#i am begging you to learn how movie making works
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Okay I am going to need you all to repeat after me:
"The MCU is a symptom, not the disease"
Hollywood in general has some massive problems right now, and some of them are genuinely new and unique problems (not as many as people on tumblr seem to think, but definitely not 0), and the Marvel Movies are the cause of exactly none of them
The MCU has a lot of these problems, there are MCU movies that exemplify most of the problems with modern hollywood movies, (are also MCU movies that exemplify most of the good points of modern hollywood movies, but that's a different argument), but they are not the cause of those problems. The MCU going away would not fix any of those problems.
The MCU is not the reason vfx and CGI artists are not uninionised, that's the fault of union busting efforts by AAA games companies and media conglomerates like Disney, AND it's an effect of modern global communications meaning that the work can be outsourced to teams overseas if artists within the USA demand better pay. This is a new and unique problem to this moment in time, because you can't outsource work on physical sets overseas without moving the entire movie production, but CGI artists do not need to be on set, so it's easy to hire teams in China or Vietnam to do the work for less than teams in the USA in a way that's simply never been true before.
The MCU is not the reason studios no longer invest in mid-budget films, that is the fault of falling cinema ticket sales scaring investors, and the late-stage capitalism obsession with growth at any cost leading studios to reinvent the road-show era mentality, when the entire studio's survival rests on the success of failure of one or two movies. Yes the runaway success of the Avengers played a part in investors deciding that $300,000,000 film budgets were a viable option, but a) it was that successful because it's a pretty perfect summer blockbuster, not flawless by any means, but a solid action movie that a lot of people genuinely enjoyed, b) there's nothing inherently wrong with movies that expensive existing, as long as less expensive movies also exist (a budget like that pays the wages for a fuck tonne of people), and c) so was the success of the Bayformers movies, and y'all aren't sending death threats to people online for liking the Last Knight or whatever the fuck the King Arthur one was called
The MCU is not the reason Disney is obsessed with plot twists to the point of hiding information from their actors, that's a combination of Disney has honestly always been pretty awful about IP protection, a handful of high profile leaks that made studios jumpy, and the fact that in the age of streaming and reduced cinema attendance, the easiest way to ensure people watch a movie when it releases is to make them think there's something about the movie which will be ruined if they wait a week. Short of selling film canisters with built in self-destruct mechanisms, 'this movie has a big twist and it won't be as good if you already know it going in' is the quickest and easiest way to do this, and crucially, it doesn't cost anything extra because it can be written into the movie at the scripting stage. Also a weird number of cinema-goers actually do care about spoilers, and twitter has meant that avoiding spoilers is basically impossible. There's a reason kids movies are largely exempt from the twists for the sake of twists mentality and it's that kids aren't (theoretically) on twitter.
(Also people stopped buying DVDs, so that's no longer a significant revenue stream for studios, so they don't care if people want to rewatch a movie or not, so it doesn't matter if the twist doesn't actually make sense and makes people not want to rewatch the movie because it's not like they were going to buy the DVD anyway).
Pretty much the only problem in modern Hollywood that can be traced solely to the MCU is the fixation on shared universes (and they're not actually bad in isolation as long as studios remember not everything needs to be a shared universe), but even that's just investors doing what they always do and trying to predict what made a movie successful without taking into account that it might just have been a good movie. Shared universe movies themselves can be traced to the MCU, but the phenomenon of studios just copying whatever the last thing to be success was absolutely cannot.
And the MCU not properly crediting and compensating the comics writers and artists? That's not even a Disney problem (although they have made it worse), that is a Marvel Comics problem and always has been (hey look, a thing you can actually blame Stan Lee for without needing to make up weird conspiracy theories about unsuccessful spider-man movies!). Disney is absolutely making it worse, but the Sam Raimi spider-man movies had the same problem, and so did the 1979 Captain America movie, and so did the unreleased 1994 Fantastic 4 movie. Marvel are real shitty about paying royalties, and this has been a known issue since the 60s.
You do no have to like the MCU, no one has to like any piece of media, but people liking and paying to see MCU movies is not the reason Hollywood is shit right now. The MCU is a product of the studio system, not the cause of it.
Block MCU related tags if you want to. Unfollow MCU fans. Don't go to see the movies. Advocate for a CGI union or better conditions for actors. But please stop pretending that disliking some movies is some kind of activism, or that the movies are somehow uniquely flawed, because that's not how any of this works.
(And as always, Martin Scorsesee has a standing invitation to fight me in the basement of any comic book store on earth)
#long post#mcu#discourse#i am begging you to learn how movie making works#i want to be able to cricise these movies as movies#without having people use my arguments as support for why it's okay to send death threats to someone who liked a bad movie#and i want to be able to praise the stuff that's good in them#without being the one getting those death threats#i know this is the being weird about media website#but can you all just try and be fucking normal about these movies for 5 minutes?#some of them are good#some of them are bad#none of them are destroying cinema#they're just some movies
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Part 3 of obsessed Johnny
(Part 2 is here.)
CW for extremely dubious consent.. or this might actually be coerced consent? Is there a difference? Anyway, be safe!
There’s a few things you learn quickly. If you ask nicely, present things just right, Johnny will give you just about anything. Any foods, any drinks. He movies a huge flatscreen into your room and makes it so you can watch damn near anything with streaming.
“I just want to let everyone know I’m okay. You can read the message yourself before I send it! But the police will come looking if I don’t tell people I’m alright.”
So he cuddles up next to your shoulder and reads as you make up lies to family and friends and professors that you’re fine, but you’re very stressed and need space. That you’re taking some time to “work on yourself.” Johnny takes your phone away again when it’s done and apologizes again when you cry about it.
There are things you don’t ask for either, that he brings you. A squishy pillow in the shape of a bunny. A bunch of fidget toys. Soft thigh high socks for the cold room and cotton shirts that stretch down nearly to your knees. Not a lot of pants.
When you carefully ask why, he blushes and tells you that you look cuter without them. Still, you have a couple pairs of fleece joggers that mysteriously disappear sometimes.
Then there’s…. well there’s this.
“I’m making it up to you, angel,” he breathes against your bare thigh. “I’m sorry I’ve been so mean. But I promise it’s all for you, I’ll show you.”
You’re trembling, trying to think of a good way to tell him to stop that won’t upset him. Hard to do that when he’s prying his way so gently between your legs, tonguing at your cotton panties.
“It’s alright, I won’t take anything, Bonnie. Going to give you everything,” he whispers. “It’s not for me. All for you to feel good.”
He rips through the lace on the side with his teeth and tugs it away to bear you. He groans, eyes going moony.
“Gorgeous girl,” he moans, laying kisses all over. “Such a pretty kitty. Knew you would be.”
“W-wait, wait, soap,” you finally force out. But he’s far, far too gone now. His eyes don’t even flicker away from your pussy.
“Don’t get shy on me now, hen.” He loops one of your legs over his shoulder, stroking the outside of your thigh. “Nothing to be shy about.”
Your stomach clenches as his mouth drops open, hot air across your sensitive core. His mouth is already shiny. He finally, finally pries his eyes from your cunt, looking up at you through thick lashes.
“Let me, baby,” he begs. “Say I can, say I’m allowed to make you feel good. You deserve it, let me make this up to you.”
At this point, you don’t think he’d listen if you didn’t give permission so you just nod.
“S-slow, soap. Please?”
“Anything for you,” he promises. “Anything… anything…”
He kisses your pussy like a lover leaving his beloved. Aching, slow, devoted. His tongue grinding against your clit, licking at your entrance. He moans at the taste of you, eyes rolling back in his head.
You try to lay still, to be quiet, to just... let it happen to you. But Christ, he feels so good. Luxuriant. There’s no resisting the way he sucks so softly at your clit, tongue rolling over and over that little bundle of nerves.
You’re soaking, you can feel it running down onto the bed. He swipes the flat of his tongue through you slit, picks his head up enough for you to see the thick, glistening string of saliva and slick connecting him to your cunt.
You press a hand to your mouth as your hips buck, muffling the noise you make into you palm.
“No, no,” he whimpers, “how am I supposed to know I’m taking care of you? Please, baby, let me hear you. I know I’m never gonna hear heaven’s choir so you’re the closest I’ve got.”
He dives down with renewed vigor, sloppy noises mixing with his grunts and moans. He’s writhing his own hips into the bed, getting off on the taste of you alone. You’ve lost control of your voice - and your hands. They’re tangled up in his mohawk, guiding him to tongue fuck you just right.
You don’t know what does it? What sets you off. Only that it’s all too much all at once and you’re tipping over the edge before you can think about what it means when you do. You clench down on his tongue, ride his mouth as wave after wave curves your back off the mattress.
When you can breathe again, his cheek is lying on your thigh, a dopey, cum-drink grin on his messy face.
“So pretty when you cum,” he sighs, lashes fluttering. There’s a wet spot against your calf; he came when you did. Just… just from…
“Can’t wait to give you another.”
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Cooking Together
☕┆ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Are you hungry? Great so am I, so let's go cook with some demons from Hell. Hopefully you like what they prepared if not too bad suck it up and eat their cooking. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story. Don't forget to like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed. My request are open so whisper your desires, my way. 🌌📖
☕┆ Story Contains: Delicious Food
☕┆ Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
☕┆ Word Count: 999
Charlie & Vaggie: It was a normal night for you and your lovely girlfriends. Charlie wanted to cook with you both so you and Vaggie agreed to do just that. You all agreed to make chicken parm with pasta, and broccoli. Which was good because Vaggie took care of the chicken, Charlie had the broccoli, and you handled the pasta. You, guys, listened to music while cooking and having fun. Once dinner was done. Charlie suggested watching her favorite movie and you both sighed happily and agreed. You all sat on the couch, eating and watching the movie. You told your girlfriend Vaggie how you loved how she prepared the chicken. And she complimented you on the pasta. “ Was the broccoli good? “ Charlie asked you both. You and Vaggie kissed her cheek and nodded. “ Of course, it was good hon. “ Vaggie said to Charlie. Which the demon princess squealed in delight. After dinner. You, guys cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. You had blats cooking dinner with your girlfriends. That you didn’t want to end. So you and Charlie both convinced your, guy's girlfriend Vaggie to bake a cake with you, she sighed and shook her head with a smile. “ Fine, but I’m picking the flavor. “ She said and followed you both into the kitchen.
Alastor: When Alastor suggested cooking together for a date night. You happily agreed and Alastor grabbed his recipe book. “ Let’s make this my dear. “ Alastor said pointing to the recipe that said Shrimp Scampi With Sun-Dried Tomatoes. You nodded and Alastor guided you through the cooking progress. He let you taste some of the shrimp. While he told you about the things he used to cook with his mom. The two of you dance while the food cook and Alastor would dip you while kissing you all over your neck. He loved hearing you giggle. When dinner was done. You and Alastor sat down drinking and eating. You listened to Alastor’s jokes and stories. You loved hearing your demonic little strawberry ramble. After dinner, you and Alastor did the dishes. You knew dessert was off the table since Alastor wasn’t a big fan of sweet things. Alastor came over and kissed you. “ I may not like sweets but I like you. “ Alastor said and gave you another kiss. You smiled and held his hand as you two stood in the kitchen admiring each other.
Sir Pentious: This clingy noodle boy has been begging to cook with you because he wanted to learn how to cook. Whenever Pentious cook it usually leads to smoke, fire, or a large boom sound. Sometimes all three, so when you finally had a day off. You agreed to help your boyfriend learn how to cook. He was excited and gave you many kisses, hugs, and sweet words. You let him pick the recipe and he chooses Beef Bourguignon. You guided him through the recipe and showed him how to do things in an easy, right, and patient way. Pentious was surprised at what he learned. Though you did have to bandage his hand because he wasn’t careful with the knife. Once the food was finished, Pentious was filled with joy and took pictures. “ Voxtagram will love this! “ Pentious took some pictures of you holding the food. After uploading the pictures. He sat down and started eating with you, giving you lovey-dovey eyes. “ Thank you for teaching me how to cook (Y/N) my love. “ Pentious said. After that, Pentious wanted to make a cake with you, which didn’t go well like dinner because he added too much sugar, oh Pentious.
Husk: Husk had been stressed from working at the hotel. So he took some days off, he was playing cards right now in your, guys living room. You had been staring at him and he could tell you wanted something. He chuckled and set the cards down. “ What’s up doll? “ Husk asked while staring at you. You told him that you wanted to cook dinner tonight but you wanted him to join you. Husk chuckled and stood up. “ Sure, better than sitting here and playing cards by myself. “ He stood up and followed you into the kitchen. You said that you wanted to make a Sea Bass a la Michele. Which made Husk’s stomach growl and you took that as a yes. And you both started cooking. Husk would talk about his days at the Hotel, cards tricks, and rant about how people should appreciate magic more. Which made you giggle, you knew how much your boyfriend loved magic. After finishing dinner, you and Husk ate while you played cards. Of course, Husk won and gloated but he gave you a kiss. “ Dinner and games with you are always fun. “ Husk said. You knew he was just trying to butter you up, but you gave him a kiss back and the two of you went to go clean up.
Angel Dust: You were sitting on you and Angel’s bed while drawing. Angel stepped into the room and walked over. He poked your cheek and you looked up at him. He had a grin on his face and placed his hands on your sketchbook. “ Hey babe, please come cook dinner with me and fat nugget. “ He said while pouting. You smiled at him and nodded. Angel grinned with excitement and picked you up running to the kitchen as you laughed. Watching Fat Nugget follow you. Angel suggested a lobster dinner, you raised an eyebrow and asked him where he got a lobster. “ I found it. “ He said with the biggest smug, you have ever seen. You knew what he meant when he would say he found something. You sighed and smiled. And assisted Angel with his lobster dinner. Which turned out great and paired with a nice wine. After dinner, you and Angel lay in bed with Fat Nugget. Angel gave you a kiss. “ Next time I’ll find us a chicken. “ He said while laughing and holding you close.
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would you have any small writing tips to share with others who are attempting to write their own stories?
Sure.
Disclaimer: This is not a full on tutorial on how to write. These are just tiny, tiny little grains of wisdom of things I realized here and there. Do not eat this advice like a full course meal. It isn't one. It's just a dusting of some spices, and I am salt bae-ing them over you, but they are not calorically relevant without a story.
1. Help your readers read your story.
AKA: If you want your readers to build a house, you better take them to a Home Depot and teach them how to use a screwdriver first.
You want your readers to read your story easily? You gotta make your story easy to read. That means learning how to make sentences easier to understand. That means breaking up walls of text into smaller bites. That means - yes - spelling words consistently and using accessible (not Correct, necessarily, but ACCESSIBLE) grammar!
You want your readers to understand your world? You gotta give your readers tools to understand it with. That means explaining new concepts! That means describing stuff a lot! That means using visual language if you don't have actual visuals!
Your readers will not read your mind to know what you MEANT to say. You have to say what you mean. You have to mean what you write. Learn to write clearly. Learn to help your readers.
2. Something that takes you a month to make will take your audience ten minutes to read.
You want to spend an hour drawing one comic panel? Great. You wanna spend an hour writing a single paragraph? Fantastic. You wanna use up a week perfecting a script? Amazing!
Your readers will still glance at that panel for a second before moving on. Your readers will still eat that paragraph in a bite. Your readers will skim that script. If you're lucky.
You cannot control how much your work is appreciated. But you CAN control how much of your time you sacrifice to make it.
Balance the scales.
3. You are not talented.
Neither am I. Nor are any of us.
Listen to me. Listen.
Talent is a beautiful, useful word. But it often lies to us. It suggests that we are born better than others.
This is not often accurate. What talent hides within itself is not pre-ordained inherent skill. It is not something you are birthed being. It is not a statistical difference of physicality.
Talent starts with passion.
Maybe you have passion for stories - so you beg your grandfather to read to you before you can recognize words, and you write a lot in every school assignment, and you pay attention to EVERY story you watch in school plays, and you observe all the characters you see in movies, and you CARE. So. Much. And this moves you to try to write, and then to try again, and then to try harder.
Talent does not exist, because no amount of 'you were made for running' can make you run. No amount of 'you were the son of great authors' can make you write.
But inherent curiosity can push you forward. Inherent curiosity can make you watch, and observe, even before you understand you are observing. Inherent curiosity for your personal interests makes you a fan of writing, of drawing, of world-building. It makes you research how to be a great author before you even know what research is. It auto-tunes you to what you know is good about these things, and it gives you the necessary tools to know what will work and what won't.
So when you think you are talented, understand that this is not something that was done to you in the womb. It was something you raised, and watered like a seed, before you even knew what you were growing.
Don't rely on talent. Understand that you got this far because you CARE about this thing. And don't forget to care. Because that's what has carried you this far, and it is the only thing that can carry you even farther.
also, cringe is dead.
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Yakuza Husband ch4
Paring: sukuna x female reader
Contains: gojo he is a warning, smut, soft sukuna, family talk, yuji as a kitten
Au: sukuna yakuza boss
Summary: sukuna and the kitten have just became a big thing in your life, and now sukuna would finally learn about your parents life which makes him more interested in you.
chapter3 ch4 chapter 5
When you finally opened your eyes you noticed the sun through your curtains and went to close your eyes but they snapped open when feeling a body press against your back. You turned to look over feeling your body still naked as you saw sukuna laying there with the kitten on his chest.
"Well look who decided to wake up. How do you feel?"
He had a smirk on his face looking at you with a blush on your cheeks.
"I am fine. We had sex."
Sukuna let out a chuckle and gave little pets to the kitten saying "yes and you loved it."
You looked away in shock and covered your face with your hands. All the memories of last night came flooding in. The feeling of his body on yours and feeling his length deep inside you.
"I am going to go back to the couch. I will take little yuji with me while you get ready."
Sukuna slipped out of your bed in only underwear and took yuji with him, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You started to feel tears in your eyes. You couldn't believe that you just slept with a yakuza leader. The things you said to him last night, that was not you and you refused to believe it was really you talking.
It took you a while to finally get dressed and walk out of your room to see sukuna making some breakfast and the kitten standing on his shoulder. You couldn't help but to smile.
"That kitten really likes you. It was so shy around people in the shelter."
Sukuna set the plates and brought them over to the table looking at you with a smirk.
"Come eat sweetheart you need it after what happened last night." He said and gave you a wink making you slightly blush and look away.
After eating you went to hide in your room to read and watch movies with the kitten and avoided sukuna. He knew how to clean his stomach so you didn't have to babysit him.
Your mind is still clouded with thoughts of him from last night. Still feeling ashamed for sleeping with a man who wasn't even your partner.
The little kitten walked over to the edge of your bed and took a jump as you gasped and ran over to him. You watched as he ran to the door and mowed to get out. Curiously you walked over to open the door and saw him run out down the hallway and into the living room.
"Yuji where are you going?"
As you followed the kitten he went straight to sukuna, seeing him asleep on the couch while yuji tried to climb up to him.
You picked the kitten and placed him on sukuna’s chest and watched him curl into a ball to sleep. "Well goodnight yuji."
Over the next few days you avoided sukuna only saying hello or goodnight and eating with him when he made dinner. You appreciate him always making you dinner when you get home from work. A smile filled your face seeing the kitten on his shoulder while he cooked when you walked through the door.
It was the last day you have with little yuji. You stayed out in the living room that night to spend time with sukuna and yuji since the kitten never wanted to leave him. You felt bad cause you could see how attached he is to the kitten, even if he didn't want to say it.
In the morning sukuna was awake to say his goodbyes to the kitten. You didn't think you could do this but you had to. At the end of your shift there you were at the adoption table signing paperwork and yuji in your arms. You begged so hard to adopt him saying it was for your boyfriend and it reminded him of someone. Sukuna was sad to see the animal go away.
You smiled wide, holding little yuji, hearing him meow as you went to a nearby pet store and bought some starter kitten things in a bag. When you got home and opened the door you didn't see sukuna on the couch or in the kitchen.
"Sukuna?!"
He then came out from the bathroom down the hall and walked towards you with just sweatpants and his healing wound out in the open.
"Hello sweetheart."
He then saw yuji in your arm and a bag in your other hand with a pet store name on it. Sukuna raised an eyebrow and walked over to you slowly and stood in front of you looking down at you and the kitten then crossed his arms.
"Why is yuji back?"
You smiled with a slight blush to how close he was then looked to the kitten. "I adopted him for you. You seemed really happy to have him here and looked really sad he was leaving. So he is yours."
Sukuna was shocked that you bought yuji but his life is not a good one for a little animal.
"No, take him back. I don't need another issue in my life. You really think I wanted some little rat. Take him back now. I don't need some useless thing." Sukuna said, getting close to your face with a growl.
You looked at him in shock and dropped the bag of cat stuff and held yuji with tears in your eyes. "Sukuna, he is just a baby. I thought you liked him?"
He scoffed and stepped away. "He will be dead in days around me. Take him back. I don't care, just get rid of him, throw him outside. I don't need him."
You began to cry holding the kitten and walked away saying "why are you so cruel?"
"Because I am ryomen sukuna."
He smirked but then it went away when he heard your sniffles and held the cat closer to you. He watched you walk away and slam the door closed.
Sukuna let out a sigh then went over to the bag and picked it up seeing some of the stuff fall out. He crouched down picking up the things and looked at the little cat toys of bells, some plush mice and treats. He noticed a folder and pulled it out to look at the paperwork of the kitten. Seeing his name written on the adoption paper and the payment from you. Name of the kitten yuji brother of sukuna.
He felt his chest tighten as he put the stuff back in the bag then walked over to your door quietly listening to you talk to the kitten. Sukuna let out a sigh then just opened your door looking at you.
You sat up quickly with tears on your face and scowled at him. "Get the hell out of my room!"
Sukuna closed the door and walked over ignoring your demand as he set the bag down on your bed.
Yuji squirmed out of your arms and ran over to sukuna. He smiled slightly and picked up the kitten looking at it.
"Little yuji, you are not a rat."
You wipe your face looking at him then move to face sukuna seeing him move closer to sit on your bed.
"I didn't mean those words. I just never had anyone do any of this before. I don't feel like I'm worth having yuji. This little cat, I don't want him to get hurt in my life. I will never forgive myself if he dies under my watch."
You moved closer to sukuna and put your hand on his bicep and gave him a slight smile.
"I just thought you hated him and I was worried that I made the wrong choice. Because you looked so happy with the kitten and little yuji really likes you."
Sukuna held the kitten in his hand and leaned in closer to you. With his other free hand he carefully held your chin between his thumb and finger giving you a smirk.
"I appreciate you darling."
A blush filled your cheeks looking into his eyes feeling your heart race. He is an attractive man and after what you two had done that one night, any time he was close to you, your heart fluttered.
He leaned in closing the gap between you two and pressed his lips to yours. You felt your heart swell and closed your eyes feeling the warmth of his lips. Sukuna opened his mouth deepening the kiss as he swiped his tongue across your lower lip, you gratefully opened your mouth letting his tongue invade while you let out a moan.
But sadly he pulled away looking at your flushed face with a wide playful smirk on his lips as he licked the taste of you.
"I am going to go start dinner for the two of us."
And just like that he left you alone in your room, heart racing and face flushed.
It was your day off and in the late night after spending the day watching movies and trying to clean up your room and sukuna keeping an eye on the kitten while you both stayed in your own world.
You went to sleep passing out hard while sukuna stayed awake. He wanted tea so he carried the kitten into the kitchen and placed him on the counter.
