#oh and its half past 6 in the morning...

[romanticatheartt]

One thing about writing is you criticise it the way you criticise the books you read. If you're not careful, you see you're writing the exact things you hate reading about🫠

[sweettu1ips]

PAIGE BUECKERS x FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: In the quiet of dawn, two hearts race with unspoken desire, tangled in a dance of stolen kisses and electric touches. Every glance, every whisper, is a promise of something wild and irresistible.

WARNING(S): (18+) PURE SMUT W/ A LITTLE PLOT ⋮ oral (p!receiving) ⋮ fingering (r!receiving) ⋮ scissoring ⋮ multiple orgasms(?) ⋮ dom!reader + paige(ish) switch(?) ⋮ sub!reader(ish) ⋮ wlw ⋮ making-out ⋮ established relationship ⋮ poor azzi hearing everything ⋮that's it, I think... oh and a little less poetic + descriptive

WORD COUNT: 10.7 K [of pure smut? Yes, I need to touch grass..]

| MAIN MASTER LIST | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

THE SUN STIRRED ON THE HORIZON, spilling molten gold through the sheer curtains, painting the room in strokes of honey and fire. Dawn was still a fragile thing, clinging to the last breath of night. 

The world outside lay in hushed stillness—the usual symphony of footsteps, muffled laughter, and slamming doors silenced, as if the universe itself had paused. A whisper of chill lingered in the air, threading through the sheets, curling against my skin like a ghost of something once there.

Something—or someone—missing.

I stretched into the absence beside me, fingertips grazing empty sheets where warmth should’ve been, where she should’ve been. The realization sank in slow, an ache blooming in my chest. The familiar press of her body, the way she tucked herself against me like we were made to fit—gone.

A sigh unraveled from my lips, heavy with sleep, with longing. The bed cradled me like it wanted to keep me, lull me back into the dream I was still half-drifting through.

Then—

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The sound sliced through the quiet, sharp as a knife.

I groaned, dragging a hand over my face before fumbling blindly for my phone, its screen glowing harsh against the dim morning light. My eyes blinked against the blur of sleep until the words came into focus.

P. Boogs 💕: wake upppp pleaseeeee

P. Boogs 💕: meet me at the court

P. Boogs 💕: It’s urgent baby

I squinted, my drowsy brain tripping over itself. 6:30 AM. In the middle of summer.

What in the world could possibly be so urgent at this ungodly hour?

I didn’t need to think twice. Before I could even type a reply, I was already shoving the duvet off, the morning air licking cold against my skin. A groaned protest slipped past my lips as my bare feet met the floor, the wooden planks cool, grounding me in the reluctant truth of wakefulness.

And with that, I was moving.

Towards her.

Always towards her.

Morning clung to me like a second skin—heavy, stubborn, unwilling to let go. My movements were slow, sluggish, weighed down by the thick fog of exhaustion that wrapped around my limbs like a lead blanket.

 Each step felt like dragging myself through molasses, the kind of tired that settled deep in my bones, unwilling to be shaken.

I raked a hand through the tangled mess of my hair, my fingers snagging against strands that refused to cooperate.

A sigh, deep and weary, slipped past my lips as I blinked hard against the pale sliver of sunlight spilling through the blinds, intrusive and far too eager to greet me.

The fabric of my off-shoulder t-shirt sagged low against my collarbone, slipping farther down my arm with every sluggish step I took, a constant reminder of my reluctance to fully wake. The air hummed with the quiet stillness of a morning too early, too untouched—until it wasn’t.

“Mornin’, Sleeping Beauty.”

The voice—way too chipper for this ungodly hour, way too smug for its own good—sliced through the silence, yanking me forcefully into wakefulness.

I barely broke my slow, begrudging shuffle, but the smirk laced in KK’s words made my jaw tighten. There was a distinct kind of villainy in being this awake before the sun had fully stretched itself over the sky.

I turned, squinting blearily, finally registering the bright-eyed, fully functional, cereal-eating menace perched comfortably at the kitchen counter.

How the fuck was she awake?

It was summer. It was six-thirty in the goddamn morning. And yet there she sat—perfectly at ease, perfectly alert, perfectly wrong for existing at this hour.

Dressed in workout gear, sneakers already laced, grinning like she was in on some inside joke with the universe. One leg crossed over the other, a spoon twirling through her cereal like this was some casual Tuesday brunch and not an affront to my very existence.

I narrowed my eyes, the absurdity of the situation pressing down on me like an existential crisis. "How—why—what the fuck?"

KK only shrugged, utterly unfazed, popping a spoonful of cereal into her mouth with maddening nonchalance. "Some of us like to be productive, babe."

A groan clawed its way up my throat, dragging my hands over my face like that alone could shield me from the nightmare of reality. "You’re an actual menace."

"And you’re actually late," she countered, far too pleased with herself. "So hurry up and get your ass to the court before Paige comes in here to personally drag you out."

I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples, the mention of Paige sending a sharp pang of irritation—and something else I wasn’t willing to name—through my chest. "She wouldn’t."

KK tilted her head, a single brow arched, amusement flickering in her gaze. "She would."

Unfortunately, she was right.

I dragged my feet toward the bathroom, muttering a string of creative expletives under my breath, each one dedicated to Paige, KK, and the cruel, godforsaken concept of early mornings.

This was not how I envisioned summer break.

But somehow, some way—Paige fucking Bueckers had turned 6:30 AM at the court into a sacred ritual, an unspoken vow, a battle I fought every morning.

And a war I lost every single time. The morning stretched itself thin, a fragile thing, draped in the hushed stillness of dawn. It clung to the air like a whisper, cool and lingering, curling against my skin as I moved through the motions of waking. Sleep still wove itself into my limbs, heavy, reluctant, but the world was already demanding my presence.

A breath. A stretch. A slow blink as the room sharpened into focus.

The chill of the faucet bit at my hands as I splashed cold water onto my face, rivulets slipping down my neck, shocking my system awake. I exhaled, slow and steady, watching the droplets tremble at the edge of my jaw before falling, disappearing into the porcelain below. My reflection stared back—half-dream, half-determined.

I dressed with practiced ease, each layer an armor against the early morning’s grasp. A fitted white tee hugged my torso, the fabric molding to my frame like second skin.

I slipped pink basketball shorts on beneath loose Nike sweats, pulling the drawstrings tight before stepping into my worn baby pink sneakers, the soles molded to the shape of my journey.

A zip-up draped over my shoulders, a half-hearted attempt at warmth, but I knew the morning chill had nothing on the fire in my chest.

With precise hands, I smoothed my hair into a sleek bun, every strand pulled back, clean, deliberate—a crown of quiet strength.

The apartment, shared with Paige, KK, and Azzi, still breathed in sleep. Shadows stretched long across the floor, the living room claimed by the rest of the team, their presence as permanent as the walls themselves.

The air hummed with memories—laughter woven into the fabric of the couch, whispered secrets tangled in blankets, the unspoken understanding that this place was more than walls and doors. It was home.

Instead of driving, I walked.

Only a block to campus, but enough to let the morning air carve its way through my thoughts, filling the spaces where sleep still lingered.

Paige’s Bose headphones—because I had long since surrendered mine to whatever abyss I always lost things in—pressed against my ears, drowning out the quiet with Drake’s voice, the bass thrumming deep in my bones.

My blue duffle bag sat heavy on my shoulder, filled with everything I might need and none of what I truly wanted—Paige, tangled in sheets, drowsy and warm, whispering stay.

The world stirred, stretching into wakefulness, but the Werth Basketball Center stood still, untouched by time.

And there she was.

Alone at center court, Paige moved like something celestial, like gravity bent just a little differently for her. The dim glow of overhead lights caught on the sheen of sweat that traced her skin, gilding her in silver.

 A Nike sports bra clung to her, black against the golden undertones of her skin, blue basketball shorts slung low on her hips. Her hair, pulled into a sleek, low bun, only sharpened the cut of her jaw, the intensity in her gaze.

I could do nothing but stare.

I leaned against the entrance, arms crossed, letting the moment settle over me. Paige was too much and never enough all at once—too goddamn stunning for six in the morning, too smug, too effortlessly carved from something I couldn’t name but never wanted to stop looking at.

Paige’s smirk was slow, deliberate, the kind that burned at the edges.

She flicked her wrist, sent the ball sailing through the air in a perfect arc, the net barely whispering as it gave way. And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Paige made her way over.

A slow saunter. The kind that sent a shiver down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach.

Paige’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her gaze dragged over me, unhurried, unrushed—taking me in like I was something to be studied, devoured.

I pushed off the wall, my feet moving before my mind could catch up, before I could tell myself to stop drinking Paige in like she was something sacred.

We met halfway.

Paige’s hands found my hips with ease, like they belonged there, like we were meant to fit.

“Mornin’,” Paige murmured, voice dipped in sleep, in mischief, in something I couldn’t quite name but wanted to drown in.

A kiss—quick, fleeting, just the brush of warmth against the cold edge of morning.

But Paige lingered.

There was something about the way she kissed me—like she wasn’t just trying to taste me, but to memorize me, to claim this moment and lock it inside her. It was as though the quiet, lingering pressure of her lips against mine spoke more than words ever could.

 Her lips were soft, yet insistent, the kind of kiss that left you breathless—not from its urgency, but from the weight of its intent. She pulled back for just a moment, her breath mingling with mine, both of us fighting to hold on to something that felt too delicate to hold.

It wasn’t enough. It never was.

I could feel her hands sliding from my hips, fingers tracing an invisible line as they moved slowly upward. There was no rush in her touch, but an unmistakable pressure that made my skin burn wherever she touched. 

Her fingers brushed lightly over the curve of my spine, the tips of her nails grazing the tender skin of my neck before she settled her hand at the nape of my neck, gripping with just enough force to send a shock of warmth straight through me.

She pulled me closer, her body pressing firmly against mine, so close that I could feel the thrum of her heartbeat against my chest, a quiet pulse that echoed the rhythm of my own.

 Her breath, warm and steady, fanned across my cheek, and I closed my eyes for just a second, letting myself drown in the sensation of her proximity, her energy wrapping around me like a blanket.

The gym felt empty around us, as though time had stopped altogether, as if the walls of the basketball court itself had decided to suspend the world outside—just for us. It was just me and Paige, alone in this world of stillness, holding on to the intimacy that came with the unspoken understanding between us.

I could feel the echo of her lips against mine, the way they moved—soft and rhythmic, gentle, but slowly, deliberately, deepening into something more desperate, more necessary.

Her lips tasted like minty gum and the faintest trace of strawberry, a flavor I’d never forget, and in the warmth of her mouth, I could feel the pulse of her—alive, electric, and impossibly close.

The sensation was intoxicating, leaving me dizzy with want, wanting to hold on to this kiss for as long as I could, even as my mind screamed for a moment of clarity. But Paige didn’t give me that clarity. She only gave me more of her—more of her kiss, more of her warmth, more of her desire.

And I couldn’t resist.

I tried to pull away, just enough to catch my breath, but she only deepened the kiss, the press of her body against mine tightening, drawing me in closer.

Her thumbs traced small circles against the soft skin of my jawline, a tender movement, but also possessive—a silent claim that left me breathless.

I needed to break away, just a moment to clear my mind, but Paige wasn’t having it. Her grip on the back of my neck tightened, and I could feel the weight of it—gentle, but insistent, demanding more.

There was no escaping this, not now, not with her like this—looking at me like I was the only person in the world who mattered.

Unable to fight it, I uncrossed my arms, my fingers moving with a will of their own, sliding down her toned waist until they settled on the curve of her ass. 

The touch was deliberate, the pressure of my hands firm but tender, pulling her flush against me, feeling the heat of her body as it melded with mine.

She gasped, her body tensing slightly, and I gave her a light squeeze, watching her expression shift from surprise to something darker, something that matched the hunger swirling between us.

Her breath hitched, and she pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes wide and dark with something dangerous, something intoxicating.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, half-shocked, half-amused, as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her breath coming in soft, uneven bursts.

But I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up inside me. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the soft rise and fall of her chest, her lips—plump and wet—still tingling from the kiss.

The moment was still lingering, thick and heavy, like the air itself was charged with the aftermath of something too powerful to name.

“What’s got you all kissy, huh?” I teased, my voice rough, even as I raised a brow, trying to keep the smirk from breaking free.

Paige feigned offense, her lips curling into a playful pout. “What—now I can’t kiss my girl good morning?” she asked, her voice light but laced with something deeper—something that pulled at my core, something that made my heart skip.

I shook my head, still trying to process the flood of sensations rushing through me.

"Paige Bueckers," I said slowly, my voice carrying a soft, incredulous edge, "We are standing in the middle of the basketball court—making out."

And then, for a brief, fleeting second, I couldn’t help but laugh—a soft, disbelieving sound that escaped me, a quiet exhale of wonder as I took it all in. This, this was us—Paige and me.

 A world born in the middle of the court, where everything else faded into oblivion and the only thing that mattered was the way her hands molded to the curve of my body, so perfectly, so naturally, as though they'd always belonged there. 

The way her lips still burned, lingering against mine, like the sun leaving a warm kiss on the skin long after it’s gone. She made time bend—everything moving too fast, yet somehow too slow.

Like we were caught in a moment of perfect suspension, where nothing existed beyond us.

With a heavy sigh, laden with affection and a kind of quiet reverence, I stared at her, my gaze softening, filled with a love so intense, so undeniable, that it seemed to bloom in my chest like a flower unfurling in the warmth of her presence. I couldn't resist the pull of her any longer. 

My lips found hers once more—a fleeting peck on the softness of her pout, quick but tender—before I pulled away, my heart still racing, my breath a little uneven.

I tilted my head to the side, raising an eyebrow, a playful challenge dancing in my eyes. “Is that why you woke me up at 6 in the morning?” I teased, my voice light, but there was a hint of something deeper underneath it all. A softness, a lingering affection that whispered through the words.

Paige rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk that could break hearts if given half a chance.

“No, you dumb-dumb,” she shot back with that perfect blend of sarcasm and warmth that always made me smile, even when she was being insufferable. She pulled away, breaking the moment, stepping towards the ball she had abandoned earlier.

“Got bored,” she confessed nonchalantly, her voice carrying that effortless coolness of hers, even as she tossed the ball from hand to hand. “And wanted to shoot some hoops.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her casualness, at how effortlessly she shifted from this playful, teasing thing to the calm, competitive Paige I knew all too well. But something inside me couldn’t let go of that moment. The warmth of her hands on me, the heat of her breath still lingering, still clinging to my skin.

I narrowed my eyes, still incredulous, my mind racing, trying to understand the logic in this strange morning.

“Right,” I said, my tone full of mock disbelief, “so, instead of crawling back into bed with me, letting me wrap my arms around you, or even doing something else to get rid of that boredom... You dragged me out here to shoot hoops?” 

My words hung in the air between us, filled with something sarcastic, yet undeniably curious. I couldn’t quite hide the way my lips curled into a smile. I moved toward the sidelines, unstrapping my duffle bag and letting it fall onto the pristine floor, the soft thud echoing in the silence of the gym.

Paige stopped in her tracks, her lips puckering in thought, her eyes narrowing as if weighing her options.

She paused, and for a brief moment, the world held its breath. “Huh,” she murmured, her voice as casual as ever. “That actually sounds a lot better.” She shrugged nonchalantly, completely unfazed by the absurdity of the situation.

 “But since you’re here…” She turned to face me, that signature smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Why don’t we do a 1v1?”

I paused, pretending to consider it, though my mind was already racing, already entangled in the thought of how this moment might play out.

 “Hm, what’s the catch, Bueckers?” I asked, raising a brow, my voice low, teasing, yet with something else hanging in it—a trace of excitement, of mischief.

 I could see the shift in her eyes as she dribbled the ball, her fingers moving fluidly, with ease, almost like she had been waiting for this very question.

She smirked, a wicked glint in her eye as she met my gaze, unflinching. “We can do whatever you want for the rest of the day,” she said, shrugging as though it were the most casual offer. But I knew her better than that. I could feel it—the way the words hung between us like a promise, a dare, something far more than what she was letting on.

I bit my lip, the sensation of my teeth grazing the softness of my lower lip pulling my focus entirely. I raised a brow, stepping toward her with a deliberate slowness, my movements carrying something charged, something electric. 

“Anything, huh?” I said, the words laced with something deeper, something unspoken—something that felt far too dangerous to ignore.

Paige caught it immediately. Her eyes locked on mine, her smile slipping into something more dangerous, more intense. The air between us thickened, heavy with something more than playful banter, a kind of tension I could practically taste on my tongue. 

The court felt smaller, the distance between us suddenly palpable as if the walls themselves were leaning in, waiting for what would come next.

There was no going back now.

The space between us seemed to crackle with a quiet intensity, like the air had been charged with the weight of unspoken words and half-formed desires.

Paige’s eyes held mine with such a quiet, dangerous promise that I could feel it in my bones, vibrating in my chest, a pulse that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat.

She took a slow step toward me, her body moving with a fluidity that seemed to defy gravity, each movement smooth and purposeful, like the whisper of wind against a still lake. Her presence filled the space—grounding, yet unsettling.

 I could feel the heat of her body even as she moved back to the basketball, fingers wrapped around it with an effortless familiarity. She was in her element, as comfortable as a fish in water, as if the court had always been her domain, and I was merely a guest invited to play by her rules.

My breath caught in my throat, and I realized just how much I craved this, craved her. It wasn’t just her touch, her smile, her challenge. It was everything—the way she made me feel alive, like a flame that refused to be extinguished, even when the winds of doubt tried to smother it.

She bounced the ball a couple of times, the rhythm of it echoing against the hardwood floor, and in the sound, I could hear the pulse of her energy, the sharpness of her focus.

 There was something about the way she moved, the way she made the ordinary extraordinary, that made me want to fall deeper into the moment—lose myself completely.

Then, without warning, she shifted, her body coiling with the precision of an athlete, her eyes never leaving mine.

 “You still in, or what?” Her words were sharp, like the crack of a whip, but they carried a playful undertone, a challenge wrapped in mischief. She was daring me to match her, to meet her where she was, to see if I could keep up.

I swallowed, feeling a flicker of excitement shoot through me. My fingers itched to reach out, to pull her close again, but the game had shifted.

It wasn’t about just us anymore; it was about something else—something deeper, more intense, hidden beneath the playful teasing. I could taste it on my tongue, a forbidden fruit, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to bite into, yet couldn’t resist.

I stepped toward her, my movements deliberate, the sound of my shoes against the court floor a steady rhythm beneath the rising tension.

 The distance between us felt like an open invitation, and as I moved, I saw her eyes soften just for a moment, the challenge in her gaze shifting into something more personal—something real.

Without a word, I took the ball from her hands, my fingers grazing against hers for just a second, and in that brief touch, the world seemed to fall away. It was like a spark igniting in the stillness, the air thick with potential. 

I dribbled the ball once, twice, feeling the familiar rhythm, the bounce of it beneath my palms, but it didn’t feel the same anymore. Everything felt different with Paige in front of me. Every breath I took, every beat of my heart, was magnified by her presence.

I paused, my eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of us moved, the court around us completely silent, save for the sound of our breathing, slow and steady, heavy with anticipation.

I could feel the heat radiating from her, see the way her chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm with mine.

“One shot,” I murmured, my voice low and steady, the words tasting like a promise. “One shot, Paige. If I make it, I get what I want for the rest of the day.”

She grinned, that glint of challenge flashing in her eyes again, but there was something else there, something softer, something that made my heart stutter in my chest.

 “Deal,” she said, but it wasn’t just a word—it was an invitation, an unspoken agreement that whatever came next was bound by something deeper, something more than just the game we were about to play.

Her gaze never wavered from mine as I moved to make the shot, my body tense with the anticipation of what was to come.

The ball was in my hands, but it felt like my heart was in her hands, like I had already lost the game—lost to her in a way I wasn’t sure I could ever recover from.

The tension built, rising between us, until there was nothing else left in the world but that moment, that shot. And when I released the ball, time seemed to stop—everything hanging in the balance.

I could feel her eyes on me, feel the weight of her gaze pushing me forward, but it wasn’t just the shot that mattered now. It was what came after.

The ball soared through the air, a perfect arc, its path a slow dance of possibility. I could hear the faint thrum of my heartbeat in my ears, a rhythm that mirrored the ball’s journey—one moment it was weightless, suspended in the air like a dream, the next, it was on the cusp of landing.

 I watched it, mesmerized by the way the light caught on its surface, the way the world seemed to slow down, just for that instant.

Everything felt suspended in that space—time, breath, reality—like it was all about to break into something beyond the ordinary.

And then, with a soft swish, it landed.

The sound, a whisper against the stillness of the court, was the only thing that broke the silence.

I stood frozen for a beat longer than I should have, staring at the basket, the ball nestled neatly in its home, and then my eyes flickered back to Paige.

 Her expression was unreadable for a moment, a mask that didn’t quite hide the flicker of admiration in her eyes. That glimmer of something unspoken—the recognition that I had won, that I had made the shot, and that something was shifting between us, in ways neither of us had expected.

Her lips parted, just slightly, the corners of her mouth tugging up, but it was more than a smile. It was an invitation. An acknowledgment of what had passed between us.

The air around us was heavy now, charged with the electricity of the unspoken tension, the quiet promises hanging between us like delicate threads, fragile but strong.

The moment hung between us, thick with anticipation, as if the very air had turned to molten glass, fragile yet burning with the heat of what was about to unfold. I could feel it—the weight of her gaze, the intensity in her eyes that set every nerve in my body on fire, igniting a hunger that I could no longer suppress. 

With every step I took toward her, I could taste the tension building between us, like a slow, inevitable storm that had been gathering on the horizon, finally crashing in on us.

I couldn’t help the grin tugging at the corners of my lips, though I fought it, biting down on my bottom lip in a vain attempt to contain the desperation stirring within me. 

But it was useless. She was there, just inches away, her presence an intoxicating force I couldn’t escape. And then, she smiled—a smile so full of mischief and sincerity that it felt like it was meant only for me. Her lips, slightly parted, curled in a way that made my pulse stutter, as though she knew exactly how to make my heart skip.

“Well, damn,” she murmured, her voice low and smooth, dripping with that same dangerous charm that had me teetering on the edge of madness.

The words lingered between us, thick with unspoken promises, as if her mouth was telling me everything her eyes already had.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath as the gravity of the moment threatened to pull me under.

Her eyes gleamed with that mischievous spark—the one I couldn’t resist, couldn’t outrun. It was like a game I didn’t want to win, but somehow, I always found myself losing anyway.

“Guess you get to cash in on your prize, huh?” she added, her voice soft, but laced with an edge that cut through me, making my chest tighten, my body ache for her. I felt it, every inch of me drawn to her like a magnet, pulled in by the promise of something dangerous, something all-consuming.

“Mhm,” I hummed, the sound low and rough, escaping before I could stop it. My eyes flickered down to her lips—those lips that had taunted me, promised me things I didn’t even know I wanted.

 I knew she could see the desire in my gaze, the way it was consuming me, unraveling me with each passing second. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Before I could think, my hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a desperation that mirrored the urgency building inside me. I pulled her toward me, the distance between us shrinking in an instant, and she didn’t resist.

 If anything, she leaned in closer, her breath quickening as she followed me, the weight of our shared longing making the air between us even heavier.

We reached her bag first, my fingers brushing against hers as I grabbed it, then mine. Paige’s smirk was undeniable—a sharp, knowing curve of her lips that made the heat between my thighs intensify, a fire I couldn’t control.

She leaned in, her breath a soft whisper against my ear as she spoke, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

“Someone’s needy,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement, but also something darker, something deeper. Her words struck like lightning, igniting the storm that had been building within me.

 I could feel the desperation in every part of me, in the way my body pressed against hers, in the way my hands gripped her bag with a little too much force.

The arousal between my thighs had begun to grow, a slow burn that spread with every thought of what we were about to do—what we would do once we were back.

I could almost taste it, that sweet, forbidden moment when nothing else mattered but the two of us, the world outside fading into a blur.

Without a word, we were moving—out of the basketball court, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence, the weight of what was to come pressing against us like an unseen force. My hand never left her wrist, the heat of her skin searing mine, but then—

She slipped out of my grasp, her arm wrapping around my shoulder in one fluid motion, pulling me closer. The shift was subtle but enough to make my breath hitch.

Her proximity, the feeling of her body pressed against mine, only added fuel to the fire smoldering between us.

“You know,” she began, her voice low, almost like a purr, “there’s a lot of things we could do once we’re back.”

Her words were deliberate, each one carefully chosen to send another jolt of electricity through me, to get under my skin, to keep me hanging on the edge of something I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

She said it like she was savoring the anticipation, drawing it out, wrapping it around us like a cloak.

The tension was unbearable. Every word she spoke, every glance she threw my way, only heightened the desire that had been building, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.

As we walked toward the apartment, I could feel the heat of her arm still resting on my shoulder, her touch an unspoken promise, a reminder of everything that was about to change between us. 

The world outside was fading, slipping away, leaving only her—Paige, with that dangerous glint in her eyes, the one that told me that nothing would be the same once we crossed that threshold.

I swallowed hard, the effort futile, as my breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Every step I took felt like falling deeper into her, into us, into the unrelenting pull of this moment that unraveled around us like a silken thread slipping through trembling fingers. With each heartbeat, the world outside faded—until only desire remained, swelling between us, thick and undeniable.

We reached the apartment, but as soon as the door clicked shut, an eerie silence filled the space.

The kind of silence that presses against your chest, heavy and thick, a stark contrast to the usual hum of KK’s music blasting from her room or Azzi’s constant bickering with her.

The quiet felt like it was suffocating, yet somehow, it made everything else louder—the sound of my own heartbeat, the rush of blood in my veins, the heat between us.

Paige’s lips curled into a smirk, that knowing gleam in her eyes flickering like a flame just waiting to ignite. "Looks like we have the place to ourselves––" Her voice was a low rasp, each word heavy with intention.

Before she could finish, I was already shutting the door behind us. Our bags fell to the floor with an almost inaudible thud, but neither of us paid attention to them.

The only thing that mattered was her—her warmth, the way she felt pressed against me, the softness of her lips as they collided with mine, urgent and hungry. 

My hands moved of their own accord, finding their way to her waist, her back, the curve of her hips—anywhere I could touch, feel her, pull her even closer.

Paige groaned into my mouth, a sound that made my pulse race, deep and guttural. Her fingers dug into my waist, tugging me flush against her, and for the first time, I realized—I hadn’t even given her a chance to put her shirt back on when I yanked her off the court earlier. She was bare, caught in the heat of this moment, and I reveled in it. 

My hands slid up her bare back, feeling the heat of her skin, the shiver of her muscles as I traced the lines of her body.

Then, her thigh slotted between my legs, and my breath hitched. The pressure, the feeling of her so close, was almost unbearable.

She moved me, rocking me gently against her, her knee pressing into the sensitive part of me with an urgency that made me gasp. 

My body responded instantly, a low moan slipping from my throat as she pressed harder, her thigh pushing against my clit with just the right amount of friction. The heat was suffocating, but it was the kind of heat I craved, that I needed.

"Needa taste you, baby," I whispered breathlessly against her lips, my hands slipping to her neck, pulling her deeper into me, into the kiss, into everything I couldn’t stop. The words were a plea, a desperate need that hung in the air like a thick, unspoken promise.

Paige didn't pull away. She didn’t give me a chance to breathe, not really. But suddenly, everything stilled. The movement of her body slowed, and then, with deliberate intent, she removed her thigh from between mine, guiding me backward toward our bedroom. 

Her lips never left mine, though, never strayed from the frantic kiss that deepened as she walked me backward.

