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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Tie Me Up Like I’m Surprised

Sex Escapades With Agent Peña

(Javi Peña x f!reader NSFW)

A/N: thank you to the lovely anon who sent in a request for Javi to tie you up with his tie. This one is for you, babe <3

Summary: Your boyfriend Agent Peña invites you as his +1 to a cocktail party at the U.S Embassy in Colombia. You can’t get enough of the way your boyfriend looks in that tie.

~word count: 4.2k~

Warnings:established relationship, smut with no plot, semi public sex, office sex, Javi is the dom in this one, reader is 100% sub, consent consent consent, slight power dynamic (if you squint) teasing, edging, some degradation, nicknames, huge fucking praise kink, cream pie, cum eating, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v, pussy play, cock warming, mentions of smoking and drinking. Once again, this is straight up filth/porn and is NSFW. Do not open this around your boss, or coworkers please. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

Tuyo by Rodrigo Amarante

needy by Ariana Grande

Dress by Taylor Swift

Pussy is God by King Princess

You never had said yes so fast in your entire life when your boyfriend Javi asked you to be his +1 at the U.S Embassy cocktail party. The only two people that knew that you and agent Peña were dating were Steve and Connie. They both did a pretty damn good job of keeping yours and Javi’s relationship on the down low. Excitement flooded through your system at the thought of attending this event with you around Javi’s arm. His arm candy. God, the other receptionists were going to be fuming. Almost every woman in the office had a crush on agent Peña. You had nothing to worry about of course. He was all yours, and vice versa.

You had just finished clipping your earrings in when Javi knocked on your apartment door. “It’s open Jav!”

He pushed the door open then when he got a first long look at you and his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. “Are you ready cariño—holy shit.”

You were wearing a sinfully red cocktail dress. The length was work appropriate, but still flirty. The bodice was tight and hugged your curves beautifully. Just enough cleavage was peeking out for it to show your wild side while still appearing classy, professional. The hem of the dress fell at your mid knee and there was a small slit going up the side of the fabric. You paired the dress with nude, strappy heels that had just a touch of shimmer on the fabric.

“Eres tan hermosa. ¿Te has puesto esto para mí?” (you are so beautiful. Did you wear this for me?) Javi rasped as he strode into your apartment. He wasted no time to back you up into the nearest surface he could find, which happened to be your kitchen countertop. “You’re so fucking beautiful querida. You’re killing me in this fucking dress, baby.” He grasped onto your hips, burying his face between the sliver of skin visible between your breasts. He licked a sinful stripe with his tongue—

“Jav! Baby, we can’t! We’re gonna be late and you know how Murphy gets!” You threaded your fingers through the back of his hair with a giggle.

“Don’t care. He and Connie can wait five more minutes for us.” He drew his face from between your breasts and despite the fact that he knew you’d get upset at him for messing up your lipstick, he kissed you anyway.

“JAV!” You slapped his bicep playfully as you pushed him away.

“I’m sorry, cariño. You just look too damn kissable right now.” He chuckled and swiped his thumb over his lips, wiping off the residue of your lipstick from them.

“Yeah, and now your lips are cherry red Javi.” You shook your head with a grin as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him away from you playfully.

“Just means I get to carry your kisses on me all fucking night querida.”

Just when you were about to respond to his vulgarity, Steve had honked the horn from where he was parked on the street below.

“C’mon agent Peña, I need a dirty martini stat if I’m going to make it through this event.”

“You and your dirty martinis.” He chuckled, bringing his hand to your lower back as he nudged you towards the front door of your apartment. The hot, humid Colombian air was already causing the fabric of your dress to stick to your skin and you wondered how your boyfriend wasn’t dying in the tailored suit he was wearing.

He held the door open of Murphy’s car for you, letting you climb in first. He may or may not have given you ass a little pinch before he climbed in after you, pulling the door shut.

“Took you both long enough.” Steve grumbled from the driver's seat. “Was about to leave your ass here, Peña.”

Javi was already reaching into his suit pocket, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter as he placed it between his lips. “Sorry, Murphy. Had to ogle at my lady real quick.” He rolled the window down, reaching over you to roll yours down as well before he lit the tip of the cigarette.

“Oh, I’m sure you did just that.”

Javi looked over at you as he took a long drag from the cigarette and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in your direction as he brought his arm around the back of your seat, resting his fingertips along your exposed shoulder. “It’s not everyday I get to see her in a beautiful dress like this.” He shot you a wink.

At the event, in one of the U.S Embassy’s many large conference rooms, Javi was quick to head to the open bar for your dirty martini with extra Olives. He returned to your side and handed you the glass, his fingertips brushing yours as you watched him closely. The rim of the glass was perched against your lips as you took a sip. Christ, he looked so fucking good.

