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[kukkakisu]

Something about horrors beyond your comprehension laying dormant under the mask, until it wakes, hissing and stirring-- demanding to be let out. Reaching as far as it can go. Sinking its teeth as deep as it can. Not to eat. Not to play. Lashing out. Overwhelmed. Hurt. Scared. Angry.

[astraystayyh]

Photobooth

Your first date with seungmin, except he pretends he's confident when he's just as nervous as you.

You quickly go down the stairs, trying your best to steady your racing heartbeat, but it only quickens as your gaze lands on Seungmin. He's wearing a black blouse, his hair slightly tousled as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. His face lights up once his eyes set on you.

"Hey," he smiles as he walks up to you, a single red rose in his right hand.

"Hi," you smile back, a rush of butterflies erupting in your stomach, fluttering their wings all across your body.

"You're beautiful," he compliments, eyes tracing your face over and over, drinking in each one of your features. He didn't tell you that you looked beautiful, rather that you are beautiful. As if it doesn't matter what you wear, as long as it's you.

"Thank you," you reply, a wide grin spreading across your face. "You're beautiful too."

"I know," he smiles confidently, prompting a playful eye roll from you. "Right, let's go," he abruptly says, handing you the flower and grabbing your free hand into his. His fingers seamlessly intertwine with yours, and he doesn't look at you as he starts walking, as though this is second nature to both of you. As if your heart isn't on the brink of bursting from your chest, ready to spill its emotions at his feet.

Seungmin leads you to a hidden arcade, where the next two hours quickly go by as you take turns playing the various games- and competing in them. Your stomach aches from how hard you've been laughing; joy coming naturally to you when you're with Seungmin.

You're standing in front of a claw machine- your third attempt to retrieve a frog plushie. It's kind of weirdly sewed, and the color is neon rather than pastel, but you want it still.

"Still not giving up?" Seungmin smiles, as he leans against the machine's glass. "These are a scam, the odds of you winning are very slim."

"Keep your pragmatism to yourself," you reply, inserting another coin. The allotted fifty seconds go by in a blink of an eye, and you fail once again.

"Forget it," you pout. "I'm thirsty do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, just water. Can you order? I have to go to the toilet."

"Okay," you give him a thumbs-up before heading to the register. The queue is long, since apparently, everyone around is craving something too. Fifteen long minutes go by before you finally receive your coffee order. You bought an iced americano for Seungmin too, you know he can never say no to those.

"I'm back," Seungmin drapes his arm across your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. "Here," you bring the straw to his lips and be sips from his drink diligently.

"I thought you only wanted water," you chuckle and he scrunches his nose at you.

"Fine, keep your coffee and I suppose I'll keep this," he brings out the plushie you've been dying to win.

"You got it?" you ask incredulously, taking it from his hands excitedly.

"Mm."

"But I thought these machines were a scam," you repeat his earlier words and he shrugs. "I mean they still are. But you really wanted it."

"Thank you," you murmur, pulling him into a grateful hug, your chin resting on his shoulder blade.

"Anything for you," he mumbles into your hair, his arms blanketing you in a warm embrace.

You are walking hand in hand, stomachs full from the dinner Seungmin just treated you to. He insisted on paying, and you made a mental note to buy him coffee for the next following weeks.

"Look!" you point excitedly to a photobooth on the side of the road. "Should we go in?" you propose and he nods, pulling you in.

The booth is tiny, leaving room for only one stool at the center of it. Seungmin settles on the seat, before pulling you on top of his lap. You feel a crimson red blush bloom on your face, as Seungmin fixes up the camera's setting. He seems at ease by your close proximity, and you take in a deep breath as the timer starts counting down.

You plaster a smile on your face, Seungmin's hand wrapping around your waist as you both pose, flashing a peace sign. A giggle escapes you as he gently tickles your sides. "What should we do now?" he asks.

"Let's blow a kiss to the camera," you suggest, and he shakes his head slightly, an amused smile drawn on his lips.

You pucker your mouth, blowing a flying kiss as the camera snaps a photo of the two of you. But you soon realize Seungmin isn't staring ahead- he's looking at you.

"What?" you giggle nervously, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears, eyes fixated on yours. "I really like you," he confesses in a hushed tone, leaving you overwhelmed by the warmth of his body, his velvety voice and the weight of his words.

"You make me very flustered."

"So do you," he giggles sheepishly and you raise a brow at him. "Really? you've been so sure of yourself this entire date."

"Can't you feel my hands shaking?" he asks softly and sure enough, slight tremors are cursing through them. Almost imperceptible, but it's there.

"You drive me insane. I think I almost died each time you smiled at me tonight."

"That's a lot of near-deaths."

"I know," he smiles at you, but it slips away slowly as his eyes land on your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Your reply comes out breathless, as his warm hand cradles your cheek, beckoning you closer to him. His mouth falls perfectly on top of yours, the camera's click a mere echo to you as you lose yourself into the kiss. His cheeks are heated up under your touch, a contented sigh leaving him as your lips meet once again. And again, and again, until you lose count.

You pull apart dazed, and Seungmin places a much sweeter kiss on your forehead. "I really like you. I'm afraid of messing this up."

"You won't. I really like you too."

Seungmin buries his head in the crook of your neck, as you rub your hands softly across his back.

"What is it?" you smile and he shakes his head. "I'm malfunctioning give me a minute."

"What happened to your confident self?" you tease and he chuckles lowly, the sound traveling in your body and carving its melodies into your heart.

"Got tired of pretending."

"You don't have to. I really like you, if I hadn't made it clear."

"Yeah I don't think I will make it through the night," he sighs and you laugh loudly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It felt comforting to know you were both just as flustered by each other's existence.

You finally get out of the booth to find the picture printed out. You and Seungmin doing a peace sign. You blowing a kiss while Seungmin stares fondly at you. You and Seungmin looking at one another. You and Seungmin lost into the kiss.

"It turned out nice," you hum and he nods, throwing his arm over your shoulder once again. "It really did."

You keep the picture safely tucked in your wallet; only taking it out to frame it in your new house with Seungmin, five years down the road.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

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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[gtgbabie0]

omg your writing is so good and ik this is kinda a basic request but could you writing something about a Finnick x reader and reuniting in district 13?🫶

-Finnick Odair x reader

{Reuniting with Finnick in district thirteen}

Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for the request! Enjoy my lovelies!💕

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Fluorescent lights that sting the back of your eyes are the first thing you’re met with when you wake up in district thirteen. A safe haven in comparison to the Capitol, despite the coldness of the room and the firm mattress you’re lying on.

You sit up, a dull ache seizes your body and a certain tension builds between your shoulder blades. You groan in a mixture of pain and exhaustion. It’s a lot quieter here than back in the Capitol, where there’s always a distant buzz of constant noise that rings in your ears.

The coldness of the tiles beneath your socked feet sends a shiver through your body, but you push on, ignoring the pain that lingers within your bones. Walking through doors and surprisingly empty hallways, while pulling along the IV drip that’s attached to you.

You soon hear it, through a sea of voices, Finnick. He’s saying your name, begging to see you, calling out to you like a lighthouse does to a boat and it causes a surge of adrenaline to wash over your achy body.

Without hesitation you rip the IV out, rushing past people through tear-blurred vision. The doctors try to urge you to stop but their pleas are drowned out by Finnick and the need to be close to him.

Finnick is rendered completely speechless as he sees you, the exhaustion that lingers heavily underneath your eyes makes his heart ache with guilt that he couldn’t do more. He holds you close, harbouring your body within the safety of his arms not willing to let go… not again, not ever again.

“You’re okay… you’re okay.” He breathes, both a statement and a promise. His hand reaches to hold your head against his chest, the beat of his heart calms you like a sea chanty.

His lips meet your own, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle. His nose bumps against yours as he kisses you so softly and yet so desperately that it sends a tingle down your spine.

The people around you clear away with soft murmurs, giving well-deserved space to the pair of you as you both reunite.

“I thought… they told me-” You decide not to finish that sentence, cutting yourself off with a soft gasp, because neither of the things they told you were real. Finnick was here and alive still looking at you with love in his eyes.

His big hands cup either side of your tear-stained face, tilting your head up gently to look at him. His thumbs brushing away any stray tears.

“None of it was true… not a word.” He says with so much conviction, a tone that carries a certain understanding, that the doubt in your mind ebbs away for now.

His expression softens when you nod, the way you lean into the warmth of his palm and how your eyes flutter close ever so slightly at his touch. His breath catches in his chest, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” He whispers, voice quivering slightly. “Every waking hour, honey.” His fingertips trail along your cheek.

“Me too Finn… I was so scared I was never going to see you again.” The way your voice strains is enough to make Finnick's knees weak with devastation.

“I was never going to let that happen.” He promises, pressing a kiss against your forehead letting his lips linger for a moment in hopes to soothe you.

You press your face against his chest as if you were trying to hide away from the world, tears staining his shirt. “You’re safe… I’ve got you, honey.” He whispers, fingers brushing through your hair gently.

His hands trail down along your arms, his fingertips skimming over the spot where the IV drip was inserted. “Let’s get you back into bed, yeah?” He smiles softly, his arm supporting you as he guides you back down the hallways.

“You’ll stay? I don’t think I can sleep another night without you.” You whisper softly, voice hoarse from all the crying.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight baby… not in a million years.” He swears, helping you back into bed. Fluffing up your pillows and pulling the blankets over your legs.

Finnick sits on the edge of the bed, helping you drink and eat. His hand holding your own, fingers entwined with yours as he peppers loving kisses along your knuckles. The future holds an eerie uncertainty but there is one thing Finnick is, without a shadow of a doubt, certain of… he’d never leave your side again.

[nctstar]

Can you write a smut w plot on Taeyong x sub!reader x Mark ? I am craving for this pair please bestie...you can take your time, no rush. make them a bit possessive and dom and you can add anything to your liking.

hiii friend! i know this is CRAZY late but i hope you still like it <3 turned out a bit more sad than expected HAHA

dumb conversations, we lose track of time

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He bent over to kiss you, bringing both of his icy hands to your face, but you didn’t care. The kiss was everything, and you brought your bodies over to the wall as you continued, one of his legs now in between yours. “Fuck, I think…I’m gonna miss you so bad.”

pairing: markyong x fem!reader (no markyong ship)

other members: other 127 members mentioned

word count: 3k

genre: romance & smut, angst, fluff, sort of hurt/comfort

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! mild profanity, mentions of being sick from food, kissing, dom!markyong, praise kink, degradation (use of slut/whore), daddy kink, slapping, penetrative sex, riding, oral (male receiving), manhandling/being held down/held in place, missionary sex, praising (sweet girl, good girl), crying (like lots of crying!!), subspace, double penetration (2 in 1), clitoral stimulation, taeyong is leaving for military service and this is upsetting to reader (strong self insert moment LMAO)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: NOW i know i was technically supposed to make this a (freaky) smut only...but i had to add the extra things because i have been sooo emotional lately and i have not really been in a smut mood unless it's emotional and loving :D with the release of the tortured poets department, taeyong's enlistment, renjun's hiatus...ya'll it's just been a lot. so a lot of this is very much just me projecting HAHA but hope it's comforting to some of you. also, i just wanna say that you guys shouldn't feel pressured to engage in sexual activity when you're sad and crying...everything here is consensual of COURSE as always, and this is all fantasy but i just thought I'd add that in. please take care of yourselves when you're vulnerable. love ya'll mwah <3

You stifled your giggles in the droop of your cardigan, but Taeyong still flushed red. Your cheeks puffed out as you fought the urge to snort in his face. “I’m so sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, instinctively going to run his hands through his now non-existent hair, making you double over in laughter. “Alright, miss, that’s enough. Hilarious, I know.”

