#....part of me also wonders if i already wrote about this au....oh well (:
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I was going to talk about them together, but I want to develop more stuff for Sun!Spirit Yue before I talked about her, so I'll just talk about Moon!Spirit Zuko for now (:
While Agni is seen as the Fire Nation's main/biggest spirit, they hold Tui and La to a high standard. They're also important to them. Because it's a Nation made up of islands, of course they'll take spirits that would affect them seriously, they're not all morons like Zhao.
When Zuko was born, Ozai noticed he lacked the spark in his eyes that firebenders had. He was ready to toss him over the wall until Ursa and some sages talked him out of it. He gave his newborn son until the next morning to gain the spark. If he didn't, they would get rid of him.
Once he left, the sages told Ursa that being born when he was, the chances of Zuko being a bender were slim to none. They also noted how his breath felt irregular, as if he was struggling to breath. And ultimately told her that she should say her goodbyes because that baby was not going to make it through the night.
And so, Ursa began to pray. She prayed for the spirits to answer her. To save her son. Give him a chance at life. And she did this for hours until exhaustion caught up with her and she fell asleep. Certain that when she would wake up, her baby boy would feel cold in her arms. And if he was still alive, he'd lack that spark and she'd still lose him.
So imagine everyone's surprised when they wake up to Ursa's cry and rush to her room. And they see her and her son. Ursa has yet to notice them, but they're all looking at Zuko. Alive and hair turned a silvery gray.
One of the sages announces that Zuko had been blessed by Tui. The moon had blessed him. And Ozai is less than pleased. He demanda Zuko be thrown out anyways, as he had said Zuko had to have the spark in the morning. But Azulon was able to override his decision. This had to be a sign. A sign that the tides would turn in their favor. That they would have bountiful feasts. They had the sun AND the moon on their side now. Why else would the moon bless Zuko?
Because of this, Ozai doesn't treat Zuko like his son. He pretends he's a bastard, and that Ursa had slept with a Watertribe Savage behind his back. When Azula is born and shows signs of being a firebender, he dotes on her and claims she's his only child. Which leads to a rather conflicting environment for her to grow up in. She's constantly told Zuko is and isn't her brother. That he's a Savage's bastard child and that he is his father's son. She's a prodigy and he was blessed by a spirit upon his first night of being born. She started bending at a really young age and he had to further prove how much of a bastard he was when he began to waterbend.
So Azula and Zuko have a weird relationship. One parent acknowledges both as their children and the other only acknowledges one. One of them was prodigious firebender and the other was a blessed waterbender. Ursa tries to get them to spend time together and Ozai keep trying to keep them apart.
And then comes the day Ozai decides to present Azula to his father and ask him to be his heir (and the next Firelord). He doesn't bother to present Zuko, and later on, admits he saw no need to present the boy. Why would the Fire Nation ever accept a waterbender as their FIRELord? Azulon is enraged by his son's disregard for the moon's blessing and tells him to leave. He'd inform him of his punishment in the morning.
While they aren't sure where they stand in terms of being related, Azuka still tells Zuko what she overheard. And asks if he had any idea what the punishment could be. The best they could come up with is Ozai taking Iroh's place and continuing the siege of Ba Sing Se. However, they never got to find out, because Ozai had lied to Ursa and told her Azulon ordered him to kill Zuko. She didn't believe him, knowing he didn't care for him. And he knew that, which is why he then told her he would have Zuko killed if she didn't help him kill Azulon and leave. Leave and give up her children. He wished he didn't have to keep Zuko, but too many people would notice the blessed prince if he was absent. And so, Ursa killed Azulon and fled into the night after saying what she believed would be her final goodbyes to her children.
Ozai immediately named Azula his heir and continued to ignore Zuko. He had him moved into the servants area. He claimed what he always did, that he was a bastard. A child born out of wedlock. That Zuko isn't his real son. And everyone knows this isn't true, but none of them dare say anything. They stay quiet and do their best to keep Zuko away from Ozai.
When Iroh returns from his journey in the Spirit World, it's to his father being dead, Ursa missing, Ozai as the Firelord with Azula as his heir, and Zuko basically disowned and living in the servants quarters. He watches as his nephew fades into the background, as he learns his new place in the palace. He tries to pick up where Ursa left off in terms of helping Zuko and Azula connect as siblings, but Ozai sends her away to a prestigious all girls school and immediately takes over her lessons when she returns, thus making it impossible for the two to bond, and further sinking in the idea that Zuko is, in fact, a Savage's bastard child.
And then comes the day of the war meeting. Iroh enters and sees his nephew serving tea to the men there. Another servant is there as well, hands empty watching as Zuko likely does his first job. They begin to discuss things and how to further advance in the war. And the plan involving the 41st is brought up.
And just like in canon, Zuko speaks up against the plan. Only this time, because he isn't a firebender, because Ozai doesn't acknowledge him as his son, because he's not worthy of it, Ozai doesn't make Zuko fight in an Agni Kai. Why would he forsake a firebending duel so a waterbender could fight in it? Why bother giving him a chance to show his loyalty to the Fire Nation when he clearly doesn't have any. And before everyone in the room, he burns Zuko's face. He warns everyone not to say a word. That no one was to know of Zuko's permanent banishment. If anyone asked, he was simply sent away for protection.
He left, and just as he did, he told Iroh to inform Zuko that he would have until sundown to pack and leave. And Iroh is furious. He doesn't bother acknowledging his brother's words. He just carries Zuko out of the room and packs their bags while some of the servants do what they can to help the young boy.
At sundown, he leaves the palace with Zuko, refusing to let his nephew be banished alone. He's glad one of the servants was able to help him get a ship and a crew that was willing to leave the Fire Nation behind.
The first few weeks of Zuko's banishment were agonizing. From fever induced nightmares to Zuko's sudden fear of fire and needing a flask of water he could play with to calm down, it was a hard time. Iroh held his nephew when he told him he was banished from the Fire Nation with no way to return. While not a waterbender himself, he still taught Zuko. He isn't good, but he can do some things now. He helps Zuko get over his fear of fire and first chance he gets, swears to sends a message to Pakku asking him to train Zuko.
But before he can get that message sent, they're caught up in a storm. It's powerful and knocks them off course by several days. In fact, they're closer to the Southern Water Tribe now. And while, the chances are slim, Iroh decides they should see if any waterbenders survived and would be willing to teach Zuko.
They head towards the SWT when a large beam shoots up in the air. They think nothing of it, Iroh waves it off as likely an old flare, having learned that not all the FN ships had returned from prior raids. Since they were old, chances are they had little to nothing left of use and there was no point in finding it. It was likely that someone animal set it off by mistake.
They arrive and are met the remaining members of the SWT. They're weary of them and as soon as they lower the plank of their ship, one of them (Sokka) charged forwards with a spear.
But before he can even step onto the plank, the snow under him moves and makes him fall. He immediately blames Katara for this, because who else would do it? He charges forwards again and gets disarmed and beaten by one of the soldiers. The only one who's not wearing red, but rather white, only his golden eyes visible.
And then comes the question. Do they have any waterbending masters around?
Why would they ask that? Did they think more waterbenders had been born after the death of his and Katara's mom? Did they suspect she lied and just waited until now to get back at them? They deny having any waterbenders and say that even if they did, they would never tell them.
And that's when Aang shows up, knocking the soldier who had beaten Sokka earlier to the ground. And it's just:
Aang: Looking for me?
Zuko, getting up, hood knocked down, masked lowered: You're a waterbending master? You're just a kid!
Aang:...no? I, I thought you were looking for the Avatar!
Aang: and you're just a teenager!!
Katara: YOU'RE THE AVATAR?!
Meanwhile Sokka is having a crisis because oh sweet Tui and La, he's so pretty- (rip him when he arrives at the North Pole and experiencies it again with Yue)
But Aang still wants to know why they need a waterbending master. He also feels foolish for admitting to being the Avatar and wonders if he can play it off as him pretending when he sees the boy he'd knock over play with a ball of water.
Oh...
OHHH!!!
He was looking for master for himself!! Well, he made the offer to Katara, he could make it to this new kid as well. And so he does. The boy, Zuko as they learn from the older looking man who called him that, hesitates before agreeing. He leaves, saying he was going to get Appa, it'd be faster and more fun that way. But before he can, Katara says she's also going with him. To make sure nothing happens of course!! Of course.
He gets Appa and returns, happy to see Zuko and Katara seem to be getting along and talking about finally learning to bend from a master waterbender. The two of them and Sokka (who's reluctantly joining them) get on Appa.
The older man from before introduces himself as Iroh, Zuko's uncle. He thanks Aang for helping his nephew and let's him know that they'll be tailing them from a distance. Zuko has a map where Iroh had marked neutral ports they would dock at if they ever needed anything. Once they reach the NP, Iroh will lead the FN ship towards the Earth Kingdom and head towards Ba Sing Se. He'd appreciate it if he helped his nephew get there once they finished.
And the four head off. It's awkward and tense for a while before Katara asks Aang about being the Avatar and he tells them his story. How he never wanted to be the Avatar. But because he doesn't want to get further into it, he deflects her question to ask Zuko about being a waterbender and if he's from the Fire Nation.
And they learn, that not only was Zuko from the Fire Nation, he was the prince once. He told them how his mother had told him about his blessing, how surprising it was that Tui answered her prayers. How the man who was supposed to be his father claimed to only have one child, his younger sister and how as soon as the old Firelord, his grandfather, died, he immediately removed Zuko from the line of succession and moved him into the servants quarters.
He learned very early on that his father hated him and he hated him more once Zuko began to bend. How he'd tell him he was weak for being afraid of his own element after he almost drowned and frozen the water around him in his panic and managed to climb out. He wasn't allowed to bend so he always did it in secret and only really began to do so when he got banished. They had originally been planning on heading to the Northern Water Tribe so he could finally get proper bending lessons.
It certainly did explain his appearance anyways.
And now for some bullet notes:
Zuko doesn't go through his redemption arc in this AU. Because Ozai's made his stance perfectly clear, Zuko knows there's no point in trying.
For a while, Katara and Sokka think Zuko is the child of a waterbender and a FN soldier.
Ozai knows he can't actually disown Zuko, considering his blessing was made public. But he can send him away for safety, the public doesn't have to know he was injured already and might die from his injuries and will never return.
Katara and Zuko become friends a lot earlier. They bond over not having a master to teach them and having to teach themselves.
Azula's memories of Zuko definitely conflict with what Ozai tells her. She has memories of her mother with a silver haired boy by the turtleduck pond, urging her to join them. She remembers her mom insisting the boy was her brother. But...he looked so different.
Because his hair stands out so much, Zuko tends to hide it. Whether it's a hood, a scarf, so long as it's hidden.
Ozai ordered Zhao to see to it Zuko was actually dead. When news reaches them that the Avatar has returned, he tells him to capture him and bring him back to the FN, so Zhao is the one chasing Team Avatar.
Sokka joining reluctantly is all because of Gran Gran, who told him to go so he could keep an eye on the three. He's basically their babysitter and he's not really happy about it (he gets over it).
Because he spent some years living and learning from the palace servants, Zuko will help Katara do chores, which endears him to her enough to be claimed as her new best friend.
I'm going to leave there for now, next time I update about this AU hopefully I have a lot to say about Sun!Spirit Yue (:
#zuko#seeing how much i had to write for zuko#and knowing yue only had a fraction of what i had written for him#can you see why i decided to wait until i developed more info for her before sharing anything?#it doesn't seem fair that i give zuko an essay and yue an excerpt :/#this au focuses on both of them she should get this treatment as well#and she will i swear to fucking god#also potentially debating yueki and zukka or yuezukki (:#because ideally i find a way to keep her and zuko alive#but do we go two gay as hell ships or fuck yeah polyamory?#....part of me also wonders if i already wrote about this au....oh well (:#sun spirit yue moon spirit zuko au
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Traffic stop
Pairing: Rookie!Leon Kennedy x BustyF!Reader
Summary: Your sports bra malfunctions during a traffic stop with a shy rookie cop.
Warnings: au obvs, happens in raccoon city, wrote with a busty reader in mind but anyone can read it, shy!leon, accidental exposure, suggestive themes, speeding (DRIVE SAFE PEOPLE!!)
Author's Notes: kudos to my husband for giving me the idea/title. if anyone would like to write a smut version of this, i also wouldn't mind, just let me know! i do have another plan for re2 leon in works cause he is my baby. hope you enjoy your reading!
my leon's masterlist | part 2
It is still hot, you think as you exit the gym after an exhausting leg day. You decide to wear your sports bra while driving home since your car's air conditioner has not worked since you bought it. You always think you will have money to fix it or even buy a new car, but you must work with what you have now.
You sigh, throwing your bag and your shirt on the backseat. The pain in your legs will only worsen, so you decide to drive fast to get home, shower, and relax. And oh, yes, hope the wind provides some sort of comfort on your face. Placing your sunglasses in your eyes, you start going, mentally praying you wouldn't see any cop.
But of course, this isn't your lucky day.
Not even ten minutes on the road, the sound of the siren from a car of Raccoon City P.D. is behind you. You groan an audible no, asking mentally what you did to deserve this.
"Perfect. Great," Your murmur.
You pull into a nearby parking lot, take the paperwork from the glove compartment and throw it in the passenger seat, the air already getting stagnant inside the car, making you sweat.
Your eyes roam to the rearview mirror, wondering where the heck that cop was, when you notice the zipper of your sports bra is half open. You attempt to zip it, but it immediately unzips it again, leaving half of your cleavage exposed. You think it doesn't look bad, so you leave it alone. It is not like you were driving topless anyway.
With droplets of sweat on your forehead, you see the cop coming out in your driver-side mirror. Finally, you think as he takes his sweet time to get to you. He looks young. He seems to take a breath before walking to your car, pulling his pants up and his other hand on his gun, and even someone who doesn't understand anything about cops would know this guy is a rookie.
He approaches slowly and carefully, analyzing your old car, and when he finally stops by your window, the first thing you catch is a pair of innocent blue eyes. Staring right at you.
"Good afternoon, ma'am." You read the name tag Leon Kennedy as his eyes go from your face to your sports bra half open. Officer Leon probably has a great view since your car is on the lower side. He gulps, you don't know if nervousness or something else, then stares directly above your head.
"Afternoon."
"Do you know how fast you were going?" Oh, this one is definitely a rookie, with his voice still showing some nervousness.
"Yeap, I know."
You really don't want to prolong this more than it should, and the way Leon Kennedy seems to stare everywhere except you proves he wants the same.
"Look. I was just trying to get home. Just issue the ticket, and I will be on my way. I will behave, I promise."
That clearly sounded more seductive than you meant to be. You don't judge yourself as a woman who could get out of a ticket by flirting; honestly, you didn't care at this moment. Your whole body is getting sweaty and sticky, with a few drops of sweat coming down from your neck, and your legs are literally pulsating with pain. It is worth trying.
And just for the right timing, you feel a single drop of sweat coming down from your neck to your cleavage. Leon Kennedy's blue eyes follow the trail until the drop disappears inside your bra top, and he gulps, licking his lips.
Well, you may be one of those women who can get away from a ticket by flirting.
"License and breas— I mean, car registration, please."
Leon thanks mentally you don't seem to hear his mispronunciation. You grunt, impatience, turning to grab your documents for Leon. When you turn back at him to hand them, your zipper finally gives up, opening it up completely. It is a nice feeling at first, the same feeling you have from having your boobs released after a long day.
For a moment, you both don't move, too mortified. Officer Leon Kennedy is now staring, really staring, at your boobs. He doesn't even attempt to look away, his face entirely red as a tomato. Your immediate reaction is to try to close the zipper, but it seems it had enough. Leon finally turns around, mumbling an apology.
"I am sorry, I am so sorry, Officer!" You groan as you give up on zipping, going for the shirt under your bag in the back seat.
"It-it is fine!" Leon rushes to say, his voice going high a few tones. If this wasn't embarrassing as it was, you would have laughed at the poor rookie's reaction. But now, great, you were probably going to be arrested for public indecency. You finally find a towel, a medium one, that might work. You cover yourself as best as you can.
After Leon gives you a few moments of privacy, he turns back to face you, and you know, by the expression on his face, you are doomed. You were probably getting arrested for trying to seduce a cop-out of a ticket.
"You can go, ma'am."
"What? Like that?" You wonder before stopping yourself.
"Well, y-yeah. I can see you have much bigger problems to deal with it. Have a good day."
Leon gives you one good final look, a strange glow in his eyes. It seems he wants to say something else, but the moment passes. Leon gives you a slight smirk, his face still red, and walks back to his car.
You watch Leon drive away, your gazes somewhat crossing before he disappears into traffic. You sigh, the external heat forgotten, hoping this isn't your last encounter with Leon Kennedy.
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x female reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x female reader#leon kennedy fanfic#leon kennedy imagines#leon kennedy fanfics#leon kennedy imagine#I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE THIS A SMUT but i can't#my brain is like pdffftt#the other re2 leon i have is smut
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Barista to Sugar Baby {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 19.3k
Warnings: Sugar baby/daddy relationship, foot fetish, reader wearing high heels, fake dating, pool sex, unprotected sex, foot job, oral sex (female receiving), confessions
Comments: Coming to your coffee shop everyday because you have become the muse for his next script, Javi G offers you the deal of a lifetime. Becoming his sugar baby.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.
Pulling into the empty parking spot, Javi gets out of his Ferrari that he had shipped over from Mallorca. He grabs his laptop and notebook before locking the car and making his way to his favorite cafe. It’s small, relatively quiet for Venice Beach and it just so happens to have his latest muse working there: you.
He sits down at his regular table, opening his laptop and notebook ready to take notes when you come over, a smile on your face. “Hey stranger. Double espresso and a pan au chocolat?” You assume and he chuckles, nodding before you walk off to get his order. He watches you go, taking note of your gait and the sway of your hips. When you return with his coffee and pastry, you set it down and smile at him again, making his stomach twist. “One of these days you’re gonna order something different.” You tease, “and I’m still gonna get you that exact order out of habit.”
Javi laughs, enjoying the way that your eyes sparkle and the flash of your teeth as you smile. It’s genuine, not just a smile to get a larger tip. Although, you already know that he’s going to be leaving you a tip larger than the bill. While he didn’t understand American tipping, when in Rome…”And when you do, I won’t complain.” He teases back, flashing his own bright smile back at you, imagining this scene in the new screenplay he is writing.
“That’s a good thing. No refunds allowed here. Boss’s orders.” You joke, enjoy his scoff, knowing he’s witnessed your boss being an asshole to staff in front of the customers. You bite your lip, wondering if you should be rude and ask but the curiosity has been eating away at you. “What are you writing?” You ask, hoping he isn’t offended.
“Oh.” Leaning back in surprise, he looks down at the laptop and then back up at you. “I am working on my next script.” He explains. “I- write scripts- have written scripts and the last one did so well, I’m hoping this one does too.” He’s flustering slightly, well aware that he finds you very attractive and that the reason that he is here is so he can observe you for the character in his movie. “Have you seen Nic Cage’s newest movie?” He asks, wondering what you thought of it. Or if it had appealed to you.
You nod, “are you kidding? I love Nic Cage. I think I’ve seen every single movie of his…including the Croods.” You confess, a little flustered. “When I heard he had a new movie out, I was there at midnight. I can watch Peggy Sue Got Married over and over again.” You admit, having been a movie nerd while growing up, obsessed with the costume design.
Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect. “Really?” His eyes light up and grins up at you. “I love Peggy Sue Got Married. So the movie that Nic was in - I wrote that with him.” He tells you excitedly. “Javi Gutierrez, that’s me.” He doesn’t want to brag, but he is extremely excited that you know the movie and he can talk about it with you. Since parting ways with Gabriella - she didn’t want to stay in America - he has been surprised by his attraction to you.
