#vargas x reader

[bunni-v1]

Could I ask for your headcanons on how the staff would take care of/look after the reader? I’m a sucker for the fics where they take a parental role

How The Staff Takes Care of You

TW: None!

Info: Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Vargas and Sam x Reader (Platonic)

🍓This one is short but sweet. I’ve spent a lot of time on the event, but I want to start on other requests outside of it too. This one looked fun and easy so I got it out within about an hour or so. I hope you enjoy!

Tags: @kitsun369 @bloomstruck

Crowley

-Lets get one thing straight, Crowley does not take care of you

-It’s hard to even say that Crowley cares for you. It’s hard to say he cares for anyone other than himself.

-Still… he does do some things correctly.

-He gives you a place to live (which he threatened to take away), food (which he threatened to take away), and funding (which he… threatened to take away).

-He DOES come to ACTUALLY care for you, just… not in the traditional sense, I suppose. 

-He has frequent check ins with you to ensure that you are doing well.

-Occasionally he stops by ramshackle just to chat with you and ensure you have company.

-Believe it or not, he set up a lot of the things you do specifically so that he can ensure you are getting along with other students and have a support system here.

-He lets you keep grim around — even though he has cause countless issues for student and staff alike.

-He’s like your weird uncle. You hardly ever actually see Crowley around, but you know that he is looking out for you in his own way. 

-Thats all that matters, right?

Crewel

-Crewel is also anther oddball when it comes to how he shows that he cares.

-He is… aware that Crowley does not do a very good job at caring for you, and he’s a bit easier on you because of that.

-He’s probably harder on you homework-wise than most other students though.

-He wants to see you excel and succeed in his class.

-It would be the biggest fuck you to Crowley ever, so he works hard to make sure that you prove yourself to everyone.

-He makes sure that you’re sleeping and eating well, and if he sees that you are not, he makes you stay ofter class to talk to him so you both can find a way to solve this issue.

-If it’s money issues keeping you from eating, don’t worry. He’s now making you a lunch — or at least he gives you some money to eat.

-The nicest thing he does for you, however, is he gets you clothes.

-Your uniform is pretty… bad, and he feels bad for you.

-So, he takes matters into his own hands and gets you a nice new one that actually fits you.

-He and Trein have a rivalry over who treats you better and who you like more. (Trein is winning by like one point and it drives Crewel crazy).

-Crewel very much is the one to tell you “Boys are stupid, don’t date — especially not the ones here.” Lol

-Again, more like a very ambitious uncle who just really loves his family but never wants kids of his own.

-Oh, also, his dogs love you. So that’s a plus.

Trein

-He has two girls of his own, and he really does love kids, he’s just… jaded from years of being a teacher for snotty kids like Ace.

-You though? He likes you a lot.

-You’re a troublemaker, sure, but you always try your best in classes and have been making the best of your situation.

-Speaking of, Trein hates the way Crowley is so lackadaisical about your position and treatment.

-You are a living person? How could he just leave you to almost starve or freeze in your rickety old dorm?

-Trein visits your dorm frequently after his school day is done, just to ensure you have food and are able to stay warm/cool in the respective seasons.

-If he finds that you do not have enough food or cannot afford it, he talks to both Sam and Crowley and scolds them into lowering prices for you and raising your passive income.

-He still buys you things with his own money.

-If you fall asleep in class and you look like you need it, he won’t bother you. 

-Tells you that you can always come to him if you’re having trouble with anyone, and he will most definitely deal with them.

-Do you need extra help with homework, he’ll stay late just to ensure you’re understanding the material. 

-Seriously the number one dad at NRC, and he’s really happy to have you around since you remind him so much of his girls.

Vargas

-The resident promoter of a healthy lifestyle and great workout routine at NRC.

-You don’t really spend that much time around Vargas, so you two aren’t close, but he knows about you through the other members of staff.

-He knows how Crowley treats you, and while he isn’t one to play favorites… he can make an exception.

-Especially since he knows you aren’y always eating enough thanks to your limited budget.

-The last thing he needs is a student passing out in his class.

-He still pushes you to work out and participate, but if you’re looking like a ghost when you walk into class he’s going to make you go change and get some rest.

-He’s a gym nut, not a monster.

-He’s good with dieting though, so he’s able to tell Trein and Crewel and Same what would be best for you to eat in your condition.

-So yeah, he’s likely the least involved in your life, but he does help you from behind the scenes.

-It’s better than Crowley, so that’s a win in his books.

Sam

-Other than Trein, Sam probably sees you the most frequently out of everyone.

-You come into his shop at least once a day for something.

-At first he treated you the same as every other student, charing you ridiculously hight prices for typically cheap stuff.

-Then one day you came in looking for something to eat, cause you’d run out of what little Crowley gave you, but you didn’t have enough money.

-He nearly cried at how heartbroken you looked when you realized you couldn’t get anything.

-He gave you the whole meal for free, didn’t even ask for what you had.

-Trein is also on his ass about how high his prices are, so he purposefully has a “discount” every time you’re there to buy something.

-He also gets to know you through your shopping and makes and effort to talk to you to feel out where you are physically and mentally.

-He reports what he notices back to Trein and Crowley, just to make sure someone who has the power to is taking care of you.

-You’ve got a friend in Sam, that’s for sure.

[l13]

i know this is a bit strange but i see none of this type of content for COD — 💧😭

i feel like alejandro and könig (maybe others) with a pregnant wife, concerned about the health of the baby feeds their wife a lot, to the point she maintains some of the weight after and they become a little enamored with it?

like a trophy remaining of how well they took care of their family, leaving a healthy baby and a plush, well fed wife

feel free to delete or ignore this if this is weird <3 love ur writing

oooh my god i love this that's so fucking cute!! I couldn't help but add price to this! Also added some random headcanons nd changed the request up a bit to the reader feeling a lil self-concious cause I know a lot of women struggle with that after giving birth. Btw thank you so much for your kind words!!<3

btw don't comment on the baby names i'm so bad at those

CHARACTERS : alejandro vargas, konig, john price

WARNINGS : female!reader, mentions of sex, fluff fluff fluff, pregnancy aftermath, stretch marks, weight gain, body image, reader being self-concious, reader hits vargas a lot (IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN LMFAO)

WORD COUNT : 4k

♡ Alejandro vargas ♡

this man loved showing you off while you were pregnant let me tell you-

he'd be so attentive during your pregnancy (not that he wasn't before) even learning or remembering random facts

"Yeah she's nineteen weeks as of yesterday. Well, I can tell you what she wasn't doing nineteen weeks ago- Agh- mi vida that hurt!"

you couldnt count the times youd have to tell him to stop talking when someone would comment on your pregnancy or congratulate you both-

"I know right?! I did that-"

Buys the most random shit for your baby, "...What's that." alejandro pauses the haul showcase when you point at a hat in between all the other clothes and toys he'd gotten (yes he went shopping alone, he's that obsessed) "Ah, that's a bucket hat!" you will your eye to stop twitching and take a deep breath knowing this is just your hormones making you act so pissy "Yes I know." your tone turns out to be colder than you'd anticipated but seeing him unfazed you continue, bringing your attitude down a notch, "Baby," your smile is forced as you look up at him, hand over your bump rubbing circles on it, "That looks like a fucking replica of Price's hat." A pause. A bark of laughter, "Holy shit! It fucking does!"

"At least, think about it cariño!" "We are not naming our child Price, Vargas, get yourself together!" idk i just have this headcanon that price and him became the best of buds

price obv became the godfather "Ha! Look at that! His fore'ead 's almost as big as yours!" "The fuck did you just say to me?" LMFAOOOO

(is it a headcanon or do i have to involve price everywhere because he's slowly taking over all of my thoughts?hm.)

honestly vargas always loved how cheeky you were but during your pregnancy you were a menace. He always masked it with a chuckle or a smile, knowing that it's just your hormones talking, but he was scared shitless.

After some time he got used to your attitude so much that he grew to love it, finding humor in your jabs and in turn that made you soften quicker, feeling bad about your behavior towards him, always showering him with kisses after (you don't know it but he manipulated you into being nice to him)

but yeah he also found it extremely hot and you noticed, so much so that when after you gave birth you'd always act a bit more bratty in bed just to rile him up<3

and yup he absolutely loved to take care of you and watch you and your belly grow- a healthy wife was a healthy child after all and he had to remind himself that you were pregnant each time he found himself behind you, squeezing and fondling your body saying how much he loved you like this-

"Alejandro!" your loud steps echoed throughout the house, stomping down the stairs to find your husband sitting on the couch watching tv, legs spread and all, and if you weren't mad at him you'd jump him right at that moment. He stopped munching on his sandwich, turning to look at you with a startled expression, a wobbly grin forming in his mouth, "What is it, cariño?" his eyes momentarily snapped to your son, who was currently playing with his blocks on the carpet a few feet away from him- well, he seemed fine so what was the issue?

You clicked your tongue, feet dragging you right in front of him, and you snatched his sandwich to place it on the plate right next to him, "Hey!-" "Look at me!" you whined as you outstretched your arms and his eyebrows furrowed, "I am!". You sighed exasperated, and threw a leg over each thigh as you sat on him and he sputtered, surprised, hands coming to rest on your hips nonetheless. You let another dramatic groan as you let your forehead fall on his, "You did this to me,"

He grabbed the back of your head with one hand, fingers massaging your scalp as he tried to assess the situation "Cariño, I'm gonna be honest with you- I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," your hand shoved his shoulder playfully as you warned him "Not in front of Pedro," he raised his arms in defeat, and you sighed again "Look at what you did to my body, and don't tell me you don't remember shoving food down my throat for nine months or I will skin you alive." his posture relaxed a bit, hands resting on your thighs, a shit eating grin forming on his lips.

"I do remember doing that.. and so what? You look great, mi vida, so fucking sexy," his eyes roam your body, hands squeezing the supple skin of your thighs and you squirm on his lap "You asshole, you planned this didn't you?" you slapped his hand away when he tried to cup your breast and he licked his lips, eyes sparkling devilishly, tapping your lips with his finger twice "No swearing in front of the kid, remember?"

"Oh, you fu-". Pedro's gurgles of happiness as he studied both his parents stopped you from hitting your husband for the second time today, and instead your hand came down to pat his shoulder, smiling at your son innocently as Alejandro chuckled in your neck. "It's about time he ate," he cocked his head towards Pedro as he whispered, knowing full well the tantrum his son would throw if he heard him talk about food. You smiled softly as you nodded, momentarily amusing your son, for the five seconds he had his attention on you, with random silly faces, feeling accomplished when he gave the cutest huffed out laugh.

When you turned your head back to Alejandro, he was already looking at you, eyes filled with love and affection, hand coming up to caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch, sighing. "I love you."

"I love you," you whispered back, leaning in to press a kiss on his lips, his hum of appreciation clouding your mind " and thank you for taking care of me, baby," he smiled at that, really smiled, "Always, cariño." he stood up suddenly, his hands under your thighs holding you up, and you gasped, holding on to him for dear life as he twirled around with you in his arms, putting a show for your son as he maneuvered you both into the kitchen, laughter filling the house once again.

"We do need to go shopping though, because none of my clothes fit."

"You're welcome to walk around naked-Ouch!" he pouted as you flicked his forehead

♡ König ♡

oh, would you look at that, yet another cod character obsessed with you being pregnant!

no, seriously though, this big bear is loving you all round with his child inside you- god knows how many times he had to take care himself in the bathroom because he saw you doing some stupid yoga exercises in the morning, "Ah, bear there you are! Could you hold my legs up please?" You were trying to kill him, there was no other explanation.

I just know that König worries so much during your pregnancy, he once caught you bringing groceries alone and almost passed out (you weren't even showing yet). He forbade you from going out of the house alone, after that.

Goes with you to all your doctor's appointments, his leg bouncing repeatedly and you had to hold his hand so he'd stop fidgeting. "I'm sorry, which one of you is pregnant again?" Safe to say, könig didn't find the doctor funny, as he sat next to you, brooding silently.

And guess what, you were having twins!!! Now you were both nervous. And in the start of your third trimester, you were exhausted and it was taking a toll on your mental health. He once found you in the kitchen, sobbing because you couldn't even bend down to look in the oven, and it had taken him almost two hours to calm you down by which time he'd already shed some tears of his own. (He really hated seeing you this way)

"Liebling did you get your vitamins?" "You have to take your vitamins in two hours." "YOU FORGOT THEM?!! CALL THE DOCTOR!". "König it's fine-"

Always makes runs to the store if you ask for something specific, making sure you get your fill at whatever you were craving, he's literally perfect

Almost had a panic attack cause he couldn't find your hospital bag when he wanted to add more stuff in it. You almost shit your pants as he came running to you, stumbling over his feet, and you calmly explained to him that it was literally under the bed. "Ah, right!" :D LMFAOO

Loves giving you belly rubs and kisses, cuddle time is much more frequent, with him always being the big spoon, saying how he wants to be able to hug you and your children at the same time, his hands draped over your body, as he laid kisses on your hair softly "Goodnight, my loves.."

Ghost and Soap came by one day to drop off some early gifts for the little ones and König almost tackled them to the ground bc he thought they were intruders help💀 you stayed mad at him for one week after that

MY MAN IS STRESSED, he swears these 9 months took 10 years off his life at the least

You and König were in a bit of a.. disagreement to say the least. It was a couple of months after you gave birth to two healthy baby girls, and you were starting to feel a little.. self-concious. The weight you'd gained after you carried two people inside of you for nine months, was quite the difference to how your body looked before that. And you still didn't know how to feel about it.

Well, one thing you knew was how your husband felt, though. During your pregnancy you could count on your fingers the time you've been intimate with each other, not even going all the way, ever. At first you thought it was because of how stressed the both of you had been- that there was no time for that. But then you'd been woken up countless times in the middle of the night, hearing König's sighs and moans coming from the bathroom, and you'd close your eyes shut each time, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. Of course he didn't like you like this.

So that's why you were looking at gym classes on your laptop when König came in the room, and he frowned when you told him what you were looking at. He started pouting, trying to talk you out of it saying the time you're going to spend at the gym is gonna steal precious time from him and your daughters. That's how you got here, now both of you standing as you argued.

"The girls are only eight months old! I don't understand why you need to do this."

"Because I want to, König! I don't like how I look anymore- I don't feel like myself-" your voice broke as you spoke and it was as if a switch flipped inside Konig's mind as he walked to you, towering above you and you shifted in your feet, suddenly nervous. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the office, walking with big strides to the bathroom, where he placed you in front of him, both of you looking at your reflections in the mirror.

You knew where he was going with this and you scoffed, turning to leave but his arms on your shoulders kept you in place. "I don't know what brought this on, liebling, and I will support whatever you decide to do. But.. I need you to know that I love you, and you should love yourself too. You just gave birth not long ago, it is natural-" he got cut off as you wiggled yourself out of his grasp, hand coming up to rub at your arm nervously "Don't lie to me, König. Not now."

You made the mistake to look up at him, seeing his eyebrows pulled together, a look of distress painting his face "What? I'm not- I would never-"

"Just, stop. I know you've been... taking care of yourself this past year," you trail off, not knowing how to go about with this, and seeing his look of recognition, his ears turning pink gave you the proof you needed "..and I don't blame you! I understand, just don't stand there and lie to me just to make me feel better."

You watched as he stumbled backward, blinking rapidly as he processed your words.

"My love.. what do you expect me to do with you walking around the house with just my shirts and no pants on, for the entire 9 months you were pregnant?" you didn't know how to answer that, so you just stared at him dumbly and he smiled shyly, "I didn't want to bother you with that, liebling.. Besides, what do you think I was thinking about each time I.. touched myself? It was always you. You and how absolutely delicious you'd look everyday, my pretty angel." you got so lost in his words that you didn't notice that he'd walked up to you, backing you up against the counter and you gasped, "But... don't you miss... how I was before?"

He seemed to ponder at your question for a moment, tilting his head cutely to the side and then bent down to grab you by the back of your thighs to place you on the counter, brushing his lips against yours. "Nope," he grinned "Why would I think about how you were before.. when this is how you look right now?" he hissed, hands roaming your sides, rubbing, savoring.

