#time flies when youre simping

[mackbethart]

I've made another one of those "insert yourself, or whomever you wish" Viktor fanarts. Hope you enjoy~

(The Hexcore serves as romantic lighting now.)

[eoieopda]

the one with mingyu and the twin bed

summary: you brought your boyfriend to your parents’ house for christmas dinner. he can’t get a grip because you can’t keep yours to yourself. pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader type: drabble (smut) | rating: 18+ | wc: 3.5k au: est. relationship, home for the holidays cw: teasing, teasing, teasing; unprotected sex; mingyu is a pouty lil simp; multiple orgasms; reader rides it like she stole it and has to keep him quiet in the process :’) a/n: nobody asked, i just have mingyu brain rot 🥲 🚨 MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS WHO INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED. MY WORK IS NOT FOR YOU.

You might kill him. And really, if that’s not your goal, it’s still the most likely result. This road you’ve chosen starts with a squeeze of his knee under the table, travels up his thigh and — well, Mingyu can imagine how it ends, but not when or where. That’s the problem.

Well, that’s the primary problem. 

The worst part about it all is that you look so unbothered by it all. You’re laughing through conversation with your parents, who sit on the opposite side of the table, like Mingyu isn’t on the brink of passing the fuck out beside you. Like his slacks aren’t squeezing the life out of him in the same torturous way your hand is. 

You’re moving so slowly that the table cloth doesn’t even flutter with your secret ministrations.

He knew you were a devil, but what fresh hell is this?

“— feeling okay?”

Mingyu has to blink himself back into reality to realize he’d been spoken to. Your father, who Mingyu had thankfully met before tonight — and made a positive, sustainable first impression on — looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow the same way yours do when you’re worried.

“Sorry,” Mingyu starts by clearing his throat. He flashes a smile that makes your mother blush, not unlike the way you usually do. “I was daydreaming about that galbi jjim from earlier. Don’t know if I’ll ever eat better.”

That’s a lie, he thinks immediately. Dessert is one seat over, fingertips whispering over his inseam, and Mingyu’s mouth is already watering at the thought. But he’s stuck. You’re untouchable as long as the pair of you are at this table, and you’re untouchable upstairs for more reasons than one. 

Your mother is flustered — so is Mingyu, but for an entirely different reason — and she glances up at your father. His smile is a flat line, but it reads like approval. She elbows him gently.

“See, yeobo?” She quips, “I told you he was charming.” 

Then, she turns to look at you with a firm nod. “You picked well.”

“To be clear, Mingyu picked me,” You laugh, waving your free hand dismissively.  “With the amount of girls queuing up for his attention, he had options — a lot of them. I just lucked out.”

At this, he short-circuits, so much so that he nearly sprays the wine he’s sipping all over the table and your unsuspecting parents. 

“Oh, no, no. Not even close,” He sputters, earning a surprised giggle from your mother. Faked offense pulls the corners of his mouth down, puckers his lips into an pout around his words. “I had to beg for your phone number, if I recall —”

“Did you really?” Your mother gasps. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, as if she’s watching one of the daytime dramas she’s always talking about.

Your father looks smug as he reaches his arm out over the table, fingers closed over his palm. The hand you aren’t using to commit unspeakable crimes lifts to meet his fist over the acorn jelly, knuckles tapping lightly. 

Your father smirks, “That’s my girl.”

You look at Mingyu fully now, not from the corner of your eye the way you had been. It’s downright spooky how your face can look that innocent at a time like this. That is, until you bite down on your plush lower lip.

Fuck.

Is he about to faint? He really might faint.

“Okay, fine. You’re right,” You demur with a shrug.

That sweet smile of yours is unbelievably misleading, but goddamn, does it look good on you.

“I didn’t make it very easy for you, did I?” 

He tries not to clench his jaw when you flatten your palm and squeeze the highest, innermost part of his thigh. He fails miserably. After all, you’re running out of real estate; and Mingyu’s running out of resolve. 

This is it for me, he thinks. Remember me as I was: a fucking simp.

Thankfully, both of your parents stand up to carry dishes off to be washed. They cross the threshold into the kitchen and miss the way Mingyu’s head slumps back against his chair. So desperate and defeated, he ignores the way his skull aches after colliding with the oak backrest.

He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the sweet release of death.

When their footfalls are no longer audible, Mingyu assumes they’re out of sight. You shift, but he doesn’t crack his eyes open until he feels the heat of your breath on the shell of his ear. His gaze locks on the ceiling when you whisper, “Can you blame me? It’s so cute when you beg.”

If his dick strains any harder against his pants, the zipper may break.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Mingyu gulps. He shakes his head, voice wavering. “Baby, I’m gonna drop dead in your childhood home — on Christmas, no less — and it’s gonna be all your fault.”

The tip of your nose nudges the side of his face as you place a kiss on his earlobe. The white knuckle grip he holds on the edge of the table is the only thing keeping him together, and you know it. Still, the feather-light touch of your fingertips finds what it’s after. They trace the outline of his bulge through his slacks, and before he can stop himself, Mingyu audibly sighs.

He’d tell you to stop if he could jumpstart his brain. That’s a lie, he corrects himself. He doesn’t want you to stop; he just wants you. Wants you so badly that it hurts.

“Attempted murder,” Mingyu mumbles helplessly.

God, he’s pathetic.

Head slumped to the side, he finally allows himself to look at you. Immediately, he has to wonder: is there anyone who wouldn’t beg for you? He’d be on his knees in a heartbeat if your parents weren’t loading a dishwasher, several meters away. He’d clear the table himself, too,  if sweeping his arm overtop and sending silverware to the ground counted for anything.

Unbothered by the internal crisis you’ve started in him, you stroke him slowly, like you have all the time in the world to end him; and not a care at all that you might get caught in the process. The kiss you leave on his jaw is so soft — and so laughably chaste, all things considered — that he’s not sure it even happened. To keep from pleading out loud, he grinds his teeth even more harshly together.

Are you there, God? It’s me, Mingyu.

His prayers are answered immediately, which makes him a little bit suspicious — and a lot more feral.

You hum, amusement downright musical, and he shivers. “I’m going to help them finish down here. Wait for me upstairs?”

When Mingyu shoots up to his feet, the force of his thighs against the underside of the table threatens to flip it. The remaining wine glasses wobble in place, but thankfully, you’d all killed the bottle some time ago; no drop is left to be spilled. He still cringes at the close call, though. With a grimace, he mutters rapid-fire apologies — whether to you, the glassware, or the God of Dirty Thoughts, he’s not sure. 

You trap your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from laughing, which Mingyu appreciates. His clumsiness would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t so incomprehensibly horny. All that blood flow has been redirected away from his brain, though, and his dirty mind can’t focus on how not cool he’s being about all of this. 

Just you, that little smirk on your lips, and the million ways he wants your mouth on him.

Once he steadies himself, it only takes a second for Mingyu to race towards the stairs. Any and all chill he might’ve had is left behind him in a cloud of dust.

It’s downright cartoonish, the way he scrambles up the steps — stumbling, knees colliding with the hardwood as he goes — but it’s effective. He reaches the landing in record time, then all but kicks open the door to your childhood bedroom. As soon as the doorknob collides with the wall behind it, Mingyu freezes in place.

That wall, he realizes, is the only barrier between your room and your parents’. Worse, your old bed is set longways against that very wall. And because the hits just keep on coming, it’s a twin bed. 

With a frilly purple duvet and shockingly minimal surface area, no less.

Horrified, Mingyu steps forward and places his hand flat against the small mattress. It doesn’t take much pressure to make the bed springs squeak — when has anything ever gone his way? — and that revelation nearly has him screaming obscenities at the ceiling.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

How is he supposed to fuck you under these conditions?

Frantic, he closes the door behind him, shuffles forward, and drops to his knees next to the bed. At his height, the frame barely reaches his midriff. Clearly, his life is a fucking joke.

Elbows now resting on the mattress, Mingyu clasps his hands together and leans forward to rest his forehead against his knuckles.

He’s never tried this before — not earnestly, anyway — and he doesn’t know where to start. Whatever the reason, he’s sure he can’t pray to any listening deity to let him get his dick wet. Anyone who hears his cry would smite him on the spot, he thinks, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Before he can settle on a prayer, footsteps sound off on the stairs just outside the door. The words are muffled; but there are multiple voices, which tells him that one or both of your parents have joined you on your journey upstairs. Suddenly, Mingyu is overcome with guilt. 

He’s in their home, having eaten their food — and now he’s a full-blown heretic, wanting nothing more than to devour their daughter like a man starved. But he can’t because, if he does, they’ll hear every dirty detail and —

Mingyu is many things, but he is not quiet.

You are, however, and he can barely make it out when you say, “Thank you, again, for dinner. And for letting us stay overnight.”

“Oh, don’t you dare!” Your mother peeps. Mingyu freezes, knowing in the rational part of his brain she can’t see him, but unable to stop himself. “It’s our pleasure! Really, it’s a long drive back for you two —”

Your father interjects, “— and Mingyu must be exhausted if he’s already in bed.”

For personal reasons, he thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut, I will be passing away.

There’s a moment of silence in which you must be hugging your parents goodnight, then there’s the quiet creak of the door opening. Footsteps, then more silence — you pausing for a moment, likely taking in the sight of him, then the door shutting softly behind you.

He can’t hear your approach over the hammering pulse in his ears, but he can feel the warmth of your body when you stand closely behind him. On instinct, he leans back onto his heels. A reflex of your own, you card your fingers through his hair and turn him into putty.

As embarrassing as it is to reckon with the fact, Mingyu acknowledges that the massage of your fingers might make him cum in his trousers.

“Were you praying?” You whisper, giggle evident despite the hushed tone. Your fingernails rake gently over his scalp; he swallows hard.

Mingyu is past the point of attempting nonchalance, so he confesses immediately. “Need divine intervention at a time like this. A twin bed? Parents? I’m doomed.”

“Maybe.” You lean down over his shoulder to purr into his ear. “Doomed or not, you look so perfect on your knees.”

That comment reverberates down his spine, ricochets off every vertebrae as it goes. He has to bite down on his fist to keep from groaning. It sure as shit doesn’t stop his eyes from rolling back in his head.

You drop your hand from his hair to trail your fingers down the length of his neck, then across the top of his shoulder. As you do, you step out from behind him and into his line of sight. You, illuminated only by a small, butterfly-shaped lamp, confirm his suspicions:

Ariana Grande was right all along. God is a woman.

You maintain eye contact as you reach behind your back and begin unzipping your dress. The burgundy fabric pools at your bare feet, having slipped right over the silkiness of your thighs without issue. If he wasn’t already in his knees, Mingyu would’ve dropped the same way.

“How confident are you that you can be quiet?” You ask softly. “Stakes are high, and you’re normally so vocal.”

Right out of the gate, he trips.

Mingyu responds with bravado and without whispering, “I can do it.”

Then, he slaps his hand over his big fucking mouth.

Biting back a smile, you reach out for the collar of his shirt. The buttons are undone with care, like any and every decibel is too much of a risk. You hum as you continue your work, “We can make it a challenge, then. If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” 

He lets you slide his shirt off his frame as soon as you’re finished with it. It lands where your dress did, wrinkling white on top of red.

“If you can’t  —” You pause and gesture down to his belt buckle, which he’s already gripping tightly to. It��s undone before you can blink, which causes the side of your mouth to twitch upwards. “— I’ll stop.”

Mingyu nods, more determined than he’s ever been, and pushes himself to his feet. Less nimbly than you, he fumbles desperately with the button and zipper at the top of his trousers. Eventually, he frees himself and they drop, too. They land with a muffled sound before being kicked blindly aside.

Your gaze drops to his briefs, pupils dilating when you see the mess you’ve made of him. The dark grey fabric is close to black at the tip of his dick, arousal seeping into the fibers and tattling on him. That is, if the blatantly thick imprint of his length hadn’t sold him out already.

His knees threaten to buckle all over again when he sees a flash of pink swipe over your lips, wetting them as your eyes grow even darker.

No, he really might cum on the spot.

You step over your discarded clothes. Closing the distance, you flatten your palms against his bare chest, push up on your toes, and kiss him properly for the first time in hours. His only instinct is to whine like a fucking baby when his lips part and you lick into his mouth, but he refuses to break this close to the starting whistle.

No, Mingyu will keep his shit together. He has to keep his shit together — even as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth and release it swollen with a pop.

“What do you want, baby?”

He doesn’t know if it’s his chest or your hands that are burning up, but a wildfire spreads as you run your palms down from his pectorals to his abdomen. Every muscle in his body tenses as your touch lowers. His lungs seem to, too, because he struggles to keep his breaths even.

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, knuckles tickling against the sensitive skin underneath his hip bones. You continue your questioning, as if he trusts himself to answer.

“My mouth?”

Oh god.

He wants it all, always and every which way, but he knows he won’t last a goddamn second in your throat — and you know it, too, even before he furiously shakes his head. 

Eyes laser focused on you, he does his best to beg without words. The puppy-dog eyes win you over every time.

When you smile at him like that — petal soft, still so devilish — he audibly sighs. There’s no helping him, he knows it. It’s a reflex, a rubber mallet to the knee. Thankfully, you let that breathy concession slide; let his briefs slide, too, until they drop unwanted around his ankles.

Mingyu is so hard that it hurts.

He’s a throbbing, leaking mess when your hand finally — fucking finally — wraps around his cock. Experimentally, you give him a light squeeze while you work the length. Your gaze flicks upwards to gauge his reaction, wrist rolling when you reach the crown.

If he had to guess, Mingyu would bet that he’s turned purple with the effort it’s taking to keep his needy mouth shut. But your eyes twinkle up at him and you tell him that he’s beautiful; and suddenly, his chest and cheeks go a shy shade of pink.

“Lay down, pretty boy,” you whisper, nodding your head towards that shitty little bed.

As he stretches out onto his back — to the best of his ability, with his heels nearly dangling off the end — he swears on his life that his friends can never know how weak he gets when you call him that.

You place your hands on his chest to keep your balance, lifting one leg over his until you’re straddling him. Your right knee settles uncomfortably between his leg and the wall, but you don’t complain. Instead, you look him dead in the eye and pull your fatal, black thong to the side.

Even in this piss-poor lighting, Mingyu can see the way your darkened eyes glint. He’s spellbound — there’s no other word to describe it.

One hand takes hold of his cock and lines it up to your cunt. The other raises to your lips, index finger extended. You tease him without saying a word, and he hears it loud and clear.

Oh, he’s going to be so good for you.

That’s what he tells himself until your arousal makes contact with the tip of his cock. That’s what he repeats in his head, over and over, when you sink down and gush around him, slick dripping to coat the centimeters that don’t quite fit inside of you. What he says out loud, elongated and definitely above a whisper, is:

“Fuuuuck.”

You quickly lean over his chest to cover his mouth with your hand. Though your pulses are both racing, he’s less focused on his total, abject embarrassment than he is on the amusement that causes your mouth to curve.

Keeping your hand where it is — for the good of everyone, really — you nip at his earlobe. He waits for the inevitable consequence of his actions.

Goddamn it. How stupid does he have to be to forfeit a prize like you?

“You don’t listen very well, baby,” Your hushed tone drips like honey into his ear. Involuntarily, his hips jerk upwards, pushing further into your wet heat.

Any distance is too much.

“But you feel so fucking good —”

Again, he ruts against you when your teeth graze his earlobe. Under your palm, his whimpering is unintelligible, but that doesn’t stop him. You catch his groan in your hand before it can hit the air.

“— might have to bend the rules for you.”

It’s torture. 

Mingyu knows you’re moving this slowly to avoid upsetting the box springs below, but whether or not there’s method to the madness, it’s still unbearable.

You swirl your hips in a way that makes his vision go white at the edges, grind down into his lap with quiet precision. He can feel that soft, spongy spot hiding behind your front wall; and he can hear those delicate little sighs as you fuck yourself deliberately.

He can feel his mind go blank, too, moments before your cunt milks him for all he’s worth. You don’t stop once he spills himself inside of you — you won’t, he hopes.

“Oh, shit,” you whimper, almost inaudibly. “I’m so close.”

The hand not covering his mouth disappears between your legs. If the way your eyes roll back is any indication, you’ve found what you were looking for. 

The sight of you is too much for Mingyu to handle. Nipples peaking through the translucent fabric of your bralette, wrist moving in the opposite direction of your hips, eyelashes fluttering while you rub spirals into your clit. Perfect, top to bottom.

Mingyu cums again when you do, refractory period be damned.

And when you collapse down onto his chest, walls still fluttering around him, he encircles you with his arm so tightly that he can feel you trembling through the aftershocks. With your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the tables turn.

“Fuck,” you mutter. The sound is mostly lost against his skin, but there’s enough volume to make you both start to snicker.

You kiss his neck, nudge him with the tip of your nose. Whispering, you ask, “Not bad for a twin bed, huh?”

Mingyu snorts. “Kinda feels like high school. You know, parents on the other side of the wall, cute little bedspread,” His voice trails off so he can press his lips against your temple. Voice low in your ear, he smirks, “Nutting within thirty seconds.”