Your eyes widen, “you wrote that? Wow. I- that’s incredible. You must love being around all the movie production and cast and -”
Your boss cuts you off, coming back over to you, “enough chit chat. You’ve got tables to clean.”
Your smile falls and you turn to look at Javi, offering him a small shrug. “Hey. Can I talk to you about some extra shifts?” You ask your boss quietly.
Javi watches you talk to your boss, not particularly caring for the way that the man was speaking to you. He was brash, too abrupt, making your eyes dim slightly. Your shoulders round, obviously not happy with what you are hearing and you nod meekly, a gesture Javi was very accustomed to when he was dealing with his cousin Lucas. You turned and went back to the kitchen, making him wonder what you had talked to him about that made you so sad.
You really need those extra shifts that your boss just denied you. You sigh, wiping away the errant tear that escaped before you compose yourself and head back out there, walking over to Javier’s table. “Would you like another coffee?”
Javi reaches out, touching the back of the hand that is on the table. “What is wrong?” He asks gently, seeing the distress underneath the happy smile you are trying to paint on. He knows that he’s just a guest in your work, but he feels like he’s gotten to know your spirit over the past few weeks.
You glance back over to see the manager has retreated back to his office and you sigh, deciding to confess to a somewhat stranger. “My boss won’t give me more shifts and I need them. Badly. I just - I want to go to art school for costume design - it’s what I moved here for - and now I can’t afford it. I am trying to make ends meet and put money aside but it’s hard.” You seem to deflate with the confession, feeling like a failure.
Javi has money, all of the fortune he had held. The courts determined that his money was separate from the ‘family business’ and didn’t seize it. His eyes widen and he knows he wants to help. “Let me help you.” He blurts out, swallowing when you look at him in surprise. “I can pay you.”
You immediately shake your head, “no. No. I- I can’t accept and I’m…I’m not that kind of girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with sex workers but I just - I don’t do that. I’m sorry. Plus I can’t accept your money.”
His eyes widen in horror as he realizes you think he was soliciting you. “No! No, nothing like that.” He promises, shaking his head vehemently. “Nothing sexual. I- I need dates.” He confesses, blushing slightly and looking around the cafe to make sure that no one is listening to your conversation. “I have a lot of meetings with people, studio execs and producers and I can feel them judging me when I come alone to dinner.” He explains. “I- want someone there beside me. Make conversation and laugh at my jokes.” He gives a small shrug. “I can pay you for that and I wouldn’t even ask for a kiss.”
You are surprised, wondering why this man has to pay to get a date when he’s so damn charming and handsome. “Why?” You blurt out and he frowns. “I mean, you’re smart and charming and sexy and I- I don’t understand…why me?” You ask, a frown on your own face as you wonder what he sees in you that makes him want you to be his escort.
“You are nice to everyone that comes in.” Javi tells you, flushing slightly at your insistence that he is sexy. You don’t know about his money or how much he has, so you aren’t just saying that. “You work hard and you always smile, even if you don’t want to.” He murmurs. “You deserve to have something good happen to you. You want to go to design school? I can help you.”
You bite your lip, unable to believe that he is interested in helping you. “I- I don’t - how can I -” You’re a little taken back that he noticed that bit about your smile. You lean closer, resting your hands on the chair in front of him. “I can’t accept your money.” You whisper, almost in shock with him offering to be so generous.
“Yes, you can.” Javi nods and looks down at his laptop. Reading the latest portions of the script that he had written about his character based off of you. “I want to help you. I can help you.”
You glance back at your boss, knowing he won’t give you any more shifts. “Can I think about it? Give you my answer tomorrow? I just - it’s a lot to accept and I don’t want to take advantage.” You wring your hands together.
Javi nods quickly, not wanting to push. In the end, it was up to you to determine if you were comfortable with it. “Absolutely.” He agrees, reaching in his pocket for a pen and scribbling down his phone number. “If you have questions, you can text me.” He offers as he slides the paper across the table. “If not, I’ll be here tomorrow for another day of writing.” He assures you. “Although if you say no, I won’t be upset.”
You nod, appreciating that he isn’t mad at you. You smile, deciding to get him another coffee before he leaves. “I- I’ll give you my final decision tomorrow.” You nod, walking off to get him another espresso.
Javi tries to go back to his writing, he does, but he’s too consumed by the idea of what he can do for you. Opening up another document and starting to outline things that he would be responsible for if you agreed to this arrangement. Here in the states, it’s called a sugar baby/sugar daddy arrangement. Quickly typing out ideas. Of course everything needed to be approved by you, but he’s sure that you will be shocked. Maybe even argue a little, but he’s wealthy enough that it won’t hurt him.
The next morning, you arrive at work, anxious and nervous to see Javi today. You are going to tell him no, you can’t accept that kind of money. Starting work, you serve customers, getting their morning brew and food, and your boss calls you over with a harsh shout of your name. You walk over to him, confused, and he shakes his head. “You gave that woman a double shot of espresso while she only paid for one.” He crosses his arms, waiting for your explanation.
“She’s a regular here. She comes in at least three times a week. I just - I wanted to reward returning customers. I can pay for it from my tips.” You tell him, knowing that the $1.00 for the extra shot won’t kill you.
“That’s it. I can’t deal with your ‘special treatment’ of customers anymore. You’re fired.” He says with finality.
“Fired? Why?” You argue back, confused and pissed off.
“Because you’re draining my business dry. Go get your shit. You’re done.”
Your shoulders slump, knowing there’s no use in arguing. You are fucked though. Your rent is due tomorrow and this shift was gonna give you the last amount you need to pay it. Taking off your apron, you toss it into the locker before you grab your purse, making your way out of the café when you literally bump into Javi who was making his way to see you. “Oofff. Sorry!” You grunt, stepping back from him. He frowns, glancing at your purse at the café, then back to you.
“Where are you going?" He asks you.
“I am going home. I just got fired.” You shake your head, tears stinging in your eyes from your defeat.
“Fired?” He crinkles his brow and shakes his head. “Why the hell would you be fired? Half the customers in the café come because of you.” He had noticed a lot of the regulars were there because of your sunny attitude and warm smile. The way you remembered their names and made them feel special. You shake your head, give a small shrug and he hates seeing you about to cry. “Come, let me buy you breakfast somewhere else?” He offers. “You shouldn’t drive while you are upset.”
You nod, wanting to give yourself some time to forget about your financial woes. You swallow harshly, letting him guide you towards his car. “Oh wow. It’s - it’s beautiful.” You don’t even want to touch the paint of his bright red Ferrari but he opens the door for you and helps you in. You settle into his car, admiring the pure luxury as he gets into the driver's side. “I’m sorry about this. I’m sure you just wanted to go to your usual place for your coffee.” You tell him as he begins to drive.
“Don’t worry about that.” He shakes his head and tosses you a grin after he stows his laptop bag. “You can be waited on for a bit.” He wants to make you smile, give you a bit of brightness since you are so upset. “Where do you want to eat? Or should I pick? It’s my treat.”
“There’s this cute breakfast place a few blocks away. I used to go there all the time when I first moved here but now I can’t afford it. I mean, I can pay for myself today.” You correct yourself, not wanting him to think you’re taking advantage. You know his offer is still on the table but you are hesitant, not wanting him to think you’re a gold digger.
Javi starts the engine before he looks over at you. “It is just good manners that when a man asks a woman out, he pays for her.” He insists quietly. “Please, let me show you some brightness today.”
You smile, knowing he’s being sincere. “Okay. I appreciate it.” You offer him a soft smile before you look out of the window, trying to stop yourself from staring at him. He’s far too handsome for this to be real. He wants to pay for your school while you go on dates with him. Not even requiring a kiss. It’s too good to be true. He pulls up outside of the restaurant and rushes around to open your door, taking your hand to help you out of the low car. “Thank you.” You say once you’re standing, and your hand tingles from where he’s still holding it.
“You are welcome.” Javi guides you into the café and you are quickly seated in a cute little spot. The place is obviously popular and he grins when he sees mimosas on the menu. That should help you relax and hopefully make you feel a bit better. “I don’t know about you, but I think when you get fired, you should drink mimosas.” He tells you. “With plenty of water so you don’t get dehydrated of course.” He adds with a chuckle. “What do you think? Pomegranate mimosas or Mango Strawberry Bellinis?”
You giggle, “the pomegranate mimosas sound incredible.” You don’t remember the last time you indulged in a brunch and you can’t help but imagine doing this every Sunday with the man in front of you. God, he’s so charming and funny. You know you could easily fall in love with him and that’s what worries you about accepting his offer.
“So…is your offer still on the table?” You ask after you’ve eaten your food. Your belly is full and Javier has been nothing but friendly and so goddamn wonderful.
Javi perks up, wiping his mouth after his last bite and nods. “It is.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the paper he had printed last night. “All of this is negotiable and of course completely up to you, but this is a rough outline of what I meant.” He explains as he hands you the paper.
You stare at the paper after he hands it to you. The total monthly amount is staggering, more than you make in a year. “Javi. This is- this is more than I need for school.” Javi nods, “it’s for school and living. I need you to be available at all times so you won’t be able to get another job. I can pay for your living expenses.” He confirms and you frown, “this is more than what my apartment costs for six months let alone a month. I only live in a studio. I- wow. You’re serious about this?” You ask him, wanting to make sure this isn’t some kind of job.
“Absolutely.” He doesn’t mention that this will allow him to get to know you even better, to dive into the characterization that he wants to mold after you. “I will take you shopping for any dresses you will need, anything that you really want.” He adds, knowing that it will appeal to someone who wants to go to design school.
“Like Pretty Woman? Does that make you Richard Gere?” You joke, knowing this is crazy but you’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity. You’re getting nowhere fast and Javi may be your saving grace. It doesn’t hurt that you’re attracted to him. He chuckles, loving your movie reference. “That makes you Julia Roberts.” He responds with a wink and you lean closer, “just minus the sexy bath…unless you want that.” You tease, keeping your eyes fixed on his.
He bites his lip. Of course he would want the sexy bath scene from Pretty Woman, you are gorgeous. But he would never want to make you uncomfortable. “That would be completely up to you.” He promises. “I meant what I said, I don’t require you to give me anything beyond your time.” He reaches out and takes your hand gently. “I believe in keeping my word.”
You look down at his hand holding yours, a smile appearing on your face when you realize how safe you feel around him. “Okay. Okay. I - I want to do this.” You declare, squeezing his hand and you can’t believe this man is going to change your life.
“Fantastic!” Javi’s smile feels like it’s going to split his face. He lifts your hand and brushes the back of it with his lips, hoping you don’t mind that kind of contact. “Give me your information and I will transfer your monthly allotment right away. Let you get settled.” He lets go of your hand when the check comes and reaches into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out a black credit card.
You have seen a few of those cards in person when rich people would come into the cafe or their assistants would come in to get coffees using their card - that was the most occuring. "Thank you for lunch. It was delicious. I haven't eaten anything that good in a while." You admit, opening your phone to get your bank details for him. It has a pitiful amount in there so you hand it to him, flustered and embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” He catches the look on your face and shakes his head, quickly copying your banking information down so he can transfer the money to you. “I do not judge someone based on how much money they have.” He tells you as he sets up the transfer. “It’s about the type of person they are, and you are beautiful, inside and out.”
You take your phone once he’s gotten what he needs and you smile at his words. “Thank you. I- I know this isn’t - I know this isn’t conventional but I just want to say thank you for doing this. For choosing me.” You stand up, leaning over the table so you can kiss his cheek, brushing your lips against the stubble before you settle back in your chair. “Does this mean I have to call you my sugar daddy?” You tease, trying to calm your racing heart.
Javi chuckles, hitting send and watching the transaction go through. “Now you can.” He promises, sending you a small, playful wink. “Let me know if it’s not enough.” He instructs. “And we will go shopping sometime this week for some outfits for dinners.” He tells you. “This money is for you and your school. When we are together, you don’t even think of paying for anything.”
“I’m sure it’s enough.” You scoff, unsure of why he seems so adamant on giving you more than you need. “Okay. You get final choice on the clothes as I need to know where we are going so I can dress appropriately. I - I just hope I’m up to this.” You tell him.
“You’ll be perfect” he promises you, loving how sincere you are in your emotions.
Javi checks his watch again, dismayed that only another minute had passed. Today is the first time he’s taking you out shopping. A dinner tomorrow night is planned and he’s honestly eager to hear how getting enrolled in school has gone. He plans on spoiling you, manicures and pedicures to start and then finding some perfect outfits.
You rush out of your studio apartment, walking towards Javi’s Ferrari that looks out of place in this part of town. He gets out to open your door, looking a little relieved to see you. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to pick out a nice outfit which seems dumb since we are going shopping but I didn’t want the store workers to look down on me and I- sorry I’m rambling.” You cut yourself off. “Hi Javi.” You say softly, wanting to start again.
“Hi.” He gives you a smile before he glances back at your building with a frown. “Please tell me it’s safe on the inside?” He asks softly. He’s not judgmental, but your neighborhood is rough looking, and he hates to think about you in danger.
“It’s as safe as it can be. Thankfully I haven’t had any issues. It’s been okay. I’ve - it’s all I can afford.” You admit, noticing his frown. “Come on, sugar daddy. Let’s go.” You change the subject, getting into the car before he closes the door.
Javi rushes around the car and climbs in beside you. “I have a wonderful day planned, tresor.” He promises. “We are going to start off with pedicures and manicures.” Starting the car, he shoots you a grin. “Ready?”
You nod, excited as you look down at your nails. You weren’t allowed to wear polish at the cafe because your boss wouldn’t allow it so to be able to get a manicure has you exuberant. He speeds away from your curb , a smile on his face as he drives along the street. When you arrive at the salon, it’s probably the most expensive one you’ve ever seen, polished marble and gold accents everywhere.
“I go here.” Javi admits, flushing slightly. “I like the way they do spa pedicures.” He gets out of the car and walks around the front to open the door for you. “They even serve cocktails while you are in the chair.” He doesn’t admit that he can’t wait to see your feet all polished up and smooth. Never wanting to scare you off. It’s honestly something he’s never admitted to anyone.
You can’t help but grin, excited to try this. You admire the fact that he gets pedicures. Self care is important, no matter who you are. You let him guide you towards two awaiting staff who greet him to showcase that he’s a regular. “Come on sweetie. Let me show you to your chair.” The woman smiles, guiding you over to the plush looking massage chair. You follow her, sending Javier isn’t too far behind you and once you’re seated, she goes over the color choices.
“What do you think I should get?” You ask Javi.
“Whatever color you want.” Javi insists, although his eyes fall on the bright, cherry red that on the display case. “I never get polish.” He tells you with a grin. “I wouldn’t know where to begin on that, but the hot stones are a must.”
You notice his eyes drop to the cherry red. You are here for him after all so that’s the one you pick. “God, that sounds good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a massage of any kind.” You realize how your words sound and you flustered, the ladies giggling and Javi bites his lip to smother his smirk.
“We can arrange a leg massage, dear.” She quips and you nod, “thank you.”
He’s beaming, happy that you chose the color he loves. “We will have to arrange a spa day.” He offers. “Massages and steam rooms, hot stones and acupuncture.” He follows you over two the two chairs they indicated and starts to take off his loafers and roll up his pants. “It is my job to spoil you.”
You don’t argue with him this time, knowing it’s useless because he’s going to spoil you. That’s what sugar daddies are for. “Thank you.” You reach for his hand after you take your shoes off and settle into the chair beside him. He kisses the back of your hand and your heart thumps. “Always, tresor.” He winks and you remind yourself that he isn’t dating you. He just wants company.
Javi can’t help but stare at your feet for just a moment. Beautiful arches and toes. Stunning feet that he wants to touch. “What kind of heels do you prefer, tresora?” He asks as they start to run the hot water for you to soak. “I feel like you would have a favorite shoe.”
You bite your lip, pondering the question for a moment before you have your answer. “Stiletto sandals. Something about them just finishes off a dress. Jimmy Choo does these sandals that are diamond encrusted and God, they are $4000 but so so beautiful. Truly, they are art. Fashion should be art. I also believe affordable, well made and designed fashion should be available to everyone. Not just the rich and famous.”
“That is what you want to design?” He asks curiously, knowing he’s going to buy you that pair of Jimmy Choos. “Affordable fashion?” He’s intrigued by the idea, not that he gave much thought to what his clothes cost, he didn’t care as long as they were comfortable. You nod and he hums. “It sounds good, as long as it is comfortable.” He tells you with a smile. “I hate clothes that you can’t wait to strip off because they are uncomfortable.”
“I want a lot of things.” You confess while soaking your feet. “I want to design affordable, sustainable fashion, but I also want to design costumes. That’s my ultimate dream. To be a costume designer for the big movies? It’s why I moved out here. My ex said I was an idiot to chase my dream. Refused to move with me from our small town so I moved alone and I am glad I did. It’s been a struggle but if you don’t have a dream, what do you have?”
“Yes, yes!” Javi bobbles his head excitedly. “Exactly! You must have dreams.” He squeezes your hand where he is still holding it, almost forgetting he had been until that moment. “My family thought I was crazy to want to make movies, when we had…the family business, but I didn’t want that life.” He’s going to tell you, he just wants to wait a little longer before he tells you all about the family skeletons in his closet. “My ex could not stand leaving our island, so I had to make a choice.” He gives a small shrug. “So I am here, with you right at this moment. And I don’t regret it.”
You realize he’s still holding your hand and you fluster, gently taking your hand from his grip. “Where are you from?” You ask with sincere curiosity.
“Mallorca. It’s a beautiful island. You’d love it. Beaches, beautiful blue sea, little villages. It’s my home.” He grins, clearly still in love with his homeland.
“I’d love to go.” You sigh dreamily, imagining you and him walking along the beach hand in hand.
“You will. One day.” He vows, knowing he’d take you there tomorrow if you’d let him. You try to not believe him, knowing this arrangement isn’t forever.
“God, this feels good.” You moan when you put your feet in the hot water. “I’ve missed having a bath. My apartment only has a shower and my parents house has a bath so I’d soak a lot. Miss that.” You sigh, wiggling your toes.
Javi shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. The idea he had when he saw your building solidified even more in his mind. “Move in with me.” He blurts out. “I have more than enough room, you could have your own suite with a soaker tub.” He assures you, not wanting you to think he expected you to sleep in his bed. “My house is gated and there’s a security system. I’m going to worry about your safety in that building”
Your eyes widen at his request and you are surprised by the suddenness of him wanting you to live in his home. He barely knows you outside of you serving him coffee. “I- you want me to- Javi. It’s - it’s too much.” You shake your head and he squeezes your hand again.
“Please. I want to take care of you. I don’t want to worry every night about your safety, tresor.” You stare into those dark eyes, knowing that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, your pride and stubbornness can’t prevent you from enjoying this luxurious blip in your life.
“Okay.” You smile, “okay. I’ll move in.”
He blinks, having anticipated you turning him down or needing to think about it. “Great!” Javi breaks out into a relieved grin. “That is great, we can have you things moved in and you can decorate however you want. There is a bed in there already but you might want your own.” He rushes out. “We can get you a lock for the door if it makes you feel more secure. Plus I have a pool and a movie theater and all of Nic Cage’s movies.”
His enthusiasm makes you giggle. “I trust you Javi. I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. You have a good heart, I can tell. As for the Nic Cage movies, I want to watch Con Air first. You are - you’re my fairy godmother, Javi. My saving grace. I just - I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”
He beams, grinning at you like you just handed him his favorite ice cream. “Just study hard and create your fashion line.” He insists, winking at you. “And let me spoil you before you are bored at social events and have to kick me to keep me awake.” He jokes happily.
