#I’m not denying he’s c*te but ..

[galaxymagick]

@ leo_jungtw

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[lewisvinga]

happier than ever | jude bellingham x fem! fcb femeni! reader

summary; who knew barcelona femeni’s squad was protective after finding out who y/n was dating

face claim; salma paralluelooooo

warnings; cursing , chaos

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! now this one , i like it🙂‍↕️ salma is soooo gorgeous it makes me forget shes a barca player 😞

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; good morning 😴] [caption 2; he says this is the best breakfast ?]

alexiaputellas …..

alexiaputellas who. is. he.

marialeonn16 who the FUCK is that

marialeonn16 it better not be who i think it is

marialeonn16 ANSWER MEEEEEEEE

ingrid_engen whatever makes u happy❤️

ingrid_engen THIS IS MAPI ANSWER ME NOW.

ingrid_engen Y/NNNNNN

ingrid_engen ignore mapi 🙏

patri8guijarro ???😀😀😀

vickyylopezz._ you’re dead amiga

yourusername oh i know 😕

judebellingham who is that sexy fella

yourusername told you to put a shirt on so my teammates wouldn’t go crazy but noooooo u had to show off ur abs😒

judebellingham i didn’t see you complaining🙄🙄

yourusername yeah but now mapi and alexia are spamming my phone 🥱

judebellingham do they know it’s me?

yourusername they know i’m dating someone but mapi keeps censoring words , i don’t know 🤷‍♀️

judebellingham i say hard launch

yourusername u want my teammates to kill u???

judebellingham idk i got a brahim w me

yourusername if he can’t protect u from my teammates then that’s on u

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liked by judebellingham, vickyylopezz._, and others !

yourusername: ☀️

tagged; judebellingham

judebellingham: well you’re a lovely lady, aren’t you

yourusername:🥰🥰

marialeonn16: don’t speak abt my y/n like that.

yourusername: mapi….

judebellingham: crazy but she’s in my bed rn

yourusername: JUDE????

marialeonn16: ?!’alxoqifksofo829399&&

alexiaputellas: i taught you better than this…

yourusername: who am i to deny my desires😞

aitanabonmati: YOU’RE LIKE 12??

yourusername: i’m 19 actually and taller than u

aitanabonmati: so he’s dating someone younger 🤨

judebellingham: by a few months 🤷‍♀️

alexiaputellas: u weren’t invited into this convo

username: the chaos in the comment section is KILLINGGGG ME😭🤣

username: jude has a gf🕊️

username: OH WHAT APOWER COUPLE

username: real madrid’s starboy and barcelona’s stargirl dating was nawt on my bingo card tbh 🙂‍↕️

username: wait…. i’m loving this 🤭

username: SHE LOOKS SOOOO GOOD

username: yall think she was at the ucl final??

patri8guijarro: no.

judebellingham: yes and she wore my jersey😁

aitanabonmati: ?????????????????????

ingrid_engen: y/n plz ignore any call u get from mapi🙏 she will calm down soon enough

marialeonn16: NO ANSWER ME😠

yourusername:🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

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liked by yourusername, olgacarmona7, and others !

judebellingham: la vida 😴

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: te quierooo❤️

judebellingham: te quiero🤍

username: sleeping on the highway

username: SHES SO CUTEEEE

username: i love them ur honor

olgacarmona7: bienvenida a la familia ??

alexiaputellas: no.

judebellingham: SI.

marialeonn16: YOU DON’T KNOW SPANISH🤬

judebellingham: ur star girl is teaching me tho

yourusername: still trying to make him say visca barca but it’s not working 😕

username: i’m a madrid girlie through n through but i love them sm😫

username: everytime i see jude or y/n post each other im ready for the fcb fem team to be chaotic in the comments😭

lucybronze: i’ll let it slide this time

ona.batlle: we don’t do that here☝️

keirawalsh: but he’s english??

yourusername: you girls are so dramatic 😒

vinijr: 👀👀

camavinga: 🤫🤫

brahim: 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

judebellingham: 😁😁

marialeonn16: what does this mean.

yourusername: mapi LEAVE???

alexiaputellas: this is some secret real madrid code. marisabel_rguez what are they saying 😒

marisabel_rguez: 🥸🥸

username: the contrast of the comments section on ig compared to twitter is hilarious 😭

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liked by judebellingham, alexiaputellas, and others !

yourusername: happier than ever

tagged; judebellingham

judebellingham: better when i’m w you😍😍

judebellingham: i love you te quiero mucho

judebellingham: i have the best gf itw

judebellingham: y/n l/n is my girlfriend guys

judebellingham: i am the luckiest man ever

yourusername:STOP i love you🥹

judebellingham: I LOVE YOU

alexiaputellas: 😒😒😒

yourusername: i’m telling on u rn btw

marialeonn16: damage control🥱

yourusername: ingrid_engen

marialeonn7: THATS NOT FAIR

username: jude is such a simp omg🥹

username: hes js like me fr

username: JUDES COMMENT IMOSOFK😭💓💞💞💖💘💘💞💓💞💘💖💝

username: screaming crying throwing up

marialeonn16: cute.

yourusername: thank u ingrid

ingrid_engen: 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

alexiaputellas: as long as you’re happy, nena ❤️

yourusername: gracias olga

olgarios:😁

vickyylopezz._: SIMP

yourusername: oh shut up🙄

aitanabonmati: ok then… whatever makes you happy

judebellingham: i makes her happy😁

keirawalsh: hey don’t push it 🙄

username: the way they’re dominating football rn, dare i say mini goats 🤭

username: MIS AMORES😭❤️‍🩹

[ericshoney]

Best friend’s bro ~ Ji Changmin (SMUT)

It was a hot Saturday, you was over at your best friend, Lily, house. You two were relaxing by the large pool, taking in the sun in your very tiny bikinis. You two were just chatting and relaxing, when Lily’s older brother walks through, shirtless. You could see his abs.

“Hi girls, don’t mind me working out a bit do you?” He asks, a smirk on his face, showing that large dimple.

“Fine but why are you shirtless? I have a friend over!” Lily shouts.

“Its hot baby sis~” He replies and winks towards you.

You could feel the blush on your cheeks, you had to admit, Changmin was hot! Him and Lily defiantly got lucky genes. You’ve always had your eyes on the older male, his flirty attitude always being the key point in your conversations.

Changmin turns his back to you both and begins working out, Lily  goes back to sunbathing as you secretly admire the man. The three of you falling into a comfortable silence.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said to Lily after a while.

“Okay you know where it is!” She cheers sweetly. 

You smile at your best friend and glance at her brother. Changmin smirks at you as you wander inside. You walk up to the bathroom to handle your business, wondering why Changmin was smirking like that, you couldn’t deny it was hot, but just why.

As you walk out the bathroom after doing your business, you bump into a hard, sweaty chest. You glance up to see Changmin still smirking at you.

“H-Hi” You said, making the male laugh.

“Hi pretty girl~” He replies casually.

“W-What are you doing?” You ask him.

“I see you, always checking me out. I don’t blame you, I am hot. Your not too bad yourself.” He responds, making you scoff.

“Thanks Changmin.” You said, trying to push past him, but Changmin has other ideas.

Changmin pushes you against the wall, his lips quickly meeting yours in a much needed and heated kiss. You gasp, giving him the change to slide his tongue into your mouth. His hands travel down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks softly.

“Hey Y/n I’m gonna head to the store to get ice cream!” Lily shouts from downstairs. Changmin pulls away for a second so you can reply.

“Okay!” You shout back.

You two then hear Lily leave the house, Changmin smirks again.

“Fuck me.” He said.

“What?” You call.

“I said fuck me, Lil’s gone out and your hot, I’m hot,, let’s fuck.” He said.

Before you could answer, Changmin kisses you, hard. He grabs your waist, his large hands roughly on body. You moan into his mouth as he lifts you up with ease.

“Changmin!” You scream as the boy laughs.

He carries you to his bedroom, throwing you gently onto his bed. He climbs on top of you smiling wide.

“Yes?” He calls, you glance down and see he’s hard through his shorts.

“Admiring the view? This is what you do to me baby.” He said, his voice above a whisper.

You look into his dark brown eyes as his hands travel down to your bikini bottoms, the smirk making its way to his face again when he realises your wet. His thumb circling your clit softly.

“i’m going to make you cum so many time baby.” He said.

He pushes your bottoms to the side, sliding two fingers into you. You moan at the sudden feeling as he moves them in and out quickly.

“C-Changmin... hmm.” You moan softly.

“Is it good baby?” He asks softly

“Hmm.” You moan again.

Changmin smiles and continues moving his fingers, your walls clenching around the digits. You then moan, cumming on his fingers. He chuckles, slipping them out and sucking on them.

“C-Changmin want you in please.” You whimper, wanting more.

“Hmm? Beg for it.” He said as he finishes licking his fingers.

“B-Beg?” You stutter, Changmin laughs and pulls away slightly, pulling his phone out.

“Yes angel, beg. Come on Lil’s still in the store.” He said.

“How do you know?” I ask.

“I have a tracker on her phone. But that’s not the point, you want my dick, beg for it.” He replies.

You look up at the still smirking boy, that dimple deep in his cheek. You was feeling very flustered and horny, seeing the tent in his shorts.

“Please Changmin.” You said softly.

Changmin throws his phone down, moving closer to you, your foreheads touching.

“Please what princess?” He asks.

“Please fuck me.” You cave in.

“My pleasure babygirl” He said with a kiss on your lips.

Changmin then pulls your bottoms down slamming into you quickly. You moan loudly as he moves his hips quickly. His large dick deep in you and you wonder how you managed to fit all of him.

The bed rocks with force, slamming against the wall, you moan in pleasure, your body on cloud nine, the the wave of pleasure hits you.

“Fuck cumming!” You scream.

Changmin chuckles and with another hard thrust, you cum hard all over his bed. He moves quickly and finishes in you, your bodies both covered in a thin layer of sweat. He pulls out gently, kissing your lips softly, both of you smiling wide, until you hear the door open.

“I’m home!” Lily shouts from downstairs.

“Fuck!” Changmin shouts.

You two scamper around his room to get changed quickly, you both running downstairs. You see Lily in the kitchen, unloading food.

“Sorry it took so long, it was busy.” She said, her back to you both.

“Its okay Lil.” You said. She turns around and smiles at you and her brother.

“How come your both sweaty?” She asks, tilting her head slightly.

“Umm, Changmin was showing me some work outs!” You shout in a quick lie, Changmin nodding along.

“Oh, that’s cool! So ice cream?” She calls, holding up three tubs.

You smile, slightly happy for your best friends obliviousness. You all head outside with the ice cream.

You glance at Changmin who smirks and winks at you and you know you two will be having more fun like that in the near future.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello dears💖, thanks to @savvythepirate /@inner-sparkle-inner-writings this request.

Davey Jones x reader🐙 Lost love🐙💖

Synopsis: davey jones is usually a cold and fearsome captain towards y/n and the crew. He didn't realize he had feelings for her until tradergy stuck. Y/n was smart enough that she could sense some change in the captains behaviour. She tried to confront him, which resulted in something rather odd.

Warnings: drowning

The seas rose over the flying Dutchman, waves crash amongst the ship and the crew kept pushing against the ships current. “Put yer backs into it” The crack of the whip shot straight into the crewmembers backs, they had to keep pushing through. Davey Jones was and will always be a ruthless captain, feared amongst men and sailors. No one dared question the captain, he was forever to roam the depths of the seas with the lingering souls he deemed as new members. The crewmembers do not wish to communicate to their captain unless necessary, Davey would threaten to have their heads fed to the kraken if they dared disturbed him.

However, below the ships deck, sat a girl, a girl with so much sympathy and empathy any sailor would mistake her for a goddess. Y/n was the kindest of souls, never once did she raise a hand to anyone nor even slaughter a man for sport. Y/n would try her best to help the crew mates so they weren’t always in pain, she would try to give them more food than herself and wipe the barnacles off their face. The crew members of the ship would normally be thankful for y/n’s kindness. One thing still stands as a challenge, the captain of the ship, he was closed off from everyone and he enjoyed his crews torment. “Faster” the fiery whip cracked against the crew’s back, y/n couldn’t stand the sound of the men screaming in agony. Y/n prayed each night that the men taken in wouldn’t have it so bad as the last bunch, sometimes the sounds of the screams would haunt her.

Y/n thought about confronting the captain about his cruel methods, Davey Jones may have frightened her at times, but she was strong, strong enough to stop the cruelty on this ship. Y/n got up from the comfort of her bunk and headed up towards the captains cabin. The screams of men still echoed through the ships walls, barnacles grew along the walls of the ship and water poured on the ships deck. “Cap’n” y/n shouted, her hand banged against the door, the waves crashes were so loud that it would take a miracle for Davey to even answer. “Cap’n” y/n shouted once more, the door was cracked with barnacles and the wood rotting from the outside. The door to the cabin swung open with Davey Jones growling at whom may be disturbing him “and what ye request be, I be busy”. Davey was in no mood to have anyone disturb him; he would hold his sword to their throat unless the reason was good enough. “C-cap’n it’s me y/n, I need to talk to ya about something” y/n stuttered hoping the captain wouldn’t kill her.  

Davey looked down, his tentacles twitched and turned at the sight of a woman before him. “Ye best be havin a good reason lass” Davey growled “I, I want to request that you stop treating the crew with cruelty”. Davey took a smoke from his pipe raising an eyebrow “stop? Ye want me te’ stop orderin’ me crew” he nearly laughed. Y/n shook her head and pleaded “please Davey, these men are screaming in agony, they’re in pain, they are pleading for death”. Y/n was standing close, too close for even his own liking “ye plead be denied”. Davey turned back into his cabin when y/n grabbed his hand out of frustration, she stood white as a ghost at the realization of what she had done. “I’m sorry Cap’n, please don’t throw me overboard” the touch of y/n’s hand was warm compared to Jones’s, it was smooth, she had no lumpy barnacles. He took one glance at the girl’s soft hand, it brought back something, something he wished to forget.

Davey out of frustration hit y/n’s hand away “Ye pleadin’ be denied” he shouted slamming the door shut. Y/n was slightly confused, he was angered, normally the captain would laugh in their face if they made such a request. What perked her curiosity was when he showed frustration over her touch, her soft skin brought back something.

On the other side of the door stood Jones, the tentacles below his chin twirled and twisted, Davey sighed to himself as he wandered over to the organ. The tentacles placed themselves over the keys ready to be played, and yet he couldn’t start the song, of course the notes were lingering over his mind, yet he couldn’t play. He furrowed his eyebrows, something caused him infliction, the way y/n touched him had broken something within him. Fragments of memories started to flood his mind, it wasn’t of slaughtering and his triumph but of a girl, a girl that shrouded him with pain from his past. The memories of her would be too hard to bear, she broke his love, and he could no longer mend the past.

He blamed this on y/n, she was reason for this sudden spurt of memories arising. The tentacles started to press down on the organ and one by one they started to play. One of the tentacles briefly brushed over a locket, the locket was gripped by the tentacle as he opened it up. Davey’s eyes softened at the sight of his old beloved, the one who broke his heart, within all the memories they came flooding back.

A single tear streamed down his tentacle beard, he missed her more than the seas could remember and yet couldn’t bear to mend the past. The rest of his tentacles played over the organ slowing down, within a split second his soft demeanor had gone. Davey needed to concentrate on being a captain all his reputation, his triumph, his glory will not go to waste at the mere sight of a girl. He will play the fearsome captain he was supposed to be.

Y/n meanwhile was busy down in the sleeping quarters, it’s where she ate and slept, it wasn’t fancy don’t get her wrong. The barnacles grew out of the walls and many of the crew mates were quite rowdy. Y/n placed a wet cloth over one of the whipped crewmates faces, the pain made him wince a few times. “It’s not your fault you ended up this way” she whispered; the crewmate looked up into y/n’s sympathetic eyes. “High tides at sea, cap’n as ordered us above deck” one of the crew members barked out. Y/n got to her station and rushed out the door to see waves bigger than what she was used too. They were high, high enough to touch the mast of the ship “everyone get to their stations” the first mate ordered.

“Y/n, hurry up lass” one of the men shouted “Aye”, y/n needed to grab a bucket to push the water over board. At this point the waves crashing were so much to handle it sent some of the crew members flying back, Y/n had trouble seeing where anyone was. “Hey!” she shouted; the waves covered the sound of her voice. There was a wave so big that even Poseidon couldn’t tame it, it swept y/n off her feet into the ocean. The current was so big that salt water filled her nose, she had no time for breaks, staying above the water was all that mattered. The sea tossed and turned y/n over head first into the water causing her to cough up the water she inhaled. “HELP!” she screamed “PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!” the flying Dutchman was starting to fall behind “Cap’n man overboard”. The crew prepared to turn around when the first mate stopped them “why are we turnin’ get back on track”.

