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Learning to Live Part 29

summary: On your last day in Miami, Javier and you are tasked with babysitting the Murphy kids while their parents get some much needed alone time out of the house.

Back at home, it’s Javier’s birthday, and the two of you are on your way to meet Chucho for dinner when you run into someone who doesn’t know how to keep their stupid mouth shut.

rating: E (18+!! No y/n, alternating POV, age gap (about ten years), consensual somnophilia, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, breeding kink, semi-public sex, thigh riding, dirty talk, domestic fluff, babysitting, Javier being cute with kids, birthday celebration, death of a parent/grief, emotional hurt/comfort, Protective!Javier, Protective!Reader, verbal altercation, insults, not Lorraine friendly, small town drama, Chucho being the best father)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 19.6k+

a/n: There’s something in this chapter we’ve been waiting for. Because the chapter is so long, it might not let you reblog with a comment. Since reblogs are important you’re more than welcome to reblog without a comment and then if you’d like to say something, you can either comment on the post or send me an ask. Unbeta’d because I wanted to post it this week, so all mistakes are mine. Thank you to @juletheghoul for making sure the Spanish makes sense!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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It was warm, almost too warm, with the blankets over you and your human furnace of a bedmate cuddled at your back—his arm was draped over your middle with a hand up your shirt to hold your breast. The hazy dreamscape your mind had conjured was a beach you’d been to growing up with a giant sea stack in the ocean that rose over two hundred feet and was like a tiny rock mountain that you could walk right up to during low tide. As you strolled along the shore, ahead of you was a child who’d barely learned to walk with big, familiar, chocolate-colored eyes and messy brown hair in a shade you knew all too well, toddling beside a man you could recognize simply from the shape of his back, the broad shoulders down to the trim waist.

Their tiny arm was raised above their head while he was leaning a little to hold the small outstretched hand, his head turning with a smile to look at them with all of the love in the world—a baby’s cries sounded, and it had you worrying something was wrong with the toddler. Suddenly, everything in front of you disappeared, the fogginess of sleep dissipating as you were brought to by the noises coming from a baby monitor nearby that continued to worry you.

The arm around you tightened, and lips kissed the back of your head.

"I'll get him," Javi's voice was deeper and rougher from sleep. He kissed your head once more before moving to get out of the bed, hearing him groan and his knees pop as he stood from the mattress that was on the floor.

A sleepy smile appeared on your face as you thought about what a good father and husband he was—there wasn’t any annoyance in his tone, and he didn’t sound put out. He was happy to check on the baby and let you get some rest. You were lucky to have such a great partner who cared so much and took an active role in being a parent.

He was a keeper.

He was perfect.

There wasn’t anyone else you’d want to have a child with.

You were so happy your baby had such a wonderful father.

Your baby—wait, what was their name?

Why were you drawing a blank?

How could you forget your kid’s name?

Oh god, you were a horrible mother.

Hold on.

The cogs in your brain were turning now that the dreamy haze had lifted.

You didn't have a baby.

Javi wasn't your husband… yet.

You were at the Murphys, and the toddler crying was their one-year-old, Nate. Your fiancé had volunteered you both to take care of Steve and Connie’s three kids while they had a much-needed night alone at a hotel.

Throwing back the blankets, you moved to get up from the bed, it only taking you a moment to find your sleep shorts on the floor, you pulled on over your bare lower half and made your way barefooted out of the room.

Why were you getting up when Javi told you to keep sleeping? Why did you feel the need to go peek into the room he was in? You weren't entirely sure, your feet padding along the cool stone-tiled floor almost of their own accord.

Nate's door was open, and you didn’t hear crying anymore. Stopping at the doorway, you leaned against the wooden frame to take in the scene before you that made you smile.

The room was softly illuminated by a nightlight plugged into the wall near the crib that had the purple dinosaur Barney on it—Javi was just in his jeans, his chest bare, cradling and rocking the one-year-old in his arms and singing so softly it took you a second to recognize the tune.

It was ABBA.

And it was the song he got the 80s cover band at the bar you'd gone to that night to play by tipping them an amount of money he refused to disclose to you.

Your ears had perked and you were able to make out the words.

He was hum-singing it in a pitch a little higher than his usual low timbre:

"Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me

Don't go sharing your devotion

Lay all your love on me."

He hadn't noticed there was an audience, and you were enjoying watching him putting the baby back to sleep, Nate's eyes getting droopier and droopier until they were completely shut.

It made you wonder what songs he'd sing to your future kids, imagining some of his mother's favorite Spanish ballads you listened to on the radio and Fleetwood Mac, probably some classic lullabies too, like “Rockabye Baby” and “You Are My Sunshine.”

Javi's head turned your way, his eyes looking tired, but he smiled and kept singing until the song was finished and he was sure the baby was back asleep, moving to gently put him in his crib. That was when you decided to walk into the room, your arms looping around his middle from the side. His arm went behind your back, and he kissed your hair.

"I told you I'd take care of him," he whispered. "You didn't need to get up."

"Oh, I wasn't gonna miss a chance to see a glimpse of my future," you replied just as quietly. "And I’m happy I got up and had the chance to hear you put the baby back to sleep with ABBA—you know, it really gets me going seeing you doing dad stuff, and then you chose that song? Talk about making a girl yearn for the day we have our own babies, and you did an excellent job getting him to fall back asleep."

"I can’t wait for our own babies, too.” He hugged you a little closer to him. “Connie mentioned the last few weeks Nate’s been waking up in the middle of the night with separation anxiety—it's common with babies his age."

Nate turned one the month prior.

"Awe, poor guy."

"Yeah, he's okay now." Javi reached into the crib and pressed his large palm to the child's wild black curls. "Dulces sueños, mi precioso (Sweet dreams, my precious)." He looked at you. "Let's go back to bed, mi amor (my love). The kids will be up early."

Watching him put Nate back to sleep and his gentle care had you going so soft you thought you might turn into a puddle. His last sentence made you smile because one day, he’d say that in regard to your own children—god, you were yearning so hard for your future with him.

"Early to you or early to me?"

If you had the day off, you wanted to sleep until at least nine in the morning. Javi's idea of sleeping in was waking up at six-thirty instead of six because he was a—you hated saying it—a morning person.

"Early to you,” he answered.

"Great, more morning people."

He huffed in amusement and started walking with you out of the room with your hands held, continuing to whisper. "From my experience, young children like to get up early."

You were in the hallway, and he quietly closed Nate's door behind you both. "What I'm hearing is you're volunteering to take mornings with our kids since you'll already be up."

"That was my plan, yes," he said as you returned to the guest room. "Just makes sense."

Once inside, the door was shut and locked, neither of you bothering to turn on the overhead light, instead carefully making your way in the dark to the bed. Javi took off his pants before he crawled onto the mattress naked, and you shimmied out of your shorts as you got under the warm blankets.

He scooted over beneath the covers until his body was spooning yours from behind, his arm going around your shirt-covered tummy, feeling his nose in the hair at the back of your head.

"Why are you wearing this?" he asked, pulling on your t-shirt.

Javi was against wearing clothes to bed, and you found out he even slept in the nude while visiting other people’s houses.

"So, I'm not completely naked if the children wake up and need us,” you said. “All I have to do is get up and put on my bottoms."

The frown was clear in his voice. "The door is locked, and it only takes a second to put it back on—can you take it off for now? Please?"

"Have we discussed how spoiled you are?" you asked as you sat up and started pulling off the apparent bane of Javier's existence—he leaned up and tugged it over your head, tossing it into the dark void of the room.

"I'm not spoiled," he said, cuddling close into you once you laid back down, his arm back over your belly.

"You're incredibly spoiled—you always get what you want, not to mention you basically have pussy on demand. Spoiled."

You didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling. "It just sounds like I'm living the fucking dream. And pot calling the kettle black, Cielito—the same could be said for you, too. I spoil the hell out of you, and you better know my dick is yours whenever you want it." To punctuate the sentence, he ground his hips into your ass.

"Fine, we're both spoiled,” you acquiesced. “But you're needier."

"I'm not needy,” he denied.

"You couldn't go one night in bed without me naked."

"I sleep best being able to feel you."

"Well, you got your wish." You patted his arm around you. "Now, go to sleep, babe. Wake me up when the kids wake up."

He was already falling asleep, his answer an affirmative hum. “Love you,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“I love you, too.”

It wasn't hard to fall back to sleep, not when your previous two days had started before the sun had risen, and everything that had taken place on the trip—traveling, meeting and spending time with the Murphys, getting engaged, the hours spent fucking in a hotel, going to the beach, almost fighting a woman in a bar. It seemed like you closed your eyes, and not even a minute later, the Sandman was whisking you away to the land of dreams.

An hour passed.

Two.

Three.

Four.

It was deep sleep that had you under its spell, physically keeping your body in the guest room while the dream transported you back home to your living room, where you were alone with Javi on the couch, straddling his lap and lazily kissing him.

Something warm and wet and felt so good it reached you in your foggy dreamscape, had the scene shifting suddenly, where you found yourself on your back, missing the clothes on your lower half, seeing the brown hair of your fiancé’s head buried between your legs.

There were the delicious sensations of tingles racing up your spine and pleasure building in your core as your nipples tightened—a soft moan of his name escaped your lips, the image before you fuzzy around the edges, keeping you on the cusp between asleep and awake.

You were gonna come, your cunt beginning to pulse, and the muscles in your belly coiling, winding tight, Dream Javi’s mouth feeling so real on your clit, licking and sucking on the sensitive bud. Warmth had spread through your veins, your body hot at being so turned on.

His tongue was working its magic, and you weren’t even surprised at how quickly he was getting you close to your end.

The pleasure kept building higher and higher until you hit your peak, and you were coming, the sudden explosion of euphoria coursing out from your center waking you up with a long, shuddering moan, your body tensing, and your heart racing.

Confusion had come over you at being awake and still feeling a wet tongue lapping at your pussy, and it took a second for you to realize your legs were spread with someone between them beneath the covers. It was too dark to see the lump under the blankets, but when you reached, you could feel the hardness of a skull at the apex of your thighs.

“Javi?” It came out as more of a croak.

He hummed in acknowledgment with his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, and your confusion was replaced with burning-hot arousal.

He'd woken you up by going down on you—which was something you'd given him permission to do months ago; you'd given him permission to do a whole lot more to wake you up, but Javier was big on explicit consent, and there were some lines he couldn't bring himself to cross, which was sweet, and showed what a stand-up guy he was.

And you loved that he was a Consent King; however, you happened to be a horny bitch that fantasized about him fucking you awake.

You should mention Javi also gave you permission to wake him up by the same means, and the first time he woke to you slowly riding his dick, he came in record-breaking time.

Him waking you with his mouth on your cunt was kind of a big deal and a testament to the trust you had in each other; plus, it was fucking amazing—forget alarm clocks; you always wanted your mornings to start with orgasms.

"Oh, god," you moaned, pushing the bedding down to uncover your torso and his head, the chill air welcome on your heated skin. "It's so good, Javi." It was wet and slippery between your thighs, your pussy throbbing and feeling achingly empty. Your fingers went into his mess of hair. "Baby, I'm so horny. Can I please have your dick?"

He came off you, moving up your body, his wet lips kissing over the skin of your belly and chest, up the column of your throat to your mouth, smelling your musk in his damp mustache as he kissed you. His hips took their place in the cradle of your thighs, snaking his hand between your bodies to line the tip of his hard cock with your soaked entrance, pushing all the way in with one smooth thrust that stole your breath.

The orgasm had loosened you up, making it easier for your inner walls to stretch and accommodate his girth, easing the empty ache to feel wonderfully full.

He held himself up with his arms beside your head, your hands moving to dig your fingers into his shoulders.

His lips left yours. "Did you like it?" he asked his tone a deep rasp. "Waking up by coming on my tongue?"

He had started slowly moving, his dick sliding almost all of the way out and pushing back in.

"Yes," you gasped.

"You were moaning in your sleep and got so fucking wet." Another orgasm was starting to form in your center.

"Was dreaming about you."

His cock twitched hard inside you. "Shit," he hissed. His pace sped up, hearing the wet sounds of him working in and out of you. He pressed his nose against your cheek, his breaths coming out heavier. "I didn't think it'd turn me on," he said. "But you were so fucking responsive, and when you moaned my name, it got me hard as a fucking rock that you were thinking about me in your sleep, and it made me feel like less of a creep."

Pleasure was curling inside you with every slick slide of him fucking into your cunt, but that last comment cut through your blissful haze.

“I wanted it,” you said. “Do you like it when you wake up to me blowing you or riding your dick?”

A loud, ragged groan pulled from his throat. “Yes.”

The two of you were so in tune with each other that when you made the movement to try and roll you both, Javi completed it to have him on his back with you on top, his cock staying nestled in your depths.

Your knees were bracketing his hips as you rose until only the tip of him remained and dropped back down, using your hands on his chest for leverage and keeping your rhythm steady and hard—up and down, over and over again. Javi's palms slid along your belly on a journey to your breasts, where he took them in hand, gently massaging them before his fingers zeroed in on your pebbled nipples, rolling and pinching them. It fanned the fire growing in your center, and you angled your hips to have him press into that magical spot that made it hard to think with how fucking good you felt.

There was a delay in you continuing the conversation. "It's the same for me," you panted. "I like waking up to you going down on me. I'd like waking up to you fucking me—I want it, and I don't want you feeling bad."

"I'll try.” His words were strained. “Fucking love your tits—wish I could see you bouncing on my dick.” It was too dark in the room. “Wait, what time is it?”

"What?"

"What time is it?" he asked again.

You looked at the red glowing numbers on the alarm clock located above you on the bedside table.

"6:32."

"Shit."

He pulled you forward, his arms going around your back, and rolled you both to your original position with him over you, moving your legs up high on his ribs. "We don't have much time—touch yourself."

He began slowly rocking in and out of you, speeding up little by little.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Don't have much time?" you asked. "What?"

"The kids will be up any second, and I want us both to get off, so I need you to rub that pretty little clit for me."

Oh, right, the children.

The children you were watching.

The children you volunteered to watch and now held the power to cockblock you both.

The Murphy children.

"Shit," you said, getting your hand in between your bodies and locking your ankles against his lower back, feeling his muscles move beneath your calves. "Harder." The pads of your fingers were circling your bundle of nerves just the way you liked while Javi did as you asked, pounding into you hard enough your body was jostling, and you could hear the clap of his hips hitting yours.

The heat in your belly was getting hotter, Javi's lips sloppily kissing along your jaw and chin to claim your mouth with his, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies.

"Need you to come for me." The sentence was muffled into your lips. "Need to feel it—let me have another, Cielito."

Pleasure was building inside you, every push and pull of his hips and swirl of your fingers getting you closer and closer to your sweet release.

He had you moaning into his mouth as he kissed you, Javi grunting, and you could hear how wet it was where you were joined.

His face pressed into your neck, his hot, heavy breaths fanning against your skin, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades hard enough to leave crescent moon indents.

You were almost there.

"'M close," you said.

He put all of his weight onto one arm beside your head, and his free hand went to your breast, pinching and teasing your hardened nipple with his fingers—it had a current shooting directly to your clit, making you moan loudly.

"Come on, baby," Javi gritted through his teeth. "Give it to me—come all over my dick, and I'll fuck you full of me. I know you want it." He was moving faster, and you could tell he was close. "I know you want me to fuck a baby into you. Give me another, and I’ll give it to you."

"Yes," you gasped, clutching his back with one hand for something to hold onto as you fell over the edge and came, your cunt seizing up around him tight enough it stuttered his rhythm, and a rumbling groan erupted from his chest. Pleasure radiated out from your core, spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes, your mind going blissfully blank, your eyes closed, panting hard.

“Good girl,” he said, kissing low on your cheek. “My good fucking girl—god, I fucking love you.”

The second you relaxed, Javi was focusing on his own high, his nose pressed to the skin of your neck, hearing and feeling his heavy breaths as he pistoned into you. It was wetter between your legs, the sound of his cock working in and out of you amplified, and the suck of your pussy more pronounced.

He felt so good inside you, your hands moving to press into the sweat-damp waves of his hair.

"Let me have it, Javi." You scratched at his scalp, and he whimpered. "I want it, baby—come for me. Fuck it deep."

"I'm gonna give it to you," he grunted. "Te daré lo que quieras (I'll give you whatever you want)—Te conseguiré la pinche luna (I'll get you the fucking moon). Te daré el pinche mundo (I'll give you the fucking world)." His strokes were getting jerky. "Te daré tantos niños como quieras (I'll give you as many kids as you want). Haré cualquier cosa por ti (I'll do anything for you). Soy tuyo (I'm yours)—Siempre seré tuyo (I'll always be yours). Te amo (I love you). Te amo (I love you). Te amo (I love you)..." The last word turned into a strangled moan, Javi pressing himself all the way to the hilt deep inside you, the tip of himself kissing your womb as he came. There was the hard jerk of his dick, and you felt the warm spurts of his come filling you, his hips continuing to rock like he was trying to make sure he didn't leave any nook or cranny empty, wanting you to be completely stuffed.

The weight of him collapsing on you was familiar and welcome, stroking your fingers through his hair while he caught his breath in the crook of your neck.

One of the two baby monitors crackled to life, hearing a small, tired voice calling out for their mom—it was Stevie, the three-year-old.

Javi immediately moved to get up, giving you a quick kiss and making pained groans as he got to his feet.

"I've got him," he said, heading for the en suite. He turned on the bathroom light, your eyes squinting at the brightness and getting a glimpse of his naked back and bare ass before he disappeared behind the closed door—you sighed wistfully.

The water pattering told you he'd turned on the shower, and he must've gone in while it was still cold because it was turned off after only a couple of minutes had passed.

This had to be a record for how quickly he was going through getting ready.

You'd heard the sink run and knew he brushed his teeth, and when he came out with just a towel around his waist, his wet hair had been combed, but he hadn't bothered doing his regular styling.

"Cover your eyes," he said.

Your hands went over your eyes, and he flicked the switch for the overhead light.

"Do you want help?" you asked.

You heard him over in his duffle bag, pulling out clothes.

"With the kids? I can handle them on my own if you want to sleep in."

The sounds told you he was putting on a pair of jeans.

"I'm not gonna sleep while you wrangle the children by yourself. What I'm asking is how much time do I have to get ready? Do I need to try to break the world record like you? Or can I take an actual shower and brush my teeth longer than thirty seconds?"

"Hey, at least I brushed them," he said. "I don't wanna make him wait too long—I feel bad enough I had to shower, but I didn't have much choice since I smelled like pussy."

You were pretty sure he was buttoning his shirt.

"Yeah, a shower was needed—which, what prompted the unexpected wake-up call?"

"I had a dirty dream where I was eating you out in my old truck—the one I had in high school—and I just really fucking needed to taste you when I woke up. Took me a little bit to work up my nerve."

"Well, it was an amazing wake-up. Ten out of ten stars would love to experience it again."

He was moving, and you thought he'd grabbed his watch off the dresser.

There was a smile in his voice. "I'll keep it in mind—do your regular morning routine, baby. There's no need for you to break any world records." He was padding toward the door, it softly squealing as he opened it. "I love you."

“Wait, what color is the shirt you’re wearing?”

“Purple.”

The day before, you had to do a small load of laundry because you both had gone through the majority of the clothes you brought.

His answer made you grin. "Perfect. I love you, too."

The light switched off, and the door clicked shut. You removed your hands from your eyes and decided it was definitely time to get up out of the wet patch and shower—you made a mental note to wash the sheets and blankets before Connie got home. It seemed like the polite thing to do since you were heading home later that day.

Javi was up and ready in about five-to-six minutes.

It took you much longer to get clean and make yourself presentable, choosing to wear black leggings with your lavender-colored v-neck shirt.

Exiting the guest room, there was noise coming from the kitchen, hearing music playing low and voices, your socked feet carrying toward it.

Before the hallway opened into the living room, there was a doorway to the kitchen, and you stopped in your tracks when you got to it and looked inside, keeping half of your body hidden behind the wall.

Javi's profile was in front of you as he stood at the stove with Nate in a carrier on his back, and Stevie held in his left arm so his right was free to hold the black plastic spatula. Olivia was beside him, her back to you, with a plate in her hands that had a small stack of pancakes, all of the children still in their pajamas.

"Looks like your Mickey pancake is done, tesorito (little treasure)," he said to Olivia. "Can you bring the plate a little closer, please?"

She did as he asked, holding the plate closer but not too close to the hot stove. He scooped the pancake up and plopped it down on top of the stack.

Javi adjusted Stevie in his arm and set the spatula down to grab the large measuring cup half full of batter.

"Okay," he started, "What shape are we doing for your tía (aunt)?"

"Ninja Turtle!" Stevie shouted.

Javi smiled. "I’m sorry, bud, I'm not good enough to do a Ninja Turtle."

"What about a heart?" Olivia asked.

"Now that I can do," he answered. "Is it okay if I make your tía a heart pancake, Stevie?"

"Yes!"

Javi was cautious as he poured the pancake mix, a look of concentration on his face, finishing after some seconds.

"There," he said, he had a dubious expression. "It looks like a heart, right?"

Olivia peered into the pan. "Kinda looks like a butt.”

He let out a long sigh, and it took everything in you to hold back your giggle, enjoying watching this interaction.

"Well, guess I'm eating the butt pancake," Javi said, and you had to cover your mouth with both hands to keep from laughing because, of course, he'd volunteer to eat the butt pancake. The measuring cup was set back down, and he picked up the spatula. "I'll try again after this one. Hopefully, the next one looks like a heart."

"If it doesn't, you're really good at making Mickeys!" Olivia said.

He smiled, looking over at her. "Thanks, tesorito."

"I want a Mickey pancake!" Stevie announced.

Javi's head turned toward him with a frown. "I thought you wanted the ‘S’ for Stevie—that's what you asked me to make."

"I want a Mickey pancake now!"

“Guess I’m eating the ‘S’ pancake, too.” His eyes went to Olivia. "Set the plate on the counter, Mija. We're gonna be here longer than I expected—how's Nate doing back there?"

She set the pancakes down beside the batter, Javi twisting his torso to show her the one-year-old.

"He's just chewing on the teething ring."

"Good," he said, facing forward and flipping the pancake. "So, uh, what do you think about mi Cielito? You know, now that you've met her…"

You held your breath.

"I like her," Olivia answered. "She tells bad jokes like my dad, though. But she's really nice, and she made cookies with us, and I had fun with her at the beach."

You took a deep breath and felt relieved that you earned the approval of his niece.

"So, you're okay with her being your tía?"

"Yep! I like that she can speak Spanish with us and don't tell my mom, but tía's cookies are better than hers."

That made him smile as he moved the pancake from the pan to the stack. "I'll keep that between us, tesorito."

"Are you excited to have a tía, Stevie?" he asked the toddler.

"Yes, she made me cookies!"

Javi smiled. "Yes, she did. Okay—" he set down the plastic utensil and picked up the measuring cup again. "—let's hope this time it looks like a heart and not a butt."

Javier had always been an early riser—he didn't have much choice growing up on his parent's ranch, where their days started with his father's, who had to be out the door by six a.m. Any time he complained about waking up so early, his parents would tell him, ‘A quien madruga Dios le ayuda (God helps those who get up early),’ which equated to what they say in English, ‘The early bird gets the worm,’ or if you were early and eager, you were most likely to succeed; the saying didn’t improve his attitude about being awake when the sun hadn’t risen and having to help his dad do chores outside before he went to school.

Waking up at five a.m. for the first eighteen years of his life fucked up his internal clock to make it so his mornings naturally started at six now—which wasn't terrible during the week, but on the weekends, his fiancée slept until at least nine, and yeah, he could get up and go have some coffee while reading the newspaper or a book as he waited for her, except he'd miss her and feel lonely. His solution was he normally just stayed in bed cuddling her and allowed himself to relax and let his mind wander, usually thinking about their future.

This Saturday morning, he woke up too fucking horny to do his usual routine of holding her, and he knew she wouldn't mind if he disrupted her sleep to see if she'd want to fool around; she generally did the same when she was in his position. However, today, it popped into his mind about how much he liked it when he'd wake up to her sucking his dick or, Christ, when he'd wake up to her riding him; he wasn't ashamed to admit the first time he opened his eyes to her on top of him and using him to make herself come, he blew his load in a minute flat.

So, he was thinking about that and how she'd given him permission multiple times to do the same to her when he decided to give it a try. The issue he ran into was it made him really fucking uncomfortable to do things to her while she was unconscious—he needed his sexual partners to be coherent and consenting. It took him a few minutes to push down the feeling and remind himself she had consented, she'd enthusiastically consented on many occasions, and that he had to trust her.

And that was how he found himself waking her up with his face in her pussy. He ended up kind of liking it, or at least liking her reaction to it, and that it made her so horny she asked him for his cock.

Would he do it again? Probably. It seemed to be something she was really into.

He wished he would've worked up his nerve sooner so they could've had more time to fuck, but they'd made it just under the wire to the kids waking up.

Which, he was loving getting the chance to babysit with her. It felt like a trial run of their future, and he wanted to show her that she made the right choice, agreeing to marry him.

The children were pretty well-behaved, and they loved him enough that they weren’t too difficult—unless it was nap time or bedtime. The one he was most worried about was Nathaniel because the one-year-old hadn’t had as much time with him as the other two and was incredibly attached to his parents, especially Connie.