"What a drink too yuji? I beat it's still you little brat."
He chuckled talking to the kitten as he reached into one of the cupboards to grab one of your cat tea cups but then felt a sharp pain right over his stomach.
"Ahh fuck!"
He pulled his hand away from the cup and pushed it a little with his fingertips as he moved. It fell to the floor and broke into pieces with a loud sound of glass breaking.
"Fuck."
He looked at the mess and picked up yuji from the counter then heard your door open.
You ran out of the room with your fathers sword in hand, dressed in nothing but your underwear and a short kimono.
Sukuna looked at you, crossing his arms with a smirk as yuji let out a meow. "Well look who came to save me? I didn't think you cared."
You sighed and walked over into the kitchen putting the sword down on the table and noticed the broken cup. "Damn sukuna, that was my favorite tea cup."
Sukuna leaned over picking up yuji then stepped around the glass to walk over to you with a playful smirk.
"Sweetheart, why did you run out like that? Especially dressed like this."
Sukuna moved his free hand and slid it through the opening of your kimono and placed it against your bare side.
A gasp left you as you froze in place and your cheeks flushed at the contact. You shouldn't be attracted to him, but his touch drives you mad and the way he kissed you the other day as if you two were a couple. But you didn't know what the two of you were to each other. You didn't want to be some toy to him.
His hand grazed up your skin lightly, his fingers touched the bottom of your left breast making you breath out hard. A chuckle could be heard from him as he leaned in closer to you.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Sukuna…i..yes I care about you. That is why I came out. I also don't want any death in my apartment."
He smirked and placed yuji into your arms.
"Go to bed sweetheart I will clean up the mess."
You just nodded holding yuji as he looked over to your sword.
"Is that yours?"
"It's mine now but it belonged to my father."
You went over to it and took it then went back into your room.
After sukuna was done cleaning the glass he went to your room seeing you laying in bed already asleep with the kitten curled up beside you. He chuckled and petted yuji. "Are you going to protect her tonight?"
He gave a meow as sukuna smile then covered you with your blanket and left.
The next day sukuna decided to clean up your home since he was bored and the apartment was starting to look like a mess. Yuji stayed on his shoulder or ran after him through the apartment. Sukuna left trash bags by the front door, not daring to walk outside risking being seen.
Yuji went to your bedroom door wanting to get in as sukuna sighed at the baby.
"Yuji, she is not home. What do you want?"
He opened the door for the kitten watching him run inside.
Sukuna stepped in looking at the mess in your room and grunted. Yuji picked up one of his mouse toys and ran out of the room with it. Sukuna started to take the dishes out of your room and brought them to the kitchen, mumbling at how he became your maid.
"This woman is going to pay for this."
Sukuna noticed the time and you should have been home 30 minutes ago. He already had your schedule memorized since you always come home around the same time and if you did stay over you texted him but you didn't this time. He quickly called satoru, hearing him pick it up.
"Satoru you watching the girl?"
Gojo chuckled and said "yes I am watching your girl. She is still very cute by the way."
"Whatever I am not calling to hear you gawking over women. What is she doing and where is she?"
"She is out shopping looking at some men's clothes for you." He chuckled leaning against the wall waiting for you to come out of a store.
Sukuna sighed and said "keep an eye on her and keep your damn distance."
He hung up then went back into your room collecting your clothes and brought them to the laundry spot in the closet in the small hallway.
His eyes scanned the bottle looking at what soaps to use then just grabbed one to wash your clothes with.
What caught sukuna's attention was your father's sword on your dresser. He wanted to take a closer look at it as he walked back into your room seeing it on its stand. He picked it up carefully holding it in both hands then looked at the picture of your father and mother. He smiled and bowed his head but looking at it longer he tilted his head then picked up the picture.
"It can't be him."
Sukuna put the picture down then opened the katana seeing the blade and noticed the black lotus design on the handle and cover. He let out a whispered fuck, then walked out to the living room and sat down waiting for you.
When you got home with a bag you just had a bad sense that someone was watching you the whole time. As you walked through the door yuji ran up to you with meows as you giggled then noticed sukuna sitting on the couch looking at you. Your eyes scanned to the table seeing your father's sword.
"What the hell? Why did you touch it?!."
"We need to talk. Sit down."
You looked at him confused and walked over hearing his voice change to a serious tone.
"What is this about?"
You walked closer to him and went to sit down on the couch next to him, placing the bag on the floor.
Sukuna picked up the sword to open it looking at the detail then showed it to you.
"Do you know who your father is?"
You scoffed at him, yuji sitting in your lap as you pet him.
"Yes, he is my father. Who fixed up animals and people. Worked at the shelter and stuff."
Sukuna smirked and showed you the designs on the sword.
"Little woman, you are so naive. This belongs to the black lotus clan."
You looked at him confused.
"The black lotus is an ally yakuza clan who helps us. So this was either stolen or you don't know your father."
You stood up holding yuji with a look of disbelief and denial. "No he was not a yakuza. And he is not a thief. This is ridiculous, sukuna just put the sword back."
He chuckled, putting the sword away and stood up in front of you.
"Tell me sweetheart. Did he have tattoos of black and pink lotus on his left arm and a cherry blossom tree on his back? And a four eyed spirit on his right arm."
Your eyes widened at his accurate description of your father's tattoos and it was scaring you.
"Sukuna, how do you know?"
He only just smirked at you.
"Cause he was in the black lotus. He was the medic of the group. I know the tattoos because I personally seen him with my clan."
You stepped away shaking your head, eyes filling with tears as you walked away to your room sitting on the bed holding the kitten.
"It's not true."
Sukuna followed you, bringing the sword and placing it back on the stand.
"He was a really good man and really protective of the people he cared about. Including his family. Did you ever question the people he brought home with stab wounds and bullet wounds? Their bodies covered in tattoos."
You put your head down looking at yuji and petted him.
"I never questioned my father. But yes I seen these men. But I didn't think….he would ever be in this. Is that why my mother was killed? Is that why he died?"
Sukuna sat beside you reaching a hand over to pet yuji as well.
"I am not sure sweetheart but I say most likely it was rivals wanting to finish the job. They were probably looking for you as well." He spoke to you with a calm and soft tone with the deepness of his voice.
"There is more you should know. I knew your father very well. When I was a child he was the one that found me and brought me into this world but the cursed clan leader wanted to take me in as his son to carry on the clan when I got older."
You looked at sukuna with sad eyes holding yuji and asked, "Was he happy, my father?"
He gave you a soft smile saying "yes he was a very happy man and always spoke how proud he is of his daughter."
Sukuna reached a hand and lightly grazed his fingers across your cheek then ran his thumb under your eye, pressing his palm to your cheek.
He leaned on closer as you froze in place not moving away, then you felt his lips press against yours. His lips were soft, full of warmth and filled with passion. But he pulled away slowly to speak.
"How do you feel about me y/n?"
You looked into his eyes saying "I am attracted to you. I don't know what else to say."
"You are just like your parents, can't help but to fall into a yakuza life. Your mother fell in love with a yakuza and had you. Now here you are with me."
He chuckled and kissed you again this time a little harder.
You were lost in thought as you pushed your lips against his feeling them move in syn against your own. He pulled away from your lips with a smirk seeing yuji put his paws onto his chest.
"I should feed yuji and get out of my work clothes."
Sukuna took yuji into his hands saying "you get ready I will go ahead and feed him". He took yuji and walked away leaving you alone.
While you got dressed sukuna placed yuji on the table and grabbed his food pouring it into his little tiger bowl you bought. Sukuna never thought the day he would be in a kitchen giving food to a little animal and living with a woman he was growing attraction for. As he was about to bring over the bowl of food, Yuji took a jump at sukuna. He quickly reacted and ran over reaching a hand out to grab yuji, slightly spilling some of his food.
The quick stretch of his muscles moving in that way he felt himself pull something on his stomach.
"Ahh fuck yuji. You can't be doing that."
You came out to see sukuna holding the cat food and yuji as he placed both down on the floor letting him eat.
"I think I broke something. Little bastard went to jump off the table I had to grab him"
Letting out a sigh you told him to follow you into your room as he sat on the bed and peeled off his shirt seeing the slight blood.
You walked over looking at it. "Well it's not bad just be careful kuna."
Sukuna smirked watching you clean the wound and place a new bandage on it. He leaned in closer to your face as you looked at him.
"I like it when you touch me."
He could see the blush fill your cheeks. Then he leaned closer to place his lips next to your ear. "I know you like it when I touch you."
His voice dropped onto a deep seductive tone making shivers form across your body while you sucked in a breath.
"Sukuna, you should rest." You told him while standing up trying to ignore the slight arousal. He stood up from your bed then walked around you heading over to your door and closed it with his hand. You looked at him confused and watched him stalk his way to you, feeling your heart race you just stared at him. When he got close to you his eyes scanned your face then brought his hands to hold your face between them.
"I am attracted to you y/n. You are a worthy woman to fuck and I like it".
Before you could say anything he smashed his lips to yours making you stunned and dropped the box of bandages onto the floor. You melted into his kiss wrapping your arms around his neck, giving a soft moan into his mouth.
Sukuna moved his hands to place them on your hips and slid his fingers under your shirt feeling the warmth of your skin. You couldn't help but to want more of him, you were missing the touch of another. Sukuna was just another man if you look past being the yakuza boss. You wonder if you are able to have a life with him just as your mother did with your father. You pulled away from him then went to lift up your shirt taking it off then threw it onto the floor, his hands still had a hold of your hips watching you take off your bra as well.
He couldn't help but to smirk his eyes trailing your body then watched you take off your shorts leaving you in nothing but your laced panties.
"You look beautiful darling."
You let out a light breath, feeling his hands slide up your sides, feeling the curve of your body and to your breast and giving them a soft squeeze. As soon as he heard the moans from you he moved, hooking an arm around your body and pushed you onto your bed. With your head laid back Sukuna leaned over you, licking a strip of your neck to your ear and took a soft bite of it.
"You like it when I touch you sweetheart." He said in a deep husky whisper against your ear making you hum in response then he smashed his lips on yours deepening the kiss and invaded your mouth with his tongue. You knew this was a bad idea to be with him but you didn't care. He was strong, sexy, caring to you and would protect you. Growing up and finding out about your father you didn't know why your mother would be with a man in the yakuza. But now spending time with him, you can see how your mother fell in love. To tame a beast such as a man like sukuna brought pride to you. Having a man in his power be soft with you and a little kitten.
A blush filled your cheeks when he pulled away from your body and opened his pants revealing the bulge in his underwear even though you had seen him before like this being in a state like this makes you shy and a flutter in your womb.
Sukuna leaned down attacking your lips then latched them to your neck sucking and licking at your skin. "Ryomen…kiss me more." You told him as your back arched and pressed your body against his.
He chuckled and went down to your breast saying "darling you can be as loud as you want." You felt his warm breath across your chest then looked to watch his tongue slip from his mouth and lick your nipple. Whimpers left you while laying your head back feeling his mouth suckled on your breast and tongue swirl around your nipple. Your hands went into his hair lightly tugging on it letting out breathy moans on his name.
He pulled away and latched his mouth onto the breast that needed attention hearing you let out whimper and moans. You could feel yourself getting more wet with every second he is touching you. His hips laid between your legs grinding his hardness against you feeling your wetness sticking to your own panties.
Then you felt the slight scrap of the stitches across your belly as your hands went to his shoulders and pushed him a little. He stopped releasing his lips from your breast to look at you. "Sukuna, your stitches I think we should wait to continue this. I don't want to reopen it or hurt you."
Sukuna smirked and leaned to your face to give you a kiss then caught your lower lip between his teeth.
"Y/n you should know I can handle it. Besides I trust you to know what you are doing around my wound. But I do think this" ,his hand trails over your stomach and inside your underwear, "is in need of attention." His finger slid over your clit and in between your soaked folds using his other arm to support himself from crushing you.
A blush filled your cheeks feeling his finger toying with your wetness as you spread your legs more for him. Sukuna smirked and slipped a finger inside of you curling and pumping it in and out of you, his thumb began to rub your clit.
"Mmm, sukuna don't stop." His other hand pulled down the front of his underwear releasing his hardened shaft. You looked at him curious to see his length in his hand pumping himself. His red swollen tip leaking with precum as his thumb ran across the tip to coat the rest of his thick cock, the veins that spread across his skin and full size of him.
You didn't think you would love to watch this man jerk himself as he watched you squirm under his touch while he played with you. It made you ache for him more. He let out a groan feeling you clench around his finger as he added another. Hearing the squishing sounds of your cream coating his fingers.
But then he stopped, pulling out his fingers making you whimper but had you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a suck.
"You taste just as beautiful as you look."
Your cheeks felt warm, your mouth parted as you took in a deep breath. He let himself go and took off his underwear then grabbed the hem of your panties and slipped them down your legs. His hands gripped your thighs and spread them open gazing at your wet flesh, open and ready for him. "So wet for me sweetheart. Tell me love, do you want this?" He leaned over you and ran his tip across your folds and moved it across your clit smearing his precum over it. "Yes, sukuna please. I want it in me."
Sukuna smiled at you, hearing you beg and seeing you so eager for his cock. "I will go slow for you my dear, for the both of us." His tip pushed through your entrance and slowly slid into you inch by inch stretching you as you laid your head back closing your eyes. You could feel how thick he is; you weren't even sure how you were able to fit him inside you again, he felt bigger than before and you didn't know how it was possible. But here you are taking all of him till the base of him.
"Such a good girl. Taking all of me, pretty little thing." Sukuna began to slowly pull out and slid back deep inside of you. You moaned from the feeling of his cock dragging across your walls. He picked up the speed a little, moving his hips as your legs wrapped around him. Wanting to feel everything of him, his chest pressed against yours and his lips on your neck.
"Ryomen more please."
He gave you what you wanted as he leaned up pulling you by your hips thrusting into you. Your body arched and breasts bounced from the angle. Looking over to sukuna seeing his hips roll and abs flex from every thrust. Sukuna moved a hand over your lower stomach and placed the pad of his thumb to rub your clit to bring you closer to your orgasm.
"Sukuna..ahh don't stop!"
He groaned feeling you clamp around his cock as he bucked harder into you. Feeling your cream coating him makes it easier for him to slide back and forth inside you.
"Fuck darling so tight. Your pussy feels great around me. As if we are made for each other. Such a good girl for taking me."
His thumb circled faster over your clit as you bucked your hips with his thrust just to feel everything. The knot in your womb was about to break and you couldn't hold it any longer. "Sukuna I can't hold it I am going..fuck im so close."
"Cum baby. Cum for your king let it all out. Yell my name." Sukuna's thrust became harder and faster nearing his release as you grabbed his forearms digging your nails into his skin. You felt the blissful snap of your orgasm, throwing your head back yelling chants of his name. Hearing him let out a deep moan feeling you tighten around his cock and release into you painting your walls with his thick cum. He looked down to see a cream ring around the base of his cock and a smirk formed on his face. "That's a good girl."
Sukuna could feel himself pulse inside of you then leaned over your body as he put your hips down gently. His lips crashed onto yours, kissing you passionately. He finally pulled out looking at you with a soft smile on his face, both of you breathing heavily. Your hands went into his hair just needing to touch any part of him. Then there was a little meow at the door followed by scratches.
Sukuna chuckled, moving off your body saying "yuji wants in."
He got off the bed then took his shirt from the floor to clean the mess between your legs then placed his underwear on. As you laid there with a slight smile on your face, you watched him walk over to the door opening it to let in yuji. Hearing his meows made you giggle and covered yourself with a blanket. Sukuna picked him up and placed him on the bed while he rolled into your bed with you and took his place beside you. You both gave the little kitten pets and sukuna looked at you.
"Do you want me to get out?"
You looked at him not knowing how to feel but as yuji walked over your stomach and sat between you and sukuna to lay down. Both of you chuckled then looked back at each other. Seeing the look in his you have never seen in them before as he looked at you.
You moved a hand to press your palm to his chest feeling his heartbeat against it then trailed it up to his cheek giving him a small smile.
"Sukuna I really like you, but I am just scared to fall for you because of who you are. I am just torn between staying away from you and wanting you."
He moved his face closer, his nose touching yours, then pressed his lips softly against your own and pulled away to look at you.
"That is up to you. If you want me then have me but if not then I hope you enjoyed your time with me. But for now, go to bed and think about it later. I will stay here."
You just gave him a quiet nod and laid down with an arm around yuji, sukuna did the same laying beside you but he placed his arm around you. He watched you fall asleep fast after being drained of your energy.
"I hope you make the right decision sweetheart."
Sukuna soon closed his eyes and pulled you against him with yuji in the middle, himself thinking that it would not be so bad to have you in his life if it meant nights like this.
He soon fell into a deep sleep with you and the kitten in his arms.
i feel this one was a little short but i want to get get this story rolling to the juicy stuff.
thank you for reading and i wish to have yuji as a kitten
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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 08)
Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love
When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.
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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji
Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst
Word Count: 4k
Playlist: Separation Anxiety
Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
Chapter 08
Your love is scaring me. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do
(Scary Love by The Neighbourhood)
"Am I still a good boyfriend, Sukuna?"
Big golden eyes gaze sheepishly at him. The question catches Sukuna by surprise.
"What do you mean, sweetheart?"
A moment ago, they were busy watching a movie while sharing the occasional kiss. But now the brat is squirming uncomfortably on the couch next to Sukuna. A light blush is staining his cheeks when he explains,
"I probably changed a lot because of the memory loss. And I... I just want to know if I still make you happy. Am I still what you want?"
Sukuna frowns. Where is that coming from?
"Of course you make me happy."
You are the perfect stupid little pet that I hoped you'd be.
But the boy is worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
"I just feel so weird. I mean, we live together and everything. I'm pretty sure we already had lots of sex. And I really like what we do, but... but I always feel like... I feel like a virgin. I have no idea what I'm doing when I touch you. I can't remember. I'm sorry if this isn't what you're used to from me, baby. But I'll learn it again. You can teach me again, right? Please teach me how to touch you in every way you need."
Sukuna's breath catches for a moment. He is sure the brat has no idea what his words are doing to Sukuna. How desire pulses through him, making his veins tingle. How his pants feel too tight all of a sudden. How his fingers want to touch so fiercely that they leave bruises. How his teeth want to mark the brat up for days to last.
Itadori has such an enticing innocence about him. It makes Sukuna's head spin. The way the boy gives himself to him, bearing his all to Sukuna.
The brat's cheeks are glowing deep red now, but he sounds indignant, unashamedly spitting out all those words in his eagerness to be a good boyfriend.
"I promise I can become him again!"
His hands are balled into fists, and his eyes burn with a hard conviction, just like the old Itadori before the memory loss. He is cute like this.
A smile spreads over Sukuna's face, and he reaches out to put a long finger under the boy's chin and tilt his head up.
"Oh, sweetheart. You are perfect the way you are."
My sweet little pet. Just as broken and obedient as I like it.
He silences the brat's complaints with his mouth, claiming his lips with a searing kiss.
Sukuna always knew the brat would look cute on his knees. And he was right.
The best thing about it is that Sukuna didn't even have to force him to do it. Itadori is willingly kneeling on the living room floor, between Sukuna's spread thighs, mouth stuffed full of Sukuna's cock, making unashamed loud slurping noises and soft moans, so eager to please, so turned on by having his boyfriend's cock in his mouth.
He asked, or rather begged, Sukuna to please let him blow him. To teach him how it works again since he cannot remember.
He's such a good pet. And Sukuna treats him accordingly. Running a hand through his hair, petting him, cooing at him, praising him for being so obedient.
"My good boy. So sweet for me. Look at me."
The boy's eyelashes flutter, and he looks up at Sukuna while his sweet mouth is still wrapped around Sukuna's thick length. Big golden eyes meet Sukuna's gaze. They glow so prettily, like liquid gold filled with desire and devotion. All for him. All for Sukuna.
His cock twitches in the boy's mouth. Long fingers tangle in soft pink hair, and a low groan falls from Sukuna's lips. He never was one to deny himself pleasure, always taking what he wanted. But this here is the most delicious thing. To have the brat willingly on his knees for him, so happy that he is allowed to suck Sukuna's cock.
His inexperience is showing, of course. His rhythm is a bit off, and he doesn't know how hard to suck at first. But Sukuna teaches him, guiding him up and down on his cock, and soon he can't help but groan and fuck into the boy's mouth, reveling in how good it feels.
One of the things Sukuna always appreciated about his former vessel is that he is a fast learner.
Itadori sucks and slurps happily on Sukuna's cock, looking into his eyes while he does so, ignoring the tears that gather there and instead taking Sukuna even deeper.
When Sukuna cums, Itadori moans loudly and eagerly swallows all his warm seed.
Sukuna smiles at him afterward, wiping the corner of the brat's lips where a small trail of Sukuna's cum trickles down his chin. He looks so pretty like this. Sukuna catches the cum with his thumb and pushes it into the brat's mouth, laughing softly when the boy instantly begins to suck again.
"Yes, eat it all up, darling. You're such a sweet thing."
He can see the way the boy basks in Sukuna's praise. So happy that he could please his boyfriend.
Itadori sighs happily and nuzzles his cheek against Sukuna's inner thigh. His smile grows even brighter, and his golden eyes gaze deeply into Sukuna's, filled with nothing but affection and adoration.
"I love you, Kuna."
The world stops spinning for a moment.
Everything fades away. Everything except those big golden eyes that look up at Sukuna with so much love.
Sukuna's fingers in the boy's hair tighten. The fake smile on his face freezes, making his cheeks feel uncomfortably tense.
He thought he would be ecstatic upon hearing these words coming out of the brat's mouth. He thought it would be the ultimate victory to make his loathed former vessel fall for him. To take the brat's heart and soul hostage. To have Itadori Yuuji completely at his mercy.
But strangely, Sukuna doesn't feel any joy. The only thing he feels is rage.
It doesn't make sense, but he's angry at the brat! How can Itadori be so stupid? So naive? Doesn't the foolish boy know that love is a dangerous thing? How can he be so trusting and give his love to a monster like Sukuna? How can he serve his precious little heart on a silver platter and give Sukuna the best weapon to destroy him?
Sukuna lets out a slow breath, trying to collect his thoughts again. He doesn't know why he feels such apprehension all of a sudden. This is what he wanted! This is what he planned!
The corners of his lips twitch, and he forces himself to loosen the tight hold on the boy's hair and instead pets it gently.
He can do this. He knows what's expected of him. He knows what to say to bind the brat even more to him.
And so, he smiles at the brat, all charming and sweet, and for the first time in his long life, Sukuna says those cursed words that he never thought would leave his lips,
"I love you too."
It's almost like he can taste the ancient magic those words hold, even though they are just a lie. But they work their magic on the brat regardless.
A happy giggle falls from Itadori's lips, and a second later, he climbs into Sukuna's lap, straddling him and hugging him tightly, all flushed and giddy before his lips press against Sukuna's in a passionate kiss.
Fool.
Another day, another movie night with Itadori all up in Sukuna's space.
He is a cuddly little pet. The moment they sit down on the couch, he is already seeking Sukuna's touch. It's gotten even worse during the last few days after the love confession.
At first, the brat just leans against Sukuna's side and rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder. But soon, a hand is placed on Sukuna's chest, and this hand wanders down to caress Sukuna's abs first through his shirt and then more intimately when that hand slips under the thin shirt.