We collided with something—maybe a chair, maybe the door. I don’t know, I don’t care—and the sound of it, the slight crash, broke through the haze, but it didn’t stop us.

We both let out a muffled giggle, a brief moment of shared surprise, a breath of lightness in the heavy air. Yet even that was fleeting.

Paige pressed her mouth against mine again, her lips parting in a desperate, messy kiss, as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

Her kiss was frantic, hungry, as if she couldn’t get enough. I could feel the urgency in every movement, in the way her tongue brushed against mine, the way she tugged at me, pulling me closer, deeper. There was no hesitation now—no second thoughts, just the press of her body against mine, the heat, the slickness of our kiss, the desperate need that had consumed us both.

She pushed me toward the bed, the door thudding shut behind us with a muffled click as Paige kicked it closed with her foot. Our lips never separated, even as the air between us seemed to thicken, electric with the urgency that crackled in every touch. 

She kissed me as if she wanted to consume me, as if every second apart from me had been too long.

The world fell away, reduced to the pulse of our bodies, the desperate rhythm of our breathsI could feel her everywhere—her lips, her hands, the feverish press of her body against mine, lighting a fire beneath my skin that burned hotter with every passing second. 

My breath came in short, uneven gasps, my pulse pounding like a drum, echoing the rhythm of her touch. I didn’t just want this—I needed it, needed her, in a way that felt almost primal.

“Why’d you have to wear so many clothes, hm?” Paige growled, her voice thick with impatience, rough with desire. Her fingers curled into the waistband of my joggers, then my basketball shorts, tugging them down in one swift motion, dragging cool air over my heated skin. 

A shiver ran through me, my thighs tightening instinctively around nothing, the contrast between the chill of the room and the heat radiating from her making my head spin.

Paige didn’t hesitate—her mouth was already at my neck, her lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin, teasing, sucking, until she found that one spot that made me shudder, a breathless whimper slipping from my lips before I could stop it. 

My fingers dug into her shoulders as she sucked harder, leaving a bruise that sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs.

“And this shirt—” she murmured, her breath ghosting over the damp skin of my throat. “This tight-ass shirt. Fuck, you looked so good in it.” Her fingers hooked beneath the hem, dragging it up agonizingly slow, her thumbs brushing the bare skin of my ribs, setting every nerve ending alight. “But you look even better with it off.” 

In one fluid motion, she peeled it from my body, leaving me in nothing but my lacy pink thong and sports bra, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

Her fingers skimmed the waistband of my underwear, barely grazing my skin, sending a jolt of anticipation rippling through me. But just as she was about to strip me completely, I flipped us over, my body moving on instinct.

Paige let out a startled gasp as I straddled her hips, pinning her beneath me. The momentary surprise in her eyes quickly melted into something darker, something that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck,” I breathed, before crashing my lips against hers, swallowing her moan as I ground down against her, desperate for friction, for relief. 

The way she fit beneath me, the heat of her, the tension coiling between us—it was unbearable in the best way.

My hands trailed down, over the toned muscles of her stomach, the soft ridges of her ribs, before moving up, palming the weight of her breasts through the fabric of her black sports bra.

Paige gasped into my mouth, her back arching, pressing her chest into my hands. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, feeling the way it pebbled under my touch, the way her breath hitched, caught between a moan and a whimper.

God, I could listen to that sound forever.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, her flushed skin, the way her lips were swollen from kissing, the raw need in her expression.

I smirked as I pinched the sensitive bud between my fingers, dragging another strangled moan from her throat.

“God,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath. “Need you so bad, baby.”

The tension snapped inside me, restraint unraveling like a thread pulled too tight. I slid off her, settling between her thighs, fingers curling into the waistband of her basketball shorts. 

Slowly, deliberately, I peeled them down her legs, my nails scraping lightly against her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The way she trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs clenched as I tossed the fabric somewhere behind me—fuck, she was perfect.

Paige swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her pupils blown wide with desire.

My hands ran up her thighs, fingertips dancing over soft, heated skin as I pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of her knee, trailing higher, higher, as her breath turned ragged.

If only she knew what she did to me—how effortlessly she shattered my restraint, turned me into something desperate, ravenous, aching to devour every inch of her.

“Look at you,” I murmured, my breath feathering over her skin, warm and deliberate. “So fucking pretty like this, spread out for me.”

My fingertips traced slow, torturous patterns along the inside of her thighs, the heat of her skin radiating against my own. A shiver ran through her, muscles tightening beneath my touch.

The scent of her, intoxicating and sweet, filled the space between us, making my mouth water. Fuck, I needed her.

Paige whimpered, her fingers fisting the sheets, her thighs shifting, parting wider as if begging me to do something—anything.

I smirked. “Needy, aren’t you?”

Her breath hitched. I let my lips graze the soft flesh just above the waistband of her boxers, barely touching, teasing. The way her stomach clenched in response, the way her thighs tensed—it sent a rush of heat pooling between my own legs.

“Already falling apart,” I whispered, my voice low and thick, vibrating against her. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Paige exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling with uneven, shallow breaths. Her head tilted back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, the rapid pulse hammering beneath her skin. I wanted to mark her there, claim every inch of her—but not yet.

Instead, I dragged my tongue over the thin fabric between us, tasting the warmth of her, feeling the dampness that had already seeped through.

The reaction was instant—Paige gasped, her hips bucking up instinctively, her thighs trembling against the sides of my head.

“F-Fuck,” she stuttered, voice wrecked. “Y/N—”

I pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to her through the fabric, letting my tongue flatten against her heat.

Her moan was choked, guttural, her hands scrambling for purchase—gripping the sheets, then my hair, as if unsure where to hold on.

“Y/N,” she pleaded, breathless, desperate.

I hummed against her, letting the vibrations tease her further. My fingers curled into the waistband of her boxers, dragging them down, excruciatingly slow, revealing inch after inch of flushed, sensitive skin.

And fuck.

A shaky moan escaped my lips as I finally saw her—bare, glistening, spread out beneath me, all mine.

The fire in my stomach ignited into something unbearable, searing through every nerve in my body. My own arousal pulsed between my thighs, making me dizzy, restless.

I needed to taste her.

Settling between her legs, I hooked her thighs over my shoulders, the heat of her skin pressing against the sides of my face.

I arched my back instinctively, shifting so that my ass lifted in the air, putting myself on full display for her. The sound that left Paige’s lips was sinful, guttural.

“Fucking hell,” she groaned, her fingers flexing, twitching—like she wanted to grab me, pull me closer, but didn’t trust herself to move.

I smirked against her thigh, dragging my nails lightly down the soft skin, relishing the way she shivered at the sensation.

“Patience,” I murmured, lips brushing the inside of her knee, tongue flicking out just enough to make her squirm.

Her response was instant—her thighs tensed, another strangled moan slipping past her lips. Her hands abandoned the sheets, instead tangling into my hair, gripping, tugging—not hard, but just enough to make my skin prickle with heat.

I flicked my gaze up to meet hers, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She was unraveling beneath me.

I flicked my tongue out, intending to tease—to make her beg, to draw out the anticipation until she was trembling, wrecked, desperate for me. But the second her scent filled my lungs, the second I tasted her, all restraint shattered.

I needed her.

Flattening my tongue against her heat, I dragged a slow, deliberate lick from her entrance to her clit, savoring the way her body jolted beneath me. Fuck. She was sweet, warm, intoxicating.

The taste of her spread through me like wildfire, sinking into my bones, making my head spin.

Paige’s hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging—hard. A groan tore from my throat at the sensation, vibrating against her, and the sound that ripped from her lips in response sent a pulse of heat straight to my core.

"Fuck—just like that," she gasped, her voice breathy, wrecked, threaded with raw pleasure. "You're so good, baby. So fucking good for me."

Her words wrapped around me, setting my skin ablaze, spurring me on. My tongue worked her over, flicking, circling, then thrusting deep, curling inside her.

Paige cried out, her back arching, thighs clenching around my head like she couldn't decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.

I devoured her.

Messy. Loud. Wet. The lewd, slick sounds of my tongue moving against her filled the air, mingling with her moans—my name slipping from her lips like a prayer, a plea, a fucking mantra.

I sucked at her clit, alternating between gentle, teasing flicks and deep, desperate pulls. Paige trembled beneath me, her grip tightening, her breath stuttering, her moans breaking apart into incoherent gasps.

"Shit—Y/N—" Her voice was high, desperate, needy. "You're gonna make me—fuck—"

I hummed against her, sending another wave of vibrations through her body, watching, feeling as she unraveled beneath me.

Her thighs trembled, her stomach tensed, her breath hitched—her entire body tightening like a bowstring about to snap.

And I wasn’t letting up.

I thrusted my tongue into her entrance, pushing her higher, further, deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

My tongue swirled around her clit before flattening against it, dragging slow, torturous strokes that had her thighs shaking around my head.

I pressed deeper, circling, teasing, coaxing every last sound out of her.

Paige whimpered, rolling her hips, grinding against my tongue, chasing her own high. I let her, welcomed it, encouraged it, gripping her thighs and holding her open for me as I fucked her with my mouth.

The slickness, the heat, the way her body pulsed around my tongue—it was intoxicating. I thrust deeper, curling the tip, tasting her, swallowing her down, devouring every inch she gave me.

Her breath hitched. Her fingers tightened. Her body trembled, caught on the edge, dangling, pleading for release.

I flicked, sucked, licked, pushing her higher, deeper, until—

"Fuck!"

She shattered.

Her body jerked beneath me, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she fell apart, drowning in pleasure. I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—lapping up every aftershock, drinking her in, letting her ride it out against my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her clit once more, sending another shudder through her, making her whimper, making her feel.

I wanted to leave her breathless. Ruined. Completely fucking wrecked.

My chest rose and fell in ragged heaves, my lips, chin, even my nose glistening with her release. The taste of her lingered on my tongue, warm and intoxicating.

Paige’s eyes fluttered open, still heavy with the aftermath, pupils blown wide as she took me in—really took me in. Her gaze flickered downward, to the slick shine coating my mouth, and something dark, something primal ignited in her expression.  

"Fuck," she breathed, voice hoarse, wrecked.  

Before I could respond, her fingers wrapped around my throat, not tight, just firm enough to make my breath stutter.

My moan spilled out against her lips as she tugged me closer, crashing her mouth against mine.

She whimpered at the taste of herself on my tongue, deepening the kiss, devouring me like she wanted to crawl inside my skin.  

Her other hand moved with purpose, fingers already working beneath the band of my sports bra, tugging it up, desperate to rid me of it.

She pulled away just enough to yank it over my head and toss it somewhere behind us, not giving a single fuck where it landed. Before I could even register the cool air against my bare skin, Paige had flipped us, her strength catching me off guard as she tossed me onto my back.  

She settled above me, straddling my hips, eyes burning with something wild, insatiable.

Her fingers traced up my inner thigh, spreading me open, baring me completely to her. Her eyes darkened, and she exhaled sharply at the sight.  

"Look at that, princess," she murmured, her voice low, wrecked, dripping with desire.  “So wet f’me.”

I followed her gaze, heat surging through me at the sight of the darkened, soaked patch that had grown against my panties. My thighs instinctively twitched, trying to close, but Paige didn’t allow it—her hands gripping them, keeping me wide for her.  

"Fuck," she cursed under her breath, and before I could beg, she surged forward, kissing me deeply, messily, her tongue sliding against mine, teeth nipping at my lips.  

She didn’t linger for long. Her mouth traveled downward, trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, my neck—lingering just long enough to suck bruises into my skin, marking me as hers.

She groaned against my collarbone, her breath warm, teasing.  

Then lower.  

Her lips found my chest, my breasts, her tongue flicking over my hardened nipple before latching on completely, sucking, rolling the bud between her teeth. A gasp tore from my throat, my back arching into her touch, desperate for more.  

But it was her hand—fuck, her hand—that made me tremble.  

Paige dipped her fingers past the waistband of my thong, pressing them against my swollen clit. A teasing swipe, slow and deliberate, before dragging her fingertips downward, collecting the arousal pooling at my entrance.

A strangled moan tore from my lips as she dragged it back up, circling my clit again, slow, agonizingly precise. 

"Paige," I whimpered, my voice trembling, hips bucking desperately, chasing the fleeting ghost of her touch. My skin was flushed, burning with need, every nerve ending raw and exposed. I needed her—more, deeper, now.

She didn’t make me wait.

Two fingers pressed against my entrance before sinking into me in one smooth, devastating thrust. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as she stretched me open, the sensation a dizzying mix of relief and unbearable need.

My walls fluttered around her, greedily sucking her in, molding to the shape of her fingers as she filled me perfectly. A deep, aching moan spilled from my lips, my head falling back, pleasure arching through my spine.

My hands scrambled for purchase, nails digging into her shoulders, into the warmth of her skin.

She started slow, deliberate, setting a torturous rhythm—each drag of her fingers slick, deliberate, pulling back just enough to leave me empty before plunging back inside, coaxing me toward the edge with every precise stroke.

Then—fuck.

Paige shifted, the angle changing just slightly, but it was enough to send a shockwave ripping through me. Her fingers curled—relentless—repeatedly pressing, stroking against that spot, that deep, spongy wall that had my vision tunneling, my breath hitching in a broken sob of pleasure.

My thighs trembled, my entire body locking up as a strangled moan tore from my throat.

The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, wrapping around my limbs, curling deep in my gut, coiling impossibly tight.

I clenched around her, my body desperately clinging to her fingers, toes curling, mouth falling open as the buildup threatened to snap, shatter me completely.

I was unraveling, falling apart beneath her, my moans turning desperate, needy. Paige watched me—fucking worshipped me—like she lived for this, for the way I came undone at her hands.  

"That's it," she murmured, her lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, breath warm, intoxicating. "Take it, baby. Just Like that."

I was unraveling—so fucking close I could taste it, feel it in every fiber of my being. And Paige knew. She always knew.

Her fingers never slowed, never wavered. Instead, she pressed her thumb against my slit, slick and swollen, adding just enough pressure to make me snap.

A sharp jolt of pleasure ripped through me, electric, consuming, my body reacting before I could think—hips jerking, thighs quaking, breath hitching as my stomach tightened, heat curling tighter, tighter.

My muscles locked, poised on the edge of something vast, something explosive.

"F-fuck—Paige!" I choked out, voice ragged, breathless, completely at her mercy.

My nails bit into her skin, grasping, desperate, grounding myself as pleasure surged through my veins like wildfire.

Every nerve in my body screamed for release, for more. My chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven gasps. "M’gonna—baby, please—so close—" The words spilled from my lips, slurred, thick with desperation, my entire body trembling beneath her.

"Come for me, princess," she purred, voice rich, sultry, dripping with control.

And I did.

The moment the words left her lips, I shattered. My walls clamped around her fingers, the intensity of it stealing my breath, my voice, leaving only a strangled, broken cry in its wake.

The orgasm ripped through me in waves—violent, unrelenting, my vision spotting, my back arching clean off the bed as the pleasure consumed me.

It was raw, scorching, spreading like molten fire through my limbs, making my fingers curl, my legs shake as she worked me through every pulse, every devastating aftershock.

Paige didn’t stop. She took her time, dragging me through the aftershocks, her fingers pressing deeper, slower—coaxing every last tremor from my spent body.

Each thrust was deliberate, teasing, as if she was savoring the way I unraveled beneath her. My skin was alive, buzzing with heat, too sensitive yet still aching for more.

The pleasure was almost too much, too consuming, yet I clung to it, to her, to the feeling of being entirely at her mercy.  

Soft lips pressed against my damp skin, trailing over my collarbone, my jaw, my cheek—each kiss a whispered hymn of devotion. Her voice was honey-dipped sin, dark and velvety as she murmured, “You gonna gimme another one, yeah?”  

Before I could even respond, before my pulse could steady, she withdrew. Her fingers slipped from me with a wet sound, and I gasped, the sudden emptiness sharp and aching.

A moan tore from my throat, my body instinctively arching in protest, desperate for the fullness she had so cruelly taken away.

My chest heaved, my mind still hazy, floating in the bliss of my last orgasm.  

But Paige didn’t give me time to recover. No, she wanted more.  

I barely had a moment to breathe before she shifted, her hands firm on my thighs as she moved, positioning herself in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat surging through me. And then—oh, fuck.  

She pressed against me, our bodies aligning perfectly, her slick warmth sliding against mine.

My breath caught in my throat, pleasure sparking at the contact, raw and electric. Paige smirked, her gaze dark, predatory, as she rolled her hips, slow at first, dragging her cunt against mine in a way that made me whimper.  

“Think you can handle it, baby?” she teased, voice thick with desire.  

I could barely think, let alone answer. All I knew was that I wanted—no, needed—her to ruin me all over again.  

My mind was a haze, lost in the heat of her body against mine, in the way every roll of her hips sent a shiver down my spine. I could barely think, let alone speak—all I knew was that I wanted, no, needed, her to ruin me all over again.  

Paige moved fluidly, instinctively, the slick press of our bodies igniting something electric between us.

Our clits slid together with every movement, every desperate push and pull, sending shockwaves through my veins. My breath hitched, a strangled moan slipping past my lips as pleasure crashed over me like a tide, relentless and all-consuming.  

Her left leg hooked over my hip, pulling me impossibly closer, while her other pressed beneath my right, locking us in this intoxicating rhythm. The room was thick with heat, with the sound of our bodies, with the soft, breathless cries of pleasure that neither of us could hold back.  

“Love this pussy so much," Paige groaned, her voice wrecked, raw, as she looked down between us, mesmerized by the way we fit together, how perfectly we molded into one another.

The sight alone sent another wave of arousal pulsing through me, a needy whimper escaping as my fingers dug into her back.  

Then, she shifted—grabbing my leg and lifting it over her shoulder, pressing deeper, harder. The angle sent sparks shooting up my spine, my head falling back as a choked-out moan tore from my throat.  

"Oh my fuck—" I gasped, my jaw slack, my body trembling beneath her.  

Paige groaned, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her body pressed so intimately against mine that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. She leaned down, her breath fanning over my thigh before she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my knee.

“So good,” she murmured, her voice dripping with reverence, with hunger, like she was speaking a prayer against my skin.

And God, I had never felt more worshiped.

She was no better than I was—breath hitching, moans spilling from her lips without restraint, as if we were the only souls in existence. She had found her rhythm, that intoxicating motion that sent us both spiraling, the friction between us making my head spin.

The way her clit caught against mine, the slick glide of our bodies moving in tandem—it was overwhelming, devastating, blissful.

I gripped her hip, fingers digging into the soft curve, helping guide her movements even as my other hand slid higher, tugging at the hem of her sports bra.

She understood immediately, nodding, her pace never faltering as she reached behind her back and pulled the fabric over her head.

“Hold your leg f’me, baby,” Paige sighed, her voice laced with so much pleasure it nearly undid me right then and there.

I obeyed without hesitation, curling my knee to my chest, baring myself completely to her.

She tossed the sports bra to the floor, where the rest of our clothes lay forgotten, before settling back over me, her bare skin burning against mine.

I tried to watch her, to memorize the way she looked like this—lost in pleasure, lost in me—but the sensation, the maddening, overwhelming goodness of it, kept making my eyelids flutter. Still, I caught glimpses.

The way her head fell back, light lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, lips parted, brows furrowed in deep concentration. She was beautiful—God, she was beautiful.

I couldn’t help myself. My hands found her chest, fingers brushing over the soft swell before rolling her nipple between them. Paige gasped, her hips stuttering against me, the motion jolting a moan from my throat.

“God, I love you,” she rasped, voice raw and urgent, her body pressing down harder, her need almost frantic now.

"Fuck, I’m so close!" she panted, pressing her hips down harder, dragging against me in a way that made my whole body tremble.

I was right there with her, my head tipping back, nails sinking into her skin as the pleasure built to something unbearable. The friction grew desperate—hips stuttering, gasps turning into cries, every movement slick, relentless, overwhelming.

"Me too—oh, fuck—" I moaned, back arching, chest heaving.

"Baby, come for me—please," Paige begged, her voice shaking, her grip tightening.

And then we unraveled together—legs trembling, moans swallowed by the heat of each other's mouths, our bodies shuddering in perfect unison as pleasure crashed over us, raw and all-consuming.

The room spun, breaths uneven, hearts hammering against sweat-damp skin, and between us, the evidence of our release slickened the space where we remained tangled.

Spent. Breathless. Utterly wrecked.  

Paige collapsed against me, her body sinking into mine, warm and weighty, grounding me as we floated together in the quiet aftershock.

Our skin still burned, slick with the remnants of what we’d just done, our pulses still chasing the rhythm of something wild.

The morning air hung thick with the scent of sex, a heady mixture of sweat and satisfaction curling around us like a ghost of our hunger.  

I shut my eyes for a second, arms locking around her, savoring the way she felt against me—soft where I was sensitive, firm where I needed her most. Her breath was hot against my throat, slowing, steadying, but then—  

“Oh my fucking God finally! My ears can finally rest!”  

My entire body froze beneath Paige, my eyes flying open in sheer horror.  

Azzi.  

Laughter bubbled up against my skin before Paige’s giggles spilled out into the room, shaking both of us in the process. Her smirk was pure mischief as she tilted her head up, eyes gleaming.

“What a good morning, huh?” she teased, voice still raspy from all the sounds she had wrung out of me.  

I wanted to die. Right then and there. Sure, we’d all been living in this apartment for over a year and a half, but we had never been this loud. Not while they were home, at least.  

Paige, of course, reveled in it, completely unbothered. She kissed my neck, slow and sweet, then trailed down to my collarbone, my chest—lips pressing against every part of me as if she hadn’t already claimed me enough.

She didn’t stop until she reached my mouth, stealing one last kiss before finally pulling herself away from me.  

My heartbeat was still erratic, but once I’d calmed down, I leaned up on my forearms, glancing down at the mess between us. I was drenched—shimmering in the mixture of our release, my skin still flushed, still trembling.

I swallowed, my thighs twitching involuntarily, still hypersensitive from the way Paige had unraveled me.  

When I lifted my gaze, I found her staring, no—gawking—before her eyes flicked back up to mine, glinting with something dangerous.  

And then, without warning—  

A sharp slap landed against my overstimulated cunt.  

A choked moan ripped out of me, my body arching as pleasure and shock intertwined in a dizzying wave.  

“Paige!” I yelled. 

Paige only grinned, that slow, knowing smirk curling at the corners of her lips, her head tilting just so—like she had me all figured out. Her fingers traced lightly over the lingering heat she’d left behind, the soft sting blooming beneath her touch.  

“Still so sensitive,” she murmured, her voice a velvet tease, amusement dancing in her eyes. Her fingertips skimmed, featherlight and deliberate, igniting little sparks beneath my skin. “So pretty when you squirm.”  

I barely had time to catch my breath before she was leaning over me again, stealing the air right from my lungs. Her lips met mine, warm and slow, a whisper of devotion in the way she kissed me.  

“I love you,” she breathed against my lips, then again, a little firmer this time. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.”  

With each declaration, she pressed a kiss to my skin—one on my lips, one on my nose, my chin, my cheeks, my forehead, soft and endless and dizzying.

Her hands cradled my face like I was something delicate, something sacred, and my heart swelled in my chest, too full, too light.  

A giggle bubbled past my lips, helpless and breathless.

“Paige Madison Bueckers—” I tried to get out, laughing between each press of her lips, “Okay—” But she wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t let up, until my giggles turned into full-blown laughter, breathless and bright.  

When she finally pulled away, I caught her lips again, kissing her slow, savoring.  

“I love you too, weirdo,” I murmured, grinning against her mouth, and the way she beamed—like I’d just told her the best thing in the world—made my heart stutter all over again.

Filthy, filthy, filthy....

xoxo,

j.

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[fardwader]

you’re too good to me (and you know it, too) pt. 1

pairing: peter parker x fem reader

summary: For some unknown reason, Peter Parker cannot stop finding new, inventive ways to humiliate himself in front of you.

And for some reason, you keep helping him up anyway.

Or, the 5 times you save Peter— and the 1 time he saves you.

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

a/n: binge-watched the entire rom-com catalogue on netflix and now its everyone's problem. also literally my first completed fic, pls be kind. wordcount: 1.6k

tags: 5+1 fic, slow burn, friends to lovers, reader is annoyingly oblivious, peter is a sad dork, no use of y/n, sarcastic peter and an even more sarcastic reader, multi part, past gwen and peter, not canon compliant

(one)

The only thing Peter feels right now is the searing cold of linoleum against his cheek as he lies sprawled in a random frat house bathtub, gangly limbs bent every which way.

The room is spinning. Makes sense— he did just drink half his weight in shitty beer handed to him by some guy named Brian. Or Ryan. 

Whatever. It doesn’t matter.

What does matter, though, is that his girlfriend— ex–girlfriend, love of his life, the sun in his sky, Gwen Stacy, is three thousand miles away in a cozy apartment in London.

Very much not here.

They finally broke things off. Mutually— he likes to clarify— because long distance just didn’t make sense. 

Different priorities. Different goals. It was the logical decision.

Which, Peter thinks, is exactly why it hurts so much.

There was no dramatic fight. No screaming in the rain. No broken dishes or slammed doors. Just talking. Calm, quiet talking, with the occasional tear or two. But it was all so civil. 

So reasonable.

And somehow, that makes it worse.

Maybe he wanted a fight, for her to throw everything to the wind and just jump into his arms. But that didn’t happen.

He groans, vaguely convinced he’s going to throw up, until the bathroom door creaks open.

He doesn’t have enough self-control— or, honestly, any dignity— to announce that this hiding place is currently occupied.

So he keeps lying there. Wallowing. Face pressed to the cold and probably filthy bathtub. 

“Oh my god.”

Yep. That tracks.

He can feel his face flush. Not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the sheer mortification at the fact that someone just caught him mid-existential spiral in a frat house tub.

“Are you… Okay?” the voice asks again, tentative now.

Peter twists his head awkwardly— still not bothering to lift himself from his slumped position— in a way that he thinks is probably going to give him a stiff neck in the morning. 

What he sees when he finally blinks the world into focus is... unexpected.

A girl, a college girl– you. 

You look reasonable, at least more put together than he is. You’re holding a Solo cup in one hand, and in the other a pair of heels dangling by the lacy straps.

Your face is twisted in concern. Genuine concern.

That, somehow, is the most embarrassing part.

Peter attempts a thumbs-up, but in his drunken state, it misses— his hand goes limb flopping back onto his chest.

“Right,” you mutter. “You’re, like, three bad decisions away from alcohol poisoning.”

He squints up at you, eyes straining against the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights. 

They wrap around your head like a halo, he chuckles to himself.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m going to get you some water. And maybe an Advil, also maybe like some wipes— I’m pretty sure that bathtub floor is housing at least three different types of STD’s”

Peter groans. “Do you have a time machine instead?  I’d rather go back six months and break up with Gwen first, or at least stuff myself in her suitcase and be smuggled into London.”

You pause in the doorway, looking at him as if you're trying to figure out if he’s kidding or just that pathetic.

“Okay, bathtub boy,” you say, “try to stay alive for the next five minutes.”

And then you’re gone.

Peter closes his eyes again, hoping the spinning will stop if he just lies still long enough. 

Though, for some reason— tucked under the haze and the fog— he wants to follow you, but his limbs are heavy like they're being weighed down with sandbags.

He lies there for what feels like a millennium.

You’re realistically only gone for the five minutes you said you would be— but it feels like it stretches into forever.

The door creaks open again.

Peter peeks one eye open and groans dramatically, just in case it’s the Grim Reaper coming to collect his soul.

It’s not.

It’s you. Backlit by LED lights, holding a bottle of water, a crumpled paper towel, and something that looks suspiciously like a granola bar.

“Wow, you’re still alive,” you observe.