Your muffled laughter shakes his shoulders, too. Then, you fall into a silence so easy he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep on top of him. To his surprise, you peep, “I didn’t think this through.”

He hums inquisitively in response. You crane your neck to meet his eyes. 

You inhale deeply, then sigh, “I have to waddle down the hallway of my childhood home to the bathroom — right past my parents’ door — and pretend like we didn’t just do what we did.”

Mingyu flashes you a wolfish grin that catches you off guard. Your eyebrows raise in anticipation.

“Need some divine intervention, sounds like. Maybe if you pray about it —” 

The only thing louder than the playful smack you land on his bicep is your laugh, straight from the bottom of your chest.

[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! what is this? boyfriend material.

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴘᴛ. 𝟷

✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, nagi seishiro ✿ ─ cw: fluff, gn!reader, no pronouns but there are a few 'fem coded' things referenced like make up or skirts, aged-up!characters, established relationships, pet names, kissing, groping, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, proofread so many times so if there’s a typo ill cry ✿ ─ notes: this is my first post ♪(´▽｀) i haven't written stuff like this in a pretty long time so bear with me ‹𝟹 this is some hybrid of headcanon and drabble idk

ISAGI YOICHI is a full-fledged bonafide simp...

he suffers from tragic a condition. when he’s not trying? flirting supreme panty dropper. however, when he tries to flirt with someone he likes? bro is fumbling. at first he seems like such an instant charmer. hes a classic gentleman, great listener, and super attractive. but the second he gets an inkling of a crush, he ruins it for himself. stuttering and getting his words mixed up, saying the most embarrassing jumbled combination of what he actually meant to.

follows you around to all your tasks because how else would he spend his free time except hanging with his baby. to sephora, to the grocery store, to the salon, the the ends of the earth if that's where you're heading that day. more than happy to hold onto your hand as you go about your business, rambling about global soccer statistics and looking at you like you hold the world. yoichi is a prideful purse holder too, his arms and pockets and car being full of your belongings makes him insanely happy for some reason he can’t put his finger on. always ready to press the lip gloss you’re patting yourself down for into the palm your hand, taking a kiss as payment.

he’s bad at planning dates, so don’t put him in charge unless you want to be late to a reservation at a restaurant 2 hours away with mediocre food. he’s good at paying for them though!! the dates he does get to plan are usually to the mall. what can i say, man likes to spoil you.

at the mall isagi can kind of trick you. because typically if he were to offer to buy you a couple hundred dollars worth of things, you would absolutely refuse. buttt if its just one thing from this store and one thing from another, and maybe its the fact that you dont feel the weight of all the items as your boyfriend carries it all, but it flies under your radar. and at some point you look at yoichi… and he has a lot of shopping bags. surely some of those were his right? the little pleased love sick smile on his face says otherwise.

its so worth it to isagi tho. he gets to spend time with you, make you happy, be a doting bf. but it also means that he can pick out clothes for you. as generous as he was, he could be a bit of a greedy gifter - never leaving the mall without a new skirt of his choosing. will personally pick out a pile of things he wants you to try on just for him.

once youre with isagi for a few months, he reveals his true colors. man is a serial PDA offender. he just thinks you’re so pretty, and it gives him such an ego boost to be the guy by your side. better hold his hand or its going in your back pocket. leans in under the guise of giving you a quick, generally acceptable peck on the lips… but all of a sudden he wants another before you even fully pull away from the first and its all downhill from there. sits on your side of the table at restaurants instead of across from you so he can rest his hand on your thigh and sneak in small squeezes when he thinks youre not paying attention. and be careful about walking in front of him, he’s not strong enough to resist the urge to smack your ass.

if the PDA thing wasnt a dead give away, isagi is just very affectionate in general, honestly has a hard time leaving you alone when you’re in the same room as him. he just gravitates towards you no matter what he was previously doing. very easily distracted, very easy to bribe. he’s the type of guy where when he goes to get out of bed in the morning to go to practice, and you cling to him and ask him for just 5 more minutes, theres nothing that could stop him from sinking right back into your arms. his attendance record has definitely suffered because he is unable to deny you a single thing you ask for, especially if that thing is him.

CHIGIRI HYOMA is taken and makes sure everyone knows it…

hyoma’s partner very quickly becomes his best friend if they weren’t before they started dating. it’s not even intentional, but he gets very quickly attached to you. sure, he has a decent amount of friends, but none of them know him like you do. he loves to hear you talk about your life, invested in your daily drama and indulging you with all of his. he likes to hear your input and insights on situations. he takes notes in his phone when he sees things he thinks you would like, or conversations he had that he wants to tell you about. forever surprised by how much he misses you when you’re apart, chigiri is used to not needing anyone the way he needs you. is so much grumpier at matches that have him go abroad without you, texting you often throughout the day, whenever he can get his hands on his phone.

because you’re now his best friend and partner, chigiri’s a bit tied to you at the hip, but he would never admit to being clingy. not that you mind, hanging out with him is fun and surprisingly intimate. he never fails to hold your hand wherever you go or throw an arm around your shoulder. on dates he’ll lean in close to your ear to whisper little observations and jokes about the people around, the two of you sharing witty comments and secretive snickers behind your hands. when hanging out with mutual friends, the way yours eyes meet his wordlessly, both holding the same micro expression, indistinguishable to other people, that says “we are so talking about that later”.

speaking of clinging to your side, hyoma can have a bit of a possessive streak at times. i feel like it’s something you don’t really expect of him until there’s a guy flirting with you in a store. the way your boyfriend is at your side before you can even answer, standing at his full height, squaring his shoulders with a sour look on his face, not at all shy about the way his arm snakes around your waist. “they’re not interested.” he states plainly, as if it were obvious, but if you payed close attention to him (which you always did), you would notice the distasteful curl of his lip or the venom seeping into his tone or the way his usually gentle fingers hold onto your side with a firm grip.

he doesn’t meet your eyes after, already sensing the knowing smirk on your lips. his ears turn red when you break the silence to tell him that green was a good color on him. but, your ever clever boyfriend is quick to reply, “that’s cute baby, but i’m not jealous. you haven’t seen me when i’m jealous.” the mischievous glimmer in his eye and the smug smile he wears reminds you to not test him.

king of matching outfits with you. not in the novelty shirts cheesy way, but he always asks for a fit check before he picks you up on dates. chigiri is outside your apartment within the hour, wearing a jacket that matches the color of your shoes and a sly grin. generally starts to shift his style to be a bit more cohesive with yours, he loves going out and looking like you belong together.

not to mention, matching outfits give him more excuses to take pictures with you. photos of you and him are plastered all over his instagram, your handle in his bio and everything. he’s no amateur either, always able to catch your best side, in perfect lighting. really makes you feel as pretty as he seems to think you are. hyoma is a bit of a show off too, so he gets a bit of an ego boost getting to let everyone know how cute you are, and that you’re all his.

hyoma greatly values the alone time he gets to spend with you. the best part of his week is sitting on the couch as you help him with his hair care routine. you running a mix of the comb and your fingers through his hair as the two of you catch up on the k-drama you started together. your touch and your attention and your warm presence enough to make the stress of a pro soccer career melt off his shoulders. makes you teach him how to do your nails and learns your skin care routine so that he can return the favor, although he’s much better at the latter.

MIKAGE REO is ungodly whipped and more than a little dramatic…

if we’re talking about social media boyfriends, reo is near insufferable. let’s be real, reo was already flexing on the gram before you got with him. constantly posting pictures of his car and expensive watches and exclusive clubs. he just becomes worse when you agree to go out with him. his story is full of aesthetically blurry shots of you, sometimes featuring him, anywhere and everywhere. in his car, on dates, cooking in his kitchen. he even found the audacity to post a picture of you in his bed, your bare back in full frame, the sheets pooled around your waist. “i’m so lucky” was the caption and the only context provided. unsurprisingly the lifespan of that post was quite short once you caught wind of it, with the assurance that he wouldn’t be getting so lucky in the near future.

i totally think reo is the type of guy that tries to act like a fuckboy but is secretly a hopeless romantic. in other words, reo is a huge sap™. has a picture of you in his wallet. you’re his screen saver and all his passwords feature your name. nagi is the last person left that will still listen to reo ramble on about you, all of his other friends having gotten tired of it.

we already know that reo is taking you to fancy dinners on the regular, but more unexpectedly i think he is a big fan of outdoorsy dates. previously mentioned hopeless romantic tendencies means reo loves a picnic way more than he lets on. his favorite is when the summer comes around and he gets to take you to the beach. if reo dies and goes to heaven and it's not you rubbing sunscreen into his warm back in a skimpy swimsuit he picked out for you himself, he's not interested. a close second favorite of his is late night drives with you. all the windows of his luxury sports car down, blasting a playlist the two of you made together, singing loud and ugly down the empty freeway. in these moments you make him feel weightless and he swears it’s addicting.

king of clingy. every time that you feel your phone vibrate, there's a good chance that it's your boyfriend. never with anything important either, asking where you are, how was your day, sending you pics of whatever he is doing, even resorting to imessage games when he runs out of things to talk about. he just always finds himself itching to open your contact. if mikage reo could eat up all of your attention, he would not hesitate to do so.

reo is usually the caretaker. when he obtained status of boyfriend, you automatically went on his list of special people in his life, only really consisting of you and nagi, and this granted you the exclusive privilege of walking all over him if you so please. truly a pushover and weak to your pouts. while we’re on the subject of ways to get him to fold, reo is surprisingly easy to flatter. your compliments are honey to his ears, no matter how many people have said the same to him before. his heart thumps loud in his chest whenever you do any act of service or labor of love for him. just wait for the day you buy this man some flowers. got his hand splayed over his red face, his palm not wide enough to cover his infatuated grin. "they're really for me, babe? god i knew i picked you for a reason.”

reo's feelings for you run extremely deep. scary deep. you make him feel stupid and irrational. he can't think straight, he's impulsive. you have to keep a close eye on him because give reo enough time alone and he'll convince himself that getting your name tattooed across his chest is an amazing idea, a grandiose display of his affection and devotion to you - sick as hell too. god forbid you go on a trip by yourself, there's honestly a decent chance you'll come home to a marriage proposal and explanations on how "no no, don't worry babe, i know its sooner than you expected but i've got it all planned out.” just be glad that up until this point he has resisted the strong urge to drop a fourth of his trust fund on a ring, a price he's more than willing to pay to make you all his.

NAGI SEISHIRO is greedy and will readily take a mile if given an inch…

nagi is… new to the whole boyfriend thing to say the least. not to say he’s bad at it or anything, but i imagine that in the beginning of your relationship, things are a bit, for a lack of better words, lukewarm. he struggles a bit with recognizing that the switch from friends to more than friends is more than just the title, letting you completely take the wheel. but his passiveness doesn’t last long. not when he can’t escape the way you are constantly on his mind. he thought it was overwhelming enough having a crush on you, but now that he’s falling for you it’s on another level. he thinks of you when he first opens his eyes, facing the obnoxious blue light of his phone to send you your daily goodmorning :x . he thinks of you at night, when he’s restlessly fighting to fall asleep before he ultimately caves and facetimes you so that he can drift off to your tired mumbles and even breaths. he thinks of you when practice drags on, the anticipation of seeing you after the only thing keeping him from giving into his exhaustion.

nagi can’t get you out of his head for the life of him, but to be fair he doesn’t put up much of a fight. seishiro is used to getting what he wants, so what does he do when his desire for you becomes a hassle? he makes it your problem. constantly calling you and asking you to pick him up from social functions because he misses you. insisting that he stays the night at your place or that you come to his because he needs his daily dose of you. and he doesn’t have the shame to be shy of telling you everything on his mind either. he unintentionally says very flustering things, unabashedly demanding your touch and your company, no matter who is listening. it’s your fault he’s like this after all, you might as well take responsibility and give him what he wants.

and what he wants is affection from you, as much as he can get. serishiro is mesmerized by your reactions. being in love with you is uncharted territory that he maps out with piqued curiosity and newfound greed. especially kissing. once nagi gets his first taste of kissing you for real, messy and needy and drawn out, he never wants to go back. not after seeing your red face, eyes lidded and lips parted so cutely he just has to steal one more. now his day dreams revolve around you, what flavor of chapstick you’re wearing, what perfume do you have on, are you thinking of him as much as he does you? thats one thing he never really finds the courage to ask, but that he secretly hopes is true.

he loves to find things you can work on together, even if you always end up being the one putting in more effort. nagi will insist on cooking dinner together, and maybe you get his help for a good 10 minutes before he’s slumped in a seat at the counter eating the ingredients. buys tons of lego sets for the two of you to put together and while you’re following the instructions, he’s stealing pieces you need so he can build a little car to push around the table while he watches you figure it out. he’ll even settle for a puzzle and a movie, but your out of luck if you expect him to do anything but the edges.

the lazy genius only really has the time and energy to have a couple of important people in his life, but once you make it into that inner circle, that shit is permanent as far as he’s concerned. it begins with him telling you that it only makes sense to leave some clothes at his apartment, you’re at his place half the week anyway. and then its him smuggling over your favorite pillows and stuffed animals to his bed instead of yours. then he’s asking you to go grocery shopping with him every week. the jokes he makes about the fact that, “you keep all your stuff here anyway. just move in with me already,” are far too frequent to be subtle. but when he hits you with the puppy eyes, which are annoyingly effective, how could you say no?

you’ve put yourself in his orbit after all and now the solar system that is nagi seishiro will use his gravity to pull you inevitably closer. it’s doomed.

is my bias obvious?? cuz i feel like it might be… lmk which one was your favorite!!

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[dee-morris]

If They Get Any Cuter I May Discorporate

After the fight over Jim, Crowley storms out, catches some quick voltage, and sits in his car a while. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs them on the rear view mirror, and his eyes are so tired and sad, you can fucking TELL he already regrets his reaction.

Aside from getting a mouthful of flies, I'm pretty sure he's relieved when Beelzebub snatches him off the street and hauls his ass to hell for some quick mild threatening with erasure from existence. "I have an excuse to change my mind and go back that doesn't make me look like a spineless simp! Best day ever!"

Aziraphale hears him coming and really quick gets up from the chair where he was staring at the wall with a cup of tea in his hands that he probably never even sipped out of. Sat down at his desk and pretended like he'd been working the whole time and never noticed Crowley was gone.

I love them so fucking much, your honor.

[cubarsis]

Baecation | p. cubarsí paredes

— Synopsis : Pau took his girlfriend with him for vacation, of course he can’t resist showing her off to the world!

— SMAU

— pure fluff

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yourusername : real but as he should

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paucubarsi : simply can’t find another woman like that, try going for your best mates sister for the thrill

user2 : 🫡🫡

fcbarcelona : Looks like Pau is enjoying some well-deserved downtime with his girlfriend! They look so happy together 💑

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paufan : hard to be sad when I see Pau and his gf posting on ig

ynfan : real I love them more than they love each other

user3 : free therapy I swear

yourusername : my man

paucubarsi : proud to be 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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yourusername : impossible to separate him

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user9 : Okay, Pau and his girl make us straight-up all wish we were on vacay with them 🌴

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paucubarsi : please just shut up 😭

lamineyamal : freak

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yourusername : told ya he looks better irl than on those pictures back then

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user3 : I want both it them so fucking bad

user 4 : ikr?? She gorgeous asf, he a cutie, what do we want else

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paucubarsi : love it here, and even more with my woman 🤍

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paucubarsi : I love you so much

yourusername : we’re in the same room, stop texting me and give me a kiss

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paucubarsi : me or my girl ?

hctorforrt : both.

marcguiu1 : my son is growing up so fast, bagged a girl and already out the country with her 😪

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user10 : this guy mad ugly she could do so much better 💀

yourusername : you better sleep with one eye open lil bro 😭🙏

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paucubarsi

hope you liked those flowers, handpicked just for you 🩷

yourusername

Pau 🙁🙁🙁 stop making me melt in the grocery store

paucubarsi

Bare minimum for a pretty lady I call my girlfriend, if you ask me

When will you be back ??

yourusername

I’ll be back in 10, are you okay, baby ?

paucubarsi

mhmm, just missing you, hermosa :( I know we see each other all day but still

yourusername

nvm I’ll be back in 5.

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paucubarsi : night out with my love, happy two years anniversary ❤️

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user1 : time flies seeing them so happy together 🤧

user2 : I wanna be them so bad

user1 : us ?

user2: say less 🤭

yndefender : the way he looks at her 🥹

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lamineyamal : simp

paucubarsi : don’t tell me you wouldn’t be one if you had her ??

yourusername : Here’s to many more adventures and memories together, love you endlessly💕

paucubarsi : The things you do to me 😵‍💫

user56 : the way he flirts with her in his comment section, he’s so in love

user9 : Bro impossibly down bad for his girl, ain’t nobody can blame him tho

user8 : Lamine so right about him being a simp

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[lixieisgod]

𝐺𝑌𝐴𝐿 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝒀 # !

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠⤷ there is like zero Caribbean representation in fics so you know ya girl has try to fix that shit. Caribbean girls on top🕺🏽 so it’s not right that we ain’t got shit. please reblog and lmk if y’all like this.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠⤷ 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

since the night you and eren met at a party you’ve basically been inseparable since. you two have been together for a while now and it’s safe to say you guys are the IT couple.

lmfaoo at first when your friends would catch you simping they’d be like “what happens to gazah forever” and start laughing. But they mean well it’s all jokes they like seeing you and eren so happy with each other.

a few people thought it wouldn’t last that long, thinking he wouldn’t be able to handle you. BUT BABYY were there wrong ! you two have a good balance in your relationship, your energies align so well.

there’s no getting between you two. “my man tie me, I’m on him badd”

you were a little nervous at fist to let him meet your family, you know they can be a little judgmental sometimes but you weren’t too worried. Everything went really good when he met the fam. Your male relatives were a bit over protective but you can’t blame them too much, you’ll always be their baby.

At the family events he eats his weight in food lmfaoo. He’s a big fan of rotis, jerk chicken with white rice, green bananas and salt fish, as well as chutney. It melted your heart to see him enjoying traditional foods.

this man lives to see you dance, from the first grind he got at that party, he’s been hooked since. He’s actually got really good rhythm. So he’s great at any party, whether it’s holding onto your waist slow dancing with you singing the lyrics “ gyal, mi wan’ if hold yuh put me arms right around yuh” in his ear.

this one time you brought him to a family gathering and he danced western with the older ladies of the family, your grandma love him sm, he even calls her ma or mum.

this man can really turn tf up. like REALLY turn TF up. for example when you two are at a Bacchanal all his composure flies out the widow. But he never lets other girls try to dance with him and you do the same when it comes to other men.

lemme tell youuu, there’s a video of you two dirty dancing to vybez kartel at the fette. that shit was wildd like giving him mad fast wine and him positioning you with his hands on your lower back watching your movements

He loves when you make him breakfast, his favorite thing that you make him is fried bakes and cocoa tea. It’s like his comfort food at this point.

he loves hearing all the folklore stories, they’re so fascinating to him. he was low-key kinda scared when you told him you’d send a dupply after him as a joke.

He likes trying Caribbean snacks, he likes half frozen chubby and icelollies.

A DOMINOS FIEND !! your uncles and him were playing together and that shit was heateddd. He smacks the dominos hard asll lmfao. Your uncles lowkey started respecting him more after he won a few games.

He lovesss playing football in the rain with your cousins. your grandma puts oil in the middle of the head to make sure he doesn’t get sick.

LATE NIGHT DRIVES ARE A VIBEE. The two of you have this long ass playlist that you guys bump while driving in the middle of the night with the roof down.

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it’s the middle of the night and the two of you are speeding through the mostly empty streets with cold Heineken’s screaming the lyrics to the songs in you guy’s playlists. “ LONGING FOR MY BABY TO LOVE ME MOREE, WHAT AM I LONGING FOR? BABYLON RELEASE THE CURE” !

he sings you all of the old school love songs

he loves and appreciates you so freaking much, you’re the best thing in his life, and he lets everyone know it. you two are such a good couple.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[huggybearluvr]

Next Thing You Know || Q.H

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.

The song links:

Apple Music || Spotify || Youtube

y/nmathews

liked by yourbestfriend, quinnhughes, and others... y/nmathews met this guy at a bar and next thing you know he's my boyfriend....

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yourbestfriend I'll kill him. He better treat you right.

y/nmathews oh he is girl

austonmathews do i know him. does he play hockey. and how old is he.

y/nmathews idk. maybe. lols

quinnhughes seems like a stud

jackhughes that back looks familiar....

y/nmathews no it doesn't!

lukehughes YES IT DOES @quinnhughes

quinnhughes shut up.

jackhughes @austonmathews do we approve of this?

austonmathews i'm just glad it isn't you with your grubby hands.

jackhughes excuse me?

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes never thought I could love like this.

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jackhughes thought you said you were staying single for awhile

lukehughes he did infact say that.

quinnhughes don't be mad that you guys cant pull like I can

y/nmathews I love you <3

quinnhughes I love you more baby

ellenhughes such sweethearts

austonmathews this is...

jackhughes nasty?

lukehughes absoutely fucking crazy?

y/nmathews can you guys leave us alone please?

austonmathews sorry.

jackhughes im not

lukehughes me either

quinnhughes .

yourbestfriend OKAY THIS IS CUTE

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes next thing you know she moved in! ... and brought her weird ass dog with her...

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austonmathews the first picture...

y/nmathews is so cute!

austonmathews no.

y/nmathews WEIRD ASS DOG?! excuse me sir Zues is a little baby

quinnhughes he could squash us both.

y/nmathews hes. a. little. baby.

quinnhughes he ways 140 pounds...

y/nmathews shhhhh he's my baby.

mitchmarner @austonmathews YOU LET HER TAKE THE DOG?!

austonmathews its her dog?

mitchmarner NO NO NO It was yours as much as it was hers.

y/nmathews he didn't take care of that dog, it was all me.

mitchmarner zues squared tho :(...

y/nmathews ill bring him with me when I visit.

y/nmathews

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y/nmathews Mrs. y/n hughes has a ring to it.

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quinnhughes I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby

y/nhughes I love you more than anything else in this world

austonmathews when he asked for my blessing, I didn't think he would propose so quickly.

quinnhughes oops?

austonmathews if she's happy, I'm happy.

y/nmathews im more than happy :)

jackhughes god she's gonna be moms favorite now

ellenhughes she already is :)

lukehughes MOM NO I AM

quinnhughes in your dreams Luke it was me before y/n

yourbestfrind AWWWW BABY

y/nmathews my maid of honor <3

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes the best weekend of my life. To my beautiful wife, I love you more than any words could ever say. You are the sunshine of my life and I have no idea where I would be without you. Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.

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y/nhughes wouldn't wanna be doing life wiht anyone else. I love you quinn.

quinnhughes I love you too baby

jackhughes congrats to both of you! I love you both.

y/nhughes awww rowdy, we love you

ellenhughes Congratulations! welcome to the family officially y/n!

y/nhughes thank you!!

austonmathews You got a good one Quinn. Congrats to both of you!

lukehughes huggy is all grown up :(

quinnhughes i've been grown.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes the honesymoon has been nothing short but amazing.

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austonmathews Zues misses his parents come back soon

y/nhughes or do you just miss me?

austonmathews ...

jackhughes QUINNS A SIMP

y/nhughes I can't deny that

quinnhughes for her yes I am a simp.

quinnhughes mrs. quinn hughes looking great!

y/nhughes mr. quinn hughes looking even better

lukehughes vomit.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes surprise! baby hughes on the way!

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austonmathews I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!

jackhughes WE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

lukehughes WEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

mitchmarner WEEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

y/nhughes yes you are ALL gonna be uncles.

austonmathews so like whose the god father...?

jackhughes me

lukehughes uhmmmm no me.

quinnhughes both of you stop.

ellenhughes congrats! the baby is gonna be a little angel!

quinnhughes I am so excited baby!

y/nhughes me too! Can't wait for little nugget.

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes surprise twin boys! Y/n and I are so excited to introduce Sawyer Warren Hughes and Seth Auston Hughes.

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y/nhughes I am so excited to be doing life with you and them! I can't picture a better family! I love your three more than anything in this entire world.

quinnhughes and we love you all the way to the moon and back baby.

austonmathews you named one of them after me?

mitchmarner he is quite literally crying rn.

y/nhughes awww Aus, come over and meet your god children :)

austonmathews are you being serious? I am the god father???

quinnhughes we couldn't think of any one more perfect for the role

lukehughes I am so honored.

y/nhughes we love you lukey.

[twstjam]

Hello fellow Lilia simps. So, this is kind of a continuation of this post of mine about a General Vanrouge x Human Spy Reader prompt but in actual written form this time. This is brought to you by my friend Teara saying "Something something "Showing up on your enemy's doorstep, bloody and wounded becase 'I didn't know where else to go…' and then collapsing into their arms"" and also someone saying that the og post gave them serotonin. I am only a human being weak to the happiness of other human beings so @thatonedemonbitch this for you!! I hope you enjoy this one too 💕

Content warning: A bit of blood and non-graphic description of injury.

The night is cold, quiet, and lonely… until it isn't.

Generally, when patrolling Wild Rose Castle, any kind of commotion isn't a good sign, whether it be from within the castle or outside of it. This time though, the sound that draws General Vanrouge's attention isn't loud and thunderous. The night sky is cloudless, and the screeching bat that appears to alert him is lit by the glow of starlight.

"What is it?" the General asks as the bat clumsily clings to the skin-tight material on his shoulder. She squeaks frantically as she climbs down to cling more securely to his chest. Lilia sighs as he brings up a hand to help soothe her. "Slow down, I can't understand what you're going on about."

The little messenger does not slow down. Instead, she seems to grow more frantic, squealing loudly and insistently as she pulls on the fabric of his hood. He honestly can't be bothered to keep trying to make sense of her babbling, so, resigned to another busy night, General Vanrouge picks up his mask and secures it over his face.

Lilia climbs onto the edge of the tower. The bat hangs off his hand before dropping off and taking flight and the general flies after it.

The bat continues crying out as she leads him, insistent despite him flying right at her tail. Some of his fellow guards rouse from their positions upon seeing him come down from his post on the tower overlooking the castle grounds and hurry to join him.

"General!" Lilia jolts in surprise at the bark of Baul's thunderous voice. "Did you see something? Is the castle under siege?!"

"We don't appear to be." Though his pause to address Baul is only brief, the bat quickly grows alarmed and doubles back to scream at him. He swats at her with an irritated groan. "I get it, I get it! What in the world has gotten into you…?!"

"Sir?" Baul's mask is turned towards the fussy bat, no doubt growing increasingly concerned himself at her demeanor.

"I didn't see anything threatening, but tell everyone else to be on their guard. Baul, come with me." He addresses one of the other guards before turning to Baul and nodding towards the bat.

Baul follows after him dutifully, keeping pace with him even as he sprints to catch up with the bat. Despite his much heavier armor, his movements barely make a sound, but it's not comparable to how the Phantom General seems to melt in and out of the shadows as if he was one himself.

They both slow to a halt when they hear more squeaks and flapping wings in the the forest. Lilia moves slowly and warily despite knowing that it's his own bats gathered somewhere ahead. One can never be too careful, and he was correct to be, for among the din of his bats is another sound—The drag of feet and heavy huffs of breath.

Sure enough, Lilia sees his bats crowded around an unfamiliar hooded figure, hunched over as the little critters tug and pull on whatever piece of their clothing they can grab onto. Lilia's brows furrow at their behaviour. He's about to call out to them when the little messenger bat beats him to it with a piercing cry, and some of the flock splits away to also start screaming at him.

"Hey!" Lilia exclaims when they pull on his hair and flap around his face. He swats them away and hisses at them, making his annoyance at their misbehaviour clear.

The hooded figure stumbles and his bats squeal with alarm. Lilia's hand flies to grip his cleaver as the person hobbles towards him with their futile aid.

Lilia sniffs the air. The thick scent of iron is evident. Behind him, Baul growls, having come to the same realisation. What is a human doing all alone so close to Wild Rose Castle? And why are his bats behaving so strangely?

Realisation suddenly strikes him, as quick and shocking as lightning. A part of him immediately shoves it down—Shoves away false hope like he has been doing for the past months of coldness, silence, and loneliness.

But it isn't false. It can't be, because the human lifts their head, and he sees your eyes.

"Vanrouge…" Your voice is faint and weak, quiet even to his keen hearing. He hears it though when you lose your footing and before he knows it he's leaping forward and catching you in his arms. You fall limply, and as he feels warmth seep into his gloves, he realises that the iron he's smelling isn't armor or weapons.

He adjusts his hold on you and your heavy cloak falls away to reveal your front that's almost completely soaked red. Your hands are stained, trembling over a hastily-dressed wound. Your face is bruised and bloody with scratches and cuts.

"I-I didn't… nowhere to go…" you croak out. Your lips wobble in your attempt to speak. Baul watches over Lilia's shoulder with confusion from where he's standing behind him.

The shock abates and urgency takes its place.

"Don't just stand there and gawk!" Lilia yells as he whirls his head around to glare at Baul from behind his mask, making the other fae jump. "Get the healers!"

"Y-Yes sir!"

Baul runs off, his voice loud as thunder as he yells out to the other guards. Bats continue flapping around Lilia, but in a more fearful manner this time.

"Be still," he commands you as he hovers his hand over your wound. His hand glows with magic, and you gasp and hiss at the sting of the hasty healing spell. "This should keep you alive a bit longer."

"Oh, wonderful," you murmur with a strained voice.

"See? You're doing better already, since you're well enough to crack jokes." A part of him is relieved, but he also feels bitter at how you seem completely unaware of just how much turmoil you've put him through. He doesn't blame you though—Even he was unaware of it, and it had all only come washing over him the moment he realised he was looking at you and watching you bleed to death.

When your letters had stopped coming, Lilia had suffocated all the heavy feelings that came in their stead. He already had enough things to worry about without your lack of response weighing him down. Now though, he regrets having ignored them so stubbornly, because now they rise up his chest and throat and threaten to suffocate him as if in revenge.

Lilia does what he can do—Shove them down, again, because you're bleeding all over him and him sobbing over your disappearance and subsequent return or demanding answers from you are not ways to ensure that your dumb ass doesn't die on him immediately after reappearing from obscurity.

You groan when Lilia adjusts his arms to hold you more securely and rises to his feet. To avoid jostling your weak little injured human body, he drifts off the ground and flies the both of you back to the castle.

His bats flutter after him, noticeably calmer but no less concerned over you. You remain oblivious to their fretting and Lilia's desperation beginning to make his heart race as you sluggishly turn your head to hide your face against his chest.

Lilia doesn't realise how much of a grip he has on you until he touches back down and the royal healers swarm him. He has to tear his hands off of you as he lays you down on the cot they've prepared. He has to leave, to give the healers space to do their work, but he finds that the thought of leaving you makes him uneasy.

He discovers that you're just as reluctant to part from him, because when he finally tears himself away, you reach out and grasp his fingers with the miniscule amount of strength that remains in your body. Lilia has felt much more unrelenting grips in his centuries of living, and yet he's unable to pull away.

Your eyes are glazed with pain, but still you look at him the best you can from beneath heavy eyelids. You're possibly on your deathbed but you'd still rather look at him than anything else. You've most definitely gone delirious from blood loss, but still, he finds himself reassured enough to finally pull away, but not without a brief squeeze of your paled fingers, the slightest indulgence of your touch that he hasn't felt in so long.

Lilia leaves your side and the image of your beaten and bleeding body disappears behind a wall of frantic healers. He unintentionally lingers and has to be shooed away by a very displeased medic.

Lilia drags his feet. His bats drop heavily onto him and hang off various nooks, exhausted. There's nothing else left to do but wait, but whether or not you manage to live, Lilia remains a royal guard and General of the Land of Briar so he leaves to return to his post, but not without thoughts of your well-being having overtaken his mind.

It's not something he's unused to, and it's also something he doesn't think he'll ever have the privilege to admit out loud.

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, tiny bit angst, babies!

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: I know, I know, it took me a long time to finally post it... I hope y'all can forgive me. 🙈 Anyways, here it is! Enjoy! 🧡

This sequel is based on @eleniblue 's ideas. 😊

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th

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❄️Chapter Two ❄️

Ice Flower AU Masterlist ❄ Loki Masterlist ❄ Masterlist

Chapter One - First Steps

"Over a year old, really?" You nodded with a smile, bouncing Áki gently on your arm. "Mhm. They are growing very fast." "My my..." The sweet and kind older lady said, shaking her head. "Time flies by." "Indeed."

Once in a while you would visit the city; go to the market place - mostly when there was a market, and talked to several citizens - bonding with your people. After all, you were their queen - and even though Loki did most of the royal duties, you wanted to do at least that. It became a tradition. Whenever you made your trips and talked to the Jotuns, you went alone. No guards. No Loki. Just you. You wanted them to see you as their queen, sure, but also as a normal woman, who is interested in their lives and wellbeing. Your husband didn't quite like it at first. Well, not the idea itself, rather that you were going alone - but you insisted. This time, though, you didn't go alone. You took Áki with you, while Váli was with his father. Both twins would've been a bit too much to take care of alone in the city with dozens of people. Especially now; given the fact that they were a few months over a year old now and therefore very quirky. Winter was luckily over and spring had just begun - so it wasn't that cold when you went to on your traditional trip.

"Can they walk already?" The female Jotun asked, looking adoringly at the baby boy in your arms, who enjoyed the sun on his face and played happily with the wooden warrior figure his father had gifted him. "Áki is on the verge of starting to walk. I think it won't take him very long anymore to get the nick of it. And Váli… He has just learned how to pull himself up on his feet, so... He needs a bit more time - which is totally fine." The woman smiled, causing you to smile as well. "My son took his time as well, but now he grew into a strong, healthy man. I do hope the princes are growing up strong and healthy, too. Thank you for your visit, your majesty." She curtsied, "I hope so, too. Thank you - and you are welcome." and gave you a last, sweet smile, before she redirected her attention back to her ice flowers.