Sukuna smirks. The brat is such a shameless little slut around him. It fills him with the utmost glee to see this inexperienced little virgin so starved for Sukuna's touch and knowing that the brat never touched anyone else like this.
This is how it was always meant to be. The brat was made for him, after all. It's only right that Sukuna is the only one who is allowed to be that intimate with him.
Itadori Yuuji belongs to him alone. Sukuna already claimed what's rightfully his. He already lived inside that body, walked in that skin, wore that face, held that heart in his hand, heard those thoughts, and felt that soul's red and golden warmth. He already claimed the brat in more ways than anyone else ever could.
And yet, he wants more.
He wants to take Itadori in another way. In the most primal way. He wants to throw him down and fuck him and fill him with his seed, claim him completely.
The brat's hand is slipping into Sukuna's pants now, massaging his hardening cock slowly while his strong warm body snuggles against Sukuna, and hot wet kisses get trailed up and down Sukuna's neck.
Something about it makes Sukuna's blood sing. He cannot wait any longer.
"Come here, baby."
He pulls Itadori onto his lap. His hands sprawl over the boy's firm ass possessively, kneading it roughly through his sweatpants, smirking when he hears the needy moan falling from the brat's lips.
Sukuna makes sure to position the boy right where he wants him, so he can feel Sukuna's hardness rub against his ass, letting him know how things could be. How things will be.
The boy whines loudly, his face flushed and his eyes brimming with desire.
Sukuna chuckles softly, watching the brat with a gleeful expression. He can't help but tease him.
"What do you want, darling? I didn't catch it."
"I want... I want more! Please!"
Sukuna raises an eyebrow,
"More?"
He's basking in the power he has over the stupid brat. How sweet this is! To hear Itadori beg him for more. It's almost addictive.
"Yes, please. I want to be even closer to you... I want you inside me. Please..."
His words sound needy, and his fingers twist desperately in the front of Sukuna's shirt.
Sukuna's cock throbs, making his pants sticky with his pre-cum. This is what he wanted when he started this stupid little game! The brat is all hot and bothered for him, practically begging him to fuck him.
It's perfect. Sukuna smirks up at the brat. Yes, he will claim the boy tonight. He will be inside him again, will fill him again.
They make it to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, their lips locked, never stopping the hungry, sloppy kisses, their tongues licking at each other, mixing their spit obscenely. Strong hands tug and tear at each other's clothes.
Sukuna pushes the brat onto the bed, grinning broadly as he looks down at the horny boy, half-naked and so hard for him, golden eyes clouded by lust, kiss-swollen lips whimpering the sweetest little pleas, begging Sukuna to take him, to make him his. To ruin him.
Sukuna wants to commit this moment to memory. It's just one of his many victories, but this one holds a special sweetness.
He joins the brat on the bed, and they are back to hungry kisses and demanding touches, undressing each other hurriedly, gasping when their freed hard cocks rub hotly against each other.
The brat chuckles suddenly, big golden eyes blinking up at Sukuna, a sheepish grin on his face.
"I know we did this before, but I can't remember... and I am so nervous somehow. I don't know what to do. It feels like my first time."
Sukuna almost laughs out loud. The brat is so pathetic. So trusting, so stupid. Beautiful.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."
I'll make sure to enjoy this thoroughly, knowing that I will take everything from you.
The brat smiles at him with that stupid love-drunk expression, eyes glazed over from horniness but a sweet, dopey smile on his face, full of affection and trust.
"I know... just like you always do. I love you so much, baby."
He is lying on his back, naked, all spread out for Sukuna, giving himself to Sukuna completely.
Sukuna takes a moment to savor his victory and appreciate the sight before him. The brat's beautiful, smooth, tan skin, the firm muscles, and the pretty cock standing hard and tall, oozing pearls of pre-cum for him.
Sukuna's chest feels full and warm. The brat is his to take. His to do with whatever he wants.
He crawls between the brat's thighs, pushing them further apart and gazing down at him with hungry eyes. The feral part of him wants to just take the brat by force, ram his cock into that tight little hole unprepared, and make the brat scream, use him like the little toy he is.
A low growl vibrates in the back of Sukuna's throat.
But he has to take it slow. He has to stay in his role as the loving boyfriend.
And so he hastily prepares the brat, fingering him open, telling him to be a good boy and spread his legs. And, of course, the naive brat does anything Sukuna asks of him. Blushing deeply but spreading those muscular thighs shamelessly.
Sukuna's own breathing is loud in his ears as he leans over the boy and fucks him open with two fingers, watching him squirm and moan and push eagerly onto Sukuna's hand.
The boy is pathetic, a blushing horny mess that grabs at Sukuna's arms to pull him closer but has no clue what to do with all the needy desire he feels.
It stirs the dark lust in Sukuna even more. He pats the brat's hands away and captures them, fixing his wrists on the pillow above his head with one hand as Sukuna presses him down and smirks at him.
His cockhead is teasing the brat's hole, brushing slightly against his heat, not pushing in yet, but just playing with him, making him even more desperate.
He grabs Itadori's chin with his free hand, pushing his thumb between the brat's lips and prying them open.
Sukuna's blood feels on fire as he lets a thick thread of spit drool into the brat's open mouth, claiming him, marking him, and making him take everything Sukuna chooses to give him.
He watches hungrily as Itadori's eyes cloud over with lust, and a loud, needy moan falls from his mouth as he swallows Sukuna's spit obediently.
The boy is so endearing in his inexperience and eagerness to please. It makes Sukuna's cock throb almost painfully.
You want to be mine so bad, huh, brat?
Golden eyes look up at Sukuna with a pleading look, and Itadori opens his kiss-swollen and spit-covered lips to breathe a whiny,
"Please fuck me, Kuna."
And something in Sukuna's brain snaps.
He pushes into the brat with a violent thrust that makes the brat cry out in pain. Finally claiming him completely, burying his whole length deep inside the brat's tight ass.
Sukuna groans in pleasure, triumph filling his senses akin to the feeling of walking over a battlefield after a victorious battle.
Mine. You're mine.
He tightens his hold on the brat's wrists, pushing him down with his full weight, not giving him any time to adjust to the feeling of being filled, but rutting his hips in a punishing pace, fucking him deep and hard. So overcome with desire that he becomes careless. He wants to hear more of the cries of pain! He wants to ruin the brat! Wants to make him bleed and scream and bruise him for days!
But instead, another sound carries to his ears. The brat moans in delight. And his strong legs wrap around Sukuna's waist as if wanting to pull him even closer.
"Ah! Feels so good, Kuna!"
Something doesn't make sense. Why is the brat moaning in pleasure and pulling him closer?
A second later, Sukuna becomes aware of the familiar tingling sensation of his reverse cursed technique.
His eyes widen.
He unconsciously used his technique on the boy, healing him and taking the pain from him, leaving nothing but pleasure, even as Sukuna fucks into him brutally.
He falters momentarily, the tight hold on Itadori's wrists loosening so the brat can free his hands. But he doesn't push Sukuna off him.
Instead, he puts his hands on Sukuna's back, pulling him closer, caressing his muscles needily, digging his nails into them as he grinds against Sukuna and moans his name,
"Sukuna.....ah baby! Please, please don't stop!"
Golden eyes full of love and trust meet surprised light-blue ones, and Sukuna feels like he is falling.
Like he is drowning in the soulbond, they used to have, feeling it wrap around him again, engulf him and swallow him whole. He is one with Yuuji again. Their bodies and souls are connected again in this intimate moment.
When he spills his seed deep inside the boy, it is with a loud, breathless moan, a sound he can't remember ever making before.
Sukuna doesn't understand it. What is this feeling? He can remember what it was like to be a human a thousand years ago. Not everything, of course, but he remembers feeling various emotions. He remembers feeling anger and joy, desire and hatred. Strong emotions that filled his body with their fire.
But lately, he feels something else. It's not as loud, not as violent as those emotions he remembers. He cannot quite place it, but he's pretty sure he never felt anything like it before. It's nagging him. Why does he not know what this is?
He is pretty sure it has something to do with the brat, though. With the way the old Itadori Yuuji, the one who approached Sukuna with nothing but hate, is gone, and in his stead, there is this other Itadori Yuuji. The one who looks at Sukuna with nothing but love in his eyes. The one who holds him every night and snuggles against him, all trusting and sweet.
It has to do with the way the brat cares about him.
It has to do with the way the brat says he loves him.
Love.
It's the most dangerous curse of all. That's what Sukuna heard back in his time, and the words stuck with him.
Love is a weakness. A way to ruin yourself and others. A dangerous addiction. A form of insanity. It makes the ones afflicted with it vulnerable. Love is a wild force. It's uncontrollable. A magic so ancient and potent that Sukuna fears even he has no power over it. And the loss of control is an idea that makes his skin crawl.
And yet, the brat dives into this madness head first.
Why is he like this? No wonder Sukuna is feeling all kinds of strange things lately! The brat is confusing him! He is making Sukuna see things he has never seen before.
The boy is sitting on the kitchen counter with his stupid, bright smile, looking like he has nothing to worry about. Telling Sukuna how glad he is to be with him and how happy he is about this life they have. There's nothing but sincerity in his honey gaze.
It's a concept so foreign to Sukuna. Everyone he ever encountered had their own agenda. Their own motives. Their own selfishness which influenced their actions.
But not Itadori. He is selfless to a fault.
Itadori Yuuji is a contradiction. He is so weak and so strong at the same time. It makes Sukuna's mind spin as he tries and tries and tries to wrap his head around it.
Sukuna is standing at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, one hand touching the cold window pane lightly as he stares unseeingly over the nightly city.
He cannot find any rest tonight. He had to untangle himself from the heavy and warm body of the brat to walk to the kitchen and get a cold glass of water before he came here to look at the endless sea of twinkling lights.
He cannot fight this uneasiness that has been plaguing him for the last few days.
Anytime Sukuna's lying on the couch during a lazy afternoon with the brat draped all over him, cuddling him and resting his head on Sukuna's chest, sometimes looking up at him with hazy eyes and ruffled hair and an affectionate smile, Sukuna is scared.
He is scared because there's a strange warmth spreading through his chest, and he is too aware of how loudly his heart is thumping.
He's losing control.
Things are slipping out of his hands, and he doesn't know how to stop it.
The brat means something to him. He cannot quite say what, but something makes him want to have Yuuji around. Safe and sound, wearing that happy, genuine smile on his stupid face.
He wants to keep the brat safe. Sukuna wouldn't mind burning this whole city down and killing everyone in it. He doesn't care about the pain or destruction he causes, even enjoys it. But now there is one person he doesn't want to stand in this chaos.
So, instead of hurting him, Sukuna's hand always finds its way into soft pink hair and strokes it gently, holding the brat in place, holding him close, making sure he won't get up and leave Sukuna's embrace.
This is a development Sukuna didn't see coming. He doesn't like it.
It terrifies him.
Does the brat have power over him? No one ever possessed any power over Sukuna! No one!
Is it because they used to share a body? Does it have to do with this strange separation anxiety he is experiencing since their souls were forcefully separated? Is it fear of losing this bond they had? A bond formed by fate itself?
"Kuna?"
Itadori's soft, warm voice speaks up behind him. Sukuna doesn't turn his head. But a moment later, strong arms wrap around him from behind, and the same voice asks again, closer this time, breath warm on Sukuna's neck, a warm muscular body snuggling against his back,
"Are you ok, Kuna? Did you have a nightmare?"
That stupid nickname! Sukuna grits his teeth. He wants to lash out at the brat, wants to slice him open, and tell him no one calls Sukuna like that. But he cannot do it. He hates it, but deep down, there's a part of him that feels so warm anytime the boy calls him Kuna.
Is that part of it? Of being loved by someone? To feel this warmth when they wrap you in their love and care? The sheer power a name holds when spoken by someone who loves you. The way Itadori says that name in such a tender tone. As if it is the most precious thing he owns. As if the name alone carries love.
Sukuna isn't ok. He is far from it.
But he nods and laughs softly,
"Yes, I'm ok, darling. Just needed something to drink."
Yuuji's arms tighten around him, and his head rests on Sukuna's back.
"Alright, but you can always talk to me if something's worrying you, ok? I love you."
"I love you too."
Empty words that are so cruel in their deceiving nature. One loves, and one doesn't. One says the truth and one speaks lies. And yet, tonight, the words taste dangerous on Sukuna's tongue.
He unfocuses his eyes from the city view and looks at the soft reflection of his face on the window pane. Wide, terrified, light-blue eyes stare back at him.
Finally a new chapter!!! I had such a hard time editing this, but I am happy to finally share it. That last scene is one of my favorites in the whole story. I love the thought of Sukuna looking terrified at being confronted with Yuuji's genuine love and care. Love must really be a scary thing to our dear King. Uncontrollable and powerful. Well, Kuna YOU were the one who wanted to play this little game ;)
Ahahaha I am so soft for Sukuna slowly falling into Yuuji's sweetness and not being able to get out of it again. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!
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Learning to Live Part 16
summary: It’s obvious Javier Peña loves you, it just catches you by surprise how he decides to finally tell you.
rating: E (18+!! No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, alternating pov, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie(s), oral sex (f & m receiving), rimming (f receiving), cockwarming, overstimulation (m), spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, nude photos, Javier begging, love confessions, miscommunication, arguing, angst with a happy ending, period typical sexism, canon typical drug talk, emotions, dysfunctional family, past relationship trauma (Javier), Not Lorraine friendly, Javier’s poor little ass being bruised, Javier being so in love, the most romantic sex I have ever written)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)
word count: 17.8k+ (This is who I am)
a/n: Here we go! The first draft of this chapter was 3k… I’m as shocked as you are. I know some of the tags aren’t my norm, but I promise it’s a good time and things are resolved quickly. Shoutout to the love of my life @juletheghoul for betaing this. I love you.
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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The time you spent reading had dwindled quite drastically since Javier Peña waltzed his way into your life, and you weren’t necessarily upset about this new development.
Generally, you’d get home from work, shower, have dinner, then unwind by reading or watching a movie, wanting to relax after the busy day. Getting a couple of chapters in before bed was a must, needing it to lull you to sleep; that is, you did, up until Javi showed up, and now your bedtime routine had changed to either getting fucked and being so blissed out that sleep came easily, or laying in bed cuddled up with him while the two of you talked, getting so warm and cozy that you found yourself drifting off in no time.
So, you weren’t getting much reading done, and your to-read pile on the living room bookshelf was haunting you, knowing that at the rate you were going, it’d probably take you years to get through the dozen or so books.
It was a sunny Saturday, and not at all surprising that you’d awoken to a naked Javi pressed against your bare back, his hands ghosting over your skin while his lips trailed over your shoulders and neck, making you smile as you came to.
He’d eaten you out until your legs were shaking, and the sheets below you were wet from your release, Javi telling you he’d take care of washing them after breakfast.
God, there was something about a man taking the initiative.
The windows in your apartment had been opened to let the early sunlight in and to air out the place; Javi not only putting the sheets into the wash but also replacing the bedding and folding the laundry that had been in the dryer, all while you’d tackled organizing the three junk drawers in the kitchen.
It took everything in your power not to suck his dick when he asked if he’d folded your panties okay, knowing you had a special way of bundling them up. You’d approved of his efforts and smothered his face in kisses, him looking very pleased with himself.
When your task was finished, the drawers finally organized, and Javi extremely happy with what you’d done now that he knew where he could find things, you’d decided to spend the afternoon reading.
Settling on the couch, your legs curled underneath you, you’d opened to the first chapter of a book you’d gotten almost two weeks prior. Javi was sitting beside you, so close your bodies touched, his hand on your thigh as he watched tv with the volume low.
This was another very welcome change in your life.
None of your ex-boyfriends would have wanted to spend their Saturday morning cleaning your apartment, then be content to just sit on the couch and watch television while you read.
They would’ve wanted to go out and do something, not waste their day lounging around, always needing to be active when they weren’t working—if you wanted to just relax and spend the day in, you were left to do it alone.
But Javier Peña was different.
All he wanted was to spend time with you, and he didn’t care what you did.
Want to go to the diner for breakfast? He’s down. The farmers market? No problem. Run errands? He’ll drive. Clean the apartment? Tell him what to do, and it will be done. Relax on the couch and read? You’ve got cable, and there’s a Lethal Weapon marathon that will keep him entertained.
Honestly, he was clingy, just not annoyingly so. You found it endearing and adorable how he had to be touching you if he was sitting next to you, a hand on your thigh or feet in his lap, and he loved when you’d lay on top of him; showering with you was essential after work, he honest to god pouted if you took one alone; in bed, you always ended up wrapped in his arms, him seeking you out even in sleep, needing you close. He never let you cook alone, him wanting to help, or at least keep you company, if not distract you a little with some impromptu dancing.
Here you were, cozy on the couch, Javi rubbing circles into the skin just below where your shorts stopped, so caught up in what you were reading you weren’t entirely sure how much time had passed.
The book was surprisingly good and had sucked you in; an orphan boy finding out about a secret magical world and his life changing for the better, reading page after page, chapter after chapter, wanting to know what was going to happen next.
“Want more water, Cielito?” Javi asked.
“Yes, please,” you murmured, eyes glued to the words, but knowing you’d finished your glass in the time you’d read six chapters.
“I’ll be back.”
He squeezed your thigh, groaning as he got up from the couch.
At some point, he returned to set down the cup on the coffee table, letting you know it was there and noticing he didn’t sit back down.
You were engrossed with the story, fascinated by the magic and world-building, and metaphorically on the edge of your seat when suddenly the light of the television was blocked by a mass, realizing Javi was standing in front of you.
“Need something?” you asked, eyes not leaving the book.
“No,” he answered.
“Okay,” you distractedly answered.
He didn’t move, which made you realize he was trying to get your attention.
“Want something?” you asked instead.
“Maybe,” he replied.
Glancing over the pages, he was standing there with his hands on his hips, noticing his damp hair from showering, your eyes taking in the nakedness of his broad shoulders and moving down his chest and soft belly to the tantalizing trail of hair that you knew led to his big di—your eyes went wide when they landed on his crotch.
“Underwear,” you breathed. “Oh my fucking god.” You blindly reached on the table beside you to grab your bookmark to shove between the pages, the book practically getting thrown onto the tabletop.
Your eyes were stuck on his bulge, the white material hiding nothing, seeing the clear outline of his cock, your hand moving without thinking, reaching to touch your fingertips to it, and seeing him noticeably getting harder.
“Holy fuck,” you said, maneuvering on the couch to get on your knees. You took in how they sat on his hips and hugged his thighs, rubbing both your hands up them, feeling the soft material and his muscles flexing, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “You fucking spoil me,” you purred. “This is what you grabbed before we left last night?”
The previous night you’d met Javi’s father for the first time, and everything had gone better than you expected, Chucho making you feel welcomed into their family. When you were leaving, Javi had run back into the house for something, and you hadn’t bothered to ask, so caught up in all you’d learned about your boyfriend and his parents.
“Yeah,” he answered, a smirk on his plush lips, looking proud of himself. You couldn’t help pressing your face against his half-hard cock. “If I’d known I’d get this kind of reaction, I would’ve—fuck,” he groaned as you mouthed over him, wetting the boxer briefs with your saliva.
Pressing a loud kiss to his now fully hard dick, you grabbed his hips, leaning back to forcefully make him turn to see how he looked from behind, but he didn’t budge.
Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion showing on your face when you met his eyes.
“Let me see your ass,” you said.
He was frowning.
“I liked what you were doing.”
“And I’ll blow you after I see your butt. I need to know how it looks.”
Grabbing your hands, he held them.
“Or I can eat your pussy?” he bargained.
Your eyes narrowed, realizing something was up.
“Why are you being cagey about this? What’s going on?”
He sighed, looking away, his thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of your hands.
“I just don’t want you looking at it.”
“Because..?”
“I got bit by a horse…” he said slowly and matter of fact.
It was just hitting you that you hadn’t seen his ass since showering after work the previous day. He let you shower by yourself the night before, which you should’ve found suspicious. If he didn’t want you to see it, that meant he knew you were going to freak out, worry swirling in your stomach.
“Javier, how bad is it?” Your tone was serious.
He grimaced.
“It looks worse than it is.”
“Turn around.”
“Baby…”
“With the way you hate clothes, I’m going to see it. Pull off the bandaid, babe. Let me see your ass.”
He let out a long sigh, dropping your hands to perch his own on his hips, slowly turning.
Fuck, he looked amazing in the underwear, the way they clung to the globes of his ass, it taking everything in you not to grab handfuls of him, wanting to squeeze the little bit of butt he had.
Your fingers moved up to the elastic waistband, sliding them under and slowly peeling them down, gasping when you saw his right asscheek.
“Javier Peña, you fucking liar!” you exclaimed, staring at the large black and purple bruise that had to hurt like hell and was about the size of his fist, and his hands were so fucking big. “Please tell me you washed it with soap and water,” you said, automatically going into nurse mode, examining as best you could, needing to make sure he was okay and that it wouldn’t get infected. “Do you want me to pull out my first aid kit? I can put some antibiotic cream on it, and are you up to date on your tetanus shot?” You leaned in closer, gently feeling it. “I can’t tell if he broke the skin, and it can be transmitted through animal bites. Shit, babe, it looks so fucking bad.”
“I’m okay, Cielito,” he sighed. “Washed it when we got back to Pop’s and got a booster the first time that fucker bit me,” he seethed.
“Javi, be real with me. Are you in pain? I can’t believe you sat next to me for hours! Your poor little butt. Do you need some Tylenol? Want me to ice it?”
“It’s fine, baby—I can handle it.” He twisted his upper body to look down at you behind him, his eyes rounded. “I promise I’m okay. Just fucking sore.” He frowned.
“Let me get you some pain medication then,” you said, starting to get up, but he stopped you with a shake of his head.
“Already took some—I’m good.” He gave you a reassuring smile.
Your eyebrow quirked.
“You really took some Tylenol to make sure you could fuck, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” he answered with a smirk.
“And you really thought you could hide your ass from me while wearing underwear? Javier, you know how I feel about your butt.”
“Love it as much as I love yours.”
“Exactly! Oh!” you exclaimed, remembering something.
Leaning forward, you pressed a loud smacking kiss to his bruise, followed by smaller ones all around the area, Javi chuckling.
“Does it feel better?” you asked, meeting his gaze.
He smiled, “Yes, Cielito,” he replied.
“You’re a lying liar who lies,” you accused amusedly. Smiling at him mischievously, you said, “I do know something that will definitely take the pain away, but it has to be administered orally.” You grabbed onto his tiny waist and made him turn around, his cock still hard in his underwear. “God, just look at it,” you marveled.
“Fuck, baby,” Javi groaned, his head falling back. “Keep looking at my dick like that, and I’ll need to put it in you.”
He looked down to meet your eyes, seeing his own had gone darker, his cheeks and chest pinking up.
“I want you in my mouth,” you replied, stroking him over the boxer briefs. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed hard. “Can I, Javi?” you asked. “Can I have your dick in my mouth?”
“Yes, Cielito,” he answered, the words coming out rough. “You can have anything you fucking want.”
Smiling, you hooked your fingers into the waistband, slowly pulling them down to uncover his straining cock and heavy sack, wanting to taste and feel him, your mouth watering at the prospect.
“Have I ever told you,” you started, eyes locked on his as you took him in hand, feeling him hard and hot in your palm. “That you have the prettiest dick?”