He squeezed the soft skin of your plush belly slightly and he let out a low moan, hips grinding up against your body "So fucking sexy... and all mine. My perfect wife." you whimpered, placing your legs around his waist, "If you don't take me to bed right now, I'll lose all the weight I've gained and mor-" you gasped at the speed in which he pressed you flush against his body, walking towards your shared bedroom while he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck, and he growled in warning "Don't you dare."

.

.

"I mean, unless that's what you want to do-"

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes ma'am!" :D

♡ John price ♡

let me just start of by saying no matter how much price loves having you pregnant, he also loves getting you pregnant (i'm sorry i had to)

like you can't tell me that this man doesn't have the biggest breeding kink to ever exist, and when you finally told him you want to start a family with him- he had to sit down,

kept staring at you with that wide eyed puppy look of his, and that was the first time ever that you heard price stutter in your entire life "A-are you sure? That's a big step.. No! No, no no, I do want to, it's just-"

how was he supposed to tell you that while you were talking about how you'd have to renovate the guest room and turn it into a baby room, the color of the walls, he could only think of bending you over right then and there and filling you up till you were crying for more. DAMN ANYWAY I GOT SIDETRACKED OK

but yes ok let's just say that the baby making part is done so i could continue with the actual request- thank you brain

"Fuck," you bit your lip harshly, hand coming up to rest on your forehead as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was quite a sad sight actually, your old jeans reaching just under the middle of your thigh and you suddenly felt a huge lump on your throat. How could you let this happen? "Fuck."

In truth, you weren't that bummed about gaining weight, you got pregnant, you had a human being inside of you for nine months, and now that devil is out of you- you're still sporting those extra pounds. It was all natural and you knew it. But fuck, did it made you feel like utter shit. The fact that you gave birth, and you still had this reminder of the near hell you've been through, all the stretch marks that were formed on your skin for life, but now the weight too? You wanted your old body back.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you tugged the clothing off your legs harshly, almost bursting in tears when you couldn't get them off your legs the first time seeing as you were tugging them off like a mad woman. You heaved as you finally got them off, throwing them next to the rest of the pile on the floor, pausing before you got to grab the next pair once you heard the bedroom door open as a satisfied chuckle filled the room.

"She's out. Ava's Out cold, love. I bet this time she ain't gonna wake up once, I tell you!" John's voice was high pitched and giddy, and you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt, momentarily forgetting your earlier thoughts as you turned to face him, rolling your eyes as you saw him lean on the door behind him, arms crossed, eyes crinkling and mouth grinning.

He eyed you up and down, in all your 4-day shirt and granny underwear glory "What's this then? If I knew you missed me that much, hon', I'd insinuated this way earlier but-" his words trailed off as he noticed the pile of clothes on the floor and he frowned, pushing himself in an upright position as he walked to you, holding his hand out in question "You doin' laundry? Why didn't you let me know, I would have-"

"I'm not doing laundry, baby, I'm throwing these out." his hands snaked around your waist once he stood in front of you and his eyebrows rose, head tilting to study the pile on the floor once more, "You're jokin'. Whatever the fuck for?" you laughed at that leaning in to give his bearded cheek a kiss as he hummed, ultimately giving you time to think of an excuse, "They just don't look good anymore.." You didn't look good anymore-

John scoffed, untangling himself from your embrace to pick up a pair of pants from the floor, "Now that's a load of shit, love," he stretched out the material as if analyzing it, nodding to himself once the image of you in them entered his mind "Cause I know for a fact that your bum looks great in 'em" he maneuvered around you to lay a slap on your ass and you yelped, giggling into his mouth as he pressed you up against him- the clothing thrown back down long ago- "What's this really about, hm?"

You sighed, leaning your head on his chest as he engulfed you in his arms, "I'm not how I was... before Ava." you felt his hum rumble deep from his chest, and it did sound understanding but most of all it sounded... appreciative. "Go on.." his hands slid down your back to your curves, to then rest on your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms, pushing you against him as he laid kisses on your temple, his beard grazing your skin.

"A-and well..." your train of thought lost as you felt his bulge press up against your lower belly through his pants, and you swallowed harshly. "And my pants don't fucking fit 'nd I'm just gonna throw them out-" once again, you felt his chuckle before you heard it, and you raised your head to look at him, brows furrowing, a pout forming on your lips. "Ts alright love, you'll get new pairs, we'll go shoppin' tomorrow if you want-" you clicked your tongue, pushing yourself away from him slightly as you sighed, annoyed.

Annoyed at yourself for even feeling this type of way, annoyed that you couldn't explain your feelings to him without embarassing yourself, annoyed that he thought you cared for some fucking pants.

"I don't care about that-" the way you hissed out the words was ice cold and you immediately felt bad as his eyebrows shot up, his hands squeezing your sides, not letting you go just yet. You rolled your tongue over your teeth as you avoided his gaze, seemingly finding interest in a loose thread handing from the side of his shirt, hand coming up to tug it loose but he grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles. "Hey.. darlin', look at me."

Suddenly all previous feelings came rushing down as you looked up at him, eyes glossy and chin already wobbling and he tutted, cooing down at you as he let your hand go to grasp both of your cheeks in his palms, thumbs caressing your skin as you sniffled, your own hands snaking around his back tightly.

"Now, if I'm mistaken at any point, you can stop me an' tell me to go to hell, but don't yell too loud so we don't wake up the lil' one, yeah?" john rasped out, smiling softly, as you cracked a smile at his attempt to lighten up the mood, "Right.. well how do I say this.. I'm fuckin' pissed love." your mouth parted as you gaped at him, brows furrowing even more as you stared at his pretty eyes, "That's all my work you're hatin' on!!" he grumbled, placing a kiss on your nose and you stared at him, baffled. Huh?

"This is... about your body.." he waited for your soft nod before continuing "..not looking the same, right?" you nodded again and he scoffed, "How. dare. you." he softly patted your cheeks with his palms on either side of your face at each word, his eyes stern as he looked down at you and you couldn't help but giggle again, "John!-"

"No, no. How could you, ay? 've been feeding you for months and now you're sayin' you don't like your body anymore?" he clicked his tongue, hands sliding down to hold both your arms shaking your body back and forth lightly , "This body h's given birth to Ava, to our daughter, can you believe that? You, you did that. And now you wanna hate on it? Give yourself a break love, please." his words were so genuine, you could see it in his face, how his brows were furrowed, eyes showing how hurt he was by the whole ordeal and your heart clenched.

"Not to mention, I really was feedin' ya like everyday was the last day you were ever allowed to eat, wasn't I?" you barked out a laugh at that, and he joined you, letting his forehead fall on your own, "You really were.." he chuckled deeply, squeezing you harder in his arms that it was almost impossible to breathe. "You have to know that I don't care about any of that, right?" you smiled and leaned in to kiss him,

"Now I do.." he almost missed you mutter those words as they were said into his lips but he didn't. He heard them. And the gasp he let out was way too dramatic, and you laughed it off, "Don't tell me-! You- you thought- you thought I didn't find you attractive?" he boomed and you had to shush him, barely able to contain your laughter as you told him to shut up hurriedly.

Next thing you realize, you're upside down, thrown over his shoulder as he slaps your ass, setting you down on the bed not a second later and you gasp, as he crawls on top of you, eyes dark and primal. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

"You asked for this, love. 'S Time I reminded m'wife how much I love her and her beautiful body, hm?"

2023 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.

this isn't even what anon asked for but I got way into this and I couldn't stop

[konigsblog]

virginity loss

alejandro x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 6)

warnings: soft, slow sex and gentle love making. teasing and virginity loss. dom!alejandro x virgin!f!reader.

telling alejandro you were a virgin for the first time felt almost humilating. you expected to be judged, mocked or laughed at for explaining that you'd never been fucked before, or ever made love. but, he shocked you — by smiling and holding your hand tightly, giving a few squeezes and whispering lowly in your ear.

“está bien, paloma. lo tomaré despacio.” (that's alright, dove. i'll take it slow.) he muttered quietly in your ear, taking you to the bedroom in bridal style while peppering your faces with soft kisses.

and, although, he teased you, he didn't make you uncomfortable. asking you if you liked what he was doing, and making small jokes to brighten your mood. his face buried in your neck, your sweet essence familiar to alejandro. soft hair between his fingers as he nestled them into your hair, slow and sloppy thrusts making you moan and arch your back.

your walls tightened around him, soft sounds of pleasure making your eyes glossy and causing you to bite your lip through desperation. two fingertips rubbed at your sensitive clit in circles, small and soothing circles making you gasp, his hand replacing yours as he praised you for taking him so well.

“aren't you doing so well, princess?” alejandro asked, kissing your temple as he fucked his lengthy dick further into your pussy. sloppy and full. he didn't ram or rut, instead, grinding his way inside, his leaking tip nudging against your cervix.

alejandro took it slow. sensual words making you closer to your orgasm, and those loud moans encouraging him to continue. you came around him, thick veiny cock covered in sweet cum, and your bodies glistening with sweat. spurting ropes of his load all over your stomach, forehead to forehead.

[quimichi]

I Read Your Twisted Wonderland 'When You Wake Him Up With Nonsense" and Wanted To Ask If We Can Get One With The Staff(With Staff!Reader) and RSA(With RSA!Reader)? 🥺

Feel Free To Ignore😭

Love You❤️ And Have a Great Day!

"=⌕ YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH NONSENSE / pt. 2

⌕ pt. 1 here

warnings: bad writing, as usual, some characters may seem ooc, I apologize, pet names, some might dislike those

summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night with some nonsense

characters: RSA, NRC Staff and Rollo x GN!Reader

word count: 1,995

a/n: some are shorter or longer, it's just that I find some characters hard to write or I write them like I view them :) I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A VEEEERY NICE DAY TOO!

Chenya

The sound of your voice draws his attention to you. His breath hitches as he tries to stay asleep. He does not respond, instead he remains still as a statue. It is as if he wants to hear every word you have to say. And he wants to keep sleeping.

"Chenya, Chenya, Chenya, Chenya...Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker." Your voice cuts through the quiet. Your words pull him out of a dream.

He opens his eyes, and he looks straight at you and whines. "Why you gotta pull my full naaaaame...jus' wanna sleeeep..." "Yesterday I saw a motorcycle on the sun kissing the curtains in a cow." He blinks, utterly baffled by your words. His brow furrows and he is at a complete loss with how to respond. Finally, he settles on a simple and tired, "Wha-?" "What I said." You are utterly illogical. It makes it nearly impossible for him to comprehend you.

Your mind is fascinating, weird. You're fucking dumb sometimes.

His lips twitch upwards. That's why he loves you.

"You make no sense, ya know." He signs hard, rubbing his eyes. "And ya woke me up for that bullshit...you gotta pay me back, you better."

Neige

The sound of your voice is so familiar, and the words hit him like a wave of cool air while he's asleep. His body shifts as he starts to respond in the depths of his sleep.

"Wha-" He starts to say, his words faltering on the cusp of waking. "Cutie are you...is everything okay?" he asks groggily, a bit of sleep still clinging to him. If he could blush in his slumber, he would have been scarlet in shame for how his words slurred and garbled on his tongue. He slowly sits up, looking more worried than ever.

"I just saw a chicken picking up McDonald's at the gas station for detention." The words catch him off-guard once more, and he stares at you with a small confused smile on his face. He tries to process what you've said, but finds it impossible without more explanation.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he tilts his head to the side, looking way to adorable for his own good. His confusion soon gives way to a brief chuckle, and he smiles widely and nods, still processing your words.

"That's such a nice story!...You should tell me the ending tomorrow though..." and with that he pulls you back against him and pets your head gently before both of you fall back asleep. He's still confused tho...

Rollo

He begins to stir, slowly waking to consciousness. His eyes dart around the room, his vision blurred and unfocused as he sits up. "Mmm, yes?" Rollo could never be mad if you woken him up for a reason, a good reason.

"I forgot to tell you that the telephone told me about the flying elephant with rainbow eyes and silver shoes." Rollo raises one eyebrow at first, thinking you're playing a trick on him. The joke is too outlandish to be real. Even this is to stupid for you.

But seeing that you're serious, he has no idea what to say. He is speechless. Oh...so you are that dumb huh? At this point the lord can't save him anymore.

"Is...that so?" he finally asks. "Yes!" Rollo stares at you incredulously as you continue. Every detail you describe is nonsensical and unrealistic. But his gaze remains firmly fixed on yours, and his thoughts are blank.

He struggles to understand why you woke him up. Is this a game? He is utterly puzzled. And his annoyance is starting to seep in. But the look in your eyes is magnetic, and it is difficult for him to hold his frustration. He sighs, "You...you are truly one of a kind, are you aware of that?" But Rollo can't help but smile at you, you just had to turn his life upside down, huh?

Crowley

He stirs slightly, his eyes blinking slowly open. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes you are next to him and closes it again. His expression is soft and delicate, like your presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, and all he can focus on is you. You'd be surprised, moments of his adoration aren't that rare.

"What is it?" he asks with a slight yawn, his voice still soft and sleepy. "So like, I cooked us a clock with sprinkles of snow and the clock then when away with the pan because of their date at the baseball doctor." In spite of his tired mood, he bursts into laughter. A hearty, full-bellied laugh that only he would be so amused by such ridiculous, nonsensical statements.

"Ah, my love. It seems you have discovered the wonders of a dream," the headmaster chuckles, running his fingers curiously through your hair. For a moment he ponders about what other kinds of nonsense you would utter, if this is what your brain conjures just during your sleep.

He chuckles again in amusement. "Do go on," he encourages you, still looking through you with a light in his eyes. "Did the clock turn into a frog? Did the frog wear green boots and sing rock songs in kitchen utensils?" He's amused, but he also wants to know.

Crewel

As you call to him, you can see his eyelids twitch underneath. Your voice seems to permeate his dreams. There is no immediate answer as his eyes flutter in a way that seems to indicate that he's trying to force himself awake but still struggles to do so. He turns onto his back, his head tilting towards the sound of your voice. After a moment, he finally manages to open his eyes with a low groan. His hand reaches for his forehead and rubs it, as though he's suffered from a particularly intense headache. But once he sees you, he stops, his eyes brightening at the sight of your face.

All the weariness seems to leave him in an instance, yet not entirely. He manages a smile for you. "Puppy?..." "I just ate a singing pizza who told me the story of the bees and the snakes who danced underwater." "Ah..." Divus manages a confused hum. It takes him a moment as he seems to try and work it out in his head.

"They danced in...underwater?" He asks, voice soft. "Underwater...is a body of water...but...how does one..." he looks away from you as he attempts to picture the scenario. After a moment, he shakes his head, chuckling softly into his palm. "No matter. That is quite a tale, indeed my pup."

Divus draws you close and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and hugging you tightly. His breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tensing underneath.  "Sleep..." he mumbles softly, his voice seeming to get thicker as a low growl rumbles from his chest.

"Or does my pup want to keep being disobedient?"

Trein

(Solid grandpa issues ya'll have here)

It is almost as you say his name that his eyes blink quickly. They become wide and concerned. "Dearest?" he whispers with a hint of urgency in his voice. Though his expression turns gentle as he notices you aren't hurt or sick. His shoulders relax. "Yuu, have you not been feeling well?" Mozus asks, his voice a soothing melody. After a moment, he sits up. The bed creaks with the weight of his shifting body. Even Lucius wakes up from his slumber to tip tap his way over to your shared bed.

"Did you perhaps catch a cold? I could fetch some medicine if you would like." He doesn't want to see you in pain, not even for a moment. Oh, how caring he can be sometimes..."My hair turned purple because I washed it with dirt in the afternoon 13 years ago on a full red moon at midnight."

Silence hangs in the air as you speak. Mozus's expression remains concerned; worried. And then it turns into a frown. "Ah... You must've hit your head. Or else you wouldn't speak of such nonsense" he says. Though he tries to conceal it, a flicker of irritation flashes across his eyes. Your sudden statements seem to have sparked his annoyance.

"Or are you perhaps playing a childish prank on me at unholy hours?" he asks sharply, tone becoming stern. "If there is nothing else you require, I believe you've wasted enough of your time together." He tries to keep his voice neutral, but is obviously still slightly peeved at your game. "I-Im sorry..." His anger melts at your apology. His face melts back to a soft expression as he pulls you into his arms. His voice returns to its soothing tone as he presses his lips to yours.