“She be a lass drownin’ at sea” the man y/n tried to help shouted “it don’t matter, we need to keep goin’, turn the ship”. The man was shoved by the first mate “we keep goin’, as fer the rest of you scurvy dogs get back to yer stations”. Davey opened the door to his cabin, the seas were raising too high for his liking, his eyes scanned the area, he couldn’t see y/n. “Where be y/n” he shouts to his first mate “gone overboard cap’n, we be travellin’ back on course”. Davey’s eyes widened at the sudden news “turn the ship around to where she be” the first mate interjected “but cap’n-“.

Davey turned around pointing his sword at his first mates neck “unless ye disobey me orders, the kraken be hungry”. The flying Dutchman was suddenly pulled to turn, the ship took a different course, the seas crashed with the roar of the wind. “Cap’n we spotted the lass” the crewmate shouts overboard the Dutchman, Davey roared with the sound of the wind “Pull er’ in”. The men wasted no time and lowered the nets to catch y/n, the seas howled higher within each reach. The men reached to grab her by the arm, y/n was knocked out cold, water filled her lungs as she was hoisted on the ship.

The crew surrounded y/n, Davey stood back watching the horror’s unfold, if he were religious, he would’ve prayed to see y/n have the light of day once again. “Y/n” he muttered quietly, one of the crewmates placed an ear to her chest “cap’n, the lass, she may be…”.

He couldn’t bare it, he didn’t want to, the only one of his crew members he cared about was her. “y/n” he muttered once more beneath his breath, his tentacles stood still, he just wanted the girl to come back.

One of the crew members had pressed against y/n’s chest, silence filled the air, Davey wouldn’t take his eyes off y/n for a split second.

Suddenly a sound of coughing emerged, salt water started to spill out of y/n’s mouth. “Ah, I, I” y/n was dazed, her body was exhausted “Cap’n I’m so sorry, I tried to call out and-“ y/n didn’t know why she would even expect sympathy from a fearsome captain. “Take er’ to me quarters” Davey barked out, the crew wasted no time and helped y/n to the captains quarters. “Cap’n” y/n muttered silently, she noticed the way his eyes glanced, they were quite strained of stress.

Y/n hoped the captain wouldn’t scold her; it wasn’t her fault the waves were the size of Poseidon’s trident. Y/n was halted into the captains quarters, the crew leave with hesitation, they wouldn’t want to be around the captain any longer. “Yes cap’n, I’m sorry, I shou-“ y/n was cut off “ye made worried” he softly muttered. Y/n was confused, she had the suspicion she was in trouble instead she got a different response. “Ye made me, question somethin’ I ain’t supposed ta know” Davey growled with anger “Ye pleas ain’t gonna save ye this time”. Y/n threw herself against the wall in fear Jones would throw his sword against her neck.

“Ye not ta’ be wanderin’ around the edge of the ships deck” Davey didn’t even threaten her, he didn’t even punish her. “May I ask cap’n, why did ya save me, you could’ve replaced me with another lost soul” Davey went quiet, he couldn’t exactly say himself why he put the effort into ordering his crew to save one dying soul. “Do, do you care for me” the words slipped out of y/n’s mouth, she was curious, she had to know. “ye better get back to yer station, yer flyin’ Bilge rat” Davey turned his back on y/n, he was frustrated with the actions he just committed. Y/n out of nowhere ran up and hugged him from behind “Thank you cap’n, I knew ye weren’t heartless”.

Davey stood still frozen with shock, no one had ever done this “I” he muttered before y/n turned around going back to the sleeping quarters. The action had left him with utter bewilderment, y/n’s skin was pressed against the slimly coat of his arms. “Y/n” he muttered, she left in a hurry, something soft awakened within him. The tentacles around his face somewhat reached out to her, he couldn’t believe his eyes, these feelings had left him frozen. The way y/n acted, her kindness, it was never something he had experienced before. Davey wasn’t one for softness, certainly to an extend to his cruelty but he would possibly spare y/n the pain of his torment amongst the souls.

The tentacles curled back into position as his eyes softened, would it be possible that his love could be mended. No one has ever tried mostly because of fear and his last love had broken his heart.

To love another would be debatable, he swore to keep a close eye on y/n and if any of the crew members cross her, he would feed them to the kraken. Davey didn’t exactly follow y/n, he certainly couldn’t let her know.

Y/n peaked around the corner with a plate of her own food, it nearly jumped the captain. “I’m back, I thought we could eat together” the sight of y/n made his tentacles curl. “Ye may stay but speak of this ta’ anyone’ an’ it be cleanin’ fer the next century” Jones somewhat threatened.

Y/n grinned with a warm smile and sat in the captains quarters, eating with the most fearsome captain in all the seven seas.

Anway’s that’s all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

Oneshot requests: open

[pascalpanic]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Six

Summary: Javier is in trouble.

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: language, blood, graphic injuries and descriptions of them, discussions of bombings, so much angst, oh god so much angst, mentions of death

A/N: Well, things can’t go right forever. This was so hard to write but so interesting at the same time! I hope you guys like it, even though it’s not exactly happy. Big thanks to my boo @remmysbounty as always for being my brainstorming helper/idea generator/Colombian culture expert! I wanna say enjoy but that feels mean also uhhh hi I don’t know shit about medical stuff. I try to keep it as vague as possible to avoid inaccuracies but there might be some unrealistic stuff in there.

also!!! I have over 300 followers now??!?!?! thank you all for following me I love u guys so much I wanna give each of you a kith on the forehead post covid!!

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A week or two passed. You didn’t see Javier. It wasn’t surprising, you were both busy people.

One morning, something happened. The entire building shook a little. Not much, just enough to rattle the medical tools on the tray, to make a little splash of the water on the patient’s bedside table. There was a noise, though, through the open window. A giant crash.

A few minutes later, the hospital’s fleet of ambulances was deployed, sirens blaring. The hospital erupts in chaos around you as you leave your patient’s room, nurses running and readying beds. You find Connie at the nurses’ station and she looks just as frantic as everyone else. “What’s going on?” You ask, her panicked face making your heart rate rise.

She shakes her head, aggressively pushing buttons on the desk phone. “There was some kind of explosion. I don’t know what or where but you heard and felt that, right?” She asks, shoving the phone between her ear and shoulder. “I’ve tried calling Steve five times and Javier three and neither of them have responded. I’m just praying they’re safe,” she murmurs, and your heart stops. You hadn’t even considered that Javier could be involved in this yet. 

Lorena rushes past the two of you, wheeling an empty bed. “Connie, Ana, let’s go. Our medics are saying they have 12 filled ambulances coming our way,” she calls out to you two.

“I’m trying to reach Steve,” she shouts back. “I’ll be there once he picks up.”

Lorena looks mad, already filled with adrenaline and frustration, but she can’t deny her that. “Better hurry,” she groans and keeps rushing down the hallway. “Lucia said it’s all hands on deck to the ER. That includes us!” She calls behind her. “Bring any empty beds you can get.”

Neither you nor Connie is processing correctly, but you bite your lip. “I’m sure it’ll be okay. Hurry down when you’re done,” you tell her and follow Lorena’s lead, grabbing an empty bed and speed-walking it to the nearest elevator. 

The ambulances begin arriving and the ER is filled with nurses and patients, people in varying states of injury. People were even beginning to enter through the front now, those who could make it to the hospital in a car or on foot. 

It’s chaos, people flooding in faster than you can count or bring back. Some nurses start ordering people by severity of injuries, making sure that those in ambulances receive beds first and that the worst injuries are treated fastest. You’re going to start running out soon, you think to yourself, but you silently hope that you’ll have enough.  Both you and Lorena get people into rooms, frantically rushing back to bring people to rooms once your current patient is properly settled.

All of a sudden, your world freezes and your blood runs ice cold. As you walk past the unloading ambulances, you see a man with a large piece of shrapnel protruding from his abdomen. It looks god awful, and you rush to help, only to see Steve Murphy emerge from the ambulance. There’s a terrified look on his face as he looks down at the man and oh no, oh fuck, you’re not sure if you say that aloud but you might as you realize that the man on the stretcher is Javier. Your Javi. From your throat comes a strangled cry, and it takes all of the conscious energy you have not to drop to your knees.

Steve’s eyes meet yours and you’re filled with an adrenaline rush, taking the stretcher from the EMTs and thanking them, flying into action. A nurse comes to take him and you immediately get him moving, past her. “I’m overseeing this one personally. Take the blonde to Connie and take her patient from her,” you shout at her, nodding towards Steve. Connie’s already behind you, and you hear her shout her husband’s name and run into his arms. 

Javier’s eyes are fluttering, and you’re unsure if he can hear you, but you try. As you rush along with the stretcher, you can’t help but wince at the massive piece of some material buried deep in his abdomen, the way his face is drained of color. He’s covered in blood, the wound creating a dark red stain on his shirt. It’s bleeding uncontrollably. This is probably the worst injury you’ve seen, you think to yourself. The wound is bigger, but it reminds you of the woman you lost from Escobar’s hit, the one you couldn’t save, who reached out to you when she was dying. You couldn’t save her, and that night is a heavy and anxious presence in your mind- the night you met the man you’re currently very close to losing. You can’t help yourself: you start crying, murmuring reassurances to Javier as you wheel him through the winding halls of the hospital.

At this point, you need to get upstairs. You push the cot into the elevator, frantically pressing the button for the right floor and then the close button. As the doors slide shut, you take one of Javier’s hands and stand over him. Teardrops fall from your face to his as you finally let yourself stop for a moment and sob, pressing his knuckles to your lips. He must be somewhat conscious, you realize, as he grips your fingers back.

To your surprise, his ash-covered and bleeding lips part and begin to move. “Está lloviendo,” Javier murmurs, his eyes darting about beneath their lids.

“No, Javi, it’s me. It’s not raining, it’s just me, you’re safe now,” you murmur into his hand, clutching it even tighter. His lips find a soft smile and he squeezes your hand tight.

“Ah,” he croaks as he hears your voice, seeming content. “Mi hermosa. Te quiero, ¿lo sabes?” he asks, making you cry even harder. He can’t possibly mean it- he’s lost a lot of blood and his body is most definitely in shock, but those words wrench your heart even harder. 

The elevator opens and you drag the gurney out, into a room that’s unoccupied. Javier’s losing quite a bit of blood from the massive impalement in his torso, and you have to admit that you’re absolutely terrified. The terror is evident in your voice when you pick up your walkie-talkie, holding down the button. “Room 639. Please send Lorena or Connie, please, it’s Ana and I need you,”  you sob into the little machine. “It’s Javi, oh God,” you manage out before another sob overtakes you, and you toss the device onto the counter. 

You need to make a decision and it has to be quick. The shrapnel will have to stay in until you can get him into the operating room- you grab the machine again. “Is the OR taken?” you ask.

“No, we’re clear. You got a patient who needs it?”

“Yeah, I’ll wheel him down. Massive shard of some kind of metal in his abdomen. Might’ve impacted an organ. There’s a lot of blood,” you say into the thing, already pulling Javier’s cart along and breaking into a jog. “Headed down now.”

The people lining the halls make way as you rush through them, tears streaming down your face. Javier babbles incoherent thoughts, reaching a hand up for you. “No, Javier,” you tell him softly and push it down, pushing his hair from his face instead and resting your hand on his cheek. It’s all too familiar, just like the way the girl reached out to you just before she died. “Don’t move too much. I’m right here, I’ve got you,” you tell him, trying to be reassuring but your voice cracking. You push through the swinging doors to the OR and find a team ready for you, including Lorena, which makes you sigh in relief. The doctor takes over, and she and several nurses get Javier onto the operating table. They strap a mask around his face for the anesthesia, and you rush to his side, holding his hand tight and standing over him.

His hand squeezes yours back, his eyes still shut. They flutter open at the sensation of the mask being strapped around his mouth, but you squeeze his fingers and kiss the tips softly. “It’s okay Javi, they’re going to put you under so it doesn’t hurt as bad. Okay?” you ask, brushing the ash and blood from his face.

He nods a little, then grunts at the effort it took. As he opens his eyes once more, the operating light makes a halo above your head. The air starts to smell different, he thinks, but it’s not what’s most important to him right now. You are, standing there and looking like the epitome of his saving grace. “Mi ángel,” he murmurs, a smile beneath that plastic mask. “Te quiero, mi ángel,” he murmurs before his grip on your hand goes slack, the anesthesia putting him under.

-

Down the hall, Steve sits on a hospital bed, looking annoyed. “Con, I told you I’m fine,” he shakes his head. “You already bandaged up the scratch,” he says, gesturing to the gash that required stitches but is now neatly taped on his forehead. “Discharge me already.”

Connie shakes her head, sliding the curtains closed to the room. She sits on the side of the bed and takes Steve’s face in her hands, kissing him deeply and passionately. “You idiot!” she exclaims as she breaks away. “The one day you and Javier get off your asses is the day there’s a fucking bombing!” Connie kisses him again, just as deep and lovingly. “I was so scared,” she admits, her voice cracking and her blue eyes welling with tears. “I called your desk seven times, and Javi’s five.” “Speaking of-”

“He’s in the operating room, I just heard it over the radios. Doctor’s worried. He’s lost a ton of blood and it looks like it’s a really nasty wound,” she admits, still holding Steve’s face in her hands. “I’m scared,” she says honestly, the tears starting to fall from her eyes. “But you’re okay,” she says with a small smile, caressing the side of his face. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” she says, voice watery as her emotions switch from relief to anger. “You’ve been kidnapped, you’ve been shot at, and now we might lose Javi. No more,” she begs, clutching at his arms now. 

Steve sighs and shakes his head. “I can’t promise that, Connie. Escobar’s still out there.” “Then the second you idiots get him, I’m booking us a one-way ticket to Miami and I’m never turning back. With or without you, do you hear me?” She tells him forcefully, though they both know it’s an empty threat, and if Steve says yes, it’ll be an empty promise. 

He simply nods and Connie kisses him again, deeply, putting all of her love for him into it. “I’ll go sign the discharge papers. Will you go get some stuff from our place and Javier’s?” She asks after she breaks away. Steve nods and she kisses him quickly, one last time.

“Go check in on the operation,” he tells her and kisses her forehead. “I love you,” he tells her honestly, squeezing her hand before she stands.

Connie gives a small smile in return. “I love you too, Steve,” she says before leaving the room.

-

The second Javier succumbs to the medicine, your lip quivers as you hold back tears, setting down his hand. The doctor gets to work, ordering the other nurses around. “Lori. Ana. Out.”

“No, let her stay,” Lorena says quickly. “This is her boyfriend. She’s a qualified professional. She won’t operate but she has to stay.”

The doctor sighs but nods. She has a point. “Fine. Out of the way then,” she says and gestures to the corner. Lorena takes your arm and drags you over, your body complying despite your mind reeling and still hovering over Javier. 

You’re shaking, you realize, as Lorena wraps you in her arms and squeezes you tight. You hug her back, her stable body making you shake even harder. You finally let out a sob into her shoulder, wailing as loud as you need to, now that you know Javi can’t hear it. Lorena just holds you, letting you sob into her and squeeze her as tight as you need to. Your body wracks with the sobs, your agony and fear being let out into her body. 

As the tears slow, you give one last shuddering sob and just rest in your best friend’s arms. Your breathing is shaky but comes back to normal. “He told me he loves me,” you whimper into her chest, breaking away and wiping the tears from your face. “He hasn’t done that yet, but he just told me it twice.”

You turn back to look at the operating table, wincing as you see the amount of blood on the hands of the nurses and surgeon. It’s a godawful sight, the man you love in this situation. A shiver runs down your body and you pull Lorena into another hug. “I love him too. I didn’t tell him that but I do. I’m so scared, Lori. He needs to hear it, he needs to pull through this so I can tell him that I love him too.” You look up from her shoulder to the table, and whisper your plea. “Please, Javi.”

-

Translations:

Está lloviendo- it’s raining

Mi hermosa- my beautiful (girl, partner, etc.)

¿Lo sabes?- do you know that?

Mi ángel- my angel

Te quiero- I love you

-

taglist:

@diogodxlot @wonderlandgabby @yooforia @blo0dangel @sara-alonso @dodgerandevans @pedrosmustache

[blush-and-books]

high school au, luke pining for julie, friendship on the cusp of something more?, dahlias

ahh got carried away with this one too would you look at that. this is another combo drabble -- @ the anon who sent the request “high school au, fluff, confession, the chain on luke’s jeans.” this one doesn’t have a precise confession, but... I think you’ll still enjoy it. both of you, hopefully!! thank you guys so much for the amazing requests.

Luke would buy Julie flowers for a wide variety of reasons. 

Their friends thought it was almost ridiculous how often Luke would show up at school or band practice or even Julie’s house with a bouquet of dahlias with some reason behind it that wasn’t the fact that he was in love with her and giving her flowers was his romantic love language. 

(Yes, we all know his primary love language is touch, but he will hug a stranger he met on the street, so it carries significantly less weight.)

He knows that dahlias are her favorite flower, and he knows how important it is that there are always dahlias in the house to keep the spirit of her mom around in a symbolic way. Wherever there are dahlias, there is Rose -- and Luke understood that almost better than any of their friends. 

Which is why he would come up with excuses to give Julie flowers all of the time. 

