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one of the things I love abt disco elysium is that the game doesn't have a correct ideology it rewards you for following. (grain of salt I haven't played as a fascist so idk what that looks like). if you play as a hard core communist the game will poke holes in your theory. no you can't just make the world better via psychic powers by reading old esoteric texts. "we just haven't done real communism yet" isn't a valuable argument in its favor. if you play through as a moralist, the game will prod you for being wishy washy, for allowing injustice simply because you can't take a harder stance against it. the ideology of a centrist will always favor those currently in power because it favors the status quo. if you align yourself strongly with the union, well, how do you deal with corruption? how do you deal with a community of people who don't want to organize up, like the fishing village? there's no way to get through this game being ideologically "right", but you can focus on helping people. maybe you aren't a fan of the Hardie boys' vigilante justice but they are the only ones who will help auntie Leplante. maybe mañana does work to support evrart knowing he's corrupt, but he's going to spare you some change if you can't make rent your first night. disco is about politics but it's also, I think, about how politics should (and have to) come second to just. doing good. helping around, if you can. accepting help, if fortunate. your politic will never be perfect. life's a bitch and then you keep living.
#im sure someone has written de meta along this line thats more succinct but#i played through the first time as a leftyish moralist bc i was afraid of choosing 'wrong' and losing the game#playing thru multiple times shows you. you will always be wrong. dont worry so much about that part though#disco elysium#which makes harry a really useful protagonist bc it shoves you into the headspace of like#'ive been wrong before and im just fuckin doin my best at this point'#which is like. something people forget is a common trait for People. when talking abt politics
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I'm feelin a whole lot better 10 hours after surgery
#ritalks#the teeth are gone and it feels real fuckin weird#my cheeks are v sore but thats the most of the pain#im kinda worried about displacing the blood clots so im tryin to be real careful#also i gotta actively remember not to feel the sockets bc i always worry at things w my tongue but i cant be doin that rn
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do these ppl actually play their own game? y tf is widow gettin nerfed while mei of all fuckin ppl is gettin buffed? can we actually be so fr right now
#these mfs always doin SUMTHIN#and its always so UNNECESSARY#like plz y r we buffin mei when shes alrdy broken and annoyin asf to deal with#but no lets nerf the sniper because she snipes#i understand the hanzo nerf because hanzos just shoot into the void and sumhow get oneshots while doin so but as a window main#im not fuckin with the change#not even on no biased shit but i dont think window is easy to pick up like ppl r makin it out to be#do u know how easy it is to counter her? especially up close?#sighhhhhhh#overwatch#my post
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It comes as somewhat a surprise when the others realize that something has obviously happened between their resident Lieutenant and Private, as she’s quick to fall silent whenever he appears, and even more so make herself scare when she can when he’s around. It’s only the third time that Soap sees it that he says something, because if he doesn’t no one else will, and where’s the fun in that?
He watches her duck her head and leave the break room, Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost sitting alone at the breakfast table conversing over soggy cereal and cooling tea; Soap pushes a piece of bacon on his plate and asks, “Trouble in paradise, Lt?” the corner of his mouth arches with a slight grin when he hears the warning grunt come from Ghost.
“No.”
“Seems like it,” he retorts, taking a sip of his coffee. “What’d ya do? Tell her ta fuck off?”
“Drop it, MacTavish,” Ghost warns darkly. “Nothing’s wrong.”
This time, Gaz jumps in. “C’mon, Lt., it’s obvious that something’s wrong. I mean, she won’t even look at you, let alone say anything unless you speak first.”
“An’ she’s callin’ ‘im ‘sir.’” Soap adds, pointing at him. “Christ, Lt., ya musta done a number on ‘er. Poor Puffin. So sweet and kind. Broke ‘er heart ya did.”
Price can tell that Ghost is close to snapping at the both of them but gets to it before he does. “Soap, Gaz, go catalogue our inventory for the mission next week.”
“Aw, but we already d—” Soap falls silent when Price shoots him a look and quietly grumbles to himself as he grabs his plate and cup, Gaz following in suit.
It’s only until the two soldiers are alone that Price asks, “What did happen, Simon?”
Ghost lets out a long sigh and rolls his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Pretty much told ‘er to fuck off.”
Price watches quietly as Ghost begins rattling to himself—he’s never really had to ask the man to explain himself. All he’s gotta do is prompt him to do so and Ghost does the rest.
“I just got mad. She’s always ‘round and practically up my arse, and I got caught up and instead of ‘andlin’ it properly, I shoved my fucking foot in my mouth and scalped her.” He rubs a hand over his face. “I meant to be gentler but once I started, I couldn’t stop. It just kept comin’ out. And now she fuckin’ hates me.”
He pulls his hand down and looks up at Price with a scowl—the man is smiling at him, but it’s that stupid smile that means more than Ghost wants to admit it does.
“Quit that.”
“You care about her,” Price murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, though his admonish is still harsh. “And instead of telling her how you felt like a grown adult, you took the ten-year-old way out and decided to be a cunt to her.”
“I didn’t mean to be such a cunt.”
“But the fact of the matter is that you did, and you’ve screwed up team fluidity and cohesion.” He looks at him. “You know a team divided—”
“Can’t stand,” Ghost finishes with an even worse scowl. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He looks away. “I just don’t know how to even start tryin’ to fix it.”
“Well, apologizing might be a good start,” Price rumbles with a grin. “She’s a good kid, Simon. Her heart’s in the right place, even if it’s a bit much at times. Shows she cares. More than most do in our line of work. She’s a rare one.”
“I know,” he admits in a much, much softer tone. “I just don’t want her to lose that doin’ this.” His eyes meet Price’s, and they hold such a misery. “Look at us, Price,” he mutters, gesturing between them. “Middle age, unmarried, no kids, too fucked up for anything like that. She doesn’t…” he clenches his jaw. “She deserves a better path, a safer path, than this life. She deserves to go out and have a life where she comes home to a family.”
“That’s not your choice to make, son,” he replies gently, but there’s a firmness to it. “If this is what she wants to do, then she will. We can’t make her get out of service.”
Ghost growls low in his throat. “She has so much more potential than being cannon fodder. She could do somethin’ with her life. Somethin’ good. Somethin’ that won’t have her dying face down in the sand with a bullet wound in the back.”