Much to your disappointment, your boyfriend was pulled away to engage in mindless office chatter. However, despite the distance between you, his eyes always found yours in the room.

You were specifically watching the way his hands would move to adjust his tie. The tendons in his hands would flex under contact as he placed his hand on his hip while his elbow rested alongside one of the high tables. You could tell by the expression on his face, that he was bored of the conversation he was un-actively participating in.

Your glass was nearly empty as you swirled the remaining contents around mindlessly. You caught his attention simply by pushing your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck in the most casual fashion. Your legs crossed over one another, heels glistening in the lighting as your fingers delicately held the stem of the toothpick. You wrapped your lips around one of the olives on the toothpick and sucked it into your mouth.

You heard the scraping of Javi’s chair before you caught sight of him approaching you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing cariño?” He hissed, leaning down over you as you gazed up at him innocently, lashes fluttering.

“Eating these olives and trying to get your attention. Think it worked?” Your lips curved up into a cherry red stained grin.

“Oh, it worked alright. C’mon.” He grasped your wrist in his warm palm, pulling you up from your seat. He didn’t care if anyone was watching the two of you at this point. He knew that people would gossip regardless.

“Jav what are you—”

“Shh. Just follow me. Don’t ask silly questions querida.” He tsked under his breath as he released his grip around your wrist and let his hand rest at your lower back.

Soon the two of you were outside the conference room. The echo of your heels clacking along the smooth tile could be heard, followed by Javi’s heavier footsteps behind you. After turning down a hallway, you knew exactly where he was taking you. Straight to his office.

He was quick to open the door and nudge you inside before he pulled it shut and locked it behind him. He reached under the back of his suit jacket, pulled out his gun and placed it along his desk with his badge next to it. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night, cariño. I was looking for a perfectly good excuse to depart from the conversation I was having. You gave me just the excuse I needed.”

He had you backed into his desk with zero hesitation. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you because you look so fucking good tonight Jav. Not sure why, but that tie is doing things to me.”

“My tie, sweet girl? What about it?” He was already effortlessly slipping off his suit jacket, tossing it down alongside where you sat upon the edge of his desk. When he moved his hands up to loosen the tie around his neck, you reached up to stop him.

“No no. Let me do it.” Your hands were around his, ceasing his movements as the fabric slipped between your fingers.

Javi was dipping his head down, nudging his nose against yours before he was closing the gap and capturing your lips between his. “What do you like so much about my tie, cariño? Don’t be shy.” He mumbled into your lips while his hand ghosted around the outside of your thigh as he hiked it up around his hip, causing your back to lay flat across his desk. You could hear papers and pens clinking to the ground from the movement but Javi didn’t seem to care.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways you could tie me up with it.” You breathed out against his lips, tasting the warm whiskey on his tongue wrapped deliciously in faint cigarette smoke. You were quick to grasp the buttons of his shirt, popping them open so his glistening tan chest was exposed.

“Jesus fucking Christ. That’s what you have been thinking about? You’re so unbelievably filthy baby. So filthy for me.” He mumbled against your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting out a deep exhale as he gripped onto your thigh tightly.

Your fingers skated across the exposed skin on his chest greedily as you kissed him deeper, your tongues actively exploring one another’s mouths. Your kisses with Javi were never short of filthy. You loved the way he completely took over your lips with his. “Yes, Jav. Please tie me up baby and have your way with me.” You scraped your nails down his chest, eliciting a groan from the cavern of his throat.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, cariño.” His lips detached from yours. They were smeared with your cherry red lipstick and swollen with your kisses. He didn’t waste another second before he slipped his tie from around his neck as he leaned down over you. “I could blindfold you. Or gag that pretty mouth of yours. Hmm..” he pondered while he stood between your legs. He couldn’t help but let his hand that was gripping the outside of your thigh, dip inwards before his thumb was brushing lightly across your clothed clit. He could feel the wetness pooling through the fabric as he let out a deep chuckle. “This turning you on already querida? Your pretty little pussy has soaked through your panties.” He hummed as he applied a bit of pressure to your covered clit.

Your body lurched forward from his touch alone as you took your lower lip between your teeth. Your thighs instinctively spread open for him as he cupped your aching cunt with his warm palm. “Fuck, Jav. Please. I can’t handle your teasing tonight.”

“No? Oh, my sweet girl. You want me that bad, huh? Oh my poor poor greedy little baby.” He stroked his thumb across your clit once more. “Be a doll and grab the box of smokes from my jacket cariño.” He rasped.

