#these two are so fitting 😰😰😰

[lazymonth]

Idk what’s happening to me or why this is happening to me but I’m take this ship seriously than I should

I’m literally thinking it was a funny joke at first but as long I’m thinking about it, I started to like this crack ship…

[astrologylunadream]

Everything About Your Future Spouse +Traits & Initials 🌹👤💍 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hi it's Lunadream~ This is my first future spouse reading for you guys, so let me know if you wanna see more readings like this one.❤️ We will learn everything on your future spouse and specific details about them. hope you find your message🥰

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 This is a general reading for many people! (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~❤️

Pile 1🌹

Pile 2🪷

Pile 3💐

Pile 4🌷

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 💕

Pile 1🌹

Sign energy: Cold, Darling, Concert, Silence, Provide, Saturn, Aries, 5th house, 4th house, Sun,✔️♒️♋️🫡

🌹All about your future spouse: I kinda felt there would for sure be some successful energy from this pile's future spouse lol. Not necessarily prideful but definitely they know their worth, and I'm typically seeing an entrepreneur/family business thing going on with you two😍🏠💼 I love this couple's energy so much. Idk why but I'm getting some of you may be Aries-Aquarius relationship or Aries-Cancer relationship. They could have Capricorn, Aquarius, Aries, Leo, or Cancer placements in their chart. Omg your spouse will know how to mix work and play so well!! Like one minute they are serious down to business and the next dragging you off to a concert and jamming out with you LOL🤣 You guys may tie the knot sometime in winter. It's in the cards my pile 1's this person WILL PROVIDE.💸💰💍 Like your future spouse will dedicate so much to their family, and they will make a great parent I'm hearing for those who are interested in that😭💗 Omg so like at their work space they are super cold and sooo different from the way they are at home with their spouse/family, at home they are literally so sweet to their partner and love playing with their kids but they DON'T PLAY at work oml like people they work with will have mad respect for your future spouse, I'm kinda getting boss energy so that could be because everyone is under your future spouse or working for them.😎🪜🔝 They show authority to others I'm seeing people greeting your future spouse like saluting to them (maybe they're in high position), bowing to your future spouse, ect. Your future spouse is so soft spoken and sweet with my pile 1's, meanwhile at work they may be more stern or harsh. They don't mind stepping on toes to give everything to their family.🥺💐💞 Ride or die for their family vibes. Seriously you will mean so much to this person, you will be a huge highlight in your future spouse's life. It's so sweet, so loving.🥹❤️

💬Initials: X, F, V, U, R

📍Locations: North america, North, Australia, South, Europe (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)

💼Occupations: Entrepreneur, Public figure, Manager, Business owner, CEO, Finance, Artist, Politician, Media Influencer, Property owner, High status official, Entertainment industry

💌Messages from your future spouse: I can't believe it, I can't look you in the eyes, You left an impression on me, Come to your senses, I'm so tempted (😍) Extra cards: Public image, Connection, Synchrony, Sagittarius, Cupid

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the red rose emoji~🌹 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💋

Pile 2🪷

Sign energy: Eyebrows, Decor, February, Train, Siren, Chiron, 11th house, Water, South node, Earth,🦋🍋😰🌁

🌹All about your future spouse: Okay so definitely getting water sign energy with this one. Your future spouse has such adorable traits!!😩💗 They may be born in february so Pisces is likely. Aquarius, Earth or Water placements too. They may work online or have an online business, it's something really clever and innovative I'm hearing. Your future spouse will have a very delicate occupation like it's nothing extreme or dangerous it's actually super simple and successful.😇📨 This may be designing, home related, advertising, ect. I just feel like their job is so sweet idk why. It really suits them and they have such a calm and gentle work space. Your spouse will make money online or that is a source for them💸💻💫 You may connect with them through social media or that is where you first see them. They are intuitive and have exceptional ideas, I feel like they really think out of the ordinary.💡 For some of you this spouse may have a job that requires getting on a train🚆 My pile 2's your future spouse will be unique and very interesting to you.✨️ They will heal your past, like you can depend on them.🫂 Their eyebrows may be a noticeable physical trait of theirs. Your future spouse may live near a bridge or water, also you guys may have a small thing of growing your own fruits or vegetables?? For some of you that may be the case, it's really cute omg.🥺🩷 This will feel like a very healthy relationship for you both, a breath of fresh air. I feel like this person can be whatever you want them to be, like they will change for the better for you.💗 Omg can can we talk about how worried they get over you?? Like if you get injured or they think the slightest thing is bothering you, they will ask you what's wrong and comfort you until you feel better.😢🌧💞 Like they just know. Your future spouse has soft siren vibes imo, not the intense scary kind but the adorable floppy fish vibes idk??😂🤣 They are just there for you whenever you need them💓 This is a really soft and innocent relationship you guys will have. :D

💬Initials: F, Z, L, W, J

📍Locations: U.S.A, Turkey, Hawaii, Indonesia, Australia (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)

💼Occupations: Brand owner, Home design, Online marketing, Architecture, Interior designer, Online business, Editor, Graphic design, Freelance artist, Social media management

💌Messages from your future spouse: I get lost in your eyes, All you have to do is ask, I'll tell them myself, Have you thought of me lately? I think you're a great person (They love my pile 2's vibe😊🩷) Extra cards: Above, Blood, Embrace, Union, Unrequited love

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the pink lotus emoji~🪷 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next reading💋

Pile 3💐

Sign energy: Love letter, Wish, Spouse, Chiron, Long, Cancer, Aries, Mercury, 1st house, 3rd house,😭🥲🦇👅

🌹All about your future spouse: Wow interesting my pile 3's your future spouse is so recognizable, you will notice them right away.😍😍❤️ Prominent signs for them are Cancer, Aries, Virgo, and Gemini. They will be so into you from the start lol like serious about you. They will confess many times to ensure they have you, They could have long legs or something long in their appearance, their tongue could be.😶 Anyways they will speak to you first I'm hearing, it will not be hard for them to strike up a conversation with you. You will be shocked by their forward approach, they may be surprisingly honest in the beginning like "let's get this thing straight, I'm into you" kinda thing🤭❤️ But like once you become closer you will see how romantic and loving your future spouse gets with you!! They will compliment you and flirt with you so much, and probably the type to keep telling you they want to marry you.🏠🌹They are witty and romantic as hell. The type to brag about their family with you (if you have one) and tell others how in love with you they are. They will talk up my pile 3's so much.🥺💞 Their job may involve communicating with many people. Your future spouse will help you through things that have been affecting you for a while. You will really want to commit to this person I'm hearing, once they got you.. you won't wanna leave😝 They speak openly about the things they want and leave it out there waiting for you to fulfill them💋 Like saying they want affection without actually asking or telling you they're cold just to see if you'll cuddle them.🥺 This is so sweet, they know all the words to say to make you blush.🗣💌 Your future spouse will know they want to marry you upon first meeting or the early stages of the connection, also for some of you this person has been wishing and hoping to marry you or find you for a long time.⏳️ Once they have you they won't stop telling you how pretty/hot you are😳❤️‍🔥 They are great communicators, like really smooth.😎 Kisses with them will be💋👅 And hugs will be🫂😇 That is all I will say about that🙈 My pile 3's your future spouse will be so caring and doting to you, they will take good care of you guys!!

💬Initials: N, U, X, B, K

📍Locations: Canada, Finland, Peru, Africa, India (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)

💼Occupations: Writer, Poet, Personal trainer, Motivational speaker, Public speaker, An activist of some kind, Family business, Preacher, Blogger, Screenwriter, News reporter, Broadcaster

💌Messages from your future spouse: I can't help myself, Just dance with me, I wish, There's distance between us, So what if we're a thing? Extra cards: Listen, Kitty, Ego, Enchanting, Comment (Yeah they are one with their words💬❤️‍🔥)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the flower bouquet emoji~💐 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next reading💋

Pile 4🌷

Sign energy: Hater, Age, Walk, Leo, 10th house, 7th house, 5th house, Gemini, Moon, Chiron,🧱🦥🔞🦄

🌹All about your future spouse: There is a lot going on with this pile.🤯 Your future spouse is someone very important, on the top of success in their field.🔝💼 They are charismatic and good with all kinds of people, they know how to gain respect🤝 You guys may have a significant age gap with this person, I'm getting they are older than most of you. My pile 4's feel more youthful, that is the vibe I'm getting from you guys. Your future spouse has a masculine energy and approach to things, very dominant feel. I'm getting model/acting/CEO/millionaire/high up official vibes.✨️ Take what resonates but I am seeing not everyone will approve of your relationship with them.😬🚫 For some of you this could be your mom or someone who is protective over you, they may not want you to marry this person. Your future spouse will be very well off in terms of finance💸 I'm getting the vibe they may push you guys away at first, maybe you want to rush into things with them but they don't think you are ready.✋️🤨 They may put their walls up at first, but eventually they will realize you are worthy and successful in their eyes.👑💍 At first your future spouse will come off dismissive of you since they are used to having many admirers that get on their nerves, your future spouse may have issues with gold diggers💰🧲 I'm seeing people tryna put their hands on them and they're just like 🙄 get the fk away. LOL they hate it. Everyone thinks they are one of a kind and want a piece of them, your future spouse will recieve so much attention.👀 Also people will be jealous of you and your spouse like why her/him??😒😤 Your relationship will be sought after by many. Your future spouse may also take walks often, that could be something you two do together.🥰 They will protect and provide for my pile 4's, nothing will get in their way of you guys seriously.🥺❤️ When you two are finally committed things will get spicy aswell❤️‍🔥

💬Initials: W, C, M, T, D

📍Locations: Turkey, Hawaii, Canada, Brazil, Thailand (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live together🥰)

💼Occupations: Public figure, Business owner, Entertainer, CEO, Entrepreneur, Model, Acting, Investor, Marketer, Producer, Fashion industry, Brand ambassador

💌Messages from your future spouse: You're talking nonsense, Smile for me, We might move too fast, You're my addiction, Listen up (Lol they're like listen here pile 4 you belong to them😭👇) Extra cards: Skin, Beach, Compulsive, Beloved, Expand (I'll leave it to you guys imagination on that one😳)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!❤️

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the tulip emoji~🌷 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next reading💋

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Thanks for reading! \(*^w^)/💌 -Lunadream <3

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 10/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Here I tried to add drama, added a meeting with the mother (I'll give a little spoiler that this meeting with her will affect the next development of the plot) and it seems that Y/N is breaking down the walls erected around Jungkook 💗 What do you think, my dear? I'm really excited for the published of these two chapters for you 😰❤️‍🔥 Give me feedback so I know where to fix or add something? ❤️‍🔥💘

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text ��

Chapter 10. Home

Jungkook's car did not fit into the local landscape. The expensive foreign car stood in stark contrast to the old streets of the city's private sector. The narrow street you knew so well brought back memories from your childhood. The old, shabby fences, painted by your grandfather's hand, and the familiar smell of the sea coming from somewhere far away immediately evoked a warm longing.

Time seemed to stand still here. While megacities were growing up, this place remained cozy and real. The way you left it when you moved to Seoul.

"Does she do this often?" Jungkook asked, watching the road ahead closely, snapping you out of your pleasant nostalgia.

"She's done it a few times. The last time I warned her that if she took the money from Halmoni, I would file a police report," you said bitterly, then laughed in frustration, "and she started blackmailing me, saying she would call my work and tell them I was neglecting her and abusing her. So we agreed that I should send her money once a month to buy her food. But I know that she spends this money on alcohol..." you told Jungkook about your mother. He asked you and you really didn't want to tell him something so personal about yourself. It would have been nice if Jungkook didn't know what your mother was like, but you tell him everything and you really didn't understand why.

He parked the car smoothly in front of your grandmother's familiar house, which you pointed out on the way. The car stopped, and you quickly reached for your backpack, internally preparing to say goodbye.

"Thanks for bringing me," you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. You didn't want him to see your embarrassment. To be honest, you were sure he would just bring you to Busan and go right back to his business in Seoul.

He looked at you silently, and then turned his body around, leaning his elbow on the car door. His smile was almost sly.

"Do you really think I'm just going to turn around and drive back?" he asked, as if reading your mind.

You froze, looking up at him. Actually, that was exactly what you thought. So you didn't understand why he had ridden with you for such a distance.

"Do you want to stay?" you said quietly, not believing you were asking the question.

"Yes," he answered without a shadow of hesitation. "And not just because of you. I have some business here in Busan. I decided to take this opportunity to finish them."

Your mind raced. Part of you was happy - unexpectedly, but very sincerely. And the other part, accustomed to independence, to relying only on yourself, began to feel anxious. What is he doing here? Why does he care about you?

"Well... if you need to..." you muttered, already grabbing the door handle, preparing to leave. But at the same moment you heard him turn off the engine. Your heart sank.

Only then did it dawn on you: he wasn't just staying in the city. He was staying right next to you.

You quickly turned to him as he reached out to get out of the car.

"Wait..." you said suddenly.

He stopped and looked at you.

"What?"

"You... where are you going?" your voice sounded cautious, as if you were afraid to hear the answer.

But he didn't have time to give it. His gaze suddenly shifted - he was no longer looking at you, but behind your back. His eyes became attentive.

You turned around and saw your grandmother slowly walk out of the yard, holding onto the fence. She looked a little confused, but smiling.

She noticed you and her smile became joyful, and her eyes sparkled. You forgot about Jungkook and hurried over to her. You hadn't seen your grandmother for more than two months and you missed her very much. As you hugged your grandmother, you felt her familiar warmth, her palms stroking your back, and her eyes full of love and concern.

"You lose weight... did you eat anything in Seoul?" she murmured quietly, hugging you as if she was afraid to let go.

"I ate, Halmoni, don't worry," you smiled through your tears, feeling your whole body relaxing next to her.

But a moment later, Grandma looked over your shoulder and looked in surprise.

"Who is it that has come with you, my flower?" asked Grandma, rubbing her eyes and fixing her apron.

You turned around sharply. Jungkook was standing by the car, wearing a half-smile that immediately alerted you. He looked completely out of place: expensive clothes, strong posture, and that confident light in his eyes that for some reason made your heart skip a beat.

"This is..." you started, but didn't have time to finish.

"Greetings, Halmoni," he took a step toward you and your Grandma and bowed low, "I'm your granddaughter's boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you," he finished, straightening his back. You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth in surprise. You were ready to kill him for introducing himself to grandma as your boyfriend. Jungkook looked at you and liked the way you looked. Your anger was his favorite thing in the world.

"A boyfriend... how unexpectedly,"" grandma said, turning her head to you, she smiled kindly as she assessed Jungkook. "My dear girl, why didn't you tell your grandmother that you have a boyfriend and you coming with him? I would have prepared the best holiday table," she nervously began to adjust her clothes.

"Halmoni is..." you wanted to say something, but you were too shocked by Jungkook's prank. He, in turn, came closer and put his arm around your waist. You glared at him angrily.

"There's no need to worry Halmoni, and I'm sorry for coming unannounced, but I wanted to finally meet you, so I asked Y/N to come over together," Jungkook said with a friendly smile on his lips. Grandma was looking at you and couldn't get enough.

"You two are so beautiful together. Y/N daughter, how could you hide from me that you have such a beautiful boy?"

You opened and closed mouth because you just didn't know what to say. You didn't hide anything from your grandmother because you weren't going to lie to her about your fake relationship with Jungkook. But her words made you feel guilty.

"Let's go inside, you must be hungry from the road, I made Y/N's favorite pulgogi and I really want to hear how you met..." Grandma turned around and walked as fast as she could to set the table, and you shouted after her.

"Halmoni, we're coming, we're just going to pick up the grocery bags..."

Grandma said she would be waiting for you inside, and when her figure disappeared behind the door, you moved away from Jungkook too quickly. He knew you were about to protest, and he was prepared to listen to your disgruntled tone. You crossed your arms over your chest, and he hid his in pockets.

"What the hell are you doing? Why did you tell Halmoni that you were my boyfriend? Our agreement has nothing to do with my family!" you snapped.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't look guilty - on the contrary, as if he was expecting this.

"Your Halmoni doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let a some guy stay overnight if he's even a friend or neighbour," he said calmly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

You sighed sharply, flushing red. He was playing the game his way again.

"What do you mean stay overnight? You were planning to stay here tonight?" you were shocked.

"Well, yeah, I can't leave you alone..." he said casually, taking a step toward you. He towered over you, and you tilted your head back a little to see his face.

"You will not stay the night at my halmoni's house, you will go to a hotel," you said clearly. Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly not happy with your words.

"How can I go to the hotel now? I'm your boyfriend, wouldn't it be weird if I didn't spend the night with you?" he touched his fingers lightly to your cheek, stroking it gently. This gesture made you lose your sense of reality for a moment, and then you sharply knocked his hand away.

"You did that on purpose! Why are you such a chronic liar?" you raged.

"I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that it's better if we play the game to the end. If your family knows that I'm your boyfriend, then our relationship will look even more believable."

You cringed, as if he'd just said something extremely gross.

"So now my family is part of your play?" you asked quietly, but very sharply. Your eyes glittered with anger and disappointment.

Jungkook didn't answer right away. His eyes became serious. He lost that mocking smile that irritated you and just stood there for a few seconds looking at you.

"If you're part of my show, then so is your family," he said, without the warmth in his voice. "But I'm here for you, in case you haven't noticed."

You gritted your teeth, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you. You ignored his words that he was here for you. Even though they made your heart skip a beat.

"I don't want you to stay." you said with the same coldness in your voice.

"Fine. But I'll stay." He didn't listen to you.

"Jungkook!" you almost jumped up and down in anger. "Can't you do it the way I want for once?"

"I can," he answered calmly. "But I don't want to."

He smiled again and then made his way to the car and opened the trunk. He picked up a few packages as if it were a regular family visit.

"I'll bring the groceries in. And you, if you want, go explain to Halmoni that I'm an impostor and we're not really together. But look right in her eye and say it. Only honestly."

He walked into the house, leaving you standing in the middle of the yard with a knot in your chest and confusion in your head.

Because the problem was that you couldn't tell her the truth anymore. And you didn't know why you didn't have the strength to actually send him away.

Grandma fed you the world's most delicious pulgogi and kimchi, and a whole bunch of other dishes she made for your visit. Jungkook ate everything she put on the table without hesitation, and you watched him sneakily.

He lied to your grandmother with gusto about your first meeting and how you "fell in love" with each other, and his cheeks were full of rice and kimchi. He acted as if he had been to this house a hundred times and had known Grandma all his life. It was obvious that she liked him - she listened attentively, laughed at his jokes and brought him plates of extra.

"My daughter, why are you so quiet?" your grandmother finally paid attention to you. She put her hand on your and stroked it gently. You looked up at her and smiled gently.

"I'm just afraid to interrupt your perfect conversation," you said, glancing over at Jungkook. He had finally eaten and was sitting with his hands on the table.

"Oh sweetheart, Jungkook is such a good boy. I like him and I'm glad you two are dating, you couldn't ask for a better match," Grandma said with admiration. You smiled wider and looked at Jungkook again. He smiled smugly. You barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

"You're right, Halmoni, you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend..." you mocked.

"And I won't find a better girl," Jungkook said in a confident voice. You looked at him in disbelief, but he looked so serious that something in your chest trembled.

"Oh, my dear children, I'm so happy for you!" sighed Grandma, holding back her tears. "My flower, I'm glad to see you happy with Jungkook, I hope your relationship will grow into a long and eternal love..."

You almost choked on your juice that were drinking while your grandmother was talking. You coughed and Jungkook hurriedly patted you on the back.

"Be careful, my love, or your grandmother's hopes will not come true," Jungkook joked. You were coughing, but you wanted to kill Jungkook for calling you "my love" in front of your grandmother. You gently removed his hands and pulled away.

"Thank you, honey I'll be careful," you said, sounds pretending sweet. Jungkook felt your tone and squinted his eyes.

And Grandma started praising you again, saying how wonderful couple you were, and you could barely contain yourself. Because it was a performance for you. And only one person in the room believed in everything-your grandmother.

The rumble of the gate you suddenly heard made you tense. You heard a voice from the street and abruptly got up from the table. Jungkook stood up and followed you. You stopped a step away from the front door and saw your mother through the ajar door.

Jungkook froze behind you, silently realizing who the woman was. You looked alike. You were her young copy. But there was a gulf between you. Her once beautiful face was disfigured by the alcohol she had been drinking for years. Her eyes were blurred but sparkled with a strange nervous energy. She was leaning on the doorjamb as if she wasn't sure she could stand. Her lips curled into a half-smile, more like a grimace.

"Look who's here..." she barely managed to say, looking directly at you. "And even with a boyfriend, can you believe it? And I thought you were a chaste modesty."

Your face instantly lost all expression. You clenched your jaw, trying not to let on how much these words hurt. Jungkook remained silent, but you could feel him tense up. His body stood behind yours like a shield.

"Why did you come here?" you asked in a trembling voice. You were holding back too many emotions inside. The sight of your mother, drunk and unkempt, made your heart clench with pain. But even more so with disgust.

"Why?" she took a shaky step forward, but you didn't budge, "Mother promised to give me more money, I have to live for something. You're a cheeky girl, not answering your mother's phone. You're sitting there in Seoul, all important... and I'm supposed to starve to death?"

"Came to bully at grandmother, that she giving you money for a bottle again?" your voice shook with rage. "I warned you not to touch her. If you do anything to her again, I'll go and file a police report against you. For extortion. For violence."

Your mother giggled.

"The police? And what are you going to tell them? That your poor mommy is asking you for a penny because her selfish daughter can't support her?" her eyes glittered with hatred. "Look at yourself. Do you despise me? Do you think you're better because you live in the city, because you fuck a rich guy and drive an expensive car?"

"Shut up." You took another step forward. You were shaking. "You've never been a mother. Ever. You abandoned me when I was a baby. And now you come when you need money for a bottle!"

"I raised you!" she snapped, indignant.

"You?" you laughed bitterly. "You weren't around when I was growing up. When I was sick. And when I was studying. You only appear when you need money. Like a parasite!"

Your mother's face changed dramatically. From a disdainful mask to one contorted with rage. She raised her hand, losing control.

"You little bitch..." your mother raised her hand to hit you, but Jungkook, who had been standing silent right up until that moment, reacted instantly. His hand grabbed her wrist before she could touch you. The movement was precise, without a shadow of hesitation. Your mother flinched.

"I would strongly advise you to never, ever lay a hand on her again," Jungkook's voice was low, almost dangerous. His eyes glittered with coldness, and this sternness combined with his self-control was... eerie.

Your mother was embarrassed and tried to pull away, but Jungkook's grip was like steel.

"Who are you to..." she began, but she didn't have time to finish because Jungkook leaned slightly toward her, never letting go of her arm, and said through clenched teeth in a way that sent chills down her spine.

"I'm the one who will make your life unbearable if you ever show up here again and scare Halmoni or touch Y/N. I can make someone like you disappear from the face of the earth. And believe me, no one will even ask where you went."

His mother stared at him - at first with a challenge, but then fear appeared in those eyes. For the first time in all the years of your life, she was afraid. Really scared. To the bone.

You stood next to him, still trembling, but now... not just from anger. The way he defended you, the way he stood up for you without a shadow of a doubt... Something in your chest shuddered, as if it had moved.

"Do you understand?" Jungkook let go of her abruptly, as if even touching her was disgusting.

The mother swayed, grabbing the doorjamb. She remained silent, breathing heavily, as if she had been running, rubbing her wrist where Jungkook had grabbed her.

"Oh, you bagged yourself a rich man, huh?..." she suddenly looked away from Jungkook and at you. "They're all like that, daughter. First they say they love you, and then they dump you because they've had enough of you..." she spat at Jungkook's feet, causing him to raised his eyebrows, "He'll dump you as soon as he gets tired of you. Just like your dad did to me... but when he does leave you, you better not end up like your horrible alcoholic mother." she turned to leave. "I won't come again, I don't want to know you all."