“Noooo Taeyong, don’t be embarrassed.” You ran over, pinching his cheeks in your hands, feeling his skin hot and elastic under your thumbs. “You’re so cute. Like…Anpanman!”

“I know you love jjingppang, jagi, but that was so uncalled for.” You strung his arm into your body, letting the both of you walk away from the dim lights of the restaurant. “Why? Are you hungry? But didn’t you just eat?”

“There is always space for dessert, hon. Come on, we’ve been together 2 and a half years now, and you still don’t know my philosophies?” You were teasing, having fun, but as you watched another couple walk in front of you, hands gripped tightly together, the shadows in the trees dancing across their bodies, you felt something sharp poke inside you. You gulped the feeling down, forcing a smile, even though you knew he wasn’t watching.

“You’ll get sick if you eat too much bread again.” You shook your head, scoffing. “That was one time, Taeyong. And it was in Japan. I would definitely have eaten that much again.”

“Really? I recall you crying in the bathroom, whining to me about why I didn’t stop you.” You knocked him playfully, feeling his scent permeate your senses and bring you back to those times in Japan. He was here now, a solid body standing right next to you, brushing up against you, but…You felt a sudden rush of emotion, but you could see Mark’s car now, and you decided not to bring up what you had been thinking the entire time.

“So-“

“I’m sorry I’m leaving you.” The words surprised you, even though it was something both of you had been holding back the entire time. “I’m sorry I have to do this.”

“Don’t be silly.” You were standing in front of him now, the white streetlights illuminating every line on his face, too scared to look into his eyes. “You have to do it, right? And, you should be proud of yourself. It’s hard work you are willing to dedicate yourself to for a while. And, I can always take care of myself.”

“You have Mark.”

“No, I can take care of myself.” You nodded as if you were trying to convince yourself instead of just him. Your eyes watered, working against every restraint you had. “Please, just…it will be fine. I will still see you. Just, not as often. But you’ll still be here.” He held both your hands, bringing them to his chest, and you were looking at your shoes, watching them get blurrier, feeling him pull your body towards his.

You couldn’t do it. Not for the last time.

“Bye.” You let go of his hands, turning swiftly around and walking towards the parked car at a pace that seemed closer to running.

The warmth enveloped you, and you hastily rubbed off the tears, almost embarrassed at the thought of crying in front of him. Both of them. “H-hey, Mark.”

“You okay?” You nodded, and he brought your hand to his lips, lightly pecking it before he shifted gears.

∞

The apartment was quiet at first, as if it already sensed the loss of one tenant. “Just squeezing past, babe.” Mark’s shoulder brushed yours as the keys jangled in his fingers, his steps retreating towards the bathroom. You walked over to the couch, looking at the empty cake box, the one Doyoung had bought to celebrate. The cake crumbs that littered the floor, the frosting on the couch – you didn’t even have the heart to be mad.

“Is that frosting…on the couch?”

You chuckled weakly, sniffling. “Yeah. I thought I told Jungwoo not to make a mess.”

“You didn’t. You’re so quiet around the boys. So shy.” Mark’s breath tickled your neck, his lips grazing the skin hidden underneath your cardigan. He kissed you gently, bringing one hand to your shoulder, the one he had brushed. “It’s what I love about you.”

You smiled, watching Mark’s shadow cover you as he moved to sit next to you on the couch. “What a mess. This isn’t driving you crazy?” You shook your head, but you smiled, a little bit more genuine this time. Curling up next to Mark, you basked in the heat of his body. He pressed his nose to the top of your head, inhaling your scent. “You smell good.”

“You trying to get laid, Lee?” You felt his chest shake as he laughed, both a little awkwardly and without holding back, like he always did. You thought of all the times you fell asleep in his lap, feeling him stroke your body soothingly as you both waited for Taeyong to get home.

You sat up, turning, looking deep into Mark’s eyes. “I love you.” You kissed him, pulling his bottom lip with your mouth as you pulled away. He ran his hands up your back, connecting lips as you climbed onto his lap, so quick to bring your body against his. He held your hips in place when you stared to move, groaning softly as he pulled away from your mouth. “Are you sure?”

“What, am I sure I love you?”

“No, I mean,” he gasped shortly when you kissed his collarbone, a spot only you knew how to tease. “Easy, baby. I mean, are you okay with doing it tonight?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, and you hated yourself in that moment for ruining it all. Desperate to stop him from continuing, you shut him up with a kiss, moving his hands from your hips so you could grind against his growing bulge. Your fingers in his hair, you dug your knees on the couch so you could push your chest onto his face. He moaned this time, tugging at the ends of your hoodie to signal you to take it off. You hissed when the cold hit your bare torso, Mark unhooking your bra clasp as you shivered. “You cold, sweetheart?” You nodded, but you were sitting back onto his lap, both of you shrugging off your bottoms as you talked. The cold drew goosebumps on your skin, but you felt wet and hot in the pits of your stomach.

“Fuck, so tight.” Mark threw his head back as you cried out, feeling the stretch harder than you remembered. He held you in place with a hand on the small of your back, another on your thigh. “Shhh. Come closer to me. Good girl.” He continued praising you as you sunk deeper onto his length, inches buried inside you. “W-wait.” You pressed a hand to his stomach, warning him not to move as you scrunched your eyes shut. “So fucking big.” Mark laughed, moving your hand away and bringing your chest closer to his mouth. As he licked and nipped at your body, you began to relax, your breath quickening with every passing second. His dick jumped inside you, making you whimper. “You ready, sweet girl?”

You tasted the tears before you felt them, streaked down your face. “Please.” you begged, and he began to thrust up into you. “Fuck, Mark, M-Mark!” Your voice carried through the apartment as he rolled his hips into you. “Come on, baby, that’s it. You’re our good girl, right?” You sobbed, bringing one hand to your mouth to quieten yourself, but he pulled the hand away. “If you’re gonna cum, you better do it screaming my name. You understand?” He held your chin into place. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, p-please. Fuck,” You gasped, feeling the ripples of pleasure run through your body. “I’m close! Please, Mark, can I-“

“Yeah, good girl, baby. I’m close too.” His voice was raspy, his thrusts sloppy as he reached his own high. You shut your eyes, feeling your thighs constrict as you came. You breathed heavily, the tears still running down your face. When the ringing sound stopped post-orgasm, you heard yourself crying.

“Hey, hey. You did well, sweetheart. It’s okay, I’m right here.” You nodded, feeling your body slump against him. “Can I pull out? Does it hurt? I didn’t hurt you, right?”

You looked into his eyes, feeling the way he held you so securely in his arms. “I miss him. I miss the three of us. I know it’s silly, because it technically hasn’t happened yet, but,” you sighed. “I didn’t know how hard it would be until it really happened.”

Mark hummed in agreement, wiping away your tears. “Of course. That’s not silly. And, I love you too, okay? I’m here for you.” You wrapped your arms around his body, breathing in his scent, feeling Mark pull your hoodie around the both of you. “You never hurt me, Mark.”

∞

You both woke up with a jolt when the knocking started. You climbed off Mark as your eyes shot open, and the both of you started frantically dressing, as if the person had entered straight away. “Who’s coming over so late?” Mark grumbled.

“Hopefully Jungwoo to clean the couch.” You muttered, but Mark was rushing to open the door after peeking through the peephole, and you frowned.

“Hyung.”

You knew it was him. But you couldn’t even move. In that moment, you were frozen in time.

“Hi, jagi.” His body stood looming over yours, his face red from the cold outside. You didn’t know what to say, rubbing the itch on one of your ankles to kill time.

“You’re…you’re here.”

“Yeah. It’s my apartment too, right?” He smirked. “Why, is the Anpanman look enough to make you forget me?” You laughed, sniffling, hitting him lightly on the chest. You noticed Mark raise an eyebrow, left out of the inside joke. Your stomach churned, your heart pining for a loss that suddenly was not lost, and it all felt so out of place.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He bent over to kiss you, bringing both of his icy hands to your face, but you didn’t care. The kiss was everything, and you brought your bodies over to the wall as you continued, one of his legs now in between yours. “Fuck, I think…I’m gonna miss you so bad.”

“You’ll live.” You scoffed, pushing him away. He laughed, the smile lines on his face making your heart soar. “I don’t think I’m gonna miss these stupid jokes.”

He kissed your forehead. “I think you will.” You rolled your eyes, but he was right. As always. You ran a hand up his chest, then, underneath the hoodie he was wearing. You gasped in an exaggerated, ditsy way, making your voice airy on purpose. “Officer, I think you’re pretty hard right now.”

Taeyong smirked, his eyes darkening as he gripped the wrist of your wandering hand. “Oh yeah? You think you know me so well? Wanna play that game?” In the corner of your eye, you watched Mark’s figure step closer. “She already did, Hyung.” He pushed his tongue on the side of his cheek, and you fluttered your eyelashes at Taeyong, feigning innocence. “I didn’t do anything. He’s lying.”

“Oh?” Mark looked pissed, and you only giggled in response. Taeyong brought his face closer to yours. “If I find out you’ve been lying, you’re done for. Now, on your knees.” You complied, seconds later being met with Taeyong’s length springing out of his boxers. You covered his tip with your mouth, but you felt your hair being yanked backwards and a slap on your face. “Did I say anything yet? Dirty slut.” Mark’s grip on your hair didn’t falter, and you whined. “If you want to suck me so bad, you better be ready to beg for it.”

“Mmm, please. Please let me taste you, Daddy. Please, I’ll be good.” Mark’s other hand travelled under your chin, tilting your head up almost uncomfortably, making you yelp. “Tap him if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded in response, and as soon as you did, Mark’s thumb pressed hard on your bottom lip, prying your jaw open. Taeyong thrusted inside your open mouth, guttural groans leaving him as he did. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sudden intrusion, the apartment now filled with the sounds of you violently gagging on dick. Your fists clenched by your sides. “Pretty cockwhore, aren’t you?” Mark whistled lowly, making you squeeze your legs in embarrassment. “Ah, so you like being our nasty little thing. As expected.” You shook your head, but he only tightened his grip, laughing almost cruelly in response. Taeyong pulled out when he heard you choking, inhaling air as soon as his tip left your mouth. “Not so talkative now, are you, pretty?” Your voice raspy as you spoke, you opened your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out. “Daddy’s little whore, yeah?” You could only hum in response as Mark held you still, Taeyong jerking himself off on your tongue. You swallowed the cum in your mouth, letting some of it drool out of your mouth. Taeyong bent over, spreading it over your chin, mixed with your drool. “Go and bend over the couch.” You went to nod once more, but he slapped your face. “Words.”

“Y-yes, T-Taeyongie.” You only used that when you were floating away, letting yourself go, and to be honest, you were surprised it had happened so soon. As you bent over the couch, you had an inkling that they were surprised too. You felt Taeyong’s hands on your sides, and you jumped. “Sorry, jagi. Is this still okay?”

“Uh-huh.” You felt wetness pool in between your legs. “Please, f-fuck me. Before, what happened…well, Markie…I’m sorry I lied, Daddy.” You heard Taeyong shushing you. “I want you to enjoy yourself, beautiful. Okay? Tell me if this is too much.” You sighed, relaxing when you felt Taeyong rub up your back, pressing hard in the way that you liked. Under his hands, you felt safe. Calm. Honest.

“C-Can we go to the bedroom? I don’t like this position.”

Your body burned, even though your shared bedroom was freezing tonight. “Fuck, it’s cold in here.” Taeyong held you close to your body, as if he never wanted to let go.