You chuckle, "I will have to think of new ways to keep you awake." Your teasing makes him bite his lip and the urge to kiss this sexy, goofy, generous man is almost overwhelming but your pedicure distracts you when she begins to massage your foot. "Oh shit. That feels good." You moan, unable to stop yourself.
Javi’s cock twitches in his pants and he looks down to watch as the technician expertly massages your foot. Biting down harder on his lip as your toes curl and he loves the little whimper that you can’t help. “Feels good, tresor?” He hums, his throat suddenly dry and he barely even feels his own technician start to massage his foot.
You nod, eyes closing as you lean back in the seat. “So good.” You enjoy the massage, not noticing the dark look in Javi’s eyes. You relax fully, letting yourself enjoy the experience and soon, the tech is painting your nails the bright cherry red Javi liked. “You like the color?” You ask him, wanting him to be happy with it. You are his now to dress up. Almost like a real life barbie doll.
“Perfect.” Javi’s voice is a little rough and he covers it by taking a sip of his drink, noticing that you had finished yours as well. “Do you want another drink while they do the manicure?” He asks, willing to give you whatever you want. His eyes are still watching as the lady expertly applies the polish and places the curing light over your bluffed and scrapped toes.
"I'll have a water if that's okay?" You ask, knowing that you've had quite a few drinks and he is looking more and more kissable with each moment that passes. You can't believe a woman didn't want to be with this man and returned to their homeland. She must've been insane. He nods, "of course, tresora." You are soon seated for your manicure, deciding to go with the same color since Javi seems to love it.
Javi is seated next to you, grinning at the array of options you are being presented with and you turn to him to see what he approves of. “If you want the nails instead of a manicure, you can do that too.” He insists as his own technician starts to work on his cuticles. In horrible shape after biting his nails while working on the script. “You decide.”
You bite your lip, considering it, and you have never had long nails before, always keeping them short for work. You look at your hand and then back at the tech. "Let's do it. I want some claws." You joke, making her giggle, and she gets to work on your cuticles. "How often do you come here?" You ask Javi as he sits next to you at his own station.
“For me? At least once a month.” He says, looking over at you. “It helps keep me from biting my nails for a bit.” He grimaces and holds up the hand the technician isn’t working on. “Until I start again.” He rolls his eyes and lays his hand back down. “They insist twice a month might be better but I always feel slightly intimidated coming in by myself.” He looks around and leans in to lower his voice. “A lot of women wonder what the hell I am doing here.”
You scoff, "they shouldn't. They should be impressed that a man is taking pride in his appearance. My ex would barely shower, let alone get a pedicure. God, he would never ever get that and his feet-" You shudder at the memory. "I think it's great that you take care of yourself. It shows." You wink at him.
He can’t help but preen slightly, having gone a long time without a compliment from a beautiful woman. “Tell me tresor, what attracted you to this ex?” He asks curiously. Both for himself and for the character he was molding after you. “It seems like he did not have much to appeal to.”
You shake your head, "I was younger. Right out of high school and he was the star footballer. I was honored that he was even talking to me. We got together, he was my first everything. I was very awkward in high school, I didn't go to dances or on dates. I just studied and worked hard to get into college. I was going to leave for college the summer I met Jason but I stayed because my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer and Jason, he was there for me while my dad went through treatment. So I stayed and before I knew it, it was years later. I settled and one day, I woke up and decided that it was enough. It was time to chase my dream. So I told Jason and he said he didn't want to go with me so I left him. After I got here, I found out he'd been cheating on me with the girl who worked in the bar we would go to." You roll your eyes, "I wasn't sad when I heard that. I was relieved that I'd made the right choice."
“He was an imbecile.” Javi scoffs, shaking his head. “Although I am glad he didn’t come with you. So I could meet you and you would accept my idea.” He flashes you a smile. “Tell me about school. You must be excited to get started.”
You've never had a man so interested in your interests. Jason would just sweet talk you until you'd let him fuck you. Even if the man barely managed to make you cum. "I am so excited. It's all I've wanted to do since I arrived in L.A. I have my orientation next week since the semester starts soon and I am so freaking excited to be working with the professors. Some of them were costume designers."
“That is good.” Javi nods, sending you a smile. “When we are at dinner, you should make contacts. We will be meeting with a lot of important people. It will be good to know them when you are ready.” He hadn’t really thought of that before, but Nic had assured him that the way is paved in people who know people. “It could be a perfect starting point for your career as a costume designer yourself.”
You know he’s right. If he’s meeting producers and big movie execs, it could be your chance to get a foot into the door. “Seriously Javi, I don’t know how to thank you.” You tell him and he shakes his head.
“Enough thanking me. Just enjoy yourself.” He urges and you nod, letting yourself relax again. Once your nails are done, you show them to an awaiting Javi who grins and takes your hand to kiss the back of it. “Stunning.” He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and you fluster when the woman says “you make such a beautiful couple.”
He can see your hesitancy, unsure of how to answer since the two of you are not ‘together’ in the traditional sense. Instead of explaining to someone who will be seeing you again, Javi just smiles. “I am a lucky man, aren’t I?” He coos, kissing your hand again. “She’s beautiful, smart and one day - she will be a renowned Hollywood costume designer.” He tells her with absolute certainty before he lets go of your hand so he can pay for the spa trip. He handles the bill and pulls out cash to tip them. “I learned from you that cash in tips was better than adding it to the bill.” He credits you with a grin.
You grin back, proud that you have influenced him like that. Sometimes people with money can forget the small things in favor of convenience and you know it’s hard to adapt to helping people. “Come on, it’s shopping time then lunch.” Javi declares once you’re all paid up, his hand in yours as he guides you back to his car, opening the door for you.
Javi drives you over to Rodeo Drive, expecting that you would appreciate the irony of the Pretty Woman famous scene. “Where would you want to start?” He asks as he pulls into the valet station.
You are in awe of Rodeo Drive, having only driven past it on your way to somewhere else, and your eyes widen as you think about where you want to go first. You take Javi's hand as he ushers the valet away after he opens your door, wanting to be the one to help you out of the car. "Can we go to Carolina Herrera?" You ask, wanting to go for good quality classics.
“We can go wherever you want.” He promises as he starts to guide you towards the storefront you wanted. “Every shop here, if you wish.” He doesn’t have any limit on what he’s willing to buy you and he can have it delivered to his house if you buy too much to fit in the car. “Shall we see what their newest lines have out?”
You practically squeal, unable to believe you're even going into the store let alone actually trying something on. You feel a little underdressed as you walk in the store, the assistant stepping forward to greet Javi, her eyes immediately noticing his clothes, shoes, and Rolex. "How can I help you, sir?"
“My beautiful tresor wishes to browse and see if there is anything that interests her.” He tells the woman with a warm smile directed towards you, followed up by a small wink. “Whatever she wants.”
The woman's eyes flick over to you and she can immediately sense that you haven't been in a store like this before. "Very well. What are you looking for?" She asks you.
"Dresses. Uh, evening wear." You tell her, "preferably want silk or cotton. Sweetheart neckline or square suits me best. Nothing too short. A slit in the leg would be appropriate and I want it to be fitted once I find something I like. Do you have tailoring services?" You ask, knowing you sound a little demanding but this is your element, you know your stuff and it shows when the woman widens her eyes.
"Yes. Yes ma'am. Would you like to follow me to the dressing rooms and I will pick some options that I think will work for you."
You glance back at Javi, "you coming with me? I need a second opinion."
Javi nods, happy you want him to be a part of the process and follows you back towards the very luxurious dressing rooms. There is a large area in front of the rooms and comfortable seating for guests as they wait. “You know what you want.” He hums when the sales associate rushes off to start pulling dresses. “I find that admirable. I just choose what catches my eye when I am shopping for myself.”
“I know what works for me. All part of the design. The fabric. It all works to make you look good. It’s not about the size, it’s about the structure. Some things you’ll need to go two sizes up in and people hate that idea but if it fits you right, you’ll look even better and no one will know the size except for you.” You explain, watching the woman bring the dresses in.
“Take a seat sir. Ma’am. This is your dressing room.” She escorts you into the large room and you pick the beautiful red dress that matches your nails.
“I want to try that one first.” You tell her and she nods, “very good choice.” Once you’re in the dress, she guides you out so you can look in the mirror and show Javi.
You take Javi’s breath away when you step out, standing and clearing his throat as he moves towards you. “You look….magnificent.” He decides, looking you up and down. “Those shoes you were talking about would make it perfect.” His cock twitches at the idea and he nods. “Yes, absolutely yes.” He insists. “You must get this one.”
He takes your hand and spins your around and the price tag is under your arm. You let go of his hand so you can look at the tag. “Javi. This is - this is more than a year’s rent for my place.” You shake your head at him, knowing he is gonna argue.
“Don’t worry about that.” Javi shrugs off the price. “Only be concerned about liking it or not. If you don’t like it, don’t get it. However, I can afford it.” He doesn’t tell you he can afford a closet full of them, knowing you will feel like you are greedy. “All I care about is you being happy.”
You can’t help it. You surge forward to press your lips to his cheek. “Thank you. I- I can’t say thank you enough.” The woman watches in fascination and understanding about what is going on between you and Javi. “Can I try the black one on next?” You ask.
Javi grins and rubs his cheek gently where you kissed it. “Try on all of them.” He urges. “I’m sure our associate won’t mind the commission.”
The woman nods enthusiastically. “Not at all. Come on ma’am, let’s show you what else is available.” She guides you back into the changing room and you come back out in the black dress. It’s tighter than the first and hits mid thigh. You want to tug it down as you walk out to the mirror. “I think this one is too short.”
“If you are not comfortable in it, then don’t get it.” Javi agrees, making the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. Most men who come in to buy women clothing want it to be as short and as tight as possible. To flaunt the beautiful woman they have on their arms. “We have other dresses that are similar in style but come to the knee.” She offers, wanting to make sure her commission is as big as possible.
“Let’s try that. It looks beautiful on you but I want you to be comfortable.” You offer him a sweet smile and the woman guides you back to the dressing room and tells you she will get the longer one. After several outfit changes, you decide on a few dresses you think will work for any dinners you need to attend with Javi. He doesn’t let you come with him to pay, telling you to decide where else you want to go, and he arranges to have the clothes sent to his house. “Shoes next.” He tells you, guiding you into Jimmy Choo after you decide where to go.
Javi’s eyes light up when he sees the elegant heels in every type of style and color. This is what he had personally been looking forward to. “Where are the ones you were talking about?” He asks, looking around at all the possibilities. “You must try them on and see how they live up to your expectations.”
You bite your lip, knowing you can just try them on and not buy them. You glance around and spot them in the back, a light on them to showcase the sparkle. You gasp, walking over to them, and you swear you’ve never seen something so beautiful. “Wow.” You whisper, half tempted to touch them.
“May I help you?” Someone who is obviously a store manager rushes towards you, protective over the shoes and Javi smirks.
“Yes, we would like to have my beautiful lady try on these shoes.” He rattled off your shoe size to the woman, having guessed perfectly. “And any other that catches her eyes. Including those.” He adds, pointing to the black four inch strappy heels that had caught his own eye. “I will help her put them on.”
Your heart thumps at that, anxious to feel his touch any way you can before he gets bored of you. You know it would be easy to give in and fuck him but you want to know him first. You are escorted over to the seat and the store manager rushes off to get the shoes you are in love with.
Chuckling quietly, he kneels down in front of you and reaches for your left ankle. “I believe we may have made their day.” He teases as he slides the sandal you are currently wearing off. Caressing the delicate bone on your ankle and pressing firmly on your heel like the pedicurist had earlier.
You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips and you watch him as he caresses your ankle. The moment is soon interrupted when the store manager comes back over with the boxes and takes out the most expensive shoes you’ve ever seen. “I’ll put them on.” Javi reminds her, taking the shoe and he undoes the strap before he grabs your ankle, sliding your foot into the shoe. You’re breathless, both from his touch and the shoes as he does the strap up.
Javi can’t help but make sure he touches as much of you as he can. Cock twitching and hardening in his pants as he slides the shoes on and straps them to your feet. They look gorgeous and he already knows that he’s buying them for you. Just as long as they fit right. He does the other one and looks up at you. “Time to see how they feel.”
You hesitantly stand up, unable to believe how tall the shoes are and you wobble a little before you find your footing. “Oh wow.” You look down at the shoes, in awe of the design and craftsmanship. “What do you think?” You ask Javi.
“They look magnificent.” Javi breathes out, loving the way they look on you. “How do they feel? Walk around in them so you can tell.” He orders gently. He’s wanting them for you. Maybe you will wear them often for him. He would love it.
You take a tentative step before you start to walk, confident in your strides as you admire the shoes in the mirror. You walk back over to Javi who is standing. “They are surprisingly comfortable as far as heels go.” You tell him, smiling from ear to ear at the beautiful shoes.
“Fantastic.” He turns to the manager. “We will take them.” He tells her with a decisive nod. “We will probably add more, but these for sure.”
You bite your lip, knowing better than to argue with him now. You smile at him, “thank you.” You reach out to squeeze his hand before you sit down to take them off.
“Let me.” He insists, kneeling down to undo the strap, his fingers caressing you as he removes the shoe before moving on to the other. Seven pairs of shoes later, you thank him with another kiss on the cheek. “Bag shopping next.” He winks, certain that he’s going to spoil you.
“Javi.” You admonish but let him guide the way. A Chanel purse, Gucci purse and Hermés clutch later, you’re passing by Cartier. “No jewelry.” You say before he can say anything.
Javi sighs, sending you pout. “Not even a pair of simple diamond studs?” He ventures, knowing they would look exquisite in your ears. He wants to make sure you feel like the most stunning woman in the room, because you are. Plus you are so gracious and sweet, not taking a single moment of today for granted. Your kisses on his cheeks burn and he wishes it were his lips.
“No!” You playfully slap his arm. “Not even studs. Seriously, you’ve spent more than enough on me today. I need this stuff to impress your associates but I don’t need new everything.” You rub his shoulder, knowing he wants to spoil you but you won’t go to extremes. “I wouldn’t mind a nap though.” You yawn, exhausted from the shopping trip.
You had eaten lunch hours before and Javi is honestly reluctant to leave you, wanting to spend more time with you. “I can drop you at your studio and say goodnight if you wish.” He offers softly. “Or I can show you my house. Show you where you are going to live.”
“Okay. I would like that.” You nod, “you tell me. This is your show, Javi.” You offer softly, wanting him to tell you what he wants since he’s paying you to spend your time with him. It doesn’t feel like that though. That’s what scares you. This feels so real and you are pushing down the fact that you want it to be real. However, it isn’t. He’s paying you to spend time with him and you have to remember that.
“Just because I am paying to spend time with you doesn’t mean I get to monopolize all of it.” Javi rationalizes. “Whenever you are tired of me or you want to spend time alone or with your friends, you just let me know.” He doesn’t want to smother you, not at all. “We can explore your new house only if you want, perhaps you want to nap there? While I attempt dinner?” He shoots you a grin. “I’m not the best cook, but I am learning.”
Your heart melts at his crooked grin and you slide your hand down to squeeze his hand. “You’re too sweet, Jav. I want to see your home. I want to spend time with you. You might be my sugar daddy but I want to spend time with you, even if you weren’t paying me. I’ve always liked you.” You confess, “I can cook. I’m a good cook. What do you want for dinner?”
His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose. “How about you make me your favorite food?” He asks. “What do you call it here? Comfort food?” He grins. “I would like to see what you consider a comfort beyond long baths and foot massages.” His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose in delight.
You chuckle, “oh boy. You’re in for some good food baby. I make a mean mac and cheese and fried chicken. I’ll see what you have at your house and then I can go get what I need for the meal.” You are excited to see what he thinks of your cooking. You want to pay him back in some small way for what he is doing for you.
His heart skips a beat when you call him baby. He sighs playfully and rubs his belly. “Be careful you don’t feed me too well.” He jokes. “Otherwise I will be passed out beside you for a nap too!” He chuckles and motions towards the valet stand. “Shall we go and explore? We can always have the groceries delivered while you are checking out the house. And the movie theater.” He adds happily.
You grin, “that sounds like a plan. Where do you order your groceries from? I can pay for-” He cuts you off with a disappointed look and you sigh, “right. Not paying for anything. Let me order what I need then.” You take his phone with the grocery delivery app and order what you need before you hand it back to him. “This is so bizarre. Ordering groceries online. I usually go to the store to save on a delivery fee.”
“I know it sounds pretentious, but I look at it like I can help someone. Delivering groceries is someone’s job, so they might as well do it for me.” He flushes slightly. “Plus I get so confused in the stores. None of them are set up the same!” He huffs. “I just don’t understand.”
You have never thought of it that way. You admire Javi’s lack of pretentiousness. “Trust me, you aren’t pretentious. You are the opposite. I’ve met people who are insane. They literally have zero consideration for anyone ‘below’ them. Maybe we can go to the grocery store and I can show you around.” You tease, knowing you’d like how domestic that is.
“I would like that.” He guides you towards the valet stand, one arm loaded down with bags. You had purchased quite a bit, but most of the clothes will be delivered tomorrow after they are tailored. The handbags and shoes are with the two of you though. He hates letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket for the valet ticket, handing it to the attendant.
The attendant brings his car around and you watch Javi insist on putting the bags in the miniature front trunk. You get into the passenger seat and Javi takes your hand once you’re on the road again. “Thank you for today. I never imagined going into any store on Rodeo Drive let alone actually buying something in one…kind of.” You chuckle.
Javi chuckles quietly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, tresor.” He murmurs. “It shouldn’t be too much longer until we are home.” The car is quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the rumble of the engine. The silence is peaceful, not tense or uncomfortable. Getting off at his exit, Javi turns into the street and goes down until he is turning into a gated driveway. “This is it.” He murmurs as the steel gate starts to slowly swing open after reading his car fob.
Your eyes widen as he pulls up to the bona fide mansion. It might not be as big as some of the residences in L.A but it’s beautiful. Mediterranean and posh without being ostentatious. “Javi. This - wow. It’s gorgeous.” You gasp, eyes darting all over the place as you take in his home.
“I was very happy to have found it.” It is smaller than his home in Spain, but it suited him better. Less unpleasant memories within these walls. He parks in front of the house and climbs out of the car, making sure he helps you out again before he retrieves your bags. The grin on his face is wide and he’s proud as he walks you up to the door and enters the code, not bothering to shield you from it since you will live here too. He swings the door open and gestures for you to enter. “Welcome, tresor.”
You enter the house, your jaw dropping at the ornate yet modern decor. It says something understated yet expensive about the home. “Javi. This is - you seriously want me to live here?” You ask, unable to believe that you could live here instead of your shitty studio. Part of you wonders when he will get bored and force you out and another part of you decides to take the risk. When will you ever get a chance like this again?
“Yes I do.” He closes the door behind him, the cool rush of the air washing over both of you. “It is not as grand as the estate in Mallorca, but I prefer this one.” He admits. “Although I do miss living right on the ocean.” He couldn’t find a house he wanted on the coast, this one fitting his needs better than those. “We do, however, have a great pool. I love to swim. Do you?” It was a question he never asked you before and he was curious.
“Yes. I love to swim. I just haven’t had a chance to lately. I- God. I’d love to be able to swim in a pool and just spend the day relaxing.” You sigh.
“Your wish is my command.” Javi smiles at you and you fluster, reminding yourself that you no longer have a job.
“Javi. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for this.”