Price simply watches him.
“But she’s so fuckin’ stupid. She wants to be here. She wants to spend whatever time she has dodgin’ bullets and wakin’ up every night in sweat ‘cause she can’t escape the dreams. No one wants to do this. We don’t want to do this. We do this because we have to. But her? She’s happy here.” He lowers his voice, it’s as if he’s in disbelief. “She’s happy here.” He looks at Price. “Why? Why is she so happy here?”
It's another long moment before Price speaks.
“You hear, son, but you don’t listen.” He moves the cup on the saucer. “She bounced around homes growing up, scraped by on the skin of her teeth. She has no one. But here, she has something. She has people who care for her, if nothing else, they won’t let her die alone.”
“Oh what? So, it’s found family bullshit?” Ghost spits. “If she dies, at least the team would mourn her?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve done too?” he replies, and Ghost falls silent. “People like Gaz, Soap, and myself are different than you and she are, Simon. We have homes. We’ve had families that have loved us, that do love us. But you two? Simon, you’ve made a home where you’ve had to. Made a family out of people you’ve bled for, would gladly bleed for. You’ve made something that’s yours. You made a family for yourself. And so did she. She’s made us her family. The one she never had the privilege to call her own.”
Price lets out a quiet hum, and pats his thighs, standing up and pushing his chair in.
“Think on what I’ve said, son. And if nothing else, apologize and leave it at that. Put the ball in her court and let her make the next move.”
As he walks off, he hears, “And if she doesn’t want it?”
He tosses a knowing look over his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll take it.” His eyes twinkle as he adds, “Takes an awful strong woman to care about a man like you.”
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader imagines#simon ghost riley x reader imagine#simon ghost riley imagines#simon ghost riley imagine#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x reader imagines#simon riley x reader imagine#simon riley imagines#simon riley imagine#simon riley#ghost x reader#ghost x reader imagines#ghost x reader imagine#ghost imagines#ghost imagine#ghost#cod#cod imagines#cod imagine#captain price#price#john soap mactavish#soap#john mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#gaz#kyle garrick
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theres something very frustrating about ppl shaming me for being gross all the time and then i do everything to Remain Clean so they leave me alone and then ppl act like im a neat freak. which one do you fuckin want?
#sorry that my version of being clean doesnt always seem to align with your version#sorry im a different fucking person#i can either not care or care those are your options. you just gotta accept that when i care imma be thinking about every little fuckin#thing that could contribute to me being gross.#no theres no in between. i cant only kinda care. my brain will constantly be thinking about how i couldve done it better.#so its either i dont give a shit and you accept i smell like bo today or i care and you stfu about my cleaning habits#its 100 or nothing with me on this#bc if im gonna clean? i minus well go all out. i minus well try to be as clean as i can be.#why bring all this energy up to do it in the first place if im only gonna half ass it#i try to do hospital levels of cleanliness ok. they know wtf theyre doin theyre tryna prevent diseases n shit from spreading ok#so if im gonna clean i should be like that bc the point of cleaning is to prevent diseases n shit anyways#fungal growth etc. otherwise ppls obsession w telling you you smell gross wouldn't matter as much bc there wouldnt be shit to worry about#like if produced bo but it didn't negatively effect my health at all i dont think id ever care when ppl say that shit to me#like sure its repelling but at least im not gonna fuckin. die from some spetic disease#septic*#and usually for a day or two you dont gotta worry about that being an issue but still. ppl treat you like you're gross anyways so whatever
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finally got to ramble abt lupin iii after a year of not doing it
theres a watch party in the works now just
yall im shaking with happiness like i love showing ppl things i love n i had to endure months of irl ppl goin "oh never heard of it" and half listening in
#RAMBLING HAPPY#ADJKASHDJKAS#also we doin the first as the first movie#mainly bc its a good starter#tho cagle is always great#im unsure abt some things cause lupin does have some stuff that might be triggering that im afraid of but ill cross that bridge later#anywho gonna sleep#i just#really am hyped to share smth i love#and it may be cringe but#i just am really glad theres ppl who can listen#cause by god i had to be a fuckin market salesman for lupin for a year in class#sayin like 'hey remember cowboy bebop n stuff? inspired by lupin'#or 'hey castle of cagliostro is such a good movie its made by studio ghibli!'#and no one gives any shits#so now ppl are giving MANY shits and im here for it
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Bro Advice
bruh, you 'kay there dawg? cause yer sittin' here all moody n' depressed dude and im like this ain't right, yeah bro?
ah, ya what dude? failed an... exam bro? huhuhuhuh bruh, come on dude, don't be a pussy 'bout it, who cares bout some random exam lol bro
okay, okay bro, i see yer real invested in this exam bullsh-- in this exam, and im here like why bruh? you're at the gym bro, ya should be like pumped and ready to lift dude
yer career depends on it? bruh, there ain't nothin' worth broodin' over like you're doin' right now bro, just nah dude, life just continues bro, you just stand up and get some weights on the rack huhuhuhuh am i right bro?
brooooo! am tellin' ya, arms and chest is like the perfect thing for a shit day bruh-- yer not a gym-obsessed dumbass? dawg, gym's like the only thing worth obsessing over huhuhuh bro, am tellin' ya
nah dude, ya need some correctin' that attitude bro, cause let me tell ya bro, yer just thinkin' too much my dude
bro, don't fight it, believe me bro, yer gonna feel so fuckin' good bro, you lust gotta let go, just not hold as many fuckin' useless thoughts in that head of yours bro, its like so simple bruh
ugh, bruh that's cause you're fightin it dude, like try this bro, like, come 'ere bro, were gonna do some curls bro, gotta get these guns pumped huhuhuh
yeah bro, get these movements steady dude, rep after rep, yeah like that dude, feel them repeat, one after the other, almost endless bro
exactly bruh, yer killin it dude, just keep pushin', yeah like that-- nah bruh, ya can't just go back to talkin' bout that... i don't even remember what ya were broody about bro, see, that's what yer s'possed to so - just kinda forget bro, cause it ain't important dude
dawg, ya don't understand, and yer the one with too much thinkin' huhuhuhuh, good one, anyway bro, ya have to let it go bruh, let it go
don't be a fuckin nerd bro, am yer big bruh and am gonna take care of ya, but ya can't just turn into some pussy, ya get it bro
fuck yeah dude, get that PB bro, let's fuckin' go brah! see, yer doin' great bro, ya just gotta push yourself on the bench dude and that's all it takes
huh, bro, no idea what you're on about dude, like, ya came to the gym and we're doing a workout, what else is there to it?