When Javier and Stevie went to go get the youngest Murphy upon waking, Nate had fussed for his mom, and once he realized she wasn't there, he became inconsolable if Javier tried to put him down—the solution was carrying the baby on his back while he made breakfast.

The two older kids wanted pancakes when he asked what they'd like to eat, and of course, Javier obliged because his sobrinos (niece and nephews) had him wrapped around their little fingers.

Here he was, making Stevie a Mickey Mouse pancake, even though he'd already made the three-year-old an 'S' shaped one, and his fiancée was doing a terrible job of hiding behind the wall to watch him with the kids.

He held Stevie so the child could see the pancakes being made, a black plastic spatula in his other hand. "Cielito," he said loud enough for her to hear. "How many pancakes do you want?"

She stepped into the doorway, and he glanced over, smiling immediately when he saw she was wearing her purple shirt. She was frowning. "How long have you known I was there?"

"Baby, you had half of your body showing. I clocked you the moment you got out here."

Her arms crossed over her chest, her eyebrow raising. "So, were you cheesing it up?"

She was asking if everything she saw and heard was genuine, and it felt like a gut punch that she thought he was faking it.

A frown formed between his eyebrows and on his lips. "Tesorito," he looked at Olivia, "¿He estado actuando diferente esta mañana (Have I been acting differently this morning)?"

"Huh?" The little girl had a confused expression on her face. "No." She shook her head. "¿Por qué actuarias de manera diferente (Why would you act differently)?"

His eyes went back to his fiancée.

“No sé (I don’t know),” he said evenly. “No tengo ninguna razón para actuar de manera diferente (I have no reason to act differently). ¿Le dirás a tu tía lo que te gusta que te prepare para desayunar cuando te visite (Will you tell your aunt what you like me to make you for breakfast when I visit)?”

The girl turned to face Cielito with a smile. "Mickey Mouse pancakes! He also does other shapes if we ask, but Mickey is my favorite, and the ones he's best at making!"

"Oh," the woman replied. Their gazes met, guilt written on her features as her arms dropped to her sides. "I'm sorry, Javi. I shouldn't have jumped to that conclusion."

“Flip it!” Stevie shouted about his pancake. “Flip it, tío!”

He focused back on the pan and used the plastic utensil in his hand to do as the toddler asked.

“Yay!” the three-year-old clapped.

“Thanks for paying attention, buddy,” Javier told the little one. “And I get it, Cielito. You've never seen me with them.” Javier sighed. “How many pancakes do you want?"

She moved toward him and politely said to Olivia, “Excuse me, kiddo,” the child letting her get to his side. She ducked under his arm that held the spatula, hugging him around his middle or as best she could with him wearing the baby carrier. Her face was tilted up toward him. “I’m sorry, Javi,” she quietly said. “I was rude, and I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. Can you forgive me?”

His head turned to her and kissed her forehead. “Yeah,” he answered truthfully. He pulled back to meet her eyes. “I’m not putting on a show for you—everything you’ve seen is just how I am with them.” Javier let out a long breath. “These kids are my family, and up until you told me you wanted children with me, they were the closest thing I thought I’d get to having my own—I couldn’t be a father, but I could be the best uncle, and I’m gonna keep being the best uncle, even when we do have our own, because I love them, and they’re my favorite sobrinos.”

“Somos tus únicos sobrinos, tío (We’re your only niece and nephews, uncle),” Olivia said.

Javier smiled, looking past his fiancee at the dark-haired girl. “Sí, los son y son los mejores (Yes, you are, and you’re the best). ¿Quién es tu tío favorito (Who is your favorite uncle)?”

Her beaming smile was missing some baby teeth as she pointed at him. “¡Tú, tío Javi (You, uncle Javi)! ¡Eres divertido y haces los mejores panqueques y nos compras los regalos que queramos (You’re fun and make the best pancakes and buy us the presents we want)!”

Cielito was smiling when he locked eyes with her. “I told you you’re fun,” she said. “And I can tell you love them a lot—you’re very adorable with them.”

“Thanks,” he replied and kissed her forehead again. “How many pancakes would you like, mi amor (my love)?”

“Two is fine.”

“What shape for your second one?”

Her smile turned mischievous. “I’d love a butt pancake, so we can both eat ass—” Her eyes got comically huge at remembering the children. “—sortments.” She cringed. “So, we can both eat an assortment of differently shaped pancakes.”

He snorted in amusement, trying not to laugh. “Right,” he said. “We’ll both eat an assortment of pancakes.”

“There’s really not much different between the heart and butt pancakes…” Olivia added with a look on her face like she didn’t understand what they were talking about.

“Is there bacon?” Cielito suddenly asked and stepped away from him, clearly trying to change the subject. “I could make bacon or maybe cut up some fruit?”

He looked between the two older kids. “Do you guys want bacon or fruit with your pancakes?”

"Bacon!" Olivia answered excitedly.

"Bacon!" Stevie squealed, clapping his hands.

His head turned to his future wife, smiling. "I think they want bacon."

"Then I'll make them bacon," she said, walking to the fridge.

It was like they were playing house—it was them with the three children they were taking care of, having to feed, clean, clothe, and entertain them, giving the couple a chance to see how the other handled it.

He loved standing with her side-by-side at the stove, making breakfast while they chatted with the children. He loved that Nate wanted to sit with her at the table when they ate, and she didn’t even blink an eye as she took the baby to put in her lap and eat his small plate of a plain pancake and cut-up bananas. He loved how she tackled cleaning up with him while holding the one-year-old on her hip like it was no big deal and kept an eye on the three little Murphys while he washed the blankets from their bed and put the mattress back onto the old, squeaky bedframe. He loved watching how easily she interacted with the kids and that they liked her—he knew, without a doubt, when he asked Olivia what she thought of the woman he was marrying, her answer was going to be positive because the nine-year-old trusted him, and would’ve said something to him by now had there been anything wrong.

Javier hadn't told Cielito this, but on their first night in Miami, when Olivia requested him to tell her a bedtime story, she worriedly asked him if he'd still love her and her brothers if he had a baby, and it broke his heart. He reassured her that, of course, he would and made a mental note that when they finally had a child, he'd do his best to ensure nothing changed regarding his regular phone calls with Olivia and sending them presents.

Seeing his fiancée happily helping him with the kids had him feeling some type of way; he couldn’t stop smiling, excitement vibrating just under his skin at thinking about her doing the same things with their own children.

On many occasions, she’d said their kids were going to be obsessed with him and love him more than her, but that wasn’t something he wanted—his future wife deserved their affection more, and he wanted them to be obsessed with her. He hated how she grew up—how she never felt loved, and he sure as fuck hated her family, and starting their own was a chance for her to have a do-over where she’d be loved unconditionally and knew her importance to him and their children. He just wanted her to feel loved and wanted, and he would do everything in his power to make it happen.

In the hours they waited for Steve and Connie to get back, they got a taste of what parenting together would be like, and he thought they didn’t do half bad—they got the boys ready for the day, getting them dressed, their teeth brushed, and hair combed. He saw how well she handled calming down a crying Nathaniel. They spent some time in the family room watching cartoons with the kids, and he helped Stevie with potty training, and she didn’t shy away from changing diapers. She French braided Olivia’s hair per the child’s request, giving her a plait on each side of her head. He showed her how to put Nate down for his morning nap, and they had lunch when the baby got up; then, they all piled onto the couch to watch The Little Mermaid.

Javier usually did most of this alone when the parents were away, but he had to admit that having someone helping him was nice and made things much easier.

Something he didn’t expect was how he somehow fell even more in love with her from being so good with the kids, and it showed him she was going to be an amazing mother one day—hopefully soon, if he got his way.

Javier was beside you on the couch with his arm over your shoulders and Stevie in his lap, Olivia on your other side, and Nate content sitting on your thigh with his back against you and a sippy cup in his hands as you all watched the movie.

"My favorite character is Ariel," Olivia said. "I'd love to be a mermaid and swim with dolphins! Tío's favorite character is Sebastian."

That was a piece of trivia you were not aware of.

Your head turned toward the girl. "Is that so? Has your tío watched this with you before?"

"Oh, yeah, it's my favorite movie!” That made sense since she had The Little Mermaid pajamas and bedding. “Last time, we ate ice cream sandwiches while watching."

Confusion came over you because you’d been sure Javi’s first time seeing this movie was with you—you’d been sure his first time watching many of the animated Disney movies had been with you.

“That sounds like fun,” you said slowly. “Have you watched other Disney movies with him?”

“Yep.” She pointed toward the entertainment center, where behind a glass door, you could see the spines of VHS cases, noting there were a lot of Disney titles and other children’s movies. “Um, I know we’ve watched Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, uh, Sleeping Beauty, Toy Story, Pocahontas, Aladdin, um, A Goofy Movie, um, oh! He took me to the movies to see Hercules!”

“I love that—have you watched Lion King together?”

He said he’d never seen it on your second date, and how he acted when you watched it on your third date made you believe it was his first watch.

“Nope—” She shook her head. “—I don’t like Lion King. It’s too sad.”

“It is kinda sad, and it’s okay that you don’t like it.” You gave her knee a pat before turning your head to look at Javi, whispering to him, “I thought you hadn’t seen Disney movies before we met?”

His face scrunched in confusion, meeting your gaze. “What? I never said that. I told you I hadn't watched Lion King, and I hadn’t. I’ve seen a few Disney movies with the kids—I figured you knew that…”

“I didn’t. I thought your first times were with me...”

“Some of them, yeah.” He shrugged. “They’re young children—what movies did you think we watched?”

“I don’t know, maybe Land Before Time or those cartoon movies not made by Disney.”

You felt dumb for not putting two and two together after he told you about Olivia and her brothers early on in your relationship—of course, it’d make sense he’d seen some of the movies before you got together.

Olivia interrupted. "We don't watch Land Before Time because it makes tío cry."

Your face softened, reaching across your body to caress his cheek. "Oh, babe, because of Littlefoot's mom?"

He was frowning, letting out a sigh, his eyes darting away from you. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “Messed up way to start a kid’s movie and fuc—freaking traumatizing.”

“Yeah.” You pushed the hair off his forehead. “The beginning is brutal. I cried the first time I watched it, too.”

The children’s dad shouted from the front door, “Kids, we’re home!”

“Mommy and Daddy are home!” Stevie said, crawling off Javi’s lap to run their way.

“Mom!” Nate shouted, letting his sippy cup fall and needing help to get to the floor. He booked it the same way as his brother.

Olivia jumped up to go see them, too.

Javi leaned in close, your cheeks touching when he whispered into your ear, “I can’t wait to come home to kids who are excited to see me—can't wait to come home to you pregnant. I just can't fucking wait to have a baby with you."

You smiled. "I know," you said just as quietly. "I can't wait, either. You're gonna be such an amazing dad, and our babies will be lucky to have you."

"You don't know how fucking happy it makes me when we talk about having more than one—I get so excited, I feel like a kid on Christmas."

"You're so cute."

"Hey, Jav!" Steve called out. "The two of you need to come out here!"

Your fiancé kissed your cheek. "We better go see what he wants."

“Okay.” You took his chin in hand and moved his face in front of yours to give him a kiss on the lips.

Your hands were held when you both got up and made your way to where the family was, finding them all standing around the kitchen table, Connie holding Nathaniel and Stevie in his dad's arms—toward the end of the table you were closest to, sat a professionally made, circular, white frosted cake, with red outlining the top and fancy writing in the same color, spelling out, "Happy Birthday Javi!" and two lit candles shaped like a four and zero standing above the message.

The moment you entered the dining room, the Murphys started singing "Happy Birthday," and you joined in, Javi suddenly stopping.

"What's all this?" he asked.

It got to the part in the song where his name goes, and the adults said Javi, but Olivia and Stevie sang tío. When they finished singing, the three-year-old clapped his hands.

"It's your birthday party!" Steve said with a smile. "Get over here and blow out the candles so the kids can give you your presents and eat cake."

"Right," Javi replied, letting go of your hand to walk the handful of steps, leaning over the table between two chairs.

"Make a wish!" Olivia said.

His eyes closed, and he blew out the candles.

"Yay!" Stevie said excitedly, clapping his hands again. Nate copied his brother with claps and a big smile.

"What'd you wish for?" Olivia asked.

"If he tells you, then his wish won't come true, honey," her mom said.

Javi straightened, and you made your way to him.

"Oh, right," Olivia replied. "Can we have cake now?"

"Yes, baby girl," Steve answered, taking Nate when Connie passed him to his dad so she could cut the cake. "Olivia, go grab your tío's presents over on the coffee table." He nodded behind him, and the little girl ran in that direction.

Javi's voice was rough with emotion as he spoke, "You guys didn't have to do this..."

"Yes, we did," Connie said, putting a small slice on a tiny paper plate. "The kids wanted to celebrate your birthday with you and eat cake."

"Thank you." Your arm was around his waist while he pulled you closer to his side and kissed your hair.

Olivia came barreling back toward them with some folded papers in one hand and a small box under her other arm wrapped in red and white striped wrapping paper that was clearly meant for Christmas.

She stood beside him and handed him the folded papers first, which turned out to be handmade Birthday cards from the kids—the first one featured an array of colorful marker scribbles that had every color in the rainbow and an abundance of circles, the writing messy as if an adult was helping to guide their tiny hand to write in black ink, ‘Happy Birthday!’ Javi flipped it open to find a baby-sized orange handprint on one side, with ‘Love, Nate’ written above it in Connie's clean script, and on the other side was a blue toddler's handprint with the same messy handwriting from the front over it, spelling, 'Love, Stevie.'

His eyes were misty as he looked over at the boys. "Did you make this for me, Stevie?"

"Uh-huh." His little head nodded. "I colored it for you!"

"I love it, mi principito (my little prince). Thank you."

"What do we say when someone thanks us?" Steve asked his son.

Stevie smiled big. "You’re welcome!"

Javi's attention returned to his hands, putting the closed first card behind the second.

This one was clearly made by Olivia. She'd drawn a birthday cake with the frosting colored pink and a few candles on top, a bunch of vibrant balloons above it, and underneath, she'd spelled in block letters in different colors, ‘Happy Birthday!’ When he opened it, there was a colorful stick figure drawing of her family taking up both sides, their names written above each person, with Javi and you in the middle, and 'Cielito' put down as your name. Along the top in the child's script, it said, 'Happy Birthday to the best tío in the entire world! Love, Olivia.'

It surprised you that she added you amongst her family, and it warmed your heart, knowing how happy it would make Javi.

"Es hermoso, tesorito (It’s beautiful, my little treasure)," he said, sounding a little choked up. He pulled her in for a side hug. "Incluso incluiste a mi Cielito (You even included my Cielito)."

"Well, yeah," she replied, looking up at him. "Hablas mucho de ella y vives con ella, y te vas a casar con ella (You talk about her a lot and live with her, and you are going to marry her). Tuve que incluirla ya que va a ser nuestra tía (I had to include her since she is going to be our aunt)."

"Gracias, Mija (Thank you, Mija). Es perfecto (It’s perfect). I'm gonna hang these up at work so I can look at them every day." He sniffled and wiped at his eyes, handing the two cards to you. His head turned your way. "We're gonna need to pack these carefully."

"Of course," you said.

"Y aquí está tu regalo (And here is your gift)," Olivia held up the box to him, and he took it, quickly unwrapping the paper and opening it. He set it down on the table and pulled out what was inside.

It was a picture of Javi sitting on the Murphys’ leather sofa, holding a maybe six-month-old Nate in his arms, with Stevie and Olivia seated on each side of him, all of them, except Nate, who was chewing on his hand, smiling at the camera, the white ceramic frame around it covered in kid-drawn sunflowers and daisies, with ‘World's Best Tío’ written on the bottom in Olivia's handwriting.

He was smiling. "I love this—it’s gonna go on my desk," he said. His gaze went to his friends. "Thank you. This means a lot to me."

"You're welcome, Javi," Steve said, smiling.

"The kids had a lot of fun making your presents," Connie added, "and I've been meaning to get you a copy of that picture." Six plates with cake slices on them were sitting on the table.

“Thank you," he said again, gently setting it back into the box.

The birthday cake was eaten, and the majority of the hours you had left with the Murphys, Javi spent with the children while you took care of packing both of your bags, wanting him to have as much time with them as possible—the last thing you saw them doing was having a Nerf gun battle, Javi and Olivia versus the Steves; big Steve carrying around little Steve, both with weapons in their hands.

There was a lot of laughing and happy squeals.

A little later, when Steve and Connie walked into the guest room you were in, you were folding the basket of clean bedding.

"Oh, sweetie, you don't need to worry about folding all of that," the other woman said as she came over and carefully took the sheet you were holding, tossing it back in the basket.

"It's really not a problem," you replied. "I don't mind."

"We'll take care of it later." She waved away your words, then guided you with a hand on your back and arm to stand with them over in the space at the end of the bed. "We wanted to thank you for last night." She stepped to stand beside her husband, and he immediately put an arm around her.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry about how I acted." You covered your face with your hands.

"It's okay,” she reassured. "If I had been in your position, I would've wanted to kick that woman's ass, too, and to be honest, it made the night very exciting."

You lowered your palms. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. Steve—" She glanced at her husband. "—tell her about that time right after we got married when that woman tried to kiss you."

"First of all," he started, "I told that woman to leave me the fuck alone and was very blunt in how uninterested I was in her. Then she tried to lay one on me—Connie had stepped away to use the ladies' room—and next thing I know, my beautiful, amazing wife was pulling her off me by the hair, and gave her a black eye before myself, and a bouncer could separate them. We were lucky she wasn't arrested, but I had never loved her more." He had a dopey smile on his face as he looked at Connie.

"Sooo, I acted accordingly?" you asked.

"Yes," they replied in unison, focusing their attention on you.

You smiled. "That makes me feel better."

“We wanted to talk to you before y’all left,” Connie said, “and thought this was a good time since Javi’s busy with our babies.”

“Okay…” you replied, wondering what they wanted to discuss.

“We are so happy Javi met you, and you’ve been so good for him. We’ve never seen him happier, and the two of you are a great match.”

You were waiting for the ‘but,” their expressions turning solemn.

“We just kindly ask that you please don’t break his heart,” she continued. “With how head over heels he is for you, we worry about what would happen to him.”

Breaking his heart had never even crossed your mind, and you had no intention of doing it either—Javi was the love of your life, your person, your soulmate; doing anything to hurt him was unfathomable, and you got where they were coming from—imagining a life without him was bleak and painful, and you knew he wouldn’t handle it well.

“Oh,” you said, “Wow, you guys are giving me the shovel talk. Well, I just want to reassure you both—” You looked between them. “—that I love him more than anything, and I’m in it for the long haul; in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us part, he’s it for me—I can’t even picture my future without him.”

A small smile was on Connie’s lips. “That’s good to hear,” she said.

"We're serious when we say you're the best thing to ever happen to him," Steve added, also smiling softly. "I'm not used to seeing him so fucking happy, but it's a good look—he deserves this, and we just hate thinking about him losing it.”

“I completely understand your worries,” you replied. “You just want what’s best for him, and you’re great friends—he’s lucky to have you. I want him to have happiness, too, after all the shit he’s gone through.”

Steve took a deep breath, his free hand resting on his hip. “He’s been through the wringer, and it’s about damn time he catches a fucking break.”

“It really is, and I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure he’s happy.”

“We appreciate it,” Steve said—he scratched at the back of his neck. “Also, I’ll tell him on our next call.” He and Javi chatted every Thursday over the phone. “But, I’m sorry about what an asshole I’ve been. I don’t know what got into me.”

“You needed to get laid, Steve.” You reached out and patted his arm, Connie giggling. “We know.” His cheeks had reddened. “If I only boned five times in an entire year, I’d also be a dick to the couple who are clearly doing it on the regular.”

He sighed, averting his eyes. “Yeah…”

You smiled. “Looks like you guys had a great night, though.” It was obvious they were much more relaxed. “Connie’s even glowing.” You gestured toward her, and Steve stood a little straighter, his chest puffing out. “Now, I need you guys to promise me something.”

Connie’s face showed curiosity. “What’s that?” she asked.

“You’ll start going on at least one date a month—get a babysitter for the night and take some time for yourselves away from the kids to have some fun. If you can swing it, I highly recommend getting a hotel room so you can go wild.”

The other woman looked at her husband. “I did enjoy the room last night. I’m sure my sister would watch the kids for us once a month.”

Steve had a delighted smile. “I enjoyed it, too—it’s a great idea, and we should’ve thought of it sooner.”

Her attention came back to you. “We’ll try—thank you. There’s something we want you to promise us.”

"Lay it on me."

“We know y’all are adventurous in the bedroom, but promise us you’ll avoid getting arrested by having sex out in public.”

You cringed. “Last night was a first for somewhere that public, and I don’t think I could stomach doing it again anyway.”

"Good." She nodded.

"Well, thank you for having us," you said. "It was lovely to meet you all and see Javi with your kids."

"I told you he's great with them," Steve replied.

"Yes, he is—we need to figure out a date, but hopefully, you guys can make it to our wedding next month. I'd love for Olivia to have the chance to be some kind of flower girl.” You weren’t having a traditional wedding with a whole bridal party; it was going to be a small ceremony with Chucho, Javi’s cousin, Seb, and your best friend, Robyn, the only people in attendance. “We'll make it work somehow."

"She'd love that," Connie said with a smile.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Steve added.

When it was finally time to leave for the airport, there were a lot of tears and promises Javi would see the children again very soon—Stevie had to practically be pried from your fiancé's arms with the grip he had around the man’s neck.

The drive to the airport was quiet, with your hand in Javi's, knowing he was sad about leaving his best friends and their kids.

On the plane, your bags were safely tucked away in the overhead compartment, and your future husband was again wearing his leather jacket and sitting in the aisle seat. He distracted you with his mouth on yours for take off, and you were thankful he remembered your fear of flying.

There was hardly any talking between you, mainly because you both were exhausted and ready to sleep in the comfort of your own bed.

An hour into the flight, as you read your book with the small overhead light shining down on you in the dark cabin, Javi nudged you with his elbow to get your attention.

"Cielito, look."

He was smiling with his reading glasses lowered on his nose, his hands holding his own book, and your eyes followed the direction he nodded in.

Across the aisle, in the row ahead of you, a mother was holding her baby, who couldn't have been a year old, in front of her and doing something you couldn’t see that had the child erupting in happy giggles with a big infectious smile.

"I want one," Javi said.

You snorted, laying your head against his shoulder. "And we're doing our best to have one."

His face turned your way, and he whispered, "Yeah, we are—maybe we should try joining the mile-high club. I'm sure I could figure out how to make it work in that small space."

As horny as the thought made you, a disappointed sigh exhaled from your mouth.

"Can't," you replied. "I promised Steve and Connie we wouldn't have sex in public anymore."

His eyebrows dipped low, and his eyes slightly squinted. "Why would you promise them that?"

"'Cause we were having a heart-to-heart, and I made them promise to fuck at least once a month. Anyways, they said ‘public’ and were referring to the bar yesterday, so us messing around in your truck is still okay—basically, in my head, as long as no one's around, we're good."

His face relaxed. "I can work with that—yesterday and the beach were too fucking risky anyway."

"Right? If we're gonna have a baby, we gotta start being more responsible."

A smile pulled up on his lips. "Agreed—god, I'm so fucking excited."

"About getting married and having babies?"

His expression softened as his eyes stayed on yours, grabbing your left hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss the largest diamond on your engagement ring. "Yeah, and that I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend, living the fucking dream."

Next Day, Sunday, December 13

The day he’d been dreading had finally come—he was forty.

Forty.

That morning, he'd stood in the bathroom naked, staring at himself in the mirror, taking in every little detail of what he looked like after being on the planet for four decades.

There were more lines on his face and a grey hair on his head he plucked. He'd put on some weight, seeing his gut was softer and his face fuller.

He felt relieved that he still recognized the reflection—it was still him. He just had more wear and tear than when he turned thirty.

Cielito had woken earlier than she usually did on the weekends and found him doing his inventory of changes. He couldn't help it when he asked her if he was still attractive at his new age—he needed to know and have some reassurance. The question had her turning him to face her in order for her to press up against his front where she stared into his eyes and, honest to god, waxed poetic about how sexy he was for a solid five minutes; he'd felt much better afterward, and so happy, he sat her on the bathroom counter and ate her out.

He didn't want to make a big deal about his birthday—the small party with the Murphys was more than enough, and for today, he wanted to go to dinner with his fiancée and father at a decent steakhouse, where they both promised not to tell the servers it was his birthday so he didn't have to go through the embarrassment of being sung to by strangers.

As he said, he didn't want to make it a big deal—he helped Cielito make him breakfast, they cleaned up the apartment, washed their clothes from the trip, and ran some errands; typical things they’d do on a Sunday to prepare for the following week, plus relaxing on the couch and watching what she said was a Christmas movie he’d love: Die Hard.

She was right; this was the best birthday he'd had in years.

They'd gotten ready for dinner much earlier than they needed to so they could make a stop on their way.

His wi-fiancée looked stunning in her wine-red dress; the bodice had floral patterned lace, the skirt flaring out from the waist to stop just below her knees, and so she didn't get cold, she paired it with a jean jacket. Javier didn't feel like getting too dressed up and decided dark-wash jeans, a maroon button-up, and his black sports coat would do.