As the three of you sat on the edge of the bed, you began to ugly cry. Taeyong rubbed your back as you shook, Mark taking a tissue to wipe your chin. “Was it too much? Baby?” You didn’t know who was speaking, but you held both their hands, unable to stop the tears from falling. “No, its just that,” you rubbed your face harshly, feeling the days makeup rub off on your hand. “This is all so fucking dumb. I’m sorry, but, I don’t want you to leave. I don’t care if that makes me a bad person.” Taeyong laughed as he held your head in both his hands, pulling you into his body. Mark ran his hands soothingly up your thighs. “I think I love this side of you, actually.”

You smiled, remembering your conversation only a while ago. “Sorry I’m ruining everything.”

“Sorry but, you must be fucking crazy if you think that’s true for even a second.” Unlocking yourself from Taeyong’s embrace, you exaggerate lifting your hands up in surrender. “Okay, relax, Mark. Don’t call a woman crazy.”

“Especially not a horny one.” You snorted at this, making both of them laugh. Sighing, you tried to appear mad or even annoyed. But you hadn’t felt more free in days.

He was right. You were going to miss these stupid jokes.

The three of you rolled onto the bed, you straddling Taeyong while Mark left noisy kisses down the sides of your neck from behind. “I want you both inside me. Please.” You moaned as Mark squeezed your boob from under your shirt, your head on his shoulder as Taeyong pulled your panties down, the three of you momentarily and, almost comically, struggling with taking them all the way off.

Your hands splayed across Taeyong’s bare chest, you bent over to kiss him. “I’ll miss you.” You whispered against his skin, and he squeezed the outside of your thigh in response. As Mark sheathed himself inside you for the second time that night, he began to thrust straight away. “Still fits like a fucking sleeve, so fucking good.” Your breath quickened as your clit rolled against Taeyong’s bare cock, your moans thickening as you watched Taeyong lie beneath you. “You ready, my love?” You nodded furiously, Mark holding onto you with an arm across your shoulders, pressing your body flush against his. Both men guided you onto Taeyong’s length, the stretch now burning, firecrackers exploding in your stomach. “Fuck! Oh fuck!” You couldn’t breathe, pulling at Mark’s arm, slowly registering him shushing you in your ear. “Relax, baby girl. You’re doing so well. Almost there.” Taeyong groaned in pleasure, shifting the tiniest bit, which made you yelp. The feeling was so unfamiliar, and your heart pounded at the new sensations. “Please, don’t move yet.” Taeyong rubbed circles on your clit, watching your face carefully.

“Nghh, ahh…” The feeling of both of them inside you was starting to choke you from the inside, deliciously bringing you close to a release. “Wait, Daddy, don’t-“ You squealed as you squirted, your clit throbbing from the aftermath. “Shit, I don’t know if I can-“

“You can cum again, pretty. I know you can.” You moaned, feeling both of them bump against each other and into your walls inside you, wet and messy. “Oh my god, oh my…” you babbled, holding onto anything as they thrusted relentlessly, both their timing desperate and rocky. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for us, jagi, that’s it.” Taeyong’s voice rose in pitch, and you heard Mark groaning in your ear, pressing your upper body closer to his. You came for the second time, gasping for air, hips rolling without permission over both their cocks. You slumped over Taeyong after, Mark pulling out and resting next to you both on the bed.

[gladoswantscake]

Burnout - Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: A bad day at work leads to coming home exhausted and irritated, but you end his day on a good note.

Warnings: Some spoilers from Kiwami 2

A/N: From now on I'll be only sharing my works on here and on Ao3 because the Yakuza tags on Wattpad are dead 😔

Available on AO3

He couldn't wait when it was time for him to leave. The loud sounds of metal clinking and saws going off was one thing that gave him a headache, but his some of his subordinates were the biggest factor. Whatever needed to be done today can wait till tomorrow. All he wanted to do now is to get home to unwind.

Majima mopes to the front door of his home. His body slouches up against the door frame as he fishes for his house key in his pocket. He slowly inserts the key and opens the inside of his home. As he steps foot inside, he was welcomed by the intoxicating smell of food being made in the kitchen.

He smiled. He could finally relax.

He was grateful to have you. Not for what you do for him, but how much you look past of what he does for a living. Others would flock to safety due to his crazy demeanor, but you never did. You found him to be intriguing.

Majima removes his shoes and makes his way into the kitchen to find you throwing together dinner. Various ingredients scattered amongst the counter.

He approaches you from behind quietly. His hands find their way around your waist followed by a kiss on your cheek causing you to slightly squirm from the hairs of his goatee tickling you. His weary body pressed against your back watching you cutting up the last bit of vegetables.

"Whatcha' making?"

"It's katsudon. I've been wanting to try it lately. I think you'll like it."

"Anythin' you cook will always taste great." His kisses your shoulder.

You throw the chopped onions into the pan and turn to face him with his hands remaining around your waist. The crevices underneath his eye could tell that it was another stressful day for him.

Your hands reach for his eyepatch carefully removing it from around his head. The eyepatch was the only thing that could hide his flaw from anyone. In fact, you were the only person to see him without it. He was always used to wearing it when being out in public or with his close ones. It was part of his identity. Sometimes without it, it made him self-conscious, but your touch says otherwise.

He watches your gaze soften as you briefly trace your thumb underneath his missing eye. The corners of his mouth twitches upward as you lean into him, pressing your lips against his closed eyelid. Your sweet gesture causes him to melt.

"Another bad day, huh?" Your hand runs through his dark hair.

He replies with a groan. The therapeutic feeling of the nails of your fingertips gently raking his scalp causes him to become slightly drowsy. He rests his chin on your shoulder and closes his eye.

"I'm sorry to hear that it's been stressful."

"It's no longer stressful now that I'm home with my Y/N-chan." He mumbles with a smile.

"You're sweet." You lift his head up from your shoulder and peck him on the lips.

"Go get cleaned up. I'll have dinner ready when you get out."

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Majima's eyes were glued to the TV as he laid in between your legs. The two of you settled in on the sofa watching a movie. His head rested on your chest listening to the soft rhythmic beating of your heart and your fingertips stroking the textured tattoo of his bare back. He soon became lost in his thoughts.

The thought of having to get up the next day for work to leave you in the bed alone once again. It made him depressed.

Majima's breathing became slightly irregular as his emotions changed.

The grip around your waist tightens catches your attention.

"Is something bothering you?"

A nerve struck him. He hardly cried. He hated crying, but your confrontation was stirring sad emotions within him.

"Just work is all, doll. Nothin' for ya to worry about." His voice slightly cracks.

He lied. He always hated to tell you about what goes on at his job knowing what he does is controversial.

"I know it's been more than work. Something's eating you."

Your words of concern allowed more tears to escape from him.

In truth, the stressful workload between the construction and the conflict within the Tojo clan was starting to get to him. To top it all off, he was working with men who hardly had a brain.

God forbid he has to tell you about relying on his critical instincts to diffuse a bomb the other day.

He stayed silent. You were catching on quick and there was no other lie to back him up. He didn't think he could keep his composure any longer when he felt you sitting up.

You help him sit up only to have him lowering his head to hide the stream of tears.

"Goro... You can look at me."

He feels your fingertips brushing underneath his bearded chin to lift his head up.

His cheek was wet, and his eye was red. His face tightens as he tries to hold back his tears to speak.

"I know you hate to talk about what goes on with your job, but you shouldn't keep your issues bottled up."

"I know, baby." He wipes his face. "I just don't want to sound like a burden to you."

He felt your fingers moving the strands of his slightly scruffy hair away from his face then cupping his cheek.

"You're no burden to me."

He knew your words meant sincerity, but the stress was starting to take a toll on him physically and mentally. He was tired and frustrated from the spiraling events. The last thing he would do was to nag your ear off.

"I can't remember the last time you've had a day off."

"Me neither." He sighs. "It's just the construction that's been a lot. A lot more responsibility. Maybe after it's all done then work won't be as stressful as it has been."

"I hope work eases up for you." Then an idea came to you.

"How about you call out in the morning? I understand that you feel like you can't take your eye off of your men, but I know Nishida-san can be trusted to take care of everything. Besides, you need it."

He gave thought your idea. A day off was what he needed. But one day away from work felt like a whole week when working with half-witted men.

"If anything bad happens while you were out, I'm sure you'll whip your men back into tip-top shape."

The joke made Majima titter. "I suppose I can do that."

Another hand reaches for his other cheek bringing his lips to yours. The pace of his heart picked up as he was brought into a feeling of bliss. The feeling of your warm hands traveling away from his cheek down to his bare chest sent tingly sensations throughout his body.

"We'll do something fun tomorrow. Just me and you."

"I'd like that." He smiles.

[smoking-jakelane]

Str!ke

Greta Valentines

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader!insert

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluffy fluff, little makeout session, mentions of bad childhood/ bad relationship w parents | all in all really just heartwarming jake boyfriend

Summary: Jake has planned a Date for you since you completely forgot about Valentines Day.

I saw this post from @seenoversundown and I KNEW that I wanted to write a little blurb to the Valentine's Day theme. So I picked the Bowling Date idea

Soo here it is! I hope you enjoy. Please note: English is not my first language so ignore weird wording or idk anything that you think makes no sense. My dms are open for everyone in case you want to know anything or just to say hi <3

"Could you like, at least tell me where we are going?"

"Absolutely not my angel." Jake said as he mindlessly caressed your thigh with his hand.

"Uurgh." You pout and lean back against the headrest of the passenger seat.

You hear Jake laugh as he turned the music up.

You closed your eyes even though they were covered with Jake's bandana.You silently tapped your feet to the beat, thousand thoughts wandering through your brain; wondering where the hell you two would go this evening was the main one.

The last week has been very stressful to say the least, so you were more than thankful for Jake to make up for it. It did catch you by surprise when he came home today and told you to get ready. When you asked him more than one time what he had planned,he smiled to himself and kept quiet.

You felt the car making a turn and eventually coming to a stop. You turn your head to Jake in anticipation to finally get your vision back.

"Come here." Jake said in a soft voice and carefully turned your head away from him so he could untie the knot at the back of your head.

You grabbed the cloth from your eyes and pinched them together as they were adjusting to the light.

The neon red colored arrows pointing to the entry of the bowling alley catched your eyes. Your lips turned into a smile as you progressed and you turned back to Jake who was watching you.

"We're going bowling? Babe that's awesome!" You laughed as you leaned in and gave him a kiss.

He cupped your face with one of his hands and pulled you back in for another, more deep connection. You sighed into the kiss as you felt your heart beat faster and the warmth of his fingers spiraling from your cheek through your body.

You were at loss for words and even thoughts.

Jake was the first to break the kiss. You didn't even notice that you two were losing yourself in a whole makeout session in the middle of a public parking lot.

Jake brushed the strands of hair out of his face and smirked at you. "As much as I'd want to continue this, I also would like to not miss our reservation."

You giggled at his words. Even after more than two years of dating, it felt like you were still at the start with how much emotions he brought up in you with just the simplest of things he did.

Whether he brought you something from a shopping trip that made him think of you, or the little notes he left on the counter to let you know he loved you and couldn't wait to come home again.

He felt like home. He brought peace in your hectic life and thoughts. Sometimes he could silence the whole world around you and all what mattered stood right in front of you. With hair that reached his collarbones, eyes that had just that sparkle to them and a little mustache which made him look older than he was.

"Oh before I forget, I got something for you. Saw it in a window and immediately thought you would like these."

"Jake..." you tried to stop him but he silenced you with his hand. You softly swatted it away from your face.

"I just wanted to say that you didn't have to do all this. I mean it's a normal Friday evening. What is all this for?"