The head of him was reddened, a pearl of precum beading at the tip, stroking him up and down.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
“I dream about this dick,” you continued. “Fucking crave it. Want you inside me—my mouth, pussy, ass.” His eyes squeezed shut, groaning loudly, his cock twitching at your words. “You’ve ruined me for all other men, no one could ever compare, but that doesn’t matter because I only want you.”
He met your gaze again, pupils blown wide.
“It’s yours,” he rasped. “It’s only fucking yours—I’m yours, you fucking own me.”
Hearing him say that had your body going warm, your pussy throbbing.
“And I’m yours—all of me belongs to you, Papí.”
A strangled noise came from his throat, his cock twitching in your hand again.
“Take what you want, Cielito.” Desperation was in his tone. “Fuck, do whatever you want. Please.”
Precum was steadily flowing from him, helping your strokes glide. Letting go, you licked your palm, taking him back in hand and gathering spit in your mouth, hovering your head over him as it dripped onto the tip. He groaned when your mouth followed, the heft of him sliding along the broad flat of your tongue and relishing in his taste, moaning around him.
Your hand continued to work his shaft while your head bobbed, letting your saliva coat him, hearing the slick sounds as you worked him over, moans and groans filling the room. His hand went to the back of your head, his eyes on what you were doing, looking up at him as you licked from base to tip, and swirled your tongue around the crown, his mouth falling open in a gasped fuck.
Moving back down again, you went lower, drawing a ball into your mouth, sucking on the delicate skin, Javi moaning loudly, his eyes squeezing shut with furrowed brows.
“Shit, baby,” he panted. “So fucking good—so good to me.”
At the tip, you let more spit fall onto him, taking him back into your mouth, your hand like a sheath around the base of him, pumping easily from how wet it was, while your head bowed forward, letting him hit the back of your throat before swallowing him down.
He was breathing hard, his fingers digging into your hair as his hard cock carved out space in your throat, tears pooling in your eyes, saliva dripping out the corners of your lips. His dick was so solid, loving how it felt inside you, humming appreciatively around him that earned a punched-out groan that shot straight to your cunt, making you clench hard.
You were so turned on, loving the noises he was making and hearing just how much he was enjoying himself.
“Gonna make me come,” he groaned. “Don’t wanna come down your throat.”
Coming off of him, you were panting, his dick glistening as your hand wetly stroked him.
Looking up through your lashes, seeing his attention on you, you asked huskily, “Where do you want to come? My face?” You pressed your breasts together in your shirt. “My tits? On my ass?”
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes wild, looking wrecked with his pinched brow and the gorgeous flush all over his skin. “Wanna be inside you.”
A grin turned up on your lips.
“Of course, you want to finish inside. You’re fucking addicted to cream pies.” You rubbed your hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tighten. “You like coming inside me, baby?” you asked. “Love filling me up—knowing you’re the only one who gets to?”
His cock jerked.
“Shit, fuck,” he gasped. “Yes, please, Cielito.” His eyes had gone round, pleading. “Please, baby. Can I fuck your pussy? Wanna feel you come around my dick—wanna fuck you full of me. Please.” He was begging, and it thrilled you, your cunt pulsing with want, panties drenched, wanting him as bad as he wanted you.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely? Javi, baby, you have to know I want you. My pussy is all yours.”
He was on you immediately, his big hands cupping your cheeks as he bent to press his mouth to yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue eagerly licking into your mouth.
It was almost disorienting how quickly he got your clothes off; his lips leaving yours to tug off your shirt and sports bra, pushing down and off his underwear, laughing when his hands grabbed onto your ass, and he practically picked you up, manhandling you onto your back on the couch, his hips slotting into the cradle of your thighs.
He kissed you deeply before sitting up on his knees between your legs, a look of concentration on his face as he pulled off your shorts and panties in one go, dropping them to the floor.
His eyes were locked on your pussy, moaning when he spread open the glossy lips of your sex with two of his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he murmured, his other hand stroking his cock, hearing the slick slide of his hand working. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me, Cielito.” He slid a thick finger through your slit, pressing it inside your sopping entrance. “Mmm, you’re fucking soaked. Bet you don’t even need my fingers.” He pushed in a second, and you gasped, bucking your hips into his hand. His eyes met yours, all dark with want, languidly pumping his digits. “Want me to get you off like this, baby?”
Shaking your head, you answered in a moan, “No—want your dick. Wanna feel it. Love the stretch.”
He smirked.
“Always hungry for my dick.”
“Yes.” You nodded.
His fingers left you, watching as he sucked them clean with a groan.
“Taste so good,” he said, pulling them from his mouth with a wet pop. “Keep your legs open—don’t move.”
He moved toward the coffee table, reaching to grab the Polaroid camera that had been gifted to you both the day before, your heart hammering in your chest, realizing what he wanted to do. Your lip was pulled between your teeth as he looked at you.
“Is this okay?” he asked, holding up the camera.
“Yes.”
“Press your tits together for me.”
Doing as he said, he leaned back, holding the Polaroid camera up to his face.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, the flash going off, the device whirring as the picture came out.
The photo was put on the table, Javi’s free hand spreading open your pussy, dipping his head down, his jaw working as he spit onto your clit, getting a shot of the hot saliva dripping down to your opening.
You were so into what he was doing that your cunt was throbbing in tune with your heartbeat.
“I’m gonna fuck my hand looking at these,” he murmured, setting the picture with the other.
“Really?”
He glanced at you, smiling.
“Oh, yeah. If I jerked off right now, I’d be thinking about this tight little pussy.” He cupped his large palm over your center. “Now, I have visuals. Wait—” His hand moved to grip his dick, knees shuffling to get closer so his thighs were flush between your legs, letting his cock drop onto your mons and stomach to see how far he’d reach inside. “Look at that.” The flash went off again. “Shit, what’s that thing you say about your guts?” He asked, meeting your eyes, the photograph getting placed with the others.
Saliva and precum were smearing onto your skin, feeling how hot and hard his dick was.
You snorted.
“That I want you to rearrange my guts?”
“Yeah.” He smirked. “I get so deep in there; I really do rearrange your guts.”
You noticed his chest puffing up a little in pride, and it had you lowering your voice to speak in a sultry tone. “Yes, you do,” you purred. “You’re so big, making me feel so full. No one else has ever filled me so good or gotten so deep—only you, Papí.”
His cock twitched.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “One more.”
He pressed his length through your folds to get himself wet, notching at your entrance, your eyes squeezing shut as he pushed in, moaning in unison.
That first stretch was always the best—the slight burn, the way he made space for himself inside your depths, your inner walls hugging him close and pulling him deeper. He slid home in one smooth thrust, your back arching at how fucking good it felt to have him filling you.
“Fuck, Javi,” you breathed.
The camera went off, and you knew it was a picture of him inside you, making your cunt clench.
“Shit,” Javi groaned.
There was the sound of him setting the camera down on the coffee table.
His big hands gripped your thighs to hold you open, rocking his hips, letting you feel his thick cock move slowly in and out of you.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he rasped. His hand pressed to your lower stomach over where his dick was inside you. “Always take me so fucking well.”
“So good,” you whined.
He was sliding along all those spots that made your toes curl, loving how full you felt, how deep he went, filling you so perfectly it took your breath away. He sped up, getting into a steady rhythm that had his hips slapping into yours, hearing the rough sounds from his throat and the wet suck of your pussy taking him.
You were panting out breaths, feeling the heat in your belly starting to build with every deep kiss of his cock inside you, pushing in and pulling out, your head fuzzy with pleasure. He pressed his thumb against your clit, making you gasp from the shock of ecstasy shooting to your core.
“Want you to come for me,” he said through gritted teeth and heavy breaths. “Wanna feel you, Cielito.”
It felt like every nerve in your body was lit up, your skin hot and buzzing, the fire in your core growing hotter and hotter while soft sounds spilled from your lips.
You were getting closer, moaning louder, it building higher and higher.
“I know you’re almost there—fucking fluttering. Give it to me.”
He was thrusting harder, his thumb moving faster.
“Soak my dick, Cielito. Come.”
His order had you shattering, coming with a cry of his name, your body clenching up so tight he had to slow to a grind, letting out a long, low groan.
“My good girl,” he said thickly. “So fucking good to me, baby. Shit.”
Waves of pleasure radiated through your body, him drawing them out with every thrust, letting you ride it out, your pussy pulsing around him.
She was so fucking gorgeous, spread out for him on this couch, his eyes locked on her pussy, all wet and puffy, swallowing his dick to the hilt. He took in her body—the sheen of sweat on her skin, her eyes closed, lips parted, her perfect tits rising and falling as she panted.
She looked absolutely blissed out, pride swelling in his chest that he was the one to make her feel like that—that he was the only one that got to feel her come while balls deep inside her.
Fuck, his dick was throbbing, heart pounding, knowing he was close to his own end, waiting for her high to subside, shallowly thrusting into her wet heat.
The moment her breathing got under control, and she relaxed, Javier was pulling out, seeing her eyes spring open in surprise.
“Want you on your knees,” he grunted, grabbing her legs that were bracketing his hips and helping her flip onto her belly, pulling her ass up by the waist to get her into position, shuffling her knees apart so he had more space.
And if it wasn’t the prettiest sight, seeing her all open and ready for him, his tongue peeking out between his lips, wanting to taste the slick that had dribbled down between her asscheeks to her tight hole, mesmerized by how it shined in the light of the room.
Looking over her shoulder, their eyes met, causing a sharp spike of arousal to shoot down his spine at her lust-blown gaze.
“You gonna fuck me?” she purred, wiggling her backside.
“Maybe,” he replied, seeing her eyebrows crease in confusion.
His knees sunk into the couch cushion as he shuffled back a little, slapping both of his hands down on the plump flesh of her ass, hearing her moan as he grabbed handfuls, squeezing it hard and spreading her open.
“Fucking love this ass,” he growled.
He bent his head, gathering spit on his tongue and letting it drip onto her asshole, following that up by licking a stripe from her entrance back up to the tight ring of muscle, groaning into her sensitive skin at the salty-sweet tang enveloping his tastebuds, her tasting so good.
“Oh, fuck,” she whined.
His hand moved to squeeze the base of his cock, needing to restrict the blood flow and calm himself down, the flat of his tongue lapping at her hole, feeling like fire was prickling under his skin, hungry for more of her taste—working himself up almost to his breaking point, needing to stop before he stained the couch in his come.
He pressed a kiss to her asscheek before sinking his teeth into her skin, leaving a slight imprint as he sat up, taking his dick in hand, not wasting any time to sheathe himself back inside her drenched cunt—the way she cried out his name made him jerk inside her, and his breath go shaky, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
Shit, he was so fucking hard he could probably fuck her through a brick wall.
His fingers dug into her hips, swallowing hard at how tight and warm she was, her pussy fluttering around him, pulling out until just the tip of him remained, and thrusting back in, setting up an even rhythm that had her moaning.
“Love being inside you, baby,” he groaned, looking down to see his wet cock disappearing inside her. “Push back on me—get me deep.”
“Yes,” she gasped, pushing her ass back, Javi meeting her over and over, the wet slap of their bodies colliding sounding in the room.
He wanted to get her off again, but pleasure had his stomach knotting up, fucking into her harder, the tight squeeze of her cunt overwhelming him, compelling him, making him lose his fucking mind at how good she felt—he was fucked, gone, he’d hit the point of no return, his balls tightening up.
“Shit,” he grunted, pounding into her, “fuck, fuck, fuck, no.”
His cock thickened, pushing into her hard one last time, a strangled moan ripping from his throat, his come flooding her hot depths, gushing into her. He rolled his hips with a shuddering hiss to get it deeper until it was too much for him, coming to a stop while euphoria coursed through his body.
He felt wrung out and dreamy, wanting to touch her, needing to feel her skin, practically collapsing as he blanketed himself over her back, shoving his nose into her neck to breathe her in.
“‘M sorry,” he slurred. “Mmm, you smell so fucking good.”
She giggled.
“You came really hard, huh, baby?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He nuzzled his face against the side of her head, holding himself up on an arm beside her own, and moving his other hand under her body to the apex of her thighs, feeling her tense when he rubbed her wet clit—his dick so tender that when she clenched around him, his eyes rolled back in his head, moaning at the sensitivity.
He was panting, sweat soaking his skin, pushing through the discomfort of her pulsing around him to keep circling her swollen nub—her arms and legs trembling, soft sounds spilling from her mouth as he worked her up, her body crumbling to the couch, him going with her, using one forearm to keep his upper body off of her.
His cock was still hard, it feeling like his nerves were on fire, shallowly thrusting until the pain became pleasurable again, the familiar heat building in his gut.
He pressed his lips to her ear, asking through gritted teeth, “You gonna come for me, Cielito?” His hips fucked into her faster. “Gonna be my good girl?”
“Yes, Papí,” she whimpered. “So, close.”
His eyes squeezed shut at the knife-sharp pleasure that cut through him from her words, his wet strokes moving in and out of her, his insides getting hotter and thicker as he built her up—her mewling beneath him, stoking the flames in his belly.
He kept going, feeling her pussy contracting, arousal dripping down his dick and coating his balls, her finally seizing up beneath him as she came choking him inside her and squeezing him so tight that it sent him with her—the pressure inside him expanding to the point Javier was coming with a shuddering groan, pulsing inside her, pumping her full of himself.
Pleasure washed through him, grinding his hips, the slide of his cock making his come leak out and around him, stilling when it all became too much. To make her more comfortable, his arm wrapped around her middle, him turning them on their sides while he stayed inside, spooning her from behind.
The TV's low volume and heavy breaths filled the room, Javi kissing her bare shoulder, rubbing his hand over her belly, and moving up to grab her breast.
“Did you come again..?” she panted.
“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly.
He kissed her neck, loving the scent of her shampoo and how it made him feel warm and cozy.
“That has to be a record. You usually need a break.”
“Finished too quickly, had to make up for it.”
“...What?” she sounded confused, finally catching her breath. “You were a gentleman and made me come before you. How did you finish too quickly?”
He buried his face in her hair.
“Wanted to get you off again,” his muffled voice said.
There was a pause before she spoke.
“Babe?” She put her hand over his on her breast, lacing their fingers together.
“Yes, Cielito?”
“I know you’re really into making me orgasm so many times my legs turn to jelly, and I can barely speak, but you know one is enough, right?”
He pulled his head back, eyebrows dipping together.
“What..?” he asked.
“We don’t need to have spectacular mind-blowing sex every single time.”
“Why… not?” His heart had sped up, nerves making his chest feel uncomfortable. “Do you not like how we fuck?” he asked uneasily.
“Pause. Can you pull out real quick?”
He did as she asked, feeling confused, and worried that he’d done something wrong, her flipping around to face him, pressing her hand to his jaw and looking him in the eyes.
“Thank god, I got the couch protector. There is so much come dripping out of me right now.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, frowning.
She smiled reassuringly.
“Nothing to apologize about. I enjoyed myself very much—all nice and stuffed full.” She beamed, arousal stirring in his belly at the thought.
Her fingers ghosted over his cheek and up to press into his sweat-damp hair, stroking lovingly through it. Fuck, he loved when she played with his hair; he always turned to putty under her touch.
“Now, back to what we were talking about,” she said. “I love how we fuck, very much. Like, best sex of my entire life, and you’ve ruined me for anybody else—I love fucking you.”
He could hear it coming. “But…?” he asked.
“But, sometimes, I just like how you feel inside me and how close we are, and god, the kissing. It’s the connection and being with you, doing something so intimate. I don’t know. I just feel closer to you when we have sex, baring myself not just literally, but metaphorically, too, because I’m comfortable with you, I trust you, I lo–like—” She stumbled, eyes widening, his heart stuttering “—like you so fucking much. Javi, you’re the only man I’m genuinely okay fucking with the lights on.” Suddenly panic came over her face, her eyes getting big, “Fuck! The windows!”
She started getting up, and he kept her where she was with his hand on her hip, Javier saying quickly, “I already closed them.”
Her head rose to look over the couch armrest to the back windows, then in the direction of their feet to the large front windows, seeing that they were all shut with the blinds and curtains closed.
She let out a breath, moving to kiss him hard, her fingers tangling in his hair. He moaned against her lips, loving her mouth on his, kissing until she broke away, smiling.
“This is what I mean,” she said. “You thought to close up the apartment before initiating sex because you care about me and wouldn’t want to put me in a compromising situation when you know I’m thinking with my pussy.”
“You’re the one that initiated.”
Her eyes narrowed, poking him in his bare chest.
“Because you seduced me by wearing underwear!”
He smirked, grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.
“I’d think it’d turn you on more if I was naked.”
Her eyebrow rose.
“Javier, you’re constantly naked. You put on clothes, and suddenly I’m a Victorian woman going into hysterics over the slightest sliver of skin because I know what’s underneath—the feeling ten times worse when you’re in underwear or sweats ‘cause it’s like you’re teasing me, just Mr. Look-at-me-naked-from-the-waist-up-you-know-what-I’m-hiding. So, yeah, it fucking gets me.”
He was well aware, able to see her undressing him in her mind, and it always went straight to his dick.
“I know,” he replied. “Can tell by how you look at me.”
He kissed her.
“You fucking tease,” she murmured into his lips.
“How I feel when you wear your dresses—know I can just lift it up and pull down your panties.”
He was kissing her deeper, his hand grabbing her ass. She pulled back to pointedly look at him.
“You’re distracting me,” she said, making him pout. “As I was saying, I can trust you, and I like the closeness of fucking you, and every time doesn’t need to be toe-curling orgasm central. It’s cheesy as fuck, and I honestly cringe at saying it out loud, but I’d love to, god—” Her eyes squeezed shut, her face pinched in disgust “—it’s so gross. I’d love… to…” She was really struggling, and he wanted to know what was making her so uncomfortable. “Make… love… with… you,” she finally forced out. “Oh, yuck.” Her nose crinkled when she looked at him.
The difficulty it took for her to say it had his stomach dropping, insecurity squeezing his chest tight. He swallowed hard, eyes darting away from her.
“I don’t think you do…” he said slowly.
“Fuck.” She cradled his cheek. “Please, look at me.” He did, her looking apologetic. “I can see how I came off, and I’m sorry, it’s not you; it’s the fucking phrase.”
“Okay..?”
He was so fucking bewildered trying to follow along with everything she was saying, not sure what she meant about making love but understanding the things she said about the connection and closeness during sex, he felt it, too. When he’s inside her, it feels like everything is right in the world, and it’s where he’s supposed to be. He just wasn’t sure what she meant about only one orgasm or not every time needing to be mind-blowing—it was all he had to offer.
Javier was broken, his head fucked from everything with Lorraine and Colombia, trying to do his fucking best navigating this new relationship, not knowing what the fuck he was doing. Cielito tried hard to guide him like a bright star on the horizon, leading him, helping him, but what did he bring to the table aside from knowing how to make her come? He didn’t think his love and devotion were enough; she needed more—deserved more, and all he had to give was his body, wanting to make her feel so fucking good that she wouldn’t want him to leave.
And she’s not happy with what he has to offer—at least, that’s what he thought she was trying to say.
The day before came to mind when she told him she felt the same, that she loved him, too, but would wait for him to say it first, and that gave him hope that maybe he just wasn’t understanding this conversation—his worries getting the better of him, which was a problem of his; spiraling, something negative having him play out all of the worst case scenarios and making dread wash over him thinking the other shoe was about to drop.
He took a deep breath, his hand flexing, listening intently, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“You know how people hate the word moist?” she asked. “Like it makes their skin crawl and is just so cringy?” She shuddered.
“Yeah, it’s the same in Spanish. People don’t like húmedo, which means the same thing.”
“Love that it’s universal. I have the same kind of aversion to the phrase-that-shall-not-be-named.”
He was curious. “Why?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s overused by people who think sex is a dirty word, and ‘fuck’ is just way too profane for their sensibilities, but they aren’t actually… making love.” She cringed. “It’s usually the guy getting off without a care for his partner—so, basically, it makes me think of really bad heterosexual sex, and it’s gross.”
Javier snorted.
“This is why we fuck,” he pointed out.
She grimaced, and he frowned, rubbing his hand over her back, needing to feel her, grounding himself in her comfort.
“I would like to do the real thing with you…” she said softly.
“I’m sorry…?”
What did she mean?
“To me, I think it’s the perfect way to describe that really tender, intimate fucking where you’re staring into each other's eyes, and taking your time, just enjoying one another. There’s no rush, no pressure to make the other person come over and over, it’s just being in the moment with your partner and feeling it, you know? I wanna do that with you.”
His eyebrows were in his hairline.
“You do?” he whispered.
She smiled, nodding, “Yeah, I do, very much, ‘cause I don’t know if you’re aware, Javi—I really fucking like you. A lot, and I’d be so into it.”
“Oh.”
He was stunned.
She stroked his cheek, worry etched on her features as she asked, “Are you okay, babe?”
It took him a second to wrap his brain around it.
“You don’t care how many times I get you off…” he started. “You just want to have sex with me because you like it… You like me, and not how many times I make you come…?”
That didn’t seem right…
“One orgasm is enough. Multiple isn’t necessary, but sometimes nice,” she answered, shrugging her shoulder. “I like the intimacy and don’t care how many times you get me off. You finishing before you wanted was totally fine—it’s honestly really fucking sexy that you couldn’t hold out, like, fuck, I got you that worked up? Me? Makes a girl feel really good about herself.”
He saw in her eyes that she was telling the truth, and his mouth fell open.
Her eyebrows furrowed, asking, “Why do you look so surprised?”
“Fuck,” he sighed, closing his eyes tight. “You like me.”
“I more than like you, but yes, I do.”
Hearing her say it out loud made his heart pick up in speed.
“Shit, I’m so fucking stupid.”
“Javier, what’s going on?”
He looked at her, seeing the concern on her face.
“A long time ago, fuck,” he sighed. “A long time ago, with my ex—”
“What the fuck did Lorraine do?” she cut him off, seething.
A smile crept up on his lips, warmth filling his veins at how protective she always got over him.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, rubbing her back. “It was so fucking long ago, but, uh, one time I came too quick, and she bit my head off about not getting her off.”
“You made her come during foreplay, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… Figured it wouldn’t be a big deal, so I let myself go, and she got so fucking mad.”
“That greedy bitch.”
“I should’ve seen it sooner—I can’t believe I was so fucking dumb.”
“About dating her?”
“Yes. My mom tried to warn me, and I fucking brushed her off because I thought she was just being overprotective ‘cause I was her only kid, su bendición, her blessing.” He sighed. “Pop told me when I came back from Colombia the first go around that they knew she was using me to get back at her dad—he thought I wasn’t good enough and fucking hated me dating her. And it’s taken me over fifteen fucking years to realize she was using me for sex, too. She didn’t want me,” he spat, anger simmering in his gut. “She wanted my body and what I could fucking do with it.” His eyes were beginning to burn, pressing his hand to Cielito’s cheek, swallowing hard, his voice thicker when he said, “You want me. You like me. You care about me, and I thought the only fucking thing I have worth anything to give you in return is my body.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Javi,” you gasped, tears brimming your eyes, so utterly upset by what he just said. Guilt had your chest aching, thinking about how he’d wanted to take things slow at the beginning—the three dates he wanted to go on before sex, and now it was dawning on you how important that was to him. “I really fucking hope I haven’t made you feel like all I want from you is sex—you know, right, that I more than like you, and the sex is just a bonus?”