nah bro, yer like my lil' bro, ain't that right huhuhuh, cause im like, makin' sure yer a proper bro in the gym, yeah?
dude, uni's not a thing for real bros like ya or me, it's for lame nerds who can't even lift 50 lbs on the bench, fuckin' hell those damn pussies, we ain't like them bro, we're real men bro
i mean, just look at yourself, these pumped guns and chest, some nice thick thighs, bro yer a real bro, like myself dude, no denying it
i bet yer mind feels foggy huhuhuhuh, you just lifted like a lot bro, you gotta take a break after this dude
nah, man, am pretty sure we've been like, bros in the gym for like, months, weeks, who gives a fuck, but I can tell ya that i ain't quittin' bruh, ill take care of ya, lil' bro, just like ive always done, right bruh?
right bro
yer my bro, dude
always have been
and ain't nothin' gonna change that
duhuhuhuh these are some nice biceps bro
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ok we’ve talked about the boys being stalkers and their ways of like stalking the girls n shit but like what about the girls…i gotta know how crazy they are fr
well ive talked about foxy psychosexually tormenting pope like she already is kind of his stalker she was obsessed with him and constantly following him around campus because it fucked with her that he was at the top of the class even while fuckin off with his friends. so she started being weird like asking him to cover over and study "just to see if he would do it." always playing mind games to get him bricked up then ignore him like shes a silly lady all that bc he was one point higher than her on an essay.
kitten would very much be a bunny boiler im talkin full fatal attraction if jj made the mistake of hooking up with her then never talking to her again. she's cutting the breaks off his bike and sending him hysterical voice messages but when he sees her in public shes aloof and standoffish like always so no one believes him.
bunny is outwardly very clingy and following him around. rafe could be talking to some other girl and she's showing up and being hysterical this girl would be more prone to murder idk. rafe keeps rejecting her so she posts a video of them fucking that he didn't even know she took!!! definitely finds a way to baby trap him after convincing him she feels regretful and just wants "one last time"
pup is the sneakiest she be doin witchcraft on john b and he don't know. making sweet jars and spaghetti and constantly doing sex magic and shit so he falls in love with her AND THEY HAVENT EVEN FUCKED YET!! she's just convinced this is her future husband and is gonna call upon every ancestor she knows to help her out
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"Only you daddy"
Jewelrystoreowner!Sukuna x bratty!spoiled!reader
"I'll go to hell and jail 'bout you, boy"
Summary : Your a regular costumer at Sukuna's Jewelry store and always come in with a new nigga making them buy you something. He usually doesn't pay you any mind especially when you flirt assuming you just want play him, but he might just be wrong. Until you curse one of them out over a few exchange of words. Sukuna can't help himself but take you to the back a thank you with some dick.
Warnings : NOT PROOF READ AT ALLLL, SMUT, Cursing, Reader calls Sukuna Daddy, Sukuna calls Reader mamas, Reader's a Player, Toxic towards the guy, Reader Threating their date, Guns, Squirting, uhm grammer errors probably.
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Sukuna stood at the register watching as you walked in noticing your face lighten up at the sight of him standing there. "Sukuna!!" You'd smile waving as the guy walking behind you seemed completely forgotten about. "How are you doin today mamas?" Sukuna would ask you as you smiled. He looked so fucking good, wearing a black fitted shirt with grey nike sweatpants and black cats. His pretty silver vampire grillz showing as he smiles at you when you tell him to bring his ear so you could whisper into it. His signature scent of Scandale Jean Paul Gaultier mixed with Versace Eros Flame intoxicating you as you. "This nigga own a 6 figure business and already bought me mad shit from LV and Dior yesterday. He bouta get me a chain today tooo!" You'd whisper giggling to him as he chuckled knowing you were about to buy the chain you tried on the other day when you came with your home girls.
"This yo nigga o' something?" The man you had came into the store said walking over to you as you turned back to him shaking your said no. "Nigga? Why the fuck would you even say that? Like shut the actual fuck up, if you insecure just fuckin say that Kaleb." You'd say rolling your eyes turning back to Sukuna. "Get me the chain I said I wanted last time bubba" You smile at him as he smiled back walking away to get his keys before walking into the back to bring out the chain. "Yo, Y/n fuck is good with you? why you talkin to that nigga like you want him, you with me rn.." Kaleb would say looking down at you as you quickly looked at the door Sukuna disappeared into and back at him. "Stop being a fucking bitch. He a good friend, I'm always buying shit in the store don't fuck this up for me please." You'd say blankly before quickly looking back to see Sukuna coming back out with the chain already boxed.
"Aight mamas, is that all for today?" Sukuna would ask starting to type things into this register as he waited for an answer. "Yes! That'll be all thank you." You'd smile as you looked to Kaleb waiting for him as he pulled out his credit card walking over as he started to put his card into machine looking over making dead eye contact with Sukuna. "I know she said not to fuck shit up with you, but you dead piss me off talk to her again and I'ma kill yo ass.." Kaleb would say pulling his designer jacket to show a gun tucked in the side of his hip. Looking over to you back to kaleb sukuna would just shrug making kaleb mad. Almost about to lash out, Sukuna would point over to you. "Exuse you?" You'd ask Kaleb, tilting your head to the side before opening your bag pulling out your own gun holding it to his chest.
"Nigga, next time i fucking catch yo stupid ass trying some stupid shit I JUST TOLD YOU not to to do I will fuck you AND your mother up and don't think im fucking playing because I WILL have niggas on yo bitch ass before you could even THINK about anything else." You spit at him catching him completely off guard. Kaleb would look over to Sukuna who just pulled up his shirt showing 2 straps tucked in his waistband. "Now get yo bitch ass the fuck outta here nigga.." you'd add pushing him back with the gun watching him quickly run out the store. "Aw, you ain't had to do allat for me mamas." Sukuna would say coming around as you tucked your gun back in your pink small Aphrodite Shoulder Bag. Smiling you'd give him a hug knowing he was the only nigga in the world you would do something like that for especially because he was one of the richest.