After that conversation, you decided to call it a day, given the fact that you were quite tired and your son as well. "Let's head back home, Áki, shall we? Home to your brother and father?" The little boy smiled, ruby eyes shining. "Dada, Vava!" You giggled, pressing a kiss against his cerulean, chubby cheek and said your goodbyes to several Jotun's before you made your way back to the palace.

You spend the rest of the day alone with the twins, after you've been told that the king was indisposed, because of a stupid incident with one of the merchants, which supplied the kingdom.

After the night had swallowed Jotunheim and the princes were deep and fast asleep, you changed into your nightgown and read the book you found in the library yesterday; waiting for your husband to return. As it got very late and he still wasn't back, you decided to go to his study; looking after him. And that's what you did. Tip-toeing down the dimly lit hallways of the palace, until you reached the big, familiar door. You lifted your hand to knock; getting a quite annoyed and grumpy 'Yes?!' in return. Gently, you opened the door and peeked inside, finding Loki sitting at his desk, hunched over the table; one big hand rubbing his temple. He was stressed. You could tell that already. The fire in the fireplace crackled and creating a warm and cosy atmosphere.

"What is it now?! I-" Loki interrupted his harsh sentence as soon as his tired eyes landed on you. "Darling!" The rudeness in his voice was immediately gone. "Oh, what a sight for sore eyes!" You smiled, happy that you were able to make him smile. "Hello, my love," you said, rounding the desk to greet him. As soon as you were in reach, Loki stretched out his hands and pulled you immediately in his lap; sitting you down on his thick, strong thighs. You shrieked up in surprise, but giggled when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, literally inhaling your scent and holding you close. "I missed you, my flower... This day has been way too long..." "I missed you, too..." You ran your hand through his raven locks, causing him to relax even further into your body. "When is the king returning to his chambers, to join his wife in their marital bed?" A big sigh left Loki's lips. "Unfortunately, not yet. I have to finish this." You almost started to pout. "Can't this wait until tomorrow?" You felt him shaking his head. "I'm afraid not, my darling. I'm sorry." Now you were the one who sighed and just cuddled closer. You and Loki spent the next few minutes like that. Tangled up with each other, enjoying the other's closeness.

"Áki almost took his first step today." Your husband lifted his head, looking at you smiling and with a twinkle in his beautiful red eyes. Proudness. "Really?" "Mhm... Back in the city. When he was about to set one foot in front of the other, though, he lost the balance and fell on his bum." A sweet chuckle slipped past the Jotun's lips. "He's going to learn it in no time, I'm sure of it."

And Loki was proven right... Only two days later, the little prince took his first steps.

You, Loki and the twins were out for a little walk outside the palace; catching up on some precious family time and enjoying the first strong rays of the spring sun. No duties, no advisors, no guards - just the four of you.

Váli sat upon his father's shoulders, visibly delighted at the sight he had now; his eyes having so much to look at suddenly. Áki was in your arms, being very restless. He always wanted to be let down and move forward himself without your help. It was difficult at first, but you let him try and try and try, of course, always supporting him. On the third try, the little boy made it then. Holding on to both of your hands for dear life, he took his first three steps. "Yay!" You squealed excitedly. "Loki, look!" Your husband was walking quite a bit ahead with Váli, but turned at your words. A light-hearted, proud laugh rumbled through his chest and he smiled from ear to ear. "I told you, my love! I told you!" "You did!" You giggled, carefully helping Áki along. "You're doing so great, sweetheart. Mama's so proud of you - and Dada, too." At the sixth step, he cautiously let go of your hands, wanting to walk alone. You let him, of course. Loki came closer and squatted down, reaching out one hand. The other kept his other son safe and steady on his broad shoulders. Váli had his small hands buried inside his father's luscious curls. "Are you coming to daddy, little man?" And he did. Walking on very wobbly legs and almost falling two times, Áki reached the safety of his father's hand and arm after three small steps. Loki smiled broadly, scooped the small boy up in his free arm and peppered the soft cerulean skin of his face with kisses, causing Áki to squeal and giggle. You just smiled; loving to see Loki being a dad. He was perfect. Made to be a father - and a king.

About two weeks later decided Váli to take his first steps as well. You had put both boys down for the night; got yourself ready for the royal banquet and just wanted to check in on them a last time, before the caregiver was going to take over. To your sheer shock, you found Váli not inside his crib, but outside. A short wave of anxiety rocked your body; already afraid something happened to him, while climbing out of his bed. But then your brain caught up with the situation; eyes landing on the slightly damaged crib. Váli must've slipped through the gap in the wooden frame... You immediately made a mental note to get this fixed.

Shaking your head, you approached the little prince. "Sweetie, what are you doing, huh?" You spoke in a hushed voice, not to wake Áki. The little boy turned around to face you with a big smile on his lips. "Mamama!" He was standing on wobbly feet, holding on to his bed tightly. But when he saw you approaching, he suddenly let go, swaying dangerously for a moment (You were already on the verge of jumping forward to catch him and prevent him from crashing against the crib.) - and then he started to walk towards you, putting one foot in front of the other. You froze in motion; looking with awe at the toddler. Walking... He was walking! An audible gasp left your lips. "By the norns... Honey, you are walking!" You exclaimed excitedly - but as quiet as possible, catching Váli. "I'm so proud of you!" You kissed his chubby cheek - when you heard a knock on the chamber's door. Must be the caregiver, you thought and stood up, carrying the boy with you to the door. It was, indeed the caregiver. "Good evening, your majesty." She curtsied, softly smiling. "Good evening, Alruna. Before you look after the twins... Would you please fetch my husband? Tell him it's urgent and that he has to come to our chambers right away." You didn't want Loki to miss this. You know how sad he'd be, if he missed his son's first - well, now second steps. "As you wish, my queen."

Alruna was quick to leave; making her way towards the grand hall of the throne room. The doors were open; a few guests for the festives had already arrived. The caregiver's eyes searched the small crowd, looking for the king. As soon as her eyes landed upon Loki, she approached him. "My king." A curtsy. "Apologies for the disturbance but the queen sent me to fetch you. I shall tell you that it's urgent. She wishes you to come to your majesties chambers right away." Loki's ruby eyes widened at her words. Fear started to flood his veins, heart hammering against his chest. What if something was wrong with her or his sons? He gave the caregiver a nod. "Tell her I'll be with her right away." "Yes, my king." With another curtsy, Alruna vanished again; returning to her king's and queen's chamber.

Loki turned to face the few guests, which had already arrived. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen. My wife seems to be in need of me. I'll be right back." He excused himself and walked with fast, hasty steps towards your shared quarters. The anxiety was still present. Without knocking he stormed inside. "Love, I came as quick as possible! What is the m-" The king's words died down as his eyes witnessed what was going on. You were in the middle of the spacious living room, squatted down near the fireplace with a big smile on your face. Váli was highly focused, as he made a few wobbly steps forwards. But when he noticed his father - Y/E/C eyes looked up to meet his and the little boy lost his concentration and balance; resulting in him crashing to the hard floor. He landed rather ungently on his bum - thick tears starting to fall immediately.

Loki was the first to react. Eyes widening, he immediately picked his crying son up, holding him against his chest. "Hush, my little love, everything is alright." You were back on your feet as well; a concerned look on your face as you stepped over and placed a hand on Váli's back. "He's not hurt, is he?" Your husband shook his head, pressing a kiss on the boy's head and rocking him gently. "I don't think so. It was just the shock, I'd say." "Seems so." A silent minute passed, before Loki spoke up again; audible joy in his words. "Was that the reason why you called for me? To show me his first steps?" You nodded; expression shifting into a smile. "Yes, sorry. I have the feeling I worried you. I just didn't want you to miss this." The king smiled. "Why thank you. I'm happy that I was able to witness such a big milestone in our son's life." Then he directed his attention to the child in his arms, who had calmed down again and was now clinging to his father's chest; cuddling close. "Daddy's so proud of you, my little prince."

[thefiery-phoenix]

yandere h.c for Sam, too <33

Sure

YANDERE SAMUEL SEO HEADCANONS

There are no words to express how much I simp for this man despite him being a walking red banner lol 

If you've managed to catch his attention, all I can say is RUN. Although that wouldn't really do you much good either since he's the President of the Worker's Affiliates and he does have a lot of influence, being Eugene's right hand man(before stabbing him in the back) does have it's own advantages. You could be a regular cafe worker or a member of the Worker's Affiliates, whatever it is, when he lands his eyes on you the only thought that will be running through his head will be 'They're MINE' 

He's one territorial, possessive, obsessive and manipulative MF to say the least. He has no qualms even going as far as literally THREATENING the people you're close to, friends and family included just so he can be with you. A literal walking red flag, his arrogant cocky smirk itself should be obvious. He wants possess you and make you his completely, he'll fall HARD for you and when he does, he won't be able to come back from that chasm of obsessive love for you. You remind him of a small little prey, so helpless and naive and he likes it that way. Don't get him wrong, he does love you, in his own twisted obsessive manner of course 

Man here has abandonment issues to the core, daddy issues, Gun issues(Lol who doesn't) and insecurities as well but when you comfort him, he's confused at first, he's genuinely taken aback. It's been so long since he's remembered someone taking the time and effort to comfort him and make sure he's doing all right. He'll reply in a calm and stoic manner that he's fine but deep down his heart is racing wildly, he's secretly really glad you're taking the time to comfort him. He'd rather die than admit this but he does appreciate your gesture. He likes how innocent and sweet you are, which makes him want to protect you and keep you safe. With him. Where you rightfully belong 

He's really not above bugging your entire apartment with hidden cameras so he can get a glimpse of your daily life, it's like a window into what you do everyday. He finds it so amusing and thinks it's adorable how you haven't figured out that he's secretly watching every move you do. He'll have his men find out more about you and the amount of information he has on you, he's ready to write a whole freaking research paper about you, that's how well he knows you now. Your social media accounts, your contacts list and yes, even all those fan fiction sites you like reading and visiting...he'll have them all. He'll immediately block all the people he doesn't like, he doesn't want some random pest stealing you away from him. He'll get information on those annoying pesky friends of yours and his mind will be racing of thoughts on how to dispose of them as soon as possible so you'll be his in every way possible 

No matter what, Samuel is ALWAYS around you one way or another. If some random person tries to hit on you or something, the very next day they'll immediately be reported missing. People will start disappearing from your life like flies and it's all HIS doing. He either pays them money to prevent them from seeing you again or he'll just straight up murder them. Though he does lean towards the second option quite frequently. If you try to accuse him of something, he'll just smirk at you and say something like "Sweetheart, you're mistaken. I wouldn't act as rash and unprofessional as this..." Yeah Right

You'll be kidnapped pretty soon because no WAY is he going to stand by and let someone try to steal you from him. You're HIS. You'll wake up on his bed while he'll have his usual standard smirk on his face as his arms are crossed over his muscular tattooed chest and he strides over to you. "Ah good, you're awake...there are going to be some changes to your lifestyle now'' he says in a calm manner as he lights a cigarette and smokes it calmly, like everything is all right after he literally just kidnapped you. Scream and throw as many number of tantrums as you want, he'll just find you amusing. If you want to cry, he might pretend to be slightly annoyed at first but he'll sigh softly as he wipes your tears with his thumb and then whisper in that husky voice of his in your ear to be good for him unless you want your loved ones to be safe. Sadistic MF 

You, of course won't know the reality of what he actually does and he prefers to keep it that way. What you don't know won't hurt you. Though he might be unhinged at times, he has his soft moments with you as well. He likes to hold you in his arms and press soft kisses to the nape of your neck and steal a few kisses on your lips every now and then. His kisses on your lips always leave you wanting for more and slightly gasping for air, he's that good lol. He just likes physical intimacy with you a lot. He might not be too expressive by words about his feelings of love for you but he believes that his actions are enough to make up for them. If anyone else touches his hair, he'd have broken their hand by now but if it's you, he'll have a soft smile on his face and pull you on his lap as he hums contentedly. It really HAS been a while since he's felt so happy and he couldn't have been more thankful since you came into his life 

He'll take you out for dates in fancy restaurants and spoil you with whatever your heart desires. Or if you want to have a quiet night in, that could be arranged too with you in his arms. I seriously pity the poor fool who tries to hurt you or steal you from him though. He will straight up TORTURE them with the way he fights. He loses complete self control when he fights, his mind is like a beast filled with pure unadulterated anger and rage as he breaks the bones of whatever schmuck dared to set their filthy eyes on you. Or he'll just kill them, not after banging their head to the wall over and over again and stomping on their face as he calmly smokes a cigarette (because MOOD) and he'll end up choking the person to death with one hand. After that's done, he'll grumble about how he's got blood on his suit but he's glad to go back home to be with you. Don't question the blood on his suit...just don't, for the sake of your sanity. He does get rather annoyed when they keep screaming for mercy though, he'll just smile at them in an unnerving manner and cut their tongue off to silence them 

Samuel adores you and loves you with all his twisted heart. Deep down he's still a bit insecure of himself. Don't even think of leaving him, it's a death wish. He'll just track your location in a few moments and he'll drag you back home. You'll end up being tied to his bed until you earn your freedom and his trust to move around again. Besides, you don't need to whine and complain so much, not when he's the one taking care of you. He's ready to do ANYTHING to ensure you stay by his side no matter what...

[babayagakeanu]

Dating a jealous John Constantine (p2)

Before you and John got together, you had your fun, and you had your friends. You were always headed to the next bar with your friends when you first met John in passing. Tall, dark, and handsome, you were immediately drawn to him.

You saw him again when you were closing up your antique bookstore and he stopped in.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the night.” You stare at him as he lights up a cigarette. “And we definitely don’t allow smoking in here, either.”

”Sorry, doll.” Flicking out his cig, he walks up to your counter. “I need a book, and I’m hoping you have it.” He was a little pale, like he’d seen a ghost, and if it wasn’t for your terrified scream at the looming dark figure behind him, you and him would probably be toast right about now.

Ever since he saved both your lives that night, you agreed to drive him around jobs in the city, and it was fun and terrifying at the same time.

he’d started to grow close with you after some time, the sound of your laughter making his stomach do cartwheels, the way your hair smelled right after your shower, and the way you applied your lotion to your legs had him stiffening in his pants. Doing this in front of him was an innocent act on your part, but you were oblivious to the torture you were causing.

Asking john to fasten your necklaces was a common reoccurrence. He was tall and could see the back of your neck anyways so it was just easier for him to do it. He’d fasten the necklace, all the while, holding his breath as to not sigh out in part of the sweet smell wafting from your neck; some old perfume of yours.

You had gotten your first boyfriend some months after meeting John, still oblivious to the huge crush he had on you. Everything was going fine, until John started to act weird around you and your partner.

He’d come out just wrapped in a towel from the shower, and you’d catch yourself staring at him, mouth catching flies as he states, “oh, sorry guys, thought I’d be alone tonight.” He smirks, and he knows what he’s doing.

Your boyfriend would try and talk to john about getting you gifts, asking what you’d like and John would give him wrong answers out of pure jealousy.

Don’t even get me started on how he would be starring daggers at the guy whenever he would kiss or touch you in front of John.

Dude is full on simp-mode at this point

When you finally break up with your current toy, John takes every opportunity to make you realize he’s it for you.

Purposefully placing things on the top shelf so you’d ask him too bring it down, his hands grabbing at your waist, sending shivers up your spine as he steadies himself.

The trailing of his fingers on your nap as he fasten your necklace once more.

The flirtatious teasing and glances from across the breakfast table.

One night, after getting ready to go out with your friends, decked out in makeup and one tight dress, he snaps.

“Don’t go.” He states, standing in front of the doorway.

”John, don’t be an ass, I’m going out with my friends. Please move.”

“I said, don’t go.” He stands up from leaning against the door wand walked towards you like a predator tracking his prey. “I said, don’t go because I don’t want to see you with anyone else but me.”

Your mouth opens and shuts as your brain rewires itself. “What do you mean, John?” You finally finds the words as you realize you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

”I love you, y/n. i fucking love you and it hurts me to see another man touch what’s rightfully mine.” He kisses you hard, and you find yourself melting, wrapping yourself in cig smoke and whiskey as the door closes, cutting out the sound of your laughter and John’s.

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I’m sorry if this sux. I’ve been dealing with a nasty head cold but i wanted to get this out for you guys. Please enjoy!!

[lucifersimp333]

Peeping Simeon

I know my user is "Lucifer Simp", but fuck, I can't get enough of Simeon. Will I ever get my fill??

NSFW

18+ READERS ONLY

MINORS DO NOT READ

MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

~Reader is female~

(NOT MY ART!! FOUND ON PINTEREST. ARTIST IS @ kona_mikan. GO SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!!)