When he pulls away, only seconds later, there's a content smile on to his lips. "Do not apologize," he says softly, voice quiet. Yet you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You feel almost as light as a feather once again. "I'm happy you're in best condition."

Vargas

Ashton jolts awake as he hears your voice, immediately rising into a defensive stance as he looks at you. Protectively he stands before the bed frantically looking around for potential danger with both his fists up, ready to punch whatever lurks in your shared bedroom.

"It's okay! Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?!" he asks anxiously but wild as he still holds his position. "Wha--no?!" He reacted so fast you couldn't keep up. "Oh...!" Asthon blinks a few times as he seems to calm himself. He lowers his fists, though now he seems completely at a loss for words. He stares at you blankly.

"That is good," he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "very good, yes " he offers a small smile, though you can sense him struggling to gather himself. "...so I woke up because the curtains were running away from a wild toaster." Ashton blinks a few times, processing this information. He seems to ponder it for a moment and then... bursts out into laughter.

It's a loud sound, like a true suburban father laugh. It's a sound of complete delight. Though, it doesn't take him too much effort to bring himself back. "Ah... yes," he says, "Wild toasters. They are very problematic." He lets himself sink into bed again, and like before, you're to slow to react. Because the moment his head hits the pillow, he's gone. Snoring the night away...

Sam

"Hm?" The mighty lord stirs in his sleep. He pulls the sheets tighter around him, his body twitching in his sleep. The sound of his name being uttered by you seems to have broken through his slumber. "Wake uuuup~!" "Hm?" Sam finally looks up at you, his eyes barely open. They seem to focus on you, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room before he finally smiles. "Impy...?" He speaks in the softest of whispers, his voice almost hoarse as though it had been a while. "Did my friends wakw you...or...was it my snoring?"

"My shampoo ran out cause the towel used it for their skincare routine." "Ah..." He sits up, his expression still weary from sleep. Before you can even tell him to stop, he's already risen from the bed. He's practically half-asleep as he waddles towards the shop and comes back with a bottle of shampoo in hand.

He doesn't question you or the strange request at all. "There you go," he holds up a bottle of shampoo. "Only the best for my little imp, and since its you...its on the house" he says, although he looks like he's in a trance he does smirk at you.

"Thank...you?" You question as you take the bottle from his hands. Before you know it he drops face first into bed, "But...if ya need anythin' else...get it yourself...alright?" he mumbles into the pillow.

[navvyu]

Dumbass request but could I request the following for a reader who (accidentally) pushes the limits working out and absolutely collapses afterwards. No self-preservation just going at it like a hamster wheel.

Leona - Platonic

Vargas - Teacher Platonic

Rook - Romantic (I feel like reader would literally collapse in his arms.)

AN: Merci pour votre demande! I think this request is actually very creative ^• •^

Reader who (accidentally) pushes their limits to the point of collapse

*not beta read

Includes: Leona (platonic), Vargas (platonic), Rook (romantic)

Leona Kingscholor

Leona would probably be watching you as you tend to the botanical garden when you collapsed

he would immediately get up and check your pulse

after he would carry you to the infirmary grabbing some snacks on the way for you to eat when you get up

after you wake up he's complaining (lovingly) about how taking care of yourself is very important

he would make it a habit to check on you after this to make sure you never do this again

"Herbivore don't ever scare me like that again."

Ashen Vargas

Vargas would see that you seemed weaker during class, he would prepare to catch you in the case that you fell (you can't tell me that some kids end up falling from their broom)

in you get through class then collapse, he'll take you to the infirmary

if you collapse during class he'll pick you up, asks somebody to watch the class or just cancel it entirely

while he waits for you to wake up he'll get some food and water

once you wake up he'll ask about the reason why you passed out

he'll give you the food while lecturing you about how important it is to take care of yourself

he'll ask the other teachers to give you a bit less work but no so much it becomes to noticeable

checks on you every lunch period to make sure your taking care of yourself

"It's mandatory that you take care of yourself! What would I do if you ended up hurt?"

Rook Hunt

Rook would notice how you seemed tired

In the case that he didn't immediately shut your operation down, he would quickly catch you if he was close enough

Rook would definitely freak out a little

bringing you to the infirmary immediately

would ask somebody to get you something high in protein, he doesn't want you to be alone when you wake up!

once you woke up Rook would pepper kisses all over your face (with consent ofc)

would constantly check in on you after, making sure it will never happen again

if you refuse to rest, he wont force you to wind down but would either try to get you to sit down or rest for at least 10 minutes

"My dear, though I admire your strive to work, you need rest just as everyone else."

[arent-i-the-fairest]

𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

introducing your new boyfriend to the staff and praying that they’re alright with the relationship.

dire crowley

so distressed— a boyfriend?? since when??? of course it’s a “no” from him! because! because… uh…

“why, do i approve? is that even a question?” he chuckles. “of course i don’t!!”

“wha— why?!” you asked.

“because!” crowley huffed, holding a finger up. you could see the gears in his head slowing down. “a… ah.. because— why should i?”

“glad you asked, i’ve got a whole list of reasons! for one, he’s—” conveniently, crowley pulled out his phone and gasped.

“oh! oh! oh, no! i would love to continue this discussion, but i’ve just received this text.” he sniffled. “i have… uh, highly-important headmaster business i must tend to— that i am not lying about! now run along, children!”

every time you tried to protest, crowley went even harder on this “important work” story.

“no use in trying to fight him anymore; he’s too stubborn.” you sighed. “off to the next staff member.”

divus crewel

he already knew about your boyfriend, he was just waiting for you to formally introduce him. crewel carries the title of “most overprotective staff member” really well, always sticking his nose in your business. but anyways, does crewel approve of him?

you tensed, seeing crewel’s glare. he’s totally about to say no right now.

“please don’t judge him too harshly, professor; he’s a good guy!”

crewel shook his head. “even if i tone down my harshness, i’m afraid it’s still a no from me.” you sighed, hanging your head low— two objections in a row. can’t say you didn’t expect it, but still, ouch. your boyfriend rubbed your back, soothing you.

crewel looked at the pitiful sight in front of him— his focus mostly on you. with a sigh, he stopped you two from leaving the room.

“hold it.” he took a moment to look at the nervous boy beside you once again, and rolled his eyes. “while you, sir, could do with a better haircut, better posture, more confidence, and a lot more—”

“wait, professor? you’re saying yes?!” you beamed.

the professor clicked his tongue. “no, i was going to say i’ll think about it. now go on and leave, you’ll waste all your break time in here!”

mozus trein

analyzes him head to toe. your poor boyfriend is so nervous, sweating his ass off under trein’s gaze. and you were over there dying too because you thought trein was gonna grill him— but it took a great turn! you got your first “yes”!

“you’re taste in partners is strange, prefect.” trein stated.

you gulped, thinking he was gonna pick your boyfriend apart the same way crewel had— and he kinda did. “i’d prefer it more if you chose someone a little smarter. more dignified. and isn’t he the young man who started that big fight last week?”

you sighed. “i won’t waste anymore time— you don’t approve, right?”

“hm? no, no. i do.” you and your partner both let out a “what?”, sharing a glance at each other.

trein turned to the boy next to you. “so long as you do not hurt them, i will not try and separate you.” you squealed, going up to your teacher and giving him a hug.

“thank you, mr. trein!! thank you thank you!”

“of course.” trein chuckled, and watched as you two ran off to the next teacher. he found himself smiling. “young love.”

ashton vargas

he does not care lol

you love the guy? he loves you? then this relationship has the coaches approval. if he turns out to be a bad guy, vargas will take care of things :’x

you and your boyfriend shared a worried glance, waiting for vargas's answer. “sure i approve! why wouldn’t i?”

that was quick! “wow— really? cause everyone else so far has put up some kind of fight, and i dunno, with you i just thought it’d be the same and—”

vargas slapped a hand on your shoulder, laughing. “you kids are such overthinkers! no need for it, now go run those laps i assigned!”

sam

he does not care p2

but before he blindly says yes, he does have some questions! just a few, that’s all! is your boyfriend ever aggressive towards you? or judgemental? cold? selfish? toxic in other ways? if you answer no to all of those, congrats, sam gives him a green light~!

with a relieved exhale, your boyfriend thanked sam before leaving to the shop to give you and him some alone time.

“so, have ya’ shown him off to any of the other staff members?” sam asked. you nodded.

“all the others.”

sam gasped and feigned hurt. “so i was last in line?” he frowned, clutching his heart before bursting out in chuckles. “kiddin’, kiddin’. but did they give him a thumbs up or down?”

“crowley said no, crewel was about to say no, but decided that he was gonna think about it— and trein and vargas said yes.”

sam snickered, shaking his head. “yeah, all that sounds about right. was sure crewel would give him a hard no though, what made him not? pull up a seat and tell me what went down!”

[rose-the-witch1]

Texting the wrong number, Staff edition!

Note: I don't feel comfortable writing romantic Trein, so he was excluded

[icosaur]

Smooth Operator

Alejandro x FemReader one-shot

⚠️ smut, angst, hurt, MCD, su!cide mentioned, a bit of fluff wont harm, no y/n mentioning

15k+ words

i was sad so i wrote sad🧍‍♀️

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High palm trees being the slaves of the chilly evening wind, were swaying obediently, casting shades on the ochra sand that would never cool down due to the ruthless sun heating it up all day long. Prolongated ruffled leaves mimicked the shape of a bird's soft feather, therefore creating an illusion of a flock of tropical parrots taking captive of the trees. In a line, the tired palm trees were decorating the beach lengthwise of the deep-blue sea line. The sun, still blazing over the horizon being close to skulking behind it, illuminated the coast in burnt-orange tints, giving that warm feeling of relaxation and easiness. Tropical sunshine more often than not was hotter than hot.

Along with the last foxy sunrays for the day, the torches, containing the fire on top of the end facing the sky were elucidating a similar fervent glow. Put there previously as a decoration of the outside of the beach bar, the torches had to be checked from time to time as they had a habit of fading out. The disobedient blades of fire, not wishing to comply to commands, strove to escape the metallic chamber, resulting in light flickers playing on the wooden floor hastily.

The same dark wooden floor held its own history. Constant dancing and performances explained the scratches and chafed marks of age and wear dwelling the middle of the floor. The attrition from repetitive friction, that the owner of the saloon was tired of fixing, had the fate of paving the floor forever.

The barmen, shaking up yet another cocktail, would every so often take a look at the performer with the flambeaus on fire as a juggling entertainment. One of the weekly amusement programs, as well as dancers performing west coast swing dances to rhythmic music produced by the ensemble of musicians. Those dances would turn to competitions between tipsy customers in the twinkling of an eye, leading the evening to an even more entertaining outcome. The winner of an improvised dance contest would every so often bear a free drink away.

Letting themselves relax, people could spend nights in bars like these or simply stay overnight on the towels occupying the beach, listening to the calm sea lave the flat shore.

Exhausted of big city life, people had no other utopia to flee to, so capturing beaches was the easiest way for a getaway from encumbering city and gathering the mind and peace.

Short tops and low rise jeans that created the perfect muffin top framing, t-shirts with minimal adornment were the favorites of stylists in the times. Others stuck to baggy clothes or shirts with tropical prints. The only thing that everyone would wear religiously - is beach themed jewelry. Think of shell necklaces or chunky, ethnic styled jewelry.

Cabo San Lucas, a resort city on the southern tip of Mexico’s Baja California peninsula, is known for its beaches and nightlife.

Playa del Amor, or Lovers Beach, is one of Cabo’s main beaches, with outdoor restaurants and numerous bars. One of the bars, named "Laguna De Perlas" holding the previously mentioned entertainments, as well as daily singing performances, was located right at the beach.

The performance of the night that was about to begin, awaiting the star of the show.

"We are waiting for you," a voice came from behind you, as a head of one of the ensemble musicians peeked inside the backstage room after a subtle knock.

"I will be there in a minute," you gifted a weak smile in reply, watching the man nod through the mirror.

The door to your room closed once again, and the man eyeing your name on the metallic plate, rushed back to the stage to announce yet another song of the night. Listeners would get tired of listening to repetitive melodies, therefore a singing program was appended.

"Ladies and gentlemen," grinning, the host of the evening musical play heralded the appearance of the awaited center of the night, "please welcome, the fabulous," he slowly broke into a wide smile, murmuring the name into the mic, "miss Honey."

The ridiculous nickname you were given always made you snicker to yourself. The boys tend to joke about your singing voice; songs pouring like honey - sweetly and softly. Most of the times viscously, especially if the song was too intimate. Prolongating the words and notes on purpose would force the audience to pay close attention to the person in the middle of the stage with a microphone stand in front, and whistle in approval of the diligence you've put in each of your performances.

Flowy, milky colored curtains fluttered to the sides, revealing your figure sitting on a piano. The audience rumbled in a round of applause just to disappear into the silence of late summer evening to hear the singing.

The song for the evening was always chosen beforehand. The choice fell on a song by legendary Sade, under the name "Smooth Operator" - one of the songs that would get you the most feedback from the listeners in the form of cheerful applause and different positive responses being yelled out. As well as flowers flying in the air just to end up under your feet. Glorious bouquets containing every possible flower would await you backstage on numerous occasions. Charming men turned out to be easier than expected. Simply flutter your eyelashes as you chant a love song and you have them trying to reach you backstage. But not a single man you've met this way would be worth of the time spent on them.

Sooner or later the rest of the ensemble would join to recreate the tune of the such beloved by many song.

"𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘫𝘰𝘺

𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴"

Immediately mesmerizing the audience with the just the beginning of the song, you shifted on the top part of the piano a little bit, your fingers wrapped around the mic tightly. Casting a tired look through your eyelashes at people sitting at the tables with their drinks, your hand slid from your exposed through the slit of the silky white dress thigh up your torso. Your fingers brushed against your collarbones and traveled up to your neck and face, to run them through the hair, creating an intimate atmosphere.

"𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵"

Your back arched slightly as you turned away from the audience and paused for a dramatic effect. The ensemble knew you would do this, as it was a little trick to puzzle people. The drums continued first, letting you know it's time to break silence:

"𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳"

Your went on, exaggerating the 'smooth' part a bit every time it came on;

"𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳"

The last word broke into a higher note as you prolonged it, and once you were done with this part of the song, the mic in your hand appeared on your lap. Your head tipped back, soaking up the tender melody completely. Not raising your head from the previous position, you brought the mic to your mouth, leaning on your palm, to rest on the piano. You crossed your legs in the process, exposing the thigh even more.

"𝘊𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘓𝘈 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦

𝘈𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘦"

Your eyes closed slowly as you let the ensemble do the rest and set the mood for the middle part of the song. A couple of saxes, trumpets and trombones creating a melodic symphony were your favorite part of the song while you gathered the rest of the lyrics in one stack.

The previously mentioned host, named Terrell would sometimes sing too, but this song would be solely your time to shine. Being in the spotlight with all eyes on you felt like the world stopped for a while.

Terrell was a nice guy, supportive of the whole ensemble as it should be. Tall, handsome man knew how to manipulate hearts with a couple of words and a sharp smirk. His ebony skin glowed with a glossy coat, under the bar's lights his eyes accumulated playful sparkles as he watched you perform from his seat. Performing with Terrell would fill you up with more confidence, and the difference in voice ranges was pleasing to hearing.

Some couples couldn't hold back and in swaying motions moved to the dance floor, succumbing to the enchanting rhythm of the music. Seeing this reaction from people forced your lips to melt into a tiny grin.

Your eyes finally scanned the room, noticing multiple pairs of eyes on you as a usual procedure.

"𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴

𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥"

There were more people than usually, however it wasn't surprising. Everyone wants to avoid their problems and become free for at least one night. Some of the people you knew already from previous times, so a little wave from you would uplift the melancholy mood.

"𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴"

At this part of the song, you subconsciously locked eyes with a man you haven't seen before.

"𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥"

Not breaking the tense eye contact with the mysterious man, you continued:

"𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳"

The man seemed to have quite an interest in your persona. And there was something, that no one else had, something that forced you to keep your eyes on him for longer than needed. An unreadable expression in his eyes, studying your appearance with an almost unnoticeable smirk. The dark hair was ruffled, but still in nice loosened curls, as if he didn't have a spare second during the day to run his hand through them to put in place.

His hand tightened around the glass of some alcohol he stopped sipping out of curiosity for the person on the stage once she caught his eye. He noticed how the pearls, hugging her neck around would spark from time to time if she moved her head back to expose the neckline. He couldn't help but notice how the high heel would slip off her foot slightly, but she wouldn't bother and just let it hang, swaying the foot as if she was playing with it on purpose. How come a stranger made him pay attention to such details?

"𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳"

She continued with the last bits of the song, keeping her eyes on him.

"𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳"

Once she pointed her gaze away, she made sure to play with the pearl necklace in a teasing manner.

"𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳"

Was the last thing you sang, extending the words for a grand finale, when you broke the eye contact to finish off the song. At least a second of silence before audience exploded in cheering ovation.

As soon as your eyes opened to catch another glimpse of the mysterious manly figure previously occupying the darker corner, you were greeted with nothing but emptiness. A hint of gloom illumed your face for a quick second, but a tight smile had to be put on back immediately, as Terrell made his way to you, humming the song you just performed with.

"Just like she said - he's a smooth operator," he repeated the lyrics, swaying his hips to the catchy rhythm. He held his hand out for you to grab on and appear on your feet near the man.

"Thank you, Terrell," your hand brushed against his chest, as you walked away from the stage back to your room. The ensemble took care of the situation and filled the silence with the next melody in the program. The song was your last performance for the night, so you could relax with a drink of your choice. Being a loveable singer in the bar gave you privileges: free booze any time your heart desired. So that was the plan for the next couple of hours.

Polite knocking on the door pulled you out of your wandering thoughts.

"Come in," you turned to face the exit on a spinning chair, just to be greeted by one of the bar waiters.

"Sorry, ma'am," he yelled out, the door was opened and pushed to the side with a foot, as the arms of the waiter were occupied with something relatively heavy, as well as his vision blocked, "we just received a delivery and it's on your name."

A basket, full of blood-red roses, trembling in his grasp as it turned out to be heavier than expected for a slim guy, was put near your chair right in front of you. Leaning on his knees, the waiter exhaled tiredly, before nodding quicky and rushing back to the guests.

To say that you were surprised and speechless was an understatement. Of course this wasn't the first time you received a bouquet from a stranger, interested in you, but it was never this huge.

Hesitantly, you freed your hands to reach out and pull onto the edge of the card, corner of which was sticking out from the depth of the bouquet. Your real name written on the card left you dumbfounded, simply staring at the card you tried to wrap your head around who managed to find out your name, as you only used the nickname given by the guys. So was it one of your coworkers?

"Hm, Terrell," you scoffed a whisper out. There were always assumptions related to him, as he was a ladies' man and would flirt with you sometimes as well. Your smirk and confidence disappeared as you turned the card around and saw one letter written on it in a pretty, cursive font.

"A" hand-written in cursive, as far as you could tell it was rushed as well. This detail didn't make it less charming. More like they were nervous to sign it, in fear of messing up. So you were left thinking; was it Terrell, who wanted to stay anonymous and confuse you with a different letter, or was it actually a secret admirer, that somehow discovered your name. The card, between your fingers, was forced to flutter through the air out of frustration.

"Bourbon," the barman heard someone order a drink behind him. A genuine smile bloomed on the bartender's face, once he turned around and saw a familiar face. The customer leaned on the counter with his elbows, while sitting down comfortably.

"So how's life? Haven't seen you for a while," the bartender prepared a thick glass, wiping it with a clean towel before setting in front of the gentleman awaiting his order.

"Nothing's new, Marco," the man watched the barman pour the hazel colored liquid halfway per his request, "same life, same problems," once the bourbon was in the glass, he took a couple of sips, listening the bartender tell about the bar and his own life updates.

"I'm glad to know everything has been fine," the man kept asking for refills.

"You seem to be down, something happened?" the bartender questioned the rather sullen atmosphere clouding above the man the more he drank.

It seemed that the alcohol woke up the real persona, the one he tried to hide so intensively. But once the stabile, usually heated mettle cracked - he couldn't fight the sorrow taking over him. The weak smile was wiped off gradually as his bleak eyes were focused on the countertop.

"No, nothing," the man blinked a couple of times as if he pulled himself out of his thoughts. Despite yearning for company and the will to open his soul to someone, he would never confess his true feelings and worry. Keeping everything inside seemed like the best idea, "also, I wanted to ask-"

"Miss Honey," Terrell's voice thundered through the area, bringing both men's attention to the stage as the ensemble began tuning the melody.

The man watched the singer appear sitting on the top of the piano, slowly bringing the microphone to her lips. Once she raised her head up to face the audience and leaned on the piano, his heart skipped a beat. It was a weird feeling, almost an unknown one. Suddenly, he lost all the interest he had in the bourbon as the figure crossing her legs, sensually exposing some skin, seemed to be way more captivating that whatever he was doing before that. Her soft voice blossomed through the vicinity, pulling everyone's attention to the performace with an undeniable force.

"Who is this?" the man asked the bartender, not looking away from her.

"Who? Honey?" Marco stopped organizing bottles behind the counter and followed the direction the man's eyes were pointed at, "oh, she's our new performer."

"Her name is Honey?" the man scrunched his eyebrows, chuckling at the ridiculously adorable name. The realization that she was hired recently came pretty fast, as he hasn't seen her before.

"No," the barman allowed himself a soft laugh, "it's the nickname or something."

Some inhumane force magnetized the man to the singer in action. He could barely hear what the barman babbled about next, once she locked her eyes on him. But he did catch one single detail. At that moment, it seemed as if he sobered up in a second. Tiny details about her appearance were studied closely by him. The sparkles in her eyes, how her fingers ghosted over the uncovered skin, the looks she gave him, obviously interested in his persona as much as he was in hers.

A thick swallow traveled down his throat as he tore himself away from the show. The man, clearly mystified by something, rushed to place a couple of banknotes on the counter, leaving the bar quickly.

"Sir! You know it's not necessary!" the barman tried to call the man in hury out, however, it was too late. His trail was gone as unexpectedly as it showed up. With a sigh, Marco swept away the money into the cashier's register. The towel, he used to wipe his hands with, appeared hanging from his shoulder, as he leaned on the countertop.

Terrell was performing a song he chose on spot. His low, throaty voice paid tribute to a song under the title "Sway", perfectly setting the heart-to-heart atmosphere for the lovers in the saloon.

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦"

Pulling the people out of their seats, the tuny melody made every person submit to the hypnotizing performance. Terrell every so often would also sway to the rhythm of the song, as it was almost impolite to ignore the will to give yourself away to the sensual melody.

"𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬"

Leaving your room, you sneaked past the ensemble, behind the stage. Terrell did notice you walk lengthwise the wall and wiggled his shoulders, inviting you to dance with him. His offer was politely declined with an eye roll and a chuckle, as everyone knew another girl will be dancing with him a couple of minutes later.

"He'll hold her close, swaying side to side to the tune while whispering something in her ear, which will make her giggle. Then he'll hide their faces behind his fedora as he kisses her as if they've been in love for 20 years," Marco listened to you foresee the situation when his eyes shifted.

"And what will happen next?" you heard a voice from behind you. By turning around, you froze for a quick second, as you saw the same man. The one that undressed you with his eyes was standing so close, you could feel the musky cologne captivate you. The cloud of smoke escaped his mouth as he sat down right next to you, never breaking the eye contact. He signaled for the bartender to refill your glass and pour one for him as well. The thick cigar between his fingers left an unbreakable trail of smoke. A gold signet ring on his pinky sparked under the dim lights.

"Next, he'll sleep with her and will disappear in the morning," you couldn't fight the smirk appearing on your face as your hand wrapped around the glass full of burning whiskey.

"Like that?" the man pointed at an unknown direction with his pinky, his hand occupied with a glass.

Your eyes followed the direction he was pointing at, and there was the scene: Terrell, with his blazer off, accompanied by a girl he tried to cast a glamor over for the night. Their foreheads pressed together, as they sway to calm music.

Cute. Would've been if you didn't know Terrell.

Forcing an annoyed exhale, you turned back, seeing the man's eyes shift from the lovely couple to you as he took a sip.

The top buttons of his silky, black shirt were unbuttoned, exposing yet another piece of jewelry, a thick gold chain down to his chest. Even though it was pretty hazy from smoking, you studied his features briefly. Wide shoulders, the shirt wrapped around the strong muscular arms tightly, his hands calloused, but that detail added even more charm. Your gaze stoped at his biceps, not to go lower and end up being caught checking him out.

The charming stranger took another deep puff, before exhaling the smoke slowly. He held his hand out, after you two introduced your names to each other. Your hand covered his palm, and he welcomed it with a kiss on your knuckles. No one has ever had such an effect on you, as you could swear your heart traveled from the top of your chest to your heels at that exact moment.

"So the bouquet was from you?" once your consciousness was steadied again, you realized that the letter "A" on the card - is the first letter of his name, Alejandro.

"Yes, did you like it?" his fingers still wrapped around your hand, caressing the top part of it with his thumb.

"Yes," a smile slowly emerged upon your face, "but how did you know my name?" you pulled your hand out of his grasp to take another sip of the alcohol, that already had a serious impact on your state.

"Hm," the corner of his lips slightly twitched upward as his eyes squinted, studying your confused face expression, "I know everything, hermosa," his voice hoarsely grazed his throat, "so is the lady spoken for?" he tried to change the topic.

To that you had nothing to say. If he wanted to act all mysterious - then two can play this game.

"Didn't you say you know everything?" your finger played with the grinded rim of the glass, repeating its rounded shape.

"Well that I don't know," he spread his hands defeatedly, before smothering the cigar in the middle of an ashtray, "but I want to know."

You trailed on with a half-shrug in reply, fighting back the smile. Keeping your eyes on the glass in front of you was a little tease, because his eyes kept trying to catch a glimpse of your blased gaze.

"If I said I would like to invite you for a nightly beach walk, what would you say to that?" he just didn't give up. His hand jerked towards you, but he hesitated to actually proceed with touching to bring your attention.

"I don't know if my boss will let me go," you finally returned a look, a sad one. A fake one as well. Puppy eyes and downwards smile for him.

"Oh, it's not a problem," he answered rather confidently, inclining forward.

"Let me guess," you allowed yourself to scoff as you've heard this enough times to be annoyed, "you know the boss? Right, that's what you all say," anything resembling a smirk on your face was gone as soon as he said that. Almost every guy you've met in this bar said this exact thing - and exactly every time it was a lie.

"No, I am the boss."

Your eyes darted up from the countertop to the wall to focus and process what you've heard just now. Even though he was your boss, you've never met him before. Most likely, his manager hired you instead.

Alejandro noticed the quick pause you had, self-satisfied he awaited for your response.

"So my boss will let me go earlier tonight?" you kept half-playing half-flirting.

"Only if you go with me," he drew nearer, lowering his voice to a whisper. His breath stained with alcohol and cigars felt hot on your skin, almost leaving a mark on it. This man was actually something else, not like other men. He had this charm, this something in him that made you go weak in the knees.

"I guess-"

"Miss Honey!" the sudden exclamation shooed the focus you had on Alejandro, making you turn around to the direction it came from, "we beg you on stage for one more time!"

Terrell had decided it was the best goddamn time to interrupt your lovely conversation.

"C'mon, Honey, people want to hear you!" people actually joined Terrell for this one, chanting your name and clapping in rhythm.

"I don't know.." not wishing to deny the offer, as people seemed to want this, you got flustered on spot as leaving Alejandro wasn't in plans either.

"Go," Alejandro spoke softly, nodding a single time. Despite wishing to keep him company, it was your job and your shift hasn't ended, which you all knew excellently.

"Sorry," you whispered to Alejandro, covering his hand, resting on the countertop with yours. He simply watched you rush to the stage between tables, fixing the dress in the process.

"It's "Hopelessly Devoted"," Terrell whispered, passing you the mic, "I will replace you halfway, it was a request."

You nodded in approval, taking the mic. Request is request.

"𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯

𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

The music allured every soul in the saloon to the stage. People just loved slow dancing to a good old love song. Starting in a usual manner, you swayed slightly to the music. With your eyes locked onto the man who's now watching you closely again.

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

The way your hand traveled from your hip to your collarbones again, in a teasing manner, forced Alejandro to clear his throat, as he enjoyed the show you've put on.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

At the same time you were done, the music replaced your singing. Terrell touched your elbow tenderly, letting you know it was his turn to perform, so you could relax and just stand there prettily.

Happy, that you've done your part, you hoped to meet Alejandro's eyes again, but he wasn't sitting anymore, he made his way to the stage instead. Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, he motioned for you to come down the stage. By pushing through people, he stopped right near the scene, holding his hand out for you to accept. Terrell gave you one last smile and a cheeky wink, before getting to his part of the song. With that, his different in the range voice took care of the lyrics, and you accepted the offer, appearing near Alejandro. He led you to the middle of the dance floor and by pulling you in slightly, you bumped into his chest with a silent gasp. His hand appeared on your back, as his other hand enveloped your palm. His chest underneath your hand heaved with calm breaths. Still leading you, he set the rhythm for the slow dance. A sensual one, unrushed, where the only thing you cared about were his eyes and some naughty locks falling on his forehead. You could feel him pressing you closely to him, conquering you wholly in a matter of seconds.

"𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯', "𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮"

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯', "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰

𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥", 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰

𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

As if the lyrics were your consciousness speaking to you. How easily he took over your mind, that was yelling to stop this before it's too late, but the heart was disagreeing. And who do you listen to in a situation like this?

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

The answer - is you listen to neither; you enjoy the moment.

"𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

Terrell finished off the song, letting the instruments do their job to let people enjoy this a bit more.

At this point, your hand was resting on the side of his neck, as your thumb caressed his jaw lovingly, feeling the disobedient stubble. The swaying got a bit reckless as the alcohol in your and his veins did its job as it was supposed to. Despite all that, you two danced the night away.

"I'm not letting you go home alone," Alejandro babbled, as you both escaped the bar's bustle, away from numerous eyes.

The crisp sand coated your bare feet as you walked right near the somewhat lukewarm water, never actually stepping in it. Alejandro held your heels by the counters, letting them dangle of the tips of his fingers. He was following you along the lonely beach as the calm waves hugged the shore, sparkling under the blinding moon.

"Don't rush things, take me out to dinner at least," a chuckle from you followed shortly as you pushed him away, laying your palm upon his chest softly. His hand never stopped holding your arm. Trying to pull it out of his grasp, you picked your pace up, to what he tightened his grip right at your wrist, preventing your hand from slipping out and pulled you closer, back to him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you so close you could feel his breath on your skin.

He had something in him, that pulled you with a force you could not fight back. Maybe because a sharp-edged loneliness has been your day to day experience and a crumb of genuine attention swept you off your feet. But no, it never happened with other men. So by studying the unspoken explanation in his eyes, you watched him curiously, all that just to stay with unanswered questions.

The man was probably too drunk to understand the happening, stumbling to a halt, but so were you and you couldn't care less, until seconds later you were standing ankles deep in the water, your feet sinking under the top layer of softened sand. Noticing his pants were soaking up the salty water as well, you hoped to warn him and lead both you out of the water, but all in vain. Not only his charm pulled you in with a potent force, but also his arms, as you felt him tighten his embrace around you for some reason. Before you could register what happened, he lost the balance and both of you plopped into the shallow watter. You were luckier, as you were on top of him, so your head stayed above the water, unlike his. He dived under the shimmery layer of waves completely, creating a bubbling mess.

"Alejandro!" you could only yell out at the suddenness. The chilly water seemed to sober the man up, once you pulled him out of the water by his shoulders. Making sure he didn't breathe in any water, your fist ended up bumping into his shoulder, "you're an idiot!"

Your performance dress was now fully wet, which you actually needed for the next day. By jumping up on your feet and leaving the man gasping for air - you hurried away from the scene, totally mad.