"Okay look." He stopped and took both of your hands in his. His thumbs slowly stroked the back of your hands.

"I know that you've been busy as hell the last couple of weeks. I feel it the way you are asleep almost every day when I come home. And how you have no motivation or energy on the weekends. So since today is Valentine's Day-"

Oh shit.

He was right. Today was Valentine's Day. You absolutely forgot! Your heart sank and so did your eyes. You were ashamed for the way you neglected him the past weeks and the way he put it in perspective for you now. The sting in your chest hurt and you didn't dare to look at him.

"No don't you dare my sweet angel." You felt his fingers at your chin, slightly tilting it upwards to make you look into his eyes.

"I love you and I want to do anything I can to help you take the load off of your shoulders. You shouldn't feel bad for having a stressful time. Remember me when we prepare for touring? I know how hard it is. And how you are always there for me. So let me do this for you. I swear I love seeing you smile about things that I did. It's an immense boost for my ego you know."

He ended his little monologue with a wink and a playful smile. All you could do was listen and feeling yourself so full of love for this man in front of you. You didn't know how on earth you deserved him.

He squeezed your hands briefly before releasing them. His hands grabbed something from inside his Jacket and handed it to you.

You looked at the item in your hands. It was a black square box with a small satin bow sitting on top. You couldn't wait to see what's inside but you wanted his approval to open in right here in the car. You looked back up at him and he gave you a slight nod.

With your pointer finger and thumb you pulled on one side of the bow and let it fall down in your lap. Slowly you opened the box and let out a silent gasp.

"Jakey..." you whispered and he laid his hand on your thigh.

Inside the box was a pair of beautiful silver earrings. They looked like little swords and had some kind of rhinestone in the middle of the handle.

You began to smile and looked back up at Jake. "They are beautiful, oh my god.." He smiled with you, glad that you liked them as much as he did.

"So.." he started as he began to put away strands of your hair so he could change your earrings. "I think you might know for what these stand."

Of course you knew.

"Starcatcher." You smiled and he nodded.

"Exactly. I thought that when you eventually join us on our next concert, you might as well want to match."

He finished changing your jewelry and looked you up and down.

"Stunning." He said and patted himself on the shoulder; proud that he found something so fitting for you.

You couldn't help but laugh. That was his way of showing you his love, but also playing it down like he was a shy school boy.

His eyes had a spark to them and they seemed  to enchant everybody within reach. But right now, right here, they were sparkling just for you. You held your arms out and he immediately leaned in, returning the hug.

"Thank you Jake. I love them. And I love you." You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, the cold silver of the little daggers on your ear sending shivers down your spine.

You breathed in his cologne, mixed with the smell of hair conditioner you both shared. The love you felt for him filled your head and heart.

When you ended the hug his hands were at your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes. "I think we should get going now." He quickly placed a kiss to your forehead before he turned to get out of the car.

You smiled to yourself and opened the passenger door.

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"Yes, I found you guys. Reservation for 8pm on the Name Kiszka right?" the Lady at the reception had a friendly smile and her hair was colored in a soft purple.

Jake nodded and gave her the number of your shoe sizes. She turned around and searched for them before returning to the desk. In the meantime you let your eyes wander over the many bowling alleys. The light was dimmed and the air kind of thick.

It wasn't too full, maybe three or four alleys still unused. You smiled to yourself. It has been a while since the last time you went bowling.

The lady returned to the desk and handed you the shoes. "Thank you and have fun you guys." She smiled polite as she let her eyes fall back to the monitor in front of her.

"I love your hair, it really suits you." You said and smiled at her. She immediately looked back up and raised her eyebrows in surprise. You caught her offguard by the way it took a moment for her to react to your words.

Her face began to visibly light up and her hand flew to the strand of hair that was hanging loose from the messy bun. "Oh my god thank you so much!"

You felt your heart grew big in your chest. That was exactly why you started to give other people compliments. It was your mission to make the people around you feel good about themselves.

Nowadays, those words slipped easily out of your mouth. But that wasn't the case right before you've met Jake.

From your childhood on, you were surrounded by nothing but egoism. Your parents, your siblings; everyone put themselves first without thinking about how others might feel. In the end all they did was hurt themselves and the people around.

Everything inside of your body was rebelling against this behaviour they showed you. So you wanted to change. It was a hard battle, especially when you still lived with them.

When you moved out of your parents house and in your own flat, that was the turning point for you and your life. Finally, after years, you've felt at peace. Not only with yourself but also with your parents. It was in your hands when you wanted to see them. And that was almost never the case.

While you were working in that little music shop in Nashville you've met Jake. He was there almost every weekend renting out a huge variety of guitars and basses. Jake always wanted to talk to you, even though he almost never had enough time to do so.

And when you weren't there, he let your coworkers give you little handwritten notes with questions or random stuff that were going through his brain.

He never failed to make you smile.

You felt Jake's hand in yours and he patiently smiled at you before he led you to your designated bowling alley.

„I love the way you're always in your head after giving away compliments to strangers." Jake said with a soft voice.

You looked at him while he smiled to himself. „Stalker!" you laughed and softly shoved him.

When you arrived at your Bowling Lane for the night, Jake typed in your names in the little computer. You sat down and looked at the drinks menu, deciding that a little alcohol would be the right perfect way to go.

Shortly after Jake was done, the waiter came and you ordered for the both of you, knowing exactly what he would want to drink.

"Ready to get destroyed?" Jake asked and wiggled his eyebrows with a devilish smile.

"Uuh cocky." You smiled and got up from your seat. "Let's hit it."

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„I absolutely destroyed you there you know that?" the satisfaction of winning against Jake made your cheeks hot and your heart pumping in your chest.

„I'm never going again! It's not fair how good you are!" he playfully whined and slowed down in his steps.

You didn't notice as you kept walking to your car. You felt so happy, this whole evening making up all the stress from the last couple of weeks.

Your slightly drunk mind was still singing that one song that the bowling center played in the background and you started dancing on the sidewalk. You hummed the melody of the song and let your arms sway from side to side. As you turned around while dancing you caught Jake standing still with his phone pointed at you.

He sheepishly smiled at you and stored it in his back pocket before making his way to you. As he came closer, you tilted your head up and put your hands on your hips.

„Did you just film me?" you said and squinted your eyes at him.

Jake came to a stop, just millimeters from your body and you could feel his breath on your skin.

„I wanted to keep this as a memory." he whispered and put his hands around your shoulders.

You smiled and layed your head on his chest, his heart producing a steady beat. „Oh Jakey... thank you so much for tonight" you sighed and closed your eyes.

„Not for this Angel." Jake smiled and softly kissed your head.

When you released yourself from the hug, he let one arm laying around your shoulder as you continued your way to the car.

„Oh did I tell you about how I absolutely ended your bowling career?" you started again and the vibrations of his laughter shook both of your bodies.

„You're going to hold that against me forever, aren't you?" he said while smiling down at you.

„Oh absolutely I will."

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Decisions (Sandman One-Shot)

​GIF: Originally posted by @teenwolf-theoriginals​​​​

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x gender neutral reader

Summary: One-shot. Reader self-insert. Established relationship. Newly married. Fluff. You and Morpheus are due to attend an Endless family gathering and you ask Morpheus for points on what to wear.

Warnings: suggestive themes?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Hello there! I'm still riding the high from meeting Tom at Basingstoke Comic-Con on Saturday (drabble post about the experience here) and it has boosted my creativity enough to finish this WIP that has been in my drafts for 2+ months. Thank you, Tom <3

Sandman Masterlist

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You huff an emotion laden sigh into the air as you stare at the neatly displayed garments before you. Over thirty minutes have passed since you made the decision to open the wardrobe and try to choose an outfit.

You have run your fingers over each item at least ten times now in the hope that one of the textures would prompt you into committing. It’s been fruitless and now, you are standing in front of the gaping hole formed by the parted doors and feeling as if the clothes are taunting you.

Despite being wholly frustrated, you are reluctant to give up and come back to the task later with a clear head. You are going to be in the same room as all of the Endless siblings for the first time in a matter of hours and an urgency has taken hold of you.

You hear footsteps coming from the hallway and you immediately identify them as Morpheus'. Your unease turns to nausea. Surely it couldn't have been time to go already?

A quick check of your wristwatch allays your fears a little. It was not as late as you had feared. You plop down to sit at the foot of your bed; your frantic search does not need an audience. However, your tension still remains in your frame and you know it will not be long before it is noticed and queried.

As soon as your husband takes one look at you after entering the room, he walks straight over and says, "You appear troubled, my love."

You shake your head, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine," you answer breezily.

Morpheus picks up on your feigned nonchalance, astute gaze then falling to the anxious way you are unknowingly twisting your wedding band around your finger.

He speaks your name and the sound of it is like a whisper of the wind. You chance a peek at his face, his blue eyes overflow with concern.

Your shoulders slump in defeat and you immediately spill the truth of the situation.

"Actually, I'm struggling to decide what to wear for this evening."

"I would recommend something that you feel comfortable in," He replies softly.

You move off the bed, repeating the adjective in your mind as you pick anxiously through the clothes once more.

It's futile.

"I need some kind of brief to work to." You turn to fix him with an imploring look. "Please."

Morpheus begins to sense that your agitation might be masking something deeper. He decides to be open with you about his own feelings in the hope that you may open up in return.

He comes closer and takes both your hands in his.

"My only stipulation for this evening is that you sit between myself and my elder sister."

You protectively edge closer to your partner. His words give rise to a desire to understand if there is subtext accompanying his statement.

"Do you feel nervous?"

He pauses. "Not nervous. Apprehensive is a more apt descriptor."

You nod before admitting quietly, "I think I may be feeling the same as you, Morpheus."

His right hand finds your jawbone. "I'll be right there to support you."

You smile crookedly. "And I you."

He rubs small circles on your cheek with his thumb.

"We can also leave whenever you wish."

"Can we have a cut and run safe word?"

Morpheus is amused by your phrase, and the corners of his mouth pull up ever so slightly.

"I welcome it. What would like to choose?"

You contemplate silently. "How about if I call you Dream?"

You never use the name Dream for your husband, it has always been Morpheus. The name he had offered when you had first met. To use the alternative that his siblings used seemed like a smart choice; it wouldn't draw attention if you had to say it in anything other than a whisper.

"Dream," he confirms.

With some decisions made and comfort provided, you turn back to the wardrobe. You sigh once more as dejection rears its head.

"I shall be wearing this, if it is of any help to you."

You look round to see Morpheus gesturing to the outfit he has just willed into existence. He is sporting a black, flowy sleeved chiffon shirt. The buttons are done up all the way to the top, accentuating his perfect neck. His signature jeans and lace-up boots complete the look.

The change in your demeanour is like a match being lit. Your lips part, a solution forming in your mind.

"So smart casual?"

You are looking at him with such a hopeful expression. Heartfelt reassurance is the key; he can see how much you need it right now.

"Yes," he replies with an encouraging smile.

You now approach the wardrobe with confidence; posture straight, eyes up. Morpheus listens to you talking quietly to yourself as you pick your way across the rack from left to right.

“No, no, no… Ahh, there you are.”

You triumphantly produce a black shirt from a hanger, the sleeves of which are embroidered with delicate constellations and crescent moons, and a pair of black jeans from the adjacent drawers.

Morpheus places himself in a nearby chair and from his newly seated position, he watches you swap the oversized green jumper and blue jeans that you are wearing for the just-selected outfit.

You struggle for a moment in securing the cuffs of the shirt but soon you are standing in front of the mirror and smoothing the front of the garment down.

You turn to the side to inspect your profile. "What do you think?"

Morpheus comes up behind you. You maintain eye contact through the mirror.