You were invited for an innocent sleepover in Simeon's room. You guys spent the night chit chatting, playing board games, and watching some TV shows you both enjoy. Before you know it, it's already 3 in the morning. Time flies when you're having fun! You take a shower and get dressed in your pajamas in Simeon's bathroom. "I'm all set, Simeon! Thank you for letting me shower first!" You say with a smile as you brush your hair, walking out of the restroom. " Of course, MC. I'll be right back. " Simeon gifts you a gentle, angelic smile before grabbing a towel and entering his bathroom.

You sit on his bed and listen to the shower water running. Just imagining water beading down his toned body sends shivers down your core as heat radiates between your legs. Since it's only you in the room, a quickie wouldn't hurt, right? You lay yourself down from where you're sitting, letting your legs hang off the bedside. You glide your hand under the waistband of your pants, slip your fingers into your underwear, and begin pleasuring yourself quietly. You close your eyes as you envision Simeon's face between your thighs, making laps around your swollen clit as his fark hair grazes your skin. You hold back your moans as you spread your legs, gliding a finger into your wet hole to toy with you g spot. Imagining Simeon tongue fucking you fogs your brain, muffling out the white noise of the shower in the background.

You continue to play with yourself when you mindlessly open your eyes in the middle of your self pleasure.You see Simeon dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his hips, intently watching you from the corner of his room. His gaze is different than before his shower, there's a sinister lust that lingers in his eyes. He stands there, not saying a word to you, just watching. Your hand stops moving and you stare back at him in bewilderment. When did he get out of the shower? You were so lost in your pleasure; you didn't even hear the bathroom door open. You wait for his reaction like a deer in headlights, hand in your pants but not moving a muscle. He stands there silently as your face flushes with embarrassment... until you notice a buldge forming under his towel. He stands there staring, hasilty breathing through his mouth. He's expecting more, he wants more. He lays his hand over his buldge, keeping his eyes glued on you.

Does he like what he sees? Does he want to watch? How long has he been standing there? Your heart flutters, you begin to move your fingers in a circular motion slowly around you clit, testing the waters still attempting to get some sort of reaction. You let out a quiet whine and lay your head back on the bed and arch your back ever so slightly. " Oh, Simeon" you coo in a beautiful whisper. Knowing that Simeon is watching lights a fire in the pit of your stomach. With your free hand, you pull your pajamas shirt up to expose your breasts. You play with your nipple and watch him from across the room.

Simeon can't hold back any longer. He drops the towel to his ankles, causing his long, thick cock to spring up. He holds on to his dick with a firm grip and begins pumping. You slide your pajama pants and underwear off, spreading your legs amd putting the soles of your feet on the edge of the bed so he can have a full view of your pussy. God only knows how much sexual tension Simeon has pent inside of him. You take two fingers and glide it down your folds and into your hole, slowly fingering yourself in front of him." You want this pussy, don't you Simeon?" You taunt in a breathy moan. You keep your eyes locked to his, the sound of your wet pussy fills his ears, making him jerk off faster. He lets out a whimper as he leans on the wall for support. You finger fuck yourself faster, " Oh, Simeon!" You cry as you slide third finger into your needy hole.

Simeon takes his weight off the wall and walks to the edge of the bed. He's so close to you that the tip of his dick is only a few inches away from your hole as he continues to jerk himself. Your pussy pulses at the thought that his dick is so close to you, just a few more inches and he would be inside of you. You bring your fingers back to your clit, rubbing faster and moaning his name. Simeon has his eyes set on your needy hole and can't help but press the tip of his dick against it. With just the tip of his dick gently touching your entrance, he jerks himself harder.

" Cum with me, Simeon." You beg, abusing your clit with your fingers " oooh, cum with me Simeon!" You repeat in a whine. As you shudder to your climax, you feel a warm slick drape over your folds followed by an angelic groan. Simeon leans over hips, propping himself up with his left arm as he releases his seed on to your pussy.

The fact that you two got off with each other with almost no touching has saved Simeon's angelic status for today. But, he is more than prepared to fall from the heavens for the next sleepover. This corrupted angel can only wait so long until he can feel you from the inside.

[ctitan98official]

Rosalie Hale gets pregnant by Y/N

I had this idea and wanted to roll with it since I’m simping hard for Rosalie. As always, Y/N is gender-neutral… But in this fic they are also a badass lycan. Hc bullshit science and lycan anatomy as to how Y/N is able to get Rosalie pregnant. Let’s get into it!

You and Rosalie were currently cuddling on the couch. She was lying on you and gently running her cool fingers against your arm. Her touch greatly relaxed you.

You had been seriously dating for a couple years. You even moved into your own house together. (Not too far away from her family, of course). You love her so damn much. You feel like you don’t deserve her, but Rose often says that she feels the same way about you. As amazing as she is, Rose still has some trouble with her self confidence.

You were a lycan. Not a shifter, not a werewolf. Documentation of full-blooded lycan abilities was next to none. You had opened up to Rose about some things, but the rest you kept in the dark. You had been holding onto some major information that you needed to share with her, and were currently working up the nerve to speak to her about it.

Rose seems calm right now, so you bite your lip anxiously. It’s now or never. “Hey, Rosie?” You ask suddenly.

“Hmm?” Rose answers distractedly. The feeling of your warmth against her was heavenly and her mind was preoccupied with her ministrations.

“This is gonna sound really random, but… Do you… I mean… I’ve heard you talk about wanting to be a… Mom.” You say delicately. You knew it was a sore subject for her.

Rose’s hand that’s rubbing your arm stills immediately. She sits up and looks at you. “Y/N… Where are you going with this?” She asks cautiously.

You clear your throat. “Well… I haven’t been completely… Honest about certain parts of myself.” You say, looking away in shame. You feel awful about keeping your abilities a secret from her. But, when your relationship first started, Rose was always so guarded. You were afraid of pushing her away by sharing too much of yourself, and then… It just never seemed like the right time.

Rose’s eyebrows furrow. “What are you talking about, Y/N?” If her heart could still beat, it would be thundering in her chest. What were you about to tell her?

“Umm… Well, you know I’m not human.” You tell her.

Rose nods, confused.

“But, one thing I never told you was that I… Can give you children.” You reveal… Before trying to clarify your statement. “Um! But, only if you want me to! It’s your body, Rose!” You ramble, suddenly feeling panicked as you wait for a reaction.

What? Were you being serious? “Y/N… Are you saying you can… Get me pregnant?” She questions with a waver in her voice. She hoped that’s what you meant.

“I, um… Yes.” You say with a blush on your face.

“H-how? I’m a vampire.” Rose questions in disbelief.

“Lycans are able to impregnate their mates. No matter if they’re shifters, werewolves, or… Vampires.” You begin. “It’s so we’re able to pass on the lycan gene.” You explain and scratch your neck nervously.

Rose lets out a gasp as her hand flies to her mouth in shock. This… Was her dream. Not only to carry a baby, but for it to be your baby. She’s never loved anyone like she loves you. The thought alone makes her giddy. She lets out a sob and you hold her against your chest as she cries in happiness. “I c-can’t believe it.” She says.

You gently rub her back as she takes everything in.

After a moment, Rose calms down and pulls back to look at you. “Y/N, I want to have your baby. More than anything. I love you.” She whispers.

You grin. This makes you so happy. She wanted to have your child. She loves you that much. You are… Complete with her, but a little one would only add more love into your lives. And, Rose has wanted this for so long.

Your eyes begin to darken lustfully. “I… Want to… Claim you. Make you mine.” You say, your voice holding a low husk that betrays your hidden desires.

Rose’s eyes become hooded as she smells your excitement. “Really?” She purrs with a coquettish smile.

You nod and scoop her up before taking her to your room.

The two of you seemingly spent days up there…

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One morning, not long after you two begin trying for a baby, Rose walks into the kitchen and the smell of your breakfast immediately makes her nauseated. She hasn’t felt sick for literal decades. It’s overwhelming. She quickly claps her hand over her mouth and runs to the bathroom before throwing up.

You are alarmed and run in to hold her hair back as she heaves and retches.

Finally, Rose’s stomach stops roiling and she wipes her mouth before flushing the toilet and leaning back into you.

You kiss her head and hold her.

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry you had to see that, baby.” Rose apologizes, mortified. She always wanted to be presentable for you. “I… Didn’t know vampires could get sick…” She says, completely baffled.

You chuckle. “You are so sweet. Being sick, but worrying about me.” You say softly.

Rose giggles at you before she shakily stands to brush her teeth. After she finishes and has a minute to relax, her eyes widen as she thinks of something. “Y/N?” She asks quietly.

“Yeah, babe?” You answer as you hug her from behind and start pressing kisses to her shoulder.

“I… Y/N, I think I might be pregnant. I’ve never felt like this before.” She says, trying not to get her hopes up. She whirls around to look at you. “Do you think?!” She asks almost frantically.

But you, surprisingly, begin to laugh.

Rose looks at you in complete confusion. “What’s so funny?” She asks and narrows her eyes.

You finally stop chuckling and cup her face. “I’ve known you were pregnant for a few days, babe.” You say with a smile.

Rose blinks in disbelief. She just had an out-of-body experience. “I… W-what?!” She questions, really hoping she heard you correctly.

“Your smell is completely different now. I would have told you, but… I wanted you to find out for yourself. Sorry.” You shoot her a shy smile.

Rose is silent for a moment as she processes this information.

The longer that Rose doesn’t talk, the longer you begin to worry that she’s upset. Did she change her mind about wanting a baby?

Before you can fully panic, Rose begins to laugh and brings her hands up to cover her mouth. “I’m pregnant?” She asks you, confirming that this is real.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you hear the happiness in her voice. “You’re pregnant, Rosie.” You tell her.

Rose begins crying. She can’t believe it. A little baby is growing inside of her right this very minute. Part you and part her. She brings a hand to her tummy and rubs it gently. Her child is right beneath her fingertips. Wow.

“So, I take it you’re pleased?” You joke.

Rose looks to you with the most adoration you’ve ever seen.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’ve made my dreams come true.” She whispers. For the first time since she was changed, a tear slips down her cheek. Rose wipes her eyes, bewildered by the unfamiliar feeling and looks at the wetness on her fingers in shock. She can… Cry tears now? It’s actually a huge release for her… This just makes her tear up even more.

You gently cup her face and look at her with a smirk. “Oh no. Now that you’re pregnant you can cry actual tears too? That’s going to be fun with mood swings.” You say.

Rose playfully scoffs and pops your shoulder. “You better be on your best behavior, Y/N. You don’t want a pregnant, hormonal vampire angry at you.” She warns with a grin which makes you laugh.

After Rose has a chance to get cleaned up better, you both go up to cuddle in bed.

Weirdly enough, after being so sick, Rose feels… Really hungry. Not for blood, but… Food. She suddenly sits up rigidly as she realizes this.

You startle. “What’s wrong, babe?! Are you okay?” You ask with worry as you cling to her shoulder.

Rose looks at you sheepishly before answering. “Um… Y/N? Could you… Make me something to eat?” She asks.

Your eyes go wide. Another side effect of her pregnancy? Vampire bodies are weird. You must confess, you don’t know all too much about their anatomy and physiology (Aside from the knowledge that lycans can get their vampire mates pregnant). “You mean, like, food food?” You ask.

Rose inwardly giggles at your surprise. “Yes. Are you going to deny breakfast to the mother of your future child, Y/N?” She questions in mock sadness as she pouts at you.

“N-no! I’ll get it right now!” You say and hurry out of the room… Before running back in. “Uhh… Sorry, what do you want?” You ask.

Rose can’t help but laugh at your frazzled face. “I think we would both like some pancakes, right baby?” Rose asks as she looks down and cradles her stomach. After a moment of pretending to be in deep conversation with the little one, she nods. “Yes, that’s what we want.” She declares with a grin.

Rose is so cute. You’ve never seen her quite this happy before. It makes your heart melt. “I’m on it, babe!” You say.

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After the first month, Rose begins carefully studying her belly in the mirror, constantly looking for a change. No luck yet, though.

Carlisle has run some tests and has found that due to Rose’s vampirism, the baby is seemingly growing at a slower pace than a normal human fetus. He reasons that Rose’s body needs more time to acclimate to the little one considering she technically isn’t aging as the pregnancy progresses.

Rose doesn’t mind, though. She loves being pregnant, and she now has more time to prepare for the baby… This also means there’s more time to shop for and wear fashionable maternity clothes. Rose and Alice going shopping is an all day event. Rose feels so proud as she walks around in stores, knowing people will be able to tell she’s expecting just by what she’s browsing for.

You take the time that Rose spends shopping to start setting up a nursery. Esme is in charge of the theme and color, though. (You wouldn’t dare get in the way of her vision). She’s going to be a grandma for crying out loud. You want to let her have her fun.

Esme finally settles on a gentle forest theme. The walls are covered with adorable critters she hand paints herself. It’s going to be a surprise for Rose, so she hasn’t seen what it looks like yet.

You, Jasper, Edward, and Emmet feverishly put baby furniture together, wanting everything to be perfect, but… The crib has all four of you confused. It has like a million different pieces. Jasper may have had to send calming waves a few times to keep you all from getting into a fight. Finally, you all manage to get it together. After a few apologies for name-calling and insults, it’s all water under the bridge. The guys are glad they were able to help you out.

You hope the final piece that you add will be Rose’s favorite. You created a rocking chair just for her. You can imagine her rocking the baby when they wake up in the middle of the night and it makes you feel so mushy.

When the room is finally finished, you lead Rose to the nursery as you keep your hand over her eyes. You open the door and walk in. “Okay, Rosie. Ready?” You ask.

Rose grins. “Of course, baby! I’m so excited!” She gushes.

You smile. “Alright, 1,2,3!” You say and take your hand away.

Rose opens her eyes and she’s speechless. It’s… Gorgeous. The walls, the furniture… And, of course, the rocking chair. Rose goes over to look at it closer. “Y/N… Did you make this?” She asks in awe.

“Um, yeah.” You say, scratching your neck in embarrassment. “It’s a present just for you, Rosie.”

Rose has silent tears running down her face as she looks at it. You did an incredible job… In fact, Rose’s new favorite activity is rocking in it as she talks to the baby.

Often, she’ll go into the nursery at night while you’re sleeping and spend some time one-on-one with the baby. It soothes her and she wants them to start recognizing her voice.

“You are so loved, little one.” She tells them one evening as she rocks gently and rubs her belly. “You are a dream come true for mommy.” She says. “Your other parent absolutely adores you as well.” She continues with a soft laugh at how protective you are of them both. “We’ll have to keep them on track, but they try their hardest.” Rose says with a fond smile as she thinks of your kind, but usually scattered, personality. You melted her frozen heart and taught her how to love deeply. For that, she’ll always be grateful.

Around the third month of her pregnancy, Rose is disappointed that she hasn’t seen much of a change in her body. (Except for her hips and breasts becoming a bit more voluptuous. That’s made you happy, at least).

One day, Rose is ecstatic when she finally sees what she is looking for. A definite, but tiny, bump has appeared. She cries at this. A lot.

You hear her weeping from the other room and run in to see what’s wrong. You wrap Rose in your arms and ask her what’s going on, but she just goes and stands in front of you as she lifts her shirt up, letting you see her belly.

You gasp at the little bump and kneel in front of her before you eagerly reach out to place your palm on her stomach. Now you feel like crying.

Rose puts her hand over yours and smiles playfully at you. “Well, well. Big, strong Y/N getting all sappy.” She teases.

You blush and hide your face on her tummy.

Rose giggles and runs her hand through your hair. She’s delighted to see you so happy. She knows that you’re loving this experience just as much as she is.

Both of your lives are about to change for the better and you two can’t wait to be parents… You just hope Rose doesn’t totally crush your hand when she’s in labor…

Masterlist

[kiwisbell]

Las Mañanas || Chapter 7 [javier peña]

She’s a waitress in a little café. He’s a DEA agent who likes the coffee. Just the coffee. That’s all. Or, slices of life (and sometimes pie) shared between Javi and his wife, including his tireless journey to making her his wife.

series masterlist | my masterlist

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

tags/warnings: javi getting the fucking love he deserves, coffee shop AU if you squint really hard, soft and sweet!javi, protective!javi, grumpy!javi, simp!javi tbh, alcohol, smoking, so much fluff, nobody fucks with javi's girl, overuse of spanish pet names, poorly-translated spanish, "she" pronoun used throughout, oral sex (m and f receiving), chucho being peak dad, lorraine is pretty chill, texas!javi comes with his own warning, The Flannel Shirt, mentions of swinging, jealous!javi, like very jealous!javi, extremely possessive sex, bathroom sex, sex during a wedding, baby fever, lube, anal sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, slight degradation (slut), fingering, squirting, "papi" used

word count: ~ 8.8k

a/n: this chapter is always and forever dedicated to @northernbluess and @tieronecrush for being especially passionate about the *activities* in this chapter. love you besties xoxo

chapter seven: granted wishes from your maker

They hold a second wedding party the day after they touch down in Texas, though it's too small to be called a party at all. 

