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Chapter 20 pt. 2- I Do

Summary: It's wedding time, baby.

Word Count: 17.4K (.....I'm so sorry)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (holy SHIT you guys, I really went balls to the wall on this one, I fear), kind of semi-public sex (you already know these horndogs are going at it again), More getting caught (Steve is causing his own problems at this point), wedding things!!, family dynamics, mentions of death/grief, lots of emotions, alcohol/drinking, so many feelings (grab the tissues, friends), Javi being adorable with kids, Javi being so in LOVE it HURTS?!? So much joy and happiness because Javi deserves the world and more

A/N: HELLO. Part 2 is finally finished *insert Spongebob narrator voice* 4 years later 🫠 Omg y'all, thank you SO much for bearing with me as I finish this, it has been a labor of love like no other, but I am so excited to finally share our favorite couple's special day and finally GET THESE TWO MARRIED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would very much be lying if I said I didn't cry multiple times writing this chapter 🥺 I can't believe these two are actually getting married- words can't express how thankful I am for everyone who's wanted to stick around and read my silly little story to see these two make it to their wedding day- your support and kind words mean more to me than you will ever know 💛 Poorly beta'd bc I'm the worst, also, I've seen that sometimes people have issues reblogging things with comments that are this long (my apologies), but comments and reblogs make me wanna cry and throw up with joy, so it means a lot to me if you're able to leave a comment if it won't let you reblog with one!!!

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Never had you been so anxious to walk in a straight line.

Because truth be told, that was all you needed to do to walk down the aisle- walk in a straight line.

But when that straight line meant the walk to finally get to marry your future husband, to take his last name, to start the beginning of your forever together, not to mention kissing him in front of all your closest family and friends, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach swirling in anticipation as you waited for your ceremony to start.

“You okay, Hermosa?” Javi asked, his thumb gently stroking your hand that he had been holding since the moment he saw you, almost as if he was refusing to let go. You looked up at him, big brown puppy dog eyes staring down at you with a goofy grin that hadn’t left his face, the sight of his handsome, broad frame easing your racing heart enough to help you remember that when you walked down that aisle in a few short minutes, he was the only thing that mattered.

“I’m perfect.” You smiled, pressing up on your toes just enough to peck his lips quickly before someone in the wedding party needed to barrate you both again about saving your kissing until after you were finally married. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this many people staring all at me at once. Knowing my luck, I’m gonna trip and fall over this dress before I can even make it to you. Or better yet, with my dumbass decision to have David and Charlie walk me down the aisle, I’ll be lucky if they don’t push me to the ground first.”

“Well, even if you did fall, you would still be the most beautiful woman on the face of this Earth. My clumsy, grass-stained wife.” Javi snickered, giving you a little nudge as you rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove back.

“Pendejo. You have both of our vows books, right? You promise you haven’t peeked?”

“Yup, both right here in my pocket.” Javi smiled, patting his tux by his chest. “Promise I haven’t read it. Although for my sake I probably should have, because if I can’t even make it through seeing you in your dress, then these vows are gonna make me a fuckin’ goner.”

“Bold of you to assume I had nice things to say about you in there.” You teased, raising your eyebrow as you smirked at him, making Javi shake his head as he laughed.

“Alright everyone, it’s 3:00, it’s time to get this show on the road! Make sure you’re in order like we practiced, that you take your time walking down to the music, girls, please do not throw petals at each other, and make sure you all- Javi, where are you? You’re supposed to be at the front of this line, sir.” Connie sassed, proving to you that she really was the perfect person for the task of making sure that things ran smoothly today, bossing the group around like the captain of a well organized ship.

“Sorry, I’m coming,” Javi replied sheepishly. “I love you, Osita.” Sliding the hand that was entangled with yours around your waist, Javi pulled you in for a kiss, much more obviously than he probably should have, considering the shit the two of you were about to get being literal minutes away from getting married.

“Javier! Get you A-S-S up here! Kiss her all you want once you say I do!” Connie shouted, rolling her eyes at the two of you, Javi pulling away in defense with his hands raised, trying to prove his innocence.

“Oh, I know what that one spells, Mrs. Murphy! That one spells-”

“Javi? Please?” Connie asked again, quickly trying her best to cut off your niece, Olivia, before she could finish the rest of her thought in front of everyone else, making the group giggle at her matter of factness.

“Okay, okay, I’m here!” Javi pleaded, making his way to the front of the procession, taking his place next to his dad as Connie did one more check through of everyone’s spot in line before giving the music an all clear to start playing.

As you stood at the end of the line, you peeked up to see Javi turned around staring back at you with that same stupid smile on his face, completely enamored and awestruck by you, already convincing you that you were going to turn into a puddle before you could even make it down the aisle.

But as you went to re-adjust your bouquet in your grasp, you quickly realized there were not one, but two things missing from your procession line, now about to start walking down the aisle.

Your brothers.

Despite having seen them only seconds ago, as you quickly whipped your head around, they were now nowhere to be found.

“Charlie? David? Where the fuck did you go?” You whisper shouted, frantically looking around for any sight of them.

Suddenly, you heard a rustling from one of the bushes around the corner from where you had been lined up and waiting, followed by the all too familiar voices of your brothers up to no good.

“Just finish it you dingus, I already drank the first half!”

“Why the fuck did we leave this out here? It’s fucking warm. You got the better half, that’s not fair!”

“It was warm when I drank it too, dumbwad. Just finish it, we gotta fucking go, hurry up!”

As you peered behind the bush, you saw your brothers wiping their mouth with the back of their hands as the tossed a can of Miller Lite to the ground, freezing in fear as they saw your menacing and disappointed glare staring back at them.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?!”

“It was David’s idea!” Charlie responded, pointing at his brother.

“Charlie didn’t say no!” David responded back, now pointing at him. “You didn’t expect us to get through this sober, did you? You’re the one who asked us to marry you, so I don’t know what to tell ya, Cubby. Plus, we wanted to pour one out for Patrick since he’s the luckiest bastard out of all of us and doesn’t have to worry about fucking up marrying his little sister.”

“God, you two are idiots. Well that thing you agreed to do is happening as we speak so can we go do that, please?” You sighed, trying your best not to laugh at your brother’s antics, knowing that you really should have expected nothing less from the pair after you and Javi had asked them to officiate your wedding, considering neither of you had wanted anything religious, and wanted someone who knew you to be the ones to do it.

“Okay, okay!” They replied, one rushing to each side of you and hooking their arm around yours as you made your way back to your spot at the end of the processional line that had now begun to move forward.

“Where were you 3 dumbbells? The ceremony is starting!” Your dad gruffed, trying his best to restrain from slapping each of you upside the head.

“Cubby wanted a beer.” David replied, shrugging his shoulders, keeping his head facing forward, trying his best not to laugh.

“Honey, seriously?!” Your mom scolded, looking at you with disgust.

“I did not! I was trying to find these two idiots!” You groaned, eying your brothers as they shook you back and forth between them in their grasp. “I hate you both, I hope you know that.”

“We love you too, Cubby.” Charlie smirked, knowing that for as much as you said it, there wasn’t a bone in your body that could hate your brothers. For as dumb and annoying as they were, there would never be another moment you would take for granted with them, knowing all too well that life was much too short to do anything but cherish your time together, wishing you had more time to spend with the brother who couldn’t be here with you today.

Before you could respond, your thought was interrupted by the voice of the DJ through the speakers set up outside, your heart steadily beginning to pound at the reality that everything you had been waiting for was all about to become real.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen if you could please find your seats, we’re about to get started with our ceremony! Thank you so much, folks!” As his voice echoed through the speakers, a hush began to fall over the crowd of your friends and family that had gathered here, now anxiously alongside you for the ceremony to begin.

A few seconds passed before you could hear the music beginning to play, the familiar melody of “Everywhere” by Fleetwood Mac ringing through the speakers- an easily unanimous pick for a song to walk down the aisle to for you and Javi, remembering the first night you had spent together in your apartment, making midnight mac n’ cheese and already falling head over heels in love with each other.

As the beat began to pick up, your heart started to race, peaking over the backs of everyone’s heads to watch all 5 of your flower girls begin to skip down the aisle, throwing petals every which way around them as they moved.

You couldn’t help but laugh as all their little personalities shone through as they made their way to the altar- Olivia Murphy, being the oldest, most definitely was taking her role the most seriously, holding her baby sister in one hand and carefully sprinkling flowers evenly in front of her. Your niece, Olivia, was second in line to live up to her role, although, being the little ham she was, threw in the occasional twirl in the middle of the aisle to get people to look at her, along with her little waves to the crowd. The rest of the girls, Brianna, Abby and Madison, well, you were just happy that they made it down the aisle, thankful that their older sisters were at least on the lookout enough to keep them from running through the rows of your guests or dumping the entire bucket of flowers on themselves (you had learned your lesson from your rehearsal dinner that Brianna needed about half as less flowers as the others).

Your face lit up watching the girls, your heart filling with joy with the “awhs” and laughter from the crowd at their theatrics as they met at the altar with an impressively semi-rehearsed curtsy, followed by promptly running out of the spotlight and over to Connie who was waiting for them.

Now that the flower girls had finished making their way down, the processional line began to shift forward once again, this time, leaving Javi and his dad to walk down together, Javi insisting that even though his mom would have been the one to walk him down if she was here, that wanted Chucho to be there in her place instead.

“Ready, Mijo?” Chucho grinned, giving Javi a little nudge. “Am I going to have to keep you from sprinting down the aisle, or do you think you can manage walking?”

As the pair began walking down to the melodic beat of the song, Javi couldn’t help but laugh at his dad’s comment, because as much as he wanted to tease him right back, he knew damn well he was so excited that he would have run to the altar if it meant he got to marry you even a minute quicker.

“Javier?” Chucho asked, looking up at his son with tears in his eyes as the pair moved down the parted pathway between the crowd of guests.

“Yeah, Pops?”

“Estoy orgulloso de ti, mijo. Tu mama y yo. (I am so proud of you, son. Me and your mother.) We are so happy that you have found your media naranja (other half). Nosotros te amamos. (We love you so much.)”

As Javi and Chucho reached the end of the aisle, Javi wrapped his arms around his dad, pulling him close as Chucho patted him on the back, pulling away to look at his son, tears now in both of their eyes, thinking about how far they had come to end up where they were in this very moment, thanking whatever greater power that had finally brought them and Lucia the peace they all desperately deserved.

Javier Pena knew he was worthy of the love and happiness that his parents had longed for. He had finally proved to himself and his parents he really was the good man that he had hoped to be.

“I love you, Pops. Thank you for everything.” Javi whispered to his dad, trying to fight back any more tears from falling down his cheeks.

“Te amo mucho, Javier. (I love you so much, Javier). Thank you for finally realizing that who you are is enough. Now, stop crying over your old man and save some tears for your wife.” Chucho laughed quietly, giving his son another pat on the back with a soft smile wrinkling his cheeks.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re gonna have to worry about that.” Javi chuckled, shaking his head at the tearful mess he already was, giving his father one last hug before Chucho took his seat next to Connie and the flower girls at the front of the crowd.

Steve was the next to make his way to the altar, Javi laughing at his friend’s goofy strut to greet him at the end of the aisle. Steve held out his hand to shake Javi’s before quickly pulling Javi in for another hug with pats to the back much harder than his fathers.

“Listen, man. I ain’t good at this sentimental shit, but uh- I’m really fuckin’ happy for you, Javi. I know I give you shit, but you’re one of the good ones. She’s a lucky girl. And I hope you know you’re sure as hell one lucky son of a bitch. Love you, man.”

“Love you too, Murph. Believe me, I know.” Javi grinned, giving Steve a slap on his shoulder laughing to himself as his friend sat down next to his wife and the girls, never imagining himself standing at the altar, happily waiting to get married while his former partner cheered him on, surrounded by his gaggle of giggly daughters.

Feeling worlds away from Javi, your heart began to beat faster and faster, realizing that you were now only one pair away from making your trek down the aisle as your mom and dad walked down next, arm in arm.

In classic mom fashion, your mother squeezed Javi so hard as she greeted him, that you were convinced that she was going to pop an eyeball out one of his sockets, thankful that your dad was there to reel her in enough to keep from suffocating him in her hug.

“Javi. We love you so much. Thank you for making our daughter so happy. We’re so grateful she found you.”

“Thank you. I love you both, too. Believe me, I’m just as grateful that she found me. Thanks for making me feel like a part of your family.” Javi replied to your mom, catching his breath through his smile after the death grip your mom had wrapped him in before looking over at your dad, extending his hand to meet his already outstretched one.

“Jav, you’re a good man. I’m a guy of few words, but we couldn’t be happier for you both. Take care of her, okay?”

“I will. I promise.”

With a silent handshake and a nod, Javi and your dad had said all they’d needed to know that they couldn’t be more thankful for the love and support the other had brought you in the times that you had needed it most.

As your parents made their way to their seats, standing at the opposite end of the aisle with your brothers at your side, the realization really hit you- You were the last one that needed to meet Javi.

“You ready, Cubby?” Charlie asked, giving you a grin as he smiled down at you, interlocking your arm with his as David did the same on the other side.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Hey, uh- I just, I just wanted to say, I-I love you guys.”

“Gross.” David teased, scrunching his face in disgust, pretending to barf over his shoulder as you and Charlie laughed, shaking your head at your brother. “We love you too, dude.”

With one final giggle and deep breath, you took your first step into view where everyone could see you, watching the guests rise to their feet in anticipation of your arrival, awestruck stares and smiles filling the crowd as you began to walk.

Even though you had seen each other minutes ago, as you started to make your way down the aisle, smiling at Javi, the two of you couldn’t help but break into tears once again, laughing through your sobs that Javi broke before you did, trying to wipe his wet cheeks with the back of his hand while he watched you walk towards him.

And even though every pair of eyes were on you, the only eyes you needed to see were Javi’s- The sweet, soft brown eyes that you had fallen so deeply in love with from the moment you had locked eyes with them all that time ago. They were the eyes of the first person who had ever truly seen you for who you were, inside and out, and you couldn’t be more thankful that when you looked at him, you saw your forever. When you looked at Javier Pena, you knew you were home.

It almost felt as if time was standing still, that even in a crowd full of people, no one else existed besides the two of you. No one else mattered, and nothing else mattered- the only thing that mattered for you was Javi waiting for you at the end of the aisle, and you? You were going to finally be his wife.

“You two are so in love, it’s fucking sick.” David whispered in your ear, helping to ease your tears as you burst into more laughter, rolling your eyes at your brother.

“Oh shut up, asshole.”

As you, David and Charlie finally made your way to Javi, waiting for you in a mess of happy smiles and loving tears, you had to use everything in you to keep from jumping onto him like a koala and kiss him all over his stupidly handsome face, resorting to reaching out to grab his hand instead, interlocking it with yours and giving it the tightest squeeze you could.

“Hey, Mr. Peña. Long time, no see.” You whispered into Javi’s ear, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before took his other hand in yours, the two of you facing each other in front of your friends and family as David and Charlie took their place behind you, pulling out their notes that they had prepared, clearing their throats as they began to address the crowd.

“Alright everyone, I uh- I guess we’re gettin’ this show on the road.” Speaking out into the crowd, Charlie began to flip to the right page of his script that you were relieved to see he had written out, your guests beginning to silence and bringing their attention to you and Javi.

“Hi everyone, for those of you who don’t know us, we are the bride’s brothers, and we have the honor of our sister and our new brother-in-law being stupid enough to let us be in charge of marrying them today. Not to worry, 20 dollars and one course on the internet later, David and I are both legally ordained, so not to fear you two, this will all be legit, and hopefully not too embarrassing.” Charlie laughed, also eliciting giggles and eye rolls from you and Javi, as well as the crowd.

“Well, we are gathered here today, because these two idiots have fallen so head over heels for each other, it's almost sickening. We’ve had the privilege of knowing our sister for the entirety of our lives. When we found out as kids that our mom was having another baby, and that it was going to be a girl, my brothers and I were disappointed, to say the least. We didn’t want a sister to ruin the bond that we had, and honestly, for a long time while my mom was pregnant, we went through a long baby boycott, and were convinced if we protested long enough, and hard enough, she would eventually turn into a boy, and everything would be fine.” David grimaced, shrugging his shoulders at you as you nodded in agreement, having heard this story from your brothers and parents plenty of times before.

“And while at first, we weren’t really sure what to do with a sister, considering we didn’t even realize it was an option to pee sitting down until she came around,” Charlie snickered, making the crowd laugh again, aside from your mom, who was rolling her eyes so hard, they probably had made it to the back of her head, “Our sister ended up being one of the best things that could have ever happened to us.”

Breaking your eye contact with Javi, you paused to look over at your brother, a genuine smile on his face, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as if to say I’m just as surprised that I’m saying this out loud as you.

“Growing up with our sister has taught us a lot of things- Don’t challenge her to anything you don’t wanna lose at, because she’ll find a way to beat you, and thoroughly kick your ass while she does it, she’s got more brain cells that myself, Charlie, and our late brother Patrick did put together, she’s tougher than most guys I know, and she’s one of the biggest hearted people I’ve ever met.” Looking back at Javi, you could see his face beaming with joy, giving your hand a squeeze, agreeing with everything your brothers had to say, and how all of those traits had made him fall so madly in love with you.

“So, like brothers do, we never assumed that there would never be anyone good enough, let alone even cool enough for our badass sister. And also like brothers do, we let her go through her fair share of duds and gave her shit, but when this guy came around,” Charlie smiled, pointing at Javi, “we knew that he was something special.”

“Javi,” David joined in pointing, giving him a playful smirk, “Don’t think you were getting out of this so easy. When we first heard that our sister had made her way down to the middle of nowhere Texas and had started seeing you, our first reaction was instant disapproval, because if you lived in south Texas, you probably knew jackshit about hockey, and that was a no go for us.”

“But,” Charlie interjected, “After talking to our sister more on the phone, not only was she starting to turn into the happy, energetic self we hadn’t seen in so long, we also learned after talking to her that you not only had been willing to watch hockey with her, but had began to openly express your disdain for the Detroit Red Wings, which made us change our opinions on you very quickly.”

You and Javi looked at your brothers, rolling your eyes in laughter as they shrugged at you, the roar of cackles from the crowd making you grin, feeling the love from your brothers, friends and family swell in your chest, holding Javi’s hands even tighter, gazing up at him with an awestruck smile.

“No in all seriousness, Jav. We couldn’t be happier that you not only have become a part of our sister’s life, but our family’s life, too. For those of you who don’t know, we um- we, uh-,” David gulped, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears welling in his eyes, “our other brother, Patrick, um, passed away last year, and it uh, it was really hard on all of us, especially our sister. Javi, man, I don’t think you’ll ever understand how thankful we are that you love our sister so unconditionally. Better yet, that you love our family of idiots so unconditionally, because truth be told, we are not an easy bunch to love. While obviously, you can’t ever replace Patrick, I just, I hope you know that we’re so glad to have you as a brother, and that Patrick really would have loved you, man. He would be so happy that you’re the one our sister gets to spend the rest of her life with.”

For what felt like the 117th time today, you found yourself in absolute tears, feeling the wetness streaming down your cheeks as you looked down at the #2 patch sewn on the bottom corner of your veil in a beautiful mixture of sadness and joy before looking up to see not a dry eye in front of you, both your brothers and Javi misty eyed and sniffling. Breaking his grasp from yours, Javi stepped towards your brothers, wrapping his arms around both of them to pull them into a long, tight hug, Charlie and David reciprocating as their arms patted his back.

“Thank you guys.” Javi whispered, choking back his tears as he pulled away to look at your brothers, all of you wiping your wet faces with your hands to try and compose yourselves to carry on with the ceremony.

“Damn, okay, well, sorry about that, folks, was not expecting that.” Charlie and David laughed, trying to shake off their unusually sappy sentiment, looking out at the crowd to see not a dry eye in the house. “Well um, well that’s enough of us yapping at you guys, why don’t we turn it over to the people you’re actually here for, and then you can cry even more because these two idiots decided to write their own vows, so good luck.”

Staring up at Javi, you could feel your heart begin to race wildly, your hands nearly trembling as you reached out towards Javi to take the little notebook where you had written down your vows, feeling a little more at ease as you saw that Javi’s hands were just as shaky as yours, the two of you overflowing with anxious anticipation.

It had been no question to either of you that you had wanted to write your own vows to one another. While it seemed to be that everyone else you knew had seemed to avoid writing their own vows because they weren’t sure what to say, or that it was too hard to think of things, you and Javi seemed to find yourselves having the opposite problem, feeling like there was too much to fit in a few short minutes, and that your vows were going to end up being the length of a college lecture.

There had been a part of you that had worried you would be nervous to read what you had to say to Javi in front of all your friends and family, but as you stood there, smiling up at his beautiful, handsome face, you couldn’t be more excited to share all of the things you had written to tell your husband just how much you loved him.

But as the two of you stood face to face, your vows in each of your hands, your stomach dropped in shock, realizing that neither of you was making the first move to start talking. Because for all the planning and preparing that you had done for everything else, the both of you had completely forgotten to pick who was going to read their vows first.

“We never picked who was gonna go first.” You whispered to Javi, your voice filling with nerves every second you stood in front of your guests, neither one of you saying anything.

“Oh fuck, you’re right. What do you wanna do? Do you wanna go? Do you want me to go?” Javi asked, his face mirroring yours in surprise, now frantically looking back and forth between you, his vows, and all of your guests.

You weren’t sure if it was the teacher in you, or the fact that you were so flustered that you couldn’t think of anything else, but before you knew it, you were tucking your vows under your arm, holding one hand out in front of you flat and the other in a fist, signifying to Javi that your best solution to your current predicament was playing rock, paper, scissors.

“Best 2 out of 3?” You shrugged, grimacing at Javi as you tried not to burst into laughter, Javi shaking his head and snickering, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You’re ridiculous, I hope you know that. Do you wanna go after ‘rock’ or say ‘shoot’, then go?” Javi asked, loud enough for your guests to catch on to what was happening, giggles and laughter coming from the crowd.

“What kind of psychopath doesn’t say ‘shoot’ first? Javier Peña, are you telling me that we need to call off this wedding right now because you don’t say ‘shoot’ before playing rock, paper, scissors? Because I will.”

Everyone around you was now in full blown hysterics, including Javi, giving you the sassiest look he could muster through his laughter, holding his hands out to mirror yours.

“So ‘for better or for worse’ doesn’t apply to rock, paper, scissors, apparently?” He teased, smirking at you with a subtle wink as he bit down on his lip.

“Not if you’re gonna play like that it won’t.”

“Pendejo.”

“You love me.”

“I really fucking do.”

Giggling as you gestured at your outstretched fist, you began to countdown from your “rock, paper, scissors, adding an extra emphasis on ‘shoot’ as you held out rock and Javi held out scissors. With another laugh, the two of you started again, this time, you with paper and Javi with rock, smirking as you crossed your arms over your chest at Javi, the rest of your guests laughing right along with you.