"Perfect," he whispers in your ear. "You are perfect."

A heady blush spreads at his words. His arms slip around your waist

“Thank you for helping me.”

“You are most welcome, my love.”

It is impossible to keep your attention off of him. His own shirt is sheer enough for you to see his toned torso beneath.

His image, coupled with the combination of him suddenly kissing your neck has your stomach dropping deliciously. He continues until you are weak and dazed with pleasure.

You breathlessly turn to face him. Lust smoulders in his celestial eyes.

You have left the top two buttons of your shirt undone; Morpheus touches his fingers delicately to the exposed skin.

"I fear I may struggle to get through even the first course with you looking like this, my love," he murmurs.

You rest your palms on his chest.

"The safe word is there for you too, My King. Say the word and I'll go anywhere you want."

A low groan rumbles under your hands as well as in your ears. Morpheus leans in so he is mere millimetres from you.

He smirks flirtatiously. "Very well, my sweet dream.”

He then closes the remaining distance to hungrily press his lips to yours.

[letters2won]

GOOD 4 U!

09; Hiding in plain sight

wc: 1.07k, half written

You checked yourself out in the mirror over and over feeling nervous about the way you look. So caught up in your mind, you jumped at the knock on your door. With one last look in the mirror, you give yourself a thumbs up.

Jungwon was anxious on the other side of the door as he knocked. Thoughts of you not reciprocating his feelings, and you getting bored of him were eating him alive. He combed through his hair and sighed.

You sighed on the other side and just as he was going to knock again, you swung the door open. With his fist frozen in mid air and your wide eyes staring at him. The air being sucked out of you both it seems. You offered him a shy smile which he returned slightly bigger.

“Hey! Our outfits kind of match” he giggles out, “you were thinking me the whole time, huh?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and teased, “i’m pretty sure you went through my closet yesterday, like me that much?”

He felt his heart speed up at the thought of you might knowing his true feelings for you but he kept his cool. “You ready?” and you nodded.

You two walked outside to where your ride was supposed to be at. When you saw it, you tried stiffening a laugh. “Won..what is this?” you snorted.

He turned around feeling offended, “Our ride… It’s couple bike!”. You melted at the sight of him being so proud of the bike as he struggled to put his helmet on. You had to turn around and calm yourself down before you let out a squeal for him.

Walking towards him to help him out, “You’re such a baby… let me do this for you” you shyly muttered. He stared down at you with a lovesick smile as you make sure his helmet on correctly before putting yours on.

The wind tousled your hair as you two pedaled side by side, joking around and almost crashing into trees because Jungwon was getting tired. At a stop, you sneaked a picture of you guys in the bike, it was going to be a core memory for you.

Arriving at the arcade, you two parked the bike and walked towards the entrance hand in hand. You started jumping excitingly seeing a Jujutsu kaisen claw machine, “Wonnie! Over there! Come on, come on!” you said as you dragged Jungwon to the machine.

He shook his head with a smile on his face and watched you insert coins happily. A Gojo plushie caught your eye and you immediately went for it. You tried at least 10 times at this point and Jungwon sighed to himself.

Cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck, “Move aside! Your knight in shining armor is here!”

You cheered on the side line which boosted his ego even more. He didn’t get it on the first try (took him almost 15 tries) but he eventually got it and was engulfed into a hug by you.

He prayed you couldn’t hear his heart beating like drums as you thank him. He tried acting nonchalant by saying it was easy but secretly he was giggling inside his head.

This time Jungwon spotted a dance machine and dragged you towards it despite you telling him repeatedly you’re a bad dancer. “It’s okay Yn!! Just follow the arrows and you’ll be a master at this!”

Picking a random song, you two get ready to make a fool of yourselves. Your squeals and mumbled words of profanity was the only thing being heard as Jungwon laughs covered your curse words.

Jungwon and your laughter echoed through the arcade as you two competed in various games hand in hand, your playful banter creating a comfortable atmosphere, an old couple smiling at you fondly. After an lovely time, Jungwon decided to ask if you were hungry which led you two to a cozy restaurant.

Over dinner, Jungwon and you felt a wave of nostalgia from the first time you guys came up with the fake dating rules. All of a sudden a comfortable silence took over with exchanged glances that spoke volumes.

The air was charged with unspoken emotions, and as they savored their meal, the hopeful thoughts of there being a chance that your guys feelings are mutual lingered.

Finally, Jungwon cleared his throat as he put his spoon down, took a deep breath and confessed, "Yn, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now."

Yn looked into Jungwon's eyes, sensing the sincerity, and smiled nervously, "Me too, Jungwon. There's something I've been meaning to say as well."

You allowed him to go first, “Yn… the real reason why i agreed to fake date you was because i had a huge crush on you.. i had a crush on you since the day in freshmen year where you presented a Jacob Elordi edit in english class. We’re juniors now but feelings only gotten stronger after we first became friends. The day you got with Ricky, i felt my world crumbled and i know it was my fault since i was a coward back then. When you two broke up i was literally jumping with joy in the student council room! And it only gotten better when you proposed the idea of faking dating. Spending these past two weeks with you helped me gain the courage to confessed to you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, it just felt right to tell you now before you break things off with me.”

You stared in awe. Jungwon really was there with you since the beginning. Hiding in plain sight as he watched you grow as a person. You felt your eyes tear a little bit, knowing you can’t share your overwhelmed feelings with him because your voice might break so you leaned over the table and grabbed him by the shirt to pull him closer. You left a kiss of sparks on his lips.

You sat back sheepishly and this time Jungwon stared in awed. He was frozen for a good minute causing you to worry before he broke into smile, “Can you do that again?” which you gladly did.

The arcade date had become the first moment in your two newly bloomed relationship, marking the beginning of a new chapter filled with shared laughter, genuine affection, and the joy of finding love in unexpected places.

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╰┈➤ ONE MORE CHAP!! plus a few extra ones hopefully:3

SYNOPSIS in which you’re DEFINITELY not upset that your ex moved on really easily (spoiler alert: you are!). Yang Jungwon, the student council president is glad your ex moved on because it’s time for him to shoot his shot (just not in the way he wanted.. a win is a win in his book!)

TAGLIST < open > @firstclassjaylee @sincerelyrki @w0nslvr @poollabug @mrchweeee @nanuer @jwonistic @nyfwyeonjun @jiamini @woninluv

[littledollll]

I’m not sure if you are taking requests but you are one of my favorite Lucifer and Larissa writers.

I want to request a Larissa/fem!outcast!reader hurt/comfort fic where the reader doesn’t enjoy penetration(it don’t feel pleasurable) and is scared to tell Larissa bc she doesn’t want her to think she’s a freak. Maybe when they finally do have sex, Larissa penetrates her and instead of telling her the reader just lets it happen and tries to get off but can’t and gets really frustrated. Larissa notices, stops and tries to get her to talk but instead the reader gets embarrassed and emotional. Insert heart to heart conversation here and cute fluffy smut after. Maybe a bit of softdom!larissa, some praise and overstim.

If you aren’t taking requests or don’t want to do this then thank for taking the time to read this

Your pleasure is mine

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: guess who wrote half way through this high as shit! this is a mix of requests,

Extra request: “Could you write a fic about R loser her virginity for the first time with Larissa and Larissa is being really gentle and taking care of her afterwards” - @maximilfslay

Warnings: praise, begging, kinda humiliation, slight overstim, brief fingering, hickeys

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“Issa?” you said in a quiet tone, and she responded with a hum. You were laid between her legs, you back to her front, as you both soaked in all the comfort and care in the world, she was busying herself with reading with you just happy to be in her arms.

“I think I’m ready- no, I know I am.” You turned to look at her as you spoke. It came seemingly out of nowhere, but in reality it’s been on your mind for the past weeks.

It made Larissa pause and do a double take which you giggled at. “Are you absolutely sure? Darling you know we don’t have to, I’m happy to wait, please don’t feel pressured.”

“I don’t, I want this” you shifted to lay on her stomach, looking up at her with doe eyes. “I’m sure, issa.”

She guided you to stand at the edge of the bed and made quick work of your clothes and her own. Then sat back on the bed and pulled you over her lap.

Her hands smoothed down your body, making goosebumps appear on your skin, "Breathe my love, you've nothing to worry about. I'II be gentle." You sighed with a nod.

Larissa’s hands caressed your body, as gentle as she promised. She allowed her hands to wander your soft skin, It’s like she was analyzing every part of your body, every dip and curve, every scar and freckle. She made you feel unbelievably safe. You gasped, back arching into her her hands as they cupped your breasts and her thumbs teased your nipples.

Your hips bucking uselessly didn’t go unnoticed by Larissa. She hummed, “Feels good doesn’t it, my darling?” Her tone was knowing, you could hear the smile on her face.

“please Issa, I need you to touch me.” “Such a good girl, didn’t even have to ask you to beg.” She was so gentle, as if she was scared to break you.

Her lips looking for the most sensitive parts of your skin and paying extra close attention to those. Your soft sighs and occasional moans are what she used as a guide, she wanted this to be perfect.

Once she decided that was enough toying with you, her hands trailed between your thighs, she circled your clit a few times making you moan and push yourself closer to her, but then her hand drifted down to your entrance, thrusting two fingers into you.

You sighed, nuzzling into her neck. Trying to convince yourself to love it didnt really work much. Larissa had been studying you this whole time, you should’ve known she’d take notice.

Maybe it would be different, you thought. Her movement was gentle, getting you used to the feeling and yet nothing. It didn’t feel bad or painful, it was just not pleasurable. It was frustrating, you wanted so badly for it to suddenly feel amazing, to give her those moans and whimpers she clearly adored so much. But nothing. How would you even tell her that? Its not a conversation you ever wanted to have.

You didn’t need to say anything, as gentle as always, she pulled out, “what’s wrong, did I hurt you?” you shook your head looking away. Larissa could see tears gathering in your eyes and cupped your face making you look at her again.

“Tell me what’s wrong, pretty..” you just pulled her closer, refusing to speak. “You can’t hide into my neck forever, darling.” There was slight humor in her voice and it instantly made you feel less scared, okay, she wasn’t upset.

“We can stop if you’d like, I promise you I wouldn’t mind.” Instantly your legs wrapped around her, and you pulled away to face her. “I don’t want to stop, I want you.” Really, Larissa didn’t understand what was going through your mind, so she asked again, “will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t- understand why but, um-“ Larissa chuckled at you shyness, planting a quick kiss at the top of your head and letting you hide into her neck again. Oddly enough it did help, “You make me feel good, really good Issa. I just don’t really get any pleasure from- fingering.”

“Would’ve done you well to tell me before we even started wouldn’t it?” Giggling, you nodded. She patted your thigh, signaling you to get off her lap, “Lay back for me, darling.”

Slowly, she made her way down your body until she reached your thighs. Nipping and sucking at the skin of your inner thighs, you whined spreading your legs further.

“Patience, sweetheart, let yourself enjoy every touch.” Her arms were wrapped around your thighs as she finally met your center. Spreading your with her fingers to place a kiss on your clit. “Issa please!” you cried, bucking your hips.

Her eyes shot up to meet your own when she finally put her mouth around your clit. You groaned, hands finding their way to her head as Larissa wasted no time on teasing you once again.

Her tongue running up your slit then circling and lapping at your clit made it impossible for you to keep quiet, something which Larissa obviously had no complaints about.

You were on the edge quicker than you expected, desperately tightening your hold on Larissa’s hair to keep her on you, though she had no intentions of stopping any time soon, she carried you through your orgasm helping you ride your high though it seemed like she had plans on giving you a break anytime soon.