The night of a show? Flowers. Her birthday? Flowers. A good grade on a test, she’s having a bad week, or just him noticing that the current bouquet is dying? Flowers.

You get the picture.

On the anniversary of her mom’s passing, the dark date falls on a school day. Julie doesn’t show, which is expected from their friend group -- and when she ignores text messages, they all assume she’s taking the day to herself. 

In hopes of making her smile, Luke drops by the store on the way back from school and picks up a bouquet to bring by the Molina household before heading home. 

(Or sticking around to hang out with Julie. He would painfully prefer the second option, but also is well aware that this is a day that she needs to be alone.)

Ray Molina wears a grim smile when he sees Luke on the other side of the threshold. 

“You’re sweet, mijo. I would let you go say hi, but she woke up sick, and she could barely stand. We were going to go visit her mom today, but we want to make sure she’s there so we are postponing it for a few days. She’s pretty upset.”

Hearing that she’s sick, and likely very depressed, only makes Luke more tempted to respectfully push past her father and run up to her room to comfort her. 

“Oh,” he says instead, shoulders slumping. He holds out the bouquet of dahlias. “Okay, well, can you give these to her for me? I’m sure she’s been having a rough day, and-”

A handful of distinct thumps cut him off, and both him and Ray turn to look at the source of the sound: The staircase, where Julie is stumbling step by step, wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Julie!” 

Without hesitation, Luke crosses the threshold and darts into the house to check on Julie, alongside Ray. She’s hardly standing, and her eyes are almost fully shut as she clutches the blanket and murmurs to herself in Spanish. 

“Papa, estoy lista,” she hums into the air as they grip her arms and try to get her to sit down. “¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este.” 

Luckily, Luke’s known her long enough to be able to make out what she’s saying, and finds himself running his hand over her forehead -- God, she’s burning up -- and over her hair. 

“Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa.”

His Spanish is definitely average, but he knows enough to talk her down to the floor and get her resting against him as Ray looks between them with wide eyes. Luke feels himself blushing and his skin is so warm that he wonders if it could pass for a fever of his own. While her dad clearly wants to have a conversation later that Luke had been dreading  -- even though they were literally friends -- there is more focus on getting Julie back up to her room. 

“I’ll carry her back up,” Ray decides, grunting as he stands. He leans back down to tap on his daughter’s shoulders and coax her off of Luke, but she only presses farther into the boy; clutching onto his arm for dear life. Both Luke and Ray know that this means. 

“I’ll get her upstairs.” Ray nods at Luke, staring down at his daughter in the guitarist’s arms, wondering how the two of them happened right before his eyes and how Luke could never conceive how Julie adores him.

“Gracias, mijo.”

Julie is already close to his side, so all it takes is a strategic shift for him to be able to slip his right arm under her legs and tighten his arm around her back. “Okay, mi mariposita enferma, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Quiero ver a mi mamá,” she mumbles lucidly into his neck. Luke feels his heart throb under his ribs, because he knows how hard this is for her, and he just wants to make everything better for her even though no one has that kind of power. 

(Except for Julie herself. She can always make everything better for him.)

“Yo se,” he whispers back, almost at the top of the stairs. “Te traería si yo pudiera te traer.”

She doesn’t say any more, but she presses herself even closer and he worries that she may be on the verge of tears. Refusing to look down at her for fear his heart will shatter, he gently slips through her bedroom door and lays her on the mattress; pulling the covers back over her in an instant because she started shivering the second he put her down. 

She murmurs “quiero mi mama” a handful of times, and Ray brings up a cup of steaming tea, and Luke finds himself sitting on the edge of her bed trying to get her to drink some of it. 

Eventually, she gives in, grumbling more Spanish that was so quick and quiet and run together that Luke couldn’t even attempt to decipher it. 

“You should probably go home, mijo,” Ray says after a few moments. “Go take a shower and pop some Vitamin C. I didn’t mean to put you at risk.”

“No, Sir, it’s okay. I needed to make sure Julie was alright.” Gazing down at the half-asleep girl who is curled in bed with a mountain of blankets and a teddy bear pressed into her chest, Luke remembers the bouquet downstairs. “Do you mind if I put the flowers in a vase before I go?”

Who would Ray be to deny him that?

With a head nod towards the door, he gives the teenager a small grin. “Go for it, mijo. You know where the vases are by now.”

He does. And he makes quick work of a nice light pink one, tucking the bundle inside after filling it with water. After scribbling down a note on a nearby piece of paper, he is skipping every other step as he rushes up the stairs. He finds Ray hovering by the doorway, keeping watch over Julie.

The vase is positioned on her nightstand, with the note tucked under the base. Luke tries to stay as quiet as possible, because he doesn’t know if she’s asleep or awake when-

There’s an insistent pull against the chain on his jeans. 

Julie has reached out from under the covers and hooked two fingers around it to keep him close. Without opening her eyes, a small smile forms on her face: “Gracias para las flores.” And if Luke listens even closer: “Te amo.”

Julie’s dad is six feet away, but Luke forgets all about that when he unlatches her hand from the chain and presses her palm against his lips. 

“Cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa.” Quietly, murmured against her palm like a promise, “te amo.”

Her grin impossibly widens, which is the most emotion she’s shown the whole time he’s been there. It makes his chest ache a little that he managed to make her smile, even a little bit, even in this state. 

He would do just about anything to keep her smiling. 

--

The next morning is a Saturday, so he sleeps in, and plans to go over to see Julie again. He doesn’t have to wonder long if she’s still in the same state, because he wakes up to a text from her on his phone: Dad says you were killing the Spanish game yesterday. Bravo. 

And BTW, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.

And once again, Julie is the one making him smile.

TRANSLATIONS (not my four years of Spanish finally popping in):

- Papa, estoy lista. ¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este = Dad, I’m ready... Why is Luke here? I don’t want him to see me like this.

- Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa. = I brought flowers for you, Sit down, please, and don’t worry about your appearance. You’re always beautiful.

- mi mariposita enferma = my little sick butterfly

- quiero ver a mi mama = i want to see my mom

- yo se, te traería si yo pudiera te traer =  I know, I would bring you if I could bring you

- gracias para las flores, te amo = thank you for the flowers, I love you.

- cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa. te amo = anything for you, butterfly. i love you.

[burning-the-write-oil]

Dame un beso

Summary: Reader finally gets to visit Javier and have some much needed time together.

Characters: Javier Peña/F!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: explicit sexual references, swearing, established relationship, dirty talk, oral (f)

A/N: So this is very random and I literally got the idea the other day and wrote it all today. Thank me watching The Mandalorian, Narcos, and thirsting over Pedro Pascal. I get the hype now lol. I hope this isn’t too bad and it’s maybe half as hot as it was in my head. Enjoy! And please like, reblog, and comment!

Side note: Requests are open and I’m now accepting requests for Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) and Javier Peña (Narcos).

Masterlist

You glanced over your shoulder towards the bedroom behind you, the door open just enough that you could still see the man draped in the white, cotton sheets still asleep. His chest rose and fell steadily and you couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your lips, before returning to your previous task. 

You’d woken up before Javier and decided to make you both some breakfast; something you both usually didn’t get around to if you stayed in bed too long. And you figured he wouldn’t be up for at least a little while longer, considering the hour you both finally tired and fell asleep. The delicious ache could still be felt at the apex of your thighs, only further extending the sated feeling in your body.

You returned your attention back to the stove in front of you, cooking together some of the vegetables you found leftover in Javi’s fridge and a few eggs. The A/C in the small apartment wasn’t the best, leaving you in a clean pair of underwear and the button-down you had carelessly helped him take off last night, the shirt open and barely covering your breasts. You barely heard the sound of footsteps across the hardwood floor before a pair of arms wrapped around your middle.

“I’m a little hurt that I woke up to an empty bed,” Javi mumbled behind you, pressing your back to his bare chest as he leaned down to press kisses along the side of your face.

You hummed in agreement, continuing to mix the food together as the kisses began to move to your jaw.

“Thought I’d make us some breakfast since I was up.” You smiled, turning your head ever so slightly to meet his warm, brown eyes.

“I was planning on eating something else.” He gently bit at the skin on the side of your neck before soothing the spot with a kiss.

You’d be lying if you didn’t feel heat start to pool at your center and you scoffed with a smirk. 

“Well, I at least made coffee that I know you won’t turn down.” You gestured towards the small dining table across the room that had two mugs of coffee on it.

“You’re an angel.” He leaves one more kiss on your neck before releasing you to go take a drink of the coffee.

You finish cooking up breakfast and turn off the burner before you turn around fully to face him, your eyes widening slightly to see him only in a pair of jeans. Unbuttoned. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before meeting his eyes. You’ve barely been up an hour and you already want to jump his bones again.

“What time is your flight?” You hear him ask as you walk over to grab your own cup of coffee to take a drink.

Your flight. That was the last thing you wanted to think about right now. Leaving Javi. Going back to work in Medellin. 8 hours too long to see each other every day like you’d prefer. 

“Eight.” You answered shortly, setting your cup back on the table after taking a drink of the hot beverage. 

“Plenty of time.” He teases half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

You nod and return the expression, walking back over to the stove to grab two plates from the cabinet. 

“Hey.”

You turn around to look at him at the sound of his voice, closing the cabinet.

“Dame un beso.” He looks at you expectedly with a smug smirk.

“What was that? Sorry no hablo español.” You tease him with a playful grin.

He raised a brow, challenging you to deny him.

“Dame. Un. Beso.”

You grin, walking over to him and immediately pressing your lips to his. You pull away a moment later, looking up to him.

“Come back to bed, cariño…” His voice lowers and you shiver at his words and the intent behind them.

“No tienes hambre?” You ask, feeling your resolve beginning to slip by the second. You were ready to leave the food where it was and do whatever he pleased.

“Hambriento.” He growls, slowly moving a hand down your stomach and under the band of your underwear, fingers brushing along your folds.

You exhale shakily, leaning back into him as he teases you for a moment before pulling his hand away and taking your hand to pull you along with him back to the bedroom. You follow him without hesitation, entering the room and giggling as he immediately presses his lips to yours before gently pushing you back onto the bed and climbing over you. You lay back on the soft duvet, your hands finding Javi’s thick, dark hair and carding through it. You gasp as he starts kissing down your chest, softly brushing his lips over the tops of your breasts as he slowly opens his shirt you were wearing until you were completely exposed to him.

“Te quiero.” He groans as his lips encase one of your swollen nipples and his tongue flicks at the bud. “Eres tan hermoso.”

You bite your lip, arching your back towards him as your fingers pull his head closer to you. He gives the same treatment to your other breast before teasingly tracing his fingers across your lower stomach.

“Javi, please…” You breathe, your eyes flickering open to glance down at him.

He moves up your body, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and dragging his tongue along your lower lip.

“I want to taste you, cariño.” Your eyes meet his and you nod as the anticipation builds of what’s to come.

He moves back down your body to grip the sides of your underwear, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he pulls them down your legs and tosses them to the side. His hand lifts your left leg, trailing kisses from your ankle and up your inner thigh as your heart rate continues to increase. He does the same with your other leg before his hands move towards your center, his thumbs parting your swollen lips. It’s more than obvious that you’re wet.

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimper as he brings a hand up to move your hands to his hair again one by one before his tongue licks a line along your slit.

Your moans only increase in volume as he alternates with soft licks and suction around your clit, his eyes intently watching your expressions and occasionally closing as he groans at your taste. He would occasionally pull back, licking his lips and telling you how beautiful you were before continuing his assault. It’s not long before you can feel pressure building and your breathing turn to gasps. He notices your moans increase and slowly moves away from your center, placing one more soft kiss on your clit before sitting back up. You can see your wetness all over his chin and on his mustache. You pull him down to you and press your lips to his roughly, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Fuck me…” You whimper in his ear , pushing him to the other side of the bed so you can straddle him.

He watches you with a smirk, breathing heavily as you pull his jeans down and off his legs. You kiss down his chest, your eyes drifting up to his as you kissed along the hair at his lower stomach to his hardened length.

“Stop teasing, baby.” He mumbles lowly, his eyes fluttering shut.

You kiss back up his chest, straddling him as you reach over to the bedside table to grab a condom. Opening the packet, you slide the latex over his length before shifting to position him at your entrance. You slowly lower your hips as he pushes into you, your mouth falling open as he releases a low groan. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes focused on him and to not shut them. Once your hips meet his, you begin to teasingly grind your hips, occasionally lifting them up and down until his hands roughly grip your waist. He helps move you up and down on his length, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. Your moans increase in volume as you ride him, your hands resting on his chest to help give you some leverage and he leans up to encase his lips around one of your nipples.

“You’re so good, hermosa. So fucking beautiful. I love your pussy.” You whimper as he pulls you close to his chest, thrusting his hips up to yours as hard as he can, the sound of skin hitting skin even more apparent.

He carefully helps you move off of him, sitting up and moving to kneel behind you. He kneels between your spread legs, taking his length in his hand and thrusting into you a moment later, his hands gripping your hips and your hand reaching to pull his head towards you. If it weren’t for his tight grip on your hips, you’d fall forward as his hips continue to roughly smack against your ass. You try to move your hips back to meet his thrusts as you turn your head to the side to roughly press your lips to his.

“You going to come for me?” He grunts, continuing to pull your hips back to meet his thrusts as your hand tightly grips the back of his neck.

You feel your walls clench as you nod quickly, “You feel so good Javi, fuck.”

After a few more thrusts, you feel your walls tighten and you let out a loud gasp as you come. He feels his own release hit him a few moments later, coming into the condom with a few loud grunts and mumbles of your name.

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek before gripping the base of the condom and pulling out of you. He helps you lay down on the bed before getting up to clean up in the bathroom. It’s not long before he returns with a warm washcloth to clean your center and inner thighs. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly, stretching your arms and enjoying the sated feeling that fills your body again.

“Por supuesto.” He kisses your thigh before setting the rag to the side and getting into bed beside you. He reaches over to grab his pack of cigarettes, bringing one to his lips before lighting it. 

You glance up at the ceiling with a sigh before quietly watching the man beside you. You hated goodbyes.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

I’m so excited for these new prompts! Can you please do Jihoon & 31? Thank you!

31. “Oh, believe me, the whole house knows every detail. You’re loud.” 

Jihoon x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1835

Contents: fingering, teasing, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), begging, unprotected sex

You were far too weak for Jihoon. He enjoyed making you just a little bit flustered. He never teased too much but he knew just what would get to you the most and today he’d been more mischievous and touchy than usual. It made enough sense, you had both been busy and it had been a while but he usual came over to your place when he wanted sex. Today he had been touching you the whole time you’d been over, texting and whispering things to you just to mess with you a little.

But you really couldn’t resist him when he spent all day telling you the things he might do to you. So you found yourself in his lap with your face nestling against his neck, biting down hard on your lip. His fingers had far too easily undone your shorts and slipped into your panties. They found their way between your legs and he made it clear that he was far from patient.

He had quickly slipped a finger inside of you and you pressed your face into his neck, muffling your sounds as best you could as your hips followed his movements. You heard him chuckle at you as the movements of your hips grew slowly more and more desperate, your grip on him more and more tight, the moans from your lips louder and louder.

“You’re already so needy for me,” he purred in your ear. You gasped as he easily pressed a second finger into your heat. “You’re taking my fingers so easily. Has your pretty little mind been full of dirty thoughts all day?”

Your whimpers grew louder and heat crept up your cheeks as he teased you. Slight frusation bubbled up in your chest.

“I-It’s your f-fault,” you whined.

“How could it be my fault?” He teased, curling his fingers into just the right spot inside of you and drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from your lips. “I just wanted to enjoy time with my partner.” His voice dipped lower. “You’re the one who got turned on.”

You squirmed in his grasp, letting out a small groan in frustration. “W-Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” his voice was annoyingly playful.

“Te-” you broke off into another moan as he pushed a third finger into you. He picked up a quick pace with his fingers and you could feel that despite how much he was teasing you, his pants had grown too tight.

Whiny moans fell from your lips as you gave in, grinding on his fingers. Heat burned your cheeks from the lewd sound of his fingers moving into you and the things he whispered into your ear, a smirk on his voice.

“You’re going to go cum already for me, aren’t you baby?” He teased. “You got so wet so easily, you’re always such a needy little slut for me.”

You gasped out louder, grinding against his hand hard. You pressed your face into his neck, still failing to muffle the sounds you were making, far too loud for the middle of the day while other people were in the dorms. But it was no use, Jihoon knew just how much that kind of speech got to you and just how loud it would make you and you were sure at this point he wanted the others to hear.

“It really is precious how easily you get affected by me. Taking three fingers and already about to cum for me. Is that what you want, baby, to make a mess of my fingers? To cum all over them and moan so loud everyone will know how good I make you feel?”

Your thighs started to tremble as you panted and moaned as you nodded, the embarrassment only making your need burn hotter, your moans only growing louder. His fingers moved inside you just the way you loved and you were so close to your release now it was all you cared about and wanted. Jihoon nipped at your ear as his fingers curled into a spot that had your hips bucking and jolting.