“Cielito, baby, I know.” He stroked your cheek, his eyes rounded. “Our relationship is so fucking good, and I’ve felt every goddamn day since I met you how much you care about me. It’s just—” He sighed “—in the back of my mind, I wonder what the fuck I have to offer you?”
It broke your heart how he didn’t see his worth, answering quickly, “You, Javi, not your body, but you, just you,” you said. “You cherish me, you care about me, too, and show me every day with the things you do and say that aren’t even sexy. Do you have any idea how much I love that you wanted to spend time with me today while I read? It made me so happy because none of my exes would’ve wanted to do that, and you keep my water refilled, which is so fucking romantic. I like your company. I like being with you and talking to you. I like everything about you, even if you get into your head sometimes.” You smoothed your hand through his hair. “But Javi, I more than like you a lot, and you give me so much—offer me so much of yourself, and I have never been happier in my entire life.”
“It’s enough?” He asked, barely above a whisper, and you could see the worry in his eyes.
You took his hand from your face, lacing your fingers together.
“It’s more than enough, it will always be enough. You’re enough.”
His eyes were rimmed red, smiling as he crushed his mouth against yours in a searing kiss that lasted until your lungs protested with a need for oxygen, Javi pulling you into his body and holding you close.
Learning about Javi’s past over the last two days had given you a clearer picture of who he was and what he’d been through. He was like a puzzle that, since the first time you spoke, you’ve been putting together piece by piece, starting with the edges—him telling you some of his favorite things and about his job with the DEA; a large chunk in the middle coming together with the story of Lorraine, filling the rest of it in with little clusters of information he’d revealed, and at this point, it was almost completed, there was just this one big empty part in a corner that was still missing—Colombia, and all of the horrors he’d gone through. One day he’ll tell you, and you’ll be there to hold him tight and kiss away the memories.
Time passed, both of you cleaning up, getting dressed, putting the couch protector in the wash, and ordering food to be delivered.
The entire pizza was eaten, the box lying open on the coffee table with six empty beer bottles surrounding the cardboard. You were sitting in Javi’s lap, his arms wrapped around you with your head resting on his bare shoulder, the man only wearing sweats as you both watched the first Lethal Weapon movie, the marathon having started over.
The characters work for the Los Angeles Police Department, one of them being a sergeant in the narcotics division, and it had you wondering something while you watch.
“Javi?”
“Yes, Cielito?” he asked, kissing your hair.
“What made you decide to become a cop?”
He took a deep breath.
“You know how we’re on the border with Mexico?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s a fuck ton of drug smuggling. I couldn’t show you all of Pop’s land, but the Rio Grande runs along it, and if you go out to the edge of the property, sometimes you can spot people on boats.”
“Maybe they’re fishing? Enjoying the sun? Not all boats on the river are smugglers...”
“Right.” He didn’t sound convinced and frankly a bit paranoid. “Well, somehow, even with a heavy fucking border patrol presence and the DEA breathing down their necks, drugs are getting into Laredo—my money’s on the river.”
“I can tell. So, you’ve just always hated drugs?”
“No.”
“No?”
Turning your head, you looked at his face, Javi meeting your eyes.
“When I started elementary school, I didn’t speak a single word of English—had no idea what the fuck anyone was saying. They had me in the ESL program, but my regular teacher didn’t know Spanish, and I struggled. The kid I shared a desk with helped me.” There was a sad smile on his lips. “His name was Neil, and he came from one of the wealthier families in town, so he had a nanny who’d taught him some Spanish—he was my first best friend. If you remember from the photo albums, the random white kid with the curly brown hair, that was him.” You nodded. Chucho had said it was Javi’s friend when you’d been going through pictures, remembering him popping up through the ages they were in elementary school, not recalling if he was in any of the later photos. “As we got older, we drifted apart. His dad’s a hardass. He got into high school and pretty much wasn’t allowed to do anything that wasn’t academic or fucking extracurriculars ‘cause his dad wanted him to get into a big university. It was a lot of pressure, and he started smoking pot freshman year to relax—he got me to try it.”
You gasped dramatically.
“Javier, you snorted the mari-j-uana? You? A narc?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Did you just call me a fucking narc..? Snorted..? You don’t snort weed, baby…”
“That’s something a narc would say,” you teased.
He pinched your thigh, making you giggle.
“I smoked it and didn’t like it. Not my thing—prefer booze.”
“Like the narc you are,” you said, kissing his cheek.
Javi sighed.
“By junior year,” he continued, “he was under a lot of pressure, and I guess he asked his dealer for something stronger.” He inhaled deeply, letting the air out slowly, before he spoke again, “Kid overdosed.”
“No,” you gasped for real this time. “I’m so sorry, Javi.” Throwing your arms around his neck, you hugged him, Javi pulling you closer.
“Yeah, it was fucked.” There was an edge of anger in his tone. “They caught the guy who sold it to him, but at that time, police didn’t give a fuck about cocaine possession, pretty much got a slap on the fucking wrist, and they didn’t bother finding out his supplier. A great fucking kid with his whole life ahead of him, dead, and the man who caused it was out before I went off to college—didn’t sit right with me that Neil didn’t get any fucking justice.”
“And so you helped take down Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel—Jesus Christ, Javier, you don’t fuck around. I think Neil would be proud of what you accomplished.”
“Maybe.”
The frown was evident in his voice, leaning back to look at his face. It was clear what he was thinking, asking him, “Why don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
His eyes were on yours, “There’s still all the shit here.” He swallowed. “I was asked to go to Mexico after I took down Cali, but I was so fucking tired of all the bullshit.”
You could see the exhaustion, sliding your fingers through the hair above each of his ears.
“Babe, you’re one man. I know you want justice and to right all the wrongs, but you can’t single-handedly dismantle the drug trade—you did more than enough. Rest, let other people handle it.”
He let out a long sigh.
“You’re right, Cielito.” He smiled softly. “I’ve got you now, and I’m so fucking happy about it.”
You smiled back.
“Good,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him.
When you pulled back, he asked, “What made you want to be a nurse?”
“Oh, when I was eight, my appendix burst, and I had to be hospitalized.”
“The scar,” he said, touching your belly.
It was so long ago it was barely visible, it surprised you he’d even noticed.
“Yeah, the scar.” You smiled. “My mom stayed home with my little brother, and aside from my dad being the doctor he is, checking that the surgery was done properly and I was healing okay, I was in the hospital alone for almost a week.”
Javi was frowning. “Nobody was with you…?”
“Nope.” You shrugged. “But, this lovely nurse who had the daytime shift would keep me company as much as possible and make sure I wasn’t lonely. She was wonderful and so fucking funny. I just knew I wanted to be exactly like her—I wanted to make being in the hospital less scary and people smile even when they’re feeling miserable. So, nursing.”
His hand came up to cup your jaw, looking deep into your eyes.
“It’s the perfect job for you—you’re so fucking warm and bright that I know people love you taking care of them ‘cause I sure as fuck do.”
It felt like you were melting at the sincerity in his voice.
“That’s very sweet of you, but you’re not my patient,” you said. “You’re my boyfriend and get special boyfriend treatment, they just get silly jokes and compassion.”
“What’s the special boyfriend treatment?” He asked, head tilting in interest.
“Cuddles, kisses, naked stuff, food, basically anything you want from me is yours.”
He pulled you in for a kiss, saying into your lips, “I like the sound of that.”
“I’m glad.”
He broke the kiss, meeting your gaze with a frown, “I’m, uh, gonna be honest—your family has left a bad fucking taste in my mouth, and I’m happy to meet them or talk to them on the phone, but I don’t know how I’d handle them treating you like shit.”
“Well, we’ll have to figure out different plans for Christmas, then.”
His frown deepened.
“You don’t have to skip because of me...”
“Oh, don’t worry.” You waved away his concern. “You’re giving me an excuse, and I’m taking it. It’s bad enough I talk to my mom once a week or so—if I was strong, I’d go no contact, but I’d feel too guilty.”
His eyes were big, the honesty showing as he said, “Whatever you choose to do, baby, I support you, and know that my family will welcome you with open arms.”
“Are you sure?” you asked softly.
He smiled, “Oh, yeah. Pop loves you, and I know everybody else will, too.”
“That makes me happy.”
“You make me happy.”
Laughing, you replied, “You’re so fucking cheesy, but—” you moved your face closer to ghost your lips over his “—I more than like you, a lot.”
“I more than like you a lot, too.” He closed the space kissing you with such passion that you knew what he said was true, those three little words screaming in your brain.
The sun was high up in the sky, the straw cowboy hat atop his head keeping it out of his eyes. It was hotter than hell today, the heat making sweat rise on his skin as he walked over the neatly cut grass, taking the same route he’d taken hundreds of times before, ignoring the slight ache in his knees.
He came to a stop, groaning as he bent down a little to wipe away some dirt that had accumulated on top of the grey stone with one hand. The white leather ring box was slightly discolored from age, not as pristine as it once was. Chucho set it down where he had just cleaned, popping it open, the diamonds on the ring sparkling in the sunlight.
Straightening, he said, “Mi amor, nuestro Javiercito conocio a una chica maravillosa (My love, our Javier met a wonderful girl).”
His eyes tracked over the engraved letters of Antonia’s name, imagining how she’d react to the news, seeing so clearly in his mind that bright smile he’d loved so much and her excitedly saying, ‘Háblame de todo (Tell me everything).’
A smile was on his lips when he continued, “Yo la amo y tú también la amarías (I love her and you would love her too). Él va a casarse con ella y limpie tu anillo de compromiso para cuando él lo quiera (He’s going to marry her, and I had your engagement ring cleaned for when he wants it). I’m probably jumping the gun,” he chuckled. “Pero sabes que soy un romántico (But you know I’m a romantic).”
“Ojalá pudieras ver lo feliz que está con ella (I wish you could see how happy he is with her). Todo sonrisas, mi amor (All smiles, my love). Los que nos perdimos y pensé que nunca volveríamos a ver (The ones we missed and thought we’d never see again).”
His eyes were starting to water, feeling his throat get tight.
“Él está contento otra vez (He’s happy again). Ayer pasé horas con ella y ella es perfecta para el (I spent hours with her yesterday and she is perfect for him). Ella es amable, y muy divertida (She is kind and very funny). Puedo ver cuánto lo ama (I can see how much she loves him).”
He chuckled again, thinking about what Javi’s Cielito had said the day before.
“Ella dijo que mataría por probar tu comida (She said she would murder to try your food). Hubieron cocinado juntos y Javiercito los habría distraído a ambos (You would have cooked together and Javier would have distracted you both).” Chucho laughed.
“Ellos son buenos juntos, mi amor (They are good together, my love). Me recuerdan a nosotros y estarán juntos para siempre, también (They remind me of us and they will be together forever, too).” He pressed a hand to the stone. “Te amo, mi media naranja (I love you, my soulmate). Déjame contarte sobre mi semana (Let me tell you about my week)...”
One month later…
The cordless phone was pressed to your ear, using your shoulder to keep it in place while you cooked, not paying attention to what your mother was saying, seeing as she’d been going on and on for the last—you checked your watch—fifteen minutes about how perfect your little brother was and all of the amazing things he’d done since the last time you spoke a week prior.
“...and they’ve decided to try for another baby,” your mom gushed, unable to stop the look of disgust on your face.
“Wow, that’s so exciting,” you replied, not sounding excited at all.
It was honestly such an odd thing how couples were so happy to announce they were having unprotected sex to their friends and family.
Javi was running late coming over after work because he had an errand to do. The sauce was simmering in the pan, the noodles boiling, and the side salad was already prepared in a bowl on the kitchen table.
“It’s high time you started thinking about settling down,” she said, making you groan, not wanting to have this discussion. “You know, your father was in Boston this weekend at a surgeon’s conference—he was the keynote speaker and ran into Daniel—Dr. Andrews. I miss Daniel, he was so wonderful and talented. I heard he’s up for an award for a new procedure he invented. Whatever happened between you two?”
Daniel Andrews was a cardiothoracic surgeon you’d met five years ago while working at a hospital in Dallas. He was pretty with his blue eyes, perfectly styled hair, and clean-shaven face, honestly surprised he’d taken an interest in you, and so you’d dated for about six months—him even meeting your family, but it definitely wasn’t meant to last.
“Remember he had the accident?” you replied.
“What accident?”
“When he slipped and fell into another nurse’s vagina.”
“That is so vulgar!” She sounded appalled, and it made you smile. “Why are you like this? If you weren’t so… independent, you could find a nice doctor to settle down with, have his children, and become a stay-at-home mother like your sister-in-law.”
“Wow, mom, it’s not the fifties anymore, and some women like having careers and don’t want to make motherhood their entire identity. I’m happy she loves being at home with her kids, but that’s not something that calls to me—I love working, and if I had children, I’d keep working after they were born, and my partner and I would have equal responsibility taking care of them.”
She scoffed.
“It’s the mother’s job to rear the children while her husband provides for the family.”
“I think you personally just caused a regression in women’s rights, and another thing—” You were getting heated. “—I don’t need to meet a ‘nice doctor,’ I’m dating a wonderful man, thank you very much.”
“The farmer?” The disdain was evident in her tone, and it pissed you off.
With how your parents had welcomed your exes and how charming Javier was, you assumed they’d like him, too, especially since he’s so amazing. It was your mistake to make assumptions because when you finally revealed you were seeing someone, and your mother asked what he did at the hospital, finding out he didn’t work there, she was not very welcoming and outright dismissive of your relationship.
“I’ve told you multiple times he’s a rancher—Javier told you he’s a rancher on his dad’s ranch.”
She’d talked to him one night when he’d answered your house phone, and to your absolute horror, she’d grilled him about his job and how much money he made before you could take the receiver from him.
“Right, but he isn’t a serious relationship—just something to work out of your system, and eventually, you’ll meet a man who makes actual money and can take care of you.”
Your blood was boiling, rage making your heart pound, absolutely done with the bullshit.
“We’re very serious, for your information, and I don’t give a flying fuck how much money he makes because I can easily support the both of us with only my job, that I, a woman with a degree, work!” you yelled. There was the sound of knocking on the front door. “Well, I’ve got to go. My very serious boyfriend, who I plan on marrying, is here! Have a nice night, mother,” you spat, ending the call, the phone thudding across the counter.
Quickly, you were heading out of the kitchen, relief washing over you when you pulled open the door to find Javi standing there with a concerned look holding a small bouquet of sunflowers. Seeing him and the flowers, Javi always bringing you a new bouquet every Monday had you going soft.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I thought I heard yelling?”
“My mom,” you sighed, anger flashing across his face.
“Fuck.” He stepped forward to pull you into his arms while still holding the sunflowers, walking you into the apartment and closing the door with his foot, hugging you tight in the entryway.
Leaning back, he held your chin with two fingers, moving to kiss you so tenderly it made your heart squeeze. Breaking it, he looked at you with round eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Wanna talk about it?” he asked.
His presence had calmness spreading through you, so happy he was there.
“I’ll tell you while I finish making dinner.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I’ll take care of the flowers.”
You smiled. “You’re the best.” Quickly kissing him, Javi toed off his shoes by the front door and emptied his pockets in the bowl on the console table in the entryway, following you back into the kitchen.
You moved the sauce to a cold burner before getting the strainer out of a cabinet, putting it in the sink, and pouring in the pot of noodles while your boyfriend discarded the dead flowers currently on the dining table into the trash. He grabbed scissors, expertly trimming the stems on the new ones before sidling up next to you to fill a clear glass vase with fresh water.
It was nice how comfortable the two of you moved about the kitchen together, Javi bumping his hip against yours and kissing your hair to make you smile, him waiting for you to start talking.
Sighing loudly, you finally spoke, “Like, because I’m not a fucking doctor, the next best thing for me to be is the wife of one, popping out kids and raising them.It’s just so fucking sexist.”
Javi was listening while he arranged the sunflowers in the vase.
“It’s fucked up,” he mused.
Shaking out the rest of the water from the pasta, you continued, “Don’t get me wrong, stay-at-home moms work their asses off, but I never saw myself being one—I wanna be a nurse in a hospital, doing the thing I love.” The noodles were put back into the pot and onto the stove, pouring in the sauce, Javi taking the flowers over to the kitchen table and setting them in the middle. “It’s just so fucking exhausting not being good enough.”
Arms wrapped around your middle, Javi hugging you tight, his mouth at your ear as he whispered, “Fuck what your mom thinks. You’re incredible and hardworking. No one gets to tell you how to live your life.”
It had you going gooey, tears threatening to spill, stirring the pasta.
“Thank you, baby.”
He kissed the side of your neck.
“You’re welcome.”
“Dinners ready.”
“I’ll get water for us.”
The dining room wasn’t much of a room but more of an attachment to the kitchen that featured a two-person table and a window that you’d shut the blinds on so you had privacy while you ate.
The salad bowl was next to the flowers, Javi sitting across from you, each with your plates full of food.
“How are Daphne and Velma?” you asked before taking a bite. Those were the two calves Javi had basically raised from birth that you both jokingly called your bovine children.
A sweet look came over his face, smiling as he said, “Our hijas (daughters) are doing great with the rest of the herd and picked up grazing quickly, but I knew they would.”
He sounds like a proud father, and it makes you wonder if he’d be the same with his human children, deep down, knowing he would—he’d be a fantastic dad, ignoring the sting of sadness that he doesn’t want to be one.
Grinning, you reply, “We’ll have to go have a picnic with them next weekend.”
During the week, sometimes you’d meet Javi out at the ranch after you got off work, and the two of you would sit in his dad’s backyard eating dinner with the two little cows lying down next to you both. With them now out on the land, it’d require a horseback ride, but you loved the picnics and the two girls, who were like giant puppies, always happy to see you guys.
“They’d love it,” he replied. “Any other news?” Javi asked as he started digging into his food with gusto.
“You know, the same shit,” you answered, waving your fork. “Mandatory fifteen to twenty minutes of waxing poetic about my brother. Oh, he’s fucking his wife raw now.”
He choked, coughing as he grabbed his water to take a big drink.
“Sorry!” you exclaimed.
Setting the glass down, his voice was rough, looking confused, “It’s okay—why do you know that..?”
“They’re trying for a baby—like people just broadcast that? ‘We’re trying for a baby,’ wow, thank you so much for letting me know you’re only serving cream pies. My boyfriend fucks me raw on the daily, too. Love when he comes inside me, but I’m not telling my fucking parents.”
His cheeks were flushed, clearing his throat while he reached across the table to hold your free hand. “Baby, are you okay?” he asked gently.
“Yeah, sorry, it wasn’t a good phone call—it’s never a good fucking call, and recently they’ve been worse.”
“I’m sorry.” His thumb stroked over the back of your hand, frowning as he said, “It’s all my fucking fault.”
“Don’t say that,” you replied in a serious tone. “It’s not your fault, and you’ve done nothing wrong. They’re too fucking stuck up, and after today, I think I’m done trying—there’s no point with how set in their ways they are.” You were getting angry again over what your mother had said. “I won’t fucking sit back and let anyone talk shit about you, my family included, so they can get fucked. I’ve got you, and that’s all that fucking matters.”
His eyes were misty, squeezing your hand, saying barely above a whisper, “You’d choose me?”
“I am choosing you. Zero hesitation. Next time she calls, I’m letting her know if she says anything negative, then it’s over, and I won’t be answering anymore.”
He was giving you that look, the one where you could see in his eyes how much he loved you and that he was struggling not to just blurt the words out loud.
“You know I support you,” he said thickly. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“You make me happy.”
He chuckled.
“You make me happy, too. Want me to eat you out after dinner?”
That had you perking up, nodding your head, “Yes, that would be wonderful. I planned to serve you ice cream for dessert, but if you’d prefer pussy…”
He crookedly smiled.
“I always prefer pussy for dessert,” he said, winking, making you laugh.
Focusing on eating, it was quiet as you forked bites into your mouths, Javi groaning around bites. He ate like he hadn’t eaten all day, which you knew was a lie.
“Slow down,” you giggled.
“No. It’s too fucking good.”
His plate was empty before yours, serving himself up seconds and finally taking his time.
He was very nonchalant when he spoke like it wasn’t anything to get excited about, his eyes on his plate, saying after swallowing a bite, “I start a new job next month.”
The sentence had you pausing, your fork inches from your face now in limbo. Your eyebrows knit together, eyes narrowing, trying to process the words, thinking maybe you’d misheard.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked.
“I start a new job next month. Is this a new recipe?”
“Yeah… what do you mean a new job? Like something different at the ranch?”
He’d told you he was happy working for his dad, finding the manual labor pretty relaxing compared to what he’d been doing with the DEA, and preferring the animals to people.
“No,” he answered between bites, shaking his head. “Sheriff hired me.”
“The Sheriff hired you…?”
Why would he want to get back into law enforcement? He’d been through so much in South America and put it all behind him to live his life, and now he was going back? This wasn’t making any sense to you—the DEA exhausted him, he was miserable, and now he suddenly wants to be a cop again?
Finally looking at you, he set his fork down, you doing the same.
“Yeah,” he said. “Since I came back to the states, agencies all over the entire fucking country have been trying to get me to work for them—the Webb County Sheriff has been up my ass about it, making house calls and sending letters trying to get me. I went through all the job offers I’ve gotten, found the one with the best shit, went to the Sheriff today, and told him if he matches it, I’ll work for him. He did.” Javi grinned, looking pleased with himself.
“Okay…” you said slowly. “I’m proud of you for swindling cops, but why are you getting back into law enforcement? I thought you were done after Colombia? What about your dad, the ranch, Daphne and Velma?”
“Our hijas (daughters) will be okay. We can keep going out there during the week, maybe a day on the weekend, if you want. They’ve got all the other cattle to keep them company, but they’d love seeing us, Pop, too.”
“We can do that…”
“And the ranch will keep going without me—they’ve got it handled. It was time I got a job.”
“You have a job.”
“I needed a real job.”
“Your current job is pretty fucking real,” you pointed out.
He sighed, his eyes darting away.
“I need a job that I can support you with,” he said.
That had you so taken aback you jolted.
What was he talking about supporting you? As you told your mom, you made more than enough money to care of both of you... Shit, your mom.
“Javi, is this because my mother gave you the third degree over what you do for work?”
His eyes met yours, his eyebrows furrowing.
“It’s something I’ve been thinking about since we started dating, and your mom sure as fuck didn’t help—but I do need to be able to take care of you.”
Take care of you? What the fuck? Does he expect you to quit your job? You were literally just so fucking upset with your mother for being sexist, her saying it was the man’s job to provide for his family, and now Javi had your hackles rising; this was so unlike him.
“I don’t need you to take care of me financially, Javier,” you said carefully. “Things are perfectly fine how they are, and there’s really no reason for you to be getting a new job.”
You’d thought what the two of you had was great, working similar schedules and spending all of your free time together. If he became a cop, you doubted he’d have that same regularity, expecting he’d work long hours.
He let out a long breath, pressing his fingers to his forehead.
“Things aren’t fine, Cielito.”
Your body tensed, dread coming over you.
“What?” you asked softly, your eyes beginning to burn, afraid of what he was going to say, automatically thinking the worst, like he didn’t want to be with you anymore, or he was unhappy, maybe that he hated your career. You felt sick to your stomach, pushing your plate away.
His hand ran through his hair, meeting your gaze.
“I’ve got money saved from the DEA, and the change Pop pays me to work, but when I think of renting an apartment or buying a fucking house, it’s not enough long term. I’m here all the time, staying over, eating your amazing fucking food, and I haven’t pitched in on your rent and only pick up groceries when you ask. I need a real job to provide you with the life you deserve.”