The mother finally left, stumbling and muttering under her breath, Jungkook turned to you. His eyes were still serious, but softer as he looked at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and there was no irony in his voice. You stood there completely stunned by your mother's words about a father she had never spoken of. The whole situation that had just happened in front of you made a new crack in your soul and you no longer had the strength to hold back the hurt and tears. You cried, and Jungkook just pulled you to him. You cried into his chest, and he held you tightly in his arms. Grandma, who stood nearby, was also crying quietly.

You silently went into your room at grandmother's house. After your shower, your skin smelled like a delicate peach, but inside you still felt like a crack, like an old wound that had been torn open again.

Jungkook was already in bed. He didn't leave. You asked him to stay after Grandma left so that you two could spend time together. He said that he was going to go to a hotel for the night, but you said that grandma would insist anyway. You felt that if he left, you would become even more desperate.

Quietly, you walked to the bed, took off your robe, leaving you in a thin home t-shirt and shorts, and slid under the covers. Your back was to him.

The bed sagged gently, and you felt his warmth. He moved over gently, his chest touching your back, and something about that touch made you exhale a little deeper.

His hand touched your waist - not holding you, not forcing you. Just... holding.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered, so close that his breath was touching your ear.

"I’m fine," you answered shortly, your voice sounding broken. He didn't ask anymore. He just lay there, silent, breathing in unison with you.

"Thank you..." you whispered suddenly. You hadn't thanked him before, and you truly appreciated his support. "For protecting me and Halmoni today."

He didn't answer right away. Then he sighed, slowly, almost silently.

"You were unlucky with your mother... but it looks like she won't be coming back. And if she does, I'll make sure it's really the last time." Jungkook assured you. His words made your chest tighten. You wanted to object, but he was already speaking. "And I'll make sure she returns everything she took to her grandmother. Every last won."

"Don't do that," you whispered. "It's none of your business. I can handle it myself..."

"But I want to," his voice was serious, without a hint of joking. "Your Halmoni is a such kind woman. If you don't want to accept my help, she will. And it will be my pleasure to help her."

Silence fell again. You felt his hand on your thigh - it was big, warm and gentle. He stroked your skin lightly.

This closeness... his breathing, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers that involuntarily slid a little lower... all this made your body tremble with a subtle wave of excitement.

You unconsciously pressed against him. Your hips slipped back a little, and you felt his cock begin to strain from your few movements. But Jungkook didn't seem to notice your hints. You moved again, as if on purpose in his arms. His cock was already hard and you could feel its warmth through the thin fabric of his shorts and underwear.

Jungkook wordlessly moved closer to you, and you both felt it. Your panties began to get wet and between the legs throbbed with excitement. His hand slid down your thigh.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he whispered directly into your ear, his voice low and husky. "Do you think it's a good idea to rub against my crotch like that... and make my cock get hard?"

You held your breath, and only for a moment, at the sound of his voice, which made you even more hot. Then you whispered, trying not to give away your true intention, even though it was more than obvious.

"I... I just... I'm a little tight in your arms..." you lied.

"Really...?" he huffed in disbelief. His hand, which had been squeezing your thigh, slid to your stomach and continued to move upward, making its way under the fabric of your shirt. He touched your breasts and squeezed lightly. Your moisture was becoming more and more abundant.

Jungkook raised himself up on his elbow and pushed thighs against you as if to tease you.

"You're shameless. You want sex when your grandmother is sleeping in the next room?" he whispered. "What am I supposed to do with you, huh...?" Jungkook asked in the same whisper, his voice low and deep, vibrating somewhere in his stomach. "You've already pushed me away three times after I've done you good. Three times. I'm getting a little tired of hearing it. Maybe we should stop?" He let go of your breasts and brought his palm down. His hand ducked under the fabric of your sleeping shorts, touching your folds. You were wet, so wet and that's all for him.

Jungkook's words were half-joking, and you knew it, but they held the truth, a small stab of disappointment at your past actions and the words you'd said to him without mercy.

He continued to caress your clit and you moaned softly. You barely managed to turn your head slightly to the side, toward him. Your breath was hot and your lips were trembling.

"I won't push you away..." you whispered. "I want... I want it, Jungkook...please…"

He froze. And then slowly, with that predatory playfulness that drove you crazy, he answered.

"You hear that, kitten," he ran his fingers over your aroused clit and plunged his fingers into your passage again and again, pressing you in tighter against himself, "you're begging me again. What about that fucking rule you made?"

Jungkook turned you completely around, hovering over you, never ceasing to finger you. You spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your nails left half-moon dents in his warm skin.

"Fuck the rules," you said between moans. Jungkook laughed softly.

"So bold," he finally kissed you on the lips. His tongue filled your mouth as if it had always belonged to him. Your tongues clashed and wrestled with each other, as if trying to know who was in charge. Jungkook grabbed your tongue and sucked on it, proving his superiority to you. He parted your lips so that you could breathe in some air.

"You're going to throw words like that around, and then tell me to ignore it again because you were having an orgasm?" Jungkook teased. He loved using your actions and words against you.

"Jungkook..." you squeezed the skin on his shoulders harder, pulling him closer "shut your mouth and just fuck me already," your voice sounded annoyed. Jungkook raised his eyebrows and laughed at your intolerance.

"Oh I'll do it kitten, but now you know your rule no longer applies?!" his voice was hoarse with excitement, but also full of triumph. He loved that you had given in, breaking your own rule that you had promised to keep. He knew it from the beginning, that you would be the first to give up.

His fingers slid over your wet fold once more, long, slow, until you trembled, as if trying to brand this moment. And then he abruptly removed his hand, making you moan with loss.

"Fuck you?" he repeated, licking his lips. "I want to do it so badly right now, but you know how much I love listening to your pleas? I think I'll listen to your sweet beseech first..."

Jungkook's lips found your neck, and you arched up, exposing your skin to him. His kisses were wet, warm, slow, and all of this made you tremble even more, clenching your thighs. The kisses fueled your need to have him, but you knew he would soon have you begging. Beg as if your life depended on it.

He took off your shorts and underwear at the same time so as not to spend too much time on this one, so that he could have the moreover of it for something more worthwhile, such as pushing you to your limit. And then he took off his boxers and threw them somewhere else.

He threw aside the blanket you were still covered with and positioned himself between your legs. He could see your pussy glistening in the darkness of the room, making him obsessed with you.

He positioned himself comfortably between your legs, pressing his erect cock against your pussy. You felt his hot flesh and sighed heavily. You need him inside.

Jungkook pulled up your shirt, exposing your breasts. He fell on one of your nipples and sucked hard. You felt pain, but kept yourself from screaming by biting your lip.

"Kook..." you called to him.

"I'm here, kitten" he whispered, stopping for a moment.

"Come inside," you begged. He grinned against your nipple and kept his eyes on you.

You wiggled your hips, hoping that this would make him finally fill you with his cock. But he didn't seem to be in any hurry.

His lips moved to your neck, covering it with wet marks, sucking on the skin, but not doing what you wanted most.

"Please..." you breathed out, barely audible. Jungkook stood over you.

"It's so sweet coming from you. Fuck, I'm ready to listen forever as you beg me to fill you my cock." he whispered. You felt yourself getting even wetter. You had definitely soiled the fresh sheets that Grandma had made for the two of you.

Jungkook pressed his lips to your ear. His voice was soft but full of power.

"You're so impatient... And just recently you were playing hard to get..." he smiled, lightly touching your earlobe with his tongue. "And now you ask me as if I were your last hope. Hmm, I wonder how many times you can ask before I'm satisfied with your plea?" he standing on knelt, placing his legs under of your pelvis.

His hand slowly - too slowly - slid down your stomach, slid back between your thighs, but this time he didn't touch your clit as you expected. Instead, he lightly stroked your inner thigh, giving you no relief.

You arched up, trying to force yourself to slide closer, but Jungkook grabbed your hips and stopped you.

"Don't rush," he whispered. "I haven't had enough of you yet. And you taste so good when you moan because you don't get what you want. "

His fingers touched your folds, but only at the edge, as if by accident. And then they were gone again, leaving you in a state of excited despair. You moaned softly.

"Look at you... so wet... and all this because of a few touches from me?" he tilted his head to the side and looked into your eyes. His gaze was full of fire. "Tell me, have you fantasized about me? About me entering you slowly, deeply? Or maybe how I make you beg again and again?"

You were silent, but he saw the answer in your eyes. "Say it out loud, kitten. I need to hear it."

You felt ashamed, but it came out:

"Yes... I was imagining... you entering me... teasing me... not letting me come..." you whispered, breathing heavily.

"Oh, now you're talking like an adult girl," Jungkook murmured and plunged his fingers into you, this time deeper than before. But not deep enough for you to be satisfied. And when you tried to move your hips again, he removed his hand.

"No, no, no..." he smiled. "You haven't earned it yet. A little more..."

He leaned down and his tongue flicked down your stomach. You could feel his every breath on your skin. His lips touched your thighs, and you realized that a little more and you would explode. And he, this cocky, bossy, damn hot guy, was still playing with you like a favorite toy.

"Please... Jungkook, I can't take it..." you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He looked at you from under his eyelashes as if amused.

"Oh, I know... and that's what I like best." He ran his tongue over your skin again, but this time between your folds. And when you arched your back, clutching the sheets, he pulled back.

You couldn't breathe steadily anymore. Desire and despair mingled together.

Jungkook towered over you, kneeling down. His eyes were burning, his face tense with desire. He took his hard length in his hands and slid the head of his cock between your wet folds-slowly, with pleasure, forcing you to arch up to meet him. But instead of entering, he rubbed against you, sliding up and down, making you tremble with tension.

"Tell me you want me..." his voice is hoarse, almost breathless.

"I do... I want you so badly..." you begged, your voice tearing from your chest, unashamed.

Jungkook sighed, softly, from deep in his chest. His eyes grew even darker, more serious. And the next moment, he entered you-slowly, deeply, so that you involuntarily squeezed his shoulders and almost screamed. He stopped for a moment, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"So tight... so wet..." his voice was husky, vibrating against your skin, Jungkook could barely contain himself because his arousal had reached a maximum while he was playing with you. "Fuck Y/N, what are you doing to me?"

A second of silence from both of you. His words hit you so hard...because you weren't doing anything, you were just being yourself.

He began to move, slowly but surely, studying you as he always did - cautiously at first, and then deeper and stronger with each movement. Your body responded to his every thrust as if you had belonged to him for a long time. Moans escaped your lips uncontrollably. Jungkook pressed himself against you, placing his hands on the sides of your face and leaning in almost close. He looked at your satisfied face and couldn't get enough of the pleasure you were showing. You wrapped your legs around his buttocks, squeezing him tighter. You moaned louder and louder at his sharp and deep thrusts and Jungkook was slightly nervous that your grandmother might hear you.

"Shhh..." he whispered, moving deeply and rhythmically inside you. "Don't make a sound... Do you want your grandmother to know what her sweet granddaughter sounds like when she's being fucked?" You bit your lips, moaning, and Jungkook picked up his pace as if to spite you, driving himself harder into your thighs. Like an insatiable man... pushing you to the limit.

He didn't forget to kiss your lips between thrusts.

And just when the wave of orgasm began to build, when your body froze in sweet anticipation, Jungkook leaned down to your ear and whispered in a breathless voice.

"Cum for me, kitten. I want to feel you tremble under me..."

Your body exploded after a small series of deep thrusts. Wave after wave pierced you, your moans were soft, trapped in your chest, and you squeezed his cock as you came.

And Jungkook, feeling your climax, gave a few more thrusts and, as he started spilled inside you, pulled out releasing onto your stomach with a quiet growl that echoed in your chest.

You were still trembling, your skin covered in a light sweat, and your chest heaving in a rapid rhythm. Jungkook hovered over you, leaning on his elbows, watching you slowly come back to your senses after the sweet storm. He kissed the corner of your lips, still warm from your moans.

"So your rule is no longer in effect and I'm glad you destroyed it yourself," he said with a heavy breath that made it hard to speak. Your eyes were shining with the orgasm you'd had, and you recognized that you'd made the rule in vain at all.

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[pupyuj]

Imagine pretending to be asleep while g!p yujin fucks you, only for her to whisper "i know you're awake" in your ear 😵‍💫😩💦

ehehe OKAAYYY 🤭🤭🤭 thanks for the ask anon, i will not stop think about this until the day ends 🫡

[cw: somnophilia, size kink? oop.]

wherein you know just how much of a pervert your dear leader really is 🫣 you’ve known about her antics for a while now… waiting until you’re asleep before she cuddles you from behind in her underwear, grinding against your ass before pulling her dick out and jerking off.. decorating the back of your thighs with her cum.. sometimes she even plays with your clit.. gently circling it with her fingertips, her breathing and soft moaning in your ear bcs even just pleasuring you turns her onnn 😵‍💫😵‍💫 other times it’s a lot more extreme.. you’d wake up with your holes sore and gaping with cum all over your thighs and stomach,, you never confronted yujin about them bcs, well, you were so into it 🫣

you used to wake up in the middle of her bullshit (sometimes you sleep through them).. but now you actually wait for them! pretending to be in the deep slumber as soon as yujin comes home late from one of her solo schedules.. you even made sure you were wearing your sluttiest pajama set! all for your yujinnie 🥺💓 your core clenching as she joins you in bed, excited for what’s to come… yujin usually starts with kissing your shoulder, pressing her nose right against the back of your neck and inhaling your precious scent… then her hands get to work: groping you gently, slipping underneath your undergarments and feeling your hard nipples and your soaked panties.. ugh that would get her to stiffen up so fast! 💞 before you know it, she was pulling your panties aside, grinding her cock along your entrance, making sure her precum makes your cunt nice and wet for her to smoothly slip inside…

gosh, you’d feel her stretch you out as she inserts her sick and tense up bcs she was so thick 😵‍💫 having to do everything you can not to blow your cover and let a moan slip past your lips.. but fuck, you’d hear yujin whining behind you, your warm, tight cunt clenching and fitting around her cock just right like it always does… no matter how much yujin fucks you, you’re always so tight for her! it drives her nuts 🫠🫠

“oh, baby…” it took everything in you to not moan alongside yujin once she starts moving in and out… she was so painfully slow, making sure her entire length was inside you before pulling out nearly all the way back.. and it wasn’t until she starts to move at a faster pace that you were slowly going to lose control of yourself! 😰 having to pretend to stir as yujin wraps her arms around you waist and starts fucking into you, her sweet voice all up in your ear sounding so precious and delicate that you almost forget her cock is nearly splitting you in two..

yujinnie sneaking one of her hands in between your legs and circling your clit with her fingers.. then she says, “i know you’re awake, princess…” lord. “such a slut… you’d just let me take advantage of you like this?” you wanted to tell her that no! you weren’t a slut! ☹️ you just wanted to help your yujin-unnie bcs you know how stressful it is for her… if this was a way for her to destress then who were you to deny her of that?? 🥺 alas, you couldn’t tell her shit bcs she’d pull out and practically demands you to get on top of her and ride her which of course.. you wouldn’t be able to resist 🤭🤭

ugh.. yujin’s perverted ass enjoying the show you’re putting on wayyyy too much 🫣 watching as her cock disappears inside you, literally drooling at how it was almost too big to fit inside your tight little cunt, you were just such a treasure 🥰 at least your voice was finally free! moaning yujin’s name, whining, whimpering as you bounced up and down your leader’s cock at such a steady pace as if this wasn’t the first time you were riding her.. yujinnie’s hands on your waist helping you go up and down, controlling some part of your pace and thrusting into you herself if she feels like her tip isn’t hitting you deep enough… and she rips up your top and tosses it aside just to see your pretty tits bounce for her..

her praises being music to your ears 🥰 only encouraging you to be better.. “fuck, (y/n).. always so good for unnie even for this…” 😵‍💫 that’s it, you were going to completely let yourself go! leaning down and kissing yujin, hugging her as you rode her as fast as you could.. bringing the two of you to climax at the same time… feeling her hot cum seep inside your walls as you fell asleep on her chest.. she’d definitely keep her cock inside your pussy even after she was finishing cumming! just in case you’re up for another around next morning.. 🤭

[lonely-ey3s]

Ride or Die | Chapter Two

pairing: rodeo/cowboy!joel miller x f!reader

chapter summary : You meet up with Joel and watch his bull-riding event. Afterwards, the two of you attend the fair, where you get to know each other more and catch up after the years have passed.

chapter warnings: fluff, slow burn-ish, angst, Joel speaks Spanish (translations will be there), reader has a somewhat emotionally abusive father, gaslighting, racism, slurs (hispanic slurs), flirting, mentions of guns (fake guns), switched POV's.

word count: 7.9k

a/n: as a reminder, chapters will be every other sunday-- alternating with heartlines !! just fyi, i know little about being a cowboy so if lingo is wrong, please let me know, i'm going off purely google.

also- may the gods be with us tonight for ep. 2 of TLOU 😰

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

Masterlist

You’d woken up the following day earlier than usual. After your argument with your dad last night, and where you were going today, you didn’t want to really have a part two of last night. 

You had your farm chores done before the sun was up, which meant you were done before your dad and Wes were up to leave for the fairgrounds. 

You quietly made your way back upstairs and into your bedroom to get ready. This way you wouldn’t need to go back downstairs until you’d need to leave after they’d left about a half hour before. 

You showered, dressed, and made your way downstairs about an hour later to grab something to eat quickly when you were met by your dad in the kitchen. He was reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee. 

He looked up the second you saw him, so it was too late to turn around and avoid him. 

“Shit” you muttered under your breath. 

He sighed, looking back down at his paper, “I know you’re avoidin’ me...” 

You didn’t respond. You opened the fridge to find something to eat. 

He continued, “You were up before the crack of dawn— which you never do, and then now you won’t even look at me.” he peeked over his paper. 

You bit down on your tongue. You were still pissed about what he’d done and said last night but weren’t wanting to spoil your morning with arguing with the brick wall known as your dad. 

“Can you at least look at me?” he asked, setting down the newspaper he had. 

You grabbed an apple and a protein shake from the fridge, keeping your back to him. “Why aren’t you at the fairgrounds with Wes? Thought he had an event this morning…” 

He shook his head and cleared his throat. “That’s not important…”

“It’s been important for the last three years to you. For you to be at every waking moment of that boy's rodeo career– steerin’ it in the direction you see fit. Why’s today different?” You turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, closing the fridge. 

There was a coldness to you. You were rigid and numb. Your dad rarely saw this side of you, but when he did, he would poke the bear rather than soothe it. 

“You got somethin’ you wanna get off your chest?” he clenched his jaw. 

You shook your head and scrunched your nose, frustrated. “Dad, I really don’t want to get into this. You shouldn’t even be here.” You looked down, messing with the sticker on the apple. 

“Ah, so you are avoiding me!” he clapped his hands together and scoffed. 

You looked up and shrugged, “Yeah, what if I am? What if I’m not ready to talk it out?” 

“We’re family. We don’t talk it out. We forgive and move on…” he chuckled a little too casually. 

You shook your head and chuckled sadly, “You’re right, Dad. We just avoid the responsibility and move on…” You clicked your tongue and winked. “Got it.” You moved to walk towards the front door, choosing not to fuel the fire he was trying to reignite. 

He got up and started to follow you. “No, that’s not what I mean! I just… god damn it.” he had a hard time finding the words he wanted to say. 

You grabbed your purse and keys from the coat rack and key ring, then opened the front door and walked down the steps, trying not to engage with his antics. 

“Would you just stop and talk to me? I’m sorry, ok?” he sighed. 

You turned around suddenly and looked at him. “Sorry about what specifically, hmm?” 

He was winded and sweating as you both now stood out in the sun in front of your car. “I… everything. I’m sorry about everything,” he said, shrugging. He wanted to get over the conversation, move on and forget about it.

You shook your head, “No because that shit isn’t genuine. If you don’t know what you’re sorry for, then it’s just to say it so things can stop bein’ uncomfortable.” you opened your car door and threw your purse in. “Maybe I like that you’re uncomfortable, Dad. Perhaps I am relishing the fact that you are being held accountable for your words and actions – I mean, someone has to do it. Wes is too scared to, and Ev is too obedient…” 

“Wes ain’t scared of me!” he said louder, defensively. 

You dryly chuckled, “Dad, he’s not scared of you… He’s scared of being anything other than what you want him to be. He knows how much you already despise him…” 

There was a moment of silence before he croaked out, “I don’t despise him…” he raised his eyebrow at you, then his demeaner changed, becoming rigid as well. “What have you been tellin’ that kid?” he accused. 

He wanted to go there? Let’s open the can of worms, then. 

“Dad, since the day he was born, you’ve been nothin’ but cold to him.” You shut the door and leaned up against it, crossing your arms.

“No, I haven’t!” he scoffed and threw his hands in the air dramatically.

You stood and looked at him, lips pursed. “You can stand there and tell me– swear to me on mom’s grave— that not a single ounce of you blames him for mom's death?” 

He said nothing but shook his head, putting his hands on his hips, starting to pace back and forth.

“You can stand there and tell me you did everything possible to raise him?” You tilted your head and started to narrow your gaze. “Did you do all the late school nights? Did you do the school lunches? Oh, and I must’ve forgotten, you got him to all his extracurriculars and cheered him on in every single one of them?” you started to raise your voice, your emotions starting to seep. 

“No one asked you to do that…” he stopped and looked at you. 

“You’re right! No one did! But everyone begged you to– but you ‘couldn’t’ or it was ‘too hard’. So I stood up.” You pointed to yourself. “I took over.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, and you’ll never let me live that down, will ya?” 

You chuckled and nodded, feeling defeated by his victim's complex. “You’re right, Dad. I’m the bad guy.” You pushed off the car and opened the door. “I’m the person to blame for your lack of involvement in our lives once Mom died.” You shook your head and looked at him disappointedly. “I’m the reason for it all.” You got into your car and shut the door, turning the ignition.

He stood there with his hands on his hips and shook his head at you, shouting at you. “Go ahead! Run away like you always do!” 

You felt tears sting your eyeline as you looked behind you to back out, putting the car in reverse. 

“Go! Leave when things get hard!” he shouted as you backed up. 

You weren’t going to let him see your tears. You weren’t going to let him know he got under your skin. 

You backed the car up out of the dirt driveway and then flipped around. You drove down the dirt road that led up to your house like a bat out of hell. 

The second his figure was a dot in your rear view mirror, you let the tears fall freely. 

You felt a deep pain in your chest. You never felt after your mom's passing that your dad was a parent. He was just someone you lived with. 

He was cold and distant, and no matter how hard you and your siblings tried, he just disconnected from you all in different ways. 

You’d never fully gotten along with him, and there had always been this wedge between you. However, since being home, he’s just felt impossible to be around. It’s felt like he doesn’t want you here— and that hurt most of all.  

It was about a 25-minute drive. Most of which was consumed by you singing your lungs out in anger— getting it all out. 

When you got to the fairgrounds, you touched up your makeup in the mirror before getting out and making your way out of the dusty parking lot. 

You made your way through the busy weekend crowds to the main arena, where you found some seating towards the middle of the bleachers. You pulled out your phone and texted Joel:

‘Hey, cowboy 💗 Big crowd today!’ 

Within seconds, you received a text back. 

‘Where are you? I’ve been lookin’ for you!’  

Instantly, your mood brightened from the gloom you’d felt since leaving the house. You couldn’t help but smile at your phone before looking up towards the arena, trying to spot him. 