“Don’t thank me.” Javi ducks his head and flushes slightly. “You’ve been polite and kind to me from the day I walked into the café.” He reminds you. “Not just for the tips, either. You deserve to have your dreams come true.”
You grin, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “To see truly who you are, the kind man you endeavor to be, it makes it impossible to not want to be here with you, Javi.” You answer honestly and immediately Javi knows that has to go into his script. It’s so sincere and polite. He loves it. “I will stay as long as you need me.” You promise, knowing you can keep figuring this good fortune or you can enjoy it.
Javi beams, motioning for you to walk into the house more. “So there is another master suite here, called an ‘in-law suite’?” He cocks his head, unfamiliar with the term in English but motions you towards the hallway off the living room. “It has French doors out to the deck and pool, and its own bathroom. Plus a large closet and sitting area. I think that will be your room if you like it. Giving you plenty of privacy and space.”
“A mother-in-law suite.” You explain, “usually for your mother or your wife’s mother. It’s a lot but I want to see it.” You tell him, happy to please him. You want him to be happy and if having you here makes him happy, then you’ll be satisfied. “Let’s go see it.” You take his hand so he can guide you through the large home.
Leading the way, Javi guides you down the hallway to a large door. The ceilings are high and the doorways are taller than average, giving the space an even grander feel. He opens the door with a flourish. “It’s furnished but anything can be changed to your taste.” He promises, revealing the suite that he images you living in.
You want to scoff at him, it’s insane for him to think that you don’t want the furniture that already comes with the suite. It’s beautiful and luxurious. “It’s gorgeous. I don’t want to change a thing.” You promise, squeezing his hand as you glance around the room again.
He sets the bags down on the bed and starts moving around the room. Showing off the various features and grinning when he comes to the door that holds the en-suite. “The closet is off the bathroom.” He explains as he opens the door. “Will this work?”
You can’t help the scoff of disbelief. “Will this work? Fuck. This is- I never imagined I’d ever step foot in a place like this. You are incredible and I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Thank you so much for choosing me.” You tell him, honestly and amazed that he picked you.
“There’s no one else I would have chosen.” He means that. No one, not even Gabriella, had appealed to him so much. It’s why you are his muse. “Let’s look at the rest of the house.” He offers. “The pool is just beyond those doors.”
You grin and nod, excited to see the rest of the home and he guides you out of the large French doors to the expansive lagoon-esque pool. Your eyes widen at the beauty of it and you grin, “I can’t wait to go swimming in it. Oh God. This is amazing.” You squeal, loving the pool.
“I understand completely.” Javi agrees. “I swim every morning.” He hopes that maybe you will swim with him, but if you don’t, that’s okay too. “There’s an area to entertain, you can bring friends over if you want.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to ask, this is your home too now.
You appreciate the sentiment and you rub his shoulder, “thank you. I am - this is more than I could ever ask for.” You wish you could be more but you agreed to the terms and you’ll stick to them. “When’s the first dinner? I’ll need to do my hair.” You touch your head, knowing you want to look your best for your first outing with him.
He gives you a small smile. “Tomorrow night.” He offers. “It’s a director and the head of the last studio that produced mine and Nic’s movie. They have the first option on my screenplay and want to see what I have so far.” It reminds him that he needs to polish the pages he’s bringing. “I should probably go work on it now.” He admits reluctantly.
“I’ll be ready. You go get ready. You can do it.” You nod, watching him go after he offers you a smile and you glance around the room, amazed that he wants you to be here living in his luxury.
A day later, you are figuring out how to do your hair for the red dress you’re going to wear and you walk into Javier’s study. Nearly accustomed to his life and his home after your things were delivered, you knock hesitantly before entering after he calls for you to come in. “How should I do my hair?” You ask, wanting to look your best for him.
Javi looks up from the portion of the script he has printed out and bound, checking it one last time. He smiles as you walk in and flips the pages close, setting it down on his desk as he stands up. You had gone to get your hair done today and he thinks it looks amazing. “You can wear it however you wish, tresor.” He insists. “It looks good as it is right now.”
You nod, “okay. I just want to make sure it’s okay. I want to make a good impression.” You pat your hair down and look at Javi, who looks so handsome sitting in the sunlight, the sun picking up the highlights in his hair. “I’ll go do my makeup and get dressed. Would you mind putting my shoes on when I’m done?” You ask him, biting your lip after and you know that he will say yes.
“Absolutely, yes!” He lights up with a grin. The idea of putting shoes on you again has his cock twitching. “Are you going to wear your favorite Jimmy Choos?” He asks, imagining putting those shoes on your pretty feet again. He knows they will look stunning on you with your dress and your make-up and hair done.
“Yes. They go with the dress and honestly? I’d wear them around the house if I could. I love them so much.” You are grinning when you tell him that, loving that you can wear something so extravagant because of the man in front of you. “I don’t know how to thank you Javi.” You tell him and he shakes his head.
“You don’t have to. Stop.” He says adamantly and you nod, agreeing to stop and just enjoy this experience before it ends. Walking off, you are on a mission to impress tonight. Javi has to get his money's worth. After a while, you walk into his study to find him wearing a gorgeous navy blue suit and tie. Shit, he looks gorgeous. Enough to make you get down on your knees and - “Tresor.” He turns to look at you, his eyes comically wide now he sees the complete look, minus the shoes.
“Would you mind?” You ask, holding up the heels.
You are stunning, it’s all he can think as he nods and motions you over to the sofa that is in his study. More beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, Javi would get down on his knees and bury his head between your thighs right now if you were to let him. To hell with the meeting. Instead, he kneels down and takes one of your heels into his thigh, hoping you don’t notice that he is rapidly starting to get hard. His fingers press on the inside of your arches and he can’t help but caress your foot. “You look exactly as I thought you would.” He murmurs huskily. “Perfect, tresor, completely breathtaking.” He explains.
You look into his eyes, your heart thumping as his fingers gently caress your ankle bone as he buckles the strap. It takes your breath away how tenderly he does it. His touch sends tingles up your spine and you keep your eyes on him as he caresses your foot, not rushing onto the other shoe. “Thank you.” You murmur, feeling like you’re about to faint from how good it feels, just a simple touch from him.
Javi nods, eyes dark and he gives you a small smirk. “Of course, tresor.” He murmurs, loving the way he can touch you right now. He’s not rushing this because every second he gets to feel you like this is one he wants to treasure. “I hope you enjoy tonight.” He offers, reluctantly setting your first foot down gently before he picks up the other. “I hope you enjoy every night.”
You exhale shakily, “if I’m with you, I will.” You promise, watching him put the other shoe on. You shiver when his fingers brush your skin and you want to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper, “are you ready to go?” You ask, not wanting to be late to his important meeting.
He stands and brushes down the front of his suit nervously. “Do I look okay?” He asks before he holds his hand out to you. “I was going for successful, but not overly proud.” He admits as he helps you up from the sofa. He wants to tug you close and mess up your lipstick, but he doesn’t dare.
You want to tug on his lapel to pull him close so you can kiss his lips but instead, you nod your head, caressing his jacket before you adjust his collar once you’re standing. “You look perfect. Oh woah.” You wobble slightly as you find your balance. His arms shift so he can grab onto your waist, helping you keep upright. “Thank you.” You look at him, realizing how close you are to him.
Javi inhales sharply, wanting to tug you closer. Seeming like a moment is passing between the two of you, something in the air. He feels his entire body tighten and he forces himself to relax, to let it pass. Smiling softly, his eyes drop to your lips for just a moment before they flicker back up to your eyes. “You’re welcome.” He whispers and then a moment later, ‘shall we go?”
“Let’s go.” You insist, again, not wanting him to be late. You let him guide you to the front door before he stops you. “Wait. I have something for you.” He announces. Rushing off, he comes back a few moments later with a velvet box. “What is that?” You frown, curious and apprehensive. “Open it.” He insists, handing it over to you. You look at him before you open it, a gasp escaping your lips as you look at the beautiful diamond necklace. “Javi. You shouldn’t - it’s too much.” You shake your head, closing the box before you try to hand it back to him.
“Please?” Javi isn’t above pleading, biting his lip and opening the box instead of taking it from you. “It will look perfect around your neck and I want you to have it. It was made for you.” He murmurs, making sure that he tacks on just a touch of guilt. He wants to give you all the beautiful things. “You didn’t let me buy you jewelry before, but…I couldn’t resist.”
You give in for a moment, nodding so he can fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushing your skin and it makes you hum. When his hands caress your upper shoulders, he guides you over to the mirror so you can see. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach up to touch the necklace, almost scared to caress it. “Javi. I really can’t accept this. It’s too much.” You shake your head.
“You really are a terrible sugar baby.” He teases, making you giggle and fluster. “I just don’t want to take advantage. I’m not a gold digger.”
“You cannot be a gold digger if you are not asking for anything.” Javi reminds you, reaching out and brushing your collar bone. “Tresor, I am wealthy beyond what you can imagine.” He admits softly. “I could give you whatever you want and it would not break me.”
You meet his eyes in the mirror, a soft smile on your face at his words and you stare at him. “I don’t just want your money.” You confess, turning so you can cup his cheek, “I want to know you. I want to be what you need.” You want him for more than just his money. You want him.
Javi’s eyes flutter slightly and he can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. “You are what I need.” He tells you gently. “Exactly what I need. And I - this is always on your terms.” He promises. “I never want more than you are willing to give me.”
You lower your hand, heart thumping in your chest, and you remind yourself that you are here for his dinners and nothing more. He doesn’t really want more. “I know. Let me get my clutch and we can go so you aren’t late.” You tell him, patting his chest and you walk away before you do anything stupid like kiss him.
His shoulders slump slightly, wishing that you had wanted something more than your current arrangement, but he is a man of his word. He will not push you for more. Instead, he grabs the script excerpts and follows after you, keeping his eyes on the sway of your hips and wonders how he is going to keep from telling you what he really wants. “Okay, dinner.” He smiles when he reaches your side again and darts forward to open the door to let you out of the house. “After you, tresor.”
You are soon driving in the car, your hand still tingling from him helping you into the car. He looks at you from time to time as he drives to the restaurant. Your heart thumps and you look away from him when you arrive at the restaurant. He ushers the valet away so he can open the door for you, making you grin as you take his hand letting him guide you into the restaurant. “You’ll help me?” You ask, suddenly nervous to meet all of these people.
“Of course.” He is nervous as well, but having a hand on your back helps calm him down. It seems to center him. “It will be great.” His hand stays in place when you both approach the hostess stand and he gives the name of the producer that the reservations had been placed under. “This way, Mr. Gutierrez.” The host nods and turns to guide you through the restaurant to a private room in the back, away from the crowds and speculative eyes. “Here we go.” He murmurs in your ear quietly.
You exhale shakily, nodding as you make your way into the private room, smiling at the men surrounding the table, a couple of women are there too and you are glad it’s not a jolly boys club tonight. Javi guides you over to the table as the men stand, reaching for his hand. “And who is this stunning creature you have with you tonight, Gutierrez?” He asks, his eyes trailing along your form.
Javi introduces you to the producer by your name, smiling proudly at you. “This is Austin Taylor.” He tells you. “He is the producer to work with.” That part is slightly exaggerated but he’s learned how the game needs to be played by Nic. A little schmoozing goes a long way. Looking back over at Austin, he introduces both of you to the others at the table and invites the two of you to sit down.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You say after you sit down, Javi seated beside you and you reach for his hand, knowing that this is the reason why you’re here. You are nervous, squeezing his hand under the table as you try to calm down and act how you’re being paid to act.
Javi listens as the chatter continues around the two of you before the server comes up and asks for the drink orders. Austin orders a bottle for the table and Javi nods his approval, knowing that it’s a good vintage. After they walk away, he turns to Javi. “So how is the script coming along?” He asks, tearing off a chunk of his bread roll and popping it into his mouth.
Javi grins, looking over at you since you are largely responsible for his creativity with the character. “It’s coming along great!” He picks up the pages he had put together to hand Austin. “I’ve brought you a few pages to read. To get a feel for the characters.”
You bite your lip as Austin reads through the pages, humming and narrowing his eyes at each word. You’re nervous for Javi and you watch as Austin sets the book down. “I love it.” He reveals with a grin. “Wow. This character. She is - it’s beautiful. You can clearly see the admiration and attraction for her and it’s - you gotta keep writing this Jav. I just think it is missing something…” Austin trails off, “she needs more sex appeal. I want Bond Girl sex appeal.”
“Bond girl sex appeal.” Javi mulls it over and turns to look at you, since you are the basis for the character. He takes in your sexy dress and thinks about the heels that you are wearing. His cock twitches and he nods. “I can see it.” He murmurs, turning back to the other man. “I will have her be a fashion designer. Sexy clothes and lofty appeal.”
You fluster slightly when his dark eyes meet yours. You reach out to touch Javi’s arm, knowing that he needs to be reassured in this situation. He needs to be confident in his writing, in his script. “We need a sexy actress for the role. Someone beautiful. Someone men want to fuck but can’t have. We will start brainstorming. An actress who looks like your beautiful date here.” Austin winks at you.
The pride Javi feels at your beauty being acknowledged makes his chest puff out slightly. “My tresor is a one of a kind beauty.” He tells Austin, reaching for your hand. “We can try to find someone as beautiful, but I fear that we will always fall short.”
You fluster, looking around the table as you try to not read much into Javi’s words. You squeeze his hand, recovering and you offer him a soft smile. “I am certain you will find someone that will fit your needs.” Austin nods at you, “and you seem to fit Javi’s criteria. I’ve never seen him look so smitten. You’ve certainly inspired his writing.” He winks, patting the script. The waiter comes over with the wine, letting Austin sample once it’s opened before he begins to pour a good measure into everyone’s glass. “To new ventures.” Austin toasts and everyone clinks glasses. Javi meeting your eyes as your glasses touch. “So Javi…tell me how you met this extravagant creature.” Austin asks once the meal has been served.
He is not ashamed of how the two of you met. However, you had both agreed that to others, it would be best if it seemed as if it were a traditional relationship. So people would not assume the worst of you, think you are a call girl or anything like that. “We met in a café.” He answers honestly. “She served me the friendliest cup of coffee that I’d had since I had been in the States and I was immediately drawn to her.” He glances over at you with a soft smile. “I kept coming back every single day to see her, until she finally agreed to be mine.”
You guess that he is technically right. You are his. You smile back at Javi, nodding as you keep your eyes fixed on his. “It didn’t take that long. Who could resist a handsome face like that?” You coo, reaching up to cup his cheek before you rub your thumb over that lower lip that has been driving you crazy. “I certainly couldn’t. He’s far too sexy and sweet for me to say no. It was an instant attraction.” You aren’t lying, knowing that you could easily fall for Javi, probably have, if you’re truly being honest with yourself.
Javi beams, kissing the tip of your thumb and wishing you meant those words. It would be so easy with you. You fit him and he wants nothing more for it to be real. Instead he looks back at Austin with a small smile. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “You get us talking about our relationship and we will just moon at each other.” He tells the other man with a shrug. “Being in love does that.”
Your heart pounds and you want to pull him close and press your lips to his but you don’t. Instead, you just lean in to kiss his cheek before you settle back in your seat. “You’ve found a good one, Jav. Hopefully she will continue to inspire you. You have a great future in this town.” Austin promises and you are so pleased for Javier.
The dinner goes well, Austin promising to speak to the director and producers for the project and you are soon leaving. “Please bring this beautiful woman with you to the next dinner. She’s a delight.” He grins, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His hand is low on your back, barely caressing your ass as he bids you goodbye.
Javi is practically floating on clouds as the two of you walk to the valet station. “This is going to be great.” He gushes. “Thank you for being here.” He squeezes your hand gently. “You helped calm me down, relaxed me. How did you enjoy it?” He asks, eager to make sure you are comfortable as well. He wants you to look forward to going out with him.
“It was good. I am here to make sure you’re happy and that you look good. That’s my job, right?” You say, not with malice but with reality. He frowns and you try to not be a little disappointed that that's all you’re gonna be to him. You let him settle you into the car after the valet opens the door and you watch him as he pulls away from the curb, the Ferrari roaring as he makes his way back to his home. “Tonight was a success.” You declare, knowing they loved his script.
“Tonight was great!” Javi shouts, slapping the steering wheel happily. “I feel- we should celebrate! Do something! What should we do?” He demands, turning to you with joy and curiosity on his face. He wants to know what you would do to celebrate.
“Let’s go swimming.” You tell him, excited to try the pool and he told you earlier he has these beautiful lights that he can control to change the scene. You want to cool off after all of the heat of this evening.
You love the excited grin on his face as he nods. “Yes! Let’s do it.” He speeds a little faster towards his house and soon enough, you tell him you’ll be outside on the patio once you’ve changed. You bite your lip, admiring the swim suits Javi let you pick out online and you decide on one of the skimpier ones for your night time dip. After changing, your heart pounds as you make your way outside.
Javi bites his lip, knowing that all he has are speedos and that will not hide the fact that he gets hard around you. Hopefully he will be able to keep you from noticing. Deciding to throw on a button up shirt, he makes his way out to the pool to set up the lights and pull a bottle of champagne out of the outdoor fridge. Opening it and pouring two flutes for the two of you to enjoy while you swim.
You walk out to find Javi standing there with two flutes of champagne, making you melt at the soft look on his face, and you remind yourself that this is an innocent evening swim. “To a successful night.” He toasts once you’re holding your glass. You secretly hope he likes the swim suit as you sip the champagne.
His mouth is dry and he has to take a large gulp of the champagne to keep from staring at you. The suit hugs your curves and looks stunning on you, making him wish that you had worn those heels with it for the full effect. His cock twitches at the idea and he pulls the glass down from his lips. “Shall we get in the pool?” He asks, nodding towards the sparkling water, reflecting the lights overhead and lighting up the edges.
“Let’s do it.” You are eager to sink into his pool, setting the plastic glass down on the side before you make your way to the stairs, looking over your shoulder at him for a moment as you walk down the steps and sigh when the warm water surrounds you. “God this feels good.”
Javi shudders and his cock starts to harden at your breathy comment. Making him imagine that same phrase being moaned when he’s sinking into you. Biting his lip, he rushes over and sets his own drink down, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it aside so he can get into the pool. Hopefully without you seeing that he’s getting hard.
You swear you’ve never seen such a sexy man. His tan chest glistens as he walks into the pool and you watch him in awe, the lights sparkling as the water ebbs and flows. You pick up your drinks, making your way over to him as you offer him a soft smile.
Javi smiles as he takes the drink from your hand, touching the plastic rim to yours. “To success.” He offers. “May we always get what we want.” He wishes he could have you. He would toss aside the glass and kiss you if he could right now. Wrap your legs around his waist and press you up against the edge of the pool and explore your body eagerly.
You nod, sipping your drink and you shift to set it down, unable to stop yourself from pressing up against him. Testing the waters of what he wants from you, you keep yourself against him as you set the glass down on the edge of the pool.
Inhaling sharply, Javi nearly drops the glass of champagne into the pool. Dark eyes searching yours, wondering if you are playing some sort of game with hum. “Tresor…” He practically whimpers when he feels your breasts against his chest. He knows you had to feel him against your hip, especially the way his dick jumped at your fingers on his skin as you wind your arms around his neck. “I- are you-“ he can’t even get the words out, afraid this might be a dream.
You press yourself against him even more, deciding to take the risk, and you lean in closer to kiss along his neck. “I am.” You murmur as you kiss his jaw. “I want you to touch me….if you want.” You add, suddenly a little hesitant and nervous that he doesn’t want you for more than just company.
“Shit.” Javi hisses, wrapping his arms around you and turning his head so he can capture your lips with his own. It’s desperate and messy and he feels like he’s going to explode as his tongue slides into your mouth and you moan for him. Making him pull you tighter against his, backing you up against the pool edge just like he had imagined.