“My precious little whore, cum for me like I know you want to.”

You cried out his name, only barely catching the way he groaned, as you came hard on his fingers. Your legs shook as pleasure washed over you body in waves and you clenched hard, your release dripping down his fingers as you ground against his hand and he worked you through your high.

When you whimpered and started panting, Jihoon pulled his fingers from you gently. You nuzzled into his neck, resting your weight against him and taking his fingers into your mouth when he brought them to your lips.

“You’re such a good little whore for me,” he cooed. A muffled whine slipped out around his fingers, his words making you clench around nothing. You could feel as your own juices dripped out of your core, his words making you impossibly wetter.

As soon as his fingers were clean he pulled them from your mouth before pushing you back onto the bed. You felt heat rise in your cheeks as he gazed down at you with a fire burning behind his eyes. A small squeal left your lips as he pushed up your knit sweater and his hands found the clasp on your bra. You let your eyes fall shut as he dipped down, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples. You arched into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud and his hands started to fumble with his belt. He eased you as he undid his pants, enjoying the way you whimpered.

He pulled away from your chest just before kicking off his pants. His hands slipped off yours as well and you peeked at him, your breath hitching from the look in his eyes alone. You gave him a small shy smile as you let your legs fall open for him and he groaned. His eyes raked over your form before he leaned over you, making sure to grind his cock against your already sensitive core.

“I love how well you behave for me, baby,” he murmured to you. “Are you still needy for me?”

“Y-Yes,” your voice was quiet as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his chest.

“You don’t sound all that convincing,” he teased. You felt your face positively burning as you realized what he wanted.

“D-Do you want me to beg?” you whimpered.

You felt his hot breath fan out gently over your skin as he spoke. “Only if you want to get fucked, baby.”

He loved making you flustered and you couldn’t deny how he had you positively dripping as he teased you, your desperation for his cock growing by the second.

“P-Please, Jihoon,” you whimpered. “Please I need your cock. Y-You’ve been teasing me all day and haven’t I been good for you?”

Jihoon gripped his cock, teasing your entrance and nipping at your ear. “You can do a little better than that, baby girl.”

“Fuck, please Jihoon,” your voice got a little louder as you pressed up against him and tried in vain to get him to fuck you properly. “Please I want to cum for you again. I want to cum on your cock so badly and feel you c-cum deep inside me. I need you so b-badly please fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want, as hard as you ca-” You gasped as he pushed into you in one smooth thrust. He was quick to brace his hands on the bed as he started to thrust into you, setting a quick pace and snapping his hips into you.

“Fuck, you know how much I love it when my pretty baby talks like a dirty whore,” he groaned, his voice rough and breathy. “Such dirty words from such pretty lips.”

You gasped and moaned as you grasped at the sheets. Your body was already sensitive and each time he thrust into you, rough and deep it sent a burst of pleasure rushing through your body and drew a loud moan from your lips that there was no way to stifle.

Jihoon let out groans and growls, his head falling against your neck and his sounds so close to your ear, only turning you on more and causing you to clench around him. You tried to match the movement of his hips but your mind was hazy, head spinning and lips parted in breaths and moans as you kept a tight grip on his shoulders.

Your nails dug into his skin as his name started to fall from your lips like a mantra. Your voice climbed higher as he brought you closer to the edge, chasing his own high as he fucked you hard, your moans and nails only coaxing him to go faster.

“God you feel so fucking good,” he said breathily. “You sound so good when you say my name like that.”

Your voice grew more whiny as the coil curled incredibly tight in the pit of your stomach. You let your head fall back to the pillows, grinding your hips as best you could and and taking in the way Jihoon groaned and breathed, barely notable under your moans. He brought a hand to your hip, finally holding you still and pulling you toward his cock and he slammed his hips against yours.

You nearly screamed out his name, nails dragging along his back as you came hard. Stars burst behind your eyelids and waves of pleasure crashed over you like a tsunami, pulling you under into pure bliss as Jihoon started to release deep inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you even more and drawing whimpers from your lips as you body shook underneath his.

Jihoon pressed a few kisses to your neck as he slipped out of you before resting his weight on top of you.

“You always tease me so much,” you whined.

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t love it?” he asked, a smirk in his tone.

“No,” you mumbled and you felt a kiss pressed to your neck.

“Then don’t complain, baby,” he chuckled.

“I get so whiny and moany though,” you pouted. “Someone might hear me.”

“Oh, believe me,” Jihoon snorted. “The whole house knows every detail. You’re loud.”

You groaned and grabbed a pillow to cover your face and Jihoon laughed, pressing kisses to your neck until you moved the pillow.

“Does it make you feel any better that you’re essentially bragging for me?”

You shot him a glare and he pressed a kiss to your lips in response, softening you just a bit.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you muttered.

“And you’re lucky I’m so good in bed.”

You swung a pillow at him and he grunted as you hit him in the face.

“I mean yes, I’m very lucky you love me,” he laughed.

“Damn right, you are,” you chuckled.

[h2bakugou]

‘match’stick | katsuki bakugou

summary: everyone in the class knows there’s tension between you and backugou, who denies it even when it’s not brought up, so when mina and kirishima try to play matchmaker, you realize bakugou isn’t so much of a stubborn guy after all.

a/n: hi, the name of this blog is supposed to be me trying to say h2o but h2bakugou sounded cool too. idk how much i’ll post on here but here’s this for starters

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color

warnings: fluff, swearing

word count: 1,231

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Katsuki Bakugou, or the blonde flame ball full of pure anger and hormones that sat a few seats in front of you, was someone you were undoubtedly crushing on.

You cursed yourself for catching feelings, let alone for someone who didn’t give off the romantic vibe. You’d practically set yourself up for heartbreak, or so you thought.

Mina and Kirishima were quick to notice the glances you shot at Bakugou, until he’d catch on and yell at you and cause a scene.

Needless to say, there was some sort of tension, whether it be romantic or not, it was obvious.

- - -

You bit the end of your pencil, stress riding through your body as you stared at the assignment in front of you. It wasn’t rare to see some sort of paper assignment in your class, although it seemed odd.

You couldn’t help but look to Bakugou, watching as his hand moved, scribbling down answers onto the paper.

Mina smiled and nudged Kirishima.

“She’s doing it again, look.” Mina whispered, causing the spikey red-haired boy to look in your direction. Kirishima laughed quietly, following your gaze right to Bakugou’s desk.

You heard whispers and turned your head to see Mina and Kirishima smiling at you. You shook your head and felt your cheeks burn bright red. They’d been determined to out your feelings for Katsuki, but you’d both denied having any sort of feeling toward one another, and even if Katsuki did, you doubt he’d tell anyone.

Of course, that was as much hope as you could give the situation.

After finishing your assignment, you looked out the window. It didn’t help that Bakugou was sitting in the direction, so even unintentionally it looked like you were gazing at him.

You just wanted to watch the rain pour outside.

“Hey! You got some sort of staring problem!?” Bakugou’s voice interrupted your thoughts of serenity and peace. He waved his hands in your direction, blocking your view of the rain.

“H-huh?” You questioned, shaking your head.

“I was looking out the windo-”

“Stop staring at me!” Katuski’s eyes softened a little, going almost unnoticeable to you. If his hair had fallen in front of his face, you wouldn’t have caught it, but he faltered, just slightly.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, looking down at your desk.

Bakugou wasn’t the one for love and romance, but he’d be lying if you hadn’t caught his attention. He’d sworn his main focus was hero work, and being the best hero.

But maybe he could get a little distracted, as long as you weren’t trying to distract him from his goal, a little love here and there wouldn’t hurt.

- - -

“So we’re just gonna slip notes into their bags like something out of a movie?” Kirishima asked, looking at the folded piece of paper.

“Yes. Your closet to Bakugou, you can slip in unnoticed, I’m counting on you.” Mina smiled, holding her note that was supposedly from Bakugou.

It was a terrible idea really, it was rushed, and had no main structure, but Mina had carefully crafted two notes, both very detailed and, in her opinion, very alike in the way that the respected person talked.

Mina slipped the note in your bag and Kirishima did the same with Bakugou. And then they played the waiting game.

- - -

You were in your room, or dorm as you’d gotten used to calling it. That’s when you found it. A crumpled note. You unfolded the paper and read the words.

‘This is so stupid, but you keep looking at me and it’s driving me crazy, so can we fucking settle this, please? Meet me by class later tonight. -k. bakugou’

You were almost shocked to see his writing. It was neat, and his signature was almost perfect.

You thought it odd, Bakugou didn’t seem like the love letter type, but maybe it was a side he didn’t want many people to see, which was understandable.

Mina and Kirishima had hid around the class, awaiting the arrival of the destined duo.

Bakugou was fuming. There was no way you’d wrote him some stupid love note, but he was on his way to see you, and probably scare the shit out of you.

- - - 

You stood by the class, looking out the large windows. That’s when you heard him.

“(L/n)! You are so dead, this isn’t fucking funny!” Bakugou called, storming at you.

“H-Hey!” You called holding up a sheet of paper.

“What the fuck is that?” Bakugou stopped a few feet away from you.

“Your note, you wanted to talk about uh the thing.” You outstretched your arm, te note resting in your hand.

“I didn’t write that shit.” Bakugou chuckled.

“What? Then why are you here?” You questioned, pulling your hand away,

“Because you wrote this stupid shit.” Bakugou handed you the note you'd supposedly wrote.

“I-I...”

“This is a waste of time-”

“Mina and Kirishima.” You said softly.

“Huh?” Bakugou looked at you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“They know how I feel about you, I guess they thought this would be funny.” You laughed, crumbling the notes up, aiming for the trashcan.

“How you feel about me, what the fuck?” Bakugou grabbed your arm, causing you to look at him.

“Are you obvious to all the comments made in class? Of course, you aren’t, you hear them just as much as I do, and it should be obvious by now that I-I like you.” You looked down, feeling embarrassed.

“I really want to call you pathetic right now.” Bakugou muttered, removing his hand from your arm.

“Why aren’t you? What’s stopping the almighty Katsuki Bakugou.” You tossed the paper balls.

“Because I-”

“I told you!” Mina whispered, playfully pushing Kirishima. Kirishima toppled over, exposing their cover.

“W-What? Kirishima! You bastards get back here!” Bakugou started running after the two, leaving you alone in the hallway.

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You’d made it back to your dorm, trying to rid yourself of the embarrassment you felt. You were preparing for Bakugou to tease you about the incident, and for falling for such an obvious prank.

But the aggressive knock at your door startled you.

When you opened the door to see Bakugou, you were confused.

“What are you-”

“Let me in.” Bakugou groaned, walking in after you’d stepped aside. Bakugou plopped onto your bed and sighed.

“If you say anything about this, I won’t hesitate-”

“To make my life hell.” You whispered the rest of his usual taunts. Bakugou looked back at you with a grin.

“Shut up.” Katsuki grumbled.

“Why are you here?” 

“Well if we’re going to like each other shouldn’t we spend time together?” Bakugou sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. It clicked.

Bakugou did like you back. He was just stubborn enough to not show it. And of course it drove you mad, but maybe it was worth it. Maybe he was just a big teddy bear under the mask of anger and stubbornness.

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered.

That night you learned, just as you’d predicted, that under all of Katsuki’s stubborn and hard-headedness, he was kind of sweet.

He still poked fun of you, but you did enjoy that he knew how to braid hair., or how he was really warm when you cuddled.

Needless to say, Mina and Kirishima had actually helped you out, despite feeling like they might have ruined any chances you’d gotten to begin with.

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[kathaariawrites]

Sucia - Lieutenant Lesaro x Reader (NSFW)

I’m not okay, please stop asking. This piece will send me to hell, I’m sure of it. Self-indulgent but also very important NSFW piece for my beloved lieutenant. Someone please turn the A/C on.

I think I got a bit carried away with the Spanish but uh...only the best for this man. Translations at the end.

This is for our shared thirst, @captainsigge. Get some water.

“Te has portado muy mal, señorita.”

The words had you freezing. Lieutenant Lesaro looked at you with a very mischievous look in his good eye and you sincerely thought there was no worse place to be at the moment. It hadn’t been long since the crew of La Maria Silenciosa had rescued you on their way back to Cádiz from a pirate ship. You were headed back to Spain after visiting your sister in Saint Martin when it happened, the ship’s crew losing a bloody battle and taken prisoner when the shouts of “Spanish navy” woke you from your slumber and before you knew it you were aboard the famed ship of capitán Salazar.

That had been a little over a week ago and now you were less than 5 days away from Spanish shores again. Over time, you learned that the capitán’s first hand - and trusted man - teniente Lesaro was a kind soul amongst a life you had no idea if you could endure yourself. As kind as he could be anyways. Truth be said, you had never met a man from the Armada and avoided being around them as much as you could as they all seemed exceedingly scary to you. The capitán was no exception but the lieutenant had something...different about him.

Lieutenant Lesaro had a stern air around him, you would never deny that after seeing how he commanded the ship easily, the practice of a man born to do what he did. The crew were back after their alleged curse had been broken and it seemed that whatever had happened in the years they were gone had bonded them very close to each other and therefore reprimands and pointless arguments seemed useless and rare now.

In this moment, however, you stood in the lieutenant’s quarters after being delivered a message by officer Moss.

“The lieutenant wishes to see you and I am to escort you there.”

Earlier that day you had misstepped and how foolish had you been to believe that he would let that slip. Your curiosity had led you to disobey an order directly from him and the captain and wandered on the ship when you should not have, in the middle of a combat. Fortunately nothing had happened to you but there was something in the eyes of the lieutenant that promised fire later, when everything was calmer. This was later.

Officer Moss had knocked on the door and announced your presence, leaving soon after. That is where you stood now.

“Perdón, teniente, but I do not know what you speak of.”

“You take me for a fool. You disobeyed an order given to you, by me, in front of my men. Put my authority in check…”, he rambled as he went to the door and locked it. “No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección.”

You shivered at his words, the tension that had been building between you and the man over the days you spent on the ship was so thick now that you could slice through it with a knife. The air got hot, his cabin seemed on fire.

“Esta noche me obedecerás, [Y/N].” You jumped as you heard his voice behind you, so close to your right ear. His hands reached for the top part of your dress and you could only watch as he released the pins, removing it with ease. The skirts were next and you felt them grow loose until they dropped to the floor and you were left almost bare for him. “¿Comprendes?”

“Sí…”

“‘Sí’ what?”

“Sí, teniente.”

You were rewarded with a kiss to your neck, followed by a moment where you could only feel his breath against your skin. He finished undressing you in no time, his big hands holding you by your waist. “Such beauty...do you enjoy teasing me señorita? Do you enjoy challenging me?” A gasp as he touched your breast. “Answer me.”

“No…”

“No? I think you are lying to me, [Y/N].” He dragged you with him as he sat down on his bed, placed under a curtain for added privacy. “And liars do deserve some punishment, don’t you think?”

He laid you across his lap and you held your breath. You had no idea where that side of him came from but your mind was numb from excitement, from pleasure. It was your first time with a man and the little dance you were doing around each other was coming to an end, culminated into this.

His first strike on your rear took a gasp from you. He followed it with a caress to soothe the abused skin but did not stop there as another one soon followed. And another. And another. An order to count them barely filtered through the fog in your brain but you managed to count every single strike. It took 20 for him to be satisfied but you skin seemed on fire after the session. He proved to you why he was the lieutenant to such a strict captain.

“¿Y esto qué es?” His finger rubbed against your core, spreading your juices around and you shivered. “Did you enjoy your punishment, [Y/N]?” A dark chuckle escaped his lips and sent another shiver through your body as you nodded. “A lot more than one would deem appropriate, it seems.” He toyed with you for a while longer until he seemed satisfied with the soft moans escaping you. His free hand worked on his trousers to free his erection and he sighed in relief. “On your knees. Now.”

The tone used did not leave you with many options but it seemed you did not need to think twice as your body moved without resistance. You stared up at him from between his legs, your [E/C] eyes meeting his dark ones and a primal part of you enjoyed immensely how wide his pupils were. Pleasure. 

“Look at you…” His thumb pressed against your lip and he hummed. “Staring at me from there, where you belong. ¿Te gusta, eh?” He chuckled again, one hand pumping his member as he kept staring at you. “A proper Spanish lady on her knees for me. I wonder what the other officers would think if they were to come here right now, to see their precious señorita [L/N] glistening, moist and eager on her knees for me.”

You let out a moan, the thought exciting you in whole new ways. This was not the first time the lieutenant did this, he knew the buttons to press and you were astounded to find you were reacting so well to him.

“Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes.”

You nodded and obeyed, moaning with him as his member entered your mouth. He stood up then and got rid of his shoes, pants and undergarments and your hands held onto his thighs. Your eyes closed as you tasted him, felt his weight on your tongue and he seemed to be as overwhelmed as you were as he did not move for a bit. His hand found your [H/C] strands and patted you a bit. “Buena chica…”

You wanted to smile at the praise but it was soon forgotten as he began to move, gripping your hair for more leverage. Slowly at first so you could get used, picking up speed as he went.