"Honey, wait!" his palm swiped down his face to remove the water droplets as he found it difficult to get up adequately. Somehow forcing himself up, now seizing the situation he ceased to make out at first, Alejandro rushed to follow your footsteps stamped in the sand, back to the bar, "¡pinche mierda!" he cursed to himself once he remembered the heels he was holding were floating not so far, so he had to return quickly and get them before running after you. The night you will remember forever.

Harmonious bird chirping woke you up early in the morning, before the alarm could do the job. With a deep inhale your spread out on the bed, stretching your arms and back in hopes to release the tension that pent up during the night. Followed by a loud, rather dramatic exhale, you let your body relax fully, with your eyes closed shut. The curtains preventing the sunrays from creeping in and leaving hot kisses on your face, very soon revealed the little balcony you would spend summer evenings on. A little table and a wooden chair on a platform enclosed by a balustrade on the outside of a three-story building with access from glass doors - were your only company during secluded nights. The sage-green translucent curtains were clipped on both sides of the vitreous doors decorated with a mosaic of multi-colored pieces of glass fastened together, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and tints painting your whole room on sunny days. Before appearing on the same balcony, your swiftly inspected the plants in the corner of your room, dusting the saturated green leaves off in the process.

As soon as the doors revealed the outside world, you breathed in, filling your lungs with fresh morning breeze in one go, just to let it all out and lean on the Renaissance styled cast-stone railings with your elbows. By inspecting the little garden kept by a woman that lived on the first floor of the tiny apartment complex under the name "Pink Palace", you saw how her roses finally blossomed with a vivid pink color, matching the house. Only one fact about the rose bush confused you - it seemed as if some of the flowers were ripped off, but that wasn't your thing to worry about.

Your gaze then shifted lower to see that the metal gates to the territory were ajar, meaning they weren't closed last night, which was mandatory by the rules of the landlord. You cursed yourself, remembering what happened at night, when a loud, rapid snore attracted your attention to someone sleeping on the bench right under your balcony near the entrance to the mutual hall.

"Alejandro?!" your palm flew to cover your mouth right on time to prevent yelping his name out. If someone else sees him sleeping in the garth on the bench - they would definitely call the police. At the same time you rushed outside, running through halls and down the rounded marble stairs on your tiptoes.

"Alejandro!" you made sure no one else could see you as you looked around, "Alejandro, wake up!" you whisper screamed, shaking his shoulder convulsively.

"What, what, what?" he repeated absent-mindedly once you had to slap the sleeping man, despite not wanting to.

"What what?!" that's when you noticed the pinky flower petals fall out of his tightened fists, as he leveraged on his hands to appear in half-sitting position on his side, "why are you sleeping in my yard?!"

"Where am I?" brows furrowed once the hangover kicked in, while he tried to recollect the memories of last night by studying the vicinity around him.

"You destroyed the flo- Oh my god, get up!" he obeyed your tries to help him on his feet and simply followed you tugging on the sleeve of his shirt to hide him inside. Hitting the corners on the way with his shoudlers from speeding in a wobbly manner, he cursed each time and each time had to be shushed until you both arrived to your apartment.

To prevent him collapsing on the floor, you pushed the hangover body in your room with the palm of your hand pressed to his back. He dived in the soft blanket and messy bedsheets with a loud groan. Panicking, you flew to the balcony to close the doors and shielded the room with the curtains.

"I thought you went home," you turned to cast a look at the man trying to sit up, rubbing his head, "what did you do to the flowers?". Your back leaned on the closed doors with your hands behind you, holding the curtains together.

"I thought I was home," he answered rather hesitantly, "what flowers?". Once he finally looked up to inspect you standing not so far from him, he noticed your black, satin nightgown. Mid-thigh length mixed with the somnolent morning appearance produced a rather intimate impression and you noticed how his eyes slowly softened, as they slid down from your face to your bare feet. So overwhelmed with the situation, you totally forgot to alter the nocturnal garments or at least put something on your feet. The staring flustered you to a blushing extent, so to change clothes quickly - was the plan.

"Nevermind, we should both leave," your palms pressed the laced hem down to your legs.

"Wait," his hand caught your wrist as you tried to walk past him in the bathroom. By pulling slightly, his lap welcomed your figure, "let's stay here for a bit," he tried to burry his nose in the crook of your neck, which made you giggle at the sensation of his hair tickling your cheek.

"No, we have to go," you purred, trying to dismiss the longing to stay in his embrace for the rest of the day. His hand carefully touched your exposed thigh, while your hand tried to prevent the hem of the gown from rising up. The slight kisses left on your neck, once he finally got to it, moderated the grip of your hand, which you let loose to run up his arm. His hand snaked under the hem, still on your thigh, squeezing it here and there. Although you enjoyed the treatment, to debar further outcomes, you leaned away as soon as his lips reached yours, declining the kiss with a lip bite and a sly smirk.

"You didn't deny the kiss last night," Alejandro furrowed his eyebrows, acting all hurt.

The drunk kiss was almost forgotten, drowning in the other memories.

His hands holding your face in place, as his lips devoured yours, tasting the familiar alcohol on your tongue. You could feel him sway slightly, from side to side, but he kept his composure despite the struggling. The kiss was surprisingly sensual, with all the emotions embroidered into it. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

"You have to go now," you tore yourself away from him, knowing this might lead to a different result. Muttering something under his breath, he just couldn't leave your sweet lips. If he could make out the whole night, oh he would. But you had different plans, knowing you might get caught. The last kisses he could plant on your cheek were sloppy enough to make loud wet noises. Choking on a laugh, you put a hand between your mouths, so he finally comes to his senses.

"Mi corazón, you're driving me crazy," he groaned huskily as the smile grew on his face.

"No, it's the whiskey. Now go home," his comment did have an effect on you; you could lie to him, but not to yourself.

"I'll wait until you're home," he protested, folding both arms on his chest, "I'm a gentleman, no?" a quick shrug.

The gentleman in question couldn't keep his eyes open, so whenever he forced the eyelids up, the resemblance between him and an owl was quite high. Your palm prevented any of the laughs from escaping every time he'd grab onto something to stay on his feet. The only thing that worried you is how he's going to get back home, but he was quick to reassure you every time, relying on some close friend of his, that would turn inside out just to help him.

To keep you warm, your shoulders carried the velour blazer of his, found in the bar after you two ended up in the water.

Right, the sea incident. Suddenly remembering it happening, it crossed out all the other cute, smile-worthy moments.

"I ended up in the water yesterday, because of you," your finger poked his chest, with a hint of annoyance in your voice. He visibly squinted, before his eyes widened as his memory did its job.

"I'm so sorry, princesa, let me redeem myself," your hands were covered with kisses.

"You'll have a chance," your finger poked the tip of his nose, before you stood up, "as for now, we should go," you pouted at his saddened face expression slightly. His hand never let go of your arm, until you forced it out of his grip as your fingers ghosted over his palm.

"Who is this handsome man?"

The sweet escape was almost there, all you had to do, was sneak past the woman digging in the dirt. You knew exactly who it was, so trying to come up with an excuse, you turned on your heels to face your old neighbor, the owner of the rose garden.

"A plumber," you writhed a crooked smile at her, an eyebrow up. A couple seconds of silence, as Alejandro's gaze darted between you and the lady.

"I don't see no van parked?"

The lady should have stayed busy with her garden, instead of shoving her nose into someone else's business so early in the morning.

"I.. walked here," Alejandro's hands rested on his hips, as he took his chance to lie.

"And with no tools?" she inspected both of you, fixing the hairband keeping her hair together.

"I have my father's tools," you stepped in, pushing Alejandro closer to the exit, "sorry, ma'am, I'm in a hurry," with a fake chuckle and a tap on the imaginary watch, you almost left the lady alone with her flowers.

"Also, did you hear anything this night, dear?" the lady didn't seem like letting you two go unless everything that could be spoken about - was spoken about.

"No, why?" somewhat of a realistic reaction, because you actually slept like a baby, knocked out by a dose of strong liquor.

"Someone messed up my roses, look!" she pointed in the familiar direction with the gardening tool in her grasp. Some of the roses were ripped off and you could see footsteps in the soil right under the bushes, "I should set a trap or something," she laughed at her own joke. Maybe she didn't joke, still nothing you should care about.

"¡Está cañón!" Alejandro acted abashed by such vulgar act, his hands rested on the hips jutted out. A quick "bye" followed after a shrug and you two could finally leave and get on with the day.

Alejandro stayed as close to you as possible during shifts. He'd spend days walking back and forth "making sure everything in the bar is working correctly". You'd catch quick winks whenever he passed by. Terrell would question the amount of song requests you'd get on a daily basis, to what you'd laugh and brush it off. Bouquets of flowers that you didn't know where to put and little gifts were a normal occurrence at this point.

Another day at the bar passed quickly and calmly as usual. However, every other person just had to mention the uplifted mood that followed you like a veil for the last couple of days or so.

"So who's the lucky guy that makes you so happy, huh?" Terrell leaned on the doorframe of the backstage room you resided in at the times of performances.

"What are you talking about?" the smile never left your face, pushing your cheeks apart. Terrell interrupted your make up session, being too curious as to why there was such a demeanor change, that he usually never noticed.

"I can see through you," his face contorted into something vaguely resembling a look of suspension, before he pointed at your reflection in the mirror with two fingers and walked off. Shortly after you heard him announcing the name of the song that featured your appearance and with the last tap of powder on both cheeks you fluttered to the stage. The last song of the day, however your usual viewer wasn't there to watch you perform.

"Ay, mami! How about a ride?" your hearing caught up a familiar voice, with that delicious rasp to it, once you walked down the street on your way home. There he was, Alejandro was leaning on the convertible Maserati GranTurismo of a deep black color, with silver detailing. The hidden roof exposed the interior, made out of leather in a rich dark wooden color. The sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose and his shirt half-undone once again, gave him that nonchalant casanova look. Both hands were in the pockets of his pants, while his legs were crossed.

Quite shyly, being followed by the looks of the random people on the street that were interested in the car before them, you made your way closer to him. With no hesitation, his hands appeared on your waist, once you were close enough and pulled you in, goosebumps swarming every part of your body that he touched. Taking a deep inhale of the well-known cologne, the whole situation felt too intimate, creating a swirl of dizziness in your head. Alejandro couldn't care less, "let them watch," he murmured, before securing your face with his hand so he could plant the so-desired kiss on your lips. Leaving you a giggling mess, he stepped aside to let you into the passenger's seat by opening the door for you.

It all felt so surreal. How is it possible for two people to fall in love knowing each other for a couple of days only? To your disbelief it was actually very probable, as it was happening to you right now. The train of thoughts never stopped rushing through your head, as you two were heading to some place according to his recommendation. The warm wind going the opposite direction, left a soft aftertouch on your skin and you closed your eyes to simply relax and live this moment to the fullest. Simultaneously, your thigh welcomed a hand. So you opened your eyes halfway to spy Alejandro, who was focused on the road, caressing your knee. His fingers left weird shapes and circles on your skin, but he never crossed the borders and that is what you treasured about him. Little touches during shift in the bar, or checking out glances you caught on you during performances. Every single detail about him felt so precious and you couldn't explain why.

The whole dinner went even better. The recommended place was an outside type of a restaurant, residing on a natural cliff, where every table had its own tent that opened a view on the mesmerizing city scene. Not so tall buildings and palm trees filled in the canvas, making it look like a painting came to life. Flowy, serene melody has set the atmosphere for the most relaxing evening you've ever had.

Alejandro turned out to be a splendid listener and could save a conversation when it seemed as if nothing was there to talk about anymore. However, he stayed private about his personal life. Although he confirmed he was single, he never talked about his family. And you decided not to push it, who knows what happened. All in all, the man managed to enchant you with such ease that there was no denial; two lonely souls meeting at the right time to merge together, like two pieces of a puzzle that go along perfectly - felt like a dream come true. He was listening attentively to you speaking of your childhood and every pet that you ever had as his fingers light-heartedly caressed the knuckles and the back of your hand that was closer to him. Your head leaned on your other palm for support and he mimicked your position sooner or later, which you found endearing. Alejandro would blink slowly from time to time, nodding and chuckling occasionally.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" he suddenly asked, reaching into his pocket. One eyebrow raised, awaiting for your permission.

"Go ahead," you cupped your face with both your hands, watching him light up the cigar and lean back on the leather chesterfield sofa, after declining a cigar that he offered. The backrest of the forest green sofa was decorated with a diamond back, enough place to lean back and secure a whole arm on it. That's what he did, manspreading slightly, while taking a puff not breaking the eye contact. Your whole face was burning hot underneath your cold hands at the sight.

"Go on," Alejandro commanded, a cloud of smoke escaping his mouth with each word. The sun was setting slowly, but some sunrays still sneaked past the cotton tulles, saturating his tan skin with a golden tint. The never-ending sky painted with a salmon-pink sunset and sea blended perfectly into each other. Palm trees swayed to the gentle breeze in the warm tropical sunshine. A torch of fire started to light up the darkness around your tent.

"What was I talking about?" you laughed the response out, suddenly getting shy. He never dared to break eye contact, making your heart flutter. Even when the waiter came around, Alejandro would turn his head first then take his eyes off you and little did he know these details matter a lot.

The ride to his house, what felt like, was in a span of 2 seconds, so that's how you two ended up making out on the porch of his estate. Both hungry for love, you couldn't get enough of each other. Lips moving in sync, eyes closed shut, heartbeats speeding up in your chests.

His hands explored every part of your body, especially those that he hasn't touched before. Your body was longing for his touch, feeling his hands squeeze your body everywhere. You two barged in the house, the door slammed as your whole body was forced against it when he pressed himself to you. The kiss broke apart for a second, a smile stretching on both of your faces and he kissed you back again, fingers gently sliding down the side of your face to your neck. Despite the kiss being slightly rough and demanding, his touch stayed soft and tender, scared of hurting you. His hands tracing your curves as he nibbles on your lower lip, hands teasing every edge, touching every place, as you moan into the kiss, gently tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Out of breath, he asked, "do you want me to stop?"

You hurriedly reply, "no, take it off, please." Breathing gets heavier, as if you just ran a marathon as the desire blooms, making you tighten your thighs. The gaze in his eyes is darkened, almost sinister and fixed on you and you have no idea what to expect. You're glowering under his touch and he picks you up to end up with your legs wrapped around his waist securely.

The huge bed welcomed your body placed carefully on it, his hands traveled from your hips to your feet in slow strokes; moving his hand across the surface of your legs with gentle pressure. He took off your heels, that were apart of your performer uniform, just to drop them on the floor and keep fondling your skin. The lights were dimmed once some slow melody played in the background, putting you both in the mood for pure love.

You were commanded to crawl back a little to leave room for him between your legs now.

"Is this okay?" his mouth quickly found your sweet spots again, biting softly against the space, behind the ear. Only a soft gasp left your mouth at the sensation of his mouth bruising your neck and his strong hands on your thighs. So he pulled away, "mi amor, talk to me."

"Mm mhmm," you breathed out, "just-" not being able to form correct sentences, "keep going."

His hands proceeded with their own journey, while his tongue licked every place he pushed his teeth in. You needed more of him, all at the same time. You led his hand under the dress that was already scrunched around your crotch area. Once the heat of the palm of his hand splayed across your cold stomach, you whimpered right into his ear. Taking this as a sign to deliver more pleasure, both his hands appeared under your dress, right on your hips, just to slip off the unnecessary piece of fabric. Forced to arch your back to let the dress disappear, you obeyed his motions and raised your arms. He made sure the dress wouldn't harm your face in any way, and as soon as it was off on the other edge of the bed he stood on his knees, observing the lingerie you've put on, "just in case".

"I love this color on you," his fingers feather against your bra, down your stomach making it twitch, he chuckles as his finger hovered just above the waistline of your panties. He smirks at your reaction as he notices you shiver under his touch. Extremely pleased with himself for making you tremble and squirm like that, his other hand never left your thigh alone, unconsciously counting the goosebumps sedimenting your skin. Slack-jawed, you could only let out soft groans due to frustration twirling with the lust in one huge tornado inside you. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are soft; no ill intentions are present.