“Winner, winner, chicken dinner, Javier Peña. You’re stuck going second.”

“Go for it, you dork.”

As the laughter from the crowd settled, you opened your vows book, taking a deep breath as you stared up at Javi, who, despite your silliness, still had tears beginning to well in his puppy dog brown eyes before you could even say your first word. You took one last gulp of confidence, wondering how in the world you were supposed to make it through even a sentence through your speech without falling apart.

“I never used to believe in fate. People would always tell me that ‘some things are just meant to be!’ or ‘it was just fate it happened like that!’ and no matter how hard I tried to believe, fate just never made sense to me. Well, that was until about a year ago, when fate decided to bump right into me when I least expected it.” You could feel your voice already beginning to shake, huffing in a quick sniffle before continuing on.

“As fate may have it, I quite literally bumped into you when you were forced to come give a presentation to a group of rowdy 8 and 9 year olds. Thank god fate also was on my side that day- that I actually looked halfway presentable and wasn’t covered in spilled chocolate milk, glue, or the snot of whatever kid had sneezed a little too close to me that morning.” That one had the better part of the crowd letting out a laugh alongside Javi, easing your stress and tension about your speech while you carried on, reading the notes jotted in your booklet.

“When I first came to Laredo, I wasn’t really quite sure what I was looking for. After my brother died and decided I needed to be as far away from Chicago as possible, there wasn’t ever really a doubt in my mind that here was the only place I really wanted to be. I spent the better half of my middle school and high school vacations here, visiting my best friend who had moved away. To me, Laredo was always a place that brought me such peace and comfort. I’m not really sure why, but there was always something about being here for those few weeks every year that made it feel like home, even when home was halfway across the country. But what I didn’t realize, was that in my attempt to find a new home for myself, I began to learn that home wasn’t a physical location, or a place you could travel to. After meeting you, Javier Peña, I found out that home was wherever I was with you.”

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up from your vows to see sweet Javi, covering his mouth, as if he was trying to trap his tears to keep from completely breaking down at your words, his reaction only making you cry harder, trying your best to re-compose yourself before speaking again.

“I spent so long wondering if I would ever find someone who would ever make me feel the way that you do- to love me for all of my flaws, to make me feel important, and even laugh at all of my stupid jokes that probably don’t deserve to be laughed at, but you love me enough to do it anyways. Now that’s true love.” You smirked, raising your eyebrow at Javi, making the two of you snicker between your tears. “You make me feel like the only person in the world whenever I’m with you. The only person who knows me better than I know myself. You are truly one of the most thoughtful and caring people that I have ever met. And while I could list off a million adjectives to describe all of the reasons I fell in love with you- smart, brave, determined, handsome- just to name a few, out of all of those reasons, the one that made me fall for you the most was your big heart. And while I know you’ll never believe me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to get you to see the same amazing man I fall more and more in love with every single day.”

At this point, there was not a dry eye in the crowd, watching how emotional you and Javi were as you tried to choke your way through the rest of your vows.

“I will never know what I did to deserve you in my life, but promise that I will spend the rest of it letting you know how forever thankful I will always be that out of all the people in the world you could have chosen to bump into, that it was me. I am so excited that the rest of my life, all of the moments, big, small, and everything in between, will all be moments spent with you. That every moment will be spent with my best friend. I never would have thought that a little bit of fate would have become my forever, but I’ll always be so grateful that it is. I love you so much, Javier Peña. Thanks for being the reason I finally believe in fate.”

Wiping away the wetness streaming down your cheeks, you could barely even look at Javi, who was an absolute blubbering mess, laughing through your tears almost to keep you from completely melting into a puddle.

Reaching out to grab him, you took Javi’s hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly as you took your other hand up to wipe the tears streaming down his cheeks, the both of you smiling as you looked into each other's eyes.

“And that’s why I wanted to go first. Good luck.” You chuckled, making Javi shake his head as he laughed along with you, taking another deep breath before flipping open his own vows, wondering how in the world he was ever going to make it through speaking, considering how easily he had fallen apart just listening to you.

“Jesus Christ, well I don’t know how I’m really supposed to follow that.” Javi sighed, the crowd giggling at his remark as he opened up to his first page, staring at his words for a moment before looking back up at you, his deep, chocolate, puppy dog eyes melting you just as quickly as the first time that you locked eyes with him.

“I’ve uh- I’ve never really been great speeches. When I sat down to write this, I wasn’t really sure where to start. I had no idea how I was supposed to fit all of the things that I wanted to say into all of this.” Javi huffed with a little shrug, gesturing to his notebook.

“So I um- I figured if there’s anywhere I should start, it should probably be at the beginning. My mom was an elementary school teacher, so growing up, I spent a lot of time at Alma Pierce Elementary School. I swear, I knew that place like the back of my hand. But um, after my mom got sick and passed away, I really never thought I’d ever have a reason to back. Until one day last year, I was told to pack up my stuff to go give a presentation at a local elementary school, which turned out to be none other than Alma Pierce. My mom always used to say “La vida es graciosa, no lo crees?” (Life is funny, isn’t it?), and I never quite understood why. But as I walked back into the place where I had spent so much of my life just out of chance, I swear I could hear her laughing at me, saying “Te lo dije.” (I told you so).”

You could hear everyone who had had the privilege of knowing Lucia letting out a soft laugh, thinking of all of the times they must have heard her say that all too familiar phrase throughout their time knowing her.

“I had gotten to a point in my life that I had kind of just accepted that maybe this kind of life wasn’t in the cards for me. I wasn’t gonna get married or have a family, and as much as it hurt, I had learned to be okay with it. The last thing I would have thought would have happened to me after leaving the presentation I had to give that day was that I was already head over heels in love with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, but la vida es graciosa, no le crees?”

Giving you a little smirk, Javi could help but let a smile slowly spread between his cheeks as he looked at you, gazing up at him in complete and utter adoration, your goofy grin mirroring his.

“Never in a million years would I have thought that I would have been standing here today, getting married to you. If you would have told me that I got to marry the most beautiful, amazing, kind, and stubbornly independent woman on the face of this earth, I would have laughed in your face. I honestly still feel like I need to pinch myself to prove that this is even real. But I guess that even if this is all a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up. Being loved by you has changed me in a way that I will never be able to thank you enough for. Being loved by you has made me a better man than I ever believed that I could be. A better man than I ever thought I deserved to be. A man who has learned to love and believe in love in ways I didn’t think I was capable of. I will never be able to thank you enough for letting me into your life and loving me for who I am, and for wanting to spend the rest of it with me.”

Now, it was your turn to morph into an inconsolable mess, reaching out to grab Javi’s hand again, silently reassuring him that you were equally as grateful for the fact that Javi had let you into his life, too.

“And no matter how tough, or challenging, or funny life gets, I know it can never really be that bad, because I’ll always have you by my side through it all. I think my mamá would be so proud to know I finally understand what she was trying to say all those years about life being so funny. Because it seems like life has a funny way of giving you everything you’ve ever wanted. Te amo, Osita. Gracias por ser mi todo. (I love you, Osita. Thank you for being my everything).”

Without even thinking, you threw your arms around Javi’s shoulders wrapping him in a long, tight hug, sobbing into his jacket in a fit of happy tears, Javi hugging you right back, squeezing around your waist, gently cradling the back of your head in the warmth of your embrace.

“Well shit… Alright, well I’m not sure if you guys are allowed to do that, but after those vows, I think we can let it slide.” David joked, trying to quickly wipe his eyes, nudging Charlie to do the same to try and pull themselves together to make sure they could finish out the rest of the ceremony.

“Fuck, sorry.” Javi whispered, reluctantly pulling away from you, everyone in the crowd following your brothers’ suite, smiling as they brushed away the wetness welling in their own eyes from listening to your vows.

“Well, I’d ask if anyone needs to object before we continue, but I think it’s pretty darn clear that these two idiots love each other more than life itself, so I’m just gonna skip that part.” Charlie joked, making you and Javi smirk in agreement. “Alright Miss Olivia, it’s your time to shine, do you have the rings?” He asked, your niece’s face lighting up in excitement as she nodded her head frantically, shooting up out of her seat to dash towards the two of you, carefully holding the ring box like a newborn baby bird in her hands.

Daintily, she passed the box off to her dad before scampering over to both you and Javi, wrapping her arms around your waists to pull you close in a hug, smiling up at each of you with her toothy, goofy grin.

“I love you Auntie Bear and Uncle Javi.” Olivia beamed, giggling in pure bliss and joy before skipping back to her seat among the guests, the both of your hearts bursting at the seams with the chores of “awhhhhs” coming from the crowd for your adorable niece.

“Someone’s trying to get an extra slice of cake tonight huh, Miss Olivia?” David teased, your guests erupting with laughter at her not so innocent shrug to her Uncle’s question, knowing damn well she was just as much of a ham as you. “I trusted the six year old to carry these, can I trust you two not to drop them, or do you need to cry some more first?”

“Oh shut up, David.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at your brother as you and Javi each took the rings to give one another, carefully holding the shiny gold bands in your hands, counting down the moments until you finally got to say “I do”.

“Alright, ladies first, so I guess that means you, Cubby. You ready?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for anything, you dingus, get this show on the road.”

“Alright, here goes nothin’. This is the part I actually had to practice, so God forbid I mess this one up huh? Do you,” David giggled, saying your real name instead of the nicknames you had lovingly bestowed upon you for as long as you could remember, “Take Javi to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

Carefully slipping the gold band onto Javi’s finger, you could feel your heart bursting in anticipation, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement, slowly pulling your hand away to let your brothers finish the second half of the exchange.

“And do you, Javier Peña, take our sister,” Charlie and David snickered again, having to say your full name for a second time, “to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

Gently grabbing your palm and gliding the glistening ring onto your finger, Javi rubbed his thumb over the pair of bands nestled together, forever making a home on your hand, his eyes welling at the sight of the sign that you would always be his.

Intertwining your fingers together and hands clasped in front of you, you and Javi were radiating with joy, anxiously staring back and forth between each other and your brothers for them to finally say those magic words you had been waiting to hear since the moment you had met all that time ago.

“Well ladies and gentleman… by the power vested in us, the internet and the state of Texas, it’s our honor to introduce to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Peña.” Charlie grinned at you, trying not to burst into laughter at the near panicked look on your faces, not having heard the next set of words you were more than dying to hear.

“Well go on, you lovebirds, kiss already!” David snickered, shrugging at the pair of you with a grin on his face.

Before he could barely finish his sentence, Javi’s hands were cupping your face, palms cradling your jaw as he brought his mouth to yours, fireworks exploding in your stomach at the electric intensity of his kiss, so soft and tender, yet so desperate and needy, like it was the first time his lips had ever met yours, and that he never, ever wanted to let them go.

Your hands shot up to grab his face too, a smile creeping across your mouth with your lips still pressed to his as Javi dipped you down, sliding his hand down the small of your back to hold you before pulling you back up, his lips still locked on yours like glue.

In that moment, it seemed like time stood still, that nothing else in the world existed besides the two of you- nothing else mattered besides the fact that you were here, kissing the man that you loved more than anything in the world.

The man that you finally got to call your husband.

Over the cheers, whistling, and hollering from your friends and family, the both of you were finally snapped back to reality as David gave you a little nudge and a look that screamed “gross, save it for the honeymoon.”

Reluctantly breaking from your kiss, you grabbed Javi’s hand in yours, holding your fists in the air and cheering in excitement right alongside your guests before heading back up the aisle, your cheeks hurting from how hard they were smiling. So lost in your excitement, you turned your head as you felt Javi stop, tugging you back to the middle of the aisle, smirking as he pulled you close to his chest, whispering in your ear.

“Not so fast, Mrs. Peña. C’mere.” Grabbing your face and wrapping his arm around your waist, Javi was kissing you again, swinging you down in another dip that had you erupting in giggles and your guests cheering even louder, Javi’s smooth moves soliciting a loud “OW OW” most definitely from Steve.

“God, I love you.” You smirked as Javi pulled you back up to stand before the two of you were nearly skipping down the rest of the aisle in bliss, racing to the back of the crowd where you had entered the ceremony, turning the corner behind the house where no one could see you, not even bothering to look over your shoulder to see who’d followed you before your lips were crashing into each others again.

This one was nowhere near as tame as the kisses you had just shared moments ago- this kiss was a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, Javi’s hands creeping dangerously close to the curve of your ass as you tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, your mouths moving in a messy dance as you whispered muffled and muted words between your kisses.

“Fuck, my beautiful wife. God, I’m so fucking lucky. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too, Javi, I’m so-”

“Jesus Christ, it’s been 30 seconds and y’all can’t keep your hands to yourselves? C’mon, now. Y’all gotta whole week and a half to do this without having to subject the rest of us to it, Mr. and Mrs. Peña.” Steve laughed, making the both of you gasp as he slapped Javi on the back, immediately making your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment and Javi groan in annoyance at his best man’s timely (or untimely) disruption.

“Steve, c’mon like you didn’t have your hands all over me after we got married.” Connie sighed, now smacking the back of her own husband’s head, making him wince in pain. “Congratulations, you two. We’re so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Connie.” You and Javi smiled, Javi still keeping his hand wrapped around your waist as the rest of your wedding party started making their way back up the aisle to greet you, too.

“Also having gotten married before, you’re gonna thank me later as I make you go find your brothers to sign your marriage license somewhere that has a little peace and quiet before you get none the rest of the night. Why don’t you guys head inside and I’ll cover for you for a little, okay?”

“You’re the best, Connie, thanks.” Javi grinned, pulling you away towards the house, quietly sneaking in through the front door to wait for your brothers, Javi looking both ways around the seemingly empty house before pulling you close again.

“Javi, Charlie and David are gonna be in here any minute, and they’re gonna give us just as much shit as Steve, if not more.” You giggled, gazing up into Javi’s eyes, still awestruck and giddy.

“I know. Just one more kiss, mi esposa (my wife).” Javi smirked, tilting his head down to press his lips to yours, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek as the rest of his fingers cradled your jaw, tilting your eyes up towards him. “Fuck, you’re finally my wife. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.”

“Good thing we have the rest of our lives to get used to it, huh?”

People weren’t kidding when they said that your wedding would be a blur- From the moment the ceremony ended, it felt like everything was moving in fast and slow motion at the same time, being pulled in every direction to talk with family members, take pictures, and make sure that things were running smoothly. As much as you and Javi were both trying to soak in every moment of your special day together, it was safe to say the two of you were feeling a little overwhelmed by the time you had gotten to dinner, and couldn’t have been more thankful to have a moment to finally sit down.

More importantly, you were so glad that you had gotten to the point where you had a drink, some delicious food in your stomach, and the best part of the night ahead of you- dancing.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon of the Peña ranch as dinner was coming to a close, the clanging of forks and knives against dinner plates slowly shifting to chatter and conversation that was filling the space of the white tent that had been propped up in the backyard for your reception.

You weren’t really sure what to expect when you had decided on a backyard wedding, but with the absolutely stunning work your mom, Connie, sister in law, and Javi’s aunt’s had put together for you, they had made a white tent feel like something out of a fairytale. String lights and greenery were strung across above you, long tables decorated in candles and beautiful garlands of eucalypts, sprinkled white and pink roses from Lucia’s garden, along with cute, colorful vintage cups that the women had collected or thrifted for your guests to use. Everything about your setup felt magical, and with the sun sinking and fading into dusk, the glow and twinkles of the lights illuminating your space only made it feel that much more incredible.

As the two of you sat at your head table, bellies full and hearts happy, feeling a little tipsy from the extra strong margaritas Javi’s cousin seemed to be making, you were a little worried as what looked like a more than just tipsy Steve approached you, slapping a stack of index cards in front of you.

“Listen… I’m like the perfect level of drunk to give this best man speech. Any less drunk and I’ll be too fuckin’ nervous to do it, and any more drunk I’m not gonna be able to remember what I’m supposed to say. Y’all good to keep this movin’ so you can do your first dance and then we can get this party started?”

“Jesus Christ, Murph…” Javi sighed, laughing at his friend, now sassily crossing his arms over his chest at Javi. “This speech better be good.”

“It’s good, and Connie approved, so you know I won’t say any dumb shit. Well, not if we don’t start soon and I keep drinking more.” Steve paused, letting out a low burp, rubbing his stomach and grimacing at the two of you, snorting at him.

“Take it away, Shakespeare.” You smiled, gesturing your arm out to the dance floor in front of the guests sitting at their tables, chatting away. You couldn’t help but laugh as Steve confidently made his way to the front of the crowd, Connie silently mouthing “I’m so sorry” from across the room, pointing at her husband, now ready to take the stage.

“Hey y’all,” Steve started, bellowing his voice loud enough to catch everyone’s attention, making them pause their chit chat and focus their attention on him. “I’m Steve Murphy. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Javi’s best man. Normally it’s customary for a guy like me to come up and say a few words about the bride and groom, so lucky for y’all, I’m your guy tonight. You’re welcome, Jav.”

The crowd laughed as Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at Steve and shaking in his head in fear of what was to come, sliding your hand over to rest on his thigh, giving your now husband a little squeeze of reassurance to have some faith in his friend.

“I have had the pleasure of knowing Javi for a long time now. It’s been, what, 17 years now, Jav?” Steve asked, turning back to look for confirmation.

“It’s been too long.” Javi replied, shaking his head, his witty response only making your friends and family laugh more.

“Whatever, you grumpy old bastard. Anyways, I first met Javi when I found out that I would be his partner down in Colombia working for the DEA. Not gonna lie, when I first met him, while I’ve never admitted this until now, I was pretty intimidated by the guy. He was cool, smart, respected, even though his jeans were way too fuckin’ tight.” Steve teased, winking at Javi, making you snicker from the few pictures you had seen from back in the day when Javi was in Colombia, knowing exactly what Steve meant.

“I’ll spare you all the details of our time down there, but through all of our trials and tribulations, despite our differences and disagreements, the one thing I always admired about Javi is that he really cared about what he did. No matter what, he always cared about trying to do the right thing for the people he cared most about. Now, believe me, if you would have asked me all those years ago if I would have ever pictured Javi here today, gettin’ married, buildin’ a house and talkin’ about startin’ a family? Well shit, I prolly woulda told you that you were bat shit crazy. But, if there’s anyone in the world who deserves every ounce of all that domestic, lovely dovey bliss, it’s this man right here.” Steve smiled softly, pointing back to Javi who couldn’t help but let his heart fill with warmth at the sentiment from his friend, your hand rubbing up and down Javi’s leg, his grasping over yours to hold it tight.

“Javi, I know you’ll never believe me when I tell you this, but I’m real proud of ya, man. And I hope you know how goddamn lucky you are that this beautiful woman has agreed to spend the rest of her life with your grumpy ass. Speaking of which…” Steve smirked, turing back to look at you with a goofy grin, making you raise an eyebrow at whatever stupid comment was bound to come out of his mouth.

“Mrs. Peña. I never thought I’d live to see the day Javi was so in love. When he called me a few weeks after the two of you first met, and was all jazzed and excited to tell me about this beautiful girl he had started datin’ and how happy he was, I just about damn near fell down. He never said it on that phone call, but I knew that this sorry shit was absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

That comment had you giggling at Javi’s blushing face, his cheeks turning pink at Steve’s story, even though he knew damn well it was the truth.

“I couldn’t think of anyone who would be more perfect for Javi if I tried. When I first met you and saw how sickeningly cute y’all were together, God’s honest truth, my first question I asked Javi was when he was plannin’ on buyin’ a ring. Glad to see that sometimes he’ll take my advice. Sweetheart, I can’t thank you enough for being so good to my best friend right there. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you.”

Grabbing your hand, Javi interlocked his fingers with your underneath the table, softly smiling at you and gently nodding his head in agreement.

“I also need to thank you that he’s finally got someone else to worry about him instead of me. One less thing off my back. No offense, Jav. Alright, well, y’all have probably heard enough of me yappin’, and y’all are anything like me, you’re ready for more drinkin’ and dancin’. To Mr. and Mrs. Peña-” Steve paused, grabbing the nearest drink he could find and raising it up in the air, prompting the rest of your guests to do the same. “Wishin’ you two lovebirds a lifetime of happiness. I love you guys. Cheers!”

Over the applause and cheerful shouting, Steve rushed his way back over to the two of you, slotting himself in between your seats so his head poked out between yours, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.

“Nice work, Murph.” Javi smiled, patting Steve on the back, laughing to himself at how genuinely thoughtful Steve’s speech had turned out to be.

“Thanks, Steve. Your speech was really great. How much did Connie have to edit out?” You snickered, looking back between him and Javi.

“... Let’s just say I left out the part about y’all horny bastards needin’ to be better about lockin’ your doors when other people are around.” Steve chuckled, shaking both of you in his grap, You and Javi’s eyes sheepishly darting to the ground in embarrassment.

“Fuck off, Murph.”

“Love you too, Jav.”

With one last pat on the back for each of you, before you could say anything else, Steve was already halfway across the tent back to the bar to congratulate himself for getting through his speech without any major slip ups or major scoldings from Connie after he returned back to his table.

“Thank God for Connie.” You grimaced, laughing at Javi whose face was buried in his palm, shaking his head at his friend, wondering why he would expect any less from him. “...He’s not wrong, though.”

“I’m triple checking that I lock all the doors later so I don’t give him any more reasons to be right…” Javi sighed, giving you a little nudge while the hand that had been holding yours suddenly let go, resting on your thigh over your dress, giving it a long squeeze, making your heart race in anticipation, his eyes locking with yours, telling you everything you needed to know.

Some way, some how, Javi was going to find a way to fuck you before the night was done.

“Javi…” You whispered, heat creeping through your cheeks, trying your best to keep from blushing as you locked eyes with him, his devilish grin and lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes entrancing you in a way that had butterflies swirling in your core and ache rapidly beginning to grow between your legs.

“Si, Mi esposa?” (Yes, my wife?), Javi smirked back, running his hand further up your thigh and closer to your core as his other hand came up to cup your face, thumb tracing back and forth across your skin, toying just enough to tug at the corner of your lip.

While you had gotten a little bit of alone time with Javi today, the way that the both of you had been absolutely insatiable for each other after seeing each other in your wedding attire, let alone the fact that you were now actually married? You and Javi were both dying to try and find a second to yourselves without interruption, especially from Steve.

So caught up in awe of each other, you and Javi hadn’t even noticed your DJ, standing next to your table, quietly clearing his throat to try and get your attention.

“Hey, uh- Mr. and Mrs. Peña?” He interjected, loud enough to finally snap you and Javi out of the horny stare down you had entered, “Are um- are you two ready for the first dance?”