You gasp his name as he kisses along your throat, making you whimper and you scratch your nails along his chest. “Tell me what you want.” You demand, kissing along his jaw before you playfully bite his lower lip, his hard cock pressed against your thigh but you need to hear him say it.
“I want you.” He confesses, rasping out the words against your skin. If you don’t want him, he will go right back to the arrangement you had before. “But I want you to want me. Don’t just say it because of our arrangement.”
“I want you.” You promise, surging forward to press your lips back to his, shifting to wrap your legs against his waist so you can get even closer. His hard cock now pressing against your core and you slide your tongue along his lower lip, wanting access.
He groans into your mouth, holding you tighter and sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Wanted you from the beginning.” He confesses and he breaks off to kiss down your throat again. “First day I met you.”
“Really?” You gasp, tilting your head back. “God, I wanted you too. Always thought you were so sexy and I - shit - I want you Javi. I want you to fuck me.” You whine, grinding against him as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he nips your skin.
“Where?” He gasps against your skin, wanting nothing more than to take you right here. “Where do you want me? Right here? Pull your sexy little bikini to the side? Or carry you into your bedroom and spread you out?”
You whimper at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to wait to dry off and make it to the bedroom. You take a chance, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top and let it fall so it floats in the water, displaying your tits to his eager gaze.
“Fuck.” Javi shudders and his hand comes up to cup one tit and ducks his head down, wrapping his lips around the other. Delighting in your cry of surprise and pleasure while he sucks on the stiff nipple and flicking his tongue over it. He’s died and gone to heaven, feeling your grinding down on his cock through the fabric of his speedo and your bikini bottom. Biting gently on your tit before he soothes it with his tongue while his fingers roll your other nipple and tugs on it.
“Oh fuck!” You cry when he switches breasts, his hand squeezing the one slick with his spit. “Shit baby. Oh that feels good.” You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as he bites down. You love it. “Please. I need you inside of me.” You pant, soaking wet for him.
“Do it.” Javi wants it to be your choice, giving you permission to pull him out of his speedos and sink down on him. “Fuck baby, take what you want.” He coos, pulling away from your nipple to speak, looking up at you with dark eyes. “I will give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
You fumble, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his speedos, gasping at the thickness in your hand, and you tug on your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside so you’re completely naked and you moan when you notch him at your dripping cunt. “I want you.” You tell him, sinking down on his girth under the water.
Javi moans your name, mouth open in pleasure and he doesn’t resist when your fingers sink into his hair to tug on it, bringing his lips back up to yours. He never imagined he would get to have you like this, feeling your walls clench around him while you adjust to him. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs against your lips. “So good.”
You exhale shakily, the stretch of his girth is something you aren’t used to. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex and he’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever had sex with. “Shit Jav. You feel so good.” You moan, taking him deeper inside of you.
The water sloshes around you when Javi lowers his hips and thrusts back into you with a low moan. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, feeling the way that your walls slide around him, tight and slick. “Imagined - fuck, imagined this a lot. When we- when we were shopping.” He confesses, cock twitching inside you and he thrusts into you again.
“Me too. Imagined - imagined this while you would come in to get coffee. Imagined you just fucking me on the counter after I took your order.” You admit breathlessly, kissing along his jaw as you try to work yourself on his cock, lifting up and down once you’re used to his girth.
Groaning, Javi lets his hand roam all over your body, sliding one behind his back and caressing your foot while you ride him in the water. “You were on the menu?” He teases, loving how you feel, imagining the lips of your cunt stretched around him. “I would have ordered you every day.”
You love the way he caresses your foot, knowing he has a foot fetish. “I was always on the menu. You can have me every day now.” You promise, rocking against him as you lean forward to kiss his neck. “I’m yours now. For whatever you want.”
He squeezes your foot, pulling his hand away reluctantly. He’s never met a woman who would indulge him so he needs to keep that hidden, not wanting to scare you off. “I - fuck, you are so perfect.” He moans, turning his head so he can kiss your lips.
You sigh into his mouth, lifting yourself up and down on his cock. Your back is getting scratched by the side of his pool but you don’t care, too entranced by the way he caresses you. “God Javi. I need - I need you to help me.” You admit, wanting him to thrust into you, show you what he wants.
Spinning around in the pool, he presses his own back up against the edge. The water makes it easier for him to lift and lower you onto his cock while he rocks up into you. Grunting, he speeds up, making sure that he hits deep inside you before he pulls you off. “Better?” He asks, leaning in to kiss you tenderly despite the harsher pace.
“So much better.” You whimper into his mouth, caressing his back as he hits deep inside of you. “Fuck. Yes. Right there. Oh God Jav. You’re so big. Fill me up just right. I want you to - to cum inside of me. Make me cum.” You plead, biting down on his jaw before you kiss along his neck.
“Yes, yes.” He hisses, rocking up into you harder. He can’t rub your clit and work you like he wants to. “Fuck, rub your clit.” He begs. “I’m not going to last long, you are too perfect.”
You reach between you, your fingers finding your clit and you rub it frantically, desperate to cum after so many nights lusting after him. “Oh yes. Yes yes yes. Shit. I’m gonna cum. Javi. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, your head tilting back before you surge forward into his chest, clamping down on his cock as you cry his name.
It’s probably the closest to Heaven Javi has ever been. Groaning and rocking you through it as best he can. You are like a vice around him and the water churns from his thrusts. “Fuck, yes, cum for me tresor, I’m -“ he cuts off in a strangled cry of pleasure, thrusting deep while he pulls you down on his cock, filling you with his seed.
You work yourself through it, rubbing your clit until you reach out to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. “Shit, baby. Oh fuck. It’s so good.” You pant, kissing his neck as you come down from your high. You can’t believe how boneless you feel, enjoying the way his cum fills you up.
He groans, holding you tight and tries to catch his breath. Hoping that you don’t change your mind about him now that he’s gotten to experience you, “it was incredible.” He hums happily. “Best way to celebrate.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “You wanted it, right? It wasn't because I buy you things or you live here? You never have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I wanted it.” You promise, “I wanted you. You know I wouldn’t do it unless I wanted it.” You remind him, knowing he knows how stubborn you can be. “I wanted it, Javi.” You promise, kissing along his jaw before you press your lips to his. “I don’t know what this is but I want you. I want to be yours.” You tell him, “for whatever you need and desire.”
He sighs happily, kissing your lips several times again. “I just need you.” He murmurs softly, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling against your neck. The water starts to calm down, gently lapping at both of your skin and he chuckles. “I have to say I didn’t see this happening tonight, but I will sleep like a baby.” He tells you, still against your pulse. “As long as you sleep beside me?”
You bite your lip, hesitant to get too involved with him but you know you want to spend as much time as you can with him before he is done with you. “Yes. I can do that.” You kiss him again, realizing that you’re completely naked and dripping his cum. “Shit. I- I should tell you that I have an IUD and I’m clean. We didn’t exactly have that conversation before we - you know.”
Javi hums, nodding. He hadn’t really thought of it either. “I have negative tests.” He promises. “I have not been with someone since my last relationship.” He strokes your back and kisses you one last time before he lifts you off his softening cock. “I trust you, tresor.”
Even just hearing him say that he trusts you is enough to make you fall in love with him. His dark eyes and handsome face make your heart thump. “I trust you too.” You lean in to kiss the skin above his heart. “Come on baby, let’s clean up and get some sleep. I’m exhausted now.” You shift to stand up before you make your way towards the stairs out of the pool, looking over your shoulder and chuckling when you see his eyes focused on your ass.
Javi waits for you to grab some clothes from your room and walks through the house with you. There is no one at night but the two of you and you’ve never seen his bedroom. Hopefully you don’t mind it. “If you aren’t comfortable, you can always go back to your room.”
You are dry and dressed in your tank top and shorts as you enter his suite. “Oh wow. This is - it’s bigger than my room.” Your eyes are wide as you look around his expansive suite. “Shall we get some sleep? I want you to hold me.”
“Let me change and I’ll be right there.” Javi rushes into his bathroom to strip off the speedos and clean up, putting on just a pair of boxers. He loves that you are not wearing lingerie, he just wants to experience normal things with you. Coming back out, he smiles when he finds you turning down the covers of the large bed. “I think I like this already.” He teases. “A beautiful woman sliding into bed with me.”
You playfully glance around, “you got one coming over soon?” You tease and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at him and snuggle into his pillows, “so comfy. Just need you now.” You pat the space between you, needing him to hold you.
Grinning, Javi climbs into the bed and turns off the lights, pulling you into his arms as he settles in. Sighing happily when you snuggle into him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Goodnight tresor.” He murmurs softly, stroking your back and kissing your head gently.
You look up as Javi enters the kitchen. It’s been a few weeks since the first night you slept together and you haven’t slept in your assigned room since. You know you shouldn’t get too attached but you can’t help it. You are falling for him. You flip the pancakes just as he walks over to the kitchen counter. “Morning sunshine.” You tease, glancing over at the clock that says 11am. You were up half the night having sex and he loves sleeping in.
“Good morning.” He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “It smells delicious, tresora.” He compliments. “What time are your classes today?” He knows you have school and will use the time to work on his script.
“Not until 2pm so we have plenty of time to eat breakfast and then I want to taste you.” You coo, turning your head to press your lips to his. He groans into your mouth, making you giggle and you gently slap his chest. “Let me finish making breakfast and then we can get busy again. I’m surprised you’re not satisfied after last night.”
“Never get enough of you.” It’s true, Javi is completely in love with you. Not that he’s said those words out loud, too afraid of being told that you don’t feel the same. He slaps your ass playfully when you turn back to the stove. “Make me feel like a teenager again.” He slides over to the coffee machine and starts setting up espressos for both of you. You had wanted a fancy machine so he had bought you one, and in turn, you had shown him how to use it.
You grin, watching him as he finishes making the coffees like you taught him and you plate up the breakfast. Once you’re both seated, you dig into the food, loving his moans of appreciation. “It’s good?” You tease, loving his moans as he nods. “Good.”
Javi eagerly shoves another bite into his mouth. He loves how you dote on him. Spoiling him by cooking for him instead of wanting to go out to fancy dinners. Most nights you stay home unless he has an event even when he’s offered to take you out to clubs. “I’m going to have to start using the gym, you feed me like this.” He groans, smiling over at you, “or do more laps in the pool.”
You smirk, watching him set his knife and fork down. “Or we could burn it off in other ways.” You wink at him, “I’m sure you will burn it off by fucking me hard and fast later. Or we could go dancing later. I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” You tell him, cutting up your pancakes as you watch him, those dark eyes burning into your own.
“You want to go dancing, tresor?” Javi smiles a slow sensual smile that promises that he will be glued to your body while the music plays. “If you finish your work at school and I get my next scene finished, we will dress up and go out tonight.” He promises. “Wear your favorite heels.” They are his favorites as well.
You carry your heels in your hand as you walk into Javier’s room - now your room for your extended stay in his home bar, your closet - and you know he will want to put the heels on your feet. “I’m ready baby. Just need to put my shoes on. Can you help me?” You ask, a teasing smile on your face.
“Absolutely.” Javi steps out of the bathroom fastening his watch to his wrist and groans happily at how sexy you look. The shoes will be the icing on the cake. “It’s a good thing we got pedicures a few days ago.” He teases, looking down at your freshly painted toes.
You playfully wiggle your toes before you walk over to the bench at the end of his bed, sitting down to wait for him to put your shoes on. “And your favorite cherry red.” You tease, knowing how much he adores the color.
“It looks fantastic on you.” Javi hikes his pants up slightly and kneels down in front of you. Caressing your foot softly before he holds out his other hand for the heel to put on for you. He loves that you let him do this for you.
You watch him for a moment, deciding to not hand him the shoe right away, and you shift your foot from his hand, pressing it into his groin. “I know what you like, Jav. Let me give you what you want.” You coo, rubbing his semi hard cock with the ball of your foot.
A filthy groan spills from his lips and he knows you feel the way his cock twitches as he imagines his fantasy. Although there is no way you are meaning that. “Of course you do.” He manages to croak out hoarsely. “You already do.” He wants to shift his hips up, to grind against your foot, but he can’t. You will be disgusted by that, and him.
When he slightly shifts his hips up to grind against your foot, you smirk. “I mean what you really want.” You reach down to unbuckle his belt, deciding to take a risk and pull his cock out of his pants. Half hard, you start to rub him with the ball of your foot.
His whine is laced with shame, cheeks burning and he can’t help the way that his hips seek your foot. “Shit, tresoro…” he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in your eyes. Not too many people seemed to be okay with a man who loved feet. He hates that you found out, even if he gets to feel your foot against his cock this once before you laugh in his face and walk out of his life. “I’m sorry- I, you weren’t - weren’t supposed to find out.” He gasps when you push a little harder down on his shaft.
“You didn’t hide it very well. The shoes…the pedicures. You love feet. That’s okay. There’s worse things.” You smile, pressing a little harder against his cock. “I love seeing you fall apart. Tell me what you want. I’m yours, remember? What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, voice lowering as you rub his cock with your foot.
“Fuck.” Javi whimpers, his eyes opening and finding yours. You have a smile on your face, but you aren’t mocking him. Instead you seem….willing. “I-I- you-“ he stutters slightly, grinding up against your foot even more. “This, more of this.” He confesses, cock spurting out a small bead of precum as he fully hardens.
You smirk, lifting your other foot and you balance yourself on the bed so you can press both feet to his cock, encasing him in your grip as you slowly rock your legs to begin sliding his hard length between your feet.
“Oh shit.” He can’t believe you are doing this. “Fuck- I, God it feels so good.” He moans, rolling his hips up and watching your feet slide up and down his now painfully hard cock. It could use some lubrication, but he doesn’t want you to stop.
You are enthralled with the way he looks at you. “Spit. Want you to add lube.” You tell him, continuing to work his cock. He lets out a whine, leaning down to spit onto his cock and you work him again with your feet, loving the groan that escapes his lips. “Spit again. Need more.”
“Tresoro.” He whines your nickname and does as you ask, bracing his hands on his thighs as he shifts up, thrusting into arches of your feet. “God, this is- fuck, I love this.” He babbles. “Never- never thought I would be able to - God, it’s so good.” One hand covers a foot and squeezes.
You moan at him touching your foot, pushing you harder into his cock. “You look so hot, fucking my feet like this baby. God, no one has done this for you?” You ask and he shakes his head. You grin, happy to be able to indulge him. “Enjoy it. I want you to cum for me. I want you to paint my feet with your cum.”
He moans your name, completely done for now that you’ve said that. That you are okay with this. His eyes are on his cock, working in and out from between your pretty feet. “Fuck.” He grunts, watching your toes curl around him. “Gonna cum soon.” He knows he will, feels it building up.
“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” You plead, working his cock with your feet and your thighs are starting to hurt but you work your way through it because you are desperate to watch him cum, obsessed with it since he first fucked you.
It only takes a few more thrusts, desperate and needy before he’s yelling your name. His cock throbbing between your feet before he starts spurting ropes of cum over your feet and his thighs, ruining the pants he is wearing while he whines in pleasure.
You work him through it, your feet slick with his cum, and you love how he closes his eyes in pleasure. “God, that’s so sexy.” You moan, your panties slick from arousal and you swear you’ve never seen such a sexy sight.
“Fuck.” He can’t believe that you just let him do that. Desperate to make you feel good, Javi lunges forward and pushes you back on the bed. “Fuck.” He pushes your dress up and drags your pantries down so he can bury his face in your folds.
You cry out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair when his tongue delves into your folds. “Oh fuck baby. Oh - oh shit.” You hiss, tilting your head back as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
He’s ravenous, ready to make you cum just as hard as he just did. Ready to give you everything you want and more. You have given him something he has always wanted and never been able to experience. He loves you, he knew he had before, but now he’s certain of it. He groans into your cunt, dark eyes on your face as he sucks on your clit harshly.
You gasp, tilting your head up so you can look at him. “Fuck baby. That feels - God, it’s so good.” You tug on his hair, certain that you are going to cum soon. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue but you swallow them, not wanting to say something and ruin it all. You know this is just an arrangement. “Fuck baby. Yes. Yesss. Just like that.” You whine when his tongue flattens over your clit.
“Lofe you.” He groans the words sloppily into your cunt, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His fingers dig into your thighs and push them farther apart, ready to drive you crazy. He pulls away from your clit and slides down, pushing his tongue deep into your cunt.
You swear you hear him say he loves you but you know that’s just your imagination. You are soon swept up in the pleasure of his tongue deep inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit, and you dig your heels into his back. “Oh Jav. Javi. Javiiii.” You squeal, clamping down on his tongue as he curls it deep inside of you.
He moans happily, slurping down the rush of your juices as they pour out of you. Licking and lapping at your cunt until you are gasping his name and pushing at his head before he kisses your clit. “I love you, tresor.” He murmurs softly, turning his head and kissing your thigh. “I know it’s not the same for you, but I can’t help how I feel. My character, the movie, is based on you.” He confesses, hoping you won’t be offended.
You shift to sit up on your elbows, looking down at him in shock. “What did you say?” You ask breathlessly.
“My character is based off of you.” He admits, flustered, and you shake your head.
“No. No. Not that. You said - you said you love me.” You say and he nods, biting his lip as he rests his cheek on your thigh. A wide grin appears on your cheeks, “well I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”
“Really?” His eyes widen and you nod, making him push up off the floor and lunge forward so he can press his lips to yours. “I love you,” he breathes against your lips, overwhelmed by the pure joy that is bursting in his chest. “I love you.”
You love how excited and eager he is. “Javi.” You murmur against his mouth, gently pushing him away. “I don’t - I don’t want this to be something casual. I don’t want to be a golddigger or - or someone you will be with until you’re bored. I don’t want people to think I’m with you for your money.” You admit, suddenly nervous now that this is real, not just a transaction.
Javi smiles, caressing your cheek gently. “I don’t think you are with me for my money.” He promises. “I- I have kept something from you.” He shakes his head when you immediately look even more worried. “I didn’t tell you how rich I am.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m a billionaire.” He confesses. “But I don’t think I will ever be bored with you. I know I won’t. I’m thinking of marriage.” He bites his lip, waiting for your reaction.
Your eyes widen, processing everything he said. You don’t care about the money but the fact that he’s a billionaire has you reeling. This sweet, incredible man has more money than you could ever imagine and he wants you. He wants to marry you. You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. “I want to be yours. In every way. Your girlfriend. Your fiancé. Your wife. The mother of your children. I want it all Jav. I love you.” You surge forward to press your lips to his.
He sighs against your lips, pulling you tight and sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He’s happy that you love him, happy that you accept his more unusual proclivities. “Does that mean that you will let me buy you more jewelry? My wife deserves it.” He huffs with a smile. “Plus I love toe rings and I’ve wanted to buy you some.”
You giggle and nod, “yes. I’ll accept the toe rings. God, you really do have a foot fetish. More jewelry but nothing insane.” You warn him, not wanting something that costs a ridiculous amount of money. “I want to make my own way too. Get through school and have a career then we can discuss marriage and kids.” You tell him, running your fingers through his hair.
Javi nods, a serious look on his face. “Your career is your own, I want you to have all your dreams come true.” He knows that he can’t make it happen for you, the drive has to come from your hard work, although he can support you along the way. “I am not in a rush.” He promises softly with a smile, leaning in to kiss you again. “Although I do want you to officially move into the bedroom. Move your closet over.”
You smile, kissing him once more. “I don’t want to be your sugar baby forever. I want to be yours. Only yours. I love you baby. I want you. I want to be yours.” You run your fingers through his hair.