“Barely,” he croaks, reaching feebly for the water in a way that reminds you of a sad cartoon mouse. “Is this heaven?”

You ignore that.

Instead, you hand him the water and crouch beside the tub with a quiet sigh that says you didn’t sign up for this, but now it’s your problem anyway.

He cracks open the cap and downs the entire bottle in a few desperate gulps. Then leans back against the cool porcelain, eyes fluttering shut.

You hand him the granola bar.

He blinks at it.

“I’m not sure I remember how to chew,” he says gravely.

“You’ll remember,” you say. “Or you’ll choke. Honestly, either one would be kind of on brand for tonight.”

Peter grins at that. It’s weak and crooked and way too pleased with itself for someone curled up like roadkill in a tub. 

“Are you always this nice to strangers, or am I just special?”

You laugh— short, incredulous. 

“Actually, I came in here to hide from the hivemind of frat boys outside, but found a catatonic college boy whining about his ex, face down in a disgusting frat house bathtub.”

Peter winces. “Low blow.”

“You earned it.”

He takes a bite of the granola bar and immediately regrets it— it tastes like cardboard.

Still, he chews.

You sit on the toilet lid, elbow perched atop your knee and cheek pressed against your fist, like you're holding the world’s most reluctant intervention. 

The party thumps distantly through the walls— muffled bass and sloppy laughter, like the world didn’t just end because Gwen Stacy went on that plane.

Peter swallows, then leans his head back again, sighing. “This was not how I imagined my Friday going.”

“Yeah, me neither. I just came here for the free booze and ended up playing Florence Nightingale to a boy in a bathtub.”

Peter lifts a finger. “Man. I’m technically a man.”

You stare blankly. “You’re drinking lukewarm Bud Lite and crying about your ex. You are, at best, a man-shaped boy.”

He opens his mouth to argue. Stops. Nods.

“Fair.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then— softly— “She’s really gone, huh?”

You look at him. “Your ex?”

He nods. “Gwen. She’s in London now. Doing grad school. Being brilliant, changing the world– without me. I told her it was okay. That we’d both move on. And I meant it. I still mean it. It just…”

“…still sucks,” you finish.

He looks at you. Grateful. Like maybe the bathtub isn’t the loneliest place in the world anymore.

“Yeah,” he says. “It really does.”

You smile, gently this time. “Well. At least you’ve got granola.”

Peter chuckles, the sound rough but real. “You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Oh, absolutely not.”

The next morning, Peter wakes up to the smell of coffee.

Which is wild, because he was fully prepared to never smell again. Or move again. Or be alive, really.

He blinks one eye open. Immediately regrets it. The sunlight coming through the window is way too aggressive for someone whose blood-to-beer ratio is still questionable.

There’s a blanket draped over him— suspiciously soft, and cozy— and a pillow that definitely didn’t belong in a frat house, actually, he’s pretty sure the frat boys in Delta Kappa Tau didn’t own any form of pillow covering whatsoever. 

Also, the couch beneath him smells like vanilla fabric softener and, thankfully, not frat boy sweat.

So not a frat house, nice solve Peter.

Panic sets in.

He shoots upright way too fast and instantly regrets it. The room spins. 

From somewhere behind him, a voice says, “Easy, Nosferatu. You’re safe.”

Peter turns— slowly this time— to see you, standing in the doorway, holding two coffee mugs– one with “World’s Best Dad” printed on the side.

You’re wearing an oversized ESU hoodie that looks way too comfy on you, and fuzzy socks that make an unfortunate squelch as they hit the floorboards.

You hand over the warm mug like it’s a peace offering.

He blinks down at it. “This is…?”

“Coffee,” you deadpan. “It’s what people drink after nearly vomiting in a stranger’s bathtub.”

Peter groans and slumps back into the couch, cradling the mug like a life preserver. “I didn’t vomit, though.”

“Sure. But the vibe was there.”

He exhales a slow, embarrassed breath. “Right. Uh. Did I, like… sleepwalk here? Or did you drag my unconscious body across campus?”

You grin. “Neither. You walked, basically crawled. I gave you water and sustenance, and you turned coherent enough to tell me you lived ten blocks away, and then immediately fell asleep mid-sentence. So, no, I wasn’t about to let you wander the streets like a hungover Bambi.”

Peter stares at you. “You took me home?”

You gesture around. 

“I took you to my home.”

He groans again, rubbing his hands down his face. “I’m so sorry. This is… probably peak humiliation for me.”

“Honestly? You weren’t even the worst part of my night.”

He lowers his hands. “How could anything possibly top this?”

You sit across from him, sipping your coffee like it’s no big deal. “I stepped in a puddle of beer, glitter, and unidentified bodily fluid in someone’s hallway and ruined my favorite heels.”

Peter winces. “Ouch.”

“Tragic,” you agree. “But you did call me a ‘wise and glowy bathtub angel,’ so I guess my night was somewhat salvaged.”

He groans again, dragging the blanket over his face. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Sure you aren’t.”

A beat of quiet stretches between you, broken only by the soft hum of your air conditioner and the occasional traffic outside your window.

Peter peeks out from under the blanket. “Hey… thanks. For not leaving me to die. And for the granola bar. And this couch. And possibly saving my life.”

You smile. “You’re welcome, bathtub boy.”“It’s Peter, actually.”“Bathtub Boy has a better ring to it.”

next part !!

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PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 (NSFW) / PART 4 /

PART FIVE (NSFW) - PART 6 - PART 7 (NSFW) - PART 8 (NSFW)

Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy and virginity. piv.

You started Sunday the same way you always did. Wake up before dawn, start breakfast for you and Ma, stare out the window and think about the list of chores you could never keep up with.

“It’s a beautiful morning!” Your mother shuffled past your open door towards the kitchen, “Are you sure I can’t just handle all the work in the field today? Won’t you want to relax before your friend arrives?”

“Mother, please do not blow this out of proportion.” You scolded her light-heartedly, “I’m just going to do my work as usual, and when he stops by I’ll take a break-”

“My baby is getting courted by a big strong orc~” She sang out to you. You followed her to the kitchen. “How did you know he’s courting me?”

“So he is courting you.” She swayed back and forth in front of the hearth, throwing bits of kindling onto the fire.

“Well- I-”

“Y/n, don’t you remember. When I told you about the family that lived in the neighboring plot. The wife told me so much about how strange orc courting was, especially with her being human, and-”

“You didn’t tell me it was a half-orc family…” 

She turned to you with a devious smirk, “Wouldn’t you like to know about a half-orc family.” “MA!” You grabbed an apple from the table (a bright red one that matched the color of your face) and ran out the door. You weren’t really mad at her, but this entire situation was so out of your comfort zone. The only experience you ever really had with being pursued was desperately avoiding Milo for the past two years.

You glanced at the sundial in the garden. Three hours. You had three hours to try and get some work done in the field and shake off the nerves.

-

The tomatoes were a mess. No wonder, this was a corner of the field that had been sorely neglected this season. The sun was climbing higher, and the heat of its rays were beginning to lick the back of your neck. What time was it anyways?

“SO NICE TO MEET YOU- OH YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE!”

Your mothers voice was loud enough to carry all the way to your little corner in the tomato patch. You shot to your feet, craning your neck to see her enthusiastically fawning over a slightly nervous Khargaad. You could hear him nervously chuckling as the two exchanged words.

Well, might as well go save him. You looked down at your work clothes covered in grass stains and mud. Hair was sticking to the back of your sweaty neck. Gross. Probably didn’t smell pretty either.

Your mother caught you out of the corner of her eye and pointed excitedly, “THERE SHE IS!”

You cringed. Gods she was making all this fuss and you looked like you just crawled out of a ditch.

“Hello! I see you met Ma.” You were trying to casually wipe the mix of dirt and sweat from your face, wading over to them through the field. He felt his heart skip a bit when you got closer. You smelled so earthy. And the musk of your sweat was… it could drive him feral.

He started imagining all the ways he could steal you away and worship you. Fill you. Taste you.

“Um… Khargaad?”

He jolted out of his sinful haze, “I couldn’t show up empty handed.” He thrust a basket into your arms. It was laden with fancy imported fruits. “This- This is too much. This must have cost-”

“Hush now,” his voice was like warm honey, “I hunt big game, I can afford it.” He had a cocky little smirk on his face. You thanked him, motioning to follow you into the cottage.

He looked back at your mom one more time, “It was so nice to meet you, Ma’am.”

-

Your first lessons together went just as well as predicted. By the end he was properly frustrated, arms crossed and everything.

“The letters. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s all… mixed up.”

“Let’s just end it here for today.”

He was so cute like this. All flustered. 

He stood up from his seat, being careful to crouch as he easily exceeded the height of the ceiling. “Alrighty, let’s get to work.” He crossed the room in one long stride, pulling his shirt over his head. He looked strong, but not in the way statues are with their lean bodies and taught chiseled muscles. He looked like a man who ate well and worked hard. Your eyes wandered to the slight love handles that peaked over the waistband of his trousers. Gods you were no better than a man, thinking about how bad you wanted to feel him in your hands.

He glanced behind his shoulder, “Where first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Khargaad.”

“Do you think I’m going to just leave with all this work to be done?”

-

He followed you like an excited puppy to the tomato patch you had been working on. You had tried to tell him that he didn’t need to waste the rest of his day helping with this. But he knew he didn’t need to. He wanted to. And who was going to stop him? Certainly not you.

He started on one end, and you the other, working slowly until you met in the middle. By the end, your hands were red and scratched up from pulling the thistle weeds. Of course, Kharghaad’s were so calloused that it was like he had a pair of gloves on. He gave a little gasp when he saw your sore fingers. “Why didn’t you say anything…” He scooped your small hands into his, as delicate as you would pick up a fresh baby bird.

Every time he touched you it was like this great release. Your mother, as loving as she was, never quite developed a touchy-feely nature. You were so used to it fleeting as soon as it was there. Quick handshakes, brushing against someone in the market. You craved physical touch.

So when Khargaad didn’t let go of your hands. When he held them so carefully and tenderly. So deliberately. You found yourself trying to memorize every little second of the moment.

“I’ll have to buy you gloves.” He muttered, picking out the little needles with surprising dexterity. He took his canteen and went to rinse off the skin. “I can wash my own hands, Khargaad.” You chuckled.

“But I want to,” He blurted out with immediate embarrassment, “Sorry, I guess you could say it’s an orc thing? It’s sorta like… we’re very communal. There’s no reason to do much of anything alone, if you think about it…” He sort of trailed off like he was getting ahead of himself. He paused.

“I hope I'm not smothering you. Maybe humans aren’t like that-” He went to let go of your hands, and a part of you cried out inside. You were tired of trying to play this stoic lone wolf character. It wasn’t who you were. It’s not who any of us are. We all need each other.

“Please, don’t stop…” You whispered to him, thrusting your hands back into his. You uttered the magic words. The words he had been waiting for. He pulled you into his chest. It didn’t matter how gross, hot, and sweaty the two of you were. Or that your mother was most definitely watching joyfully from the kitchen window. Nothing mattered. “Can we go somewhere?” His voice was muffled as he whispered into the top of your head. He was taking long deep sighs, taking in your scent.

“Please…” The need in your voice was palpable. He didn’t waste another moment, leading you to the forest behind your property. “Khargaad… the road is that way.” You motioned behind yourself. “I know a quicker way.” He glanced back at you with that sweet little smirk on his face.

Once past the treeline, the soft light of dusk struggled to breach the overhead foliage. You walked together for some time, before the sound of running water bubbled ahead. He had led you to a little clearing, where in the middle stood a circular style tent. A creek babbled away off to the side. The moon was full and provided plenty of light for you to take it all in. “Do you live here?” 

He nodded, looking down at you expectantly for approval. You grinned, “It’s lovely.”

He snaked a strong arm around your waste, pulling you in. His other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting your face up to his. For a moment he hovered over you, as if waiting for your permission. You reached up to cup his face, thumbing over one of the tusks jutting out of his mouth.

His lips met yours. It started slow, like sipping on a glass of fine wine. Then it was hungry. Like you had both been starved. You were getting drunk off of the needy little grunts he was making, pulling you in flush with his body. You could feel him through his trousers, and it startled you out of your stupor a bit. You hadn’t been with anyone before, and it was bound to happen sooner or later, but this was a bit more than you ever imagined.

It was almost like he sensed your tension, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Let’s get clean.” He had brought his thumb up to caress over your cheek, planting a small peck before jogging to his tent. Watching him disappear under the flap, your mind raced. What if you weren’t ready? What if he’s not patient?

He bounded out towards the stream, beckoning you over. He started to frown as you got closer, like he could smell the apprehension coming off of you, “Do you need to go slower? Do you want to go home? Nothing has to happen. Nothing at all. You are in charge.”

He started unlacing the ties of his trousers. You instinctually looked away, giving him privacy he clearly didn’t need. With the sound of water sloshing you looked back at him submerged up to his sternum. You approached the water’s edge, looking down into the little bubbles churning in the current. “Hey… what’s wrong?” He waded over to the edge, leaning onto the grassy bank. There wasn’t any aire of seduction in his voice, just one of genuine tenderness.

You sucked it up and opened your mouth, “I’ve never done this before…”

“With an orc?”

“No like… I’ve never done this before… ever.” You winced as the words came out. You were a grown adult, this conversation shouldn’t feel embarrassing. But it did nonetheless.

“And so you don’t want to do this?” He didn’t seem fazed at all by the information. “No!” You yelped out a little too enthusiastically, “No- I mean, yes. Yes I do want to. I want you.”

You started to pull at the ties of your shirt, face so flushed it was probably glowing red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You ripped the shirt off your head like pulling off a bandaid, exposing your chest to the warm summer air. You went to fiddle with the strings of your work pants. He still didn’t look away, and you didn’t ask him to.

And there you were, clothed only in moonlight. Khargaad thought, maybe the moon had come out just for you tonight, to see your beauty for itself.

You stepped down into the water. “Are you sure you’re human? Not a beautiful fairy playing tricks on me?” Khargaad was completely entranced by you, eyes roaming over the curve of your shoulders to the curves of your breasts.

You felt some of the tension ease, snorting at him “I don’t think a fairy would smell this bad.” He gasped a bit as if he had just remembered, grabbing a bar of soap he had retrieved from the tent. “May I?” He asked, lathering up the bar in his hands.

You nodded, letting him wade closer to you. You felt the palms of his massive hands begin to work themselves into your hair, massaging his fingers into your scalp. “Oh-” You exclaimed a rather embarrassing moan, but it felt so good. He finished and went to clean his own hair. “Hey, it’s my turn now!” You scolded him. He was more than happy to let you clean him. As he said previously, it’s a part of orc culture to do things with other people. That includes bathing.

And oh how he loved to see you doing orc things. Like wearing that yellow dress dyed with orc spices, and making those pickled eggs for him. It made him think about how great it would be to bring you home with him, to meet all of his family. For you to find a place in his tribe. He missed home a lot, and now you were a part of that picture. You finished running your fingers through the curls of his clean hair.

He heard the sloshing of water, turning around to see you drying yourself off. He joined you. You cast a quick glimpse below his waist, blushing furiously at his partially hard cock.

You walked together to the flap of the tent. The inside surprised you. It was so… cozy. “Ah-” He had leaned down to nuzzle into your neck, you loved the feeling of his tusks against your skin. He pulled you to what could best be described as a nest. A nest of pillows and blankets. He very carefully leaned you onto your back, “Is this okay?”

You giggled at him, “Yes Khargaad. I will tell you if I need to stop, okay?”

“Promise?” He leaned back on his knees, his olive green skin looking lovely in the warm glow of the lantern lighting the tent. His member was on full display, completely unashamed. The way it twitched in anticipation made your stomach flutter. “Yes.”

He lied down next to you, peppering little kisses in the crook of your neck. His hands began to roam your body, starting with your shoulders and slowly moving down to your tits. His calloused palm grazed over the sensitive peaks, causing you to let out a breathy sigh. He took your left breast into his hand, thumbing over your hardened nipple. He palmed your chest for a few moments more, like he was savoring each and every new part of you he explored. You felt his cock hard against your leg. You shifted your thigh, giving him just the lightest sensation of friction. The groan he mumbled into your skin made you feel hot between your legs. You clenched your thighs together, trying to get some relief.

His hand traveled down to your stomach, caressing the curves and grabbing a soft handful of skin. “Good…” He whispered. You shivered as his hand glided over your hips, so close to your entrance. He reached for the inside of your thigh, pulling it over into his cock. He let out another breathy sigh that left you completely slick with desire. His hand hovered over the mess of hair covering your mound. You opened your legs, giving him permission.

He started by slowly palming you, just beginning to give you the attention your pussy was desperate for. You felt a finger slip past your folds, getting drenched in the slickness. Khargaad shifted you up a bit so he could have better access to your chest. He dipped down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucked playfully. “Oh f-fuck-” You were stuttering at the pleasure of it all. He grinned into your chest, “Keep making those noises sweetheart.” The pet name made your heart flutter.

He kept gently probing a finger up and down your slit, until he dipped one down just at the beginning of your entrance. His fingers were bigger than your own, but this wasn't so much of a stretch. He slowly sheathed the finger in you, “Tight.” He grunted. He made a come hither motion into that sensitive spot of your inner walls. You yelped out a completely sinful moan as he prodded you a few more times. His finger exited your hole, pulling the wetness of your cunt onto your swollen and sensitive clit.

“Khargaad-” Your hips bucked up into him as he swirled long languid circles around that little bundle of nerves. He pulled off, and sat back on his knees, “Can I taste you?”

It was the way he asked more than anything. Like he was close to begging for it. You nodded, spreading your legs for him. He settled down in front of you, using both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart. You felt the tip of his fat tongue probe your needy pussy. He reached up to play with your nipples, while he moved up to your throbbing clit. He started with light kitten-licks, making you whine and buck up into his mouth. That wonderful tongue of his made swirls and then quick flickering motions over the sensitive spot. At this point you were almost completely lost in pleasure, and reached down to thread your fingers through his soft brown curls. 

You were already sensitive when he started, so you were very close to finishing. You actually yelled when he inserted a finger into you. Prodding that sensitive spot while attacking your sensitive clit; it was making the most obscene wet noises. “Close.” That was all you could manage as he devoured you. There it was, feeling crushed over you like a ton of bricks. You coated this hand, legs spasming. He dipped down to lap up the remnants of your release. Your taste, your smell, the feeling of his hair clenched in your fist. He was addicted.

He leaned back, taking in his work. You had a hand on your forehead and a hand on your chest, calming down from what you just experienced. You glanced down at him, both hands on his thighs. His cock was completely erect, tip glistening with pre-cum. It was so heavy it bowed down under its own weight. “Y/n…” He was trying to figure out what to say next. His cock needed to be buried in your pretty little cunt. He needed to bottom out into you. He wanted to hear the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your skin with every thrust. But he couldn’t say that, though. He didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready.

So when you propped yourself up on your elbows, legs spread for him, he almost felt like crying. His human mate was so strong. So ready for him.

He crawled over you, pinning your legs over his shoulders. He took the base of his cock into his fist, guiding it slowly over your folds. You were so warm for him. He pushed his pulsating tip past your lips, wincing from the sensitivity. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you were completely entranced watching his cock slide into you. His tip found your hole, sliding in but not going any further. He was absolutely strangeling the pillow he was resting his hand on, trying to maintain control. Khargaad was watching you, every little subtle expression. He kept sinking himself into you, stopping when you made the first wince of pain. He was big, and you were so tight. 

“Y/n?” You looked up at him through those pretty lashes. He nearly lost it all right there, just from the eye-contact. You got off of your elbows, leaning down completely. You gave a little nod, still making direct eye contact. Slowly and gently, he worked his way in until his hips were flush with yours. He leaned back, still buried in you, letting you adjust to the stretch.

He wouldn’t last long at all, seeing you like this. Your little face with knotted brows, arms thrown overhead. Khargaad brought his hand to your stomach, rubbing little circles into the soft skin with his thumb. You were perfect. Perfect to take his seed. Perfect for growing a little half-orc.

He wouldn’t yet, of course. Not until you were ready. For you, he would wait as long as needed. But his strange orc hormones and instincts craved it beyond explanation.

He began rocking out and back into you, keeping a slow languid pace. You reached out for him, and in an instant his head was nuzzled in your neck again. His pace started to ramp up a bit, earning little mewls from your lips. Oh he definitely wouldn't last much longer. “W-where…” His breath hitched in your ear. “Huh?” You were too flustered to try to understand what he was asking.

“Going to-” He was hissing and groaning, barely able to work out a sentence, “On your body- ah- or o-on the bed?” His motions were getting jerky. “Fuck- sorry- oh fuck.”

He pulled out just barely in time to empty himself onto your stomach. He fucked his rough fist through the climax, sighing at the sight of his seed coating your tummy. It felt a lot warmer than you expected, and much more… volume. He finally let go of his cock, reaching for a linen cloth and dunking it in a bowl of water he had set nearby. “I made a mess…”

He sounded so guilty, and you giggled at him teasingly. One of his hands cupped your face, while the other softly wiped the length of your cunt, messy from your own slickness. He wiped the cum that was coated across your stomach, being careful not to spill any on the bed.

“You did so good.” He started cooing sweet nothings to you while running his thumbs across your cheekbone, “Wore me out…” He chuckled, throwing the rag across the room. He yawned and stretched his arms above him.

“Do you want me to go home now?” You were all too familiar with the stories women told about men finishing and ordering them to leave. You didn’t quite have the confidence yet, to advocate for yourself. To tell him you wanted to spend the night wrapped up in his arms.

For Khargaad, this question felt like an arrow to the heart. Had he not done enough? To make it clear how badly he needed you with him? He laid down next to you, pulling you close, “I would kill the person who would try to take you from me right now.”

Here is Part 5 for you lovelies <3 <3 <3 btw Khargaad is living in a yurt, that's what I was trying to describe lol.

I attached a playlist I put together. These are the songs I've been listening to while writing this, if anyone wants to hear the vibes :3

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7-Days of Recovery With You 🍧🌸

SYNOPSIS: After getting injured and blacking out during a battle, you had not other choice but to take a week-long rest at home to recover. Unfortunately, the universe had a different vision for your dedicated rest & relaxation and decided to send in not just one but all five of your "emergency contacts". Oh the joy of being their favorite past time.

🍓 A/N: Hello! First fanfic here on tumblr about our favorite LADS boys (்▿்). I'll be posting daily (if I can make time lol) for this one! Each part will have a different pairing with all the fluff & humor I can squeeze into the fics. Hope you like it!

- p.s: I'll work on tumblr's interface so I can figure out how to add pictures and stuff to make it more interesting~

˚₊·Xavier's Miracle Soup—̳͟͞͞♡

Part 2 (Zayne) | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Your week had been more than just the typical stressful encounter. Well, first and foremost, you took a hit. A pretty bad one, to say the least. It just so happened you were out in the field with Xavier, fighting off Wanderers just like any other day. It was supposed to be an easy job, a quick 30-45 minute battle, however you never anticipated to be battling wave after wave of Wanderers.

Now, here you were under bedrest, seeking recovery from your battle, surrounded by a thick blanket and rows and towers of pillows for your own comfort. Ironically, despite all the comfort your own bed has brought to you over the years, nothing could compete to the impending feeling of doom you were feeling at that moment.

Your phone kept buzzing non-stop, one message after the other, not just from one but from all five of your "emergency contacts". For some reason, they thought it was wise to build a groupchat and include you in it, to keep "tabs" on your well-being. Knowing well-enough your house is littered with security cameras from Caleb's recent "house project" and Mephisto being on the 24/7 watch, constantly pecking at your window to check on you and most probably bring "gifts" from Onychinus' one and only leader, Sylus. Not to mention, all five men have access to your current vital signs that directly notify them if it gets too low or too high, all thanks to Zayne's newly-installed and gifted watch, which clings onto your wrist like a second skin.

Grumbling to yourself as you rolled on your bed, shielding your eyes from the light peeking through the curtains, "So much for a relaxing long weekend".

» Flashback: 3 days ago . . . «

"Xavier!" you yelled across the field., "2:00!". Loud shots were fired into the air accompanied with the clanging of metal hitting almost everything in its path. "There's too many," Xavier respons, panting heavily as he wipes off the sweat and dirt off his forehead. "Any ideas?" he asks, slashing his sword through the air as another Wanderer comes too close for its own comfort towards you and Xavier.

You and Xavier had been fighting Wanderers non-stop since early in the morning. What was anticipated to be an easy job for the both of you experienced hunters, became nearly a full-day battle. "Well, making it out alive is one of them," you half-heartedly joked, trying to figure out another way to eliminate at least most of the Wanderers stalking your way. You and Xavier were about to be cornered against a large boulder, with no other exit available for the both of you to make it out alive without leaving the other behind. With quick thinking, Xavier slashed his sword in the air and cut down a nearby tree, crushing the remaining Wanderers that were crawling towards the both of you.

With heavy panting, you let your knees buckle and kneel to the floor, carefully clutching both of your guns to the ground. "What the hell was that?", swiping off all the sweat and grime from your forehead and carefully tucking away hair strands of your now messy ponytail to the side.

"It was more than what we had expected," Xavier holds out a hand and helps you get up. Not even standing at your full height, you felt the pang to your chest, you quickly grasp the skin over your heart to try and ease the pain. You felt the whole world spinning, bits of black blotches decorating your vision, you couldn't help but feel the swaying motions of your entire body, feeling the wave of pain and exhaustion finally crashing into you.

With one last glance at Xavier, you blacked out and felt your body, crash to the floor with only hearing Xavier's worried voice over and over until everything became tuned out.

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It wasn't long before you regained consciousness and finally woke up from your deep slumber. Quickly looking around the room, familiarity made you realize that Xavier had brought you back home in your apartment. Carefully expecting your body, you could clearly see you were beaten and bruised from head to toe with your body being covered in layers of bandages and band-aids, for the smaller cuts.

"You're awake," a voice finally broke you out of your thoughts. As you lift your gaze up, you felt a soft smile grace your face. It was none other than your one and only partner in crime, Xavier, who was seemingly unscathed from the recent battle, carrying what seems to be a steaming hot bowl of what looks like a multi-colored soup. Well, crap.

"You blacked out, I had to bring you to the nearest hospital. You were out for a long time." Xavier said slowly, walking towards your bed with the soup in his hand, carefully grabbing a nearby chair with his vacant hand and setting himself ontop of it. "You overused your powers today, the association has been informed that we finished the task but, seeing your current condition, they're letting you take a break for a couple of days for you to fully recover".

"What? No, I can't. We still have so much paperworks to deal with. Not to mention the sudden influx of Wanderer activity within neighboring cities of Linkon." Your eyes widden at the thought, trying to slowly get up and fix yourself to a seated position, only to feel a pang of pain that puts your back against the board of your bed with a small thud and a wince of pain that makes you grab your waist in hopes to soothe the pain.

"Exactly my point. I'll handle the rest for the meantime. You need to rest. Captain Jenna has already made plans to assign me with a temporary partner while you rest up. We'll continue the mission from here and I'll update you as much as I can". Xavier, carefully, placing the soup onto the nearby table, gives your hand a small squeeze and a reassuring smile. As he pulls away, his gaze drops to his homemade soup and carefully picks up the bowl and scoops a spoonful of it.

You could feel the dread crawling out of you as Xavier stirs the soup and grabs another handful of the soup onto the spoon. "This is my own homemade recipe. I made it a while ago while you were asleep. It's mixed with all the good stuff I could find in your fridge". Well, double crap! I haven't even cleaned out my fridge for the week.

"That's so sweet of you Xavier, it means a lot but you don't have to feed me. I can handle it on my own." Reassuring Xavier as you carefully try to find a comfortable sitting position on the bed. Also hoping & praying that Xavier wouldn't feed you his bathbomb of a soup. Who knows what the man found and put into his miracle of a soup?