"Preciosa," he kept on with the praise, drowing you in loving words and chants. The vase, containing some damask roses, has been robbed of one rose, which appeared in his hand, "I remember I wanted to gift you roses that night."

That night when you found him sleeping under your balcony. And they say romance is dead.

You giggled at the sensation of velvety petals tickling your nose as the question from him followed right after, "does it smell good? I took my time picking them." The rose brushed against your lips and down your chin, to leave tingly tickles along the middle of your neck.

"Who's garden did you rob this time?" a genuine smile emerged on your face, once you heard him scoff and tilt his head at your question. By the time he replied with something you didn't even make out, the rose traveled between your breasts and stopped right there, as if the bra hindered it from going further.

"Take it off," his voice grew colder, the dominant demeanor took over him once again, and your smile vanished into thin air. Closely watching your actions, he twirled the rose in his hands, fondling the petals with his fingers instead of giving the attention to your body. Never would you have ever thought that you'd be jealous of a flower.

Your fingers hooked onto both bra straps and pulled them down before your fingers found the naughty clasp. Surely coming undone, the bra stayed covering your chest for a couple of seconds, before he encouraged you to proceed and get rid of it. Whispering sweet nothings about your beauty once you were almost naked, he renewed his rose play. The petals touched one of your nipple, and you gave him quite a reaction in reply. Wishing it was his hands and not a stupid flower, you contained your whimpers in until the rose bud touched upon your sensitive nipple. The back arch was noticeable enough to boost his ego, satisfying him fully, so he proceeded. Letting the rose explore the middle of your stomach, his eyes followed it as well, and when it got to your soaking underwear, he gave you a look of ecstatic admiration. Your whole body burning with aching desire to stop this torture and feel his body close to yours. Closer than you've ever wanted anyone to be.

"Alejandro," you begged, the heartbeat is pulsating in your brain now, "please, I want you."

Moonstruck with the sight, Alejandro threw the rose away, unable to fight off his own ache. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss again, pulling you in by your thighs. His crotch grinded against your, but saldy the action wasn't bringing enough pleasure. Both your groans mixed together, slipping past the mouths hurriedly. His eyes oozed with curiosity, once his fingers touched your folds through the shiny fabric, earning a high-pitched gasp and furrowed eyebrows.

"Like this?" he asked, his lips reddened.

"Yes," your hands clutched onto the collar of his shirt, alsmot ripping it apart, just to finally feel his skin under your fingertips. And you did rip it apart, letting the buttons get lost somewhere in the bedsheets, once he pushed his fingers further. The man let you do whatever you want to him, just so it means you get all the pleasure he's able to deliver. Your hands burried in his hair, tugging on it while he massages your pulsing clit with 8-shapped motions. A flush creeped across his cheeks as he swallowed hard, his own breath matched yours - sped up. His shoulders curling forward, watching your grimaced with the pleasure face. Your toes curling at the sensation of his fingers slipping past the fabric into you in one go, knuckle-deep, curling inside of you. His lips in a tight line, soaking up every sinful moan that poured from your mouth. You gasp for air as his thumb keeps adding pressure to your clit, the heart beating so hard it's almost bruising your ribcage. Your vision a little blurry, you just let your head fall to the side. Alejandro took his chance and peppered your cheek with kisses, searching for your lips to enslave them into a sloppy kiss. His lips felt exactly like those rose petals, alluring and velour.

"If you want me to keep going, you need to keep your eyes on me, honey."

You've never expected to hear your silly nickname in such a context. In a blistering state you fluttered your eyelashes at him, still processing what he called you. It had such a different meaning now, the meaning only you two knew about.

"I can't," you whimpered, holding onto his neck.

"I thought you could take it, hm? Where's all that confidence gone, my good girl?" his voice achieved such an amatory tone to it, making you melt and surrender immediately. He continued destroying your most sensitive spot on purpose, while you wriggled your hips as a flaming orgasm washed over you likewise a tsunami washes over the beach. Only when he decided it was enough, he straightened his back and palmed himself through the pants, slowly undoing them with the other hand.

Being so kind, he let you rest for a couple of quick passing seconds and come to your senses. You steadied your breath slapdashly, watching him undo his pants eagerly. As soon as he released his throbbing cock a rough groan scraped his throat. Your lower lip is caugh between your teeth once his erection sprung out of the fabric captivity. His hand immediately wrapped around the twitching with ecstacy cock, stroking it slowly.

"Enjoying the view?" he got a load of your glowing eyes, focused on his impatient actions. To that you smirked playfully, excited much. His hands hot like lava, touching upon your body. He ripped off your panties, colliding the warmth of your bodies against each other as you are now practically hugged together while he positions himself at your entrance. A needlelike pain erupted as soon as he advanced further, kissing you greedily to distract from pain. You could barely respond to the kiss, a silent yelp sinked into his mouth. The flood of heat washed over your already overheated body, as well as his, forcing him to grunt out some unintelligible curses scraping against your skin. His eyes caught yours in a inquiring glance, and you nodded, breathing in fully. His cock slowly explored the swollen walls of your warm pussy, welcoming him fully. Fitting in you perfectly, he slid in and out, coating his dick in your fluids. The intercourse endowed with such sensitivity and passion, it left you wondering how a man so hot-blooded could be so gentle.

Him speaking on the phone was a completely different person. You'd curiously watch him explain something to the person on the other end of the wire so emotionally to the point the veins in his neck were visible. And him arguing in Spanish was a turn-on on it's own. No matter how heated the conversation was, but as soon as you spoke to him:

"Ale?"

He'd regain his composure in a second.

"¿Sí, mi amor?"

Just to resume the debate at the top of his voice on the phone right after, uttering profanities like a trooper.

So you only heard curses when he talked on the phone or right now, as he fucked you into the oblivion.

Your eyes rolled back, trying to keep your lips close to his. He was inhaling your exhales gluttonously, wishing to taste every inch of you. The thrill of two bodies clashing together weakened the consciousness, sending you both in the vortex of seventh heaven pleasure. The acquired stimulation accelerated as he sped up the thrusting. Both his hands under your knees, keeping your legs close to his body. He straightened his body, still on his own knees, just to take in the sights of the scenery. Your boobs bouncing with every thrust, your mouth wide open and eyes squeezed. A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead, it felt as if every possible muscle contained in his body was at its max flexing point. He could barely keep his eyes open and just let his head tip back. The erotic melody in the background could not cross out the wet, smacking sounds, merging with them perfectly instead. Rolling your hips further, as you felt the familiar build-up in your lower body, your almost numb legs tightened around him and pulled the man into your embrace. You wanted to be close to him when both your orgasms collided together. Your hands found his neck as you forced his face lower, your foreheads together, fitful breathing mixed in a weird mess of murmuring in mutted tones and blasphemy.

The night ended in another couple of rounds, trying as many positions you two could come up with, knocking you both out around early morning. The tiresome held captive of both your bodies, so the morning after was a torture.

"Stay with me," he whispered, planting a kiss at the top of your head resting in his chest as the sun peeked from the horizon. A soft chuckle from you in reply. Of course you stayed with him.

His hand was resting on his abdomen while you played with his fingers. Is there even anything more intimate than caressing someone else's hand with the only intent that happens to be love? The tender stroking, drawing broken patterns on the palm, counting each crease resembles having a discussion that only you two can hear. Powdery like fondles followed by lacing fingers together brought peace to your mind, lullabying both of you into the mutual dream. It's one honey of an adaptation - exactly what love is.

The reminiscing of that night kept popping up in your mind even mid-performing. However, that didn't not bother your singing, in contrast, a genuine smile accompanied you throughout the performance. The day flew by as if it only lasted an hour, the evening was just about to start though. Similar to other evenings, this one you were supposed to spend with Alejandro and your heart fluttered in anticipation of seeing your lover, just to end up in his bear hugs.

"Where are you, Ale?" you counted minutes passing by on the watch around your wrist. Weird, but Alejandro was never late, moreover he was always first to show up. So what's different about today?

Ten minutes went by, you were rocking back and forth on your feet, chewing onto your lip. Half of an hour. Your anticipation was turning into annoyance already. Annoyance into anger.

"That's it," you muttered under your breath, once monotonous beeping convoyed yet another declined call. The frustration filled you up to the brims and spilled out with each step you took, projected through cursing.

Was is that hard to call and give a short notice? You wondered all the way home. This wasn't like him at all. The anger transformed into disappointment as you spent a lonely evening waiting for the call that just never came. Not even the next day or throughout the week.

"Marco!" you filled yourself up with the alcohol. A friend that never betrayed you. "I can't believe he left me!"

Marco had a somewhat of a sorrowful look, listening to the story of what seemed like were the perfect relationship that hasn't even started.

"Maybe he'll come back and everything will be like it was before?" he grimaced at his own words, figuring out this didn't come out as he wanted it too.

"I don't want to see him!" your salty tears couldn't be controlled at this point, "or know him!". The alcohol impact made it worse.

"Who is even this guy?" Marco polished the top layer on the counter with a wet cloth as the shift has ended and the bar was closed for cutomers, but not for employees.

"You don't know him," a lie, as you two never spoke about revealing your situationship. Your forehead was held up by your hand while your eyes focused on the empty glass in front of you, "pour me one more," you nudged the glass to the bartender.

Marco tossed the towel over his shoulder, setting his elbows on the countertop, "are you sure you need another? You look like you're about to pass out right here."

"Just do it," both hands covered your face as you couldn't push Alejandro out of your head. That night still haunted you, no matter how many times you tried to shut your mind down; the things he said, the touch of his hands, the feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the aroma of his cologne, everything was still so flourishing and alive, and most importantly killing you from the inside.

"No way.." your hands revealed your wide eyes, staring right at startled Marco, "he has a wife somewhere."

"That's enough," Marco rushed to interrupt you, before you get cranky with your own guesses, "I'll walk you home, get up."

Even though Marco tried to calm you down on the way home, this thought was still present and made perfect sense. Half of the night you spent in fetal position, wrapped with your blanket and thoughts.

"How could you do this to me?" a tear escaped one of your eyes, immediately wetting the pillow. The realization hit when you remembered you've never seen him before, despite him owning the bar you worked in. It was probably his vacation house as showing up in the bar once or twice a month was more than enough. The agony you felt forced you to hug your knees close to your chest and just fall asleep to run away from the thoughts that were tearing you apart.

Living with the realization that a man acted to be in love so skillfully just to have a one-night stand- seemed like an anecdote. The funniest part was you believing the act and even catching feelings. You tried not to blame yourself too much and rely the fault on him, but it was almost impossible. A laugh would escape every time you thought of how he played you. You! A woman that rejected everyone, because not a single one of so-called gentlemen merited to be your close company. And Alejandro turned out to be one of them, just a little better.

"What a stupid name he has," you twisted a disgusted expression in your mirror, applying powder angrily, before throwing the make up on the vanity table.

"Pour me a drink," your menacing figure appeared on one of the bar stools, bringing Marco's attention. A bottle of your favourite alcohol and a glass appeared in his hands.

"You're still mad?" he scanned the grim on your face. The drink was pushed closer to you and you downed it in one go. He simply watched you do so.

"Still?" you wiped your lips with the back of your hand. "Actually, I'm not," you played off your irritated aura by shrugging your shoulders.

"So when did he disappear?" Marco raised an eyebrow, "like two weeks ago?"

"Three weeks and 4 days," you replied faster than you expected, realizing that you fell in Marco's trap.

"You're still mad," he crossed the arms on his chest, tapping his foot.

"Okay! I am!" you admitted shamefully, "but I have the right to be mad and offended!"

"Oh c'mon, you're better than this," he leaned in slightly, "forget about him, go on a date or something."

You could only laugh in reply, as you actually tried to go on a date. The guy was so boring you had to come up with an excuse to leave early, lying about your non-existent cat being sick.

"Yeah.. Not good," Marco listened to your failed date experience.

Even if Alejandro acted like he was in love, he did it so good that no one else could compare to him. The guilt for missing him and his little quirks was devouring you, you knew it was wrong. But then heart-piercing hurt crossed it all out, once you remembered how neatly he lied through his teeth. Two forces were combating in your soul, both were destroying it though. You never knew you could feel so many emotions all in one, and why?

"Because of a goddamn guy!" you groaned, before thanking Marco for the drink and leaving him and his cleaning routine alone.

At this point you thought if this whole experience was a figment of your imagination. After a while, dumping all of this to Marco helped and you accepted the fact that this is the end of the fairy tale. It was fun while it lasted; at the end of the day no labels between you two were involved, right? No one forced you to fall in love like a teenager and he never promised to stay with you forever, or whatever they say in those cheesy romance dramas, where the couples always have a happy ending. You believed you deserve a happy ending too, but with someone else as it turned out.

"Bye Marco!" you waved at the bartender, leaving the bar. The man returned a cheeky grin, waving in reply. He was the one to close and open the bar every day, probably the most hardworking person in here. And a great therapist in addition to that. His wife must be so lucky, judged by the ring on his finger.

You left earlier today. Just because. Because you could.

Completely engulfed in your thoughts to go the store and do the laundry, you watched your feet shuffle down the road, kicking little rocks on your way. The streets were surprisingly quiet, only a couple of people passed by, which was surprising. As usually the roads were packed with swarming crowds. Some would occupy outside café tables, those little round ones with plastic chairs. Some folks would stroll aimlessly, stuffing their pockets with newly bought souvenirs.

All of a sudden your wrist was caught in a tight grip and you automatically clutched onto your bag, thinking you were being robbed. Quickly enough you turned around and froze on spot.

"Oh, I thought I wouldn't find you," Alejandro sighed out with relief. The man gave an impression of someone who ran miles, judged by how heavily his chest heaved, "I couldn't find you home and not even in the bar."

Still abashed by the sight before your eyes, you didn't even blink, no thoughts whatsoever. What were you even supposed to reply to that?

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the only thing that came out. Once you retrieved the consciousness, you roughly pulled your hand out of his grasp, "who do you think you are to disappear and then show up as if nothing happened?"

"Listen, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he took a step forward every time you took one back, "I can explain."

"Go ahead then," your arms appeared crossed while you chewed on the inside of your cheek, feeling your eyes fill with red tint.

"Okay, actually I can't, but that's for your safety!" he tried to take your hands again, but you jerked your whole body away.

"For my safety?" you laughed at the ridiculously of his words, "what even is this excuse? Grow some balls and confess you have a wife!"

"What? No! I told you I don't!" a grave expression on his face, eyes etched on you. He knew how stupid this whole situation is, but couldn't do anything about it.

"And I'm supposed to believe that? I don't even want to talk to you, you disappeared once disappear again!" your tone scathing, voice cracked at the last words, but you kept your hostile poise.

"I just don't want to get you in danger, mi amor," a muscle feather in his jaw, as he said lowly, words bleeding out of him. His shoulders tensed up, understanding he's losing it. The color drained out of his face.

"Don't you dare call me that! You used me as if I was a toy, I have feelings too!" you striked a finger at him, "and what do you mean danger? What are you killing people or something?"

"I swear I won't disappear like this again," he took a step forward again, but you stopped him, your face like thunder, ominous and hardened. Bitter, seething words shoot right through him, as if they're bullets.

"Either you tell me the truth right now, or we never speak again," one last chance for him to redeem himself has been given. The choice is his.

But he stayed silent, hoping you could read his thoughts through his eyes. Despite wanting to - you couldn't; and were left with silence.

"Goodbye, Alejandro."

Guessing there's more than meets the eye, you simply ignored his presence. A leopard doesn't change it's spots, so no matter how much you longed for him, there was no chance for another try. Your pride was higher than any other feeling, even though his sudden appearance crashed you with such force it was impossible to bear. So up in arms about this, it affected your day-to-day life.

"I'm not going to perform this song," you declined Terrell's offer to sing "Hopelessly Devoted".

"It's a request, you have to," Terrell lifted an eyebrow, his forehead creased, hearing you decline a song for the first time ever. There was a guess who's request this might be.

"Then say I can't!" the mic dropped to the floor, producing an ear-piercing noise.

"What's gotten into you, Honey?" Terrell yelled out, watching you dash back to your backstage room, like a windflaw. How unfair was all of this to you. Why did you have to suffer? And the reason for it was so dumb. Because you fell in love with a player.