As his hands held you in place and he pushed further you gagged, taking all of him in your mouth. He moaned loud and pulled back, removing himself from your mouth and dragging you to the nearby mirror. “Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable?”

You shook your head, staring at your red face and drool on your chin. “No, teniente.”

“Eres tan sucia. Pues,” He shoved himself into your mouth again, “siga mirándote. I want you to see yourself as you take me in.” You moaned as he forced your head on the mirrors direction, his member forcefully hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. The sight and sounds of it, so dirty, had you numb with pleasure. You felt his thrusts grow erratic, his moans louder until he pulled your head fully to him and soon he filled your mouth.

You moaned and choked. At the depth he had released, you had no option but to swallow and that by itself seemed to please him enough, but your instincts had you cleaning him. “You didn’t waste a single drop...well done.”

Smiling up at him, you stood up. His arms found your waist again and he kissed you, deep and needy. A reward, a part of your mind told you. For behaving well, doing what you’re told.

Your body hit the mattress not late after that, his soon following. His lips were still on yours as he sat up and pulled you up with him, your hands undressing him fully, vest and shirt alike. When his mouth found your neck, your hands found his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder why this man, this spectacular man, would choose you. Surely he was experienced, surely he had someone waiting for him in Cádiz? A wife, children?

“You think too much, querida.” He kissed your cheek then, stroking the other one with his right hand and smiling gently as he looked into your eyes. “What’s bothering you?”

“Why me?”, you blurted out and blushed and how sudden it sounded. “Don’t you have...someone? In Cádiz?”

“Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa?” He laughed at the indignant face you put, a pout on your lips. “There’s no one. There hasn’t been someone in years, señorita. This...experience is fruit of my years on a ship. I’m afraid we don’t always have the luck to find someone special while we are young.”

“But I’m glad to have found you”, he kissed your hand. “If you will have me, that is.”

“Teniente…” You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Estás…”

“Yes, I am. I want to speak to your father when we reach Spain. I wish to marry you. It may be too soon but I have never felt this for anyone, not a single soul. You enthrance me, señorita.”

“I...yes. ¡Sí! ¡Me caso con usted.”

His smile could have lit the room and he kissed you again, passionately. “Then I believe you have the right to call me Guillermo.” You tested his name on your tongue and he seemed to like the sound of it, a whisper of ‘sí, mi amor’ and a kiss soon following.

Laying on the bed, his hands resumed their exploration of your body. “You are still being punished, señorita, do not forget that.” His mouth found your breasts and he showered them with attention. Biting, sucking, licking, marking your skin to show his status. You were his now.

The air in the room was hot, burning, your lungs almost struggled to draw breath in. Just like that he was back in his dominant mode, peppering your body with kisses and a few bites here and there until he reached your thighs. He spread them, big hands holding your legs open for him as he decided it was time to repay you for earlier. You blushed hard, your face on fire as he took you in. “Still this wet for me.”

His tongue tasted you and you gasped so loud your body jumped on the bed. A chuckle was his reply as he kept working on you, flicking his thumb on your little bundle of nerves as his tongue found your entrance. He was eating you out and God was he good at it.

Perhaps it was the lack of experience from your part or the excess of experience on his part but it took a surprising short time for you to reach your climax, the first one you ever had, causing your back to arch. He hummed and drank your juices, licking them off his lips before resuming his attention. He brought you climax upon climax with no hurry in the world until you were left limp, gasping and moaning incoherent things for him. Begging for him to take you.

“Are you sure, [Y/N]? There’s no turning back if we go all the way.”

You nodded, feverish and delirating with pleasure as you hugged him. He aligned his member to your core, the sheer pressure on you was almost maddening; you were still so sensitive from his mouth.

“Beg me for it then. What do you want from me?”

“You...I want you…”

“Yes? What do you want from me?”

“Please, Guillermo, please take me. Quiero ser tuya.”

He chuckled, stroking your cheek before slapping you. “Ya eres mia, [Y/N]. ¿No eres?”

You nodded and he slapped you again as you kept begging for him to take you, to please stop teasing, to claim you. He obliged, slowly entering you and giving you time to adapt once more. “So tight, [Y/N]...dios, you feel so good.”

You could barely breathe through the initial burn and pain from the stretch, not noticing until now just how big he was. He seemed made to fit you as he bottomed out, sighing in pleasure at the tightness and warmth surrounding him. As your hips moved it was the sign he needed to start his own movements, shallow and slow at first until he started pounding you into the mattress.

The sound of skin against skin was maddening, so hot and delicious to you as the music from the balls you went to in Cádiz. “Guillermo...más, dame más.”

Another slap, “You don’t give orders here, señorita. And it’s teniente.”

You were sure you were leaving imprints on the mattress, his thrusts so deep and strong that your skin tingled. Your hands reached for him and hugged him close to you, nails on his back as he growled and moaned in your ear, praising you on how well you took him, how warm and wet you were for him.

You came once again, then twice, squeezing him tight. By the third one he moaned loud, holding you tight against him and thrusting as fast as he could.

“I’ll fill you up so good. And you will take it all, don’t let a single drop out. Am I making myself clear?”

“Sí…sí teniente, sí.”

“Good girl.”

He came then, the sheer heat of it enough to rip a moan from you. His own moan was loud and he shook as he emptied in you, true to his word in filling you up. You stroked his hair as he rode through his climax, kissing his temple in thanks.

As the two of you came down from your high he plopped on the bed beside you, slowly removing himself from you and hugging your naked, overheated body against his. “Dios mio, mujer. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

You chuckled, nuzzling your face on his neck. “I love you, Guillermo.”

“I love you too, [Y/N]. Now sleep. We have a lot to clean tomorrow.”

Spanish translations:

Te has portado muy mal, señorita = You have behaved very badly, miss

Perdón, teniente = I’m sorry, lieutenant

No más, señorita. Te enseñaré una lección = No more, miss. I’ll teach you a lesson

Esta noche me obedecerás = Tonight you’ll obey me

¿Comprendes? = Do you understand?

Sí = Yes

¿Y esto qué es?  = And what is this?

¿Te gusta, eh?  = You like it, huh?

Ahora abre tu boca y cuida tus dientes  = Now open your mouth and mind your teeth

Buena chica = Good girl

Mira. Mírate. ¿Crees que pareces una dama respetable? = Look. Look at you. Do you think you look like a respectable lady?

Eres tan sucia. Pues, siga mirándote = You’re so dirty. Well, keep looking at yourself.

Querida = Dear

Ah, ya veo. ¿Celosa? = Ah, I see. Jealous?

Estás = Are you

¡Me caso con usted! = I’ll marry you!

Mi amor = my love

Quiero ser tuya = I want to be yours

Ya eres mia = You’re already mine

¿No eres? = Are you not?

Dios = God

Más, dame más = More, give me more

Dios mio, mujer = My God, woman

[cafedanslanuit]

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summary: Saeran has finally found MC and is ectasic to finally be able to enjoy the good ending his tumultous life has reached. But with Saeyoung still missing and Mint Eye around, his happiness may have to wait a little more. Was love really capable to win against his inner demons or will he have to learn to fight for himself?

chapter warnings: [check chapter guide for story warnings] mentions and/or descriptions of mentions of past torture, domestic/parental abuse.

c h a p t e r   t h r e e   —   si alguna vez te hice daño, lo aprendí de ti [ if i ever hurt you, i learnt it from you ]

The incessant ringing of her phone startled MC, waking her up. She looked over at the clock and saw it was 5:40 a.m. What could have happened? Immediately, she tried to look for Saeran on the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. She sat up agitated, but as she was getting off the bed, she remembered she had moved to the spare bedroom. Right. They were taking some time apart. It was impossible not to pout at the empty space on the bed.

It was all temporary, she reminded herself. This was just for his own good.

MC exhaled sadly and picked up the call.

“Morning, Jaehee. How are--”

“MC. It’s about the Prime Minister.”

Her whole body tensed at the mention of the man. No. Not again. She knew there was nothing she could do to protect her new family, but she would fight bare handed if it was needed. That man would never get close to Saeran or Saeyoung ever again.

“I thought he took Jumin’s offer. I thought he was staying silent,” MC whispered worriedly against your phone.

“MC, please let me speak,” Jaehee asked. She muttered an apology. “Right now they’re showing news coverage about him now on Channel 5, if you want to see. But I’m calling to let you know he’s dead.”

Jaehee heard MC gasp on the other side of the line.

“I think you are the most suitable person to let Saeyoung and Saeran know about this. Thank you for your cooperation and apologies for the early call. I wish I could stay and talk but… things are kind of hectic here.”

Of course. Jumin had orchestrated the plan to expose the Prime Minister for all the things he had done without mentioning the twins. It had been those news plus Jumin’s negotiation skills that had set Saeyoung free in the first place, but now that the Prime Minister was dead, Jumin was a murder suspect. MC made a mental note to call him later and hung up the phone.

Not even five seconds after throwing her phone on the bed, she heard a knock on her door. She opened it and found Saeran on the other side, the bags under his eyes making her heart clench in worry.

“You should see this,” he just said, before turning on his heel and walking to the living room. MC followed him and found Saeyoung, biting his nails. Saeran took a seat next to him and she imitated him, her eyes darting to the TV screen.

“The Prime Minister was found dead in his house last night. There are no signs of forced entry, so the police’s theory is that whoever killed him was someone from his inner circle. There are two bullet entries in his forehead, but the neighbours deny hearing any strange noise, so the perpetrator may have used a muffler. This makes us remember the event that happened two months ago, where corporate businessman Jumin Han, executive director of C&R and the son of the CEO of the same company. C&R used their resources under Mr. Han’s responsibility to expose the Prime Minister’s numerous infractions against the law. Right now, the police have arrived at C&R facilities and are about to conduct an investigation.”

You saw C&R’s entrance in the news, where a lot of reporters were surrounding Jaehee, who was trying to answer all their questions.

“Mr. Han will fully cooperate with the police and his innocence will be proven. There are no further comments from C&R, other than to express our apologies to the Prime Minister’s family for their loss,” Jaehee said, and then was helped out by the company’s security back in the building.

“Since the exposé of the Prime Minister’s felonies also included several other organisms and people, we can’t rule out an ex partner planning the attack. The Prime Minister’s funeral will be held tonight at 7 p.m. at--”

Saeyoung turned off the TV and let out a tired sigh. Saeran took the remote and turned it back on.

“They are not going to say anything else,” Saeyoung warned him.

“I want to know where the funeral is going to be,” he said, rewinding and trying to catch the full address. Both Saeyoung and MC furrowed their eyebrows, but he spoke first.

“Why?”

“Because I have to go,” he replied plainly.

Saeyoung exchanged a look with MC, urging her to talk.

“Saeran, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said softly, but Saeran didn’t look away from the TV.

“I want to see if he’s really dead.”

MC swallowed. She put a hand on Saeran’s knee trying to comfort him, and he jumped at the contact. Once he realized it was her, he calmed down and took his phone and put the address on the Maps app, trying to find out how far it was.

“Saeran, I can’t drive you,” Saeyoung reminded him, patting the cast on his leg. Saeran’s teal eyes looked at his brother’s cast and then back to his phone.

“I’ll call a taxi.”

“I’ll drive you,” you immediately offered. “I don’t… I still don’t think it’s a good idea. But if you want to, I’ll drive you.”

For the first time, Saeran looked back at you and showed you the smallest smile. He mouthed a thank you and you squeezed his knee.

“Fine,” Saeyoung sighed, standing from the sofa with a groan. “Then we’re all going. Family trip!” he joked, even if you could notice the strain in his smile.

“You don’t need to come,” Saeran said.

“I know. But I’m not letting you do this alone,” his brother shrugged, grabbing his crutches and heading to the kitchen.

-----

The grey clouds covered the sky, as if God himself was mourning the loss of the leader of the nation. Saeran wondered if someone was really sad about his death. He knew the Prime Minister had remarried, so maybe his close family could be sad. He couldn’t help but think if his father was ever cruel to his other family as well. For a lot of years he had blamed his father for his mother’s downfall, thinking that if he wasn’t so adamant in hiding his sons, then maybe his mother wouldn’t have been so cruel to him. Now, not only his crimes were abandoning them and then trying to cover up his ‘mistakes’, he had also kidnapped his brother and tortured him for his own benefit. Saeran took a look at MC, who was behind the wheel and then at Saeyoung, who was in the passenger’s seat since he needed more space for his leg cast.

He wondered if Saeyoung felt the same way he did.

The funeral was open to the public, so it was easy to go unnoticed. MC parked near the cemetery, showing her worried expression through the rearview mirror.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked, fixing Saeyoung’s hoodie to cover his hair. Saeran hummed, but didn’t miss the way her eyebrows knitted together even further.

“I’m worried someone might recognize you two.”

“Don’t worry, MC. We won’t get too close,” Saeyoung reassured her. Saeran got out of the car and handed the crutches to his brother. In a few minutes, MC saw them get away and enter the cemetery together.

As promised, they didn’t join the crowd. Saeran watched as a middle aged woman and three teenagers approached the casket, tears in their eyes as they said their final goodbyes. He wondered if they had covered enough the bullet wound on his head the news reporter talked about. They had probably done that, he told himself, even if there was a part of him that was itching to go there and remove the bandage himself. He saw the woman put her arm around her three children and comforting them, her fingers stroking the smallest one’s hair as he cried.

Saeran’s own hand went to put a strand of his hair behind her ear, memories of all those nights MC would stay up with him after a nightmare, his head on her chest as she played with his hair until he fell asleep again. He missed her. He saw he everyday and everyday she would try to talk with him but he always avoided her. He hated himself for it. And, in the same wavelength, he also hated her a little. She had told him over and over they would get back together again, but who could assure him that would be the case? She could easily staart noticing how easier her life was without being in a relationship wih him. And she would be right. Why did he ever think he deserved her?

Saeran’s head started hurting.

He winced and looked again at the funeral. As they were lowering the casket under the ground, he heard a long sigh from his twin.

“He’s dead,” Saeyoung said. Saeran didn’t look back, his eyes fixed on the casket as it disappeared. “He’s finally gone.”

“He ruined our life. He ruined mom’s life,” Saeran murmured. Saeyoung turned his head to his twin, taken aback.

“She ruined our life, Saeran. She was the one who wouldn’t buy us food or would lock you up. You remember, right?” he asked.

“I do. She did all of that because he broke her. Maybe if he didn’t, she would--”

“But she didn’t,” Saeyoung reminded him. “She wouldn’t let us go to school. She wouldn’t let you go outside the house, she didn’t care if we were eating or not.”

“But she didn’t leave!” Saeran snarled at him. His twin walked with the help of his crutches in front of him, blocking his view to the funeral.

“Saeran. I know I shouldn’t have left you. I know-- I already explained all this. But you don’t have to pretend. Not with me. I know what she did. I was there with you, I know what she was capable of doing--”

“She stayed with me. If I didn’t have her, I don’t know what--”

“She chained your ankle so you couldn’t walk away!” Saeyoung screamed, shaking Saeran’s shoulder with one hand. “You were sick, you were hungry and tied to a table!” he insisted, while tears started falling. Saeran looked back at him, his lips a thin line as he watched his twin lose it. “You don’t know how many times I wished he found me,” he said, pointing at the funeral. “So I could finally end the nightmare. But I was so afraid to leave you with her, I didn’t want to leave you, I--” he choked and bit his lip, wiping the tears from his face. “I thought V and Rika would take care of you. They promised, they told me they would.”

“I know,” Saeran muttered.

“You don’t,” Saeyoung sniffled. “I’m never going to forgive myself for trusting them. I should have known better. So don’t talk like that woman didn’t make our childhood a nightmare. She stayed with you, with us, but… at what cost?” he asked, a sad smile on his face. “Don’t lie and say you don’t get nightmares about her. Because I do.”

Saeran bit his tongue, watching his brother’s golden eyes glisten as the sun set behind him. Had Saeyoung somehow noticed his nightmares? No. He hadn’t had night terrors since Saeyoung returned from the hospital, only the occasional nightmare that would jolt him awake. And that made no sound.

“Who do you think you’re fooling when you go to the kitchen to drink water at 3 am?” Saeyoung asked with a small shrug. “I won’t tell her,” he assured his brother, his eyes darting to the cemetery’s parking lot. “But you need to understand this, Saeran. Sure, our father abandoned us. And he broke my leg. But mom was… not a mother. Or at least I don’t want to think of her as one.”

He turned his back again and looked at the funeral. The casket was underground, and a priest was talking to the attendees. Saeran never knew he was religious. The only idea of religion now brought a sour taste to his mouth, which he tried to ignore as he watched the Prime Minister’s youngest son crawl on her mother’s lap and resting his head on her shoulder.

“Orphan fist bump?” Saeyoung offered, with a sad smile. Saeran huffed, but under his brother’s hopeful gaze, he offered his fist and he rolled his eyes.

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[oscars-wifeyyy]

Chapter 10 (The Innocent)

It's officially the day of Olivia's quince and Monse, Ruby, and Elizabeth were handing out programs to people in the church.

