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soft spot for trouble | hbf!javi

lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss.

6.3k | javier peña x f!reader

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rating: 18+ MDNI

warnings: dub-con: drunk sex, honey this is all S-M-U-T, husband's best friend, infidelity, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, squirting, piv (protected), brat tamer!javi, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, this is just so horny, smoking (lots of it soz, and shotgunning cigarette smoke – OOPS). no use of y/n.

summary: javier peña is back from colombia and decides to spend some time with you and your husband, his best friend since college. after telling a story you know nothing about, an argument ensues between you and your husband, and you get drunk... both on whiskey, and on javi.

A/N: what can i say, i'm just the worst for narcos's very own javier peña and there's nothing you can do. enjoy!!!!! || [when you click keep reading you don't see the chalkboard i have stashed away stating "i will not make this a series" over and over 🤭]

"Bebita, I know your husband. He's not exactly notorious for making women cum. When was the last time he even went down on you?" Your cheeks absolutely flush at the tone of his voice, the truths he's spilling from his lips. Truths so intimate, you hadn't even told Gabbie about them. You swallow a knot in your throat. "Not saying it's me who should do that for you," finishing off his statements and drink Javi stands up, slipping on his leather jacket. "I'm saying I could." Stepping closer, he bends down to catch your ear. Goosebumps litter your skin as he whispers: "Could make you forget all about tonight." And you very much would like to forget all about tonight.

"Okay – okay! Would you have a threesome?" Your best friend is reading these conversation cards you got her some birthday ago, and you can hear her partner and your husband laugh amongst themselves.

A dinner party is going on at your house, and you and your husband have invited your best friend, Gabrielle, and her partner, Kris. Along with them there's your husband's best friend, Javier.

He was meant to bring a date, but for reasons that were more mumbled out of his mouth than spoken outright, they aren't here.

You're all sat around the dining room table with after dinner drinks and a game everyone agreed would be a fun way to end the night.

"Oh, gosh!" You laugh with Gabbie, both of you shaking your heads in anticipation of what would be said next.

"You gonna tell her or should I, pendejo?" Javi refers to your husband, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

The one you explicitly told him to smoke outside. You heard your husband, Julian, veto the request as you left, allowing the DEA to do what he wanted.

Julian undermining what you wanted... again.

"Tell me what?" You raise your brow, wafting smoke from your face dramatically as if to say, I told you not to do this. Javi doesn't seem to pay it much attention.

"Me and this guy...," in fact he points to your husband with the cigarette, flicking ash into the tray. You blink in annoyance.

"No! You didn't!" You gasp. Your mind races at the thought of them taking someone back to their dorm in college. You curb the ache that tempts your middle at thought of Javier and Julian sharing a woman between the two of them.

But that excitement is fleeting when a more sinister, grueling feeling creeps up your stomach.

"You're right. We didn't. Well, I didn't. I just played wingman. Julian here isn't as much of a saint as you thought." Javi says this to make you laugh, but it does the opposite.

Your eyes catch Julian's who now is looking at anywhere else but you. Knowing damn well before the two of you got married, this man prodded and practically bullied sexual information out of you.

Said it was only fair to know each other's pasts before making such a big commitment.

Within a sentence, a simple – stupid – game, the perception of your husband could shift before your very eyes. Your jaw ticks forward and you take a long, contemplative sip of wine.

"O-kay, let's just put these away," Kris muses, taking the cards in her hands.

"No, let's keep going," you antagonise. Your eyes become dull, tongue sharpening by the second. "I think Julian has a story to tell. It's good to know who you're married to."

You remember the way Julian said those very words to you while he was digging your own history of who you've slept with. Like a secret call directly to him... in front of everyone.

You can see Peña shifting in his seat out of your periphery.

"Well, it was in college," Julian speaks now after shooting the rest of his bourbon. His body language involving everyone in the story, but he finally has the courage to look at you. Somehow that hurts worse.

"There were these two girls at the bar we used to go to, and–"

That's when the tear spills over your cheek.

"Alright, I think she's heard enough." Javi's voice is low to Julian and your head snaps in the direction of him like a vulture who's making a meal of something dead.

"You don't get to decide that."

It's only when Gabbie whispers your name do you take heed. "I think we should leave you two to talk about this."

The guests in your home pack up their things until it's you and Julian. "I'm sorry, Jul–"

"Peña just go, man."

Javi nods sadly at your husband, his hand touching your shoulder as he slips out. He's the last one to go, and as the door closes it feels symbolic.

It's silent for a long time.

You go between wanting to cry, wanting to scream, wanting clarity.

Since your own husband didn't bother to give that to you.

"I never cared," you let out an uneven sigh, searching over your husband's features.

He looks defensive, annoyed and it's totally misplaced. You should be the annoyed one. You are the one who got betrayed.

"It never bothered me to tell you my partners. I agreed with you, even. That we should be open and honest to have a better relationship–"

"You really think you're in the position to be on a high horse when you fuck Javier with your eyes?"

It's deflective. A defense mechanism to take the heat off of himself, and unfortunately, it works. Your mouth is left agape.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"I mean," he begins, tilting his glass to where Javi sat, "whenever this guy is over, I don't exist."

"This guy, is your best friend. Someone you've known way longer than you've known me. Excuse me for being hospitable."

"There's hospitality, then there's throwing yourself at the first man who walks through the door. It's embarrassing."

His words make you feel small for the first time in your relationship.

It causes a crack, irreparable in nature, and you feel a shift.

Because you don't cry, it makes you angry. Puts you back on track as to why you were having this conversation in the first place.

"Embarrassing?" You stand, wine glass in hand, "Embarrassing?! You just confessed something you knew would make me irate in front of our very best friends. Something personal that I should have known in private. You lied to me and you admitted it in front of people we care about. Made me look like a goddamn fool! Don't tell me about being embarrassed, you don't know the first fucking thing. Fuck you, Julian!"

You could throw the wine glass, but you decide to slam it down instead. Grabbing your purse, keys, and jacket to escape without letting him finish his thought. Door slammed. You've heard enough.

Mature. But you were pissed off, and you knew staying in a house that you made a home together wouldn't solve anything.

Maybe getting some fresh air would help.

Maybe walking to the bar in town would be even more helpful.

Your thoughts were swirling, clouding your judgement on the walk in, sneakers on. Your pleated white skirt brushes above your knees that paired with the black top that made your breasts look concealed more than shown off.

As if the forest green bomber jacket didn't help in making you look modest.

What the fuck did Julian know?! You weren't throwing yourself at anybody.

Because you were not thinking about Javi with his shirt off moments before the truth was told, and he did not infiltrate your dreams occasionally with sexual undertones.

It couldn't happen, and it was not happening.

You had been to this bar a few times before. It's dimly lit, a variety of music pumps through the speakers. There's plumes of smoke, and there's something about it that feels safer than when you experienced it in your home. Like a part of you enjoyed it.

Studying the room, you discover Javier Peña on a barstool, staring into his glass of whiskey. You knew Peña to play dirty, but there's something about the way he's contemplating – or at least looks like he's contemplating – that gives off remorse.

"Didn't know you could do that," you kid, taking a seat beside him. Your eyes scan over his jeans, the buttons undone from his red shirt. The way his chest and neck and NO – no!

"Oh, hey," and his dreamy crooked smile, puppy eyes. Jesus Christ, you needed a drink and fast. "Didn't know I could do what?"

"Think." You try to cheer him up, but it doesn't seem to work. You both keep doing that to each other tonight.

Instead, Javi huffs out a fake laugh through his nose and downs the rest of the amber liquid. His eyebrows flash quickly, showing hints of regret, "You're tellin' me."

"Hey," your say lowly, eyes softening at the signs of his guilt. It feels different from your husband's accusatory behaviour.

It makes you feel like Javi actually cared that he hurt you, or at least hurt his friend. You can see him run his tongue atop of his teeth through his lips when he looks at you. It makes his jaw jut out, strong and chiseled, and you fail at averting your gaze.

"You didn't know that I didn't know. It's not your fault. For either party." You reach out to touch the top of Javi's hand in a friendly manner, and you catch a glimpse of your wedding ring.

A twinge of guilt hits your gut, and you pull away from the warmth as soon as you land.

"You really didn't know?" Javi peers over to you before finding eyes of the bartender, holding up the number 'two' with his fingers.

"Not only did I not know, he insisted on knowing every person that I've ever slept with, where they live, and how many times. Yes you heard that correctly," you nod a thank you to both the bartender and Javi before taking your drink.

Whiskey's not typically your first choice, but it's like he knew you needed something stronger. It's not a typical night.

The alcohol feels good on your tongue, as if it washed away what you just said.

You conveniently leave out what your husband threw at you about Peña before you left. Tonight was awkward enough already.

"Mierda, what a fucking idiot." Javi snickers in disbelief, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I think you taught him some interrogation skills you didn't warn me about." You don't mean for that to come off so flirty, but you see Javier's face change minisculely and it makes your thighs to squeeze together.

"Didn't know I had to look out for you, cariño," he says, charm dripping from every syllable. He offers you a cigarette and it's hilarious, really – him handing this to you after telling him time and time again not to do it in your house.

Even more hilarious that you take it from him. He seems a little surprised by that.

You press the stick between your teeth when Javi has his lighter ready. Pour your stare into his as he starts your cigarette. Allow the inhale to sting your lungs.

You're very composed about it all, really. Really.

Exhaling the air from the side of your mouth, away from his face, you shrug slightly. "I guess you know now." Your words not making complete sense as you dizzy from nicotine, alcohol, and deception.

"Two women...," you trail off, focusing on the neon lights of the bar that create reflections on the shiny, hardwood floor. "Can barely satisfy one." You weren't saying it to chide Julian, you mostly said to to yourself, but of course nothing goes unnoticed with Peña, and he chokes a laugh.

It feels nice to hear a light sound in the midst of something so heavy that you can't help but partake in it, too. The two of you chuckling and you shake your head, taking another drag of the cigarette.

"Well, here's to the ones who can," Javi lifts his glass, and you do the same, just barely picking up what he's hinting while you down the rest of drink. Head swimming now.

The two of you sit in conversation as the piles of people in your town fill seats for a good ten minutes. Most of them know the both of you, and that keeps you on track. You abandon the butt of your cigarette in an ashtray that has at least three of Javi's since he arrived.

Kept on track because the more you drink, the more you realise you want to act on your impulses. Want to go against the things you were keeping yourself from thinking. To make some of those dreams come true.

"You know what your fuckin' problem is?" Javi starts, and it makes your blood boil. Breaks you out of your reverie.

"Maybe start that sentence off differently."

"No," he's quick to reply. So quick you don't notice you fold your own argument. "You're too uptight, that's your problem." he shrugs casually and you shove his shoulder lightly.

"Making it worse, Peña."

Javi brings his hand up to tap his index and middle finger at to the side of your head lightly.

"You're operating too much from here," his arm sweeps down, those two same fingers brushing against your panties from underneath your skirt. You jump back in your seat, gasping in response.

"Need to operate from here."

And there it is. It would seem out of place if it were anyone else but Javier Fucking Peña. Known for debaucherous ways. Known for his vices.

"W-what... what are you doing?" You stare wide, not quite sure you even felt what you did. It happened so fast that when you look around, no one saw a thing.

It wasn't as much of a record-scratch stop to them as it was to you.

You notice that you don't tell him to stop. And so does he.

"Not saying it's me who should do that for you," finishing off his statements and drink Javi stands up, slipping on his leather jacket. "I'm saying I could." Stepping closer, he bends down to catch your ear. Goosebumps litter your skin as he whispers: "Could make you forget all about tonight."

And you very much would like to forget all about tonight.

It's only when you stand do you notice how drunk you are. Not completely wasted, but not sober enough to make decisions with your brain. Exactly how Javi wants you. The walk to Javi's apartment is remembered in jolly splices.

---

Your mouth greets the shoulder of Javi's jacket playfully while he unlocks his door. You detect his aftershave in mix with the cigarettes, alcohol, and leather.

A whine escapes you and slick gathers in your panties, even more from the bar if that were possible. Especially when your noises and eagerness pull a baritone laugh from him, "Tranquilo, tigre."

He says that, but as soon as you've crossed the threshold of his door he has you against the other side of it. Fingers playing in your hair. Ever the gentleman, sliding off your jacket to put it... on the ground. Great. You like that jacket!

But you're just as careful and kind to his things as you tug on his belt. Your fingers playing with the brown leather and metal and finally, finally your mouths touch.

A sweet moan, high in octave and breathy, eases out of your throat and it's met with the gravel of his groan in the pit of his own. He feels and tastes nothing like your husband which makes it much easier to forget him.

Truthfully, he hadn't been in your mind since fresh air hit your face on the walk to Javi's.

Smoke, alcohol, and the faint likeness of gum moves over your tongue while your hands multitask in untucking his shirt from his jeans.

"That fuckin' easy?" He quips, but his breath as shaky as yours. Large hands palming the smushed shape of your breasts from the modest top, and it produces a whimper in the middle of your panting.

"It's that fucking easy, Peña. Could've been doing this a long fuckin' time, now." Your hands eclipse his, pushing them further into your tits in effort to obscenely massage them.

This stirs a groan from his lips. In awe of how in control you are like this. How it's different from the woman allowing her requests to be denied in her own home.

Javi disobeyed you on purpose at your house earlier, so maybe you could get it through your thick fucking skull that this is what you really needed.

To watch your desires bubble to the surface, and moreover to let them have space here. He wants you to act on them.

Taking your chin between his fingers, he rolls over the bone. Moustache twitching in a smirk, "Javi, baby."

To say you're wet now is an understatement. Your clit tingles with anticipation, thighs shaking without even being touched.

"Javi," you say it back to him, but it comes out more like a moan. A catalyst for a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and brushing of his facial hair against the top of your lips while he towers above you. Palm flat against the door above your head.

Somewhere between that and undoing each button on his shirt, you end up in the kitchen – bent over the island. Pouting at not getting the chance to see him shirtless fully.

You shiver against the granite, claw at the edges of furniture for something to land on. To find purchase. A cheek is pinned against the cool texture and you choke a breath the second you feel air flow against your ass. Your skirt riding up just for Javi to view.

"Motherfucker," you hear Javi behind you. The tone amused, saturated in desire. That's when you get your first taste of relief.

The edge of his index finger runs between your legs, rubbing the obvious wet spot of your panties. Your folds, even through the fabric, wrap around the length of his finger from how deeply he's pressing against you.

It flicks a flame in the pit of your stomach and causes more hunger than relief. Your pores open from how hot it's making you.

"You get this wet for him?" Javi's simple question evokes a mewl you've never heard come from yourself. Your hips lift back and roll in need.

"No... no. J-just you, Javi. Just you."

"Just me," he repeats, head tipping to the side as he examines you.

How easy it is for you to handover claim of your cunt. It's instantaneous, him pulling your undies down. Wasting no more time in what the two of you came here to do.

The pad of his thumb collects your slick between your folds. From the top of your hole all the way to your clit at the bottom from how you're positioned, and you bite your lip hard. Cheeks flushed while your ass peeks out from your skirt.

"Is that because this is mine?"

You confidently say Julian has never talked to you like this. You don't think you've ever been addressed like this in your life.

Never been made to feel special in this way, or that your body was someone's because they wanted you. Not because they wanted to have some icky claim of you.

Even more, you don't feel guilty. Not yet, anyway. There's no time for it. No time to pretend from what you've wanted from the very moment this man, whose warmth now radiates behind you, entered the picture.

"It's yours," you say in a rush as your torso drapes and digs into the side Javi's kitchen island. Makes you think you'd say this even in a sober state. "It's all yours, Javi!"

"What's mine?" He's deliberate and torturous, and his voice alone could make you cum. Your ass pushes back languidly, giving him a good view to curse at under his breath, of your cunt and the velvet of your asshole.

"Me, Javi. I'm yours. Everything." Hot tears swell over your cheeks from how horny and desperate you feel. Like if you don't get him now, you could combust.

"Javi!" you gasp, rutting against the outline of his hard cock in his jeans when he grinds against you without warning.

"Get used to fuckin' saying that," he cautions, and it's cocky, but unlike all the other broken promises you've been given, he's true to his word.

Because he pulls away from you, and you're now his ragdoll – putting you wherever he wants. Hoisting you up on the kitchen island, and it feels cold against the heat pooling at your core.

Javi watches as you bring your bare feet onto the counter, leaning back on your hands, and spread your legs apart like he's being called for dinner. And, fuck, that's exactly what he wants.

Because as soon as you do that, as soon as he sees just how wet and pink you are at the core for him, he can't say no to you.

Not that he was ever planning on it.

"That's it, that's fucking it. Jesus fucking Christ."

You get a good view of Javi's chest all the way down to his stomach and jeans in their disheveled state from this point of view. The bulge of his cock difficult to hide in pants that tight, and you are grateful for it.

You shiver at a mixture of the view of him and the air against your soaked skin.

Your cheeks and lips are painted crimson when he pulls up a seat. He wasn't kidding. He was planning on eating you out, going down on you like you were his own personal meal – as if his eyes devouring you weren't enough.

Your manicured nailed comb his hair back once you get the chance to reach him. Feeling exposed, throbbing by the time you feel the smooth skin of his cheek proceed the inside of your thigh. He takes you in, marveling at the way your cunt pulses and clenches over nothing. Fluid floods right from the source. The way your clit peeks out from its hood, just enough that his teeth could brush against it.

It makes his mouth water, and yours too now that you think about it. Pressing slow, teasing kisses on your thighs you sigh in frustration and alleviation. You can't help but wriggle your hips up towards him. "Please," you whimper, and that makes Javi's eyes grow even darker if you could believe it.