"No, I insist. Open wide," While grabbing both of your cheeks, Xavier quickly grabs the spoon and shoves the content forcefully into your mouth. With no choice but to swallow, you try and close your eyes to somehow pretend you're eating anything but the bathbomb soup.

Trying not to grimace at the recently-swallowed spoonful of bathbomb soup, you gave Xavier a weak smile, "Wow, it's...definitely something".

"I'm glad you like it. I won't leave until you finish all of it. Doctor's orders after all." You could feel your soul ascend and leave your body. How could you possibly finish this whole soup infront of Xavier? Taking in a deep breathe, you playfully twirl the spoon with your fingers as it rotates gently with the soup in the bowl, hoping it would buy you enough time for Xavier to go home and you can dispatch the bathbomb soup.

"Oh and, don't worry about anything else. Everything else is covered. The association said that they informed your four other emergency contacts. So, while I'm not here to take care of you, either of the four will do the job." Xavier smiles sweetly, as he wips out his phone and shows you an email from the association with his email attached to the receiver, along with not just two but four other emails? Why on earth would you have five emergency contacts? It wasn't like you were dying or anything, just beaten and bruised, but you'll definitely heal within a day or two.

"Wow, that's a lot of people but I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll only be gone for a couple of days."

"A week, you'll be gone for a week". Xavier corrected, looking through his phone to double check the email and its content. A whole week? What kind of joke is the universe trying to pull on you now? "Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do then?"

"Well, for starters, you can finish your soup, I'll make up a new batch before I head out so I can give you time to rest". Xavier says, as he pats your head gently and slowly pushes away strands of your bangs to the side. Your eyes could never mistake the longing stare Xavier always does whenever he looks at you, as if worried you would disappear without a trace.

"I'll be fine. Have some faith in me, with your soup, I'll be back to work in no time." You say as you reach out for his hand and give it a tight squeeze and a reassuring smile.

Xavier couldn't help but smile, tidbits of little sparkles floating around him as you both reciprocate the emotion of relief, of being safe away from any worry and danger. "You'll always be my best partner in crime, you know? You've saved me more times than I can count".

"I'll always come to save you as you will always come and find me, no matter where I am". You couldn't help but smile but also wonder, what does Xavier mean by that, that you would always come and find him? Oh well, that's another mystery for another day.

"I think I'll rest up in while".

"Good, I'll make a new batch of soup. They should be arriving at any minute".

They?

And just like that, the universe decided to give you its own vision of rest & relaxation as a loud bang of the door accompanied by numerous voices flowed into your apartment.

"Pipsquek, I'm home! I got here as fast as I could!"

"Truly, we could have taken the elevator at different intervals. I don't think using your gravity evol to force the doors shut was wise".

"Oh doctor, relax. Surely, with your salary, we could pay a handsome fee and make another elevator to fit us".

"Or maybe we just don't visit at the same time? Her apartment's already cramped as is. Can't you find different day-offs or something?

Dear God, help me.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Summer Heat

Summary: You run into your ex Taehyung at a bar and go home with him just to keep hanging out. But perhaps Taehyung wants more. And so do you.

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to lovers, fluff, smut. 

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, dialogue heavy, communication, fingering, mention of oral, unprotected sex.

Notes: An exes to lovers Taehyung drabble request!!!! sorry it took so long...hope you enjoy anon! (and whoever else hehe)

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“Why did we break up?”

Did he ask that? Or did you? You aren’t sure who asked that. You just know that it’s been asked by one of you. The question floats in the air, the words growing bigger until they pop next to your ear. Your stomach stirs uncomfortably when the words echo a little, and finally, you realize it sounds a lot like your voice. You gulp.

“You don’t know?” Taehyung leans against the door frame, wood creaking before his arms cross over his chest. “If you don’t know then I definitely don’t know.” He suddenly smiles.

You’re wondering how you two ended up in his guest bedroom at his house. How you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel neatly folded in your lap as you wait for Taehyung to leave the room so you can shower. You glance at the dresser where his clothes lay on top, ready for you to borrow. Wearing his clothes is… 

“Sorry.” You look down, “I shouldn’t have asked honestly.”

“Why not?” His voice is teasing.

You look up again, “Because we spent the whole night talking about how the past is the past and I don’t know, it just felt nice to hang out. I don’t want to ruin any,” You motion your hands in the space between you, “Like…vibe we got going on.”

Taehyung laughs, his back relaxing more against the wall. “It has been fun, right? Who would have thought I’d run into you tonight.” 

“I can’t believe its six in the morning.” You glance towards the window, a dark blue sky beginning to light up. “Thanks again for letting me crash here.”

“I’m the one who insisted we stay up.” Taehyung stretches his neck, a small smile still on his face. “We had, what was it? 5? 6 years to catch up on?” 

“Something like that.” You smile back, shrugging a little. “Lucky tomorrow is Saturday and we don’t have to work.”

Taehyung gazes at you, the softness in his eyes hard to miss. “I think I would have stayed up no matter the day of the week.”

Your stomach tightens, “Oh yeah?”

“So why did we break up?”

He asks this time. The question now echoing in his voice.

“I don’t know really.” You answer, “We weren’t ready?”

Taehyung separates his back from the door frame, his legs taking him to the end of the bed where he sits next to you. “We were young?”

“And not ready.” You emphasize this time. “Right person, wrong time.”

“So are you going to let me know when it’s the right time?” Taehyung asks you, his voice quieter as he looks ahead. “Because who knows, maybe it’s still right person.” His eyes slide towards you, curiosity sitting in them. 

You can’t help but quietly gasp to yourself, his curious eyes sharpening the more he gazes at you. You’ve been wondering all night. You’ve been wondering if there’s still something between you, especially because something electric has been bringing you closer the past few hours. But you didn’t know if it was your imagination. 

Taehyung’s gaze drops down to your hand that rests against the mattress. His eyes trail up your bare arm and it feels as if his fingertips are grazing your skin. 

“You think we’re still a good match?” You breathe out your words, your eyes falling to Taehyung’s bottom lip. “Or do your interests only lie in getting laid tonight?”

Taehyung’s eyes grow round, shocked at first before he chuckles, “Can it be both?”

You bite back another smile. “Maybe.”

It’s been five and half years since you and Taehyung called things off—well, since you called things off. In your eyes, it really was right person, wrong time. You aren’t sure if Taehyung agreed at that time because you didn’t really give him the chance to. That still stings a little. Probably more for him than you but seeing how lighthearted he’s been all night, you guess he’s over it.

Are you over it?

You kind of have to be.

“I remember you being a really good kisser.” Taehyung’s fingers crawl over to yours, his skin warm as he subtly touches you. 

You bite down onto your bottom lip, another smile forming. “So this is about getting laid tonight.”

“Not at all. But maybe a part of it.” Taehyung taps his fingers before weaving them through yours. Then he pulls back. “But if you don’t want to do anything…”

“Who said that?” You find his dark eyes, “I might just be teasing you.”

“You’ve always loved teasing me.”

“Maybe I still do?”

“So, some things haven’t changed.” He teases back, shaking his dark hair from his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if some things were still the same. There’s some things I’m hoping are very different though.”

“Like what?” You can’t help but ask, your hand sliding closer to his again. 

“One, I hope you stopped being such a picky eater. And two, you let me have an opinion about us.”

You feel that sting. It shouldn’t be you who feels it but you do. “Us?”

“Yeah.” He hums, his fingers suddenly between yours again. He leans closer to you, “I want to decide things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like,” Taehyung naturally grows closer to you, his body suddenly pushing up against your side when he leans down and presses his lips against your bare shoulder. “If I should be in your life or not.”

You slowly close your eyes when you feel his warm breath before he places a kiss on your shoulder. Then another. And another.

He continues, “Last time, you decided without me. This time I want a say.” Another kiss.

You feel your stomach turn upside down, his lips confusing you while his words make you feel guilty. 

“Taehyung.” You say his name, your voice uncontrollably insecure. “Are we talking about this now?”

Another kiss. “No.”

You open your eyes, your back straightening when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. It feels good and familiar. Yet you aren’t sure how to react.

“Is it crazy to say I’ve missed you?” Taehyung sighs out, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “It is, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have thought about you so much in these last few years.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

Your stomach flops again, but this time you feel intrigued. “What did you miss? Me? Or my lips? My mouth? My—”

“—Can’t I say everything?” Taehyung lifts himself, his eyes urging you to look at him. He stays close. “I missed your overthinking too, believe it or not.”

Your lips curl at the thought, his teasing working. “Oh yeah?”

“But I missed your hugs the most. When we hugged earlier…I swear I wanted to give you me right then and there.”

“Your vodka sodas make you chatty, don’t they?”

“Oh yeah.” He chuckles, “You aren’t used to it, right?”

“Considering you didn’t drink when I knew you, no. But it was fun drinking with you tonight.”

“You got kind of chatty too.” Taehyung decides to create space between you both, his body suddenly laying back on the bed. “Never been in love with anyone else since me?” He sounds proud. “Feels like that should have taken longer to admit—”

You hit his thigh with your fist, embarrassment hot on your neck. “Shut up, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Also, it’s the truth and I can’t change it.” 

You’re turned to eye him, but you quickly look away before laying down yourself. You keep your hands together, resting on top of your stomach.

“I’m not sure I’ve really been in love either. Maybe. Maybe not.” Taehyung tells you. “I’ve definitely thought about you over the years though.”

“Like what?”

“Your mouth—”

You hit his thigh again.

He laughs this time, “Okay, okay. Like for example, I saw someone eating skittles a few weeks ago and it reminded me of you. How you eat them all except the purple ones.”

“I still don’t eat the purple ones.”

“Great.” Taehyung huffs out dramatically, “You’re still picky.” He turns his head towards you and you do the same, meeting his eyes. Your stomach flops again when he smirks at you. “Somehow I missed that, too.”

“Liar,” You can’t help but laugh. “You—”

“We still click, you know?” Taehyung cuts you off, his gaze sharp again. “I’d like to hang out again. But not as friends or anything…as…I don’t know,” He turns his head, eyes on the ceiling while he smiles sheepishly. “I want to see if we can make this work. Possibly.”

“Vodka sodas make you so loose-lipped.”

“Thank God, too. I’m saying all the things I want to say so I’m thankful for it.”

“Well….” You turn your body towards him, lifting yourself on you elbow, “What else do you want to say?”

“You’re very pretty. And I want to kiss you.” Taehyung mirrors his body to yours. He looks confident as usual but you see the nerves in his eyes. “I’m not kissing anyone else at the moment, if you’re worried about that.”

“I wasn’t.” You weren’t. 

Taehyung has never been known for being a player, or messing with more than one girl at a time. If he’s showing interest in you then you know you’re the only one.

“I’ve been single for like 8 months already.” He tells you, “So I’m clean, too.” 

“I…yeah, it’s been a little while for me too.” You glance towards the open door, “But also, you sound real hopeful this is going to go in your favor.”

“Please.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “I know the way you’ve been looking at me all night. Catching up has been nice but there’s more going on here, right?”

He’s right.

“No.” 

“Now you’re the liar,” Taehyung smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “But like I said, we don’t have to do anything. But I still want to see you again.”

You’re both sat up on your elbows, the distance small between you before you decide to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask.

Taehyung blinks at you for a moment, his dark eyes surprised. 

“Just a kiss.” You assure him, your lips curling into a smirk. “One kiss.”

Taehyung holds his breath, seconds that feel like minutes pass. A small laugh finally leaves his mouth and his eyes fall to the bed. “Why am I suddenly nervous?” He admits. “As if I forgot how to kiss.”

“You were so confident earlier?” You tease him but you were positive you saw the nerves in his eyes and you were right. 

“I think the vodka sodas helped and they’ve worn off at this exact moment.”

“How convenient.”

“It really is, isn’t it?” 

You stare at Taehyung, his eyes going from yours to the mattress every few seconds before the strap of your tank top slides off your shoulder and his eyes glue to that extra inch of skin. It was a hot summer night, and a white tank top with some shorts is all the night called for.

You didn’t think you would run into Taehyung at a bar neither of you have been to. A night out with a couple of friends that happily ditched you to catch up with your ex. 

“Why did we break up for real, y/n?” Taehyung’s eyes are back on yours. “I know but sometimes I doubt and question it.” 

“Still?” 

“You expect me not to?” He laughs a little but his voice is now the one that sounds uncontrollably insecure. “I was in love with you for so many years of my life. You were my best friend…”

You feel a sharp poke in your heart. 

“I know.” You decide to sit up, your body slumping over a little. “I’m sorry.”

And you are. You’ve wanted to apologize for years. 

“I know you’ve been sorry since the day we broke up.” Taehyung sits up too, his side pushed up against yours. Suddenly space isn’t necessary. “Don’t feel bad. I just want to hear you confirm your reason.”

You glance at Taehyung, eyes studying him. “I got scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“That I didn’t know myself yet. That it would have been better if we were older…more mature. I should have just talked to you. But I thought you’d agree. I just…” You stop, ripping your eyes away from him. “Wanted to make it easier for both of us at that time.”

“Okay.” Taehyung nods to himself. “It wasn’t because you stopped loving me?”

“No.” You don’t find the courage to look at him yet. “I still loved you.”

Taehyung bumps into your shoulder with his and you hear the lightness in his voice again. “We’re older? More mature? You think we could look at one another the way we did before?”

You straighten your back again. “You really want to try this again?”

“I really want to kiss you at the least.” He sounds teasing once more. “But yeah, I’d love to continue getting to know you and see where this might lead.”

“I offered to kiss you already but you chickened out.” You bump into his shoulder now. 

“I know.” He laughs, “But turns out I did want to have the conversation now. Kind of want to kiss you even more now because of it.”

“Then kiss me now, if you want.”

You’re older now. More mature now.

Yet you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, towel still folded in your lap, eyes on the floor and nerves surrounding you both.

Taehyung’s breath leaves his mouth in a warm puff and you feel it glide over your bare thighs. His nerves make you brave. You grasp the towel in your hands before placing it next to you and you turn your head towards the man you used to love. 

He mirrors you, eyes still unsure. 

“You’re cute.” You murmur. “And—”

Taehyung leans in closer, his eyes stuck on your lips. “It’s okay, right?”

You nod.

The warm breath you felt on your thighs now lingers over your lips. It makes you stop breathing.

He comes closer, his hand softly landing on your lower back, fingers slowly digging into your tank top as he grows closer and finally, you feel the skin of his lips touch yours in a kiss that becomes firmer the longer he stays. His kiss is so familiar that it will haunt you later. 

Taehyung detaches for only a moment, catching his breath before he leans in again more confidently and you finally give him a response. Your lips slowly moving over his as you kiss him back, your hands sliding up his chest. So familiar. His tongue pokes out and you open your mouth just the slightest to grant his wish. You taste him now, and it’s also hauntingly familiar.

You feel your lower belly swirling and swirling, a tension growing between your legs and it makes you ache. You wish a few kisses didn’t make you this desperate already but when Taehyung feels your fingers slide up into his hair, he knows you desire more. 

His tongue explores more freely and you moan into his mouth, the sound quiet and soft but it creates a stirring in Taehyung’s pants. He can feel himself grow harder. So, he kisses you harder. 

You break away for a moment, lips wet and tingly. “You have a condom?”

“Already?” He asks, breathless. “Let me at least eat you out first.”

“I haven’t showered yet.” Your eyes slide to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t care.” 

“I care.”

His hands go to your shorts, fingers fiddling with the button. “Fingers?”

You think about it for a second, thighs squeezing together at the idea. “Okay.”

And his fingers are quick to undo the button on your shorts, and he pulls down the zipper. You quickly wiggle out of them, kicking them off of you, while they land somewhere on the floor.

“Cute underwear.” He tickles the skin above the band with his fingers, before they slide lower and you gasp. He begins rubbing them over where you ache. Your panties grow damper and damper, making it easy for him to move your underwear to the side, and his fingers dive into your wetness. 

“Ah, Taehyung…” You become tense. Teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I—”

His fingers swirl over your clit, making you sigh out in content. They play here before he uses his middle finger to dive where you really want him. Finger massaging your entrance, before he adds another. Entering you, making you immediately relax once the moment you’ve been anticipating is over. He works to stretch you out, his eyes focused on yours, his tongue wetting his lips as he watches how you start to fall into a daze.

His fingers feel so good. They’re long and reaching the right places. He curls them, making you whine, head falling to his shoulder and he chuckles.

“Feel good?” He whispers, fingers working harder and all you hear is how they fuck into you.

You nod against his shoulder, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. 

“I want you…” You admit, “Now.”

His fingers stop moving, his head suddenly nodding quickly and he slides them out. “Yeah.”

Taehyung brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them proudly and you don’t have it in you to tell him to stop. He wanted your familiar flavor. So, it can haunt him later too. 

You stand, eyes on him as you take your tank top off. He stands too, helping you take off your bra and his eyes are glued to your chest, clouding over with lust. You reach for the bottom of his shirt and he helps you take it off his body. Shorts and boxers are next. You stare at his cock, the head of it throbbing and you feel your mouth water. Another time, you tell yourself. 

You finally slip off your underwear and you stand here, gazing at one another and you both become dizzy. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He tells you, hands reaching for your hips and he guides you to the bed again, laying you down. “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

“Me too.” You tell him, breathless and heated. 

Taehyung crawls over your body and you feel how he moves his cock to enter you, moving slowly until he’s snug between your legs. You both sigh. Your walls tightening around him. He feels so good. And so familiar. He pushes himself further into you, your legs wrapping around his waist until you gasp to yourself, eyes shutting in contentment. 

“You feel…” You can’t finish your sentence.

“Yeah.” He agrees, sliding out of you before thrusting back in. He repeats this motion a few, slow times. Letting his cock get soaked and pulled into your sweet core. He can’t remember the last time he felt this entranced. Maybe it was with you. 

He starts fucking into you, the repeated motions are smooth and calculated. He’s trying his best to fuck you at the angle that is going to make you whimper. And he finally finds it. He moans into your neck, his hot breath making your skin moist. He starts kissing your throat. 

You feel yourself growing tighter and tighter the more he firmly pushes in. You’re going to cum. 

Taehyung starts thrusting faster, his kisses growing sloppy and he forces himself to slow down, his body trembling above yours. Oh, he’s really close.

“You’re so pretty…” He moans, his thrusts getting harder. “I fucking missed you, your pussy…everything.”

“Taehyung…” You wrap your arms around him, nails clawing at his back. “Fuck, just like that…I’ll cum.”

“Yeah. I know.” He smirks against your neck before he lifts his head and locks eyes with you. “Let’s cum together, y/n. Fuck,” His pace grows faster and you feel your insides crumble. He feels too good. 

“I’m gonna—” You choke on air when he thrusts particularly hard, pushing into you so deep it makes your stomach tighten. He fucks you so deep you wonder how you could go without this any longer. 

“y/n.” He chants your name, head falling into your neck again, whining against your skin and that’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap. You feel warmth gushing around his cock, dribbling out of you as you cum all around him and his hips thrust forward a few more times before he releases every drop of cum he can offer inside you. 

Your body becomes limp, legs falling from his waist as you catch your breath, silently laughing as the euphoria continues to overtake you. Taehyung laughs too, breathing heavily above you, his eyes shining with happiness. You can’t miss it. 

“We forgot the condom.” He tells you.

“I know.” You bite your lip, hiding another smile. You aren’t worried since you’re on birth control. “Maybe you can shower with me?”

He leans down to kiss you, smile all over his face. “Okay, and then I’m eating you out.”

[herjuhodivine]

SYNOPSIS satoru gojo, one of the most popular boy in college, plays on the basketball team, has a large reputation of being a player and dismisses most girls, leaving them coming back for more dk why , and you; a depressing fashion designer major, looking towards being a model. one night at a frat party that your best friend, shoko dragged you to, you went to the bathroom to hide away from the party but…

PAIRING fratboy! gojo x reader

WARNINGS 18+ , lowercase intended , cursing , fluff + angst , strangers to situationship (unfortunately) to lovers(?) , badly written smut , fem! reader , slow burn-ish , drinking/smoking , idiots in love , opposite attract + fell first/fell harder trope , never proofread

11:22PM; you shouldn't be here at all. loud music, drinking, smoking, making out in the corner shamelessly. This is not your crowd. This wasn't your fun, it's your best friend fun.

"oh come on y/n! this will be so fun!" you recall your best friend, shoko, pleading with you for you come tag along with her to go to a frat party that she was invited to once again (for the nth time in the past three weeks) "no thanks shoko. i have work to do." you half lied, you don't really have any work but you have work in the morning since you have no classes tomorrow in the morning.

"just this one time please!" she clasped her hands together in front of your face. that's a lie, one time turns into two, then three, then so on and so forth. but you are so tired and bothered by this point that you don't care anymore. "fine, just this once, but i'm not dressing up for anything." You get up and heads intot he bathroom, through the muffled door you can hear shoko's little cheers of excitement.

And now you regret agreeing in the first place. as soon as you arrived, shoko already left to go to her party animal friend group and started heading towards to kitchen for drinks probably.

11:46PM; you’re felt like leaving, but you didn’t want to leave shoko here with no ride and no conscious to call herself a ride home. plan b; hiding the bathroom. you notice that there’s a basement and a unused bathroom down there. you sneak around people and start heading downstairs.

it quiet, if you exclude the muffled bassed music from upstairs, its clean and empty, the bathroom door is right there. so why do you feel a weird sensation throughout your body not to open the door, much less step closer to the door? you decide to ignore it and approach the door, you didn’t hear anything through the door, well barely at least. you grab the doorknob and open the door.

a random girl. bent over the sink base, a drunk dazed look in the mirror as she moans, a really tall guy, looking around six feet tall, really pretty white hair and white lashes, straight up eating her pussy. you let out a small shriek, the girl barely notices but the guy snaps his head around so fast, you could have sworn he almost broke his neck. you slam the door close and bolted out of the basement.

12:12AM; you’re driving home. fuck shoko, she’ll most likely end up sleeping in another guy’s bed in that house anyways, she’ll live. but you refuse to stay in that house any longer, especially not after what you witnessed. it’s not like you’re new to sex, you never done it but you know about it but also you refuse to actually get a front row seat to real life porn show.

you made it back to the apartment, driving your car into the underground parking lot and heads into the elevator. your mind was spiraling, that reoccurring memory infecting your mind like a parasite. the guy’s crystal blue eyes, shining in a bathroom light, particularly blinding you, filled with shock and panic. you unlock the apartment door and went inside; about ready to shut down for the night.

6:12AM; you wake up at your phone buzzing rapidly on the bedside table, alarming you in your slumber. you slap around the table until you yanked the phone off the charger to turn it on. just to be blinded by the brightness. “fuck…” you mumbled to yourself. adjusting your eyes while still squinting.

“hello?” voice hoarse and dehydrated, “hello? is this y/n?” a male deep voice on the other line. “yes it’s y/n, who is this?” small noises in the background, “this is gojo…satoru gojo, you’re shoko’s roommate, right?” you make a small ‘mhm’. “yea, can you come pick her up soon? she has no ride and is really hungover..” you run your temple in a growing headache.

“uh yea…i’ll be over soon.” you hung up before hearing gojo out. yea you’re already tired of today.

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🛡🐲 Sketch Log 6 - TMNT Fantasy AU 🐉🐢⚔

Hiiii~ guuuyyss~! Just wanna drop my unposted previous arts here, including Knightess April and Villager Irma, crossover Knightess April and Doremi wearing a turtle suit (Harukaze Doremi from Ojamajo Doremi anime), crossover Tribunal Donnie, Bay Donnie and 2012 Donnie, and a little bit Apritello (bcs @inspiredwriter was curious ehehehe~ ^^), and other doodles belowww~

Besties bonding!!! April and Irma, flashback before April sent on her first quest outside the kingdom, with other royal troops, guarding and sending a wagon of treasure. I really adore their cute relationship in TMNT 1987 series. Haven't I told you that Villager Irma is a bit of a bookworm...??

Irma witnessing something....???? and oh...April....

Ref of Harukaze Doremi Turtle costume 👇👇👇

I honestly don't know how did I came up with this drawing crossover idea......Knightess April must have been drinking to much at the tavern and she almost thinking this girl reminds her of the tribunal turtle brothers *sweating

This piece above ☝️☝️ was meant to celebrate 41st Anniversary to TMNT last month🎊🎉🎊 I hope you guys love it! 🐢✨✨🎉🎉🎊 (Me also learning that three days ago was Kevin Eastman's birthday, the original creator of TMNT *sighhss)

And finally....Apritello Fantasy AU - Tribunal Donnie x Knightess April...a little incident at The Dragon's Breath open air hot springs (don't worry, it is not too explicit.....) 👇👇👇

Soo...the story begins with Tribunal Donnie woke up early in the morning, feeling like he's slowly recovering from his Tribunal fever and he needed to soak himself a warm bath at The Dragon's Breath open air hot springs. Donnie took his towel and went to the location, he met Leo during his exercise or sparring outside the house.

Leo: "Oh...morning, Donnie..? So how's your condition..??"

Donnie: "Morning, Leo! I am feeling muuuchh better...now I am feeling to take a warm bath..."

Leo: "That's great! Yeah, um...bath...?? At the lake...?"

Donnie: "No, at the The Dragon's Breath open air hot springs...you know, that one place which dad once told us when we were kids. Dad used to bath there-"

Leo: "Eermm, yeaaahh..,um, Donnie, the bath...I've been meaning to tell you there's already-"

Donnie: "Oh! The monkeys...?? At the hot springs...? Don't worry, Leo! It's just monkeys, its not like I am afraid of them or bathing together with monkeys. See you!" *walking away past Leo and waving his right hand

Leo: //oh greaat....jussttt great...he won't let me finish my words// *facepalm

TIME SKIP...at the Dragon's Breath open air hot springs.

Knightess April: "Oooohhh...!! This feels great! This is exactly what I needed after the tiresome sparring...maann, I am feeling so sooorrreee~" *dipping herself in the hot springs, playing with the waters "Anndd lucky mee...to come here first in the morning, feels like the hot springs belongs to me ^^"

Suddenly, she hears footsteps coming on the right side and she turns her head to the right, despite the thick hot springs steams....she found Donnie standing, freezes, sweating profusely and blushing hard and his purple Tribunal markings glowing brighter than ever.

Donnie: "WHA....😨😨😨" 404 donnie error *sweating //definitely not a monkey skinny-dipping!??//

(do not blame him, in my TMNT Fantasy AU, let's just say Tribunal Donnie here has never seen a half naked female human knight, skinny-dipping in the hot springs before...soo...uhm...yeah, I made it that way!)

April just blinks at him and feeling unbothered (eheheh hahahaha XD)

ok, I'm done here....

🌷͙֒✧BONUS Special sketches below! Enjoy!✧🌷

(Forgive me about the typo in this sketch....btw, this is maskless Tribunal Leonardo)

Maskless Tribunal Michelangelo! >< He's fun to draw!!!

💜Any support like reblogs, comments and likes are GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! Toodles, loves!💜⚔👑

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Preacher's Daughter | Southern Gothic AU

content warnings: none, apart from how SHIT this filler chapter is... ahh i'm super sorry i hate writing fillers but unfortunately i need to for this series. next one will be way more interesting tho!

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ii. RED DIRT BENEATH THE CROSS

By the morning, the wake had become a distant memory soaked into the damp earth on which the town was built on. Plates scarped clean and washed and put away. Just like that, with a silence following it so loud it rang in your ears.

But he was still there, encapsulated in your mind. Burnt into your vision.

Out back, near the edge of the cypress trees. Smoke curling from his mouth, hypnotic in a sense, emulating the movements of the devil your father had once told you stories of. The stories scared you, but he didn’t.