He held her hand as they quietly walked on the grass, his other fist carrying a small bouquet of bright orange and golden yellow marigolds; the wind was quietly whistling, two squirrels on a tree nearby were squabbling, and in the distance, faint sounds of cars traveling on roads met their ears, bringing life to a place where the inhabitants silently rested.

His eyes started watering before he saw the familiar stone, unable to stop from thinking how bittersweet this would be. They approached the headstone that had been so lovingly cared for, you couldn't tell it had marked this spot for close to ten years; the inscription was seared in his brain, knowing what it said without having to read the engraved letters and numbers.

Antonia Peña López

November 17, 1937-January 31, 1991

Beloved Wife, Loving Mother, Greatly Loved, and Sadly Missed

And he wished she knew just how greatly loved and sadly missed she was.

He bent down to place the flowers in one of the vases dug in the ground, grunting when he stood back up.

Cielito squeezed his hand to remind him she was with him, and he had to clear his throat before he could speak.

"Hola, Amá (Hi, Mom)," he said, "Te dije la semana pasada que por fin iba a pedirle al amor de mi vida que se casara conmigo, y lo hice (I told you last week that I was going to finally ask the love of my life to marry me, and I did)—dijo que sí (she said yes)." He held out his fiancée's hand to show the ring on her finger. He had to wipe at his eyes. "Me voy a casar, Amá. (I'm getting married, Mom). Estamos empezando nuestra familia (We're starting our family)," his voice cracked on the last word, and he cleared his throat again, ignoring the lump in it. "Estoy tan feliz, Amá, (I'm so happy, Mom)—nunca he sido más feliz y te extraño mucho (I've never been happier, and I miss you so much)."

Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"Ojalá estuvieras aquí para ver cómo me he convertido en el hombre más feliz del mundo (I wish you were here to see how I've become the happiest man in the world). Ojalá pudieras estar aquí para conocer a la increíble mujer con la que me voy a casar (I wish you could be here to meet the incredible woman I'm marrying). Ojalá pudieras vernos casarnos (I wish you could see us get married). Ojalá estuvieras aquí para conocer a tus nietos (I wish you'd be here to meet your grandchildren). Solo desearía que estuvieras aquí, Amá (I just wish you were here, Mom)."

His lips had started to tremble.

"Hoy cumplí cuarenta años y me di cuenta de que la última vez que mi cumpleaños se sintió como algo para celebrar, estabas viva, estaba en casa desde de la universidad en las vacaciones de invierno y hicimos un pastel de tres leches juntos. (I turned forty today and realized the last time my birthday felt like something to celebrate, you were alive, I was home from college on winter vacation, and we made a tres leches cake together). No ha sido lo mismo desde entonces (It hasn’t been the same since). Mi vida es mejor ahora, y prometo celebrar más mi cumpleaños el próximo año (My life is better now, and I promise to celebrate my birthday more next year).”

He smiled.

“Me habré casado con mi media naranja, podríamos tener un bebé, al menos, espero que tengamos uno, y probablemente viviremos en nuestra nueva casa (I will have married my soulmate, we might have a baby, at least I hope we will, and we will probably be living in our new house). Tendré muchas razones para celebrar (I will have many reasons to celebrate). Te amo, Amá, y te extraño tanto (I love you, Mom, and I miss you so much). Gracias por visitarme la otra noche (Thank you for visiting me the other night). Lo necesitaba (I needed it).”

He'd dreamt about his mother the night before he proposed, and it had felt like she was giving him her approval of the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

Cielito wrapped her arms around his middle from the side, and he hugged her back, sniffling loudly.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm okay."

"You know, wherever she is, she's so fucking happy and proud of you, right?"

His eyes blurred with more tears. "Yeah."

She squeezed him a little tighter, then moved from the embrace to look at the headstone.

"Hi, Antonia," she said, doing a little wave that made him smile. He knew she got nervous talking to his mom and preferred to speak English. "I love the ring." She held up her hand to show it. "It means a lot to me that it used to be yours, and I'm happy we have something to keep you with us every day. I just want you to know that I love your son so much, and I promise to take good care of him—he's everything to me, and I want him to be happy; I think you'd want that, too. So, I promise to take good care of him, love him with everything I've got, and make sure he gets that happy life we both know he deserves and want him to have.” She frowned. “I'm sad we never got to meet, but it feels like we have, and I want you to know that I love you, and our kids will love you, too, because you would've been the best abuela (grandma) to them. Thank you for raising such an amazing man, and don't worry, I'll keep him safe and love him forever."

The moment she stopped talking, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"I meant it all."

"I know."

Something that made Javier really fucking happy was how much the woman he’d chosen to marry loved his parents. She and his father got along so well they spent time together without Javier—she sometimes went out to the ranch after work to have a couple of beers with his dad and gossip about what was happening in town. Other times, she’d hang out with Chucho, and they’d cook Javier dinner together. And just like how Javier occasionally needed advice or a wiser perspective from his father, she did, too, and would visit him to talk things out. Javier loved that they’d bonded and developed a great father-daughter relationship.

Then there was how she never got a chance to meet his mother, yet through stories, pictures, home videos, and his mom’s recipes, she grew to love her and felt as though she knew her—Cielito genuinely loved his mamá, and had told him that when she makes his mother’s dishes, it made her feel closer to the other woman, and that meant so much to him.

He hated thinking about it, but there were so many signs that Lorraine was bad news, and one of them was how she never made any effort with his parents or wanted to—she hated going out to the ranch, she didn’t like to eat his mother’s cooking, and hardly spoke a word to them. He should’ve figured it out sooner that she was a waste of time. That she didn’t deserve him. That she wasn’t right for him.

He was with the right woman now. Cielito was the complete opposite of his ex—she actually loved him, she cared about him, she made an effort with his parents, and loved them, too; she enjoyed making his mother’s recipes, she learned Spanish for him and his family because she wanted to, and agreed to live at the ranch with zero convincing. She was perfect and everything he could want in a partner, and he was well aware that he didn’t deserve her. She was too good for him, and he was the luckiest man in the whole goddamn world that she’d chosen to be with him—she chose him.

They rode in his truck to the restaurant downtown and had to find parking on the street, ending up two blocks away before a spot was available. Christmas was weeks away, and people were out shopping at the small stores lining the road, and since it was dinner time, the restaurants were filling up—they had a small journey to make on foot, and neither of them minded.

It was one of those days where he needed her close because of the array of emotions he was feeling—there was unease from turning forty, sadness at missing his mom, regret for the things from his past on his mind, excitement at the prospect of getting married and starting a family, happiness from being with the woman he loved, and he was almost positive Cielito was hiding a new lingerie set under her dress, and that thought alone had him a little horny.

His arm was across her shoulders, keeping her against his side, his head tilted toward her as they walked and talked, his attention on her and her alone, loving the smile on her face, and her bright eyes, the smell of her perfume making him feel warm, and content—she smelled like home, she felt like home, she was home, and as long as she was with him, he would always be home.

"I'm telling you," she said, "your dad's gonna have a contract or something that he went through the effort to have notarized, or some shit to make it legally binding that he's okay living with a baby and will help us take care of them."

Amusement was on her face.

"He only had Friday to do something like that, and I doubt he could've done it in one day—I'm betting we just get a piece of paper that he wrote down he's okay living with the baby and helping us, that he signed on the bottom."

"Twenty bucks.” She glanced his way to meet his eyes as she smiled.

"What?"

"Twenty bucks says he went all out."

"Fine," he said. "I'm in, but don't be mad at me when I win."

His father was eager for grandchildren, would do anything to ensure he got them, and could be a bit ridiculous, but Javier didn’t think he’d go through so much trouble for what was essentially a joke, even though they all knew he meant what he promised.

She looked forward again. "Ha! You're the one who's gonna lose because your dad is—" she trailed off and suddenly stopped, and so did he. Her smile turned into a frown, and she glared at something ahead of them.

His lips turned down. "What?" He looked in the direction she was. "Fuck," he breathed. Javier got his hands on her shoulders. "Let's cross the street, baby," he said, trying to make her move, but she wouldn’t budge.

“No,” she replied. “We’re gonna ignore them and see if they’ll do the same. I need to know if they’ve stopped with their bullshit.”

He sighed. “I don’t think this is a good idea...”

She looked at him. “I promise, Javi, I won’t start shit if they don’t.”

“I know you won’t—I don’t have much faith in them.”

“Who knows, maybe they’ve grown as people.” She shrugged.

He highly doubted that.

"Hey, Javi.” The heavy Texan drawl of the woman’s voice had him tensing like he was hearing nails on a chalkboard.

“Or not,” Cielito said, looking at the group.

He sighed again, his attention going to the group of women, and sounded tired when he spoke, "Hi, Lorraine." She was with her cousin Tammy and her friend from high school, Tracy, the three women holding shopping bags. “Tammy, Tracy.” He nodded at each of them.

Javier was really fucking hoping this would be a quick hello, and they could continue on their way. “We’ve gotta get going,” he said. “We’re on our way to dinner.”

Grabbing his fiancée’s hand, he started to move and stopped when the interaction continued.

"I'm surprised you're still doing whatever it is you're doing with the same woman,” Lorraine said. “I'd think you would've grown tired of her by now with how you go through women."

He knew staying here was a bad idea. He ground his teeth, glaring, and didn’t have a chance to respond since Cielito beat him to it.

"Surprise, bitch," his fiancée said, holding up her hand, "we're engaged, so why don't you fuck right off with your shitty attitude and leave us the hell alone."

The other woman's eyes flashed as she looked at the ring. "His track record with weddings isn't great, and I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared on you, too; that's what he's good at, up and leaving, and I doubt him giving you a ring is really gonna hold him to marrying you—there’s also the fact he spent over a decade paying a different woman to fuck him every night, and I just think he’s too much of a slut to settle down."

Cielito lunged toward her, and Javier quickly had his arms around her to hold her back.

"You don’t fucking know him!” she yelled, trying to break out of his hold. “And I don't recall him getting you a ring, you jealous hag!" Lorraine scoffed, and the woman in his arms went still. "That's it," she said, having a realization. "You know, I thought it was really fucking weird that you're married and have a whole ass family but are so obsessed with a guy you dated for a handful of months and tried to baby trap—you're jealous," she stated matter-of-factly. "I bet Javi was the best sex you ever had, and you hate you couldn't keep him—it grinds your fucking gears that he's in an actual, loving relationship with another woman who gets that fucking spectacular dick on the regular and is treated like a goddess while your husband probably doesn't even know where the clit is, and only cares about getting himself off; honestly, with how much of a fucking cunt you are to Javi, I'm gonna assume the only orgasms you've had since him were with your own fingers because the man you're married to is godawful in bed and it wouldn’t shock me, most likely cheating on you—and that's what you fucking deserve for being the biggest, selfish, stuck up bitch in the world."

The other woman's face was bright red, and she dropped her bags, Tammy and Tracy immediately grabbing onto her to keep her from moving toward Cielito, her expression showing pure rage.

His wonderfully amazing, beautiful, badass wi-fiancée seemed to have struck a nerve, and he had to keep himself from laughing at the other woman’s anger.

"I'm not fucking jealous!" Lorraine shouted. "He was lucky I even bothered dating a loser like him! And he humiliated me! Me! I was the prom queen! I’m a beauty queen! I come from money! My family name means something here! He had the chance to be something more than a poor farm boy with me! You're delusional if you think he'd marry an ugly fucking nobody like you when he wouldn’t even marry me!"

He was already pissed off, but that made him want to scorch the earth she walked on. He stepped in front of Cielito, his tone going icier than the Arctic. "Shut the fuck up, Lorraine," he said, staring daggers at her. "I've had it with your shit."

The woman stopped struggling, eyes wide like she couldn’t believe he was talking to her like this.

"You can insult me all you fucking want,” he told her, “but you will not talk about the woman I love like that, no matter how fucking jealous you are of her—and she's right. You are jealous, and you should be because you don't hold a single fucking candle to her.” He pressed a hand to his chest. “I actually love her. I love her so fucking much, I proposed to her with my mother's ring, and what did I give you when you tried to trick me into marrying the devil incarnate? Fucking nothing because you meant nothing to me and deserved nothing from me. I'm done, Lorraine. I no longer feel bad about how things ended, and I’m fucking glad I left your ass at the altar because it led to me meeting the woman of my dreams who’s far more prettier than you and is somebody—she’s somebody better than you.” His hands went to his hips. “This is the last time you or anyone else in your shitty family harasses me—” He pointed at himself. “—or the people I love—it better be, or I'll get the Sheriff involved, and I’m sure with his connections over at the courthouse, they’d be more than happy to strap you fuckers with restraining orders.” Sheriff Arturo was respected and had a lot of pull in the community; he also was Javier’s boss and a family friend, who’d be more than happy to fuck with Lorraine’s family on his behalf. “As my future wife said,” he continued, “you can fuck right off; whatever this was is over. Have a nice life.”

His ex's face was so red, a vein was bulging in her forehead, while her mouth opened and closed, unable to speak from clearly being too angry and shocked. He grabbed Cielito's hand and pulled her around the other three women behind him. They were walking away, their backs to the trio, and he heard a frustrated scream, followed by an “I’m not jealous of her, and Rick isn’t cheating on me! He just works late at the office!” The other women were trying to calm her down, which made him smile.

It was about fucking time he told her off, and he felt free—a weight had been lifted; he no longer had to walk on eggshells. He was finally fucking free of his past, and it was like he could actually breathe.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss the woman he loved, who always stood up for him and was simply incredible. They went across a street to be on the same block as their destination, passing people as they walked.

Cielito came to a stop, and he did, too; Javier grunted when she shoved him into an alley, making him stumble a few steps. The space between the two buildings was wide enough for a walkway, and he was confused when he turned her way, his eyes widening when she grabbed the lapels of his coat and pushed his back against the wall, her mouth following to crash into his.

A surprised sound left his throat that turned into a guttural groan when it registered she was kissing him; his arms wrapped around her back to pull her closer to his body, sliding a hand down the rough denim of her jacket to the buttery soft satin of her dress skirt to grab her ass.

It was obvious she was turned on, and he moaned when she palmed his dick over the front of his jeans. He didn’t need to ask what had gotten into her and had her all over him in a random alley; he knew it was because of how he talked to his ex, and honestly, listening to her lay into Lorraine on his behalf had his pants feeling tighter.

Her tongue licked hotly into his mouth to massage his own, and this was just what he wanted—to make out with the love of his life after they both told off the witch that ruined his life. Adrenaline was running high in each of them, and it was making them horny.

She had his body lighting up, prickling sensations shooting through him and making him thicken in his jeans. It got to the point where his lungs started to ache for oxygen, and her lips left his to sloppily kiss over his chin and along his jaw, as they panted.

“I wanna suck your dick.” Her sentence was muffled into his skin, her hand lightly squeezing over his half-hard cock.

“We’re not supposed to do shit in public anymore,” he breathily replied.

He’d love to get a blow job; however, he was acutely aware of their surroundings and the fact there was a steady stream of people passing by the mouth of the alleyway.

Her lips were on his neck, and it had him breathing hard as she licked and sucked at the sensitive skin, the scrape of her teeth making him shiver.

“That was before you were really sexy and went off on that stupid bitch.”

It was tempting. He glanced toward the sidewalk and realized how visible they were; anyone walking by could just look their way and see everything going on. They had too close of a call at the beach when the lifeguard showed up right as Javier was about to take off her pants; then there was the fact people heard them fucking in the bathroom at a bar—too many risks had been taken over the last few days, and he knew their luck would run out sooner rather than later, and he didn’t want to spend his birthday in jail; his dad would be so disappointed, and Steve would never let him hear the end of it.

He swallowed hard.

“You can’t suck my dick here,” his words came out rough.

Her head popped up with a look of confusion.

“Why not?”

“Because I love you, and it’s too fucking risky. I also don’t want your knees to get dirty.”

She pouted. “But you were so hot, you deserve a blow job.”

He smiled. “You can give me one when we get home or if you really wanna play with fire on our way home.”

She breathed out a long sigh. “Fine.”

He took her chin between two fingers, his gaze moving between her eyes and mouth, wanting to kiss her.

“Good girl,” he rasped.

His hand moved to cradle the back of her head, and he pulled her forward to smash his lips with hers, kissing her hard—his other arm was around her back as he turned her, pressing her spine to the brick wall while she clutched at the shirt over his chest, and he fit his thigh beneath her dress, between her legs for something to grind on.

He swallowed her moan, a sharp spike of arousal stabbing him in the gut at feeling the heat of her bare pussy through his jeans—he’d thought she was wearing lingerie under that pretty dress, but it looked like she was wearing nothing and that had blood rushing to his groin. She rocked her hips for some friction while his tongue delved into her mouth to tangle with hers.

This was safe—all people would see was them making out like a couple of teenagers. They weren’t doing anything illegal by kissing, though her getting off on his leg would probably be frowned upon.

Javier didn’t care; he wanted her to feel good, and he was in heaven getting to kiss her—he loved the feel of her lips against his and how their tongues danced together in a familiar routine. He loved the slight taste of her cherry-flavored chapstick and hearing her breathy moans and whimpers as she used his thigh to get herself off. He loved the softness of her body pressing into his and the heady smell of her perfume that made him think of his face buried in her neck while she held him in the comfort of her arms.

He loved her.

And just a kiss had him drunk on her—her smell, her feel, her taste, it all consumed him, making her every thought in his brain.

Her arousal seeped from her cunt, and he could feel a wet spot forming on the denim covering his thigh, her hips rolling to chase her release. His big hands grabbed onto her waist to help her move against the firm muscle, his cock now fully erect and straining in his pants.

He spoke into her lips, low enough for no one to overhear, “Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna get off riding my thigh?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good—use me, baby—make yourself feel good. I wanna wear your come on my jeans, Cielito.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Mark me with it so everyone knows I’m yours. Make a mess of me, mi amor—keep rubbing that perfect clit for me.”

Her mouth separated from his, trailing wet kisses over the line of his jaw, to his neck, Javier’s eyes rolling back when she sucked over his pulse point hard enough to leave a mark—arousal was burning hot in his belly, sparks skittering through his body.

His voice was ragged, “I love you so fucking much.” He cupped her face, moving her head to get his mouth back on hers. “You were so fucking sexy sticking up for me,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m yours; all of me belongs to you. I’ll fight for you, I’d die for you, I’d go to war for you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, and I won’t let anyone fuck with you.” He kissed her. “You’re mine—you’re my everything, and when we get home, you can have me however you want.” Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to his hard-on. “This is yours.” He put her palm over his heart. “This belongs to you.”

“I’m close,” she moaned.

Both of his hands moved to grip the globes of her ass over her dress, canting her hips back and forth, assisting her movements. "Come on, mi amor, come for me. Keep riding my thigh with that pretty pussy, and come."

His mouth claimed hers once more, dampening her sounds and deepening the kiss with a press of his tongue between her lips.

Moments passed of their mouths fused together and her wet cunt grinding against the flexed muscles of his thigh, when she hit her peak, her motions stopping, and her body tensing up tight, coming with a loud moan that vibrated in the back of her throat. He broke the kiss, sharing her panted breaths.

"Good girl," he purred and caressed her cheek, pecking her on the lips before they blazed a trail across her jaw to her neck, where he tasted her salty skin, kissing and sucking at it as she came down from her high.

It took a minute for her to speak.

"It's your birthday," she said, "why am I getting all of the orgasms? There was this morning in the bathroom, and now this. How do you not have blue balls?"

His head lifted to look her in the eyes with a smile. “It is my birthday, and I’m doing something I love, which is making you come, and yeah, my balls are aching a bit from not getting off, but I’m saving myself for tonight because I’m curious about what you have planned—I saw you put the sex towel on the bed before we left the apartment."

The sex towel was a big, thick, black towel they brought out when they didn’t want to dirty the bedding, like if she was on her period or he was in the mood to make her squirt—it kept things from getting too messy. If the sex towel was out, it meant they were gonna have some fun, and he was dying to know what she intended to use it for.

She laughed, looping her arms around his neck. “I’m not gonna spoil the surprise,” she said, smiling big. “But you’re gonna lose your fucking mind and probably ask me to marry you again.” Her eyebrows wagged.

That had excitement thrumming through him.

He grinned. “It wouldn’t take much to make me propose to you again.”

“That’s true.” His fiancee nodded. “You, sir—” She poked him in the chest. “—are incredibly whipped.” She flicked her wrist and made a noise like she was cracking a whip, which made Javier chuckle.

“Yes, I fucking am,” he said proudly.

“God, it’s so hot how much you’re into me.”

“Yeah—gets me going how much you love me, too.”

“The sweetest man,” she replied, leaning forward to kiss him. Her eyes were on his when she pulled back. “We better get going. We’re gonna be late to dinner.”

“Shit.” He checked his watch, then looked at her. “Pop’s probably wondering where the fuck we are.” Javier stepped away from her and turned his back to the alley’s entrance to adjust himself in his jeans and hide his hard dick by trapping it under his waistband—a dark patch had formed over the denim covering his thigh from her come.

Facing her again, his hands held her face, and he kissed her tenderly, his gaze on hers when they separated, and his lips turned up in a soft smile—she looked just as happy and so fucking beautiful. He was kicking himself in the ass for not taking a picture of her before they left for dinner.

“I love you,” he said. “Thank you.” His thumbs stroked across the apples of her cheeks.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

“Loving me, marrying me, protecting me, making me happy—I can keep going.” He smiled. “Thank you for being with me and changing my life for the better; thank you for giving me shit to actually live for. And today, thank you for making this the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

“Even with what happened earlier?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I love it when you defend me, and it felt fucking amazing to go off on her—it was long overdue.”

“It was, and I’m proud of you.” She kissed him. “You also have nothing to thank me for—I love you, and all I want is for you to be happy.”

“I’m so fucking happy.”

Nothing was more true.

Javi was glued to your side as you walked the rest of the way to the restaurant. His arm was across your shoulders, keeping you tucked against him while his head was tilted your way, chatting about nothing important.

Before arriving at your destination, ringing sounded from inside your purse, and you wondered who would be calling. It took you a second to feel around in your bag to get the sturdy Nokia phone out, seeing your best friend’s name on the screen. You and Javi moved to the side of the sidewalk and out of the way of the other pedestrians.

“Robyn’s calling.” Confusion was laced in your tone.

“Didn’t you tell her we were going out tonight?” Javi asked.

“Yeah, this afternoon when I called her to debrief about our trip. I wonder what she wants.”

You hit the answer button and put the cell phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you said.

Her best friend spoke in her Texas twang. “What the fuck happened with Lorraine?”

“Hi to you, too—how in the world do you already know about that? It’s been fifteen minutes!”

“I’m at my mama’s, and she got a call from her neighbor, Miss Caroline, down the road, who heard from Mrs. Bell, whose daughter, Bernice, works at the jewelry shop downtown that Lorraine got into a screamin’ match with Javier Peña and the nurse he’s datin’ on the sidewalk outside the store—girl, you better spill.”

You were taken aback by how quickly word had spread.

“I cannot believe people are already talking about it…”

“Somethin’ excitin’ like Lorraine and Javier Peña havin’ a public quarrel? Of course, the news is gonna travel fast! You know better than anyone people still talk about their failed wedding.”

She made you frown. “That I do.”

“So, what happened? Tell me everythin’.”

“Well, Javi and I were minding our business, heading to meet his dad for dinner, when we ran into Lorraine, Tammy, and some other woman I didn’t care to get the name of—”

“Probably Tracy-Anne Walker,” Robyn interrupted. “She just goes by Tracy these days and is tight with Lorraine and her cousins.”

“Maybe?” you replied. “Anyways, we tried to ignore them, but Lorraine decided to open her big, stupid mouth to say some shitty things about Javi, and if he hadn’t held me back, I would’ve kicked her ass—instead, I called her out on being a jealous bitch because he’s with me, and Javi got a chance to lay into her, and finally, tell her to shut the fuck up. It was great; I thought her head was going to explode with how red she turned. Hopefully, she’ll leave us the fuck alone from now on.”

“I’m upset I missed the drama. From what I heard, after you guys left, Lorraine had a meltdown and had to be dragged back to their car.”

“Good. And that’s all that happened.”

“It’s surprisin’ y’all hadn’t crossed paths until now. It’s good you put her in her place.”

It was surprising you hadn’t had another encounter with her since the first one.

“There’s no way in hell I’d stand by and let someone talk to Javi like that,” you said, “and now she knows we’re not fucking around.”

“Yes, she does. Okay, I’ll let you get back to your evenin’. Tell Javi happy birthday from me again, and Chucho, hi.”

“Will do.”

“See you tomorrow at work.”

“See you.”

You clicked the end call button, and put the phone back in your purse.

“Everyone knows?” Javi asked, taking your hand.

“Yep,” you answered and started walking with him.

He breathed out a long, weary sigh. “Of course—this town is full of fucking gossips.”

“It’s annoying as fuck when you’re the gossip, but I’m guilty of enjoying hearing the tea.”

"I am, too—I love it when you tell me about what's going on at the hospital."

"And I love when you bring home hot goss from work—still not over that deputy finding out his wife was having an affair when he saw her at the motel he was doing a drug bust at."

It happened in a neighboring city.

"Yeah, talk about a fucking coincidence."