Javi smiles, leaning in and kissing your lips. “Do you want to clean up and still go out dancing baby?” He murmurs softly, looking down at the mess he made of you and himself. “I just want to be with you, no matter what. You are my baby, not my sugar baby.”
You nod, “let’s go dancing and you can fuck me on the Ferrari before we come home.” You smirk, wanting to feel him inside of you now you know he feels the same. “And I want you to dance with me. Hold me close and show everyone that I’m yours.”
“Absolutely, tresor.” Javi smiles at you happily as he stands and offers you his hand to help you up. “After all, you are not only my muse, but my most precious treasure.”
You smirk, knowing that he calls you his treasure. You have known it from the beginning. “I love you.” You murmur, pecking his lips once more. “Let’s go out and celebrate your script being picked up then you can fuck me and make me cum while I wear those earrings you bought me.” You shift to stand up, winking at him as you make your way to the bathroom.
Javi watches you go, a silly grin on his face before he starts to strip off his ruined pants and shirt. He is eager to get you to the club to show you off, show the world that you’re his and he can’t believe you want him. Leaving Mallorca to pursue his dreams, Javi never imagined he’d find success, let alone the love of his life. He knows that his advice to his children will always be to follow your dreams. He hopes that one day, you’ll be the mother of his children. His dreams will come true, he knows they will when he has his tresor.
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Heey, how’s everything going? eating well? staying hydrated??
well… i’m not that creative when it comes to suggestions and i hope you’ll be able to understand
so, i was thinking maybe some headcanonns with Shinsou as a rockstar and he meets reader while in a tour, they get along pretty well, have some tastes in common (if you’re feeling like, some nsfw but that’s totally up to you!!)
it’s not very detailed so feel free to add whatever comes to mind! 💕💖
i love you and your writing, even if sometimes i don’t know how to interact, you’ll always have my support, thank you so much for your time, you’re amazing!! 🤧💖
it's been a stressful 2 weeks. hey? i wanna quit my job guys😟 AND STOP YOURE SUGGESTIONS ARE WONDERFUL!!! I LOVE SEEING MY DREAMERS INTERACT WITH ME AND YOU'RE ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME SO THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!💕💕💕💕😭😭
Also, I wrote a Boyband Au! already if y'all haven't read it....check out my Boyband Bakugou!Au x Reader🤭🤭🤭
🔥🥀The Burning Rose🥀🔥
ANYWAYS. SHINSOU-
Warnings: Lemon
• I see him starting out in a band, NOT as a lead singer, but more as a lead guitarist who SOMETIMES has background vocals in a song. Or sings the bridge.
Oh...and the the fans go crazy for his voice. Smooth and deep...so whenever a new song comes out and he's not on it, let's just say the streams aren't very high. Does this annoy the actual lead singer? Yep. Is the rest of the band annoyed they don't get enough attention either? Absolutely.
• Quits and goes solo.
SORRY BUT HELLO? Shinsou already made a name for himself with the band and if people prefer his voice, oh...he'll give y'all what y'all want~
His first single tops the charts and the music video was just him sitting on a stool, strumming his guitar. The Internet went crazy and you might've came.
Anyways.
Finally a solo tour rolls around after his debut album and you scrambled for the meet and greet tickets and holy fuck.....
His voice? In PERSON?!
The smirk he had on his face while talking to you didn't help and you think you blacked out because soon enough you were waiting for the concert to begin.
• Sees you in the crowd and purposely meets your transfixed gaze when singing the sultry parts of his songs.
Would call a security guard to get you after the show and bring you backstage. Just for a tour hook up but....
• HIS FINGERS AREN'T JUST GOOD FOR PLAYING GUITAR-
He turns you into a singer by the end of the night the way his fingers curl in and out of you with his post concert voice, a low raspy rumble in your ear, bringing you to the edge over and over and over-
Knows he's good at dirty talking and is aware of voice kinks.
He talks you through it and won't continue until you answer his questions.
→ Shinsou: *is rolling his hips into you with a slow and deep rhythm* "Mm... how's that feel? You're clenching down real good for me...want it faster? Deeper? C'mon baby..."
Which started as a tour hook-up, turns into something more when Shinsou goes to the next city but can't stop thinking about your voice singing his name with whimpered cries and eyes rolling back into your head.
Hopefully he crosses paths with you soon. Or you might have a song written about you~
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#bnha x reader#mha x reader#shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinsou#shinsou hitoshi#mha imagines#bnha imagines#Shinsou x reader lemon#shinsou x reader smut#mha lemon#bnha lemon
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My Darling Nurse
Hook x f/Reader (WW2 AU)
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: mentions of War.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me
WC 1305
My Dearest Mother,
I know it has been long since you got my last letter, and I know you must have been worried sick about me, and for that, I am very sorry.
It is hard for us to get letters and packages from home, and even more so for us to send a letter home.
I will not dull you with the details of what I go through every day here, but I let you know about some of the good things that have happened to me.
Ever since arriving at this island, I have been taken under the wing by Lieutenant James Cipperly and Dustin Howard. They say that they trained under Father.
My good friend Donovan also got shipped with me here. I know his wife and step-daughter must feel like you. Sick with worry over the lack of letters.
We have been here for four months already, but it seems like a lifetime.
I was hit by shrapnel, but I was quickly taken care of by a wonderful nurse, whose name I can not remember sadly, but Mother, I am perfectly fine. I just have the faintest scar from it.
I will say this, though: I miss home. I miss Massapequa, which I never thought I would ever say.
I thought I needed to see the world, but I am sick of seeing the world. After all this is done and if I survive this war, I will never leave Massapequa.
But coming home and surviving this madness isn't the only thing that is keeping me going.
I met someone.
Yes, it is ridiculous to fall in love during war time, but she was like an angel who was sent from heaven to take care of me. She helped the nurse, whom I mentioned previously in this letter.
Her name is YN LN, and mother she is unlike any woman I have met in my short life. I learned so much about her in the short time we have spent together.
I told her I was going to marry her once this war was over, and she giggled at me. Oh, mother, her laughter, even the thought of it brings such a smile to my face, the other men must think I have gone crazy.
She is smart, so very smart. She beat me at chess. I was Massapequa chess champion, and she beat me at it. Even the older nurses look at her for guidance as she that smart.
She is gorgeous, not just in body but in mind. I have never felt this way about someone in my life.
I can not promise that I will come back, Mother, but I will try, and if I do, I will be bringing home a wife.
Your faithful son,
Tyler
My darling son,
I am so happy to hear from you. I was worried sick, and I waited every day for the mail to arrive to see if I had gotten a letter from you or your father.
Speaking of your father, you may have heard the news by the time you get this letter. He was injured, and he lost the lower part of his left leg.
He has been shipped home, and I see him every day until I am told to go home.
I return to an empty home, with only Dolly and Shooter to welcome me home. They are good dogs, and they hardly leave my side when I am home.
I hope your father likes sleeping with dogs because they have now taken over his side of the bed. I am training them to sleep at my feet.
Enough of myself.
My son, Tyler Senerchia, is in love?
I never thought I would ever see the day. This YN must be someone special for her to capture your interest.
My dear boy, you write as if you do plan on surviving this war. I may not know all the details about what is going on in the Pacific, but you must come back to your family. You must come back to your father and I. Come back to Dolly and Shooter, who will lay on your bed, missing you.
All I can say is please come home to me and your father. I wish for YN to survive as well if you are so sure about marrying this woman.
I miss you, my son.
My only child.
I will have your father write to you once he is feeling up to it. Just to let you know, he kept the last letter you wrote me under his pillow at the hospital.
I know he is worried about you. He knows what war can do to a young man's mind. That was why he was adamant about you not signing up for the war.
We love you, Tyler.
Your mother.
The moment we were informed that the war was over, I hugged Donovan, happy that the two of us made it through this hell.
But we still weren't allowed to go home yet. There was work that needed to be done. The able-bodied men were put to work, but there was only one person on my mind.
She made it through the war, but I know she is still very busy getting the injured ready to travel back to wherever that may be.
But I finally had a break and practically ran to where she was now located.
I watched from the distance as she helped load a man on a stretcher, but once that was done, she looked in my direction, like she knew I was there.
I walked quickly to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her into the air, making her squeal.
"Tyler, I am dirty." She told me as I placed her back on her feet.
"I do not care, YN. All I care about is that we made it."
"That we did." She gave me a soft smile as she took a step back, out of my arms. At first, I was hurt but then realised that everyone was watching us.
"You remembered what I said when I first met you."
"Of course, silly. You told me you were going to marry me."
"Exactly, and I am still serious about that. Even though I do not have a ring with me, YN LN, will you marry me?"
I waited with baited breath. Every second felt like ten minutes as I waited for her to answer.
"Yes, Tyler. I will marry you."
I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her, but that will happen when we are alone.
Dearest Mother and Father.
I wish to inform you that I will be arriving home, hopefully by the end of summer, and I will be bringing my fiancé YN with me.
I proposed to her without a ring, but that will change when I get home. Mother, you told me I can have Grandma Smiths engagement ring. I would like for YN to have it that is still alright?
This letter is short, I know, but there is still much to be done.
I love you both, and I can not wait for you to meet YN.
Your son,
Tyler.
YN and I were surrounded by the people we cared most about as we said our vows at my family's church.
The moment we became husband and wife, and we kissed, I dipped her, and she squealed unto my mouth, her hands wrapping even tighter around my neck.
My parents loved her, as well as our dogs. Her family loves me, even with her moving to Massapequa.
With my grandmother's engagement ring on her finger, along now with a new wedding ring, we ran down the aisle, looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together.
Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @midwestmade29
#aew#all elite wrestling#reader imagine#female reader#reader insert#hook aew#hook imagine#hook fanfiction#hook fic#hook x female reader#hook x f/Reader#hook#wrestler x f/Reader#wrestler fic#ww2 fiction#ww2 wrestler#hook au
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just the beginning of something i wrote! i also don’t know if it’s going to break it on its own or if i have to put stuff under the break anyway college au, literature student!dazai & skater!chuuya
His day started like any other, at 11am oversleeping and nearly missing his bus to university for what was probably the dozenth time already that semester. Dazai took a calculated risk by staying up all night to finish his paper but he was never one for mathematics. He could answer the problems but never had the ability to explain how he got his answers. He thanked his lucky stars that he'd already earned his math credits.
It's at this point that he realized he forgot to grab coffee before hopping on the bus and he was going to have to buy an energy drink on campus. He wondered if Kunikida would chastise him about it again or if he could get away with it.
Hopping off the bus he hurried along the sidewalks, not ready for his second semester midterms which were rapidly approaching. It was crunch time and that's why he'd been up so late anyway. Editing his rough draft for a midterm paper.
Fatigue started washing over him as he entered the campus building, beelining for the hallway with the vending machines where it appeared someone was trying to hijack the machine. The redhead stood little more than five feet tall and had his little arm halfway up the machine to get the can that was stuck. Dazai couldn't help the small snicker at the other man's predicament. He also ignored the part of him that admitted he'd do the same thing to get his hands on caffeine.
"Oh sure laugh at me now asshole, what about the drink you came to get for yourself? You can't get it out if this one's stuck," the shrimp said from where he was crouched on the floor.
Dazai leaned in and said, "Well if you would be so nice as to move out of the way I can solve both of our problems."
The man to his credit seemed a little sheepish as he extracted his arm from the vending machine, standing up and stepping back to allow Dazai access. Dazai then grips the top of the vending machine with one hand, the other on the side of it as he swings his hip out and into the machine, successfully dislodging the can inside. Dazai reached down and grabbed the soda, handing it to the surprised redhead.
"See? Good things come to those who wait Chibi,"He said with a shit eating grin.
"Excuse me Chibi? What kind of nickname is that for someone you just met??" The redhead said indignantly.
Dazai puts a hand out and squishes the air atop the other man's head and said, "You're chibi sized! Of course I'm going to call you Chibi!"
"Well if you had cared to ask my NAME is Chuuya, call me that instead. Anything but Chibi."
"Chuuuya~" Dazai rolled his name over his lips like smoke from a dragon's maw, a notable singsong effect to the name. "What a fitting name."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Chuuya said defiantly, already popping off again.
Dazai's watch buzzed then, letting him know he only had five minutes to make it to class.
"Unfortunately for you, slug, I've got class, catch you later!"
Chuuya's indignant shout of "SLUG?" follows behind him as he runs to not be late to class. As he sits in his seat he realizes he never got caffeine and that this was going to be a long morning in lab with Kunikida.
#skk#soukoku#skk fic#soukoku fic#bsd#bungou stray dogs#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#chuuya nakahara#nakahara chuuya#my writing
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Hello I was tagged by a lot of people for wip Wednesday thank you @devirnis @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @homerforsure @jeeyuns! Now. Are you all going to kill me with hammers if I say that when I sat down this morning to work on literally any of the many wips I have open, I instead wrote a short drabble set in the future of ER nurse Eddie au? Well. Here you go!
Warnings for alcohol and some mostly glossed over nsfw content
Was listening to this song on repeat while writing
"Your sister isn't, like, a secret Olympian is she?"
"Well, if it's secret enough, why would I know? Thank you." That second part Eddie aims at Adriana as she hands him a drink. He assumes she's not the athlete in question. "Why?"
"There's nets a little down the way, I asked if she wanted to play some volleyball and she got, like, this look on her face."
Eddie very carefully tries not to also get a look on his face, and somewhere to his left Adriana stirs the margarita mix a little harder to mask a tiny laugh. "Oh. Well I'm sure that's fine."
Buck smiles at him in a studious sort of way, tongue in the side of his mouth. "Now, I wouldn't be getting tricked in some way, would I?"
"Mm?" Eddie responds, neutrally.
"Or, perhaps, fooled?"
"Hm." He takes a sip of his drink.
Buck steps closer, looming over him, grin growing into something wide and conspiratorial. “Hoodwinked, maybe?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie says, aiming for lofty but landing somewhere around embarrassingly giddy as Buck kisses him once, twice. “No all state varsity girls softball champions in my family. Sophia has never in her life accidentally broken anybody’s arm with how fast her spike is.”
“Jesus,” Buck laughs, puffs of air against Eddie’s skin. “You’re just gonna let me go out there and face possible bodily harm?”
“Her aim has improved.”
He laughs, and pulls Eddie in for another kiss. There's sand in Buck's hair, but there aren't many places sand isn't in this Air BNB up the coast with a backyard that opens right onto the dunes. They'd only got there yesterday and already the grit is under Eddie's nails, dragged across his skin, in his clothes and bedsheets. It’s an abrasive sort of dirtiness that Eddie doesn’t really mind, he feels like he’ll come home at the end of the weekend scrubbed clean by it, but he’d wondered, worried, that being so close to the beach for so long might make old fears rise up in Chris or Buck. They’d both tossed themselves right into the waves with the cousins all day long, though, and had gone out to do so again today, and it was only very late at night that Buck admitted in a whisper that it’s not the feeling of the water or the sand, but the endless roar of the tide when the rest of the world was quiet that left him feeling helpless and awake. Eddie had reached out for his hand, and they’d fucked slowly and silently, surrounded by thin walls in a house full of people, and the heady thrill of restraint had his hands and legs and everything shaking by the time he’d come. Buck — and Eddie is not not smug about this — had slept soundly the rest of the night.
Anyway. They kiss in the kitchen until Adriana stirs the pitcher with even louder, more pointed clanging. Buck pulls back first. “You wanna come play on my team?”
“No,” Eddie says, making a face that has Buck laughing again. “I’m staying in the shade and drinking margaritas.” He clanks the ice around his beverage in demonstration.
“Great plan,” Buck says, stealing a small sip. Eddie feels like he should say something about sobriety and childcare, but they’re on vacation and Sophia is out there and responsibly dry even if she may or may not be planning sports related manslaughter.
“I’ll meet you out there later.”
“Okay,” Bucks says, kissing his cheek. “I was a lifeguard for a few weeks once, so if you get really drunk and fall in the sea I’ll come fish you out.”
“My hero,” Eddie salutes him with the glass. Buck is several feet away into the sand when Eddie blinks and calls out. “Hey- wait, Buck! Wait!” Eddie grabs the sunscreen off the counter and follows a few feet off the porch. “Mi vida, wait,” he laughs the words as Buck skids to a clumsy turn and stumbles back to him. Eddie holds up the sunscreen. “Come on, don’t get lobstered, I won’t rub aloe on you later.”
Buck takes the bottle and applies a quick but generous layer. “I think you would,” he says quietly, voice and mouth curved all sly.
“Mm,” Eddie says again, neutrally, making steady eye contact as he accepts the bottle back and takes a sip of his drink slow enough that the alcohol burns in his mouth. Buck lets out one last huff of a laugh, kisses his cheek again, and marches off towards certain doom.
Eddie retreats back into the shade, with the drinks.
Adriana, at the counter, is staring at him.
“What?” Eddie absolutely does not hide behind his glass.
“Mi vida?” She asks, face tipped more towards surprised than teasing. “So it’s serious.”
Fuck. Eddie regrets saying it in front of someone who understands the words. Not the language but the context, what it might mean for Eddie to admit to thinking of a relationship in that way. Someone who knew him, during Shannon and the mess that came after, and after again. Someone who knows him, knows what a fearful man he grew into, knows the protective armor he forges out of carefully kept distance. Eddie was never good at commitment, and has learned to be perpetually frightened of the word forever because he's become intimately familiar with how quickly it can be ripped away. Mi vida, my life. It's terribly revealing. What a promise, what an act of trust. Buck, my life. He'd said it so easily, and staring back at his youngest sister now he doesn't think he can convincingly deny any conclusions she's drawing.
So. "Yes," he says, finishing his drink and holding out the glass for another. "I… it's serious." Gulp, gulp. “He… it’s serious.”
She nods, eyebrows raised all the way up, sipping her own drink. “I mean, clearly you’re all over each other, but I thought it was because he’s, like, tall and hot-“
“Ugh.”
“But like…” her glass tips towards him, liquid dangerously close to spilling. “You’re for real. Are you going to marry this man?”
Jesus. “Jesus, Ri.” Christ. Eddie finishes this drink, too. “I don’t- I don’t know. I can’t even think about that. I don’t know.”
“Okay, well, not marriage then,” she waves one hand to brush away the concept, while the other hand pours him another drink. “But like… You love him.”
Yes. He does, down to his bones he does, all consuming in a way he sometimes forgets to be scared of because it’s Buck, who makes it easy. He loves him, and has loved him, probably, he’ll admit it because of the two margaritas, since he was a stranger that once held his hand who’d pulled his son from a tsunami. It’s only been a year since they’d shared a cigarette and gone home together, but Eddie hardly needed any of that time to know the terrifying scale of this, the you’re it for me of it. He’d known, probably, two margaritas, since that first morning in the same bed. “I love him.”
It comes out awful and whispery and it makes Adriana move around the bar to wrap her arms around him. He leans his head on hers, lets himself be comforted in a way he wouldn’t have in his father’s house when they were young and there wasn’t really space for them to be friends around the roles of protector and protected they’d been slotted into. She smells like sunscreen and salt and limes, and is lovely and warm.
“You seem a lot happier,” she says quietly into his shoulder. “We- I don’t know. I was worried about you.” She leans back, knocks his arm with her knuckles. “So far away.” He doesn’t think she’s talking about the distance between California and Texas. “But he makes you, like… happy and goofy. It’s been a long time.”
He doesn’t point out that they’re on vacation, and it’s summer, and it isn’t always like this; that sometimes their sharp edges fit together wrong and there's a lot of horrible grinding sounds until they align again. But. "He makes me feel safe."
Her eyes glisten a little at the implication that a lot of the time he doesn't. "I'm glad you found each other."