Javier’s father hosts, too insistent on finally meeting his daughter-in-law to allow anything else. Her mother flies down from New York on Javier’s money and holds her daughter with such fervour, such wet-eyed joy, that it wrenches his chest open and tugs out his beating heart. It's just the four of them. It's small, and it's perfect. 

Chucho loves the new addition to his family, predictably. He's been talking to her once a week for a few years now, but there's something about seeing her in-person. Javier’s father is excitable as a sheepdog, waiting on her and her mother hand-and-foot even though they protest every second of it. At one point, though, Javier catches his dad and his wife together in the kitchen, washing dishes together over Gloria Estefan. 

She sings happily along with Chucho, letting him spin her around with laughter in her lilting voice as he sings right back to her. Javier watches from the living room while her mother comes up behind him. “When she first told me she found someone new,” she says, “I was so worried you'd be like Nicolás. She never told me the terrible things I know now, but she didn't need to. It was a mother’s intuition.

“You're a good man, Javier,” she tells him. The resolve in her voice reminds him of her daughter. “I know what you did in Colombia. I’ve never liked her being in a place like that. It's done nothing but hurt her. But I’m grateful for her to finally have someone who loves her the way—” She cuts herself off. There are tears that ache to fall from her eyes. 

He knows what she wants to say. The way I loved her father. 

Javier pulls her into a hug even he isn't fully prepared for. “Don't tell her I got sappy,” she sniffles into his chest. “Not a good look for me.”

“Our secret,” agrees Javier. “She's my whole life.”

“She’s mine, too.” Her mother smiles up at him, her daughter’s smile. “I will kill you if you hurt her, Javier.”

More people have threatened his life over her than the war on drugs. He gets it; he would do, and has done, the same. 

Javier squeezes her shoulders, and she squeezes his hand. They part ways—her going to inspect Chucho’s bookshelves in the living room, him going back to admiring his dancing wife—with the mutual understanding that they both care so much about the woman in the kitchen that they would give their lives for her. 

Javier slips into the kitchen, unnoticed, watching with his hands in his pockets as he leans against the wall. It's the most heart-wrenching sight he's ever seen. Not for the first time, he wishes desperately that his mom were still here to see the way he's carved out such a good life with this woman in front of him. 

She spots him first, halfway through another spin, and beams. “Come dance with me, Javi.”

“Take her, mijo,” says Chucho. “My hips aren't like they used to be.”

“You're doing just fine, Chucho,” she says fondly, kissing him on the cheek. “I just want your son to make himself useful and help me with dishes.”

Javier is already behind her, bringing his hands around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. He nips at her throat. “I can be real useful. I’ve got it from here, Pop.”

Chucho ruffles Javier’s hair the way he's always done. “Conseguiré los álbumes de fotos,” he says, a scheming grin beneath his white moustache as he leaves for the living room. 

Javier grimaces, but she grins eagerly, turning in his arms to slide her arms around his neck. She begins a slow half-dance, half-sway. “I can't wait to see you as a little baby. Those little cheeks…” 

“Careful, honey,” he says into her ear. “Might give you a kid if you keep saying things like that.”

She's still grinning like a cat. “We may need more practice,” she whispers right back. “Don't think you quite got it last time.”

“No?” He nips at her lobe. “Doubting my skills?”

“No,” she giggles, wiggling her hips in his grasp. “Just love when you come inside me.”

His vision goes white for a moment. “Christ. Don't say that.”

“Why not?” Her eyes are like a doe’s.

“I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock, smartass,” he grits out, keeping their hips pressed together. “You know exactly what you're doing.”

“I’m washing dishes,” she says with a shrug, turning back around and bumping her ass, accidentally, against his erection. She picks up a plate and begins to scrub. “You just can't keep it in your pants in your own father’s home.”

“Very funny, honey.” 

She reaches into her pocket when the plate is snug on the drying rack and produces a half-full pack of Nicorette. She plucks out a piece of gum and says, “Open. You’re grinding your jaw.”

He huffs, but relents, opening his mouth. “Wish you’d just kiss it into me,” he grumbles. “Feel like a baby bird.”

“That’s disgusting, Javier, and you’d feel even more like a baby bird if I spat a piece of gum into your mouth.” She takes his jaw between her thumb and fingers. “You’re doing so good.”

Javier talks a big game, but he is hopeless to resist the potential of getting to fuck his wife. He’s especially responsive to her praises. So, he grabs a dish and helps her clean.

~

Looking through photo albums of Javier’s childhood may be her new favourite hobby.

“Couldn’t let him out of my sight for two seconds, or he’d be drawing on the walls.” Chucho indicates the picture of a diaper-clad, pacifier-sucking baby Javier looking innocently into the camera. Behind him is a wall covered in black scribbles, which incidentally match those on Javier’s hands and nose. 

His wife is laughing so hard that tears well up in her eyes. “Oh, but look at those cheeks,” she manages through her fit of giggles. “Javi, you were so sweet.”

Javier tugs her legs over his lap on the sofa. “I’m always sweet,” he grumbles. 

She flips the page, and Javier catches a glimpse of a time he would rather forget. “No,” he says, reaching for the album. “Absolutely not.”

His wife gasps, her eyes glassy with new tears, lifting the book out of reach. Javier is ready to tackle her into the cushions. “Oh. My. God. You were in a Christmas play?” 

Chucho and her mother laugh together. “Best Christmas tree Laredo’s ever seen.”

Javier looks like he wants to sink beneath the cushions. She leans into him and kisses him on the cheek. “Amor,” she says, “you are the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.” 

He pouts, just so she will kiss him again. And she does, properly, on the mouth. “Please tell me,” she begs Chucho, “he had to sing.”

“Like a pequeña ave,” replies his father. 

Javier groans. 

She flips to another page and coos at the image of a five-year-old Javier making a snowman. “This wasn't in Texas,” she says in disbelief. 

“Dios, no,” says Chucho. “The three of us took a trip up to New York. He was always a flight risk. Looked away for two seconds and he was running out the door. Thought a vacation would do him good.”

“My adventurer,” she muses, beaming at her husband. He flushes under her attention and brushes his knuckle under her chin. 

They look through the albums until it's nearly midnight. She falls asleep on her mother’s shoulder on the couch and Javier doesn't have the heart to wake her. The next day, she and her mother say good-bye, and he rubs her feet in the bathtub over a shared glass of wine. It's quiet living here, and the sun rises on the ranch and the glittering river below, and the rooster croons. It's nothing like Colombia. It's why he can hold her so tightly and fall asleep, dreamless, breathing in her soft scent, without a gun in the bedside drawer. 

~

“We got a problem.” 

Javier emerges from the shower into his childhood bedroom, ruffling his dripping hair with the towel, stark naked. His wife eyes him up and down without shame, but fairly, he’s doing the exact same to her. She’s sitting cross-legged in front of the floor-length mirror, brushing her hair in only a flimsy lace bra and panties. 

“What?” She frowns.

“Pop didn’t exactly splurge on a new bed for when I came home to visit,” he explains. “And this one squeaks like a motherfucker.”

Her lower lip juts out. “But you look so good,” she says, abandoning her hairbrush and getting onto her knees with her hands in her lap. “So handsome.”

It might be the most erotic sight he's ever seen. He dries his hair as best he can and meets her where she kneels, cupping her chin. She tries to bring her hand up to his hardening cock. “Ah, ah, cálmate. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna lick you all over,” she says breathlessly, her tongue wetting her bottom lip. He’s hard and aching by now, watching her so eager and ready for him. “Want…”

“I’m listening, baby.” 

Her eyes are on him, filled with so much love and trust he feels like he's brimming with it.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Javi.”

His hand, once twirling his digits around locks of her soft hair, now tightens unwittingly until he’s jerking her head backward, forcing her to keep her eyes on him. “Jesus,” he groans. “You fucking serious?”

“Mhm,” she says, nodding frantically. “Wanted it for so long. I’ve been—getting ready. I want it to be good for you.”

He wants to tell her that it’ll be good for him no matter what, that she’s his wife and she’s perfect, but her wish has pushed a golden key inside him and unlocked something wild. “You want me to fuck you in the ass, right here on the floor? Huh? That what you want, baby? In front of the mirror?”

She squeaks out a small noise of affirmation, her pupils swallowing her irises. It isn’t good enough for the creature inside him. His nostrils flare down at her. “You want it?”

“Yes, baby,” she sighs, “please.”

He smirks. “Sit back and spread your legs. Let me see how badly you want it.”

She’s eager to comply. She leans back against the wall, next to the mirror, keeping her eyes on Javier as she eases her legs open. Two fingers slip down her body, achingly slow, from her throat down her sternum to the waistband of her panties. She teases him as much as herself, tracing the delicate lace with the pads of her fingers until she finally pulls them aside and lets him see the glistening core of her. Javier steps up to her feet and sinks to his knees, grabbing hold of her ankle and bracketing it around his hip. “Eso es mio,” he rasps, his hand lowering to warm her belly. His thumb briefly brushes her clit. 

“Todo tuyo,” she says softly. 

He shuffles closer to her until her thighs wrap around his hips. Her wetness glimmers in the darkness and her eyes are lustful pits he wants to fall inside. For a moment, they watch one another breathe, their chests heaving, synchronised, hearts pattering. Anticipation crests like waves over rock. Javier presses two fingers to her cunt, sliding up the slick wet slit. Her breath shudders. “Big talker,” he hums, leaning in and slanting his mouth over hers at the same time he pushes two fingers into her. She gasps, and he pushes his tongue against hers at the opportunity, sliding his free hand around her back and unclasping her bra. It slips off her shoulders and frees her tits, nipples hard and breasts pushing out along with her needy whimpers. 

“Mmm, Javi,” she pleads, turning to putty at the way he fingers her, his other hand pulling at her nipples, squeezing her tits, feeling every inch of soft, smooth skin he finds. He’s obsessed with tasting her, licking along her jaw until he finds her throat, her pulse point, and sucks on her soft skin. “Oh, my—oh, please, please… ‘m so wet, Javi…”

“Sé, mi amor,” he grunts. Her hips are writhing of their own accord, seeking out his cock which taps relentlessly at his stomach, craving the hot tightness of her body. “So fucking needy. Real desperate por tu esposo, huh?” She yelps when he smacks the side of her thigh and immediately brings the hand over her mouth. “Be quiet about it, baby. Gotta be quiet.”

He curls his fingers inside her and grins when her eyes roll back in her head. Her body tightens under him, his thumb at her clit making her tremble and lose all thought of biting his hand like a brat. She falls apart on his fingers, covering them with her slick arousal, biting her tongue with the effort not to cry out. She grabs onto his shoulders when he begins to pull away, but he just jerks her panties down her thighs and flings them aside. “Look at you,” he says, his eyes reverent in their path from her cunt to her sweaty, heaving chest to her lidded eyes. “Turn around. Hands and knees.”

Her core coils in giddy anticipation as she kneels facing the mirror. Javier shuffles around behind her and produces two pillows: one for her knees and another for his. They aren't teenagers anymore. “Need to get you ready for me,” he says, ever her sweet husband, dipping his fingers back into her wetness. She pushes her ass back into him, desperate to feel him move inside her, but he kneads the flesh there and says gruffly, “Be good and stay still. I’ll give you what you need, amor. Fuckin’ paint you with me.”

She watches him in the mirror as he admires her body from behind, but nothing prepares her for the first touch at her other hole. He's traced and teased it while fucking her from behind, but never more than that. They’ve both wanted it—she has craved the feeling of him claiming the only place left on her body he hasn't christened, and he's ached to stake his territory there, filling her tight hole with his cum like he's done with the rest of her. She gasps when she feels his slick finger prod that delicate flesh. The touch alone makes her keen against him, biting down on her lip at the shockwave of surprising pleasure it gives her. 

“Anyone ever fuck you here?” 

The question comes out rough, his eyes not meeting hers. They're fixed on her ass, where his finger begins to disappear inside her. 

“No.” It comes out in an exhale. “Never let them. Never let him.”

That undoes him. It feels like a privilege to be the one who gets to fuck her where no one has. Something surges up inside his chest and lodges in his throat. His voice sounds like it's been dragged over coals. “You’re gonna let your husband take you,” he says, pushing his finger inside until he’s knuckle-deep, smoothing his free hand over her ass, up her arched spine, until he places pressure at her shoulder blades. She follows his whims without hesitation, her upper back dipping until her cheek brushes the floor. “Fucking perfect. Mi esposa. My perfect girl. I’m gonna fill you full, baby. Gonna stretch you out.”

He's babbling, overcome with the lust curling in his gut, her soft, gurgling moans only fuelling his fire. When he adds another finger, she cries out with the stretch, her cheek resting on the floor and her fingers curling into nothing. “Oh,” she groans, trying to stay quiet, “‘s good, Javi. S’good.”

He chuckles. She's drunk off his touch already, thighs trembling and lips parting in a series of desperate whispering gasps. “One more,” he says. “Tranquila. Let me in, amor.”

She shudders as her spine decompresses, her back arching deeper, her arms giving out entirely. She's butter in his hands when he slips a third finger inside her, easing her open. She hides her face in her forearm to keep herself quiet. “That's it,” he urges, chest sore with pride for the way she takes him without complaint. “Ready for me, baby?”

She nods frantically into her arm. “Papi,” she whimpers. “Dámelo. Por favor.”

Javier’s cock spurts precum on her round ass, as intrigued by the nickname as he is. He wraps her hair around his hand like a tourniquet and yanks her head upward. “If I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” he says, “I want you to watch. ¿Claro?”

In the mirror, their eyes meet, and hers—heavy and hazy with lust—glimmer at him. She nods. “There’s—there's lube,” she pants. “In your bag. Bought it yesterday.”

“Bad girl,” he tuts. He scrambles backward and rifles through his bag until he's squirting some of the clear stuff onto his palm and slicking up his cock with it. Javier slides his head up through her drenched slit, making her squeal with the coolness, and nudges the head at the entrance to her puckered hole. She keens against him. “Nnghh” is vaguely the sound he hears from her throat. 

“Breathe,” he whispers, easing himself slowly into the threshold. He hisses, overcome with the sudden hot tightness, grip ironlike on her hip to keep himself from jerking forward and hurting her. 

Bringing herself back up to her hands, she lets him open her up until he's balls-deep in her, gritting his teeth and stilling so she can relax around him. She pants, watching him in the glass. Javier’s eyes drop to the place where their bodies meet, where she swallows and chokes his cock, her hole pulsing around him. “Fucking Christ. Fucking tight , fuckin’—Jesus, baby. Let me—” He grabs her hips to stop her from squirming, to keep himself from coming too soon. 

“Feels… oh, shit,” she whispers. “You're so big, Javier. So deep.”

The praises force his hips forward, driving deliciously deep inside her. She moans low in her chest and claps her hand over her mouth. “Shhh. Take it, just a bit more. You can take me, baby, can't you?” Javier soothes her with his hands, caressing the softness of her hips and her ass and her back. 

“Yes,” she says, reaching back and squeezing his wrist. “I can take it. Fuck me. Please.”

“Good. Good girl.” He feeds her his cock again, grinding his hips up against her ass. Her eyes slip toward the back of her skull. “Eyes. On. Me.” He punctuates every word with a thrust, hitting deep and hard, making her knees buckle and her tits swing. 

She can feel him in her guts, her throat, like this. He reaches deep with every thrust and knocks out all the strength in her limbs. He fucks her with a steady rhythm and never lets his grip on her falter. He's caring and gentle where it counts, but getting fucked like this is a dream. It’s rough and so, so good. Her breaths shove out of her with every punch of his cock inside her ass, and when he reaches between their bodies to rub her clit, she gasps out, “Cover my mouth, cover my mouth!”

He obeys happily, covering her body with his and humping her like a dog as he slips his hand over her mouth and holds onto her jaw. His pace increases until he's thoroughly wrecking her. She's so close that stars are bursting in her eyes, but he does not relent. All she can manage are muffled gasps behind his hand as her thighs begin to shake and her elbows give out. Javier catches her before she can fall to the ground, rocking back onto his haunches with her back flush with his chest. “See that?” he pants into her ear. “See how good I fuck you?”

She watches him rub her clit in the mirror until she explodes with the force of her orgasm, her entire body electrified, static, dust. The glint of their wedding rings catch in the moonlight. She shudders and sobs and soaks his hand with her tears as her cunt soaks his cock, his thighs. He fucks her through it and grunts like a rapid animal in her ear when he follows suit, burying himself deep and emptying every spurt of hot cum into her ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasps, biting down on her jaw as he tries to calm the shockwaves that thrum at his spine. 

He eases them both to the ground, lying on his back while he settles her beside him, half-on top of him with her face nestled in his throat. She bites him there, gently. “How do you feel?” she whispers.

“Like I fucking died and went to heaven, baby.” He squeezes her side. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Just enough,” she teases, brushing aside his still-damp hair. “You were perfect, Javi. That was perfect. My perfect esposo.”

He’s never understood how a woman like her can love him, but he's learned long ago never to complain or question. He can only drag her closer and kiss her hard on the mouth. “Amor de mi vida.” 