"Please what?"

"Javi, please eat me out!"

He doesn't miss a beat. Using his nose and face to breach your folds apart, to take a mess even further, Javi digs in. His tongue flattens against your slick and your sounds are immediate. It's all too sensitive, too unfamiliar for you to fully register how to feel.

He was right when he called your husband out at the bar. Julian made sure you came, but it was rarely with his mouth. Most of the time you were left rubbing yourself off during sex.

So to have someone, to have Javi – your husband's best fucking friend, between your legs. Servicing you with the sluttiest smile on his face, you can't help but slump back on the counter.

To be under his stare is almost too much. Perfect and needy for you. You slip your eyes shut from the intensity.

"Eyes on me, princesa," Javi rolls off his tongue easily, the tip of it digging right underneath the hood of your clit. Making you gasp, eyes wide, popping back open to meet his gorgeous features.

"Did my pussy like that?" He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his mouth around the all-too sensitized nub before mercilessly sucking it.

This leaves you with your mouth hanging open, your eyes crossing as they roll into the back of your head. The same head that's now reclining in sheer ecstasy.

But Javi's quick to make his point as he goes off of you and replaces his sucking with a harsh slap to your cunt. It makes you spring up, makes you pay attention. You pout and writhe at his power over you.

"I said fucking eyes on me. Don't you dare think about anyone else."

"I-I," you try, you really try to say something, but you can't. It feels too good, and you're too drunk to understand you can't use your words right now.

So you comply, watch him as best as you can. Your mouth split open, eyebrows knit together. And he's kind in the way he goes right back – sucking on your clit like it's his fucking job.

Like he hasn't eaten in weeks, and you're sitting at his kitchen counter, on display.

Not using your brain to think, but using your pussy.

"JustyouJavi," you manage. It's slurred, but you manage it because while he's sucking on your nerves, he's rolling the edge of his tongue against it too. Methodical circles, a tempo to die for. Doesn't switch it up, or make awkward transitions. It's just right.

It's inevitable, screaming his name. Feeling your toes curl, the heels of your feet grind into Javi's shoulders. Damn near pornographic in the way you keen your mantra of: yeah, yeah, yeah. The ache explodes into an uncontrollable fit of passion as you gush all over Javi's mouth.

But as he pulls back, you see that it's not just his mouth that's coated. His cheeks, chin, nose. You're spilling down his neck. And he smiles at you like a blood-soaked lion polishing off its prey.

"I know what you can do, princesa," the sentence has far too many words for you to understand what's happening during your comedown, so that's why it happens as a surprise when you feel Javi's two fingers prod against your cunt.

Standing from his chair now, he pushes it back with his heel. Hand in a loose fist around your neck as he makes you watch what he's doing to you. "Don't fucking blink," he grits, and it makes you want him to tighten his grip. To be possessive while he fucks you.

Your head is slightly angled down while he starts. Eyes looking up, mouth wet but not as wet as Javi's and it makes you come apart to watch his skin glisten still from you. Index and middle fingers press inside your wet hole. His wet hole.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, slipping your top lip above the bottom, you open easily for him to plunge deeper, his fingers curling up with no trouble at all in finding that spongy spot of pleasure right at the tips of them. Your eyes gloss from how overwhelming it feels, the repetitions.

"You can squirt for me, baby." His echoes have you in a trance, but that request makes you nervous. "I've... I don't know how...," you manage the words and he massages your insides in a way that makes you discern you're being primed for something.

"You can do it," Javi leans down, and the encouragement makes your mind reel at how simple words can create such an affect on you.

"Pull my cock out and slip those pretty lips around it, hermosa. You'll forget about anything else."

A part of you isn't ready. To see his cock would mean that things were progressing, and if they were in a standstill you could soak up this moment for longer. But the way you can hear your cunt slosh in between thrusts has you curious if he actually could make you do this.

You look down first. See the bulge more prominent and close in his boxers from his unbuttoned jeans. Eager to break out, you pull the fabric down enough to send the leaking head of his cock to slap against his abdomen before it springs out in front of you to tease.

"Holy fuck," the moment before the freefall, your body becomes alert of the sheer size of him. It was even better than the dreams of you getting railed by him from behind.

You can't help but take a moment to appreciate this. To brush your face sluttily against the warmth of his cock. Your lips teasing him until the precum lands on your tongue and your jaw instantly burns from how sore it is to be open like that.

Saliva falls on your shirt, not yet found the time to take it off.

He tasted heavenly, your hand cups his balls while his moves from your throat to the back of your head.

And it's delicious to watch his face. The way his jaw relaxed open before grinding it back shut, exhaling sharply through his nose. Javi tests your gag reflexes then, gripping the back of your head and sending the shaft of his cock down your throat.

"Mierda," he falters in keeping both rhythms from how hot your wet mouth is. "Knew you could handle my cock, baby, but fuck."

Between the sounds of you gargling him and the squelching of your pussy he is relentless in using, your body is distracted and slack enough for him to pull out of you.

"Ay dios mio, bebita. That's fucking it, there you go." The way he's nodding, proud and spasming in your mouth has you cumming again. This this time clear liquid sprays from you when he tugs his skilled fingers from you and you vibrate such moans from Javi's cock he has to pull out to stop himself from cumming, too.

A wail replaces your moans as the sound of your voice is more prominent in the space. "Javi!" You can't help that you're crying obscenely now, tears flowing from the intensity and the treatment he'd been giving your throat. Mascara running down your cheeks.

---

"Good fucking girl, bonita." You don't realise it straight away from you cum-drunken stooper, but he's picked you up now. Showing you how strong his lean frame is by carrying you to his bed. Tossing you onto the mattress like it's nothing.

"All of this off. Now." Yes, sir. You bob your head yes frantically, knowing how fucked you must look. Mascara running, your panties... somewhere. Your skirt soaked from a new trick Javi just taught you.

You catch a glimpse of the man who did this to you, equally a mess. His hair in all directions, neck red as beads of sweat tempt his broad shoulders, and fuck, he was naked now. You don't mean to, but you drool – this time without a cock in your mouth – too fucked to notice, or care.

"Take a fuckin' picture, baby." Javi softens his knees to curve down at your ear, "Off. Last warning."

You begin to wonder what he would do if you didn't do as he said.

"And if I don't?" You challenge, a lascivious grin crosses your face and you raise a brow.

Mistake. Big mistake.

Because that makes Javi's grin fade. Ripples a new sense of foreboding into the air when he takes your skirt off just as easily and swiftly as he did your undies, but the skirt isn't unzipped so it bursts from the force and you yelp at the sensation.

"Javi, you broke my skirt!" You whine. Naked from the waist down he ogles you before tutting his teeth sarcastically.

"It really bothers me, hermosa," Your shirt is slung overhead and abandoned somewhere on the floor.

"Good girls don't talk back."

You can tell he's drinking you in from the moment he stands back, but he's pulling away more and more until you don't feel his warmth anymore and you realise the error you've made.

"W-wait... come-come back!" Your words dejected, giving him doe eyes as he mimics them way better than you could.

"Bad girls get punished. Rub your clit, get yourself off." It drives a pathetic sound from your mouth before you plead to him.

"Please, no. Please – Javi, Javi please. I'll be good. Please, Javi!" Sitting up, you beg him, undo the sheer bra so your tits pop out from it. Both of you bare in his bedroom.

You can see that makes his cock undoubtedly ache.

"Oh, querida. You're gonna have to do better than that." Arms crossed, he watches as you part your sticky legs, exposing your folds to him again and he hums in approval.

"Let me see how you do it."

You're so deep in it with him, it feels like you've been doing this regularly. How he knows your body, helps you discover little things you didn't even know you were into.

It relieves you to let out wanton moans, your fingers spanning your slick, opening yourself up on cue. Fingers roll, pinch, glide your clit in a hypnotic motion.

It sends you close to the edge, but you can't quite find it with the prospect of Javi inside you.

You keep staring at his cock.

The way precum collects at the head, the girth of him. You could only imagine how deep he would be. Unsure if you could take him all.

"I need you, Javi. Javi, please. Please give me your cock. I'm sorry, I wanna be your good girl!" Torture rocks your throat, and right before you force a dull orgasm from yourself Javi takes your wrist, pushing it away from your core.

"We have to use a condom, baby." It's his way of telling you yes, and you sit up zealously, understanding and willing to do whatever it takes.

Because in reality, he's right, and that almost causes you to stop. Like those dreams you have where you wake up and instantly flock to your husband. Overcompensating.

But this wasn't one of those dreams, and you wanted this so badly it stung.

Javi goes to his nightstand, slicking lube on his cock before sheathing it in the rubber protectant. You certainly don't feel upset that you have to use it, but it leaves you curious what his skin feels like slipped inside of you.

Already coveting his presence before it even began.

But that's the thing, there's no slipping here. When he comes around to make sure you're both lubricated enough for the barrier, you see just how fat his cock is as it bulges from the condom.

Your legs unfurl, chin lining forward as you watch him. Javi keeps you on your back for now, draping your legs over his shoulders. No, he doesn't slide inside of you, he stretches you to such completion your body pulses repeatedly, coming completely undone.

It almost feels too much at first, this position – as deep as it was, but the way you're groaning has you both believing you can take it. Just in time for your sex to push him out of you.

Your muscles all too tight, beginning to worry he's too big.

But that doesn't stop you.

"Mierda, you need it that fucking bad, bebita?" His words make you weak. Because immediately you go between your legs, inviting him back into the innermost part of you without him needing to do it himself.

Javi's lips crash against yours, taking time in burying himself all the way to the hilt. But he doesn't move a muscle.

He stays there, admiring above you. The way your mouth parts, nipples becoming alive at the sensation. "Eres hermosa," more of a mumble, his lips brush and decorate the inside of your calves. The tip of his nose slightly bending against the skin.

It starts to become unbearable, your hips shifting up, but you find it is working. That your muscles relax and are able to take. "I can take it," you incline, not noticing you're heaving shallow breaths until the words leave you in pieces.

"Can you?" Javi asks condescending, thumbprint teasing the split of your clit, rasping at the way you convulse your whole body from contact.

He can't take it anymore, your hold is too strong over him. Javi, compelled to fuck you, drives his cock in, proprietorial in its approach.

You're almost oversensitive, unsure of the statement you just announced because you find yourself swallowing hard, your throat dry. Fingernails claw at his forearms as his large paws grip your waist for leverage. Your pelvis bucking up because like his fingers before, his length is hitting your g-spot and it's too much – you have to screw your eyes.

But Javi doesn't reprimand you for it this time. Instead he hovers over you, sending your ass off of the bed and him deeper than ever before. Right against your cervix now. Causing your mandible to unhinge, pitiful sounds expel your lungs. It's just too good.

"You can take it, baby," Lustful words right there at your ear, you beg in way that makes you want more.

You stroke his hair, tugging the strands – scratching his scalp. His body mercilessly colliding with yours. All sweat and skin, balls eager to tap against the curve of your ass, and all of those sounds fill the room. The sounds of your sex.

"Javi, please. Tell me." It's magic, he doesn't hold it against you that you're not being completely direct. He's understanding, and wants this for you again. The gears connecting that you need to be talked and fucked through it.

"Tell you what, cariño? How I want you to cum for me?" His glistening covered brow presses against yours, hairs stick to both of your foreheads. "How I make this pussy feel so perfect you have to explain why you're limping tomorrow?"

Fuck, you're a mewling, writhing mess.

"Let go for me, ángel," his dark, pleading eyes invite you to jump over the edge, "That's it. That's fucking it, baby. Cum for me."

Your skin trembles like a live wire. He's pulling another orgasm out of you and you don't even know where it's coming from or how he could get you to do it again. But you are. It shows up in your fingers curling, your thighs fluttering until streams of your sex leak from around his cock in your climax.

You're speechless. Moans come from you, yes, but you're so fucked out there's no words that could be put together to describe how fucked you really are.

Your legs fall on either side of Javi's waist, and there's a moment of cognition as your hand reaches to touch Javi's face. "You are so handsome," it slips out before you can stop it, but you don't want it to. Your thumb finds the divot at his bottom lip. Recall the way he tastes of you now. The tops of your fingers stroke his clean shaven cheek.

A face so hauntingly beautiful for a human up to no good. You knew snippets of his past, but his pout nudging against your palm tells you more than any story. Lets you know exactly who he is. You knew the truth.

"Get on your back, honey." You encourage, coaxing his cock out of you – still hard and dying for release.

Surprisingly, he does what he's told, unable to stop himself from kissing your cheek and you swallow down words.

No need to complicate things further.

So you climb on top of him instead. "Shit, cariño. Look at you." That makes you blush, his warm and strong palm splays on top of your breast to brush a digit over your nipple and you shiver. Tentatively, you take him back in and make an oomph sound. He somehow feels deeper like this.

You're intentional in the roll of your hips, but the pace is far too slow for Javi. He needs you, needs the chase of something. "Let me," he grits, pulling your chest onto his and pins your arms behind you in his own bear hug.

The way he digs his heels into the mattress to fuck you, to use you to get himself off is borderline degrading but his quiet praises against your skin has you lit up again in ways you don't anticipate. He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark before petting where you connect. This leaves your sticky sweetness to cover his lap in no time.

"Hermosa, h-hermosa," his voice staggers at the shell of your ear, hips erratic while it feels like he's fucking you into oblivion. "So fucking good for my cock, pretty girl."

You have orgasmed so many times now it feels automatic when it happens again, but this time you take note of his arms tightening around you. A hand in your hair. "Just like that, just– fuck. Take it." It almost sounds like a resignation, but his waist pounds you both into another wave of pleasure until he emptied inside of you, filling the condom.

You both stay still. Spent. Relaxed. Eyes bleary, the two of you collapse into assuage.

A pile of shuddering, panting limbs tangle together in the wake of something devious and beautiful.

"Pretty, pretty girl." You hear him say into the top of your head. The hint of affection aches at your heart.

It's then you become acutely aware of how tight your wedding band feels around your ring finger.

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Javi lights a cigarette in the middle of your afterglow, and it's intimate, him sharing it with you. You hold it, sobriety taking your head, and it frightens you when you don't pull away from him as you begin to think more clearly.

In fact, you roll onto your stomach. Body half-slung onto his, your tits pushed together perfectly as you sit up your elbows.

Taking the cigarette between your lips, you inhale, leaning to him as you push the smoke to billow into his mouth. He exhales the rest through his nose and your tongue tastes the plush lips in front of you because, fuck, it might be the last time you can.

"What do we do?" You ask after a while. It's quiet, and you give the stick back to him by dangling it between his lips.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." His words muffled by it, he takes a drag before leaving it to burn between his fingers. He puffs the smoke away from you. "You stay with him, bebita. You work it out. And when you need to be fucked, you call me. When he's being a cabrón, you call me. I'll make you forget about him."

Your survey the curtains in his room, the blue glow of dawn tempting to bring another day forward. You don't like his idea, but that doesn't make it wrong.

"You mean you don't want to run away together?" You joke, your eyes conveying, no really it's a joke. I swear. And he runs his fingers across your cheek to pinch it lightly, lips pressing together when he shakes his head 'no'.

"You know we can't do that."

The words bring Julian back to life. Shows his existence in a way that doesn't make you want to push him away. Through the love Javi has for him.

Despite it all, love. A common goal the two of you have for the man who is probably worried sick over you.

Just before guilt tempts to wrap its vengeful claws around your throat, Javi stops it in its tracks.

"You took what you wanted. That's all."

You nod compliantly, not willing to argue in order to savour the moment. Your head brushes against his chest and you close your eyes. If only to capture this feeling a little while longer.

You allow his words to integrate, and swallow down the antagonist of his statement: that there was more you wanted. You were certain the chase of this, the irrevocable quench from throes you shared with Javier, would not just die down.

Terrible that you didn't want it to. You would take what you wanted.

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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Mrvlbimbo's Eddie Munson Masterlist

hiiiiii everyone, I figured it was time I made a master list for all my Eddie fics.

For anything in the series and longer fics catagory y'all can send me requests to further those stories and/or HCs you have for them.

Everything other than the drabbles is explicitly xfem reader because I write in third person using she/her pronouns.

The summaries are bad but hopefully this is helpful for everyone.

Smut meter

🍓complete fluff

🍒suggestive

🌶smuttish

🔥full on smut

Other tags

☁️angst

🍬sub! Eddie

🧁sub! Reader

🏠established relationship

🎲virgin! Eddie

💎virgin! Reader

Series and longer fics

Secret admirer series, pt1, 2, 3, 4

reader leaves romantic notes in Eddie's locker because she's too shy to talk to him in person.

Rating: 🌶💎🎲 (will change when chapter 4 is posted)

Eddie x bimbo!reader series masterlist

based on this request: eddie and bimbo reader!! a unique pair, but reader likes metal and rock music, and they find other ways to bond later

Rating: there’s too many parts but it’s a mix of all

Incentive, pt 1

Eddie has a crush on the assistant coach of the Hawkins High women's tennis team. She's only a year older than him, only problem is she refuses to date a highschooler. Looks like Eddie has some incentive to graduate

Something isn't right here, pt 1/2

A few weeks after returning from the upside down, Eddie wakes up changed. His new bloodlust only rivaled by his regular lust for his best friend.