Your father said nothing about him – just nodded once to the man, out of politeness. You watched from the kitchen window, cross around your neck still warm and sticking to your chest from sleep.

There was red dirt on his boots. Not from your yard, though. From somewhere farther out.

The dingy motel was situated on the outskirts of the town, just past the gas station and … One long row of rooms, all painted the same sick shade of mint that constantly peeled at the corners. The neon sign out front hadn’t flickered in years, it just hummed in a low frequency, quiet and red. Like a warning.

His room was number 6.

You balanced the pie tin with both hands, its warmth bleeding into your fingers as you stepped carefully over the crackly pavement. The air hung low and was thick as ever. You were being kind, you thought. Nothing wrong with being kind. He was just interesting to you, a girl who had never been outside of her own town before.

You knocked, hands shaky and still holding the pie as you waited for an answer.

A mere half-minute later, the door clicks open, still on the latch, before it opens fully. The man from earlier stood there, sun striking down on his face, freshly clean shaven and bare. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, smoke swirling upwards just past your own face. It smelt good. Intriguing. It was silent for a moment, before you introduced yourself as the preacher’s daughter.

“From the wake yesterday?”

A small exhale came from him, “Yeah, I remember.” He spoke in a strong accent, not American.

You held the plate out to him. “Brought you some pie,” you said, voice soft like rose petals.

He looked at it, and then at you. His gaze lingered on you a little more than necessary.

“You always bring strangers dessert?” he asked, voice deep and smooth, like molasses.

You shrugged, but your throat was tight. “Just had some spare, thought you might want it?” Lie.

There’s a pause, but then, he takes the plate from you, fingers brushing against yours.

“Thanks.”

Before he managed to step back inside, you spoke.

“Oh! I never got your name.”

A few seconds went. Slowly. Too slowly.

Just before you turned to leave and call it quits, he answered lowly.

“Simon.”

You held a brief gaze with him for a second, before nodding slightly and backing away from the door as he closed it.

You didn’t see him again that night.

The following morning, you were in town picking up a few pieces for the kitchen when the voices started, not aimed at you but leaking from the corner booth of an open diner. The women always seemed to be sitting there, fanning themselves with cheap fabric fans and picking at their food just as picked apart the town’s business.

“Just showed up at the wake without saying who he was!”

“Military, I bet. He has that stiff way about him. Not too harsh on the eyes, if I’m honest.”

“Just passing through, maybe?”

You lingered by the cash register, pretending to read a lottery sign that was pinned to the counter. Your stomach twisted around something you hadn’t eaten. It was unsettling.

Simon wasn’t from here, that much was clear. But military? That was something else. A silent man like him must have something about him he doesn’t want to let on. It scared you, a bit, but it was also a point of interest. Why this town out of all the places in America?

You struggled to come up with any reason why a man like him would be here. He sure didn’t look religious. It ate away at you all night, took up your mind all day and then invaded your unconscious state. Something had changed since he arrived, and you weren’t sure what, but the air felt somewhat different.

Strange.

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Consider Me Gone-Part 6

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead/Gerstead x Reader

With the help of your guys you start to find your way back to yourself and they promise to make sure you never lose yourself again

Warnings: Talk of suicidal thoughts/actions, talks of a past OD, talks of depression

You woke up slowly, your stomach rolling. Memories of the night before hit you when consciousness finally won out over the sleep that wanted to cling to your mind. Every time you’d wake up Mouse and Jay were there, neither of them tried to touch you, they just let you know they were there, reassuring you that you were safe, your dreams were just memories, flashbacks or cruel nightmares.

Your entire body ached from night after night of tensing your muscles. You needed a hot bath but after what happened the night before you were honestly worried about locking yourself in the bathroom that long. After a few minutes laying there with your eyes closed you knew you needed to sit up, they knew you were awake anyways, just like you’d known they were awake. 

The three of you knew each other inside and out. You opened your eyes and was turned facing Mouse who smiled softly when he saw your eyes were on him. “Good Morning sweetheart” you managed a small but genuine smile in return “Morning” you grimaced slightly at how your voice sounded. You turned onto your back and scooted up the bed until you hit the headboard and was sitting between the two of them, a pillow’s worth of space between your hips and each of theirs.

“Morning Jay” you whispered to keep from stressing your voice first thing. He smiled “Morning Princess” you leaned your head back and closed your eyes again “Did you two sleep any?” “A little” Mouse replied and you opened your eyes, rolling your head to look at him “Greg, don’t lie to me” a small grin worked its way onto his face “Ok, no we didn’t sleep. We wanted to make sure we were here for you”

You shook your head and sighed “Christ, we’re all fucking hopeless aren’t we” “Don’t say that baby” Jay pleaded and you turned your head to look at him, your heart breaking at seeing how hurt he looked. “Can we talk about last night?” you asked, not looking at either of them but knowing that the subject needed to be tackled but the three of you got out of that bed and started your day. 

At least it was a Saturday and short of a case rolling into intelligence they were off and could possibly get some sleep. “You told Ethan you wanted the pain to go away..that you couldn’t deal with it anymore” Jay whispered. “That’s what you said when you called us that night..” Mouse added and you heard his voice break at the end. You nodded, eyes glued to the closed bedroom door “I do want the pain to go away, I hate feeling broken..I hate constantly seeing the faces of everyone I failed…the families of those men and women…you two saw absolute hell on that field I would never say anything different but Jay? What did you say scared you worse than firefights?”

“Facing the families of the men who didn’t make it home” he answered so you turned your head to face him, tears slowly working their way out of your eyes and down your face “I sought them out Jay. When we got home, I sought them out” “What?” he asked and you nodded “Before everything, before Nevada or Tennessee or Greg’s OD…when we got stateside and you two went your own way I got my car from Katie’s and hit the road”

“You’ve never told us that sweetheart” Mouse spoke and you shrugged, turning to look at him “When was I supposed to saddle you two with that? Between Jay’s doctor’s appointments to ensure his eye socket  healed correctly or oh when he was in the academy or how about when you were in rehab? That would’ve been a great time”

“Can we talk about it now?” Jay asked and you shrugged “Does it matter?” “Yes” they both answered in unison. You looked from one to the other as they shared a look then Mouse explained  “It took our fireball and nearly broke her..it put you on a cliffside, half frozen when Katie found you..it’s nearly taken you from us again..baby please give it to us..whatever weight you’re carrying let us help”  “Loving you has come as easy as breathing to us. You have saved us so many times. This once please let us fight for you” Jay pleaded.

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A sob fell from your throat and they both moved towards you but stopped at the last moment “Can we hold you?” Mouse asked and Jay added “Please?” you nodded and both of their arms were wrapped around you instantly, cradling you between their chests. “Talk to us love” Mouse pleaded. “I know we should’ve been saying that this whole time but please forgive us, we will be the men you deserve” Jay added and you curled into them further before saying “The ones with the kids were the worst..seeing so many and some were too young to quite understand so if they saw any of my uniform or my dog tags they thought I was bringing their daddy home..”

“I can tell you the name of every person whose family I met, where they live. What they said to me and just how bad it haunts my fucking dreams..sons,

daughters,husbands,wives,boyfriends,girlfriends..so many people I couldn’t fucking save..so many lives lost because I wasn’t fast enough or smart enough or just enough”  They moved closer to each other so you could burrow further into them. “Tell us..get it out..please” Jay pleaded, one hand rubbing circles across your back as he spoke.

“Mark Jacobs, Atlanta Georgia. He was twenty. Was raised by a single dad, Andrew. He asked me how the hell a five foot something woman made it home when his son who was six foot two and two hundred something pounds didn’t…” you felt their arms tighten at times as you spoke and knew some of the less kind stories didn’t set right with them.

“Sarah Lyle, Richmond Virginia. Thirty one. Her husband shook my hand and thanked me for my service. I heard two days later he shot himself and was found holding their wedding photo and the letter I bought him”   

You laid there against their chests and told them one by one every family you visited when you got home,every word they told you. “The one that absolutely gutted me was Johnathan Kellan. He had a newborn that was born the day he was due to be home. I should’ve been able to save him..I fucking tried so damn hard..his wife Layla..she should’ve hated me…but you know what she did?”

You cut your eyes up to look at them and they both shook their heads “What baby?” Mouse asked and another sob fell from your throat “She hugged me and thanked me for her son’s father not dying alone. She told me one look in my eyes told her that I had done everything in my power to bring her Johnny home and that she was forever grateful to me for that…I had to sleep in my car that night because I couldn’t even make it to a hotel..I couldn’t see to drive through the tears”

“Why didn’t you call us?” Jay asked and you smiled slightly “I didn’t have to..Greg called me about you..said he knew my temper matched yours..that a hot head needed a hot head to talk him down..I came to you Jay” he wiped the tears that had fallen from his own eyes while you spoke “That was then?” you nodded “Then I took you home to Chicago and to Greg” you cut your eyes at Mouse who wiped the tears off his face and smiled slightly “Why didn’t you stay then sweetheart?” 

You shrugged “I wasn’t ready..you two already loved me..you looked at me like I was a fucking savior or something..I couldn’t stand it..couldn’t risk letting you love me” Jay gently brushed his thumb along your chin “Tell us what happened next..please..you’ve never gotten it out”

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You swallowed hard “I went to stay with Katie..she tried so hard to help me but she didn’t know how. It was just so quiet there and you two weren’t there…no one I knew was besides Katie and I didn’t want to leave her place, the town was so small everyone knew everyone… the and I quote lady soldier got stared at every time I went to get a fucking dr pepper…so I started buying liquor instead..give em something to look at..that night..I just stood there on that cliff side looking down and thinking I could end everything…no more pain…no more hurt…I wouldn’t be broken any more” 

You turned into Mouse’s chest and felt Jay tuck you back against his chest, his chin touching where your scars were even through your shirt. You took a deep breath before saying “I knew I couldn’t do it without hearing your voices one more time but when I actually talked to you it broke me out of that headspace because my only thought then was that I wouldn’t be ending the pain I would just be transferring it from me to the two of you and how could I call myself a healer or someone who loved you two and do that? I hung up with you  and called Katie to come to me because by then I couldn’t walk on my own from the cold. She took me to the hospital”

You heard them both sniffling and knew they were crying too. You’d never told them everything. This was a new level of openness even for you.  “I love you two with everything I have. When I say that I mean it. You got me off my knees and made me fight without even being there” you whispered and felt Jay press a kiss to your shoulder before Mouse pressed a kiss to the top of your head “Just returning the favor for all the times you’ve saved us”

“I’m not ready to go back to how we were. I’m staying in here, I’m keeping my stuff in my duffle but the door will stay unlocked” you promised and they both nodded “Thank you” Mouse said and Jay added “So much”

You looked from one to the other and smiled slightly “I need a bath. I’m not gonna lock the door because I trust you to give me privacy but in case you get worried you can crack it and talk to me, ok?” they both nodded “Ok” 

They untangled their arms from around you and stood up out of the bed. You watched them walk out of the room and before they made it out of the door you said “I love you, both of you” and saw their shoulders loosen before they both looked over their shoulders and smiled “We love you too” “Always”

You were almost through with your bath when one of the guys knocked at the door. “Yeah?” you called out and Mouse popped his head in, holding one hand over his eyes and a towel with the other “I um got this out the dryer so it's nice and warm for you” you laughed lightly at the fact that he wasn’t looking for your privacy sake despite that he probably knew your body better than you “Thank you Greg” you told him and he smiled big enough his dimples shone “You’re welcome love” then stepped out. 

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You were getting dried off when there was another knock at the door. “Yeah?” you called out and this time Jay popped his head in with one hand over his eyes “Do you want lunch?” you laughed lightly again “Sure, I have to meet Ethan at two” he nodded “Ok, delivery or go out?” “Delivery would be good” you replied and he stepped out.

You finished drying off and got dressed before walking out of the bathroom. You could hear Jay and Mouse in the living room so you headed that way. Jay was in the recliner he loved and Mouse was on the couch “Don’t you two need some sleep?” Jay shrugged “We’ll take a nap when you go meet Ethan” you shook your head “My soldiers” Mouse grinned “You always said don’t stand between a medic and her soldiers, it goes both ways”

You sat down on the other end of the couch and nodded to the remote “Turn something on, its too quiet”

Jay and Mouse knew that you hadn’t fallen apart overnight and you weren’t going to get back out of that hole overnight. The thing was? They were now holding their hands down to give you a way up.

They started doing everything they should’ve always been doing. Either of them get time during the day? They’re stopping by med with your favorite snacks and drinks because god knows you weren’t gonna slow down during the day. They enlisted Will to have on speed dial to know what kind of day you’d had so they know what you needed from them at home, hell they’d even begged Erin to find out if you needed or wanted anything you hadn’t told them. When they’d gone to her she’d smiled and called them both “Good boys” but they’d gladly taken it because she agreed to help them.

A month passed and you were making small steps in your recovery. The nightmares were slowing slightly. Your appetite was beginning to return. You woke up most mornings to your scrubs laid out, a towel laid out, coffee made and breakfast waiting. You told them you didn’t need to be waited on hand on foot but they didn’t seem to care. Hell you hadn’t even pumped your own gas in the last three weeks. One of them would take your car to the station once a week and fill it up just so you wouldn’t have to.

The first time you texted them during the day Erin had sent you a picture of them both grinning at their phones with the caption Ok they’re idiots but they’re kinda adorable over you babe

That night you’d hung your dog tags back up with theirs and hadn’t said anything to see how long it’d take them to notice. They both walked out of the room and hugged you first thing since you told them hugs were fine but you weren’t ready for anything else yet.

At three months you had a bad nightmare. It was the one where you didn’t get them out of the humvee. They both used a sick day to be able to go to a meeting with you then spent the day with you. They were doing everything they could and then some. You didn’t need a big show, you just needed little signs that they loved you. Communication was always big for you and now you three talked about everything. Whether it was bitching about work or talking about bad memories you wanted the three of you to share the good, bad and ugly and you were now.

When you put your clothes back in your dresser they both asked you if you were sure and when you told them you were they’d practically melted, hugging you and thanking you. They did that alot. They not only told you they loved you, they thanked you for loving them, like it was something that hadn’t come so damn natural to you.

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At about Five and a half months Will called Jay one day while he and Mouse were at work. At first both men had panicked,worrying something was wrong with you but it was Ethan wanting to talk to them “Is she relapsing?” Mouse asked once they were in the privacy of the tech room and Ethan laughed lightly “No, she’s doing great. I know Will’s told you two but I wanted to repeat that she’s smiling again, her light’s slowly coming back. She needed help carrying that weight and as her friend I’m damn glad she has two of you to help her. Good job soldiers” they both practically fucking preened at that. No other compliment came as big as that they were being good to you.

 Six months had passed since everything and you had initially intended to ask Jay and Mouse an important question but you were too exhausted to mentally put that effort forth when you got off. When you put your key in the lock and it turned you were worried at first until you pushed the door open and Mouse was sitting on the couch. You looked at him then leaned back out looking for the truck “Where’s Jay?”

“Unit was finishing up some stuff so I got a ride home with Platt so I’d be here when you got home” he replied with a smile. You felt your entire body sag as you dropped all of your stuff on the floor and kicked your shoes off before walking over to the couch and crawling up to put your head in his lap. 

You heard him take a deep breath before he gently took your clip out and started playing with your hair before asking “Do you wanna talk or just lay here sweetheart?” you started telling him about your day and he’d ask questions every now and then, just what you needed. When you were finally done venting he smiled down at you “Do you need anything?” you shook your head “Just you, well and Jay whenever he gets his ass home” he laughed lightly “He just texted he should be home soon” you smiled “Good then just hold me please” “For as long as you want me to” he replied with a soft smile.

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You’d nearly dozed off when the sound of the door opening stirred you. Jay walked in carrying out take out bags and flowers. You sat up and he held the flowers out “I got these for you princess..they um reminded me of you” 

You looked from him to Mouse, seeing them share a smile as you took the flowers “Thank you Jay” you looked over the bouquet and laughed lightly when you realized why they reminded him of you. They were shades of red and orange roses. The bouquet looked like a fireball of flowers. You stood up and pulled him down into a hug “I love you” he ducked his head down into the bend of your neck “I love you too”

When he pulled back from the hug you looked up at him and smiled before pulling him down closer to brush your lips against his in a gentle kiss. When you pulled away the smile on his face was nothing short of gorgeous. “Can we eat now?” you asked and he nodded “Whatever you want baby”

You turned to offer Mouse a hand up and when he stood up you pulled him down to you and smiled right before catching his lips in a soft kiss. You pulled away and caught a flash of dimples as he said “I love you so much”

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Mouse sat on the counter, long legs dangling as he watched you grin at Jay as you asked him to dance with you. “Princess, really?” Jay groaned playfully so he raised his hand “Sweetheart I’ll dance with you if the grump doesn’t want to” and that earned him a glare from Jay “You got to cuddle with her for like an hour or better back off” 

He pulled you into his arms and started swaying to the music as you smiled “Can I have my ring back?” Jay nearly stumbled over his own feet “What?” you stopped moving and looked from one to the other “If that’s ok?” Mouse hopped off the counter and ran to the master bedroom before you ever got through talking. He came sliding back it and grinned at Jay who grabbed your left hand “Thought you’d never ask”

They both kneeled in front of you and you couldn’t help but laugh as they both worked together to slip your ring onto your finger. When they stood up they pulled you into their arms, your head against Mouse’s chest and your back against Jay’s. You leaned your head back to look up at Jay and he smiled as you felt Mouse kiss over your pulse point “I love you two” “We love you” Jay said and Mouse added “And your fight is forever our fight”

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[the-barn-rat]

Do you have any thoughts on the Kentucky Derby contenders to share with us

oh boy do i

ok it's time to brush off my horse racing literacy. everybody bear with me

so the two most interesting angles on the field this year as far as i see it are 1. track condition and 2. pace analysis, because the odd character of this race is going to come from the fact that the 1. the track is likely to be slop and 2. with Rodriguez scratched, we have no idea who is going to press Citizen Bull for the lead

tl;dr Journalism really is that good

nerding out below the cut

so TRACK CONDITION. it's cool and raining in louisville and it is likely to continue raining right up to and past post time (6:57pm). yesterday's Kentucky Oaks was run on a sloppy track (after beautiful conditions earlier in the day contributed to Fierceness taking half a fuckin second off the 8.5 furlong track record in the Alysheba), and the Derby looks to be just as wet.

of the 19 horses expected in the starting gate this evening, only six have ever run on an off track: Neoequos (post 2, morning line 30-1), American Promise (5, 30-1), Admire Daytona (6, 30-1), Luxor Cafe (7, 15-1), Publisher (13, 30-1), and Coal Battle (16, 30-1).

Of those, Neoequos, American Promise, Luxor Cafe, and Coal Battle have won at least once on off tracks; however, Luxor Cafe's three wins on tracks rated anything but fast all came on tracks rated "good." This afternoon's Derby is not likely to be on a track rated "good." That baby's gonna be sealed all day and sloppy by post time.

Coal Battle is an interesting horse here because he's won both his off starts, once rated sloppy, once rated muddy (the difference being that a sloppy track has more water in it and tends to run faster, while a muddy track has begun to dry out and has more of a sticky, tiring quality to it. Churchill Downs will seal its track and prevent drainage to maintain a sloppy track rather than allow the Kentucky Derby to be run in sucking mud). HOWEVER, Coal Battle's two off track wins came before he made his significant class step up onto the Oakland derby trail. He may have simply smoked his opponents at [checks notes] Evangeline and Delta Downs because he was a big fish in a small pond, and track condition had nothing to do with it.

It's also worth noting that although Publisher hasn't won on slop, he also hasn't won on anything. If you like America's classiest maiden, the off track won't be a reason to dislike him. He's got a third and a second on mud, once at Churchill and once at Oaklawn.

Neoequos has a win (in an allowance race) and a SNAFU (dumped his rider in his debut) on sloppy tracks. American Promise broke his maiden on a muddy track, but his other off track start was an 8th place finish on a sloppy track. And Admire Daytona lost both his off track starts, though that does include a second place finish to Luxor Cafe, the superior Japanese entry. lmao

Obviously none of this is to say that only horses that have already seen mud before the Kentucky Derby can win the Kentucky Derby on mud. But the mud will be a factor, and we don't know how it will affect most of the field. Big favorite Journalism, for example, has every right to love an off track, given what his sire Curlin did on mud. Burnham Square's pedigree actually rates slightly higher for off tracks than for fast tracks, as does Tiztastic's. Other big horses like Sandman and Sovereignty also have the breeding to handle mud just fine. But breeding is theoretical; we won't know how these individual horses will handle the track until they run on it.

SECOND THING. PACE ANALYSIS

WHO THE FUCK IS GONNA GO WITH CITIZEN BULL

Everybody knows Citizen Bull is going for the lead. He essentially has no choice, coming out of the 1st post position, because if he doesn't gun it, he will get swallowed by 18 other horses collapsing onto the rail and jockeying (heh) for position. And he's a gate to wire speed horse anyway; he has never won from anywhere but the lead. Is a mile and a quarter too long for him? Probably. Could he be dangerous if left loose on the lead anyway? You bet your ass. And everybody else in the race knows it.

So, someone has to press this horse's pace to tire him out. Someone has to challenge him. It would have been Rodriguez, but Rodriguez has been scratched. So who's it gonna be? The other horses with good early speed and their post positions are:

(2) Neoequos (5) American Promise (7) Journalism (12) East Avenue (20) Owen Almighty (21) Baeza

Journalism won't go for the lead. Of the rest, the speediest are Neoequos, Owen Almighty, and Baeza. Because of their superior strategic positions in the middle of the gate and the fact that the others are simply faster early runners, I think American Promise and East Avenue are most likely to try to take back and tuck in behind the pacesetters. That leaves Neoequos, right beside Citizen Bull in the 2, and Owen Almighty and Baeza on the far outside (their blankets will say 20 and 21, but they will be breaking from the 18th and 19th gates).

If Neoequos breaks fast and guns it, then he and Citizen Bull are liable to hook up and take off, and they may well clear the rest of the field and make Owen Almighty and Baeza's jocks' decisions for them. However, Owen Almighty and Baeza will still need to use their early speed to get ahead of the bulk of the field before the first turn, or they will be forced to run extremely wide. Just as Citizen Bull must use his speed from the 1st post to avoid being swallowed by the field, Owen Almighty and Baeza must use theirs to avoid running a significantly longer race than anybody else.

The most likely scenario, to me? Citizen Bull on the lead with Neoequos and Owen Almighty pressing; American Promise, East Avenue, and Baeza filling out the first flight, with Journalism in waiting behind them.

Of course, it's the Kentucky Derby, so something fucky is going to happen to prevent exactly that from playing out. Maybe Citizen Bull trips out of the gate and doesn't make the pace. Maybe Brian Lynch tells Javier Castellano to get Owen Almighty onto the lead, and he and Citizen Bull cook each other.

I have no idea how fast the pace is going to be this year. Could be everybody lets Citizen Bull get away with murder, and somebody like Baeza snipes him on the turn and puts enough distance on the rest of the field that he can't be caught. Could be two or more of the above have instructions to stay with him, and we get a 22 and change opener that sets up perfectly for the big gun closers like Sovereignty and Sandman. Who knows?? Not anybody. That's why the race is run.

EMOTIONALLY, I really like Journalism, because my boy Curlin deserves a Derby winner in his own right and not just through his son Good Magic (sire of sires curlin yayyyyy). I also like Luxor Cafe, because I enjoy when Japanese horses run stateside, and this one looks like he could be extraordinary (I mean, Admire Daytona got out of his shadow for one second and won the UAE Derby). I also like Coal Battle because the small time blue collar Lonnie Briley never trained a big horse like this story got me good.

RATIONALLY, I still really like Journalism, because I have eyes and a mostly functional brain. That horse won the Santa Anita Derby after getting put in a very deliberate box on the rail and checking hard--twice. After all that trouble, it would have been extremely understandable for his speed figures to have backed off a bit from his San Felipe career high, but no. They got better. shrug emoji whatever i really do think he's that good. Shoutout Sandman and Sovereignty hope you guys can get through the crush I would love for class to hold true in this Derby.

Also I hope the track vet scratches Render Judgment.

[catnipaddictt]

Tin can

roommate!anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis: Your normally grumpy roommate feels bad about drinking your last canned beverage and makes it up to you

wc: 1.8k

tw: none, just fluff

Homework. Your least favourite thing about college. The sheets of paper littered your bed as you poured over your work. The sun was far gone and you had officially run out of caffeinated drinks. You took this as a sign to go collect more refreshments before continuing your studies. 

Pushing your selection of pens and pencils to the side you hop off your bed and make it over to the door of your room. Posters half fall off of the aged wooden panels, matching the walls of the rest of your room. Opening the door you are greeted by the sight of your normally grumpy roommate, Anakin. He was majoring in something like engineering, you couldn't really remember. 

He doesn't even acknowledge your presence, either focusing on what he is typing or straight up ignoring you. You wouldn't be surprised if it was the second option. You had been living together for 6 months and he still hadn't warmed up. You had tried to befriend him but he wasn't interested, opting to shut himself in his room and play his music way too loud. The walls were thin and you heard everything. ‘Maybe he was just bad at talking to new people’ is what you told yourself, but it had been half a year by this point.

You make your way over to the tiny kitchen, bee-lining over to the fridge that couldn't keep cold for too long. Upon opening it, you are greeted with well, nothing. Great. You knew that you had stocked up before your upcoming exam only days ago. You should have had enough to last you at least a week. There was only one answer; Anakin. He must have taken some of them for himself. 

Turning on your heel, you face him with a look of disapproval on your face. He doesn't notice you or doesn't care enough to stop what he is doing. You cough loudly which gets his attention finally. “Yes?” He monotones.

“Did you have the last of my drinks?” You try to keep your composure but the stress of your upcoming exams makes your voice crack. You know it's silly to get emotional over energy drinks but it is all too much. You turn on your heel so he doesn't see and return to your room, slamming the door. Way to make an exit.

You stand in the middle of your room trying to gather yourself but you end up just crawling into bed, under your stationary and half done papers. Maybe sleep will fix it. It was late after all and you haven't gotten more than a few hours of shut-eye in the past few days. Closing your eyes you fall asleep almost instantly. Dreamless slumber takes you into its grasp.

Waking up in the morning never felt so hard until now. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes you turn to the side, making the remaining pens tumble to the ground. You almost shoot out of bed after your eyes find your alarm clock. 11am. Oh no. You are late, really late. And you have a test in 40 minutes. One you were supposed to study for as you didn't understand the content as well. Scrambling out of bed you notice you are still fully dressed, you must have forgotten to take off your clothes when you fell into bed. Grabbing the door and swinging it open at full force you notice a piece of paper on the tiny coffee table. 

The handwriting is scrawny but you can still understand what it reads; ‘said you were sick, don't go to class. Check emails’. You do as it says and sure enough you have received an email about rescheduling your test from today. You silently thank whatever force is behind this. You notice there is more writing at the bottom of the page in smaller print; ‘check fridge - A.S.’ 

You walk over to the fridge, paper still in hand. Opening the door you are met with a sight made in collage student heaven. 12 e energy drinks sit there waiting for you. He had even gone as far to select different flavours, all of which were your favorites. He must be more observant than you realised. 

You spent the rest of the day in the deserted dorm finishing your homework and getting started on a project that wasn't due for a while. You knew classes were out when you heard the tell-tail sound of cars and feet in the hallway. Friday nights signalled parties for many students, giving them a break from the stress of lectures and too much work. Normally your nights were spent protecting your peace and watching reruns of sitcoms on your laptop.