He pushes the words into her tongue and makes her swallow them. He wants her to know it every hour of every day. She grins uncontrollably until their teeth clack together. “We need another shower.”

He grabs a handful of her ass. “Mala,” he grumbles, “getting your husband to fuck you in the ass in his childhood bedroom.”

“I couldn't help it,” she hums. “He looked so delicious. Had to have him.”

Javier kisses her nose. “He's a lucky fucker.”

“Yeah, he is.” She stretches out with a delighted sigh, her tempting body spread like a lounging cat. Javier exhales a little too hard through his nose. 

“I need to clean you up,” he says.

“Carry me,” she offers, closing her eyes and turning onto her stomach. Slowly, she stretches backward until she's in child’s pose, her ass on display for him—alongside the white droplets of cum leaking from her abused hole. 

“Fucking…” He sits up and, with a thumb, swipes the mess from where it's fallen to her pussy and slips it back inside. She gasps. “Keep that in there, and I’ll carry you wherever the fuck you want.”

She giggles. “You have yourself a deal, Mr. Peña.”

He huffs. “Mi linda camarera. Never knew you'd be such a little slut for me, Mrs. Peña.”

“You and only you, vaquero,” she says, cupping his cheek with that wicked smile on her face. 

He turns his head to the side and kisses her palm. “Said I would carry you, baby. C’mere.”

She clicks her tongue, rising to her feet. “Javi. Your back isn't what it used to be.” She helps him to his feet, the both of them drenched in sweat and each other's scents and the haze of sex. “Want me to carry you?” 

Fucking fox. 

~

“Stop teasing me, bonita.”

She looks back at him and rolls his eyes, reaching backward for his hand. “I’m just walking, hotshot.”

“That's the problem.” Javier catches up to her so he doesn't have to keep ogling her ass underneath that pretty dress. It’s a sundress, accounting for the Texas heat, deep red to match the flannel he wears, and it fits her nice and snugly in the way that shows off her curves. He’s grumpy before they’ve even stepped foot inside the venue, but it’s mostly because he can’t feel her up too much at a wedding. “I need a fuckin’ cigarette,” he says into her ear. 

She brushes her thumb over his chin. “Keep on chewing, my love. We’ll get through it.”

We. He slides his hand down her back and pinches her ass, making her gasp and glance around for witnesses. “Let ‘em see. Nobody’s got it as good as me.”

“I have to meet your ex today,” she says with a huff. “I’ve got it less good.”

“You’ve got something in common.” She lifts a brow at him, and he grins. “Terrible judge of character.”

She slaps him on the chest, but Chucho finally catches up to them on the steps in front of the door. “He’s got a point, mijita.”

“So,” she says, “Danny works in construction, Lisa’s a real estate agent, they’ve got two kids—Annie and Mary—and the maid of honour and best man are Victoria and Luis.”

“You got it, baby. Avoid the father of the bride, though. Tito. He’ll be drunk off his mind, and I don’t want him feeling you up or trying to recruit you to sell dick pills.”

“I can sell dick pills,” she says proudly. “I can sell anything.”

Javier kisses her knuckles. “I know you can.”

She beams. “I’ll be hanging around the kids, anyway. I miss kids. I miss Livi.”

If Javier knows anything about his wife, it’s that she gets baby fever. While Steve and Connie were still in Colombia, she was obsessed with their baby Olivia, gave her anything and everything she asked for and always held her. Rocked her to sleep and fussed over her like a true mom. It’s why he knows he’s got to give her a kid.

She stopped using birth control about a month after they arrived in Texas. They’ve discussed it at length and they know the consequences, but neither of them have suggested he stop finishing inside her. The prospect of knocking her up excites him too much; he wants that life with her, wants to give her a baby and be a parent. He never thought he was ready for a thing like that, not even when he briefly thought it would become real with Lorraine, until he met her. Now, he’s insatiable. He’s going to give his wife a child someday, he’s going to watch her grow round and glow, and she’s going to crave all sorts of weird shit. He’ll give her all of it. 

They are met with multiple sets of eyes as they step inside and weave through the crowd, hand-in-hand. It’s been years since he’s stepped foot back in Laredo, and the last time he saw so many of these people together in one room, he’d abandoned his fiancée at the altar and he hadn’t dipped so much as a toe in the war on drugs in Colombia. And now, he was returning after seven years, discharged for conspiracy and married to a new woman. He understands their curiosity, but he isn’t particularly fond of the way they eye up his wife. Still, most people try to be discreet about it. They look, certainly, but they turn their heads and re-engage in conversation as the Peñas find their seats at a round table. Chucho is up again before he can fully sit down, excusing himself to speak with a neighbouring ranch hand. 

Javier tugs on the legs of her chair to slide her closer. “You look beautiful,” he tells her, bringing her in for a kiss. 

She nibbles his lip quickly, like it’s a secret she gives him, before she pulls away, grinning. “So do you. Let’s take you shopping for more plaid shirts sometime, hmm?”

Javier doesn't suspect there's a single article in his wardrobe she doesn't like, but he takes the compliment with another kiss. “Heads up,” she mumbles into his mouth. 

“Javier!” says a male voice. “I’m glad you came.”

Javier looks up at the man and frowns. It’s the energetic gleam in those blue eyes he recognises first. “Danny?”

The man is in his early twenties, dark-haired and wild with excitement, grinning broadly and twisting his hands about. “Getting married and everything.”

Javier shakes his head. “Jesus, I’m old.” He claps the man on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Danny. You’re a good kid.”

Danny grins and shakes hands with Javier’s wife. “It’s really good to meet you, Mrs. Peña. Your husband used to babysit me, you know.”

“I… certainly didn’t,” she says, a laugh escaping her mouth. She says her congratulations and  lifts her brows at Javier once Danny makes his way over to Chucho on the other side of the ballroom. “You were a babysitter?” 

“First job I ever had,” says Javier. “Taking care of that bundle of fuckin’ energy.”

She licks her lips. “I want you inside me so badly right now. Oh! There’s Lorraine. I should go bite the bullet.”

She bolts upright and crosses the room while Javier is left sitting, stunned, and suppressing an imminent erection. It’s going to be a long night. 

“Lorraine?” 

The blonde woman turns around, a twelve-year-old attached to her leg, and smiles. “You must be Mrs. Peña.”

She introduces herself properly and shakes Lorraine’s hand. “It’s so nice to meet you. And what's your name, beautiful?” she asks the young girl clinging to her mother. 

“Samantha,” says Lorraine, in that sweet southern sting, “come say hi. She's shy. Lots of people.”

“Oh, so am I.” She kneels down and waves at the little brown-haired, wide-eyed girl. “You know what my pápa used to say to me? Even if there are a hundred people around you, it's a hundred people too busy worrying about themselves to worry about bothering you.” She pulls a lollipop from her pocket, one she swiped from the table, and offers it to the girl. “But here I go, bothering you. Will this make it up?”

Samantha giggles and accepts the sweet. “Thank you, miss.”

Lorraine strokes Samantha’s hair. “Sammy, sweetie, go find your dad.”

The girl scampers off, and Lorraine watches her go fondly. 

“She's beautiful.”

“She is,” says Lorraine. “You know, pretty much the last thing I was expecting was for Javier to come back married. Thought he would drown down there. I’m glad he didn't.”

She's somewhat unsure how to reply to that. “I… He's strong. He's a good man. It wasn't me that got him through it, but I’m glad, too. He's been through a lot.”

Lorraine snorts good-naturedly. “It was you, honey. You see the way that man looks at you? Shit, he's doin’ it right now.”

She glances across the room and finds her husband, mid-sip from a bottle of beer, watching her with an appreciative glimmer in those rich dark eyes. She warms; not a day has gone by he still doesn’t make her nervous and giddy. Her fingers find the skirt of her sundress and playfully swirl it around her thighs for him. He grins widely and lifts his brows at the flash of her thighs. 

“Never saw him so happy,” says Lorraine. “Ain’t it sickening?”

She smiles at the woman. “I think I’m pretty sick, too.”

“He got lucky with you. Never was lucky with me.” Lorraine shakes her head with a self-deprecating laugh. “We were kids. Real stupid. I made a mistake. You seem a lot smarter than that.” 

“Sometimes,” she says, “we screw up. I married a guy who nearly got me killed. It’s where we are once all that shit’s over that matters. I like where I am now. And you… Lorraine, you’ve got a beautiful family.”

The woman watches her husband lift their daughter into his arms. “You ever think about having little ones?”

“Did you?” she asks. “With Javi, I mean?”

Lorraine looks at her wryly. “I don't think we were ever adults when we were together. Symptoms of a small town. But he's a good guy, always wanted to see the world while I wanted to stay in my own—we both fucked each other up, if I’m bein’ honest.”

“For what it's worth,” she says, “I want to do right by him.”

“Oh, honey, you already have. More than I ever hoped to.” Lorraine snorts, lifting a glass of champagne from the table nearby. “To doing better the second time around.”

She swipes a glass herself and toasts. “To family.”

When she returns to her husband, she slides the champagne in front of him. “What's the occasion, bonita?” he asks, leaning in close and nudging her cheek with his nose before kissing her there. 

“It’s a wedding, honey,” she says. “Besides—what if I’m pregnant?” She clicks her tongue. “Not doing anything to hurt your baby.”

She isn't pregnant; she's been taking tests weekly since she quit birth control. But it's fun to watch his pupils darken his earthy irises. He reaches for her like the touch gives him oxygen and squeezes her thigh beneath the table, beneath her dress. It must be the way she says your baby. 

It's the way she says your baby that has Javier squeezing her like he's kneading dough. “Te voy a follar esta noche (I’m going to fuck you tonight),” he whispers in her ear, “y me daras una bebe (and you’ll give me a baby).”

She shivers, turning her head to slant her mouth over his. “Mi amor,” she mumbles, cupping his cheek and pulling away to look at him fondly. 

“Was she nice to you?” asks Javier, attempting a casual tone. 

“She was perfectly civil,” she scolds gently, “and she’s doing well. Says I make you happy.” She bites her lip when she grins at him. “That true, baby? I make you happy?”

Javier is inches away from taking her to a bathroom and fucking her inside a stall. “You make me”—he smiles back, squeezing both her thighs—“real happy.”

“I’ll make you even happier tonight,” she promises. His cock jumps in his jeans, but she stands abruptly with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I should go mingle some more.”

Javier nearly jumps to follow her like a puppy, but she’s gone and a body blocks his way before he can. “Don't be a hermit, mijo,” says his father. “Tu esposa is better at talking than you.”

Javier knows he's right, but he's having trouble suppressing his erection after her little promise in his ear. He clears his throat. “Sí,” he grumbles, staring longingly after his wife in her beautiful red dress, finding Danny and Lisa’s daughters, Annie and Mary. Her stunning smile is knocking them dead, and he feels pride swell inside him at how well she navigates this new town, this new family. 

Something else rises to his throat, a choking feeling that makes him lightheaded and worsens the issue in his jeans. She's so good with those kids, happy with them, letting them lead her around by the hands and skirt and playing along with their games. When they call someone on their toy phone, she picks it up and starts a dramatic fight with someone on the other end.

Love scratches at him like a real bitch. 

He does end up mingling from crowd to crowd, accepting handshakes and thanks and congratulations, as if he personally untied each of these people from railroad tracks. He doesn't deserve the way they clap his shoulder and smile and schmooze. Thank you for all you did over there, Javier. 

Over there. 

Like it was a fantastical world, something elusive and mystical. Exotic, exciting. He nods and smiles, moving through the room like he's prized cattle. He can bullshit his way out of red tape and death threats and deals gone sour. He can't bullshit his way out of people thanking him for a job well done. 

“For a former varsity athlete, you handle attention like a turtle.”

When he turns his head, Lorraine is grinning like the cat who got the cream. He snorts, but it's scarcely heard over the music and chatter. “Good to see you, Lorraine.”

She embraces him and frowns. “You smell like mint.”

“Trying the Nicorette thing.” He grimaces.

“Why in the hell would you wanna do that?” She shrugs. “I guess I know why.” Her eyes flit toward his wife, still playing with Annie and Mary on the other side of the ballroom, and a smile lifts her mouth. “She's a catch, Peña.”

Her husband Randy materialises, their daughter Samantha on his shoulders. “Randy,” greets Javier, shaking his hand. “How you doing?”

“Good, man.” Randy grins up at his daughter. “Can't complain. I see you got hitched. Good for you.”

Apparently, it's the talk of the town. “Thanks,” says Javier. “Seems like you two got it pretty good.” He smiles at Samantha, whose apple cheeks flush as she returns his smile with a tentative wave. There's a shrunken lollipop in her hand. 

Randy departs to take his daughter to the bathroom. Javier clears his throat. “Listen, Lorraine… I know what I did.” He tries to meet her eye, but his gaze keeps flickering back toward Samantha. The little girl he once thought was his. “We both fucked up. But I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done it like that.”

Lorraine sighs, lighting up a cigarette. “I’m sorry, too, Javier. But I can’t pretend like I’m not glad it happened. We were damn bad together.” He offers her an amused look. “I never should've lied to you. But it led me here, and it led you… well, there.” She smiles at the woman in the red dress who's carrying two four-year-olds on her hips and dancing with them to Gloria Estefan. “She loves you somethin’ fierce.”

He knows. God, he knows. “I don't deserve her.”

“And I don't deserve my little Sammy,” she says. “But I can't breathe without her. I think it's good to be a little selfish now and then, ain't it?”

Javier smiles, and something warm and gentle settles in his chest. “Might be right.”

~

The wedding is sweet and humble. She and Javier hold hands throughout the ceremony, and she cries even though she hardly knows the bride and groom. “Cariño,” he whispers in her ear as the bride and groom seal their vows with a kiss. He does the same to her, kissing a tear right from her cheek. “You want a ceremony like that, baby?” 

She knows he'll give her anything if she wants it, even if he doesn't love the attention. But she shakes her head. “I have everything I want,” she tells him. “I’m looking at him right now.”

She offers to get drinks at the open bar for Javier and Chucho, sliding into a stool and ordering a whiskey and mojito. There's a lineup, but she has plenty of patience as a former waitress. 

“I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it's free, so maybe I could just slide one over to you and pretend I paid?” 

This comes from a man she doesn't recognise. He's tall and broad, wearing a nice grey suit and a head full of salt-and-pepper hair. He sits next to her, a perfectly pleasant smile on his face. 

“You're very sweet,” she says, “but my husband might get the wrong idea.” She lifts her left hand and shows off the diamond. 

He just watches her. “Is your husband here?”

Shit, she thinks. He's one of those. He may be joking, but Javier has been watching her all night, keeping an eye on her in that dress, and if he's been watching then, he's certainly watching now. And he'll see this man ignore a blatant refusal. 

“He is,” she says evenly. The bartender, a Southern-comfort woman with a dimple and a curly up-do, signals at her with her eyes when she slides the drinks over, but she just smiles and shakes her head. One way or another, this will be handled soon. 

The man flashes his own wedding ring at her, and oh, she thinks. He's one of those. “My wife’s here, too. You, uh… interested in sharing?”

“No.” Javier’s voice is short and rucked with irritation, that rasp of impatience that always makes him sidle up a bit closer to her, squeeze her waist a little harder. Her grumpy old dog. He doesn't even look at the swinger while he pushes his face into her throat and kisses her just below her jaw. “You're cold, baby.” 

She isn’t cold at all. He shucks off his plaid shirt, leaving him in a grey T-shirt, and places it over her shoulders. and she wants to laugh at how purely and unabashedly territorial the action is. 

“Javier, this is…” She lifts her brows to prompt the man, trying to remain polite. 

“Mike.” He lifts his hand to shake Javier’s hand. 

Her husband just glares. “You wanna fuck my wife, Mike?”

“Javi…” 

Mike raises his hands as a mediating gesture. “I didn't mean to step on any toes. My wife and I… We just wanted to ask.”

“We know,” she says softly, sliding off the stool and pushing a drink into her husband’s hand. “Thank you for the offer, Mike, but we don’t share.”

He nods his understanding, a bit too vigorously, thanks to Javier’s deathly stare. “Of course. Sorry. Have a good night, you two.” 

She practically drags Javier away from the bar and back to their table, but he just puts down the drinks, mumbles about the bathroom, and takes her hand. He pulls her along so fast she has to jog to keep up. “Javi, please,” she says, “slow down.”

He’s fuming by the time he pulls her into the fancy little bathroom and manhandles her against the door. His nostrils are flaring and his chest heaves even though they've walked about twenty feet. He's fucking mad. It shouldn't be sparking hot like stones in her core, making her body seek him a little more, her lips parting to take in more air. 

“Javier.” It pushes out of her mouth like a desperate prayer. 

He sighs real hard, his hand lifting to brush her hair behind her ear. She suspects it's the last-ditch effort at being gentle. She knows what's about to come. 