Eddie smiles, genuinely, despite the circumstances of the finding. "Me too."
She knocks back her drink. "Are you going to tell mom and dad?"
"God." He scrubs a hand over his face, and then back through his hair for good measure. A year ago the answer had been a firm no. Texas was far away, he could live a whole life out here exactly as he wanted it and answer to no one. But Buck and Pepa go to bridge, now, and Buck is here on this Diaz Siblings trip when no other partners are because his sisters wanted to meet him, and the cousins all adore him, and Texas is far away but it's where Isabel lives now and Eddie knows- hopes- knows that she would love him, too. And he's taught himself fear for so long that he can't imagine it going any way but badly, but maybe he owes Ramon and Helena the chance to see his whole life and be happy for him, with him. "Maybe. I think… yeah, maybe."
She hugs him again, tight, and then puts her hands on her hips. "You know you still have us as backup. We won't let them be shitty."
He laughs. "I don't know if you can let them do anything."
"Mm," she says, moving to fill her glass again. "Me and Sophia are in possession of more grandchildren than you, that's a lot of leverage."
"Hey, I have Chris, quality over quantity," he grins and then dodges the drops of margarita she flicks at him.
"Fucker. Offer rescinded, I won't forbid them from seeing the kids if they don't immediately put up a pride flag."
He snorts, but he can feel his smile twisting sideways. "Adriana. I don't want you to fuck up your relationship with them for me."
"You think you have exclusive rights to childhood trauma in the Diaz family?" She shrugs, takes a drink, and then shrugs again a little sadder. "It's… it can be easier to stand up for someone else."
He takes a steadying breath against the regret of only being there for his sisters in some ways and not others, and nods, and holds a hand across the bar for her to take. "Here's to ruining Christmas," he says, glass in the air. They drink.
"You wanna go watch your boy get destroyed in the fine arena of weirdly competitive vacation volleyball?" She asks, setting her empty glass down.
He sets his next to hers, and contemplates just how clumsily he's about to go stumbling across the sand from all that rapidly digested tequila. "Sure." Buck will be too busy fighting for his life out there to notice him looking foolish. Though, and he can blame the sappy smile on the third margarita, he thinks Buck would still, always, catch him if he fell. “It’s so sad that I’ll have to tell them that I had a boyfriend who tragically died because Sophia spiked him into the earth’s core.”
She laughs, and they hook their arms together, and walk out into the sun.
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plot heavy codywan fic rec
I have so many words to say about this fic so let’s start by getting to the main points ;
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38064841
Rasphody in Blue by @kckenobi (88k words) is one hell of a fic that I will recommend until the day I wither and die. If you’re looking for a modern setting au with investigations, crime, orchestras, jazz, a very well-paced story, betrayal, angst, themes of loneliness and grief, found-family, look no further!! No really! Gods, go read it, right now, I BEG YOU. I cannot fathom how it doesn’t have more kudos than it already has.
Now onto a more chaotic review of me dumping my thoughts on it in a random order directed at the author. I should’ve left it as a comment really, but now I’ve written it here it’s too late, oh well. Read, don’t read, it doesn’t contain any major spoilers, but if you’d rather have less information of the fic and go into it blind, then maybe don’t read it haha
- Firstly, GODS, the plot hooks. From the first chapter I was on the edge of my metaphorical seat. (I was in my bed.) Seriously, the plot hooks are so well placed I could not put it down. (I finished it at 2am. I didn’t even go to my class this morning I was too tired. But that’s on me. It is as much a demonstration of how captivating the story is as it is of my poor decision making.) The pace was so wonderful, seriously. I always picture a movie in my head when I read something, and with your writing it was so easy to do so, the perfect balance of dialogue, introspection, descriptions! Argh!
- How you wrote loneliness. (’you’ meaning the author, if you’re reading this.) Okay to be fair those themes get to me, they always have, but let me tell you, I was bawling. I had to put down the fic because my eyes were too blurry to read. You bastard. I hate you but I love you. Arghdvjfd. The part that went
“The thing about loneliness is that in the end, it is a more loyal companion than anyone else has ever been. It becomes a shell you settle into, something familiar. Not a home, no longer a prison either. But a skin, something you reside within without really thinking about it, a barricade that walls off your heart from the rest of the world”
Do you live in my head??!!! You got it exactly right. You little shit I had to sit out the fic for two minutes it stole the breath outta me!! I cried!! Again!! Are you okay?? Because I sure am not!!
From the first few sentences I was in love with the whole orchestra setting. Oh my gods. All of it is so perfectly woven with the characters. (Cellist Obi-wan is now one of my all time favorite Obi-wans. It’s just so perfect.) I can just imagine all of the scene translated into a movie/tv show with one of those scenes where the classical music, shots of the character playing their instrument and shots of the dramatic action are superposed. So wonderful. I am also weak for the whole ‘your passion is there for you no matter how bad things get’. And how music was always there no matter all the GUT WRENCHING TERRIBLE ANGSTY SHIT Obi-wan goes through. Can relate to that.
#fic rec#star wars fic rec#star wars#fanfic#codywan#codywan fic#please read it#i'm begging you#i need to know i'm not the only one being emotionally destroyed by this fic#i will drag all of you with me in the angst spiral
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✨ao3 wrapped 2023✨
Haven't seen this tagging meme around at all yet this year, so I thought I'd start it myself!
2022
Works published: 74, very similar to last year! a bit less but the year also isn’t over yet :D edit: by the time I’m getting around to post this, it’s on 86! Yay!
Wordcount: 118254 I’m happy I made it past 100k! That was my tentative goal and I didn’t think I’d make it with how slow it came along for most of the year, but with flufftober and the events I did manage :D
Kudos: 3184
Hits: 31833
Bookmarks: 267
Subscriptions: 114 and I’m at 157 user subscriptions right now? Who follows my multifandom mess of an Ao3, doesn’t that completely clogg up your email inbox? Maybe I’m just biased bc I rarely check my fandomy email and when I do it’s always a mess xD but I think tag lists on tumblr are so much more useful
Most popular by kudos: Gave myself a Fright, a Mirandy (DWP) fic with 301 kudos
Most hits: same fic, 2404 hits
Longest: lonely hearts on remote roads with 10811 words - Milippa road trip AU my beloved!
Shortest: I wrote nine drabbles (100 word ficlets) this year, they’re the shortest ones :)
Most Comments: my podfic of the Mirandy longfic Jigsaw has 14 comment threads - damn, that’s a year with few comments! In past years the whole top 5 commented on fics had more than that. Oh well!
Fics that made me cry: Grief, a fanfic where I project my own feelings about a dead pet onto Myka, and recording the Jigsaw podfic also made me really emotional a lot
Fics that made me smile: so manyy! For example the Berena fic Happiness surrounded by Snow
gifts:
- the first chapter of ‘Time Dilates’ by @barbarawar as my Bering and Wells gift exchange gift back in February, thanks!
- ‘Blame it on Circumstance’, a wonderful sequel to the fluffy fic @squishmittenficfan made me for the Berena gift exchange in 2022, and another sequel Blame it on Love posted just a few days ago I haven’t actually gotten around to read yet but am already very excited for!
- ‘never borrow Helena’s clothes’, a fic for the Bering and Wells advent by @jesstrel that I have beta read for them :)
I have gifted some fics as well this year, I tend to gift people fics when they helped me with it by beta reading or cheering me on, or when I was writing to someone’s prompt! I know I adore getting gift works on Ao3 and I love to share that happiness :)
collaborations:
Halloween fic and art collab with @thewalkingmeepa, that was fun!
Drunken Considerations, a Bering and Wells collab fic with @lavendelhummel :D first time I made a collab while actually in the same room with the other person xD
Both collaborations and part of an event were the fic & podfic works Where No Flan Has Gone Before (Star Trek humor) with @bookgirlfan and Which Mere Modernity Cannot (modern Dracula) with @artax-risen, and the Bering and Wells Advent Calendar with @lavendelhummel @purlturtle @akittennameddaisy @viharistenno @jesstrel @sallysetonbw @violetren @thiakerrigan @tryingthisfangirlthing that is still ongoing! finished now, I take too long for tagging memes xdxD
events:
- Flufftober (I managed to make something for every single day of the month, yay!)
- Berena advent
2022 version
Tagging, if you want to do it, everyone already tagged above as well as @die-schwanenkoenigin @amysnotdeadyet @lesbianlotties @guardianrock @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l @danisnotmyname @batnbreakfast @sapphicscholar @tabsolanya @sterenheart @wibblywobblyida @forestcircle @ongreenergrasses and everyone else who sees this!
For ease of copying: Works published: Wordcount: Kudos: Hits: Bookmarks: Subscriptions: Most popular by kudos: Most hits: Longest: Shortest: Most Comments: Fics that made me cry: Fics that made me smile: gifts: collaborations: events:
sapphicscholar purlturtle die-schwanenkoenigin amysnotdeadyet squishmittenficfan viharistenno lesbianlotties bookgirlfan
#ao3 wrapped#ao3 wrapped tag#Lilo writes#Lilo writes behind the scenes#tagging meme#fanfic tag#mine#dec’23#29.12.23#Berena#Bering and wells#Star Trek#Dracula#mirandy#lilolilyrae#ao3 link#sapphicscholar#purlturtle#die-schwanenkoenigin#amysnotdeadyet#squishmittenficfan#die schwanenkoenigin#schwanenkoenigin#lesbianlotties#daniwouldnever#squishmitten#bookgirlfan
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Director’s cut! I’m obviously obsessed with Grown Ass Women and I’ve always wondered: the first pov story glosses over a lot of little details quickly but of course it makes sense, esp when it’s explained in the second part, Alex’s pov. Was it always intended to be written from both povs, with some details only explained more fully from the other pov?
For a specific scene, how about when all the super friends go to the spin class for the first time?
Omg a deep cut! This is about my fic Spin Doctor, which is a Sanvers AU set in a spin studio that I wrote in the year of our lord 2017, if you can believe it! I wrote this because at the time I was working the front desk at a spin studio one day a week in exchange for free classes, and it was such a ripe space for an AU.
This was only a year or so after I'd written Revelations, and a similar thing happened for both. I started writing a single-POV fic (in the case of Spin Doctor, it was from Maggie's POV, whereas Revelations was Alex's) and then people kept asking for the other POV as a companion fic. To both of those, I said yes! (now I say no, FYI, don't get excited).
But I was newer to writing then, and it really made me a better writer, because I had to consider some choices I'd made and find ways to work around them because the first POV was already published. It feels kind of like when you're working with a canon: what would make her do xx? how can i get her to a place where she xx? because she HAS TO.
I remember in particular with this fic (my memory is hazy, sorry if the details are scrambled), there was something where Maggie missed like two weeks of spin class because she was injured at work. From her POV, it was just like oh yay I finally get to see Alex again! but then when I was writing Alex's POV, I had to reckon with (a) why did Alex think Maggie wasn't there, and (b) How did that absence impact Alex? Short answer: she cried so much, the poor thing!! She was not at all normal about it!
So I think that's probably why the second POV feels more detailed--because I was working through all of these gaps. Also, in Maggie's POV I had sown all of these little seeds of plot and emotion, and then in Alex's I had the opportunity to cultivate and harvest them, while also reverse-engineering some seeds that only make sense in retrospect for Maggie's POV. An example of that is Maggie notices that Alex wears the same outfit every spin class, so then in Alex's POV she's like meticulously documenting every tank top Maggie wears. Parallel processes, different outcomes.
When the Superfriends come to spin: brb let me reread it. God it's been so long!
Alex sets up Maggie's bike for her. Awww, what a gay baby in love! I like that this is the first time Maggie's like "........waaaaaaait. does she?????? like me???????" Romance is stored in a well-adjusted spin bike, as the classical saying goes.
Alex tells Kara, "Don't break my bike," which Maggie thinks is cute but weird, but I LOVE because, you know. I know Alex means it.
And then in Alex's POV, Kara activates her heat vision enough to make her eyes glow at Alex in fake-anger, and I just like playing with that.
Here's a fun one. In Maggie's POV, the line is: "Danvers walks away, over to her own bike."
In Alex's it's: "But Lucy’s already looking Sawyer up and down with a nearly maniacal glint in her eye, and Alex has stared down White Martians and alien invaders and assault rifles but she turns on her heel and she positively flees back up to the platform."
Maggie is like, Alex walked away, end of thought. And Alex is like, if I don't run away like a coward right now, I'm going to lick this woman up and down her body for the rest of my life and that might be odd due to the fact that I'm a stranger to her and until three days ago I thought I was straight.
It's the same vibe as when Maggie is like I put my hair in a ponytail because that's how you exercise and Alex nearly orgasms every time. Swap for how Alex gets on and off her bike; she's like, I got on my bike, and Maggie is like, she leaps onto the bike with the lithe grace of a predator. She is beauty, she is grace, i want her to punch me in the face. nothing has ever been as erotic as watching this woman straddle a stationary bicycle. i am proposing immediately.
In general, I loved writing this fic. I think I learned a ton as writer from it, and it was such a delight. My first sexy scene (push-ups!!!). My second Sanvers dual POV! Lots of cast management! Such an AU! It was a blast, and I'm so glad there are folks who still like it!
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hiii, first off im gonna say I love your fics, and I love your analysis of all the NXX boys, it rlly made me wanna learn more about the non-luke characters lol. (plus that one fic of yours that was omega luke going into heat permanently lives inside my head)
I just wanted to say abt the ask that wonders if Rosa knows Luke's illness is chronic - he tells her explicitly that the doctors have told him he has less than three years of life left in story 3 of under the milky way. it's right at the start of story 3, in the letter he sends rosa.
which also leads me to a question about the canonicity? canon-ness? canonnity? of the cards. I'm sorry if I'm just completely out of the loop, I dropped ToT for a bit before coming back and I have a terrible memory. but are all the events in these cards canon? because like the asker said, it rlly would change the dynamic if Rosa thought the illness was just chronic. (also I forgot if he mentioned the 3 year thing elsewhere). post-utmw Rosa knows he only has 3 years left but does regular rosa know?
I think I'm just incoherent and I'm sorry for the long ask haha it was rlly rambly but yeah that's basically what I wanted to ask.
hi anon!! first off oh gosh, thank you for your kind words!!
im so glad you like both my analyses and my fics (especially the omega luke fic gosh, it’s been so long since then, i almost forgot i wrote that HAHA)
now in regards to that ask youre mentioning, i fear there mightve been a misunderstanding! cuz in that ask, we were pertaining to the mc that exists within the Main Story Route. whereas the mc youre describing is the mc that exists within the Luke Personal Story route. forgive me if i misunderstood but to explain, eventually, main story and personal story (aka where all the respective cards, respective personal stories, and probably even the team events in a wibbly wobbly timey wimey way, exist in) diverges
to better visualize this, ive made a chart. but you caught me at a time i was doodling and had my drawing tablet plugged in so we’re all getting a taste of my bad handwriting
so if you look at this, you'll first notice how i forgot the number 6 in main story and then rushed to squeeze it in. but more importantly this is what i mean by diverging
based on what i remember, im pretty sure (....okay semi-pretty sure) that for all of the boys, main stories 1-5 has happened. this is because cards will mention dangerous/busy work (nxx work) and thus mc must be part of the team first for that work to happen. main stories 1-5 also must have happened because thats how she meets/works with (or re-meets, in luke's case) all of the boys one by one. after which, the personal story routes (along with all the cards) happens in a divergent timeline
there are some caveats tho. very very early cards of luke (and for this ask i will focus on luke's divergent personal story route timeline, just for simplicities sake.....should i abbreviate too? Luke's DPSRT = divergent personal story route timeline. Luke's MSRT = main story route timeline. perfect. that totally makes things less confusing!) mention mc not yet knowing where luke was during his 8 year disappearance, meaning that those cards MUST have happened BEFORE main story 5, when he tells the truth about where he went
barring little bits like those though, this divergence generally stands. the biggest proof of the divergence showed up in main story 9 because at that point, mc in Luke's DPRST already Knew about luke's illness. but mc in Luke's MSRT does not, and does not know as much as of the details as well.
another smaller proof that Luke's DPRST and Luke's MSRT are divergent is aaron. in Luke's DPRST, mc meets aaron for the very first time in bloom chapter personal story 4. but in Luke's MSRT, mc meets aaron for the first time in main story 9.
now on canonicity? my answer is yes
on like, everything.
barring the AU cards (like sott and gufeng cards, yknow), everything in all timelines is canon. just NOT at the same time. you can only choose one and---
oh my god wAIT THIS RESPONSE IS ONE I CAN USE TO ANSWER ANOTHER ASK IN MY INBOX, SIT TIGHT ANON 1
CUZ I GOT THIS ASK A FEW DAYS AGO FROM AN ANON I WILL CALL ANON 2:
and my answer to anon 2 over here is
i think the prologue is a dream sequence or some kind of metaphor or some kind of fever dream, yeah, but one that takes place in the Main Story Route Timeline specifically. and that something went wrong. terribly wrong, though idk what yet exactly.
the reason i think this happens in the MSRT in particular is cuz of 1) it's a prologue to main story in particular, i feel + 2) because of what we call "pulls" in this game: we use a Tear (of themis) to receive a pull of a card, which are called Visions.
all the cards of happier romances take place in divergent timelines, and these are visions because maybe it is MSRT mc who is having visions of these different possibilities that couldve happened, if only she werent in this timeline she chose, in the main story timeline where so many horrible things happen.
.....i feel as if ive said the word "timeline" way too many times to be making sense now, but theres my answers, anon 1 and anon 2!!
i hope something in here was useful and/or interesting ;w;
#asks#anon#ive said it once and ive said it again: thinking about the timelines gives me a headache so most of the time i just dont VKJSHDFDS
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✧✿✧˖° Chocolate °˖✧✿✧
Hello heLLOO! *waves excitedly over a round table* come come I have tea and dessert for everyone *pulls out a few chairs*
Alright, so. Some of my thoughts first regarding the Academic AU
I wrote this fic longer than intended because I was going heavy with the details and plot
Though I am wondering if this kind of smut is welcome here, because I've let a few of my friends to read it and gotten mix responses, some said it was lengthy while some said they liked it
Personally, I was trying to walk readers through the entire process, and since its the first encounter/$ex scene, I wanted to show the small details to indicate some stuff
Initially I was going to write like virgin reader for the innocent sake. but that will make my fic longer WHEEZE-
I ended up hinting the "innocent" part with the floral pattern on the brief, well I say hint but idk if that was obvious lmfao anyways-
not to say I dont like longer fics, but the longer I write, the more mistakes im gonna encounter (if you can't tell already, i struggle a lot with grammar lol)
In the end after much consideration, ive cut down heavily on the smut and condensed to what we have now and Im okay with it, tho I would like to hear your thoughts (send me anonymously if you're shy, or just comment, I dont bite I promise :D)
Okay, *pours everyone a cup of tea*, some headcannons and notes
So, as you all can tell, there was a hint of mlm there of Price x Simon, not sure how everyone think about it but I for one eat that shit up
Now, I did gave some thoughts about the subjects Price and Simon teach, in the end though I decided to leave it blank because I couldn't be sure
See im from Asia so the education system here is extremely different from the UK/US, and I got kinda confused and overwhelmed with the choices XD so I just left it blank
I was going to write them with STEM majors, but eeerrr Idk, cant really picture Price or Simon as engineer or medicine lecturers(iykyk)(rise up my STEM sisters and brothers-)
Perhaps you can give me some thoughts about it, I was thinking something about History for Price, then something about Linguistic/Statistic/Psychology for Simon
Okay, Gaz also made an appearance on the fic((of course he did, my precious bb)), now for him I have a solid idea to make him Pharmacology based or at least somewhere along the healthcare sector, hence the Dr
I might, also bring Soap in the future, but I dont know how or what his role will be yet (gym tutor? physical therapist?)