You had to take a deep breath, processing what he said because now you were upset that he hadn’t been listening about how you wanted to work and didn’t need a man to take care of you. Not once had you mentioned a need for money, frankly living quite comfortably, and this just sounded like he hated that you made more than him, and he needed to save his ego by getting a better-paying job.
“Firstly,” you started, trying to keep your voice even, “I don’t need you to pitch in. I’m happy to offer my home and food to you because you’re my boyfriend, the one I more than like, who always pays when we eat out. Secondly, I was employed and completely self-sufficient before you came along, and I am beyond capable of contributing my share and more for both of us. Thirdly, I will not be told that you need to work a dangerous fucking job that you hated, all for the archaic notion that because you’re the man, you need to ‘support me.’ Not in this house, not ever, Javier.”
His jaw flexed, his right hand clenching, saying in a tone that brokered no argument, “I’m not letting you be the sole provider in this relationship.”
Your eyebrows shot up, your mouth falling open at his audacity, hitting your fucking limit for this shit today.
“Excuse me?” Your voice rose. “You’re not letting me?! Why can’t I, a woman, provide for us?!”
His eyes narrowed in confusion, “What the fuck are you talking about? This has nothing to do with you being a woman. I respect you! I respect women!” he exclaimed, exasperated.
“You said you needed to take care of me and that I couldn’t support us!” you shouted, your chair scraping across the floor as you stood up, staring down at him with your hands on the table. “That doesn’t sound very fucking feminist, Javier! What, are you going to tell me to quit my job, too?! Have me be your good little housewife who waits on you hand and foot?!”
His face reddened, scrunching up in anger, getting up from his seat so forcefully it slammed into the wall behind him, “You’re not getting what I’m fucking saying!” he yelled. “You’re turning this into something it’s fucking not!”
“Then what the FUCK are you trying to say, Javier Jesús?!”
Your heart was pounding hard, blood rushing in your ears, so fucking angry it had your stomach in knots, not believing your sweet boyfriend was being such a dick. He was mad, too, seeing it on his face and how he was so tense, his hands clenched tight at his sides.
He knew you hated your mother implying you needed a man to take care of you, and then he decided it was time to show his true colors and that he wanted to do just that—have you rely on him, be the man of the house, and make the most money. You felt off balance because it made no fucking sense. This was not the Javi you knew and loved. Your Javi respected your job, your hardwork, you, and he’d never take away your agency.
“I’m trying to fucking tell you I love you!” he shouted.
It felt like time had stopped, your eyes going big at his outburst, stunned—speechless—not imagining this would be how he’d finally tell you those three words you’d been waiting so long to hear. It shocked you so much that the hot anger inside you fizzled out as if you were doused in cold water.
It was clear how upset he was with the tears in his eyes, lowering his voice, his words coming out thicker from emotion, “I love you so fucking much,” he continued. “I want to spend the rest of my fucking life with you,” he choked on the last word, a stray tear falling down his cheek. His gaze was locked on yours, seeing the truth in the depths of his eyes. “I love you, Cielito, and me getting a job and wanting to pay for shit isn’t me trying to fucking control you, fuck, I’d never want that. That’s not me. It’s not me being fucking better than you either, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you being a woman.” His fingers slid through his hair, his other hand on his hip. “We’re building our future together, and I want us contributing equally—I don’t think it’s fucking fair that you’re taking the brunt of the money shit.” He inhaled deeply. “I want us to be equals—you’re my equal, my other half, my fuckin’ media naranja (soulmate). I want to share my life with you, share everything with you, and live with you in a bigger apartment or a house, fucking anywhere that I don’t have to see Mrs. Hernandez glaring at me like she wants me dead ‘cause you were screaming my name the night before.”
The last bit had you laughing, tears falling down your cheeks, it all finally making sense. This was your Javi—the man who had the utmost respect for women, hated toxic masculinity, was fair and loved you. He was a good man, the best you knew, and you felt stupid for jumping to conclusions that made zero sense for his character.
Standing up straight, wiping your eyes, and smiling, you replied, “I love you, too, and I’m so happy you said it.”
He ducked his head, looking a bit sheepish.
“I was gonna tell you after dinner…”
“Wait, what?”
Looking at you, he said, “It’s so fucking stupid, and I should’ve told you the moment I knew I loved you, but I was scared. So fucking scared that it was too soon, and it had to be too good to be true, except it wasn’t—it was real.” His hands were on his hips, weight to one side. “A couple of weeks ago, I started figuring my shit out, looking into how much money I had and the cost of living—crunching the fuck out of the numbers. I’ve got a pretty good amount saved up since the government basically paid for everything while I was in Colombia. It’s just not enough for me to retire early—too young. So, it was time for me to return to work because I love you, and we’re equal in everything else, like splitting chores and taking turns cooking. I think we’re pretty fucking good at this relationship shit.”
“I think we are, too,” you giggled.
He smiled, nodding, “Yeah, we are. I got the job, and it just felt like everything came together, you know? The universe or whatever the fuck was confirming we’re meant to be together, that it was fucking time for me to just tell you, and I rehearsed how I would say it on the drive here.” He sighed, “But your mom kinda fucked things up, and you didn’t react to my news the way I thought you would…”
“I’m so sorry, the whole conversation with her was a clusterfuck, and then you hit a nerve.”
“Yeah, some of it’s my fault for not saying the right thing, and I’m sorry for that and also for yelling at you.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, a sad frown on his lips. “I didn’t like that shit.”
Guilt was roiling in your gut, feeling so fucking terrible.
“Javi, I am so insanely sorry that I lost my cool and upset you. I’ll do better not to let it happen again and make sure that we communicate like adults.” He nodded. “Are we okay?” you asked.
Smiling, he answered, “Yeah, we’re okay. We’re more than okay.”
“Good.” You felt relieved, your mouth curling in a little smile. “Wanna know a secret?” you asked.
His head slightly tilted in curiosity.
“Yeah?”
“You told me you loved me before you fell asleep Friday night in Spanish.” He’d whispered it when he thought you were sleeping. “I fucking knew you were gonna break soon,” you said, grinning.
Flush appeared on his cheeks, scratching at the back of his neck.
“Shit, I usually wait for you to start snoring.”
“I don’t snore.” It came out defensive. “You snore,” you accused, pointing at him.
He smiled.
“You snore, baby. It’s cute. You wanna know a secret?”
“Is it that you’re lying about me snoring?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Something better.”
“Tell me.”
“Remember that first time we went over to Pop’s last month?”
“Yes?”
“That’s the first time que dije te amo en español (I said I love you in Spanish). Told you every night after.”
He, along with some of your coworkers, had been helping you learn Spanish, which was your second language when you were in school.
“Why is that so romantic?” you asked. “Friday, I said it back in English, but, te amo, mi amor (I love you, my love).”
He gave you a beaming smile, pressing his hand over his heart.
“Te amo con todo mi corazón—eres el amor de mi vida (I love you with all my heart—you’re the love of my life).”
There was a possibility you would melt into a puddle, hearing and seeing his devotion for you. Remembering what you were discussing had you sobering up, needing to talk about the matter at hand, worry beginning to well up inside you.
“You’re such a fucking sweetheart! Ugh, I love you so much.” Taking a deep breath, you said, “We’ll get back to being disgustingly in love in a minute. I just need to know why you didn’t talk to me about getting a job? And why you’re doing law enforcement again?” You were frowning, continuing in a softer voice, “You’re going to hate it and be so fucking miserable you’ll end up resenting me.” You worried at your lip between your teeth.
There was no point in sugarcoating your fear. Colombia fucked him up, and he was still recovering from it; going back to that kind of job again won’t be healthy for him—guilt will eat at you because he’d be doing it for you, and he’d absolutely resent you for it, you didn’t see it going any other way.
He looked like he’d been slapped. Suddenly, he was moving around the table, his big hands cradling your face, making you look at him.
“Resent you?” His voice was gentle. “How the fuck—” he choked. “I could never resent you. Cielito, baby, no, I love you too fucking much. It’s nothing like the shit I did with the DEA, I’d be consulting.” His thumbs stroked over your cheeks. “Basically, I’d be doing training and offering my expertise—a fucking office job, really, nothing dangerous, no stress, I get to choose my schedule, so I lined it up with yours. Pays pretty fucking good, too, and uh—“ He looked a little nervous. “—I thought when your lease was up, we could see about getting a bigger place together.”
It was a relief to hear that what he’d be doing at the Sheriff’s department would be different from his previous work; now feeling much better about everything and happy, so fucking happy.
“Javi, I own this apartment,” you said.
His eyes widened in surprise.
“What..?”
“It’s a condo that I bought with cash. The big south-facing windows sold me, and I figured it’d be a better investment than renting,” you answered, shrugging.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Planned on living here at least a year to make sure I loved my job, then wanted to buy a house—need room for more plants and a garden.”
That was your dream, planning on a little house for just you, but now you’d need something a bit bigger with Javi.
He looked a little downtrodden, his eyes moving away from yours.
“Yeah, that’d make sense...”
“Javi?”
Hopeful big brown eyes met yours.
“Yes, Cielito?”
“Wanna move in with me, and then we can buy a house together next year?”
He visibly brightened, thinking his dimpled smile could outshine the sun, a happy chuckle coming from his throat, crushing his mouth against yours, kissing you passionately, reverently, feeling his joy.
“Yes,” he murmured into your lips. “Fuck, yes. Please. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Happiness was overflowing inside you, thinking it would seep out of your pores, flinging your arms around his neck, Javi pulling you into his embrace, holding you so close to his body like he was trying to fuse you together, his mouth never leaving yours.
For so long, you’d known how he felt, seeing it so clearly in how he looked at you, hearing it in the words he said, feeling it in his touches. He may not have said the sentence out loud, but he still made you feel loved regardless. Now you’ve heard those three little words that, when said from his lips, felt like the heavens above had opened wide, showering you in contented bliss, spreading the warm fuzziness through your body, and cementing in your brain that he was it—he was home, and now you’d share a home, a life, and your future with him.
Javier Peña loved you, and you loved him, and nothing else in the world seemed truer than that fact.
Neediness hit you like a freight train, wanting him inside you so badly there was a throbbing ache between your legs, Javi greedily licking into your mouth and swallowing your moans, his tongue tasting every bit of you he could reach.
The tension rose until you couldn’t take it anymore, breaking the kiss, Javi chasing your lips as you leaned back to start opening his shirt's buttons. His hand cupped your jaw, his lust-blown eyes on your face.
“I fucking love you,” he said, moving to kiss you again, your fingers getting the last button undone, pushing the material off his shoulders, him shrugging it off.
Grabbing the bottom of your cotton t-shirt, his mouth left yours to get it over your head.
“I fucking love you, too,” you panted, and he grinned, kissing you hard.
The majority of things Javier and you were on the same page about—pineapple did not belong on pizza, coffee was necessary for survival, Coca-Cola is superior to Pepsi, Star Wars is better than Star Trek—and many more you were having trouble remembering, because you both understood each other so well, that you knew at this moment your clothes needed to come off as soon as possible, and you weren’t making it out of the kitchen.
There was eagerness, impatience, and kissing as you stripped one another—which probably wasn’t the best decision when Javi was trying to peel off one of his socks and ended up falling backward onto his bare ass, the air leaving him in a grunt.
Your hand flew to your mouth, unable to stop yourself from chortling while standing completely nude, him trying his damndest to keep a straight face, laughter sputtering out of him with a big, shining grin.
“Your poor little ass!” you giggled.
The rogue sock was thrown haphazardly, finding yourself pulled down into his naked lap, your knees bracketing his thighs.
“My ass is fine,” he chuckled, his lips finding yours again. Big hands grabbed the globes of your backside, him saying into your lips, “Your ass is more than fine.” Squeezing it and pulling you forward to feel the hard line of his cock pressed between you, making you rub your wet cunt against him, moaning at how it was hitting your clit just right to have sparks igniting in your belly.
“Javi,” you gasped.
Kisses were pressed along your jaw, moving lower to your neck, the roll of your hips coating his length in your arousal.
“God, I love you.” His voice was muffled in your skin. He ducked his head down, pulling your hard nipple into his hot mouth, you moaning at the sharp jolt of pleasure.
“Fuck, Javi, let me sit on your dick,” you whined, wanting to ease the needy ache between your legs.
He came off your stiff peak with a wet pop, meeting your eyes, him looking at you with such a tender expression.
“It’s yours,” he rasped. “I’m yours—I love you.”
Every time he said it, a thrill ran through you, a smile immediately on your lips, the happiness consuming you.
“I love you, too,” you replied, holding his cheeks. “And I’m yours—forever.”
That had him kissing you, feeling him smiling into it, you pushing on him to lay down flat on his back, keeping your mouth on his.
Moving to settle yourself over his hips, you held yourself up with one hand beside his head, the other moving between your bodies, lifting up to guide him to your entrance. Sinking down had you both moaning, feeling him stretching you to your limits, savoring the slight burn as everything pulled taut inside you, so incredibly full when you bottomed out.
He’s been inside you so many times you’ve lost count—double digits? Possibly triple? You’re not sure, and even though you’re intimately familiar with the feeling of his dick filling you, nothing had prepared you for this—it had both of your jaws going slack, your eyes locked on each other, staring in wonder at how perfect it felt. The world faded away. Nothing else mattered but the two of you, your love and devotion; this feeling that mind, body, and soul, you were one person in two bodies, and now you were whole once more.
“Fuck,” Javi whispered in awe.
“Do you feel it, too?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, his hands coming up to your face. His throat worked, swallowing hard, his eyes shinier, voice deeper, raspier, “Te amo tanto, no puedo vivir sin ti, mi Cielito (I love you so much, I can’t live without you, my Cielito).” You could see and hear the honesty in his words, your heart pounding in your chest, feeling the prickle of tears. “No puedo respirar sin ti—me muero sin ti (I can’t breathe without you—I’d die without you).”
“Javier, you can’t just say exceptionally romantic things during sex and make me cry,” you sniffled.
He chuckled, lifting his head to kiss you.
“Yes, I can,” he murmured against your lips, his broad palms moving to skim along your back. Nipping at your chin, he grabbed your ass. “You feel so fucking good. How is it better?”
“Magic.”
He was thinking it over.
“Your pussy is pretty fucking magical.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you giggled, reaching behind you to grab his hand, moving to press it beside his head, one then the other, interlacing your fingers and holding his hands—him happily, letting you pin him down.
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m gonna start calling your dick a ‘magic stick,’” you replied, circling your hips to end the sentence, watching in delight when his mouth fell open.
“You think my dick is magic?” he gasped.
Rocking on him, feeling him so deep inside you, answering breathily, “Absolutely, it’s fucking magic how perfectly it fills me—doesn’t leave any empty room.”
He groaned, his cock jerking inside you, making you smile.
“Can, uh—” he was breathing a little heavier “—can you stay still and kiss me?” he asked, looking up at you with those big eyes of his.
“Of course, baby.” Lowering your head, pressing your body into his, staying seated as you gave him what he wanted, kissing him.
You understood what he wanted completely—that ache in your core quelled by him filling you, loving having him inside you, feeling him throbbing and every vein and ridge pressing up against your sensitive walls, him so hot and hard. Slick was soaking him, gathering where you were joined, knowing it was probably dripping down him, happy to stay like this as long as he wanted, comfortable; Your body relaxing, melting into him, contentedness warming your very soul.
He kissed you fervently, his tongue pressing between your lips to slide along your own, squeezing your hands beside his head, the two of you losing yourselves to each other, basking in one another—your bodies intertwined so tightly, it all blurring where you ended and he began.
It was almost too much how he encompassed everything. Your brain could think of nothing else but him—feeling him, tasting him, hearing him, seeing him, smelling him–it was all Javi, realizing nobody else had ever affected you like he does, nobody else had ever treated you like he does, nobody else had ever loved you like he does.
The saddest part was you were positive that went for family, too—Javier was the only person to ever truly love you, but he was the only man you’ve ever truly loved, too.
The kissing became languid, minutes passing with him stuffed deep inside you, feeling so full and getting worked up from all the emotions you were feeling—happiness, relief, joy, tenderness, love. You were fluttering around him, your tongues tangling, beginning to squirm with the need for friction.
Breaking the kiss, he asked, “Need to come, mi amor?” through labored breaths.
“Yes.”
His hooded eyes showed earnestness, immediately saying, “Use me, Cielito. Take what you need. I’m yours.”
“Fuck, I love you,” she said.
He felt her words in his heart, them dancing across his skin, leaving warmth in their wake that seeped down into his bones, pretty sure he might be drunk on her—feeling euphoric, floaty, so unbelievably happy that it should be illegal. This was the high they tried to achieve in manufacturing drugs, something so addictive the user won’t want to stop, and Javier was hooked; addicted, gone, letting himself enjoy this bliss and the high of hearing her tell him she loved him.
She loved him.
It was embarrassing how giddy it made him feel, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know how she felt—she’d made it known without saying the words, leaving little doubt in his mind. Everything she did, and said, made Javier feel how much she loved him, but hearing her say the sentence out loud made it real; it brought life to the three little words that would title the next chapter of their lives together and solidified how they felt for each other.
Add in her asking him to move in with her, and he was the happiest man on the entire fucking planet.
His throbbing cock was buried to the root inside her, feeling her velvety walls pulsing, burning around him, so wet he could feel her dripping, soaking him in her slick. Sweat had their bodies sticking together, neither giving a single fuck, her face so close he could feel her breathing.
“I love you, too,” he replied. He’d never tire of saying it, planning to tell her every single day for the rest of their lives because she needed to know—she had to be aware of how he felt and that his love for her grew stronger the longer they were together.
Her mouth collided with his in a heated kiss that was over too soon. Unclasping her hands from his, she moved them to his chest, leveraging herself to sit up on top of him. A small noise left his throat as she rolled her hips. His fingers itched to touch her, grabbing her hips before moving over the soft, supple skin of her belly, up to palm the familiar weight of her breasts, her breath hitching when he tweaked her pebbled nipples between his fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he husked.
The shitty hanging light over the dining room table glowed behind her, making her look ethereal, angelic, a goddess above him chasing her bliss. He was enraptured by how she looked with her eyes fluttering closed and lips parted, watching her throat work as she swallowed her moans—thinking she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and she loved him.
She started moving, working herself up and down his dick, her body shivering in pleasure, feeling her cunt squeezing him tightly as she slickly slid along him. She felt so fucking good that it had his breath going shaky, his heart hammering in his chest. The pressure was slowly building at the base of his spine, so turned on by how she was riding him, finding it so fucking sexy watching her take what she needed and using him to feel good.
It was true that he loved getting her off and probably knew her body as well as his own, learning all the little things that turned her on and got her there. He was aware that if he played with her clit, it’d have her coming quickly; teasing her tits enough could get her to finish, too, but he wasn’t the one calling the shots right now; she was in control—she had the power, and he’d do anything she asked.
Her heavy-lidded eyes met his, making his cock twitch.
“Touch me,” she moaned.
Quickly he was pressing his thumb to her clit, rubbing it the way he knew she liked it, his mouth falling open when she clenched around him. Her moans were getting louder, it getting even wetter between her legs, and he knew she was almost there.
He was breathing hard. “You gonna come, Cielito?” he asked. “You gonna let me feel you?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “So close.”
“I know you are, baby.” He pressed a little harder. “Wanna feel you come. Can you do that for me, mi amor? Be my good girl and come for me?”
“Yes, Javi,” she moaned.
Her thighs were quivering, and the way her cunt was beginning to spasm had him feeling dizzy, ignoring the heat growing in his belly.
“Dámelo, mi amor, give it to me. (Give it to me, my love).”
It wasn’t much longer that her body was tensing up, crying out his name as she came, her clenching down hard around him.
“So good to me,” he groaned. “My good girl. Te amo, mi Cielito (I love you, my Cielito).”
He grit his teeth, grabbing onto her ass, and started thrusting up into her to extend her high, grunting as he pistoned. Her moans were stuttered, digging her nails into his chest, and when he came to a stop, needing to catch his breath, she’d left half-moon imprints in his skin.
“I’m gonna marry you one day,” she croaked.
His head came up to look at her.
“What?” he panted.
She had a lazy smile on her lips.
“I’m gonna marry the man I love one day, and that’s you.” She poked him in the chest.
A laugh escaped him at how adorably fucked out of her mind she looked, groaning as he moved to sit up, an arm around her back to keep her on him, spreading his legs with her in his lap.
They were face to face now, him smiling.
Leaning in, he nudged his nose against hers. “You’re gonna marry me one day, huh?” he asked.
She slid the fingers of one hand into the hair at the back of his head, pressing the other to his cheek.
“Oh, yeah. You’re my dream man; you check off all of my boxes.”
Her thighs were on either side of his hips, his hands gripping her ass, helping her to start moving on him, pressing a soft kiss to her chin.
“What’s on the list?” he asked against her skin, moving to peck one side of her mouth, then the other.
“He’s gotta be loyal.”
“I am,” he replied, kissing her jaw.
She was sinking down his hard cock slowly, canting her hips to get a better angle.
“He’s gotta love me.”
“I do.” A peck to her cheek.
She listed the items, rising up on her knees and falling back down, Javier responding, kissing anywhere he could reach that wasn’t her lips.
“Considerate.”
“I try.” One over her pulse point.
“Affectionate.”
“Always.” A kiss to the tip of her nose.
There wasn’t any rush, her rocking in his lap, sliding along his length smoothly, her inner walls massaging him.
“Romantic.”
“I am,” he said, pecking the side of her mouth again.
“Fun.”
His lips paused, her continuing to slowly ride him.
“Maybe?”
“You are.”
“I am.” He smiled, kissing her other cheek.
“Easy going.”
“I try.” A press of his lips under her jaw.
“Gives me his pickles.”
That had his head coming up to meet her eyes, his eyebrow quirked.
“My dick?” he asked.
She gave him a look, slowing to a grind, her arousal wetting his lap.
“I said ‘pickles,’ not ‘pickle,’ Javier. Literal pickles.” A smirk pulled up on her face. “But, yeah, your dick, too.”
He chuckled, finally kissing her mouth.
“You can have both,” he murmured into her lips.
She held onto his shoulders as she started moving faster, his mouth falling open in a moan, her all warm and wet, fucking herself on his cock. The knot was tightening in his belly, their eyes locked on each other, groaning when she nipped at his bottom lip.
He could feel himself getting closer, her slowing down, grinding on him as they lazily kissed before pressing their foreheads together. They stared into each other’s glazed-over eyes while they shared breaths, him helping her move with his grip on her ass.
There wasn’t any other place he’d rather be than right here, with the woman he loved, who he knew without a doubt he was going to marry one day.
She picked up in pace again, sweat beading on her forehead, his lap wet from her slick, letting her control the speed and intensity. Javier was happily at her mercy, feeling their connection of the love they shared, taking their time, and being in the moment—zero pressure, just doing what felt good and enjoying one another. They found themselves kissing when the need became too high, wanting to feel the other’s mouth—quick kisses or drawn-out ones, biting lips, and tangling tongues.
He knew he’d come soon, could feel it building inside him, but wanting to stay like this for as long as possible.
Through panting breaths, she asked, “What’s on your dream girl list?”
He was so fucking lost with her fucking him that he answered in a weak voice, “What?”
“Your dream girl. What’s on your list?”
There was only one answer that was coming through his pleasure-addled brain.