You looked down at the pens and gates for him, looking at every cowboy and trainer. After a few moments, you found him towards the back of the pens. He was next to a few other cowboys who were getting numbers pinned on their backs. 

He was smiling down at his phone, waiting for your response. He had his whole competition get up on and had already gotten his number pinned on his back, 413. 

You giggled, blushing before you looked down at your phone. You then stood up from where you were sitting and texted back,

‘Check your 9 o’clock, handsome 😘’ 

You watched as his head popped up from his phone and turned towards your area. His eyes scanned the rows of people before they landed on you. He instantly beamed up at you, smiling warmly and wide. 

You waved at him and giggled, watching his reaction. 

He held a finger up like he was telling you to wait a moment. 

He then jogged over to Randy and told him something before jumping the gate and starting to walk down the dirt path towards the section you were sitting in with the biggest smile on his face. 

You jogged down the stairs to meet him at the bottom.

You wore another sundress today; this one was paired with a jean jacket and your boots. You had your hair tied up in a claw clip, in a low messy bun. 

He wolf-whistled as he watched you come down towards him at the bottom of the stairs. He had one hand resting on the railing, waiting for you.

“Dios mío, ¿no eres la chica más hermosa que he visto en mi vida?” (My God, aren't you the most beautiful girl I've ever seen?) He said, as his eyes drank in the sight before him. 

You blushed and chuckled, standing on the step above him, putting your hand over his on the railing, “You gonna get another winning belt buckle today, cowboy?” You gently tugged on his buckle with your pointer finger, biting your bottom lip. 

He smirked and looked down at your hand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He looked up at you and tilted his head a fraction. 

You nodded and slowly pulled your hand away to put it on your hip. “I mean, I did tell you that I only go on dates with champion-winning cowboys…” You looked down at him, smirking. 

He chuckled lightly and began playing with your fingers softly on the railing, “It’s a good thing I’m a national champion and have this in the bag, then, isn’t it?” he looked back at you, and his eyes danced back and forth between your lips and gaze. 

You shyly pursed your lips together and hummed, “Just be careful out there. We’ve got a date at the fair after, can’t have you getting hurt hmm?” You moved your hand from the railing to wrap around his shoulders with your other hand from your hip. You stepped closer a little. Your fingers messed with the curls at the base of his neck.

Joel felt his heart pound faster, and his throat suddenly became dry. His cheeks bloomed light pink. 

No one made him this nervous. He’d never been with a girl who challenged his confidence like you did with such ease. It was intimidating but also exhilarating.

He smiled, dimples and everything up at you. “Yeah, we can’t have that, hermosa…” he moved his hands to lay on your waist, pulling you closer just a little.  

You popped one of your legs up behind you and leaned into him, “So tell me, who’s your biggest competition today?” You nodded over to the other cowboys. 

His eyes drank you in for another moment, dancing across your features before he followed your gaze. 

He hummed softly, “I’ve heard that 346 is tough competition… I was told he came close to beating my score at nationals.” 

You found 346 in the pen and hummed, “How close?” you asked.

346’s gaze found yours, and he smirked, tipping his hat towards you.

Joel’s jaw clenched, and he automatically straightened up, seeing him make eyes at you. 

You felt him become rigid and chuckled lightly before gently taking your hand and pulling him by his chin to look at you, “Hey, eyes on me, cowboy…” 

He let you pull his chin, and his attention was back on you, “Eyes on you…” he murmured. 

You let out a small chuckle and then used your finger to push his hat up a little, “I want you to show 346 and all those other cowboys why you’re the national champion…” 

He grinned and gripped your waist lightly, nodded up at you, “Show ‘em why you’re over here with me and not them?” 

You blushed and peeked over his shoulder to see 346 and a few other cowboys looking your way, all of them smirking and whispering things to each other.

You looked back at Joel and smiled, “Show ‘em you’re my cowboy…” You twirled his curls at the base of his neck softly with your finger. 

He lit up at that statement. His eyes became brighter, and his heart filled with a warmth he’d never felt before. 

He chuckled softly and leaned in, nudging his nose gently against yours. “Your cowboy, huh?” His eyes dropped to your lips. 

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod, “Mhmm…” 

He hummed, and you felt him pull you closer by your waist, but before anything else happened, you both were interrupted by the announcer shouting over the system.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! Who’s ready to watch some bull’s buckin’?” Then the crowd went wild with cheers and shouting. 

You giggled and pulled back a little, “I think that’s your cue, handsome…”  

He bit his bottom lip and looked up at you, “Meet me in the barn after? Come meet Moonshine?” 

You nodded and tipped his hat back down gently, “I’ll see you there afterwards.” 

He slowly let go of your waist, but then at the last second, pushed up on the step and kissed your cheek softly before grinning as he started backing up to walk away. “I’ll see you after querida…” 

You blushed and put your hand to where he kissed, pursed your lips together shyly. You watched as he walked back into the pen and hopped over the gate. 

The cowboys who had their eyes on you whistled towards you and waved. You chuckled, seeing Joel eyeing them from across the pen and headed back up the stairs to your seat. 

After three other cowboys competed, it was 346’s turn. You watched as he strapped in and prepared in the bull chute.

The bull he was on was massive and pissed. He was already banging up against the walls and loudly bellowing made your adrenaline skyrocket, you can’t imagine how the rider felt.

346 was being lightly shaken about inside the enclosed space, jolted back and forth as he pulled on the rope that tied his hands down, shouting to the staff around him, “Let’s go!” He nodded towards the gate to open. 

There were a few men inside the ring to help cattle the bull once the rider fell off, ready to assist. There was one more on the gate prepared to pull it open. He looked at 346 and nodded, “Ready on 3?” 

346 nodded and then looked over at you as you stood with the rest of the crowd and watched.

He looked at Joel then back at you and winked, tipping his hat, as he shouted at the chute man, “Ready!” 

You chuckled and muttered, “Show off…” 

You looked over to see Joel with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the gate, watching 346 closely.

The gate slammed open, and immediately the bull exploded forward with a lurch that nearly tore his arm out of the socket. His body whipped back, then forward again as the beast twisted mid-air, back legs kicking toward the sky.

The crowd roared around you for him to keep holding on.

Three seconds in, you could tell he was having trouble balancing and moving with the bull.

Five seconds—his body was already flailing about, back and forth. Every jump looked like it would snap his spine– it was whipping him about rough and crazed. His balance was going, slipping, held together by pure willpower and a half-decent grip.

Eight seconds came and went.

He was past the goal.

He clung harder, gritting his teeth, trying to ride it out. The bull bucked again, hard to the right, and he overcorrected. His free hand flailed—too low, too wide.

“Come on, let go…” You muttered to yourself. 

Ten seconds. Eleven.

At thirteen seconds, the bull spun sharp to the left—and his body didn’t follow.

The next thing you saw was his hand slip, and the bull threw him like a rag doll.

He hit the dirt chest-first with a gut-punch thud.

The crowd echoed in a collective, ‘Ooh!’

The bull was still bucking behind him. He scrambled, boots slipping in the dirt, adrenaline giving him just enough juice to run. He sprinted for the fence, tripping once, but climbed it like his life depended on it.

The other clowns corralled the still pissed off bull away and towards the exit, trying to soothe it. 

You looked at the scoreboard and saw ‘13.7 seconds – Montgomery’. It was the highest score so far.

Joel’s name was announced to follow after a small break. 

After hearing his name, your palms became sweaty, and your stomach dropped. 

Joel’s POV 

He watched as Will, or 346, fell off Big Bronco’s back and quickly got to his feet to run out of his way. 

He looked up at the scoreboard and saw the final time counted and grinned. His time at nationals was 14.6. He’d be just fine. 

After Will straightened up, he walked past Joel, a shit eating smirk plastered across his face, taking off his gloves, “That Whitaker girl is gonna rethink goin’ out with you after you lose, Miller.” he nodded towards where you were sitting.

Joel chuckled and turned to lean his back against the gate, “Sigue hablando tonterías, verás a dónde te lleva, idioto.” (Keep talkin' shit, see where it gets you, dickhead.) Then he tipped his hat towards him, grinning back. 

He nodded towards Joel, “How about you speak English and say what you want to say to my face, amigo.” he spat some chewing tobacco, landing it in front of Joel’s boots. “This is America, not Mexico, beaner.” he scoffed and rolled his eyes as he went to walk away. 

Joel looked down at it and smirked as he looked back up, “Crazy how you’re racist and uneducated in what slur to use—life really handed you the short straw twice didn’t it, pendejo?” 

Will stopped and turned around, clenching his fists at his side. “What did you just say?” 

Joel moved off the gate and tutted, “See you at the award ceremony, gabacho…” then walked the other way towards the pen.

As he strolled, he put on his gloves and whistled to himself. He wasn’t going to let someone like Will shake him up. 

Will made it a few steps to go after Joel before his manager intercepted and held him back. He put his hands on his chest, telling him to ‘let it go’. 

Randy came up beside him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “You ready, kiddo?” 

Joel chuckled lightly and nodded, “Yes, sir.” Then he looked behind his shoulder at Will being babied by his manager not to start things. He grinned, knowing he got under his skin. 

Randy gently squeezed Joel’s shoulder to redirect his attention, “The bull you’re on today is Big Philly. He’s huge and mean– already gone after three cowboys this week. You think you can show him who’s boss?” 

Joel turned his head back around and tightened his gloves– dialing in, “I got this.”  

Randy chuckled and let go of him. “I’ll see you after, kid. Good luck out there,” then walked off, leaving Joel by himself.

As he continued, his boots hit the dirt like war drums.

The bull inside was already slamming its weight against the metal, snorting like a furnace, rage boiling behind its eyes.

He could hear the crowd, but it was muffled, like sound underwater. The only thing loud now was his heartbeat, hammering against his ribs. His fingers twitched, his throat was dry, but his veins were fire. That rush—pure, unfiltered adrenaline—surged through him, buzzing under his skin, sharp and electric.

Time slowed as he climbed over the chute into the pen. He sat on the back of the bull and began strapping himself in. 

Muscles primed, senses dialed in. Every sound, every movement, every breath was exaggerated—crystal clear. The bull let out a guttural bellow and slammed the gate again. He didn’t flinch.

The chute man looked at him through the opening, “Ready?”

Santi mounted up on the gate and patted Joel’s back, “You got this, mijo.”  

Joel glanced at him, then looked towards the crowd and found you. You were already standing and had your eyes on him. 

You smiled and waved before holding up two thumbs up. He tipped his hat at you and then looked back down.

He heavily exhaled before nodding and clenching his hand around the rope, “Let’s do this.” 

The moment the chute gate flew open, he was already ahead of the bull.

It burst out like a shot, low and coiled, twisting hard to the left. Most riders would’ve been airborne in two seconds, but not Joel. 

He sat deep, loose where he needed to be, tight where it counted. Years of instinct took over—every micro-adjustment drilled into muscle memory from a lifetime in the arena.

He wasn’t just holding on—he was reading the bull like a seasoned gambler reads a tell. Letting it buck, juke, and twist, allowing it to try every move in the book. He’d seen it all before, and he had answers for all of it.

The crowd roared, but it might as well have been silence. His focus was surgical. The bull kicked high, spun back, and snapped into a wicked turn—but he moved with it like it was choreographed. He didn’t fight the chaos; he became part of it.

Eight seconds passed. The whistle blew. He didn’t flinch.

He kept riding. 

At ten, the bull was still throwing heat. At eleven, it tried a last-ditch twist, desperate to shake him. His spine bent like a reed but snapped back just as fast—calm, controlled, and composed.

At fifteen seconds, he jerked Joel hard right. One second, he was on top; the next, he was airborne, weightless, and wide-eyed.

He hit the dirt like a bag of bricks. Pain bloomed in his ribs, but he didn’t wait to feel it. 

He scrambled to his feet and ran—ran—hard for the fence behind the pen. Boots slipping, lungs burning, heart pounding loudly in his ears.

The bull snorted behind him, but the clowns were already drawing him off.

He swung up and over the fence like it was nothing. He was safe—bruised, filthy, grinning like a madman.

He brushed the dust from his jeans. Behind him, the arena lit up with noise, but all he could do was look and see you cheering loudly– for him. 

Santi came jogging up to him, proudly grabbing him into a hug, “¡Bien hecho, hijo!” (Way to go, son!)

Joel’s attention was pulled from your gaze and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his dad, “Little sore, but god damn that was a rush!” 

His dad pulled away and put his hands on his arms, looking up at him, “What’s gotten into you these last couple of days? You’re competing like a beast!” he shook him gently, beaming. 

Joel smiled and cleared his throat, “I uh, I’m not sure Dad…” 

He knew exactly why, though. Ever since he laid eyes on you, he had one thing on his mind when in the arena. He wanted to impress you. He also had a bet to win, but nonetheless– it was all for you.

Santi touched his cheek and chuckled, “Well, keep it up! With this momentum, we can make it into the big leagues!” 

Joel’s eyes found his dad's, and he swallowed, “Big leagues? I– Dad, that’s a commitment.” he nervously chuckled, backing up a bit. He looked down to start undoing his gloves, seeing his dad’s expression drop. 

“I thought that was somethin’ you were workin’ towards…” he put his hands on his hips, confused by Joel’s shift. 

Joel looked up, seeing the slight disappointment in his dad’s features, so he cleared his throat to break the tension, “Forgot what I said. I think I’m just a little amped up– not thinkin’ straight.” he tightly smiled. 

Santi nodded and smiled tightly back at his son. “Yeah, yeah, sure,” he chuckled, taking in a deep breath. 

Joel nodded and started to undo the top of his vest. “Hey, I’ve got some plans after this, I won’t be home ‘til late. I just wanted to let you know.” 

“Plans? With who?” Santi tilted his head, slightly smiling. 

Joel nodded his head your way. “I waited ‘til competition was over like you said… but I asked her out. We're attending the fair and going to watch the fireworks show tonight…” he smiled softly, hoping his dad wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. 

Santi followed his gaze to you and hummed, then nodded back at Joel. “Does Judd know about it?” 

Joel’s eyebrow raised, “Why would her dad need to know?” 

Santi bit the inside of his cheek and tutted, “Just don’t be surprised if he makes a fuss…” He shrugged and sighed. “He’s never been a fan of our family for some reason.”

Joel looked at you in the crowd; you were laughing with someone next to you. “Yeah, well Judd can dislike me all he wants, ain’t gon’ stop me from gettin’ to know his daughter.” He looked back at his dad, eyes determined. 

He knew that once his son had his sights set on something, he’d move heaven and earth to make it happen. Judd wouldn’t stop this from happening. If you liked Joel back, he knew you and your siblings to be just as stubborn. Your dad wouldn’t be able to keep you or Joel away from each other, no matter how much he disliked it. 

Santi nodded and then let a soft smile etch across his lips, “Well, have fun and don’t do anythin’ stupid… yeah?” 

Joel nodded and smiled warmly back at his dad, “Yeah, yeah, nothin’ stupid.” 

The overhead speakers announced that the award ceremony would begin soon and that the competitors should proceed to the north end of the arena. 

Santi nodded that way, “I’ll meet you over there.” 

Joel nodded and patted his dad’s shoulder softly before starting to jog over that way. 

After the awards ceremony, the crowd was slow to disperse. You had a hard time getting out quickly, as you had wanted. 

The second you made it out of the stadium, you headed towards the barn area.

You had butterflies in your belly, and after earlier, you couldn’t wait to be back with Joel. He was electrifying to be around. 

You opened the door to the barn to see horses lining the stalls.

You smiled and walked up to the first on your left. It was a black-and-white spotted Appaloosa. “Hey there, beautiful…” You gently stroked its neck. 

You heard Joel’s laugh echo from further down. You gently patted the side of its neck and began walking further into the barn, looking down each stall for him. 

You made it halfway before you saw Moonshine peeking out from the stall, then Joel and his dad were together in the stall. 

Moonshine neighed and nodded his head towards you, giving away your presence. Joel looked over and saw you, instantly smiling brighter, “Querida…” 

You smiled back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, I can come back…” you pointed towards the exit. 

Santi cleared his throat. “Nonsense… I was just on my way out,” he said, smiling and nodding to Joel. “I’ll pack him up when we leave, and I'll see you later tonight, hmm?” 

Joel nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets shyly, “Yeah, thanks, Dad.” 

Santi nodded and then opened the pen door and stepped out, gently touching your shoulder and saying softly, “It’s lovely to see you again, sweetheart.” 

You touched his hand and nodded, “Same to you, sir.” 

He then made his way out, leaving you and Joel alone. 

You pursed your lips together shyly and looked at Joel, then Moonshine, “He’s gorgeous…” You stepped forward and clicked your tongue, reaching out to touch him. 

Joel smiled and leaned up against the window beside Moonshine and looked at you, “He’s my pride and joy…” 

Moonshine set his muzzle in your hand, and you tilted your head as you gently stroked up and down the bridge of it. “Aren’t you a sweet thing?” you chuckled. 

“He likes you…” Joel said softly, watching how his horse melted in your grasp.

You looked over at him and shrugged, “I’ve been told I’m somewhat of a horse whisperer…” You winked and looked back at Moonshine, eyes scanning his features. 

Joel hummed and leaned his chin against his hands that were on the edge of the window, “You got that horse the other day to follow you like it was nothin’...” he watched your eyes scan over Moonshine and was entranced by you.

You smiled softly, “That was all Buck’s doing… he’s the neutralizer.” 

Joel smiled wider. “Buck?” He sat up and turned towards Moonshine, gently stroking his hand against his side where the saddle had been. “Is that your horse?” 

You nodded and let go of Moonshine, moving to stand where he had just been on the other side. “Yeah, he’s my old reliable…” you chuckled softly. 

Joel nodded as he continued to stroke his horse gently, “He’s good at what you two do, which I assume is get all the idiot cowboys’ horses back in line when they go crazy?” he joked. 

You let out a soft giggle. “You could say that.” You hummed and began messing with a horse bit that was hanging out of the window. “Buck and I used to work the rodeos before I left for Nashville– we’d help in certain situations that needed extra hands unexpectedly.” you softly spoke.

Joel looked back at you and tilted his head, “You were gone for a while. Who took over with Buck when you were in Nashville?” 

You looked up, “I know my dad tried…” you chuckled and shrugged. “But Buck doesn’t like him all too much, so I think Buck had a few years off…” you tutted.

Joel didn’t like the sound of that. Horses were pretty observant of people, and if Buck didn’t like your dad, then what did that mean for how he treated you? 

He stepped in front of you from the other side and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, like I’m sure Buck feels, I’m glad you're back.” 

You blushed and shyly looked down, “Yeah, me too.” 

He moved his hand down to gently pull your gaze back up by putting your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “How about we go enjoy the fair, hermosa?” 

You blushed deeper and nodded, “They’ve got a Ferris wheel this year…” 

“I thought we could go on that before the fireworks begin…” he winked. “I’ve got a buddy that can pull some strings to make it happen…” 

You chuckled and bit your bottom lip, “I’d like that…” You looked down at his lips before looking back up. 

He let out a small chuckle, becoming suddenly a little nervous, “Mind if I change real quick? I just need to get out of my competition gear…” 

You shook your head, then backed up. “No, not at all. I’ll wait outside,” you said, nodding to the exit. 

“Oh no–not like that.” he smiled and chuckled, “I just need to uhm…” He took off his competition vest and chaps.

He was left in a dark blue button-down and black jeans. He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his collar before dusting his jeans off then smiled at you, “Ready?” 

Your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of him in front of you. He looked like a whole ass meal. You felt a warmth between your legs, one you hadn’t felt in months. 

You swallowed and cleared your throat after a moment, “Y-Yeah…” You nodded and held out your hand for him.   

The two of you spent the next couple of hours eating churros and going on rides together, like the merry-go-round, carousel, and swings. 

There were small kisses on the cheek, your hand, and head in between rides and glances at each other. You two were getting to know each other more and were genuinely having a good time. 

As the evening went on, you strolled through the game section. You were holding onto his arm and both sharing some cotton candy.

“So you’re tellin’ me that at Stacy Irvin’s party– Amanda was the one to back into my dad’s Mustang and I took the fall for it?” you scoffed and chuckled. “That bitch…” 

Joel chuckled and hummed, taking a bite of the cotton candy, “Richie didn’t tell me ‘til after graduation… if I knew, I would’ve ratted her out.” he looked down at you.

You looked up at him and giggled, “Oh sure you would’ve! All you were concerned with around that time was Scarlett McCoy, not me and my dad’s car!” you teased. 

He shook his head and picked some cotton candy, holding it up for you to take. “If I had the chance with you, I would have taken it back then.” 

You took it from him and blushed, then looked down shyly, “If I’m bein’ honest, I had a thing for you back then too.” You chuckled nervously. 

He gently kissed the top of your head. “I’m a big believer in the ‘right person, wrong time’ idea...” 

You looked up at him and smiled, “You think we just had the timing off back then and it’s good now?” 

He was already looking down at you, “I hope so…” he leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. 

You took a breath in and pursed your lips together. You were beaming as you continued to walk through the grounds with him. 

After a few minutes, you two walked past one of those booths with stuffed animals you could win. 

You briefly eyed the giant teddy bear you could win at one of the shooting games. However, you didn’t say anything as you continued to walk by.

Joel saw the momentary glance and stopped you both from continuing to walk. “You want to try one of these?” he asked, moving to take your hand in his. 

You looked back at him and then at the booth, hesitant to answer. 

Joel kissed your hand and gently pulled you towards the one with the giant teddy bears, “Come on, it’ll be fun!” he smiled. 

You couldn’t help but blush at how he brought you out of your shell with things like this, taking charge but also offering you the option to say no beforehand. 

“Two please…” he handed the staff member a ten-dollar bill, to which they nodded to the fake guns and explained the game briefly. 

Someone came up next to you and cleared their throat, “Two for us as well…” 

It was Will and another guy who competed today, both giving Joel dirty looks.

Joel put his hand on the small of your back and smiled down at you, unbothered by them, “Ready?” 

You could feel the tension between the three of them, and from what you saw earlier today with how Will was speaking to Joel, you wanted to dig that knife a little deeper than it already was. 

You nodded and leaned in, gently kissing his cheek. “Ready, cowboy.” 

You then held the rifle up and aimed. 

Joel smirked at your apparent dig to the other two guys and held up his rifle, waiting for the gamekeeper to count down. 

Will scoffed and shook his head. He clenched his jaw and held the rifle up, aiming as well. 

The gamekeeper counted down, and then, when the bell rang to start, you began shooting at the ducks that were running on a track. 

Joel hit them with ease, racing Will, who was also hitting them with no issue.

You hit as many as you could before the bell rang again and the gamekeeper whistled, “Winner, Winner!” and pointed to Joel. 

You giggled and smiled at him, setting your rifle down. 

Will cursed out of frustration and roughly threw his rifle down, the other guy next to him sighing as well. 

Joel set his rifle down and looked down at you, smiling widely, “Big teddy bear?” he put his hand back on the small of your back, leaning down to kiss your temple.

You nodded and pointed to one with a blue bowtie, “Can I have that one?” 

“Whatever you want, cariño…” he kissed your head softly. 

Will mocked what he said like a child to the other guy. You heard and turned to face them after taking the bear from the game keeper. “God, act your age…” you rolled your eyes. 

Will turned to you and scoffed, “Excuse me?” 

You smirked and tilted your head, “Oh bless your heart… do I need to say it slower for ya, sweetheart?” 

He looked at Joel in disbelief, then looked back at you, “You can’t talk to me that way…” 

You shrugged and took the teddy bear from the game keeper, “Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” 

Joel snorted out a chuckle and then quickly cleared his throat, not wanting to agitate the situation even more. 

Will stepped forward with his fists clenched, “Are you laughing at me, beaner?” 