Will I make this into a poly thing? Im not sure, probably not XD but I might do a special moment with Gaz bcuz im that bias
oh yeah, forgot add on, but yes there's a reason for the name changes(Mr Riley to Simon) and name that stayed (Prof Price), its just to further show that Price has the power and all the sayings (you know cuz he is the Captain originally so I wanted to bring that over)
You wanna call him John? mmmm that's gonna take some convincing and time >:)
Lastly, some future plans (no promises) - nsfw here
many h0rny, many ideas, many tired
anyways, Im thinking of xreader individually fic(like Price x you then Simon x you separately), then eventually building it up to both of them destroying you in threesome manner (lovingly)
I want. I want to write Price being mEAN YALL-
Like him bullying you and putting a vibrat0r inside you and force you to come out to write something on the board in front of everyone, dialing up the intensity as you try your hardest not to cum right there
or or or or or
thinking about c0ckwarming under his desk- raaasdajdgajdh
then Simon...oh sweet sweet Simon
Im thinking maybe dom!reader, just a maybe.
Riding him until he's a whimpering sobbing mess
Idk if anyone remembered, but u know this part?
:)
yeah, maaaaaybe Simon has that exhibitionism kink
so lets abuse that shall we
thinking of doing it in the car park/in his car, you giving him head under the steering wheel as he pulls down the car window slightly to talk to a student who just wanted to chat
Poor him trying to be calm and steady his tone as his knuckles turned white, hands clammy as you suck harder, not giving a damn if you're going to draw attention
or or or or or or or
going back to the riding part, tying him up with his tie, not letting him touch you as you ride that dick like your life depends on it, you hear him begging and whimpering, bucking his hips up desperately
im very unwell
ANYWAYS, ye so far, these are the only ideas I have atm, but don't expect me to write it so soon haha
If im gonna be honest, this blog was created when I had a massive art block, and then somehow (even until today!!) my soft fics blew up and ye it escalated from there
not really but also- If you see me write a fic, its usually bcuz im struggling with art, likewise if you followed me on @gomzdraws or twitter, you would notice im more active cause I think for me, drawing is easier than writing
im grateful to be able to express in two mediums tho, even tho I suck at it haha
but I do sincerely want to make this into a series, so I thank everyone for being patience with me, I appreciate it
Ogeh, *brings out a briefcase* recommendation time
if you like Prof AUs, then boi do I have some fics for you here in tumblr
Guyfierii has a long Prof series and they're wonderful
mehh141's amAZING PROF PRICE ART IM CRYING-
Shroomie (one of the first few blog I was exposed to when I started reading cod fics :D) made 2 Prof fics as well - sadly I dont think they're active since April because of uni :(
ajhdkadh sleepyconfusedpotato, the god of both being a great artist and oc!fic writer made a post a while ago about tf141 possible Professor headcannons - give it a look if ya interested
that is all from me, and btw don't feel obligated to comment or send me a text or anything!! The fact that you made it till the end is already making me happy :D thanks for reading my babbling and points LMAO
Have a nice day/night friends :)
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just me, just you
pairing → kwon soonyoung x reader
word count → 635
genre → fluff, vaguely mentioned neighbors au, vaguely mentioned college au LMFAO, friends to lovers? kind of???
↳ tags: random vague trip!, neighbor hoshi, CUTE hoshi, rooftop chats ?, soonyoung being sweet and stupid a little bit also, holding hands, a City, taking pictures kinda, flirting ????????, umm its cold. thats it
song inspo → older by 5sos feat. sierra deaton <3
warnings → none !!
a/n → can i be honest. i have been on a trip recently and this has been the only thing on my mind. literally in pieces over it. also i wrote this in like 25 minutes so absolutely nothing is proofread and you guys are getting this as is enjoy stay warm uhhh. horanghae
“Aren’t you cold up here?”
Soonyoung’s voice almost gets carried away by the wind, but it manages to reach you somehow. You turn around to look at him, briefly, watch for a moment as he walks closer to you. Pulling the sleeves of your new puffer jacket down to cover your hands, you shrug.
“A little,” you say when he gets close enough. His nose is already red from the cold. “The view’s worth it, though.”
It is, truly. The skyline of an unfamiliar city is more beautiful than anything you’ve ever seen, yellow and blue lights from windows twenty stories high gleaming in the dark. The bridges reaching across the water from one part of the city to the other glow over the barely visible waves. It’s cold, but not bitter. You’re thankful for your hotel’s rooftop access.
“Wah,” Soonyoung says, like he’s just noticing the lights around the both of you. You snort at him. “You’re right, it’s so pretty.”
The two of you stand in silence for a moment, taking in the distant sounds of police sirens and car horns. It’s peaceful, somehow, ambient all the way up here. You feel wistful thinking about the nature of things – on a barely-planned, week long trip with your neighbor slash friend from college. The timing was the least impulsive part about it, despite it being two weeks before finals start rolling out; the calm before the storm, maybe.
With no itinerary and no clue about what was even available to you in the city, you’ve spent your time gently and without any rush. Too many things to do, so might as well just go for the things that seem the most interesting.
“Hey, look over here for a second,” Soonyoung calls suddenly, and you wonder when he got so far away. You turn a little to see him halfway back to the stairwell door, his phone pointed at you. You blink, but offer a little smile for one picture and a cute pose for another.
“How long were you taking pictures of me?” You ask, jokingly interrogative. Soonyoung smiles, shrugs, scrolls through a few in his camera roll as he walks back up to you.
“Long enough,” he responds, then, looking at you, “you looked pretty. I wanted to capture it.”
Oh, you think, blinking at him. He smiles, but you can practically feel him start to get nervous at your lack of words. “I see,” you say. “Thank you.”
And maybe it doesn’t have to mean what you think it does, maybe it could mean something sweet and friendly. Something kind and a safe distance away.
But maybe it’s something close and gentle. Something warm and romantic. With just the two of you here…
“You didn’t happen to bring any hot packs up with you, did you?” You ask suddenly, feeling the chill of nervousness start to reach you. You shiver when a breeze flows by.
Soonyoung shakes his head. “No. Should I go get some? I think I brought some with me, they’re just in my suitcase –”
“No,” you interject. Your face feels warm despite the cold, and you think of introducing yourself as his neighbor, and then seeing him on campus the following Monday. You think of his big, eager grin and all the times he’s come over for dinner because you cook so much better than him. “Just, uh. Give me your hand?”
Soonyoung is notoriously a little slow, but he must catch onto you quick, because he grins that big, eager grin and holds your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours gently. It’s impractical, does little to actually keep either of your guys’ hands warm, but you think both of you know and neither of you care.
Besides. With a view this pretty, you can’t even feel the cold.
#caratwritersclub#kdiner#bruh its been so long tumblr doesnt even remember my tags. sorry guys#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagine#svt x reader#svt imagine#svt hoshi x reader#svt hoshi imagine#seventeen hoshi x reader#seventeen hoshi imagine#hoshi x reader#hoshi imagine#kwon soonyoung x reader#kwon soonyoung imagine#kpop x reader#kpop imagine#x reader#imagine#reader insert
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FLOYD!! FIGHT ME! YOU ARE TOO CUTE TO HANDLE AND ONLY ONE IF US CAN STAY!! Not really tho cause we both know you can thrash me like a kitten haha You scare me but you are too lovely to hate 🥺 maybe we can hangout sometime, preferably with no violence? I feel like we could have a lot of (non-violent) fun!
Reader is already in world
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, manipulation, kidnapping
Floyd Leech-Tight squeeze
Giving Floyd the money for your meal you got ready to leave Mostro Louge. Finally having a free evening made you want to do something else than just sitting around and doing nothing. Just when you were to stand upa letter suddenly entered your vision. Looking up at the eel who was holding it you were surprised by his silence. The usually rather loud twin was suddenly very silent and the grin you were so used to was looking like he was hiding booming laughter behind it. Deciding that you didn't wish for some sort of shady deal (which was the only thing you could imagine him wanting from you) you took the letter and finally left.
Shrimpy,
you shouldn't say such things to people you barely know. Making you sign a contract with info like that would be pretty easy, you know? And what is that question? Non-violent fun? Shrimpy, I only squeeze people, not hurt them. If they can't take a bit of pressure then that is their problem.
But I do have to admit that I had to smile when I read what you wrote. Who knew that the person some people call “God” has such a romantic streak? Writing letters still during this day and age. Shrimpy, could it be that you're old? Hah! You and old! What a joke. You are everything but that tyrannical deity which the fae pray to. But I don't deny that you know more than most about this world. Shrimpy, you really are a all knowing scholar! How fun! Is there something you need? I wouldn't mind getting it for you! For the right price at least.
Meeting up, huh? It would be fun! Shrimpy, I and a squeeze. Don't worry! I won't squeeze you too much. Just a bit! We have to end that competition after all. Although “cute” isn't exactly the description I would use on myself. Have you ever seen a eel fighting for real. Then you wouldn't say such things. But I guess it's ok. I won't mind making exceptions for you. When do you get the chance to talk to someone like you after all? This is also very surprising for me. Usually I would rather do something instead of talking but with you it's the opposite. I wonder why. Have you put a spell on me or what? Let me tell you that I don't take lightly to such things. But, oh well, Shrimpy is too nice for something like that so don't worry!
Where do you want to meet up? Mostro Louge is not free time-space for me but we could meet there if you want. I'm sure that I can make Azul drop the prices for us. Or maybe another place? But then others would also see Shrimpy. That won't do. I am not sure if I would be able to hold back and turn our oh so non-violent hang out into a violent one. Just imagining the eyes of others watching your every move makes my blood boil. Usually I am able to control myself of the situation calls for it but somehow I'm not able to do that as soon as it's about you. But, you are to admit that your letter doesn't make sense one part. You are way cuter. I just want to wrap you up and take you to the bottom of the sea. I'm sure Azul has a potion for that somewhere.
Well, I guess It's fine, well see what happens in the future.
Floyd Leech
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#yandere twst x reader#self aware au#yandere floyd x reader#yandere floyd leech#tw: yandere#tw: manipulation#tw: violence#tw: kidnapping
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The loss of a child tights strings between Tommy and Eleanor they didn't even know existed. | Eleanor x Jack AU pt. III
The already tense table got worse when Lizzie left the room with her head low.
Or perhaps only Tommy, Laura and Eleanor felt it. Jack, Oswald and Diana talked freely, as if they'd rule a simple business.
From Jack's side, Eleanor observed Tommy, a broken man, she pitied him, as a matter of fact, if she could end the meeting and make him rest she would, besides everything she sympathized with his pain.
Suddenly, her mind drifted away, she also lost a child once, when it was still in her womb. Her wifely hold on Jack's thigh tightened as she escaped from the room.
They all kept speaking, not noticing Eleanor wasn't really there. Only when Tommy raised from his chair, she jumped slightly, staring at him with hazed eyes and getting a scolding look from her husband.
“Perish Judah,” he mumbled and sat back down.
“Mrs. Nelson,” Oswald changed his focus, “you look at Mr. Shelby as if he was the statue of liberty itself,”
“Oh,” she gulped, "the statue of liberty isn't very impressive when you live in America,”
“You're also awfully quiet,” Diana added with laughter, “what are your thoughts on our cause?”
“Oh, trust me, I wouldn't have gone all the way from America if I didn't believe it,” Eleanor lied.
“Good,” Laura finally joined in, “it wouldn't be good to have disagreements.”
“Then it's all settled,” Jack finished, squeezing his wife's hand a bit too tight.
“Yes,” Mosley stood up and everyone followed after, the dinner was officially over, “isn't Mrs. Shelby coming down to say goodbye?”
Tommy's sorrow momentary turned to anger as he answered, “I don't think so,”
“Well, send her my best regards then,” Eleanor said, “if she wants to meet for coffee some day, it's always good to have close strings in business like this,”
“...I'll let her know,” Tommy nodded.
Heading off, she hoped Jack would stay with her after the little scene he'd certainly put up out of jealousy, all she needed after tonight was to nap on someone's arms.
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The coffee shop was awfully quiet for a Friday evening. Many empty tables and lonely people. Eleanor waited for Lizzie at the corner, her polite face dropping as Tommy approached the table, ”Mr. Shelby’s clothes don't suit you well, Elizabeth,”
He rolled his eyes and sat down with her, “I want to know exactly what you planned to tell my wife,”
“Surely she'd tell you everything after,”
“She doesn't want to meet you,” he explained, “the dinner was already humiliating enough for her,”
“I understand,” Eleanor nodded, “so you wrote a fake note just to bait me here?”
“No, Lizzie wrote the note,”
“She helps you with this sort of thing? How lovely, Jack never let me,”
“...tell me, Eleanor,”
“I'd-” she hesitated, “ I'd tell her it never passes, it doesn't pass, and when I lost mine he wasn't even born yet, but with time it hurts less,”
Tommy sighed, snapping his fingers at a waiter and ordering two black teas. They waited in silence, not the torturing type he dealt with in the tunnels, as if an attack could come at any moment. Eleanor's silence was soothing, she didn't have anything to say and he didn't have to answer, which was good, because he no longer was the man of answers.
“Alright,” he started when tea was served, “tell me about it,”
“No, this was supposed to be for Lizzie's ears,” she sipped, “although I think she hasn't reached rock bottom yet, when she does she'll need you to pull her back,”
“Like Mr. Nelson pulled you back?”
“Like he pulled me back,”
Tommy gritted his teeth, as inappropriate as it sounded, he felt better with a stranger in a coffee shop than at home with his family - or what lasted of it. Everything was easier with her, with no emotional bagage.
It was like hearing his accountant advice on investment. Easy. Professional. Impersonal, and for a fraction of second, he wondered if life would've been easier with her.
“From which part of Small Heath are you?” he asked.
“Last block,”
“Watery Lane,”
“Hm, not so far,”
“No, not much,” he agreed, “then how the fuck did you get to Boston?”
“You already know that,”
“I want to hear it from you,”
“If you want to know about my past you'll have to tell me yours,”
“Deal,”
“Well,” she sighed, “I had an aunt who lived in Brighton, she needed help to babysit since her husband was useless, so my mum spared me to her, Jack was living around, Brighton has many hospitals specialized in tuberculosis because the coast is good for the lungs,”
Tommy weakly scoffed, coast, gold, surgeries, everything to give false hopes to doomed people.
“When his siblings died he was left with a huge debt and no family except for his mum who was still in Ireland, she's already dead if you plan to use that against us in the future,” she continued, “we were having a little fling, mutual comfort I suppose, he convinced me England had nothing left for us, but I still had- have my mum and brother, now it doesn't matter, they probably don't remember me anymore,”
Squinting his eyes, he remembered the gossip, a girl left for Brighton and never came back. She was declared missing in the town's local newspaper.
“What about you? How the fuck did you get to the parliament?” Eleanor asked.
“Cleverness,” he mumbled.
“No, full story, it's only fair, I told you mine,”
“My family had a betting business and the power of laying curses,” he explained, “I made it all legal and got under the government's eye,”
“Jack says you control the masses, is this why they had an eye on you?”
“No, I took something from them,” he thought of the BSA guns.
“And they took your whole life back?” she smirked, “Thieves,”
For the first time in weeks, Tommy was humored up, the corner of his lips moved in something that could become a smile. They got silent again, but this time, Eleanor seemed uncomfortable, fidgeting with her cup.
“I should go,” she said.
“You didn't finish your tea,”
“I don't like black tea, I prefer coffee,”
“Very american of you,”
With a chuckle and a polite nod, Eleanor left the coffee shop and returned to her hotel room.
#*laughs nervously* i can't stop writing but IDK how to end this#OC Eleanor Shelby#tommy shelby x oc#oh this wasn't proofread
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Hey, I know you asked for asks about trans Danny (and I love your universe so much, don't get me wrong), but I was wondering have you ever considered trans Steve? He'd have had the rare opportunity to 'start over' when he's send away from HI, maybe he took the chance to transition? On the other hand, trans folks were banned from the military back then and we all know how the Navy made Steve the man he is. What path d'you think he could have taken if he was trans? Or would/could he have cheated his way into the Navy anyway? I'm curious but I know this is not your playground so feel free to ignore. Thx.
Oh darling, anything to do with transing a character’s gender is my playground, thank you so much for this question.
TW: for general discussion of dysphoria, this gets pretty heavy emotionally. And also personal, lmao.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about trans!Steve, and what I think a transgender narrative for him would look like. And this is any flavor of trans tbh, be that telling the story of Stephanie McGarrett, Steven McGarrett, Stef McGarrett, etc.
For all intents and purposes, Steve was raised by the navy. It’s a very intrinsic part of his character. For me it’s up there w/ Danny being from New Jersey. You can’t not make Danny a Jersey boy, just like you can’t not make Steve a SEAL. I’ve spoken a little bit about this being why I find it difficult to put Steve into different careers here, and I think it applies to this as well.
And you’re right re: being trans in the US military. There’s a long and complicated history of it either being banned or restricted, and it technically only became ‘legal’ in 2021. Even if I wrote a trans!Steve as a modern au like trans!Danno is, he would be unable to be out of the closet and be in the Navy. I don't think he'd be able to cheat his way in either, that's a pretty big To Do.
I do think he’d still have joined the navy, even if he was trans. I think he’d just have been in the closet about it. And it’s for this reason that imho trans!Steve would be one of those people who doesn’t come out and transition until they’re in their 40s or something. It would be the story of DEADNAME McGarrett going to Annapolis, becoming a SEAL, being the Navy’s Finest, Creating Five-0 and then much later, deciding to come out. Like post season 10 timeline coming out, I think.
Because Steve keeps a lot of his feelings crammed up inside his head and heart, and he stews over stuff, and he’s not emotionally open. He just isn’t. The Military Fucked Steve Up. John McGarrett, whether he meant to or not, Fucked Steve Up. All of the other shit's that's happened, has Fucked Steve Up. Steve opens up more over the progression of the show, especially w/ Danny, but he’s still an emotionally constipated nutcase in many ways.
Is this a story I’d ever write? No. There are a few reasons for that, and the main ones stem from my own Gender Experience™ and shit. It’s the same reason why Trans!Danno takes place when Danny’s in his 30s and has pretty much already transitioned socially/medically/etc. The story of Danny’s coming out and transition is glossed over, because if I delve into the depression and dysphoria aspect too deeply, I’m gonna start drinking too much again. Being closeted sucks, dysphoria sucks, the internalized self-loathing and shame sucks, and it is euheuheuheuheuheuh DEEPLY triggering for me.
Trans!Danno takes place after most, if not all of that, for Danny. Danny’s got the surgeries he wanted, he’s on T, he looks in the mirror and likes what he sees, he’s doing GREAT. Does he still have issues and insecurities? Well yes, because he’s human. But I am uninterested in writing about the emotionally darker and more upsetting aspects of trying to come out and transition, because I do this for fun and I don’t wanna bum myself out.
The story of Steve/Stephanie/Stef McGarrett, coming out and transitioning at the age of like 45/50 would be deeply sad in many ways. It’d be steeped in internalized transphobia, self-loathing, dysphoria, etc. Especially when you take into consideration Steve’s character and how he Deals with things emotionally. It’d also be a story of joy, of self-actualization, and all those other good things.
Are those stories meaningful and important? Absolutely. Would I personally write it? No. Because the journey to get to that joy would trigger the shit out of me. Is that everyone’s gender experience? Also no, but it’s mine and that’s the lens I’m approaching stuff from.
Excellent question! Thank you so much.
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