“You,” he gasped.
She grinned.
“I love you,” she said.
He was quick to reply, “I love you, too.” Kissing her until it got sloppy, breaking apart when she started riding him fast and hard, Javier’s eyes squeezing shut, whimpering, his body trembling with the tension winding tighter inside him—he was so close, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.
His eyes went wide when she clenched around him on a downstroke, her continuing to do it.
“Oh, fuck,” he whined.
A knowing smirk was on her lips.
“You gonna come for me, Javi, baby?” she panted.
She was doing it on purpose, riding him hard and tightening up to squeeze his dick over and over, trying to fucking finish him.
He smacked her ass, making her laugh.
“You’re—” he gulped, it hard to speak when it felt like he was going to explode “—you’re playing fucking dirty.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His insides were burning up, the pressure getting to the point that he was done for. It was over—his cock thickening, falling over the edge with a guttural moan, her sitting flush against him as he came, gushing so deep inside her he’d be in her for days.
Euphoria had his mind going blank and body lax, her pulling his head into her tits, cushioning him on the pillowy softness as he came down.
He was in heaven.
Both literally and figuratively.
Your fingers rubbed through Javi’s sweat-soaked hair, his face pressed into your bosom.
His shoulders started shaking before you felt his hot breaths and heard his muffled laughter.
“What’s so funny, Chuckles?” you asked.
He said something into your chest, unable to make out the words.
“Gonna need you to get out of the boobies.”
Lifting his head, he looked beyond amused, him trying to hold back his laughs.
“You’re my Cielito,” he said.
“Yes…”
“My little heaven.” Air left his nose in a snort, having to compose himself. “I’m literally inside heaven.” His breath sputtered, his eyes crinkling at the edges as a short burst of laughter sounded from him, ending in his body silently quaking, smiling from ear to ear. You couldn’t keep a straight face, joining in the merriment.
“You’re so fucking dumb,” you laughed, playfully slapping his shoulder.
His arms pulled you in for a hug, shoving your face in his neck, the two of you working out the giggles in your system, bodies shaking against each other.
It took a minute for him to calm down, finally saying, “But you love me.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, his hands rubbing along your bare back.
“I do.” Moving your head to look into his eyes. “I love you very much.”
His chocolate brown eyes were shining brightly, giving you a dimpled grin.
“I love you, too, Cielito.” He kissed you sweetly, pulling back to hold your face, as he said, “Mi vida estaría vacía sin ti (My life would be empty without you). Te amo más que a nada y soy feliz de compartir de mi vida contigo a mi lado (I love you more than anything and I’m happy to share my life with you by my side). Eres el amor de mi vida y mi media naranja (You are the love of my life and my soulmate). Te amo, mi Cielito (I love you, my Cielito).” Your eyes were watering, holding the tears at bay, his lips pressing against yours in a tender kiss that had you sighing happily. Breaking it, he asked, “Do you need me to translate?”
“No.” You shook your head. “I got it, and you can’t just say exceptionally romantic things after post sex giggles to make me cry.” You were so fucking happy, it was taking everything in you to keep from crying. “It’s rude.”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. He kissed you, saying into your lips, “I’m gonna keep doing it, because I love you, Cielito—mi amor (my love).”
“I love you, too, Javi.”
“My back is gonna be fucked,” he said between kisses.
“I really fucking love you, too.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
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((The movie ain't even out yet but here I am-))
B O W S E R
• The big bad turtle monster falls in love easily. When he first laid eyes on you, he knows you're the one for him. His one true love.
• Bowser doesn't have a type, he generally goes for anyone whoever he deems a perfect partner for him.
• Does NOT take "no" for an answer from you. If you try to resist or ignore his advances, he will forcefully take you as his. Stealing you away in the middle of the night on a flying ship. Luckily, two Italians lend a hand to help set you free.
• If you agree to advancements like his gifts and terrible cheesey poetry, Bowser will be head over heels for you even more than he was before. Someone FINALLY loves him back! Oh great joy! Bowser might just not destroy another kingdom for a while ;)
• Bowser will take you on extravagant and expensive dates. He'll take you to dinner, an amusement park, a museum, anything! Your wish is his command. Bowser only wants to make you happy. The dates always have to be perfect. Always. If something goes wrong, say the waiter forgets your drink or someone accidentally bumps into you, Bowser will flip his lid. He'll start shouting that to the person that they're ruining his date. You have to hold him back from hurting the poor bystander.
• You're the only one who can calm him down. If Bowser is having a temper tantrum or a fit, you have to comfort him before he destroys the whole castle. He quickly lightens up whenever you're around. Dropping one of his poor servants and going to you like Bowser is your lap dog. The best way to calm Bowser is to let him lay his head in your lap as he grumbles about what's been bothering him. Usually, something about the koopa troopas or the Mario brothers.
• Wants LOADS of kids. TONS. Bowser had always desired a big family when he was younger. So, be prepared for a bunch of little ones keeping you up at night or having to separate fights. Ah, but you'll love them regardless.
• No question asked, he is the big spoon in bed.
• Bowser will sing for you during one of your many romantic dates. He did a whole concert for you at one point! And he'll do it again. If you're into music too, Bowser is going to want you to sing and preform with him. You can't say no to him, he'll beg you too.
• Depending on who you are as a person, Bowser might become better or worse. If you're good, he'll try to do good things for you. Like stop invading other kingdoms and learn to control his temper. It'll be a drastic change from who he originally was. Bowser would do it because he loves you very much. Heck, he might even apologize to the Mario brothers and peach but don't get your hopes up now. If you're bad, mamma mia, you're essentially encouraging his behavior. Bowser will destroy an entire civilization to make you happy! Steal goods and jewels, giving it to you as a present. He'd create a new galaxy and make you it's queen/king! You two are the worst villian couple known to exist.
• Bowser loves showing off for you. Whether it's proving his strength or how tough he is, Bowser wants to make sure that you know your "hot boyfriend" isn't scared of anybody.
• has the koopas build you a custom throne right next to his throne. He wants you to be with him at all times and he thinks it would make for a great birthday present.
• Bowser's partner only gets the best clothing, food, and jewelry throughout all the kingdoms. Feeling peckish for something sweet? His bakers will make you five layered cake of your favorite flavor. Perhaps wanting a new outfit? Bowser purchases the entire goddamn mall so you can have a shopping spree. Maybe feeling a bit cold? He's got you covered, just wrap your arms around him and you'll warm up soon enough. Bowser doesn't mind at all. He'll work in some new plans or arrangements while you hold him tightly.
• Kamek didn't like you at first but eventually grew to. As long as you make Bowser happy, he's happy.
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listen. i am slighlty obsessed with mamma mia— which means i adore abba's songs. so just yesterday i decided to listen to the songs from the movie.
and, because i'm in a huge harry potter brain rot, guess what: amanda seyfried and dominic cooper's duets could so easily be you, reader, and the weasley twins singing with you, because they know just how much you love listening to abba.
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so yes, to the point where you, fred and george know every single line. and on karaoke nights? the twins know by heart when it's their turn to sing.
i feel like fred is the most enthusiastic about it. lay all your love on me gets more tension between you, staring into each other's eyes, feeling every line:
no, fred wasn't a jealous man at all when he met you! but yes, every man fred sees now is a potential threat, trying to take you away from him — usually, he lifts you up on his arms, looking around with a serious look, as if to watch out of his best-friend-slash-love-of-his-life thieves.
george is possessive! which isn't nice. he uses his fingers to pretend that he was holding a cigarette, blowing air like a smoker would, because now he has another obsession, a bigger vice: you!
now all of this isn't true. now everything is you— and this is when both twins make their way to you, crowding, surrounding you, leaving nowhere to run.
all that the cheeky twins have learned as overturn: so they beg of you, george kneeling on the floor, fred pointing at his bleeding heart, making you laugh everytime.
you get to sing the other part of the song freely, with even more enthusiasm as them, knowing every low and high of the song, and the twins can't help but smile everytime you are this happy.
on the chorus, though? the three of you are screaming, yelling your lungs out.
unironically, i feel like at least one of the twins finds out they're in love with you here. fred, probably because he feels the song too strongly, feeling selfish of you, wishing all of your love to be layed on him— george, on the other hand, realizes how insanely in love he is for you. how (healthily. he hopes.) obsessed he is for you, and all of the moments you spend together.
however, one of us gets a playful yet theatrical vibe, exchanging smiles and dramatic expressions, as if you and them really had just argued. as if you're a couple on the verge of breaking up, as if you were rotting on bed, wishing to be on george's arms or listening to fred's schemes— at the burrow, a place that feels like a second home to you, because it's where fred and george are on their most domestic displays.
once the music starts, the three of you get a neck ache, snapping your heads to stare at each other, grabbing any cylindrical object to be your microphone.
you have enough seconds to change your goofy, enthusiastic smiles into sorrowful expressions, frowning as if this was a painful truth to be sang.
you sing. you point at them, accusing them of breaking your heart— everytime, george looks at you, offended that you think he'd do such a thing! fred, on the other hand, nods as if he was accepting his fault.
they sing together the lyrics, fred finishing with ''waiting for a call...'', looking at you a little too lovingly— secretly, fred hexed a box with all of your letters, which he reads during vacations and holidays that you're far from him, dearly missed by him. every morning does fred weasley wake up in hopes that mixed with arthur's work letters, harry's letters to ron and ginny's friends giftcards, there's something written by you to him.
they sing together a few more words, because this time, it's george who finishes the chorus by himself: ''wishing he had never left at all...''; a feeling he remembers all too well, every single time he has to leave your company to go to his own classes, classes that you don't share due to belonging to different houses. that little heartache, of seeing you turn your back and leave, after waving him goodbye— you live in different houses, sometimes too far for him to chase your company in the middle of the night, or to straight up tell you something stupid he just remembered.
deep down, everytime this song is so passionately sang by the three of you, the twins wish to never get to feel exactly as the song proposes. the feeling of things getting so bad, that one of you has to leave.
being the most patient and more of the "good" twin of the duo, george is hopeful that being on no-speaking-terms wouldn't happen, and if it did, only lasts a few hours. george is hoping that you and him are such a good match, a match made in heaven and hell, never fight this hard.
however fred, the "bad", 10% more devilish of the duo, fears that his impulsive words might hurt you so much one day, that he'll be laying on his bed and wishing to be with you instead, knowing he messed up.
at first, the twins frowned at your music taste. sometimes abba's songs are frequent on dorms' parties, fred too focused on dancing and jumping amongst the other students' enthusiasm. george, however, is a little more observant of the others' fun, watching his friends dance and other boys trying to make a move on the girls they fancy— which means, watching is baby brother ron trying to get a dance with hermione.
it gets them a little effort to like abba as much as you do. george is the first to learn the lyrics, making an effort for you and to sing a long on car drives. fred struggles at first, but gets surprised when his voice naturally sings along.
when did he learn the full song? the full album, even? he accuses you of bewitching him.
( truthfully, fred becomes a bit of a bigger fan of abba than george, now that he gets to dramatically and theatrically sing the songs with you. )
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pretending that you're a little younger and flirting with him on does your mother know?, or you singing it out of spite when the twins mess up, when you just know that they will, sooner than later, listen to molly weasley's wrath for what they did.
all brotherly and stupidly supportive, being the one who remembers to sing chiquitita of all songs, fred starts the famous ''chiquitita tell me what's wrong...'' when you're sad about a low grade or crying— yes, this makes george wheeze his voice out everytime even though he tries so much to take your problems seriously.
waterloo is a song you feel... personally. because everytime you are defeated— fred and george won the war: convincing you to join their schemes, silly pranks, and future plans. the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself: you, fred and george at the crime scene once again. you promise to love fred and george forevermore— fred teases that you couldn't escape even if you wanted to (mf is tall, has long legs and is capable of running FAST after you); george, on the other hand, assures that he knows, fred knows, you know that your fate is to be with them.
going to detention, fred opens his arms to you, and soon george gets what his (slightly) older twin is about to scream: "can't you hear me? SOS!"; when you're gone, though they try, how can they carry on? detention is a little more bearable when you're caught red-handed with them, and so, you, fred and george have a date later at evening, to clean the great hall or other part of hogwarts. "and the love you gave me, nothing else can save me, SOS!" is a lyric you know all too well, because if you decide to be a little more sarcastic, slightly cold to them, george wraps your shoulders with his arm and tilts his head to look at you and sing it to you, meanwhile, fred shows up in front of you with a forearm on his forehead. a true damsel in distress, now that he sees the little sassy monster he and george created.
super trouper is a core memory to you, the twins, and dear ginny weasley, once again crying because of her first unrequited love on harry potter. something only you know, because you and ginny wouldn't want poor harry to suffer too much with fred and george's pranks. this time, each of your hands pull one twin to the side, then you point at ginny, who's a little more calm after crying her eyes out, and sing the first part of the song. fred thinks it's a good idea, honestly, since you always laugh at chiquitita, and for a second george seems to regret this friendship. because, are you serious? but then, when ginny smiles and accepts your invitation to join the spectacle, george decides that super trouper is a favorite of his— specially because he and fred know that somewhere in the crowd, you'll be there. and they'll be there when you arrive. always. forever, if fate allows them.
on valentine's day, george is the one to start this whole abba epidemy you're having. take a chance on me starts shyly with george, because you haven't received any letters or chocolates despite your popularity (which is cough more of fred and george's fault cough after effective threats on any funny little guy who fancies you). fred laughs incredulously, because as bad with seriously sweet words as he is, he doesn't believe that is identical twin is starting this conversation with an abba song. but of fucking course. and if you're wondering, yes, it did work. you took a chance on them.
voulez-vous is sang by you, the twins, and everyone else at the hufflepuff's party, when the team wins against slytherin. it's then that fred, if he wasn't an official fan of abba, admits that you have a good taste— because it's easily one of the funniest and enjoyful moments of the party: if there were students outside the dance floor, with voulez-vous, everyone is standing up and crowding hufflepuff's common room. layers of circles of students move to the left, the layer behind to the right, and so on. the whole time you're singing to fred and george, and when it's time to your students' circle to move again, fred gets on your left so george stands on your right, making sure that the enthusiasm of other students don't push you to the ground, or hurt you unintentionally. even when they're having the most fun, fred makes sure you're in the middle of them— for the first time, being the slightest responsible twin.
and yet, when you're being the kindest soul to help the weasley twins decorating their shop, money money money is the mandatory song to attract good business, good luck, and good clients for them. it'll be a rich man's (men) world indeed, when weasley's wizard wheezes starts getting so famous, that fred and george promptly have a jar of savings— money to be spent with you, on you, for you. to spoil their best-friend-slash-love-of-their-lives.
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should i make a series?
#mamma mia#abba#fred weasley#george weasley#weasley twins#scenario#headcanons#fluff#fred weasley x reader#george weasley x reader#weasley twins x reader#fred weasley x you#george weasley x you#weasley twins x you#weasley twins scenario#the burrow#ginny weasley#weasley family#weasley twins platonic#weasley twins fluff#harry potter#fred weasley x y/n#george weasley x y/n#weasley twins x y/n
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𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
↳ kuroo tetsuro being the nerd he is, had the audacity to give you butterflies this late in the evening.
character: kuroo tetsuro (haikyuu!!)
genre: fluff
note: <...) is a message from kuroo while (...> is a message from you^^ text in italic are your thoughts
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"Will I really be able to finish this tonight?" You thought to yourself as you glanced over at your list of assignments, projects, and whatnot. "Well, it isn’t even 10:30 yet. I could push through with this. It’s the chemistry ones left anyway." That was your attempt to stay optimistic given your current situation.
Minutes passed, and you continued to work through your school tasks for the night. After a while, you paused. Again. "Geez, it feels like these are never-ending." You scanned around your desk until your eyes landed on your phone resting beside you. "Hm. Taking a break wouldn’t hurt now, would it?" With that, you grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and immediately opened a social media app.
It was most likely that you didn’t notice that time passed by so quickly. You only figured that out once you glanced at the top of your phone screen, where the time was displayed. "Huh," you blinked. "IT’S 11 ALREADY?" You turned off the phone and placed it back on your desk. You blame the phone. You blame the personality tests that begged to be answered. You blamed the teasers for a new anime movie that was going to premiere; your blaming was cut off by your phone screen lighting up with a message notification. You looked over to examine whose contact was on the notification. You were surprised, to say the least.
tetsuro !! <wyd?)
(assignments. why?> sent 11:06pm
tetsuro !! <assignments huh)
tetsuro !! <says the one who posted their "which spongebob character are you" test results just 5 minutes ago)
You scoffed and laughed. "Am I really amused just by that? Well, I wouldn’t complain;” For the first time tonight, you answered your own question.
You ended up debating with yourself about whether or not you should show that you were entertained by him. In between your thoughts, a notification appeared on your screen again.
tetsuro !! <you take way too long to reply sometimes, y’know?)
tetsuro !! <and here I was about to offer help with your homework, you lazy butt)
(I’m not lazy, for your information> sent 11:12
tetsuro !! <yeah yeah, u're really hardworking, I know)
Why exactly did that make you smile? God, you could imagine Kuroo’s smirk through the phone. You wish you could just slap it off of him. Despite that, though, you accepted his offer to lend you a hand with your tasks, and so he facetimed you and fulfilled his promise. All the while, sometimes in between, the both of you told each other about your day and shared a few laughs. The two of you finished up a little after 11:50 and ended the call.
(hey, thanks sm again!!> sent 11:56
tetsuro !! <you’re welcome, it’s no problem. Anything for you;) )
“;)” You smiled. Again. But before you could reply, three dots appeared at the bottom left of your screen. He was typing.
tetsuro !! <alright, well it’s really late now lmao)
tetsuro !! <I’ll message you again tomorrow morning before we get to school)
tetsuro !! <gn:) )
Reading the messages, your heart skipped a beat. But before you get carried away with your thoughts again, you typed a reply.
(mkayy, goodnightt!! See u tomorrow:)> sent 12:00
Placing your phone back on the desk, you close your eyes in thought. "How will I be able to get some shut-eye straight away when my heart can’t calm down?" That was another question you didn’t answer. “Damn rooster head” You ended up dozing off quickly anyway.
You never thought you’d feel the most joy at midnight. You really do learn new things every day.
☁︎ were the timestamps on purpose and meant to do something? honestly idek either
☁︎ this was first written in filipino (wondering if I could post that ver. since I actually like that one more than this one) I fr just translated it to english for tumblr BWAGAHAHSBA
#☁︎; [ drabbles ]#I first wrote this without a character in mind but nearing the end I just felt like I had to do kuroo with it#kuroo#kuroo tetsuro#kuroo x reader#kuroo drabble#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu drabble
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You considered what happened at the tower as her shutting him down? Even with all that, Miles isn't phased and that reassurance from Miles brings a smile to her face and she affectionately leans on him
Honestly? That's a good point, because there is merit to this part of the conversation as well.
As always, I think we need to examine the context from the bit that happened before, because the set up really speaks a lot of about the rest of the experience.
So let's start with this interaction of Miles and Gwen, because the first time I saw it hit me hard.
This situation hit me because by knowing Gwen's background, you can understand exactly where is coming, and it makes it hurt even more.
Miles is conflicted about his secret identity, specially with his parents, who are understandably pissed off (I may do an analysis on that, is not ghostflower, but I think there is some stuff worth pointing out.) And let me be clear here, I do think Rio and Jeff should know, I think while they could freak out, it can work out.
But honestly Gwen's reaction is so natural having her said anything else would be weird.
We don't know how long has been since she saw her dad, but considering she confirmed months, and how her hair as grew since the beginning scene to this moment, it has indeed been awhile. And I don't fault for refusing to come back even after all this time.
Her dad tried to point a gun at her, even after she took her mask away; after everything she has been through, after begging him to listen, there is no words to describe how much that must had hurt. How this society, with all the spiders they have, with Jessica Drew, Hobie and Miguel, still cannot fix that.
So is natural that she quickly tells no to Miles, she doesn't want to him to live that, and she may not know them, but she never thought her dad would truly be afraid of her and look at what happened. I can't blame her for it.
What caught my attention, however, was what she did next.
She decides to sit upside down.
Now, you probably had hear before that a lot of things there is a second meaning behind certain shots in movies. In animation that goes even harder considering how you need to work things from scratch, and as wonderful as it is the shot of Gwen going upside down, I think they were going for something more than beauty.
By Gwen doing something like this, is going to somewhere a regular person could never go, what a regular person couldn't attempt to do without risking their life.
I think this choice is very deliberately because at this point, being spiderwoman is all she has.
She needed to leave the life of Gwen Stacy when she left that night, her school life, her old band mates (who in the comics are her friends and we can see saying hello in the flash back of the dance), her dad, is all gone.
Yes she is learning so much, she is happy to have Jessica as her mentor, she really things she is doing something good here. But I also thing she is clinging to this all the harder because she doesn't have much else in her life.
Yes she is happy with Hobie as her friend and plays in his dimension, but you can see that isn't enough. We can see proof of this later.
This also means getting away from Miles' sight, almost like hiding, and yet not far enough he cannot come to get her.
Maybe I am getting a bit too sentimental here, but this is a good example of the rest of the scene, push and pull, she thinking they can't, but wanting so much to do so.
I am not sure how much Miles meant that, since I think he still looks conflicted earlier. Regardless, something that I like about this, is that he listens to her.
He knows Gwen is in a very painful position, and while he has good reasons to believe his parents are different, he doesn't try to fight it. And more than that, I think he actually takes into consideration her words and tries to see it in a different light. A softer one.
I had seen some people say Miles is the sunshine of the relationship while Gwen is gloom and doom, and while I still think that is oversimplifying their situation too much, this moment shows a bit of that, and also, another reason why Gwen likes talking to him.
I really like this detail, I think Miles being able to make a situation less grim is something that I think Gwen feels is like Miles place in her life, to make things that used to hurt her (being spiderwoman, since she liked it but it has made such damage to her life,) actually made her happy again.
Also, look at the space between them; I think this shows even more than Miles is conscious of the type of pain Gwen was when she decided to climb here, and he gets back to her, but gives her space just in case.
Of course Miles cannot help but boost himself, though you can see that he is trying to make it sound almost like a joke. I wonder if his uncle would be proud at his attempts of being smooth, because while not perfect hey, they are working for Gwen.
Because regardless if she thinks is a good joke or not, she did laugh.
And I think after Gwen having her cool for most of the time, seeing Miles get a bit more confident is sweet, and also some progress showing that he has indeed feeling surer of himself.
I think Gwen knows she is kind of encouraging him to continue.
I like to point out that Gwen looks back him while saying this, almost like indicating that hey, we are still talking dummy, you don't need to stay back.
Back again, Gwen wants her distance, wants to use the mantle spiderwoman and the powers that come with them to not face the rest of the world; but she also makes sure that Miles can get to her still.
Miles obviously, doesn't know Gwen's feelings, and I don't think he realized how much her time with him has meant for her; and in this scene shows.
Including how he asks again, if she really means it.
And decides to get closer to her when she repeats it.
Once more, maybe is me looking for things where there aren't any, but I think is a nice touch that Miles gives Gwen his space, and she still reminds her she is here for him, and is all he needs to close some of the distance between each other.
It's funny, at first I thought I didn't have anything to say about this particular exchange, except that now that I see it in slow-motion and after analyzing the other scenes, it does feel that it carries more meaning.
Because in this scene, Gwen attributes that part of the reason she likes to talk to him, is because there isn't a lot of people they can talk about being super heroes, and Miles agrees.