Joel instinctively stepped in front of you and put his arm around you from behind, keeping you close, “Ok, look, that’s enough with the slurs today, Montgomery. Come on, just walk away…” 

When you heard the slur, the word cut through the air like a blade—sharp, hateful, and loud. Your chest burned, fist clenching before you even realized it.

Will chuckled coldly and stepped forward once more, “No, I think we just need to settle this, Miller. Here and now…” he took his hat off and set it on the counter where you all just set the game rifles down.

Joel shook his head and kept his arm around you, stepping the two of you back once more, “Will, I’m not going to fight you, man.” he nodded once to tell him to leave. “Just go…” 

You put your hand on Joel’s arm and stood behind him, peeking out, feeling safe behind him. 

Will’s friend put his hand on his arm and cleared his throat, nodding behind Joel at a police officer who was doing security, “Not now…” 

Will inhaled and spit another wad of chewing tobacco towards Joel’s feet and cocked his eyebrow up, “Another time then…” then grabbed his hat, put it back on and tipped it and winked at you. His friend turned him around and the two of them walked away. 

Joel made sure they were gone before turning around and looking you up and down, gently cupping your cheek, “You ok? I didn’t step on you or anythin’, did I?” 

You leaned into his touch and smiled up at him, “I’m good.” you blushed. 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb softly before leaning down and kissing your forehead, “Good.” he moved his hand down to take yours, “Shall we do another game? Maybe we can find one where you can win a goldfish…” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

You chuckled and held tightly onto your bear, “Lead the way…” 

The both of you played a few more games together. He won you a rubber duck, a little slap bracelet and the two of you tied so you both got your pick of little monkey stuffies. 

He told you that he’d run and put everything in his truck so that you wouldn’t have to carry it around for the rest of the night, leaving you to sit at a little bench while he did so. 

You pulled out your phone from your purse and saw a text message from your dad.

‘Randy said you and the Miller boy were gonna be at the fair ‘til late, is that true?’ 

It was about 2 hours ago. You sighed and texted back,

‘I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up.’

Then you put your phone on silent and put it into your purse, looking up at what was around you. You beamed seeing a photobooth across the path and knew exactly what you wanted to do next. 

A few minutes later you saw Joel jogging back your way and stood from the bench, holding out your hand, “I know what we should do next!” 

He chuckled and took your hand, looking down at you, “Lead the way…” 

You giggled as you pulled him excitedly to the photobooth across the path. He opened the curtain and stepped inside, sitting down, keeping ahold of your hand, “It’s gonna a tight squeeze darlin’...” he said noticing how little room there was. 

You smiled and stepped inside, “I can sit on your knee if that’s ok…” 

He bit his lip and adjusted himself to spread his legs a bit more, “Yeah, um– here…” he patted his knee, his cheeks turning pink. 

You bit your lip and couldn’t help but blush at how wide he was now that you were this close and in this tight of a space. 

You sat down at an angle so you were somewhat facing towards him and the camera. He put his arm around the back of you and rested it on your thigh, “This ok?” he asked, looking at where he hand was. 

You nodded and then leaned forward to push the button to start picking what kind of photo design you wanted. There was hearts, western, balloons and a fair one with churros, a ferris wheel and confetti. “Which would you like?” you looked back at him. 

“Why don’t we do two rounds? The western and uhm–” he cleared his throat shyly, “...the hearts?” 

You nodded and looked back at the screen, selecting the western theme first, “We can have some fun with this one…” you sat back and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, “Can I kiss the cowboys cheek for the first one?” you winked when he looked up at you. 

He nodded and bit his bottom lip, “You can do whatever you want sweetheart…” 

You shyly chuckled and pushed the start button which counted down from 5. 

You quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek, putting your hand on his chest. He chuckled which turned into the warmest smile.

Click!

“Shoot– what now?” you looked at him. 

“Uh– oh! Finger guns!” he made a gun with his hand and looked at the camera, trying to make a smoldering face. 

You giggled and followed his lead, doing the same thing. 

Click! 

“What next?” he asked, looking at you. 

You giggled and took his hat off his head, “May I borrow this?” and put it on yours. 

He smirked and fixed his hair by combing his fingers through his hair, “My turn to kiss the cowgirl’s cheek…” then gently cupped your cheek and leaned up to kiss your other cheek, to which you giggled and blushed, creating a genuine smile. 

Click!

You took off the hat and gently put it back on his head, “Any ideas for the last photo?” you tucked your hair behind your ear. 

He smiled as he looked up at you, reaching up to gently cup your cheek, turning your gaze to him, “Trust me?” 

You melted the moment his hand landed on your cheek and swallowed the nerves that suddenly came up in your throat, giving him a small nod. 

He leaned in, whispering. “Can this cowboy kiss you?” 

You met him halfway. “Been waitin’ all day for it to happen…”

Click!

The flash went off as your lips touched his—gentle, slow, just enough pressure to leave you stunned and wondering how you hadn’t kissed him sooner.

You both pulled back at the exact same time, both blinking like deer in headlights. He looked dazed, his cheeks flushed. 

You bit your bottom lip shyly and cleared your throat, “Still want to do the other strip?” 

A warm yet sweet smile stretched across his lips, “Let’s do it…”  

You let out a sweet giggle and bit your bottom lip. You sat up and quickly reached forward to select another strip, the ones with hearts and sat back into his lap. You turned to look down at him and smiled, “Any ideas for this one?”

“I’ve got a few….” He leaned up and kissed you again, this time slower. 

Time stopped then a flash. 

Click!

Just lips on lips, a little bolder, a little deeper, like the two of you had nowhere else to be. 

His hands found your waist. Yours slid up his chest like you’d done it a thousand times. When you broke for air, smiling, another flash.

Click!

He nudged your nose with his gently and then went right back in.

Click!

It was one of those kisses that made the world go soft around the edges. Everything else—noise, time, logic—just faded out. Your lips fit like a secret you’d both been keeping, slow and warm, with just enough hesitation to feel electric. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t practiced. It was instinct meeting timing in the best possible way.

Click!

Eventually, you both pulled back, breathless, smiling like two idiots in love with the moment.

You two just looked at each other—cheeks flushed, hearts pounding, breath tangled in the space between them—and grinned.

The kind you can’t hold back no matter how hard you try. The kind that says yep, that just happened, and I want it to happen again, and we’re in trouble now, all at once.

It wasn’t perfect.

It was better.

The two of you exited the photo booth and each took a strip from the printer, looking over them. 

Joel pulled his phone out of his pocket and put he two side by side, holding them between his fingers before snapping a photo and smiling at his phone, “Best ten bucks I’ve ever spent.” 

You blushed and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “I think the fireworks are gonna start soon… wanna head over to the ferris wheel?” 

He looked down at you for a moment then pulled your lips to his by gently taking you by your chin, kissing you once more, softly but deeply a couple of times before pulling back and breathlessly whispering, “Yeah, let’s head over querida…” then gently took your hand and pulled you with him towards the ferris wheel’s location. 

You couldn’t help the smile that was stretched across your face as the two of your walked hand in hand, both excited for what else he night had in store. 

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The Slip Up, Part One

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Virgin Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: Two years you had worked with Javier Peña, and it had been two years since your attraction to him started. What happens when at a work party you accidentally slip your secret to the man himself?

Warnings: 18+ SMUT mdni, no use of Y/N, age gap (25/40), plot, Javier and reader are friends and work together, smoking, alcohol consumption, reader has long hair and wears makeup, cheeky confessions, pet names, virgin!reader, innocent reader, Javier is a ladies man (obvs), kissing, F!oral, fingering, kinda public shenanigans?

Well well well what have we got here?? I’m so excited to share with you my first ever fic of the Javier Peña. I haven’t wrote about Javier before so please be easy on me 😰 (And it definitely won’t be the last 👀) This is going to be a two parter as it was getting so long 😭 Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍🫶🏼 Part Two

Taglist: @millercontracting @harriedandharassed @mumma-moonchild @chyannealaniz

Also a little shoutout to @schnarfer 🤍 for helping me with my tiny little breakdown I had whist writing this 🤣 so appreciative of you 🫶🏼

You’ve been working for the DEA in Bogotá, Colombia, for nearly two years, and you have known Javier Peña, your colleague, for the same amount of time, working with and for him as his former secretary. You would answer his calls that he’d regularly miss, whether out or in the office, too preoccupied with gathering and processing substantial evidence for cases. You’d file any primary documents that he’d lay on your desk and assign meetings to fit into his busy schedule. 

You were the one who’d keep his feet firmly on the ground when the office would stir and shake. You were the one who’d alleviate that pressure off his shoulders. You were the one who’d stop him from crumbling when things got too harsh.

Working for the DEA was a massive part of your life, and right now, with the underlying issues and risks, it had to be. It was a demanding workplace, and the office held a lot of tension: the buzzing of printers, the constant ringing of telephones, and people rummaging and rushing around one another. The office held immense pressure and enormous responsibility, with everyone performing their duty with focus and determination. 

But behind all the stress came the reward, the pride. You knew people wanted justice for anything they’d set their mind and body to. To help make the world a better place where people shouldn’t worry. 

And if you hadn’t accepted the offer two years ago, you wouldn’t have had the experience of working in this sort of environment, and you wouldn’t have met the man who would eventually change everything for you.

Whether it was for good or bad, you hadn’t quite figured that out just yet. 

🖤🖤 Two Years Ago 🖤🖤

Anxiety. That was the first emotion you detected when the words fell from your boss's lips. You were apprehensive and too anxious about being offered an open secretary position at the US Embassy in Bogotá. Having to move across the country and live for however long you needed to in Columbia. You’d never been to a place that wouldn’t have taken your interest if it wasn’t for the job. And to fly out there all on your own.

Your hometown was all you had ever known: walking past the same streets, chatting with the same people and indulging in the same conversations. Your life had become this ongoing routine. It was repetitive, and deep down, you knew things had to change. 

You had been keen to move out of the US for a while, and your family and friends had come to notice it, too. From an early age, you were independent, eager to live a life without setbacks, a life you could be proud of, where you worked hard to get where you wanted to be.

So no longer than two weeks later, you said your last goodbyes to the people you loved and cared for the most, with your suitcase packed and your passport ready in hand, all set to bring on the new life waiting for you.

Walking into the Webb County Sheriff's Office for the first time was nerve-racking. You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears, a deafening sound, sweaty palms imprinting your visible anxiousness on the entrance door when you walked into the main office, seeing so many unknown faces. People you’d soon be close to, accompanied by, and surrounded by a workplace that was so foreign to you. You can feel the pressure, the twisting of your stomach as you hold tightly to your bag that hangs across your shoulder, nameless eyes and limbs ceasing to a standstill as people watch you walk past.

And in just a moment, you’re about to be introduced to your brand new co-worker.

Who in fact, took you completely by surprise.

He was much younger than you thought he’d be; you were guessing his late thirties or early forties. He seemed charming, and his stance was very open and welcoming. You noticed that he had the softest brown eyes, his skin tanned in colour, a moustache, and an intense nose that fitted his facial structure. 

Your breath hitches when you eye his figure; his shoulders are broad and covered in a black leather jacket with a white buttoned-up shirt underneath and washed-out blue jeans that were incredibly snug on his thighs and waist area. 

Wait, what were you doing? Have you just checked out your work colleague? 

“Javier Peña. I’d like you to meet your new secretary.” 

You give him a warm smile and gently introduce yourself, praying your nervousness and instant attraction to him were unseen as you kindly shake his open and outstretched hand. You grasp him with a firm, confident grip, and the tingle left behind when he pulls back travels across and up your arm and down your spine. His touch feels homely, his hands large and enveloped in your own. 

His tone breaks the silence between you both with words that mean to comfort. “It’s nice to meet you darlin. And welcome to Bogotá.”

“Thank you, sir,” you muster up. “I’m excited to be working alongside you.”

Javier smiles widely at you. A smile that makes your stomach churn, and your cheeks blush a crimson red.

“I’ll leave you both to it. If you need anything, Javi, just let her know. She’ll be outside there and ready for you.”

Javier nods at the receptionist, giving her a thank you as she walks out of his office, closes the door on her way out, and leaves you alone. 

“Please. Sit down,” Javier says, pointing to the chair opposite his own. “I just wanna start by going through a few things with you. To get you up to date with what’s going on around here. Get you used to everything.”

“Thank you, sir,” you repeat, settling yourself on the chair and resting your bag alongside it.

Javier looks at you with a teasing expression. “Okay, first things first. You don’t have to call me sir, darlin. Please, call me Javi.”

From your minor introduction, you immediately felt something you couldn’t quite put your finger on with Javier. Something remote and unexplored, and you didn’t know if it excited or scared you. How your brain had turned into mush, your throat swallowing all self-possession and thighs subconsciously clenching together.

Even after two years, you still felt it, and it was something that Javier would never come to be acquainted with.

Well, that’s what you think.

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Being Javier’s secretary for as long as you had, you’d come to know him very well. He probably didn’t know it himself; being a persistent and overly busy man, you saw everything he got up to when he was here at the Embassy. You’d taken your time to watch him, to observe and understand parts of him and his personality, and that was both inside and outside of work.

Javier was good-hearted. He was bounteous and made you feel like you were part of the team from the beginning. He was a hard worker, and the two of you had gotten close from all the time you shared with one another. Being around each other for a long time, you had become good friends.

But with Javiers overall kindness, he was also flirtatious, smooth in personality and someone you’d call a ‘ladies' man’. Everyone knew Javier had made his way around certain women in the department. Whether the woman was new to the job or had been in the embassy a while, or even if he had only known them thirty minutes when you’d go out together for a few drinks after work. You knew he paid women generously to get secretive information out of them to help with his cases, and obviously because he wanted a quick and easy fuck. This had become a pattern and was Javier's strategy; he had been this way before you had even started.

A girl like you could never change him, could you?

He would sometimes arrive late at work with a lipstick mark on his collar and a purplish bruise on the crevice on his neck. The indistinct linger of cheap women’s perfume clinging tightly to his shirt. Possibly vanilla-scented? No, it definitely smells fruity this time. But whatever it is, it makes your head spin, it’s overpowering, and it makes bile fill up your throat, threatening to spew over.

You’d happen to notice it all, and you couldn’t help yourself, already held down deep by him. All of him.

What made it worse was he was never like this with you. Not romantic and never flirty, never using his charm to add you to his list of women he’d fucked in the department, only asking if you wanted to join him for a drink to extend the night when you both wouldn’t need to worry about work the next day. He’d always have you questioning yourself: Why wasn’t he like that with you? What was it about you that he maybe didn’t like? Why had he fucked most women and leave you with wondering thoughts? Yeah, you technically ‘worked‘ for him, but he wasn’t a boss in the department. And his role hadn’t stopped him from trying it on with women higher in rank than him.

You couldn’t help but feel envious of the woman he’d talk to, the woman who’d sit in the passenger seat of his jeep as he drove off, the desks he’d perched his full weight one as he’d compliment their nails, their hair and clothes. The way he’d brush a loose strand of hair behind their ears. You’d hear what they’d say behind closed doors. How incredible he was in bed, how he was the best fuck they’d ever had. How sweet and gentle he could be or rougher if intended.

You wanted him. Indefinitely more than he’d ever want you. And it hurts you more than the last.

You knew his coffee order and how he wouldn’t even take a sip if it had too much cream. You knew that on Thursdays, he wore that pink button-up shirt that you secretly adored on him so much. You knew he’d get a little line across his forehead when he was stressed, how he’d pick at his bottom lip and fiddle with the curls on the nape of his neck when he couldn’t quite figure something out.

Sometimes, you’d even wonder if it was love that you felt for him. No, it couldn’t be. How could you be in love with a man who wouldn’t love you? Who wouldn’t look at you the way you looked at him? Whose hands you wouldn’t ever feel glide across your naked skin. Who’s lips, which you’d never have, faintly brushed along your own, his voice singing delicate praises in your ear, telling you that he did like you back and that he finally wanted something. Something with you.

No man had made you feel this way. That’s why you knew your feelings differed from anything you’d ever experienced. Javier had shown you kindness when life was tough and days were new and scary. You appreciated him thoroughly, and simply knowing him was an experience in itself.

At 25, you’d never known what it was like to be with someone so intimately, what it would be like to have someone sexually. Someone so bare. You wanted to, of course, but life, work, and Javier had got in the way. So for now, you’d reel in your imagination, picturing yourself in a moment of intimacy and how every time you did, Javier was the man who was giving it to you, experiencing it with you for the first time. 

Your fingers would pull an orgasm from you so easily when Javier was the only man on your mind—racing you to that peak where your back would arch off creased bedding, thighs clamping and shivering, your breath cut off and replaced with only his name.

Javier Javier Javier. 

You felt stupid. You knew you were giving yourself false hope and wasted time. It had been two years, and so far, your feelings were kept closed and hidden, too afraid of the rejection you knew would come soon after.

Because you knew that Javier would never be like that, Javier wasn’t a man who settled down with someone and added feelings to an already hectic life. Javier ran away from emotions the second they crept up on him, cutting people off when they got too close.

So you just watched. Taking a moment to yourself to admire him. He’s sat at his desk with piles of paper and files stacking higher and higher. His fingertips rub the tenderness of his temples as thick, heavy smoke puffs cover the air while he smokes his third cigarette of the day. Steve’s sat opposite him, both deep in conversation, with Steve pointing to the pinboard that displays evidence and connections to possible outcomes. 

You cherish these moments, spying on him from afar. Those soft hazel eyes furrowed in concentration, his plush lips wrapped around the cigarette's tip. You can hear his laugh when his mouth perks upwards, and every so often, he’d lick his thumb, revealing that subtle glimpse of his tongue, the calloused digit shiny from his saliva as he turns the file pages over. Turning them over and over and over. Thinking what it would be like to feel his tongue on your—

“You coming to the work party tomorrow?” Melissa asks casually. 

Your body jumps in your chair as she breaks you out of your trance, plopping herself on the corner of your desk with a hand flat on the wood to keep herself secure, legs crossed as she peers down at you. 

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she adds, wiping her finger across your bottom lip, “just gonna remove that drool pooling from your mouth.” 

You groan at her teasing and pull your head away, “Really, Melissa? I wasn’t even staring, so don’t start.” 

Melissa was the only woman, well, as you know of, who knew about your infatuation and crush on Javier. After you’d confessed it to her on a very drunken night at a bar one weekend, stomach full and head wavy from an overly sweetened gin and tonic. You remember how she looked at you with widened eyes and revelation. The one thing she never did from your confession was judge you, which you appreciated. She knew of Javi's tendencies, and she had said very honestly that you shouldn’t go near him, that he was only going to break your heart if you delved into your feelings too much, even though it hurt you. You knew she was right.

But then she wanted you to enjoy yourself, get yourself out there, and be more open. What could possibly go wrong with a feelings-free hookup?

“So?” she waits, “you gonna come?”

“I don’t know Melissa,” you reply back.

She gives you a sly smirk, “Well, I think you should come. Go on, enjoy yourself for once. You can wear that dress we brought at the mall last week.” 

Your mind goes back to that day. Melissa had pushed and pushed and practically begged you to buy this dress until moments later, you left the store with a bag in hand and a damaged purse.

She leans her weight down so her face is close to yours, “Javi’s gonna be there.”

You’re fiddling with your pen, twirling it around your fingers and thinking. Of course Javier was going to be there, he’d never miss an opportunity to drink at the job. And if he was going, you were.

“Fine,” you ultimately give in. “I’ll be there.”

“Atta girl.” Melissa praises. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hun.” She gives you a wink before walking back to her desk, leaving you with tomorrow's public gathering pondering through your mind.

🖤🖤 The Next Day 🖤🖤

Today was a day free from work life and you had spent the majority of your time locked away in your apartment, gathering yourself and getting things prepped and ready for the works party that was only a couple hours away; you started off by having a deep cleansing shower, then blow drying your hair and styling it in soft bouncy curls that rested against your back, then adding a light layer of makeup and finishing off with some perfume and your outfit of choice. A long black tight fitting dress with black stiletto heels.

You look at yourself in the mirror, head tilting to the side, glancing at your attire as you patiently wait for your taxi to arrive. The material you wore accentuated you curves and brought out the colour in your skin. You stare at your back in the reflection and your eyes are met with bare skin, the fabric low cut and finishing just at your lower back.

The dress was beautiful, and you wonder if a certain someone tonight might think the same way.

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You arrive back at work a hour later, the sound of your heels clacks across marble flooring as you walk through the entrance of the Embassy and down the hall. The vibration of music is loud and the chatter of people gets closer and closer, your anxiety about what the evening will entail already settling in.

You can see people drinking, how they’re laughing and bickering to one another. Your co-workers are dressed in formal attire, there’s woman in dresses and men in blazers, and there are people everywhere. They’re everywhere you turn, and there’s some faces you’ve never seen before. Probably parters or dates that have been invited as plus ones.

You stand there with that same well known anxiousness. It continues to pour out and you’re desperate for someone to come save you, to pull you into the swing of things and make you feel not so abandoned. So lost in the familiarity of it all.

Melissa’s across the room and her eyes brighten up when she sees you, skipping and scooting around the crowds of people to get to you, giving you a quick smile and a peck on the cheek. 

“Knew that dress was a good idea. You look fucking ravenous hun.”

That apprehension you felt ceases and you actually laugh, trying to hide the radiance that flutters across your features from her remark. 

“And you don’t look too bad yourself,” you say, eyes observing her own outfit.

“I know,” she teases and gives you a wink, her hands bringing you further into the room and handing you an alcoholic drink. Well needed.

You and Melissa chat to one another for a while. You’re both a few glasses into the night and the conversation between you goes smoothly, talking about life outside work and everything general. Melissa goes silent for moment and her eyes clock to the side of your shoulder so quickly you don’t immediately catch on, but whatever she saw has her grinning back at you.

Her lips pull up and ghost near your ear, voice vamped over the speakers. “I think someone’s liking this dress a little bit more than me.”

A faltering expression falls over your face and your own eyes avert and follow her stare, twisting your head around until you lock eyes with the person in question.

And of course, it had to be Javier Peña.

He’s already looking right at you. His shoulder perched on the wall over and across the room from where you’re standing. He was accompanied by the new receptionist. Of course. Who had started a couple weeks back. His legs were crossed over and he had a cigarette settled in his one hand and a beer bottle held firmly in the other.

Javier would usually be quick with it, with his tendencies. Winning her over with his slick charm and confidence. But this time he was ignoring anything she had to say, his eyes occupied with something more to his liking.

You.

You match his open attraction and give him that same look back because, why the fuck not? Your gaze following his face and peering down lower at his body.

He looked incredible; he wore a smart white button up shirt that was rolled halfway up his arms, showing his gorgeous golden brown tanned skin. He had tucked his shirt into dark navy jeans and paired them with a black belt, matching it with his typical black leather jacket perched over his one shoulder.

Javier had been eyeing you up for a while, and right now he doesn’t seem to want to keep his desirability for you hidden. His stare is fully distinct and you yourself can’t look away. It makes your body feel giddy, your skin hot as you dig your fingers into your palms. The girl he’s talking to is clearly getting aggravated as she knocks his shoulder, regaining his attention on her once again.

You pull your focus back onto Melissa and she tells you that she’s grabbing another drink and that she’ll be back soon. You give her a small nod, watching her walk away.

What was that moment you and Javier just shared together? You couldn’t be overthinking, could you? You know that intimate look from Javier anywhere, but seeing it on you, targeting you makes every hair on your body stand up.

A voice beside you breaks you out of your withering conscience, and you swiftly turn your head to the interruption.

“How’s your night going so far sweetheart?” Steve questions, his voice strident and raised so he could be heard above the music and gossip.

You show him a tender smile. “Yeah it’s going okay,” you simply reply back, “it’s fine. You enjoying yourself?”