“You've been teasing me all night,” he says lowly, not meeting her eye but instead tracing the pads of his fingers over her shoulder. They ghost over her collarbones, the hollow of her throat, the touch reverent but possessive. His eyes are black holes. “This fucking dress… You're so beautiful, baby.”

She shudders when his fingers drift down to her side, finding her thigh and hitching up the side of her dress. He wants to make her squirm, and it's working. She writhes in his grip as his fingers skirt her panties but never make a move to slip beneath them. “Suave,” he mutters. When he finds her pink lace panties, light enough they could be white, he swears. “You wear this for me?”

“Well, you look so good in pink,” she says. “Thought I’d try it out.”

He gives her ass a gentle slap. “Does this match?” he asks, a curious hand drifting up her ribs to where her bra should be. 

“Not wearing one,” she says. 

He bares his teeth like he wants to chew on her and squeezes her tits right through her dress. She sighs with the feeling, his greedy touch a balm to her skin, his fingers circling her hard nipples and his exploration drenching her core all the more for him. And yet, he's barely touching her. 

“No one can see you like this,” he says. His wife is a work of art. She belongs in a museum. But he's a selfish man, and the thought of others admiring, lusting after, feeling her makes him grind his teeth for a cigarette. “No one but me. Tu esposo. ¿Claro?”

If he wants to tease her back, she'll match him. 

“What if I wanted it?” she says breathlessly, sliding her hands up his strong, capable arms. “What if I was about to say yes?”

He recognises the game right away, but it doesn't amuse him. His hands shove her hips up against the door. He's done being gentle. “You wanted him to fuck you, huh?” His fingers finally dip into her panties and swipe through her slick cunt. “That what got you so wet? Thinkin’ about another man?”

“She wanted you,” she says, grasping his shoulder so she can steady herself. “His wife. You're so handsome, strong, sexy… She'd be stupid not to want you. What if you wanted her, too?”

He frowns deeply and buries his mouth in the curve of her throat. “Don’t give a shit about anyone’s wife but mine. Don't want to look at anyone else. Don't want anyone else looking at you.”

She doesn't want to torture her husband, not when he begins to rub circles on her clit. “Please, baby…”

“He thinks he can touch my wife,” he grunts, jaw clenched. “Thinks he can take what’s mine. You’re mine.”

The words drench her in sweat and want. Want, want, want. He pushes hard on her clit and she cries out. “Shhhh,” he says, nosing along her cheek until he finds her mouth but doesn't quite kiss her. Two fingers prod inside her, soak themselves in her wetness. He knows it's all for him. He's too damn cocky not to. Her head thuds against the door. “This body’s mine,” he grits out, punctuating each word with a roll of his thumb, a curl of his fingers. “This pussy’s mine. Nobody fucking. Touches. My. Wife.”

“Javi!” she whines, spiralling up toward her peak so fast she doesn't even see it coming. She coats his fingers with more slick and pants into his cheek, her legs buckling. He sucks a bruising kiss into her throat, growling against her skin. When he removes his fingers, the squelching sound makes her crumble like sand between his fingers, her wetness flooding her panties. She's still arching against him when he pulls them all the way down to her ankles and, when they're off, tucks them into his back pocket.

“Turn around and spread your legs.” 

His voice, dark and demanding, makes her do it without question. She braces her hands on the door and feels him crowd her, hands on her hips and lips on her shoulder. 

“Muy dulce,” he says into her skin. “You're not a fucking whore for other men to fucking use. Malparido… thinking I’d share this. I don't fucking share.”

“Only you,” she sighs, a hazy smile on her face at the feel of him draping himself over her. “It’s only you, amor. Mi esposo. Don't wanna share you with anyone.”

They don't have much time before someone comes looking, so he shoves his jeans down just enough to pull out his cock and collects her wetness on the head. She hums, ass pushing back on him. “Stay still,” he hisses, notching himself at her dripping hole. His animal half—the part that wants to mount her and fuck her so deep, so hard, that she feels him forever—itches up his throat and makes him grab at her with possessive hands. His fingers will bruise her hips, and she moans at the way he handles her like a doll. 

“Should go back and knock his teeth out, looking at my fuckin’ wife like that.” Javier bottoms out inside her, feeding her his cock until he's pressing at her womb, his trembling hand snaking around to rest at her belly. All of him is trembling with impatience and rage, and a strained choke leaves her when he fucks into her deep. “That's it. Take it, bonita. Fuckin’ take me, good girl—”

He loses himself in his ramblings once he sets a pace, and it's a punishing one. For all his big talk, he goes non-verbal when he's inside her, slamming his hips against her round ass, watching it bounce, watching himself disappear inside her sweet, wet cunt. His cunt. He's obsessed with her: her body, her noises, the drag of his cock against her walls that suck him in so deep it's like they're trying to keep him there. “I’m yours, Javi,” she says, her breaths stuttering out as he slams his hips against her. “God, fuck, I’m yours. Take—take me like it.”

She knows what he wants, and she gives it to him happily. He needs to fuck all the anger out of his system, the rage he feels at knowing other men want her, that other men will try to take her from him, right fucking in front of him. She's a siren, beautiful and gentle and sweet, and he's a goddamned monster. He fucks her like one, and she coos at him softly through it all, telling him it's okay, take what you need, it's all yours, I’m all yours. No one else.  

He makes her come again, the pressure on her belly and the aching rhythm of his cock pounding her deep, the wet noises of sex penetrating the room and fogging up the mirror. It's filthy and it makes her come all the same. She stiffens and gushes, her juices dribbling onto his length and down his balls, while she moans and gasps and tries to breathe. 

He bares his teeth and sets a faster pace, bringing her body up against his chest as he puffs into her neck and reaches deeper, harder, somehow. She whimpers at the unexpected surge of pleasure she gets from being used like a toy for him to dump his cum inside. Just for him. He's normally so considerate, so gentle, and the rough edges he's working out now are chipping away at her. Now, she's coming again, suddenly, unaware of it until it's upon her. 

“Ohhhh,” she moans, shivering, a spray of wetness soaking his cock until it's so slick with her that he's nearly slipping out. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he pants, working her limp body for himself, pushed ever closer to the edge by her gush of cum all over him. It's so easy to tug her hair, bite down on her shoulder, push his cock so deep inside her it kisses her womb. It's so easy to use her and bend her when she's like this, pliant and hazy in her orgasmic state. 

“I'm the one who gets to fuck you like this,” he says, smacking the side of her thigh. “I’m the one who gets to give you a baby. Want me to give you a baby?”

She's muttering, yes, yes, yes, over and over, and he only comes when he's pressed as much of himself inside her as he can. He spills endlessly, hot cum spurting inside her and dripping out around his cock. There's so much of it that he pulls out until only his head is left inside, watching it twitch and pump its load into her used pussy. Then, he pushes himself all the way back inside and finishes at her womb, hissing at the way she rolls her hips against him to collect more of what he's giving her. 

"Ávida,” he grumbles, kissing her cheek and the corner of her mouth. “So good, baby. I’m… shit, I’m sorry.”

She giggles, drunk on cock. “Sorry? But I love when you fill me up.”

He pulls out and turns her around just so he can look at her. She looks like she's been fucked, hard. Her eyes are red and rimmed with tears, her lips puffy and her cheek rosy from being pressed up against the door. Her pussy is dripping his spend down her thighs, which tremble from the force of his need for her. “When you say things like that,” he says, swiping his thumb across her chin, “you make me wanna fuck you all over again.”

She just giggles again. Javier cleans her up and slides her panties back up her legs so nobody sees her bare ass. He secures his jeans over his hips and buttons up his flannel over her shoulders. “You like me wearing your clothes,” she says. 

“I like you all the time.” He kisses her. “Did I hurt you?”

“Only in the ways that count, vaquero. I won't break that easily.” She brushes her hair with her fingers and beams at him. “I like you showing me what's yours.”

He pulls her in by the waist. “No shithead swinger is gonna take you from me.”

Everyone knows what they've done when they walk out together, looking mildly more sweaty than they were when they arrived. Still, the party goes on. People fuck at weddings all the time. 

It's what he tells himself when his father looks sternly at him and Javier feels like he's fifteen all over again. His wife looks just as sheepish, but it doesn't stop him from reaching for her hand under the table and holding it for the rest of the reception. 

~

“Javi!”

Her shaky voice comes from the front hall, and it shifts Javier’s senses into red-alert. He bolts out of the kitchen and meets her at the front door, ready and eager to tell someone to fuck off. But she's alone. Staring down at a piece of paper. 

“Baby? What's wrong?” He caresses her arms from behind, squinting at the small print of the letter. He isn't wearing his glasses. 

“They…” She turns in his grasp and he finds uncertainty in her eyes. “They signed off. To bring you back.”

~

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[doudouneverte]

Bruise and love

a/n: a little something for my birthday 🥳🎂

*not my PIC*

Pairing: Jamie-Lee Nappier x Chelsea!reader

Summary: honestly? I just wanted to write for her

Type: Fluff

Warning: bruise

word count: 1452

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It was one of those days when you would drive somewhere off London. Recently, it has happened a lot. Maybe it was because your "secret" girlfriend didn't live in the city anymore.

Talking about your girlfriend; she was on top of you right now. You were gently rubbing your hand back and forth on her back while she was telling you some stories that happened this week.

Nobody really knows how you ended up with her, not even you. It was like it was meant to be. One day, a few years ago, one of your friends dragged you to one of the London Lionesses games. It was where she played when you first met her.

It didn't take you long to notice her and to forget to listen to your friend while you saw her on the pitch. Surprisingly for you, you started to come to see her play more often. Of course, playing for the national champions' team meant that you had to hide, but it was okay. It was okay because one day she noticed you, and she found the courage to come to talk to you.

Then, you knew the story. First date, then more dates because the first one was cool and you were really attracted to her. Then you asked her out, and she accepted, and time flies until she spent more time in your apartment than hers.

But if you were there and not in London, it was because this summer she got transferred to the newly promoted team. You were very happy for her because that meant she would finally be back in the WSL, but in your euphoria, you both forgot something important. Your team, Chelsea, was also playing in the WSL, which meant you would end up playing against her.

The match should be the next day, by the way. You were both aware of that, but right now you didn't care. Emma finished the training earlier today, and you used that to spend more time with your girlfriend.

"Are you listening to me?" Jamie asked when she noticed you were spacing out.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something." You excused yourself rather shyly.

That was one of her superpowers. She always succeeded in making you shy or a blushing mess. Which was very surprising because you were known to be a cold person. Well, it's not true, but you liked to have this facade during games and rarely showed your emotions after you would give a slide tackle to the opponent. Your teammates, even if they knew your 'normal side' and 'soft side' for some. They never saw your 'Jamie' side; it was something only reserved for her and her few teammates who would invite themselves while you were in the city.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" The Scottish asked. Your body tensed for a moment, stopping your hand on her back, much to her displeasure.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's just that-" 

"You don't want to play against me." She finished for you with a grin. "I know you are afraid of your powerful girlfriend, but it's okay. I promise I will go easy on you." She joked.

Of course, it was not the first time you played against her. You playing for the Netherlands meant that you faced her and Scotland for the Nation League. You scored two goals for the Dutch, but also a funny own goal (Daan never forgot to remind you about this).

"Of course I'm afraid to play against you. How could I be fully focused if you're on the pitch?" You finished your sentence with some on her face, which made her laugh.

Oh man, you loved her laugh; it was maybe your third favorite song she could make. Honestly, you loved everything about her; you were a big simp for your girl, and she didn't fail to use that sometimes.

"Okay, I got it." She paused a moment to look at her phone before looking at you again. "We still have some time before you leave." She put your hands under her shirt, making your heart race. "What do you think?" 

You didn't vocalize your answer and just started to kiss her.

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The next day was game day. In the cubby, all the girls were focused and ready to distance the rival on the table. After a last speech on how you shouldn't underestimate your opponent, you got ready in the tunnel.

Like Emma predicted, the game was rather easy, but you could see some mistakes on your side. Maybe playing against the promoted gave your teammates enough confidence to sometimes let the defense only be supervised by Jess.

Whatever, you were ready for an attack when the ball got stolen by Bristol's players. Things got worse when your girlfriend received it. You were chasing her and doubting for a moment. If it was anyone else, you would take back the ball quickly, but this time was different. On your way back to stop their offensive, your eyes met your coach's, and you decided to say 'fuck off' and did it.

Jamie didn't know what happened; for a moment she was running to Hannah's goal, and the next moment she was on the ground. It was a rather bad tackle; you were aware of that, and that's why you didn't try to contest when the referee showed you a yellow card. But you started to panic when your girlfriend didn't stand up after a few seconds.

She was stunned, trying to process everything, when she felt somebody's hand rubbing her shoulder. "Hey, babe, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She heard you ask and just nodded. "Do you need me to call the medic?" You spoke again, but this time she could feel your panic. She tried to brush it off and go back on her feet, but a pain in her ribs made her realize that this contact would cause some bruises.

"Y/l/n, stay away, please." You heard Connolly tell you while Erin was trying to pull you away.

"Megan, I just want to be sure she's okay." You replied with a broken voice, which surprised your Scottish teammate.

"And we will tell you if anything bad happens, don't worry. But right now, let the medics examine her." Amalie said this time. You nodded and decided to join your team. Fortunately, Jamie could have resumed the match, but until the end, you were careful with your interventions with her.

At the end of the match, you won and were too excited to notice that your girlfriend was forced to the changing room sooner than everyone else. After some handshakes and a little party in the cubby, you excused yourself, pretending that you forgot something on the pitch. A few seconds later, you were knocking on the other changing room, and you just had to wait a few seconds before someone opened it.

You exchanged a rather long eye contest with Abi Harrison until she looked back and stepped aside, letting your girlfriend come out of the room. "Twenty minutes." The number seven said. "We want her back in twenty minutes." She explained and let you go only after you promised.

You found a place that was isolated but not so far from her teammates changing room. You sat down first and made her sit on your lap. She had some ice for her bruises, which made you instantly ashamed of your previous action.

"You don't have to say it." Your girlfriend said when she noticed your intense glare on her ribs.

"But I-"

"You stopped me, and it's okay. Even if it hurts now, I'm not angry at you or anything. Honestly, I would do the same."

You paused for a moment before you wrapped your arms around her waist and let your head rest against her shoulder. "I'm sorry, mijn liefde (my love); I will be more careful next time." You said with your usual 'Jamie side' voice.

The Scottish player passed her hand through your hair before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I know you will, but it's okay. Sometimes things like that happen. Hell, I think I would be angry if you didn't even try to stop me." Her hand traveled from your hair to your chin, and she raised your head. "Look at me, babe." She instructed, and you did. "I totally forgive you, and I don't want you to blame yourself for that, okay?" When you nodded, she finally smiled again. "Okay, now we still have plenty of minutes for us, so let's use them wisely."

The kisses between you two didn't stop until Abi had to come to drag your girlfriend back to her teammates.

[septixtrash]

Behind Steel Towers

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader

Summary: He's always been your knight in shining armor, hasn't he?

A/N: I hope you all enjoy, I'm such a simp for Soldier Boy 🥵 probably will write more for him in the future...

Sudden shouting from outside your room startles you. The lights from beyond the door flash red. Trembling you crawl out of your cot and hide in the corner with your back to the door, fearing it to be another guard. A blast from outside the door rattles the whole room before the steel door flies open. Heavy boots pound the tiles behind you.

"Y/N?" That voice, it can't be. Not him...

Turning around, you meet face to face with the one person you swore you'd never see again. “What, you miss me?” he grins.

"...Ben?" You fall to your knees in disbelief. No fucking way, you saw him be airlifted away by the Russians, right before they hauled you away…

"Can't believe they did this to you..."

Your own fucking team betrayed you both. Accused you of treachery and so they locked you away in a facility somewhere. You had no idea what happened to Ben, if he was even alive...

He grabs your shoulders, hauling you up to wrap his arms around you. "I can't believe those fucking bastards..."

You don't respond, instead opting to stare at the ground.

"I swear to you, they'll get what's coming to 'em, all of 'em." He leans down and kisses your forehead.

"H-How, how'd you get out?" You ask quietly. "A new friend, him and his team busted me out from fucking Russia. Long story, I'll tell you once we're out of here."

You follow him out of your cell, trailing close behind him. Dead bodies scatter the halls, alarms blaring red lights lighting up the darkness. Whatever went down was a fucking massacre. "This way, c'mon!" He leads you both down a corridor towards an elevator.

Sliding past what remains of a guard you step inside the elevator. Ben closes the doors before pressing the button for the lobby.

"You good?" He asks, looking in your eyes, grabbing your arm. You nod. "Yeah, I think so."

When the doors open, you both rush out of the lobby outside. It's the first time you'd been out of that cell, in God know how long... You stop in front of him, feeling the sunlight on your skin.

"I've missed you..." You say, staring back at him. Tears streak your cheeks, a light sob coming from your lips. You reach for him, embracing for another hug.

"How long was I in there?" You whisper.

"...over 40 years..."

You cry harder, hugging him tighter. "T-thank you..."

"Oh honey, this is just the beginning. Welcome back..."