"Gimme a kiss as a thank you.." You'd say looking up at him as he planted a kiss on the side of your lips pulling away. Almost like instenct you pulled his head back down bringing him for a real kiss. Finally giving up Sukuna melted into the kiss which soon turned into a make-out session in the middle of the store. For a good second it felt like it was just the two of you and the whole world was just an idea that was crossed out on a piece of paper. Sukuna pulled away first looking up remembering where he was as you kept trying to kiss him again the separation killing you.
You don't remember exactly how you got to where you were now but you found yourself on your knees in the back of his store sucking on his big ass dick while fingering yourself. Eye watery from how big he was as you worked magic with only one hand. Pulling away to spit on it making bubbles as you sloppily went back down on it. Moaning Sukuna held your hair in a pony tail with his hands lightly moving his hips to rhythm you were going at. "Thank you so much mama" He'd moan trying not to cum right there at the sight on you looking up at him with those teary wet eyes. Quickly pulling out of your mouth with a slick 'pop', he picked you up with your knees over both arms before slowly sliding you onto his dick.
Almost crying from how big he was you held onto him as he gave you a moment to adjust before straight recking your poor pretty cunt. Making your a moaning mess, droll rolling down your chin from giving him head no long ago and the pounding you were getting right now. "Just like that!!" You'd scream moaning even louder when he hit your g-spot giving you quick deep strokes as he bounced you on his dick. "Such a good girl aren't you?" he'd ask giving you a kiss on the cheek, you were completely fuck out not even understanding the words coming out this mouth. You woulda never thought sex with this nigga would be THIS good like what? Reaching your high you'd quickly hold onto him as your eye rolled back so far. You started shaking your body almost spasming out as you came, additionally squirting all over his lower stomach(i forgot the word).
"Damn, Ian know you could do that." Sukuna would chuckle as he pulled out putting you down as you quickly got right back to work sucking him off until he was a whimpering mess and busting his nut right down you throat. Just know you was wobbling out that store after a few more crazy orgasms like that.
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thinking about simon riley being a giant of a man
18+, mdni. f!reader. body worship, edging, usage of pet names (angel). mention of oral sex (f!recieving), implicit oral sex (m!receiving). mild possessiveness. relationship w reader is undefined but implied to be fwb/situationship.
pt 2 is here (toxic!fwb simon x f!reader; f!reader x johnny)
why in god’s name is he so big? not even sexually, though. he’s just a hulking mass of muscle (and fat. this man does NOT stop eating, im telling you). his arms and hands are just built different.
he’s got that sun-kissed skin, bronze and tanned from years working under the beating sun, and hard muscle of his arm makes the blue of his veins that much more prominent. whenever you’re lucky enough to catch him with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you can’t help but stare. his hands are rough and calloused from years of hard work, and his fingers are thick. so fucking thick. like what the fuck. stop it.
he’d definitely turn foreplay into the whole thing, having you cum around his fingers and maybe occasionally his knuckles, grazing them against your clit and smiling subtly as your walls flutter.
he’s got a nice jaw, too. it’s probably been broken a few times—alongside his nose—but that only accentuates the hard lines of his face after it heals. when he’s pissed, he fucking clenches it so tightly you think he’s about to commit homicide, and his pretty brown eyes darken and glower at the perpetrator.
he’s into body worship, too, but he’s not gonna ask you. he can’t. so instead, he nuzzles you into his chest and nips at your neck every time he’s seeking some attention, hoping that’s enough to tell you what he wants.
if that doesn’t work, though—or if your attention is elsewhere—he’ll snatch it back as quickly as humanely possible, because don’t you know that you’re his? he’s always been so good for you. you ought to pay him back somehow.
he’d probably fuck you stupid after that.
sometimes you like to tease him, and simon fucking hates that. he knows you’re not oblivious to the way his breath quickens whenever your fingers graze his chest, or when his muscles ripple under your every touch. so why the fuck won’t you just touch him already? really touch him.
his poor cock is aching for some attention, so if you aren’t going to give it to him, he’ll just have to take it himself.
he’d flip you over within an instant, pinning you down under him, sprawled out over the sheets as he rutted into you in short, shallow thrusts. his eyes would be more focused on your face, his thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around your wrist as he guided your hands down his chest, his voice a low rumble of pleasure as he teased you.
“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he taunted as he edged you, tearing pitiful whimpers from your throat. he chuckled in faint amusement before groaning under his breath, brown eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he managed to hit that sweet spot inside of you. “so fuckin’ pretty. jus’ for me, yeah?”
it’s when you start to kiss his scars does he absolutely loses it. even though you were lying exhausted beneath him, you were still putting in the effort to give him an apology for not giving him enough attention earlier? aw, how sweet of you.
he’d pull out last second and his cum would pool onto your tummy, thick white ropes spurting from the weeping tip of his cock. he was still hard, but if you wanted to stop, he would, and he’d help carry you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up and might eat you out on the sink while he’s at it
otherwise, he’s happy to continue for the night. you still haven’t given his cock the proper attention it needs, after all, and that fucked out, blissful look in your eyes as you work your way up and down his cock is always enough to get him hard again.
“fuck, you’re such a smart girl, aren’t you? always knowin’ exactly what i like. keep doin’ it jus’ like that, angel.” he watches as you swallowed his cum, face painted a beautiful white that he wouldn’t mind seeing on you again, and fucking groans.
“shit, i’m gonna wanna keep you.”
honestly just the best boy. i didn’t rlly know how to give trigger warnings in the top, but i think they cover most of what’s happening here :) lmk ur thoughts on this piece !!
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TWD Physical Affection Hcs
Bc im bored in class again🫶🫶
Hugging, PDA, kissing, and some cuddling hcs
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
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Hugs tightly
When its a long hug he tend to rock back and forth
Kisses your head in hugs when he leaves to go out on a run or something
Hugs from behind when youre doin something
Rubs circles on your waist with his thumb when yall cuddling
Aight with PDA like he aint gonna overdo it but he'll definitely hug you in public
Cuddling is usually him on his back and you having your head on his chest
Radiates warmth. Like constantly
Non sexual neck kisses kinda guy
Daryl Dixon
Was really really awkward at first with hugs
Youre his first real relationship so like???