Her hand replaced her mouth when she shifted up to meet your lips. Tasting yourself on her lips was an off feeling but incredibly hot at the same time. You moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around Larissa’s neck once again while you grinded against her hand.

“That’s it, use my hand pretty one, take what you need. You’re doing so, so good for me.”

It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. Your body was aching for a break yet desperately moving by it’s own acorde, chasing another high. Smalls whines escaping you when Larissa went back to work on your neck. Ready to leave those red and purple marks she adored so much on you.

You practically squealed when Larissa applied more pressure, rubbing tight circles on your clit until you reached your peak again. This time squirming away from her before she could continue, making her chuckle and push you to lay back again. “No more, my dear?”

You shook your head, squeezing your legs shut. “That’s all you have to say baby. Don’t be afraid to tell me.” Larissa leaned down placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle and hide away.

“You did so good my love, so obedient and pliable. My shy girl.”

She continued on for some time, which you were too embarrassed to actually look at her the whole one she praised every last thing about you.

You enjoyed her weight against you, hearing her soft voice and se talked about things you weren’t really paying attention to, still a bit hazy. She allowed you to curl into her arms as they wrapped around you. “Get some rest sweetheart, we can worry about clean up later.”

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Omgg hiiiii thank you for the follow, lovely!! I’d love to be moots on here you seem cool 🫶🫰 I’m excited to read more of your stuff 🥺

Also if you’re requests are still open just imaaaagine a jealous fucking with hyunjin (or jeongin tbh I can see it ngl like idk why I can just in-vision him being the type to pin his partner down too sksksjdh) 🫣 like possessive or breeding WHEW I need a cold shower

Jealousy

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Hyunjin x female reader

“OH SHII-” You screamed as you were accidentally pushed by Bangchan when Changbin playfully punched him. “Fuck!” Bangchan jumped in the pool knowing you don’t know how to swim, wrapping his arms around your waist, Bangchan rouse you as much as he could until he reached the edge of the pool.

Laying you on the floor, Bangchan patted your back as you coughed out water from your mouth “bring a towel” Bangchan signaled to Felix, standing up Felix ran inside the hotel to grab a towel. “Why in a rush?” Hyunjin got out of the bathroom as he saw Felix about to run out the hotel room with a towel “y/n fell in the pool but she’s fine now don’t worry”

“Oh my god thanks Chan, I could’ve died” you laughed while hugging Bangchan, you felt a towel on your lap as you looked up and Felix smiled at you “glad you’re okay” Bangchan pulled away and stuck his hand out to lift you up. Then before you could grab his hand, Hyunjin replaced Bangchans hand. Bangchan looked over to Hyunjin “I’ll take her inside to cool off a bit” that tone… he always uses that tone when…

“Can’t get enough of Bangchan can you?” Hyunjin threw you on the bed, running his hand through his hair as he locked the door behind him. “I was drowning, plus it was a hug of gratitude” you turned so you’d be laying on your stomach, grabbing your hair so it wouldn’t wet the bed. As you pushed yourself up to get out of bed you felt Hyunjins hands cress on your back slowly separating to lay on both sides of your waist. You stop as Hyunjin pulled down the bottoms of your bikini “what are you do-”

As your bikini rests between your thighs, Hyunjin inserts his middle and ring finger inside of you “gratitude? Not what it looked like to me” grabbing and pulling the sheets under you, you buried your face on the bed trying not to give in on the pleasure between your legs caused by Hyunjins fingers that were curling inside of you every time they pumped inside of you. “We did n-nothing, he was just trying to help” you stuttered as you plead.

Not noticing when Hyunjin slipped his shorts down to his knees, you felt his cock as he rubbed on top of your ass, pressing his thumbs on his cock to apply pleasure on himself. “Hyunjin please, it wasn’t what I-” cut off by Hyunjin grabbing and bringing your hands behind your back as he pushed them to bring your head down on the bed. Placing himself on your entrance “I just can’t leave you alone can I” was all he said as he entered your pussy “you’re mine y/n” he ran circles over your ass as he got a grip of you and started thrusting, not letting you adjust to his member.

You turned your head from side to side “oh g- please Hyunjin” closing your eyes from pleasure, not really knowing how to control your emotions. “What was that?” Hyunjin sped up making the sound of each thrust the only thing that kept ringing inside your head. “Hyunjin I can’t- please I’m gonna-” that only made Hyunjin more lustful as he thrusted even deeper and harder inside of you, without Hyunjin pulled out before you could cum and let go of your arms.

Panting you laid there trying to catch your breath “go ask Bangchan to finish” he said as he pulled his shorts on and walked out of the room leaving you with an unfinished orgasm “that fucking bitch” you said rolling your eyes completely annoyed at his audacity.

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Jeongin x female reader

“You know it wasn’t like that” you turn away from Jeongin as you took off your shirt and pants to change into your pajamas, leaning down to open the bottom drawer you felt a hand on your waist. Looking over you feel Jeongin pulling you back, grabbing your hands in the process as he pushed you onto wall. Both your hands now above of your head, pinned to the wall, Jeongin s other hand touching your cheek as he pulls you into a soft kiss.

“I gotta change, lee know needs the control for the Xbox remember?” A sigh of frustration leaves Jeongin as he looks down, a sudden change of mood in the air overpowers Jeongin as he locks eyes with you.

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Now pinned down on the edge of the little chair that’s in the corner of the room, your back on the seat as your legs were on top of his shoulders as your ass dangled in the air with no support. “Lee know this, Lee know that, why can’t you stop talking about him every time you’re with me?” He squeezes your hands with his left hand as the right one moves your underwear from your entrance, using one finger to run circles on your clit. You squirm in place as Jeongin keeps holding you in place.

Hearing a knock on the door of the room, you look down at Jeongin with pleading eyes to let you go. “y/n, ready to play? I brought the game Felix wanted us to play. Don’t know if we’ll beat his score but Jeongin said it’ll be easy” the door knob started twisting “well be right out” Jeongin started fingering you at a high speed without any warning.

Your head hung as you felt pleasure between your legs, your legs closing bringing him closer since your legs were wrapped around his neck. “Wait ple- ughh” you threw your head back as Jeongin sped up. “Lee know can’t make you feel this good can he” Jeongin leaned, placing kisses on your inner thigh, slowly closing the gap between you and him. You lifter your hips to speed up the process.

Then Jeongin let go of your hands as he took one lick on your heat slowly, got up letting your legs hit the floor suddenly. You look over at him thinking he’ll start fucking you right then and there. Instead you were greeted with a smirk on his face as he licked his fingers while looking down at you. Turned around and grabbed a towel that was on the bed and threw it over you to cover you as he walked out of the room. “What the fuck…” you said as you got dressed.

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[general--winter]

uchiha shisui x reader - forever

author's note: this is my first time writing a reader insert that is a full length one-shot, so i'm still getting the hang of it. i went through thoroughly to make sure i edited any accidental references to the reader's gender out, as there were a couple in the first draft, so if i missed any at all let me know so i can edit them out immediately!

rating: teen

fandom: naruto

pairing: shisui x gender neutral reader

warnings: suggestive content, existential musings

word count: 2340

summary: you spend a stormy evening on the beach with your beloved

Plop.

From the heathery gray clouds raging above in the wind, a freezing drop of rain dribbled into your scalp. Your eyes turned up to admire the rolling landscape of the storm brewing above the raging monotone sea. Occasionally in the distance, a coil of thunder would snake through the clouds, its rumble reaching you within seconds and vibrating the very air. When a particularly strong gust struck you, your toes curled into the icy sand and your bare arms mimicked the motion of reaching for a hug; you wanted the essence of nature surrounding you to encapsulate and invade your entire being. This moment would be etched into your memory for all of your time alive. Sometimes, when the temperature of the air froze against your exposed skin in just the right way, when the scent of a stormy summer night tingled in your nose, when every single atom in your body vibrated with the excitement and purpose of being in the moment, you felt alive. Not in the sense of existential dread, no, that was way too typical in your life. You were pretty sure everyone always felt the constant pressure of that void in the back of their skull. This feeling was rare, though. It built you back up. If only for a moment, you captured the glory of existence, saw the meaning of life, whatever the hell was going to pull you out of that deep hole. And as tragic as watching a movie you know has a bleak ending, it slips through your fingers. Fleeting. Just like life itself.

At the bottom of your peak in emotion, a soft hand slipped into yours outstretched, grounding you in the shifting sands. Without Shisui there to hold you together, you thought you might fall apart, slip right in-between the grains of sand.

"I guess you were right… it is beautiful, huh?" he gently asked against your ear, muting the wind.

"It's always one of the most beautiful sights in the world," you confirmed to your boyfriend beside you, a smug hint to your tone. Hair whipping in the gusts, you turned to face him. "But it doesn't compare to you."

A tinge of rose crept up onto his cheeks, although you couldn't tell if it had been there before from the chill. His almost-black eyes met your own from behind his shaggy hair of the same color. It's a saying, that the eyes are the window to the soul. It sounded like bullshit for so long, but Shisui's, conveying pure love and adoration for you, convinced you that you'd just not been looking hard enough at everyone else.

And his smile. God, his smile. If you didn’t know any better, then from your perspective the storm had ended before it ran its course, and the sun was radiating its kind and warm light right in front of you, chasing away every chill in your bones. You couldn’t help but raise your free hand, stroking his slightly rough cheek with a whisper of your fingertips. His own grasping for the back of your neck, Shisui latched on and pulled you in for a deep, gentle kiss, his hands and lips pulsating warmth into your wind-ravaged body. The kiss was over all too soon for your liking. 

"Come on. I think we've spent enough time out here. Let's go and warm back up," he suggested kindly, swiping a thumb over your icy knuckles and gently tugging you up the slope of the dune.

“I’m going to need more of where that came from, as well,” you teased while following Shisui. Your eyes turned back to face the main road of the shore town you two were staying in for the next two weeks.

The vacation from your full-time jobs — your guys' first since graduating from university a year ago — was a blissful one. You and Shisui had already spent many days on the beach while it was crowded and sunny, flying kites, splashing around in the deep waters, or building sandcastles. But on the drive here, your hand resting feather-light on his thigh as you kept the car steady, you’d lamented that the best beach days were the ones when chaos and storms roiled over the ocean.

“What? But then you can’t really do anything but stand there and look if everything there will kill you,” he’d replied with an audible pout, glancing at your focused gaze. “And how am I supposed to dunk you under the water if we’re not in it?”

You stole a glare at him in the passenger’s seat, your neck going pink at how cute his scrunched nose was, before once again focusing your gaze on the road ahead. “Yeah, yeah, idiot. That’s the whole point, though. There’s just something so captivating about seeing a storm over the sea from the shore. Like, beauty and peace in something that should be ugly and sorrowful. I like it.”

You both made it back up to the house, clothes wrinkled and hair knotted through. Using the hose at the entrance, you and Shisui took turns washing off your bare feet of sand. He offered for you to go first, and you happily obliged, wishing to change into something comfortable, order dinner, and get snuggling as soon as possible, but that was an incredibly rookie mistake. As you turned around, an unseen smirk played on your trickster boyfriend’s lips, and he pointed the hose at your swimsuit-clad back. Before you were able to go in, he landed a direct shot on you.

“Ah! Shisui! Are you kidding me?” you shrieked, jumping into the house. Through the thin wooden wall, you could hear his deep laughter at your reaction. Your face flush, you stomped to the bathroom with your outfit in hand, an oversized t-shirt, comfy pants, and fuzzy socks. As fast as you possibly could, you rinsed yourself off in the shower, washing and combing your hair, getting every bit of sweat and grime off of you and emerging feeling clean and refreshed.