"Bless you," Ruby said to a person entering, "can you believe we were here only a few hours ago?"

"When there was hope," Monse said.

"Oh, my God!" Ruby said, but saw the pastor next to him, "I mean goodness. Seriously?"

"What?" Elizabeth asked as she handed a couple a program.

"There is a typo in the program. 'Their' is spelled with an e-r-e instead of e-i-r. Only e-i-r shows possession,"

"Really?" Monse glared at Ruby, "you think this is a time to grammar troll?"

"Jamal was supposed to double check before they were printed," Ruby stressed.

"Add it to the list. He's a loser," Monse rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I know you're mad, but try to temper the 'tude today," Ruby advised Monse, "be cool when Jamal gets here,"

"He's not coming. We're better for it," Monse spat.

"What about Olivia?" Ruby asked, "Cesar probably won't show either,"

"We don't know that," Monse insisted.

"He just killed someone," Ruby hissed at their friend.

"We don't know that for sure," Monse still insisted.

"Monse..." Elizabeth trailed off, "we know,"

Olivia and Jasmine emerged from the back with Jasmine looking very sickly and pale while Olivia looked like she just wanted to get away from Jasmine. However, Jasmine started coughing and got closer to Ruby and started almost leaning on him.

"Lover, can I borrow your pocket square?" Jasmine held out her hand.

"Use your hand!" Ruby freaked out, moving to stand next to Monse.

"I think you need to go back inside, Jas," Elizabeth said.

"But away from me," Olivia quickly said.

"Then where should I go?" Jasmine asked.

"Daycare center," Ruby said, but everyone just looked at him, "what? Babies are always sick,"

Olivia sighed, "have you seen Cesar?"

"Not yet. But you know Cesar, dude takes forever to primp. I bet he's on his way," Monse smiled at the newly 15 year old girl.

"Olivia, let's go back inside and get ready," Elizabeth walked away with Olivia in attempt to distract her, "you look beautiful,"

"Thank you," Olivia smiled, "you too,"

"Gracias. Now I gotta go ask someone something. Be back soon," Elizabeth walked back out to see Cesar with his head shaved, "hey, baldy. Nice of you to finally show up,"

After a long ceremony, it was finally time for people to talk to the princess and get pictures in. Ruby, Monse, Cesar, and Elizabeth went up to Olivia as Cesar kissed her cheek.

"Hey, you looked incredible out there," Cesar smiled at his girlfriend.

"That's good because my knees are wrecked. Kneeling for an hour is not a blessing," Olivia joked.

"But you are blessed," Elizabeth walked back to Ruby and Monse to give the couple their space. Olivia walked away after a while to talk to a few more guests while Cesar went back to their friends.

"It was a nice ceremony," Ruby said, trying to fill in the awkward silence.

"Yeah," Cesar nodded.

"You didn't kill him," Monse stared at her crush.

"Monse!" Elizabeth looked at her friend incredulously.

"He's not dead, but...he's gone," Cesar nodded.

"What does that mean?" Monse asked.

"He ran, Mon," Elizabeth filled in the blank.

"C'mon, Ruby. Help your dad pack the car. Come on!" Geny walked by with the twins.

Ruby's dad just looked at Ruby, "I do need help," Geny left the church, "with your mother. Not the car,"

"Give me a minute," Ruby said as his dad left.

"If Latrelle's dead, doesn't that make you vulnerable?" Monse asked.

"It's handled and we never talk about it again," Cesar said, "now this is Olivia's day, and if I were you, I'd be more worried about those dance steps,"

"Ruby!" Geny poked her head inside, "por favor!"

"I'll see you guys back at the house," Ruby rushed outside.

Everyone was now at Ruby's house getting the party started in the backyard as Ruby got the damas and chambelanes ready. Abuelita came inside with a few of her friends with food and went to Ruby.

"Mijo, where are we gonna set up the buffet?"

"On the tables in the back," Ruby smiled.

"But they're not there," Abuelita informed.

"What? Well who moved them?" Ruby became irritated.

"A guy told me he needed them," Cesar stood up.

"It was the fireworks guy," Monse interjected.

Olivia gasped, "we're having fireworks?"

"Thank you. Thank you everyone for spoiling the surprise," Ruby sarcastically smiled, "yes. Fireworks at 9:30,"

"Someone get his panties out of a bunch," Abuelita looked at the group.

"Nothing is spoiled," Olivia walked to Ruby.

"Oh, no, we're just down two dames and a chambelan. Thank you, Eli," Ruby rolled his eyes, "and one of your surprises is ruined,"

"One of my surprises?"

Elizabeth couldn't take the stress Ruby was creating for himself so she went out to the porch in her yellow dress, sitting on the steps. She had her legs together and looked up at the night sky, hearing a little of her friends' conversation, "D to C numbers? Is that dick to coochie..." Monse started.

"Get your head out of the gutter!" Ruby exclaimed, "dames to chambelanes,"

"Princesa," a familiar voice called.

Elizabeth stood up and saw Oscar at the gate, "you came,"

"Of course, Eli," Oscar smiled.

"And you dressed up?" Elizabeth smiled at the dickies pants and button up he had on, "you look as handsome as ever,"

The two went to the backyard as the dance started and watched, clapping at the end. Elizabeth left Oscar's side to congratulate the group at not failing the dance to see Olivia's hair falling so she nudged Monse to help her. The two girls walked away and during the time they were away, Ruby was looking at a phone. Suddenly, he walked to the girls and pulled Olivia away to go inside so Elizabeth left Monse and Cesar alone to go back to Oscar, standing in front of him.

"Everything is falling into place," Elizabeth smiled at the sight before her.

"I'm glad," Oscar kissed Elizabeth's cheek, "as long as you're happy,"

Soon the group pulled Elizabeth to dance with them, she tried to pull Oscar, but he denied and stood back to watch her. Her beauty still struck him as he stared, dazed at the sight of her laughing and smiling with her friends. Minutes went by when Elizabeth had seen a hooded figure walk through the crowd and she got a bad feeling so she played it off by moving to the side closer to the figure. She had seen the glare of the gun the same time that Ruby had seen it so Ruby yelled Cesar's name to warn him, but Elizabeth pushed Olivia and Ruby down on the ground when the bullet pierced into her back.

Screams were heard as the bullet went through Elizabeth and grazed Ruby on the arm. Oscar's worst nightmares had come to life when he saw Elizabeth fall down with the blood spreading through her yellow dress.

"Princesa! Princesa!" Oscar yelled as he pushed people and sank to his knees to hold onto his girlfriend, "call 911! Ay, Dios mio. Baby, come on keep your eyes open. Let me see your beautiful eyes,"

"Eli!" Ruby yelled as blood ran down his arm and his mother was yelling.

Elizabeth couldn't do anything except try to catch her breath and stare at Oscar, but she had so much to say to him, "I-I love y-y-you,"

"Por qué? Why did you have to put yourself in front?! te quiero también," Oscar had tears going down his face as her eyes started closing, "No. Mi amor, open your eyes!"

Everyone started crying at the sight of the usually emotionless leader leaning over the body of his girlfriend as paramedics went to take her to the hospital. Once they took her, Oscar stood up with his clothes stained in his girlfriend's blood and started making his way towards Cesar.

"Oscar, I'm sor-," Cesar got cut off by the fist of his older brother.

"Latrelle was supposed to be dead!" Oscar yelled, "you were supposed to shoot! Now look! Elizabeth is going to the hospital for a gunshot that was supposed to be for Latrelle,"

"I'm sorry!" Cesar yelled.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Cesar," Oscar's voice changed to Spooky, "don't come home,"

"What?" Cesar asked, "Oscar, please don't do this,"

His words fell on deaf ears as Oscar ran to his car and sped to the hospital, running inside after throwing his car in park. He ran inside, but when he got to the waiting room he saw Leticia sobbing so he slowly went up to her. Leticia felt a presence so she looked up to see Oscar with tear stained cheeks, she did the only thing that came to her mind. She wrapped her arms around him as the two cried for the tragedy that hit their loved on.

As time ticked, Ruby got patched up as Monse, Cesar, Ruby, Olivia, and Jamal waited with Oscar and Leticia to update. Hours went by as anxiety levels grew and the doors opened with a doctor coming though.

"Elizabeth Hernandes?" the doctor called as everyone stood, "she is stable, but put in an induced coma so her body can heal,"

"How long?" Oscar crossed his arms.

"Week until she's up," the doctor cleared his throat, "she can have visitors, but two at a time,"

"Mrs. Hernandes, is it possible if I can go in with you?" Oscar asked.

"Of course, mijo. Call me ma," Leticia gave a sad smile to the man, "I have a feeling you guys are gonna last,"

Oscar smiled softly at the future that could happen with the girl that lay on a hospital bed. The way her nose crinkles when he kisses it and scrunches up when she sees something nasty to the way she instinctively curls up to him when she falls asleep. All of her good and bad things still keeps him absolutely entranced whenever she walks into a room. His thoughts came to a pause when he caught sight of her usually tan skin being pale, her torso bandaged up, and all the IVs that are hooked up to her. All he could really think is how he didn't tell her he loved her before and now they're in a hospital.

Moments passed and Oscar couldn't stand the sight of his princesa looking so helpless as he ran out of the room and into the waiting room, tears encased in his eyes. His hands went behind his head, trying to get as much air in until Sad Eyes came in with Rico and Lorca. When he set his eyes on them, tears started coming out on all four cholos.

"What's going on?" Rico sniffled.

"She's stable, but had to be in an induced coma," Oscar sat down, "fuck, what if she doesn't make it? Ella es mi número uno, manos,"

"Yo sé, Spooky. She's gonna pull through, homie," Lorca cleared his throat.

Leticia went up to the cholos, "Oscar, can you introduce me? Assuming they know my daughter,"

"Sí," Oscar wiped his tears, "this is Julian Guzman, Ricardo Cardenas, and Vincent Gomez,"

"Hola, would you guys like to have dinner with me tonight? I want to gather all of her friends together," Leticia smiled at the four men.

"Sí, señora Hernandes," all 4 men chorused, "gracías,"

"Meet in two hours and, Oscar, go to tu casa y take a shower and clean up, mijo," Leticia instructed.

"Sí, ma, pero you don't have to make dinner," Oscar said, "get carry out at any restaurant," Oscar handed her two hundred, "get food and then rest,"

"Gracías, Oscar," Leticia put a hand on his cheek, "I'm glad Eli found you. You and your friends can stay the night too, I don't want you guys out this late,"

A week passed and Elizabeth can wake up any day now so after every run, every shift, and every school day, everyone was there, waiting. It was Sunday and the start of December, everyone was there talking until Oscar, who sat by her side, saw her hand twitch. He stared a little longer at her hand to make sure so when he saw it twitch again so he stood up fast, making the chair fall.

"Bebe!" Oscar grabbed Elizabeth's hand, "c'mon, open your eyes,"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the girl with anticipation.

"'S-sup, fool?" Elizabeth croaked, "agua,"

Ruby grabbed the cup with his good hand and went to her side to put the straw in her mouth, letting her drink and rehydrate.

"How are you, Ruby? Olivia?" Elizabeth looked at them worried.

"Eli, we are fine! You need to worry about you," Olivia chuckled.

Oscar cleared his throat, "get out. I need to talk to her," Elizabeth hit Oscar as he rolled his eyes, ú"por favor," everyone filed out as Oscar picked up the chair and sat down next to the girl that made him feel normal, "hey, hermosa. I didn't get to tell you this while you were conscious, but I l-love you,"

"Big bad leader loves lil ol' me?" Elizabeth teased, "I love you too, bebe,"

The two smiled big as the door opened again, revealing a doctor and Eliabeth's mother and father.

"Papa?" Elizabeth teared up.

"Mi amor, how are you feeling?" Armando Hernandes asked.

"Good," Elizabeth cleared her throat, "how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Muy buen not that you're ok. I hear you got a novio," Armando saw Oscar, "es tú novio, Eli?"

"Sí, papa," Elizabeth grinned.

"Hola, señor," Oscar shook Armando's hand, "me llamo Oscar,"

"Hola, Oscar. Me llamo Armando. I hear you love my daughter, yes? You would do anything for her?"

"Sí. Even if it means dying for her," Oscar grasped Elizabeth's hand.

"Good. there is something about you that I trust pero if you make her shed one tear, I am gonna shoot you,"

"Papa," Elizabeth groaned.

"Qué?" Armando asked, "it's true,"

"Alright," the doctor stepped in, "Elizabeth, looks like you can go, but you have to have light exercises and check up is next month,"

"Ok. See you next month," Elizabeth grinned.

[marvelslut16]

Too Much

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Part 2 of A Helping Hand

Synopsis: Months after Billy admits that he wants to be better, shit hits the fan and (Y/N) realizes him and his attitude may be too much. Throw in an abusive father who has come to visit and Neil treating Billy like shit, making everything harder for the two before they finally blow up at one another.

Word count:4153

Warnings: Blood. Violence. Domestic violence. Swearing. Bullying. Shit fathers. Angst. Use of the word fag and other insults.

A/N: Thank you to the four lovely people who requested/asked about a part two: @speedmetalqueen​ @strangerfictions​ @noshi-chan​ @jojokoko0717​​ I originally had no interest in making this, but I got inspired. Also I’m thinking about making a part three, which would take place in the future. Let me know what you guys think about that.

“I can’t do this anymore Billy,” your eyes fill with tears. “I really thought you could be different.”

In the months following Billy’s plea for help, he really tried. You would give him that much. But as summer grew nearer, Billy grew tired of your little arrangement. While he was super nice to you, and a decent human being when you were around; he was still an ass when you weren’t. He still threatened Steve, constantly making his life a living hell whenever you weren’t in sight. He still booked nerds in the hall, threatened people that would look at him the wrong way, and fight the ones that dared to talk back. 

And if that weren’t enough, your dad found out where you were living and came for a visit, citing your upcoming graduation as the cause. Your stepdad threatened him with a louisville slugger and the terms of the restraining order your mom has against him. Your father left, but you knew from the look in his eyes that he’d be back and you’d regret sending him away in the first place.  

And boy were you right, on your way home from the video store, you were picking up a movie that Carol wanted to see, when you saw him again. He didn’t approach you, just watched you. You hurried back to your car and drove home, checking every once in a while to make sure you weren’t being followed. 

You knew that you should have told your mom and stepdad as soon as you got home, but you didn’t want to worry them. And, there was a part of you that didn’t want to seem weak, and immediately complaining would make you seem weak in your eyes. So you stay silent, hoping he will just leave on his own. 

A few days later you and Steve are babysitting the party, the two of you sneak off to eat some cold pizza while the kids watch the movie you picked up for Carol. It was Beverly Hills Cop, a movie that you and Steve had seen in the theater together. Some of it may be a tad inappropriate for the kids, but Dustin already swears like a sailor and the shit they’ve already faced, what's the point in pretending that they’re so innocent? 

“Dustin said that he’s known Carol since they were kids, but you moved here freshman year,” Steve states more than asks, leaning against his kitchen counter.

“Our moms have been friends since they were kids. My mom moved away in high school, but they kept in close contact over the years. They used to come visit us often when we lived in Illinois. After the divorce we moved around a bit before Claudia convinced my mom to move back here, and this is where she met my stepdad. So we stayed.”

“I bet you’re happy you moved here, you got to meet Billy,” Steve frowns, insinuating that there’s something going on between you and the boy with the mullet. 

“I’m just trying to help him be a better person, that’s all. He asked for help, and who am I to deny him that?” you frown at Steve. You just want him and Billy to get along, they’re more alike than either would like to admit. 

“I just think-” you cut Steve off before he can bad mouth Billy.

“That we should be studying for our math test? Great idea!” you head over to your bag and pull out your textbook before he can change the subject back to Billy. 

--

In the following days Billy grew more distant, and you heard in the hushed whispers of Hawkins High that he had been getting in more fights than he had in ages. The worst news of all was that Billy had befriended Tommy H and Carol again, something you had heard around school and eventually seen. He had originally agreed with you that they were bad influences on him, and that they only encouraged his erratic and terrible behavior.

In those days where Billy purposely, and obviously, ignored you in school and out of it; your birth father had been following you obviously. Your mom had the restraining order and you didn’t, which he used to his advantage. Everyday the same busted up silver car would loosely follow you everywhere you go. 

Your father was keeping his distance, until one day he followed you to a park. You needed a breather, needed to think about Billy and how long helping him could go on when he didn’t seem to be making any real progress in weeks. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” his acid voice dripped with sarcasm. 

“What do you want?” your voice surprisingly doesn’t break. But maybe refusing to turn and look at him is helping with your strength. 

“To take back what's mine,” his voice grows closer. 

“And what's that?” you whip around and face the man that had left you for dead on your kitchen floor all those years ago.

“My favorite punching bag,” he seethes, face inches from yours. You can smell the strong scents of bourbon and tobacco mingling to create the naeusating scent that is your father. 