When he gets around to it tho he fuckin CLINGS
Like its a bit tight but not too tight yknow
Hugs you when he leaves for a run or hunts and hugs tightly when hes back
Daryl prefers to not do pda tho
The most huggin he'll do in public is like awkward side hugs yknow??
Daryl likes to face you when yall cuddling but usually you end up with either him as the big spoon or your face in his chest
Soft kisses. Mwah mwah
Forehead kisses like alot alot
Carl Grimes
Also radiates warmth
His hugs are pretty loose unless hes been away for a while
He rests his head on your shoulder alot
Also has the habit of rocking while hugging for a while
Carl doesnt show affection in public that much
He holds your hand and gives you quick kisses
Loves kissing you like hes down for any kind of kiss
Forehead kisses, hand kisses, cheek kisses
Bro is literally an attention whore /j
Kisses you after fights
Cuddling starts with you in his chest or him in yours. But he moves around in his sleep quite a bit
Usually ending with him on top of you
Glenn Rhee
Lovely hugs chefs kiss
Strokes your hair when yall hug
I feel like his hands are like very warm but the rest of him changes constantly
Kisses you every morning and every night
Likes to be little spoon but you didnt hear that from me
Usually puts his face in your chest when yall cuddling
Aight with PDA but gets if you aint
Usually holds hands with you
Another non sexual neck kisses guy
Paul (Jesus) Rovia
Aint against pda.
Aka he usually holds your hand or hand an arm around you waist
He moves alot in his sleep so cuddling will start with yall spooning or facing each other
Then in the morning you guys are spread out on the bed
Enjoys any kind of kiss
When hes gone for long (or nearly fucking dies) on a run he gives mighty tight hugs
Swings you around in hugs when hes particularly happy
Negan Smith
Tight hugs tight hugs tight hugs
Kisses roughly usually
Its just how he is hes a rough man
Will be alot softer though if its been a long day
Hes a big spoon sorry
Rocks you in tight hugs
Will also swing you around
Kisses you anywhere and in anyway
Doesnt matter
Neck kisses neck kisses
Rubs circles on your waist when cuddlin
Simon
Another rough kisser
Likes to kiss you randomly to surprise you
Always has his hands on you in public
He puts his hand in your back pocket or around your waist
Non sexual (and probably sexual) neck kisses
Kisses your hand as a joke
Warm. Like a furnace
He likes to lay on top of you
Always feelin you up when yall cuddling like man💀💀
Owen (Wolf)
Doesnt care where
Hugs real tightly (possessive mf)
Cuddles are usually him being a big spoon
Hugs from behind alot
Either hardly any pda or hes all over you
Depends on his mood
Warm hands like immensely warm
Likes to hold your hand but would never admit it
Kisses are actually pretty gentle
Unless yall are making out then🧍♂️
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HSJSHF someone from Johnny's past running into him and being like TF HAPPENED TO THE GUY WHO THREW BRICKS AT COP CARS????
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RIGHT????
Little drabble about that because it inspired me:
Johnny MacTavish was a punk
Picture me this:
The 141 decide to go to a pub after coming back from a mission and doing debrief. It's the same as usual, sitting on a table, talking, Johnny being loud.
"Well, I'll be damned! John MacTavish?" A Scottish-brogued voice comes from behind Johnny's shoulder. It makes Johnny freeze immediately and he turns, as do the rest of the men.
"Oi! What are ye doin' 'ere?" Johnny greets and immediately stands to give his old mate a hug, before introducing him to the rest of the men. "How ye been, mate?"
"How've I been? How've YOU been? Look at ye! I barely recognized ye, lad! Good thing ye've still got that stupid fuckin' mohawk a'yers!" His friend says.
"'Still'?" Kyle asks from his spot at the table, seeming amused by the whole display.
"Aw yea! John's always had that fuckin' thing all the way from Year 7 or so." His friend replies.
"No way? That long?" Kyle teases.
"Always had bad taste, eh, Johnny?" Simon quips from across the table.
"It's nae bad taste!!! It's just a style I like!" Johnny tries to defend himself.
"Style? Lad, we lived the punk life, fuck are ye talkin' 'bout 'style'?" His friend joins in on the teasing.
"A punk?! Yer kiddin'! With the studded belts, piercings, and hair spikes and everythin'?" Kyle jokes.
"Oh yeh, we used to call 'im John 'FUCK THE POLIS' MacTavish." His friend adds, getting the rest of the man to laugh.
"Oh, please, sit." John remarks and extends a seat to Johnny's friend. "And say, do you have any pictures of that time?"
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writing request for a smut fic with established relationship with javi x reader? dialogue prompt: javi: “he looked at you funny” reader: “i didn’t know you were the jealous type..”
OOO i like this muahaha >:) i hope you enjoy hehe, thank u for requesting!! <3
art deco
"shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure. baby you're so ghetto, you're lookin' to score."
or the one where jealousy happens to be a good look on javi.
what’s playing 🎧 : art deco by lana del rey
content warnings : SMUT, jealous!javi, blowjobs, face fucking, car sex, semi public sex (?), unprotected sex (extremely unwise w javi idk wtf he got goin on down there), creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, themes of slut shaming, threats of exhibitionism, threats of restraints e.g cuffs, brat tamer!javi (been dying to write that)
trigger warnings : mentions/threats of gun usage, alcohol, both reader and javier are tipsy at best, if there is anything i missed pls lmk!
word count : 4k
a/n : im pulling SO MUCH out my ass w this bc i havent finished narcos and only rlly pay attention when pedro or boyd is on screen and even tho im half mexican my ass cannot speak spanish for the life of me teehee sorry yall
you’re a bad actor.
you’re also bad at lying and honestly, just generally bad at the things javier happens to be especially good at.
but that’s okay, javier likes you like that. it’s refreshing, endearing, to be with someone who hasn’t gotten good at lying or pretending to be someone they’re not. and actually, he’s currently watching you fail at that right now.
you’re at the bar, swirling around your drink that he bought for you, pretending to not notice the way he’s eyeing you from across the club. he thinks it's cute how you keep stealing glances at him, giggling to yourself whenever he catches you.
you two do this little song and dance every now and then, it keeps things exciting and fun, and you never have complaints about it.
you pretend to be the single, bored girl sitting alone at the bar, and javier just so happens to swoop in, introducing himself as the man who’s been ordering drinks for you all night, ready to charm you into his bed for the night. it’s stupid when you say it out loud, but the way he fucks you when you do this little act makes it seem like the best goddamn idea he’s ever come up with.
it’s harmless fun between a couple, and the tension you two create throughout the night is always a recipe for mind blowing sex. however, it seems things are going a bit off script tonight.
a man invites himself to the empty barstool beside you that was reserved for javier, but he’s oblivious to the little game you’re playing right now. “hi there,” he says, grinning, and you try your best to hold back a long sigh while you greet him back politely.
javier’s hand tightens around the beer he’s got, wishing the neck of the bottle belonged to the man staring you down. he decides he’ll keep watch for awhile, he trusts you, and wants to see how this’ll play out, despite his patience already wearing dangerously thin.