When you traded places in the bathroom, you and Shisui each had the same idea, and smacked each others’ asses in unison.

“Damn it!” he gritted while peeking out from behind the bathroom door, ready to slam it. “You couldn’t let me have that one?”

“You always get me when I least expect it, ‘cause I always trust you. Case in point, the fucking water hose. Couldn’t you let me have one? Or maybe I’ll catch you off guard one day, you little shit,” you jaunted from over your shoulder, rounding the corner to the living room while you heard the shower thrum.

“My partner, they call me nothing but terrible, terrible names! How horrific!” Shisui yelled, sounding farther away than he actually was.

You just shook your head and settled down on the plush couch, flicking the television on to a streaming service, so when he came out of the shower, you two could continue watching your show. Before long, he had made his way out, wearing a comfortable-looking cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. Despite what looked like some sort of effort to dry off, his hair was still extremely damp, and clung to his forehead in strands. You couldn’t help but gawk at him a little bit, knowing his skin would be extra soft and warm to lay against when he sat down next to you. With no hesitation, that is exactly what he did, settling into the corner of the couch and opening his arms wide.

In a flash, you hooked your legs over his lap, wrapped your arms around his waist, and plopped your head right onto his chest. Ever since this morning in bed, when you had to pry yourself off of him like a bandaid off of skin, this was the only thing you could think about.

“Someone’s impatient, yeah?” he asked through a gentle laugh, bringing one arm around your shoulders and another to rest on your thighs.

Now this, this was your safe space. You closed your eyes, the only thing registering to you being Shisui’s scent and breathing. His soap, that cute sugar vanilla one that he always begged you to buy from the mall, wafted into your nose and intoxicated you. Behind that, his faint and musky natural odor mixed with the saltiness of the ocean came through. His body also radiated heat, his skin especially hot from the shower.

“It’s not often that I can lay claim to you for an entire day,” you admitted, turning so your cheek now rested on Shisui. “So I’m taking advantage of this entire vacation.”

“Hey, I know. I feel the same way. Life’s just been so busy lately. Work and all, for both of us.” He buried his nose into your own damp hair.

“Yeah. Sometimes it just feels like it doesn’t stop, and my head keeps spinning and churning out thoughts. The only place where it stops is right here.” You uncurled a hand from around him, and poked him in the chest.

“My chest is a pillow for you and you alone,” Shisui brought a hand to press your head more firmly onto him. The sound of his heartbeat became faintly audible. “Anytime you need me to protect you like this, I will be there. Don't you forget that.”

You felt like your heart could burst right out of your chest. Shisui’s declarations always stirred your emotions, even after the four years you’ve spent together. You didn’t know what it was about today, though. Perhaps you had borne your emotions to the world back on the beach and you needed a release, or maybe finally relaxing after the brutal work schedule you had for months coaxed something out of you. Your eyes began to water, a familiar tingling sensation creeping up your throat muscles to your face, making you scrunch up.

“Hey, what’s up?” Shisui asked gently, feeling the change in your expression on him. He gently grabbed your chin and turned your face to meet his own, noting how your eyes darted around. “Look at me. Are you happy-crying or sad-crying?”

You willed your eyes to still and meet his own, a grin creeping across your face. In the light of the house, you could see more of the brown within them, but Shisui’s pure feelings of love still radiated out of his irises.

“Happy-crying. I just love you so much, dumbass.”

“Okay, that’s good. I love you too, my queen. I’m gonna have to kill two birds with one stone, though,” Shisui contemplated, his eyebrows furrowing and an expression of deep thought crossing the rest of his face.

“Huh?”

“Well, I have to cheer you up. Can’t have ya crying like this,” he said, with a stroke to your cheek where a tear fell. “But you can’t keep calling me an idiot all of the time either, so I’ve gotta convince you to call me something else for once.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” you challenged, using the shoulder of your shirt to wipe your eyes.

“Like this.”

The little bastard tugged you in for a kiss and stuck his hands up your shirt, gliding his fingers gently down your sides and back. You kicked your legs, clinging onto Shisui even tighter than before.

“Mmpfh!” you shrieked against his lips. You felt Shisui smirk against your lips, running his calloused fingers back up for more of your sensitive skin while you tried to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail. You were able to break away from the kiss and shove your head back into his chest, your giggles muffled by his shirt. He was laughing right along with you at your reaction, the vibration of it in his chest comforting you.

“Okay, okay fine!” Shisui let up his teasing touch as you conceded and instead placed his palms flat on your bare back, unmoving. Breathy laughter was still interspersed with your words as you surrendered, “You’re my pretty man.”

While you were disheveled from Shisui’s attack, your stomach quivering, it was now his turn to look embarrassed. His gaze flickered around the room while you sat up straighter to get a good look at his face at an equal level. You grasped his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his lips.

“You really are. You’ve got such a nice nose, especially,” you said to him, while his gaze meandered in embarrassment. “Look at me, now.”

His gaze snapped to your eyes immediately, his mouth open just slightly. You continued complimenting Shisui, saying: “And you have these, like, beautiful eyelashes that make you look like you’re always wearing mascara. The way your hair frames your face is perfect, it gives you such a nice silhouette.”

You kept going, stroking each part of his face you spoke of, knowing you would work him up until steam was coming out of his ears and his entire face was tomato red. When you achieved your goal (quickly, mind you), you admired your work for a second and then sat back, instead opting to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with your boyfriend. Wordlessly, you clicked on the show that you’d intended on starting before, and settled in next to Shisui, wrapping your arm around his waist and settling into him with a satisfied hum. He did the same, leaning his head on your shoulder and evading eye contact.

If you could choose, you would opt to spend the rest of your days curled up like this with Shisui, chatting about anything at all, or silently drinking in the presence of each other. It was your personal haven, one of the only places in the world where you were able to relax fully and completely. You shifted further into him, relaxing every muscle in your body against his radiating heat, and you allowed your eyes to droop closed.

“So, what did you want for dinner?” he ended up asking out of nowhere as soon as your stomach violently growled.

What timing Shisui Uchiha had.

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Appetence

PSA don't cheat on your partner. Also, this one is based on one of my more personal writings. If you want me to doctor that one so it can be posted as a reader insert, let me know.

TW for kidnapping, captivity, implied emotional unfaithfulness, implied Kalim x Reader x Jamil, mention of poison, isolation, and forced marriage.

You are supposed to want for nothing. And you would. That’s what he promised, and you would consider that promise fulfilled, if not for one factor.

Sure, you are laden with ornaments and fine fabrics, nothing but the best for his dear spouse, nothing but the best, but you are not entirely happy. 

Now that you’re back in Scalding Sands, Kalim has duties, and is no longer with you as often as he could be. He dotes on you, of course he does, but boundless energy has to end at some point. He still hosts parties, still enjoys wrestling with his brothers, still treats you as though you are a deity among humankind, but as happy you can be for him enjoying his home life once more, your eyes are not on your husband.

You did not want to marry Kalim. He promised you that you would want for nothing, that Grim would want for nothing, and you had no real choice but to accept when you found yourself trapped in one of the spare rooms in Scarabia, again. You were under the impression that becoming his spouse would mean that you would no longer be chained to the solid metal ring underneath the bed, no longer waiting to be taken care of. That was not the case.

At first, waiting for someone to take care of you was mortifying, but now you will gladly wait just so you can see him. 

Jamil. You are married to Kalim, but you are in love with Jamil. It’s ridiculous. You know if Kalim found out, he’d either become annoyed or he’d attempt to give you Jamil, but you don’t want that for him. You know it from experience, there is nothing worse than being forced to love someone. 

As though he is the devil, Jamil enters, carrying a tray and followed by a stout, middle aged man. The middle aged man is someone you’ve never seen before. Jamil places the tray on the table and the man takes a bite of each dish and pours a bit of your wine into another vessel so he can drink it himself. Jamil blankly watches and the man nods, then bows to you and excuses himself. You look back at Jamil.

“Kalim is under the impression that some of his former suitors and suitresses have it out for you. You’re safe, though. That man was just the poison taster.”

“Oh… Jamil, are you going to stay here for a while?”

He narrows his eyes, “Why?”

“I… I’m lonely, in here, and I don’t want to eat alone.” It wasn’t a lie. You hadn’t seen Kalim for hours, since he left before you woke up.

Jamil seems to consider this. He doesn’t answer until you take a seat at the table, his hands gently brushing your hair out of your face. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, something tender in his expression.

“Oh, baby bird,” He purrs, the nickname making your chest tight and tears well up in your eyes, “I only brought enough for you.”

“That’s okay! We can split it.”

His hand slides down to cup your cheek, an impossible warmth as his thumb swipes just under your eye, “No. You’ll need to keep up your strength. But I can stay for a few minutes.”

He takes a seat next to you, hand sliding across your back as he walks towards the chair Kalim usually sits in. He sits in it so easily, as though it’s where he belongs. You eat slowly, drink slowly, and Jamil is next to you the whole time, telling you story after story. Kalim has already told you most of these, they’re snippets of their daily lives, but they almost sound better coming from Jamil. More realistic. You find yourself nodding off as he speaks once you’re finished.

“Come on. If you fall asleep here, you’ll hurt your back.”

His hands are a gentle reassurance as he guides you back to your bed. As you take a seat, he quickly unlocks the ornate shackles around your ankles and begins massaging the swollen skin where they rested.

You lay on your side, legs dangling off the side of the bed as you sort of doze. It’s that comfortable state where you could fall asleep, but you aren’t. Jamil clicks the shackles back into place and tucks the blanket around you.

“Sweet dreams. I’ll come back tomorrow morning, if I can,” his voice is a whisper, a promise. 

You think you’re dreaming when his lips press against your temple. 

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I'm writing Boston, Ray and Sand chatting during their visit in New York post-canon and it's so fun adsfjahljdfl look at them

Sand sighs. "Why did you even want to come here for him? It's hours off our schedule and planned route. Boston is not even a good person." "You don't know him," Ray protests, and eyebrows shoot up Boston's face as he comes up and inserts himself into their conversation. "He's right, I'm not a good person," Boston chuckles bitterly as he stares into Sand's unfazed eyes. "But Ray isn't either, yet I don't see you having problems with him."

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Boston is suddenly hit with the realization that sober Ray is so damn cute. He always got his charms – and Boston prays that Sand never learns of the fact that he and Ray used to hook up when they were drunk in the beginning of their friendship – but there is a different glow about him now. He opens his mouth at the moment when Sand shoves a potato fry in Ray's mouth, lovey-dovey look in his eyes. "When did you get so handsome, Ray?" "Don't even think about it," Sand threatens him with another fry, and Boston winces. "It must be the therapy. My therapist keeps calling me pretty too," Ray grins, and Sand gasps next to him.

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"Actually, I should already go, I have an art practice in forty minutes. Damn, I'm supposed to get nude and I just ate fried chicken stripes," he sighs as he stands up, gathering his jacket. He doesn't register the moment of silence that passes between him and the couple. "Do you, like, pose naked for people?" Ray questions him with wide eyes. "It's not like you are the one drawing?" Boston nods. "I work part-time as a model for artists in the academy. It's not as sexy as you think, unfortunately, but it's fun and I've got a good body, so why not." "You do," Ray hums and grins. "Shi-it~ That's so cool." Boston feels his lips stretching into a smile. "I got a drawing as a gift one time, but at least the recording is forbidden there. I can't get into troubles, people praise me, and I get paid for it. What's not to like?" Ray gives him a thumbs up, and Boston feels proud of himself. That it, until he looks at Sand staring up at him with the mixed emotions on his face. Boston tilts his head. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't believe me? I can get you an invite to the session, if you want to look at my body and try painting it as well." Ray is looking at Sand with the frown, probably searching for the desire on Sand's face, but Boston gets an answer to his question pretty soon. He doesn't expect it at all, though. "No, I'm just… I'm really sorry," Sand says, and Boston freezes. Did he hear it right?

they are fun but also i still have an entire first chapter of Boston being moody in nyc meeting his photographer friends before sandray arrive xD

[sparksinger]

a little snippet of what i've been working on

i haven't had much time to write in recent weeks, but last night i actually managed to sit down and write something. it isn't as much as i wanted to write but it is better than nothing.

for context, cordelia is recovering from a short illness and is connected to an iv drip. optimus is using his holoform in this snippet. it does mention cannulas and iv lines just for you to be aware.