“Going alright,” he says, washing down his words with the remains of his warm and flat beer, lifting the bottle up to his lips and eyeing the busy crowd.

“What y’doing stood over here all on your lonesome?” Steve adds.

You don’t reply. Fuck you must look so sad and lonely if Steve’s come over here to ask you how you are. You look down at your champagne glass, bubbles spreading across the surface before finishing off the rest of the orangey zest flavour in one full swig. Your face winces.

“Was talking to Melissa just a bit ago,” you reply back. “Said she’s just grabbing another drink.”

Unconscious to you, your attention is averted back to Javiers, eyes glazing and clouded over from the intense stare. Steven narrows his eyes and follows your observation, until he leans down to you, his tone low and soft. “Why don’t you get your ass over there and talk to him.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shoulder stiffening in interrogation, “talk to who?”

He looks at you dumbfounded, pointing with his pinky finger into the opposite direction, trying not to make his motions too obvious. “Javi,” he simply says, like it’s a completely clear conclusion. “Come on. Don’t tell me your little crush on him wasn’t noticeable.”

Well shit.

“W-what do you mean?” You stutter, a tense chuckle mixing in with your intonation. “No I don’t. We’re just friends Steve. Why would you think—”

“Sweetheart. You don’t think I see the way you look at him. You ain’t very good at hiding it. It’s written all over your face.”

Your chest feels tight, needle like thorns prickling at your throat and cheeks swelling. You’re panicking from the inside out. If Steve knew, how many others did? Fuck what about Javi?

There’s no point in hiding it from Steve now, so instead of arguing you accept defeat, asking him the question you don’t even know you want the answer to.

“Does Javier know?”

Steve’s eyes dart down at you, “I think we both know Peña’s not the best at seeing things like that. So, I’m afraid that’s a definite no.”

Does his statement give you that sense of relief? Do you feel your heart race decrease to a normal pace knowing that even through Steve knew, nothing would change on Javiers end.

Steve saw the way you looked at his partner, to your unascertained eye. He’d see how your stance would stall whenever he was near, how your gaze would linger on him for far too long, how you’d become a nervous wreck when he’d complement you. And how every time, devastation would rush over you when he’d walk out the bar, with a woman hugged under his shoulder. A women he barely knew. A women who’s name would be forgotten the next morning he woke.

Steve was a good man, and he was good to you, being there for you just like Javier had been. But unlike Javier, Steve was capable of attempting to fix people emotions, so when his arm wraps snug over your shoulder, you know that’s exactly what he’s trying to do.

“You think you’ll ever say anything to him?” Steve inquires, “maybe tell him how you’re feeling?”

You stare at Javier again but only briefly this time. Seeing how he’s back to giving the girl next to him his full attention, and that motion right there, is why you will never say anything.

“No. I don’t think so Steve. I think we can both see how’s he’s pretty occupied right now.” 

Steve let’s out a huff, yeah you were right. Typical Peña. Steve tugs at your arm. “Alright then. Come with me. Don’t want you sulking the whole night. We’re gonna have a few drinks.”

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You’d definitely had a few drinks. Eyelids heavy, body swaying to the song playing and you can feel the alcohol run through you. It’s relaxing, it’s stress free as it heats you up, unravelling the nerves that clutched tightly to your skin since you first walked through the doors, and ever since Javier had looked at you the way that he did.

You actually began to feel…good. Great. Energised. And it was just what you needed to get Javier out of your thoughts, to think about something else entirely, to end your night on a positive.

Steve talks to you about how him and Connie are getting on. He mentions how life is outside work, how his family is back home and the enthusiasm in his voice makes your chest pull, but this time in a happy way. It’s nice to see how well he’s doing, watching how his face lights up when he says that him and Connie have officially settled down. 

He talks about how certain cases are going, that him and Javi are getting closer to something big. You don’t mention anything about him bringing Javier into the conversation, because you know how passionate and devoted Steve is to his job, how much effort he puts into his time here.

With all the good Steve gives you, your time together is about to end.

“Uh honey. He’s coming over.” Steve says abruptly, adverting his gaze so his eyes look down as he fiddles with the head of his beer bottle. Steve’s easily able to communicate back to you with just his stance, and it’s not long until someone else joins in on your conversation.

“Nice to see you enjoying yourself,” Javier says to you. 

You give him a confident smile as your stare falls down to his lips. You can see the ends of his moustache are slightly wet from the alcohol he’s been drinking. Fuck what are you doing? Your eyes quickly look away as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I am,” you comment truthfully. “Thank you Javi.”

His eyes follow down your body. Now that he’s close to you he can fully admire your dress in all its glory. “And this dress…”, he proclaims, looking up at you again with a smirk, “you do look really beautiful tonight hermosa.”

It’s right there, those words, virtually hanging right on the tip of your tongue. ‘And it’s all for you Javi, it’s always been for you’ you want to say. But instead, you reply back with another thank you Javi.

Javier opens his mouth to talk to Steve, but Steve’s already once step ahead, “I’m gonna go and grab another beer,” he buts, “don’t have too much fun while I’m gone.”

Steve’s off before you can react, his body disappearing into the flurry of people. Leaving you and Javier alone. Great.

“It’s nice to see you let loose cariño,” Javier says, “always working too hard for me aren’t you. I like seeing you like this. Enjoying yourself.”

Javiers cockiness always finds a way to shine through, his dark brown eyes sparkling whimsically.

“Well I have to Javi,” you retort, sarcasm hidden behind your words. “It’s my job to work hard.”

“Yeah I know I know,” he teases. “Still. You’re too good to me.”

You subconsciously clench your thighs together, his words having a massive effect on you, palms flattening out the creases in your dress that rested across your stomach.

“So…,” Javier continues, “come on your own tonight cariño?”

“I did indeed,” you say, and the words leave your lips more bluntly as you would have intended, pairing it with an over exaggerated smile.

His eyebrows furrow together as his hand falls into his front pocket, “you had any boyfriends while you’ve been here?”

You’ve endeavoured around conversations like this with Javier before, whether it was late at night when you’d both stay late in the office or after hours, and every single time you’d shrug off anything to do with your romantic life. 

Because there was no romantic life.

“I hope that ain’t coming across as rude darlin. I just never see you with anyone when we’re all out. Give me an update with how you’re settling in.”

You brush aside the hesitation in your voice, showing Javier that his question hadn’t bothered you. “Not really Javi. I mean, there’s been moments with some guys but work takes up a lot of my time. And I’m not really interested in anyone at the moment.” 

Big. Fat. Lie.

Javier’s stance shifts, watching you swallow that dishonesty, his eyes glistening and lips curling up, shooting you that too familiar look. “There is someone. Isn’t there?”

“No Javi,” you’re quick to protest. “There isn’t I promise. Just give it up please—”

Javiers quick to nudge in. “I knew it! Is it someone in the office? Go on, who’s the lucky fella?”

You laugh at him awkwardly, “Javi stop it. It’s…it’s nothing serious so just drop it.”

He’s chuckles back at you, adoring the way you always fluster and get agitated when he questions anything about you. Quietness falls between the two of you for a moment, and your body jumps forward when his hand rests on your lower back, touching your bare skin, softly stroking you with his thumb.

“Why are you like that?” He asks, and you can hear how genuine he’s trying to be, the care flowing from each syllable.

Your brains working on multiple tasks; Javiers just asked you a question but how the fuck are you supposed to answer with his hands on you. With nothing in the way. Skin to skin.

“W-why am I like what?” That’s what he said, wasn’t it?

“Always so jumpy around me. Cariño we’ve known each other long enough that you should feel comfortable when you’re around me.”

He’s right, where had your confidence gone? You can still feel the alcohol lingering and buzzing through your system, buts it’s unhelpful. It must be Javier himself, his presence. You turn your body to him, huffing of your honesty, “you…you just make me nervous sometimes Javi.”

“Come on,” he sounds shocked, “what do I do that makes you so nervous.”

“I don’t really know why. You just do.” You know why. “Why are you asking me this anyway.”

He shrugs, “wanna know why so we can get past it. Can’t keep having you on edge around me can we. So go on, enlighten me,” he challenges.

Well maybe it’s because I like you Javier. That every single time I look at you I wish you’d look at me the same way. And even though I’ll never have you, it doesn’t stop me from wanting you as badly as I do right now.

He’s looking at you like you’ve told him something so unforgiving, his body frozen and his eyes widened in a state of surprise. You’re suddenly confused, and why is he looking at you like that? You haven’t even said anything—

“Fuck,” you spurt out, “did I—shit did I just said that out loud.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah you did.”

A cold wave of dread washed over your body and you pray that the ground would just swallow you whole. You want to run away and never look at his face again. You’re embarrassed, you’re dumb. And so fucking stupid. Your confessions just fallen so easily from your lips that you haven’t even registered it. 

Javi’s voice is weak, “Cariño. I…listen. You—,”

You palm meets his chest, stopping anything else that was threatening to spew over the two of you. “Don’t say anything Javier. Just…I’ve had a lot to drink okay so… please ignore anything I’ve just said. I don’t. None of it was true so don’t worry.”

Javier tries to carry on this mess that’s unraveling, but you’re too overcome with emotion you turn yourself away from him.

“I’m gonna head off,” you say, foggy eyes looking at the clock on the wall, “my taxis probably outside waiting for me.”

You place your empty wine glass on a table closest to you and move towards the entrance door. You can hear Javier call out your name but you can’t stop your feet as you try not to trip over yourself, the alcohol in your system not helping your situation. You don’t even look back, too afraid that if you look into Javier’s eyes, that look of rejection will have your life crumbling to a stop.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It’s been exactly one week since you’d woken up with that raging headache, body aching and stomached weakened from acidic liquid, that sickening feeling gradually pooling up your throat, ready to spill over. How much did you drink? Surely it wasn’t a lot? The morning after the party you were grateful that your shift was later in the day, because the second you woke up, you felt like shit. It wasn’t until you pulled your body out of bed to swallow a whole glass of water with some aspirin, and forcing a few slices of toast down with it that last night’s happening would creep back into your memory. 

And holy fucking shit.

It had to be a dream. A dream that you could erase and never be reminded of again. There was no way in hell you had confessed how you truly felt about Javier to the man himself. That after two long years, your secret had finally come climbing to the surface. 

It hurt, and what made things worse was that you knew it going to come out eventually. But in a hazily and drunken confrontation was the last way you pictured it going. Javier was your friend, you worked for him and you had stepped way over the line. You had ruined that strictly professional relationship, that friendship between you both and now you had to work along side him. To see him everyday.

Yeah, you were well and truly fucked.

And that’s why you avoid Javier as much as possible, which for you was going to be a difficult task, as you were his god damn secretary. If he was coming your way you’re going the opposite direction soon after. You hadn’t gotten him his usual coffee you’d get on the way to work for him alongside your own. You hadn’t been out with work colleagues for a drink, knowing indefinitely that he’d be tagging along. If you had received new information, you’d tell Steve, not him. The minute the clock ticks at five, you wouldn’t stay back like you would usually do, you’d head for the door and straight home. You know this embarrassment will come around sooner or later, but if you can avoid it for now, fuck you’re going to do your best to.

You can tell Javier wants to talk to you. You know he wants to go back to that conversation that you left so abruptly. But right you just can’t. You can’t go back to knowing that his dismissal is waiting around the corner, yourself feeling ashamed of your petty and drunken words.

You make your way into the filing room and start by sorting out new documents that had been placed on your desk early this morning. You rip off the post it note that hanged loosely on the top of the pile, the neon note saying ‘please section in order’ ogling back at you. You can make out that writing anywhere. Everywhere you turn he’s always one step ahead, inhabiting all aspects of work life.

Your memory takes you back to the hours you’d spend in here with him, just enjoying the quiet and serenity and simply just…each other.

“I come in here when I need a minute,” Javier says, placing a file in it’s designated spot, “just to get away from it sometimes. Just to be on my own. You know, when shit in this place gets too much.”

You’d treasure that day. Just you and him, having him all to yourself while the world was running wild and crazy around your heads, having him talk about things and stuff he wouldn’t usually talk about, and just being so open with you. Only you.

You brush the memory off, back to regaining attention on the task in hand, with eyes averted down when suddenly the door opens and softly closes behind you. The sound so discreet and barely above a whisper.

Without warning, a sense of heat radiates on your back, a delicate warmth and you turn yourself around, a startled yelp leaving your now parted lips, hands forcefully clutching onto your heavily banging chest.

The face you’re met with breaks your heart.

Javier looked tired, his face was flushed and parts of his hair were hanging out of place, like he’d ran his fingers through it, frustrated. His eyes could paint a thousand pictures, the brown in them becoming lost, unrecognisable, looking at you with an apologetic expression.

Your voice quavers, “fucking hell Javi. Don’t sneak up on me like that. You scared the shit out of me.”

He always finds a way to make you jump and a tight smile pulls on his face from your reaction, a smile that you can see holds more than amusement.

“Sorry darlin,” he apologises, “didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You nod at him in forgiveness, twisting your body around so you’re now facing away from him. Again.

“Anything y’need in here Javi? Thought it was your day off today.”

You can’t bear to look over your shoulder, you can already feel your eyes welling up, how pathetic. The salty tears threatening to pour down your cheeks, leaving a mark of pity on your skin, the wavering sound in your voice prominently giving you away. 

“I am off,” he says, “just needed to pop in and collect a few things.”

You hum at his words, don’t you dare give yourself away. You move stacks and files of paper around to keep yourself occupied, anything to stop your emotions getting the better of you.

Javier doesn’t leave. “I came here looking for you too actually,” he adds. “Wanted to have a chat.”

Fuck, here it comes.

By the way you haven���t replied and the way the room is surrounded by silence, Javier carries on. “I know you’ve been avoiding me darlin. And about the other night last week I—“

“Please Javier,” you intervene. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“Well I wanna,” he states, “we can’t keep going on like this, it’s awkward and uncomfortable and I don’t like it.”

And all because of you. You’ve made it awkward. You’ve made it uncomfortable.

He lightly rests his hand on your upper back, “cariño—“

“What d’you want me to say Javi?” You interrupt him, turning back around so you’re both parallel, “you want me to say that everything I said was true? Huh? Is that what you want? Well it was true. And yes, I’m fucking embarrassed about it.”

He shuffles himself away, unexpected from your hurried outburst, “let me speak. Please.” 

How have you become so breathless? You can feel your nails digging into your palms, leaving marks and indents in your skin. A remembrance. Your chest is pounding and hands shaking with adrenaline.

Javier huffs out a sigh, “why didn’t… fuck why didn’t you say anything? I may of looked or acted surprised and it’s because I was. I had no fucking idea and that’s the honest truth. I never expected…”

Gathering enough courage in yourself, you look up at him, praying that he’ll carry on with whatever he’s about to say, to rip this two year old bandaid right off and give you air to breath, to put an end to your ongoing misery.

Instead, he cups your face in his palm, fingers dancing across your jaw. Javier’s never touched you like this, and the warmth you instantly feel sparks all over your skin.

He follows your gaze with a guilt-ridden stare. “Hermosa,” he utters quietly. “Why didn’t you say anything.”

Your lips part in delay, ready to explain yourself. “I-I couldn’t handle the rejection Javi. And we work together it’s so inappropriate, and well…you’re you and I’m me. I’ve liked you for a while and I just knew if I said anything that you’d say no.”

His eyes look deeper into you, like he’s thinking or perhaps, contemplating.

“It’s not a case of no cariño. This isn’t how I do things. Shit—I ain’t a good man. You’re too good for me and I can’t mess things up with you.”

You bow your head at him in understanding, head falling further into his palm. Wait, what does he mean by his first statement?

“You wouldn’t have said no?”

Javier pauses as his feet move closer, his body towering above you. He’s visibly much taller than you and the courage you have to muster up to look up at him is formidable.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” he states.

“But the other women,” you look across to the door, “you’re always…you’ve never been like that with me.”

There it is. That admission. Having confessed how you’d noticed how Javier acted with other women, and how after so long you’d wanted it to be you.

“I know. But you’re not those other women querida. You never were.”

The both of you stay silent, gazing at each other, inhaling in one another’s air, chests so near that if you move an inch closer, just ever so slightly…your body would be pushed up and touching his.

His thumb moves from your cheek and across your face, landing on your bottom lip. Your mouth parts in surprise, your heavy breath coating his finger that starts to slowly rub side to side.

His eyes drop down to your lips, his eyelids becoming hooded, lustful.

“And after all this time, I thought you were just shy.” 

You whimper at his words, and Javier can sense the tension drifting away, his comment and touch becoming affective. Having dreamt of his digits against your skin and face, his fingertips gliding over the plushness of your mouth. It’s close, so so close that you could take it into your mouth, to taste him, to swirl your tongue around him and suck.

“But instead it was the complete opposite…,” his tone lower in octave, “wasn’t it hermosa.”

You can’t speak, voice lost and unforgivable as he gives you a subtle glimpse of divulged seduction.

“Tell me querida,” he whispers in a soft command, “is that what you want? You want me all to yourself?”

With thighs clenched together you give in, a rising pressure felt yearning in your core. “Fuck Javi…” you whine, “yes. Yes I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

He leans his face down, his mouth now level with yours and pulls your face just a smidge with his thumb and index finger on your chin, until finally his mouth touches yours. Yourself instantly embracing him.

You’ve kissed a few men, and that had been a long time ago. They had been rushed, forceful holds and overall disappointing, but you knew the second Javiers lips landed on top of yours, that it would never be like those other times. 

He starts off with gentle pecks, each one lasting longer than the previous, and only when Javier senses no hesitation on your behalf, he pulls your mouth in deeper, his tongue licking across your lips as an invitation, and you grant him access so willingly.

His arm wraps around your frame, hugging your waist as his other hand grips the shelf behind you, pushing your back flushed and up against it while still keeping your lips glued to his.

His tongue maps out the inside of your mouth. He taste like cigarettes and minty toothpaste, and the taste is overwhelmingly addictive. Like your own personal drug. You want more. You begin to copy his actions until the both of your tongues are dancing with one another, a small but noticeable moan swimming down his throat.

Javier draws back and kisses the skin on your jaw and the dip of your neck, his voice mumbled. “Christ querida you taste so fuckin’ sweet. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that.”

You peer up at him with lustful eyes, fingers tugging on his shirt to keep yourself upright. “Me too Javi. I want—”

You don’t particularly know what you’re asking for. You know you want to continue kissing him, but if that throbbing that you feel in between your legs isn’t released, you think you’ll pass out.

“What is it cariño?” He asks, “you want me to show you what I’ve wanted to give you after all this time?”

In response you clash his lips back down onto yours and Javier sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. His one hand threads though your hair and the others at the seam of your skirt, fingers ruffling the tight material up your hips, and only until your own tries to stop his motions.

You’re panting, fighting against the lifting of your skirt, trying to keep it down and in place. “Fuck Javier wait. Jus’—just stop for a second.“

Which his does, stopping his greedy movements immediately, pulling both his mouth and hands away. His lips are swollen and hold a reddish hue, shining with the mixture of saliva, and the image only makes your situation worse.

“You okay? What is it? You don’t want—“

“No,” you’re active to protest. “Wait not no as in— yes I do. I’ve wanted this. I want this. It’s just…well, I’ve never actually…”

His eyebrows raise, “you’ve never?”

Please don’t make me say it, you think. Please don’t make me say it. Can he see how his questions made the hairs on your arms prick up? Can he recognise that innocence shine in your pupils?

And by the way his eyes widen, he may of just got it.

“Like at all?”

Your eyes shut in embarrassment, cheeks hot and humid as your stand small and hopeless in front of him. You inch your skirt that was creased on your thighs lower, wishing your clothes would hide the inexperience and bashfulness. Javier, the man’s who’s known around the embassy as being a womaniser, who’s fucked more woman than he can count on both hands, is stood over you. A woman, who has no knowledge about intimacy.

What could be more embarrassing than that.

“Hey,” Javiers speaks. “Cariño, look at me.”

Your eyes flood when you stare back, his features covered in empathy and compassion. “You know that’s okay, don’t you,” he says truthfully. “No need to feel embarrassed by it. We all gotta start somewhere.”

“I know Javi, “you agree, “but I’m 25 and I should have—.”

“Shhh,” Javier interrupts, “none of that hermosa.”

His voice is calm, reassuring and earnest. Mind analysing your own words. “Do you want it to be me?” He interjects, “is that what you’re trying to say?”

You nod your head at him, yes. God yes.

Javier tucks a loose strand of hair over your ear, “we don’t have to do anything right now. Not if you don’t want to.”

You’re quick to assure him. “I-I do Javi. I really do. I want it to be you. It’s just, I’m not really…I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

Visible to you, that sets a fire in Javier. He likes your purity, your innocence, and you can see by the way his pupils dilate to black, hiding that chocolatey brown that would usually flourish through them.

“So say it,” Javier directs, “what is it you want right now. You’re in charge cariño. We’ll go at your pace.”

And again, you don’t really know. “I want anything.”

Javiers grin is pure sin. “Anything?” He interrogates. “Well what would you say if I wanted to get down on my knees right now and eat that pretty pussy of yours. Would you like that hermosa?”

Holy. Shit.

Your back arches in anticipation, your cunt clenching from his filthy mouth and suggestion. “Fuck Javi. Yes please. Yes I want that.”

Javier kisses you again with fervor, trailing his marks down your covered body until his knees hit the carpet floor, shuffling your pencil skirt up so it rests comfortably on your hips, his face now level with your clothed core, shielded by your tights and panties.

“Mmm so pretty querida. Tell me, has anyone ever kissed you here?”

You lick you lips, hands resting on top his shoulders, whimpering out a simple no. No one’s ever touched me or kissed me there.

Javiers quick to soothe. “You just relax for me cariño. If anything I do doesn’t feel good or pleasant you let me know. This is for you, okay?”

You bow your head at him as he drags the last remains of material off, the fabric now pooling at your feet. This is the first time a man’s seen you so openly, and you can feel a tingle when the breeze hits your swollen clit. You know you’re already wet, very wet. Your neglected folds covered in your arousal and evident and right in front of him, glistening and eager, ready for whatever he wants to give you.

Javier can see how your panties are completely ruined, bringing them up to inspect before popping them in his back pocket. “This may be your first time doing this cariño. But fuck your pussy’s so ready for it. You’re so fucking wet for me.” 

Javi brings his middle finger up to your wet folds and your knees instantly buckle underneath you, your hands reaching out to the shelves at the sides to keep you up.

“H-holy fuck. Javi—”

Javier hoists your one leg over his shoulder, hands gripping the flesh of your bare thigh to hold you steady.

He pulls on your hood, your clit pulsing and he pokes his tongue out, flicking the muscle on your needy bundle of nerves, giving you soft and delicate stokes as he gets you used to the new sensation.

“You still with me baby?” Javier checks in, “feeling alright?”

“Yes Javi just—please don’t stop. Fuck it feels so good.”

Javier contradicts, “I ain’t planning on stopping querida. Not until I feel this pussy come on my tongue.”

He gets back to it, moving his licks lower and lower into your folds, his nose catching your clit with each pull of his mouth, and the gesture has your fingers gripping into his hair and pulling at the base, causing Javier to hiss against your cunt.

It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before. You knew that it would feel good but this good? It’s feels fucking amazing. His tongues so warm, finding his way around your sensitivity, changing his motion when a certain spot has you whining out for him.

“Oh my god, Javi—,” you moan loudly.

“Shhh,” he mumbles, “gonna have to be quiet hermosa, don’t want anyone hearing or catching us do we?”

Through all the kissed and the touches and everything else, you had blatantly forgot that the door was open, and anyone could walk in. “Fuck Javier wait, someone could walk—“

“Already sorted that out doll,” he interrupts, “locked the door after I got in here.” This fucker.