Bimbo!reader x Vampire!Eddie

Perv!Eddie thoughts,

some hcs

Just a little quid pro quo, Virgin!reader buys drugs from Eddie and just so happens for 'forget' her money

Eddie's neighbor gets drenched in the cold and he just neeeeds to help her warm up

Sub!Eddie thoughts,

using a vibrator on Eddie

making Eddie cry his eyeliner off

What’s the plot of Romeo and Juliet again?

based on this request: eddie X (cheerleader?) reader where reader is dating jason. they get into an argument and eddie steps in to protect her. maybe they end up breaking up and eddie is really happy about it.

Rating: 🔥💎🧁

And they were roomates (pt 2 eventually)

Eddie and the reader are roommates, she catches him jerking off. She offers to help.

Rating: 🌶🍬

You mean nothing (everything) to me

friends to enemies to lovers. They fuck in the hellfire chair. It's almost 5k words.

Rating: 🔥🍬☁️

Practice makes perfect, first times the charm (coming soon)

based on this request: Eddie fic? where poor baby is a virgin but his not-girl-friend is more than happy to let him give her head for ‘practice’?

Rating: 🌶🍬🎲

It’s about time someone wrote an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic

its an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic.

Rating: 🔥

Jason doesn’t know

Eddie and reader are fwb and she's cheating on her boyfriend (Jason) Loosely based on the song Scotty Doesn't Know.

Rating: 🔥

One shots

Don’t move

cockwarming with subby Eddie

Rating:🔥🍬🏠

Polar Opposites

based on this request: eddie with a hyper feminine, super spoiled girl? Like, everyone just being exhausted by the stereotypical girly thing she is, and her just sitting all pretty in his lap in the throne in the hellfire club room

Rating:🍒🏠

Oblivious

based on this request: Eddie coming home after a club meeting that went rlly well and he’s super pent up and energized and he gets into his room and he’s greeted with the sight of his sweet y/n on his bed in the cutest pink lingerie set waiting to have him basically rearrange her organs, and ofc he does cause how could he say no to his needy girl

Rating: 🔥🏠

I like-like you too

based on this request: eddie x fem!reader where they both like eachother and it’s sooo obvious to everyone but them? and they get teased all the time by everyone

Rating: 🍒

One more?

based on this request: Eddie fucking readers brain out and then taking care of her while she's in subspace

Rating: 🔥🧁🏠

Gummies

based on this request: u eat some of eddies gummy bears only to find out they were edibles, n now eddie has to deal with a very high y/n who wont stop gushing about him and being all giddy

Rating: 🍓

Road trip

based on this request: reader and Eddie aren’t really close but they both unknowingly think each other are attractive but reader thinks Eddie is way out of her league. So they’re in the car with dustin, max, mike and Steve, but there’s no room for the reader so Eddie offers for reader to sit on his lap. So they’re both really nervous and reader keeps shifting in his lap so he grips her hips to get her to stop because he’s getting hard and he’s really embarrassed about it

Rating: 🌶🍬

I’ll never leave

based on this request: eddie having a nightmare where his gf leaves him only for him to wake up with her drooling all over his arm in her sleep

Rating: 🍓☁️🏠

It goes both ways

based on this request: reader getting into a fight with a jock because he hit and/or upset Eddie? Like, maybe she could kick his ass but she would also have gotten her fair share of hits?

Rating: 🍓

Not so innocent

based on this request: y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work

(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)

and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*

Rating: 🔥💎🧁

Thoroughly

based on this request: idk idk i’m just imagining eddie being like bold bold

“you wish you could handle me”

“yes, i do. roughly…thoroughly…for hours…”

Rating: 🍒

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.

based on this request: eddie accidentally calling you mommy while you’re edging him? so u like slightly laugh cause ur like omg???????? and he’s just so embarrassed BYE

Rating: 🔥🍬🏠

Rings can’t go in there

based on this request: eddie having to fish his ring out of your coochie

Rating: 🌶🏠

Teenage rebellion

Based on the request: What if Jason’s sister flirts with Eddie just to annoy his brother but she ends up having sex with him (I like how you write, specifically submissive Eddie)

Rating: 🔥🍬🎲

Drabbles

Aftercare

Wearing his rings

Giving him hickies

Boobs, boobs pt2

Belly bulge

Thighs

Fingering

Your first time with Eddie

Praise kink

Sub Eddie with begging

Naked Polaroids

Eddie x plus sized reader

Eddie with a mommy kink

Eddie x y2k aesthetic reader

Role play

Possessive Eddie

Giving Eddie head scratches

Flirting with Eddie

Jewlery and tits

Eddie is needy and wants attention

Eddie doesn't want to share his cookies with Hellfire

Getting Eddie's name tattooed

(Plz lmk if any of the links don’t work)

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

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lokischocolatefountain · 11 months

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Shit Habit

A Married!Javi Drabble

Rating: PG13 (just suggestive stuff, nothing explicitly smutty. Warning: mention of Stechner)

Series Masterlist

“What happened to the nicotine gum?” She asked, looking up from her book, catching him with an unlit cigarette between his lips, lighter clutched in his hand.

“Had a conversation with Stechner,” was all he needed to say. She hummed in understanding. Stechner had become a staple of his angry rants to her about work and he’d become a center of her jokes where she’d curse “fucking Stechner” whenever anything went wrong in their day.

“Fucking Stechner,” she cursed as he predicted, making him smile halfheartedly before parroting “Fucking Stechner” back at her. He was bringing too much of his work back home. But she still found him acceptable enough to keep around, beckoning him with her index finger. He followed, walking away from the open window to where she sat on the sofa. He tried to sit, but she stretched her legs out on the sofa before pulling him away from the seat by his hands.

He raised an eyebrow at her and she simply smiled before she began unbuttoning his shirt.

“I have to say, you look really good in a white shirt and slacks. Like a conventional office worker.”

“Huh. Fucking hate it. And the stupid SUV. I need my jeep back. Not this stupid little—” he sighed and pushed his hair out of his forehead. “Sorry, I’m just… It’s this job— it’s different. I can’t be on the field like I used to be anymore. I have to send other guys, trust that they won’t fuck up. Duffy and Lopez ended up on the news and I had to take responsibility for their shit.”

“Aww honey,” she cooed, her voice so soft it melted away some of the tension in his muscles. “Maybe this is why Noonan and Messina were always pissed at you and Steve. Because they had to face the fire after you broke the rules.”

“You’re saying it’s karma?” He asked, finally lighting the cigarette. When the first puff filled his lungs, his hand finally stopped its restless fidgeting. He was never going to be able to quit at this rate.

He kept his eyes away from her, easy to do as he stood while she was sitting. He was afraid that if he looked, he’d see disappointment. She never suggested that he quit or even demanded it of him. She had every right to demand it, especially now. She never asked for shit. It should make him feel at ease, but the more he messed up and she went without fighting him on it, the worse he felt. He knew how to defend himself against anger— he would make excuses, tell her he couldn’t quit when his job was so stressful again. But she said nothing, just offered kindness and slipped a strip of nicotine gums into his suit pocket when he dropped her off at work in the morning. What was he meant to do with supportiveness?

The second puff tasted bitter in his heart and he quickly put it out on the glass top of their coffee table as he’d gotten rid of his ashtray in a bout of enthusiasm over quitting.

“Good boy.”

He snorted. Good? He went two weeks without smoking and now that they were in Colombia, he was right back to the terrible habit.“That was my fifth cigarette today.”

“Used to be seven a day on average. You only took two puffs of this last one…and I know you’ve been very stressed lately. Good boy,” she said, pulling him down to her by his hand. Guided by her hand, he knelt down by the sofa.

“It’s a shit habit.”

“It is,” she agreed, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You’re an impatient man, Javier. You want everything to happen immediately. Cut yourself some slack, acknowledge that you’re doing better now than you were doing last month. If you feel shit about where you’re at in your journey to quit your smoking habit, you’ll just feel worse and quitting won’t feel worth it anymore.”

He nodded, knowing she was right. But it didn’t stop him from feeling like shit. He placed a hand on her knee, his thumb caressing a scar she’d gotten from a childhood fall in the playground. He traced the shape of it, and visualized the shape without even having to take another look at it. A new body every night used to be fun but now, he needed the familiar terrain of her body. He needed to know that when he made his way up her thigh, he would go past that mole, that when he buried his face in her neck he would smell the scent of her coconut shampoo.

“Alright… since you’re already on your knees…” she trailed, smiling suggestively as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Ask you to marry me?” He squinted, feigning innocence. It was fun to pretend when he knew exactly what she was asking for.

“Well, don’t be too confident with that. Just because I said yes once doesn’t mean I’ll say yes again,” she teased, the back of her hand grazing his cheek.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm. My back hurts and I threw up right after I woke up and it’s all your fault. So, I’m not so enthusiastic about you anymore.”

“I’m sorry…” he said, pulling her shorts down her legs. He started with her belly, placing a kiss on it as it’d become customary of late. There was no visible difference in her yet, nothing apparent, but it felt good to acknowledge it with small affections. He had to quit his habit soon. He shouldn’t be smoking around her. While she chose to build a life with his sorry ass, shit habits and all, this baby didn’t and it would be the wrong example to set for it.

“Don’t say sorry. Show me how sorry you are,” she said, guiding him by his hair between her legs. Laughter bubbled over from his chest and he pushed her legs apart, settling himself comfortably between them.

“Si, Jefa.”

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starlightkun · 5 months

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untaemedqueen · 6 months

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Breast Play, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Love Making, Pregnant Sex, Jeongguk Being Fuckin' Filthy, Praise, Begging, Creampie // Taehyung Acting Up As Per Usual

Jeongguk was only without you for a month but during that time he forgot what it was like to lay in bed with you.

He forgot how you cuddled close to him in the chilly mornings, burying your face into his chest with childlike stubbornness. He forgot how you almost always softly whinged when he kissed the top of your head to wake you up. And he almost forgot how beautiful and incredible it feels to have your limbs tangle with his in the wee hours of daybreak.

Now that he's moved into your mansion, now that he has all of his belongings here, he finds himself appreciating the mornings even more.

You're not as sick as you were when you first found out you were pregnant but you're still exhausted all the same. Nothing wakes you up anymore, your hormones make you lay in bed like a lump on a log until his child deems it acceptable to rouse awake.

Curling his hand around your flat stomach, his lips drift softly over your shoulder.

To know he's bringing a life into this world with the woman he adores more than anything makes him constantly euphoric day in and day out.

It's funny to think that in just two weeks he'll be accompanying you to the wedding he was hired to go to so long ago. It's almost as if everything is coming full circle.

Drifting his lips to your hair, his eyes squeeze shut. There's such peace here at this moment. There's a serenity that cannot be matched and he's simply basking in its wonder.

This mansion you explicitly used to shelter yourself from the outside world is a newly defined place that you'll be raising a little life. All of the meaningless emptiness of the grand estate will have child-like giggles and babbling.

Tracing his thumb over your swollen womb, your once again boyfriend thinks of all the possibilities within this home.

Your whinge alerts him that you're waking up and it brings a soft smile to his pierced lips.

When Hawking hears that noise, he jumps onto the bed with curious excitement and your boyfriend lifts his head with wide eyes as a warning. His dog, now your dog as well, is so big and goofy that he has no spacial awareness. And if something happens to you or the baby, Guk will never forgive himself.

"Mornin'," you murmur to the Great Dane who doesn't heed his owner's cautious look.

Burrowing his face into your breasts, you cringe visibly and Guk is sitting up in an instant.

"Come on, dude," he hisses, pushing the dog's face softly away from you.

"It's okay, he doesn't understand," you reply sweetly, kissing the top of Hawking's head.

Everything about you lately has been swelling and aching, it's uncomfortable to be sure.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's okay, really," you promise, turning towards him.

Jeongguk lays himself back down, giving you a smile that is devastatingly handsome. He's so in love, he's so excited to become a parent with you that it's readily apparent on his features.

"How're my babies?" he coos, combing some hair back behind your ear.

"Tired," you breathe, which makes him nod in turn, "hungry, achy, crampy, emotional. I could go on."

He chuckles then, the sound making your bones almost jello-like.

You haven't been up to wearing your nightgowns to bed lately, the fabric that goes over your breasts is too restricting. So when your boyfriend looks you over in full, he can't help the way that his tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip.

The darkened veins around your swollen tits makes him almost frenzied with wanting but he's been respectful since you took him back.

Cupping your chest with his large, warm hands, he kneads the swollen skin very softly with his fingers.

Your whine lets him know how much you adore it and suddenly he's disregarding his huge dog beside you to crawl over you.

He rests his backside on the balls of his feet working to soothe your aches and pains immediately. Your skin is hot under his hands, almost as if you have a fever just on your chest.

You groan softly, letting your head loll back at the simple relief.

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," Guk avows.

"We love you too," you whisper through clenched teeth.

To say you've gotten used to being pregnant is an understatement. It took you a few days, surely, you were frightened and scared beyond all belief at first but your boyfriend has ingrained in you just how much he adores this and you and his baby. So, it didn't take you so long to come to terms that you're growing a life inside you.

Bending down, Guk presses soft kisses to your areola. When you gasp loudly, making Hawking jump with fright beside you, your boyfriend finds his cock stirring.

"Feels good, baby?" he hisses, wrapping his lips around your puffy, dark nipple.

He suckles gently, suddenly forgetting the need to calm your aches and pains. His hand toys with the stiffening peak, rolling it ever so slowly between his thumb and index finger.

"Daddy, God!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

"Mhm," he groans against your skin soothingly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your bud.

His free hand trails lazily over your side, stopping shortly to graze along your swollen womb before continuing on it's long path but before he can even get there you're yelping out like you're about to orgasm.

His eyebrows furrow and he suckles harder against you, pinching and rolling just that much more fervently and when his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, you scream his name with heady pleasure.

Your arousal squirts out of you and coats his hand, body trembling with satisfaction and he lifts his head with a curiously triumphant smile.

"Cumming just by your tits? That's new," he breathes, stroking at his cock.

Your juices make his long, hard cock slick and he positions himself at your entrance with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you handle this right now, baby?" he inquires softly, drifting his hand over your cheek.

With a whinge, your hands coast up his heavily inked arms. You stare up at him with heavily sated eyes that seem to twinkle with the need for more.

"Give it to me," you beg softly.

That's all he needs to hear.

Entering you slowly, his mouth drops open at the sheer warmth and wetness. Your cunt is like a fucking siphon around him and he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling.

His elbows purchase themselves over your shoulders and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you adjust to the intrusion of his thick cock.

"Your pussy feels so different," Guk whines against your lips, "feels so fucking good."

You hook your hand around the back of his head, needing him so close to you.

"I love you," you whisper, looking up at him with soft, needy eyes that makes his cock throb within you.

"I love you too," he promises, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting back inside.

This isn't a rough fuck, this isn't a quick thing that horny lovers do. He sets a slow, deep pace that makes your loins quiver. He's making love to you. He's showering you with every ounce of passion that he can to show you how grateful he is that you're with child.

"Oh fuck!" you squeak out, feeling his lips trail from your lips to your jaw and downward.

He suckles at your nipples once again, adoring how your legs butterfly open for more. Your arousal is messy and abundant, earning the most pornographic noises as he fucks you diligently.

"You're so fucking incredible," Guk hisses, licking at your nipple until your back is bowing off the bed.

He takes this opportunity to curl his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his strokes begin to quicken.

"O-Oh! Daddy!" you blubber out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," he praises, suckling at your sensitive flesh harder.

Your nails scratch at his skin, leaning pretty red lines he'll surely be tracing with his fingers later in the day.

"I can't wait till your bigger, till I can set you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. I'm gonna hold your belly so tightly while you throw it back to me like a little slut. Your swollen pretty tits are gonna leak milk everywhere, begging to mother my baby. Fuck," he hisses, fucking into you harder.

He doesn't know where those hopes and dreams came from but he's pretty sure they've been laying thick on his mind since the minute he got you into bed the first time.

His irises burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He believes what he's saying, he wants you to do every vile and nasty thing with your pregnant body that he can and it only brings you closer to the edge.

There's a bubble growing and growing within your loins, it's expanding at a rapid pace and when he sits up and flips you over like you weigh nothing, the explicit show of strength makes you almost want to fall off the precipice then.

His chest lays over your back, hand cupping your small, swollen womb. His lips tug at your earlobe and you can only cry out in a semblance of babbles as he begins to fuck you stupid.

"I'm gonna worship you and this pregnant belly until my last fucking day. I want you to walk around this mansion stark naked with your big stomach in your hands and my cum running down your fucking thighs," he hisses, nibbling at your skin softly.

There's a demon within him now, some sort of incredibly aroused being that you can't help but want to bend your will to.

"Y-Yes, daddy! Please!"

"Yeah?" your boyfriend coos sweetly, "you want that? You want me to fuck your little pregnant cunt everyday? You want to drip with me everywhere you go? You want to hold your belly for me while you suck my cock or take it deep inside you?"

You nod incessantly, sobbing as his hand hooks around to the apex of your thighs. He rubs short, quick circles to your swollen clit, groaning at how tight you're getting around him.

You like this too apparently, you love the imagery, much like him.

"Fuck, throw it back to me, baby," he hisses, lifting himself off of your back.

His free hand slowly coasts over your spine while the other continues it's diligent work between your legs.

With every stroke he gives, you meet it and he moans loudly at the feeling. His head lolls back at the euphoria of it all and when he hooks his hand around your waist to pull you back even faster, you can't help the bubble within you as it's about to explode.

"Fuck, I feel it. That's my girl! Let go," Jeongguk praises, spreading your legs wider with his knees.

With a loud whimper, your body lets go. Your orgasm feels like shards of ice upon your body and you can barely register the slew of curses your boyfriend strings together behind you.