Which if you think about it, it has a point, the reason why they met, and also got along so well, was for being spiders. We can see it in the bus, of how Gwen is having fun talking with Miles and actually wanting to preserve that moment with him.
Yet, that isn't the entire story, now is isn't?
Man I wish I could get the entire clip, there is so many little things. The looks Miles gives to Gwen, how Gwen tries to not look at her but she continues smiling and briefly looking at his direction.
But it does bring an important point, that is not the entire reason they get along so well.
Gwen had the opportunity to met other spider people, including teens. Peni is in the society, Pavitr, Margo, Hobie, a lot of Peters- unlike Miles, who has been on his own for this year and few months, Gwen had the chance to met other spider people, to get other friendships with people who understood.
And yet she is still here, having this conversation, claiming how is different with him.
Even after having so many possibilities to met other people, to have other people to talk about this, she still wanted Miles.
Just like us, he caught onto that; and we know why he is asking, he knows why he is asking, and Gwen probably too.
The conversation is still pretty light in tone, Miles is throwing away a piece of debris that he picked from his suit (huh wonder if he was just taking dirt out because he nervously was picking his suit,) Gwen is still smiling. We all knows what they are truly hinting here, but no one is saying it.
Sure hun.
But seriously, I do wonder if Gwen is also thinking about that. Like I doubt she isn't aware of her feelings for Miles, she certainly is aware of his, and the way they interact is layered by their crush in every interaction.
What I am curious of, if she wonders why is Miles the person she is still thinking about, how not a band was enough, how the spider society isn't enough, that she is still here having this conversation even when knowing she should be doing a mission.
This last panel certainly makes me think in that direction, that she is still wondering, what Miles has that she can't get out of her mind.
Gwen is still thinking, trying to get the words, but Miles seems pretty sure of his choice.
And I think she likes her explanation too.
Miles says that they are the same in the important ways, and what Gwen says next almost seems to make it believe she agrees.
Because her next words are a confession, or as close as we get in this conversation full of metaphors and second meanings.
Sorry, I try to not go crazy with so many images, but I think every frame is important here.
First the subtle happiness of Miles hearing that, of knowing what it must mean if Gwen is telling this to him, here and now.
How she looks back at her, almost like he needs to confirm what he heard, and when he realizes she is still looking at the horizon, he looks down at their hands.
And he tries to get closer.
Once again, slowly, letting the chance to go away; as always, Miles tries to respect Gwen's space and let her dictate the tone.
And she doesn't miss in what he is trying to do.
AAAAAND I realized I got to the maximun number of images on a post (oops.)
Sorry anon for basically not answering your question, but I got too deep into this ramble for me to delete some of it now.
PART 2
#ghostflower#gwiles#gwen stacy#miles morales#atsv spoilers#across the spiderverse spoilers#spiderman#spiderwoman#across the spiderverse#atvs#SO SORRY#I knew it was getting long but not THIS LONG#ghostflower files
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re your tags "the way taylor views and approaches love is way different than mine" "so in general a lot of her songs don't strike me as super romantic"
promise im not trying to start discourse or anything, im just very curious for you to elaborate on that because i find it fascinating. how exactly do you see the way taylor approaches love, and how is it different from the way you do? and can you elaborate on why you don't find her songs romantic in light of that?
the reason im curious is because ive always felt that some of her songs describing situations i think she finds very romantic, always give me mild ick (namely "the other side of the door," i find the idea of begging for someone back who cheated on you and admitting you "need them" kinda icky, but i think she finds it romantic in a way), so its interesting to me your tags kinda echoed that feeling and im curious for you to elaborate
you dont have to answer if you dont want though
well tldr you know how i am a ~touch grass~ nondramatic blogger? i am that way in my relationships too fjkadsl. and i don't think it's a hot take to say taylor isn't like that. she wants to be a lil melodramatic and romantic and passionate and out of control--she described wanting that (and thinking love should make you go crazy) for a long time. and i like passion and intimacy but i do NOT like feeling out of control and the times i allowed it were bad for me.
BUT!!! the really great thing about taylor's view of love is that we have seen it evolve and grow over time. she's addressed a lot of these things herself, because she's tried to unlearn a lot of behaviors that were hurting her! the archer, and much of lover in particular, is so stunning (to me) for that reason--she goes through her mentality of wanting conflict, going for the jugular, running away when things got hard or scary, icing out her partner, and basically begs him to help her through it. she said in so many ways, "don't let me let you go because i am my own worst enemy and i want to learn to be a good partner, not someone who cuts and runs." ie, she learned that cruelty works in movies, but life isn't a movie, life is about support and having healthy conflict so you can grow together. significantly different from "if this was a movie, you'd be here by now." i think she's been really clear about putting the work in and i love that and i will acknowledge that forever because it is hard to change, and she doesn't get enough credit for it within the fandom.
and this is completely normal/expected when you look at the maturity and growth of a high schooler to a 33-year-old woman. you live and you learn! it's really fascinating to see taylor do that in front of us, and i feel lucky she shares that with us.
but in general think taylor is also really driven by proving people wrong, and romanticizes her struggles more than i do--it is what makes her such a hard worker and beautiful artist and so growth-oriented. i'm not like that at all LMAO. like, i grow but i am just... different in my approach. and that's neither good nor bad for either of us.
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Hello! I’m whimsicalwordsmith53 AKA @call-me-izzy-10
For now I’ve been on a writer’s block stump since February. But that has changed thanks to @freaky-frankhie/@clowny-frankhie and their Disney Villain Reverse Isekai (thanks, I learned a new word with a new meaning. Usually I would call it “Jumanji’d) Since (he/she/they???) are working on Part 3, I decided to make my own Part 4, it’s not canon to her AU so it doesn’t count, but I thought it would be interesting to add some additional information of ideas depending on how Part 3 is written just to keep the plot going. So hope you guys enjoy.
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You slowly wake up to your senses as you turned off the blaring morning alarm on your phone. What a night. You didn’t get much sleep after having a “movie marathon” of watching ALL TWELVE MOVIES with the villains yesterday.
(With ChatGPT’s help, it’s an estimate of 16.92 hours.)
You weren’t sure how contemplated they were from now knowing the truth that their lives were scripted with no say about their existence being destined for failure by their nemesis’s hands. And that they’ll be nothing more than villains doomed for failure in an endless repeat.
And now the responsibility of them was now unintentionally handed to you to take care of the villains until somehow you are able to return them back from where they came from.
In all honesty, you didn’t like the idea of doing this alone. Even with the twelve of them being adults responsible for their own actions, chaos constantly follows wherever they go. Intentionally or not, hell will break loose between them somehow in some way in some form. And you were, without a doubt, mostly afraid that if you stepped outside of the house for a slight second, they unleashed their full chaos and destroy the house in blazing fire.
Or leave the house to cause chaos somewhere else. And you can’t chain them down to keep them from leaving because they don’t take “no” for an answer.
But thankfully last night, you made sure that all electronic doors are and regular doors were locked to keep them from escaping. You just hope that none of them attempted to escape last night and broke something trying to leave.
Immediately you get up from just thinking that. Quickly surveying the house for any damage that could have been done and being quiet as possible. You saw none of them awake yet and hoped that they were still in their rooms. You then sigh in relief and checked on the time on your phone that you took with you: 8:53 AM.
Tongue in cheek, you hesitated to call anyone you knew about this. You were worried about any of your friend’s (or family) reactions towards your situation and may try to exploit the villains for their own gain. You didn’t want them to be harmed by the villains or fan the flames to their own chaos.
As you looked through your contacts, you remembered you told one of your friends about the inherited mansion and that your boss’s death is how you received it. And you remembered their response very well:
“If he died in his home, would that make it a Haunted Mansion?” She laughs in amusement. “One soul down and 998 left to go!”
You couldn’t help but smile at that memory. With your finger hovered over her name, you dialed the number hoping that she will understand and not be mad or upset you’re putting her into your problem. Granted, you feel guilty, but who else would you trust for something like this? So far she’s the only one that knows of the Mansion and you knew damn well she’s too lazy to gossip nor has the heart to do it. If she has told people, without a doubt, you would have been receiving spam phone calls about your old colleagues begging for money.
You hear the phone ring as the receiver is near your ear. You pace in the kitchen as you cross your arms in worry. Then the phone picks up.
“Hello, Y/N,” she answers with a groggy tone through the phone. She’s not a morning person and you do feel bad for calling her this early in the morning. “Why are you calling me this early?”
“Hey Izzy,” you nervously chuckled. “I was hoping you could come to the mansion later. I need to ask you a favor from you when you get here.”
“Does it require burying a body?” She asked. Her voice still sounded like she was waking up that you couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm or not.
‘No, but you might end up burying mine.’ You thought to yourself. “No, it’s not that. Something… something happened last night. In the Mansion. I accidentally caused an incident here and now I need help.” You were so hesitant from telling her.
“You promise you didn’t kill anyone?” She asks. “You’re not in trouble with any loan sharks or the IRS?”
“Absolutely not for either,” you continued, rubbing your forehead with your free hand. “Just please come to the mansion as soon as possible. I prefer to tell you when you get here.”
“Alright,” she says, now sounding worried. “I hope you’re doing okay.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay until you get here,” you tell her, hopefully.
“Alright, I’ll see you soon,” she says and hangs up. You sigh in relief but was still stressed out. As you turn to make your leave to start getting dressed before making breakfast.
The doctor stood in the entryway with a look of… concern? Resentment? Distrust? You couldn’t tell because you immediately jumped from just seeing him standing there, you weren’t expecting any one of them flocking to you so soon this early in the morning.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Dr. Facilier says somewhat politely. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you were calling somebody. You’re not planning on leaving us so soon are you?”
You shook your head in response. When it comes to the villains, you have to tell them the truth like it or not. Because the majority of them could sense a half baked lie if they heard one. Telling the truth is the only way to keep yourself alive and unharmed from them. They expect it from you and you have to give them what they want.
“No, I was calling a friend for help,” you admitted to the doctor. “I don’t think this is something I can handle alone.”
(To Be Continued…?)
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DUN-DUN-DUN!!! That’s it for now, I don’t know when @freaky-frankhie/@clowny-frankhie is gonna post Part 3. But I’m not gonna make a full Part 4 until I see what’s next in her AU. Frankhie, if you ever find this and read it, thank you for blessing Tumblr with your Disney Villain AU, you have gotten me out of my writer’s block stump and I can’t wait to see what you offer more to the table. Take your time and I hope you’re having a good day. 😘
(@freaky-frankhie @clowny-frankhie)
#the Disney villains might have ripped their protagonist apart but they brought US together 💕#i love that tag so much#disney#disney villain#disney villains#disney x reader#disney villain x reader#disney villains x reader#disney villains imagine#disney maleficent#self insert#Reverse Isekai Disney Villains AU#RIDV AU#disney villains hyperfixation
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Dude I need a hardcore yandere Namor x reader!
Where your Riri’s friend and specialize in chemistry and biology so you know how to make different materials for her and even make money off the side with selling your stuff to the government. And Namor definitely wants to kill you like the scientist but after finally seeing you in person has a change of heart, his mind convincing him it’ll be a waste on someone so intelligent to die, especially someone so beautiful- Namor then rizzes you up enough to manipulate you into staying with him after the war
(Extra points for tension and possessive)
love your work please drink more water 💧❤️❤️❤️
Hi!! Thank you for the request and I’m really really glad you like my work, thank you for supporting me <33 I will try my best with this ask, as I usually don’t write hardcore Yandere, so if it’s not what you expect I’m sorry, but I am a soft girl at heart and Namor is my bby girl <33
Warnings: GN! Reader, Yandere, Violence, manipulation, kidnapping, Namor is dark but not darker than he is in the movie, isolation, punishments, murder, not proofread.
-You were kidnapped along with Shuri and Riri, knocked unconscious by Namora and taken to Talokan.
-Namor takes an almost immediate interest in you, wanting to talk to you and learn more about you. At first, he tries to excuse it as trying to get closer to the enemy, even though he doesn’t treat Riri the same way, but later learns to accept that he thinks that you’re beautiful.
-He accepts the fact that you're a genius, your inventions and experiments are like none other, and it intrigues him. Talokan could use someone like you, it would be a waste to kill you.
-The more time he spends with you, the more infatuated he becomes. Everything about you is perfect, from your brain to the way you act to the way you look, he needs you as his own.
-You plead with him to let Riri and Shuri go, but never beg for your own freedom, and Namor respects how selfless you are.
-Nakia soon comes to rescue the three of you, but as Namor started keeping you in his private hut, she was unable to take you back to the surface.
-You told yourself that they would come back for you, that they were just planning their next move, but days turned into weeks, and nobody ever came.
-Namor took pity on you, he hated seeing such a beautiful person be ruined by the surface dwellers, but he knew that he could use this to his advantage.
-One day, he sat down beside you, taking your face into his hands, and very firmly, yet gently, told you words that you'll never forget.
-"They're not coming for you, my love."
-He 'takes care' of the Wakandans soon after. (Interpret that as you will, if Wakanda and Talokan become allies he convinces them that you're in Talokan willingly, you're too afraid to say differently.)
-Life with Namor isn't spent as a captive, if you can overlook not being allowed to leave Talokan, he treats you like royalty (which you are, he has already made you the other ruler of Talokan through marriage). His touches are soft, and he feeds you only the freshest of fruits.
-Namor has a temper, there is no denying that, many poor servants have been subject to his yelling and wrath after disrespecting him or you.
-Despite this, he never lays a finger on you.
-Punishments? He doesn't like hurting you, his little scientist, but he knows that if he doesn't teach you, you'll stray away.
-He isolates you. You have been down in Talokan for god knows how long, with Namor being your only interaction, as much as you hate to admit it, it's nice having someone to keep you sane. Namor knows this, and uses it to his advantage. Whenever you act up or break one of his rules, he'll ignore you until you're begging for him to look at you again.
-He also makes you watch as he guts some innocent who 'wronged' you in his eyes. Sometimes it's an act of love ('look at what I would do for you!'), other times it's a punishment ('this is what happens to people you get too close to, it's your fault, stay by my side and nobody will have to suffer')
-You'll never see the surface again, he knows that the government will just come after you, he must keep you here to protect you and his kingdom. He's doing this for you!
-If you ever try to escape, god help you.
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I NEEDA SEE A TIGHNARI OR SCARAMOUCHE COLLEGE AU IM BEGGING like late night roommate talks
college au | tighnari x reader
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a/n: i started writing this literally during a round of debate. also, after said debate, i saw the finest debater in my district and swooned so bad i almost fainted. anyways take this and my limited knowledge of college.
tags: omg they were roommates-to-lovers, sharing a bed, domestic fluff
warnings; brief alcohol mention (none consumed)
tighnari was your first friend in at sumeru university.
in one of your gen-ed writing classes, he happened to sit next to you, right in the middle of the lecture hall
after a few awkward “do you have a pencil i can borrow” and “i was sick do you have the notes” encounter, you formally interacted after being assigned in a group project
tighnari, you learn, is a major in biology with a concentration in plant sciences.
blunt and quick-witted, he is a no-nonsense busy body. after being labeled group leader, he was quick to assign roles and pore over his own work.
eventually, you exchanged phone numbers to study together. the study sessions together slowly became a habit, and at least once a week you meet with him
and from your study sessions bloomed a friendship. study sessions went from being in the library to in local cafes to in one another’s dorm rooms. soon enough, you and tighnari were as thick as thieves.
tighnari is nicer than he lets on, and he shows that he cares in less forward ways.
sometimes, he drops by your dorm to reprimand you for not getting all three meals with a healthy dish.
other times, he’ll call you at an ungodly hour, saying “you idiot, i can see your dorm light on, go to bed!”
and at other times, he says nothing at all, simply highlighting where you’re wrong when doing your gen-ed math work.
after freshman year, when he asks you to move into an apartment off-campus, you instantly say yes
tighnari proves to be a delightful roommate, and you balance one another out. if you make dinner, he’ll wash the dishes. if you’re going grocery shopping, he’ll do the budgeting and make a list of what you need. if you wake up before your alarm and make coffee, he’ll make both of your beds.
after a while, you realize that tighnari is more than delightful to you; he’s lovable in a way that best friends shouldn’t think about one another.
naturally, you do what anyone with a crush on their roommate would do: avoid the issue completely by distracting yourself. dinner together stops. your movie nights on friday are put to a halt. as soon as you get home, you go into your room and work.
tighnari’s well aware something is wrong when you get a single text that says: “hey, if something is wrong, talk to me, okay?”
but as you look at the desk, you can only sigh and turn back to your work. archons, how you talk to tighnari when the problem was your childish crush on him?!
it’s three AM.
you’re well aware it’s past your bedtime. in the morning, you’ll be cursing yourself for not getting more sleep. but right now, you could care less. spending less time from the apartment was an escape from having to worry about whether your crush on your roommate, your best friend, is obvious.
as you shove the key into its hole, you let out a long sigh. after a long night out, your head feels delirious with a need for sleep. you spent most of the night at a house party, brooding about tighnari, in the corner. you felt terrible that you couldn’t truly enjoy your other friends and their company.
opening the door, you took off your shoes before looking up. instead of the darkness of the hallway, you noticed that a faint, warm glow of light illuminating at the end of it. walking forward, you rubbed your eyes as you entered the common area. there, tighnari’s back was to you. he was curled up on the couch with the reading lamp on. the book was propped up on his knee, with pictures of flowers native to sumeru on it.
his ears twitched lightly when you stopped in surprise. “i never took you as a party person,” he said aloud, not bothering to look around. “that’s the only reason you’re coming home so late, right?”
“tighnari? what are you doing awake?” you questioned. “it’s late at night.”
“i wanted to make sure to be up when you came home,” he explained, flipping another page. “i wanted to make sure you were safe.”
a heat rushed to your cheeks. “that’s...that’s sweet, tighnari,” you murmured. straightening out, you cleared your throat. “you don’t need to stay up any longer. i’m home, and you can go to bed now.”
with a quick fluttering of paper, the book shut tightly. “you pulled an all-nighter last night, and now you’re coming home at three in the morning. let’s get you to bed.”
ushering you to your room, he sat you down promptly at the chair by your desk. as he went through your pajama drawer, he asked, “did you drink any alcohol?”
“no, i didn’t.”
“good. i would have had to contact the university administration if you did,” he lightly chuckled. returning to you, he handed you a change of clothes. quickly, he turned around and placed his hands over his eyes. “please get changed. it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your formal wear.”
after you changed and tossed your dirty clothes in the hamper, he turned back around. tighnari escorted you to bed, sitting you down. as he began pulling the covers over you, he noticed you shiver. “you’re cold,” he observed. quickly, he pulled off his hoodie.
“oh, no, you don’t need to--” you tried to argue back in your sleep-addled state. he responded by shoving the hoodie over your head and getting your arms through the sleeves. it smelled just like him; fresh with light floral scents and fresh herbs.
afterwards, he pulled the blankets over your body. he tucked an extra pillow under your head. after deeming you comfortable enough, he turned around and flicked the light off. as his hand was on the doorknob, you called out to him. “thank you, tighnari,” you whispered, voice barely audible.
he turned around, light green highlights in his hair turning harlequin with the light from outside the room. a smile crossed his face, shaking his head. “it was nothing. you’re welcome. y/n,” he said. “in the morning, i’ll order brunch for us. you want extra syrup for your pancakes, right?”
“yes, please,” you nodded. after a beat, you shifted slightly. quietly, you asked your roommate, “um, could you come over here really quick?”
he obeyed, standing by your bedside. you paused, trying to rationalize what you were about to do. if it all went wrong, you could blame everything on your sleepiness. deciding you had nothing to lose, you looked up to his emerald green eyes.
“do you mind sleeping next to me tonight?” you requested. “it’s just because...well, these last few weeks--”
he cut you off, simply nodding. “of course i can. i noticed that something was up with you these last few weeks. you don’t have to say anything more.”
sidling next to you, he tucked himself under your covers. he curled up, legs close to his chest. his warmth radiated next to you, as he was only an inch away from your face. “good night, y/n,” he murmured, eyes already closed. “i hope you sleep well.”
you returned the sentiment after a moment, letting out a little breath. “good night. sleep well.”
silence occupied the air as the two of you laid in bed. you wondered why tighnari was so willing to get in bed with you. you almost entertained the thought that he might like you back, but you shook away the thought. after all, there was no use to building false hope. there was no harm in not letting tighnari not know about your little crush.
still, you knew you would have to tell him eventually, whether it be next week or next year. looking over at him, his eyes were shut peacefully, and his chest rose and fell in even intervals. you decided that there was no harm in practicing confessing your love to him.
“tighnari?” you murmured. he didn’t react, continuing to sleep steadily. swallowing, you spoke up a little louder. “thank you. i love you.”
as you shut your eyes, you failed to notice his blush, or the smile on his face, or the way his ears twitched in delight.
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The First Day of Doomsday
I'm holding my copy of How to Train Your Dragon, the book that started it all. So many wonderful moments, from Hiccup and Fishlegs opening their baskets and finding the most extraordinarily small dragon whom they would come to love as Toothless. To Hiccup, such a small boy, only 10 at this point, I believe, and standing against a dragon the size of a mountain.
I must admit, I do believe this is the book I remember the least about. It really is just about training your dragon, or more accurately, begging your dragon to please do as you asked.
But even after all these years, I remember so vividly the scene where Hiccup and Old Winkley have a conversation sitting on a log together. Old Winkley is smoking and grandfather and grandson look out over the village and at the waters towards the horizon.
Even rereading it, it's exactly as I remember it.
What stood out to me in this scene was that Hiccup is complaining about all that makes him different, and, in his eyes, makes him less than his peers and everyone else in the tribe. His dragon is the smallest, he's the smallest. He doesn't have Snotlout's strong personality. And I was expecting Old Wrinkly, simply because of his age, to tell Hiccup something along the lines of "You'll grow into it."
But no, that's not what he said. He tells his grandson that these differences, where they aren't useful, are inconsequential, and where they are useful, are hugely vital to not only his survival but also the entire tribe's. Hiccup's imagination, how clever he is, how willing he is to try new things. This is what Hiccup needs to rely on and also what the tribe has been desperately needing for years, though they do not know it.
Cressida once said in an interview that Hiccup would be quite a good leader if only everyone else would let him be one. And that begins in this scene right here, because he's exactly what they need.
And to a younger version of me, a teenager who also felt she had her own things that put her at a disadvantage, what a thing it was to be able to think that hey, maybe my differences, where they aren't useful, are inconsequential. And maybe, where they are useful, are vital. Something to lean on, something to cling to, something to value.
I feel the first movie also does a fantastic job of relaying this message. That the focus shouldn't be on changing your differences so you fit in, it should be on making them work. And if you don't fit in even after doing your best at that, maybe the problem isn't you. It's the tribe.
"The point is, I just don't see how I am ever going to become a Hero," said Hiccup gloomily. "I am the least Heroic boy in the whole Hooligan Tribe."
"Oh, pshaw, this ridiculous Tribe," fumed Old Wrinkley. "Okay, so you are not what we call a born Hero. You're not big and tough and charismatic like Snotlout. But you're just going to have to work at it. You're going to have to learn how to be a Hero the Hard Way."
And the implication that the Hard Way is worth it. It's worth going through the trouble of finding your place in this world and figuring out what it is that you offer.
That's what I remember best on this first day of Doomsday.
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