“Oh, um- yeah, y-yeah, sorry about that.” Javi grumbled, the two of you quickly trying to snap out of the thick heat of sexual tension that had been growing between you, both readjusting yourselves in your seats as you looked up sheepishly at the DJ, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you two were ready to do your first dance? If you um, if you need some more time I can-”

“No, we’re okay, thanks.” You grimaced, trying to keep from giggling and blushing as you looked over at Javi and then back at your DJ. “You ready to dance, Mr. Peña?”

“Never been more ready, Mrs. Peña.” Javi replied, grabbing your hand as the two of you stood up, out of your seats walking to the edge of the dance floor while your DJ headed back to his booth.

“Hello everyone! We’re going to get ready to start our first dance with the newlyweds, so if you could please direct your attention to the dance floor, we’re about to get started!”

Before you could even take a step out onto the floor, the cheering and clinking of knives against glasses was erupting amongst the crowd, Javi happily taking the opportunity to grab you by the waist and pull you in for a long, deep kiss, making you giggle against his lips still pressed to yours as he dipped you down, before pulling you back against his chest.

“Show off.” You snickered, raising an eyebrow at him as he finally pulled away from your kiss, staring down at you with a goofy grin.

“Better get used to it, Mrs. Peña. I’ve got the whole rest of our lives to keep showing you off.” Javi smirked, shooting you a wink before tugging you out into the center of the dance floor, patiently waiting for your song to start as you draped one arm around his neck, Javi snaked his hand around your waist, and the pair of your other hands joined clasped at your side.

It was then that the melodic violin entrance to “At Last” by Etta James began to play, Javi smiling down softly at your agreed upon choice for your first dance song after lots of debate and discussion the past few months.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

As the music began to play, you and Javi began to sway back and forth to the syrupy symphony of the song, your heart bursting and stomach filling with the same butterflies it had the first time you had met Javi all those months ago.

“I’m glad we picked this one.” Javi smiled, the two of you circling your way around the dance floor, eyes locked on each other.

“Me too. It always makes me think of making breakfast with you on the weekend and all the little moments I love with you.” You grinned back, letting go of Javi’s hand to drape both arms over his shoulder and around his neck.

“It makes me think of spilling that entire bowl of pancake batter all over Bear and then having to chase him around the house to get him in the tub.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes as he laughed to himself, tightening his grip around your waist to pull you closer.

I found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known

“Me too. God, who would have thought that a year ago we’d be having our first dance at our wedding talking about spilling pancake batter all over our dog.” You giggled, leaning to rest your head against Javi’s chest.

“I did.”

Looking up at Javi, you could feel your cheeks warming, staring at his big brown eyes welling with tears, trying your best to now hold back the wetness pooling under your lashes.

“Osita, I swear, from the moment I saw you smile at me, I knew that you were the only woman in the world I ever wanted. I knew you were the one I wanted my forever with. I’ll never get over the fact that I’m the luckiest man alive. I love you so fucking much.” Javi choked back, letting one of his hands slide up your face, gently cupping your cheek as he tilted his head in for a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away for another one on your forehead.

You smiled, you smiled

Oh and then the spell was cast

And here we are in Heaven

As the song began to slow, the sweet melody winding down to its close, Javi lifted up his arm to let you twirl beneath him before spinning you back into his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist to catch you as he dipped you down again, your mouths meeting in a long, tender kiss, electricity sparking between your lips and butterflies swirling in your stomach.

For you are mine

At last

“I love you too, Javier Peña.”

Over the applause of your guests, you could hear an obnoxiously loud “OW OW” from the crowd, coming from a now even more intoxicated Steve, making you and Javi laugh at his reaction, swiftly followed by Connie’s sharp jab to his ribs to get him to settle down.

“Alright ladies and gents,” The DJ spoke over the rumble of voices at the dinner tables, “Let’s have one more big round of applause for our newlyweds!”

As the crowd began to clap again, and Steve, threatened by another blow to his side, cheering at an appropriate volume, the DJ spoke again with the announcement you had been patiently waiting for since the ceremony finished.

“Alright everyone, with our first dance done, it’s time for the best part of the night, the dance floor is officially open! Let’s party!”

As the blaring intro to “Jump Around” began to blast to your speakers, your friends and family rushed to the dance floor, you let out a squeal of surprise as Javi snatched you up around your middle, lifting you up to spin you around in a fit of giggles.

“Vamos a bilar, mi esposa.” (Let’s dance, wife)

The rest of the night was the best kind of celebration that you could have asked for- the joy of being surrounded by your friends and family, dancing the night away to your favorite songs, and drinking one too many margaritas with your husband was everything you could have asked for and more on your wedding night.

It was no shock to you that your family had no problem making absolute fools of themselves out on the dance floor, happily (and drunkenly) flailing along to every single song, although your brothers’ and Steve’s enthusiastic sing-along to “Baby Got Back” was impressive, to say the least.

And while you and Javi had expected your family to act a fool, what neither of you had expected was how excited Chucho was to bust out dance moves of his own, taking everyone by surprise as he joined all your co-workers and Javi’s co-workers (who had quickly become best friends on the dance floor), to shake his way through “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls, leaving you in hysterics, and Javi in stunned embarrassment at his dad’s antics.

As the evening began to creep later and later into the hours of the night, a very sleepy Olivia approached you and Javi on the dance floor, gently tugging at your dress and his pants for attention with puppy dog eyes plastered on her face that almost gave Javi’s a run for his money.

“Auntie Bear and Uncle Javi, can I pick a song? Pleaseeeeeee?” Olivia begged, pouting her bottom lip at the two of you, absolutely melting your hearts in an instant.

“Of course, mi amor.” Javi smiled, caving immediately as he crouched down to her level, her face lighting up in delight at her uncle’s response, coming close to whisper in his ear.

If you couldn’t have already been more in love with your husband, watching him listen intently to what your niece had to say, nodding in agreement before scoping her up to rest on his hip, you were practically in a puddle now.

“Me and Miss Olivia are gonna go make a song request.”

“But Auntie Bear, you have to let me dance with Uncle Javi first, okay?” Olivia quickly added, very adamantly.

“Of course, lil Miss. Have fun, you two.” You smirked as Javi and Olivia made their way over to the DJ, watching Olivia’s face light up instantly as the DJ agreed to her request, Javi carrying Olivia out to the middle of the dance floor and setting her down on the ground as the end of the song slowly began to fade into your niece’s song choice.

With her love for the movie, you shouldn’t have been surprised at all that her pick was “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” from the Lion King Soundtrack, but even though you weren’t shocked at her choice, there was nothing that going to be able to prepare you for the gut wrenching cuteness that was your now husband, dancing with your niece.

It had already gotten to the point in the night that Javi’s suit jacket and tie were long gone, 3 buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the once neat curls of his dark hair now messily sweeping his forehead from your night of dancing, and if the sight of just how goddamn handsome Javi looked, on top of the fact he was now officially your husband, paired with the sight of him slow dancing to the Lion King with Olivia?

Your ovaries were just about shot to hell.

As the song played and Javi and Oliva spun around the dance floor in a fit of smiles and giggles, you couldn’t help but wish with every bone in your body that it was your daughter that Javi was dancing with, nearly falling to your knees the thought of making him a dad, on top of being your husband. And if that wasn’t enough, the two of you were finally married, and that meant half of your bargain to start trying for kids was complete- and with the other half being your house finally finishing with construction which was almost close to being done as well, you were so close to start trying for a baby of your own, you could almost taste it.

And that? That drove you crazy enough to feel like you were going to combust.

So stuck in your daydream, you didn’t even notice Olivia running up to you, now tugging at your dress again, letting out a little sleepy yawn as she tried to get your attention.

“Okay Auntie Bear, you can dance with Uncle Javi now. Thanks for letting me pick a song.” Olivia smiled as you sunk down to meet her, wrapping her in a hug.

“Of course, Olivia. Thank you for being the best flower girl today. I love you, cutie patootie. Alright, I’m gonna go dance with Uncle Javi now, okay?”

“I love you too, Auntie Bear. I think Uncle Javi misses you, he wouldn’t stop looking at you the whole time we were dancing. I think he wants to kiss you again, but that’s gross. Yuck.” Oliva grimaced, making you giggle as she stuck out her tongue before watching her scamper away back to her sisters and the Murphy girls to dance some more.

As you turned back, bracing yourself to stand back up, you were greeted with Javi’s large palm held out in front of you, pulling you up to greet his handsome grin while you looked up at him.

“I’ve been told I have permission to come dance with you now.”

“It did take some persuading, I told her I’d save an extra piece of cake for her if she let me go dance with you.” Javi chuckled, pulling you back out onto the dance floor, slowly swaying back and forth to the beat.

“Watching you two out there is dangerous.” You smirked, raising an eyebrow at Javi as he cocked his head in confusion.

“What do you mean, hermosa?”

“I mean,” You paused, standing up a little bit taller, throwing one arm over Javi’s shoulder, running your hand through the hairs at the nape of his neck to whisper in his ear, “Watching the two of you made me think about how much I wanna make you a dad. And now that we’re married and the house is almost done, we actually get to start trying soon.”

It took everything in Javi not to let out an audible moan, letting out a gulp and scrunching his eyes shut for a moment to try and maintain his composure at what you had just said to him, his grip around your waist immediately tightening and eyes darkening as he opened them, staring down at you, absolutely awestruck.

“Fuck me.” He muttered to himself, almost shaking his head in disbelief that after all of the time you had spent talking about wanting kids and nights you’ve had wishing there hadn’t been any birth control to keep you from having them were now an almost tangible reality, “Is that what you want, mi esposa? My wife wants me to give her a baby?”

Javi’s voice rasped in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, your stomach flipping in arousal at the hot breath of his words against your skin, knowing what had started as a sweet and simple moment of Javi dancing with Olivia had quickly shifted into a desperate want, no, need, for him to give you what you were asking for.

As the music slowly faded into the next song, bodies shuffling and dancing to the more upbeat tune that had followed Olivia’s choice, the both of your figures stood frozen on the dance floor in a silent exchange of racing hearts and yearning glances before Javi took your hand in his.

“Follow me.”

In an instant, Javi was tugging you across the dance floor, the two of you dodging and weaving your way through your guests with polite smiles and happy waves, doing everything you could to try and sneak away as discreetly as possible in hopes that everyone would be too preoccupied (or too drunk) to realize that you were gone.

But at this point, you really didn’t care whether anyone noticed if you were gone or not. Truth be told, the only thing you cared about was finally getting to fuck your husband.

Finally making it through the worst of the maze of people, you and Javi had made your way to the back porch, quietly peeking your heads through the door, checking to make sure the coast was clear before hastily slipping inside, gently shutting the door behind you before sneaking down the hall to Javi’s room, thanking whatever higher power had let the two of you get to his bedroom in peace.

From the moment Javi had shut the door behind him, you were all over each other in an instant, hands roaming across each other’s bodies as you stumbled until the back of your legs hit the mattress, flopping down onto the bed, Javi’s body caging yours in his frame. Your lips crashed together in a hungry clash, tongues, teeth and moans melting together between your mouths as Javi hiked up the skirt of your dress, running his hands along your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh in his firm grasp before his fingers crept towards your aching core, ghosting over the white, lacy fabric covering your cunt, already soaking with arousal.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, hermosa. My wife’s pretty little pussy all wet for me, huh?” Javi rasped, the pads of his fingers pressing more pressure over your covered clit, making you whimper in delight.

“It’s all yours, Javi. Yours forever, baby.” You moaned, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javi’s fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, collecting the slick pooling around your folds before plunging his two fingers inside your heat and thumbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves, pure bliss running through your veins at his touch.

Your response had Javi practically growling, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he looked down to see the golden and diamond bands glistening on your finger, awestruck at the beautifully blissed out mess you were already becoming as his fingers curled, prodding at the spongy spot inside you that he knew drove you wild.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Osita. My beautiful wife. Fuck- I can’t believe your mine. I love you so fucking much.” Javi groaned, his words muffled between the hot, wet kisses he kept planting on your lips, feeling your cunt beginning to clench around his digits.

“I l-love- fuck- I love you too, Javi.” You whimpered, the all too familiar tingle at the base of your spine beginning to build as Javi’s fingers pulsed in and out of your heat and thumb circled your throbbing clit, knowing with how worked up you were and how good he felt, it wouldn’t take much more before you were coming undone around his hand.

“I know you’re close, baby. Let go, hermosa. Cum for me so I can fuck my wife and show her how much I love her.”

“F-Fuckfuckfuck Javi. Don’t stop, baby, don’t s-sto-ahhhhhhhhh.”

With his thumb circling faster and harder around your sensitive bundle of nerves, and fingers plunging in and out of your weeping hole, it wasn’t long before you could feel that all too familiar tingle spreading throughout your body, your orgasm flooding through every inch of you as you came around his fingers, soaking his hand.

“That’s it, Osita. That’s my good girl. My good wife.” Javi groaned, making you whimper as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping heat, admiring the slick and shiny mess you had made around his fingers, entranced by the way your arousal had coated his wedding band as he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean before beginning to work at his belt. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

You sat back up, looking over your heaving chest to see Javi shuffling his pants and boxers down his thighs, leaving them to pool around his ankles, revealing his cock, already so painfully hard and weeping with precum from his tip. Reaching down to run his fingers through your folds again, he collected your slick on his hand before rubbing it up and down his length, stroking himself to line up with your entrance.

“F-fuck, let me feel you baby, p-please.” You whined, reaching up to grab fistfuls of Javi’s shirt, tugging him down to kiss you and lay his body on top of yours.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Javi moaned, slowly filling you up with his cock inch by inch until he had bottomed out against your cervix, letting you adjust to the fullness as he relished in the wet and warmth of your pussy gripping around him like a vice.

“M-move, Javi, please, baby.” The sweet sting and stretch of Javi’s length inside you already wanting to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Javi began to languidly thrust himself in and out of your heat, dragging his cock almost painfully slowly against your velvety walls, cursing under his breath at the feeling of his balls beginning to tighten in his stomach, knowing there was no way he was going to be able to last as long as he would have wanted to in the moment.

“Javiiiii” You whined, your arms wrapping around back, nails pressing into his shoulders as his cock hit the spot inside you that lit you ablaze. His hand snaked between your bodies, reaching down to rub your clit, still slow, taking his time with each graze of his fingertips as his pace held deep and steady. Every thrust in and out of his hips had you wrecked as he filled you so fully and intensely, moaning his name over and over while he grasped the meat of your thighs, pressing your knees against your chest to stretch you open even further.

“God you’re so beautiful. My beautiful fucking wife. Gonna be such a beautiful mom for our kids.” Javi grunted, this thrusts becoming faster and sloppier as he let the reality of his marriage and actual attempts to start trying for a family burn a hole in the forefront of his mind, igniting something even feral within him, knowing he was one step closer to finally giving you and him what you both wanted more than anything.

For Javi to get you pregnant.

The last sentence made your breath hitch in the back of your throat, whimpering at the notion that because you were finally married, there wasn’t much stopping you from tossing out your birth control tomorrow and trying to get pregnant by the end of the month.

“J-Javi-” You whined, trying to form any sort of coherent thought as your brain short circuited from the pure bliss and heart racing thoughts running through your brain.

“What, Osita?”

“I-I want you- oh shit- to fuck a baby into me, Javi. I wanna throw out the rest of my birth control- I don’t care if the house- Jesus- isn’t finished. I wanna stop taking it tomorrow. I w-want you to- fuck- fill me up and get me pregnant.”

You could practically feel the weight of Javi’s jaw dropping to the floor, eyes bulging out of his skull, and heart beating out of his chest, so shocked, he stopped himself mid thrust, just to make sure he had heard you correctly.

“Osita- baby, are you- holy fuck- baby, are you serious?”

You nodded your head frantically, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him in for an electric kiss before leaning back to whisper in his ear, your voice sultry and low.

“I need my husband to fuck a baby into me. Please. Fuck a baby into me, Javi.”

If Javi didn’t have his arms already braced on the bed, there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t have fallen over in pure delight at your request, his stomach now churning with the wildest mix of excitement, lust and pride, spreading up through his chest and across his face, the brown of his eyes darkening and awestruck smile widening.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you, Hermosa?” Javi asked, almost rhetorically, a devilish grin spreading between his cheeks as he began to pound into you again, not even giving you a chance to respond, knowing damn well what your answer was.

If his thrusts weren’t already frantically rushed and sloppy, they most definitely were now, Javi practically on the brink of his own high just from the thought of getting to fuck you, knowing there was a real, true chance of getting you pregnant, trying to fight with everything in him to keep from busting right then, needing to make sure that you came again before he did.

The lewd noises of your moans, wetness of Javi’s cock sliding in and out of you, and his hips snapping against yours coated the walls of the room, the both of you having no regard for anyone who may have been close enough to hear you, so caught up in the moment, that at this point, you couldn’t have cared less if anyone caught the both of you.

“Answer me, baby. Mierda- You want me to fuck a baby into you, huh? Want me to fucking fill you up and get you pregnant? Show everyone you’re mine with our baby growing inside you?” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, pounding into your g-spot with blinding force, frantically circling your clit as he felt your cunt begin to clench tighter and tighter around his cock, knowing you just needed a little bit more before he had you coming undone.

“Y-yes- fuckfuckfuck- I need you to, Javi, p-please baby, please, please, pleaaahhhhhhh-”

Just like that, you could feel yourself gushing around Javi’s cock as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, crashing through every inch of your body, euphoria flooding through your veins, screaming his name while he fucked you through your high, desperately chasing his own.

“I’ll give it to you baby, I- fuck me- I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I’ll give you a family, I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my everything, my- oh fuck!”

Javi’s hips stuttered, forcing a low groan to rumble in his throat as he came, the hot ropes of his spend coating your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop inside you, still pulsing and thrusting inside you, ensuring that nothing went to waste.

Slumping his body on top of yours, your chests rose and fell in sync, trying your best to catch your breaths as you came down from your highs, your mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss to try and ground you back to reality.

“Holy fuck…” You whispered through your labored pants, laughing to yourself from the pure bliss of what had just happened, staring up at Javi with a radiant grin, brushing the sweat-dampened curls from his forehead.

Javi hissed as he carefully pulled out, leaning back enough to see the smile on your face, gently cupping your cheek as he looked down at you with a goofy grin of his own.

“Osita… Were you being- baby, were you serious about what you said?”

“Jav, I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious about anything in my entire life. Is-is that okay with you?” You asked, biting down on your lip.

“Is that okay with me?” He asked, almost mockingly, chucking to himself as he shook his head in disbelief, “We can really throw it away tomorrow?”

“Yup.”

“And you won’t bring it with you on the honeymoon?”

“Nope.” You replied, popping the “p” at the end of the word.

“And there’s- holy fuck- there’s a chance you could actually get pregnant soon?” Javi asked, his face glowing brighter and brighter with each question he asked.

“Mmmhhmmm. Well, I mean, it might not happen right away but- Ahhhh Javi!” You giggled as your husband aggressively peppered ticklish kisses across your entire face, making you squeal and squirm in delight.

“Fuck, I love you so much. Thank you.” Javi smiled, tears welling in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Jav, baby, don’t cry! Why are you crying, you dork?”

“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. You married me, we’re gonna have a family, it’s just- fuck, I promise, that I wanna spend the rest of my life until the day I die showing you how thankful I am that you chose me. That you gave me all the things I stopped thinking I deserved. I love you so much, it fucking hurts, Osita. Thank you for choosing me.”

Sitting up, you threw your arms around Javi, pulling him close to you in the tightest hug you could muster, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the weight of his body melt into yours, your bodies intertangled as one.

“Javi, you’re the only one it ever could be. Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar. (I love you more than words can say).”

“Hey! Lovebirds! Are y’all in here?”

Over the music and chatter of the party outside, you and Javi had been completely oblivious to the all too familiar southern twang of Steve’s voice behind the bedroom door, gently knocking from the outside after being sent on a mission to find where in the world the two of you had been for nearly a half hour.

“Hello? Mr. and Mrs. Peña?” Steve rapped again, getting nothing in response but silence. Steve shrugged, drunk enough to have no fear to pound on the door repeatedly until the two of you showed up, now reaching down at the doorknob and giving it a jiggle.

Steve was shocked to find that he could turn the handle, writing off the fact that they two of you would be in a room with an unlocked door after the 10 pounds of shit he had given Javi, and with his inhibitions severely lowered, he had no problem cranking the knob and pushing the bedroom door wide open.

“Hello? Earth to Javi and Mrs. Peña, are y’all in here or not because I- Oh Jesus Christ!” Steve shrieked, opening up the door to see you and Javi, your dress still hoisted up to your waist, and Javi’s bare ass completely on display, making the both of you scream just as loud in surprise at your unwanted visitor.

“Murphy! Get the fuck out!” Javi snarled, quickly scrambling to try and pull your dress back down and his pants back up.

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ!” Steve yelled, immediately bringing his hand to his face to cover up his eyes, trying to drunkenly stumble as quickly as he could back out of the room, but, because of his intoxicated state and self-imposed lack of vision, Steve found himself colliding head first with the wall, knocking himself to the ground before crawling across the floor like a frazzled toddler, kicking the door closed behind him.

For as devastatingly embarrassed as you were by the whole debacle, you couldn’t help but cackle at the impeccable comedic timing of the whole thing, snickering to yourself as Javi finished buckling back up his pants and helping you up to stand before storming to the door, opening it to find Steve still sprawled on the floor in an a hysteric fit.

“Are you fucking serious, Murph?” Javi growled, completely unamused.

“God, I shoulda kept my bit that Connie cut in my speech. Y’all do know that doors have locks, right? Might be helpful if y’all learned how to use ‘em. Just food for thought.” Steve giggled, watching both of your faces grow beet red in embarrassment and at a loss for words.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Javi asked, pinching the arch of his nose between his fingers, shaking his head in frustration, looking down the hallway to make sure that Steve was the only presence you needed to worry about.

“I’m tryin’ to save your asses before someone else worse than me walks in on the two of you gettin’ it on. Y’all do realize you’ve been gone for almost 45 minutes right? Being the- oh shit-” Steve paused, letting out a giant burp,” ‘cuse me, being the good Best Man I am, I decided to try and find you two idiots before people started askin’ too many questions. So, you’re welcome.” Steve grunted, pushing himself up to stand, cocking his head at the both of, hands on his hips, trying to prove his point. “Also, do you two anything else besides fuc-”

“Steve! Jesus Christ, will you shut the fuck up!” Javi groaned, staring down at the floor, taking a deep breath to compose himself before he decided to kick Steve right back down to the ground again.

“...It’s really been 45 minutes?” You grimaced, looking back between Steve and Javi, shrugging at your husband that any longer, your mom would have been on a search party for you, and it would have been your whole family at Javi’s bedroom door instead of just Steve.

“Yeah, and I’m the first to come lookin’ after ya, so again, you’re welcome. Jesus, Javi, you can really last for 45 fuckin minutes? How the-”

“Murphy!”

“Sorry…”

“Fuck me….”

“Think you and your wife already took care of that one…” Steve muttered under his breath, trying not to laugh.