You relax after his words, knowing nobody is going to walk in, to disrupt your inappropriate affair. But somehow you do like that excitement, that feeling of being caught, of being seen.

For someone’s who never done this before, the moment that ounce of pleasure flows through your body you do like to show it. The way you moan out for him, how you’re so confidently whimpering and pleading him. 

Javier starts to get hungry with it, lapping at your folds and clit with eager flicks and sucks and kisses as he brings his index finger up and teases your entrance, before slowly easing it into you.

Your walls clench around his finger tightly. You weren’t new to masturbation and had used your own to get yourself off, but Javiers finger was already becoming a slight stretch compared to yours.

“It’s okay,” he soothes. “Just breathe for me cariño. Need to open you up. Make sure you’re ready for when it’s time to take my cock.”

“Fuck o-okay. Just… go slow,” you whine, bringing your hand up to cover your open mouth with the back of your hand, muffling your vocal and desperate moans.

He slowly eases his finger in and out, just like you asked, and then switches to curving his digit in an upwards motion, hitting that spot inside that’s so euphoric and you whine into the air.

“You just can’t keep quiet can you.” And he fucking loves it. “Pussy feels too good you have to tell the whole office, don’t you hermosa.”

“I can’t—fuck I’m sorry Javi. It feels…god you feel amazing.”

At a slow pace he inserts another finger, his tongue mapping fixed circles on your bundle of nerves while he pushes in, the pleasure he’s giving you overcoming the stretch his fingers are pulling from you.

You look down at him. His hand squeezes the flesh of your thigh, his eyes fluttering closed and concentrated. You can feel his lips vibrate when he moans into your cunt, and it turns you on beyond belief that he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

You can feel it; your core starts to tingle, your lip quivers as Javiers name falls seamlessly from it, oh fuck Javi. yes Javi I’m so close. please don’t stop Javi. He pulls his mouth even closer to your cunt, swirling your hips to help hit your orgasm that’s threatening to spill over.

Javier barely removes his mouth from you, “that’s it querida. Tan buena chica. I can feel you’re close. Go on, let go for me.”

“Oh my god, Javi—”

His words tip you over the edge, your pussy let’s go and your orgasm ripples through you, your walls clenching down hard on his fingers as he continues his movements, your release dripping and drooling down his fingers and knuckles as he continues to play and flick your pulsating clit, making sure you experience every single part of it.

Once Javi knows that you’ve come down from your high, he removes his mouth and digits from your sensitive cunt, pulling himself up so he’s stood in front of you.

You look at him, his moustache and chin are covered in your orgasm as well as his fingers. He brings them up to his face and plops them into his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on yours as you watch him clean the remains of your taste off of them.

“You taste fucking sweet hermosa. If I knew this is what you were hiding from me, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

Your mouth finds his lips again, and it shocks him. You can just taste yourself as you kiss your way into his mouth, and you can feel your pussy become needy again. Wanting his cock inside you.

With a shaky hand you cup his bulge, and fuck he’s so hard. He feels thick and his jeans become even tighter and restrained. You squeeze his length and he moans into your mouth. 

Oh how the tables have turned.

You pull at his belt loops, fiddling with the buckle until Javier is quick to put a stop to your wondering hands.

You pout at him and he lets out a chuckle. “I ain’t gonna take your virginity in the filing room baby.”

No of course he isn’t. Even though you desperately want him to.

“When Javier? I don’t want to wait any longer.” You skin your fingertips over his crotch, “really really want you inside me.”

“Fuck querida,” Javier says, wrapping his hand around your wrist, “so needy now aren’t you. You want my cock inside you that bad? Want me to fill you up?”

“Mmm,” is all you can say, rubbing your bare pussy on his jeans.

“And I’ll give it to you baby,” he promises, “but not right now. Let me do this right, okay? Let me take my time with you.”

You smile at him. You’re not disappointed, because how could you be? Impatient? Definitely. Now you’ve become exposed to the newness of your shared sexual desires, you want it all. You want to learn everything. And you know it’ll come, but right now as he said, he wants to take his time with you.

And right now, you have all the time in the world.

Tysm for reading!🤍

🦋 Tan buena chica - such a good girl 🦋

[yokumirumerafan]

Reader who is their girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband, eeh partner/lover in general! Being their tsuguko who has huge big anger issues, think bakugo of mha lol. But their only kind to them, their master!

🩸 MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

He thinks your rage is entertaining.

Watches you explode on demons like it’s a blood opera 🎭

But when you turn to him all soft like “Are you okay, love?” 😇 Muzan.exe has stopped working.

Genuinely shocked by the duality but loves that you fear no one but treat him like a god.

🌑 KOKUSHIBO

Respects your power.

When you go feral during training, he nods stoically. “Control your emotions.”

But you turn around like “Sorry master 🥺 did I scare you?” He blushes under the hair.

Secretly likes your chaos. It balances his calm.

🌀 DOUMA

OBSESSED with your tantrums.

“Wahhh you’re so scary when you're mad~💞!”

He gets purposely annoying to watch you snap.

But when you’re like “Please rest well, my love…” MELTED. And not just from ice 🧊💀

🔊 AKAZA

YOU?? Angry like him??? Instant heart eyes 😳

The two of you scream at enemies together. Power couple behavior.

But when you wipe his wounds softly after training like “You did well.” He just stares… wondering what he did to deserve you.

—

🔥 RENGOKU KYOJURO

You go full rage-mode in training: “WHY IS THIS SWORD BENT!?”

He laughs warmly, unfazed: “SO MUCH PASSION! I LOVE IT!”

He knows you're a marshmallow inside.

“Only I get the gentle version of you? What an honor!” ☀️🥺

🕊️ GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Your fury is a contrast to his serenity.

He meditates while you're cussing out demons.

But when you hold his hand gently after a mission? He silently tears up. You're the only one he lets close like that.

💗 MITSURI KANROJI

“Eep! You’re scary sometimes!!” 😰

But she quickly hugs you after your rage fit.

Loves that you protect her fiercely, but are super sweet to her.

Calls you her “soft little firecracker” 💞

💢 SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

“HA! FINALLY someone with an attitude!”

You two fight like siblings but are loyal like soulmates.

If anyone hurts you? He explodes.

When you bandage his wounds like, “You dummy, be more careful.” He scowls but blushes HARD 😤❤️

🌊 GIYUU TOMIOKA

Doesn't say much when you’re angry. Just nods.

Actually lowkey enjoys the noise after his quiet days.

You're soft with him and he's confused but grateful.

“You… don’t yell at me?” “Never you. You’re my peace.” 🥺💙

🌫️ MUICHIRO TOKITO

You yelling? He forgets what you were even mad about.

He tilts his head like a cat while you rage.

“Huh? Oh. You’re done?”

But he secretly smiles when you calm down and ruffle his hair gently. “You did good today, master.” 🐈💨

🦋 SHINOBU KOCHO

“Wow~ you’re just like an explosive beetle.”

She finds your temper hilarious.

But when you bring her tea with a sweet smile after going berserk? “Awww you’re like a little tsundere moth~ 💜”

🌊 TENGEN UZUI

“SO FLASHY. SO LOUD. SO PERFECT!”

You two are chaotic AF together.

He loves how extra your temper is and thinks it’s sexy 😭

When you’re like “I made you dinner, my flamboyant love.” 💥 BOOM he proposes again.

🦌 OBANAI IGURO

“You’re yelling again…”

Acts grumpy but secretly thinks your rage is cute.

Kaburamaru hides behind his neck when you’re mad tho.

Soft moments when you adjust his bandages whispering “Only I get to see your eyes.” He melts into a snake puddle 🐍💗

—

⚡️ ZENITSU AGATSUMA

Scared at first like “AHHH PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!”

But then realizes you’re only sweet to him.

He becomes your #1 fan: “My angry baby only loves meee~ 💛”

Clings to your leg when you're mad. Dramatic duo energy.

🐗 INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

SCREAMING MATCHES.

You both fight like feral animals.

But when you kiss his forehead after a fight like “Good job, boar brain 💕” He’s STUNNED. You love him?? SOFTLY??? 😭

💥 BAKUGO– wait wrong anime 😂

🧱 GENYA SHINAZUGAWA

He sees himself in your rage.

Actually feels more connected to you when you get mad.

But when you kiss his scarred cheek after a mission? He goes red and turns away like “Tch. Stop bein’ nice, idiot…” But holds your hand the whole walk home 🥹

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Oh god, ok– so listen... You're gonna kill me.

Pac: Oh my god, why? 😰

Fit: I once had the Minecraft username 'Pac,' P-A-C.

Pac: Wh– For real?!? 😲

Fit: But I changed it to a different 3 letter name, N-E-S, because I wanted to make a joke that my two Minecraft accounts were 'Fit' and 'Nes.' So 'fitness.'

Pac: Fit, you had, at one point, the BEST nickname of all time!!! But like, 'Fit' is also a good nickname, so you fine.

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

What animal do you most resemble and why?

So just so yall know before you go to your piles. The animals in the pictures might not be the creature that you most resemble. I am using the Untamed Spirit Animal Oracle in this reading. Please take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new perspectives about yourself.

_________

PILE ONE

Astrology: Pisces, Sagittarius, Aries

Song: all i ever wanted by Mazie

Vibes: 🖤💙🔭✈️🕷🦋🕶🎓🐾🌏🌊🫐🍙🧊🎧♟🦽💎⛏🛋📘✒️💤♿️🔊♠️🏁

Cards: Lion, 5 of Cups, 7 of Wands, The Void, Karmic Relationships

Hi, pile 1! Welcome. These cards tell me you look most like a lion. I can see some of you have prominent noses that make your face very lion-like. All of you have the most piercing fierce eyes. I also see you have soft hands and nice nails that you probably get done regularly. You are legit gorgeous and you have this extensive hair routine you do almost every day. You might wear a bonnet to sleep or you have a silk pillow case to protect it. I can also see you are surprised by these compliments. You have some self-esteem issues that frustrate you a lot. These beliefs you have about your physical appearance are built around the opinions of others. First off, they only shit on you cus they are jealous. These cards have a weird undertone of relationships so I think maybe you had a partner at one point who was SUUUUPER jealous of how beautiful you are. Wow, they are pressed about it. They probably said some extremely mean things to you about your appearance that stick with you even though it doesn't look like they are around you anymore. I hear them saying you have RBF or something. You have literally nothing to feel insecure about my dear.. Like you complimented yourself in the mirror around this person and they like immediately tried to knock you down a peg. Dude, that person is SO ENVIOUUS. Don't listen to their words. You need to see through their words to the true emotions behind them. Don't let these jealous people dim you light, girl!!! Their words are not based on reality. It is distorted by their emotions. Just know when they look in the mirror all they hear is their momma tellin them they're ugly as fuck. They were just projecting their insecurities, baby.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Taurus, Leo, Aquarius

Song: Body Talks by The Struts, Kesha

Vibes: 💛🧡❤️💙🎁🧿💰🌅🏖🚦🚚🚎🎯🎭🏅🍹🫐🍂🌊🌈🌏🍁🐠🫂🤖🥶😰

Cards: Badger, 7 of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, The Seven Star Sisters, Jump In

Hey there, pile 2!! You have such an interesting energy. The animal you most resemble is the Badger. So from what I'm reading from the other cards this is less of a physical resemblance and more of an attitude resemblance. The way you hold yourself is like you do not give a fuck what anyone thinks about you. You had many people around you growing up who were considered "conventionally attractive" and for a long time, this bothered you. I think sometimes it does still bother you but you have grown your self-esteem a lot since you were little. You got tired of fighting for attention real quick. You realized how dumb the competition of appearance is and began to explore your expression more for fun rather than to fit in. You have a unique way of expressing yourself, especially with your make-up. Dark eye shadow is your signature look. It makes your already really unique eye color pop like nothing else. You dress very alternatively compared to your siblings and/or friends. The style does have a touch of whimsicalness to it too. I see some of the people who picked this pile have a curvy body type. You keep your hair short for the most part because it's easier to manage while short. You truly have such a fantastic head-turning style. I really do love your energy, my dear. Like, wow you are fucking awesome. I would have looked at you as a kid and wanted to look like you so bad.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Scorpio, Libra, Gemini

Song: The Middle by Jimmy Eats World

Vibes: 🤍🖤🔎🖋🧷📓🩺🔬🔌📷📼🎥🎹🎼🎤🎧🎬🌪🐚🪨🐇🕊🦢🐈‍⬛🕸🐰👟

Cards: Toad, Fox, 8 of Swords, 2 of Wands, Double Mission, Deep Cellular Healing

Oh, pile 3. This is gonna be a kind of shadow work-y kind of reading so just be prepared to be called out okay? Trigger warning for SA. You make yourself ugly on purpose. You hid your beauty from yourself. I dunno exactly what you do to hide it from others but I see you wearing clothes that keep your shape a secret. You do your make-up in a way that accentuates the dark cycles under your eyes. You make yourself look sick and dying. You force yourself to believe you resemble a Toad. I don't blame you, my friend. You went through something truly terrible that made you feel ugly so you express it outwardly constantly. You believe you are ugly because of what happened. What they did to you didn't taint your beauty, homie. You aren't dirty. You aren't hideous or unattractive naturally. You are so scared of what happened, happening again. It makes you put up these defenses in-order to feel safe. My friend you are already safe without these defenses. You might be doing way more harm than good, my friend. If you stopped hiding your true beauty from yourself, you would more resemble a Fox. These cards are encouraging you to heal from what happened to you mentally. Your reaction to what happened isn't wrong but you shouldn't destroy yourself because of how others treated you. You are stunning and so naturally gorgeous. I hear you saying that your feelings about what happened don't matter. That is a lie you tell yourself. That is a lie someone else told you. What happened to you was truly awful. What they did to you was disgusting but it doesn't make you disgusting. It makes THEM disgusting. What THEY did is disgusting. You are beautiful. You are so drop-dead, star-struck glamorous! You aren't a toad. You are a fox. Please embrace your authenticity because you deserve to feel good. You deserve to see your body for what it truly is.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Cancer, Capricorn, Virgo

Song: Honey And The Bee by Owl City

Vibes: 🤍💖💛🦦😜👄☀️👟🐁👙👑🎂🐱🐻‍❄️🌙🦭🌸🌼🍣🍰⚾️🎗🎟🎲📿

Cards: Otter, Queen of Cups, The Well, A New Earth, Called

Pile 4. You are so fucking cute. Like so cute. Like I feel your energy and all I feel and think is "Awwww~ What a cuuutie!". You most resemble an Otter. Which in my opinion, ARE SO FUCKING CUTE!!! I see you like to color your hair in pastel colors and it's SUUUPER long. Like you have been growing out your hair for a while now. You have this cute little button nose and these super pretty dark eyes. Ohmygods you have no idea how much I think brown eyes are the prettiest eyes. You put a lot of creativity in your outfits so you always look so snatched and dolled up. You like the long flowy dresses and shirts that billow in the wind. They make you look like a fairy. You always smell like incense and sea salt. You probably love swimming or surfing or some kind of sport you play in the water so you are very lean. I see you might be pursuing some kind of profession in the beauty industry. Either that or you just look like a model and people think you are one. You wear these pretty flowers in your hair that give you this gorgeous halo of lavender. You have been absolutely blessed by Lady Aphrodite. She loves you like her child. She blesses you with fashion sense and soft features.

[night-raven-miscellany]

"No problem. Call the shepherd and the sheep will follow." Izem said, chuckling. "Honestly, though, I don't usually ask too much of people. If you wanted to ever lounge about, though, I'd certainly be down for inviting you to do that."

"Ah, shit... shit, shit, shit... where did it go..."

Alden mutters to himself, frantically looking over the ground and grass outside of Night Raven, not wearing his usual necklace. He was visibly distressed as he searches the ground, ears folded back and tail flicking wildly, his usual passive expression creased with worry.

"I couldn't have lost it forever, right..? it has to be somewhere... I already checked the forest paths I took yesterday n' this morning... where is it..?"

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

I dont think this has been asked before, but if it was - sorry!

What animal would you associate with each RO?

I've seen a couple mentions for some of them in other asks, like Aurynn and a peacock, L and a dog (in heat specifically, and probably as a joke, but its an animal association nonetheless lmao), Nihm and a moth, all I can remember rn. Would these actually match your association now or would the be different? What about others?

Those associations I’ve made in other asks were situational so I mean they’d still hold true for certain aspects of their identities :3 but if I had to pick one (or two if I can’t decide) animal to represent them overall, I’d go with these:

Kieran: Sea urchin/sea star. ⭐️ For a few reasons: they love the ocean; they grew up a street urchin; urchins/sea stars are echinoderms, meaning spiny skin—Kieran often comes off as sharp on the outside but they are soft on the inside :3; sea star….for Spoiler Reasons™️; and urchins/sea stars go through metamorphosis, and that sort of change ties into Kieran’s shift from urchin->prince/ss and another shift they’ll go thru in their arc.

Nihm: Moth/mosquito. Because they love bugs :3 🦋🦟🪲🐜🐛🐞��🕷️. Also, moths for metamorphosis (sorry bb :( ), for their association with death and decay, and for being drawn to the light as a symbol for holding onto hope. Mosquitoes for their association with blood (sorry again bb), and for their habits of hibernation/torpor—for….Reasons™️.

Lilith/Lucien: Canine. 🐕 Unfortunately fits their current situation rather well—I’ve referred to them as Lady de Arcanis’ dog before. Their metaphorical collar isn’t just for kink reasons, though yes, they do indulge in praise and pet play. Also fits parts of their personality, being both loyal and dangerous. Plus they just really love lil stray doggies and kitties :3

Samira: A serpent 🐍 for several of their in-game connotations and how these will play into her overall arc and backstory: ill-omen, wickedness, death, charming tongue, uncaring, and change. In regards to what happened with her and her family at home, rumors followed her to the palace that she is tainted and a bad omen. I’d like to run my freaking mouth more on all these connotations and how they relate to Sam but I would be walking on a spoiler minefield so I must curb my excitement and terror for her arc ;-;

Aurynn: A bird and a serpent. 🦜🐍 This duo for a Very Specific spoiler reason. Bird for pretty feathers and a flashy outward appearance and how that ties into an aspect of his personality/backstory, and for clipped wings/caged bird connotations. And a serpent for several of its in-game connotations as well, and how that relates to another aspect of his backstory. (sorry to literally all the ROs, I have done all of them dirty, they don’t deserve this 😰)

[astrologylunadream]

Their Hidden Fantasies of You🥵👅🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream~ Here's a special reading this time on their hidden fantasies about you, yes you, enjoy~ hope you find your message♥️

(This one gets spicy beware🔥 darker themes included.)

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^v^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🖤♥️🖤♥️

Pile 1⛓

Pile 2🗡

Pile 3🏚

Pile 4🤝

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🖤

Pile 1⛓

Sign energy: Choice, Distance, Crave, Important, Treat, Leo, Gemini, Mars, Sun, Neptune, 💁‍♀️👋👊🧛‍♀️

🖤Your person's energy: We have a lot of masculine energy right here so my pile 1's person is very bold and speaks their mind. You would describe them as "dreamy" and "hot" stuff like that lol so cute😍 Could be Leo, Gemini, Aries, or Scorpio, not really getting the Pisces vibe but for some of you maybe ヘ_(ッ)_/ Your person has a very fierce aura and they may have very intimidating features e.g arched eyebrows or a canine-like smile. They try to behave themselves and remain respectful, but I can tell they have it BAD for my pile 1!!🔥❤ Your person is giving off such a bad boy/girl vibe. They are so independent and no one can tell them what to do, they just do what they want~ They're a very physical person and they might sometimes get aggressive with you and lose control of themselves, this is only out of intense attraction for my lovely pile 1.😌 But they do their best to keep it together and not let their wild side get the best of them. Their voice is a huge turn on for you, and if they slick their hair back... that's when you lose it LOL🤣😳 Very strong willed individual, they have a great sense of self. The type to have a lot of admirers aswell.

💭Their hidden fantasies: Locked, Admiration, Force, Seduction, Closed, Sun, 5th house, Venus, Taurus, Virgo, 🧘‍♀️⛈🕸📆 OMGGG things just got heated in here😭😖 It's gonna be intense my pile 1's your person has some dark thoughts running around in their head. They're crazy about watching you give in, it drives them seriously. They wanna handcuff you, hold you down and force you to look at them/admire them😰😰🙊❤ Oh my gosh this is serious like they're crazy about you my pile 1... You're feeding their inner demons and aggressions they just want to unleash when you two are alone!! They want to seduce you and make you say their name... They fantasize about kissing your neck, and they wanna see how much you can take like wtf pile 1 your person is so intense and passionate about you like wow...🥵 They specifically want to make you nervous, they love the thought of you getting butterflies in your stomach as they literally consume you omg. They want to retrain and contain you while thrilling you every second... holding you down with a strong grip on your wrists as they please the hell out of you until you're moaning their name😭😭😭 Yes pile 1 that's what's in their head, and they're not telling ANYONE. Not even you... unless-👀

♥️Messages from your person: I don't wanna pressure you, I can see right through you, I can save you, It's karma, No one knows (This could be a karmic relationship you both are in together) Extra cards: Ladder, Dominant, Play, Darling, Clothes, Cancer, 6th house, Scorpio, Mars, 3rd house (WTF🥵🥱🌋⚠️)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the chains emoji~⛓ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 2🗡

Sign energy: Last, Lay down, Risk, Heiress, Model, South node, 7th house, Pluto, 3rd house, Gemini, 🪑🦉♋🐅

🖤Your person's energy: This could be an ex or someone from your past, it's definitely someone you have intense feelings about. I'm getting Libra or Scorpio oh hi pluto yep definitely Scorpio placements for sure.🎯 Gemini or Virgo could be in their chart or they could have these qualities. They could have Cancer in 7th house so Capricorn rising maybe!! Or Pluto in Cancer I'm seeing. Your person may be a model, they have very model-like features especially hands. I feel like you told yourself not to keep thinking about this person at one point, now here we are LOL👏💫 Your person has a very sexy appearance, you are really attracted to this person physically but also psychologically they make you 😈. They're the type to do what their told suprisingly, I feel like it's so easy to make them do whatever you want. You might not know this pile 2 but heyy now you know their little secret~ This person feels like a gamble to be with, you might feel like you're taking a huge leap of faith with them. They could be very rich or inherited lots of wealth from relatives in their family, they could he a future CEO of a company aswell. I'm getting some powerful vibes from my pile 2's person, they know what they're capable of.😌

💭Their hidden fantasies: Call, Yandere, Meant to be, Learn, Restaurant, 5th house, Eros, Neptune, 10th house, Fire, 👥🏃‍♂️🦥😩 Ohhh my pile 2 your person is totally obsessed with you and I mean (might kill) do anything for you🤭😳 They fantasize about the two of you together, sharing your experiences and everything with eachother. They can't stop thinking about calling you, they just wanna hear your voice!!🥰 Your person has suprisingly soft and sweet thoughts of you like hugging and cuddling while watching movies, eating out and walks on the beach.🌊 They actually just really fantasize about spending time with you and getting to know eachother better. But don't forget they're a little bit crazy over you too, like I mean yandere vibes over my pile 2's.😅😨 I feel like the second you two are apart they feel awful, like nothing else matters. They just wanna be around you and keep you forever. They fantasize about having fun with you, hoping you won't run away. They're addicted to you, and they secretly love the thought of moaning for you💭😳🖤 They have fantasies about you dominating them or putting them in their place, they get so turned on when you ask them to do something for you. They love being worthy for you, omg I feel like they also fantasize kissing/touching you when you're sleeping/unconscious. They fantasize of anyone that gets close to you simply disappearing, taking you all for themself.🥰🔪❤

♥️Messages from your person: Right now, You read my mind, I'm not as great as I appear, You have a lot to offer, You're pretty (Awwweee pile 2 did you hear that???😍💖) Extra cards: Audience, Work, Dance, Head, Only one, Leo, 11th house, 2nd house, 5th house, Libra

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the sword emoji~🗡 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 3🏚

Sign energy: Red, Care-taker, Shoes, Authority, Secret admirer, Uranus, Neptune, Sun, Cancer, Aries, 👅🌁🌊🙋‍♂️

🖤Your person's energy: My pile 3's your person is a very bright and charismatic person~⭐ They have a great smile that makes it hard not to smile back. Very strong masculine vibes, could have  prominent veins or muscles. They like the color red and feel drawn to it. Very likely a secret admirer or has a little crush on you. They make unique expressions especially with their mouth/tongue. May stick their tongue out often, they have a very unique tongue (just saying🙄😈❗) They may live near a bridge or body of water. They like to "wave" at people a lot haha, very friendly and outgoing. They are a very dominant type and are very assertive but also caring protective over those they care about. Care-free and fun loving individual, Their father could be very intimidating or cold. Pile 3 your person has nice ankles/feet or you may stare at their shoes at lot (because you get nervous!!🤭😳). They have your back when you need them, very supportive and helpful. I feel like they work around animals or care for them often. The type to be a shoulder to cry on, and lighten your mood.☀️ Their chest is very attractive to you, they have a very masculine chest. Seriously they just have such a dominant attitude about them!!😫😉

💭Their hidden fantasies: Black, Keep a secret, Virgo, Ability, Meant to be, 6th house, Venus, South node, 10th house, Moon, 🌡🩺💅☀️ Ohhh you guys your person has some secret thoughts abt you!! They think about you guys' past a lot, and they fantasize about a hidden love affair between you two. They want you to do as they say, submitting to their dominance.😳🥵 They fantasize about owning you, making you their little pet, controlling you, they like imagining you with a collar/leash💀🥵🥵 They want to "keep" you. Leading you, being your "savior". Taking care of you, this all makes them horny af😭 Calling your name in a commanding way, "good girl/boy" and "you did well". They can't stop thinking about your 🍒🍑, they want to touch them, grab them... the list goes on and on. Tugging on your chain, Lifting your chin up, They fantasize about the sensation of your nails on their skin. Scratches and bite marks are all up in their imagination. My pile 3 your person thinks you're so hot and meant to be with them, they want you to be theirs!!