"Oh holy fucking shit," he whines, fucking you harder and faster until his thrusts become stunted and shorter.

With a deeply bassed groan, he spills his seed inside of you.

"My God," he sighs softly, pulling out slowly and laying down beside you.

He opens his arms and smiles as you immediately coddle to him, laying your face down on his chest.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hand over your womb.

"I love you too," you murmur, deeply sated.

As you begin to draw random shapes onto his chiseled chest, he stares down at you with adoration slowly creeping into his bones.

You, the mother of his baby, how deeply he fucking loves you.

"One, two, three," Guk counts, groaning loudly as he and his two best friends begin to set up gym equipment in the basement he didn't even know you owned.

You're giving him free reign within this mansion now. You're really starting to come to terms with sharing your life with him.

"Still don't like it," Tae murmurs, looking around the pristine basement.

"Oh my God, give it a rest!" Jimin hisses, setting down the rowing equipment.

Jeongguk has gotten used to ignoring the pretty boy lately. Nothing ever seems good enough for him anymore.

"She fucking lied to him! She withheld that she was fucking pregnant!"

Guk turns away from the both of them, grabbing his water.

"She was confused! She was scared! Christ, imagine you were a girl and you got pregnant so soon! How would you feel?!" Chim gripes back, folding his arms.

"I am not her!" Taehyung hisses, his voice slowly getting louder and louder with each word, "if she was fucking smart, she would have told him from the fuckin beginni-"

Jeongguk sighs loudly, spinning around and pressing his forearm against his best friend's chest until he backs him up into the wall. His eyes are wide with anger and ferocity.

"You are raising your voice in the mother of my baby's house. You're talking shit when she's right fucking upstairs. She was scared and nervous! Don't you think for a fucking second that I won't kick your ass where you stand just because we're friends! I'm sick of your shitty attitude, dude. I'm spending the rest of my life with this woman! Have some goddamn respect. If you wanna bitch and complain you can take it outside this fucking house and away from me! I'm sick of it."

Jimin puts his hand delicately on your boyfriend's arm, watching it shake with anger and fury.

"I said it's enough," Guk hisses finitely, letting Taehyung go.

The pretty boy fixes his shirt immediately after being let go, rolling his eyes at the sudden flair of anger.

"Y'know," the father of your child grunts, grabbing a beer from the new mini fridge beneath the bar you've only just installed yesterday, "Tae, you're one of the biggest fucking hypocrites I know. If you had one ounce of understanding in your body, you'd see just how fucked up you've been. You always complain about Y/N, about others and how if you were that person how differently you'd do things. Well guess what? You're not them. So shut the fuck up. I'm goddamn tired of you acting like you're the king of the universe and you never do any wrong. It's annoying."

Jimin clears his throat softly, nudging the pretty boy who simply huffs out and folds his arms.

"So you don't like it when I speak my mind? We're friends. Isn't that what friends do? Listen?" Taehyung counters, sitting down on the rowing equipment.

Guk snorts into the beer can as he takes a sip. He shakes his head softly, knowing that nothing he says will get through to his older friend no matter how much he tries. "Just keep your comments about my girl to yourself from now on. Or you'll regret it."

"Guk-" Jimin begins only to be cut off by the pretty boy.

"Oh yeah? And how will I regret it?"

"You'll lose the chance to ever see my baby grow up. I'm going to be a father, I have to make decisions that are right for me and my family."

Tae simply freezes, tilting his head to the youngest's threat. "That's vile."

"You're being vile towards my-"

"Gukkie?"

Your boyfriend's head snaps up and he's standing in an instant to greet you as you descend down the basement stairs.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, walking over to you and placing both of his hands on your side.

"Are you okay?" you inquire, running your hands softly over his inked bare chest.

"Yeah! We're fine down here. What's wrong?" he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"I heard yelling," you whisper, looking up at him with doe-like, sweet eyes.

Just the sight kills him and he doesn't know how Taehyung could ever say anything bad about you.

"Oh, no, baby don't worry. We're alright down here. The boys are gonna leave soon and then I'm gonna make dinner for us," he coos softly, coursing a sweet hand over your cheek.

"Don't rush on my account. I'm just gonna go relax in the garden for a bit."

"How do you feel? Should you be laying down?" Guk asks sweetly, already forgetting the other two men in the room.

"I don't feel sick so I want to walk around for a while," you answer him, looking over at Jimin and Taehyung to give them a soft smile.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," your boyfriend breathes, smiling down at you with his pearly whites.

You kiss his cheek softly before beginning your ascent back upstairs and he turns to his two friends.

"Thank you for helping me set up the gym, you're both more than welcome to come over and use it if you keep the mother of my baby's name out of your fucking mouths."

"I didn't say anything!" Jimin gasps, widening his eyes.

"Good, don't," Guk hisses, folding his arms.

Taehyung simply shakes his head, standing up off of the bench and rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem now?!" Chim groans, lolling his head back.

"Nothing," Tae replies, heading up the stairs and out of sight.

Your boyfriend simply holds up his hands, shaking his head. "He's really sensitive for someone that bitches about others constantly."

Jimin can only hum in agreement, chasing after the pretty boy with a sigh.

If there's one thing that Guk will do, he'll fight for you time and time again without any care for others.

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#at your service #chapter 17 #chap 17 #jungkook #jungkook fic #jeongguk #jeongguk smut #pregnant smut #pregnant smut bts #jungkook smut

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theriverbeyond · 1 year

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can we hear about your gideon eyes tinfoil hat theory 🥺 i love to think unhinged thoughts

THANK YOU FOR ASKING also i had an entire essay typed up for you and tumblr lost the draft. apologies because this re-do is Definitely Worse

my unhinged theory is this: Gideon has, and has always had, a fragment of Alecto's soul inside her, that lay somewhat dormant until it was "activated" by Harrow consuming her soul (and thereby also consuming the Alecto fragment).

bear with me: we know Harrow began to be haunted when a fragment of Alecto escaped into Harrow when she kissed her in the tomb at age 10. Harrow's individual fragment wasn't enough for the Body-vision to have sentience OR for her to, as a child, be sending out "I'm here!" signals that were trackable by the other RBs, so they were basically just hanging out.

HOWEVER. when Harrow ate Gideon's soul, two things happenened: 1) Alecto/The Body started speaking to her, protecting her, gained enough coherence to eventually becoming Nona, etc and 2) Harrow became a becon for the RBs, specifically Number 7, who immediately turned towards her to make a beeline to the Mithraeum.

This makes me think that Lyctorhood "activated" the Alecto-fragment in a certain way, and it makes sense to ME that the trigger would be that fragment getting bigger, via Harrow taking up Gideon's soul (including whatever fragments Gideon herself was carrying)

"evidence" (wild speculating) for Gideon having Alecto's soul under the cut!

1. the gold eyes

in these books, eye color is explicitly linked to what soul is in what body. this is a heavily important plot mechanic throughout every single book - it feels "off" for Gideon's eye color to be the ONLY time in the entire series where eye color means "genetics" and not "soul".

Gideon does not have a normal human eye color. the color is described as like an egg yolk & gold coins, and no human eye color reaches even close. This is further evidenced by how when Augustine and Mercymorn saw Gideon in Harrow's eyes, they thought Alecto had woken up. pre-NtN, this made more sense as The Body was assumed by the fandom to look somewhat like Harrow. post-NtN, we know that Harrow and Alecto looked *absolutley* nothing alike, and therfore these eyes are not fucking normal, they're weird enough that if you see them you automatically assume "8 ft tall Barbie Doll Alecto Woke Up" even when the body you are presented with is 5 foot nothing with black hair.

"Lipochrome... recessive" does not make sense even for the most basic understanding of genetics, which I am assuming is what is happening here - eye color genetics can get really complicated but colloquial understanding is that recessive genes present themselves when BOTH parents are carriers. John had gold eyes because Alecto chose him, but.... how would Wake be a carrier for what is basically Alecto's stigmata? it makes NO sense for Wake to be a carrier of the Alecto-specific, egg yolk kind of eyes

2. the emission

John and Alecto's souls are inherently linked. rather than being two seperate souls, they are more like two parts of continuous whole -- John hid himself in Alecto, and he hid Alecto in him. it's not even two puzzle pieces they are just layered over and continuous with each other

John, then, would very reasonable "pass on" a part of Alecto when he, ah. well. you know. blew a big load.

maybe the Holy Emission carried soul fragments, is what I'm saying

3. the two hander

Occam's razor posits that Gideon likes the two hander and is good at it because she is cool and buff and it was the option presented to her. BUT!!!

Nona instinctivly knows how to hold a two handed sword. Alecto has a greatsword with her in the tomb. Gideon uses a two hander. idk makes u think!!

#tlt meta #tlt thoughts #anyway THANKS FOR UR PATIENCE ANAON...#ANON*#its been 84 years since i got this ask #ask #anon #i love to speculate wildly

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ametrictonofaudacity · 1 year

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Bonds

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Trans Masc Autistic Reader

Hello! A bit of an authors note. This particular series will be dealing with transphobia, all of which stems from personal experience. Be advised when reading!

Warning: This is a yandere work, and as such, has themes of obsession , violence, stalking, conditioning and manipulation. Trigger warning for this particular one include the above warnings. They’re all pretty mild tbh.

Looking back on it, you knew there was nothing you could have done. That Dad Bruce had planned and pre-planned every meeting since your first interaction to draw you in, to learn more, before he had finally just taken you to the Manor. That there was absolutely nothing you could of done to outsmart the World’s Greatest Detective, who had become inexplicably obsessed with you, alongside all of his kids.

That didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t get rid of the guilt, or the frustration, or the fact you had been so close to doing what you wanted to do with your life. It didn’t help the ugly knot in your chest that would well up, tight and complex and full of emotion, and it didn’t help the bitter rage that would sit heavy in your belly some days.

You sigh, gently scratching behind Titus’ ear, and his tail thumps against the hardwood as he wiggles closer, nose snuffling for any treats. Finding none, he continues to preen under your petting and you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead with a smile.

“I had wondered where Titus had gone.” Damian comments, sitting next to you. Out of all of your “siblings”, Damian never really.. set of that anger in your chest. He was younger than you, still a child, and even though it sucked it made sense that he would follow in the behaviors others had set out for him. It made you sad, sometimes, but not angry.

“Me and him are just chilling. Isn’t that right, Titus?” He woofs softly at the sound of his name, and you laugh, scratching behind his ear again.

“You are going to spoil him, one of these days. I hope you know that.” Damian scolds, like he had a leg to stand on. You had seen him sneak the dog treats and snacks every now and then, something you were all explicitly banned from doing to prevent the dog from trying to get into the trash or on the countertops. “Are you watching Star Wars again?”

He sounded far too judgmental for your tastes, and you frown, reaching for the remote.

“I didn’t say to change it. Todd had simple remarked the other day that you watched it often.” He interjects, and you feel your shoulders unwind. You were.. defensive, of your interests, and it always upset you when someone mocked you for having them, no matter how much you wished it didn’t.

“Jason hardly knows how to mind his business half the time.” You grumble, then stretch. Damian slots into the seat beside you like he had been planning to all along, and you sigh tiredly. Despite the fact that you heavily suspected Damian was touch-starved to all hell, he would never outright ask for a hug, or go for one, instead slotting himself into a position where it would be very easy for you to hug or cuddle him.

Sometimes, it made you too sad not to. This time was one of those times.

You wrap an arm around your little brother Damian, letting him decide whether or not he actually wanted the affection. He sinks into your side easily, and you shift, eyes fixated on the screen.

You try not to wonder how much of his hesitance came from genuine trauma and how much came from the careful calculation he inherited from his father. It would only upset you.

You watch as the characters on the screen argue, the lines familiar enough that you mouth along, and the sky darkens outside, time passing in that strange, crawling way it did when you were totally relaxed and falling asleep. Part of you is glad Damian sought you out, the soft sounds of his breathing lulling you to sleep. Your eyes droop, and you sigh, letting your head fall back against the cushions.

“Awww.” The sound of a quiet coo makes you nearly jump up, arms tightening around Damian, and you only stiffen further when you see Dick leaning against the door, a broad grin on his features. He watches the two of you, Damian, who was no doubt awake, and yourself, and his eyes are sharp and piercing enough that your stomach turns.

“No one told me you’d come out of your room, baby bat.” He huffs, and moves toward you both on silent feet.

“Perhaps they simply wanted to spend time alone, Grayson.” Damian sniffs, but does nothing to prevent Dick from clambering onto the couch, wrapping an arm around you and Damian both. Despite not being even close to the youngest, Dick always treated you as a younger sibling, something that drove you insane and made rage bubble up whenever you thought of it too much.

“Nah. They’ll typically sneak off to the library if they want time alone.” He wasn’t wrong, per se, but the flippant way he says it makes you send him a tired glare. “What’re you watching?”

“Star Wars. The fifth one.”

“That’s the one with the Vader reveal, right? When he’s like “I am your father” and all that?” He questions, and you send him a tired glare.

“You’re older than me, how are you not more familiar with Star Wars.” You complain, and he laughs, settling further into the seat next to you. There was no escaping it now, unfortunately. You were stuck in the cuddle pile until he either let you go, the movie ended, or Alfred came to your rescue. Given that there was nearly an hour of movie left, you really hoped the third option would happen.

“Hey! I spent most of my childhood running around fighting crime, you don’t really get super into sci-fi after meeting actual aliens!” He defends, grinning.

“I feel like that would only increase the interest more, but okay.” You snort, and he laughs.

For the most part, the three of you are silent. Dick has a running commentary throughout the movie that you ignore, only pausing to correct him when he is simply just outright wrong, and Damian doesn’t say anything at all except to remark on how stupid the two of you were.

Then the scene on Cloud City comes on. The reveal.

It makes you.. uncomfortable, seeing how desperate Luke is to get away. It makes something tighten in your chest as you watch the screen, and Dick must realize because his eyes cut to you and suddenly the remote is in his hands, turning off the show.

“Not in the mood for all the dramatics.” He lies with an easy grin, even though you know that the reason he changed it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with you. “Let’s just sit and watch this, yeah?”

You weren’t even sure what show he had put on, and so you shake your head, pushing yourself up.

A strong arm pushes you back. Your heart starts hammering in your throat, an awful mix of anxiety and something else, and you glance over at Dick, trying not to think about the way Damian had eased back with a frown and how your fingers were wrapped tightly around Dick’s arm in alarm.

“Dick. Let me up, I have to use the restroom.” You lie, even as you hear your heartbeat thundering away in your ears. Dick was in a mood today, and you had no clue why or who had put him in that mood. Either way, it had your stomach churning and the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

“Yeah, no problem.” He lets you go easily, at that, and you slip away, trying to make it look like you weren’t running.

The door to your room shuts quietly behind you. The hinges are well-oiled and silent, another precaution they had taken when they had moved you in, so that you couldn’t hear them coming and going. For once, you’re grateful for their never ending paranoia. Now that you had picked up their silent hair, it made it easier for you to slip in and out of your room without detection.

You curl up on the bedspread, not bothering to go under the covers. You felt.. unwell. Hurt and angry and anxious. You felt confused and upset and a million other emotions you couldn’t name.

You had been bickering with Dick before the scene. Acting like siblings, behaving like a family. It was a harsh dose of reality in that no matter how much you cling to your anger, they were steadily working their way into your life, casting you in a role you had never wanted to play.

Or, actually, you had. You had wanted to be a part of their family, but not like this. You had wanted all of it, the loving father, the siblings, the unwavering support. But not at the cost of your freedom.

There’s a soft knock on your door, and you swallow. You hope it’s not Dick, because you didn’t feel like being yelled at and you didn’t feel like being guilt-tripped.

“Come in.” You croak, and the door opens with a whisper of air. Jason or Bruce, maybe? They were always careful to announce their presence when they were upset, although Cass also showed that same level of care when she comforted you.

The bed dips under their weight, and your body slides toward them, even when you don’t turn your head. Not Cass, she was too light. Bruce or Jason, then.

“Dick said you got upset, earlier.” A warm hand buries itself in your hair gently, and your lip trembles, even though you refuse to look at your Dad Bruce. He doesn’t demand that you do, thankfully. “Wanna tell me what you set you off?”

“What do you think?” You snap, teeth bared at nothing, and he continues stroking your hair, gently detangling the strands the best he can.

“I won’t know unless you tell me.” He comments neutrally, and you know that he’s playing you for a fool and it makes you so mad that you push yourself up, twisting around to face him.

“Really?! What have all of our conflicts been about so far, Bruce?” Your shoulders are hiked up. Angry. Defensive. You know you’re mad and you don’t care.

“(Y/N), I know you don’t understand just yet but it was for the best-“

“For you!! I didn’t get a choice, you didn’t give me a choice, and that’s the worst part!!” You shriek, and the bubbling anger that had been locked up and hidden away is finally escaping, in hot tears running down your face and your enraged shrieking. “I never had a choice! I just wanted- I wanted-!”

Sobs tear themselves from your throat, ugly and raw, and when his hand lands on your shoulder you shrug it off, pushing yourself away from him to stand on your own to feet.

The worst part is expression. Guilt and sympathy and sadness make an awful combination, and you grip the desk, rage pulsing in your veins. How dare he be sad when he did this. How dare he be sad when you were the one who had been ripped from your life.

“You wanted someone to take care of you, (Y/N). You needed help.” He says slowly, standing up. His posture is open, gentle, a non-threat. You aren’t fooled, and shuffle back.

“I had it under control! I was fine!” You snarl back, and he shakes his head, his face gentle.