The place he chose for dinner was relatively new to Laredo. It was a nice steakhouse that only served locally sourced beef and had the best steaks in town. The owner was a local who'd gone to some fancy culinary school and spent time working in a Michelin-star restaurant before coming back home to open this one, and the food was surprisingly good.

Inside, the lights were slightly muted, the brick walls decorated in paintings of pastures, with some featuring cattle grazing. A bar was on one side of the place that could've come from an Old West saloon with all of the carefully crafted mahogany wood.

It was easy to spot Chucho when you arrived, the older man waving you over to the booth he was in. His white straw cowboy hat was sitting on the table with a cold bottle of beer and three menus, the man getting up as you approached with a beaming smile.

"Hola, mis hijos (Hello, my children)," he greeted and gave you a big bear hug when you were close enough, then a simpler hug to Javi that included some back pats. He looked your way when he stepped back. “Quiero ver el anillo (I want to see the ring).”

Holding out your hand, he took it in one of his as he admired the engagement ring through his glasses—the gold band that used to belong to his wife with a decent-sized princess cut diamond in the middle, flanked by two smaller ones on either side of it, Chucho’s eyes beginning to shine.

“Es hermoso (It’s beautiful),” he said. Glancing at Javi to your right, he continued, “A tu mamá le encantaría que intercambiaste el diamante original por algo más grande y estaría muy orgullosa de ti, Mijo (Your mom would love that you exchanged the original diamond with something bigger and she would be so proud of you, Mijo). Ella estaría tan feliz (She would be so happy). Permítanme tomar una foto (Let me take a picture).” He turned back to the table, lifting his hat to get his camera under it, and faced you again.

“De verdad, Pop (Really, Pop)?” Javi asked. “Quieres tomar una foto aquí (You want to take a photo here)?”

“Sí (Yes).” He nodded. “Quiero tomar una foto de la primera vez que la vi usándolo (I want to take a photo of the first time I saw her wearing it)—dale un respiro a tu padre (give your father a break). Estoy emocionado (I’m excited).”

“Yeah, Javi,” you said, looking over at your fiancé with a smile. “Let your dad enjoy this.”

“Fine,” Javi replied, wrapping his arm around you to pull you against his side.

Chucho put the camera up to his face. “Okay, Mija, put your left hand on his chest so we can see the ring.” You turned your body toward your future husband and pressed your left palm over his heart. “Perfect. Now smile—a bigger smile than that, Javier, you’re getting married!”

“Sorry,” Javi said. “People are staring.” He hugged you closer to him.

“That’s better.” The flash went off, making you blink as spots dotted your vision. The camera was lowered. “See, that wasn’t so bad. Now, please sit. I want to hear about your trip.”

“Thank Christ,” Javi said under his breath and let you scoot into the side of the booth you were going to share.

A server came over to get your drink orders the moment the three of you had settled in your seats, and Chucho put the camera back under his cowboy hat. Javi’s arm was around your back, with his hand under your jacket, drawing shapes against your dress-covered hip with his fingertip.

“How are Connie, Steve, and the kids?” the older man asked. He picked up his beer and took a drink.

“They’re great,” Javi answered. “Olivia’s Spanish has gotten better, and the boys have grown a lot since the last time I saw them. Steve and Connie are doing good, too.”

Chucho set the bottle down. “Good, good.” His dad nodded. “I’ll have to call Connie this week and catch up—I love talking to her. What’d you guys do while you were there, besides getting engaged?” He was smiling.

“We hung out with the Murphys,” Javi said. “Spent a day at the beach, went out for drinks with Steve and Connie, babysat the kids so they could have some time alone, and yesterday they threw me a small birthday party.”

“That was sweet of them. Did you get any gifts?”

“Yeah.” Javi smiled. “The kids made me cards, and I got a framed picture of me with them from my last visit.”

“I can’t wait to see it.” His attention turned to you. “Did you have fun and enjoy meeting Javi’s friends?”

“Yeah!” you answered. “They were wonderful and so welcoming. I had a great time, and I loved going to the beach. It was also really cute to see how Javi acts with the children—they love him so much.”

“I’ve heard.” He grinned. “He’s gonna be a great dad, which speaking of that—” he looked at the seat next to him toward the wall and picked up a large manila envelope he set on the table in front of you both, his eyes back on you. “—I said I’d put our deal in writing, and there it is.” He nodded at it.

Javi picked it up and unclasped the flap, pulling out a small, stapled stack of papers. His eyes moved over the first page before flipping through the others, the last one containing some kind of official seal and signatures.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Javi said in disbelief. His gaze landed on his dad. “You had your lawyer write up an agreement for you babysitting and us living with you?” He held up the stack. “You even have a rental agreement in here stating you won’t accept rent from us.”

“Figured that’d be good to have on paper.” Chucho shrugged. “You’re my son—” His head turned toward you. “—and my daughter-in-law and I won’t have you paying to live with me. Just having you there will be enough, and hopefully, I’ll have a nieto (grandchild) there, too.”

Leaning into Javi, you whispered, “You owe me twenty bucks.”

“Yeah, I do,” he said. “I can’t believe you went through all this trouble, Pop.”

“I needed you two to know I was serious, and what better way than a legal document.” He looked very proud of himself. “It was also time I met with my lawyer to update my will. We always had it that Javi would get everything, but I wanted to make sure you inherited all of mi Antonia’s jewelry and her recipe box, Mija.”

“Oh,” you breathed, your eyes suddenly burning. “You didn’t have to do that,” you told him.

His gaze was on yours, his mouth turned up in a sweet smile. “Yes, I did. It was important to me those things would go to you, even though I’m sure Javi would’ve given them to you anyway. I also wanted there to be something in there about the ranch staying in the family—I know you’ll have your new home to raise your children in and won’t need my old one, but I hope after I’m gone, one of your kids will want it.”

“Yeah,” Javier said, his voice thick from the emotional subject. “Of course, Pop. We’d never let anything happen to the ranch or your house.”

“Good.” He passed each of you a menu and took one for himself, his eyes scanning over it. “Let’s figure out what we’re eating and talk about happier things.”

Your future husband put the agreement back in the envelope and handed it to you to set out of the way on the booth seat beside you. The server returned with your drinks and a basket of freshly baked bread with soft butter, telling you they’d return to take your orders in a few minutes. As you all read over your menus, you idly chatted about the choices and were ready when the employee returned to find out what you’d decided on, taking the menus with them when they left.

“So,” Chucho started, his hand wrapped around the glass bottle in front of him, “have you had any ideas for your wedding?” His eyes went to Javi. “I can talk to Padre (Father) Jorge if you want to get married in the same church as your mamá and me. I still go there, and since you were baptized, I’m sure I can convince him to let you—he officiated a wedding there not too long ago between Juan Barocio’s oldest son and a nice Protestant girl.” He lifted his beer to his lips for another drink.

It was sweet of him to offer, and he was probably hoping you’d accept, but Javier and you didn’t want to have a big wedding and had no desire to get married in a church.

“Actually, Pop,” Javi said, adjusting in his seat to lean closer to the table and rest his arms on it, “we talked out what we want to do for our wedding.”

The bottle was set on the table again, and the elder Peña’s face brightened. “What have you decided?”

“You know the big oak tree up on the hill, you and mamá would take me to for picnics?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “Somewhere on the trunk, I carved her and my initials.”

No wonder that spot was so special to your betrothed; it was somewhere he had fond memories of and had made new ones with you there, too.

“Yeah, you showed me,” Javi replied. “We wanna get married there at sunset with just you, Seb, and Robyn with us, and afterward, we wanna have a party at your place—if you’re okay with it—to celebrate with everyone.”

Chucho’s expression had gone soft. “That would be a beautiful way to marry your media naranja (soulmate), Mijo, and of course, we can throw a party. Have you picked out a date?”

Javi and you looked at each other. “Hopefully, in about a month,” you answered.

“I’ll call Padre Jorge tomorrow to see when he’s available,” the older man said.

Your fiancé faced his dad. “We don’t want Padre Jorge to officiate,” Javi informed him with a shake of his head.

Chucho looked confused. “Did you have someone else in mind?”

“You.”

His father’s eyebrows lifted almost to his hairline. “Me?” He pointed at himself. “I’d be honored to do it, but Mijo, I’m not ordained—if I marry you, the law wouldn’t recognize your marriage; you wouldn’t be legally married.”

“We have a solution to that,” you said and met his eyes. “There’s this church that will let you get ordained through the internet.”

He frowned. “I don’t have a computer and have never used one... I wouldn’t know how to do something like that…”

“Easy solution: we can take you to the library, and I’ll help you—Javi can just watch since he hates computers and types with his index fingers.” You imitated the way he typed by pressing the fingertips of your pointer fingers against the tabletop, pretending there was a keyboard.

All of the times you’d visited him at his office, you’d never seen him touch his desktop computer once; you had, however, seen him use his typewriter and were absolutely tickled by how he stared at the keys like they insulted his mother and only used two fingers to hit them.

Javi looked at you. “Are you seriously making fun of how I type?”

Your head turned his way. “Lovingly,” you answered. “I’m lovingly making fun of how you type like an old man.”

He breathed out a sigh and focused his attention on his dad. “Anyways, what my rude, future wife is trying to say, is she’ll handle the computer shit, and we'll just be there for moral support.” His hand gripped your thigh under the table. “Isn’t that right, honey?” he asked you.

Your eyes narrowed in his direction. “Did you just honey me? You have never honeyed me—Cielito, amor, hermosa, cariño, baby, babe, light of my life, The Artist Formerly Known As Prince, and Your Royal Highness, Queen of my heart, are all acceptable terms of endearment, that are incredibly sweet, and cause me to swoon like a Victorian woman who’s caught a glimpse of a male wrist; honey makes me feel like you’re mad at me or being condescending, which I know, it’s what Steve calls Connie, but they’re so… vanilla.”

“Is that your nice way of saying boring?” His amused gaze met yours.

“I mean… you said it.”

“They are vanilla, and I’m sorry, baby,” he said, rubbing his hand over your leg. “Let me try again—isn’t that right, Your Royal Highness, Queen of my Heart?”

You giggled and playfully smacked his arm. “You smartass. I do kinda like that, though. Back to our discussion.” Your focus shifted to Chucho. “Yes, I’ll handle the computer and do all the work while the two of you stand behind me looking handsome.”

The elder Peña chuckled. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll get ordained if you’ll help me do it. I’m touched you want me to be a part of your special day.”

“There was no version of our wedding where you weren’t there, Pop,” you truthfully told him. “We love you, and you’re important to both of us.” You gestured between yourself and Javi. “Having you officiate one of the happiest moments of our lives would mean the world to us and was how we hoped we’d be married.”

The older man’s eyes had gotten watery as you spoke, and he had to take off his glasses to wipe at them.

“Yo también te amo, mis hijos (I love you, too, my children). Me han hecho el padre más feliz y orgulloso (You have made me the happiest and proudest father). Desearía que mi Amor estuviera aquí para compartir esta felicidad conmigo (I wish my Love was here to share this happiness with me). Tengo que ir a verla mañana para darle la noticia (I have to go see her tomorrow to tell her the news). Ella estaría muy emocionada (She’d be so excited).” He sniffled, putting his glasses back on. “¿La visitaste hoy (Did you visit her today)? Le costaría creer que su nene tenía cuarenta años (She’d have a hard time believing her baby boy was forty years old).”

“Sí, Pop (Yes, Pop).” Javi answered. “Nos detuvimos en nuestro camino hacia aquí (We stopped on our way here). Nosotros necesitábamos (We needed to).”

“Bueno, bueno (Good, good).” He held his son’s gaze. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javiercito (Happy birthday, Javier). Te has hecho un hombre increíble y no podría estar más orgulloso de ti (You have become an incredible man and I couldn’t be more proud of you). Sé que tu vida no ha sido fácil, y como tu padre, me mató ver todo lo que has tenido que pasar sin tener ninguna manera de detenerlo (I know your life hasn’t been easy, and as your father, it killed me to see everything you had to go through without having a way to stop it). Me siento aliviado de que finalmente estés a salvo en casa, donde perteneces, y de que hayas conocido a una mujer maravillosa que te hace sonreír y te ama tanto como tú la amas a ella (I’m relieved that you’re finally safe at home, where you belong, and that you met a wonderful woman who makes you smile and loves you as much as you love her). Tu madre y yo rezamos durante años para que seas feliz de nuevo, y ahora lo eres (Your mother and I have prayed for years for you to be happy again, and now you are). Esperábamos que encontraras a tu media naranja y tuvieras tu propia familia, y finalmente está sucediendo (We hoped you’d find your soulmate and have your own family, and it’s finally happening). No he estado tan feliz desde que tu mamá estaba viva y aún vivíste en casa con nosotros (I haven’t been this happy since your mom was alive and you still lived at home with us). Feliz cumpleaños, Mijo (Happy birthday, Mijo).” He held up his beer. “Se te ha dado una segunda oportunidad en la vida y esta vez, sé que estará llena de felicidad y amor (You’ve been given a second chance at life, and this time, I know it will be filled with happiness and love)—finalmente estás obteniendo todas las cosas buenas que te mereces (You’re finally getting all of the happy things you deserve).”

Glancing over at Javi, his cheeks were wet, and you leaned your head against his shoulder as you raised your glasses. The two men took drinks before you all set them down.

“Gracias, Pop (Thank you, Pop),” Javi said. His hand lightly squeezed your thigh, and you grabbed it to lace your fingers together. “It’s been a great birthday.”

“I’m glad, Mijo,” Chucho replied. “That reminds me, did the two of you really have an, eh, altercado con Lorraine en su camino hacia aquí (altercation with Lorraine on your way here)?”

“Lorraine started it!” Javi and you said at the same time.

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IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] - CHAPTER IV

Secondo's little mischief against you at the library leads to the perfect opportunity to try something new, a brand new window of lustful opportunities opening for both of you.

We are almost there everyone! I hope you enjoy reading this chapter just as much as I have enjoyed writting it. Special thanks to @baelzbu/@bupia for all her support on this adventure and to @yollur for his beautiful Secondo art which immensly fuels my thirst for the Mr. Worldwide impersonator. Tw/tags: smut, +18 warning, established relationship, m/f relationship, teasing, vouyerism, overstimulation, use of cuffs, use of sex toys (dildo, sucker and plunge), dom!reader, sub!Secondo, cum eating, panty sniffing, slapping, edging, orgasm denial. 3.9K words.

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The excitement you are feeling is too much to hold. Your steps carry you swiftly towards your room, the cogs in your brain turning, already anticipating your plan. You have been thinking about this for a while. The idea of being a dom to Secondo has always been hiding at the back of your mind, always present. Talking to Secondo about it had never led to anything, not that he was against it or that he had declined the proposal, far from it, but there was never a good excuse for you to be dominating with him, never a feasible chance for you to assert some type of power. You knew you needed it, you were not as serious as him, as terrifying as him. Except now you had a clear and honest reason for it to happen: revenge.

Secondo had made a mess of you in the library, for sure he was having the time of his life in your rooms, laughing at your predicament. It had taken a while for you to be able to exit the area, the aftershock and the bliss had made you unable to think straight, far less walk straight. So, you had sat there, collecting and listing all the ideas that you had had over the years about how to make Secondo beg, cry and moan for you. It must be a kink of some sort, you think, but the idea of having Secondo under you, moaning, salivating at the pleasure you are giving him… such a manly man, reduced to a begging orgasmic puddle of bliss and cum and moans and cries and Italian obscenities… It drives you insane. It is not a want, it is a need and oh, by Olde One, you are going to get that man to scream your name in need and pleasure like the little whore you know he can be.

In a few minutes you reach your rooms, stopping in front of the door. You are nervous, you can tell, but you need to look serious for this, angry even. It is time for the show and the curtains are rising.

When you enter, Secondo is completely naked and spread on your bed, peaceful and next to the pillow full of his cum. That almost gets you, but you hold your non-serious reaction and instead offer him a deafening silence.

“Tesoro! I was certain you would be able to come back on your own two feet! Buon lavoro!” The look you give Secondo is one of annoyance, it is crucial for your plan to work. He needs to feel like he has hurt you. You walk slowly, ignoring his comment, barely passing next to him but close enough to notice him raising a brow. Placing the book you had gotten from the library on your nightstand table, you turn away, not looking at him anymore. “Cara?” He asks, a bit hesitant.

You head towards the bathroom, hoping for Secondo to follow you. Turning the faucet on, you start cleaning yourself on the sink, mostly your makeup and the sweat that had accumulated from your spicy public adventure. Suddenly, the sound of bare feet against the bathroom tiles alerts you that Secondo is right behind you, and as you raise your head from the sink, his gigantic figure looms above you with an apologetic look.

“Tesoro, please, talk to me. Are you mad at me?” He asks, his voice sounding a bit dry.

As much as it pains you, you need to hold on a bit longer. He has to feel guilty enough to get him just where you want him. Secondo in the meantime is trying to get you to speak by enveloping your waist with his big arms and torso while nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. Of course, he knows that if you truly didn’t want him around you would say something.

“Cara, my love, tesoro, empress of my heart… per favore, tell me what bothers you. Was I too rough? Did you not like it?” You exhale, trying to sound exasperated and walk towards the door, standing just outside the bathroom. You wait there, Secondo coming right behind and with that, you turn. He is, as you imagined, leaning towards you, both hands grabbing the exercise bar that stands at the top of the door frame. His beautiful figure is launched forward, glistening with sweat and his cock lazily twitches between his legs.

“Gosh, I love it when you ignore me, you are so fucking hot, but also, you are so mean to me, love… parlare, per favore.” That’s it, you have him just where you wanted him.

Closing the gap between your bodies you reach to kiss him gently, you don’t want him to get too desperate, just unfocused enough to act. Your tongue brushes his painted lips, savouring the greasy taste, asking for permission, which he gives, and you kiss him deeply but slowly. Secondo hums in your mouth, of course, he was desperate for contact, for your kisses.

*click*

Slowly you part from the kiss, and Secondo’s eyes are open, looking up at where his hands are, where his cuffed hand is, tugging at it with a surprised look. Moments before, you had extended your hands, taking advantage of Secondo’s posture to cuff one of them to the exercise bar. Secondo could have known a lot about your whereabouts at the library, but what he couldn’t have guessed is that you had stopped by Terzo’s quarters to ask for a pair of handcuffs. Terzo had hilariously accepted with a: “I don’t really want to know, but make him suffer.”

“What is this, tesoro mio?” Secondo asks, still looking at his now imprisoned hand.

“I told you that I was going to get my revenge, one way or the other…” You peck his lips playfully.

“And this is your idea of revenge? Cuffing me up to the bar?” Secondo scoffs and you laugh as if that was the most hilarious joke you had heard in your life. That makes him stop his mockery completely.

“Caro, you truly don’t know me if you think I would leave it to just that, oh no. I have a whole… session prepared just for you.” You tease, heading towards your wardrobe, looking for something very specific. After a few seconds you see it, the Secondo-shaped dildo and the vibrator that you bought along with it. Slipping the dildo into the silicone toy provides a pop sound that makes Secondo jolt. He is unable to see what you are doing from his angle, you could be sharpening some knives to cut off his dick and he wouldn’t know. But no, your revenge is going to make him beg.

Very slowly you walk towards the bed, your steps deliberately sensual and with a low vow that gives a perfect angle of your ass, you place the dildo on the mattress. Without moving, you glance back to see Secondo swallowing hard, his soft dick twitching slightly, already ready for another round.

“Tesoro, what-?”

“I don’t want you talking” you interrupt “I just want to hear you beg and moan as I take what I need from you, understand?” He nods. “You are going to be taking only what I give you, and I don’t want you to cum, if you do, there will be no prize afterwards, capisce?” Secondo blushes, his naked form heating from the teasing and the threats, and subsequently, his cock starts to get larger and rise from its place on his thigh. “And to ensure you don’t do it… I brought something to help you, aren’t I nice?” You laugh, leaving the keys to the cuffs right beside the book, a reminder of his ‘crime’ against you. Then, you stand up, reaching for the wardrobe once more to get all the tools you need for your punishment. On your way there you take off your shirt, discarding it on the floor, your lacy black bra the only thing between the cold air and your tits and you can feel Secondo’s gaze burns into you as if taking away the items of clothing that linger on your body. You blush slightly, but you do need to keep your composure, you are in charge for once, and you don’t want that role to falter right at the start of it all.

At the wardrobe once again you retrieve two things: a clitoral sucker and a penis plunge. The sucker you leave at the bed, next to the dildo, but the plunge you take with you directly to Secondo. During your whole stroll towards him, he is looking into your eyes, hard and punishing and primal, but there is nothing you can do to avoid how wobbly your legs feel when his darkened orbs burn into your soul. Once there, positioned almost skin to skin, you touch his cheek, his eyes still looking at yours, but he smiles candidly and then it turns into a toothy grin filled with desire. You kiss him, this time passionately, taking the hand on his cheek directly to his half-hard cock. Secondo doesn’t know what you are planning, you have surprised him this time, not that you don’t every single day as he discovers new things to love you for, but this? Oh, he is going to love seeing this side of you. You taking the lead surely wasn’t on his mind but now he cannot think of anything else. Palming his erection makes him hiss, your cold hand on his hot member creating this chill of need that makes Secondo’s blood rush to the place he needs it the most. With a few pumps his tip comes out of hiding accompanied by a soft groan. Secondo tilts his head backwards as you move your hand up and down, trying to get him as hard as possible.

“Love… without lubricant, this is starting to hurt a bit.” He comments and you chuckle bitterly.

“Who allowed you to speak? I surely did not.” You spat at him, Secondo looking back at you with a dumbfounded stare. Who are you and what have you done with his tesoro? He is not complaining however, this is turning him on so fucking much. “We are going to try this…” You say, showing Secondo the plunger. “If you don’t like it let me know and I will take it out entirely. This is supposed to help you not to cum, but I am sure you can take it, huh?” The explanation seems to have fallen on deaf ears because he looks like he wants to let you do whatever you want to him. “Do you understand?!” You shout, hitting the door frame with your hand, in return getting Secondo out of his trance. He nods fervently, seemingly scared of your sudden anger “Bene.”

With care you grab Secondo’s erection, pumping it again a couple of times and getting the plunge ready to enter his dick. Slowly you tease his tip with the device, situating it on its urethra and with a teasingly slow motion you push the plunge inside. Secondo hisses, his spine arching so you stop until he signals that you can continue, and you do until it is all the way in.

As a reward for his good behaviour, you kiss him fervently. “You did so good my love, I am so proud of you!” You coo, and Secondo smiles, noticing that his cock is twitching slightly, probably stimulated by the plunge. “Unclasp my bra for me, will you?” Secondo obeys, getting his free hand behind you which makes you close the gap between you two, your covered breasts touching his naked chest. Once he manages to unclasp your bra, it falls right to the floor and now your bare breasts are touching his burning surface. They feel so soft against his skin, like the softest pillows he has ever felt. How bad he wishes he could do to them what he did to the cum-filled pillow lying on the bed. No, he thinks, right now he must behave, he has to be a good boy so he can get the reward you have promised. Nonetheless, that doesn’t stop him from being a little teasing brat and raising his hand and trying to touch them. You catch him in the act, slapping his hand downwards. “Ah ah ah!” you shake your head “No touching, not you, not me… just watch and take what I give you, remember?” He nods once again, amazed by how well the dominant role suits you. “I might need to punish you for that…”

You push Secondo aside, entering the bathroom once more and placing yourself looking at his broad, muscled and very seductive back. You prepare yourself as best as you can and without a word you slap Secondo right on his left butt cheek, making him hiss and leaving a reddening mark on the white surface of his very tender ass. “That’s for the scene at the library!” You announce and then go again, this time on his right cheek, making a dry and echo-y noise that reverberates all along the dark bathroom behind you along with another grunt from Secondo. “That’s for fucking a pillow instead of me!” and then you go again, this time slapping his whole ass with one motion. “And that’s for trying to touch my tits when you were not allowed to!” With that Secondo moans sweetly, the pleasure from the pain leaving him breathless and oh, the sight before you is glorious. Secondo’s perfect ass, so perfectly sculptured is red and steamy and full of the marks of your small hand, compared to his that is.

Leaving him alone you return to the bed and just before you do anything else you strip completely before him. Of course, you do it slowly, you tease him. You sit on the bed, looking directly at him. The shoes come first and you take a moment to massage your ankles and your feet, both sore from the pressure you did at the library, which makes you moan, but of course, you exaggerate it and in return you see Secondo pushing his lips together, trying to hold something in. Rising to your feet once more, you grab the waistband of your pants, stretching them slightly and sliding them to your feet. The only item of clothing left on you are your matching black laced panties, like the last bow on a pristine-looking present that you are going to tear apart in a few seconds, but you are going to savour this.

You sit once more on the bed, pushing yourself backwards until you are in the middle of it, the undone sheets around you nestling your body perfectly and the dirty pillow… right next to your head. Laying down there, you open your legs and bend your knees until Secondo has a perfect view of your glistening panties, stained with the previous release. The drama has to continue, this is going to be the best acting anyone has ever seen, so you throw your hands backwards, one of them falling on top of the pillow.