♥️Messages from your person: Don't underestimate me, I can't control myself, You make me happy, I do, No one makes me feel this way (Ahh so cute🥰) Extra cards: Peace, Distance, 10th house, First, Eyelashes, 3rd house, Moon, Gemini, Earth, Virgo

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the haunted house emoji~🏚 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 4🤝

Sign energy: Fashion, Think outside the box, Accusation, Only time will tell, First, Gemini, Water, 2nd house, Capricorn, Scorpio, 🎭💜😢🖌

🖤Your person's energy: I'm seeing a really cute person tbh their energy is just so lovely and sweet~ They may be a painter or like drawing, could be an artist. Fashion designer is coming through, they may be into clothing. They have many charms about them, but they can be very distrustful of others. They are quick to assume things about other people, making them disappointed in nearly every encounter with someone.👥 For some reason I'm getting thay they don't get along with Gemini's easily, they could have a lot of Gemini or Mercury influence in their chart, Scorpio mercury is likely. Could be Capricorn or Taurus, They could have Mercury in the 2nd house. For a lot of you this person is a Libra rising which makes sense because of the fashion, they like aesthetically pleasing things. This could be you they find pleasing pile 4~😊 You could be dating this person but for most of you I'm getting not yet in a relationship with them. I feel like your person plays around with you often and enjoys getting on your nerves. On the other hand, they might not outwardly express themselves on the surface, actually I'm getting for some of you this person only expresses their emotions through art or creative ideas. Only then will you see a glimpse of their true feelings.🤍🖤

💭Their hidden fantasies: Boyfriend, Attraction, Tease, Foreign, End, 9th house, Virgo, Air, Taurus, Sagittarius, 💉💎🆚️♋ Hmmm okayyy we got some heavy Sagittarius energy this could be a sign that they wanna explore my pile 4's to the fullest. Your person has fantasies of taking you to a foreign place/country far away, taking you on a crazy adventure just to have you all to themselves. I feel like the wanna see how much you can take, mentally and physically. So they're always teasing you, trying to get reactions out of you. They have fantasies of biting your neck playfully and watching you freak out, they love the thought of you blushing over them. They want to please themselves with you, and surprise you with crazy fun.🥵😝💫 They wanna try so many different new things with you, and you're their test subject. They want you to see them as hot and attractive, they just wanna get you on your knees for them.🔥 Playing around, wearing you down, kissing you roughly when you're weak and vulnerable. They fantasize a lot about these sort of things with you, Your thighs are a turn on for them, as well as your neck and stomach. They want to give you marks all over so you know you're theirs. They imagine you falling head over heels for them, this is what they want the most. They want you to be in awe over them, your devotion is their biggest fantasy. And they just wanna have a crazy wild fun time😈💥💋🎆

♥️Messages from your person: I can't control myself, Give me more, I can't take anymore, You deserve the best, Because of you, I have a lot to offer (Ahh they're so into my pile 4's😍) Extra cards: Vision, Emotions, Future, Red, Expand, Mars, Cancer, Venus, Water, 6th house (They really want a future with you, they want to stay with you. They're serious you guys!!💐💍🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the holding hands emoji~🤝 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Cult of the First Mutant, Scenario One, Reader "Chatting" with Col. William Stryker:

Reader: in human form, trapped in a glowing ring of signs and sigils and circles on a freezing metal floor in a hidden base

Stryker: What... is this creature? This isn't the beast depicted in those old scraps of paper!

Reader: Um... hi? 👋

Stryker: Is it some kind of mutant freak? Get a chain or a leash for it; we'll see if they can fit our needs...

Reader: Wait, what?!

Guards: approaching

Reader: scared and p*ssed

Reader: ENOUGH!!! turns into their "divine" form

Stryker, the scientists, and guards: 😨😰😟

Reader: You little freakin' jerk! That is NOT how you treat people!

Stryker: What-

Reader: snaps their fingers, and everyone but Stryker goes still

Reader: You're a hateful little man, you know. Blegh. I don't know how you sleep at night...

Stryker: I've done everything to ensure the survival of the human race! I've caged beasts just like you! All of your kind will be dead!

Reader: cracks their neck Is that so? Tell me, oh "great" Colonel, was it worth it?

Stryker: What?

Reader: Was it worth it, to kill your son?

Stryker: I did no such thing! That- that thing wasn't my son! My son died the moment those ungodly powers manifested!

Reader: Hmmm... no. Your hatred, your fear, has driven you... not the need to "protect mankind" or whatever cr*p you jerks tell people...

Stryker: He killed my wife!

Reader: You took him away from the only man who could help him control his powers! What happened was an accident! One that would have been avoided if you and your wife weren't ableist, unknowing, toxic people!

Stryker: Listen here you-

Reader: LISTEN TO ME, YOU LITTLE B********! YOU, BECAUSE OF YOUR BLIND, FEARFUL HATRED, KILLED YOUR SON! YOU AND YOUR WIFE PUSHED HIM, HURT HIM, AND ISOLATED HIM! THIS! IS! YOUR! FAULT!

Stryker: I... I...

Stryker: falls to his knees

Stryker: I have nothing...

Reader: You've hurt countless others, killed them, butchered them, and ripped them from their families, their homes, their lives... you've even hurt two of my friends...

Stryker: visibly pales

Reader: But... I'm here to offer you a chance to do better. A way to take back most of the harm you've caused. I'll set you back in the past, with the knowledge of all of this; you'll have your wife, your son, and your job; but- you will never join the Weapon X Program. You will not spread mutant hate and racism. You can live quietly with your family, having a happy life, or stand up for mutant rights, or convince your friends in the government to focus on other, more useful, advances in history... I offer all of this freely... but don't take this for granted... this is a one-time offer, and if you say no... that is on you...

Stryker: ... I... I accept...

Reader: Good... I don't think you're entirely evil, Mr. William, but you're a broken man who let his fears and prejudices best him... with this choice, you take it all back, and start anew. You should feel proud of yourself; not everyone accepts such a choice

Stryker: What... what will I do? What... what would you have me do?

Reader: Well... what about medicine? Or mental health? Not that snake oil or psycho surgery nonsense, but perhaps helping others, understanding them, and finding ways to make their lives just a bit better?

Stryker: ... okay

Reader: Good! Well, then, good-bye, then, Mr. William; welcome to the right side-

Reader: snaps their fingers, and everything fades away...

(And this is why it's Dr. Cornelius who was experimenting, and there was no mention of Stryker! Because Reader offered him a chance to do better, and he actually took it!) (Of course, he's also a bit shaken by seeing Reader, who old scrolls and temples called the First Mutant, but, well, he has his family back, so he's ready to accept whatever they say-)

(Woo! Powerful and confused Reader!)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── THE GLASS PRINCESS // TEN

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: You and Lee spend some time in Ba Sing Se, where you meet a familiar girl. Afterwards, you tell Lee the story of Quynh and how she came to be.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 7.2k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: PLEASE DO NOT SLANDER ME FOR THE FATHER GLOWWORM REPRESENTATION I HAVE NOT READ THE KYOSHI NOVELS ‼️ idek what he’s up to in canon but his powers fit the situation so he got to feature in the fic…pretty sure he’s way more heinous in the atla-verse but oh well!!! glass princess father glowworm is just chill like that ig 😰

“Lee,” you said from where you sat on the kitchen counter, watching him scrub dishes. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he wore his signature scowl on his face, though every time you spoke, it abated in favor of something resembling a smile.

“Y/N,” he said. “Are we introducing one another or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said. “Now that we are friends, I want to ask you a question.”

“We’re not friends,” he said, as was customary, taking a rag and using it to dry the mug he had just washed. “But go ahead.”

In the days since you had happened upon the refugee gate, you had not seen the Blue Spirit at all. Every night, you waited for him, and every night you returned to the palace disappointed. Eventually, you understood what he was saying by not arriving, and so you turned to the only other source of companionship you had been offered: Lee and Mushi from the tea shop.

Mushi had been delighted, but Lee had been more than a little annoyed at the prospect of having to spend everyday with you. This time, though, you did not relent. You followed him around the tea shop as he worked, chattering to him incessantly, and finally he grew resigned enough to your presence that he stopped complaining about it and began speaking with you somewhat normally.

For the most part, the two of you talked about books and tea and other, safer subjects. You were still trying to understand what you had seen the other day, and you had no idea what Lee’s opinions were on the matter, so until now, you had not even considered broaching any of the more sensitive topics.

“How did you end up in Ba Sing Se? I don’t mean why you came. I mean, how did you get in here?” you said.

The question was still unclear, but Lee did not ask for further explanation. He finished drying the mug and put it with the rest before taking a plate and running it under the water.

“We took a ferry,” he said. “We had to buy tickets and show our passports, of course, but it went relatively seamlessly otherwise. By the way, if you’re just going to sit there, you might as well be useful and sweep or something.”

“What about the entrance fee?” you said, sliding off the counter and taking the broom he handed you, leaning on the handle and batting your eyelashes at him without even trying to sweep. This earned you a scoff as he once again shifted from washing to drying, though his trademark red flush crept up his neck at the same time, which meant he wasn’t really upset.

“It wasn’t a thing when we came,” he said. “Or, at least, it wasn’t that high. I’m pretty sure that it was included in the price of our tickets. They were so expensive that it would only make sense. Possibly not, though. Last I checked, they just raise the prices because they can nowadays.”

“I can’t understand it,” you said. “Why is there such a desperate need for people to come here? Surely you must know. Can you tell me?”

Belatedly, you realized this might give away your identity in some way, because who else would have such little sense for what was happening in the world but the princess who had been locked away for so long? But if Lee was suspicious, he did not show it, only exhaling heavily and shaking his head.

“There’s quite a lot, and none of it is safe to discuss here,” he said. “Sorry, but I don’t want something happening to my uncle or I.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “I don’t blame you. If I had known it was like that, I wouldn’t have asked.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It’s a strange place we live in.”

“That’s for certain!” you said, pointing the broom at him for emphasis. “Do you know the situation at that one gate?”

“The second southeast gate? Yeah, it’s in a bad shape, but almost all of them are like that,” he said. “It’s common knowledge, but that doesn’t mean anyone’s about to do anything about it.”

All of them were like that. That meant that every day, the entire perimeter of Ba Sing Se was flooded by people trying to get in, people like the ones the you and Blue Spirit had seen. It was human suffering on a scale you could not comprehend, and the broom clattered to the ground as you attempted to envision it. How many hundreds of them were there? What were they seeking refuge from? What reality was worse than the one they were running towards?

“Every gate,” you said. “But Ba Sing Se has so many…”

“Some of them are wealthier entrances,” Lee said, using a towel to wipe his hands off and unrolling his sleeves. Picking up the broom, he began to sweep. “It’s not that bad at those ones. Apparently, things at the second southeast gate are improving now, too.”

“Are they?” you said. It was only a modicum of reassurance, but even the knowledge that one less person might be hurt was enough to cheer you. “Why is that?”

“Apparently, some rich woman came with someone dressed as the Blue Spirit and donated half of her life savings so that no one had to pay the entrance fee there,” he said. “Things haven’t devolved into sheer chaos only because what she did is still a relatively unknown thing, so it’s mostly only had positive consequences so far.”

“Half of her life savings?” you said, thinking back to the amount you had given, which had really been nothing but pocket change. “Um, wow. That was — very generous of her to do. She must be a charitable person.”

“Must be,” Lee said flatly. “And I guess there really is a Blue Spirit in Ba Sing Se. Sorry for doubting it. Even though he’s obviously not the same person as the one from the play, namely because that Blue Spirit would’ve done something instead of just standing around when there’s people in need.”

“He was doing what he could!” you said. Lee raised his eyebrows at you, and this time, it was your turn to cough to disguise your emotions. “That is to say, I’m sure there was more going on than either of us are aware of.”

“Right,” he said. You glared at him.

“Really! The Blue Spirit is a good person!” you said, feeling honor-bound to defend him. Even if you hadn’t seen him in so long, he was still the man who had saved you. You still harbored some feelings you could not quite name for him. “Maybe it only looked like he wasn’t doing anything, but he was. I know he was.”

“Whatever you say. Super-fan,” he said, muttering the last under his breath.

“You’re the one who likes the play so much,” you reminded him. “If anyone’s a super-fan, it’s you.”

Lee was saved from responding by Mushi’s entrance. His uncle was the kind of person that was impossible to be angry around, and he had an uncanny knack for knowing exactly when you and his nephew were arguing. His presence quelled you both, and it was probably the only reason the two of you had not, in the earlier days, read one another to filth.

“Good, you got all of those cups washed!” Mushi said. “I was worried you’d be too distracted, but I’m glad to see that that didn’t happen.”

“What would I be distracted by?” Lee said, putting the broom away. You had picked up very quickly on the fact that Lee had no interest in helping out around the Pao Family Tea House, and that tea was not really something that excited him, but it was the only way that he and his uncle could make money, so he did what he could, albeit without a smile on his face or any passion to his motions.

“If I had a lovely lady to talk with all day, I’d hardly get anything done!” Mushi said.

“Uncle!” Lee hissed.

“It’s okay, Mushi. You can think of me as more of a taskmaster than anything; I make sure Lee gets everything done in a timely fashion,” you said when it became evident that Lee was far too embarrassed to say anything more.

“And she doesn’t even offer to help while she’s at it,” Lee added. “So, ha.”

“It feels like you were trying to get the last word in there, but I don’t think you were successful in that endeavor,” you said. “Just so you know.”

“Shut up,” he said.

“Lee, please be kind to your friend,” Mushi said.

“Yeah, Lee,” you crowed. “Be nice to your friend!”

“Y/N,” Lee said, pointing a threatening finger at you, though it was hard to genuinely be afraid of him when he was so relatively harmless in everything he did. “You’re not even my friend, so you don’t get to pull that card!”

“I’m the only person you talk to, besides your uncle, so doesn’t that make us friends automatically?” you said.

“No, it just means I don’t have any friends at all!” he said haughtily, leaning the broom against the wall and dusting his hands off against his apron.

“Once again, I don’t think that that’s quite the closing statement you were aiming for,” you said. “It has more of an embarrassing effect to it than a victorious one.”

“Now, now, both of you should stop quarreling,” Mushi said. “Lee, your shift is almost over. How about you and Y/N take some time to explore the city together? It’ll only improve your spirits!”

“Believe it or not, I’d actually rather work,” Lee said, though he did untie his apron and hang it up.

“Just be back in time for your evening shift!” Mushi said.

“I’ll make sure he is,” you promised, following after Lee as he all but raced out of the tea shop, waving at Mushi, who waved cheerfully back. “Hey, Lee, wait up!”

Luckily, Lee did slow down a bit, allowing you to catch up with him, the two of you walking side by side down the street in the afternoon sun. It was a different context than you were usually in; he had been forced to take the evening shift more often than not nowadays, so he was normally still working by the time you left for the fountain. Today was the first time you had come early enough to be there for his break, and without the tea shop in the background to smooth your interactions over, there was an awkwardness that filled the air.

Who were you and he outside of the Pao Family Tea House? Who was Lee when he was not working as a server? Who were you when you were not protected by the secrecy of being just another patron of the shop?

“It’s you!” a soft, feminine voice said. Suddenly, you were being accosted by a pair of arms thrown around your shoulders, holding you in the sincerest embrace you had felt in many years.

“Me?” you said, wriggling free from the hug to peer at the girl. She beamed up at you, holding onto your hands, and though you couldn’t quite place it, you knew that you did recognize her from somewhere.

“Yes, you,” she said. “Everyone’s been saying you’re a spirit, since you don’t match the description of anyone living in the Upper Ring, but I’vealways believed in you. I’ve always known that you were a real person.”

Your eyes widened as you realized where you knew her from: she was the girl who had been helping the man with the burnt leg at the second southeast gate. She must’ve seen you when you had given the captain the money, and somehow, despite the days that had elapsed since then, she had recognized you.

You glanced at Lee, but he did not seem surprised nor intrigued by the conversation. He was diligently reading a street sign, which really could not have been all too fascinating, but he was an odd boy with odd habits, and it afforded you some semblance of privacy to converse with the girl, so you did not say anything to him about it.

“You’re the reason my father is still alive, lady,” the girl said, squeezing your hands tightly. “We thought we might have to cut his — cut his leg off or something, but because of you, we were able to get to a doctor in time.”

“That kind of doctor must be expensive,” you said. She nodded.

“Oh, yes, he was one of the Upper Ring ones,” she said. “But he saved my father’s leg, so what does it matter? I’ll figure it out.”

“You will?” you said. “What about your mother? Or your elder siblings, if you have any?”

The girl glanced around nervously before beckoning you closer. You offered her your ear, wondering what kind of terrible secrecy she was sworn to that she had to be so careful.

“I know we’re not supposed to talk about it, so please don’t repeat this to anyone, but the truth is that my mother and my little brother were killed by Firebenders. They set our house on fire while they were taking over our village. It’s how my father got his leg burnt,” she said, her small voice choked. “He went back in to save them, but he couldn’t. The only reason I’m alright is that our cat had run away and I had gone to find her.”

She was barely more than a child, and yet she had had the responsibilities of a woman thrust upon her. How could a little girl be expected to take upon the sole burden of providing for herself, for paying back the doctor that her father had needed? It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair, but if not her, then who else could even do it? By that definition, she was alone now.

You thought that maybe you and she were not entirely dissimilar. In the end, you, too, were alone. Even if you could not relate to anything else, you had that much in common with her.

“Here,” you said, taking her hand, pressing a handful of coins into it. “I’m not sure if this will be enough, but it will be better than nothing. At least, it should tide you over until your father is feeling better and he, too, can find work.”

Her eyes shone, and she dipped into a bow. Cursing under your breath, you caught her by the shoulders, looking around to make sure that nobody had seen. The last thing you needed was to be caught and dragged back to the palace by the Dai Li or some other such authority.

“Lady, I only came to thank you, but you’ve done me such a favor that I don’t know how I can ever repay you for it,” she said. You smiled at her.

“You needn’t repay me. In truth, I should’ve been doing these things long ago; it’s only thanks to, ah, extenuating circumstances that I haven’t been. I hope you stay well, dear girl, and that your father may recover swiftly. I’m sorry that you have had to suffer so greatly already,” you said, ruffling her hair.

“I hope I get to see you again, lady,” she said before gasping. “Not because you’ve given me money every time! It’s because you’re really kind. I want to thank you properly one day.”

“If it is our destiny, then I’m sure we will meet once more,” you said. “And you needn’t thank me. It is only my duty.”

“Destiny?” she said. “But how can I ensure that that destiny comes about?”

“Hm,” you said, tapping your chin in thought. “When you are older, please work very hard. Work so hard that even the royal family cannot ignore your efforts, and then go to the palace and ask for Quynh. Even if I am not allowed to meet you, I will find a way. If you can do that, then I will do my part so that our fates can collide another time.”

“Quynh!” she said, sucking in a breath. “Oh, I didn’t know…! I’ve treated you so flippantly!”

“It’s not a problem,” you said. “Now run along. And — and I know it won’t do anything, but I’m very sorry about what happened to your family. I wish there was something I could’ve done to stop it.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “It was — you know. Them. You’re the one who’s helped me. I’m really grateful to you, so don’t apologize.”

“Maybe that’s how it is,” you said. “Anyways, welcome to Ba Sing Se. The city is improved by your presence.”

“Thank you!” she said, bowing again before you could stop her and then scampering away. You watched her go until she disappeared into the crowd, and then you turned to Lee, who was still steadfastly reading the same sign.

“There must be something fascinating written on that sign, for you to be so intently reading it,” you said, jabbing his arm with your pointer finger as you read over the sign yourself. “Mm, very interesting indeed. Left to the Firelight Fountain. Right to the Pao Family Tea House. Straight to the First Southeast Gate. That’s the kind of content you just can’t pull yourself away from.”

“I was trying to be respectful and not listen in on your conversation!” Lee said.

“Oh, thanks,” you said. “That was surprisingly good of you to do.”

“What was it about, anyways?” he said. “Why’d she recognize you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said. He pursed his lips before turning away, continuing to walk down the street, towards the Firelight Fountain where you spent your evenings waiting for the Blue Spirit.

“Who is Quynh?” he said after a second. You frowned at him.

“How do you not know who Quynh is? She’s the patron spirit of the Earth Kingdom!” you said. “Or at least of Ba Sing Se.”

“Sorry I never had much time to study theology of all things while I was out…there!” he said, vaguely gesturing around.

“Out there,” you said. “Where, like the Fire Nation or something? I thought knowledge of her must be common throughout the Earth Kingdom.”

“No!” he said quickly. “Just — we traveled a lot, you know, and mostly in rural areas, so we, um, never heard the stories.”

You supposed it made sense. What guarantee was there that the legend of Quynh had reached every single corner of the Earth Kingdom? It made sense that someone like Lee, who must’ve spent his formative years in some place closer to the border than Ba Sing Se, wasn’t quite educated on the tale of the great mother bear.

“What business did you have traveling, anyways?” you said.

“It was for, er, work,” he said. “We were in, uh, a circus! Yeah, a circus.”

“A circus,” you said. “I’m sure you attracted all sorts of patrons with your charming and outgoing personality.”

“I wasn’t a performer! My uncle was. I just maintained his equipment,” he said.

“That’s a little more believable,” you said. “What did he do in the circus?”