“You didn’t. You weren’t sleeping, barely eating, you were constantly stressed because of your family… that’s not under control. It’s unhealthy.”

“And this is?! Ripping someone from their home, their family, because what-?! You wanted to? You’re awful! You’re selfish! I want to go home, take me home, let me go-!”

Warm arms wrap around you, pressing you into a broad chest, and you shriek against the fabric, trying your best to thrash. Despite being entirely human, his arms are like warm steel around you, unmoving, and eventually, your struggles cease, and you go still.

“I know what I did was selfish. I know it was cruel, (Y/N). But I just… I couldn’t bear losing another son. Your siblings, they can defend themselves. They have the training, the skills. But you were a civilian, struggling to stay alive and get through school, and I could only do so much to help you.”

His voice is thick, and you refuse to look up at him. He had the annoying habit of being painfully genuine when he knew it would rip your heart out.

He leans back, and begins to gently wipe your face, brushing the tears of your cheeks. Despite the screaming, he don’t look angry, but there’s a heavy, awful sorrow in his shoulders that makes you want to cry. Which makes more angry tears spill down your cheeks because how dare he make you feel guilty for upsetting him.

“I can’t lose another son.” He admits, voice cracking, and you swallow. Hearing him call you his son was.. it was a mixed bag. Old hurts and new ones creating something new. “And I knew, if I let it continue on, something terrible would have happened.”

“You could have asked me.” You croak, and he shakes his head.

“You wouldn’t have said yes. You had put everyone’s needs above your own, you would’ve self-destructed if I had left you there.”

The worst part was, he was right. You had been feeling so small and trapped that even if he had offered, you wouldn’t have accepted. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

“I know this isn’t fair. But you’ll get through this. And we’ll help you, every step of the way.” A gentle kiss to your forehead, as he smoothed back your hair, and he smiles down at you.

“Dinner is going to be in thirty minutes. Would you like to join me downstairs or stay up here until then?”

Your mouth is dry. Your face is red and teary and upset. Your eyes are puffy from crying.

You don’t want to be alone, either.

“I’ll come downstairs.” You whisper, and he smiles, kneeling to grab your weighted blanket. When you both sit on the couch, he ticks it around your shoulder, sits next to you, and puts on some show or another you don’t recognize.

He is warm and solid against you, and eventually you fall asleep, exhausted.

#yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere x reader #yandere platonic batfam #platonic yandere x reader #yandere batman #yandere dick Grayson

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ninadove · 2 years

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In defense of Huntlow

A love letter to Dana and the Owl Crew

Recently, I have been witnessing an increase in anti-Huntlow rhetoric on Tumblr, which I originally ignored, knowing how intense shipping wars can be.

Earlier today, however, I came across a very inflammatory post accusing Dana and the crew of bad - if not intentionally hurtful - writing for seemingly leaning towards making the ship canon.

As an ace, demiromantic lesbian who deeply cares about queer representation in media, I decided to share some thoughts on the matter, by addressing and hopefully debunking the main accusations I have seen out there.

I. A deliberate jab at the aspec community

Due to the dreadful lack of representation in mainstream media, many aspec viewers, myself included, headcanon Hunter as being somewhere on the spectrum.

Some erroneously believe that Hunter’s obvious crush on Willow invalidates this understanding of his character, and have even gone as far as to imply that the writing team deliberately deprived them of representation - ignoring the fact that Hunter’s arc was most likely fully fleshed out long before he was introduced to the fandom.

The thing is, we do get canon representation in the form of Lilith, who might be willing to boogy down to history town, but definitely isn’t willing to boogy down with you or anyone else for that matter. And let me tell you, she is *great* representation - a complex character who is in no way demonised or infantilised.

Additionally, and perhaps even more importantly, Hunter’s crush does *not* negate his belonging to the spectrum - key word here being *spectrum*. He might not fit the specific label you had in mind, but that’s alright - remember we come in all shapes and sizes!

II. Pushing a queer ship out of the spotlight

The argument here is that Huntlow has been distracting both the audience and the narrative itself from Lumity, an explicitely queer relationship that has been providing groundbreaking representation in the otherwise desperately heteronormative world of kids’ television.

I’ll be honest - I don’t really understand where this comes from. Huntlow might have been getting more fanart and fanfic lately due to the novelty factor, but in no way does this pose a credible threat to Lumity, which absolutely remains the main focus on the show as well as the most popular ship in the fandom ( in fact, most TOH artists seem to ship both pairings! ).

As of now, Huntlow is nothing more than a one-sided teenage crush, while Lumity has been getting in-depth development throughout season 2, culminating in their iconic kiss - I’m sure the team had to fight very hard for this scene to stay in, so let’s show some appreciation!

Interestingly, Raeda also benefited from the novelty factor when it was first introduced, and didn’t receive *nearly* as much backlash. The reason for this difference in treatment? Raeda is an explicitly queer ship.

And the thing is, in a series with so much representation, Huntlow might very well turn out to be as well ( cf point 1 ) ! There is a longstanding bias in the LGBTQIA community against « straight-passing » relationships and people who do not look « queer enough ». In all likeliness, we won’t get any confirmed labels for these two ( which is *fine* - they are kids! ), but it would be very interesting if the show actually took us down that road and forced us to confront our own biases.

( Also, people are allowed to be cishet. But that is not my point here. )

III. Underdevelopment and « bad writing »

As a RWBY veteran, I have grown used to Bumbleby-antis claiming the ship overtook the plot while paradoxically getting no development. This flawed logic seems to be repeated here, so let’s explore a couple of possibilities.

Personally, I would prefer Hunter and Willow’s relationship to stay as it is as of the end of season 2 - celebrating the important role first crushes can play in shaping one’s identity, even though they might never lead to any concrete romantic fulfillement. But, in the very likely occurrence that something *will* happen between these two, there is plenty of material to back them up.

A. Lumity parallels or the tomato syndrome

Some argue that Huntlow lacks development because all we’ve seen so far is one-sided blushing on Hunter’s part - completely overlooking the fact that this is exactly how Lumity started out!

The parallels do not stop there, however, as many excellent posts have pointed out. Both Amity and Hunter grew up in physically and emotionally abusive households, and connecting with their respective crushes helped them gain a new understanding of the world. In his « Captain », Hunter has found a person he can experience healthy admiration for, something that is also significant for Willow who has a history of being overlooked and underestimated.

In fact, one might even argue that Amity predicted Hunter’s crush - remember that one scene in Eclipse Lake? This is great foreshadowing!

B. Caleb parallels or the radical act of love

Now that we know more about Belos’ backstory, a key theme of the show is starting to emerge: love as a vector of rebellion, freedom and systemic change - a message that the LGBTQIA community as a whole is very familiar with.

While Hunter and the previous Golden Guards are all unique individuals with a mind and heart of their own, the fact that every single one of them ultimately chose to rebel against Belos is a strong sign that Caleb’s influence has persisted throughout the centuries. And what was Caleb’s biggest crime, exactly?

Falling in love with a witch.

The point here is not that Hunter is condemned to fall in love with a witch himself by virtue of being a clone with no agency of his own. It’s that Caleb’s hardships and bravery in the face of bigotry opened the door for him to proclaim his own independence through the radical act of embracing a form of love that the powers in place deem demonic and unnatural.

And what an amazing message to send out to a young audience.

IV. But… But the age gap is predatory!!!

I might be gay, but I can still do Maths. So let’s do just that.

Hunter is canonically 16. I don’t believe Willow’s age is ever outright stated in the series, but I assume she is around Luz’s age. Had it not been for Disney being, you know, Disney, our girl would have celebrated her quinceañera in season 3, so we can extrapolate that at this point in the story, Willow is around 15 as well.

That’s a one-year difference. Come on, guys.

Final thoughts: maybe stop being mad about everything all the time

Look guys, I get it, I really do. We have all been starving for queer content our entire lives, so when we finally get it, we expect it to match every single one of the expectations we’ve been desperately holding on for so long.

But the thing is, harassing a queer creator who is fighting tooth and nail to provide kids with life-changing ( and potentially life-saving ) representation is only going to hurt us further.

Use this energy to write fanfic, draw fanart, create a story that will inspire others the way this show does for so many of us. Campaign for more representation in media. Question your own biases and be a little kinder to one another.

And, most importantly - watch The Owl House!

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Any thoughts on AKI in SF6?

I haven't had a chance to play the game yet and I might do a more thorough look into the newcomers after I do sit through World Tour, but yeah I got some AKI thoughts. Holy shit what a design. Top 15-20 in the series, it is one hell of a different thing to watch it animated by the character's personality and moveset and vibe. We expected some FANG-isms, some Juri-isms, but certainly not that. We expected a cold, even generic assassin, not someone who merrily treats the penal code like a list of chores.

It was pretty funny seeing the reaction to her develop from "oh she's FANG's apprentice, okay I guess, not sure anyone was asking for that", to "is she the new Juri, she's got a really similar vibe", to "holy shit Juri's got NOTHING on her". In reaction to her popularity, SF6 had been doing a lot of great character work on Juri that, while making her much more developed and entertaining as a character (cringe failgirl Juri was such a revelation) and dramatically more interesting as a person, also really limits the extent to which she can be a straight-up villain anymore. Much like how FANG was designed to fill the void left by Sagat, AKI here crashed the scene to fill the void left by Juri, and so she gets to be not just completely 100% horrible (where as Juri is like, 70-80% horrible), but also SCARY in a way Juri never could be. She gets so, so much out of not being designed for sex appeal and coolness first and foremost, she's like the D'Vorah to Juri's Mileena.

She's a horrible, predatory character, and much like Marisa, I don't think she would have been allowed at all to exist the way she does had she debuted prior (you just know they would have not given her those sick ass pants or given her a different haircut or a cleavage window or something stupid like that). The development team for V repeteadly stated that there were ideas for a new assassin apprentice character related to Gen thrown around and that some of those made their way into FANG and Seth, and AKI is the end result of that very long refinement process. She's the resident freakshow character in the tradition started by Blanka and Dhalsim, and she's the outrageous over-the-top counterpoint to the more traditional martial arts like Chun-Li or even Jamie (much like Adon, or Necro). She's the understudy of the kung fu assassin villain, and in a way akin to Menat she's the young new apprentice of a prior character who acts as a stand-in for that character on the roster and driven to prove her worth before said character, while also being a modern do-over of said character.

(And for the record I actually like FANG quite a bit, a lot more than most of the other V characters. He played like garbage and his execution was lacking and couldn't make up for a terrible first impression in the fanbase, but the design and character and concept I thought were very solid and I'm glad AKI shows they didn't give up on it but took steps to improve on it, I'm glad to see him again in 6).

She breaks new ground for the series by leaning strongly into a horror wraith vibe no other character had before, and she's the Street Fighter equivalent to characters like Voldo, a horrible contortionist slasher villain who doesn't fight you so much as she just passionately and exquisitely butchers you while getting off on it. Her moves are incredible, superbly characterized, she feels vicious and oppressive to watch but still hits that note on FANG's where the playstyle is meant to be tricky but overspecialized and beatable at close range. And while she's designed to be a much more explicitly serious and deadly-looking character than FANG, they even give her goofy little flourishes like blowing bubbles shaped like FANG (and getting pissed if you pop them), his propensity for bird-like arms flapping, and an uncharacteristically childish victory dance akin to Chun-Li's.

She is as cadaverous as Juri is tempestuous, openly referring to herself as a ghost, and when she isn't losing her shit in contorting fits of laughter over success, she has a remarkably chill, upbeat disposition when spouting horrible things to the protagonist or fake poisoning them for laughs. She has an incredibly distinct personality more so than any especially developed inner life, and that's kinda the point: that she has wholly and completely sublimated herself to her role as FANG's tool, by choice and intent of her own, and that's part of why she's a real deal villain.

She was raised by him, she likes what he likes, she is obsessed with everything he is and has done and will do, hates everyone that isn't him, considers him her master and teacher and father and husband all in one, and her romantic fixation and love for him is meant to be deeply disturbing in every way imaginable (and only not a total dealbreaker for me because FANG in no way reciprocates or encourages it or is able to do so, even AKI understands as much), and that they may eventually have to kill each other doesn't deter her one bit.

Despite those surface similarities, there is quite a lot that sets AKI apart from Juri, chief of those being that Juri was victimized by Shadaloo and in response fashioned herself into an instrument of vengeance and turned monstrous as a result, where as AKI actively chose her life and chose being molded by someone else, running away from home and following FANG every step of the way without any regret. Even FANG himself had little choice in his own life, kidnapped as a child and forced to partake in horrible training under which every day could be his last, raised to value nothing but survival at all costs.

Perhaps this in itself is the strength that FANG saw in AKI, that she gets to choose and does so with far greater intent than even himself. That she's someone who could fully understand the horribleness of the Nguuhao methods and lifestyle and want for that and nothing else, to consciously partake in such grueling torture of mind and body and lovingly decide that she can't get enough of it.

And in itself this pairs interestingly with the very idea of giving FANG a dedicated protege sidekick, a character beat that the series has come back to again and again, and takes on an entirely different tone here. I think a lot of what makes AKI's obsession interesting to me in a way these usually aren't, is not just because it's creepy, but because it's ultimately sad and pathetic, and parallels FANG's own craven worship of Bison. It's such a great dynamic, a miserable cycle perpetuated by miserable people caught on the wrong side of that glorification of self-improvement, inner strength and the great heroes and masters who can pass it onto others that the series uses so frequently, and it makes AKI even greater as a character for it: because now we have a true dark mirror for the driving motivation of many of our characters. We have our fucked-up toxic counterpart to every Sakura, Mika, Menat, and Sean out there.

She sees him as he saw Bison and more, and the fact that she is much more threatening and overtly competent and scary than FANG is offset by the fact that worshipping Bison is a wholly different thing than worshipping, y'know, FANG. We comprehend, on some level, FANG's worship, because M.Bison is supposed to be, at minimum, a cool imposing megavillain we're meant to like on some level, which is certainly not true for FANG. SF6 has been very clear on that, that even though he's been given a much slicker outfit, and is keeping a low profile to plot from behind the scenes, this is still very much FANG, every bit the conniving, petty control freak from before.

AKI is a cool, hypercompetent death machine able to scare the pants off the main villain, and she labors desperately day and night, to the point of crying if she fails, to meet the approval of a ridiculous, pathetic man who, no matter how deceptively cunning or dangerous he may be, is only cool to her. Much of why I think FANG worked and was necessary in the first place was because he was designed around the vacuum left by the Four Kings and to contrast them, as what kind of man would it take to work himself ragged running Bison's schemes and being unfailingly loyal to him and Shadaloo, opposite Vega and Balrog's sporadic barely-there alliances and Sagat's outright betrayal. We needed an anti-Sagat, a proper bastard of a Number 2 to run the show in secret. And AKI adds a lot of poignancy to that in that she is much of what FANG can't be, even as she wants nothing more than to be like him.

It's one thing to have somebody who really looks up to and makes an effort to imitate the cool and impressive and heroic World Warriors, or someone influenced by imposing villains like Balrog or Sagat but ultimately decides to carve their own path. It's another thing entirely for maybe THE most obsessive protege character in the series, someone who actively has no identity outside of servitude to her master, to revolve around FANG, the dastardly bird man, who made his debut in a story by hunting down and melting an innocent woman, and grossly and animastically licking her ashen remains off his fingers. What kind of person would decide that this sickening, vile creep is deserving of worship and following until the ends of the Earth?

(art by @remy2fang)

Well, maybe the same kind of person who would consciously look at the likes of M.Bison in the first place, someone they intuitively understand "will reign death on all living beings", and upends their life on the spot towards becoming that man's eternal servant. Someone who seeks self-fulfillment through no other means than the pursuit of strength and knowledge as tools to subjugate others and appease their master. The darkest corruption of the master-student dynamic that defines so much of the series. You couldn't ask for anything more fitting, for the poison specialists.

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pynkgothicka · 9 months

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Synopsis - You visit your boyfriend the night he told you explicitly not to come. (Part 2 of the Monster Series)

Pairing - Dark! Yandere Werewolf Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Alex Wolff (Get it. Wolf. Please Laugh)

Tags and Warnings - Violence, Hints to Sex, Cannibalism??, Monsters, Transformations

Authors Note - Choosing exactly how I wanted to portray Tae took years off my life.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your boyfriends hands ran over your skin as he sucked hickies into your skin. You giggled at the ticklish feeling. You could hear him snickering into your neck.

“Why are you laughing?” He said coming up to look you directly in your eyes. This only made you laugh more. “Can't take a few kisses?”

“You know I'm ticklish!” You say smacking his shoulder jokingly. Taehyung laughed, his deep voice resounding in your small apartment.

“Why do you think I do it?”

“Because your weird.”

“Hey! That's not very nice now is it?” He replied turning away from you. You knew he was joking, but you still wrapped your arms around him, his chuckling being heard from next to you. He then turned back around to kiss your forehead sweetly, his arm rubbing at your side as you say in your bed together.

Then your attention shifted to the television seemingly mindlessly. “These mysterious maulings have only one connection. They appear on the night of full moons.” The female reporter said, meanwhile her male counterpart laughed.

“Looks like we have a werewolf on our hands dont we!”

“Werewolves aren't real, maybe a goblin!” Both reporters laugh it off before transitioning into talking about the weather.

Taehyung scoffed next to you, his eyes rolling. “Why are they joking about that shit?” His brows furrowed. You take his much larger hand in your own and kiss it. Taehyungs face shifted to one of fondness.

“Well, maybe they're trying to be lighthearted about it… either way it's still very wrong. But hey that has nothing to do with us.”