“I just got so frustrated, reaching an orgasm so strong all alone, trying to be quiet, it was so…” you exhale again “…unfair.” With a quick motion you sit on the bed, your boobs bouncing against your chest. “And here you were…” you say, grabbing the pillow “moaning and grunting as you pleased, fucking a pillow instead of my tight cunt that is always needy for your cock?” Two fingers search the inside of the pillow, the cum there is cold but still liquid, you take out some and inspect it, rubbing your fingers together, feeling the sticky texture. “I honestly feel insulted…” and with that you open your mouth and push the two fingers to your tongue, sliding them down and leaving the trace of Secondo’s release glistening there for him to see what he is missing.

On the bathroom door, you observe a very tense Secondo, the shadows of the room hardening his features, his white eye shining against the dark, and right now, he is flexing his free hand, probably trying not to touch himself to the very nice show you are offering.

Discarding the pillow to the floor makes a wet sound, a given with how much Secondo cums inside of you regularly. Nonetheless, it never ceases to amaze you just how much jizz he can produce. Once you let him do so after all of this teasing, you hope for it to be the best release of his life.

There is a small moment of realization on Secondo’s face when you go and reach for the dildo. The vein on his cuffed hand gets more visible, he is grabbing the bar with too much force. ‘But the real spectacle hasn’t even started yet!’ you think, looking at Secondo in the eyes. The air stays still, and no sound in the room can be heard, none at all that is until you turn the vibrator on and Secondo lets out a low-pitched moan, music to your ears.

You turn it off after a couple of seconds. Secondo’s head falls forward, thankful for the moment of calm, but then you turn it again and press it against your clothed entrance. Secondo jumps, his knees go forward and he screams in pleasure.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkk……….”

From your position you see Secondo’s dick vibrating, the entirety of it, the same rhythm as the toy, just as you had suspected.

The tingly feeling feels amazing but you need more contact, so turning off the dildo once again you take off your panties. Secondo huffs, grateful once more. It seems like the mix of the vibrations and the plunge are making him edge over and over again, but he also seems to be enjoying the punishment. You make the panties into a tight ball in your fist and throw them towards Secondo who, in the last second, looks forward and grabs them with some difficulty.

“Just a little reward, so you can feel me closer.” You explain, blowing him a kiss.

The feeling of the toy next to your core right now is not that of silicone but of Secondo’s hot and pulsating flesh, the bluish light that surrounds it confirming it.

“Here we go again dear… remember, don’t cum…” and with that the dildo vibrates again. Instantly, Secondo brings your dirty panties to his face, muffling his moans and groans, inhaling your scent. His dick vibrates once more and you can feel it so clearly teasing your wet and dripping entrance. But you need more.

As best as you can, and without stopping the dildo this time, you reach for the sucker, turning it on and pressing it against your clit. The mixture of both the sucking and the vibrations make you lay entirely on your bed, your knees folding, your legs opening, each pushing hard against the bed.

“FUCK, Satan, oh fuck… that’s amazing!” Your hips buckle forward and your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“MMMMMMMM, GHHHHHH!!!” You hear from the bathroom door and your eyes open to look at Secondo, you have never seen him as beautiful as he is right now.

He looks so lost in the agony and the pleasure you are providing. His gigantic form looks weak and needy, his paints are messed and mixed together with patches of grey spreading across his neck and cuffed arm. His knees are trembling, barely holding him in place. His dick is throbbing and vibrating with ecstasy, the plunge almost unable to stop his release. Your panties are in his mouth, muffling his cries. His eyes are filled with tears and his free hand is digging into the flesh of his leg, making it bleed.

His image, so fucking sinful, so fucking perfect. You are sure he is thinking the same about you, how perfect you look with his dick between your legs, how insanely tempting you are lost in your pleasure. You regret not having him close right now because you just want to kiss him, so deeply, so fucking much it is making you dizzy. The sucker takes your clit deliciously, sending shock waves of pure lust through the nerves of your head, your chest and ending on your toes, which twitch and contort with involuntary delight. Your hips launch forward once more, the toy vibrating in your entrance, getting coated with your juices.

“mmmmm! MMMM! HMFFF!” Secondo ‘says’, it was a good idea to give him your panties. You make a mental note about him looking delicious and gagged for future indulgences.

“You are taking it so well, agh, you feel so good, vibrating for m-me, mmmm, teasing my entrance, the place where you belong, between my legs, my dearest sinful serpent…” With a flick of a switch, the vibrations from the dildo go faster and you start to rub it along your folds. “Oh my dear… agh, aaaaaa, so fucking good, so good for me, so so good…” You moan. At this point, you cannot see Secondo, the tightening in your abdomen making you close your eyes in pleasure. However, if you did open your eyes you could have seen Secondo almost falling to the ground in pleasure, both of his hands now grabbing the exercise bar, his knuckles white, his eyes fixated on your form, twisting from the pleasure and he can’t do a fucking thing. It almost makes him feel like a dirty peeping Tom, seeing you so horny, taking all that you need and him wanting to fuck you so badly but just hide in the shadows.

Despite all of that, you don’t need to see him, even if you feel his eyes on you, his sweet noises are enough to fuel your imagination. That added to all the stimuli between your legs sends you over the precipice.

“Secondo, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck, look at me, agh- SECONDO!” You cry, your release so strong that you even squirt over Secondo’s length.

With that, your saliva-filled panties fall from Secondo’s mouth. “AUGHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH” You hear his scream and look at him with a worried look. He seems to be fine, he is looking at his enormous erection with pride and he hasn’t come, he has made it through.

With uneven breaths you stand up, get the keys for the cuffs and go to help your love.

“I-I did it…” He breaths, raggedly, he has made a lot of effort but he does look proud so all your worries dissipate.

“You did! I am so proud of you! Did you like it?”

“It was fucking perfect… so hot, fuck, you were so selfish tesoro, fuck me... We have to do this more often…” Secondo says, a truthful smile on his lips. Instead of saying anything you grab his neck and peck his lips, something brief and sweet.

“Tesoro, are you going to leave me like this?” He remarks, nodding his head towards his throbbing erection.

Unlocking the cuffs you offer him a devilish grin “What do you mean? I am not finished with you... because your wish is my command."

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Italian translations:

Buon lavoro: good job

Cara/o: dear

Tesoro (mio): my teasure

Bene: good

parlare: speak

per favore: please

capisce?: understood?

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misguidedlavender · 7 months

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happy birthday, toontown rewritten.

time to get sappy!

on a warm, sunny day, on august 20th, 2013, i booted up my familys ancient windows vista PC to redeem my 1 month membership card for toontown online. after going to the main website, as id done a thousand times before, there, in small white lettering, on a bold red background, i read the most earth shattering words that could have ever shaken my small teenage self. attention, toons! toontown online will be closing on september 19, 2013. i, along with many other kids and adults, felt our souls be crushed. i ran to toonbook to see if anyone else had seen it already. the heartbreak was palpable. our precious game, our fun little paradise, our home away from home, was going away in just a months time.

i remember playing nearly every day from that point on, doing everything i possibly could, holding hard and fast to what little time i had left before toontown shut down for good. i remember the communitys desperate pleas to disney to not close the game in the form of many change.org petitions. i remember the fiery anger at the original blog post, stating that disney wanted to divert resources towards club penguin (which was quickly edited out, of course). but so it goes, in the normal course of business, the cries of hundreds of thousands of children went ignored.

on the morning of september 19th, 2013, i woke up early to gather in toon valley of toontown central to bid farewell. my goodbye was not even remotely clean or graceful. i was booted out maybe an hour or so before the game officially shuttered at noon. and that was it. no fanfare or final words. there was silence, and there was sadness.

but in the midst of our collective grief, whispers began to spread around toonbook. did you hear? this guy on mmo central forums says hes gonna revive the game. no way, thats not possible, the games dead, obviously. but in a few days time, a proof of concept was revealed. from the cynicism, a different tune emerged. the sound of hope.

toontown wasnt coming back. it was being rewritten.

in the many years ive played this game and been a part of its community, ive made so many precious memories and friends that have become core parts of my soul. it has served as an endless fuel for my creativity and introduced me to so many incredible and colorful people. heck, i married the guy i met through this game. ttr was there throughout my most formative years. even in my darkest moments, i never strayed too far from the trolley. i would be such a vastly different person without ttr. i will never not be grateful for all the opportunities, memories, love, and happiness that ive experienced because of this game.

with all the warmth i can afford, happy 10th birthday toontown rewritten. against all odds, you have survived—no, lived—a full ten years powered only by the love of community who refused to let their home disappear. your persistence in the most unlikely of circumstances is emblematic of why its worth it to keep striving. in the face of despair, what most would see as a stop sign, you saw as a giant green light. you radiate an infectious passion that makes me smile even when i dont want to. you are a happy respite in a world that is difficult, dark, gray, and full of cogs. you taught me that, no matter how old i am, silliness and fun arent something to grow out of, but essential to our existence.

geez, im getting a little misty eyed. i should stop here. thank you for everything ttr. heres to another decade of happiness.

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toast-tales · 1 year

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In the World of Monsters, P17

Read on A03 | Chapter masterlist can be found here

Nathan decides to face his fears. Contains g/t safe, soft vore, a reluctant predator/willing prey, language, and a good bit of angst.

Hard to Swallow

"...what?" Christopher asked, wide-eyed and blinking as if he hadn't heard Nathan right.

Nathan breathed in slowly, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. "Just listen. If it's a bad idea you can shoot it down, but I think it's the best chance we have if I...can do this."

Nathan did not look down towards Danny as he began telling them his plan. He was barely keeping himself together at this point—seeing what was surely a horrified, disgusted expression on her face would make him lose his resolve. It made him feel sick to his stomach even thinking about it.

Once he had finished relaying the full extent of his idea, an uncomfortable silence fell between them all.

"I...won't deny that's the best plan we've come up with so far," said Christopher slowly. Nathan could almost see the cogs spinning in his brain as he stared distantly, before meeting Nathan's eyes with a concerned expression. "But...Nathan, I mean, there's a reason I didn't suggest you eating Danny earlier. Her size aside, I know how you feel about that. You don't have to force yourself, we can figure something else out—"

"No!" cried Nathan, his voice coming out a bit louder than intended. He could feel his pulse quickening, but tried to take another breath to calm down. "It's just...you're right, I really don't want to, I think it's horrible, but if it's what it takes to free the humans..."

A quiet voice next to him interrupted his train of thought. "Nate..." He looked down, slowly, feeling shame creep into his face as he finally met Danny's eyes. But there was no disgust, no hatred in her expression—only sympathy. "You really don't have to do this if you don't want to. We'll figure something else out."

It's not like YOU want to either, he thought bitterly. "Danny...you can't be the only one who makes sacrifices here. I've been too scared for too long, and because of that, I couldn't protect you when you needed it. The least I can do is try this, if it means we can free those humans and keep you safe. You've been...so brave through all of this. I can only try to be as brave as you."

He wanted to hold onto her tiny hand so badly, but felt like he'd crush it with all of the nerves building up in his body.

Danny just stood there as he spoke, giving him a pained look he couldn't quite figure out. She nodded as he finished, seeming to understand his position. He noticed that her jaw was clenched—seriously, she couldn't be okay with this, could she?

Christopher spoke up, breaking the tension. "Have you eaten anything recently, Nathan?"

Nathan thought back, not having considered that. He felt like an idiot—a woefully underprepared, careless idiot. "Not since about noon," he said, oddly thankful for the empty feeling in his stomach now.

Christopher nodded. "If you're serious about doing this, I think it would be best to start with something...smaller. To get you used to the process. Eating Danny at her current size isn't easy for experienced giants, much less one who's never eaten a human before."

"Um...like, a different human?" Danny asked skeptically. Nathan had to admit, as uncomfortable as he was with the idea of eating his friend, eating a stranger seemed...worse.

Christopher was already halfway to his room. "Oh, god no. I've got something to help practice."

Nathan felt both relieved that he could practice with something that wasn't living first, and a bit grossed out that something whose purpose was to practice eating humans even existed.

Just a few minutes later, Christopher emerged with something small in his hands—what looked to be some kind of featureless, vaguely human form made of red silicone. Danny was eyeing it strangely.

"It's obviously not the same, but it will be the best place to start for you." Christopher placed the limp, rubbery figure in Nathan's palm. He could feel a sinking weight in his gut, knowing that both Danny and Christopher were watching him expectantly now. It was like the worst stage fright.

He held the figure up by its torso, trying not to think about how the faceless doll-like thing looked like it was judging him too.

Slowly, he placed it into his mouth, easily closing his lips around the entire thing. He could feel his throat run dry as it rested heavily on his tongue. Just do it. Don't think about it, just do it.

He tilted his head back to swallow, but his tongue reflexively got in the way as soon as the first part of the doll touched his throat. He choked, sputtering, and coughed the doll back into his hands.

"Aaand that's why I figured you should try with that first."

"Geez," Nathan gasped, "What the heck? Isn't this supposed to be easy?"

"Well," said Christopher slowly, glancing toward Danny with a slightly uncomfortable expression. "You kind of have to...well, saliva helps it go down easier."

Oh good lord. Nathan breathed in, steeling himself for another round of humiliation. "Any other tips?"

"Relax," said Christopher simply.

Repressing the urge to roll his eyes, Nathan decided to close them this time. He placed the doll back into his mouth, turning it over with his tongue a few times to hopefully help it go down easier. He was not looking forward to when he'd have to do this with Danny.

Tilting his head back again, he swallowed, focusing on keeping his tongue out of the way. He felt the figure slip deeper into his throat.

"Swallow again," said Christopher, with the trained and level tone of a medical practitioner giving instructions for a physical exam. "You're almost there."

The figure in his throat was not as painful as Nathan had imagined it being. It felt like his body was built to transport something of that size into his stomach, which did not make him feel better about any of this. With a final swallow, he felt it disappear further as a weight sank into his middle. It was in his stomach.

"See? That wasn't so hard." Christopher smiled gently. It made Nathan feel like a kid, as if Christopher was about to offer him a bandage and a lollipop.

Nathan did not feel relieved. "But...how do I make sure I won't digest it accidentally? What if I get scared and something happens? How do I get it out?" It was just a doll inside of him, but he could feel hysteria creeping into his voice as he thought about all the ways he could hurt it. All the ways he could hurt Danny.

"Hey. Listen. I'm going to walk you through it, okay? You're fine." Christopher moved his chair closer to Nathan until he was right next to him. "Everything's fine." He looked Nathan squarely in the eyes, his dark irises intent and focused. Nathan couldn't look away, not even if he wanted to.

"You are not going to accidentally digest anything. Your body naturally does not want to digest humans. It's really hard to do without eating actual food along with the human, and even then, it has to be very intentional."

"Wait, so does that mean you threatening to digest me was a fucking bluff?" Danny crossed her arms and glared at Christopher.

Nathan narrowed his eyes, a bitter, icy resentment crawling into his throat. His mouth set into a thin line.

Christopher gave Danny a pleading look, as if to say shut up about that. "I said really hard, not impossible. And that was a long time ago."

"About a week, you dickhead," Danny retorted.

Nathan felt the anger bubble up inside of him and spill out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, Christopher, you what?"

Christopher averted his eyes. "Listen, that's not important right now—"

"I'd say it's pretty damn important," snapped Nathan.

Christopher sighed, rubbing his temples wearily. "The first night I took Danny, I threatened it because she was fighting me. I didn't actually plan on doing it, though. I just wanted her to settle down. Seriously, I wasn't going to hurt her."

Even if Christopher was being truthful, it made Nathan want to smack him. He might have done it, too, if he hadn't felt a tiny hand on his arm. Danny looked up at him with a half-baked grin. "Hey. It's okay. I can give him shit for that later, but just focus on this for now, alright?"

Nathan sighed, letting his tense muscles relax slowly as he focused on Danny's touch. "Alright. Fine. What do I do now, Christopher?" He took the opportunity to meet Christopher's eyes like a challenge again—something he seemed to only be able to do when he felt he was defending Danny.

Christopher was quick to adopt his clinical tone again. "You're going to push upwards, underneath where you can feel it in your stomach. Once you push enough, your body should help with the process and it will come back up your throat. Put a hand on your stomach, see if you can feel it."

Nathan did so, but apparently he hadn't placed it in the right spot, as Christopher reached out to correct him. Nathan tried not to flinch away from the touch, but his hand stiffened and recoiled a bit as Christopher very lightly moved it to the correct position.

Christopher averted his eyes hurriedly, his hand still on Nathan's. He had definitely noticed Nathan's aversion to his touch. "You're going to push right here," he said, pressing Nathan's fingers gently into a soft spot just underneath his stomach. He let go, and moved his chair back further, putting more distance between the two of them. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," said Nathan wearily. He took in one long, deep breath and then pushed upwards where Christopher had indicated. He felt the doll's weight move upwards and then into his throat—it was the strangest sensation he'd ever felt, especially considering he wasn't choking.

"Once you feel it in your throat, you can move it up with your fingers from the outside to help, but it will mostly move up on its own." Christopher moved his fingers up and down along his throat and Nathan copied the movements, feeling relief as the doll finally entered his mouth. He reached in and pulled it out, breathing in deeply.

He'd done it. Not with a real human, but still. It was over.

He looked down at the silicone figure in his hands—covered in saliva, but no worse for wear otherwise. He gratefully accepted a small towel from Christopher to wipe off his hands with and place the doll in gingerly before setting it aside on the table.

There was another uncomfortable pause as the three of them sat in silence, not sure how to proceed.

"Well?" said Nathan finally. "Am I ready for the next size up?" He felt himself grimacing at his own words.

"Wait, you mean you're going to eat me...right now?" Danny's eyes widened as she looked between Nathan and Christopher. Christopher, for his part, looked just as surprised.

"If we go through with my plan, I'd rather my first time eating you not be in the Black Dragon," he said flatly.

"That's a fair point," muttered Danny. He saw her shake a bit, and his resolve nearly flew out the window.

"It would be a good idea to practice, yes," said Christopher, somewhat hesitantly. "But it's going to be a little bit harder this time." He gave a halfhearted grin. "I'm going to assume you don't want a demonstration first."

"No," replied Nathan and Danny in unison.

Christopher sighed. "Then I'm going to have to help guide you a little bit more. Are you okay with that?"

Nathan met Christopher's apologetic gaze. "Is it going to hurt Danny?"

"Danny is going to be fine. You have to go slow to focus on not choking, okay?" He seemed genuinely concerned for Nathan, and considering Nathan had almost choked on the normal-sized doll, maybe the concern wasn't unfounded.

Nathan nodded, feeling a bit shakier now that the moment of truth was upon him. He looked down at Danny, who had seemed to muster up a bit more courage.

"Are you ready, Nate?"

Nathan's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest as it thudded loudly against his ribcage. He tried to grin. "I should be asking you that, Danny."

"I'll be fine," she said, laughing with a smirk. "It'll be better than dealing with him, anyways." She jabbed her thumb toward Christopher, who chuckled weakly at her retort.

Nathan nodded and held out his hand for Danny to climb into. He carefully lifted her up in front of his face. This feels wrong, he thought, looking into her big, trusting eyes. He tried not to focus on her shaking, but it was impossible to ignore. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Danny gave a very unconvincing nod.

"Hey. Remember what we talked about, okay, dollface?" Nathan raised an eyebrow at the nickname—and then realized that Christopher was talking to Danny. His eyebrows furrowed. "Just focus on your breathing. It's going to have to go a little slower than with me. If anything happens, I can get you out. You're going to be okay, Danny."

In lieu of a response, Danny gave a thumbs-up with her back to Christopher, though Nathan could see her smile falter.

"Now," Christopher said, meeting Nathan's eyes in a question. "Are you ready?"

I have to be brave for Danny. He nodded, finding that was easier than actually saying "yes." "Um...Danny...what way would be...easiest for you?"

She blinked, seeming to have to think about it. "Feet first, facing away from you."

She turned around in his palm to face Christopher instead, who was watching her intently. "Oh, and don't pick me up by my sides. It kind of hurts."

Nathan obeyed, somewhat awkwardly repositioning his fingers around her torso as he lifted her up. She stood up with the movement, though he hesitated and left her feet still touching his palm.

"Just go a little bit at a time, the same as before." Christopher moved his chair a little closer, ready to help.

Nathan wished he could vanish—he wished he was under the covers at home, in his room, without Christopher's dark eyes staring at him or Danny waiting to be devoured in the palm of his hand.

I have to be brave for Danny.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes—no way could he do this while looking at Danny—and as slowly and gently as possible, lifted Danny up and placed her feet in his mouth.

He didn't taste it until his tongue brushed against some exposed skin around her ankles, but he was still not ready for the intense flavor. It was something that was beyond description and unlike anything he'd ever had before—well, it was something he'd only tasted once, when Christopher had forced Danny into his mouth. He shuddered at the memory. He still couldn't see what all the fuss about the taste of humans was about—it felt like his senses were overloaded, although maybe that was just his anxiety talking.

Begrudgingly, he moved his tongue slowly around Danny's legs, preparing himself for what would come next. His mouth was full and he was only up to Danny's knees—how the heck would he be able to do this, anyways?

He tilted his head back and took a deep breath through his nose before swallowing. He felt his heart jump as Danny's feet entered his throat, taking up much more space than the tiny doll had before. His eyes flew open in fear and he saw Christopher instinctively reach out towards him—not touching him, but with hands near Nathan's throat.

"Just keep going. This is the easy part. Keep swallowing."

Nathan was not looking forward to whatever the hard part was. Once Danny had begun to enter his throat, it got much harder to use his tongue to coat her in saliva. He had to hold each new part of her in his mouth for a bit, sucking as gently as possible and feeling his face go red with shame as he did so. Just keep going. He closed his eyes, focusing only on swallowing and the motion of his throat, and tried to focus less on what he was swallowing. Though her taste was...fairly distracting, and made the corners of his mind fuzzy. A few swallows later, he had all but her head inside of his mouth.

Danny noticed him pause. "It's okay, Nate. Go for it."

He made the hardest swallow he'd had to make so far, and took Danny's head into his mouth with it.

Once his lips had closed behind her, it got easier to finish the process, and one last swallow took his friend all the way into his throat.

He could breathe, but not well. He still needed to swallow a few more times to get Danny all the way down. His eyes shot open as he felt Christopher touch his hand and move it up to his throat. Christopher guided his hand, massaging the bulge in his throat that was Danny to help her go further down.

"Keep swallowing," Christopher repeated gently. He could tell that Nathan had started to freeze up. Nathan obeyed, his previous worries replaced with the need to breathe properly again.

Finally, he felt Danny's full weight sink into his stomach. This was not like the doll at all. Just as he thought it was done, more of Danny filled his stomach until he felt more full than he'd ever felt before—but it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was...nice. A wave of something close to relief flooded over him as he felt all of his muscles relax, slowly. For a moment he felt lightheaded, like he was on a cloud.

This...this is what the fuss is about, isn't it?

He felt his anxiety slip away as he took in a few more deep breaths. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so...calm.

"How are you feeling?"

Christopher's voice snapped Nathan back to reality. The growing realization of what he had done sunk back into him, and he looked slowly down at himself, lifting his shirt to see a small bulge under his skin. The sight of it made him queasy. "Oh my god," he breathed. "I...I did it. I...Danny? Can you hear me?"

"I'm okay, Nathan." He heard Danny's small, muffled voice come from his middle. A tiny handprint appeared as Danny pressed against the inside of his stomach—something that made his insides flutter in a strange way. He placed his own hand over hers, gently cradling the small distension of his stomach. Her voice—not frightened or angry—made him relax, but just a little.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Christopher was looking at him expectantly, an uncharacteristically sincere expression on his face.

Only for a moment, thought Nathan. Until I remember that I ate my friend. The feeling of Danny inside of him felt much more normal than it should have, but neither Christopher nor Danny could convince him that he should be enjoying this. "I...I want to get her back out," he said. He felt his stomach clench, as if opposed to the idea. This only served to increase his fear.

"Okay, okay," said Christopher gently, moving closer to him. "But this is going to be the hard part. Luckily, if we go by your plan, you won't have to do this until we get away. But I'm going to have to help you right now, okay?"

Nathan nodded, trying to cling onto whatever sense of calm he'd felt earlier to ease the anxiety clawing away at his chest.

"We're going to do the same thing as before, but you have to go slow. If you feel yourself choking, stop and readjust. Try not to panic. Okay?"

There were few phrases that caused as much anxiety as "try not to panic." Nathan nodded, trying not to think about panicking. "Okay."

Christopher moved his attention to Nathan's stomach. "Danny, are you ready?"

"Y-yeah," came Danny's voice, sounding a little more hesitant than before.

"Remember what you did before," said Christopher, a slight smirk on his face. "You'll be fine."

Nathan tried to ignore the implication that Christopher had eaten Danny multiple times already. The way Christopher spoke to Danny was...unexpected, to say the least. He was acting so gentle and patient with her, and despite the obvious snark from Danny, they seemed to have...well, something at least friendship-adjacent going. But it was very different from the way Nathan interacted with Danny. There was something else, but Nathan couldn't put his finger on what.

"Alright." Christopher locked eyes with Nathan, instilling him with one last bout of confidence. "You can do this, Nathan."

Nathan breathed in and out a few times to mentally prepare himself for whatever was coming. He just wanted to see Danny again.

He pressed into his gut just as he had before, and when he didn't feel anything happen, Christopher moved his hand again to the right position. This time, Nathan didn't flinch away from the touch—he was too preoccupied with the feeling of Danny suddenly moving back up into his throat.