You hear the click of a lock from the front door before the shuffling of feet towards his room. A knock on your bedroom door brings you out of your trace, and you let out a “come in!” Anakin's head peeks around the door, “sorry for having the last of your cans” he breathes out. “Don’t worry, I was just stressed and overreacting. But thank you. I appreciate the gesture as well as you bailing me out of class today.” This was probably the longest you had ever spoken to him and he was surprisingly pleasant. Maybe there was a nice guy under his normally cold personality. And to think all it took was some caffeine. 

“What are you watching?” He questions, now fully opening the door. “Um, just some bad sitcom. It's nothing really.” You are confused at his sudden niceness. “Can I watch with you?” He questions what has happened to the Anakin you knew 24 hours ago. He must have caught onto your questions as he speaks; “look, I realised that I haven't been the best roommate and I kinda shut down all your attempts to be friends. And I was thinking maybe we could start over?” he directs his eyesight away from you. “oh sure, yeah, I would like that” you reply and nod to the space next to you on the bed. He steps into your room for probably the first time and you can see him take in the posters and assorted belongings everywhere. Making his way to your bed, he plonks down beside you and you resume play. 

It had been two months since the energy drink incident and it was safe to say you and Anakin were now friends. It made your life a lot easier now that you and your roommate got along. Every Friday night you would alternate picking a film to watch in either of your rooms and you begin to look forward to these small moments with him. You even caught yourself counting down the minutes until he arrived after his classes, which finished later than yours did. It was silly how you had begun to develop what could only be described as a crush on the mechanical engineering major (you had finally picked up what he was studying). 

Pushing open the door to your room, you make your way to the kitchenette. You are about to grab out a frozen pizza to cook for dinner when the front door unlocks and Anakin comes in holding a bag. He shuts the door with his back, kicking off his shoes in the process. “Nope, not tonight” you look at him questionably. “Tonight we dine Like royalty” setting the bag down he pulls out a selection of ingredients. 

20 minutes later Anakin is telling you to sit down before producing 2 plates of actual, non-frozen food. Who knew the guy could also cook. He passes one of the plates to you before he sits down to your side. “I didn't know you could cool” you state, “I don't really either, I had to follow a recipe” he replies, “but it smells good”. You both dig into the warm food, a change to your unpredictable diet of late. 

After a few long minutes of silent eating Anakin looks up at you “not bad if I do say so myself.” You laugh “this is really good, you should cook more often.” “Maybe” he replies before finishing off his food. You also finish your plate and you both stand up to wash the few dishes created. After a lot of stumbling around the tiny kitchen to put the plates back in their original place, you both collapse onto the old couch. 

“That was nice,” he says, turning his head to face you. “Yeah” you agree. The almost set sun makes the room dim and you really should go finish your studying. You nod towards your room and get up, “well the papers call me again” you joke and he rolls his eyes. You almost make it to your door before he calls your name and throws you a can of your favorite drink, which you almost drop. You save your hand in thanks before heading inside.  Something about the drink in your hand feels off, it's lighter than usual. 

Settling down on your bed you take the can in your hands and open it. There is no drink inside. On closer inspection you notice that the bottom has been cut out of it and put back. As well as this there is a roll of paper in it. Fishing it out with your fingers, you unfold it. ‘kitchen counter’ is all it reads. You get up again and open the door, seeing another can on the counter. Anakin isn't here either, spiking your confusion. You pick it up seeing that it is empty as well, apart from another piece of paper. ‘come to the roof’ it reads. 

Curiosity peaking, you throw on a sweater and your shoes before heading out to the roof. After climbing the multiple flights of stairs you reach the door to the roof. You push it open with your side and step out on concrete. The sun is casting its last light over the tops of the buildings, silhouetting Anakin as he stands. 

You step towards him and he smiles at you before he speaks. “hi” you reply with another “hi.” he reaches up behind his head nervously, a side to Anakin you hadn't seen before. He seems to think for a moment before speaking, “I know this is stupid, but I think I like you and I'm not sure what to do.” You stand there stunned at his confession, before he corrects himself, “I know I like you, more than I should. And I know I shouldn't because I was an asshole to you for 6 months.” 

You don't know what to say. He likes you. The guy you like is standing here saying he likes you. You make up your mind before stepping closer to him. “I like you too, Anakin.” He looks surprised, clearly expecting a completely different reaction. You reach him and take his hand in yours, “like I really like you” you laugh nervously. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod in reply. He leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips before you wrap your hands around his neck. ‘It really is something out of the movies,’ you think to yourself and smile. He places his forehead against yours and you and Anakin both burst out laughing. “Thank God for your caffeine addiction.”

I wrote this at an ungodly hour and i'm not sure it makes sense, no beta reader - we die like real men

[solarmorrigan]

Hands Where I Can See Them, Part 12 (End!)

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Ao3

[Warning for brief references to sex; nothing explicit happens]

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For the first time in a long time, Steve wakes slowly.

His alarm isn’t blaring at him and neither is his brain; it’s quiet, and the room is filled with morning sun, and Steve is warm, and comfortable, and still a little muzzy with the heavy sort of sleep that usually only comes to him when he’s physically exhausted or feeling safe (usually the former).

He blinks at the blurry mess of color that is his wallpaper and tries to remember what day it is, tries to will himself to get up, because he’s sure there’s something he’s supposed to be doing, but it’s hard. He’s so comfortable. He turns his face further into his pillow, pressing in where it’s warm and firm and– breathing.

Steve sits up.

Beside him, Eddie is still asleep, lying sprawled across the mattress with one arm flung half over the side and the other stretched out where it had been curled around Steve’s back before Steve pulled away. There’s a red mark on his chest where Steve’s head had been resting, and he’s sure there’s a corresponding splotch of red on his cheek.

As the sleepy fog finally lifts from his brain, the previous night filters back in, and Steve can’t help the smile that follows. He shifts a little just to feel the pleasurable ache in his muscles, to feel the warmth of the cocoon of sheets around them, to feel the way the mattress dips beneath the weight of a second body, and sighs contentedly.

He’s just considering lying back down when Eddie groans, a drowsy frown pulling at his face.

“Where’d you go?” he asks, eyes still closed (at least, Steve’s sure that’s what he means to ask; it comes out a little more like “Whrd y’go?”, and he’s pleased that his ability to decipher Eddie’s half-awake mumbling hasn’t suffered in its absence of use).

“I didn’t go anywhere, I’m right here,” Steve says, laying his palm over Eddie’s chest and running his thumb along the ridge of his collarbone.

Eddie hums, bringing his hand up from over the edge of the bed to place it over Steve’s. “‘s too early to be awake,” he mutters, a little more coherent this time. “Come back.”

“It’s not even that early. It’s…” Steve ducks and squints a little to bring his alarm clock into focus, everything still a little blurry without his contact lenses in. “Holy shit, it’s past ten.”

“See? Early.” Eddie reaches up with his free hand to pat around for a hold on Steve’s arm so he can tug at him. “Lay back down.”

“I never sleep this late, what the hell,” Steve mutters, and Eddie finally opens his eyes, giving Steve a grin that’s equal parts sleepy and self-satisfied.

“Wore you out, didn’t I?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah, I’m exhausted,” Steve deadpans, before proceeding to flop back down onto Eddie’s chest, smirking at the little ‘oof’ he earns. “I don’t know if I can even move. Hope you don’t have to pee anytime soon.”

Eddie shrugs. “Eh, if I do, it’s your bed, not mine.”

“Ew. Dude.” Steve props himself back up on his elbow in order to wrinkle his nose at Eddie.

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Eddie says with a smirk, and – shit, Steve’s really missed this.

Eddie is one of the only people in the world Steve feels like he can completely be himself around. He’s second only to Robin (everyone will always be second to Robin, that’s just a given), and that’s what had devastated Steve most when he’d heard what Eddie had to say about their relationship. He thought he’d let Eddie see all of him, and Eddie hadn’t seen anything worth wanting.

Worth loving.

But that, apparently, hadn’t quite been the case.

“Hey,” Eddie calls Steve’s attention back, picking his hand up off his chest to press a kiss to the back of it. “Where’d you go?”

No, that hadn’t been the case at all.

Steve shakes his head. “Nowhere,” he promises. “I’m right here.”

He leans down for a kiss, and Eddie pulls their combined hands aside to meet it, bringing his free hand up to curl into Steve’s hair, cradling the back of his head.

It isn’t as though all the hurt has healed – all of Steve’s doubts and insecurities haven’t magically disappeared. As much as Steve might wish, it isn’t as though the last several weeks never happened. They can’t change any of that now, but Eddie’s honesty, his openness– openness from them both will take them a long way forward.

The idea still sits as a bit new to Steve: honesty. He’s used to people saying one thing and doing another. He’s used to being expected to decipher convoluted social cues and having to intuit unspoken messages. He’s used to not being allowed to ask for what he wants and just accepting whatever he’s given.

This, he thinks, will be better.

The kiss doesn’t end so much as it slides into another, and another, until Eddie and Steve have rolled to their sides, legs tangled together beneath the blankets, mouths sliding against one another, lazy and unhurried. There’s a hint of heat beneath their movements, something that could spark into more if they let it, but Steve is content with just this for now. There will always be time for more later.

Eddie hums deep in his chest when the kisses trail to an end, voice still warm and sleep-rough, and Steve rests his forehead against Eddie’s, unwilling to go too far away just yet.

“Good morning,” Steve says when Eddie opens his eyes again, and he can feel the puff of Eddie’s sigh against his lips.

“Don’t say that,” Eddie whines. “If you say that, we have to get up.”

Steve gives a little laugh. “We can’t stay in bed all day, Eddie.”

“Sure we can,” Eddie drawls, pushing at Steve’s shoulder until he takes the hint and rolls onto his back, only to have Eddie lay down on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. “In fact, I think that’s a great idea.”

“Do you seriously have no other plans for the day?” Steve asks, as if he has any pressing engagements himself.

Eddie presses a kiss to the base of Steve’s throat, humming thoughtfully. “Maybe one or two,” he says, trailing a few more kisses up the side of Steve’s neck.

“Besides that,” Steve huffs, though he makes no move to stop Eddie when his hand comes to rest on the waist of Steve’s pajama pants.

“What am I, an event planner?” Eddie asks, but he does pull away from Steve’s neck with a petulant (and largely exaggerated) sigh. “Fine. How about we stay in bed most of the day and then… we can go back to mine for dinner?”

Steve looks up at Eddie, brows drawing together as he thinks. “What’s at yours that we’d need for dinner?”

Eddie shrugs. “Nothing, really. It’s just been a while,” he says quietly.

And– well, it has. Eddie’s trailer used to be one of the places Steve had felt most comfortable, but he hasn’t spent more than a few minutes there in passing since he’d emptied it of his things. He misses it there – how warm and welcoming it always was, how he’d felt like he belonged there.

What if he goes back now and it’s changed? What if he feels as out of place there now as he does in his own house?

He must spend a moment too long thinking about it, because Eddie begins to backpedal.

“But if you don’t want to, we totally don’t have to, we can just–”

“No,” Steve cuts in. “Let’s go to yours for dinner.”

A slow-growing smile pulls across Eddie’s face, and Steve can tell he’s fighting the urge to duck and hide it.

“Wayne misses you, y’know,” Eddie says, and now it’s Steve who’s ducking away from eye contact.

“Misses my cooking, I bet,” he jokes, but Eddie shakes his head.

“Misses you. He does like you, Steve. He asked where you were, after– after everything,” Eddie says, and Steve isn’t sure what the hell he’s supposed to say to that, or if he even can speak around the sudden, weird choke of emotion in his throat. Eddie, as if he can sense his dilemma, saves Steve from having to respond. “He misses your cooking too, though, let’s be real. He had the audacity to tell me the other day that my mac and cheese isn’t as good as yours. It was your recipe!”

Steve laughs, and Eddie really plays up the offense.

“And you know the worst part? He was right,” Eddie laments. “It’s the same recipe, how does that even work?”

“So, what I’m hearing is that you want me to come to your house and cook you dinner,” Steve teases, smirking up at Eddie.

Eddie subsides just a little, packing away his theatrical energy in order to smile back down at Steve. “I just want you to come over. I’ll order dinner if you want. Hell, I’ll submit myself to public ridicule and try cooking for you again.” He cups Steve’s cheek in one hand and leans in to kiss him gently. “Whatever you want, Steve, I’m there.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, quiet, almost breathless with the depth of Eddie’s promise.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, his smile as ridiculous and smitten as the look on Steve’s own face must be. “I’m right here with you.”

And Steve decides he likes the sound of that. He likes it very much.

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Thank you to everyone who gently threatened me encouraged me to continue the first part of this story, it's been so fun to write and to see everyone interact with! You've all been very kind, and I hope the ending satisfies <3

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!

Summary: After a long last week, Javi takes you out to celebrate the end of the school year. Even when things don't go according to his plans, you're convinced you've never been on a better date.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected P in V sex (wrap it up, y'all), phone sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, masturbation (m and f), mentions of panic/anxiety, mentions of food/eating, subpar Spanish (my 4 years of high school Spanish don't take up a lot of space in my brain, I apologize) Javi being our consent king, Javi caring so much about you it physically hurts me

Word Count: 14.1K (I didn't realize how long this was until I finished)

A/N: YOU GUYS. When I started doing this, I just wanted to write for fun and posted thinking that no one would read this, let alone be invested in it 🥺 Y'all are so sweet, thank you so much!! This was another fun chapter to write, I'm thinking I have some good ideas about what these two are up to next!!

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Javier Peña had always been a light sleeper. Even as a kid, he would wake up to the sound of a stray footstep wandering through his home, or the wind rustling the tree outside his bedroom window. Once he got to Colombia, it was like he never slept at all. Since coming home, his dreams were plagued with the violent images of his past, causing him to thrash and toss in his sleep, waking up sweaty and breathless. But last night, he slept next to you. Your warmth and presence draped over him provided a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time he could remember since coming back, Javi actually slept. When he woke up Monday morning to the sound of his alarm, he so desperately wished to have rolled over and found you, to wrap himself around you and ground himself. To smell the warm and fruity scent of your hair, to kiss your soft skin, to take in every detail about how your body seemed to impossibly take up every corner of the bed, despite your small stature. This morning, Javi had to settle for the emptiness of his childhood bedroom, begrudgingly preparing himself for the very long 4 days ahead of him until he could see you again. 

He got out of bed, following his usual routine of brushing his teeth, shaving and showering, the emptiness of his bathroom making him wish you were there to serenade him with your cute sing-alongs as you both got ready. 

After he was dressed, he headed out into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and sit on the back porch, overlooking their acres of farmland and the impending sunrise. During Javi’s time away, Chucho had hired help at the ranch, now relieving Javi of having to get up at some God awful hour to feed animals or move cows from one pasture to another. Even in his older age, it didn’t stop his father from getting up every morning at 4:25 AM to make sure things stayed running smoothly on the ranch. Normally, he and his father’s morning schedules didn’t overlap, sometimes getting the occasional good morning in passing as they headed to their prospective jobs. This morning, Javi had to check his watch to make sure he wasn’t late for work, realizing his Dad had finished his morning chores almost a half hour early. He must have seen that Javi’s car finally made its way back to the driveway when he got up. Javi knew his dad would confront him about the weekend at some point, he just didn’t think it was going to be at 6:27 this morning. 

Chucho walked up the steps of the back porch, sitting down next to Javi on the top step. “Morning, Pops.” Javi took a sip of his coffee. 

“Glad to see you made it back. I was getting close to sending a search party out for you, Hijo.” He chuckled, seeing that Javi’s face was already starting to get red. “Seems like it must have been a good weekend then, huh?” 

“Yeah, it was uh, it was a really good weekend.” 

“Good. I’m glad, son. The way I watched you smile on Saturday… it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like that.” 

“Yeah. She makes me really happy, Pop.” He reached down for another sip of his coffee, Chucho keeping quiet, in hopes to get more out of him. “I uh, I asked her to be my girlfriend. I know it seems really fast but… I don’t know, Dad. There’s something about her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before.” 

Chucho placed his hand on Javi’s shoulder. “Sometimes Mijo, you just know.” Javi shifted his gaze from his reflection in his coffee mug to the soft smile of his father. In that moment, it was like a weight had been lifted off of Javi’s shoulders. He couldn’t quite describe what it was. Was it the fact that he could tell how happy his dad was for him? That he had found someone who liked him for who he was? That it wasn’t too late to prove he deserved the life he wanted before he left for Colombia all those years ago? 

“Thanks, Pops. She’s special.” 

“I can tell she is, Javier. I’d love to meet her sometime.” 

“She already told me she wants to come and meet the animals. Tried to buy a bag of carrots when we went grocery shopping so she could make sure the horses liked her.” They both laughed to themselves. 

“That was how I got su mamá to come to the ranch for the first time. She told me I was fine, but los animales were the only reason she really wanted to come over. It all seemed to work out okay.” Chucho patted Javier on the shoulder, before grunting as he stood up. “You going to see her again soon?” 

“Thursday. Taking her out to celebrate her last day of school.” 

Chucho smilied. “Ah, yes. No me hables hasta los niños estan libres. (Don't talk to me until the children are free). I’m happy for you, Javier. All me and your mamá ever wanted for you was that.” 

Chucho huffed as he took a step on to the deck and walked his way into the house. Javi smiled to himself, repeating his fathers words in his head. 

Sometimes, you just know. 

You knew Monday was going to suck. It was inevitable. It had been so long since you had slept in the same bed with someone, after just one night of being with Javi, you found yourself tossing and turning, craving his body in your bed. To top off your not so great night’s sleep, you realized you had forgotten to set your alarm, made no food for your lunch, and hadn’t set your coffee to brew for when you woke up. Scrambling, you started a pot and threw whatever lunch-like items you could find into your lunch box, hoping that maybe you would have the appetite for one of them later. Not having enough time to shower, you threw your hair up in a bun, found a dress (since it was easier than having to pick out a top and bottoms), grabbed your things and raced down to your car. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much you had to prep when you got in- there wasn’t planned since it was the last week of school. But, you did have to have your room packed for summer cleaning before Thursday. You were planning on doing the majority of it on Thursday afternoon since the kids had a half day in the morning, but knowing you had plans with a very handsome someone later on that night, you were trying to get as much done as possible. 

Just as you assumed, your room was in absolute chaos as your students entered, like they could feel it in their bones that summer was almost here. You couldn’t have been more thankful to have music and gym this morning, sending the kids on their way shortly after they arrived, leaving you alone again with the sweet sound of silence in your room. Well, at least for a few minutes. 

Knock, knock, knock 

You had closed your door on purpose, hoping it would give the hint that you didn’t want people to come talk to you during your planning time, but the door meant absolutely nothing to the 3 ladies peeking in through your window, frantically ushering you to come open it for them. You should have known it was going to happen. 

“Hola, mijaaaaaaa.” Estelle greeting you with a smirking smile. The other two ladies snickered behind her. 

“Hi, you guys.” You responded as they made yourself at home at the large table you had at the front of your room. 

“Sooooo, how was the rest of your weekend?” Linda asked, raising her eyebrows at you. 

“It was good.” You responded, at least trying to make them work a little harder before you shared your news with them. 

“Cut to the chase, Mija. What happened with you and Javier?! We are dying to know. I tried to call, but Chucho is too good of a man to gossip with us, so we have been left high and dry since Saturday night.” Of course Maria would have no problem not beating around the bush to get the answers they needed. 

“We spent the rest of the weekend hanging out together. He offered to run errands with me on Sunday and we watched a movie before he left to go home last night. We had a really good time.” 

“How good of a time? There’s a very large gap between you leaving on Saturday and going shopping on Sunday.” Maria was invested in you two like a weeknight telenovela. The other two ladies shot her glaring looks, knowing she was the only one bold enough to ask the question. 

“Maria! Considering we’re inside an elementary school right now, I’m keeping it PG. We had a lot of fun, that’s all I will say.” 

“Fine, fine, fine.” 

You paused for a moment, blushing before dropping the next bit of information. “He um, he asked me to be his girlfriend too.” 

You blushed as the women shrieked in delight at the news. “No puedo creerlo!” (I can’t believe it) Estelle screeched. “Digame (tell me), how did it happen?” 

You knew they were about to have a field day with your answer. “Well, um, it actually kind of happened because of Lorriane.” 

Their faces went stone cold. They began whispering to each other in frantic Spanish. 

“Esa mujer está un punta loco…” (That woman is a crazy bitch…)

“Yo se, Maria, dèjala hablar!” (I know Maria, let the girl talk!) 

“Quiero saber qué pasó, shhh!” (I want to know what happened, shhh!) 

“Well, um, we were out shopping for a birthday present for my niece. Her and her family ended up being in front of us in line when we went to check out and she realized Javi was behind her. She asked who I was and before I could answer for myself, he introduced me as his girlfriend. She’s um… something.” 

The women paused before saying anything else. 

“Javi told me about what happened with them, don’t worry.” 

“If she said anything to you, mija, don’t let it bother you. That woman is ruthless.” 

“I know, I kinda picked that up after talking to her.” You grimaced your face. “But I guess I owe her a thank you because it really speeded up the whole him asking me out thing!” The ladies smiled again, recognizing your genuine happiness when talking about Javi. 

“We are so happy for you, mija. Really, you both deserve each other.” Linda chimed in. 

“So, are you going to see him again soon?” Estelle asked, prodding for more information. 

“Not until Thursday. He’s taking me out to celebrate the last day of school, we’re going to dinner and a movie.” 

The ladies swooned. “So sweet mjia. He’s already doing more for you than mí marido (husband) has ever done for me on the last day of school. He just looks at me and tells me he’s glad I’m not grumpy anymore.” 

“Yeah, it was really sweet of him. I’m really excited for it.” 

“Congrats, sweetheart. We really are so happy for you.” 

“Don’t think you’re escaping until August to give us an update. We know Chucho, his papá, will keep us up to speed.” Maria winked as the ladies started to get up out of their seats. “Well now that we know you have a busy day coming up, we’ll let you get back to packing.”

The ladies were almost out the door when Maria popped her head back in. “You tell Javi I’ll make good on my promise to him. He breaks your heart, I will run him over with his father’s tractor.” You snorted, picturing the tiny woman rage driving a heavy piece of machinery.  

“I wouldn’t put it past you Maria.” 

She smiled as she closed the door behind her. You stared around the contents of your room before picking up another box. You better pick up your packing speed. 

You practically collapsed as you opened the door to your apartment. Today had been a LONG day. You left for work at 7:00 AM, and were now finally returning home to your apartment at 7:50 PM. Whoever decided to cram every single end of the year activity into the last week of school needed to be seriously evaluated. Yesterday was the annual teachers vs. 5th graders kickball game as a way to celebrate before they were off to middle school, and tonight was the school music concert. The thought of having to go to the Alma Pierce Carnival tomorrow made you want to cry in exhaustion. Only two more days until Thursday. 

You disregarded your usual routine of neatly putting all of your things in their rightful home before doing anything else, opting to drop everything by the door in a pile and crawl your way to take a shower. Stripping your clothes and throwing them in the hamper, you turned on the shower and cranked up the heat. Waiting for the water to warm, you looked at Javi’s toothbrush, still sitting next to yours in the cup on your sink. Now finally having a second for your brain to turn off of school mode, the sight of Javi’s toothbrush flooded you with three different feelings all at once. 

You missed him like crazy 

You couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for Thursday 

You were hornier than a middle school boy on the brink of puberty 

After going so long without sex (at most, it had been 5 times in the past 2 plus years), you had almost written it off as an afterthought. That was until Saturday, when Javier Peña causally decided to blow your mind with the best sex of your entire life, on repeat. As you stepped into the shower, you pictured where Javi stood only a few days ago, his tanned, muscular, very naked body soaping you up in your favorite body wash. You spent the rest of your shower wishing he was the one scrubbing the shampoo and conditioner into your hair, imagining his hands would eventually travel out of your hair to somewhere else. 

You wrapped yourself up in your towel after emerging out of the shower, the sight of his toothbrush once again only making the ache between your legs more and more present. God, how bad did you have it that even his freakin’ toothbrush was making you horny?! Stupid magic hands and magic dick. 

As you went into your bedroom, you shuffled through the very back of your nightstand. Patting your hand around the back right corner you found what you were looking for.  Please let this thing be charged, it hasn’t even been used in god knows how long, you hoped, pulling the small bullet vibrator out of your drawer. Holding down the power button, you were relieved to hear the low hum vibrating in your hand. You laid down on your bed, head propped up on the pillows as you brought the vibrator between your legs. Running it up and down your clit, you could feel how wet you already were, wishing Javi was the one rubbing his thumb against your sensitive nerves, his thick fingers pressing inside you as- 

Ringggggg, ringggggg, ringggggg 

The phone ringing startled you so badly, you practically flung your vibrator across the room. Breathing heavily, you wrapped yourself back up in your towel and ran to the phone. Considering you and your mom always talked on Wednesdays and your brothers didn’t call unless you called them, it left one probable answer of who it could be. You tried to compose yourself as the phone rang a few more times, beet red and sweating from embarrassment that the person probably calling you was the one you were just thinking about with a vibrator between your legs. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Osita.” The low, sweet voice made your heart sing. 

“It’s good to hear your voice again. I missed you.” 

“Missed yours too. Sorry you didn’t call yesterday, Pops needed extra help after I got home from work yesterday. Are- are you okay?” 

“Me? Yeah, why?” You obviously weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how flustered you were. 

“You just… you sound like you’re out of breath?” 

“Oh, yeah, I um, I just got out of the shower.” It wasn’t a lie.

“You’re out of breath from getting out of the shower?” The thought of you wet and naked made Javi’s cock twitch. 

“No, well, um, not exactly.” You were glad Javi couldn’t see you from the other end of the phone as you facepalmed yourself, jumbling over your words. 

“What’s goin’ on Osita?” Javi spoke with a sneaking suspicion. He didn’t want to assume what he was thinking, but given what he had done to relieve himself in his shower earlier this morning, he couldn’t help but hope you had been just as riled up as he was. 

You let out an audible sigh. Before you could try and come up with an answer, Javi spoke again. 

“Osita, it’s okay. You can tell me.” You couldn’t even see him, but even picturing his sweet, brown, puppy dog eyes was enough to make you spill your secrets in an instant. God, could this man read your mind?! 

“Well, I don’t know, it’s dumb. I- I was in the shower and I was thinking about Sunday morning.” 

“And?” You could practically hear his smirk through the phone. 

“And I was thinking about you, in there, with me. How much I wished you were there” 

Javi had to bite down on his lip from letting out an audible groan. “I wish I was there too, baby. What else were you thinking about?” 

“How much I missed your hands. How much I wished they were touching me.” 

Bingo. There it was.

Javi dipped another toe into the water, getting the green light on his suspicions. “Yeah? Wished I was touching you? Were you touching yourself, baby? Thinking about me?” 

Your face was so flushed. You were already mentally making space on your gravestone for “Magic, sexy words” under dick and hands. “Yeah, I was.” You paused for a moment, feeling completely un-confident in yourself. “Sorry, this is so embarrassing, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” 

“Baby, it’s not embarrassing, I promise. It’s fucking sexy, is what it is. I can’t stop thinking about this weekend either, Osita. Came so hard this morning thinking about you sucking my dick in the shower. Fuck, I wish it would have been you instead of my fuckin’ hand.” 

Oh shit. Were you about to do this?  

“Javi, I- fuck, I’ve never done this before, like, had phone sex.” The innocence in your voice had him hard as a rock. He knew for a fact after this weekend, you were not shy about sex. Fuck, you were the one that came on to him first. But the thought of you sitting in your bed, hand between your legs picturing him? That pushed him over the edge. 

“It’s okay, baby, we don’t have to if you-“ 

“No, I do. Fuck, I’m so horny for you.” 