“Mhmm, of course. Now come on I really want to kiss you again.”

🐺

About a month passed after that and Taehyung grew distant for past few days. When you called him he picked up but sounded really stressed.

“Did I do something… to make you not want to be around me anymore?” You ask, sitting down on your couch in the living room of your apartment. Your best friend Alex sat next to you. He wanted to be there for you for support.

"No it wasn't you, it's all me. I just want some time alright?"

"A-Are you breaking up with me..."

“No! Of course not… I swear tomorrow night I can come visit you and everything. Just not tonight.” Taehyung said.

"Oh, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just that you're not usually like this. You have me worr-"

"I fucking told you I'm fine." With that Taehyung hung up. That's all it took for you to make the decision. You had to go visit him.

🐺

The sun set as you and Alex pulled into his small house's driveway.

"Stay in the car, I should be right back." You said getting out of the passenger side. You went under the door mat to find the spare key to let yourself back in. Almost immediately something was off.

It was quiet. Taehyung's house, whenever you called wasn't quiet. He told you he can't sit in silence in fact it unnerves him. So he usually lets Jazz music play throughout his home. Besides he usually hangs in his living room, doing crossword puzzles and sudokus. Maybe even playing a video game.

But he was no where in sight.

Something you did hear was the faint tussling of chains.

Following the noise led you to Taehyungs bedroom. You opened the door, revealing a jarring sight. Taehyung was only in his boxers and was chained to his radiator in his room. “Tae! Hold on let me get you out of those!” You said seeing a key lying next to his body. Taehyungs eyes kept going back to look at the setting sun and raising moon.

“No! Stay back!” He yelled at you, letting out andeep gutteral growl and groan. He hunched over, sweat pouring down his body. You followed his order, mainly out of fear. “I don't want to hurt you… I told you to stay the fuck away!”

“W-Whats wrong? You have to tell me what's wr-” You were quickly cut off by a sharp bone crushing noise. Taehyung let out a scream, his nails digging into the wooden floor beneath you. You watched in horror as your boyfriend's body bent out of shape, his bones snapping in a horror like fashion. His face contorted into one of a snout and fur spouted from his skin.

Oh god.

Your boyfriend was a werewolf.

He was THE werewolf.

The beast huffed in front of you, his golden eyes piercing into your soul. Seeing you made him almost roar to life, with a new found strength he broke free of the chains. You stood there in shock for a minute as the form kept huffing.

Then he lunged.

Thats what made you begin to run. His house was small and simple, yet you could see the signs. The walls were covered in scratch marks. In fact even the floor is. But you couldn't focus on that, you had to keep moving.

You made it out of the front door and closed it on him. You quickly head down the porch, seeing that Alex was still in the car. He looked in shock as you got in the passenger seat. “Alex turn the car on.”

“W-What why? What's wrong?!” He yells back at you his eyes stuck on the front door as it bangs against its frame.

“Listen to me. We have to fucking go!” You yelled back. Then just at that moment, Taehyung bursts through the door, the hinges falling off completely. He charges towards your car, his body slamming against the front glass. You and Alex scream as Alex fumbles with the keys, dropping them between the center and his seat. Taehyungs golden eyes make direct contact with Alex and he seems to lose it further growling and clawing to be let in.

“So he can't get us… right?” Alex says, jinxing it as the glass cracks.

“Get in the back seat!” You say jumping to the back and pulling down the drink holder to crawl into the trunk. You have Alex climb in first then you.

Then you hear it.

The bending of metal followed by shrill scream. You look back and see Alex's body being dragged out of the trunk and slammed to the ground. That should've instantly killed him, you knew that. So whenever you're grabbed you begin to freak out, but your not slammed to the ground. You knew some semblance of Taehyung was in him.

The way he looked at you as you cried and cowered away from him.

But the moment was seemingly ruined by Alex letting out a loud cough. “Get away… from her.” He said breathing heavy. Taehyung looked at him before setting you down on the nearby ground, licking your cheek. He grabbed the bumper from your car, pulling it off like it was nothing. He wrapped it over you to seemingly keep you down. You were forced to watch as Taehyung stalk towards your dying friend.

Now you could get a better view at how Taehyung moved. He was like a ordinary man, but with wolfish features. Anytime he walked with an intent he walked on all fours. Like right now. Alex began to crawl away, his head bleeding and nose broken. “C-Come on Tae. It's me. Alex… Alex Wolff. You know me man…”

Taehyung looked at him, you watched as his hand twitched in aggravation. “He never… liked you.” You were taken aback as he spoke. Most importantly how deep it was compared to Taehyungs voice. You let out a yell as Taehyung caught up to Alex and began to slash at him, mauling him with both hands and mouth. You cried out in fear, feeling almost immediately weak at the sight. Once hes done and Alex is for sure gone, nothing but a mangled mess in fact, Taehyung comes back to you. His fur was coated in fresh blood.

“Mate… You were always so... pretty…” The beast mumbles, snout moving in a weird way to get out the words. You cried as he swats away the bent metal to pick up your form again. He brings you back to the inside of his home and sits you down on his couch. You keep your eyes on him, widen in fear at the possibility of his next move. He could kill you if he really wanted too.

But he doesn't. In fact he just lays down on couch resting his head in your lap. He licks at your hand “We love you. Do you still love us…”

You feel yourself choke on a few tears. “…yes…” The sad part is you weren't lying.

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thefirstlioveyou · 3 months

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i think the one of the many reasons why mike’s monologue to will in s2 is more believable/genuine than the one to el in s4 is because he doesn’t paint out meeting will as something meant to be, or love at first sight, or destiny.

we would never really know who wrote the tweet where the st writers say they do not believe in love at first sight, it could’ve been anyone since apparently sometimes it’s not even the writers tweeting, if im correct? but, it’s still important to include anyway because the writing shows it still.

mike explicitly admits to will that meeting el was not destiny or fate, but pure dumb luck. in other words, there was no higher power driving them to be together no matter where they were in the world. it was just by chance. he then goes on to say that he only brought her in the house because she just needed someone, not that he magically fell in love - which is what he later contradicts by saying that he had immediately loved her in that moment. he lied. in s1, his first words when he sees el for the first time are quite literally, “it’s not will.” he initially planned to send her to an asylum after finding will.

that, plus the writer account saying they do not believe in love at first sight, shows that mike’s monologue to el in s4 is a load of bs.

mike’s monologue to will in s2 does the exact opposite, which is why it’s more believable.

not only does he not have to say ‘i love you’ to say ‘i love you,’ but in this scene, he does not give the universe credit for meeting will. there was no ‘destiny’ involved; he just happened to see will just as alone as he was and they bonded over it. mike emphasizes that it was his concious choice to approach and ask will to be his friend. he quite literally ends the monologue by saying, “it was the best thing i’ve ever done.” he gives himself the credit.

it was the best thing he ever done because of the life he’s lived with will. he did not know in that moment he met will that it was going to be best thing he’d ever done, he didn’t know how much he’d love him, he didn’t know the chaos that’d eventually come. all he knew was that he finally had a friend, and that’s what makes it so genuine and pure. the love grew naturally.

there was no love at first sight, because the writers do not believe in that, nor does the writing itself. jopper was not love at first sight, their love took time. lumax was something that both didn’t expect. jancy was something both didn’t expect either, one already being in a relationship and simply sharing her condolences and the other a rejected loner with set opinions on others.

the only one that didn’t follow this formula was mike and eleven. mike didn’t consider el in a romantic way at all until lucas told him that he should “just marry her already.” (ep2 or 3, i forgot). it was reallyyy early on. there was nothing natural compared to the others. mike felt he had to just because she is a girl and his friends said so.

i mean look at the face he makes right before he even kisses her the first time (after comparing her to family):

el sees mike as her caretaker in s1. mike is the first to provide any real care and shelter. but, she’s traumatized. she clings and follows on to the first person to show her real care. i don’t even think she saw him in a romantic way either until he kissed her. because she sees him as a caretaker, she follows through with it like she has to. now i do think there was some sort of eventual romantic feelings for mike on el’s side later in the series, but it’s not a healthy type. it’s a very skewed perspective due to trauma.

the only other relationship that does follow the same formula is mike and will.

they are endgame.

gootbye 🫶

#im too eepy for a proper ending paragraph im sorry 😭#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #anti mlvn #anti mileven #my analysis

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snowrea0 · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel theory

!MINOR SPOILER WARNING FOR EPISODE 1!

I haven't seen anyone else talk about it so now I will.

My theory is that Vaggie may have accidentally sold her soul to Alastor in episode 1.

When they're both in the room where Vaggie is looking at the footage she recorded, Alastor explicitly asks her to make a deal where he would make a commercial for the hotel if he never has be bothered with stuff like that again.

Now, he claims that it wasn't for a soul but can we really trust a demon such as Alastor? He knew Vaggie would not give up her soul that easily, as she isn't an idiot.

I think Alastor lured her into a false sense of security, claiming it wasn't for her soul while also putting pressure on her about 'Charlie coming back to absolutely nothing'.

I think she sealed the deal, without knowing, when she placed the camera she was holding into his hand, in place of the more conventional handshake.

This is very reminiscent of the imagery from the deal Alastor proposed to Charlie in the pilot, which is still canon to the series.

In the pilot he didn't state the deal was for Charlie's soul either, but it is heavily implied.

So in conclusion, Alastor is very shady and deceptive when it comes to his deals, probably one of the practices that got him to be a top overlord.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #alastor #vaggie #alastor hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #theory #hazbin hotel deal #charlie #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel episode 1

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gffa · 9 months

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JUST ABSOLUTELY LOST MY GODDAMNED MIND ABOUT ALL OF THIS. For one, it's a little stunning to see it so clearly confirmed that Tim had romantic feelings for Conner, that the series may not have said it in those specific words, but that is very much exactly what was being said here. When I first read through this, I wondered if they were trying to walk a fine line of, well, we can't just say that Robin was in love with Superboy, but you can make it clear through context, but there's something else interesting going on here--that Tim doesn't say much of anything directly to Conner himself. Bart and Cassie both seem to know more than Conner does, they both seem to get Tim to open up to them a little bit more than Conner does. He doesn't want to talk about what "phase" he's going through when Conner's there, he doesn't actually say, "I was in love with you!" when they have their big fight, despite that even Bart's like, "You two only care about each other!", despite that it's very directly clear that Tim knows what he felt back then and why he kissed Cassie. There's a bunch of things going on in this series (the trauma that these kids are still dealing with, Cassie's issues with the team, Bart feeling like he's treated as nothing but comedic relief, the villain trying to put them all back in the boxes they were in during that time, despite not understanding who they really were, the meta commentary on how fans hate new characters/heroes and praise the old days, etc.) but specifically, Kon's trauma at having died and feeling like it didn't matter, everyone just sort of moved on and he doesn't really know where to go from here, versus Tim's still digging himself out of the absolute wreck that Conner's death left him with, that it genuinely destroyed him, that he felt dead without Conner, but that he became who he was today because of how all of them affected each other, that thinking of Conner brought him back, too. But he never says it explicitly to Conner. He never says, "I was in love with you." He won't even say that he's dating a guy now, he just slides right past that, when Conner's in the room. Conner does seem to pick up on that by the end--when the various new characters are shown by the villain, Tim sees Bernard and says his name, there's a moment where Kon just looks at him and seems to understand, but it feels very much like, ohhhhh, Tim's feelings for Conner aren't necessarily over. Yeah, he's dating someone else, someone he genuinely loves, but if he can't even say the direct words to Conner, if he can't even say that he's dating a guy to Conner, that makes me really think Tim's feelings aren't as resolved as he might try to project. His emotional climax in this series is still about how Conner shaped the course of his life, his heart and his soul, that the series shows the sheer amount of history and impact they've had on each other--not always wholly good, as Bart points out that they get so wrapped up in each other, to the exclusion of the others, but that's just more fodder for the tremendous scope of their effect on each other--I just kept thinking, man, this is the kind of epic relationship fodder that I would expect from a pairing like Lois and Clark or something! Not just that feelings were there, but that those feelings entirely changed how the characters' hearts reacted. It's still kind of a novelty to get any kind of confirmation that Tim was in love with Conner, that there's hints those feelings aren't gone, but also just how big their dynamic really is and how they really do feel like one of those supercouples that have an epic story to tell.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #tim drake #conner kent #timkon #dark crisis: young justice #long post

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pascalscoffin · 4 months

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Muñequita pt. III

Full Pedro Masterlist

Series Masterlist

It’s a series now…

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Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: vaginal fingering; brief dry humping; oral (m and f receiving); Javi has a filthy mouth; Cum sharing/eating; Javi calls your pussy "she" (Yes this is gonna happen a lot in prob a lot of fics- i just think its hot okay bye). No piv cause they’re responsible this time. It’s date night bitchessss. Alcohol consumption (some wine). Javi being his usual flirtatious self. Guess what they go dancing again. Javi actually knows how to dance (like tango and shit cause his mama. I however do not know how to dance I just like watching people dance okay goodbye). Javi being an absolute fucking gentleman.

Again, super long

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Date night with Javier came faster than you thought it would, the next two days practically flying by with Valeria in school for most of the day, allowing you to relax and actually clean the house, and then spent the rest of your time obsessing over your date with Javi.

At about three o’clock, four hours before your date, you were sitting in the salon chair getting your hair washed and done up. Your nerves had your leg shaking and you had to keep reminding yourself to stop it so your hair wouldn’t come out janky.

When your hair was done you paid and then rushed home, letting Valeria sit in the bathroom while you got ready, even putting a little lipgloss on her when she asked you to. “Where are you going?” She asked curiously.

“Papá is taking me out on a date.” Valeria gasped loudly. “You didn’t tell me?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” You laughed softly. “You have to tell me next time, mami!” “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you next time.” You shook your head fondly. “You would probably know if you weren’t so obsessed with Elmo.” She groaned. “But you said not to listen to grown up stuff!” You pursed your lips a little. She had you there. “You’re a very good listener, Valeria.” You kissed the top of her head. “Now, papá will be here in… half an hour. How many minutes is that?”

“Thirty!” Valeria threw her hands up as she shouted the number, making you smile. “Muy bien. Una muñequita tan lista.” Very good. Such a smart little doll You said happily, walking out of the bathroom with her, subconsciously straightening and fiddling with the hem of it.

You were so nervous you hadn’t been able to eat anything all day, your stomach twisting itself into knots and flipping upside down and inside out. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, Javi liked you, you knew that, and he loved Valeria.

But even still, the what ifs started to plague your brain. What if he says something funny and drink comes shooting out of your nose all over him? What if he just finds your laugh annoying? (Absolutely ridiculous because he’d explicitly told you the night you met that he absolutely adored it) what if the date goes astronomically well and then just as you’re about to seal the deal, clothes strewn, he decides he doesn’t like your body post-baby?

You have cellulite now, stretch marks across your stomach and the insides of your thighs, the tightly pulled skin more sensitive than all those years ago. What if he decides he prefers women with smoother skin, unbothered by blemishes?

“¿Mami? ¿Qué te pasa?” Mommy? What’s wrong? Valeria tugged on your hand and you looked down at her. “Nothing. I’m fine, sweetheart.” You kissed her cheek and went to sit down with her, or more to let her sit while you stayed standing, not wanting to crease your dress before Javi saw it in all its original glory. After a moment you heard Valeria’s little voice speak up.

“You look pretty, mommy.” You looked over at her and smiled softly, stopping your pacing to go over to her. “Thank you, Valeria.” You sighed and finally sat down. “I’m nervous.” You told her, laughing lightly.

“Why?” You opened your mouth and then closed it, humming. “… I’m just worried he won’t… like me like he did.” Valeria didn’t seem to understand, frowning deeply and shaking her head. “But… he asked you on a date.” You bit your lip. Leave it to a five year old to inadvertently tell you to get your head out of your ass.

“That’s… true.” You laughed. “I’m sorry, Muñequita. It’s adult stuff.” Valeria looked at you funny but dropped it and looked back at the tv, leaning into you now that you were sitting down.

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When a knock finally came Valeria perked up and bolted to the door, peering through one of the side windows to make sure it was Javi before yanking the door open excitedly, just barely able to reach the handle. “Daddy!” She squealed, throwing herself into his legs as Javier laughed, overjoyed that Valeria was still so excited to see him.

“Valeria!” He gushed, reaching down to pick her up with one arm, the other holding flowers. “You look handsome, daddy.” Valeria giggled and played with Javi’s tie, when she saw the flowers, though she gasped loudly before he could respond.

“Are those for mommy?” She whispered as you came around the corner. Javier grinned and nodded. “They are for mommy.” He looked over when he heard your footsteps and his smile slipped but was replaced instead with a shocked expression, his eyes running over your frame as he gently set Valeria down. “Hey.” He said softly.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you shifted. “Hey.” You smiled softly. “Mommy! Daddy got you flowers, look!” Valeria pointed to the flowers as she bounced. “They’re so pretty!” Your eyes fell to the flowers as Javier held them out to you.

“Oh- Javi you didn’t have to get-“ “what kinda dad would I be if I didn’t show Valeria how a man is supposed to treat her on a date?” Javi raised a brow and you couldn’t help but laugh as you took them. “Besides… hard workin’ mama like yourself needs some pretty flowers.” You felt your cheeks warm up as you smiled and brought the flowers up to sniff. “… thank you. I’m gonna put them in water and uh… then we have to run Valeria to Mrs. Sanders’ and then we can go.” You laughed softly.