“Go find someone your own age to torture,” you glare at him.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he grabs your wrist tightly, causing you to twitch in response. He laughs like a maniac when he sees how easily he can still hurt you. “I saw you with that blonde boy by his Camero at school the other day, I don’t think he’s a good influence on you.”

“Leave him out of this,” you try to sound strong, but it comes out as a desperate plea. 

“Aww, are you his little whore or something?” his grip gets impossibly tighter. 

“No,” you try to yank your arm away from him. His nails dig into your skin and are sharp enough that they leave cuts in your skin. “He’s just some guy in my science class.”

“Don’t lie,” he leers at you before his palm connects with your cheek

“I said no, and I meant it,” you blink back the automatic tears that come with being slapped. He ignores you and yanks on your arm, pulling you into a public restroom that's in the park locking the door behind you two. 

“It looks like I have to teach a little slut a lesson,” his fist connects with your side. You don’t even bother trying to fight back as his fist connects with your gut and your ribs repeatedly. There’s no use, you’ll never win. The moments start to get hazy and blur together as he pulls out a switchblade. He runs the point over your arms, causing small cuts to appear and bleed onto the ground.

You fall onto the hard concrete underneath you as he sweeps his legs through yours. He sticks the blade into your leg deeper than on your arms. The knife cuts through your denim jeans and flesh like they were a mere piece of paper. Your legs starts to bleed profusely, he steps on your arm as you go to put pressure on the wound. 

“He won’t want you now,” he laughs loudly, kicking your ribs as hard as he can one last time before leaving you on the dirty floor alone. 

Your pretty new top has splotchy crimson stains scattered on it, blood drips down your arms and there’s a gash on your left leg from his knife. You manage to pick yourself up and somehow drive yourself all the way home.

“(Y/N), where have you been?” Carol’s yelling voice greets you as you walk through the door.

You ignore your sisters calls and slide down the door after you close it behind you. A loud sob shakes your entire body as you finally feel safe enough to cry. Two sets of feet coming running towards you, but you can’t be bothered to stop crying. Your body and soul hurt too much. 

“(Y/N),” Carol gasps. “Oh my God, MOM!” she screams, running off to the kitchen. 

Your eyes follow the shoes standing in front of you, up until you see the red headed girl staring at you in shock. “Don’t tell anyone,” you hiccup between sobs. Max quickly nods her head, not knowing what to say

“(Y/N),” your mom breathes in horror when she sees the small puddle of blood coming from your wounds. 

“He’s been fo-foll-following-ng me-e. He c-c-corn-nerd me at a p-par-rk. S-s-sai-id he-e mis-ssed hi-is f-fa-favorite-te pu-pu-punching bag,” you sob out.  

Max was sent home after promising she would never breathe a word of what she saw or heard, even if she wanted to tell Billy. Carol was sent to her room while your mom cleaned you up and your stepdad gave your leg stitches, his military background coming in handy. After convincing your stepdad that he couldn’t go kill him, you decided to sleep and pretend that the events at the park never occurred. 

--

It’s unseasonably warm in Hawkins Indiana this spring, you’re the only one still wearing long sleeves. You have on one of your striped turtlenecks and a pair of well worn overalls, it successfully hides every inch of your body. 

There's a group of kids standing in a giant semi-circle in the hallway you walk through to get to third period. Kids are murmuring so quickly all you pick up on are the words Harrington and Hargrove, causing you blood to run cold. You push your way through the crowd, and instead of complaining like they normally would, your peers parted like the red sea as soon as they saw it was you. 

“Billy!” you gasp, when you come face to face with him pushing Steve into the lockers. Your heart drops to your stomach as your last little bit of faith you have for Billy disappears. You wished that you heard the kids wrong when you were making your way through the crowd, but now your worst fears have been confirmed. 

It seems like the men in your life just keep disappointing you. At least you have Steve; trusty, dopey, kind hearted Steve. Who apparently did something so bad that it warranted he get beat up for it?

“(Y/N),” Steve mumbles, still trying to get air back to his lungs from Billy’s shove. 

“I can’t do this anymore Billy,” your eyes fill with tears, ignoring Steve and looking straight into those blue eyes. “I really thought you could be different.”

“(Y/N)-” he reaches out for your wrist, but you quickly move out of his grasp.

“It’s too much,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You’re too much.”

“Like I need you anyway,” he laughs viciously as the crowd that was gathered around him and Steve now laughs at you. “You’re just a pathetic little freak.”

“I’d rather be a pathetic freak than be as miserable and lonely as you are Hargrove,” you frown as words you don’t even mean tumble out of your mouth. “What happens when we graduate and your just another has been bully that peaked in high school? At least Steve and I have potential in our futures.”

You grab Steve and pull him out of the building, needing to put as much space between you and Billy as humanly possible. The fresh spring air hits you as you hear the muffled sound of the bell ringing from inside the school. You’ve never skipped school, but there’s a first time for everything. 

Steve’s wide eyed gaze on you makes your brain process what you just said in the hallway. A traitorous sob leaves your mouth as you fully comprehend how rude you were to Billy. And how rude he was to you. 

“Hey, hey,” Steve pulls you into a hug, running his hand over your hair to calm you. “It’s going to be okay, but for now let's get you home. I’ll pick Carol up from school later when I get Dustin.” 

Steve helps you into his car and drives you home, your too empty home. Your mom and stepdad are on vacation celebrating their anniversary, leaving you home with Carol. Normally you would love it, but with everything that's happened lately you hate it. Granted, you had insisted they still go last night, you didn’t plan on being home alone. 

“I just wanted to help,” you whisper to Steve. “He wanted help and I wanted to help him.”

“I know, and you're an amazing person for it,” Steve says lightly, and you pull on your sleeves that started to rise up during the commotion with 

--

Loud knocks on the door pull yours and Carol’s attention away from Tom Selleck running around in a pair of short shorts on your tv. You quickly mute the episode of Magnum P.I. and head for the front door. “Stay there and don’t make a sound,” you warn Carol. 

You look out the peephole and see a mop of red curls pacing the length of the porch. “Max?” you question as you throw the door open.

“Billy came home from school fuming that he ruined everything. He was listening to his music too loud when Neil got home and he started screaming at him. Billy screamed back, saying that it was Neil’s fault that he can’t be normal. It’s so bad (Y/N),” Max’s voice breaks. “It’s never been this bad before. I’m scared he’s going to kill Billy.” 

Max’s mouth continues to move, but you can’t hear anything after the words kill and Billy. Your heart rate picks up quite substantially as you run out of the house in slippers and just your keys, no jacket, no drivers license, no anything. You see Max and Carol watching from the doorway as you back out of the driveway and speed down the street. You don’t care how fast you’re driving, if Max believes Billy is in serious danger he probably is. 

You whip into the Hargrove driveway, not caring if you hit Neil’s car. You run to the door finding it strangely unlocked. As you get closer to the door you can hear Neil screaming so loud you can hear him clearly through the closed door. His voice becomes impossibly louder as you throw open the front door and enter uninvited or that you're in a Hawkins high basketball t shirt and plaid pajama pants. 

“You. Stupid. Fucking. Fag,” you hear skin loudly hit skin between every word. “You. Ruined. Your. Own. Life.”

“Get off of him!” you scream as soon as you see Neil straddling Billy. Neil was randomly switching between smacking and punching Billy randomly. You wrench Neil off of the beaten Billy with strength you don’t know you possess. Adrenaline you suppose.

Neil’s anger quickly switches to you, and he slaps you across your face, just like your own father. You can feel the familiar sting from flesh on flesh. 

“That all you’ve got?” you antagonize him, trying to keep his attention away from the broken boy that you love.

Love? Now is definitely not the time to have some emotional breakthrough. You’re newly discovered feelings need to be put on the back burner, all that matters is getting Billy out of this house alive. 

“This is the worthless whore turning you into a pussy?” Neil laughs loudly as he turns back to Billy, who is now sitting up. “Max’s friends older sister? She must be damn good in the sack.”

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Billy screams. He gets up quickly and pushes Neil into the wall so hard that the picture frames rattle, and some fall to the ground and shatter on impact. “And don’t you ever lay a hand on her again!” Billy winds his arm back to punch Neil in the face, but you grab his arm to stop him. 

“It’s not worth it, it won’t make you feel any better in the long run. Take the high road Billy. Please,” he looks at your desperate face and the adrenaline that helped him stand immediately dissipates. 

He falls into your arms, the only thing keeping him standing is you. You wrap his arm around your shoulders and snake your arm around his waist. You glare at Susan, who has stood in the corner quietly watching the entire thing. Neil gets between you and Billy and the door. 

“Don’t test me,” you seeth, getting ready to lean Billy against the wall so you can hit his father. Screw being the bigger person, this man is really testing your patience. “Move before I kick you so hard where the sun doesn’t shine that it’ll be coming out of your mouth.” 

Neil's about to make some smart ass remark until he sees the fresh bruises and cuts littering your arms. You narrow your eyes at him and he silently, and reluctantly, moves out of the way. You quickly help Billy into your car before speeding back to the girls.  

He’s bloody and bruised, worse than you’ve ever seen before. And he’s crying, something you weren’t even sure was possible coming from Billy Hargrove. 

“What happened?” you whisper when you’re stopped at a red light. The obnoxious red illuminating his slightly bruised face. Props to the abusive fathers for choosing hideable places to really bruise their kids. 

“I want to be normal,” his voice comes out quiet, far from the confident cocky boy that you’ve come to know. “He’s why I can’t be. Every time I’m happy he finds a way to hurt me, and then I take it out on kids at school. 

“You need to find a coping mechanism,” you advise as the light turns green. “Maybe you can practice basketball more? ‘Cause I’m sure you don’t want to write your feelings down like I do.”

“The only other woman I’ve ever loved in any capacity abandoned me. No one I have ever loved before has ever stuck around. And I thought it would be easier to push you away rather than you realizing I’m not worth it. That’s why I fought Harrington earlier.”

“Love?” you're bewildered by Billy’s confession. “You don’t love me Billy, if you did you wouldn’t have hurt my only friend to make things easier for you.” You pull into your driveway, neither of you making any move to exit the car. 

“My mom left me with Neil so she could have a better life. I’m worthless to her, I’m worthless to everyone,” Billy admits quietly. “I just didn’t want you to see me like that too, so I found a shitty out.”

“You aren’t worthless Billy Hargrove,” you say softly, hoping he believes you. “And even though we aren’t friends anymore, you and Max can stay here as long as you need.”

This time you make an exit from the car, quickly walking away from Billy and the tangled webs of your feelings for each other. Max and Carol are waiting for you at the door, eyes wide as they land on Billy who’s walking up behind you.

“Carol, go get the first aid kid,” you give her a look that says stop staring. She scurries off and you bring Billy into the kitchen. Her and Max hover quietly as you clean Billy’s cuts and bandage him up. You must have been concentrating really hard, because it feels like some sweat is trickling down your leg. 

“(Y/N), you’re bleeding,” Max sounds worried as the blood seeps through your pant leg. 

“Shit,” you breathe out quietly. “Not another pair of pants,” you whine, taking a seat next to Billy.  

“I’m calling Mom,” Carol exclaims nervously. 

“No you’re not,” you sigh at your little sister. “I probably just popped a stitch, which I can fix myself.”

You gingerly roll up your pant leg to see that you have indeed popped a few stitches. You give a long dramatic sigh as you reach for the needle and thread, but a large thick hand beats you to it. You meet Billy’s eyes and you can see the silent rage burning in them, wanting to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you. 

“What happened?” his voice as soft as yours was in the car. He carefully pulls your bleeding leg up to rest on his lap, his fingers gentle as he caresses your skin before threading the needle. 

“My dad,” you whimper at the confession, and not the needle sliding through your skin. “He’s been following me for days, yesterday he cornered me and beat me up.”

Once Billy’s down sewing you up, he aggressively paces the kitchen like he wasn’t just beat up himself. 

“Billy you need to calm down,” you say gently. “There’s no need for you to get worked up over it.”

“Damn it (Y/N)!” Billy pulls at the ends of his hair. “I’m in love with you! And nobody hurts you and gets away with it.”

“You hurt me!” voice far louder than you intended. Max and Carol’s wide eyes move between the two of you. “More than I ever thought possible. You pushed me away in every way you knew that would mentally hurt me. That’s not love.”

“I was giving you an out-”

“No, you weren’t, “ you cut him off. “You hurt me in order to save yourself pain down the road. Well newsflash, the only one that abandoned someone here is you.” 

“I’m scared!” if you didn’t know any better you would swear that there are unshed tears shining in his eyes. 

“So am I! I realized that I loved you when I was, quite literally, saving your life,” words are once again leaving you before your brain can process what you’re saying. “Hours after you started a fight with Steve for God knows what reason. It’s hard and scary being in love with the Billy Hargrove, the infamous ladies man. Especially when he’s too embarrassed to truly be my friend when we’re at school.”

“You love me?” Billy sounds stunned. Max has a small smile on her face as Carol gaps at your confession. 

“No?” you squint, hoping you can pinch yourself and wake up from this pain pill induced dream. But you aren’t that lucky. 

“I want to be better for you,” he gently grabs your hand, pulling it up to his face so he can kiss the scratches on your arms. “I’ve never felt this way before and I got scared. I wanted to really be friends at school, but I knew Tommy H. and Carol would rip into you.”

“Two broken people don’t make a whole one,” you whisper your last line of defense. 

“But they can be there for each other with love and support,” Billy’s words surprise you. He pulls you into his arms. “I’ll never hurt you (Y/N), never lay a finger on you.”

“I’m sorry,” you rush out. “For what I said at school. It was rude and uncalled for, I was lashing out because it hurt.”

“I’m sorry too, for what I said and did,” he sighs before continuing. “I’m even sorry I pushed Harrington into those lockers.”

“You have to apologize to him,” you push lightly on his chest so he looks into your eyes and not at your lips. 

“Whatever you want,” he leans forward, finally capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined, him being such a heavy smoker and all. Typically the smell of tobacco is a turn off for you, but with Billy it’s an inviting smell. The kiss is over too soon, you pull away as Billy goes to slip his tongue in your mouth. There was no way you would go that far in your kitchen. 

Whoops coming from Max and Carol make you extremely glad that you didn’t let the kiss get any deeper. The girls don’t need to see that, and you don’t know how far you two would have gotten before you remembered you weren’t alone. You laugh lightly before placing fingers to your slightly swollen lips. 

Max and Carol say their goodnights, winking at you tow before running off to your sisters room. You lead Billy up the stairs, the energy from both of you draining as you come back to Earth and realize just how tired everything you've gone through has made you two.

“I love you Billy,” you carefully snuggle closer to his chest. 

“I love you too (Y/N),” he gently runs his hand over your hair. 

It may not be conventional, but Billy Hargrove is undoubtedly the love of your life. Both of you have been dealt some pretty shitty cards, but it helps you understand the other better. As you lay in your bed with Billy, you and him make a plan to leave this dangerous city and move to California after graduation. For the first time in a long time, you fall asleep truly happy wrapped up in Billy’s bruised but strong arms.

Permanent tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen​​ @rexorangecouny​​

[elleonmybeloved]

Well-Praised

Title: Well-Praised Author: PinkPerfume Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey me! Pairing: Asmodeus/MC Rating: Explicit Tags: Praise Kink, Fingering, Squirting, Dirty Talk Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22690375

Summary:  Asmo knows his cute lover's got a praise kink and is not afraid to take advantage of that. He's the avatar of lust, so you really can't blame him for getting a little pushy with the human he loves. 

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“Your moaning voice for me is so precious, ooh I just wanna eat you up. Look at you, such a good girl taking both fingers at a time.”

“Wait Asmo, th-that feels weird!” She squirmed at the sensation - she rarely touched herself there because it made her feel like she had to pee. Her trepidation earned a pleased laugh from the demon two-fingers deep inside her. 

“That’s your g-spot sweetie. Feels good when I rub your little clit and grind my fingers against this spot at the same time huh~?” He crooned, cradling her even more with his body, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Ohh~h… Asmo! Asmo it feels so good.”

“Mmm you’re making a face like you’re drowning in pleasure. How cute~ I’ll make you feel even better honey.”

The cocksure expression on his face and his unrelenting stroking had her weak, eyes glassy as she curled into him, completely under his spell. Soft lewd squelching sounds whenever he moved his hands proved just how wet his praise was making her.

He began swirling the pad of his finger around her clit and her breath caught in her chest, arousal skyrocketing. Her head felt fuzzy.

“You like me teasing your naughty little nub don’t you, sweet thing? I can feel your pussy clenching on me happily. That’s so cu~te. Hey, stick your tongue out for me okay honey?”

Hazily, she opened her mouth and did so. 

“Good girl.” He murmured approvingly and leaned down and promptly made out with her in a messy kiss that had her panting for air, the avatar of lust leading her in a completely debauched version of a french kiss. It should’ve been gross, but instead it was incredibly hot, and she felt the pressure building in her stomach swirling upward and managed a muffled moan of excitement at the rising pleasure.

Breaking off from her mouth, Asmo gave her a smug little smile at her state and rubbed her sensitive spot faster, ignoring her squeals of protest as he went to town on it.