At first it was fine, though he had to push a little more than before. Danny didn't seem to be struggling at all. But as what he thought to be her shoulders pushed their way further up his throat, he felt his intake of air get cut off. The sudden asphyxiation sent a wave of panic coursing through him, and he temporarily forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

"Stop and readjust." Christopher's urgent voice was colored with a hint of worry.

Nathan got a handle on his fear, and used his other hand to move the slight bulge in his throat until he could feel air in his lungs again. He inhaled deeply through his nose before continuing, moving even slower than before now that he knew what he was trying to avoid. He only encountered a few more blockages before, mercifully, he could feel Danny emerge into his mouth. He reached in to pull her out, and felt relief as she grabbed his fingers. Slowly, he was able to remove her completely, and she fell into his palm in a soggy heap.

She inhaled deeply, taking in deep lungfuls of air as she hugged her knees and closed her eyes. Nathan had barely looked up before Christopher handed him another towel—how does he always seem to have a towel on hand like that—and he accepted it, carefully draping it over Danny and drying her off.

"You did it, Nathan." Christopher was smiling softly, looking...impressed? He looked toward Danny, who Nathan had placed carefully on the table. "And you too. That's the longest you've lasted without passing out, so congrats." His smirk returned.

Danny looked up at Nathan and...smiled. Covered in saliva, hair absolutely disheveled and stuck together with spit, clothes soaked...she still smiled at him warmly, the same way she always did. "I knew you could do it, Nate."

Nathan felt a blossom of warmth in his chest that helped to overshadow the horrible, creeping sensation of guilt. "I'm...I'm sorry, Danny..."

She shook her head. "You have nothing to apologize for. You were...really brave, to try this."

Nathan bent his head down and held Danny close to the side of his face in the best hug he could manage. "Thank you, Danny. I'm just glad you're safe."

She wrapped her tiny arms around his face in return. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Christopher looked away.

"Ugh," Danny said finally, "I am absolutely starving. Christopher, when's dinner?"

The giant in question's head perked up at her words. "I can get started right now. I'm pretty hungry myself." He looked expectantly toward Nathan. "You'll stay for dinner, right?"

"Uh...well, my mom was going to make dinner, and she's probably expecting me back..."

"Oh, come on, Nathan, you're an adult," Christopher scoffed.

"Aw, Nate, please?" He couldn't say no to Danny's insistence—especially considering she was asking him as she was sitting there covered in his own saliva.

"Well, I suppose...it's the least I can do. But I'm going to have to leave after."

Christopher beamed before getting up and walking towards the kitchen. "Sounds like a plan. Oh, and you can use the bathroom down the hall to help Danny wash up a bit. I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

"Yes please," said Danny eagerly.

Nathan smiled to himself. The past few days had been crazy, and he still felt so unsure about...well, everything. But at the end of the day, even if eating her had felt wrong and weird, even if he still didn't like the fact that she had to stay with Christopher, Danny was okay—and that's all that mattered.

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Part 18 ->

And with that, the gang is one step closer to the rescue plan coming together...but they’ll need the help of one more ally. Who? Well, better stay tuned for the next part!

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dimonds456 · 2 years

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I may have not always been honest Though now I speak in earnest To live, to die, is a natural cycle Though dying young has always hurt us.

My body stops and stutters The cogs rusty and battered There has been no replacement For my machines predicament.

I shake and stumble and cough And fall to a floor not so soft This blood on my hands is my own From this internal battle I've been thrown

I wave my flag high and stand my ground Though the fights namesake is underground For I fight below the dirt under the Graves Of those who fought this war and never gave.

Blood, sweat, and tears have all been shed The blood on me knee as I kissed pavement Sweat as I tried to lift a plate over my head All I've yet to shed are teads, but my soul cries instead.

I wave my flag high though my arm grows tired And the thing keeping it up is a very small fire This flame of fame and courage and valor Determination keeps me tough and towered.

I see you, Death, with hand outstreched But I think it'd be pretty far fetched To think I would take it so easily If so I'd have gone with you early.

As the Valkyries fly and before the sun dies I will hold my ground. I see you, my Graves, with distance falling. No surrender can be found.

This hardened potion in my veins Perseverance through the pains I will keep fighting until the end No matter how much my own body wants me dead.

I'm not usually one to focus on the negative side of things, but Graves is kicking my ass. I'm becoming more and more convinced it's gonna win.

If you don't know, Graves Disease is a chronic illness I've had for years. It means my metabolism doesn't exist, my heart rate is always too high, I'm constantly off balance, my hands shake, and I cant exercise very long or I'll hyperventilate or faint.

I don't have a doctor's appointment for another month.

If I die, I want to let you all know that I love everyone of you. I love Tumblr, I love my friends, and I love the huge amount of support I've gotten. I will never take that for granted.

I've always tried to be nice, kind, supportive, and loving. If I ever failed this, I am so sorry. That was never my intention.

Thank you to @/joyflameball for pulling me from the dark and being my partner in crime for these past few months. I wish I could do more for you.

Thank you to @/artsycooky13 for giving me so much inspiration and being such a good friend. I'll never forget you.

Thank you to @/hugthesquids for sticking it out and being the voice of reason when the world came crashing down, who was able to show me the way several times.

Thank you to @/doodlegirl for being one of my best mutuals. Your support has had an impact on me I'll never forget.

Thank you to @/mudwingprince for also being a great mutual. Your support has meant so much. You were the first person to ever draw Follychromatic fanart, and I cherish it every day.

Thank you @/mouseinabucket for your unconditional support and love when I needed it the most.

Thank you @/axolotluv for being a wonderful mutual and friend for a short time. I wish we'd gotten to know each other better.

Thank you to my mom, who may not have completely understood me, but tried her hardest to support me anyway.

Thank you to my brother, who I love more than life itself. I'm sorry if I wasn't there enough, or if I didn't give you the support you needed. If I live, you better believe I'm going to fix that.

Thank you to everyone ever that has supported me and my wild dreams. Each positive word has only boosted me up, pulling me from the dark and adding to my reasons to push on.

I'm not done fighting- not yet. But I fear that fight may be nearing it's climax. When that happens, I'll know I have a ton many amazing people behind me. You guys give me courage.

Either I live with Graves, or I live in a grave. Well see what happens.

Come on out, Graves, and FIGHT.

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“Turtle Trek”

Season 8, Episode 8 First US Airdate: November 1, 1994

The Turtles journey to Dimension X alongside a new ally who may not be as trustworthy as he seems.

“Turtle Trek” is the final episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles season eight. David Wise is credited as the writer of this story.

Today’s proceedings kick off in a power plant, where Shredder, Rocksteady and Bebop install a transmitter to send the facility’s energy to the Hall of Science. The Turtles intervene to stop them, and a fight breaks out that spills into a factory nearby. Leonardo engages Shredder in a sword-fight and is on the verge of winning when Bebop intervenes, using a projectile to pin his belt to a spinning cog nearby. After the other Turtles step in to free him, the fight extends to a third building. This time Shreds uses a smoke bomb to keep his enemies busy, escaping with his henchmen in one of Berserko’s old tanks. The Turtles can only shake their fists in vain as they once again fail to stop their old enemy.

Returning to the Lair, the Turtles begin to argue amongst themselves as to which of them was responsible for Shredder getting away, something they never did the previous 130 times this same scenario played out, though given that he’s a competent villain now and not the ineffectual doofus from seasons two through seven I can see why they’d be rattled. Splinter intervenes, and just like in last year’s finale encourages his students to not worry about stopping his arch enemy. “We all live in what we radiate,” explains the team’s sensei. “Therefore, doing good should be your primary purpose. Because the good you do for others will come back to you in abundance.” The Turtles are perplexed by this, but intuitively understand that all will become clear soon enough – Splinter’s lessons, as we all know by now, invariably tie in to whatever predicament awaits in that day’s adventure.

At the Hall of Science, Krang uses the stolen energy to activate his new dimensional portal generator. After establishing a link back to Dimension X, he leaps through the portal to his home world alongside Shredder, Rocksteady and Bebop. The alarm systems in Donatello’s workshop alert the Turtles to the power surge, and the team begin trying to determine why their old foes would want to return to the Technodrome given that it’s now devoid of power.

Our heroes sneak into the empty Hall of Science and find the dimensional portal still active. The group are about to follow their enemies inside when they hear cries for help from nearby. In a holding cell is Gargon, a diminutive, scaly green alien who explains he was the victim of an experimental mutation carried out by Krang. Raphael is reluctant to free the captive mutant, reasoning that they should be focusing on stopping their enemies, but is reminded by Michaelangelo of Splinter’s earlier instruction that they focus on doing good above fighting evil. Gargon points out that he’s from Dimension X and can help the Turtles track down their enemies, and so the team free their new ally, agreeing to let him tag along. Arriving in Dimension X, they find themselves at a different location than expected thanks to a route scrambling function implemented by Krang, and face the prospect of being eaten by a dinosaur-like monster with huge fangs as act one ends.

The Turtles run up a hill to escape the monster, receiving no help from Gargon who cowers in a tree. The hill itself turns out to be an even bigger creature, and with some encouragement from the green teens soon awakes from its slumber to do battle with the smaller beast. With the two giants going at it, the Turtles are provided with a distraction, and able to continue their journey. Gargon informs them that he overheard Shredder and Krang discussing heading to the planet Balaraphon, “an arid desert world”.

As Gargon heads off to source a spaceship, the Turtles find themselves divided, unsure whether he should be treated with suspicion or given the benefit of the doubt. Leonardo again points out Splinter’s remarks that “the good you do returns in abundance”. Donatello jokes about the abundance of monsters they were forced to confront; for some reason Michaelangelo takes offence at this, assuming Donnie is “making fun of the sensei”.

For a single shot Donatello and Michaelangelo briefly resemble their pre-Red Sky selves in appearance as Gargon returns, explaining that he’s found a group willing to trade a spaceship for the weapons used by the Turtles. “They’re collectors of unusual armaments,” he adds, “and of course, your earthy weapons are incredibly rare here in Dimension X.” You’d think this would be the moment when the Turtles finally decide this guy is bullshitting them, given that they’ve been here multiple times and encountered enemies using equipment far more complex than swords, sais, a wooden staff or a grappling hook, but they continue to go along with this.

Gargon introduces the Turtles to The Wrecking Crew, a group of huge half-mechanical, half-organic aliens who look like they were designed by somebody who enjoys playing Smash T.V. while getting incredibly high. (Seriously, one is a half-man, half-tank... guy, another is an entirely different kind of tank-man, one’s a cyclops, still another some sort of rollerblade warrior... collectively these dudes must be the most bizarre unit to ever appear in the show.) The gang inform the Turtles that they’ll need to wager their ability to beat them in battle to be awarded a spaceship. Our heroes find themselves outmatched but begin using the equipment scattered around the Wrecking Crew’s hideout to defeat them; as per their agreement the Turtles quickly leave with Gargon in one of the ships belonging to the group.

We cut to the Technodrome, where Shredder and Krang say little of any importance. They’re greeted by good old General Traag, making his eleventh and final appearance here; a pretty good run for a guy who never got to do a whole lot beyond carry out the occasional order from his boss. He did a lot better than poor old Granitor, that’s for sure.

Aboard the spaceship the Turtles still can’t decide whether Gargon is trustworthy, with Michaelangelo insisting they give him the benefit of the doubt while Donnie and Raph wonder if his real intent is to get them killed. Enemy fire forces the ship to make a sudden landing, and the Turtles soon find themselves face-to-face with a unit of Rock Soldiers Warriors. The team are forced to run for cover as their ship is flattened during an attack by Krang’s army, who are advancing upon a village where innocent people are fleeing. Yet again, the Turtles find themselves unable to agree on whether to focus on their mission and head for the Technodrome or take time out to help the villagers, but remember Splinter’s words and ultimately decide to offer assistance. The green teens oust the troopers, hijacking their equipment and forcing them to retreat.

Taking one of the ships left in the battle, the Turtles and Gargon travel in the direction of an enormous pit, but soon wind up back on foot. Friction among the team has been increasing throughout the episode and worsens now, with Leonardo admonishing the others for constantly squabbling; the on-again, off-again tension between Leo and Raph that we’ve observed through the years during Turtlethon appears to be set to come to a head as the two prepare to throw down, but the team’s leader ultimately opts to relinquish his katana, declaring that Raphael “[isn’t] worth fighting”.

The group continue to argue as a purple, tentacled monster grabs each of them. Facing the prospect of being pulled into the nearby pit, the Turtles call for help from Gargon; the mutant begs for forgiveness as he backs away, unable – or perhaps more accurately, unwilling – to come to their aid. Soon the Technodrome rolls up, now rendered in an odd cream and baby blue colour scheme; from it emerges Shredder, at the controls of a new retro-mutagen cannon. The Turtles assume Shredder must be bluffing and won’t shoot, but if this season has taught us anything, it’s that the new Shreds never bluffs. He turns the cannon on Gargon, rewarding him for his duplicity by undoing his mutation and turning him back into... a lumpy yellow guy in a powder blue tunic? Honestly, it’s not much of an upgrade.

Gargon explains to the Turtles that this treachery was the only way he could become his old self, but has a sudden change of heart upon seeing that Shredder is seconds away from turning them back into ordinary pets. (It’s not entirely clear why, given that he’d been okay with putting them in grave danger this entire time.) He restrains Shreds long enough for the Turtles to break free of the tentacles and return to their hover vehicle; moments later the retro-mutagen cannon is destroyed, and the green teens hurl their old enemy into a vat of... some undefined substance. Whatever it is, it looks gross, I’ll say that much.

The Turtles are fed a story by Gargon about how when he saw them beat the Rock Warriors, he knew he couldn’t go through with Shredder’s plan. (If he’d had a change of heart that far back, why did he still refuse to help when the tentacle monster attacked?) After saying goodbye, he takes the hover tank back to his own world. Our heroes bypass Bebop and Rocksteady to escape back through the dimensional portal; moments later the Technodrome itself, already burdened by failing engines, is wrapped up in the tentacles of the unseen monster and pulled into the pit, landing upside-down.

Returning to the Lair, the Turtles reflect upon how Master Splinter’s teachings turned out to be correct, and doing good deeds ultimately allowed them to banish Shredder and Krang to Dimension X. They agree to not fight between themselves again, but it doesn’t take long before they start squabbling once more, this time over who gets control of the TV remote.

Season seven’s "Shredder Triumphant!” set a high bar as far as grand finales go, and given how much of the show as it was has been discarded since then it would be hard to outdo. “Turtle Trek” is restrained by comparison, but efforts are made here to give the team a sprawling, involved adventure to round things out. As alluded to earlier, we’ve seen the team visit Dimension X numerous times over the course of the series, but the hostility between them – I don’t think we’ve ever seen the Turtles this aggrieved among themselves, certainly not for this long – brings something new to the mix to prevent the story from feeling like a complete retread. We also get the big status quo altering shake-up we’ve come to expect at the end of each season, with Shredder and Krang arguably in an even worse position than they were before, now trapped in Dimension X within the powerless husk of the Technodrome. I don’t know if I’d say this is a great episode, but for long-time viewers of the show it’s certainly an interesting one.

Going into season eight I feared the worst, having never watched this year’s episodes from beginning to end and only having vague memories of the unpleasantness of seeing some of the Red Sky shows almost three decades ago to work off, all of which coloured my perceptions. To my astonishment, TMNT season eight is a solid body of work. You get the sense, watching these adventures, that the pressure placed upon everyone involved in the production has forced them to step up their game, and yet conversely with the casual viewers having long since left the building there’s also an air of freedom. The [animated] Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles of 1990 could never be what their 1994 counterparts are: they could never live in this world that is so unrelentingly wary of them, or brood to this degree, or get genuinely mad at each other because they have disagreements about how to fight evil – they have a reputation to uphold, and tins of pasta to sell! In season seven, we saw all of that begin to slip away. Now, as 1994 approaches its end, the Turtles are liberated from the trappings of being squeaky clean heroes whose adventures are primarily targeted at young boys; if anything, as we saw with the X-Men inspired HAVOC arc, the demographic the series is looking to win over demands of them this newfound maturity, something the new TMNT is ready and willing to offer. It’s a good thing.

And yet... part of me laments that the show has changed so much that it’s almost unrecognisable at this point; that what we’re watching isn’t the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles of 1987-1993 but a distinct entity, one that hovers in its own creative orbit somewhere between the goofy cartoon that preceded it and the 4Kids Turtles still to come early in the next decade. Even now it continues to shed its remaining ties to the cartoon that many of us grew up on, with today’s adventure seeing further departures.

BIDDING THE BOYS GOODBYE

General Traag’s exit is notable, but it’s nothing compared to this: “Turtle Trek” marks the last appearance in the series of Rocksteady and Bebop. For eight years The Boys – Krang originally addressed them as such on one occasion a few seasons in, and at least around here it stuck – have been the comedic backbone of TMNT, their mishaps and failings genuinely funny even early on, when the Turtles themselves had a tendency to come across as one-dimensional. These two goofballs, paired with Shredder and Krang, comprised a sort of makeshift dysfunctional family unit that I suspect allowed the cartoon to maintain a degree of credibility with cynical older kids, teens and adults that it would otherwise have lacked.

Regrettably, the writing has been on the wall for Rocksteady and Bebop throughout season eight. No-one is allowed to be funny in TMNT anymore beyond the occasional quip, and our favourite mutant henchmen have largely been relegated to carrying out routine tasks for Shredder, afforded only the most mundane lines of dialogue along the way.

Shredder and Krang will be back – eventually – but the family dissolves here, neither of the two underlings seen again. It’s too bad that the retro-mutagen cannon was destroyed, as it would have provided a fitting explanation for their absence from this point on: Shredder’s willingness to turn Gargon back into his original form suggests that he would perhaps offer Rocksteady and Bebop the same way out and a chance to return to their old lives if that was something that they wanted (and given that by now he’s lost almost everything – and won’t be the show’s main villain moving forward – there's little point in them hanging around in the remnants of the Technodrome). I’d like to think that wherever they wind up after this, as mutants or as humans, things eventually turn out well for them. As we’ve discussed previously, free from Shredder’s influence The Boys were never truly evil, but simply misguided, and they remained that way to the end.

So that’s it. No more Wardrobe Updates, no more driving Shredder up the wall, no more run-ins with the Turtles. Don’t feel sad, we’ll always have the fission plant. Or was that the fishing plant?

The Summer of Red Sky will continue, but before we get to Carter, Dregg and everything else still to come, it’s time for us to briefly shift focus. Between seasons seven and eight we explored the first live-action TMNT movie; next time we’ll look at the metaphorical “difficult second album”, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze.

#Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT #TMNT 1987 #1994 #Ninja Turtles #Turtle Trek #Turtlethon #Bebop And Rocksteady #Rocksteady TMNT #Bebop TMNT #Rocksteady and Bebop #Gargon D'Amouuuuur Rat-ta-ta-ta-tah #No but seriously though what was up with the rollerblade guy

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@tex-treasures asked me about my wedding with karl so I must make a post!

(Long post)

Reception/wedding aesthetic

Victorianesque, fancy + some metal decorations made by karl!.

Wine and food provided by family Dimitrescu and some villagers! The local priest officiates the wedding!!!

Music is a mix of traditional music and modern music! Takes place in the dimitrescu castle!. Mom even sings some jazz songs from her Pallboys days in the music room!.

Clothes:

Karl: Fancy and simple, plenty of metal pins and decorations on it. He has a necklace with his family's crest.

Me: (both fem and masc presenting).

Fem: ethereal and a hat like mothers! Regal and elegant.

Masc: dark misterious elegant.

In both Karl is screaming internally. I wear a necklace with my family's crest! Fangs Sharpen!!!

Best man: Moreau!.

Sure. Unexpected but in Lazaro cannon Moreau and Heisey love eachother and hes very happy Moreau is his best Man. Baby blue cause he likes blue and is baby.

Bridesmaids: Donna and my sisters.

In black bcs black=fancyyyyy , my sisters wear their gemstone chokers.

Flowergirl: Angie!

Shes very excited to help in the wedding and almost cries of joy when I make her my flower girl! And she gets to hand the rings too! Very happy!.

Rings:

Both made by karl himself! (Cmon. What did u expect out of the metal Man himself?)

Spent months even before proposing making them in his factory.

(The one with the cogs fit so well with him!!!)

Vows

Karl is fumbling with his cue cards, mom is sighing internally but finds it Adorable.

Karl: I think we all know the tale of the Village Of Shadows. The bat King. The dark Weaver. The fish King and of course. The iron steed. We had known this tales for a while, but by far my favorite is the one about the Iron Steed, and the Fawn of Summer Harvest. How the summer breeze showed the cold metal horse how nature felt alive. And vowed to Keep nature safe.

Its also public knowledge that the tale is inspired in our meeting. Lord Lazaro Dimitrescu, soon to be Heisenberg..., when your mother took me to that hill and saw you tending to the crops, my heart stopped, all ive known is cold and sorrow. But you, are my sun. My summer breeze, and I understood then that my metal heart had found the wonders of nature the wonders of a warm heart that cared for even the icy cold hearts that had the fortune to come across you.

I could never repay all that youve done for me. My love. And like the tale said ' An Iron Steed,Bearing a golden gear, bowed to the summer crops, and in its cold heart...Summers heat showed the cold metal how to love, and how nature feels alive.

The Fawn touched the Gear with its snout. Flower buds Rose from the shinning metal, the iron steed let out a huff of steam through his Open metalic hide. And in its engines a warmth rose. A warmth it has never felt. Strange yet pleaseant. And since that day. It vowwed to protect the greenery of the village and anyone who dare hurt his beloved fawn would suffer the pain of his metal heart' and so on this day I bow to you. My love. I vow to Keep you safe.

I love you. Lazaro. And I wish nothing more but to spend the rest of my life with you

After the inevitable tears this brings to everyone here. Its my turn

Me: Dearest...since the moment my eyes fell upon you on that blessed summer day,I knew you were the one for me. The way you awkwardly introduced yourself. To the tight hug you gave me after our first date. How you would write to me to make sure I was okay. And the endless trinkets you provided me with all these years.

You are unforgetable. Karl Heisenberg. And I am so happy I get to call you my husband. Thank you for all these years of pure love. Thank you for all the good youve brought into my day.

But I think youre forgetting a part of the tale you just recited with that lovely voice of yours.

'The summer fawn was used to give more than it received, the Iron Steed was used to have everything taken from him. So when his beloved fawn gave him love. He returned it ten fold.

When the fawn gave him warmth. The steed would provide Him with that same thing once the winter arrived. And when the fawns flowers would wither when sad. The Iron steed would make for him a beautiful metal flower that never withered or died. "With this. I declare my eternal love" the steed said. "No matter the season. I shall stay with you. Cold or warm, my Rose Will never wither. Never die. And if it rusts ill make a New one. My love ,for you, is eternal" ' today I promise the same thing you did all those years ago. My love is forever to be yours. And yours only. My Iron Steed.

Karl only muttered "My sweet summer fawn..." before crying again and kissing me even before the priest said "and now you shall kiss the groom". The priest didnt mind since he was too busy crying his eyes out too.

And then karl made the mix of his and my families insignias. As a way to forever seal our marriage. Him and I have one. And my family has one too, thats proudly displayed in some important room of the castle with the quote:

"Here lies the binding of two powerfull houses. But most importantly. Here lies the promise of two lovers. Summer and winter. Metal and flower. Warmth and cold. Forever to be togheter. To be binded by the only thing that matters. Love"

Every time my mother ir anyone reads it they cry. Its just so wholesome!

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

Only mutuals okay to reblog!

Taglist: @malewifehenrycooldown @tex-treasures @samsbeckett

#long post #⚙🐕mechanical puppy🐕⚙#🦇⚰vampire mom⚰🦇#🦇vampire sis!🦇#🐟best fishfriend 🐟#🧵bdf (best doll friend)🧵#🌂🦇the runaway 🦇🌂

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hey can i request a dad!ben fic like this one and your daughter never ever let's the egg out of her sight and she names it and she takes it everywhere and one day it cracks and she's all sad so you guys have a 'funeral' for the egg

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 — ben chilwell

summary: after seeing a tiktok, ben decided to give poppy an egg to see her reaction.

notes: requests are OPEN.

"Here, Pops," Ben crouched down to his daughters height, holding the egg in his hand. She looked eager to take it, and so Ben gave it to her, watching as his daughter observed the egg in her hands. He'd seen a tiktok last night of a mum giving her daughter an egg, and supposedly the kids are gentle with it. So he had to test it on Poppy.

You were confused, to say the least, walking in from work and seeing Poppy on the couch with an egg in her lap. Ben giggled, getting up from the couch to smother you with his daily love and affection, before leading you to the kitchen.

"Why on God's green Earth does Poppy have an egg in her hand?" You asked, finally taking your coat off and laying it on the island alongside your bag.

"I saw a tiktok," Ben started, and usually that never meant anything good. Tiktok was usually the reason for most of Ben's bad ideas. And you couldn't fathom what he'd seen at all, what tiktok involves giving a child an egg?

"You saw a tiktok," you repeated, urging him to carry on.

"And this woman gave her child an egg, because apparently kids treat it with care, so I tried it out on Poppy." Ben admitted proudly, an eager smirk on his face as the cogs in your mind were turning. You didn't understand, but Ben was happy, so you were.