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When she woke, the first thing that she was aware of was a profound warmth, enveloping every part of her.  There was a deep pounding in the depths of her skull, making her feel like she had been hit by a sledgehammer. 

The pain in her abdomen was mercifully absent, though she felt a little tender between her legs.  A clammy moistness clung to the surface of her skin, rendering her cold despite the weight of the thick winter duvet she was snuggled under. 

A comforting weight was present over her side.  She turned her head slightly to see Optimus’ left arm curled over her, holding her close.  She relaxed into the shape of his body, finding peace and solace in the familiarity of his metal frame at her back. 

His weight shifted the mattress slightly as he pushed himself into a sitting position, making sure to tuck her back in from where his movement had dislodged the duvet.  He was slightly blurry as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes, coming more into focus as she blinked. 

She tried to push herself up against the pillows, but Optimus placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and tenderly laid her back against them. 

“Easy love, gently does it now.”  Optimus’ voice was a soothing balm against the ire of the fire that was slowly stoking itself inside her skull.  She raised a hand to her face to wipe away some imagined stain and became distracted by the presence of a cannula in the back of her left hand.  One tube was attached, delivering a clear liquid into her veins. 

Optimus caught her inquiring look and offered a gentle explanation.  “Hound inserted that more as a precaution as opposed to any real necessity.  You have a habit of becoming dehydrated very quickly.  After all, they say prevention is better than cure, don’t they?”  He smiled warmly at her, moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 

He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, no doubt taking a reading of her body temperature.  She watched with mild amusement as he nodded to himself, apparently satisfied with his findings. 

Cordelia reached her hand out to him, fingers outstretched to bridge the small distance between them. 

His servo slid along the sheets to gently envelop her hand.  She watched as the frame of his hand swallowed hers.  Unexpectedly, tears welled up to the surface, making him shimmer before her. 

She swallowed before she spoke, trying to regain some semblance of control over her wayward emotions.  “It never ceases to amaze me you know,” she murmured, rubbing her thumb slowly back and forth over his knuckles. 

“Oh?  And what is that my little one?”  He asked earnestly, his optic ridges drawn up so that they resembled an upside down ‘V’. 

“The fact that you can be capable of so much raw strength and power, yet you are the gentlest person I know.  Physically and emotionally.  I mean, here, right now.  You can crush most things with next to no effort, and yet with me you carry this aura of…infinite gentleness.” 

His optics softened at her words, their irises dilating to their widest aperture.  He reached up to frame her face between his hands, his silvery thumbs tenderly brushing away tears she didn’t know had fallen. 

“That is because I hold the most precious treasure in the known and unknown universe between my hands.  Cordelia, you are so precious to me, more precious than you can possibly imagine.”  His gaze held hers, granting her unrestricted and full access to his soul. 

“I have lived for longer than the human race has existed.  I have seen civilisations rise and fall.  I have been a titan upon planets and been the one underfoot of titans.  But in all those eons, all those experiences, none have touched my Spark the way that you have my little one.

“You have shown me the beautiful strength of fragility and resilience, helping me to understand that one’s true strength lies in the ability to be gentle.  You often refer to me as your ‘hero’.  Well, I strive not to be like those heroes depicted in Earth’s comic books and movies.  No, what I strive for everyday is to be a true hero.  To realise that true strength means embracing one’s imperfections and vulnerabilities.  In essence, you have taught me to be strong enough to be gentle.” 

Cordelia’s throat was thick with emotion as she digested Optimus’ words.  She was about to respond when he interjected with a low chuckle. 

“And, of course, there is the undeniable fact that you are quite tiny.”  He winked playfully at her, and she managed to release a choked laugh. 

“Oh my god Optimus, you are literally the biggest dork on the planet!”

-- something i'm working on

[hammerhead-jpg]

Hey, anyone want a small redacted oc fic?? I'm putting it here anyway

I'm not gonna post it on AO3 fuck you

Oc might as well be a reader insert with how little I actually write about him but oh well

An excuse to write about my made up Adam backstory, creating oc to ship with and or explore the lore of a character is my specialty

CW: Adam, first perspective (I'm sorry), mentions of death, dubious consent blood drinking, implied self harm

The little round scars peppered around on my skin had gotten annoying.

My arms, my neck, my collarbones hell, my thighs all looked like paper after you'd hand it to a toddler with a hole puncher.

After some time they'd just gotten embarrassing and a constant reminder of just how pathetically I begged for him to bite any skin that was left untouched-

So fucking embarrassing

Every summer without fail someone would ask me what they were and every time without fail I would be reminded of the fall when a vampire slid in and out of my collage dorm room, the fall that felt like it was half a century ago, a distant memory I forget all about but that lurks in the back of my mind, leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

"What's that on your arms?"

Their boyfriend immediately bumped their shoulder. They usually would wait a bit more to ask outright but maybe it was our shared blood that made them think we were closer than strangers.

I ignore the question and scratch my arm.

"You guys are the Solaire clan right?"

"You know Adam? Adam Jessup? Or is he dead in a hole somewhere?"

I snicker at the image of him dead in a hole all pathetically. Something about it was comical.

My toothy smile turns bitter when all of the vampire's faces twist into expressions of horror.

I twiddled my thumbs.

Is that a yes?

"I can bring you to him if you'd like" all heads turn into their direction.

I knew from their expressions alone that if they really were to bring me to him he wouldn't be in the state respond to any questions that I might ask him.

Either way, I agree and follow them out.

Through the forest, the abandoned theme park, it was clear to me that they weren't bringing me to anyone that was alive.

I was expecting a grave or at least two wooden boards nailed in a shape of a cross, stabbed into loose dirt, but just his legs sticking out from a collapsed pile of wooden boards and a bony skull that you could almost miss if you weren't paying attention awakened the same emotions I expected from a tombstone.

It wasn't happiness, in a way I was glad he was dead but not particularly happy.

I could just describe it as pathetic gloom.

Everything about this was pathetic.

The way so many confusing memories ended up dead, decapitated and under a broken down rollercoaster under a pile of debris was pathetic.

How I just forgot about them like they didn't matter was pathetic.

How I kept letting him in my dorm room through my window was pathetic.

How I let him scar every inch of my skin because I was sad and bored was pathetic.

When I moved into the room I could just tell he was pathetic.

He stayed in the dorm all day and night, never talked to anyone and brought a fucking handgun everywhere he went, it was fucking pathetic.

And I didn't care for him, and he didn't care for me either.

Our beds laid parallel to each other in the same room yet we pretended like the other didn't exist.

So I didn't bat much of an eye when he left for class and didn't return.

He left all of his stuff there except for his wallet, phone, maybe a few articles of clothing but I wouldn't know either way.

But I knew something was wrong when that pathetic gun was left behind as well.

I didn't react much when they told me he died.

How he was driving and hit a lamp post on a secluded road and made his car burst into flames.

The fire was so hot and went on for so long it cremated everything inside, there was not a single splinter of bone left behind. Just ash.

I got invited to his funeral, but just like any other funeral I've been to I didn't feel anything of significance. I just stood there wondering what the purpose of such a grand casket was when there was barely a pinch of ash to put in it.

I didn't like the guy, so I wasn't sad. The times he would talk he would complain and he never kept his trash on his side of the room like I requested.

I didn't bother getting rid of his stuff.

His parents came by to pick it up, but with how little of a personality he had there wasn't much of anything to take back, the guy didn't have anything of significance, just clothes and textbooks, so they left mostly empty-handed.

All of his trash and dirty clothes still laid around his bed and his textbooks were still on his desk.

In a way it seemed like he never left in the first place.

And maybe it was because he didn't.

One fateful night I awoke to the sound of the window in the room slamming open and what sounded like someone getting in.

I shuffled around the bed, panicked and wonderering if I had enough time to go grab the broken off wooden plank from my bed that laid on the floor beside it that I told myself I would use in the case of a break in.

I got the courage to sit up and open my eyes.

And there he was, staring back at me.

But he was different.

His eyes that looked at me reflected in the darkness like one of a woodland cryptid.

There was something in the air around him.

I thought about how my room was on the third story of the building.

It wasn't human.

He just turned to rummage around on his desk like I wasn't there.

"Can you close the window ?" I mumbled.

He turned to look at me. I wish he hadn't.

That hundred yard stare paired with those reflective silver eyes ran chills through my body.

"Yeah." He said before turning back to his desk.

I blinked as Adam pulled out what seemed like an id before heading for the window again.

"Wait!" I spat out without thinking.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to me.

"What are you?"

Without a word he walked small, slow steps towards me.

As he stepped into the moonlight, the terrifying reflective eyes turned to a stunning glowing silver.

He suddenly felt a lot less pathetic.

"What do you think I am?"

A sly, toothy grin appeared on his face.

I froze.

I was usually a flight type of guy but.

"Want a hint?"

He stood at the foot of my bed and with one finger pulled back his cheek, showing off teeth that were crooked in a way that made them sharp when-

In an instant, like a flick of a pocket knife, his canine became sharp as a dagger.

It made me flinch.

He laughed at my reaction and licked the back of his teeth.

He took one step closer.

"What about this?"

Suddenly, it felt like I snapped into place, my body oscillating like a wire that's been strummed.

I was frozen before but now my muscles were as hard as stone. It was how I imagine it is when you're struck by electricity and all your muscles clench and tense up.

He took another step that felt pointless.

My head was screaming at me to move, even if it was just a little wobble, anything, but I just couldn't.

He reached out his hand to me and picked my arm up.

Even though I felt like a statue he moved it like it was weightless.

He smelled the air around him and smiled.

"You smell decative."

"You wouldn't mind if I were to..."

He brought my wrist up to his mouth and.

"Take a bite?"

Pain.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

Fangs seeped deep into my flesh.

Every cell in my body screamed at me to run. To do something, anything.

But suddenly, the initial shock of the pain wore off, got replaced with a familiar burn, suddenly everything was fine again.

He ripped his fangs out of my wrist and sighed.

"God that's good." His voice shook.

He looked down at my wrist and trailed a finger down, feeling the texture of my scars.

He gave a look that you could almost confuse for a look of pity.

He seemed lost in though for a second, then stared at me as if expecting something to happen.

Within a blink, my body was no longer frozen.

But I didn't kick and run.

My shoulders just dropped and I swallowed the breath I was holding in.

Adam smiled and laughed to himself.

He quickly licked the wound shut, my muscles tensed up and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, but I didn't pull away.

Actually, it felt like I sunk into the mattress, put my weight into his hand like I would slide off the bed if he were to let go.

Actually, when he did let go, I stumbled forwards and caught myself with my hand, pressing deep into the mattress.

He slowly stepped backwards until he reached the window.

"See you later." He smiled.

And just as fast as he came, he was gone.

As if he was never there.

I laid back down onto my bed.

My wrist besides me, open and bleeding.

The moonlight from the new moon shining through the window.

Just when I thought I had left it behind.

I was back to this same old scene.