A rapid knock on the door made you jump up in your chair.

"I'm not performing today anymore!" your yelled out reply echoed in the room, but the person knocking didn't give up. You could hear some mumbling coming from behind it, and the fact that you couldn't understand what was said irritated you even more. "What?" a loud groan followed you to the door, it flung open to reveal one of the guys with a bouquet.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I was instructed to give these to you," the guy was scared for his life, as he spoke weakly.

"Leave these here," you lowered your voice, realizing you were taking your anger off on people who didn't deserve it. He left with a calm "thank you" from you afterwards.

"𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰"

"Tomorrow," you scoffed, "why not today? Why not just tell me right now?" the card was explosively tucked back between the flowers you couldn't care less about. They were doomed to die in this room and then forgotten about.

Despite the anger and resentments, you were ready to listen to him. Ready to hear that he is married with kids, ready to hear that he simply lied to you the whole time, ready for anything at this point. Just to figure this all out and move on. The only thing you weren't ready for - is him not showing up. Again.

"I can't believe it," you laughed at your own pitiful-self. Your fingers squeezed the bridge of your nose, thinking of how pathetic you look like right now. Waiting for half of an hour for a guy that played you not once, but now two times. How was anything fair in this life? Totally destroyed, you decided to do the same thing as he did. To disappear. To disappear forever, not to see him ever again as you did not deserve a treatment like this. Finally you cared about yourself for once, not for someone else.

Oh, but it hurt so bad. So bad you wanted to cry and cry and cry. Instead, you packed and packed and packed. Most of your belongings. Negligently tucking your clothes in the suitcases. He started it, but you will end it. He should be the one obsessed with you, not vice versa.

So soon you found yourself on the train station, you knew where exactly you were headed. A near-by city, where your friend lived that agreed to your temporary residence at their place. The fate was to start a new life, to erase the memories and become a new person. Running away without a single notice was an act of a weakling, but that's exactly what Alejandro did, right? Even though it was unfair to Marco and Terrell, to your neighbors and every customer that loved your performances. Your eyes glossy as you thought of everyone, when a raindrop streamed down the train window, that opened a view on a pale scenery. Life seemed to lose its colors. The rain symbolized your state, whereas dark clouds were your soul, leaking with pain as if it was stabbed continuously. People you trust could hurt you the most.

However, you know what they say: after rain, comes the rainbow. Meaning the new life awaited for your presence, to fulfill it with will to flourish and heal the wounded spirit. It was a pleasing moment when the milky thin clouds replaced the dark stormy ones, with the sun setting behind the mountain in a sea of liquid gold. The amber-tinted sunrays filtered through the clouds, signaling the end of the rain. A golden glow spread across the sky as the sun chased the dark clouds away.

"She left like almost two hours ago," Marco's reply to Alejandro's question. Where were you was the question.

"Fuck!" Understanding he was late, Alejandro stormed out of the bar, slamming the door on his way out. His hands shaky, trying to unlock and start his car. There was one more place to check.

"Young man, could you stop yelling, please?"

A familiar lady stepped out of her apartment, inspecting the man on the other side of the gates to Pink Palace apartments, "oh, aren't you that plumber?" She recognized Alejandro to what he nodded and begged her to call you. She was kind enough to knock on your door, realizing it's unlocked. She saw the key on the nightstand and a quite empty apartment.

"I think she left, dear," the lady appeared on the porch again, wrapping a blanket arpund her shoulders, to notify him of your absence. Weirded out by your unexpected disappearing, the lady could only wonder why you left without telling her while she watched Alejandro walk back to his car.

"I can't believe someone could do that!" your friend complained as if she went through this exact situation. Her head shook the frowned expression off her face as she lit up a cigarette.

This whole escape felt like a fever dream, even though at least a week has passed. She let you stay locked up in your room, just gathering yourself and your thoughts, to decide what to do next. And so one night you felt more at peace finally, therefore decided to explain what exactly happened. Your knees were pressed to your chest with a blanket wrapping around your back, coating legs too.

"So he had a wife? That's crazy," she spoke, a cig barely holding onto her chapped lower lip.

"I don't know," you watched people slowly pass by under the balcony of her home. A busy, but thin street. Not even a car could fit in here. Too many balconies and apartments squeezed together, creating an environment identical to a beehive. "I don't want to know."

Deep down you knew you were lying. To everyone and yourself included. It was that type of toxic yearning that was destroying you, despite seeing the true colors of relationship of this kind - you craved it. Not a single night passed without shedding at least a single tear. Letting it caress your cheek, mimicking his lips doing so. You wondered if he felt the same, what was on his mind while your destroyed you.

Day by day went by insensible degrees. The soreness seemed to dissolve but left a bitter aftertaste plastered all over you. More like it altered into a feeling of quivering emptiness.

A peaceful walk in the autumnal park, you were supposed to take in the middle of the day, was interrupted by someone calling out your full name. An unfamiliar voice, manly but soft.

"Yes?" you looked the man up and down, unconsciously noticing the little details about his appearance. He was wearing a light brown leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Both hands tucked into the pockets of the same jacket.

"My name is Rodolfo," he held his hand out for a welcoming shake, which you accepted, clenching it slightly, "Alejandro, who you must know, asked me to deliver this letter for you."

"I can't accept it," you declined. Even if he wanted to fix the situation - you didn't.

"Please, do," Rodolfo insisted, pushing it into your hands. Unwillingly, but you accepted it as the curiosity took over. What if he decided to explain the things this way, but was scared to meet up in case you'd reject him?

"Why didn't he do it himself?" a hint of annoyance seeped through the words while you inspected the letter, twirling it in your hands.

The man's lips turned into a tight-lipped crease, "unfortunately, Alejandro died."

A wave of cold sweat rushed from the top of your head down to your feet as soon as the information was turned in, echoing in your head. You felt your knees weaken and Rodolfo noticed how your body shifted unintentionally. He grabbed you under arm for support. The letter almost fell out of your hands, so you clutched onto it as if it was the only thing preventing you from collapsing. The skin was tingling, suddenly feeling nauseous you tensed up trying to process the information in your mind. Mental fuzziness hindered your ability to speak or react in any other way. Terror overtook your face.

"What happened?" your hand flew to cover your mouth, your lips curled into a deformed line as you felt your eyes burn with scorching tears. One by one they slipped out of your eyes, each one filled with agony, guilt, and misery.

"Let's take a seat first," Rodolfo led you to the nearest park bench, securing your whole body as you felt it giving up. "I guess he never explained you his occupation?"

You shook your head "no" unable to push out any words without breaking down on spot.

"Alejandro and I have been military units for many years, Special Forces in other words," Rodolfo explained calmly, however the little shake in his voice was still noticeable, "not so long ago we had a deployment to Las Almas, our hometown, and during it he," the man paused to gather the stability, before he continued, "he took a bullet for me." The pain in his voice came through with each word, indescribable anguish. The guilt for being alive because someone else gave their life for you is very real, and very goddamn demolishing. Especially if this someone is a close friend of yours, a friend you went through so much, through happiness and sadness. Blaming yourself seemed to be the only logical response.

"Why, why didn't he just tell me?" your lip quivered as you wiped the tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"He never told people he cared about," the confession hurt even more, as you now realized why exactly he said nothing. "He preferred to keep the family out of this."

Both hands hid your winced face, you weeped. Bawled your eyes out, feeling the heart tear itself apart, into such tiny pieces, it would be impossible to fix it in a million years. Now all the words of his made sense. And what a horrible feeling of despair it is, when you can't decide should you accept it or fret and fume to turn back time and just talk. A simple conversation would've solved everything. Now the guilt bloomed.

"Thank you for telling me. But how did you find me?" you asked, once you calmed down enough to talk adequately.

"We have our ways," he slapped his thigh, getting up from the bench.

The conversation cleared up everything at once. All that was left is ache. Heart ached with a mighty intensity.

Your back leaned on the door behind you, once you entered the empty flat, eyes pointed at nothing. Flashbacks surfaced one after one, every treasured memory had a special place in the torn heart. Just now you remembered the letter that you received, addressed to your name. Your fingers carefully ripped the edges of the paper envelope, pulling out a folded piece of paper.

"A deed of gift?" you read the headline out loud.

Before his death, Alejandro transferred the ownership of the bar to you. The motives would've stayed a secret forever if not the hand-written notice attached to the documents.

"𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰"

A rushed heart drawn next to his name.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" your friend watched you pack your things, once you notified her about your departure.

"I'm very much sure," falsely smiling, you assured her.

"You know you can always come back?" her shoulder leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. A look of worry clouded her face.

No words were needed no more, as your decision was final. So a hug sufficed and just like that you were on your way back. No regrets or nothing.

So if the rain stopped, where's the promised rainbow?

"No way!" Marco exclaimed, watching your figure appear on the radar. A shy wave followed by from you, too ashamed to even speak up. "Let me guess, you don't want to talk about it?"

"You know me so well," you walked past, gifting him a weak smile.

The topic about you being a new owner has not been touched per your request once you gathered everyone for a little talk after the shift.

"I don't recognize you, Honey," Terrell hugged your shoulder, once you left your backstage room. Performing again was some kind of coping mechanism, trying to act as if everything is the same. Like nothing ever happened. To everyone this was an act you've put on.

"I'm the same me," you two walked to the stage leisurely. Of course the deception, but it was better than to pour your soul out to others, it was a burden for a lifetime you had to carry on your own shoulders.

"Ladies and gentlemen, "I will always love you" by our miss Honey," Terrell announced, stepping aside afterward and revealing a person behind him.

You stood as usual, the mic in your hand. The only thing that wasn't usual is the absence of a mischievous smirk on your face. A dimished hue around you was too noticeable, in a hopeless tone you sang the soul-tearing lyrics, pushing all the mental pain into every word.

A saxophone solo saved you from shedding tears, as your voice got flaky the slightest bit. The outro of the song followed right after.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘖𝘰𝘩, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

A round of applause for the performance, just like in the good old days, although this time you didn't let yourself respond to them and simply wandered off the stage to your room. Confused glances among the audience, Terrell rushed to fill in the void with another song, pursuing you with a glazed gaze.

Impassively, you studied your worn out appearance in the mirror. Faint sounds coming from the distance. Not even make up could conceal the languid output that rendered your subsequent state. Only a question was vibrant in your mind as you were contemplating one decision you accomplished with no hesitation after finally coming to conclusion with your inner-self.

An idle, loud bang ended all your unbearable pain, that was wreathing around your heart likewise a rose bush, stabbing it with every thorn, all at once. The gun that has just forced a deadly bullet through your temple stayed in your hand, simply hanging on your fingers wrapped around it. The blood splattered across the mirror and a wall behind it, painting a horrifying, abstract scenery out of scarlet red lines and spots.

Not only the mirror has become the hostage of the forced bleeding illustration, but your lily-colored, thin dress you wore when you first met him. The lavish fabric soaked up every drop, decorating the dress with weirdly shaped figures. Some of the pearls on the necklace, enveloping your throat tightly, accepted the fate to be stained with vermillion tints forever. The last letter that Alejandro wrote to you was scrunched up in your other, cold as ice hand, hoping this would bound both your souls together to finally meet again. If this world wasn't the one you were fated to be shoulder to shoulder, then the afterworld it was. The celestial heaven, inferno - pit of hell or whatever was predestined.

The world slowly dissolved into an abyss of darkness in your vision, second by second. The omen yielded the chastised doom to your poor deceased body, yet still living soul. Pointless - that what your destiny was. Pointlessly staring in the embrace of void surrounding you, the life bled out of your paled eyes, drop by drop, therefore predestinating your ghost to wander across the globe in search of something unknown. Yet again - pointlessly.

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Cha-Cha - Wasn't Necessarily a Bad Different - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: I had so much trouble with this one. Not because of the dance, but actually because of the character. That's the main reason I'm posting two tonight. I feel nervous about this fics quality in particular. The ending pose for this fic's dance came from  Apollo Ohno and Julienne Hough’s Cha-Cha to “Push it” on Dancing with the Stars. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Dance AU/ female reader/ fluff/ platonic

Word count: 716

Frankly, when I found out I was going to be dancing with Vargas for the cha-cha class, I was worried. While I considered Ashton Vargas to be a great many things, a dancer was not one of them. 

It was true that Vargas had assisted in teaching me for some of the past dance classes, as well as having taught the boys. But even with that knowledge, I still found myself hesitating at the thought of performing alongside the boisterous P.E. teacher.

Our choreography practice turned out to be quite the pleasant surprise, though. Not only did it turn out that Vargas could be quite light on his feet, it also just so happened that he was a fair bit of fun. 

Apparently NRC’s ever-passionate coach viewed dance as one of the world’s many ways to train muscles and offered me a rather grand amount of praise for having participated in all of the classes. 

In fact, his praise was so profuse that I didn’t really have it in me to tell him that I really didn’t have a choice in the matter of whether or not I took all of the dance classes or not.

But none of that really mattered by the time of the performance. I was here to dance with Vargas, and that was final.

Vargas met me with a grin as I walked over to where he stood out in front of the judge’s table. I smiled slightly back at him before shifting so I was standing a few feet away from him. 

Beginning a dance separate from my partner did feel sort of strange, especially considering who my partner currently was.

 While it may be true that Vargas wasn’t nearly as bad of a dancer as I’d expected, it was also true that dancing with him was kind of odd.

Throughout choreography practice, he’d waxed rhapsodic on the benefits of training muscles and how different exercises had different benefits. All of which was true but was also… A rather awkward conversation topic to be held for that long.

This time he was silent, though, making me wonder if he’d gotten caught between Crewel and Trein as they bickered for the thousandth time as to whether the dance was called “cha-cha” or “cha-cha-cha.”

Nonetheless, as soon as the pounding beat started, we began dancing across the floor with short, quick steps. It was almost odd seeing Vargas twist his hips as much as the cha-cha, or even cha-cha-cha, required.

Just looking at him, you’d expect him to be rather stiff and awkward simply due to how, well, muscley he was. In reality, he was actually quite smooth with his motions and was seemingly used to dancing, which did corroborate his claims of using dance as an exercise.

I suppose if one thought of dancing as an exercise, it wasn’t odd to think that our muscle-obsessed teacher would practice it. 

It was odd to be dancing to one of his workout songs, though…. 

But the timing was correct, and, well, something about the bright-eyed look he’d given me when I’d first been informed of his song choice made it almost impossible to argue with the man. 

Even though it was my test, not his.

I had to admit, though, that the longer we danced, the more my smile became genuine and I started to laugh. There was something amusing about dancing with Vargas that I couldn’t quite place. It felt almost like I was dancing with a weird uncle.

But then, if I’d gained anything from these classes outside of the skills to dance in almost any situation, it was that I’d gotten to know the staff of Night Raven College. And I couldn’t say that I was upset about that.

After all, they were just as zany as my classmates.

By the end of our dance, I was barely holding back my laughter. In fact, as soon as the final beat of the drums sounded, I folded forward, laughing as he supported me with one hand from behind and laughed along with me. Looking at the judges, I could see each of them grinning as well. 

This dance had, undoubtedly, been far different than dancing with any of the other staff members of NRC. But it wasn’t necessarily a bad different.

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Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?

Or do they all know straight from the start?

TW: None

Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)

🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked! So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.

Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.

Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.

Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!

Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.

Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.

Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.

[ch1n1tahwrites]

COD TWT P!LINKS

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Simon fingering your tiny pretty pink pussy

loserteenage!ghost in your room past your bed time

Simon lavishing his pretty girl

fucking your thighs

letting you dominate him once (maybe he realized he should let you more)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

fingering you after a long mission

sucking your tits because he missed his mommy

waking you up to this

riding him cuz you missed him

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

throwing your pretty little body around

while your watching a movie

makeup sex after your fight

letting you sit on his face whilst you read

fucking you because you asked for it

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

eating you out after dinner

after a mission

eating you out pt.2

[konigsblog]

humilation

sub!alejandro x f!reader

...

warnings: cock and ball torture, degrading, self degrading, humilation, spanking, use of ‘dog’, blowjob.

kinktober masterlist. (day 12)

a/n: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i took a break. here it is, posted the next day! ps. these photos were mainly the theme for this :)

His hard cock throbbed beneath your ruby high heel. Alejandro's pleading eyes gazed up at you, pleading for your mercy as you grinded the high heel back and forth, stepping on his stuffed dick. “Dirty boy, Alejandro. Look how hard you are, so desperate, hm?”