Javi nodded and followed you inside while you put the flowers in water and made sure you had everything you needed, mumbling to yourself. Keys, purse, phone, Valeria and Javi-you pointed towards where they stood by the door-and my brain. “Okay let’s go.”

Javi looked down at Valeria with a does-she-always-do-this kinda face, to which Valeria responded with a simple nod. You stopped in front of them and put your hands on your hips, clearing your throat. When they looked at you, you saw two identical puppy eyed what faces, causing you to shake your head. “Come on, Mrs. Sanders is waiting.”

“Mommy she told you to call her Sandy.” Valeria put her tiny hands on her tiny hips and raised a brow at her. “Okay, Miss sassafras.” “Miss sassafras?” Javi looked at you curiously and you shrugged. “Something my grandma used to say when I got sassy.” You looked back at Valeria, missing the way he smiled and gazed at the two of you, like you were his whole world.

Javi held Valeria on your short walk across yards, even though you’d told both of them she was more than capable of doing it alone. They both had the same excuse it’s dark out! They just met and they were already two peas in a pod. Your actual womb was practically bursting at the sight of them connecting so quickly.

As you stepped onto the porch and knocked, Javi looked around and then at you. “I know why your neighborhood seems familiar now.” “Oh, really?” Before he could answer the door swung open and there was a loud squeal.

“¡Javier! ¡Qué alegría verte! Bienvenido a casa, ¡mira qué guapo te has puesto!” Javier! Oh it’s so good to see you! Welcome home, look how handsome you’ve gotten! Sandy pulled Javi and, by association, Valeria into a bone crushing hug. “¡Adelante, adelante! No te entretendré mucho, pero necesito verte a la luz, Dios mío.” Come in, come in! I won’t keep you long but I need to see you in the light, my goodness She ushered the three of you in. “My gosh. How have you been, Javi?”

You stepped into her living room, Javi sitting Valeria on the couch and smiling at Sandy. “I’m good, Sandy. How’ve you been?” “Oh I’ve been okay. Much better now that I have y/n and Valeria to keep me company.” Javi grinned and looked at you, absolutely charmed that you kept his tia-by-association company in her old age. “They’re good company to keep, no?” Javi’s cheeks turned just a flash pink before he was nodding in agreement. “They are.”

You felt your own face warm up and Sandy laughed softly. “Okay, you two go on now. You and I can catch up another time. You have reservations to get to. Off you go.” Sandy was practically shoving you out the door now. “Jeez, where’s the love?”

“It’s there. Feel it. Embrace it. Now share it. Goodnight I will see you tomorrow. Valeria say goodbye to mommy and daddy!” “¡Adiós mamá! ¡Adiós papá!” Goodbye, mommy! Goodbye, daddy! Valeria yelled, occupied with her cookies and tv.

“That’s all we’re getting.” You laughed, the two of you calling goodbye back to her before going to Javi’s truck. Javi, of course opened your door for you and even took your hand to help stabilize you while you got into his truck.

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About twenty-five minutes later after a fifteen minute drive and a ten minute wait, you were seated at your table, Javier looking over the wine list. “This place doesn’t have beer but I remember you saying you liked red, and they have good reds.” You felt your cheeks warm up, remembering momentarily mentioning, six years ago mind you, that you preferred red wine over most alcohol drinks, joking that it made you feel fancy but it also just didn’t upset your stomach quite as much as other kinds did.

“You remember that?” You asked curiously. He looked up over the top of the menu and pursed his lips a bit before he nodded. “Yeah.” He said softly, shrugging. “… I remember a lot of the stuff we talked about.” He smiled softly. You smiled shyly and looked down. “I do, too.” You said softly and he nodded, reaching across the table slowly. “I’m glad you agreed to this.” He gently took your hand and you laughed softly as you laced your fingers with his. “Me too.”

“I know I’ve said it four times since we got in my truck but you really look good tonight.” You laughed softly and looked down as your face warmed up. “Thank you, Javi. So do you. I like that tie.”

Javier looked down at his tie and grinned. “Yeah? Thanks, Christmas gift from my dad.” He muttered, his smile dropping a little as he remembered all the Christmases he’d missed and felt the guilt build in his stomach as you reached across the table, taking his hand in yours.

“Jav… it’s not your fault, okay?” You said softly, squeezing his hand. “It’s mine. I should’ve told you.” You chewed on your lip. “Her birthday is in a few months, though. You can make it up to her then. Besides… she understands why she never got presents from you, you were busy. Fighting the Chicos malos, remember?” Javier chuckled softly and shook his head.

“… she really thinks I’m some kinda hero.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, like he was testing the words, getting a feel for them. “Cause you are, Javi.” You rolled your eyes. “Maybe not by traditional standards, but you are a type of hero. Especially to her.” You said softly. “You can’t freak out every time she says it. Otherwise you’ll be in a constant state of freaked the fuck out.”

Javier actually laughed this time, boisterously, and the sight made you smile, laughing with him as he nodded. “Fine. Fine. I’ll stop.” He sighed and looked down at the wine menu again. “Alright… I think I know which one we’re gonna get. You can get whatever you want to eat, Querida. Don’t worry about the price.”

You wondered briefly why he said that- and then you looked at the menu and choked on your own spit. “Jesus- Javi this is-“ “if you say this is too much I’m gonna shove a breadstick in your mouth.” Javi picked up a breadstick and pointed it at you, his eyes locked onto his own food menu. “You birthed my child by yourself five years ago. The least I can do is buy you an expensive dinner.”

You closed your mouth and pouted a little before nodding. “Okay.” You sighed softly and looked through the menu, finding yourself subconsciously looking at the cheaper things on the menu before wandering over towards the higher priced items, deciding to go with the lowest priced thing from the more expensive items.

After the waiter came and took your orders, he poured you both a glass of the wine Javi before leaving the bottle there in a bucket of ice, and then walking away to take other orders. You and Javi talked about the wine, you knowing more about what to say since Javi was more of a liquor or beer man.

“… how long was it? Your labor?” He asked softly after a few minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence. “Oh god.” You laughed softly. “Um… 26 hours.” His eyes got wide. “26-?!” He looked around when a bunch of old people looked at him and you smiled awkwardly and waved shyly. “26 hours?” He whisper-shouted, leaning across the table.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “That’s an entire day plus two hours.” “Last time I checked.” “Fuck..” you laughed softly. “How the hell did you look so good in that picture?” You blinked a couple times and raised a brow. “Good? Javi- I’m covered in sweat, afterbirth, tears. I look like I just lost a fight with a UFC fighter.”

Javier started shaking his head. “You look fucking gorgeous in that photo.” “You’re actually psychotic, I’m afraid. I look like a troll guarding a bridge.” “Don’t talk about the mother of my child that way.” Javi tore a piece of breadstick off and chucked it at you, his eyebrows lifting when it fell right into your dress.

You looked down at your chest and then up at him and the two of you started laughing. “Great. Now it’s gotta stay in there.” You shook your head. “Sorry.” “Are you?” “…. Not really. That was funny.” You were still laughing about it when the waiter came back with your food, offering you both a polite smile as he announced each meal as he sat the plates down, turning them as he did so like he was showing off the food, you returned the smile and thanked him, your stomach growling louder than you wanted it to at the sight of the food.

You looked up and saw the waiter and Javier looking at you with cheeky looks. You looked between them. “I eat Dino nuggets and tater tots three times a week- any other time is spaghetti or white people tacos, okay? I’m stuck on the diet of a toddler. This food looks like heaven on a plate.”

The two of them chuckled and the waiter bid his goodbye before scampering off to do his job, sparing one last look at the two of you- you were a cute couple, usually he hated his customers but you two were just too cute to have any hate towards.

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“Dessert?” You looked up from your now empty plate towards Javier with wide eyes. “Huh?” “Do you want dessert?” Javier chuckled. “Oh god… oh my god yes.” You reached across the table, your eyes glossy and begging. “I can have the whole thing to myself?”

“Of course you can.” Javier laughed and you groaned happily. “Oh my god this is the best night of my life.” You shook your head. “I have to share everything with Valeria. Believe me I love her and I love sharing with her but… sometimes I want to eat a whole sundae by myself- or actually get to eat the ice cream I ordered because she decided to be adventurous and then decided she didn’t want the one she had- halfway through eating it so we were too far to turn around.”

“Wow.” “Sorry- I’m not trying to scare you away.” Javier shook his head frantically. “You’re not. It’s obvious you love her. I love spending time with her, and honestly I’d give her whatever the fuck she wanted from me.” You laughed and nodded. “Those big brown eyes certainly have that effect. I’m glad she got your eyes.” “I’m just glad she didn’t get my nose.” You laughed harder and shook your head. “Stop, Javi. I like your nose.”

Javi scrunched his face and shook his head. “It’s just a nose, Querida. Nothing to like about it.” You felt your cheeks warm up a little, thinking of a few things to like about it. Javier seemed to notice because a slow smirk stretched across his face. “Bonito.” Cute. He teased as you shook your head. “Shut up and eat your dessert.”

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You were back in his truck now, looking around curiously as the scenery turned from familiar to unfamiliar. “Where are we going?” You looked over at Javier curiously, brows furrowed.

He chuckled softly. “It’s a surprise.” You raised a brow. “A surprise?” He nodded. “Yes. A surprise.” He looked over at you and grinned. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll like it.” He winked and you shook your head, cheeks warming as you looked out the window.

Soon enough he pulled up outside- “Javi, is this a dance studio?” You looked up at the building, which adorned a giant sign with ballerina feet. “You’ve cracked another case, Sherlock.” Javier chuckled and got out, jogging over to your side to open the door.

“Why are we at a dance studio?” You asked as he helped you out. “They hold classes once a week.” His cheeks flushed as you looked at him. “… so that’s why you chose today.” He shrugged. “You liked La Bachata… so I thought maybe you’d like to try tango or something.” Your cheeks got hot as you shifted shyly. “Javi… that’s sweet.” You couldn’t think of what else to say. Sweet was the only word your brain could muster.

Javi chuckled and nodded. “Come on.” He took your hand and guided you to the door, opening it to let you in first. Once you got inside you found what room the class was in and felt your nerves start to scratch at your skin the closer you got to the door.

“You won’t laugh if I suck, right?” Javi laughed softly and shook his head. “Of course I won’t laugh, Hermosa.” He kissed your cheek gently. “I’ll help you. Been dancin’ since I was a niño pequeño.” Little boy. That made you even more nervous. Great. Now you were going to make a fool in front of Javi, who’s been doing this shit since he was in fucking diapers.

"Oh, great. That makes me feel so much better." You shook your head with a soft laugh and chewed on your lip. "Okay, let's go." You smiled and he nodded happily. "You'll have a good time. I promise." "I better." You teased. You knew the chances of you not having a good time were slim to none, you enjoyed being around Javi, it didn't really matter what you were doing.

When you walked into the room you were relieved to see some of the people already there seemed just as nervous as you felt, so you could relax a bit, comforted by the notion of not being the only inexperienced one seconds away from having a massive coronary.

The instructors, thankfully, were extremely nice, even if their Latin beauty made you hate them because who shimmers in florescent fucking lighting? You'd bet your whole salary that she didn't have a single stretch mark or cellulite dent.

When they had all the couples spread out across the dance floor they circled around the room, straightening posture and getting everyone into the right positions and stances. When the woman got to you, her skin golden, arms slender as she set them on her waist and tsked her tongue at you and Javier, you felt judged but not derogatorily so, more so like she was expecting something... more from the two of you, like she could feel the tensions radiating off of you..

"No, no, no. Esto no va a hacer." No, no, no. This will not do. She put her hands on your backs. "Too much space, get closer." She nudged the two of you closer and nodded when your chests bumped together. "Perfect." She smirked, gave you a little wink, and then spun on her heel and made her way back to her husband, an equally attractive Latin man with lighter skin, but his hair just as dark and eyes just as sultry as his wife's.

You watched her go and looked up at Javier curiously, your face burning. “Javi- I don’t have the coordination for this.” “Nonsense.” Javier shook his head. “You’ll do great, besides, look at the rest of these goofballs. None of them have a sexy Latin to keep them on their feet.” You shook your head at him, laughing softly. “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” Javier shrugged a little. "For you." He added with a wink.

You and the other students watched the instructors, moving with them as they showed each move a couple times, before letting the couples practice while just focusing on themselves.

Javier was good, of course he was, he practically came out the womb doing this shit. Because you had a partner that knew all the steps already, it was easy for you to get a grasp on the dance and soon enough you and Javier were moving around the floor gracefully.

You weren’t quite as confident in your moves as Javier was, which means you didn’t quite put your all into it, but the longer you danced, the more you felt Javier’s hands on your waist or sliding over your arms. You felt yourself fall further into the dance, moving more freely and less stiff.

When Javi spun you out without much of a warning you yelped, his grip on your hand kept you from spinning away completely, though. When he brought you back to his chest it was just as abrupt but not out of beat or clumsy, you let out a gasp as his free arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you tight against his chest, and then dipped you down in one fluid motion, letting go of your hand in favor of grabbing onto your thigh.

His arm around your waist, his fingers digging into your thigh, they were driving you crazy, the skin practically on fire under his calloused fingers, the digits twitching near the hem of your dress, like he wanted to push his hand up higher.

Your face and neck burned as he grinned and kissed you, slowly bringing you up, you heard clapping around you. Nothing crazy, just soft respectful claps as you shook your head. “Javi-“ “you did fantastic.” Javi chuckled and held your chin between his fingers. “Just like I thought. Practically a natural.” You shook your head again with a soft laugh. "Javi..." you repeated.

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When the class was over, the instructors stood by the door to tell everyone goodnight and to invite them back the next week.

You and Javi were closer on the way back to his truck, his arm around your waist as he opened your door for you. You kissed his cheek before getting into the truck, you knew the date would be over soon, Javi would take you home and since Valeria was staying the night with Sandy, you’d be alone and left to do house work until you got tired.

"Sorry i kissed you like that around all those people." He chuckled once he got in the driver's side. "I've been wantin' to kiss you all night, you look fucking fantastic in that dress." He started the truck as he turned his head towards you. You smiled and shook your head, reaching out to hold one of his hands while he drove. "Believe me- it was more than okay." You laughed softly.

"I've really missed you, Javi. I'm comfortable around you, even then, even now." You squeezed his hand and saw a soft smile stretch across his face. "i wanted to call, or write but I... I was just so scared and I.. I didn't want to distract you over there... I knew it was dangerous there and I didn't want you to get hurt because you found out I kept her from you."

Javi got a soft forwn on his face as he started shaking his head. "I understand, Querida. Don't feel bad. I wasn't ready to be a dad- mentally or.. physically. I wasn't a good man over there. I'm not convinced I am one over here but... I want to try. For you and her."

You smiled softly and squeezed his hand tightly. "We would love that, Javi. We really would." You said softly, leaning over to press another kiss to his cheek. He smiled and leaned into it as he nodded. "Good. I don't know what I would do if you told me you didn't want me in your lives."

You shook your head. "I'd never say that- for one I'm pretty sure Valeria would probably smother me in my sleep- if the guilt didn't kill me first." Javi chuckled and chewed on his lip. "I'm glad she likes me so much." "Likes you? Javi she's been in love with you since she was old enough to know you existed." You laughed softly.

"She used to... beg me to tell stories about you. About us..." You looked down with a small frown. "I never had much to tell her. But I made sure she knew it was my fault you weren't around. She's never had any ill-will towards you, no malice, nothing. I told her how... easy it was to be around you, though, how comfortable I was.. and she knows we weren't.. together. She doesn't understand how that works but she knows no one left or gave up." You said softly. "She... gets a little sad seeing all the other little girls with their daddies, sometimes she would.. get mad at me for it, for not telling you." Javi furrowed his brows and you shook your head. "I preferred it that way- her being mad at me instead of you." You shrugged and smiled softly at him.

"We don't have to worry about that anymore, though. You're here now, you know, and you're not running in the other direction. She loves you, you're absolutely smitten with her. All we have to focus on now is the future." Javi nodded in agreement, looking at you occasionally as he drove. He could tell you felt bad, guilty, about not saying anything to him sooner, and he hated that you felt that way.

The rest of the drive was quiet, comfortable, but still quiet. When he pulled into your driveway you took a deep breath and looked at him. "Do you... maybe wanna come in? For some wine or.. or something?" You didn't have to do anything, you weren't planning to anyway. You didn't have condoms inside, you weren't on birth control. Those were things you hadn't needed for six years, and as much as you would love to take Javi into your bedroom and let him fill you with another baby- doing something like that now would be incredibly.. dumb and premature.

Javi smiled at your offer and turned his truck off. "I would love to." He said softly before getting out and jogging over to your side, pulling open your door and taking your hand to help you out the same way he'd helped you in earlier- a quick peek over his shoulder shows Sandy peering out her window with a smirk before she disappeared.

You shook your head a little and headed to the door with Javi, opening it and stepping inside.

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Truly, you had to be an idiot to think you could be alone, in a private setting with Javi, and not want him in or on top of you. Add wine and one of your CDs to the mix and you're truly, truly fucked.

It had started simple enough, Javi stayed in the living room while you went into the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of red you've had opened since he left that first night. When you'd come back you'd found him standing near your stereo, loosening his tie a bit as he looked at your collection. Both of your shoes were sitting neatly by the door in the cubby you'd bought after Valeria started walking, wanting somewhere for her to put her shoes when she took them off. The sight had your chest warming.

"... you can put one in if you want." He looked good, the lighting of your house was brighter than the restuarant but softer than the dance studio, making his skin look tanner and more touchable, you had to look away to compose yourself. "Yeah?" Javi looked at you and then back at the CDs. "Any particular one you feel like hearing?" You hummed, slowly shaking your head as you filled the glasses about halfway before setting the bottle down. "Not really, whatever you wanna listen to."