“ Dirty fuckin’ girl. Take off your clothes, baby.” 

“Lucky for you, I’m fresh out the shower and already not wearing any.” Your little giggle on the other end had him palming at his jeans. He quickly got up to double check his door was locked, thanking whatever higher power was up there that his dad was still out working. 

“Go lie down on your bed for me.” Grabbing your phone, you brought it to your room, and sat propped up against your pillows. 

“O-Okay, now what?” He could tell you were still nervous, a stark contrast from the confident and bold woman he usually saw.

“Relax, baby. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. You trust me?” 

“Yeah. I do.” He knew you meant it. 

“Okay, hermosa. Tell me how you’d want me baby. Tell me what you’d want me to do to you if I was there.” The low rasp of his voice through the phone had you shuttering. 

“Fuck. I’d want you to kiss down my neck. Kiss every fucking inch of me.” The words began to spill out of you. “I’d want you to touch me. Put your fingers in me. Your hands are so big, they feel so good.” 

“Touch yourself, Osita. Feel how fucking wet you are for me.” You set the phone next to you, pressing the speaker button, freeing both your hands. Slowly, you dipped a finger inside you, diving in and out of your entrance, the other hand slowly rubbing over your clit. It felt like nothing compared to Javi’s hands, slowly adding a second finger inside you to imitate the pleasure he had given you this weekend. He could hear your soft moans through the other end of the phone, causing him to undo his belt, and slide his pants down far enough he could free his aching cock, already hard from your sounds alone. 

“It feels so good, Javi. Fuck I wish it was you inside me.” 

He spit on his hand as he began stroking himself, nestling his phone between his chin and his shoulder. His breathy groans traveled through the phone. 

“You touching yourself too?” 

“Fuck, hermosa. The thought of you touching yourself has me so fucking hard. Yeah, baby, I am.” 

“I wish I could suck your dick like I did on Sunday. You tasted so good, loved feeling you down my throat.” 

“Wish I could taste you too. Pussy tastes so fucking sweet. Fuck, I’d spend hours in between your legs making you scream my name as many times as I could.” 

That was an offer you would definitely take him up on. 

The pace of both your hands became more rapid, both of you so worked up from your conversation. 

“Fuck. Javi, I want you to fuck me so bad. Your dick feels so good.” 

“Want me to fuck you, hermosa? Want me to bend you over, fuck you over your dresser so you can watch in your mirror how fuckin’ gorgeous you are when I make you come? Watch your pretty face when I fuck you full of me?” 

Yes please. 

Javi’s words had you losing your mind, the rubbing of your clit getting faster and faster, the wet  sounds of your fingers in and out of your pussy filling the room. If you weren’t close before, the image that Javi had just planted in your head had you right on the edge.

“Javi- holy shit, fuck fuck, baby, I’m gonna-” the whimpers of your orgasm had Javi groaning, his hand wrapping tighter around his cock, imagining it was your cunt clenching down on him as you came. 

“Such a good fucking girl, Osita. Fuck baby, I’m gonna come too.” Over your panting, you heard Javi muttering your name as he climaxed, the both of you breathing heavily. 

There was silence for a few moments before you spoke. 

“Javi, holy shit.” You laughed, shocked and thrilled by what you two had just done. 

“Jesus Christ, Osita, I was just trying to call and ask about Thursday but this was a lot fucking better.” His voice still breathy, coming down from his high. 

“Well I still wanna talk about Thursday, it’s the only thing getting me through this week, although this was helpful, to say the least.” 

“Believe me, me too. Lemme just clean myself up really quick. Be right back.” 

There was a grin across your face so wide, it hurt your cheeks. You waited patiently on the other end, Javi quickly coming back. 

“You still there, Osita?”  

“Yes sir.” You replied in an obnoxious voice. 

“Weirdo.” 

“Oh shhh, you love it.” 

Fuck. There it was again. That stupid word. He knew you didn’t mean anything by it right? Did you mean anything by it? Even if you did, there’s no way in hell you’d admit that to yourself so soon. Right? You frantically responded before he could say anything. 

“Anyways, sorry for my incredibly horny tangent, what are you thinking for Thursday?” 

“All good, hermosa, well worth it. What time are you done with work on Thursday?” 

“I’ll probably be home at 4:15? The kids are only there in the morning so I just have to finish packing up my room and then I can go!” 

“Can I pick you up around 5:30? I was gonna make dinner reservations at 6:00.” 

“Do I get to ask what dinner is?” 

“You don’t do well with surprises, do you?” He chuckled. 

“How’d you guess?” 

“Just had a feeling. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you.” 

“No, I won’t ruin the surprise, that’s no fun. I was gonna let you have full reign on the movie we go see. You made a fantastic pick on Sunday, figured it would be fun for you to pick again.” 

“Do you want that to be a surprise too?” 

“Absolutely. I trust you.” He smiled, the phrase you had already used twice making his heart skip a beat. There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his voice a little more nervous than before. 

“Is it uh, okay if I bring stuff to spend the night? That way I can just go in to work from your place?” 

You bit down on your lip to try and contain your excitement. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” 

“Me too.” In the background of Javi’s phone, you could hear a faint voice in the distance yelling out to him. Holding his hand over the receiver, you heard him faintly yell “What, Pops? I’m on the phone.” Followed by a muffled, “stupid fucking horse…” 

“Hey Osita?” His voice once again full volume, trying to restrain his annoyance. “I’m really sorry, I have to go. My dad just came in and told me one of the horses got out again and it's a two man job to wrangle him back in.” 

“It’s okay, have fun horse wrangling, I hope he isn’t too much of a pain in the butt.” You giggled, imagining how grumpy Javi would look trying to fight with this horse. 

“Símon is the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met.” 

“Glad someone else gets to take the title besides me. I’ll make sure to give him extra carrots when I meet him.” 

“Won’t do you any good, bastard hates everyone. I’ll see you on Thursday, Osita.” 

“Bye Javi, see you on Thursday.” 

“Bye.” 

The line on the other end clicked, leaving you laying on your bed and smiling at your ceiling. You rolled over, now facing the dresser and mirror on the other side of your room, the image of Javi’s filthy words from earlier seeping into your brain. You would never look at your dresser the same. Thursday couldn’t come fast enough. 

Javi had never really been nervous when it came to women. Even from a young age, he was confident in himself and his abilities to flirt, pick up girls, and show them a good time. Hell, half his reputation from his time in the DEA was trying to put the moves on any halfway decent looking woman as a way to fight the tension and stress of his job. Javier Peña knew he had a way with women. What absolutely terrified him, was trying to date one. Regretfully, Javi didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count how many women he had slept with over the years. He could, however, count how many women he had dated on one hand, and only needed 2 fingers. Lorraine Doogan, and you. He’d taken women on dates- the occasional movie, dinner, drinks at the bar, but the idea of dating someone with the hope to keep them around for as long as he could? That scared the shit out of him. 

Javi had been a nervous mess all of Thursday. He called to double check your reservation time at dinner, made sure he had an outfit to change into in his car, and spent way longer than usual getting ready this morning. The thing was, Javi knew you liked him. Fuck, you were his girlfriend. But this wasn’t hanging out at your apartment like you had done this weekend, he wanted to do something special for you to show how much he really cared.

Around 12:30, he found his co-workers sitting around their desks chatting and eating lunch when Javi stopped by, taking a break from his morning of doing nothing, too distracted by tonight to focus. 

“Hey, just so you idiots know, I gotta head out early today. Carter, can you finish up that Guadalajara report and give it to Morris before you leave?” Javi came out of his office to see Agent Miller and Carter staring at him with confusion, their mouths still half full of food. Javi never once had left early in the time that he had worked there. If anything, he was there after everyone had left. Ever since last week, Carter and Miller had noticed that Javier had been in a surprisingly better mood than normal. They had seen him smile, not once but multiple times, and had even said good morning to both of them, several days in a row. 

“Uh, yeah, sure Peña. Where ya going? Gotta hot date?” Carter meant it as a joke, but Javi’s lack of witty response and embarrassment on his face left him with an open door to ask the question.

 “Holy shit, you gotta date don’t you?!” 

Javi didn’t say anything, just ran his hand over the bridge of his nose. 

“He’s gotta fuckin’ date tonight, Carter!” Miller responded, outstretching his hand to high-five Javi. “My man!” Javi glared at the hand held high towards him before Miller quickly got the hint to get it out of his face. 

Javi let out a deep breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell people about you. He really did. He was so happy you were his. He just knew that these two buffoons were about to give him ten pounds of shit when they found out you were the person he was going on a date with. “Yeah, I’m going on a fucking date, okay? Happy?” 

“Shit, no wonder you’ve been in such a good mood for the past week, Peña. Who is it? How’d you meet her?” Carter stretched back in his chair, completely invested in any information Javi was willing to share. More silence. Javi put his hands on his hips and let out another deep breath. Before he could get out any words, it was like the gears had been turning and a lightbulb had gone off in Miller’s brain, filling him with absolute glee. 

“Carter… you said Peña’s been in a good mood for what now, a week?” Miller smirked. 

“Yeah, why?” Clearly, he was not catching on. 

“How long ago did he go in to do the presentation at the elementary school?” Miller’s grin widening, hoping it wouldn’t take Carter too much longer for him to understand his question. 

“Fuck, I don’t know, like a week ago-” He paused before his face lit up, even giddier than Miller’s. “OH SHIT. IT’S THE HOT TEACHER ISN’T IT?! YOU LUCKY SON OF A BITCH.” Miller and Carter were now playfully swatting at each other in shock over the news. 

There was no point in trying to deny it. Javi figured he might as well bite the bullet on this one. 

“Yeah, it is. Again, she’s got a fuckin’ name okay?” 

“I can’t believe it. Damn, she must really like you, Peña. The other teachers practically chased us away when we went to try and talk to her.” While he hated the thought of his idiot co-workers harassing you week after week, it did fill him with a little pride knowing he was the only one you were ever interested in. 

“You dirty dog. This the first time you’re seeing her since then?” 

Javi met every question with more silence. He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to disclose any information to them, but their persistence in getting you to Alma Pierce last Wednesday was the reason you found yourself in this situation. 

“No way. You’ve already seen her already, haven’t you? And she still wants to see you again? Damn. Good for you, Peña.” 

“So what are you two doing for this date tonight? Besides hopefully getting laid?” Carter and Miller high-fived each other. 

Was that part of Javi’s plan tonight? Absolutely. He wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, and once he was done, he wanted to do it again. But the jealous and possessive part of his brain lit up hearing other people talk about you in that way. 

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that or I will snap both your fucking necks, understood?” Javi’s voice was stern and commanding, making Carter and Miller rapidly nod their heads in unison, knowing that if Javi really wanted to, he would. 

“Understood man.” 

“Yeah, sorry.” 

The two men stared sheepishly at each other. Javi took another deep breath before composing himself and focusing his gaze back on Carter. 

“Guadalajara report on Morris’s desk by the time I get in tomorrow, got it?” 

“Will do, boss.” Carter barely made eye contact with him. Javi nodded before turning around, heading back into his office and closing the door. 

Peeking his head around the corner to make sure Javi’s door was all the way shut, Miller leaned back over to Carter for one last remark. 

“They’ve gotta be fucking already, right?” 

“Oh yeah. That’s the face of a man who’s happy and gettin’ laid.” 

“Lucky bastard.” 

“You can say that again.” 

You were shocked at how smoothly your Thursday was going. Your class had lots of fun at their class party, showering you with plenty of hugs and goodbyes on their last day. With your efficiency and determination to pack up your classroom, everything was labeled and put away by 2:45, leaving you with plenty of time to say goodbye to your co-workers before heading out early. 

Remembering Saturday’s disaster of trying to pick out an outfit, you had spent the whole week trying on potential choices to not leave yourself a frantic mess today. You had settled on a peach colored dress with small white flowers, having a feeling that Javi would like it just as much as the one you wore on Saturday. You had plenty of time to get ready, taking more time than usual to do your hair and makeup and try on your outfit one last time. By the time you were all ready to go, it still wasn’t even 5 yet, leaving you with enough time to do a brief clean (even though you had made your apartment spotless enough it would have passed a health inspection test) and turn on SportsCenter for a little as you anxiously awaited Javi’s arrival.  

At 5:25, you heard a knock at your door, practically sprinting up off the couch to greet him. As you opened your door, his tall, handsome frame filled the doorway. He was in a navy blue button down, its short sleeves fitting deliciously over his biceps, with a pair of tight, dark washed jeans. In his hands, he held a bouquet of sunflowers, but looked like he was practically about to drop them when he saw you answer the door. 

“Osita, you look… beautiful.” His jaw was already half slack as his eyes ran their way up and down your frame, taking in every detail about you. 

“Thanks, Javi. You don’t look half bad yourself. You blushed as you tried to contain your grin. 

“These are for you.” He outstretched his hand, passing the bright yellow flowers over to you. 

“Phew, thank god, I was worried that you just wanted to carry them around all night for fun. Thank you, Javi. They’re beautiful.” Carefully placing them on your entryway table. You stared up at Javi, his lip darting around his bottom lip, practically undressing you with his eyes. You grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him through the doorway, your mouths meeting in an electric kiss. He reached down to grab behind your head, pulling you closer into him his tongue danced along your open mouth. God, you had missed him. The scent of his cologne and minty breath overwhelmed your senses, as you leaned further into him, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he reluctantly pulled back from your kiss. 

“Wow. Definitely missed that.” You smiled up at him, your heart pounding as you caught your breath. 

“Fuck, me too. I missed you, Osita.” His sweet brown eyes stared down at you, a smile growing under his mustache. 

This man had been in your presence for less than a minute, and you could already feel an ache growing between your legs. His kiss had you begging for more. 

“What time is it? You said our reservation is at 6:00, right?” You asked, glancing down at Javi’s watch as you bit down on your lip and reached up to give him a kiss on his neck. It was clear to both of you why you had asked the question. You knew how riled up you both were given the phone call you had just 2 days before, and having gone 5 days without him, you were really holding it together to not jump all over him.  

“Hermosa… Fuck. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this.” He took a step back from you, causing you to cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. “Baby, if we don’t leave your apartment now, we’re not fucking leaving. I meant what I said on the phone. Osita, I’ve spent every goddamn day this week thinking about this, but I really want to take you out to celebrate, you deserve it.” 

It took every ounce of you not to protest. He looked so good that you would have fucked him right there on the floor next to your shoe rack. But he was right, he had worked so hard to plan whatever you two were doing tonight. He cared about you. He wanted to make sure you knew that you were worth celebrating. No one had ever cared about you this much. 

“You’re really sweet, Jav. Thank you. Although with how fucking hot you look and the fact that you pretty much eye fucked me from the moment you walked through the door, this is about to be a a battle of iron wills, and right now my will power is about the strength of a limp noodle.” You both laughed, trying to regain your composure. Smirking, you looked at him to give him a proposition. 

“I bet you 5 dollars.” 

“You bet me 5 dollars, that what, Osita?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you. 

“I bet you 5 dollars that you break before I do. I don’t think you can make it through the night. Not with the way your eyes are still trying to undress me.” 

“You sure? You were the one practically crawling all over me as soon as I walked through the door.” He crossed his arms to mirror yours, enjoying the prospect of your competition. 

“I may be stubborn, but I got all the patience in the world, Peña. And I don’t like to lose.” You shrugged and winked at him, giving a playful raise of your eyebrows. 

You drove him absolutely fucking crazy. 

Leaning down, he pulled you in to kiss you again, even more intense than the one you had just shared. Your tongues and teeth clashed, making you moan between your connected mouths, before suddenly pulling away and grabbing his keys, dangling them in your breathless face. 

He looked at you with a devilish grin. “You’re on baby. You ready to go?” 

“What?! That’s not fair, you can’t just kiss me like that and expect me to function normally!” 

“Never said it wasn’t part of the rules. Two can play at this game.” He leaned back down into your ear, his mustache tickling your neck as the low rasp of his voice serenaded you. “Besides, Osita, like you said, you have all the patience in the world, right?” 

“Javier I don’t know your middle name Peña, I swear to God, you really are trying to kill me.” You both laughed as you grabbed your purse and began to put on your shoes. 

“Jesús. Javier Jesús Peña. 

Something about him saying his name made you smile. Maybe it’s because his name was yours. “Cute. Good to know, in case of emergencies, such as times like these. Alright, I’m ready, and I’m making space in my wallet to be 5 dollars richer tonight.” 

As Javi opened his passenger side car door for you, you basked in the warm familiarity of sitting next to him while he drove. While his car was already neat, you could tell he must have gone through and cleaned in since Sunday. After he backed out of your apartment’s parking lot and you two headed on your way, his free hand almost immediately found its way to the skin of your thigh exposed under your dress, giving it a slight squeeze before tracing his fingers up and down your leg. 

“Music?” He looked at you, smiling, reminiscing on your last drives’ sing a long. 

“You don’t just want to listen to the Grease Soundtrack on repeat every time we drive?” You giggled as you reached into his glove box, shuffling back through the CD’s, noticing a new one that definitely wasn’t there this weekend. You quickly pulled it out, showing it to Javi. 

“This one wasn’t here on Sunday?” You looked surprised by the Queen’s Greatest Hits disc you now had in your hand. 

“Oh yeah, well you said they were your favorite band. I don’t know a ton of music by them, but figured you may want to listen to them if we’re driving.” He tried to play it off casually. You didn’t need to know that he drove to not one, but two stores after work this week to find that CD for you. 

“Wait did you- Did you get this just for me?” Your surprise was so genuine. Not only did he care enough to even remember your favorite band, he went out and got you a CD so you could listen to it in his car while you drove together? You couldn’t have been more thankful to have been stopped at a red light as you leaned over the center console, grabbing the side of his face to pull him in for a kiss. You only released him as you watch your peripheral vision turn from red to green. You both pulled back with smiles on your faces, Javi putting an even tighter grasp around your leg. 

“Play it. You’re in charge of music tonight, Osita.” 

“Figured you needed to let me be in charge of at least something, huh?” You rolled your eyes and snickered under your breath as you pushed the CD in and pressed play, the beat of Another One Bites the Dust thumping through the speakers 

“This song is dedicated to you after you lose our bet tonight.” 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t like to lose, huh Osita? 

“I will admit being overly competitive is one of my biggest character flaws. Growing up with 3 older brothers who all played sports will do that to ya. I always wanted to play with them, and they wouldn’t let me play unless I proved I was good enough, so instead of crying about it, I just practiced to try and make myself better than them.” 

Javi couldn’t have been less surprised. Given your stubbornness, there were few things he’d put past you.

 “Did you play any sports as a kid?” You asked curiously. 

“I did swimming and some baseball. Always liked swimming more. Parents would call me el pez. (fish) They would always tell me that they’d have to drag me out of the water whenever we went to the pool or beach. Swam in college a little too, but was never super serious about it. What about you? I’m gonna assume yes.” 

“My brothers played everything, so yes, I’ve pretty much tried every sport under the sun at some point. Hockey was always my favorite though.” 

“I’m gonna be real honest with you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hockey game in my entire life.” 

“That’s criminal. Well considering you’re from southern Texas, it makes sense that a game involving ice isn’t very popular. Did you know Texas has an NHL team?” 

“Wait, actually?” 

“Yeah, actually. I don’t think anyone in Texas knows you do. The Dallas Stars. They were actually pretty good this year. Lost in the first round of the playoffs like the Blackhawks did, so now my only hope is that the Red Wings lose but it physically hurts me to say that I think they’re gonna win it all this year.” 

Javi nodded, trying his best to follow along even though he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. Embarrassed with your rambling, you quickly retracted. “Sorry, I know you don’t really care about any of that.” 

“You care about it, which means I’ll try my best to learn, Ostia.” 

Your eyes shifted up from your lap where they had been staring to meet Javi’s gaze, soft and genuine. It shouldn’t have surprised you, but the feeling of knowing he actually cared never ceased to amaze you.

“Okay. All you need to know for the sake of this conversation is Blackhawks- good, Red Wings- bad.” 

“Easy enough. I can remember that.” He winked at you before reaching to grab your hand and lock it with his. 

You spent the last few minutes of your car ride in a comforting silence, Queen quietly playing in the background as you watched the sky slowly melt into a pink and orange sunset. 

As you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, you looked at the sign above the entrance reading “Andiamos on Main.” You’d never been here before, but you felt like the name sounded familiar from hearing your co-workers who had gone on anniversaries, birthday dinners or big events to celebrate. 

“Javi, this place is supposed to be really nice.” 

“I know.” 

“Like, people come here for birthdays and anniversaries and special things that only happen once a year.” 

“You only finish school once a year, too. You’re special to me, Osita. You deserve it.” 

“But I-"

“I’m not letting you argue with me on this one, baby. Please.” 

As much as you wanted to, how could you argue with his sweet face, staring at you with his pleading brown eyes? You would have been thankful for him to have gotten you sandwiches again, let alone take you somewhere nice and insist you deserve it. 

“Fine. Thank you, Javi. This is the nicest thing someone has done for me in a long time.” 

“You deserve it, Osita. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.” 

He leaned over to give you a quick kiss before turning off the engine of the car and quickly unbuckling himself so he could walk around the car and open the passenger door for you. 

“Ready to eat?” 

“Javi, there will be very few times in life where that answer will be no.” 

When you walked into the restaurant, your suspicions were confirmed. This place was nice. The space was dimly lit with soft piano playing in the background, filled with other couples and large groups, all dressed nicely and casually chatting. You were surprised how busy the restaurant was as Javi took your hand to lead you through the small crowd in front of the hostess stand. 

“Hi, how can I help you two?” The woman at the front asked as you two approached her.

“Hi, I have a reservation at 6:00. Should be under Peña.” 

“Alright, let me just check real quick and then we’ll get you seated!” You watched as her fingers flicked through the notebook she had in front of her, a concerned look creeping up her face as she began to back track and flip through previous pages. 

“You said Peña at 6:00, tonight, correct?” 

“Mhhmm.” He nodded, also starting to look concerned by her confusion. 

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Peña, it looks like your reservation was for yesterday at 6:00 PM.” 

Javi may have looked worse than he did when you had run into Lorraine a few days ago. “Wait, I uh-, it should be for today. It’s for June 3rd? The 3rd at 6:00 PM?” 

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Peña. The 3rd was yesterday. Today is the 4th.” 

You could feel the panic shedding from his body. The hand that was holding yours now started to become sweaty. The look on Javi’s face was sheer terror. “No, today’s the 3rd? Today’s the 3rd, right?” He looked frantically back and forth between you and the hostess before she flipped her notebook around to face you both, accompanied by her digital watch. In scratch writing under June 3rd, sat “Peña, party of 2, 6:00 PM.” And on her watch read “Thursday, June 4th.” 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…”  he muttered himself underneath his breath, trying to keep his composure. “Are there any seats left? Anything at the bar, even?” Part of him already knew the answer, but was desperate to not give up yet. 

“Well, we have a corporate event tonight so it’s extra busy. Right now there’s at least a 2 hour wait, and that’s being generous, and no seating at the bar. Again, so sorry for the confusion.” 

He stood frozen in shock. He wanted to scream at himself. How could he have fucked this up? The guilt and panic flooded over him, leaving him speechless. He tried so hard to rebuttal- think of something, ANYTHING. Stuck in his chaotic train of thought, he felt your hand rub over his arm and heard your sweet voice. 

“That’s okay! Thank you for checking! Mistakes happen, not a big deal at all. Come on, Jav, let’s go!” This time, you were the one leading him back through the crowd, him, following you helplessly, trying to think of anything to say. As you finally exited through the doors, the golden sunset shining down into the parking lot, Javi grabbed down tightly on your hand, stopping in his tracks. 

“Fuck, Osita. Fuck, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I fucked this up. I could have fucking swore today was the 3rd. I’m such a fucking idiot I-“ 

“Javi.” 

He stopped. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Were you mad? Angry? Going to agree with him and tell him that he was a fucking idiot? He wouldn’t have blamed you if you did. 

“Do you know how many times I took my class to gym on the wrong day when I first started at Alma Pierce?” 

He looked at you blankly. It was almost like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“A lot. It took me a month and a half. I could have sworn they went to gym every Monday from 2:00-3:00, and at 1:55 every Monday, I would March them down to the gym for Mr. Luíz to tell me I had gym tomorrow from 2:00-3:00. It literally took me having to write it on my hand each Monday- don’t go to gym! For me to finally remember. It’s okay, Javi. I know you’re gonna beat yourself up about this. Please, please don’t. The fact that you even wanted to do something this nice for me is more than enough. I don’t care where we go, if I get to spend time with you, then I’m happy.”  

If I’m with you, then I’m happy. The words danced around his brain, trying to make sure he was comprehending what he had just heard. He had completely fucked up your plans and not only did you not care, you were happy? He was the reason you were happy? That was a sentence he was positive he had never heard before. 

You stepped into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you gazed into his eyes, still pooling with panic. “I like you, Javi. I like you a lot. You could have taken me to go get hot dogs from the gas station and I would have been excited. Maybe not excited for what they would have done to me after I ate them, but if I got to do it with you, I wouldn’t have cared.” He let out a small huff under his breath, half a smile creeping across his somber face. “There are plenty of places for us to eat, we still have a movie to go see, and when we get back, I am so horny I think I could spontaneously combust.” It relieved you to see the smile grow wider, a genuine laugh now coming out of him. “Promise me.” 

“Promise you what, Osita?” 

“Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over this.” 

“Baby, I-“ 

“Promise me, Javier Jesús Peña. Or I will beat you up enough for the both of us” you poked your finger into his chest, playfully. 

“Promise.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, savoring the sweet and familiar smell of your shampoo as his nose met your hair. “Going full name on me, huh?” 

“Told you, it was good to know in case of emergencies.” You laughed as he shook you, wrapped in the broadness of his arms. “There’s a diner down the road we passed on the way in, I could definitely eat a whole mess of pancakes right now.” 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you liked breakfast.” 

“I don’t joke when it comes to breakfast, Peña” you winked before you stretched up to peck him on the lips. “Let’s go.” You reached to grab his hand, leading him back to his truck. Trailing behind your lead, he soaked up every ounce of the image of you. An image he’d never get sick of. 

You didn’t even bother looking at the menu as you picked a booth in the back corner of the small diner down the street. Javi ordered a sandwich while you shamelessly ordered a stack of blueberry pancakes with whip cream on top. You could tell Javi was still upset with himself, staying relatively quiet since you two had unexpectedly changed your plans. You had a feeling there wasn’t much you could say at this point that would make him feel any less guilty- you would have felt the same way. Looking for a way to get him out of his head, you pulled out a kids menu and a wrapped pack of crayons tucked behind the condiments at your table, scribbling on it before sliding across the table to Javi. 

“Hangman?” Javi looked at you, chuckling. 

“We don’t have to play if you don’t want to, just thought it could be fun. Figured this was better than me coming across the booth to beat you up because I can tell you’re still mad at yourself.” 

This set off a more genuine laughter from him, shaking his head as he crossed his arms and leaned back in the booth. “I don’t know, Osita, after you told me you used to play hockey, you’ve got me a little nervous that you could take me out.” You both snickered at the idea of you trying to take down Javi. “Sure, let’s play.” 

“P?” He questioned, staring down at the dashed lines. 

“P? That’s what you’re gonna start with?” You drew a circle for the head.

“What’s wrong with P?” 

“Vowels first! Makes it way easier!” 

“Sorry, I don’t think I’ve played hangman since I was in elementary school.” 

“Which is why I’m an expert, seeing that I’m in an elementary school practically every day. Next guess.” 

“E?” 

“See, there you go!” You marked down several spots after Javi’s guess. 

“Okay, how about M?” 