“I swear to God, Steve…”

“Okay, I’m done! I’m done! Swear!” Steve held up his hands in defense, taking a step back away from Javi.

“Will you please just give us a minute, Murph?” Javi sighed, running his hand through his hair, trying with every bone in his body to keep his patience with his drunken friend.

“Fine, fine, fine. 1 minute. I’m counting. Use your time wisely and appropriately, you sickos.” Steve snickered, disappearing down the hallway, only to peek his head back out around the corner. “And Jav?”

“What, Murph?”

“Your fly’s undone.”

As you and Javi sheepishly made your way back out to the backyard, you couldn't have been more relieved to see that at this point, anyone still left at your reception was far too drunk to care that you had been missing, seeing that almost all of your guests were out on the dance floor, partying away without a care in the world, or any inkling of what you and Javi had been up to.

“Longer than a minute, but beggars can’t be choosers I guess.” Steve chuckled, creeping up behind you with two drinks in hand, passing them both off to you and Javi. “Here. Figured I owe ya a drink. These are on me.”

“We paid for the bar, Murph.”

“Alright, well I guess these ones are on you, Grumpy Pants.” Steve grumbled mockingly, holding up his hands in defense, trying not to stumble over his own two feet as he made his way back to the dance floor.

“Remind me again why I picked him to be my best man?” Javi laughed, taking a sip of his drink, the both of you snickering as you watched Steve whip out some questionable dance moves to “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen blaring in the background and Connie shake her head at her husband.

“Because you love him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an idiot, but he’s a good guy.” You smiled, giving Javi a little nudge, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the dance floor. “Hey-” You paused, holding up your glass and raising it to Javi’s. “Cheers.”

“Cheers to what, Osita?” Javi asked, wrapping his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he brought his glass next to yours.

“Cheers to us. I love you so much, Javier Peña, it makes me sick. Sicker than all this tequila is gonna make me tomorrow after I keep drinking it the rest of the night.”

The two of you snorted, goofily clinking your glasses and taking a hefty sip of your drinks as you looked out on the dance floor, your hearts overflowing with love and joy to know that you were surrounded by all of the people in the world you cared about most, even the ones that couldn’t be physically with you, to celebrate the biggest day of your life and the start of your new forever.

“Cheers, Hermosa. I love you so goddamn much. Maybe the hangover will help distract the nerves on the flight tomorrow.” Javi smirked, taking another sip of his drink as he shook you playfully in his grasp, your faces both lighting up as you remembered that tomorrow, you be in the Bahamas for the next 10 days, where the only thing you needed to worry about was where you wanted to lay on the beach, what drink you wanted in your hand, and now, seeing how quickly Javi could get you pregnant.

“Oh shut up.” You sighed, giving Javi a little slap to the chest before taking another sip of your drink, looking up at Javi with heavy lashes, batting your eyes at him. “You just have to remind me that I have to do some unpacking before we leave tomorrow.”

“Unpacking?” Javi asked, tilting his head in confusion at you, the gears in his brain turning as you bit down on your lip, raising your eyebrow at him, waiting for him to piece together your clue. “Oh. Oh.”

Javi’s eyes went wide as he remembered what you meant, heart racing in anticipation, never imagining before today that he would have been so excited to actively throw away birth control to try and have a kid.

“Can we throw it away tonight?” Javi pleaded, his puppy dog eyes in full effect.

“I’m not sure what difference tonight and tomorrow morning is gonna make, but sure. Happy wedding present.” You giggled, pressing up onto your tiptoes to plant a long, hot kiss.

“Best fucking gift I could ask for besides the fact I finally get to call you my wife.”

As the end of the song slowly faded out, “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” began to play next in the background, your face lighting up in excitement and Javi’s eyes rolling, hearing the song that had been most likely the biggest controversy of your entire wedding planning process now bumping through the speakers, followed by the cheers and hollers of your guests.

“I told you people would want to hear this song.” You said smugly, crossing your arms over your chest, popping your hip at Javi as you sassed him, making him shake his head at your theatrics.

“It doesn’t stop it from being a stupidly annoying song.”

“A stupidly annoying song that people love. A stupidly annoying song that your wife loves.” You teased. “Whaddya say, Peña, can you stand this unbearably stupid song to go dance with me?

“I’d dance to this song with you a million times if it means I get to dance with you.”

Grabbing Javi by the hand, you tugged him out to the dance floor in a fit of giggles and smiles, jumping along and dancing to the beat song after song the rest of the night with your friends, family and husband.

You couldn't help but catch yourself stopping now and again to smile to yourself to take everything in, feeling like you needed to pinch yourself to make sure this was all really real. Just over a year ago, your life felt like it had hit an all time low. You had moved halfway across the country to try and run from your pain, desperate to find any way to bring yourself any ounce of peace in your ocean of hurt. It felt like fate had forsaken you for the worst, kicking you while you were down, and leaving destruction in its wake.

But never in a million years would you have believed that fate would have sent you with a one way ticket to Laredo, Texas, and that trip would bring so much more than just the glimmer of hope you longed for. It had brought you peace, comfort, the acceptance you weren’t sure you would have ever allowed yourself to feel. Laredo had brought you everything you never expected, and all of the things you never thought you deserved.

It brought you Javi- the man who single handedly changed your life for the better, loving you unconditionally for every part of your being and piecing back together the parts of your heart you had left broken.

It brought you the man you now got to call your husband.

Fate and life have funny ways of working together to bring you the things you need the most when you least expect them. And today, as you got to marry the love of your life and your very best friend, you knew you’d be forever thankful that fate stepped in when you needed it most.

La vida es graciosa, no lo crees? (Life is funny, isn’t it?)

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margaret - lana del rey | nanami kento

.. just when you thought nanami left behind nothing, you discover a letter on the top of his closet... addressed to you.

content: 0.9k words, anime spoilers, fem!reader, small banana fish allusion at the end because i hate my life

author's note: i'm not okay.

it’s october 31st, 2019, and you think you’ve finally gained enough courage to clean out kento’s closet.

one year. that’s exactly how long it’s been since his death. ever since you found out that your fiance was a part of the thousands who fell victim to the shibuya incident, the days have blurred into one another. each day seems monotonous and devoid of life without the man who promised to spend the rest of his life with you.

each day, you just dream of the day that you’ll be able to see him again.

still, no one was using the clothes from his closet. you knew your fiance would’ve preferred it if you donated his clothes to someone who could actually use them. you’ve been putting it off, since you knew that the smell of his clothes would just fill your heart with yet another round of painful memories. despite that, you knew you had to do it one day.

you haven’t touched his closet since the day he died. his clothes still smell like his perfume, and everything is neatly folded. you take one of his shirts with a shaky breath and revel in his scent, eyes watering knowing that even though his scent is still there, he isn’t.

and that makes you feel alone. fuck, you feel so awfully alone.

your eyes scan through the entire closet, wondering where you’re gonna start with the cleaning. then, something sticking out of the top of your closet catches your eye. it seems so deliberately placed- wait, is that an envelope?

standing on your tiptoes and taking the envelope, you gasp–realizing that it's a letter addressed to you. from kento.

as far as you knew, your fiance didn’t leave anything behind for you other than a few broken promises. your engagement ring still rests on your ring finger, and it breaks your heart knowing that your wedding day will never come. he promised to marry you, that your honeymoon would be in kuantan, malaysia; and eventually–you’d buy a small house there just for the two of you, where sorcerers and curses are finally alien words and the rest of your days are spent out on the beach.

of course, none of that would ever happen now. you live knowing that your engagement ring will never be replaced with a wedding ring.

still, you thought that you’d live the rest of your life knowing that nanami never left anything behind for you... but this letter was new. you open it up, finding words scrawled in the handwriting that you knew all too well.

“to y/n—my love,

if you’re reading this, then it means that i’m dead, and i’m sorry.

i’m writing this letter because i know that as a jujutsu sorcerer, coming back home is never guaranteed. and yet, if i ever die, i don’t want you to be left behind with nothing. so one day, you’re going to have to clean out my closet, and you’re eventually going to find this letter.

i’m writing this hoping that you’re never going to have to read this, and i’ll throw this letter away eventually because i lived to come back home to you.

but we both know that there’s a chance i might not come home.

living to see the next day isn’t guaranteed for any of us. not for me, and not even for people like gojo. so if it ever comes to this, i want you to live for the both of us, love. it’s difficult but i truly don’t want to hold you back from being happy just because i’m gone. fall in love again and live your life. then, when i see you again, you can tell me everything, and i’ll be excited to hear all about it.

i can hear you outside right now humming while making dinner. i want the rest of our life to be domestic like that—but sometimes, life isn’t always fair.

i remember getting photos of us printed out, because whenever i would be out on a mission, i found myself missing you all the time… so i always kept photos of you and me in my phone case. i want you to have these photos because they kept me going whenever i wasn’t able to be with you. i hope you can eventually learn to do the same, love.

just know that i love you. i love you so, so much, dear. you’re my reason to live. you’re the reason why i love coming home every day—you’re the reason i work as hard as i can so you’ll never have to read this letter. and i really do hope that you’ll never, ever read this.

i love you and i’ll repeat it until the entire world knows it. i’m sorry that i never got to marry you. i’m sorry that we never got to go to kuantan together. i’m sorry that i never got to do the things that i promised i would.

even though i’m sorry for everything, you might’ve noticed that i haven’t said goodbye. that’s because i won’t say goodbye, because eventually, there’ll come a time when the stars align and we’ll meet again, no matter how far apart we are. and i can’t wait to see you again…

…because then, i’ll make everything up to you.

love,

kento.”

#nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami angst #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento nanami #nanami my beloved #jjk nanami

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 6 months

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Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother pt2

Took me forever but here it finally is part 2 to The Older brother

Part 1

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Warnings: unwanted contact, violence, punching, cursing, dirty talk, smut, creampie, 69, cum eating, penetration (p in v), sub/dom(kind of), face fucking, oral (m& f), roughish sex. Not proof read (got lazy)

Word Count: 2K

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

You and Sirius had gone your separate ways, each of you trying to pretend that everything was fine. You were failing. Rather miserably in fact. You kept tugging at the hem of your dress anxiously. You’d been the one who started it but Sirius seemed to have a larger effect on you then you expected. Your thighs rub together in desperation for some sort of relief. You glance at the clock in the corner of the room. The one that had magically appeared the second Sirius had whispered in your ears. The room of requirements truly was wonderful.

You watched the clock hands move slowly. Had a minute always taken this long to pass or were you just so desperate that time had started to feel like it had slowed down. You made your way back to the drink table grabbing a shot of firewhiskey and throwing it down your throat. You glanced around the room, eyes searching for Sirius. Instead of catching sight of the black haired boy your eyes meet those of a slytherin one you recognized. He was Reggie's friend no doubt but you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. Apparently your unyielding gaze had been interpreted as interest causing the boy to make his way to you.

“Bloody hell.”

You cursed yourself for your lingering gaze. Now you would have to deal with a couple minutes of awkward conversation and quite possibly a strong rejection. You raised your head when you heard your name slip from the boy's lips giving him a small smile.

“How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“I’m doing alright and you?”

What was his name? It’s on the tip of your tongue yet you can’t seem to remember. The brunette slytherin seems to realize your lack of recognition, letting out a laugh.

“You have no idea who I am , do you?”

“No…sorry.”

“It’s alright. Give me a chance to remind you.”

He moves closer to you, his hands finding your waist, his breath fanning over your face as he moves closer to yours. It’s in that moment that it hits you who this is.

“Barty.”

Despite your lips moving to form Barty's name it’s not your voice that calls it out. You turn towards the familiar sound of Sirius' voice, your body relaxing at the sight of him.

“What do you want Black?”

“What are you doing?”

“What's it to you?”

“Listen mate, I like fun as much as the next guy but the lady doesn't seem to be enjoying herself. Let her go will you.”

Barty let out a drunken laugh, allowing you to smell the whiskey in his breath. You flinch away from him, trying to get away but his hands grip onto you harder. Sirius watches you squirm his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’m gonna ask one more time. Let her go.”

“Or what? What are you gonna-”

Before he could even finish speaking your first made contact with his face, causing him to release you as he stumbled backwards. Barty put his hand to his cheek, eyes widening when he saw the blood coming from his busted lip.

“You bitch!”

Sirius' shoulders tensed at the boy's words, preparing himself to knock his lights out but he didn’t need to. The second Barty called you a bitch you've reached for your wand pulling it out in a flash and yelling “Petrificus Totalus”. Barty froze in place his eyes following you as moved closer to him so that your lips were near his ear.

“Pull a stunt like that one more time Crouch and freezing you won’t be the worst thing I come up with.”

You turned around flipping Barty the finger as you made your way to Sirius. The older boy grinned at you.

“That was-”

“Impressive?”

“Hot.”

You swallowed dry at Sirius flirty tone, images of your closet randevu flashing in your mind. You grabbed his hand, dragging him through the crowd towards the door. You could hear someone call your name but you didn’t care. There was only one thing on your mind and you needed to get away from everyone before your desire got to you.

The second you made it into Sirius dorm your hand was on him. You had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from but you weren’t complaining. And neither was Sirius. He’d never admit it to anyone but seeing someone take charge in the bedroom made him incredibly horny. Sirius hadn’t managed to get a single word out since you entered his dorm, far too busy jamming his tongue into your mouth to be able to speak. It was only when you sank to your knees in front of him that he muttered out a breathy “Oh Merlin”. He watched you struggle against his jean buttons, cursing the chains he wore on the belt loops every time they clinked against your rings. It was cute how hot and bothered you were. Sirius enjoyed seeing you like this. It was a lot different than you normally act: always shy and quiet. And now here you were, glancing up at Sirius with the most lustful eyes as you stuffed your palm down his pants.

“Who are you?”

“Anyone you want me to be, baby.”

“Fuck-oh bloody hell love.”

“Gee Siri haven’t even touched you properly and you're already whimpering for me.”

Sirius groaned at your words, his hips thrusting forward. You smiled at him, pulling your hands out from his pants so you could take them off. Before you got to free Sirius dick his hand latched onto your wrist. You turn your head to the side as you look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing love, it’s just….”

Sirius stopped for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. Was he really about to ask you this? He feared you’d be weirded out by his desires, it being your first time together and all. But the way you were looking up at him with lustful eyes as you rubbed your thighs together for some friction made him forget his fears.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can after i’m done i’ll let-”

“At the same time.”

“Sorry what?”

“Gonna make me spell it out hum?”

Sirius let out a laugh, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. Once he opened them again the playful demeanor was gone, replaced by complete and utter lust.

“I wanna fuck you with my tongue while you choke on my cock. Got it love?”

You nodded at Sirius, mouth parting slightly as you tried to steady your heartbeat.

“Well? Are you down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sirius pulled you up by the chin, his hands moving to remove your dress in deseparation as his lips moved against yours. The two of you tugged at each other's clothes, removing everything that would get in the way of your fun. Once you were both satisfied you broke apart the kiss, each observing the other's body for a moment. You never get over the sight before you. Sirius Black, Hogwarts notorious flirt, completely bare before you. Your eyes skimmed over his pale skin, eyes falling on the small burn scars littered here and there. You didn’t need to ask what they were. Reggie had told you enough about his family for you to know who was responsible for Sirius' scars. Sirius eyes moved over your bare body, his gaze conturing the beauty of your curves. Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful inside and out. You moved slowly towards him, your lips finding a scar near his collarbone and placing a kiss on it. Sirius hands found their way to your hips, squeezing softly.

“You are so pretty.”

“So are you Siri.”

“I know.”

You swatted at Sirius shoulders as you laughed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I meant it, you idiot.”

“Me too princess. And now I'm gonna prove it to you.”

Sirius walked over to the bed, laying down comfortably before motioning his finger in your direction.

“Come take a seat darling.”

You did as he asked, moving towards the bed. Once you got close enough you climbed onto the mattress, placing your thighs on either side of Sirius face. He latched his hands onto your legs, pulling your pussy flush against his nose.

“Sirius-oh-merlin.”

“Haven't even started and you’re already moaning my name.”

“Shut it you cocky bastard.”

“Cocky’s right. Bastard ah not so much.”

You moved your hand over Sirius dick , stroking it a bit before sinking it into your mouth. Sirius could cum right now, the feeling of your warm mouth on his dick and the feeling of your pussy rutting against his nose making him feel like he’d died and go to heaven. But the night was still young and he planed on lasting more than a fucking teenager. Not that you were gonna make it easy for him.

It wasn’t like you were having an easy time either. Each time you gave Siri a good suck his face lifted a bit causing his nose to bump into your clit. After a while of sucking you moved your hand to fondle Sirius' balls making him cum in a matter of seconds. You followed close after, your hands digging into Sirius thighs as you covered his face in your juices. Despite the soreness in your thighs you managed to manoeuvre yourself off of Sirius face. You laid next to him as you both tried to catch your breaths. Sirius' arm found its way around your body tugging you into his chest. You nuzzled into him sighing happily.

“That good hum?”

“Been a while since i came like that.”

“Seems like you’ve been with some mediocre lads.”

“Yeah I guess. Most boys only care about their own pleasure.”

“Yeah, only real men know how to treat a woman.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you are, Siri, a man?”

Sirius passed a finger across his face collecting your juices and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. You watched with wonder as the older boy sucked his fingers clean.

“Well I'm the one who's got your cum all over my face aren’t I?”

You give him a cheeky smile, nibbling on the inside of your check as you lean to whisper into his ear.

“Want me to cum somewhere else?”

You reached down to Sirius semi hard cock, fingers skimming over it teasingly.

“Careful kitten, that's a dangerous game you're playing.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Before you could blink Sirius pulled you under him, his arms caging you. You moaned as Sirius hand found its way between your legs sticking two digits inside your pussy with ease.

“So wet for me baby.”

“Ah Siri!”

“That's it baby. Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock.”

You clenched around Siris fingers at his words, making him smirk.

“That's what you want right? Want me to fuck you good?”

“Please Siri, I want it so bad.”

“Okay baby, I'll give it to you. But only if you promise to be a good girl.”

“I promise.”

Sirius sank into your cunt, your walls sucking his dick in with ease. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, you're warm.”

“Ah fuck-Siri-you’re so big.”

He’d been told that before but for some reason hearing those words come out of your mouth turned some sort of animalistic instinct in him. Sirius started moving against you, his speed picking up with each moan you let out. The wet sound of your pussy filled the room. Sirius was sure that when the boys came back the dorm would still reek of sex but he didn’t give a shit. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was blow his load. Into your perfect pussy to be exact.

“I’m close- ah uh- need to pull out soon.”

“Don-Ah ughhh-don’t….spell-fuck Siri!-i’ll use the spell.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah yeah cum inside.”

Sirius seed filled your cunt as he reached his orgasm, the feeling of your walls tightening as you gushed over his dick making him let out a guttural moan. He sagged into your body, his lips finding your collarbone as you came down from your high. Sirius doubted that this would be the last round. In fact if it was up to him he’d never let you out of his bed. Funnily enough you felt the same way.

Who would have thought falling for your best friend's brother would land you in his bed. Not that you were complaining.

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luvangelbreak · 3 months

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watching a horror movie with Chris, and every time you get scared you hide your face in his chest!!! And he’s just rubbing your back the whole time comforting uu

Safe

christopher sturniolo x alice reyna (female!oc)

summary: alice has the bright idea to watch a horror movie to prove she’s not a scaredy-cat to her best friend chris. unfortunately for her, it backfires and chris gets his point proven. warnings: swearing, fluff (sm fluff my god), mentions of panic and dolls? word count: 1.2k a/n: ik the request said “you” but for those who haven’t read my pinned, i cannot bring myself to write w y/n so i use oc’s as a replacement. i hope that y’all will like this one tho i love chris fluff sm (this is also so funny bc chris is the biggest scardey-cat out of the triplets)

not proofread!!

I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to convince Chris to watch Annabelle Comes Home with me, I couldn’t sit through any horror movie without screaming my head off like a little kid. Chris didn’t like them either but because of a stupid bet and neither of us never backing down from a challenge, we agreed to watch one.

“I bet you can’t sit through a whole horror movie without crying into my shoulder,” Chris challeneged, a daring look in his eye and I scoffed at him.

“I could say the same for you, scaredy-cat. You can’t even watch Coraline without pissing your pants,” I pointed an accusing finger at him and he gasped, throwing his hands to his chest dramatically.

“I was 9 when that happened. That does not count you asshole!” he retorted, shoving my shoulder in protest.

After an hour of arguing about who would get more scared, the bet was made. Whoever gets scared first loses and has to pay up the $20.

We sat down on Chris’s bed, the darkness of the room making the movie seem more eerie than usual, the only light being emitted from the TV. We were only 15 minutes into the movie and not much had happened yet but it didn’t stop my shoulders from tensing in anticipation.

“You’re so losing this bet,” Chris taunted me and I looked over to see him completely relaxed with a beanie on his head, covers over his torso and arms behind his head as he smirked at me, “You already look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“I look like this when I watch any movie,” I lied through my teeth, holding my head high as I unwrapped my arms from around my legs, letting my knees fall away from my chest as I fiddled with the hem of Chris’s hoodie that I stole since I forgot my own.

“Mhm,” he hummed unconvincingly and I rolled my eyes, ignoring his taunts as my eyes focused back on the screen. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head as I continued waiting for a jumpscare at any given moment.

“It’s cheating if you’re just watching me the whole time and not the movie,” I mumbled, not looking away from the screen as I bit my lip nervously.

“Who’s gonna call you out when you get scared then?” he retorted quickly and I leaned my hand over his torso, smacking him in the chest causing him to let out a huff.

“Watch the goddamn movie, Christopher,” I grumbled, regretting my decision of agreeing to this bet in the first place. As the movie continued, I jumped at the small jumpscares and I heard Chris chuckle.

"You know you've already lost?" he asked rhetorically and I nodded, sliding into him as my fear started to show. With a snicker, he lifted his arm as I wrapped my arms around his torso, cuddling into his side to hide my face from the jumpscares of the movie.

"Why didn't we pick a movie without dolls? They're like my worst fear," I mumbled and Chris began tracing circles on my back with his thumb, distracting me from the movie slightly.

"Because I wanted to win," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice making me shake my head, a sour expression covering my face.

"You're an asshole," I mumbled, hiding my face in his hoodie when another jumpscare appeared on screen but I was now determined to get through the whole movie at the very least.

"You love me," he retorted, being unphased by the movie now that he was amused that he won the bet and I looked up at him, flicking his forehead with my finger before resuming my place on his chest.

"I hate you actually. This was not a fair movie to put on," I grumbled, my anxiety spiking as the movie progressively got more terrifying. Chris could sense my terror as he pulled me tighter against him and I yelped when another jumpscare appeared on the screen.

"Ali, we can turn it off if you want," he said softly and I stubbornly shook my head, eyes still trained on the screen.