It took him a minute, but soon you heard the disc tray slide out, a cd drop on it, and then the sound of it sliding back in before the music started.

A soft smile pulled at your lips as the sound of 'Big Love' by Fleetwood Mac started to fill your ears. Your favorite. You picked up the glasses and carried them over to Javi, extending one out to him. "How'd you know this was my favorite album?" Javi chuckled and picked up the worn out case. "Intuition." He teased.

You'd showed him around a little, your house was ground floor so there were no basements or attics or upstairs to venture towards, and since he'd already seen Valeria's bedroom, and your bathroom there wasn't much else to show him, besides your bedroom, but that felt like it held an implication, a duty, so you avoided it and led him back to the couch.

It was inevitable, really, that you would end up here, Javi's lips molding against yours as your tongues pressed and twisted together as the sound of 'Everywhere' filled the house. If your mouth wasn't so occupied you probably would've laughed at how accurately it described how you'd felt about Javi since having him back.

You were perched on his lap at this point, your hips rocking together languidly. His hands were gripping your dress, bunching it up at your waist tightly, ruining that pristine perfection you'd been so worried about earlier, likely bruising your hips- except now you couldn't care about the possible bruising or the crinkles in your dress. How could you? Javi was panting into your mouth, letting out deep, quiet moans with every synchronized grind of your hips, your sounds mixing together with Stevie Nicks' voice. You'd be a fool to care about crinkling a dress when this was happening.

"You gonna show me your bedroom?" He mumbled softly and the sentence had your stomach fluttering like a teenager. "I don't have condoms." You rushed out quickly, swallowing thickly as he raised a brow. "Me neither.. obviously the birth control thing doesn't work." He teased and you laughed softly, your cheeks warming up.

"But.. y'know I can still make you cum without fucking you- and I don't know if you remember but I love it almost as much as the first thing." Your eyes widened as he smirked, watching the realization flood your face. "Now... unless you're not into it- which I know you definitely were into it." He eased you off his lap and stood up. "You left one room out of your tour."

You shook your head and grabbed his hand before tugging him towards your bedroom, chewing on your lip. "I don't look the same... my body, it's different" You told him once you got to your room, clearing your throat a little as he moved closer to you. "Well.. obviously, Querida." He chuckled softly and grabbed your chin, lifting your head to look at him. "Tuviste un bebé. Mi bebé." You had a baby. My baby. He whispered softly, nudging his nose against yours lightly. "It's loved and grown and cared for a little baby." He added, his free hand sliding up your curves, over your stomach, and finally up to palm one of your breasts, making your breath hitch.

You swallowed thickly and chewed on your lip. "I'm bigger now, and I've got stretch marks and cellulite-" "Your body is proud of it's accomplishments, that's all that is, showing the world how strong you are." He purred softly, tilting your head up more before he leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, sliding them over the soft skin with gentle kisses. "You should be just as proud."

He walked you towards your bed, his hands coming up to pull the zipper of your dress down your back, and then slipping it over your shoulders, groaning softly as he watched it fall to the floor, taking your hands to help you step out of it before turning you around, a wide grin on his face as he took a step back. "Mamacita.." He purred softly, sliding his eyes over you hungrily. "Mírate. Fucking beautiful." look at you.

"Javi... you're still wearing your clothes." He chuckled. "I know, Mamacita. Wait on the bed, get comfortable." You pouted and he chuckled. "You're not going to until I let you undress me, are you?" You shook your head defiantly and he rolled his eyes fondly before pulling you in. "Fine." He whispered before kissing you softly.

You smiled against his lips, your hands coming up to pull his tie loose and toss it somewhere, quickly followed by that jacket before you started unbuttoning his shirt, not as fast as you'd rid him of his tie and jacket, and when you finally had it untucked and off his shoulders you pulled away and pushed him back a little.

Your lips separated with a soft smack and you could've sworn you heard Javi whine. He frowned at first, thinking you wanted to stop, and then he saw the look in your eyes, how you were eating him up like he'd done you moments ago. Then, you reached out and grabbed his belt buckle, tugging him forward and kissing him again.

He groaned loudly and grabbed your hips tightly, moaning as your hands tugged his belt open and out of the loops. Once his slacks were pushed down he stepped out of them and pushed you back towards your bed, watching you fall down on it with a soft groan. "Been dreamin' about doin' this again for years, baby.” He climbed over you, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You shuddered and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, tilting your head so he’d have more room. “Me too, Javi.” You said softly. “Haven’t been with anybody since you.” You bit your lip as he leaned back to look down at you. “What?”

You shook your head a little and shifted. “Haven’t wanted to. Haven’t needed to.” You said softly. “I felt bad, Y’know Valeria’s just a baby.. it would’ve felt wrong.” You chewed on your lip as you looked up at him, swallowing thickly. “And when I was pregnant… well I was pregnant, Y’know? Fat and sweaty and gross.” Javi shook his head. “You couldn’t be gross. Ever.” He gripped your chin tightly and leaned down to kiss you. "Talk down about my baby mama-" he muttered against your neck disapprovingly, making you laugh softly. "Should be ashamed." He added

“Bet you looked gorgeous pregnant.” Javi kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally your chin before leaning back again. “Would’ve been all over you, Querida.” He purred, nudging his nose against your cheek. "Not gonna miss the second one."

"Second one?" You teased with a soft laugh. Javi hummed and nodded, kissing your neck. "Mhm. Gonna stay around, make you mine, make both of y'all mine. Have a big happy family." You felt your cheeks warm up, smiling up at him.

"you sure you want that? Wanna be stuck in little Laredo with me and a house full of babies?" Javi grinned widely and leaned down to kiss you. "As long as you're the mama." He purred softly before trailing his lips down your torso, peering up at you.

"For right now, though... we can settle for this. For our one little baby." He said softly, nipping lightly at your skin as you shuddered. "Can worry about filling you up later, after I put a ring on that finger." You didn't know how truthful he was being, if he actually wanted to marry you or if he was just overwhelmed with all these familiar emotions. But you hoped he meant it, prayed he meant it.

His lips ghosted over your core, still covered in the soft black lace you'd put on earlier- just because you weren't expecting him to see you like this, doesn't mean you can't wear something to give you some confidence. You let out a soft gasp and looked down at him, swallowing thickly. The only orgasming you'd done since Valeria was born was from masturbating, and it wasn't a recurring thing because Valeria often ended up sleeping in your bed before morning.

Lately you hadn't been able to make yourself cum at all, too busy caring for Valeria, working, or cleaning up the house. Of course, night time was usually when you took your chance, but Val was having trouble sleeping lately, which usually meant by ten she was knocking on your door and asking for milk or to sleep with you, and you could never say no to her.

"Querida?" Javi's voice drifted to your ears and you looked down at him from the ceiling, blinking a little. "You okay?" You nodded quickly. "Uh-huh. I'm okay." Javi chuckled softly. "Alright, looked like you were somewhere else for a second there- I hope I'm not boring you already." His tone was teasing but you could see a flash of something else, too, doubt maybe? Insecurity?

You widened your eyes and shook your head rapidly. "No- absolutely not." You laughed softly. "Sorry- just- been a few months since I've been able to get enough time to myself to.. y'know enjoy myself to completion." Javi's eyes widened. "I guess that's what I was thinking about."

"Not even in the shower?" you shrugged a little. "My showers hardly ever exceed 15 minutes and honestly I'm pretty sure Valeria would literally run away towards something more entertaining if I took too long." Javi laughed softly and nodded like he understood where you were coming from.

"Okay-I promise I'm not gonna be in my head anymore. I'm here. completely here." Javi smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss to your lips before he was diving back down again.

He was taunting you a bit this time, pressing feather light kisses to your core as he slowly tugged the panties down your legs, humming as he scraped his teeth lightly against your skin, chuckling softly when your thighs twitched as he went over the stretchmarks, looking up at you with a smirk.

You couldn't make yourself look away if Jesus himself came down and told you it would save the world. Damn the world, Javier Peña was between your legs, sliding his tongue over the insides of your thighs before finally, finally putting it where you wanted it and sliding it firmly through your folds, flattening his tongue completely as you shuddered.

"Javi..." you moaned and dropped your head back, your eyelids finally fluttering shut. You whined though when as you'd pushed up towards javi's face, he was pushing you back down against the mattress and holding you there firmly, looking at you through his lashes.

He was holding your clit in his mouth, tongue massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves when you felt a finger nudge at your hole and then slip in ever so slowly. Your back arched and you moaned, your eyelids fluttering but not really opening.

Javi was moaning against you, pushing his hips down into the mattress as he groaned, sucking on your clit happily. The noises he was making were driving you up the wall, sending vibrations through you that had your legs shaking, whimpering happily and tangling your fingers tightly in his hair. "J-Javi.. fuck." You moaned, chewing on your lip as you looked down at him.

"Feels so good, Javi." Javi smirked a little against you, humming softly. He held eye contact with you, one hand still firmly gripping your hip as he slid a second finger into you and curling them up.

You let out a soft gasp, your hips jerking up a bit as he started thrusting and curling his fingers, his mouth still sucking on your clit while simultaneously massaging it with his tongue. His fingers were thrusting in and out of you, curling and twisting as he fucked you with them, his eyes glued to yours.

Eventually you started to tug on his hair, trying to bring him up with weak whines. Javi, who remembered how you'd begged him to kiss you that night, latching your lips to his whenever you had the chance, immediately caught on and let you pull him up into a breathy kiss. That night it took him no time to realized how much you liked to be kissed, how your breath would leave you and you would let out the cutest sound, he found it endearing, not to mention ironic because even though he didn't seem like the type- Javi was big on kissing.

There was something about the vanilla taste of most lipglosses, the soft stickiness it left behind, that made his heart purr and curl up like a warm kitten. Maybe it was the implication of a good time, or even just the soft intimacy of having someone kiss him, want him for something that didn't involve shoving a gun in someone's face or putting cold metal cuffs around their wrists.

Eating someone out was a close second to kissing them, a very very close second, and as much as he loved being buried in a tight, warm, wet pussy, those two things blew fucking out of the water. But, in his six year journey of thinking about you all the time, he came to realize that if he tried the scale on you, tried to think of which he preferred more, he couldn't even compare them.

It was corny as shit and if he thought about it too much it freaked him out, but evertyhing with you was his favorite thing. He wanted it all, all the time.

As he kissed you he eased in a third finger and pressed his thumb against your clit and slowly circling it, humming softly as you moaned against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him closer to you since he was still holding you down with that other hand.

With Javi this close to you, his cock laying heavily against you, his fingers fucking and massaging inside you, when he rediscovered your gspot you'd twitched around his fingers, he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, and your jaw went slack, breaking the kiss, but with no sound actually coming out.

"Ahí está. Apuesto a que me extrañó /tanto/." There she is. I bet she missed me /so much/. He purred, continuing to massage your g-spot, watching the way your eyelids fluttered and then finally closed, brows furrowing as you let out breathy moans, his name occasionally slipping out. "Doing so good for me, mamacita. Squeezing my fingers so well." Your stomach twitched when his warm precum started to dribble onto your stomach, ears burning at his words. "Javi." You shuddered. "You're being vulgar." You said softly.

"Oh, Querida... but she loves when i talk about her." He purred, starting to add more pressure to your clit and gspot, making you moan louder as your chest pressed up into his, your nails dragging down his back an inch before they stopped. "She just cries and throbs for me~" You shuddered and whimpered softly.

You wanted to have some kind of upperhand here, wanted to return the favor, so you gathered his precum from where it was pooling on your torso and gripped the base of his cock, watching as his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched. "Fuck- you don't have to. Could probably cum just from this."

You shook your hand and drug your hand up slowly, watching the way his shoulders shuddered and his muscles trembled under the skin. The same way they had then when you touched him, the same way you'd felt them trembling that first night, and again at dinner, and again when you were dancing. Javi's muscles quaked every time you touched him, sometimes sending a full shiver through him, other times making his fingers twitch or his hand curl up and rub his palm like he was squeezing a stress ball.

"Wanna make you cum, Javi." You moaned and pushed down on his fingers, not matching the speed he was using. "Want you to cum in my mouth, though." You whined. "Only got to taste it once." He groaned and dropped his face into your neck, fucking into your hand a little, stopping his hand in favor of throughly massaging your gspot and clit with the same circular motions. When his hand slid from your hip and to the bottom of your abdomen, immediately pressing down, not enough to hurt you, but hard enough that everything felt a hundred times better.

"Javi- Javi I-I'm gonna..." your hand was moving sloppier now, a little slower as your orgasm started to demand its release from its six month prison. "Joder, sí, mamacita. Cum para mí. Empapa mis dedos- mierda- quiero ver esa cara bonita cuando te corras. Keep your eyes open." Fuck, yes. Cum for me. Soak my fingers- shit- I want to see that pretty face when you cum. He pressed his forehead against yours, groaning happily as he lazily fucked your hand, you wanted to taste him and he was happy to let that happen, but your hand felt so fucking good, so until you came down he was going to take a little advantage of that.

You came with a loud cry, arching your back as your legs trembled and you felt an unfamilar gushing feeling. You did your best to keep your eyes open, looking up into Javi's big brown ones made it a little easier. "There you go, baby. Fuck, look at you. Fucking gorgeous, especially when you cum." You shuddered and whined. "Did- did I-" "You did." Javi chuckled softly and kissed you softly as he circled your clit slowly, when your hips jerked away he stopped and kissed your neck. "Did so good for me, too." "You were trying to make me do that." "Well, duh. You said you haven't cum in months. Had to make the first one after a dry spell mind-blowing."

You blinked rapidly and shook your head slowly before kissing him deeply, sitting up and cupping his cheeks before you pulled away. "Sit back." He grinned and did as he was told, leaning back against your headboard and watching as you got between his legs, licking his lips slowly.

He set his hand on the back of your head, not pushing or tugging on your hair, just holding his hand there. You felt his other hand grasp at your fingertips and you coudn't help but smile against the skin of his stomach, sliding your hand up to lace your fingers together.

When you finally got to where he wanted your mouth, lips grazing over the length of his cock, he gasped and dropped his head back, muttering something in Spanish that was too quiet for you to hear good enough. You smiled and hummed softly before using your free hand to grasp the base of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and slowly sliding down, taking him all the way down your throat with just a little resistance, your throat not used to be stuffed so full.

"Fuck- look at you." Javi groaned, his brows furrowing as he looked down at you. "So pretty with my cock in your mouth." His hips jerked a bit, making you gag. "Joder. Lo siento, cariño. Lo siento." Fuck. I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry. He said softly, forcing himself to settle his hips back down against the mattress.

Once you felt your throat relax a bit around him you breathed in through your nose and started bobbing your head up and down, looking up towards him through your lashes. The sight was heavenly, Javi's eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving as he panted and moaned, his hand gripping your hair while the other squeezed your hand, muttering under his breath.

With each pull up you pressed your tongue to the vein on the underside of his cock. When you got to his tip you'd stop there, focus on sucking there while your hand focused on the rest of his shaft, your tongue circled and pressed under the edge. Javi groaned loudly and gripped your hair a little tighter. "Maldita sea. Echaba de menos esa boca. Me arrastraría por el infierno sobre mis manos y rodillas si pudiera sentir esa boca para siempre." God damn. I missed that mouth. I'd crawl through hell on my hands and knees if I could feel that mouth forever. He dropped his chin to look down at you, pupils blown and eyes glossy.

He looked so pretty, sweat beading on his forehead and temples. You wondered briefly if you should've turned the air up a little, but ignored the thought and went back to bobbing your head, sucking harder whenever you got to his tip, your hand following your mouth's path.

It wasn't long before Javi's breathing got harsher, his moans became weak grunts and whimpers, and he was spilling into your mouth, his hips jerking up as his hand tugged on your hair and the other squeezed your hand. You were quick to swallow as much of it as you could, some of it spilling from your mouth and out the corners.

Javi looked down at you, panting heavily and shaking his head before he pulled you off of his cock with a soft pop. "C'mere." He mumbled, humming softly before sticking his tongue out and licking his cum from the corners of your mouth before kissing you deeply.

You moaned and kissed him back eagerly, grabbing onto his shoulders lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. "So beautiful, baby. So good at that, too. Fuck." He said softly, peppering you in little kisses as he laid the two of you back.

"You'll stay, right?" You looked up at him and he smiled softly. "Of course I will." He said softly. "We'll relax a little, calm down, and then we'll go take a shower, get some water, and then we can come back to bed, and get some rest."

You smiled and nodded happily, leaning in to kiss him again before laying your head in the crook of his neck. You laid there for about ten minutes before you showered, got some water, made sure to use the bathroom.

And then you were curled up with Javier again, curled up into his side as you nuzzled his neck, sighing happily. His hands were tracing your back like he'd done so long ago. Except, this time, Javi wasn't hesitant, didnt let minutes pass before he pulled you closer, his fingertips made full contact with your skin. His other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his lips pressing kisses to the top of your head.

You fell asleep pretty quickly, Javi's heart beat in his chest, his warm body pressed tightly against yours lulling you off faster than you would've liked.

You hoped Javi meant what he said earlier, about staying and being a better man for his family, you wanted him around, wanted to see him care for your daughter, kiss her booboos and soothe her after a nightmare. You wanted him to be there for every birthday, every christmas, every thanksgiving. You wanted Javi at every holiday and function you'd ever have to go to. You just hoped he wanted the same thing.

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