“can i buy you another drink?” he asks, motioning towards the dwindling liquid in your glass. its not a difficult question, but the answer isn’t coming to you like it should be.
you are playing the role of a single woman tonight, and you won’t let anything go further with this guy than receiving a free drink.
eh. why not?
“yeah, sure, thank you.” you smile back, and he hurriedly calls over the bartender, asking for two glasses of whatever it is you ordered. javier shifts in his seat, his jaw coming down harder than it was just a moment ago as he watches you share a drink with someone that isn’t him.
javier follows his wandering eyes, how they trail up and down your figure, making it obvious he’s wondering what you’ve got on underneath.
javier wants to walk up to him to tell him how he knows what you’ve got under that dress, because he picked it out.
god, this night fuckin’ sucks so far.
“i noticed you for awhile now, what’re you doin’ here all alone?” he asks, and you get a little nervous with the way he gets closer to you. “i’m just waiting for my boyfriend to show up.” you answer, deciding the single woman role didn’t feel as fun anymore.
“ahh, i see.” he replies, and you expect him to scoot farther from you, or better yet, leave. but much to your dismay, he stays.
“it’s just,” he starts, and you glance down at your shoes, saying a silent prayer for him to get on with what he’s got to say before he leaves you alone for good.
“you’ve been here for awhile now, you sure he’s comin’ honey?” he questions you, faux concern in his voice and you close your eyes for a moment to hide the way they roll at him.
“yeah, i’m sure.” you reply curtly. “how about i keep you some company while you wait for him then, how’s that sound?” he gets closer than you would’ve liked, boldly resting his arm around your shoulders, and yep, that’ll do it.
javier’s beer clatters down onto his table as he shoots up from his seat, stalking over to you. he’s quick to join you, standing tall behind your seated figure, his strong chest a familiar surface against your back.
“uh who’re you–”
“her boyfriend.” he answers, eyes lowered testingly, practically itching for him to give him a reason to swing. “hi baby,” you beam, turning around and craning your neck up to give him a kiss. he leans down, holding your chin while he kisses you.
with your lips still connected, he stares at the scoffing man that just sits and watches.
“yeah well i wasn’t the one who kept her waiting all night so why don’t you get lost? we were havin’ a conversation, weren’t we sweetheart?” he looks at you as if you’d actually agree, and you open your mouth to defend javier, but he doesn’t need you to, he’s more than eager to put this guy back in his place.
he steps away from behind your back, moving right in front of you now, leaning in close to the man. he reaches around to his lower back, sliding his gun to the side of his waist before he’s got it in his clutch, pressing it to the man’s ribs.
“you have 3 seconds to get the fuck out my face before i stop being so polite.” he whispers in his ear, and the man stiffens with immediate fear once he registers what’s being pointed at him.
he swivels out of the stool, hastily hopping out to make his way out the club all together. javier turns back to you once he’s out of his field of vision, expecting a profuse thank you javi, but he gets quite the opposite.
“what the hell was that?” you question, sounding angry, and uh oh, you saw that.
“baby,” he starts off but you just huff, climbing off the stool. “that was way too far,” you point at him and he sighs, holding your arms, rubbing them up and down, trying to settle your irritation down.
“but he was making you uncomfortable, and you didn’t see the way he was looking at you–”
“and what way was he looking at me for you to pull a gun out on him?” you whisper yell and he starts to join you in your frustration.
“he looked at you…funny, like he was just thinking about fucking you the entire time.” he sounds upset that he even has to explain himself to you about this, and you catch it, deciding to throw it back at him when you turn on your heel to leave.
he growls with annoyance as he follows you out the club, grabbing your arm and forcing you to turn back and look at him.
you exhale sharply, looking up at him, switching your weight onto your left foot. “i knew you could be a little…impulsive sometimes but jesus jav, i didn’t realize you were the jealous type that would do something so…stupid.”
his annoyance is fast to turn into a hard glare, and you see the sudden shift, instantly feeling regretful. he purses his lips to the side, laughing dryly. “stupid huh?” he clicks his tongue and you shake your head, walking closer to him now.
“javi, i’m sorry,” you try to remedy the mess of this situation, but unlucky for you, what little patience he was holding onto is now gone.
he grabs the hand of yours that’s reaching towards his jaw, he isn’t in the mood for it. he pulls you along by your wrist to the parking lot.
“yeah, you’re about to be baby,” he mutters, and your heart picks up, your heel clad feet in turn picking up speed to keep up with him.
he ushers you into his backseat, slamming the door behind you once you’re both in. he tugs you into his lap, your legs on either side of him, your knees making contact with the cold vinyl. his hands find their way to your ass, squeezing it hard.
you gasp a little, arching into his chest. the second you move in closer, his lips are on your’s. it’s not gentle, it’s not slow paced, and it’s not soft, no, that’s for when you’re good. and you’ve been anything but.
you’re grinding in his lap, his growing bulge feels perfect right up against your dampening panty clad cunt, too perfect that you can’t stop yourself. you’re moaning in his mouth, struggling to keep up the pace and intensity in the way his lips are moving with your’s.
he tastes like beer and cigarettes, smells like it too, with traces of his cologne that you love. he’s like paradise incarnate and you want to live in him forever.
when he pulls away you're left panting in his hold, lips parted, brushing against each other, stealing the other person’s breaths. “you know,” he sighs lowly, his words trailing up your spine, leaving shivers in their wake.