Alejandro nodded at your words. His breathing was heavy, hitching in his throat when you applied more pressure onto stepping on his dick. “Oh, stop whining...” you roll your eyes and shunned him for being so needy. “Undo your belt, and give it to me.”

He follows your orders, like an obedient and eager dog. He nervously fiddles with it before handing it to you. You drag it up your thigh slowly, teasing him with your seductive smile. “Up, dog.” He stands to his feet, his cock drooling all over his military issued jeans, cum stains around the crotch. His tip was an angry red.

“Undress. Hurry, Ale...” You stand behind him, spanking his bare ass and wrapping his leather belt around his wrists, tightening it. Pushing him up against the wall and leaning against him, your sweet and expensive perfume finds its way into his nostrils, seducting him. He can't seem to keep his eyes off you; pretty black and red lingerie, those dark red, crimson high heels and pretty jewellery he'd bought for you, ‘La luz de su vida’, as he said.

Your gloved hands wrap around his hard cock, and you begin stroking him. He's so sensitive, especially his tip; after being edged, having his cock stood on, and slapped about. Your other hand fondles his balls, squeezing it harshly to hear him groan and gasp, begging for your mercy. “Please, my–” “Hush..”

You stroke him faster at the sounds of his whimpers, twitching in your hand. Just as he feels himself getting close, you pull away. His eyes narrow down onto you, panting and heavily breathing as he looks down at you. “What?” he gasps, “Shh...” you ease down onto your knees, “Finish in my mouth, Alejandro. You're such a filthy boy anyways, I can see you desperate to cum on these tits too, do you want that, greedy dog?”

Shamefully, Alejandro nods. He closes his eyes, feeling you slap his cock, his eyes shooting open. “Don't look away from my eyes.” you look into his eyes and wrap your soft lips around him, your red lipstick staining his cock, lipstick marks stained on his lower abdomen and neck. “Oh, God, please..” he throbs in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his veiny shaft.

“Aren't you so fucking greedy? Say it, tell me how greedy and selfish you are, what a dog you are.” you laugh, sucking down onto his veiny cock while you suck him off. Alejandro's words come out stuttered as his orgasm comes close. “I'm so greedy, and so fuckin' s-sel-selfish... and a dirty dog!” you suck him off faster hearing those words, his tip spurting out thick cum, exploding in your mouth. You swallow every drop, his low whimpers and how he bucks into your mouth.

“God-God, I'm sorry, baby– Oh,– fuck!” he pants out, strings of his load landing on your exposed, bare tits. Left a panting, whining mess and breathless as you kiss his tip, his shaft red with your lipstick.

[moonxnite]

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

dividers by cafekitsune

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction To You Being Their Controversially Young Girlfriend

Warnings: Implied Smut, Legal Age Gap, Age Gap Relationships, Daddy Kink, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Possessive MW2, Degradation, Mention of Corruption, Mentions of Innocence, Mentions of Naivety, Praise Kink (M Giving), Implied Choking Kink, Angry Sex, Groping, Brat Taming, Man Handling/Woman Handling, Dumbification Kink, Gentle MW2, Rough MW2, Self-Consciousness, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Insecurity, Profanity, Pet Names, Fem Pronouns Used For Reader.

Ghost

Pretends he doesn’t care about the age gap, but he secretly does.

You’d never know it, but he worries that he’s roping you into a relationship – a long-term one at that – when you should be out, meeting guys, gaining life experience.

He also fears that, in some way, he’s corrupting you, that his selfish desire to keep you close to him will lead to you being targeted or you eventually resenting him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him otherwise, he’s still going to worry about you.

There are a few ways you can put his mind at ease, though. Namely of the bedroom variety.

More on this later 👀.

He spoils you silly, absolutely rotten. Anything that catches that pretty little eye of yours and he’s already got it gift wrapped. He feels it’s the least he can do after you’ve shown  him that life isn’t just an endless cycle of suffering – an infinitum of anguish – that he does deserve happiness and a chance at love.

Very gentle during sex. Unless you ask him not to be.

Expect a lot of praise in bed.

Many a night have you found yourself pinned under Simon, his mouth to your ear as he pants, moaning, telling you how you’re “Such a good girl, taking me so well,” while he fills you with long, languid strokes.

Other times, he’s not so gentle.

Oftentimes, usually as a result of purposefully making Ghost jealous, have you been pinned against a hard surface – one of convenience rather than comfort – with Simon at your back, the tent in his pants catching you.

His voice is deep, husking and carnal as he reminds you who you belong to.

“Like having your pretty little cunt ravaged by an older man, don’t you, Love.”

He’s very protective of you.

He sometimes construes your young age as innocence, naivete. Hence, he never lets you out of his sight when you’re out together.

Scary dog privileges.

Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most minimal of things to make him melt, to become a slave to his adoration for you.

That being said, he’s paranoid that one day you’ll see him as he views himself and leave him for someone better – someone you deserve. Someone younger.

He’s damaged goods, you still have your whole life to live. And yet you stay with him, promise him that he’s the only man you’ll ever love.

As stated earlier, Simon can be persuaded of your dedication to him via special, particular means.

However, if you play into his insecurities, even to get a rise out of him, he’ll pounce on you, grab your wrists and pin you to a wall, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

And, beneath dark lashes and darker eyes, he makes a promise to you.

“Oh, you think a younger lover can pleasure you like I can?” he says, his head tilting. “Don’t you worry, Darling. I’ll fuck that idea outta that pretty little head of yours until the only thing rattling around in there is me.”

König

Somewhat insecure in your relationship. Especially when he gets disapproving glances and glares from passers-by when they note the very obvious age difference between the two of you.

But, his love for you can overcome any measure of anguish, social or otherwise.

He’s the gentlest giant you could ever hope to meet, both in and out of bed.

When he feels like it.

He treats you like you’re innocent and pure, shielding your eyes from graphic scenes on TV and gruesome stories in the newspaper.

Sometimes he has to remind himself that you’re a fully-grown woman, even if you are younger than him.

You send him absolutely feral whenever you wear his clothes btw.

Seeing as any one of his shirts could be your nightdress, he calls you his “Minnie Maus”, and treats you as such.

Pls sit on his lap, he’ll only be able to die happy once you do.

He fears judgement from others whenever you enact PDA, so to make up for his lack of willing to be physical with you in public, there isn’t a moment where you’re without him at home.

Extended periods of time in your presence tend to send him a bit…funny.

A little bit silly.

And by silly, I mean there’s a single thread of humanity keeping him from tearing your clothes off at any given second.

Especially if he’s seen a younger guy looking at you earlier in the day.

One of the few times he’ll get physical with you in public is whenever he catches someone looking at you with a glaze over their eyes he knows all too well.

He approaches you from behind, slipping a pythonic arm about your waist and pulling you into him.

Only now does your admirer look away, leave the premises entirely, once they catch sight of König’s gargantuan proportions and the rabid look in his eye.

Once you get home, he’s on you before you can even shut the door.

It’s times like these that König doesn’t feel insecure about the age gap between you.

Because he knows, no matter how little you’re willing to admit it, that nobody will ever be able to make you scream and cry and tremble like he can.

“Did you like that boy’s attention earlier, Maus?” he says, his eyes cattish and voice serpentine. He bears down on you, his hand about your throat as the other travels under your skirt.

“Is my love not enough? Are my affections wasted on you?”

His eyes glint in the dim light of the bedroom. His teeth look sharper – primal – in the low glow of the bedside lamp.

“No matter. I’ll make you remember how much you need me,” he presses into you. The bulge between his legs feels far too big for you to take.

“Inch by bloody inch.”

Valeria

You’re her little Angel, her Goddess, the light of her life and her reason for living.

That does not exempt you from her teasing, however.

Sexual or otherwise.

She’s particularly fond of randomly grabbing your backside when she’s walking past, or smacking it so hard that you yelp and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

Even if you use your puppy-dog eyes on her, disobedience is not accepted under her roof.

In fact, trying to wriggle out of any punishment she has planned is enough to make her grab you and pin you to a wall, her grip unrelenting as she sucks and bites your neck, leaving harsh red marks and a sense of helplessness as she does what she pleases with you.

“Don’t go fucking around behind my back again, Chiquita,” she tells you, her nose touching yours and her eyes black. She brings her knee between your legs, pressing into you.

“Or next time I won’t just stop at your throat.”

She loves dressing you up in the finest clothing money (and a ghastly reputation) can buy.

She thrives on having you hanging off her arm like a dog on a leash; she gets to show you off to her subordinates and business partners who know they’ll never even have the thought of having a chance with you entertained.

Valeria’s mood can fluctuate in bed.

Sometimes, she treats you like a common whore she found on the street, fucking every ounce of rage, hate and venom into you until some part of you’s left bleeding as Valeria’s panting on top of you, her lips to your cheeks as she kisses your tears away with a whiplash-inducing gentleness she seemed incapable of minutes ago.

Most of the time, she’s loving and kind, putting your needs above her own.

Sure, she still teases you, makes you work for her love and dedication, but you know she’d do anything for you.

You can tell in her tone as she tells you of how she would “Scorch the earth if only to find a fragment of you in the wreckage.”

You disappearing or being taken from her is her biggest fear, and at night she holds you tightly against her chest, your buffer against the world she would sooner see in flames than relinquish you to.

Price

He’s so father-coded fr.

He calls you his little girl, his Princess, Love, Darling, Dollie — anything that highlights your fragile nature.

Shows you off to his friends just so he can show them what they’re missing. He adores the feeling of you curling further into him under the eyes of his task force, the look in their eyes relating something savage, primal, as they look at your bare thighs – the pinnacle of which shadowed by John’s shirt – and watch something they can never have, never touch.

John hides his insecurity well, but he does secretly worry about the age gap.

Especially when he watches younger men looking at you in ways he does.

The difference being that, while they offered you the world and would give you nothing, you are John’s world.

When you can tell John’s feeling worried, comforting him is a surprisingly easy task.

A kiss to the temple and the promise that he’s the only man for you is usually enough to put his mind at ease and make his face break out into a smile.

On the rare occasion it isn’t, however, alternative methods are at your disposal.

E.g. screaming John’s name into the night as your nails drag down the expanse of his back, bodies scorching as he brings you to tears with his touch and his unrelenting pace.

He will absolutely hold his rank/age over you when he’s like this, no longer a point of contention or shame for him as he tells you he’s the “Only one who can make you whimper like a fuckin’ dog,”

“Such a good girl for me, my good little cocksleeve,” he rasps in your ear as he bounces you on top of him, his hands about your waist, preventing you from fleeing or falling off.

“God, you’re so beautiful — so— fuck— gorgeous.” He’s panting, gasping, growling.

“And all mine.”

Horangi

You’re the only thing that matters to him.

At this point, he only remains as a military contractor to ensure that he can keep you in the style to which you are accustomed.

Calls you 자기야 (Jagiya – Honey, Darling).

His favourite thing to do is sit you between his legs and wrap around you like armour.

In case you couldn’t tell, he’s highly protective of you.

You can make him do absolutely anything — he’s at your beck and call.

You can get him to buy you anything if you give him what he likes to call ‘kitten eyes’ eyes.

Even if you’re being a brat, he remains calm and treats you like his little angel, his sweetpea.

Unless you push him too far.

At which point, he won’t hesitate to tame you if you try your luck.

He’ll have you bent over his lap, holding you down with his forearm as he turns your thighs and backside red-raw with the slap of his belt.

“Don’t start crying now, 자기 — you brought this on yourself.”

He never fails in the aftercare department, though.

Always filling your head with words of affirmation as he bathes you, carrying you to bed and tending to your skin with soothing creams and soft touches.

Hong-jin goes super feral crazy when you call him 오빠.

A common honorific used towards any man older than the person using it.

Even if you don’t understand the implications of it, Hong-jin does. And yes, it does tend to make him a bit silly.

Silly enough to know that he’s not going to last long and needs to get home ASAP to deal with…something.

Which he also makes your problem, pressing messy, desperate kisses to your lips as he tries to get his shirt off, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing.

“I need you, (Y/N),” he says, breathless, almost growling. Yet, his eyes are wide, pleading. A doe-eyed prince with the aura of a wolf king. “And I’ll have every inch of you.”

Alejandro

Pre-established passionate lover.

One who is fiercely protective over you.

If anyone — and I mean anyone — catcalls you, makes passes at you, or even looks at you in the wrong way, Alejandro makes sure to enact righteous fury upon them.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re 110% satisfied, regardless of context.

You want a new wardrobe ? It’s done. A new car ? All yours. You need Alejandro now and it can’t wait ? Why, how can he say no when you whine like that, when you tug at his sleeve and tuck your head against his shoulder.

He calls you “mi Princesa” and makes sure everybody knows you’re his and he’s yours.

A thorough lover is how you might describe him.

Especially after he’s so willing to bend you against the nearest surface to get you off, no matter the time of day.

You can bring him to his knees with just a look. Turn him from the most respected soldier in his department into a feral wolf.

Which, if you play your cards right, can end very well for both of you.

Alejandro likes to play a game whenever you’re riding him.

He grabs you by your hips and anchors you on top of him.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on for, mi Corazón,” he says, flashing you a sultry smile before he’s bucking into you at the pace of a mechanical rodeo horse at full speed.

“Holding on” can mean anything from not being pounded off Ale’s hips to staving off your orgasm for as long as you can.

Failure to do either is when you see Alejandro at his most wicked. When he’s all teeth, a shark’s grin, his eyes dark and his voice low as he tells you that he needs to “Train your endurance. How else are you going to take me again, hm?”

Needless to say, you’ll be lucky to be able to get out of bed the next day.

Rodolfo

His heart beats only for you. And as a result, he treats you like royalty.

As he should.

You want it ? You got it. 

In abundance.

You have the best of everything and Rudy loves nothing more than seeing your face light up when you receive one of his many gifts.

That, and having you sat on his lap, raking your fingers through his hair as he tells you about his day.

He omits the more gruesome details, fearing he’ll taint you with the blood on his hands if he doesn’t.

Speaking of lap-sitting, it’s your one-way ticket to an eventful afternoon with Rudy.

Cockwarming is his go-to, your legs wrapped about his waist as he fills out reams of paperwork, pressing kisses to your shoulder and telling you “What a good girl you’re being, mi amor,”

Be prepared for a tidal wave of praise for doing the bare minimum.

It doesn’t matter if Rudy’s topping or bottoming, he’s going to let you know how you’re making him feel, how nobody will ever ensnare him like you do.

“I love you,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded and skin glistening with sweat as you take him.

“I love you, I love you so much–” He growls, back arching into you as you catch a sensitive area. His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark.

“I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

Graves

This guy was made to have a controversially young girlfriend.

Calls you “Babydoll”, “Babygirl”, “Little Lady”, etc.

He unironically refers to himself as “Daddy”.

E.g. “You were eyein’n up that necklace for a while, Darlin’…” His hand slips to the crotch of his jeans, rocking his bulge into his palm.

“Maybe if you ask Daddy real nicely, he’ll get it for you.”

He’s actually very caring. He’d buy you the world if it meant seeing you smile.

He never expects anything from you in return.

He just can’t pass up the opportunity to have you in his arms, to touch you.

Graves can tend to go overboard with the gifts, though.

Calls you “young thing” when he’s feeling humourous.

On the flip-side, he can (and will) use your age gap against you. Like Price, but more Southern.

He’ll be very condescending when he’s mad, tending to use terms that undermine how intelligent and capable you really are.

“If you’d just listened to me and gotten it through your tiny head that I’m doing what’s best for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

On the flip-flip-side, he uses your age gap as a jumping-off point into…dubious activities.

#1 dumbification kink enjoyer.

He’s a switch with top lean, what can I say.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you, Sweetheart.” It’s not a question. His eyes are too serious, too stern, for it to be. He’s  pounding into you, hands either side of your head, caging you beneath him.

Between his panting, he presses a wet, uncoordinated kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make sure you can’t even think without me by the time I’m done with you.”

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Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―