“S-stop touching tha-aaat~ noo, I- I feel… weird!” She gasped out, but her hips were raising eagerly to meet his hand all on their own.

“Feel like you’re gonna cum sweetie? Don’t be scared, just relax. I’m here.” He nuzzled into her, rubbing his cheek against hers soothingly. “Never had an orgasm with anything other than your clit before huh? That’s so cute. You’re like a virgin! I’m gonna show you all the different kinds of pleasure you’re missing out on. You deserve more, everything~”

She just gritted her teeth, brain assaulted by the rapid fire pleasure that engulfed her senses.

“Asmo, something- something is c-coming…!”

“Hehe, your cries are so adorable~ don’t worry honey, it’s gonna feel great.” His words were dripping with sweetness, eyes never leaving hers for a second. 

She tried to resist it -really, really not wanting to piss on a demon even if there was a high chance he’d be into that- but he just laughed, knowing what she was up to and gave her a smug smirk, knowing that she was seconds away from cumming whether she wanted to or not. 

He was just that good.

“Ohhh~ fuuuuck!” She squealed out, extreme pleasure squeezing hard as she orgasmed hard, hips lifting completely off the bed, leg muscles trembling like a leaf. She vaguely felt a hot, wet sensation. “Ohmigod oh my gooood!”

She was still cumming. Unable to keep her composure, her eyes rolled back in her head and the pleasure took control of her mind.

It was several moments before she returned to her senses.

Asmo was looking at her as if admiring a piece of art he’d made, leaning his head against his hand, elbow propped up on the bed. Wearing an extremely self-satisfied expression, as if he had been the one to orgasm instead.

“I’m so proud of you honey. I just knew you had it in you to squirt~ I have an eye for that sort of thing, hehe.” 

With a flail of sluggish limbs, she squawked and scrambled up to look at herself. There was a puddle underneath her glistening sex, soaking into the bed sheets and slowly turning them a few shades darker.

“Now now, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart!” He insisted when she began to splutter apologies and cover her face with her hands. “I may look like this-” He flipped his perfectly wavy hair. “-But I can handle a little mess. In fact, if it’s you, I’d love to wreck you even more and get you even messier. You look so erotic like that, panting and drenched in girl cum~♡.”

“Oh...well. Thanks.” She murmured, still a bit embarrassed, but pleased. Recognizing the predatory look in his eyes as he made to touch her, she swallowed dryly. “H-hold on. I don’t have the stamina you guys do. I need… a-a few minutes.”

Asmo pouted but backed off. “Aww. But you’re still twitching down there~ like your cute little pussy wants more pleasure. How can I deny it?”

She laughed. “God, you demons are insatiable. And of course I had to pick the worst one. Just give me a minute you beast!”

He made an indignant noise. “Worst one? Beast? That’s simply not even close to being true sweetheart, you can’t just joke like that. It’s not funny.”

“It’s true!”

Frowning, he tugged her hips forward, parting her legs in one swift motion and leaning down to hover over her. 

“Now that’s just mean. I’m gonna have to bully you back~.”

“Wait, wait! I take it back! I didn’t mean it!”

“Too late honey. I’m gonna have to get up close and personal to your core and teach you the difference between the crude fucking of a beast, and perfect - absolute- complete- lustful- seduction.” He ended in a whisper right in her ear. “I’ll grind lots of love into your deepest parts so that there’s no way you can misunderstand. Be a good girl and take it all, okay?” 

[okimargarvez]

TASK FORCE - 12

Original title: Task force.

Prompt: during the Doyle case, FBI Director calls five teams to catch him.

Warning: A.U., what if for S6, character’s death, crossover.

Genre: action, family, angst, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Phil Brooks, Kevin Lynch, Sam Cooper, Mick Rawson, Gina La Salle, Beth Griffith, Jonathan Simms, Jack Garrett, Clara Seger, Russ Montgomery, Matthew Simmons, Mae Jarvis, Mary Meadows, Owen Quinn, Jack Flicker, O.C.

Pairings: Garvez (Penelope x Kevin, Luke x O. C.), Hotchniss, Katt (slight), demily (slight), Mick x Gina, O.C. x O.C.).

Note: oneshot 74 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏 😘😈🔦🎲 🕶️🎈⚰️.

Song: La differenza tra me e te, Tiziano Ferro

Task force - Masterlist

See the notes for more informations.

GARVEZ STORIES

And if... my life occasionally wiped out... the uselessness of these insecurities... I wouldn't tell you...

*checkmate

She is not openly crying, but she is so close. -It cannot be true. I can’t believe. I don’t want to believe it.- she shakes her head, while her friend increases the grip on her hand, even though he is no less upset. -Why shouldn't she have told us?- Morgan would like to console her, but he can't. He's too busy cursing himself for not seeing the signs first.

-That's exactly the point, Penelope.- the older man explains to calm down her. -We are her family. And remember what Doyle's goals is?- awareness makes its way into her chest as she nods.

-We have to find her.- she looks above all at Hotch, who seems strange, different. But it will all be in her head, she sees things that are not there, perhaps she dreams of them as well. And it would also be easy to believe it, if she didn’t have certain marks, signs on her body, which persist in not wanting to go away. But this story is not in the least important now that they have lost Emily.

The last piece of the puzzle, the discovery of Lauren Reynolds' identity, also reaches the other teams, which for the occasion gathered in their initial formations. In the IRT, Clara is definitely the most upset. They worked together for years, she considers her as one of her best friends and she cannot understand how she could have been so blind, and above all why she didn't trust her. Once, perhaps for too many glasses of wine, she had told her they were like sisters. Jack tries to convince her that it wasn't her fault, almost unnecessarily.

Mick, who has notoriously always had a soft crush on Prentiss, lets out his anger by punching things. Gina tries to calm him down and finds no other way than to hug him. It is the first time it has happened in years and years of working together. Both remain puzzled by the sensations they feel, but don’t have time to deepen them.

In the remaining teams, it is those who have collaborated with her for a few days, since they are part of the same group, to be confused and most affected by the story. Someone even makes a joke, citing the film with Juila Roberts, but is soon sedated.

Four days have passed since that night and Luke was no longer able to even approach her. He saw her in passing, during some general meeting, but she avoided his gaze and vanished instantly. Phil snatched the truth from him, almost choking on his beer, but not the details. He gave him a pat so hard that he almost broke a bone. But he couldn't help it. This coldness on his part mortally wounds him, but he expected it. But when Vladimir tells them the latest discovery, Luke instantly senses the effect this thing will have on her and abandons the discussion before it's over. Dalia stares at Phil, convinced (rightly) that he knows what's wrong with Luke. Claudia manages to calm her down; she is the only one with this magical power.

Luke practically runs to her office, but freezes, recognizing the male tone and the nuances of anger in his voice. -But I know why you're doing it.- an evil, really bad laugh, thanks to which he would have already gained a punch, if only he had this guy in front of him. -You fucked with that man of the fugitive team, that seems to have come out of a Mexican comic book.- he doesn’t even feel particularly offended to be defined through a stereotype, indeed, he is almost happy, because he captures the only positive side of the thing: what there is among them it is so evident that even this jerk has got there. -What is his last name? Alvarez?- a crooked grimace paints the lips of the Latin hearing his surname wrong. He looks around, but no one is coming, so he keeps eavesdropping.

-It's Alvez, and whit whom I fucked or not, is no longer your business!- a noise, like something being pushed. He hopes that it was she who did it and not the other, because if he only dares to touch her hair... -We are not together or am I wrong?- his heart jumps for joy, considering that in a bizarre way she is defending him, and also... Them.

A snap, compatible with a slap. It takes him a while to understand that probably he has beat one hand against the other. -No, you're right.- another laugh that is half a sob. -Luckily I didn’t buy that ring.- Luke's eyes widen dramatically.

-What?- Penelope's upset cry is reflected in his stomach.

A series of sighs. An exasperating pause, before Kevin continues. -I wanted to make peace with you, take you out to dinner and ask you to marry me.- was he really ready to take that step? Was he really that close to losing everything? But inside he feels that she wouldn't have said yes anyway. -So, there would be no more breaks. It was fun, when we were younger…- he continues to explain, then he laughs again. -What a jerk I was.- at least he was able to say one right thing.

-Maybe it was fun for you, but certainly not for me!- he instantly recognizes the shades of pain in her voice. Somehow, for some strange, arcane reason, she really loves him. Not enough, or she wouldn't have ended up in his bed. And this is not a male chauvinist thought but a simple observation.

-Tell me, plum sauce, have you ever loved me?- he imagines them. He sees Kevin trying to take her hand, one last desperate attempt. But he also sees her reject him, free herself. -Because I find it hard to believe, given the speed with which you threw yourself into another's arms...- in fact melancholy quickly turns into sadness.

-I didn't throw myself in anyone's arms!- she protests and Lynch can't know she's telling the truth. It was he who captured her, and it was a hard fight to win.

An ironic laugh. Luke clenches his fists, looking around again. -Want to deny? Come on, Penelope, I saw the way you look at him and how he looks at you.- his heart begins to beat wildly. -You two had sex with your eyes during the meetings, but from the way you treated him today... in my opinion he also hit the target. - how the hell did he notice? Is it so obvious? Will his friends, his team, Dalia, have noticed it too? What about her team? Morgan? All the rest of the world, including Flicker? He believed he had been clever and discreet. Before he hit the target, as Lynch called it, they had exchanged short, stealthy looks at strategic moments. But he's right, that was a kind of foreplay.

A loud noise, of something or someone who is pushed and ends up against some wall, pulling down what is hanging on it. -Stop it, Kevin, I can't stand your tone anymore!- pain and anger continually exchange roles, in her voice. -That's why I don't want to go back with you.- Luke closes his eyes, savoring the moment. -Alvez has nothing to do with it. You men must always find a lover, a scapegoat to feel you have a clear conscience, don't you?- he imagines the grimace on her mouth and feels the urge to kiss her. -I'm sorry, it won't be like that. And yes, you were right not to buy the ring, because I would never have said yes!- as he had imagined. -Now, go out, please. I want to be alone.- it spends a few frightening moments of absolute silence, before he can hear the steps of the man coming towards him. He barely hides himself just in time. He has an absolute need to see her, but he respects her will. Loving often sucks.

-

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[penny4yourthot]

Broken Stranger- Part 7

Summary: Torri (O/C) needs to escape her life in Seattle because of her abusive husband. When she ends up in Charming things don’t go as planned.

part-1/ part-2 / part-3/ part-4 /part-5/ part-6

It has been two weeks since I moved in with Chibs. We had a routine; Wake up and eat breakfast together, head to the clubhouse where he would take care of club business or work in the garage and I would help Gemma with various things. I would then stock the bar and start pouring drinks later in the evening. After my shift was over at the bar Chibs and I would go back to his place and watch a movie or something on tv and then go to sleep.

Ever since the first night at his house, I have been sleeping in Chibs bed with him so I wouldn't get nightmares. Nothing has happened except snuggling and hugging along with kisses on the cheek or forehead. It's refreshing to have a man respect your boundaries and agree to take things super slow.

I haven't told Chibs about the pregnancy yet but I plan on doing so soon. With the possibility of so much going wrong in the first trimester of pregnancy, I wanted to wait to make sure this was actually happening before telling him.

It was currently around one pm and I was at Chibs house alone. I hadn't slept well last night due to being up half the night throwing up. I told him I thought I was getting the stomach flu and he called Gemma to tell her that I was too sick to work today. Chibs texted me to let me know he would be home in a few hours so I decided to go lay down for a while. I opened my purse and grabbed the ultrasound pictures and held them up while I laid in bed, my left hand resting on my lower abdomen.

“If you could stop making me sick that would be great,” I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice. I was currently 10 weeks along and I was determined tonight would be the night I would tell Chibs. He deserved to know, especially because I planned on taking things further with him soon.

This would be the first time in two weeks I have slept alone. I was a bit fearful of having a nightmare but the lack of sleep from the previous night made sleep overcome me quickly.

***

I about jumped out of the bed when I felt the bed divot indicating someone sat down on the mattress. I looked up to see Chibs holding the ultrasound pictures that I was still holding when I fell asleep. I couldn't read his expression.

“Where ye going te tell me?” he asked, his eyes pleaded for an answer.

“I was going to tell you tonight”

“How long have ye known?” he questioned. His eyes drifted back over the photos that were in his hand.

          “Since you brought me to see Tara for that X-ray. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I wanted to be sure it was real before I told you. I didn't know how you would react either. I don't want you to feel like you have to keep me around because of this, this is a huge responsibility,” I rambled.

          He looked up at me from the pictures with a small smile on his face.

         “Ye have a wee one in there?” He questioned. It seemed as if he wanted to be sure this was real too before he reacted. I nodded in response to which he smiled.

         “You're not mad?” I asked him

         “No, of course not,” a smile crept up his face as he looked back at the pictures in his hand. I instinctively moved my hand over my lower abdomen again.

         “I promise I’ll find my own place, I don't want to force this all on you,” I said as I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. None of this was his responsibility and I didn't want him to feel like he had to take part in this pregnancy.

         “Torri, ye not forcing anything on me, I wan’ ye here with me. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks now bu’ I like ye a lot, I don’t wan’ ye te leave,” he said as he put the ultrasound pictures down on the nightstand and sat right in front of me.

         “Are you sure? I wouldn't be offended if you wanted me gone.” I put my legs down and sat criss cross in front of him, lazily lying my arms down my side. He grabbed my left hand and rubbed circles over the top of it.

         “I'm more than sure, we have an extra room here and tha’ can be where the baby can go,” he pointed out as he looked me in my eyes. I could see the happiness he held there like he was excited about this. I smiled at him and he moved his arms to pull me into a hug. He held me close for a few seconds until I pulled away and looked at him. My mouth only inches away from his.

         I slowly leaned forward and closed my eyes as our lips gently touched. I could feel the smile on his mouth as he kissed me back.

         The kiss quickly became passionate, his tongue ran against my bottom lip asking for access to my mouth. I opened my lips and soon we were exploring each others mouths. A small moan escaped my throat as he gently bit my lip before pulling away. A small frown plastered my face when he pulled away.

         “Lass, we have te stop, I won't be able to stop if we keep this up,” he laughed as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

         “I don't want you to stop,” I said a daring grin spread across my lips.

         “Are ye sure?” he asked.

         “Yes.” was all I said before I crashed my lips to his. He laid me down on the bed and kissed down my neck before slowly taking my shirt off. He let out a low groan as he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra under my shirt. As he reached to pull down my sweatpants he looked back up at me as if asking for permission. I nodded for him to continue, a huge smile plastered on my face.

***

         “Ye have no idea how long i’ve wanted te do that,” Chibs panted, twenty minutes later.

         “I'm guessing somewhere around two weeks,” I laughed as I laid completely naked on the bed, still trying to catch my breath. He chuckled in response as he got up and turned the shower on in the bathroom.

         “Want te join me?” he asked as he walked into the bathroom. I got out of the bed and followed him into the shower. We stepped into the warm water. Chibs grabbed my shampoo and started to massage it into my hair. I turned around to face him and rinsed my hair off as he gently placed a kiss on my lips.

         This was such an amazing change of pace. To have someone actually care about me and be so gentle with me. I turned back around to rinse my face off, some of the shampoo had fallen close to my eyes. I smiled when I felt chibs hands around my waist pulling my back into him.

         “I'm going te be here for ye and this little one,” he whispered into my ear as his hands rested on my lower abdomen. I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face.

         “I’m so grateful I met you,” was all I could say as the tears started to stream down my face. I was over emotional from the hormones but at least this time I was crying out of happiness. I stood in Chibs arms for a few minutes before he unwrapped his arms around me to grab the body wash and started to massage it into my skin.

         After washing each other and rinsing off we stepped out of the shower and wrapped ourselves in towels and then went to the bedroom to put our pajamas on.

         “Are ye hungry?” Chibs asked as he pulled his shirt over his head.

         “Yeah, seems like I worked up an appetite,” I said with a wink. He laughed as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pile of take-out menus putting them on the counter.

         “Since we haven't gone grocery shopping in a week here are your choices,” He chuckled.

         Once we decided what we wanted to eat he called in the order and we sat on the couch and I was able to convince Chibs to watch The Notebook with me. It didn't take long for the food to arrive and after we ate I snuggled up into him to watch the rest of the movie.

         He looked at me with and laughed when he saw I was crying halfway through the movie.

         “They just love each other s-so much” I sniffled. I playfully slapped him when he laughed at me again.  After the movie was over we headed to bed.

         “What did you think?” I asked him as I crawled under the covers.

         “It was surprisingly good,” he replied as he wrapped his arm around me.

         “My big, bad biker liked The Notebook?” I asked teasingly

         “I will deny it if you ever tell any of my brothers,” he said with a laugh and then kissed the top of my head.  I snuggled in closer to him.

         “Goodnight Chibs,” I said already almost half asleep.

         “Goodnight Torri, and goodnight wee little one,” he said as he placed his hand over my abdomen.