“just because i let you pretend you’re single for the night doesn’t mean you actually are,” he says, and he sounds serious, but there’s something hidden in his air, something challenging, like he wants you to argue just so he can put you right back where you belong.
you nod heavily like he speaks words of righteousness, cupping his jaw in your hands. “i know javi, i know,” you pepper his face in kisses, but he remains still, outwardly unphased.
“guess you just got too excited at the thought of bein’ a slut huh?” he breathes out flicking a brow at you, keeping you in close when you try to inch away from him at his accusations.
“i’m not a slut–” he unfolds your offended arms, hands leaving your wrists to hold your thighs that rest on either side of his lap. “no baby it’s alright, s’not a totally bad thing. i like sluts. they let you do whatever you want to ‘em,” he grips your thighs, forcefully sliding you off his lap and letting you land down on your knees before him. you gasp, holding onto his legs for steadiness.
“and they let you all while tryin’ to convince you they aren’t sluts. isn’t that funny? he chuckles, caressing your cheek, peering down at you while he does so.
“javi,” you say, you don’t know what to say next, the only certainty that remains is that his name never sounds wrong coming from you.
“if you wanna be a slut so bad then go ahead, i won’t stop you.” he shrugs, leaning back into the seat, arms stretched out beside him. you swallow away your stuttering, running your hands up and down your thighs. “what do you want me to do?” you ask smally, looking up at him from under your lashes.
he readjusts, lifting his hips in the air, settling back down closer to you. he tilts his head, eyes flickering from his crotch back to your gaze, “what sluts do best baby.” he says under a gravelly breath. your thighs close just a little tighter at that, feeling eager to oblige to his insinuations.
you unzip his levi’s, unbuttoning them before you’re pulling him from out his boxers, throat getting tight at the way he pulses in your hands. precum is already beading at his tip, and you lean forward, flicking your tongue over it. he hisses quietly, a hand coming behind your neck.
your lips envelope the tip, shutting your eyes when you trail down until you can’t take any more of him down your throat. he groans, throwing his head back, bucking his hips into your mouth. you gag around him, hand trembling while you try to jerk off what you can’t fit into your mouth.
he rolls his head forward, holding you by the back of your head, starting to thrust further in, chuckling to himself at the way you gag. he lets you slide off him, jerking his slick cock off while you catch your breath.
you’re staring at each other in the thick air, the night breeze sneaking in from the cracked windows, making your nipples perk from behind your lacy bra.
the moon glimmers through the side window facing javier, and it panels his cheekbone, across his jaw and down his chin, trickling over the curve of his collarbones.
he looks so beautiful like this, sitting tall in front of you, looking at you like he could tear you apart with one hand, jaw clenching when your thumb slides over the head of his cock.
the way he’s looking at you elicits a reaction from your body before your mind can reach it. you lean back down, taking him deeper into your mouth.
you don’t mind the way he keeps your head still, using your mouth the way he likes.
he fucks your mouth like he wants to prove a point, and at this moment he doesn’t even know what the point is, he hardly even remembers where he’s currently at, the only thing that makes sense is how fucking good you’re taking him down your throat.
you’re being so good, so perfectly compliant for him, and what’s fueling you is the tingles exploding between your thighs at the way he’s using you.
the grunting utterances of your name in his spewing breaths adds propellent to the roaring fire building in your lower tummy.
his groans get a little airier, picking up in quantity, coming out one after the other, fucking your mouth so deep your nose brushes against the brown curls sitting just above his cock. “look at me,” he instructs through gritted teeth, and you listen, blinking away your teary eyes to look up at him.
he sends one, two, three, hard thrusts into your mouth before he pulls out, resting the tip over your lips. he pants to himself, shutting his eyes closed while you take this time to do the same and catch your own breath. “what’s wrong?” you sound a little rasped, and he can’t fight the smug look on his face at your voice.
“as much as i’d like to let you continue, i got better things planned baby,” he chuckles breathlessly, pulling you back up into his lap.
he pushes your dress up, exhaling when he sees how wet you are in the panties he picked out for you. “javi, i didn’t bring any condoms, do you have one?” you press your hands to his chest, momentarily halting him, and he looks at you, scoffing quietly.
“huh. sluts don’t usually care about that kinda thing.” he rubs the head of his cock over your clothed clit, watching your lowered eyes fully shut, a moan slipping out at his ministrations, proving him right. “s’not gonna fit like this,” your whimper when he moves your panties to the side, flicking himself up and down your folds. “it will baby, i’ll make it fit.” he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips.
you rarely ever got on top, he was always very adamant about taking care of you, whether that means you’re on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders or you with your wrists being hoisted by his tight grip while he fucks you senseless.
the constant is, he’s always on top.
he’s big, no matter the position he’s got you in, it’s always a stretch he has to ease you into. which is why you’re typically reluctant to get on top, but right now he isn’t asking, he’s telling.
“javi, s’not gonna go in like this,” you whimper nervously, curling into his chest. head on his shoulder. he rolls his eyes, fingers gliding right over your clit to shut you up. and it works, naturally, he chuckles.
your breath gets faster when he swirls over your clit with his fingers, squirming around in his lap. he holds himself from the base of his cock, circling over your fluttering hole. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the back of his hair.
he starts crowning into you, pushing in the fat head of his cock, pausing the breath in the middle of your throat. it rumbles out as a pained moan when he continues pushing in. “god javi,” you whine, legs on either side of him flexing with nerves at the intrusion.
“doin’ all the work for you baby, jus’ take it for me,” he mutters in your ear, his mustache tickling your jaw while he rubs your clit to ease you into it.
“actin’ like i haven’t fucked this pussy before, know you can handle it, sè una niña grande para mí,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, and you melt, nodding desperately. “i am,” you mumble, bracing yourself for when he bottoms out inside you. he thrusts upward, holding you by the fat your ass, pulling you down onto him.
the air is knocked out your lungs, and all you can do is hold on to his leather clad shoulders for dear life. your hips start moving in sync, rolling into each other, and you feel insane, it feels so good, you start thinking maybe you’ll do this more often.
the sting from the stretch subsides soon, but the feeling of being full stays, and you keep it, loving how good it feels. the head of his cock nudges deep inside you, bobbing up into your throat and you fall apart, fucking yourself on him, addicted to the way he hits every little spot inside you that you need.
you’re moaning, panting loudly in his ear, and he eats every single one of them up, gripping your hips when he guides you down onto him. kisses lay wetly across the side of his neck, teeth graze over his ear, praises of how fucking big he is, and how good he feels inside you, relay to him over and over, making his cock twitch when he picks up the pace in his thrusts.