"I want to get through the whole movie. There's only thirty minutes left," I announced and he hummed, an unsure tone behind the sound as I gripped onto his hoodie like he was going to slip away from me at any given moment.

The last 30 minutes of the movie felt like it lasted forever as I gripped onto Chris for dear life but soon enough the movie came to an end and I let out a breath of relief.

"Alright, twenty on my Venmo thanks," Chris ruffled my hair as I sat up before I swatted his hand away, annoyed that he was so amused by my fear as I frowned at him.

"I'm not going home," I deadpanned and his eyebrows furrowed, an amused smile on his lips.

"Why?" he questioned, adjusting his sweatpants before sitting up further and I knelt back onto my heels.

"Because I'll have a fucking panic attack if I sleep alone tonight. I'm gonna be seeing dolls all across my room for the next week!" I exclaimed and he shook his head, a smile plastered on his face still.

"You're so dramatic," he laughed and I let my body slump back further till my back hit the bed making me sigh loudly. My mind kept flashing of the jumpscares in the movie making my anxiety spike once again and I think Chris noticed because he leaned forward, placing a hand on my knee.

"This was such a bad idea," I mumbled, my breathing becoming more shallow the more I thought about it and I looked up to see Chris's demeanour change, now softening at my genuine fear.

"Come here," he opened his arms and I sat up before sliding forward on my stomach, placing my head on his stomach as he ran a hand through my hair to calm me, "It's okay. Nothing gonna hurt you. It's all made up, remember?"

"I know," I mumbled against his hoodie, the feeling of having him close to me bringing me a sense of calm again, "I just really hate horror movies."

"It wasn't fair to put Annabelle on. I'm sorry," he said softly making me look up to see an apologetic expression covering his face.

"Does that mean you will let me watch a movie with your biggest fear?" I asked with a smile and he gave me a confused look as I reached over him, grabbing the remote before flicking through the movies on Netflix.

I found one of my favourite movies, putting it on before Chris groaned, throwing his head back onto the headboard.

"Are you serious? Ten Things I Hate About You?" he groaned and I laughed, nodding as I looked up at him.

"You're biggest fear. A relationship," I twinkled my hands in front of his face, shaking my voice to make it sound more spooky and he swatted my hand away.

"You're lucky I feel bad for you right now or I'd knock you out," he threatened and I rolled my eyes in response, placing my head back on his stomach as his hand returned to my hair.

“I’m terrified,” I mumbled sarcastically as I smiled against the cloth of his hoodie and I practically hear him rolling his eyes.

He continued massaging my scalp and playing with my hair as I focused my attention on the movie instead of the terrifying thoughts in my head. Soon enough, Chris's soothing motions and the familiar movie sent me into a slumber as I held Chris against me closely.

tags:

@dsturniolo @sturniolopepsi @chrissturnioloswifesblog @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @stunza @pinklittleflower @v1nuswrites @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn

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simply-trash5 · 4 months

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heeeyyyy do you happen to do trigun 🥺👉👈 also BNHA DILFs is such a vibe rn can we have sum yummy hcs pretty please 🤤 i can't decide who so dealers choice 🥴

Heyyyy anon sweetie!

Sorry I am just now replying, I have the flu so miss girl is struggling. I am planning to watch Trigun so I don’t do it yet, but please come back soon and request because I will once I watch it ✨

So BNHA DILFs huh? Yummy HC will be under the line.

First and foremost let’s assume that all of my DILFS are divorced DILFs ✨ single and on the prowl…

Let’s start with Daddy OneforAll:

DILF Izuku is that big hunk of man with the boyish charm that has NO IDEA how sexy he truly is. I have this idea about you meeting him in the park while he plays with his kids. His kid will accidentally throw a ball where you are reading a book in the shade of a tree and here he comes to retrieve it. Curls falling in his face, a blush covering his cheeks when he notices your beauty that makes his freckles pop…he will stammer a little when he asks for your number…

Next thing you know you’re in his apartment. He arranged for a sitter for his kids and he took you on a date; now he has you on his couch kissing sweetly on your neck asking you if all of this is okay. His large scarred fingers are playing at the hem of your shirt ready and willing to all but rip it from your body.

DILF Izuku is patient and wants to take his time worshipping every inch of your body when he has you laid in front of him. He treats you like a goddess came to earth just for him as he watches you come undone from his tongue while you beg for him to fuck you mercilessly.

“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Gonna take care of you…”

Next up DILF Bakugo:

Now I HC you meet him at some event for his children. I think his daughters are dancers and maybe you are their instructor and when he caught sight of you in your tights—all bets were off. He began to flirt here and there until he finally was bold enough to ask for your number and take you out.

Now you are bent over his bed being absolutely wrecked as he is pounding into you with a handful of your hair. He is all muscle and hard planes bent over you growling into your ear—“that’s right, be a good fucking girl ‘f me”

Now once he’s made sure he’s ruined you for anyone else he’s going to spoil the absolute shit out of you and show up at your studio all the time—even on patrols just to give you kisses or food or little gifts he thinks you’ll love because you’re one of his girls now and

“I’ll always take care of my girls…”

Now on to DILF Kirishima!

You meet DILF Kiri at the gym—at kids gym of course! He’s taking his little one to kids gym for a day of fun but he catches sight of you lifting and decides you need a little…help..on your form. So he leaves his little one in the caring hands of the instructors and comes over to ask if you want some help. You are stunned and maybe a little grumpy (which he finds cute) but sure why not. After a little fun banter you ask him for his number because he’s hot and you haven’t had a good fu—I mean date in a while.

One thing leads to another and Kiri has you in a mating press in his bed rubbing circles on your clit with those large fingers. You’re in shambles over his frame pressing on you and his cock hitting that spot so well and he’s cooing how ‘aww pretty girl you are doing so well don’t cry’ as he is wiping your tears. After you have came more times than you can count and he has marked you with his teeth—he cleans you up in a warm shower together and you lay in his soft bed as he strokes your hair and tells you how beautiful you are. You’re whipped and he’s whipped.

Now you’re going to the gym with him and bringing him lunch to the agency and prancing around in Red Riot merch as his little girlie friend. Good thing you’re getting speared by his dick every day that ends in a “y”. You’ll be moving in soon.

DILF simps come get yalls juice—lemme know if you want any other DILFs ✨❤️

#bnha #bnha DILFs #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #aged up characters #bnha x reader #anime x reader #this was fun for me #anons welcome #send requests #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #send me stuffs #send me things

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estrellami-1 · 4 months

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If I Should Stay

WARNING to all underage peeps: DNI with this part! It is NOT essential to the story and you WILL NOT miss anything!

For those of you who do read: please be nice!! This is my first (published) attempt at smut and any mean comments WILL be deleted 😚

Part 1 | . . . | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47

Steve leads Eddie down the hall to a guest bedroom, then stops in front of the door. “If… I don’t want you here because it looks like I need it. If you’d rather-”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupts softly, grabbing his other hand, “I want to be here. Okay? I want to be here with you. Don’t try and let me out of it now that I know what I want.”

Steve looks at him, wide-eyed. “What do you want?”

Eddie drops his hands to cup his cheeks. “Maybe this’ll explain,” he murmurs, before pulling Steve into a soft, sweet kiss.

Steve melts into it, letting his eyes shut as his hands find purchase on Eddie’s hips, pulling him closer to wrap his arms all the way around Eddie’s waist in a hug.

After a minute Eddie pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other, and Steve smiles when he opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “So let’s go to bed, okay? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Once they’re settled under the covers, facing each other, Steve sighs. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Eddie hums. “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“You’re not gonna jump between me and a bullet.”

Steve widens his eyes. “Eddie-”

“No. Stevie, I’m serious. I know why you came back in time, okay? And I know you’re hoping to save me this time around, but I won’t let it be at your expense.” His eyes are shiny. “Okay? I need you to promise me that you’ll make it out, too.”

Steve looks at him, then. Looks at his eyes, one blink away from tears, yet sure in what he’s saying. The slight scrunch of his nose. The barely-there tremble in his lips. His uneven breathing. “Okay,” he says, and surges forward, connecting their lips again.

Eddie hums against his mouth, and he crowds forward, pushing their bodies flush together. “Is-” he pulls away to pant. “Is this okay?”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie groans, gripping his hips. “Is this okay, he says, like I haven’t been dreaming of it since I first saw you.” He rolls his hips up and they both hiss at the friction. “Are you- the scratches, it’s not- we’re not-”

“You’re fine,” Steve promises him. “More than fine, Eddie, c’mon, please-”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathes, rolling them over so he’s on top. “This okay?”

“Jesus,” Steve chuckles, “y’gotta stop asking and just start doing, man, or d’you want me to be the first person to ever die of blue balls?”

“Hey,” Eddie mutters, pressing his hips down, “patience is a virtue or whatever the fuck.”

“Fuck your virtues,” Steve says nonsensically, which causes Eddie to freeze and stare at him with narrowed eyes.

Finally, he responds with a shit-eating grin. “Actually, I’d rather fuck your virtues.”

“Shut the actual fuck up,” Steve mutters, gasping when Eddie thrusts particularly hard. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, Eddie, please-”

“Yeah? Feel good?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, letting his eyes flutter shut when Eddie ducks his head to mouth down his neck. “Nothing that shows,” he murmurs, even as he tilts his head to allow Eddie better access.

“Y’want?” Eddie asks, not disconnecting from Steve’s collarbone.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, rolling his hips up just as Eddie rolls his down. He chokes on an inhale. “Eddie-”

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs, sucking a mark into his shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Just—oh, Jesus—your hand, Eds, c’mon, please, please-”

“I’ve got you,” Eddie murmurs, “I’ve got you.” He works his hand down between their bodies until it reaches the elastic of Steve’s sleep shorts. “Need your help here,” he murmurs, tugging in example.

Steve grunts and lifts his hips just long enough to get his shorts down. “You too,” he murmurs, kissing across Eddie’s chest, nipping at his collarbone.

Eddie groans, throwing his head back. “‘M not gonna last,” he manages.

“God,” Steve laughs breathily, “Me neither, c’mon, get your hand-”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, placing his palm under Steve’s chin. “‘S too dry,” he whispers. “Spit?”

“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, rolling his hips up, searching for friction. He gathers enough saliva to let it pool over his tongue, onto Eddie’s hand, before he brings it down and around both of their cocks.

The first slide up is heaven.

The second is fire, coursing through his veins, burning him up until all he can feel is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

He twists his wrist at the end, flicking his thumb over the head of Steve’s cock, and Steve thinks he sees the face of God.

Suddenly the fire is back, all-consuming, burning everything in its wake, and Steve chokes on an inhale. “Gon’- gonna, Eddie, gonna come,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back, trying to find purchase before he shakes apart.

Eddie lets out a sharp breath. “Me too,” he says, and then they’re not saying anything as their lips meet.

It’s not a kiss; it’s too hot and wet and dirty for that. It’s nothing more than them panting into the other’s mouth, sharing breath, reassuring the other that they’re still there, that they’re not moving away.

The fire burns brighter, the flames lick higher, and suddenly there’s a supernova inside Steve, burning brighter and hotter and brighter until it explodes and everything fades to black.

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peachesvanilla · 9 months

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Dancing with a stranger

description: A red string binds soulmates together, it never breaks or cut or dies down. In a world of pure love and hookups, what if your soulmate turns out to be the person you least expected? What if that person is your professor? Amidst desperation and constant reminder of the red string tying them together, will it get its happy ending or ends up in chaos or worst, with a hook up.

pairings: Baekhyun x reader (a surprise pairing if there's gonna be another part)

genres: angst, soulmate au, professor!Baekhyun, student!reader, age gap

warnings: unedited

taglist: @archernarbeta

part-1

I thought pain was getting scolded by my parents till high school, getting low grades till now. Failing in classes, falling behind everyone is the worst thing one can imagine, no, I can imagine. Never once have I thought that waking up one day to find out I won’t ever get my happy ending will feel like the world crashing.

If soulmates aren’t bound to be one then why are they soulmates? Why will there be a red string attached like a dreaded reminder?

Ten year old me dreamt of holding hands with my soulmate after reading the fairy tale and walking into the happy ending just like the two soulmates in the story. Red string wrapping around us, air filled with magic, happiness and love.

Fifteen year old me dreamt of crashing into him and falling into his arms like my parents. Maybe seal the divine meeting with a kiss. Perfect meet. One for the books.

But as imaginative and hopeful one can be, life always throws you off track. Before him every pain I went through falls short. It ain’t even a single scratch compared to getting ignored by him.

“Aren’t you coming to class?” Hyejin asks once again, concern written all over her face. “I know what you are going through but,” she holds my arm, “you can’t abandon everything. You need to pass his course to get into another semester.”

I break away from her touch, sucking in a deep breath. “Yeah. I’ll come.” My voice breaks no matter how hard I try to act strong. It doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t care and now I don’t either. Going to the class must get easier now since a month has passed. I can sit in the class, look at him and not feel like dying. I haven’t known him for twenty one years and I can live without him for another forty.

Hyejin perks up from getting a positive response. “Really? For real you are going to come into the class with me?” She holds my hand again, a bounce in her legs. “Thank god, I am so worried seeing you pine on him for weeks. I am happy you are getting back on track.”

I nod and she continues giving pep talk. “He ain’t that..” she trails off scratching her temple, “hotshot for you to waste your time on?”

I snort, who is she kidding? There must be millions of girls ready to give up their soulmates if they can be with him. Even if it’s for only a single day. The girls in his cabin in the pretence of doubts but to just gawk at him some more.

I flip onto my stomach away from Hyejin, blinking my tears away. The red string glows up the brightest it has ever been. I hate you.

—

Fellow students standing outside the classroom gasps beside me, cupping their mouths and eyes shining brighter than the sun. I follow their gaze only to end up shattering all the courage I piled up. Mr.Byun is walking down the hallway, streaks of midday sunlight falling on him through the windows bringing out his fierce features more. Sharp eyes trained straight on the classroom, hair perfectly styled yet his authoritative steps makes a strand fall out onto his forehead.

Hyejin groans and I look down at my shoes, dirt at the edges. We are different. Different age, different world and different perspectives. I can’t do this. I need to go.

Mr.Byun walks past us before I can slip away and reminds us, “class is starting.”

I turn around and leave. Not today. Some other day I’ll be indifferent to everything about him.

The red string around my little finger glows brighter, the string stretching more and more as the distance between us grows further.

I read about the reason behind the sudden glow on the internet after yesterday’s sudden glow. It happens when the other person is thinking about you, not just a mere thought but borderline obsessed.

I stop in my tracks, staring at it. Why? Why does he think about me when he doesn't even pay attention? It’s the second time. If only I can cut it off or tear it off or make it disappear then the pain will be less. There won’t be any hopes rising. His existence won’t hurt as much.

—

“You can’t mop around your entire life!” Hyejin slams my room door open. It hits my wall, rattling the photo frames hung on it. “Do you think you are the only one going through it? Getting rejected by the soulmate is so common that the government had to set up campaigns and promote the benefits of being with soulmates.”

I flip over to my right side covering my duvet till my head. I can’t have another day spent listening to her giving a lecture. I already had enough from my parents.

“God! I can’t with you.” She huffs, dragging my duvet away. “Wake up for fuck’s sake.”

“Language!” My mother screams from the living room.

She bites on her tongue before dropping on top of me. I groan under her weight. “You should consider yourself lucky, what if you went into the relationship and broke it off because he can’t understand your jokes due to the age difference. Who wants an old man anyway?”

“Get off.” I shove her to the side and bury myself deeper into the duvet. “We are destined to be, Hyejin. Do you know what that means? Even if he doesn’t know current trends, he will understand what I am feeling, what I am saying and what I,” I sit up, the duvet falling off my head. “am going through. The pain, the heartbreak, everything, everything. I know he knows what I am feeling now and what I want,” I raise my little finger, “because this doesn’t stop glowing.”

Hyejin's face softens, holding my hand she strokes my palm tenderly. “But baby, I heard it goes two ways. You are thinking about him too aren't you? That might be—”

“No.” I shake her hand off me, “you don’t understand. It's not one way. I know he wants to be with me. If not why would he be waiting till now? He could have hooked up with someone, anyone. He can have girls with a snap of his fingers. But he didn’t.”

Hyejin flinches, averting her eyes away from me. “About that,” she sucks in a deep breath, “this isn’t confirmed but some student claimed that she saw Mr.Byun kissing some woman last saturday.”

“W-wha..” My lips quiver, tears falling down in an endless stream blurring my vision. “I-I do-don’t.. what?”

She holds my palm pressing it firmly. “And,” her eyes soften as she says, “he wants you to meet him tomorrow.”

It’s too much. Everything is hitting me at once. Finding him, rejection, kissing another girl, wanting to meet. What is he really thinking? I close my eyes, sucking in a long breath. Is there any hope? I don’t think there will be any left. What if he meets me tomorrow and finds me attractive even a little, causing him to change his mind? But he is kissing someone else. That isn’t confirmed yet.

I clutch my head, too many thoughts, and yet can’t come to one conclusion. Is he, is he playing with me? What if the rumour is true? It hasn’t been that long and yet he is looking for hookups? Does age play that important role? It’s not like I’m an underage girl.

“You need not have to go.” Hyejin breaks in my train wreck of thoughts, saving me. “You can skip and just bear with him for two more months and we will be done with the semester.”

“I need to think about it.”

“You don’t have to push yourself.” She pats my hair down. “Just move on from him and,” she points her thumb at my computer, “stop searching for soulmate reconciliation stories. Everyone’s different.”

I nod not really listening to her. Should I meet him or not?

—

I pace around the hallway, biting my nails while sneaking anxious glances at the closed cabin door. The cabin area is eerily silent today, amplifying the sound of my heart beat. What if he changed he is not there or worse what if he is occupied with some other girl.

The door to his cabin opens up with a squeak, startling me out of my anxieties. “Come in.” Mr. Byun leaves the door open, not before his eyes run all over my face. Did his eyes turn droopier than they have already been.

He sits on the edge of the table, clasping his hands on his lap. His shoulders sagged, a small smile on his pink lips and bags under his eyes. His entire room smells of a mix of vanilla and something stronger than the delicate vanilla.

“Have a seat.” He pushes the chair beside his legs, patiently waiting for me.

I settle down on the chair, waiting for him to speak. Please be good news. Tell me you are going to be my man. Please. Please, I beg fate with my entire heart in utter desperation.

Mr.Byun gives a painful half smile like he heard my prayers. “How are you doing?”

The unimpressed thin line of his lips, his jumpy attention from me to the door leaves me with scenarios bugging my mind. Why is he constantly looking at the door? Does he want me to leave already? Or is he scared someone might walk in?

The thought alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth, my chest feels stuffy and my heart doesn’t slow down for a second. I clutch the chair handle in hopes of some support will help me in staying still and not lose my sight and ball up.

Mr.Byun frowns at my hand holding the handle, he chews on his lower lip. “Are you okay?”

“Why did you want to meet me, Mr.Byun?” I level my voice, straightening up and faking my confidence. I can’t let him see more of my pathetic state than I already displayed the last few days.

He blinks in surprise, opens his mouth and closes a few times. He sighs, his shoulders slouching and addresses the main reason he called me in for. “I felt like a jerk after treating you harshly when I.. when we…” his eyes fall on his pinky finger, the red string comes to life, to the other end wrapped around mine, “found out.”

His voice falls to a whisper like sharing a secret even the walls shouldn’t hear. My heart tears a little on the edges.

“Only then?” I raise my chin, looking straight in his eyes. “What about now?”

He averts his attention to the wall behind me. “You need to understand me too, kiddo. We are like years apart,” he flails his hands around lost in explanation, “I wasn’t expecting this, more like, you to be my partner.”

My heart tears more and more with every word leaving his mouth.

He gasps realising his true feelings slipped out. “I-I.. didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just read somewhere that fate pairs people who complement each other.”

He slides down from the table, his thigh brushes my arm in the process. My heart tingles at the touch, a wave of calmness spreads across me, my shivering hands pause. I close my eyes feeling the peace even for a second.

I opened my eyes, surprised to see him standing close to me, staring at my hand. He shifts from one leg to another, cupping his mouth with one hand and holding his waist in another. Did he feel the same too?

Will he feel a little different about me now?

Mr.Byun walks away from me, running his hands through his perfectly styled hair. “We don’t complement each other.”

I stare at his back, the tips of his hair poking his neck, the hints of broad shoulders when he flexes his hand, the perfectly tailored suit to his body proportions. No matter how I look at him, he is the one filling every check of the person I imagined my soulmate to be.

“We don’t.” I lied.

He doesn’t say anything and just stands near the door of his cabin. I dip my head, a few tears fall onto my lap. This is the end, isn’t it? He wants to have the last talk and end everything.

“We can’t be together,” his voice is barely a whisper. “We are standing on opposite sides, kiddo, we can’t ever cross our paths.” He turns to me, leaning on the door. “This isn’t meant to be. We aren’t meant to be.”

I nod.

“I hope you find someone with whom you can live happily, without any constraints.” Please stop talking. “You can find love outside too. There are so many who did.”

“That’s for me to decide, Mr.Byun.” I draw the line.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rubs his nape, “yeah. I… wish you happiness. And please attend the classes and submit assignments. Extra credit assignments won’t be of any help anymore considering your score now.”

I nod.

“Do you have anything to say?”

I stared at the side of his neck which became visible from his movements. “Cover your hickeys.”

I pick my bag and march to the door. He gulps. “Move.” I ordered. He does. “Asshole.” Tears cascaded down my cheeks and didn't stop till I reached home.

That night I decided to erase the line I have drawn around me. I sent a text to my friend.

Wanna go clubbing?

#baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun drabble #byun baekhyun #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun fanfic #drabble #angst #exo #exo fanfic #exo drabble

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fuhlensworld · 5 months

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🎀Riding Scott bartletts thigh🎀

Au: YALL I lowkey love this idea so imma bring it to life for y’all I hope you enjoyyyy read the tw pls!!

Tw:thigh riding,afab!reader,use of y/n,cursing,smut,fluff at the end.

You had been dating your boyfriend scott Bartlett for about a month and the two of you haven’t had sex yet not even a blowjob,the most you two would do would make out,you weren’t bothered by that you just wanted-no you craved a little more.You had always been a “good girl” so this was a little out of character of you but you didn’t care.So you waited till after school and you payed your boyfriend a little visit, you knocked twice on his front door,and then the door swung open.

“oh hey y/n you look pretty today” Scott says as he leans against the frame of his door,blushing from just the sight of you.