“That doesn’t mean stop guessing vowels, dummy. But yes, lucky for you there is an M.” You laughed as Javi continued guessing letters and began eating as your food arrived. Through a bite full of your pancakes you gave Javi a dumbfounded look. 

“Javi… you seriously don’t know what it says? You can go hunt down drug lords in South America but hangman on a kids menu at a diner is what’s gonna do you in?” You both snorted as Javi tried to defend himself. 

“Osita, those are two completely different things.” 

“Well I’m not gonna lie Javi, one seems significantly easier than the other.” 

“Fine, I’ll guess. What movie are we seeing?” 

“Great work, detective.” You remarked sarcastically. 

“Gimme that.” He said, snatching the paper from you as he began to draw his own lines. “Your turn.” 

“Okay, thank goodness, I was worried we were going to miss the movie with how long it was taking you to guess. I'm starting with A.” 

Javi begrudgingly noted down some letters. You continued guessing, quickly filling up the lines until you had figured out the clue. 

“Oh, Jurassic Park! I’ve been wanting to see that! Have you seen the first one?” 

“Jesus, that was fast. No, but I figured it would be one you’d like. 

“I was secretly hoping you’d pick that one, so one point for you, Javier Peña.” You winked at him as you took a final bite of your pancakes. “I know this wasn’t the dinner you had planned, but it was still really good. And we still have a movie to go see and plenty of movie snacks to eat. You ready to go?” Javi smiled at you, nodding, still in disbelief how content you were with how things were going.

Your waiter came around to collect your plates and give you the bill, Javi insisting on paying, despite your attempt to physically try to open his hand and put cash in it. As you made your way out to the car, you reached down to grab his hand, embracing the familiarity of your fingers interlocking, his grasp engulfing yours. Your drive to the movie theater included several more tracks of Queen sing alongs, Javi’s favorite notably being your enthusiastic rendition of Don’t Stop Me Now. With the windows slightly rolled down, the wind blew through your hair, a smile stretched across your face. You were so wrapped up in singing, you hadn’t noticed Javi’s eyes locked on you, completely enamored by your presence. Part of him just wanted to say fuck it to the movie. Instead, take you back to your apartment, fuck, to have you in his truck and show you how thankful he was for you. 

As you pulled into the movie theater, you noticed that Javi had parked in a far back corner, a sizable walk from the front entrance. Before you could ask anything, his mouth was crashing into yours, running his hand through the hair on the back of your head, pulling you closer in. His other hand snaked under the hem of your dress, rubbing along your thigh before reaching under your underwear, his fingers grazing along your entrance.  Your hand mirrored, reaching across to grab his face, before planting kisses along his, working your way up to his ear. As much as you wanted to say nothing, you knew you at least had to tease him a little. You could hear his heavy breaths as you bit at his earlobe and whispered. 

“You owe me 5 dollars.” 

He pulled back, shaking his head, his breathing still labored. “Jesus Christ. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” 

You leaned back in, planting another kiss on his neck before pulling back. “I told you, I don’t lose.” You winked before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Tell ya what, because I’m such a gracious winner, I’ll donate my 5 dollars towards buying our movie snacks, okay?” 

“Doesn’t that defeat the whole bet?” He laughed at you. 

“Well I needed to find a way to let you get me to buy something on our date so you don’t pay for anything, and I figured you can’t argue with me if I use my winnings from our bet.” 

“Fair enough.” He sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. 

“Thank you. You ready to go watch some dinosaurs?” You nudged him before hopping out of the passenger’s side door. Javi sat there for a moment, regaining his composure before following beside you into the theater, his hand now taking its familiar spot locked in yours. 

Javi couldn’t remember the last time he had been in a movie theater. He hadn’t gone in Colombia, probably making it close to a decade since stepping foot into one. Once Javi had told you how long it had been, you wanted to make sure you did everything you could to make it the best experience possible for him. After getting your tickets, you made your way to concessions, getting much more than your 5 dollar bet’s worth of snacks.

“Do you really think we need this much?” Javi asked, now carrying the frozen Coke and M&M’s you had handed him, you carrying a large popcorn. 

“Well first of all, you haven’t been to the movies in forever, so I want you to get the full movie snacking experience. Second, you ate two full bags of popcorn by yourself when we watched Star Wars, so I’m honestly worried this isn’t enough.” Mentally noting that Javi had already had 3 handfuls of M&M’s on your way to your seats. 

You were thankful that you were able to find two seats in the top middle of the theater, considering how crowded it was. You could feel a shift in his demeanor, like he was uneasy with how many people filled the room, constantly scanning back and forth. It wasn’t that Javi minded crowds, it was what could happen in a crowd if something went wrong that made him anxious. He had seen it first hand, and knew how poorly it could end. He hadn’t been somewhere this crowded in a long time, but with his instincts kicking in to overdrive, he could feel himself starting to panic at his current state. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

“Uh yeah, um, I’m fine, it’s just, um-“ 

You patted the seat next to you, ushering Javi to sit down. Once he did, you reached over to grab his hand and squeeze it and rest your head on his shoulder. You had seen this happen before with your brothers, especially your oldest, after he returned back from his first tour of active duty. While you could never truly understand how it felt, the last thing you wanted to do was make Javi feel like you weren’t there for him. “It’s okay. It’s more crowded than I would have thought too. We can stay here or if you need to move or go outside for a little we can do that too. Whatever you need.” You could feel a little of his tension ease as he kissed the top of your head. 

“No, I’m okay, thanks, Osita.” He felt a wave of relief wash over him that some way or another, you just seemed to know what he needed to snap him out of his funk.

“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything. I promise I’ll keep you safe from the dinosaurs.” You giggled while you looked up at him, Javi giving you a playful shake as he moved his arm to wrap over your shoulder, his thumb stroking back and forth across your skin as the lights lowered and previews started. 

As the movie is played, you found Javi’s hand somewhere on your body at all times. Holding your hand, wrapped around you, rubbing your leg, even playing with your hair as you rested your head against the width of his strong shoulders. The other hand was either in the popcorn or reaching down to eat the rest of the M&M’s. Javi really couldn’t have told you what was happening on screen, his eyes had barely left you, watching every reaction to what was happening. He was soaking in every moment, noticing when you laughed, excitedly poking him when something big happened, trying to fill him in so he wasn’t lost on what was happening. He was surprised when you let out a little shriek and grabbed on to him as one of the dinosaurs popped out on screen, even though you insisted that you weren’t scared, just weren’t expecting it. As the movie ended and credits began rolling, you looked over to already find Javi looking at you.

“So, what’d ya think? Good first movie theater experience?” 

“It was great, Osita.” 

“Good, I’m glad. Enjoy your snacks?” You laughed, looking at how the popcorn and M&M’s were completely gone, the frozen Coke only filled with a few sips worth left. 

“Oh shit, yeah, uh sorry…” realizing that he had pretty much eaten everything, oblivious to everything that wasn’t you. 

“It’s okay. I figured given what happened with the last movie we watched. You haven’t been to the movies in who knows how long, I wanted to make sure you got everything you wanted.” Javi wasn’t sure how you did it, but everything you did and said had him falling harder and harder for you. You were everything he wanted. You hadn’t cared when he fucked up the dinner reservations, you wanted to make sure he had fun at the movies, all you wanted was to be with him. Leaning over, he grabbed your face with both hands, engulfing you in a long, deep kiss. He didn’t care if people stared, in fact, he hoped they did. He hoped they’d see how lucky he was that you were his. 

“Wow. What was that for? Not that I’m complaining or anything.” You smirked, pulling away from his grasp. 

He knew it. He knew he couldn’t say it, but he knew it. He settled for what he could say instead. 

“I really like you, Osita. I like you a lot. Thank you for tonight. I, um… I, just, thank you.” 

“Javi, what are you thanking me for? I should be the one thanking you. You’re the one who wanted to do all of this for me. I really like you too, thank you for making tonight so special.”

Kissing the top of your head, he bent down to whisper in your ear. “Tonight’s not over yet, Osita. This isn’t the only part of our date I’m about to make special for you, baby.” He couldn’t help himself. He had spent the whole movie thinking about sneaking his hands further and further up your dress, how perfect you were, blissed out and moaning his name as he was inside you. 

“Jesus, Javi.” You shook your head, speechless. “I don't know what the hell we’re still doing standing here then. I’ll Tyrannosaurus Rex my way through this crowd for you to get me back home ASAP.” He laughed as you grabbed his hand leading him down the stairs and through the crowded lobby back to his car. 

The sexual tension in his car on the drive home was so thick, you would have needed a chainsaw to cut through it. You had both agreed, unlike Sunday, you would both have enough self control to make it back to your apartment, but with the way Javi was staring at you, and how dangerously close his hands were getting under your dress, the prospect of making it another 10 minutes home seemed practically impossible. When you finally reached the parking lot of your apartment, you practically threw yourself out of the car as you and Javi stumbled up the stairway, bodies crashing into one another as your mouths met furiously, hands frantically roaming over each other's bodies. You had no idea how you were able to get out your key and open your door as Javi’s chest pressed into your back, kissing your neck as your hands shakily unlocked your entrance to your apartment. The moment the door closed behind you, your clothes both quickly were shed, leaving a trail of items to your bedroom. Your bodies banged along the hallway as you shuffled your way to the bedroom, your mouths never leaving one another’s. Javi practically threw you onto your bed before shuffling his boxers down to pool around his ankles, his broad and handsome presence hovering over you. He knelt down to the edge of the bed, nudging your knees apart to reveal your pussy, glistening from its wetness. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get over your pussy, baby. Always so fucking wet.” Javi mewled before breathing in heavily and licking a long, broad strip along your clit. His tongue swirled around your heat as your hips bucked towards his face. One hand grasped your sheets while the other ran through his hair, tugging at the dark, curled ends as you moaned. You wanted him so badly to be inside of you, to fill the emptiness you were clenching around. Before you could ask, he slipped not one, but both fingers into you. His hand felt enormous compared to yours, his fingers so much more satisfying as they hit inside you over and over. As both digits curled up and his mouth sucked over your clit, you whimpered breathlessly. 

“Javi, you feel so good. Fuck me, holy shit.” 

“Patience Hermosa, I will, don’t worry.” He winked before diving back down between your legs. His free hand wrapped around your leg, grabbing your hip as you squirmed from how good he felt. The repetitive motion of his thick fingers plunging in you mixed with the skilled movement of his tongue across your sensitive nub had you already clenching down, close to your end. You knew with how worked up you had been this week without him, and what a goddamn menace he was, it wouldn’t take long for you to be on the verge of screaming his name in pleasure. 

“Baby, fuck, fuck I’m so close, Javi, I-“ 

Before you could finish your sentence, your orgasm flooded through your body, legs shaking and head thrown back as you moaned. The pleasure was so intense, and so much better than you could have even remembered. As you came back down from your high, Javi slowly pulled his fingers out from you before sucking them clean, your juices still smeared across his smirking face. “You taste so fucking good, Osita.” 

“Jesus, Javi… holy shit.” You breathed deeply, trying to regain your composure. He leaned over you, kissing up your body, stopping to take each nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before making his way up your neck.  

“I told you I meant what I said on the phone, baby. Is that okay with you?” His breath was low and raspy as he whispered into your ear. 

“Yes, oh my god, I haven’t stopped thinking about what you said all week. I haven’t been able to look at my dresser the same since.” You both let out light, airy laughs before Javi had picked you up and carried you over to your dresser before sitting you down on top of it. You spread your legs open, pussy still slick and shining from your last orgasm as Javi spit down into his hand before stroking his dick, already hard and desperate to be inside you. He then helped you shimmy down, smacking your ass as you turned around and placed your arms on the dresser. Looking up at the mirror in front of you, you could see the hungry look in Javi’s eyes as he ran his cock up and down your folds, collecting your slick. He kissed your shoulders as he rubbed his hands down the side of your body, squeezing your hips. “Javi, please.” You whimpered, the throbbing between your legs making it feel like he was taking years. 

“What happened to all that patience, Osita?” He smirked as he grabbed another handful of your ass. You were so desperate at this point your brain was unable to form words, only moans pleading for Javi to give you what you wanted. “So needy, huh? I’ll give you what you want, baby girl, don’t worry..” Slowly, he made his way into you, the sting of the sweet stretch of his cock making you breathless. As he bottomed out inside of you, a low groan from him mimicked yours. “So fucking tight, hermosa, fuck.” 

“Javi, move, please.” You were practically begging at this point. 

“I will, Osita. Look in the mirror first, baby.” Your eyes shifted off of the oak of the dresser under your arms and up to the image of Javi’s body towering behind you. His tanned and toned chest, his dark curls and mustache, the lust pooling in his eyes, Jesus, he really was the hottest man you’ve ever seen. 

“I want you to see how pretty you are when I fuck you. See what a good fucking girl you are when you take me so well, when I fuck you full of me. Can you do that for me?” As your eyes met his in the mirror frantically nodding, he began to move himself in and out of you, taking his time. Almost as if he was savoring how good each thrust felt. Each time he pushed back into you, your gasps became louder, the feeling intensifying. The spot he was hitting was so sweet, but your body was pleading for more. 

“Fuck Javi, give me more, please baby. Fuck me harder.” Your eyes once again locking with his, a delightfully surprised look spreading across his face. 

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you harder, hermosa?” You once again nodded rapidly, biting down on your bottom lip. “Use your words, pretty girl.” He teased, slowing his pace enough to make you squirm. 

“Fuck me harder, Javi. Please baby, you feel so good, I want more.” Javi knew his size was larger than average. He definitely hadn’t been gentle with you, but he hadn’t been overly aggressive, not wanting to push your limits and make you uncomfortable. But right now, he had you in the palm of his hand, begging him for more. 

“You sure you want more, baby?” He slowly began to speed up his thrusts, waiting for your answer. 

“Mhmmmm.” You whined at the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls. “Give it to me, please.” 

With that, his pace changed drastically, his hips snapping into you repeatedly. You could feel every inch of him stretch you out in a way that you couldn’t describe. The way his dick pounded into, filling you so deeply and intensely had your screams echoing off the walls of the room. 

“Fuck, Javi. Fuck, oh my god.” 

“Yeah? Feel good, Osita? My good fucking girl, taking me so well.” 

Suddenly, his arm reached under yours, pulling you up so your back was flushed with his chest. He wrapped his arm over your breasts, his big hand engulfing one while his other hand reached down for your clit. The added pleasure made the building feeling in your stomach creep closer and closer, knowing you were about to snap. His calloused fingertips rubbed back and forth as he leaned into you, his mouth grazing along your neck. “Look at yourself, baby. I know you’re close. I want you to see how pretty you are when you come all over my dick.” Your eyes watched Javi’s hand rub faster along your sensitive bundle of nerves before shifting up to see the damp, dark curls stuck to his forehead, a sheen covering his body in sweat. Each snap of his hips hit harder and harder, you feeling your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock. With only a few more thrusts, you felt something snap inside you, your legs shaking as you moaned Javi’s name as you came. Watching you had Javi reeling, his thrusts becoming more frantic as your eyes met in the mirror before he spoke. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” 

“Inside me. It’s yours Javi. It’s all fucking yours.” 

Your words were all he needed before he took one last pump, spilling inside you. You watched in the mirror as his jaw went slack as his muscles tense. You felt his spend covering your walls, his cock pulsing as he finished. He draped his body over yours, your heavy breathing syncing for a few moments before he pushed himself back up, slowly pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss, feeling the mix of you running down the side of your leg. Suddenly, you felt Javi’s body press into yours, his arm snaking between your legs as two thick fingers pushed into you, making you gasp. 

“Will you keep me in you, hermosa? So I know you’re all fucking mine?” 

“Yes, Jesus Christ.” You whispered under your breath. He watched you nod as he pushed into you one last time before pulling out his fingers and kissing down your back, chuckling as he pulled away.  

“Nope, just me, Javi. Go lay down on the bed, baby. Let me get something to clean you up.” 

“Oh shut up.” You laughed as you still laid slumped over the dresser. “I would move but I think you fucked me so good my legs don’t work anymore.” He snuck up behind you, picking you up and carrying you over to your bed before plopping you down and heading to the bathroom, leaving you giggling, staring at your ceiling. He returned with a warm washcloth, gently wiping you up before tossing it into your laundry basket and climbing under your covers with you. You scooted close to him, your head resting on his chest, arm draped across and one leg hiked up, resting on top of him. His strong arms wrapped around you, tracing circles along your back as he kissed the top of your head. 

“Thank you, Javi.” 

“For what, Osita?” 

“This was the best date I’ve ever been on.” 

“You must have been on a lot of shitty dates then, Hermosa.” 

“I’m being serious, you goofball! I mean yes, I think before this, the most romantic thing someone had done for me was when Paul actually remembered our anniversary, and then asked me if we could go to his favorite sports bar instead of the nice restaurant I picked because he didn’t want to miss a football game that was on that night. But I’m not kidding, the fact that you wanted to spend time with me, let alone plan something nice, I don’t know… it just really means a lot. So thank you.” 

Javi paused for a moment before he responded. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Happy, relieved even, that you had such a good time on a date that anyone else probably would have deemed a disaster? Thankful that you wanted to spend just as much time with him as he did with you? Heartbroken that there had been one too many idiots who had come in and out of your life that had treated you like shit and you had accepted that was as good as it got? 

“Osita, I said it before and I’ll say it again, you deserve it. You’re beautiful and smart and sexy as hell and even if you won’t admit it, you deserve someone who sees that. I still can’t believe that you think that I’m worth any of your time, but I’m sure as hell glad that you do.” He kissed your head again as you nuzzled it closer to his chest, trying to fight back the tears welling in your eyes. Before you could say anything he finished with, “I sure as fuck hope that I never meet Paul either, cause I’d give that fucking guy a piece of my mind.” 

You let out a small huff as you looked up at him. “Ease up there, cowboy. Don’t worry, I think everyone I know has already given him enough shit to last him 3 lifetimes. You’re really sweet, Jav. Thank you.” You stretched up to plant a soft kiss on his lips as you reached up to cup his face. 

“Of course, baby. I lo-“ He stopped himself as quickly as possible. His brain hadn’t even processed the words that were coming out of his mouth. There was no fucking way he could say it, even if he knew it. He just prayed you hadn’t heard his slip up before he continued. “I really like you, and I’m so glad you had a good time tonight. I did too.” 

“Can I see you again this weekend? I know you have to work tomorrow and we just saw each other today and-“ 

“Yes, Osita. I’d love to see you again this weekend. I promised my dad I’d help him with some things around the ranch tomorrow night and Saturday morning but other than that, I’m all yours.” He leaned down to kiss you, his mustache tickling your neck as you pulled away. 

“Perfect. Can I pick something for us to do since you got to pick what we did today?” 

“Is it a surprise, or do I get to know?” He asked mockingly. 

“If yours got to be a surprise, so does mine. I don’t have anything specific picked out yet, but I have a few ideas.” 

“Can’t wait to see what it is, Osita.” 

You glanced over at your alarm clock, forgetting the fact that you didn’t have to set it again until August, and Javi still had one more day until his weekend. “What time do you usually get up in the morning?” 

“Why?” He asked, fingers still tracing up and down your shoulders. 

“So I can get up with you in the morning and make you breakfast and say goodbye to you before you go to work.” Your fingers mirrored his, circling over his bare chest. 

“Hermosa, it’s your first day of summer, you’re not getting up with me in the morning, you get to sleep in.” 

“What if I want to get up with you in the morning? You gonna force me to stay in bed until you leave?” 

“Fine, I’m not waking you up on purpose, but if you’re awake and want to get up with me I’m not going to say no.” 

“Well then I will see you in the morning, bright and early.”

“Okay, Osita. I’m gonna go run down to my car and grab my bag, are you okay if I leave the door unlocked so you don’t have to let me back in?” 

“Sure. I’ll be right here, unless you’ve pulled off hiding your serial killer act this long and you and the rest of your gang have found the perfect opportunity at this moment.” 

“Dork. I’ll be back up in a few, okay?” 

“Safe travels out there.” 

He laughed as he collected his clothes scattered on the floor trailing down the hallway to put on before heading out the door. You rolled over, inhaling the scent Javi had left behind on your pillow, his space still warm from his body. You pulled your covers further over you, snuggling in closer to the space he just was in. Even without him physically next to you, the feeling of knowing he would be back next to you soon flooded your body with a sense of comfort. Not realizing how tired you were until this moment, you felt your eyelids begin to droop, growing heavier with each blink. You swore to yourself you could stay awake the few minutes Javi would be gone, but by the time he returned back up with his bag, he was greeted with the soft sound of snores filling your bedroom. He set his things down at the end of the bed before turning off the lights and stripping himself of his clothes once again before crawling under the covers, spooning you, wrapping your body in his arms. 

“Dulces sueños, mi amor. Te adoro. Todo es más bonito si estás conmigo. Soy tan afortunado de tenerte” (Sweet dreams, my love. I adore you. Everything is more beautiful when I’m with you. I’m so lucky to have you.) 

He kissed your head as he pulled you in closer. He slowly breathed out, a sense of peace and comfort filling his body. He took one more moment to savor your presence before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep next to you. There were few things in life that Javier Peña had ever been absolutely sure of. You were one of those few things. 

[nobodybutsoul]

Storytime of how I shifted?? I think?? help????

very messy and quite long and detailed storytime of how i (probably?) shifted but didnt know that until i wrote it down lol

i went to sleep at 1am affirming for a little bit, but ngl it made me more tired and bored but unable to fall asleep (i ONLY fall asleep imagining fake scenarios lol). i woke up at around, actually dunno but i think it could be 6? and before i woke up i was in some kind of half-dream half-aware state, honestly i have no idea how to explain it and i don't remember it that well anymore (although i know the things that happened actually were "real" and not a dream). btw i affirmed that my subconscious knows and will help me shift which is something i haven't affirmed before.

when i woke from that i had this immediate thought that i can try to shift now because of the state i was in (idk myself tbh it was some kind of realization i had then, maybe it was pure awareness lol) so i instantly started affirming stuff like "i am pure consciousness" or whatever and the very next moment i had INSANE symptoms (i know shifting can be instant without symptoms), i felt everything spiral around me and it was so weird but not uncomfortable (although i got scared for a sec), then it disappeared and i felt normal again, just back to lying in my bed

AND OH GOD I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING???

so like i said, i went to bed at 1, before i was playing sims 4 and building a house for my DR so i can visualize easier (i cant decide how to set the furniture in my room lol) and when i went to bed my boyfriend also decided to stop working (he works on a computer) and go to sleep with me, so we both lied down, i affirmed a bit, imagined fake scenarios, fell asleep, and woke up from that half-asleep state blah blah blah well i woke up ALONE on the bed, i was lying in the middle of it and i knew i was alone in the bed and i could hear my bf typing on his computer, basically - still working, honestly i have no idea what time was it (i thought it was sometime between 3 and 6 although i actually have no idea anymore and i cant even assume it because it [my bf working at night] didnt happened in this cr). i thought i was in my CR when this happened but apparently not (and im sure it wasnt a dream)

i just asked my bf if he woke up at night to do something on his pc (sometimes he does when hes sending a big file overnight and wakes up to turn computer off), well he told me he didnt so that means he was in the bed with me the whole night and it also wasnt in the morning/noon when he woke up and went back to working, it was before that.

btw excuse me for messy writing but its the excitement and realization lol, and im pretty sure no one will read this anyway ⛓️🔪🩸

back to the topic, i woke up from the weird state, affirmed, the world spiraled, it went to normal, i affirmed again, spiraled again and i think it happened 3 times, every time i had those symptoms i couldnt hear the world around me and when the symptoms were gone i couldnt hear my bf typing and when i heard it for like 3rd time i was kinda upset that the symptoms are teasing me lol and that im still in my CR (probably wasnt because in that reality my bf was working while in CR he was sleeping with me) and i guess i just fell back asleep disappointed although happy i at least had symptoms.

my theory is that i was shifting to a very similar reality, maybe to the past or future, where my bf is working while im sleeping and i wasnt aware of that and then i shifted back to my CR?

[ashoss]

Hii!! This is waterunderthebridge12, I just stumbled across your art of The Robin Declaration and it made my entire week <3333. I love Duke so much and I'm so glad there are others who love him too!!! I would love if you dropped your Duke-centric fic recs, I've only read a few good ones (that aren't just him being an outsider) so any recs are appreciated!

oh my god! hii! im so glad u liked the silly little doodle lol i would love to do an actual drawing for either The Robin Generation or the Robin Declaration !! they were such fun reads and i absolutely adored the way you portrayed all of them <33

unfortunately i dont really have a lot of duke-centric fics but i have a couple!

WHEN EARTH FINDS STARS. by orpheusaki

duke & jason, pre-WAR and signal

15.8k words, 4 chapters (unfinished)

"Let it be known that I completely detest the implications of what this situation is mirroring," Red Hood grumbles to himself and it's the longest string of words Duke has heard from any so-called Gotham vigilante, let alone the one who's known for shooting more than he is talking. "The fuck?" Duke mutters, because if he's already going to die, he might as well try and make sense of it. "I'm not going to care about whatever sob story you have," is what Red Hood replies with instead of explaining, "Where are your parents?" "Gone," is all Duke says, because it's really none of this guy's business. It's also the truth. Somehow, Red Hood sounds even more anguished about this information than Duke is, "Ah shit." (Duke steals the tires off Red Hood's bike and somehow gains a family.)

YOU HEAR ITS SONG FROM THE MORNING BIRDS. (series) by orpheusaki

duke & bruce, duke & batfam

9k words, 3 words (unfinished)

A series of Duke Thomas centric works, mostly featuring his growing relationship with his new kind-of-dad-boss-friend, Bruce Wayne.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich

duke & tim, alfred, bruce

54k words, 6 chapters

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision. And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged. “Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!” “Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

Family-- by incorrectbatfam

duke & batfam

3.3k words, 1 chapter

“Your assignment over the weekend is to write a poem about your family.”

Strange Bedfellows by snackbaskets

duke & steph & jason

2.7k words, 1 chapter

Little known fact about bats: they're AWFUL at sleeping alone. At least, the ones in the Manor seem to be, if the half-conscious kind-of-maybe siblings using Duke as a body pillow are any indication. When did he sign up for this?

Ghosts Of The Past by PlatitudinalTeen

duke & martha, thomas, duke & bruce

7.2k words, 1 chapter

Shortly after moving into Wayne manor, Duke discovers he can commune with the dead when his grandparents, Thomas and Martha Wayne begin to accidentally haunt him. ------- "No powers?" Duke repeated, even more confused as he tried to recall everything he had ever heard about Ghosts. "So, you can't possess anyone or make the lights flicker? What about telekinesis and all the other scary stuff from the books and movies?" "Those things can only be achieved by malicious spirits, dear," Martha told him. "We may be ghosts, but we aren't vengeful." They had made peace with their deaths, and even if they were still tied to the manor, it was exactly where they wanted to be. Thomas chuckled. "Yes, that's more of our son's department," he quipped, using his fingers to mimic Batman's ears. "Vengeance is a young man's game, really."

Starshine by zodarii_dae

duke & bruce, reverse robins

3.6k words, 1 chapter

Duke Thomas is a Gothamite, through and through. There’s not a lot he knows for certain, but he knows that the bagels are great, that Bruce Wayne is stupid rich, and that Batman will always protect him. That’s just how it is. So when Batman promises to bring him to his family, he believes him. Neither of them expected it to happen quite the way it did, but it all works out for the best. Or How Duke loses his parents, gains a new family, and becomes a vigilante- in that order, with some stuff in between.

necessary reminders by Quillium

duke & batfam

5.2k words, 1 chapter

Duke, as Signal becomes known and as Duke becomes part of the Wayne family.

*ao3 acc needed

hope you enjoy !!!