“you’re so nice while i fuck you baby, maybe this is how i should shut you up more often huh?” he teases, but you don’t care, you’d start arguments with him if it meant he’d always feel this good in you.
“in so deep,” you whimper more to yourself but he hears you, he hears it all. he hears how fucking soaked you are around him, hears every little breath, every little moan that comes out of you.
he smacks over your ass, chuckling to himself when you whine and clamp down around him. “maybe i should go find that guy huh?” he leans forward, lips on your shoulder when he ruts up into you deeper, right there to hold you closer when you keen into him at the hard thrust.
“ ‘should find him and fuck you in front of him, show him how its done, what do you think of that baby?” he grunts, hands tightening over your hips.
you just moan, babbling something incoherent when you grind down onto him, his words acting as a lighter underneath the growing flame while you bounce on him. you squeeze around him, your body unashamed of how much you like the idea of such a dirty act.
he feels the way you clamp down around him, chuckling breathlessly, his hand traveling behind your neck to force you to look at him. “or maybe it’s you who’d like that,” he taunts, expecting a shy shake of your head, but you just nod, trying to meet his thrusts. "i'll do whatever you want javi," you whimper pathetically, and god, that does something to him.
"know you will, so sweet baby," he groans, leaning back to watch where you both meet, loving the sight of his cock entering and disappearing into your cunt.
you tug at the hair from the back of his head, messily kissing all over his jaw and cheek, and he takes it all, adoring how clingy you are with him right now. he pulls the front of your dress down, hooking his fingers under the cups of your bra and groaning to himself when he sees your tits, pretty and pert under the bra, he of course, picked out for you.
black see-through lace, his favorite.
"gonna be the death of me, mi vida," he murmurs to himself, latching his hot eager mouth over them. he assaults the soft skin with his tongue, teeth grazing over your sensitive nipples, a smirk forming around the flesh when he teases the ghost of a bite, wanting to laugh when you squirm and arch your back at his actions.
his fingers find their place back to your clit, rubbing over the nerves like clockwork, syncing the way you bounce on him with harder thrusts, making the pleasure surrounding you inescapable.
breathing is getting harder, but it feels unimportant, everything does when it comes to javi. in this moment if he told you to stop breathing altogether you honestly just might listen to him.
but it's so much so soon, and you want to hold onto the moment for as long as you can, enjoy each stroke of his cock deep inside you longer, and if he keeps touching you like this, you know you won't last. you paw at his hand, trying to push the relentless wrist away. "no more javi, m'gonna cum too fast please," you whimper, but he doesn't agree. you're finished when he's finished.
"do i need to cuff you to the headrest or are you gonna keep those hands to yourself?" he spits, sounding harsh, sounding serious. you whine like a wounded puppy, shaking that empty little head of yours.
"but javi," he grabs your chin, guiding your gaze downward when he moves his jacket to the side, revealing the cuffs that hang from his belt loops. "think i'm kiddin'? hands to yourself or around me. otherwise you get these. your choice," he's still inside you, and you can't take it, you throw your arms around him, hugging him close while trying to get him to move again.
"gonna be good, gonna listen, m'sorry, please move javi, please?"
he senses your desperation, and gives in, continuing his thrusts. you sigh in relief, following the way his hips piston up into you with your own.
"can i touch you?" you whisper, unsure if you're allowed to, but javier relents, nodding with a kiss to your neck. you slide his jacket off eagerly, quickly unbuttoning his shirt before your hands are running along the warm skin of his shoulders, squeezing them when he thrusts right there.
your hands drag down his chest, nails lightly digging into his tanned skin when your head falls back, rising and falling up and down on his cock. his mouth is on you again, tongue swirling over the curve of your chest, gripping them roughly in his wide palms.
he watches you from this view, how you lose yourself when he's got his cock in you, and he thinks maybe he should have encouraged you to ride him earlier.
he's getting close, watching you has only pulled him closer to the end, his cock twitching the more he imagines how good you'd look dripping in his cum. he imagines your trembling thighs being parted by his hands, your abused hole just leaking and leaking from his cum.
"m'close, gonna let me finish inside mi vida?" he grunts, and you nod heavily, clamping harder down around him when he asks. "please, please javi," you beg, and who is he to deny you?
his fingers run around your clit once more, those tight circles from the pads of his fingers bring you right there alongside with him, moaning his name in an incomprehensible voice while his face rests in the crook of your neck, bouncing you on top of him.
"always wanted to cum in you baby, always wanted to fill you up nice an' good —fuck—, make you fuckin' full of me, just know you'd look so fuckin' good just drippin– shit," you're squeezing him like you never have before, his confessions, the ferver in the way he fucks you is just too much, your body acts before you can even process what’s happening.
you cum all around his cock, and the pulsing of your walls, the whimpers of his name from your pretty lips is all he needs to join you in your blinding orgasm. he's cumming inside you, grunting your name and how fuckin' good you are for him, his mouth hot on your neck while he fucks you through your shared orgasms.
he doesn't let up on your clit until the pleasure bleeds into pain, and you can't take it. with heavy breaths you collapse in his arms, panting like you've just ran a marathon, sweaty forehead resting on the cool leather of the seat.
he gently shifts your hips backward, looking down at his cum that pours out of you. he likes the mess, likes how your cunt looks when he rubs his cum across your throbbing clit, you jump at the stimulation, begging him in a tired voice, no more javi.
he listens, taking sympathy on your spent body. he puts your panties back over you, tucking himself away before he repositions you so you're properly sitting in his lap, letting your legs stretch across the rest of the backseat.
"you okay mi bebita?" he murmurs softly, and you hum a sleepy yes, still buzzing from your orgasm. "still mad?" he asks jokingly, pulling a hazy giggle from you.
“i think you just fucked any anger i had left out of me." he laughs proudly at that, rubbing your back. "yeah? maybe that's how we should settle all our fights then."
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