“Hey Scotty,can I come in? I wanna talk to you” you said,ignoring his sweet comment with a slight smirk on your face

“Yeah cmon in”he said he’s tiring for you to come in the house,you both stride up his steps towards his bedroom and when you get in you lock the door without him noticing.Scott turn son his heels to face you and he hugs you and plants a soft kiss on your lips then to your dismay pulls away, “i missed you” he said quietly as he looked into your eyes. “I missed you too Scotty”you said while smiling “so uhm I wanted to talk to you…about something” you said getting slightly embarrassed as your confidence depletes, “well I’m listening” Scott says as he walks over to his bed and sits down,motioning for you to come sit next to him, you sit down and take a deep breath before you start, “so I know we’ve only been dating for a month and we don’t ever talk about…sex or anything …” Scott gets tense as he listens, he always got nervous at the topic of sex, he was a virgin and so were you so it was a forbidden topic between you two,until now.

“So I was thinking…instead of going straight into you know…doing it I thought maybe we could start with something uh easier I suppose” you say slowly meeting his gaze, your cheeks flushed from the conversation.

“W…well what we’re you uh thinking?” Scott says obviously embarrassed, you noticed his aching boner growing throughout your conversation, seeing that made the ache between your legs more unbearable by the second so you decided to get straight to the point.

“Could i uh, ride your thigh…?” You said turning your face away to hide your utter embarrassment,feeling regret pool along with arousal deep in your stomach.

“You…want to ride my thigh?” Scott says shyly but with a bit more confidence.

“Yeah here lemme just show you I guess” you say as you climb into your flustered boyfriends lap, straddling one of his thighs, you reach down under your skirt and shift your pink panties to the side and lower yourself into Scott’s thigh, a whimper of pleasure seeps through your lips.

“F-fuck Scott kiss me please” you begged him as he watched,eyes wide as you pleasures himself on his thigh

“Of course baby” he says as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss,you moan into his mouth and you freeze feeling his tongue glide into your mouth tasting your mouth,

“Is this okay?” Scott asks as he pulls away and looks into your eyes

“It’s more than oka-fuck oh my god” you gasp when you feel Scott’s hands on your hips,moving you back and forth on his thigh,sending sweet shocks against your clit, causing you to throw your head back moaning out Scott’s name,

“Fuck you look so pretty rubbing your pussy on my thigh, does it feel good baby?” He asks you as he brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.”f-fuck y-yeah m’feels s’good Scotty” after a few more seconds of praise from Scott you felt your climax nearing, you grip onto Scott’s shoulder and let out a whimper, “fuck I’m gonna c-cu-fuck!” You let out a cry as you reached your peak and came all over Scott’s thigh.he slowly brung your grinding to a stop to ride you through your orgasm,”you did so good baby” Scott says as he layed you down on his bed, planting a kiss to your forhead. “I’ll come lay down with you in a minute let me just go to the bathroom to take care of my uh problem” he says eyes trailing down to the bulge in his jeans, you chuckle as he exits the room.He comes back a while later and squeezes into the bed next to you, “you did so good today baby” he says as he holds you close to his chest watching as you asleep in his arms.

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#rory culkin #scott bartlett #thigh riding #lymelife #fluff #this suuuucks

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moodymelanist · 1 year

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All You Knead Is Love

happy day 2 of @nestaarcheronweek, everyone! I was a little stumped originally on what to do for today’s prompt, but then the answer came to me when I started thinking about how Nesta can’t cook lol. Hope you all enjoy 💙

Summary: Nesta is fed up with not being able to throw a basic meal together, so she finally caves and decides to try a cooking class. Maybe if her instructor wasn’t so hot, she’d finally be able to stop burning water…

Word Count: 1,145

Read on AO3 here!

“Come on, Nesta,” Elain said, opening the door to the dining hall with an expectant look. “It’s not gonna be as bad as you think.”

“Easy for you to say,” Nesta grumbled. She dutifully followed Elain inside anyway, trailing after her sister as she made her way toward the kitchen.

After Nesta had yet another cooking catastrophe, her sisters had demanded that she learned how to cook properly. She couldn’t rely on other people to make her meals for her forever, and eating out everyday certainly wasn’t sustainable. Nesta had put up a token amount of resistance, but she was smart enough to know even that was futile. She needed to learn how to do this, so she’d finally caved and let her sisters find an introductory class.

Luckily for her, one of the campus dining halls offered some cooking classes, and Feyre had taken way too much glee in signing Nesta up for as many as she could fit in her schedule. The class recommended coming in pairs, whether that was with a friend or a partner, so her sisters had agreed to take turns switching off with Nesta so she couldn’t chicken out at the last minute.

“Hi! We’re here for the cooking class,” Elain told the guy sitting at the entrance to the kitchen. He dutifully checked their names against his list before waving them forward, making sure to point out where the aprons were before turning back to his phone. “See, Nesta? It’s not so bad.”

“We haven’t even done anything yet,” Nesta muttered, but she grabbed an apron anyway. Once it was tight enough, she made sure to thoroughly wash her hands before she and Elain found their way to the part of the kitchen where their lesson would be taking place.

Nesta was abruptly reminded of one of those cooking shows once she and Elain found their station. Everything was laid out neatly before them, from the proper knives to fresh herbs and various mixing bowls, and Nesta straightened out the cutting board before her just for something to do with her hands.

By the time the clock hit seven, it seemed they were in for a small class today. They were one of three pairs in the room; one pair who were clearly siblings or cousins with their matching dark skin and silver hair, and another pair who must have been a couple with all the playful teasing they were doing over their station. Nesta forced herself to look away from the woman’s bright red hair and golden skin in favor of turning her attention on the instructor, but that turned out to be an even worse idea.

“Welcome to Cooking 101,” the guy said. Nesta almost swallowed her tongue at how nice his voice was, and between that and how gorgeous and built he was, she knew she wasn’t going to learn anything tonight. “My name’s Cassian, and I’m going to be your instructor. I’m a senior education major with a minor in nutrition and food science, and tonight we’re going to make some good food.”

Nesta tried her best to get lost in the flow of the class, but even she knew she was more flustered than usual. Everything seemed to be going wrong, from measuring the wrong amount of salt to cutting her chicken in uneven slices, and by the time Cassian made his rounds over to them, she was more flustered than she’d ever been in front of a stove before.

“Everything alright over here?” Cassian asked.

Nesta was so caught off guard by how close he was to her that her grip on her knife slipped, resulting in a tiny, sharp nick on her left hand. “Shit.”

“Nesta, are you okay?” Elain asked, immediately stopping what she was turning to look at Nesta in concern.

“It’s fine,” Nesta answered. It really wasn’t bad; there wasn’t much, if any blood coming out of it. “I just wasn’t paying attention.”

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” Cassian apologized with wide eyes. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Nesta turned to Elain in alarm before turning to follow Cassian, holding her slightly-injured hand in front of her as she trailed behind him to the same sink she’d washed her hands in earlier. “Really, it’s fine…”

“I just have to get you properly cleaned and bandaged, and then you can get back to your cooking dreams,” Cassian told her. He rummaged through one of the cabinets for the first aid kit as she washed her hands, already pulling out a bandaid and some Neosporin while he waited for her to finish.

“Dreams is a strong word,” she replied with a snort.

“How come?” he asked, reaching out with a clean paper towel to make sure her finger was totally dry. He was taller than she’d realized, but he did a good job of not making her feel small as he came into her personal space. “You don’t want to be the next Gordon Ramsay?”

“It’s a miracle I haven’t burned anything yet,” she answered dryly.

He laughed as he gently applied the Neosporin, his hands warm and soft and careful on hers. “I’m sure you’re not as bad as you think.”

“Trust me, I’m worse.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re in my class then, right?”

“If I manage to survive the night, maybe.” Nesta watched as he applied the band-aid around her finger. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Cassian replied. He stepped back and moved to put the first aid kit away, turning to look over his shoulder at her as he added, “I’m a great teacher, though. You’re leaving here learning something whether it’s the last thing I do.”

“Oh?” she responded, her cheeks heating as she decided to rise to the challenge. “And what if I don’t?”

“Maybe you’ll need some more instruction,” he fired back with a grin. “My office hours are always open.”

Nesta returned back to her station with Elain with a bandaged finger and Cassian’s number in her phone. If her sister noticed anything was amiss, she didn’t say anything, but Cassian made sure to stop by their station one last time with a wink as he tasted their food.

“Mhmm,” he said after he’d finished chewing. He slowly lowered his fork and made sure to look directly at Nesta as he added, “Delicious.”

Nesta somehow managed not to choke on her own bite at his suggestive tone, but Elain just preened and thanked him for the class. Cassian dropped a wink before moving onto another station, and eventually everyone boxed up their leftovers and made their way out of the dining hall.

“See?” Elain said once they were outside. “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Yeah,” Nesta replied, thinking about the way Cassian’s hazel eyes looked in the kitchen lighting, “I guess cooking isn’t as bad as I thought.”

#NestaWeek2023 #acotar #acosf #Nessian #nesta Archeron #Cassian #moodymelanistwrites #Elain archeron #meet cute

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acefiree · 5 months

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𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 | surprise

Raphael ✷ fem! reader ( friends to lovers ) MASTERLIST

ᕦ(๏益๏)ᕥ: this is my first 'insert reader' so I'm still learning. SO PLS DON"T COME FOR ME! With that being said, you are the baby sister of April, and this will be set four months after the 2014 bay! movie. and since the title is called 'surprise' just read to find out the rest :) my warning tags will tell you what to expect!

( this was a chapter from my book ‘pom’ on wp, so if you recognize it, don’t worry it’s not stolen lol. My book is recently being edited and I took this scene out and was just gonna leave it sitting building dust bunnies, but then I was like “why not make it a reader insert instead and let people enjoy it?” so here yah go!! )

WARNINGS: fluff, fem! reader, short reader, size difference, first kiss?, potty mouth reader, pining raph, established friendship, reader wears glasses, pineapple pizza, aged-up characters!, and if you squint NSFW.

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ YOUR FEET CARRY YOU hurriedly through the obscure alley, the only sounds that can be heard are your heavy breathing and harsh footsteps on the damp concrete below. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling as if it might break through the cavity as adrenaline courses through your veins. It is the only thing that motivates you to keep going.

You were running for, what seemed to be, your life.

You wore a loose black tank top and a pair of maroon tights to match, feet sporting a pair of black shoes, and your hair was pulled back. It was not your ideal choice of clothing, but it was the only type that was flexible enough for you to move freely without getting in your way, and the dark shades and colors helped you blend in with the shadows of the night.

You nearly slip and fall as you come to a dead-end in the alley and let out a silent curse under your breath. You can hear movement behind you, growing closer quickly. You knew there were only a few seconds before he caught up and finished what he started. You were almost at the checkpoint, and then you’d be home free, safe from this maniac.

You need to act, or you’d be up shits creek without a paddle.

Your gaze scans the alley walls before locking it on a fire escape. Gritting Your teeth together, you bolt for the ladder and begin climbing with a speed you didn't know was possible for your small human form. Just as you reach the top few bars, a harsh 'thunk' echoes below on the fire escape, jarring the whole thing and sending a violent shake up the metal frame.

“Mother fucker,” You whisper, lighting a fire under your ass as you try to hurry the hell up before you get caught. You grip the rooftop's ledge, feeling the brick bite into your palms as you pull yourself up."Shit shit shit," You hiss.

Almost there.

As you scramble over the ledge, your foot snags on the brick which prompts you to nearly fall. With the newfound reflexes you have earned over the past four months, you tuck and roll, jumping back to your feet as you proceed to run like Karen at a black Friday sale. Your steps never falter nor waver, even when you jump on an AC unit to climb up on a different building. Every move was timed and precise and you couldn’t help but feel pride in the fact you haven’t face-planted yet.

The sound of a low grunt came from behind you, the low growl that followed sent a shiver up your spine and caused gooseflesh to rise on your skin. He’s close! And with that thought in mind, you took a hard left, nearly at the checkpoint.

Finally, after what seems like forever, you fixate your gaze on a makeshift pole in the middle of a roof only feet away. It was adorned with a tattered red cloth that flapped in the night breeze, posing as a flag. You quickly run over, yanking the tiny red flag off the pole before you throw your arms in the air, letting out a loud 'hell yeah' as you dance around with the fabric in your hands.

You made it, nothing could stop you—

You were so focused on your celebration to notice the large figure that was moving toward you from the shadows. A rather loud gasp slips past your lips as something solid hits your shoulder, and muscular arms embrace your figure as you roll across the roof, eventually landing on the ground with a thud. The weight of the figure restrained you, locking your hips on the ground as your wrists were pinned together by large, calloused hands.

When you were finally flat on your back, arms pinned above your head. The expression on your face is as sharp as a knife, annoyance bubbling in the pits of your stomach as you glare up at the figure. "Dammit, Raphael! I fucking got the flag, you asshole!"

The corners of his mouth twitch into that familiar smirk as he stares down at you, his emerald eyes shining with amusement. "Sorry, Sweetheart, didn't see a flag."

And this is how the last four months were spent. You hated how weak you felt that day when Shredder nearly destroyed New York, and possibly the whole world. So, stupidly, you asked Master Splinter to train you — what you didn't expect was for the old rat to assign his second eldest son to train you himself. It made sense, Raphael was more versed in hand-in-hand combat with his itty-bitty forks, but he could be such an ass sometimes.

At first, it was terrible for you. For the first few weeks, you’d come home bruised and sore. April was always fussing over your well-being, saying you were too young to die. (a little dramatic even for you), But as time went on you started to grow stronger and more agile. You were juggling college and also made time to visit the brothers. To say Raphael wasn't impressed with your drive would be a lie.

You were determined, he'd give you that.

But on the days that you weren't training, you’d be in the lab with Donnie. The genius turtle was nice enough to help you study for your upcoming tests that would determine if you were ready to move on with your life and get the job you so longed for. You only had a few years of college left, and you were working hard, finally taking your life into your own hands and molding it into what you wanted.

"I still beat you this time — you didn't catch me." You panted as you wriggled in his firm grip.

He was holding you gently enough not to hurt your smaller wrists, but hard enough so you couldn’t escape.

Raph just stared down at you for a moment, his eyes taking in the bead of sweat that was forming on your neck and collarbone. Your hair now sticking out from your up-do in some spots, and your eyes, which usually held a storm, seemed to glow in the dark lighting around them. You weren't wearing your glasses, which was something he liked because it gave him a chance to see your beautiful eyes better.

You stare up at him, head tilting to the side as Raphael studies you silently. It was times like these when you wondered what he was thinking. This wasn't the first time he stared at you like that.

Another second passed, and that was when you realized his grip had been lost, so you took this as your chance to turn the tables. You knew you were too small to do any damage or cause much force for his hulking form, but if there was one thing Raphael made sure to teach you, it was obstructing your opponent's balance.

With as much strength as you can build up, you jerk your arms down, effectively knocking your elbows to his large knees. Raphael lets out a grunt of surprise as you thrust your hips up, causing him to fall forward from the unexpected move, his three-pronged hands snapping out to catch himself. During his shock at the fact, you somehow managed that, he feels two arms slip around his lower waist before you start to climb his body.

Just as Raph went to reposition himself, he felt you plant your feet on the ground between his legs, your smaller body still pressed against his plastron, before you kick your legs up and push off the ground with your dominate side, the sudden action causing him to lose balance and fall over.

Now straddling him, Raph had to take a moment to process what had just happened, not realizing all the training they had done had given you that much strength to be able to roll his bulking body. It was an obvious indicator that you’ve been holding back this week.

You lean closer to his face, a sly grin slipping on your lips as his eyes widen up at you. "Pinned ya," You quote, internally giggling at the thought of using a Lion King reference in this position.

Raphael felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest at your proximity, and he was sure if you got any closer, you’d hear it. He opens and closes his mouth for a moment, unable to form a proper sentence as his heart thumped in his ears, blood rushing through his veins and causing him to grow hot. Before he could die from sheer embarrassment at the fact you had this effect over the tough-guy front he held, a loud beep came from his shell.

You took a moment to process he was now staring at you expectingly, and with a rushed apology, you climbed off and adjusted your take top that had risen. Raphael made you messy, and messy made things dangerous. It took a moment for you to settle your heart as you inhaled deeply, eyes drifting to the brute as he sat back up and pulled out his T-Phone.

Raphael stands as he clears his throat, eyes locked on the screen while typing a quick response to whoever texted him before looking back at you. Back was his usual confidence as a wolfish smirk twitched at the corner of his scarred lips, "Hey Doll, how 'bout we call it a night and head back to the lair?" He glances over your form as if he has no control over his own eyes. "Mikey got yer' favorite pizza,"

That last comment had your eyes rounding in delight, a grin forming on your face. "Pineapple?"

Raphael grimaces, "Yeah, Pineapple," The terrapin still couldn’t understand the thought of pineapple on pizza. It just didn't sound appetizing, though, he's never dared to try it.

You were now smiling so big, it made the skin on your face glow in the light from the moon, reflecting the soft light of the stars. It was like a heavenly vision of perfection. Raphael felt as though his brain short-circuited for a moment as you said, "You don't have to tell me twice,"

Raphael could only blink as you quickly ran off, heading to the ladder so you could indulge in your strange choice of Pizza.

"Red, I don't understand why I have to wear this stupid thing just to get a slice of pizza." You complained about the millionth time since you entered the sewers, your nose scrunched underneath the stinky fabric of the pillowcase. You had only got to the fire escape before the bara of a turtle stopped you, claiming if you wanted to eat your lovely pizza, then you had to follow some rules.

Which was ridiculous, but you wanted that damn pizza, and you’d do anything for it. Food was the way to your heart.

Raph rolled his eyes, catching your shoulder when you almost tripped over your own feet. "Jus’ trust me," Is all he says.

Upon entering the lair, his green eyes lock on his three brothers. Donnie stands beside Leo, knowing grins on both of their faces while Mikey is practically buzzing on his feet, his lips rolling into his mouth as he tries to suppress the chortles that are building up. They all watch silently as Raphael escorts you across the lair before pulling you to an open door, and nudging you inside a room with his knuckles.

Raphael could feel the nerves start to web around his heart, turning his attention to his brothers as they entered the room with you both. He felt so out of his element here, never being the type of guy to give someone a surprise that he had worked so hard on. Raph’s eyes slowly drift to his older brother, looking for an out but was only met by an encouraging nod and knowing smirk from the leader as they locked eyes.

Shit. Raphael swallows thickly, his palms feeling sweaty as he reaches over and grabs the top of the pillowcase, pulling it off in one swift movement.

It takes a moment for Your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you instantly start scanning around, taking in the room as Mikey throws his arms in the air with a wide grin on his face, "Surprise, Babette!!"

Your mouth slacks in awe at the sight, forehead creasing in confusion as you turn to look up at Raphael. An anxious look is on his face as he stares down at you, watching your reaction, lips flat.

"I-Is this for me?"

The largest terrapin nods, "Yeah..."

You can’t believe what you were looking at. The room was a rather cute setup, which looked like an attempt at a teenage girl’s bedroom. There was a stack of box palettes in the corner of the room, multiple thick blankets folded as a makeshift mattress, and pillows neatly leaning against the concrete wall (which looked oddly similar to the ones back in your bedroom). A few other things, like your stuffies—fucking embarrassing—and your bean bag chair, you recognized.

They made a room for you, and you had the inkling idea that your sister helped.

You felt a smile on your lips, knowing the guys most likely took these things from the apartment to set this up, but you honestly didn't care. You were more touched by the fact that they took the time to even do this for you.

Your eyes followed Mikey as he rushed around the room, shell nearly knocking a few things over as he spun around to face you with his candid grin, his blue eyes twinkling.

"So whatcha think, Babe?"

You didn't know what to say, "You guys did this for me?"

Leo smirked across at Raph, who was seeming to have trouble answering for himself at the moment, to caught up in the endearing look on your face, "We helped, but it was mainly Raph who planned it, and April gave us the stuff – We all agreed that since you spend most of your time here, you need a room of your own so you're not sleeping on the couch."

Raphael lets out a long breath that he didn’t know he was holding as he watches your face brighten with a smile. He tries to gather his bearings as you slowly turn your attention back to him, the smile on your lips only curving higher, and he feels like one of his Sia’ pierces his heart at the sudden ache of wanting to touch overwhelms him.

Leo shares a silent look with Donnie, jerking his chin toward the kitchen before motioning for Mikey to come with them, and the three leave to give you both some privacy. You pay no mind to their departure as you glance away and walk deeper into the room, your eyes wide as you take everything in. It honestly wasn't bad, and it was honestly way better than your room topside. You can’t stop the smile that continues to grow on your face.

Raphael, who tracks your every move, takes a seat on the bed carefully being mindful of his weight. His eyes watch as you pretty much touch everything, your expression looking like a kid shopping for candy. It isn't until your gaze locks on a movie that you snap out of your reverie state.

You snatch up the movie and turn to face him, holding it between your fingers as a smirk replaces your smile, "Batman?"

He gives you a crooked smirk, gaze playfully sharpening only a little. "I only watched it once,"

You let your eyes dance around the room for a second, a mock look of curiosity growing on your face, "Did you bring breath mints too?" You question, referring to your first encounter with the brute. That night you and April discovered their existence; not only did you make a jab at his breath, but you also said he sounded constipated when attempting the Batman voice. It was a moment that was forever burned in both of your memories.

A chuckle vibrates from his chest, "Shut up," His face shifts as he looks down.

You felt like a mess as you stood beside the shelf, the movie lying limp in your grasp as your heart went thump, thump, thump. All you could do was inhale through your nose as a new mood filled the atmosphere, and your heart started to insist on beating out of your chest the longer you stared at Raphael. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his gaze finding his tattered shorts more interesting as he played with a drawstring that hung from the waistband. You made a mental note to get him some new clothes for his upcoming birthday.

Maybe it was the hit you took tonight, or the fact he had done something so, so sweet for you, but you couldn’t explain the feeling that suddenly takes hold of your body as your feet decide for you and begin moving in the terrapin's direction.

Being the observant ninja he is, Raphael quickly jerked his gaze upward upon hearing your light footsteps, his mask shifting as you came to a stop in front of him. If his heart was racing before, it was pounding now. With a soft smile, you reach a hand up, eyes searching his own for those walls he tended to build in moments of vulnerability. When you saw no indication of him doing such, you closed the gap and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb softly rubbing the texture of his unique skin.

Raphael rarely showed his soft side around anyone, but it was times like these when he did, that you took advantage of it. Spending nearly every day with somebody for over four months, you end up learning a lot about them. Especially Raph, who could be really easy to read if you knew just what to look for.

At your touch, His eyes grow slightly hooded as he stares up at you, his breath catching in his throat as the muscles in his neck twitch, "Trouble…" His gravelly voice is surprisingly soft, softer than you’d ever heard from him before.

Raphael usually radiated power, his towering body just demanding attention as he walked into a room. Yet in this moment, all that exuding power was sucked dry the moment you touched him. This gives you the courage to lean in closer to him, gaze traveling over his face, taking in every scar and imperfection as you grow closer to him. You felt your heart rate spike when his eyes dropped to your lips and suddenly, they grew a shade darker, pupils dilating. His large hands slowly reach up and wrap around your waist, tugging your smaller figure closer to him.