"Right," you spoke slowly, "you gave Poppy, our daughter who throws her plushies at the wall if they've been rude to her, an egg?" Ben nodded, and you couldn't help but laugh. The situation was hilarious.

It had only progressed as the days went on. Poppy had named her egg, Hatchy, which was surprisingly clever. And she did everything with it, she would put it in her drawer every night, have it at the table beside her as she ate, and did all of her daily activities with it. Ben was recording her throughout the day, slowly making a tiktok full of content about his daughter and Hatchy, and it was amusing.

Until the fated day that it had broken. You were at work, and would be until four. You had decided to stop at the supermarket and buy some dinner, receiving a call from Ben the moment you left your work building. But you weren't met with Ben's voice, you were met with Poppy's tears.

"Mummy," she cried, and your heart dropped, you wondered if something happened to Ben. But how on Earth would Poppy know how to use a phone?

"What's the matter, darling?"

"Hatchy broke on the floor," her whimpers were enough to set you off, but you held it together, and you had hoped the reason her cries were quietening was because Ben had taken the phone.

"I cleaned it up, but she's adamant it's not enough," Ben told you, and you were driving straight home, making a plan to order instead, "so I told her we would hold a funeral for Hatchy."

"Really? A funeral?"

"Come on, it's a sad day."

You never thought you'd be stood over the bin, dressed in an all black outfit with your daughter in your arms, as Ben had the broken egg in a sandwich bag. He hovered it over the bin, giving Poppy a solemn look whilst trying not to laugh.

"Do you want to say anything for Hatchy, sweetheart?" He asked his daughter, and she sniffled.

"Hatchy was the best egg, we had lots of fun," she spoke, and you and Ben shared a look. "Maybe I can have another egg, and call it Shelly."

"No more eggs." You stated firmly, nudging Ben to finally drop the egg into the bin and close the lid. You were somewhat relieved to have gotten rid of the egg, thanking your clumsy daughter for only hurting the egg in the little tumble she'd taken earlier in the day.

Once you'd put Poppy down and let her run back to the living room, you shook your head at Ben. "This is the last time you do something this silly for a tiktok, dickhead."

"We'll see."

#ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell #ben chilwell oneshot #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell fluff

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fang-natic · 3 years

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hide and seek

<omega!tsukishima x top!m reader>

author's notes: i jacked off, did some algebra, and then speedran this in three hours or something. i have two exams to prepare for. what am i doing

cw: noncon, a/b/o dynamics, locker room, semi-public, breeding, creampie, knotting, humiliation, light bondage, plugging, virginity loss, degradation, biting, mentions of blackmail at the end

He tried so hard to hide it. Took on this superior, know-it-all sporty persona and limited how many people he really talked to, but you could tell the moment you laid eyes on him. Even despite how he acted, you could tell he wasn't anything like the proud beta he claimed to be.

Maybe that's why you wanted him. You don't usually care, you're popular enough that you could have any omega you wanted, but the fact that he bothered hiding it made him desirable. That's why you corner him in the locker room one day, slamming him against the metal and kissing him before he knew what was happening, and by the time he realized you were already ripping away his shorts and boxers.

"Y/N-!" He grunts, struggling against you as you grab his small cock, tugging on it ruthlessly as he fights back a groan. "W-what are you-"

"You really thought you could hide it from me, didn't you? Tsukishima-chan," You growl, twisting your hand and making him cry out. "You're not as clever as you think, omega."

His face pales, anger and confusion getting replaced by fear in a split second. "I don't know what you're talking a-ah!" He tries to play it off, but you press a finger against his hole and he gasps, back arching. He's tight, as expected of a virgin, but he's already wet - no surprise, given how roughly you're handling him, and your pheromones that no doubt must be working against whatever suppressors he'd been using. You laugh, and press a little harder, and that little bit of pressure is all it takes for your finger to breech him. His walls clamp down on your digit, practically sucking you in, and if that wasn't just more evidence to the secret, slutty omega that he was, you didn't know what was.

The hands clawing at your shoulders aren't so much there to push you away anymore, as they are to help keep him propped up as his legs threaten to give away, leaning against the lockers with eyes closed and filthy sounds escaping his mouth. You lift up one of his thighs to give yourself more access, and thrust into him with two fingers, scissoring slowly so he can feel every inch of the stretch, can hear his own slick squelching with every slow push. Two fingers wouldn't be nearly enough to prep him, but you always liked it tight. As you press up against his prostate, his back arches, and he moans wantonly into the thankfully empty locker room.

His eyes shoot open when he hears his own whorish voice echoed back at him, and he slaps a hand over his mouth. Just as quickly, you grab his wrist and wrench it away, claiming his mouth in a rough kiss and biting his lip bloody, licking the metallic taste off of his tongue.

"Don't hold back, Tsukishima-chan," You croon as you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting to his mouth, as he blinks dumbly. "You should show off how much of a slutty omega you are. It's the least you can do after lying to everyone, isn't it?"

"M'not an omega." he insists, voice trembling.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, right. And this little pussy isn't aching to get bred." You punctuate that sentence with a sharp press, digging into his prostate, and he actually squeals, knocking his head against the metal as you rub relentlessly at that little bundle of nerves, his tiny cock sticking straight up and leaking. You laugh, and pull your hand out in one sharp movement, before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and dragging it up over his head, wrapping it around his wrists to keep them tied behind his back.

You turn him over, pressing his bare chest and face against the cool metal and making him yelp, gripping him by the bindings around his wrists. They're not very tight, and he could break free if he tried, but he's surprisingly pliant to your touch, and his back is flushed so prettily. His legs are weak, so you have to help prop him up with one hand on his hip.

"Still think you're not an omega?" You whisper right in his ear as you pull out your cock and line it up against his slick hole. You don't bother giving him time to reply as you force yourself in, with one powerful push. It's not easy, because you definitely didn't prepare him enough, and it's tight enough to almost hurt. But the sight of his face, his mouth dropping open in a gasp, tensing up and then going limp with pain even as his dick stayed erect, was enough to have you setting a ruthless pace. Each deep thrust slams against his prostate, rattling the metal lockers, making his eyes roll up; he couldn't even moan, and judging by the way his breathing was stuttered and erratic, you could guess that you were basically fucking the breath out of him.

"Nn-no-sto-" He manages, and you laugh and reposition your grip on his hips, driving deeper. "Hurts-"

"Don't lie to me," You snap, landing a sharp slap against his ass, and he cries out. "Look at you. You're taking me so perfectly, your tight hole is practically begging to get bred. It's practically milking me." His pale skin somehow gets even redder with your words. "You should thank me for breeding your dirty pussy. Go on, say 'thank you'."

He sinks his teeth in his bottom lip in resolute refusal. What a stubborn brat. With a growl, you land another slap against his other cheek, turning it bright red, and his shoulders actually shake with a sob, though you can feel his ass tighten up at the same time. "Well? Tsuki-chan? I can't hear you. I won't let you cum until you do." To make your point, you reach around and pinch the base of his cock, still dripping pathetically against his stomach. "Say 'Y/N-senpai, thank you for breeding my dirty pussy.' If you're so smart, you should be able to say that, shouldn't you?"

He's tearing up behind his glasses, struggling to focus on you. "Puh-please," He stammers, "I-I won't tell anyone, just-"

You click your tongue. "That's not what I told you to say," You tut, and you pull out, sitting down heavily on the bench. You drag Tsukishima down with you, positioning him so he's facing you, cupping his cheeks, and holding him over your waiting cock. "Did I already fuck the brains out of you? Last chance before I tie you up and leave you here for everyone else to find. I don't waste time with disobedient omegas like you."

He shakes in your grip, and you can tell he's having a hard time deciding what to do. Between knowing that he shouldn't be wanting this, that this should be his nightmare scenario, and the fact that he was finally allowing his omega side be satisfied for once, all those brilliant cogs in his head was burning out in a thick haze of arousal. His hips twitch downwards, his body betraying him, and tears finally spill out of his eyes.

"Th-thank you, Y/N-s-senpai," He stutters out. "For b-breeding my dirty pussy."

You smirk, and drag him down. From this position, you're able to fuck him deeper than ever, and his head shoots back in a wail as you bottom out. "That's a good boy." You wrap your arms around his waist and fuck up into him, pulling him down at the same time. His legs lock around your own waist, pulling him closer to you, and he's moaning without restraint now, fully given in to instincts and the sensation of being fucked. From this angle, you can bite marks into his collarbone and chest, and pull his nipples between your teeth, making him moan louder, drool spilling out the corner of his mouth.

When you finally cum inside him, it's enough to send him over the edge too, the sensation of hot seed filling him enough to his cock spurt over his bare stomach. He practically passes out against your chest, face nestled against your shoulder as you pull the t-shirt off of his arms, using it to wipe up the mess he left on his abdomen.

You lay him out on his back on the bench, spreading his legs apart to show off his hole, flushed and almost leaking your cum onto the wood. You chuckle, whipping out your phone to snap a few pictures of the pretty sight, before pulling a silver plug from your pocket and shoving it into his hole. You're tempted to leave him here like this, for all his teammates to find, but the whole point of blackmail was ensuring that you had all the cards to yourself first. You settle for grabbing a spare pair of shorts from your duffle and sliding them on him, before draping the soiled t-shirt over his torso.

You reach up and swipe a thumb at the corner of his eyes, beneath his glasses, clearing away the tears before you go.

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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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Celebration

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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↷ SUMMARY ↶

Last day of training calls for celebration for everyone’s hard work, so it’s barbeque time!

“All right, meat!”

“I’m starving!”

While the boys freshened up after practice matches, the managers were already on the move to prepare for the barbeque. Since there were quite a lot of people, the coaches decided to held it on the backyard of the gym, where the sharp hill stood just beside it. The coaches helped setting up the grills while the managers divided to cater different things.

Yachi decided she would get the utensils they needed; paper plates, chopsticks, paper cups, trays for rice balls, and other things. Shimizu would cover for the rice ball making, Yukie and Eri were in charge on cutting the vegetables in bite-size, Kaori and Mako would clean the vegetables before it was cut.

Meanwhile, you’re in charge of preparing the condiments and sauces, unwrapping the meat cuts, and arranged them on a bigger plate. Aside from that you had to make sure the meats searing on the grills weren’t charred.

“[Name]-chan, please replace me for cutting the onions,” Eri sobbed, reaching out to you with grabby hands.

“Alright, senpai,” you giggled in reply because Eri was clearly needing a break and watching the meats seared was a great break for her. Quickly, you stood on her place and started slicing the tear-induced-menaces after washing your hands.

It didn’t take long for you to suffer the same fate as the Ubugawa’s manager–the first seven slices went through without a hitch, but when you reached the tenth your eyes started to sting and blurry from the pain. Then tears began trailing down your cheeks, and you wiped it you’re your shirt sleeve.

“D-Don’t cry, [Name]-san!!” you looked up, seeing Hinata with his place face quivering on his feet. “W-what should I do!?”

“It’s fine, Shoyo-kun, it’s just the onions,” you sniffled pointed towards the bowl full of it. “It hurts my eyes.”

“I can take your place, Otohaku-chan!” Lev popped up beside Hinata.

“Instead of cutting the onions, you’ll chop your fingers off,” Yaku deadpanned before offering. “Here, let me do it.”

“No, it’s alright, Yaku-san,” you shook your head. “It’s time for you to have a break, not working.”

Being persistent sometimes has it’s perks, it took numbers of rejection to finally have Yaku gave up. You knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to rob his time relaxing. When all the preparations were done, the boys were already surrounding the grills with hungry faces. Coach Nekomata gave them a light speech along with praises for their hard work over the week, and they dived to grab on the meat straight from the grill.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD!”

Just like Kaori, you brought a plate of rice balls to offer and managed to witnessed Yukie’s enormous appetite. She practically inhaled four rice balls in one go and you’re not the only who was dumbfounded from it.

Konoha and Komi almost had their souls went to heaven from the frightening circle Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Taketora made. Well, they did elbow each other to encourage one another getting close or at least having a talk with Shimizu. The girl walked pass them holding a paper plate with food–looking extremely gorgeous and she didn’t even try.

“That was scary,” Konoha muttered underneath his breath. The three finally stopped because of Karasuno and Nekoma’s captain scolded them–the three immediately shrunk.

“They really had their guard up, huh,” Komi added, feeling his energy drained from such a scary encounter.

“Uhm, excuse me,” the two turned to look over their shoulder and that’s when they noticed–Karasuno’s other first year manager who’s Bokuto constantly talking about. The owl captain wouldn’t shut up about her much to their annoyance and now they knew why.

“Would you like some rice ball?”

“Sure,” Konoha replied dumbly.

“I’ll take two,” Komi followed with a daze. You placed one on Konoha’s empty paper plate and two for Komi upon his request. Smiling at them, you proceeded to excuse yourself so you could offer to someone else.

Following your figure dazedly, they noticed how the light shone even brighter and basked you in a beautiful glow. That’s when they thought of a conclusion.

A goddess just graces us mere mortals! They screamed in their head.

You tried to calm Yachi down from her traumatizing experience being surrounded by absurdly tall boys (“Titans, [Name]-chan! Titans!”). Thankfully, all of them were nice enough to made room so your friend could reach for some meat. Yachi almost cried in happiness from the real taste of meat.

From the sidelines, Shimizu and the other managers were watching the two of you while talking about the boys sometimes.

“How much are you going to eat?” Kaori questioned because Yukie was having a ridiculous amount of food towering on her plate and she just kept munching away without care.

“The third-years in Karasuno all seems pretty mature,” Mako commented.

“Our ace is weak-willed, though,” Shimizu smiled sheepishly.

“What? Really?” Eri replied in surprise. “Even though he looks that scary?”

“Though, I think that’s still better than our simpleton ace,” Kaori commented. “Still,”

Their eyes were directed towards where the said simpleton ace was standing and placing meat until it towered on your empty plate.

“Eat more, [Name]-chan! Or you won’t get even taller!” he stated.

“And eat more vegetables!” Kuroo added, placing cabbages and carrots to your plate, adding even more food.

“Have some rice balls, too.” Somehow, even Akaashi participated in this whole fiasco and put a rice ball onto your plate. Now, there’s a ridiculous amount of food on your plate.

“…I can’t eat this much,” you commented, staring at the food filling your plate.

“Nonsense, I don’t see you eat anything even when the others are,” Akaashi stated. “You’re too busy handling other things nonstop.”

“Have a break will you,” Kuroo patted your back. “Everyone’s having fun and you should too.”

“Have more meat, [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“You can have my share, Otohaku-chan!” Lev followed and you immediately shook your head.

“At least he and Akaashi took care of our baby manager well,” Kaori sighed in relief.

“[Name]-chan is close with Fukurodani’s captain and setter, huh? Even Nekoma’s captain,” Mako giggled. “She’s drawing everyone in.”

“Well, it’s rare for a first-year to be as tall as her,” Eri grinned. “The boys are especially poles so it’s probably great not to strain their neck once in a while from looking down.”

“Karasuno’s pretty lucky to have her, huh?” Yukie said after swallowing her food.

“Yeah, we are,” Shimizu smiled.

“Did you have fun?” Sawamura asked you when you’re helping other managers to clean up the remaining plates left behind on the table along with other scraps littering around. He picked up a few paper cups and placed it into the trash bin.

“Definitely,” you answered without hesitation. “Everyone’s so nice, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had.”

“Thank goodness, then,” he gave you a smile.

“I’m really glad I joined the volleyball club,” you commented, grinning.

“And we glad to have you here,” the captain chuckled and replied.

Everything was over by the time the sun started to sink into the horizon–time truly flew by when you enjoyed it. Since Miyagi was quite a distance from Saitama, they needed to depart first or they would be back extremely late at night. Yukie and Eri were fake-crying and joking about refusing to let you go–in the end, you’re all exchanging numbers so you could keep in touch.

“Did you have fun, Otohaku-san?”

“Coincidentally, you asked the same question as my captain, Akaashi-san.” The Fukurodani setter, like before, helping you on carrying the extra luggage in hand although you did tell him it’s only until you reached the stairs. “And to answer, I am. These one week of training camp is fun. Somehow, I don’t want this to be over.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again,” Akaashi replied. “At the Spring Interhigh.”

“I’m sure we will, Akaashi-san.” you smiled. “And thank you for helping me with luggage.”

“[Name]-chan!!” Bokuto bounded over with a grin plastered on his face. “We’ll be waiting at the nationals!”

“Karasuno, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san doesn’t play volleyball.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“Just agree with me once, Akaashi!”

“Well, whatever he said,” Kuroo piped up, approaching the three of you. “Made sure your team go to the nationals so we could meet again and make the battle came true.”

“I’ll do my best, Kuroo-san.” Then Kuroo reached out to ruffle your hair, it’s been a while since he did that and you weren’t even going to lie about enjoying it. The cat captain was similar to an older brother now.

“Off you go then, [Name],” he removed his hand from your head. “And don’t miss me.”

“How could I when I have your phone number, Kuroo-san?” you snickered. “You’re probably going to bombard me with chemistry puns at 10pm.”

“Then, I’m gonna call you every day so you won’t have to deal with Kuroo!” Bokuto declared before laughing victoriously.

“Please block his number immediately, Otohaku-san,” Akaashi stated. “Or you won’t be getting any sleep. His talking is endless.”

“Why, Akaashi!?” the said boy whined.

“Aside from that, be careful on your way home,” Akaashi decided to ignore the captain and gave you a small smile.

You returned his smile. “Will do, Akaashi-san.”

With that, the whole week of summer training camps has come to an end. The whole team watched you guys drove away into the other way back to Miyagi.

“You have a match tomorrow, don’t you?” former Coach Ukai questioned, brows creased from the insistence of your combi. “That’s probably enough, then!”

“One more! Just one more!” Hinata pleaded.

“We’ll finish after this one!” Kageyama added.

Two days of practicing to prepare for the preliminaries, just a day before the match Sawamura dismissed them early to get some rest. Since it would be impossible to use the gym unless getting an earful from him, Kageyama and Hinata needed to look for another place. Former Coach Ukai lent them the court only for a bit, just until the others who wants to practice comes.

And you were there to hold a leash if they’re being stubborn or something.

“This is the last, alright?” you scolded the two. “We shouldn’t bother the others who wants to practice here. And you should rest before the match.”

Thankfully the older man letting them had the court just one more time and you couldn’t help but feeling grateful of it. You sighed before turning to face former Coach Ukai and bowed down. “On their behalf, I apologize.”

“It’s fine.” Former Coach Ukai dismissed it. “Their eagerness is a great thing, but even eagerness isn’t going to magically give them energy. It would be bad if they burnt out even before the game started.”

“[Name]-san! Can you throw us the ball?” Hinata called out.

In the end, the two managed to successfully killed the quick–and sure enough, it also impressed former Coach Ukai which added more reassurance that your team would be more than okay to face the entire preliminaries and became champions.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Massage (Cillian Murphy One Shot)

Request? Yep!

Warning - SMUT!!!

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"He was such an asshole!! Barking orders at me like I'm his fucking SLAVE!!" You cried, flopping onto Cillian's sofa dramatically. He came through from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring you a glass and sitting next to you on the sofa.

You quickly sunk the first glass without stopping, making Cillian nearly choke on his first sip. You'd left the pub fifteen minutes earlier, already well on your way to incoherent.

"Fucking hell y/n, you'll need carrying home at this rate!"

"I don't care. This week can go to hell! First I end up on the WORST blind date of my life, no thanks to YOU and your god awful taste in men - "

"Hey now, first off I don't have a 'taste in men', and secondly I thought you'd be a good match!"

"He had to be escorted out of the restaurant after threatening to have the waiter beaten up for overcooking his steak, Cillian."

"Yeah... Okay fair comment and my bad..."

"I'm staying single FOREVER. Then my new boss decides that I like doing the work of THREE people, including him, and working through my lunch breaks, just so he can reap the credit for the whole fucking thing!! My feet are agony!!"

"I told you to come work for me, didn't I? I need someone to manage my appointments and affairs, you'd be perfect at it!"

"I don't mix business with friendship Cillian, you know that." Another glass of wine, very quickly taking a gulp from it. The alcohol hitting your empty stomach and the drunk feeling it came with feeling utterly blissful after the hellish week you'd had.

Without speaking, he lifted your feet onto his legs and took your heels off, resting his hands on your ankles.

"All done now - time to relax, although you seem pretty relaxed right now!" He squeezed your ankles gently, emitting a groan from you.

"Fuck... Do that again, please?" You asked, as he raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I've been on my feet for hours running round after that stuck up prick..." You wiggled your aching feet in his lap and he chuckled, taking your left foot in his hands and massaging it softly, easing the tension in you instantly.

Your right foot rested on his thigh as he worked magic on your heel and toes of the left one. You moved to lie against the arm of the sofa, relaxing into the large cushions with your refilled wine in one hand. The other resting on your stomach.

"That... Feels... Amazing...." You sighed as he got to work a little harder on the balls of your feet.

"You leaving any of that wine for me or shall I grab another bottle?" He laughed, glancing at the near empty bottle on the coffee table.

"Don't even think about moving Cill," you glared. Closing your eyes again, you couldn't help but let out a deep groan as his hands massaged you perfectly. You didn't notice him clearing his throat and shifting his body underneath your left leg.

"Feels so good... Don't stop..." You couldn't hear his breathing becoming shallow. Your eyes closed, you didn't see him biting his lip and looking up to the ceiling trying to distract himself. You suddenly switched your feet, your right one coming up to meet his hands and tried to bring your left one down to his lap but he held them both in place, trying to massage them both at the same time.

"Cill, one at a time is so much better.." you rolled your eyes watching him try and massage both and stifled a giggle when he dropped your left foot into his lap.

"Ah... Fuck..." He gasped, jumping slightly. You gasped too when you realised what your left foot had landed on.

"Cillian?" Your eyes widened as he moved your feet and oulled a cushion over his lap, holding his eyes closed with his fingers.

"Fuck sake... I'm sorry okay, it's just.. it's been a while and you were making those noises and... Fucking hell..." You bit your lip as you considered your options.

Yes, he was your best friend.

Yes, you'd been his best friend since his early days in theatre.

Yes, he was impossibly attractive.

Yes, you wanted to fuck him.

Deal done.

You moved quickly, pushing the cushion off his lap and kneeling next to him, your face inches away from his and your eyes locked together.

"I can help you with that, if you like?" You smiled, running a hand over the significant bulge in his trousers. He pulled your hand away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, do you?"

"Why not?"

"You're drunk, for a start!"

"Come on Cillian, it's just a friend helping a friend in need, yeah? And you're clearly in need..." You returned your hand to his erection and squeezed it through the fabric making him hiss.

"Friends aren't supposed to..."

"Aren't supposed to, what?" Your lips at his ear as you pulled the button and zip down on his trousers, his hips as you pulled them down to just above his bent knees.

"Turn each other on..."

"Well you've been turning me on for years Cillian." Grasping his thick cock in your hand, squeezing the tip and the base gently, he groaned, closing his eyes and giving in to the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. His right arm hung over your shoulders, his left hand on top of your on his hardness, guiding you to what he needed.

"So you like it being squeezed, do you?" You whispered. He nodded, his eyes watching your hand move on its own now, his mouth open, breathing heavily.

It wasn't long before his orgasm built - your hand clamped around him sending him soaring to the edge. You pumped your hand quicker, squeezed tighter.

"That's it... Fuck that's exactly it... Holy shit y/n...." His words coming out in gasps, his hips thrusting up into your hand as he gripped your hair, pulling your head back and latching onto your lips with his own. You pulled away.

"Don't hide those moans from me, I wanna hear them all..." You smiled, pumping him harder and faster, milking him as he groaned, and the first few spurts left his cock, his body jerking as he came over his stomach and your hand.

You slowed your movements as he came down from his high, his head resting back on the sofa. You felt a sudden gurgle in the pit of your stomach, and before he had time to react you ran to the bathroom - the alcoholic contents of the evenings beverages violently leaving your body into Cillian's downstairs toilet.

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You woke the next morning in his spare room - your head was pounding. You made a silent vow, promising to all that was holy that you would never touch another cocktail, glass of wine, or spirit ever again. The night before was hazy - you remembered stumbling into Cillian's Dublin townhouse with a bottle of wine... And that was it.

The smell of bacon downstairs lured you, and you slowly edged out of bed, throwing on the dressing gown you always kept at his house and headed downstairs. A coffee, paracetamol and pint of water waited for you on the kitchen table, followed by a bacon sandwich.

"You passed out in the toilet - I cleaned you up as best I could but you were, erm, yeah you were a mess y/n. Showering you wasn't easy." He chuckled, before taking a sip of his coffee and eyeing you weirdly.

"Thanks for this Cill... I'm so sorry about last night..."

"Don't be, it's fine - we can just put it behind us yeah?" He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked to the floor.

"It's not like it's the first time it's happened Cill?"

"Well I certainly don't remember it happening before y/n?"

"You're kidding me, right? It happened three weeks ago!"

"I think I'd remember my best friend giving me a handjob three weeks ago y/n?"

Your eyes widened - what the fuck did he just say? He caught your expression and his mouth dropped.

"Fuck... You don't remember do you..." He asked. You scrunched your eyes closed, trying to think back to the night before... The memory was cloudy... But...

"Oh my god.... Oh Cillian... Shit... I'm sorry!!!" You stood up, your hangover however getting the better of you and you quickly sat back down. You could see the cogs turning in Cillian's mind, almost like he was having some kind of internal debate with himself.