“He was,” Lee began, his eyebrows low over his eyes in thought, “an acrobat! Mhm. He was an acrobat.”

“It’s not as believable anymore,” you informed him. You couldn’t imagine Mushi doing flips and cartwheels anymore than you could imagine Lee juggling. When he had said that his uncle had been a performer, you had been expecting him to be the ringmaster, perhaps, or even an animal trainer, but not an acrobat.

“Why? Uncle Mushi is plenty flexible!” he said. You made a face.

“I shall take your word for it,” you said. “But I’m sure he’s pleased to be retired by now.”

“Very pleased,” Lee said. “In fact, he’s so pleased to have put that part of his life behind him that he becomes really upset when people bring it up again. So I’d recommend you don’t.”

Upsetting Mushi was the last thing you wanted to do, given how well he always treated you when you visited the Pao Family Tea House, so you nodded at Lee and mimed sealing your lips together.

“I won’t mention it,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said. “But back to the original topic. Who is Quynh?”

“Ah, right,” you said. “Although she’s known as the guardian spirit of Ba Sing Se, and of the Earth Kingdom in general, it’s a little more complex than that. You see, she’s not meant to guard the entire kingdom; her loyalty is to the royal family and them alone.”

“Then how’d it get confused?” he said.

“Once upon a time, when she was the most active, the interests of the royal family and the interests of the kingdom were not so separate,” you said. “Maybe it’s not the case in the recent era, but no one’s even seen Quynh in so long that by now, her name has been solidified in history as the great mother of the Earth Kingdom.”

“Is that all there is to the story?” he said as you reached the Firelight Fountain. Of course, in the daytime, there were no lanterns lit, but in lieu of the eponymous firelight, there was a family of turtleducks floating in the placid waters.

Digging in his pockets, Lee produced a bunch of grapes. Breaking off a few, he dropped them in your palm before taking a couple of his own and tossing them into the fountain for the turtleducks to peck at. You followed his example, secretly pleased that he had known that bread was bad for the turtleducks’ stomachs and had been appropriately prepared with a better alternative.

“No, naturally it’s a long tale,” you said. “Do you really want to hear it?”

“Sure,” he said. “It beats working the afternoon shift.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” you said. “Alright, then. It’s an old story, for Quynh is an old beast, but it’s widely considered to be timeless, so I hope that you do not find it to be at all dated, despite its age.”

Contrary to popular belief, Quynh was not born a spirit. In fact, she was a mortal animal, a bear — a true one, of the same form as King Kuei’s Bosco. Even she was a child once, a mere cub, small enough that a person could heft her in their arms.

In that time, bears were considered to be a great threat to the world. They were thought of as vicious, cruel creatures, with swords for teeth and knives for claws. Larger than any man could ever hope to be, they were frequently hunted, both for sport and for safety, and so it came to be that by the time Quynh was all of two moons old, her and her mother were the only known bears left in the world.

Her mother, who was scarred and gray at the muzzle, knew that it was only a matter of time before she and Quynh, too, followed in the paths of their brethren. She was a canny bear, and so she took Quynh to a river and sank her teeth into the scruff of her daughter’s neck, dipping her into mud to disguise her scent and then dragging the whining cub into a cave that promised to have what she needed.

It was some time before she reached it, but eventually, she made it to the center of the cave, where its inhabitant resided. It was one of the massive, blind badgermoles, though something set this one apart from the others: she was in mourning, hunched over the frail body of her young, which had drawn only a few breaths before passing. 

Quynh’s mother nudged the badgermole before dropping Quynh at her feet. The badgermole, deprived of her sense of smell because of the mud slathered over Quynh’s body, accepted her as her own — or perhaps she did not want to question the stroke of good fortune, that she had just lost her child and then so soon had been given another to care for, even one as tiny as Quynh.

Her mother nuzzled her one last time before leaving the cave. It is unclear what happened to her after that; until recently, it was agreed that she must have been killed like the others, but since the discovery of Bosco, her fate was no longer quite as certain. Perhaps she and a few others managed to survive for all of that time, leading to the birth of the king’s companion…or perhaps Bosco was unrelated to Quynh and the descendant of another strain entirely.

The badgermoles raised Quynh as if she were one of them. She learnt to Earthbend from them, though it was not in the same way; she was not blind, and so did not have the same reliance on the element, and because of her comparatively smaller stature, she never gained the strength needed to command the earth in the way of her family. Still, she did what she could, and though she remembered her mother fondly, she thought of her only on the coldest of nights. The badgermoles were the ones who reared her, and though she could never forget that she was not one of them, that she was a bear, she was never ostracized for it. They loved her, the badgermoles, and as she had spent much of her life with them, she loved them back.

It was when she was four years of age that someone else came to the cave of the badgermoles, though this visitor was neither bear nor badgermole. He was a boy, one with a kind smile and soft hands. His name was Shan, and according to him, he had come to learn from the badgermoles. Earthbending was their art, and if he ever wanted to master it in a meaningful way, then he would have to become their disciple.

Quynh did not trust Shan for many moons after his arrival. She remembered what his kind had done to her own, and though the badgermoles harbored no such misgivings, she would always snarl at him when he visited, gnashing her teeth until he backed away with his hands in the air.

Stubbornness, though, was a family trait. Just like the rest of his line, Shan was not willing to give up. He knew not why Quynh despised him, only that she did, and it was something he could not live with. Every day he tried, and every day, in small increments, she forgave him. The sins of his forefathers were not his own, after all, yet he still endeavored to make up for them. He would bring food for Quynh, tell her stories about the sun and promise to take her there one day — after all, she was a bear, not a badgermole, and bears were not meant to live in the darkness.

That was why, when Shan could no longer learn anything from the badgermoles, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he hesitantly reached out and placed his hand in between Quynh’s eyes, splaying his fingers over her broad forehead and asking her a question: will you come with me?

She hesitated for only a moment, but when she glanced back, the badgermoles had already left, for they, too, knew the truth of her being. They had raised her, and they had loved her, and it was because of those years of affection that they were doing her this last favor and letting her go, letting her rejoin the world that she was born to live in.

It was only once they both stood in the sun that Shan revealed something new to her: the continent which they lived on was in a state of perpetual war. It was composed of many small provinces which were constantly battling one another for as many reasons as there were creatures under the sun. For food. For land. For resources. For perceived insults. For women. For riches. It went on and on, and it was to one such war that Shan had lost his parents. 

This was why he needed Quynh’s help. He wanted to unite the provinces, to turn them into one kingdom, so that the wars might cease for some time, but he could not do it alone. He needed her strength, alongside the strength he had received from the badgermoles. She thought that she might feel angry, but in truth, there was a kind of joy she felt at being needed. So she, in her own way, agreed to his request. She agreed to help him turn the disjointed provinces into one united Earth Kingdom — just as long as she could stay by his side when doing so.

Quynh had come to love Shan. It was like that. Sometimes it was as if she had been born to meet him, to be his companion; if she were a human, then she might’ve called him her greatest friend, but since she was not, since she was but an animal, the only word she had for it was brother. Shan was her brother, though much more delicate than she and without nearly as much fur, so she guarded him with all the ferocity of an elder sibling.

Their combined mastery of Earthbending was too much for the warlords and their paltry armies. It was not long before their dream was realized and they had a proper kingdom. The warlords hailed Shan as their ruler and crowned him the Earth King, but then they ran into a new problem: what was a king without a palace?

Thus began their most ambitious undertaking, even more ambitious than the unification of the Earth Kingdom. They were to build a city, one that an ordinary man could not even conceptualize, one that even the greatest army could not take. It would be named Ba Sing Se: the impenetrable capital of the greatest kingdom the world had ever seen.

Scores upon scores of men were enrolled in academies to learn Earthbending, so that the city could be built in a timely fashion. Things went excellently for a time, and Quynh thought that she might finally be happy. She had her beloved Shan at her side, and now that the wars were over, she could spend most of her days sleeping, allowing the sun to warm her dark fur as she dozed in the gardens behind Shan’s childhood home. 

But things were not meant to be like that. A kingdom in its infancy would always strain against its new rulers; that was the way of things, a way which Quynh had not yet learnt. It was because of this that, during one of his tours of the site where the palace would soon be constructed, an assassin tried to kill Shan.

Quynh was the first to sense his arrival, but he was too fast for her to do anything. She could only roar out a warning to her brother as she ran towards him, her ears flat against her head, her swords for teeth and knives for claws extended, even though it was futile. She would not reach him in time. The man rushing at her Shan would stab the dagger into his back, and she could do nothing about it but push herself faster, faster, in the hopes that she could make it, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, she could at least take the dagger in his stead.

It was not the dagger which killed her. It was her own brother’s student who cried out in alarm and sent a stalagmite shooting up from the ground and into her heart. It was that old fear which all men possessed, the insidious one which said that bears were vicious, cruel creatures, which spelled out her end, as it had spelled out the end of every other bear before her.

Shan had heeded Quynh’s warning and made quick work of the assassin, who was nothing in the face of a master Earthbender such as himself, so he had not understood at first why his faithful companion had stopped roaring. It was only when he turned and saw her bleeding and heard his pupil rambling on about how she had almost killed him that he understood what had happened.

He cast the boy aside, banished him from the Earth Kingdom and told him to never return, and then he fell to his knees in front of Quynh’s lifeless body. For, as she had loved him, he had loved her, too. The skittish bear who had detested him thoroughly…in the process of winning her over, an indescribable fondness had blossomed in him. Quynh was the only reason he had a kingdom. Quynh was the only reason he had anything. Why, then, was Quynh gone? How was he supposed to rule without her at his side? His Quynh. His bear. His greatest friend.

For three days and three nights, he prayed. He prayed to every spirit he could think of: Tui, La, Agni, the Mother of Faces, and even the more unsavory ones, such as Koh the Face-Stealer. He prayed only for one thing: Quynh’s return. He would give up everything, he repeated, as long as she came back to him. That was his promise. That was his vow.

Only one spirit heard him. He was a being who claimed to be a father, though he held such a disdain for everything that it was uncertain whose father he was meant to be, exactly. Shan would never have dared to converse with such a spirit unless he was truly desperate, but he was truly desperate, and it was for this reason that he opened himself to conversation with one of the most malevolent beings in both the spiritual and physical planes: Father Glowworm.

Father Glowworm was the conniving sort, but he was, in his own way, fair. It was not pity that drove his actions, of course, but a hunger, a lust. He told Shan that he could not bring Quynh back, that it was against the laws of the universe to breathe life unto death, but that there was something else he could do — for a price.

Shan agreed. It didn’t matter the price. He had lost his entire family already; he could not lose Quynh, too. Father Glowworm warned him that he would not like it, but Shan swore that there was nothing more important to him than Quynh.

But the price itself was Quynh, Father Glowworm said. He would subsume her body. Shan would have to watch him tear her apart and eat her, and if he could manage that, if he could manage to watch as Father Glowworm ate the body of his greatest friend, then Father Glowworm would give her spirit some of his powers, the ones which allowed him to tunnel between the physical and spiritual worlds. 

There was still another catch. According to Father Glowworm, what he was about to do was the highest form of offense. By offering Quynh’s body to Father Glowworm, Shan was desecrating it thoroughly, and by agreeing to watch, he was essentially forsaking her, declaring that she meant nothing, was nothing to him but rot and garbage. Her spirit would not know the meaning of the ritual, only that it was being done, and so, even if he went through with it, there was a high likelihood that she would not manifest ever again. She would never dare show herself to the man who had allowed her to be devoured by such an evil being, who had stood by and taken in the gory scene without so much as flinching.

She would have to love him so much that she returned in spite of that, Father Glowworm said. Those were the conditions. That was the only way it could be.

Even though it was wrong, even though she would most likely hate him for the rest of time, even though he knew he was ruining everything for the mere chance that he might see her again, Shan agreed to it. Because there was that chance. Because if Quynh loved him as much as he loved her, then she would come back. Because if it had been the opposite way, he would’ve come back. For Quynh, no matter what she did to him, he would’ve come back.

Father Glowworm did nothing to spare Shan’s feelings. His eye remained focused on the man as he did exactly as he had promised, gorging himself on Quynh’s body piece by bloody piece, until there was nothing left of her but a pile of gleaming bones. Those bones, too, were not safe, as he absorbed them, humming as the power and life which had once been Quynh’s filled him instead.

The entire time, Shan stared straight ahead, his gaze never wavering from Father Glowworm’s singular eye. And finally, when the spirit was finished, he began to laugh.

Foolish man, he told him. Everything you have done has been for naught. Do you think that any creature is loyal enough to return after you allowed its body to be destroyed like that? I thank you for the meal, but this is where we must part.

Shan clenched his fists and kept staring into that eye, asking him only one thing. Did you give Quynh the powers you promised? Is she a spirit now?

Of course, Father Glowworm said. Consider it a gratuity for how delicious she was.

Though it seemed hopeless, Shan did not fret the way Father Glowworm was urging him to. As soon as he had the confirmation that Quynh really was a spirit, he allowed himself to relax, nodding at the pulsating mass that was Father Glowworm’s body.

Father Glowworm was naturally confused. In this kind of situation, Shan should’ve been screaming, should’ve been cursing him for the unfair deal — the deal which was by design uneven. He had made it so many times, and it had never mattered. The end result was always the same. The dead ones never came back. They wandered the spirit world in a haze of confusion and anger, hating a person whose only crime had been loving them too much — not that they knew that, of course. Watching their grief and ingesting their mourning was how he amused himself in his eternal existence, but Shan provided no such amusement. It was only a moment later, as the ground began to shake and an enormous form made of shadows emerged from a doorway in the air, that Father Glowworm understood why.

Quynh loved Shan. And so, Quynh came back.

“That’s the tale of her origin, anyways,” you said.

“I didn’t know that Father Glowworm made deals with people,” Lee said. “In all my studies — limited studies, of course, given that I was doing, uh, circus-y things most of the time — he was just a bloodthirsty killer.”

“Even spirits get bored,” you said. “He was also that, but from time to time, he would do this type of thing for no other reason than because he could. Because he wanted to. Are you following?”

“I think so,” Lee said. “Is this a true story?”

“If you believe in Quynh, it is,” you said. You had heard the tale from Quynh herself, so of course you knew that it was real, but it remained that not everyone was aware that Quynh was more than a legendary concept. And surely you could not give away that you had met Quynh personally — many times in fact — so the non-answer was the best way you could hint to Lee just how verifiable the so-called myth was.

“I see,” he said. “It’s really fantastical.”

“Perhaps,” you said.

“But maybe not entirely so,” he said. “Is it known what powers Father Glowworm gave her?”

“It is,” you said. “Though if you didn’t believe that story, you’ll scoff at what they are. They’re very power-of-love based.”

“Sappy,” he said.

“Most assuredly,” you said.

“Just tell me. You’ve gotten me interested now,” he said.

“The palace is built around Quynh’s Den,” you said. “It’s where Quynh resides, so that she may look after the royal family — the descendants of Shan, who she considers to be like her own children — and it’s a place outside of time or space, in a way. It’s said that her den is made in the same place that her body died and her spirit was reborn. In fact, all of Ba Sing Se was built around that central location, with her Den serving as a support to the entire city.

“Because of this, and because of Father Glowworm’s tunneling powers which he gifted to her, she’s also known as the Keeper of Doors. It’s said that every door in Ba Sing Se is a place sacred to Quynh, and that’s why you’ll sometimes see people praying while standing in doorways. From Quynh’s Den, she can open doors to anywhere in the city, though she has trouble with extreme precision or accuracy. Some say that her doors lead you to where you need to go, not where you want to.”

“I don’t see what’s romantic about that,” Lee said. “It’s typical spirit world stuff.”

“Let me finish!” you said, accidentally throwing a grape too hard into the water. It hit the surface with a splash, dousing the nearby turtleduck, who honked at you in irritation. You mouthed an apology at it.

“Look what you’ve done,” Lee observed. “You’ve gone and made the turtleducks upset. Great going, Y/N.”

“Hush!” you said. “Anyways, the romantic part is the best part of the story, I’d say, but it’s the least accepted. You see, Quynh obviously loved Shan.”

“Obviously,” Lee said.

“She loved him so much that it manifested in her powers, too. There’s only one door that she never closes and which always has the same destination, no matter where it’s opened from: Quynh’s Door, which leads to the inside of the palace itself,” you said.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Lee said.

“It would be,” you said. “Think of how many invasions would be successful if the aggressors could find Quynh’s Door! But it’s not one of her normal doors, which can be seen by anybody. Sometimes, it can’t be seen by anyone at all. It’s a door that only appears to those who Quynh deems worthy.”

“And how is one deemed worthy?” Lee said, clearly enthralled as he leaned in towards you slightly, all pretenses of feeding the turtleducks abandoned. You grinned at him.

“It’s the same way Quynh came back as a spirit,” you said. “You have to be loved by Shan, or, in modernity, someone of his line.”

“You don’t say…” Lee trailed off.

“Do you see what I mean? It’s almost out of the realm of probability that it’s the case, that she really loved Shan that much, but it’s the truth,” you said. “The only way that a person can find Quynh’s Door and enter the palace without restriction is if they are loved by someone in the royal family.”

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This is my first time doing an ask, but I was wondering if I could request an ftm/ftnb reader x slasher fic (any character you think would fit/any character you want to add) where the reader has trouble breathing in the winter/cold and wearing their binder just makes it worse and their whole body is sore due to going up and down stairs so much so they can't keep up with the slashers longer strides and has to run after them.

Like, if the reader and the slashers were at the zoo or somewhere outside and the reader just started to take SUPER deep breaths just to be able to breathe normally or just to get air; especially after walking up or down stairs or hills.

And at one point the reader just gets tired of having to take so many deep breaths so they just go the the bathroom and take off their and layer two jackets over their shirt since they didn't bring an extra bra.

And like about 20 minutes later, reader STILL has to take super deep breaths just to actually breathe and having to run after the slashers just to be able to walk next to them; but with how sore reader is, they can't keep up with their partner and often has to take 3-minute breaks just to be able to catch their breath.

Remember binder users! You should wear them only up to 6hours daily! Dont ruin your ribcage!! I use to wear binder so yeah, I get it.

Anyways👹ofc i will write this!

So bacially, ftm s/o struggles with breathing due to binder and weather! You didn't specified which slashers so I will just go with flow on this one!

Slashers with s/o that struggles with breathing due to binder

Micheal Myers

Don't worry dude is used to noises of people choking to death lol

But fr dude gets a bit worried? He doesn't like how sometimes s/o has to take breaks just to breathe

If you guys are in rush and s/o has to take a break dude will just "hell nah fuck this" and pick s/o up

Micheal really doesn't care about gender or sex. Your a dude? 👍. There's no need to 'prove it' or look certain way for him to belive you

Brahms Heelshire

Dude fr will set a timer on his phone so s/o won't 'overdose' binder 😭

Erm honey you are starting to hyperventilate, its time for a break dont you think?

Brahms acually did his homework and read bunch of articles about binders and now he understands way more😊👍

Darling remember to exercise before and after you wear it so it less uncomfy

Finds s/o very cute and squishes them too hard sometimes

Billy Lenz

????

The fuck?Are you suffocating or something? *judges*

What feels worse? Wearing binder a bit too tight or billy sitting on your chest while your trying to sleep?

Bro doesn't understand what is "gender dysphoria" and tired to hide s/o binder once cuz he didnt trust it

Lucky for you Billy doesn't go outside, so you don't have to worry about him getting lost walking faster than you

What are pronouns?

Jason Voorhees

Oh Jason you big baby

Jason just feels bad, cuz he knows that s/o feels less cool without the binder but baby you cant breathe😭

Of course he will wait for s/o and he won't rush them at all!

Will try to convince s/o to not wear binder so often. Jason sees you as a perfect boufriend weather you wear it or no

Genuinely worried about s/o health

Asa Emory

Ah creature, why would you think that wearing binder for whole day was a good idea?

Dude is smart, he already knew what binders are!

He is aware that trans people often struggle with dysphoria and he can't just be like "dont wear a binder lol" so he tries to calming explain that nono honey you are a man even if you don't have a flat chest i love you

If he finds out that s/o whats a top surgery, Asa went "Alr bet" and then your bank account blew up

Funfact! If s/o was openly trans before they met Asa... dude was convinced that s/o just has severe asthma 😭 he was like ??? Uh do you have your inhalator with you?? Or like is it temporary???

👽guys I ate good chicken today. With sauce

Also im not sure if its good? I kinda forgot how to write entering stuff😭😰

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💗 🍁😰Yandere rose x clingy male reader

[💗] - ‘’I just want to love you until the day we both stop breathing.’’ [🍁] - ‘’Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely. I will never let you go, because you are what color my life.’’ [😰] - ‘’If you leave me I will kill myself.’’

❝tw: mention of suicide.

You and Rosé were lying in your bed, in the room you shared in your house. Your arms were around her waist and her head was resting on your chest. Your fingers caressed your girlfriend's bare skin.

"I love you." Rosé murmured, tucking her head into your neck. You smiled. The soft light of the room enveloped the two of you, creating an intimate and peaceful moment.

"I love you too." You whispered back, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. Comfortable silence filled the space as you just enjoyed each other's presence.

Rosé smiled at your words and kissed your neck gently. She raised her head and stared into your eyes, her soft expression turning serious.

"You know if something happened to you I would go crazy, right?" She asked, looking at your face seriously. You stared at her hesitantly.

"I know." You said and brought your hand up to her face, stroking it, "I would go crazy too if something happened to you."

Rosé's eyes shone with tenderness at your words, as she gently pressed her hand against your face.

"Promise me that you will always take care of me, even when you are away from me." She asked in a soft but firm voice.

You nodded, feeling your chest tighten at the seriousness of the moment, "I promise." You said sincerely, sealing your words with a light kiss on her lips. The love between you was palpable, and this exchange of promises only strengthened it.

Rosé laughed happily and grabbed you tighter, squeezing you. You laughed at that. One thing that always worked between you was how affectionate and clingy you both were.

"Ah! Rosie, you're choking me." You commented, hugging her back tightly.

Rosé looked at you, "I just want to love you until the day we both stop breathing."

You felt a slight shiver at her words but decided to ignore it. You tilted her head and kissed her softly on the lips. Rosé kissed you with the same softness, as light as a feather and as sweet as her.

Rosé pressed her forehead against yours and looked straight into your eyes, "Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely." Rosé whispered against your lips, "I will never let you go, because you are what color my life."

Her words wrapped around your body like a warm hug, making your heart beat with renewed intensity. Each syllable carried an emotional weight that reverberated within you, touching parts of your being that previously lay dormant. The love you felt for this woman, Rosé, was a burning flame that lit up every dark corner of your soul, flooding it with indescribable joy.

"I feel the same way." You said, kissing her mouth again but this time it was more passionate. Rosé reciprocated with the same passion and devotion.

The kiss was an explosion of contained passion, a fiery expression of the love that overflowed between the two of you. The lips met in a perfect fit, each movement filled with desire and surrender. Under the sweetness of the touch, the intensity grew, and soon the tongues met in a sensual touch, dancing in harmony as if they were an extension of each other.

Rosé climbed on top of you, her body molding to yours in a natural and familiar way. Your hands found her hips, holding her firmly but gently, as if you wanted to protect her and at the same time merge with her.

When you broke apart in need of air, Rosé whispered against your lips, "Never leave me."

You looked at her, your eyes shining with doubt. Rosé took this the wrong way, however. She pursed her lips and said, "If you leave me I will kill myself."

Rosé's words registered in your mind and you swallowed hard, unable to help but feel uncomfortable with the weight of them. But you wouldn't let her know that, you didn't want to hurt her, and besides, you didn't plan on leaving her.

You were too involved to even think about breaking up with her.