The second he brought you closer, a small breathy sound came from your lips and your hands landed flat on the top part of his plastron. Raphael couldn’t help the deep rumble that vibrated out of his chest as your scent engulfed him, the vines of your favorite shampoo and body wash, mixed with the sweet sweat from your workout out was fogging his mind as it wrapped around and squeezed.

He felt the primal instinct to just reach up, bury his beak in the soft flesh of your neck and just taste.

Gripping the loose fabric of your tank top, he felt the tips of his fingers graze the soft skin just under the edge, and that feeling alone made his desires more severe. He licked his lips, intense gaze on your mouth as you mimicked his movement subconsciously. He smirked at that, realizing you were paying just as much attention to him as he was to you. Raphael was never good with his words, actions were more his way of expressing how he felt. That was why he made you a room, so you could have your own space, and maybe want to stick around longer (though you already practically lived there) he wanted you in the lair, so he knew you were safe from anything and everything. He was fucking crazy for you, and the thought made him tighten his hold around your waist as another churr vibrated from his chest.

Your body felt like it was on fire, a shiver going down your spine when you heard that deep rumble. What was that? You had thought when you heard it. None of the brothers had ever made a noise like that before, and you’d definitely be googling it, or asking Donnie about it later.

Even while standing, the hothead was an inch taller, his thick arms flexing as he all but pressed you against him, his legs spread and inviting you in. He hunched only a smidge, bulking form swallowing you as he dropped his snout to your neck as if he could no longer resist. You closed your eyes at the skin-to-skin contact, chills running through you as euphoria filled your brain. Was this what it was like to have him touch? Because if was, you’d get on your hands and knees, begging for him to do it again if that’s what it took.

“Raphael,” You whisper as you place a hand on the nape of his neck, your hands trailing his pebbled skin before stopping where his shell met his back. His body trembled at the touch to the sensitive skin. You crane your neck so he can have better access while he sniffs and nips at your soft skin. There was a tiny moan at the tip of your tongue when he trails up, leaning back just enough to hover his mouth over yours.

Raphael’s mind was reeling when he heard how you said his name in a breathless whisper, and he felt his tail twitch. The sight of your body pressed against him had a rough rumble coming from him once more, and the fact you were so small against his larger form didn’t help in the slightest. The size difference was blatantly obvious, yet somehow, you fit together perfectly.

Minds alike, they both want more. No. You both need more.

And just before your lips meet, a voice stops you both.

"Pizza's ready!"

Dammit Michelangelo.

You both instantly snap back into reality, and you nearly fall on your butt from how quickly you move away. Your mouth parts as you stare at Raphael, not knowing what to say or do at that moment. Your heart was pounding so strongly that you feared it would break your ribcage.

Raphael was your best friend, and you almost kissed him.

Rough features stared back at you, eyes slightly wide as he was unable to form words. He feared that he had just imagined it all. There was no way a girl like you would ever want to kiss a mutant like him, but as soon as a smile began to blossom on your face and you gave him a shy look followed by an amused giggle, he knew what just happened wasn't his imagination.

And so, he did what he always wanted to do from the first moment you opened that smartass mouth of yours and popped off.

In one swift movement, he was standing up and moving across the room toward you, his strong hands grabbing the sides of your face as he bent lower and crushed your lips together in a hungry kiss. You didn't hesitate to return the gesture. You slant your head as lips move quickly against his, hands falling onto the front of his hard plastron. You felt yourself move forward and step on his feet, leaning up on the tips of your toes, trying to deepen the kiss as his hands fell to your lower back, pulling you up.

Raphael began to walk you back wards and when your back touched the wall, that was when you snapped back to reality, and all movement seized as you slowly pulled your lips from his, eyes locking as chests rose and fell at a rapid pace.

Raphael stares down at you, one bulking arm bracing the wall beside your head as his eyes quickly scan your reaction, expecting to see regret and disgust pooling in those pretty eyes he had begun to love so much. Yet, as he stared at you, he realized you weren't looking at him like that at all, no, your eyes were clouded with what seemed to be admiration.

As if you could read his thoughts and hear all his insecurities, you reached up and ran your hands over his masked face, pulling him by the hanging tails to capture his lips in another kiss. This one is a lot softer than the first. And as you pull away again, three words leave your lips that sent his heart into a beating frenzy and made a toothy grin spread across his face.

"I love you,"

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amber-michaelson · 1 year

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Our Future

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Summary: while doing homework katsuki brings up the future and what it holds

Read at own risk

Warning: none

You and Katsuki have been friends since birth both of your moms were friends from college and have been very close since they even begged you to together but you swore off him till the end of middle school where your feelings just changed and he felt it to.

Yn pov

I sat next to bakugo doing homework as I hummed to my music playing through one of my earphones as the other one was in bakugo's ear as he texted on his phone, we were lounging on his dorm floor “hey babe” i hummed in reply and turned my head “what do you think about our future” he asked his voice filled with something i couldn’t quite put my finger on “why are you asking” i laughed he’s never the one to talk about the future unless he’s saying he’s gonna be number 1 “shity hair has been pestering me about marriage and kids lately” he sighed putting his phone down and turned to me “well i do think about us getting married but things change and we have our whole lives ahead of us, our careers haven’t even started yet and i know you want to focus on that then other things” i murmured my gaze moving back onto my almost finish homework “yn” he said taking out both our earphones “i care about being a hero yes but I've come to realize your more important to me, you’ll come first always” he caressed my cheek making me look at him again “and if you want to get married fuck lets get married as soon as we finish ua” he smiled his hand moving to hold mine “i love you” he said making me giggle “i love you too” i whispered “sorry what was that” he chuckled pulling me closer his body against mine “i love you too kat” i said smiling brightly he chuckled and pulled me on top of him “as long as im with you im happy” he hummed staring into my eyes i giggled leaning down and connected our lips together

katsuki pov

i smiled against her lips my hands moving to her ass giving her a small slap causing her to gasp “kats-” “shh” i kissed her harder and slowly moved to sit up with my hands griping her ass “lets move this to the bed shell we” i growled standing up still holding her and slowly moved to the bed i layed down backwards so she was still on top we pulled apart and started taking off each others clothes leaving us in our underwear we started to make out as she slowly started to grind on me "yn" I groaned against her lips she slowly started to moved her lips down to my neck as she increased her speed "fuck katsuki" she whined against my skin, I finally had enough of her teasing and pulled my cock out my underwear and moved her panties aside and slid it into her "fuck" we both moaned

Yn pov

I moaned as he filled me up and started riding him again and started kissing his neck leaving love bites and marks "fuck babe" he growled putting his hands on my lower back before flipping us over and he started pumbing into causing me to throw my head back in pleasure "katsuki" I whined wrapping my arms around his neck scratching him as he started going harder "fuck baby" he groaned as his cock started to pulse "I'm gonna cum" I cried tears of pleasure as I clenched down on him "cumming" we both yelled out as he cum inside "fuck yn" he chuckled panting as he stared down at me "I fucking love you"

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mbappeslover · 1 year

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spread thin.

mbappé x f!reader. childhood friends, enemies to lovers. they’re both 18.

i wrote this book with the song spread thin by mariah the scientist in mind. so, for the best experience, read this book while… listening to spread thin by mariah the scientist.

“papa, are you serious?! do i really have to train with.. with her?” kylian fussed as you looked around exhausted.

you guys haven’t even started the match yet, but kylian’s attitude began tiring you out. it was a bright and hot day in paris as well. you wanted to finish this match and head home.

“kylian, it’s final. just do one round with y/n. i have no idea why you’re making this such a big deal.” kylian’s dad said while walking off into the shade.

“yeah, why is it a big deal, mbappé? are you scared to lose to a girl.” you said in a mocking tone.

kylian switched his focus onto you. he looked angry.

“what did you say?” he said, marching up to you with speed and stopping a few centimeters from you.

he looked so silly being extremely worked up over having to play one round of football with you.

you were amused by all of this. so, your lips curled into a sly smile.

“are we about to kiss right now, mbappé?”

he noticed the close proximity you two happened to be and backed away immediately.

“you fucking wish, y/l/n.” he spat out before storming away.

you just laughed because you always knew just the right words that’d throw him over the edge, it worked every single time.

a few hours later.

you were home now, taking a nice, hot shower at the end of the day after practice was like an award. scrubbing away all of that dirt and sweat. feeling clean is the best.

you got out the shower and began moisturizing yourself with your signature vanilla bean & coconut scented lotion— when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“who is it?”

“it’s kylian.”

you froze.

kylian? what’s he doing here…?

“one second!” you shout out and quickly throw on your sleeping clothes: nike shorts with a gray cropped tank top.

you opened the door to an awkward looking kylian.

“hey…?” you said before turning around to lay on your bed and checking your phone for any messages.

a few seconds go by and it’s complete silence, so, you turn around, sitting up crisscrossed and kylian is still standing by the door, scratching his head while analyzing your room.

“are you just gonna stand there, mbappé?” you ask in a dry tone.

“well, you never told me i could come in.” he shot back at you.

“see kylian, that’s your problem. you randomly began acting so weird towards me. what happened to us? when did it ever get like this. we used to be so close.” you exclaimed.

he sighed, closing the door behind him before settling himself on your bed next to you.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” kylian said while looking you in the eye.

you broke the eye contact, you never could withstand his stares. his eyes. you knew this talk would come sooner or later. you thought you were prepared but, right now, your throat began to close up, eyes began to sting and it was getting harder for you to stay calm.

he shuffled closer to you.

“y/n, can you please look at me?”

you didn’t budge, scooting over more till you couldn’t anymore. avoiding his presence.

complete silence took over the room. you felt the bed get lighter and footsteps.

that’s right, kylian is a coward. all he does is run away from his problems and cries like a little bab-

“you really are a headache y/n, you know that, right?” he breathed out.

you snapped your head towards him so fast, ready to throw a rebuttal but before you could register what was happening…

warmth engulfed you.

“are you serious kylian?! get off of me." you bursted out laughing.

kylian just tackled you and was now holding you in the biggest bear hug ever. all the previous tension, now evaporated from the atmosphere.

“no, not until you look at me… and let me talk.” he said, lifting his face from your chest and pouting.

“you big baby, get off of me. right now!” you said, smiling so hard, ear from ear.

he sighed hard yet again before unleashing you from the hug and rolling off to the side.

a few seconds past by and everything settled down.

he propped himself onto his hand while looking, admiring you.

“i’m serious, y/n. i am so sorry. everything just happened so fast. when we were younger, i didn’t see you in any way. just a friend, my bestest friend. but then, we started getting older and.. i didn’t see you that way anymore. it was scary, i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. so, i just thought maybe if i distanced myself, my feelings for you would go away.” he said.

he took a moment to get his thoughts together, licked his lips, looked you in the eye with so much… passion. before continuing.

“obviously that didn’t work.” he chuckled. kylian looked so cute that you couldn’t help, but, to giggle at his cuteness and how vulnerable he was being with you right now.

“y/n, i love you. i love how you don’t take shit from anyone. i love your curly hair that smells like castor oil and coconut. i love how care free you are. i love your smile and your goofy little laugh. i love how strong you are, how competitive you can get. i’ve been in love with you since we were 10, y/n.”

the tears fell out so fast, you couldn’t help it.

kylian panicked. “did i do something wrong, mon amour, why are you crying? i’m sorry.” he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, wiping off your tears.

“shut the fuck up.” you said sniffling.

you looked into his eyes, again. kylian looked at you with so much love in his eyes, his beautiful eyes that hold. so much light. you tilt his chin down towards you.

“you know, i hate you.. so much, mbappé.” you said before connecting his lips to yours.

you both loosen up into the kiss, he holds onto your waist, squeezing it a little tight. you wrap your arms around his neck and slip your tongue into his mouth.

he gasps but regains his composure.

“what an idiot.”

you think.

“he’s my idiot, though.”

you smile into the kiss.

kylian lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeper.

let’s say… y/n & mbappé had quite the time.

and yes, they’re together. happily.

i hope you enjoyed this, it’s my first fic so let me know in the comments if it’s good or bad. i take all sorts of criticism. this is simply for fun. also, i take requests so leave them in the comments.

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gotham--fc · 2 years

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Recovery Night - A Hilary Knight Imagine

Another part in my Hilary x younger!reader series! This is the much requested first night of Y/N’s concussion where Hilary takes care of her. This won’t make much sense if you haven’t read Part 1 or Part 2

This is much much shorter than the other 2 parts though, a quick 1k drabble for yall

Tagging @grapefruit-personified because she’s really been waiting for this one

“What did the doc say?” Hilary asks. Y/N sighs, turning her face away from Hilary’s.

“You already know it’s a concussion.”

“I know,” Hilary says softly, “But how bad? Did he say how long you’re out for?”

“It’s bad,” Y/N says, “Out for months but they don’t know a timeline yet.”

“I’m sorry,” Hilary wraps her arm around Y/N’s waist, “How are you feeling?”

“Bad.”

Hilary doesn’t say anything.

“I just… my head hurts. And I feel dizzy every time I stand up. And I kept throwing up in the locker room. And now I can’t play and I don’t even know if I’ll play again and I just wanna cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Hilary moves closer and Y/N turns and leans her head on Hilary’s shoulder, letting herself cry.

Hilary holds Y/N as she cries, rubbing her back and whispering soothing things in her ear. It hurts Hilary to hear Y/N cry, but she knows there’s nothing she can do to make it better. She can’t go back in time and stop Y/N’s concussion from happening. She can’t speed up the recovery process. She can’t even take Y/N’s pain away. All she can do is hold Y/N and try and make her feel a little better.

Suddenly, Y/N stop crying. She tenses up in Hilary’s arms. Hilary sits up a little, her arms loosening.

“Y/N? You good?”

Y/N doesn’t answer. She shoots up and runs to the bathroom. Hilary follows and sighs when she sees Y/N kneeling over the toilet, heaving. She kneels beside Y/N, holding her hair back. When Y/N finishes throwing up, Hilary helps her lean against the wall and gently wipes her face with a cloth. She hands Y/N a glass of water and, when she’s ready, helps her stand and brush her teeth.

“Do you want to go lay down?” Hilary asks. Y/N shakes her head.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again, I should stay in here.”

“Okay,” Hilary helps Y/N back to the floor, “I’ll be right back.”

Hilary returns a few minutes later with pillows and blankets she took from the bed. She lays them down on the floor, makes a nest for Y/N to sit in so she won’t have to sit on the uncomfortable floor. Y/N grabs Hilary’s hand and pulls her into the nest. They sit curled up together, only moving when Y/N starts to feel sick. When Y/N falls asleep, Hilary doesn’t move her, just shifts her so she’s laying more comfortably against Hilary. Hilary sets a two hour timer on her phone. She splits her time between watching Y/N sleep, making sure she’s comfortable and not in pain or having bad dreams, and googling tips for concussion recovery.

After two hours, Hilary gently shakes Y/N awake. Y/N groans into Hilary’s chest.

“I know baby, I know,” Hilary says softly, “But you have to wake up. Just for a bit okay?” Y/N lifts her head, pouting, with a look of betrayal on her face. Hilary can’t help but smile at how adorable she is. “I’m sorry, I know you’re tired, but you have to wake up for a bit. You know you can’t sleep for so long with a concussion.”

“Don’t remind me,” Y/N says, “I know I have to wake up but I’m so tired.”

“I know baby, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Y/N takes her head out of Hilary’s chest after the gentle coaxing. Hilary keeps Y/N talking about anything she can to keep Y/N awake for 30 minutes.

“Do you wanna move to bed?” Hilary asks. Y/N shakes her head. “Are you still feeling nauseous?” Y/N shakes her head again.

“Don’t feel like moving.”

“Okay baby,” Hilary says, kissing her head, “You can go back to sleep now, I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

They repeat that cycle all night. Y/N complains every time she’s woken up and Hilary soothes her every time. Y/N gets nauseous once more, heaving into the toilet again, but mostly she makes it through the night. Hilary doesn’t know the extent of Y/N’s injury and she suspects the team doctors don’t know yet either. Hilary can only hope it’s not too bad, but she saw how hard Y/N hit the boards, she knows how bad even the mildest head injuries can be. If she’s being honest, Hilary wants Y/N to play again, but more than that, she just wants Y/N to get better, even if that means she never sets foot on the ice again. She’s so lost in thought she jumps when her alarm goes off. Y/N groans.

“Sorry,” Hilary says, “But I have to go,” Y/N looks up and pouts, “I know,” Hilary chuckles, “I don’t wanna leave you either, but I have to join my team before we load up our stuff and move to the next hotel.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, but we should be back in a few days after our next games. It’ll go by quickly.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Y/N says quietly.

“I know.”

“My head hurts,” Y/N sounds like she’s about to cry.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re still my girlfriend right?”

“Yes,” Hilary cups Y/N’s face, “Look at me, I love you and I’m with you as long as you’ll have me. I will always be your girlfriend.”

“Good. I still don’t want you to go but it’s okay now. If you gotta go, you can go.” Hilary kisses Y/N softly.

“Let’s get you into bed first.”

Hilary helps Y/N up and guides her to bed, helping her lay down and tucking the blankets around her. She grabs the garbage can, placing beside the bed in case Y/N needs it, and sets a water bottle on the bedside table, along with some snacks if Y/N gets hungry.

“I’m sure someone will be by to wake you up, but get some rest. Keep me updated how you’re feeling, okay? I love you.” Hilary kisses Y/N’s temple.

“Love you too,” Y/N mumbles, clearly already falling asleep.

Hilary leaves quietly. She heads back to her room and packs her things, going down to the lobby to meet up with her team. She runs into both teams in the lobby, both clearly having eaten breakfast at the same time.

“Were you not hungry?” Jill jokes to Hilary. Hilary shoves her weakly.

“Shut up.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Shut up.”

“Because you do not look good, like you look bad. You look like you–”

“Goodbye Jill!” Hilary walks to the other side of the lobby, ignoring Jill’s laughter behind her.

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Runaway Part 7- FINAL PART

CW: MDNI, smut with some plot, implied PTSD, domestic violence, female reader, kidnapping, attempted murder, ACTUAL murder, major character death, unprotected sex, creampie, just a lot of violence really, let me know if I've missed anything

A short note, before part 7; when I started writing this last year, it was just a fun hobby. A lot of things happened this year that I never saw coming including the unexpected and tragic death of a close friend, and most recently, emergency surgery (Appendix tried to kill me, it was super fun).

I want to sincerely thank everyone for their patience, kindness, and enthusiasm for this little project that i started, just to start writing again. I can never explain how much it means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Moving forward, with the completion of this project, I want there to be more. I have been thinking hard about what else I can give you. Thank you so much again. You, reader, gave me reason to write again.

Part Seven

He’s had too much. Entirely too much.

The room spins as Dabi stumbles over to the bar to refill his glass for the… seventh time? Eighth? He’s lost count. Kurogiri is gonna call in an intervention when he sees how much whiskey he has to replace. He giggle-snorts at the thought, crashing down on one of the bar stools, his head lolling in one hand.

What time is it, anyway? He squints at the clock above the bar, it’s 3 am already… he wonders what you’re doing- who you’re doing- no. He stops himself there, literally shaking the thought from his head. Not going there. Can’t.

He thought drinking would help, but it’s only brought him closer to the precipice- a fine line between drinking into oblivion and drinking to the point of vulnerability. He scratches his head, sighs. Before you, it would’ve just been oblivion.

The crew is still out- Shig and Kurogiri are off on some business and unlikely to return until morning. Toga, Twice and Compress went to the club after their mission, so they haven’t been home, either. Nobody knows except him. And he’s gonna have to tell them.

Tell them that you’re gone, something whispers. That you’ve left me. That I’m alone again.

He doesn’t know how to help himself here. He could go to the club, find some easy pussy and lose himself in it, but it doesn’t feel right. In fact, he’s a little worried what he might do to some villain-chaser right now. Clearly his headspace isn’t great.

He can’t tell them all yet. He just can’t do it. The words are stuck in his throat, like glue, making it hard to swallow.

But you are gone.

And it’s his fault.

Dabi throws the glass of whiskey at the wall, watching in satisfaction as it bursts into a million messy pieces, whiskey dribbling onto the floor. Then he puts his head down on the bar, folds his arms over it, and wills himself to sleep.

Dabi isn’t sure how long he sleeps before rough, cold hands grasp the back of his shirt and begin to shake him, frantically. Groaning, Dabi doesn’t even open his eyes before he begins to shove at whoever has hold of him.

“Gettoff,” he moans. “Fuckin’-stop-!” Oh Jesus, he’s gonna hurl if they don’t stop-

“Dabi. Wake up.” Hawks’ clear, cold voice is enough to force Dabi to crack his eyes, gazing up at the winged hero blearily.

“The fuck- get offa me, bird brain-"

“Dabi, she’s gone. They took her.”

Dabi’s eyes widen, suddenly sober, already turning on the barstool to face Hawks. “What?”

“Inferno- or his men- they have her- they left this.” Hawks shoves a crumpled note into Dabi’s hands.

Dabi smoothes it out on the bar, reads it.

Come after your plaything, and I will make it a thousand times more painful for her than it need be.

“Well?” Hawks is watching Dabi, still frantic, expectant, wings shaking. “We need to move. We only have so much time-"

Dabi leans over the bar and wretches, the contents of his stomach spattering across the tiled floor.

Before you even open your eyes, you can feel the pounding headache radiating from the back of your skull. Fuck. A whimper tears itself, unbidden, from your throat.

“Boss, she’s waking up.”

“Good. He’ll have questions.”

Opening your eyes is no use; you’ve been blindfolded, and your hands are restrained; they feel weak, useless.

Quirk-cancelling cuffs, you realize, as fear takes hold and begins to grow.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No Hawks. No Dabi. No Quirk.

Fuck.

You know you’re in the back of a car; you smell cigarette smoke, feel cold air blowing on your face from an open window. Shadows and streetlights flash by, disorienting you to a world unknown outside of the blindfold. You lick your lips, test your voice.

“Hello?” It comes out in a croak.

Someone cuffs you hard in the back of your already-throbbing head, and you jump, half cowering in your seat.

“Shut your fucking mouth. You’ll have plenty to say when we get there.”

You don’t recognize these voices. They are rough, deep. Nothing like Inferno’s smooth baritone.

Hired hands, you figure, as you clamp your mouth shut. He wants to scare me.

You resolve to show no fear. It’s likely you’re going to die, you’re not stupid. At least you tried. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you afraid. Straightening your spine, you settle back against the seat and wait.

Another twenty minutes feels endless as the car twists and turns along the roads. How far are they taking me? Panic threatens to bubble up, but you swallow hard, forcing it down. Panic won’t help anything. You can still see the flashes of streetlights, so you’re at least still in the city.

Maybe there’s time- no. You won’t let yourself believe it. You won’t let yourself hope. They’ll never find you in time… this is it. The very least you can do is try to remain calm.