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"Bits of it..." He moved closer, leaning on the table next to you.

"Drunken rambling? Or did you mean it?" You looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was talking about and looking to the floor, your cheeks changing from grey to a deep crimson. He nodded, and lifted you up slowly to stand in front of him.

"I know an incredible hangover cure, if you need one. Just call it one friend helping another... In need. Yeah?" He smirked, his hands on your waist pulling you into the hallway and up the stairs.

"Cillian..."

"Shh... Just trust me..." He opened his bedroom door and walked you over to the bed. Backing you up til your knees hit it, he untied your dressing gown and threw it aside, his eyes admiring your now naked body.

"You put me to bed with no clothes on..."

"I had to wrestle you in the shower washing your fucking hair y/n, I'd lost the will to live at that point," he smiled, pushing you onto the bed and opening your legs.

"Cillian what are you doing?" Your mind was whirring at 100miles per hour.

"I'm about to make you scream my name while my tongue is pressed against your clit, my fingers are going to push you over the edge, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight." You mouth hung open at his deadpan statement and before you had time to react his mouth went to work - no build up, no foreplay, straight onto your clit making you cry out from the shock and extreme pleasure coursing through your body.

The man had skills - his tongue rolled your clit around, sucking and occasionally nibbling at it, as he pushed a finger inside you, immediately finding that small bundle of nerves and pressing against it.

"Fuck!! Shit... Cillian there... God don't stop... Please!" You felt him chuckle against your core, his eyes looking up at your arched body through his long eyelashes. You were gripping the bed sheets for dear life, his tongue ripping sensations from you that you'd never experienced before.

His mouth never left your core once, you found yourself writhing against him like a woman possessed.

"You taste incredible... You gonna cum for me, riding my face like that?" He returned to his work, eating at you like you were his last meal.

"Cillian... Fuck I'm coming... Oh god yes..." Your back arched again as you came over his tongue, his fingers fucking your g spot hard and fast, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible. His fingers removed briefly as he pulled his clothes off, you heard a drawer slide open, and a foil packet being ripped. Before you had time to refocus, you felt him enter you, your legs being lifted up to your sides as he rested his body on top of yours, starting a slow rhythm thrusting into you.

"So fucking tight y/n... So fucking good...." Your legs wrapped around his waist as he eased in and out, his forehead resting on top of yours as your eyes locked together. You could lose yourself in those eyes. Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you leaned forward and captured his lips in yours. Your lips molding together, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, both of your groaning against each other as his thrusts picked up in speed and force.

"Rail me into this bed, Cillian...." You groaned. He raised his body off you and lifted your hips, his knees underneath them giving you leverage. Your legs raised in the air, held in place by his arms as he pounded into you, the angle catching your still sensitive spot deep inside with expert precision.

"Y/n... I need you to cum..." He panted, your hand quickly moving to your clit where you massaged it hard, desperate for another release.

His facial expressions as he fucked you were perfection - the way his eyes scrunched closed... The silent O of his mouth hanging open, the breathy pants and moans coming from him... You came hard and quickly over him, your legs shaking from the new force he fucked you with.

"Gonna cum... Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Three hard thrusts into you and he shot his load into the condom, releasing your legs and falling onto you, both of you panting from the exertion.

He pulled out slowly, discarding the condom, and pulled you under the duvet with him, holding you close under his arm. You wrapped your body as close as you could to his, your legs tangled together.

"Explain something to me y/n..." He asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Mhmm..." You sighed, snuggled into his chest as you eyelids grew heavier.

"Why's it taken us so long to do this, huh?"

"I have no idea... But we ARE doing it again, right?"

"Every day for the rest of our fucking lives baby." He linked his hand in yours as you both drifted off into a deep sleep, both of you knowing this was only the beginning for you both.

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Sonic Boom - S3E6

Episode title: Roll With It

Word count: about 4200 words

AN: Thank you so much to everybody who’s left comments on this fic so far! Whether I’ve been able to respond to you or not, please know that your replies and tags fuel me and help me continue writing both this and my other stories :)

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Tails stalked back and forth across the living room of his house, both tails swishing wildly in agitation. “I can’t believe it!” he cried, turning to speed-walk back the other way once more. “Three times in one week already!”

Sonic sat (though the position he was in could only be called sitting with some significant stretching of the definition) upside-down on the couch, his feet thrown over the backrest as his eyes tracked his brother’s movement. “It’s not like they’ve actually taken anything yet, have they?”

“That’s not the point!” Tails insisted, whirling around to face Sonic. “The point is that someone is breaking into my workshop and moving things around! My workshop!”

“Maybe you oughta have a stakeout or something, then.” the hero suggested, his legs kicking idly.

“They’ll notice, since they’ve evaded my security systems this far.” Tails huffed, glowering irritably at the floor.

“Well….” Sonic said, swinging back to an upright (yet still lounging) position, “ooh, headrush.” He winced, lowering his head briefly.

“Anyway, what I was going to say was that since you’re so good at laying traps,” and here he leveled a distinctly flat stare at Tails, “maybe you could use that on this intruder.”

“You’re right!” the fox exclaimed, not even a hint of shame crossing his expression at the reference to his last attempt at trap-building. “I’ve gotta go do that right now!”

And so he sprinted off to the workshop, leaving Sonic still lounging on the sofa.

“This is gonna end well.” the hero muttered skeptically, looking directly into the camera.

[The same intro sequence plays as usual…with one minor change—all of Tails’s scenes are him interacting with Shadow in some form or another.

When Eggman’s villain reveal occurs, his background rapidly cycles through about ten different images (at least half of which are memes and one is a generic Windows XP wallpaper) before settling on a white background with a logo of two yellow tails. Eggman screams in rage before shutting off the camera.]

[The sequence then continues, before ending with the title of this week’s episode.]

That night, Tails slept peacefully in his bed while Sonic lay on the hanging couch out front, his feet propped up on a foam pillow. (It had taken them ages to get that way, though, since the fox had been fully prepared to stay up and wait for the intruder to try again until Sonic was forced to make him settle down and go to sleep.)

[Camera cuts to the inside of the workshop, showing a sliver of light on the floor with a shadow slipping across it.]

Meanwhile, the mysterious person snuck into the building once again. Carefully, they avoided the various cameras, alarms, and casually scattered electronics, sneaking towards a single shelf in the back. Hidden in the darkness, they didn’t make a single sound as they stepped closer and closer to their target…

…but, entirely without realizing it, they accidentally stood on a minuscule wire laid across the floor.

Machinery began to move in absolute silence as the person continued to creep forward. Well-oiled cogs turned and wiring unspooled as the intruder reached out their hand. Yet suddenly, despite all of the sensory evidence suggesting their safety, they stopped. Their ears twitched, and they tilted their head as though they had noticed something.

A single click rang out as a switch flipped, and the intruder startled violently…

[Camera cuts to the outside of the workshop as a half-stifled cry rings out for a moment.]

[Slow fade to morning.]

“Sonic!” Tails yelled, racing out of his room and shaking the hanging couch wildly. “Sonic, I caught them! I caught them!”

The hero looked up from where he had been thrown to the floor, limbs sprawled in a tangle of blue and sports tape. “Huh?” he asked intelligibly.

“I said,” Tails repeated impatiently, waving his Miles Electric around, “I caught the person who’s been sneaking into my workshop! We gotta go see who it is!”

That seemed to wake Sonic up a bit more, as he began to stand up with some urgency. “Alright then, Tails, let’s go.” he sighed, privately expecting it to be an irate villager of some kind or another who clearly hadn’t thought their actions through well enough.

Tails pushed open the door cautiously, revealing a perfectly normal workshop…given that the mess of machinery and the smaller version of Domepocalypse attached to the ceiling qualified as relatively “normal” for his workshop, of course.

The fox frowned. “I don’t see anything in here! It better not have triggered by mistake.”

Sonic squinted. All he could see inside the force field was some sort of ball, which almost seemed to be—

Black and red…

“No way.” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “No way!”

“For the love of Chaos if you want to keep your nose attached to your face you will not say another word.” Shadow snarled, uncurling and glaring down at the two through the purple sphere.

Sonic burst into laughter, making the other hedgehog growl and slowly drag his claws against the walls of the trap. “Wait, wait!” Sonic cried. “I’m not laughing at you, I’m not, I swear! I’m just…this is so not what I expected.”

“And what did you expect then, hedgehog?” Shadow sneered, though the rage in his voice began to subside.

“A villager or somethin’, mostly.” he admitted, while Tails hurried to the other side of the building and started fiddling with something on his computer.

“What are you doing?!” Shadow barked, a faint note of panic pitching his voice slightly higher than usual. His eyes fixed on the keyboard as his fists tightened helplessly.

Tails said nothing, but the striped hedgehog got his answer a second later when the force field dropped from the ceiling entirely without warning. A yell exploded from Shadow’s mouth briefly before he discovered that somehow, the force field had prevented him from breaking anything in his fall.

The two brothers made eye contact for a moment, surprised at the display of emotion, before turning to face Shadow. He seemed to be irate, embarrassed, and defensive all at once, but when neither of the two actually asked any questions, his face settled into a mask of indifference.

“Congratulations, you’ve caught me.” he said sarcastically. “Now what?”

“Why were you in my workshop?” Tails replied, hands on his hips.

“None of your business.” Shadow grumbled.

“Uh, it’s literally his place, dude.” Sonic replied, smirking. “I think that makes it his business.”

“Shut. Up.” the striped hedgehog huffed, folding his arms and looking away.

“I’m just sayin’, man—”

“Why do you insist on using those words?” Shadow interrupted, looking genuinely bewildered as well as irritated now. “Do you ever call anyone by their actual name?”

“I could ask you the same thing, hedgehog.” Sonic said smugly.

“That is an epithet! Those are entirely different circumstances!”

“Suuuure.” the hero said, making Shadow scoff in disgust.

“Fine then. Tails, I was here because I wanted to see what kind of technology you were creating in order to modify my combat techniques accordingly. Now will you let me go?”

“You didn’t take anything, did you?” the fox asked, but in a way that suggested he already knew the answer.

“No.” Shadow replied flatly.

“Then…no.” Tails said.

“What?” the hedgehog barked. “I just told you—”

“I know you didn’t! And if you had taken something, I would’ve left you in there longer than I’m going to. But as it is, the only thing I’m gonna subject you to is…friendship.”

Shadow raised a brow suspiciously.

“You’re going to spend half a day stuck with all five of us.”

“Let me out!” he barked suddenly, slamming his fists on the force field with increasing power.

Sonic, who had been watching this exchange with increasing amusement, suddenly stepped forward, all humor gone from his expression. “Hey, listen, man. I get it if you’re…what’s it called…classphobic?” he asked, frowning in confusion.

“Claustrophobic.” Tails corrected him.

“Whatever! I’m just saying, if you need more space or something, I bet we can figure that out.”

“It’s not that!” Shadow growled. “I merely refuse to be forced to endure your inane activities.”

“Oh! Well then trust me, Shads, there’s no worries there. You’re gonna have plenty of fun.” Sonic said, grinning.

“What did you just call me—!”

…

[Scene re-opens on Shadow inside the now moving force field.]

“Where did you even get those.” Shadow muttered, now resigned to his fate. He gestured towards the small machines attached to the bottom of Minidomepocalypse that kept it hovering an inch or two off the ground.

Tails looked back from where he was walking next to Sonic. The hero had attached a rope to one part of the force field and was now pulling it along with ease. “I reverse engineered it from old Ancient tech Amy found, actually!”

“Really.” Shadow muttered, one brow raised. “And how often, exactly, do you go searching for that kind of material?”

Tails shrugged. “Pretty often. Though I have to admit, we really did get lucky with Sonic’s mech.”

“Did you say you lot found an Ancient mech? Where?” Shadow asked, sitting up abruptly.

“Uh, just lying around in some cave—”

“Was it blue?”

“Maybe?” the fox said, wincing at Shadow’s tone.

“That was my cave, you know.” Shadow growled.

“Oops?” Tails smiled awkwardly.

“If you want, we can…we can give it back.” Sonic said reluctantly, clearly feeling a bit guilty now that he knew where it had come from.

Shadow frowned, thinking for a moment. “No. I’d have to actually find a place for it in my cave then. Just don’t blow anything up with it or I’ll take it away from you permanently.”

“Wow, bossy.” Sonic said, but it was punctuated with a wink and a quick smirk to show he meant no real harm.

Shadow merely rolled his eyes in response.

“Oh hey, look who’s over there!” Tails said wickedly, while Shadow groaned in despair.

“Ames! Knux! Sticks!” Sonic called, waving at them. “Check out who we got!”

Shadow leaned back against the force field with a sigh. (Leaning in exasperation was a carefully cultivated skill of his. There was an art to timing the movement and position just right.) “And yet, you still can’t use actual names.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Shadow?! How did you guys get him in there?”

Sonic grinned. “It was all Tails, really. Turns out Shadow’s the one who’s been breaking into his workshop at night and moving stuff around.”

“Really?” she gasped.

Shadow frowned. “I left everything where I found it! How did you know anything had been moved?”

Tails’s eyes narrowed as he stepped up to the purple sphere. “I know where every single tool and every single piece of tech in my entire workshop is. It may not look like it, but all of the stuff in there has a very specific placement. If things are turned around or even on the wrong side, I know. Immediately.”

Shadow stood firmly in place despite the fox’s tirade, his arms folded protectively. “I believe that qualifies as overorganization.”

“Exactly!” Tails said proudly.

Shadow blinked twice, and then promptly gave up on trying to rationalize anything for the rest of the episode.

“So, what’re we doing today?” Sonic asked excitedly.

“What about the hunting game?” Sticks suggested, a dangerous glint in her eye.

“Uh…I’d do that, but I don’t think Shadow could follow us on his own.” the hero said.

“They hunt each other for sport. Why am I surprised….” Shadow mumbled in the background, his hands over his face.

“Let’s play soccer!” Knuckles suggested. “We haven’t done that in at least ten episodes, so it should be okay, right?”

All five were excited about that, so they started up a game—and nobody paid attention to Shadow’s grumbling in the background, of course. He remained on the sidelines while Sonic and Amy split the groups into ‘hedgehogs’ and ‘not hedgehogs’ teams, determined to prove that they could win against superior numbers.

By the time halftime came around, they were losing. Badly.

“Try kicking the ball at the goal more often.” Shadow said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“You do it then, wise guy!” Sonic panted, hands on his knees.

“I would happily defeat you all in this paltry game, but as I’m sure you can see, I unfortunately cannot participate while inside this trap.”

Amy glared at him. “Are you mocking us?”

“Only a little.” Shadow replied archly.

“Well, at least he admitted it.” she sighed, turning to Sonic. “You ready for round two?”

“Yeah! Let’s do this!” he cheered, high fiving Amy.

They did lose in the end, but only barely, managing to scrape by with a score of 4-3. However, as the game had progressed, Shadow ended up beginning to participate as the referee solely out of frustration.

At first, he just called out a couple of times when the ball went out of bounds and it seemed like they were going to ignore it. As time went on, though, and the rules were not so much bent as twisted into a Möbius loop, he ended up shouting about the rules at every single one of them nearly all the time.

After they finished, he found himself yelling, “Do you always cheat this much?!”

(The resounding “YES!” he received in response did not improve his opinion of the team much.)

…

The team then dragged him along to the park, Sonic’s reasoning—paired with a particularly wicked grin—being that “Shadow could use some chill time in nature after that soccer game.”

The hedgehog in question had buried his face in his hands yet again and mumbled something about his sanity slowly draining away. Amy laughed.

“That tends to happen after a while.” she said, smiling sympathetically at him.

Shadow struggled to maintain his cool slouch against the walls of the force field in the face of his frustration, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes briefly before standing back upright. He scanned his surroundings in a desperate attempt to find some form of retaliation, and came to a rapid conclusion—evidently one he liked, too, given by his sudden smirk.

Suddenly, without warning, he curled into a ball and revved up a spindash, cycling around the sphere as fast as he could.

The rope attached to the force field tore out of Sonic’s hands and spun around so quickly it smacked him in the arm twice before he could even figure out what was happening. Shadow bounced back to his feet proudly, having switched directions halfway through to stop the rotation of Domepocalypse just as quickly as it had started.

“Hey!” Sonic pouted. “What was that for?”

“If you dare to mock me, you had better be prepared to face the consequences.” Shadow scoffed, looking down on the hero. “Even if I cannot move much inside this enclosure, I can still deal with you easily.”

“Man, you really need to calm down. Good thing we’re at the park already, huh?” Sonic shot back.

Shadow looked out over the crowd of shouting kids (and adults) currently occupying the space of grass within the confines of the village. Instantly, he turned his back on the scene, leaned forward until his head pressed against the force field, and sighed loudly in irritation.

Sonic then burst out laughing and remained that way for a good five minutes, at least.

…

“Okay, and that’s the town hall, where Mayor Fink does his work….” Amy said brightly. It had been her idea to take Shadow on a tour of the town, even if most of the others had grown rather bored by this point.

(“He’s never been here while not fighting before! This is a fantastic opportunity!” she’d insisted. “Yeah, an opportunity to make him want to burn the whole thing to the ground even more.” Sonic had said.)

“Your government is both corrupted and fails to perform its most vital duties. Excuse me if I am less than impressed.” Shadow replied drily.

Sticks gasped. “Finally! Somebody else with some sense about what really goes on behind closed doors! What kind of conspiracies do you think they’re planning?”

“Only ones that constitute a benefit for themselves and nobody else.” the striped hedgehog replied.

“Exactly!” the badger cried, instantly prepared to launch a single-person attack on the town hall. “We have to stop them!”

“Sticks, no!” Amy called, dragging them back to the group. “Nobody is destroying the town hall today!”

Sticks grumbled irritably in response.

“Anyway, over there is the library…” she continued hurriedly, only to receive another flat remark from Shadow.

“Yes, the library, whose librarian is both an active impediment to the distribution of knowledge and a failure of a pedant.”

Tails laughed at that. “He is, though! He keeps giving people looks if they say ‘who’ instead of ‘whom’, and I can’t even count the number of times he’s told me the ‘grown-up books’ are off limits.”

He turned away, muttering, “Actually, I can. It’s been at least fourteen.

“I just hide them in between some comic books and that works most of the time.” Tails added, shrugging it off. “At least those are fun to read too!”

“That is either incredibly clever or your librarian is incredibly idiotic.”

“Probably both, to be honest.”

“Aw, come on guys, I like the library!” Amy insisted, seeming disappointed.

“And you’re the only one who does.” Sonic replied smoothly, leaning on her shoulder.

“I never said I disliked the library, just the librarian.” Shadow replied, leaning sideways (since it was important to cross-train with different types of leaning) against the force field once more.

“You like the library? Lame.” Sonic shot back.

“I never said I liked it, either.”

Knuckles frowned, confused. “Wait…so you don’t like the library, but you also do like the library?”

“Exactly.” Shadow said, a distinct smugness in his voice.

Sonic and Amy both let out long-suffering sighs while Tails and Sticks fought back laughter. The fox in particular was surprised that Shadow was actually funnier than he had expected, and could in fact hold his own when faced with the combined chaotic energy of the group.

[Since it is impossible to properly convey what happened next through text, please imagine a really cool exploding noise here.]

Suddenly, an explosion scattered the five and sent Shadow’s force field flying. A maniacal laugh boomed across the street as the smoke cleared to reveal…

…Eggman, with bass-boosted speakers attached to his Eggmobile for the sole purpose of making his laugh sound more menacing.

Sonic snickered. “Speakers, Egghead? I think that counts as cheating.”

“Oh, shut it, you!” the doctor snapped. “I think they add a certain gravitas to my persona.”

“Oh wow, that’s a cool sound system!” Knuckles said, having missed the previous exchange entirely (although this time it wasn’t entirely his fault, as the explosion had left his…well, presumably he had ears that could have been ringing).

“Well thank you! At least someone appreciates my sense of taste.” Eggman said, still rather indignant.

“What taste?” Shadow scowled, stepping forward…minus any kind of purple shielding. “The only thing you’ll be tasting in a minute is the dirt, Eggman.”

“Wait—how did you break out of Domepocalypse?!” Tails cried. “I designed it to be indestructible!”

“It’s never held me before, Tails.” Shadow shot back, rolling his eyes. “Now then, doctor…” he cracked his knuckles. “…this is for trying to blow me up.”

He smacked the Eggmobile with a roundhouse kick that nearly sent it flying. (Which meant, apparently, that cracking his knuckles had been entirely for effect.) Inside, Eggman ground his teeth before roaring, “Robots! ATTACK!”

Amy sprinted into battle with a shout, swinging her hammer with forceful precision. Knuckles punched flying bee-bots out of the air while Sticks wielded her bo staff, fending off the ones on the ground. Tails took to the skies, defending the team from the robots nobody else could reach, while Sonic bounced around, spin-dashing badniks left and right.

Meanwhile, Shadow was…helping? Surprisingly enough, he actually seemed to be fighting Eggman as well, even if he abjectly refused to actively work with any of the members of the team. He mostly teleported around and used spindashes or kicks, but seemed to avoid performing any attacks like the Chaos Blast he’d used when angered earlier on in the season.

Whirling into another dash, Shadow ricocheted off a wall and nearly missed his mark—but then Sonic took it out instead.

Shadow was about to stalk over and yell at him when he noticed something odd: Sonic had left his own targets free for the other hedgehog to destroy in exchange. He attacked them entirely on instinct, but found that he couldn’t quite manage to work out what had just happened, somehow.

The striped hedgehog hardly had a moment to be confused, though, because soon enough, the battle had ended.

“Ugh! You just got lucky because Shadow was on your side this once!” Eggman barked. “Next time, I’ll win for sure!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Egghead!” Sonic taunted, grinning.

“When will he ever learn?” Amy asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

Tails smirked. “Probably never, honestly.”

As the others celebrated, Knuckles awkwardly inched over next to Shadow. “Hey, thanks for helping us out today.” he said, clearly torn between his usual friendly demeanor and his wariness at getting too close to the guy who’d knocked him—sorry, pummeled him—into a wall.

Shadow blinked, confused. “Oh. Uh. Whatever. I only did it because Eggman tried to blow me up, anyway.” he muttered halfheartedly.

“Yeah, it was great fighting with you instead of against you today, man!” Sonic called. “We should do it more often!”

Shadow’s eyes widened. He stared at the team as it slowly dawned on him that all of them felt this way. “W-well, of course it was easier to defeat him! Since I can best all of you in single combat.” he insisted, ignoring the slight stammer at the beginning of his words.

He quickly teleported away after that, heading back to his cave (to preferably spend the next half hour curled up as tightly as possible in shame).

“Aw man, he left already?” Tails said, frowning.

“I guess so.” Sonic shrugged. “He probably just couldn’t handle our combined awesomeness for such a long time.”

“Does this mean he’s part of the team now?” Sticks asked, confused.

Amy opened her mouth to speak, but then paused. “Actually, Sticks, I don’t really know.”

“If he isn’t now, then he will be soon!” Knuckles exclaimed.

“You know what?” Sonic said, looking off into the distance for a moment. “I think you might just be right about that.”

…

The next day, Tails marched into the library and started pulling not one, not even two, but five different engineering manuals off the shelves of the adult nonfiction section. Stacking them all in his arms, he walked boldly up to the front desk and dropped them in the checkout area.

“Only thirteen-year-olds and up can borrow books from the adult section.” Fastidious Beaver announced flatly.

“I may be ten, but I have an IQ higher than you could ever hope for!” the fox snapped. “I’m borrowing these books whether you like it or not.”

“Such language!” he cried. “You take after your brother in that, of all things?”

“Hey!” Tails barked. “I’m proud to call Sonic my brother, and you know what? If you’re not going to scan those books for me, then I’ll just do it myself!”

Suddenly, he snatched the barcode scanner from the desk and checked out all five books, a determined look on his face.

“That, young man, is against the rules!” the beaver shouted, but he seemed too nervous to actually do anything about it.

“I only follow rules if they make sense.” Tails replied smugly, pausing at the open door. “Otherwise…” and suddenly, he developed a wicked smile that struck terror into the librarian’s heart, “…anything’s fair game for me.”

And then he rushed out of the library and flew all the way back home, cheering excitedly as he went.

Before Tails would sit down to read his hard-won treasure, though, he headed for his workshop. Inside, he walked over to a machine that was analyzing Domepocalypse’s main power source.

On the readout nearby was a list of dates and times, and the fox studied them for a moment before frowning at the display, refreshing the screen, and reading them again.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” he muttered to himself. “This says he could’ve broken out at least an hour before the fight!”

Sonic burst into the workshop at that moment, skidding to a stop at the workstation. “Hey Tails, I heard you come back! What’s up?”

“I was just looking over some of this data from Domepocalypse. It says that Shadow figured out how to escape ages before he actually did!” the fox explained. “But if that’s right, why didn’t he leave sooner?”

Sonic grinned. “Aw, c’mon, you telling me you don’t think it was my winning personality?”

Tails swiped at his arm, snickering. “It was not!”

“Oh, I see how it is!” the hero cried. “Betrayed by my own brother, huh? Is that right?”

But he was smiling too much for even a complete stranger to think he was truly angry.

[Freeze-frame on the two standing together and laughing, followed by a fade to black.]

[roll credits]

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