The vehicle comes to a slow halt, brakes screeching. You feel the shift as the driver gets out, rocking the vehicle, and slams the door, making you jump slightly. Someone laughs, alarmingly close to your ear.

“Scared, sweetheart?” It’s a mean, gloating voice. “Don’t worry, the fun’s only just beginning.”

“Fuck you,” you bite out. A surprised silence comes, followed by a sudden and ringing blow to your right cheek.

“Talk to me like that again-" the voice threatens, but is cut off as the vehicle door opens on your side. A sudden cool rush of air hits you in the face as you try to straighten up.

“Hey, hey- we can’t hit her. Boss wants her untouched.”

This would be relieving, except… “yeah, so he gets all the fun,” is muttered sullenly by your assailant. “C’mon then, bitch. Can’t be late,” he continues, pushing you out of the vehicle so hard you nearly topple over.

Another set of hands grasps your shoulders roughly, keeping you from falling, and then seizes your right arm and steers you straight ahead. “Let’s go.” The second voice leaves no room for negotiation.

You are led through two sets of doors and into an elevator; your blindfold has shifted slightly, allowing you to see from a very bottom corner. Three seats of black shoes surround you.

The buttons sing their staccato notes cheerfully as one of your assailants punches them, and then you are being whisked up, up, up. It’s not until the elevator doors open again that a cold blast of wind hits you, and you realize you’re on a rooftop. Fear floods your belly, makes you squirm in your bindings.

“Please- just tell me who you are-"

“I said shut the fuck up-" the man who hit you before begins to shout, and you brace yourself for another blow.

“There’s no need for that,” a voice says, and your blood runs cold. “Let her go.”

Hands instantly release you as the blindfold is lifted off of your face.

In front of you stands- Jesus, it’s really him- Inferno, taller than you remember, larger than life and twice as hideous- and smiling down at you triumphantly.

“Hello, darling.”

The wind is cold up here. Shivering, you glance around and instantly get dizzy. You are on a rooftop- which one, you’re not sure- but it’s a skyscraper. You can see the whole of the city from this building. It would be beautiful if you weren’t frozen in dread.

“Husband,” you greet Inferno formally, tamping down the icy chill of your fear. Swallow it. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

His lips twitch in dark amusement as he gestures to a chair leaning against the wall. “Please, have a seat. There’s so much I need to ask you.”

Head held high, you turn and walk, sitting neatly down on the chair before facing him expectantly. He watches you, raises one brow.

“Something different about you,” he observes, musing.

You strive for a look of polite indifference. “Oh? How so?”

His eyes burn into yours. “You always used to be more afraid.”

You stare back at him, trying to remain cool, aloof. “I’ve learned some hard lessons, Husband.”

He makes a mental decision; one to play along with your demeanor. After a moment's hesitation, he joins you, sitting in a chair across from you. “You don’t look very afraid,” he says, as though he’s confiding in you. “That’s the biggest, anyway. Difference, I mean.”

You shrug. “Maybe there were several lessons.”

“Such as?” He asks, politely, keeping up the facade. And why shouldn’t he? You think. He’s won. He can afford to play along, get some sick twist out of this.

You lift your chin again, staring him straight back in the eye. “Such as… I’m not the little mouse you always wanted me to be. I’m actually quite strong.”

He smiles, kindly. “You realize you have to die.”

You nod. “I do.” You wonder briefly, how you can possibly sound so serene… but common sense is long gone now. You’re just playing a part, a role, until it’s time. You only pray that it’s fast.

Inferno nods slowly, taking in the calm across your face. “I thought about how I would have to do it,” he adds, conversationally. “The media sees me as this frantic, adoring husband. So it couldn’t be anything too public; knowing you, if you had any time at all to try to save yourself, you’d lose your senses and start screaming to anyone within earshot that you’re innocent. Which you’re not, you’ve never been.”

He’s watching your face carefully, waiting to see any flash of emotion betray your cool features. You merely sigh, contemplatively, then shrug.

“That’s probably fair,” you allow. He smirks.

“I briefly considered a mass murder… your whole family, framing you. A bomb in the house, perhaps. Cut brake lines on a family trip. Which they have gone on, since you’ve been gone, by the way.”

That one hurts. You can’t tell if he’s lying or not. Probably not a family trip; probably getting out of town to avoid the shame of being related to you after all of Inferno’s stories hit the press, but still. He wants to hurt you. If he can take your family’s embarrassment and consequential fleeing and twist it as a way to cause you further pain, of course he will.

All this reasoning flies through your mind as he watches you carefully. “They didn’t come looking for you,” he concludes.

You shake your head. “They always liked you better than me, anyway.”

Inferno laughs loudly at this, tossing his head back. “Well, they’ve always had a distaste for weakness.” He resumes eyeing you closely, almost contemplatively. “They might like you more now. The y/n I knew before would have been hysterical by now, crying for mercy.”

You recognize it in his tone; he’s disappointed. A sudden rush of euphoria comes over you; he may be about to kill you, may be about to take you away from Dabi, from Hawks, from everything you’ve ever known- but he’s not getting the reaction he wants from you.

A small victory, but an important one, nonetheless.

You hold eye contact with him and let the smallest smirk play out from the corners of your mouth. “The y/n that you knew was beaten down after years of abuse and your pathetic,” you say the word slowly, let it drip with disgust, “male fragility.”

Inferno’s face barely registers, except the familiar spark of violence flaring just behind his eyes as he listens to you insult his ego.

“The y/n before you, however…” you let your voice trail off, considering. “Well, if given half a chance, she would kill you where you stand.” You smile at him benignly, and then add, “slowly, so that you suffer.”

He backhands you before you see it coming; you’re thrown from the seat, unable to cover your face with your still-bound hands. The coppery taste of blood fills your mouth as you’re hauled to your feet by one of his snickering henchmen.

“Enough playing around,” Inferno is muttering, mostly to himself. “My patience has run out.” He reaches into his back pocket and for a second-you flinch, expecting a gun, a quick shot, and then nothing. Instead, he pulls out an envelope, flicks it open to withdraw a letter and waves it under your nose.

“This is your goodbye to your family,” he shares, calmer now that his triumph is so close. More so, your suicide letter.” He pauses, letting you take this in, before he continues. “In it, you apologize for the monster that you became. For being an abusive spouse and a worthless daughter. For never amounting to anything worth speaking of in life. You were so ashamed of yourself and all the trouble that you caused, that you simply could not bear to live anymore. It will go here,” he reaches around you and places it in your pocket, “so that when they find your body, it will be one of the first things they see.”

You spit the blood that’s pooled in your mouth at his feet, missing a shiny leather shoe by just half an inch. “I’d rather die exactly as I am right now then spend another living second as your wife.” You bare your teeth in a snarl. “And I will haunt you for the rest of your miserable fucking existence, you coward.”

He smiles again. “What sweet sentiment, darling. I hope you remain this brave when you’re falling fifty stories and splattering against the concrete.” Before you can process this, he’s turning to the lackeys. “Take her.”

“Fuck you,” you roar, as filthy hands began to drag you to the edge of the building. “Fuck you, you miserable fucking cowardly piece of shit-"

You’re dragged still further to the edge. The sounds of traffic waft up, horns honking, people shouting, completely oblivious to the fact that a murder is taking place above their heads.

You close your eyes, swallow hard.

I’m sorry, angel. Please don’t blame Hawks.

Please know how much I loved you.

It all happens so quickly.

You are waiting for the shove, for your feet to leave the ground, when a flash of blue fire and a surge of heat nearly knock you to the ground. A scream sounds to your left, high pitched and desperate; The man who was dragging you to the edge of the roof, who was right next to you a second ago, is gone. You spin to see Inferno, whose face is a black mask of rage, stalking towards the opposite end of the roof.

“Seize her! Nobody gets away tonight!” He roars, and begins throwing flames at random, aiming for some unseen target.

There’s no time to process any of it.

Next to you, still smoking, is a rather large pile of black ash.

“What the fuck-”

The familiar whoosh of wings drowns you out, and suddenly Hawks is there, landing beside you and frantically looking over your cuffs. His lip is bleeding, golden eyes narrowed, focused.

“Hey, kid-” his voice breaks with relief as you struggle to comprehend what’s happening.

“Thought we lost you there for a sec,” he continues, gloved hands fluttering over your wrists as he tries to figure out how to undo the cuffs. You’re speechless, buzzing with adrenaline, when you’re distracted by another blue burst of light to your left.

You whirl to see Dabi, beautiful, glorious Dabi, his face murderous with rage, killing anyone and everyone he can get his hands on. Henchmen scream and scatter, running for the door and dropping to the floor amidst flames as they try. Inferno stands opposite of him, trying to blast Dabi with wave after wave of fire, to no avail. Dabi’s flames are bigger than you’ve ever seen them, so bright they’re almost blinding.

“What-how…”

“That doesn’t matter right now. We need to get you out of here. Out of the country, probably.” Hawks mutters, more to himself than to you. And then, “Goddamn it! Where is the key to these things?” And then “fuck, shit, hold on-” he turns just as a henchman sneaks up on him, knife in hand, and shoves you to the ground as he dodges. Just as quickly, you jump to your feet, ignoring the ache pounding through your skull from a culmination of hard hits this evening, and chase after the two, now engaged fully in hand to hand combat.

The man swipes here and there with the knife; Hawks cold-cocks him directly in the face, and then whips out a couple feathers to pin the man to the ground.

“Kill him!” You yell, but Hawks turns to face you, looks over your shoulder, and blanches.

Someone grabs you by the hair and throws you back down. “On the ground where you belong, you fucking bitch.”

The voice from the car, the same man who hit you, now stands above you with a gun. “I promised the boss I would finish this-”

He doesn’t get to finish anything, not even his sentence. He lets out a guttural groan as Hawks stabs him in the back, pushing the knife through his chest, and drops, nearly on top of you. Shoving him aside, you scramble up.

“How did they get into the hotel?” Hawks yells, throwing himself into a defensive crouch in front of you and wielding a feather like sword.

You want to answer him, but another henchman is heading your way, eyes wild.

“Doesn’t matter right now,” you parrot Hawks, using your bound hands to swing out at your attacker, hitting him straight in the face and knocking him to his feet. Hawks finishes him off as you whirl to watch Dabi and Inferno. You’re not sure when it began to rain, but it’s raining nonetheless; coming down fast in cold, unforgiving sheets. You watch, feeling as though you are in a dream, as bursts of blue and orange fire burn against the downpour. This doesn’t feel real.

If I make it through this, you think, I will never make the same mistakes again.

This fight- this raging, bloody battle- is a culmination of what your life was, and what it will be. No longer will you be the one who runs away. If only you or Inferno get to leave this rooftop tonight, it’s sure as hell going to be you.

You are done running. You are done hiding. Forever.

“Toga, do you see anything?” Hawks yells over his shoulder.

What?

You blink in disbelief as the little blond scurries across the roof, presumably out of nowhere, several backpacks in hand.

“Nothing yet. Hi, honey!” She chirps, as if this isn’t quite literally a life-threatening situation. “Don’t worry about a thing, we’ll get you loose in no time.”

“Toga- hurry-” You’re watching Dabi and Inferno dance across the roof in a frenzied battle, blasting at each other and dodging the other’s fire. “I have to help-”

With a quick scan of the rooftop, you can see that all of the henchman are either gone- escaped, dead, or close to it; several bodies lay charred and smoking on the concrete. It’s down to Dabi and Inferno.

Dabi practically dances as he moves, fighting with skills beyond anything you’ve seen yet. For one brief moment, his eyes connect with yours and hold you there, a thousand unspoken words flowing between you, and the world goes silent.

And then you see it.

Inferno has been pushing Dabi back towards the edge of the roof. Dabi’s steps are a little uneven, as though he’s been drinking- oh god, you realize, as your heart drops into your stomach. He probably has. Not enough to be incapacitated, clearly, but enough not to notice some small, but very important details…such as being backed into a corner…or rather, a ledge.

Now that he’s so close to it, Inferno is increasing his fire, pushing Dabi back inch by inch, little by little, to his impending death.

“NO!” You scream, and Dabi’s eyes flash to yours, and you know that he’s realized it, too. “Toga, get me out of this NOW-”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it-” Toga’s hands scramble against the cuffs, a loud, clear click finally freeing you from your Quirkless prison. You turn back to the fight just in time to see Dabi fumbling, dangerously close to falling to his death, and Inferno, manic and beyond all reason, lifting his hands to administer one last blast of fire-

“NO,” you scream again, and without hesitation, throw your hands forward. Inferno is thrown into the air like a rag doll, struggling as his body lifts into the air and sways, fighting your power with all he has.

Months ago, your fear would have trumped your Quirk, and you probably would have lowered him back to the ground, afraid of what he would do to you if he survived.

Now, you have no such qualms.

You hold him there, in the air, watching as the force of your Quirk turns him slowly to face you, to gaze down at you with panicked contempt, and you hold his gaze.

There. Look at me.

Look at what you’ve done to yourself.

With every ounce of strength left in you, you heave your arms to the left.

Inferno screams as his body is tossed from the top of the skyscraper. He screams all the way down.

The sickening thud of his body hitting the sidewalk below is what breaks you from your reverie, panting.

Dabi is frozen at the edge of the rooftop, staring down at what’s left of Inferno. You can just barely hear Hawks speaking to you as though he’s a mile away.

Exhaustion hits you like a bus, dragging you back down to earth.

And then;

You are vaguely aware of your legs giving out beneath you, collapsing and landing hard against the wet cement on the roof. Through the rain and the blood and the blinding pain, you can’t see anything. You can feel your consciousness slipping through your fingers, hurtling you towards blessed, peaceful darkness, when from far away you hear Dabi.

He sounds a million miles away, echoey, vague. The rough sandpaper of his voice scratches at you, tries to keep you awake.

“Hey, baby, hey-”

“Tired,” you mutter, feeling warm hands wrap around your upper arms, pulling you into his lap, his belt buckle pushing into your left shoulder blade. “Hurts.”

“I know baby, I know it hurts- look at me baby, look at me, don't go to sleep, baby, okay, don’t-” he pleads; breathless, his voice cracking. “Please, baby, don’t do this to me, don’t do this to me baby please, don’t you dare do this to me…” his voice rises in octave, you can hear this panic in his voice and want more than anything to stay awake just to calm him down, but your body pulls you towards sleep with the seductive drag of quicksand, pulling you from him, no matter how hard you try to stay.

“Love you,” you whisper, and then everything goes dark.

When you wake up again, you’re in Dabi’s bed. You sigh, automatically going to stretch and then letting out a sound of distress when you feel how sore you are.

And then you remember.

You bolt upright, wincing, gasping as you take in the room.

“Baby.”

You look down to see Dabi, roused from sleep, lifting his head from the side of the bed.

“Dabi- what…?”

“He’s dead,” he says abruptly. “You finished it. He’s dead.”

You don’t know what happens- one second you’re staring at Dabi, blankly processing. The next, your body is wracked with sobs. From relief, from fear or from guilt, or maybe a combination of all three.

“Hey, baby hey…” Dabi’s arms go around you. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”

You lean into his chest, unable to stop sobbing, chest heaving, your fingers curling into his T-shirt and clinging to him.

“What happened?” You choke out. “After I-”

“Hawks told the commission that it was a villain.”

“WHAT?”

“He told the commission that he had been on patrol- which, technically, he was- and saw Inferno fighting with an unknown villain. He said he was flying in to help, but before he could get there, the villain threw him from the roof.” Dabi slowly shakes his head, mournfully. “Just couldn’t get there in time.” He peeks at you, his eyes glowing.

You let out a long, slow sigh. “Will he get in trouble?”

“I doubt it. He had to be interviewed a few times by the commission and gave the police a signed statement. I doubt they'll look much past that.”

You nod slowly, letting this sink in. “So they have no idea that I’m still around?”

“No. Nobody even mentioned you. I’m sure if you wanted to come forward now, and tell the truth, the media would eat it up, but I’m not sure how much you want to do that…”

“I don’t.” The thought of the media makes bile rise in your throat. “Ever.”

Dabi watches you carefully. “So that means…”

“I’m okay with staying missing,” you finish for him. You look up into his brilliant azure eyes. “I’ve found my family. If they’ll still have me,” you add, quietly.

Half a second later, Dabi’s arms are crushing you to his chest, almost knocking you off the bed entirely.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” His voice breaks. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I put everyone at risk, I wasn’t thinking, I was stupid.”

Dabi grasps your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. “You are never stupid. I was angry and said shit I shouldn’t have and never will again. Forgive me, baby, please.”

You stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Dabi’s eyes searching yours.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he kisses you, gently. Too gently, in your opinion. You lean forward, pushing more forcefully against his mouth, sighing when he gives way and lets you gently bite down on his lower lip.

Dabi groans into your mouth, his whole body stiffening against yours, before he begins to pull away.

“No,” you whine, but he sits back anyway.

“You’re still healing. We shouldn’t.”

“Yes, we should. I’m fine.” You sit up straight as though to prove this, only wincing slightly. He laughs ruefully, then leans down to kiss you again. This time the kiss is harder, more urgent- from both of you. Bravely, you shuffle into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Doll, I don’t know if…” He’s torn, debating between showing you how he feels or letting you rest, knowing you need both.

“Please. Need you,” you mutter, fingers ghosting his cheeks, his jawline, his collarbone. “Please, Dabi.”

Something inside him breaks.

“Touya,” he breathes into your hair and he slips inside you. A gasp strangles your throat, hands scrambling for purchase against his arms as he fills you gently, slowly. “Call me Touya.”

“Touya,” you whisper, and Jesus fucking Christ he whimpers, forehead pressed against yours as he gently fucks himself into you. You’re only too aware that this is a gift he’s giving to you, the ultimate trust, the only thing he has to protect, his real name. Gently, you cup his cheeks and lift his half-lidded gaze to yours. “Thank you, Touya.”

He lets out a ragged gasp, pressing his lips to yours, hard, urgently.

“Missed you. Missed you so much,” he chokes between kisses, and begins to move inside you.

This is nothing like it’s been before. Instead of pounding, biting and punishing you, Touya moves softly, insistently; easy, shallow thrusts that keep you on the edge as melds his mouth to yours. One hand twists in your hair, the other cupping your breasts one at a time, squeezing softly.

“Tou-hah, Touya,” you whine, lifting your hips to his, encouraging. “Harder- please.”

He groans, daring to thrust just a little bit harder. “My girl, my baby,” he pants. “Never losing you again. Never, baby. ‘M so sorry. ‘M so sorry.”

You want to tell him to stop apologizing, stop feeling sorry but you can’t- can’t do anything but sigh as he fucks you steadily, clinging to his shoulders as he wraps his arms around you, gasping into your neck, whispering apologies and sweet words of praise. “My good girl, you feel so good baby, never losing you again….”

It’s too much. Your walls are beginning to tighten, and he almost loses himself then and there, pausing to whine against your collarbone, hot breath fanning over your neck as he pants desperately.

“Please, please, Touya- I’m s-I’m so close.” You’re crying, overwhelmed by the gentleness he is giving you, your need to cum overshadowing any worries you might have for your healing body. “‘M so close, please I-”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he gasps, long fingers grasping your hips as he moves hesitantly.

“I’m not gonna break,” you promise against his lips, and when his mouth opens against yours, gently biting down. “Need you, please-”

A deep, guttural groan tears itself from Touya’s chest; One hand wraps gently around the back of your head, holding you against his shoulder, the other grasping your hip to keep you still, concerns for your injuries still in the back of his lust-fogged mind. He begins to fuck you in earnest, thrusting harder, deeper, listening as your muffled cries reach fever pitch before reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb.

“Come on, baby. Need you to cum for me, need you to cum on me,” he begs, watching as your eyes roll back in your skull. “Wanna feel you. I need it…. Please,” he begs, his breath rapid and ragged as he falls apart against you. “Let go for me, baby.”

You shatter around him, keening, your back arching so that you are flush against him, and you sound so pretty and look so heartbreakingly beautiful that he can’t help but follow you quickly, gushing inside your fluttering walls, painting them with cum as his whimpers reverberate against your collarbone.

“Never losing your again,” he gasps, letting his hips buck into you, fucking you full. “Never.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you,” you pant, carding your fingers through his hair as he nestles his face into your neck, still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m not leaving, Touya. I’m here.”

You stay there for a long time; Touya collapsed on top of you, arms wrapped around each other, even as he softens inside you.

He mutters something, so quietly you can’t catch it. “What, baby?”

He turns his head so that he can talk low, directly in your ear, close enough to hear the exact moment his voice breaks.

“Love you,” he mutters. “I love you so fucking much.”

Tears leak from your eyes at this admission, blurring everything; the room, him, your fears. “I love you, Touya.”

“Say it again,” he begs, and you feel his cock twitch inside you, coming back to life. You whine at the feeling; your cunt is sore, your body is tired, but you want him so badly in this moment of raw confession that you don’t care. “I love you,” you coo, letting your hips buck against his, pleading, encouraging him. “Love you so much, baby. Need you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, and begins to move again.

Epilogue

You decide to attend Inferno’s funeral.

Not right up front, of course- it would be far too easy to be recognized. You don’t even get close to the main crowd- despite knowing the real Inferno, he had a lot of people fooled. The main crowd attending the funeral, the ones who are close enough to surround the gravestone with armfuls of flowers are all upper level Pro Heroes. You linger, in a black mask and sunglasses, towards the gate of the cemetery, nearly trailing out to the road, with hundreds of civilian fans.

Touya is not with you. In the event that someone does recognize you, despite all your precautions, Touya waits across the street in an inconspicuous getaway car. You glance over your shoulder several times to make sure he’s still there. Every time, he meets your eyes calmly, reassuringly.

He’d told you to take your time.

Make no mistake; this is not an act of love, grief, or regret. The way you’d explained it to Touya was the best way you could sum it up; you have to do this, to be here, to be sure he’s really dead. Otherwise, you’re sincerely worried that you will be looking over your shoulder the rest of your life.

I need that part of me to die today, too, you’d told him. This fear, this trauma, must be buried with him today, never to haunt you again.

Despite Touya telling you to take your time, you don’t stay for long. You listen to the priest begin his speech, reading from a book you’ve never believed in, and then turn, wending through the crowd, and make your way across the street.

Touya has left the car running; he flips the locks and watches you climb in, smoothing your black dress over your thighs as you settle against the leather seat.

“Good?” His voice is soft, gentle.

“Good.”

He nods, pulling the car into the road, and squeals the tires as loudly as he can as the car accelerates. You smirk at him as heads whip around to stare.

“Always have to have the last word, right?”

He shrugs, smirks back. “ ‘Course.”

Reaching over, he threads his fingers through yours, rests your intertwined hands on your knee. You sit in companionable silence for a while as the roads flash by.

“So.” You squeeze his hand.

“So?” He prompts.

You turn to him, smile. “What’s next?”

End.

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