You nearly cursed under your breath from how fast you were reaching for his suit jacket and pulling the box of cigarettes and lighter from the internal pocket. You placed the cigarette between his lips, holding in your soft moans as he continued to play with your clit. Your fingers shakily lit the cigarette for him as he took a drag, blowing the smoke off to the side. “Arms behind your back sweetheart. Be a good girl while I play with your pussy, okay? Just want to hear those pretty little sounds from you cariño. Want to make sure that you’re nice and ready for my cock.”

You tossed the box of cigarettes and lighter down onto his suit jacket before bringing your arms behind your back as he requested. “I’m always ready for your cock Jav.”

“I know my sweet girl. You’re always so good for me.” He kept the cigarette pursed between his lips as he removed his thumb from your clit and reached around you. You felt the smooth fabric of his tie wrapping around your wrists as he tied them together in a bow. “Now, if only I had some proper rope to tie you up completely. I think this will do for now. How’s it feel? Not too tight?”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to wiggle your wrists but they wouldn’t budge. “No, not too tight baby. Just enough that I can’t move them.” Your lips were held in a pout as you looked up at him.

“Perfect. I love seeing you like this cariño. Always looking so pretty for me.” He brushed his thumb across your lower lip, dragging it down slightly. “You want my cock now, pretty girl? Ask nicely.”

“Please, Javi. Can I please have your cock now?” You breathed out, feeling the ache between your thighs continue to pulse.

“Of course you can, baby. It’s all yours.”

With his cigarette still expertly pursed between his lips, he quickly undid the button of his dress pants and pulled the zipper down and freed his cock from the restraints. He loved the way that your eyes would widen slightly every time you saw his cock. It’s like you were amazed by the length and girth of him, no matter how many times you had seen it.

You watched the way it slapped up against his stomach, the ridged head was leaking with precum and you were nearly salivating at the sight. “Can I taste you, please Jav?”

“You want to suck my cock baby?”

“Please.”

Your lips were already parted open, eagerly waiting for him. He brushed his tip across your lipstick stained lips as your warm, inviting mouth wrapped around him. Your tongue swirled around the ridged head, tasting his salty precum. You watched with an innocent look, your mouth filled with his cock as Javi’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Fuck cariño. You’re going to fucking kill me with that pretty little mouth of yours.” The tip of the cigarette dipped down slightly between his lips as his hand found purchase on around your face. His thumb was gently stroking your cheekbone as you hollowed your cheeks out to take more of him in. “Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful, mouth full of my cock. You love this don’t you cariño? Look at you, filthy girl.” He hissed under his breath when the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat.

You gagged around him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes as you looked up at him. Each time you bobbed your head, Javi could feel himself stretching out the soft, fleshy interior of your cheeks against his thumb.

More praises began to fall from his lips as you continued to suck him off greedily. Javi was in complete bliss, having you beneath him like this, mouth filled with his cock. He couldn’t wait to fill you to the fucking brim.

He reached down, tapping his cigarette out before he slipped out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ before you could speak, his lips were on yours kissing you deeply as he could taste himself on your tongue. “If you would have kept that up, I would have been cumming down that pretty little throat.” His hand was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back slightly as he nipped at your lower lip. “Wrap your leg around my waist, cariño and prop your other foot up on my desk.”

He brought his other hand around your lower back, propping you up gently so you wouldn’t fall back. Your leg found purchase around his hip while you propped your heel clad foot against the side of his desk. His tip was firmly pressed against your clothed clit, eliciting a moan from both of you. He dropped his hand that was firmly grasped around your throat, to between your legs. His fingers pulled your thin panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.

He dragged his tip across your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal before he slowly sunk himself inside of you. He loved the way your pussy immediately gripped around him. Your walls were wet, warm, and inviting and he could stay buried inside of you forever. He felt your heel digging into him from where it was wrapped around his waist. “So fucking tight cariño. Taking my cock so well. Fucking love the way your pretty little pussy grips around me.” He jutted his hips forward, knocking you into his desk as your lips parted open.

“Fuck me, Jav.”

“That’s the plan querida.” He chuckled as he rutted his hips into you again. At this angle, with your thighs spread wide, you could feel him everywhere inside of you. Your head fell back slightly as a moan slipped out as he fucked into you.

Javi’s hand was still firmly wrapped around your lower back, keeping you steady as his other hand gripped onto the edge of the desk for support. More things were being knocked over from how hard he was fucking you. He could see your tits bounce under the fabric of your dress with each heavy thrust.

He silenced your sweet moans with his lips where his teeth clashed against yours in a heated, desperate kiss. He drank in your sweet sounds, praising you against your swollen lips as you clenched and pulsed around his thick cock. “That’s it baby. So good for me. Always such a good girl. You wanna cum my sweet girl? Not until I say” he mumbled into your lips.

In one swift movement, he had slipped out of you and carefully flipped you over on his desk so you were bent over the side of it, your wrists bound behind your back with his tie. You were at his complete and utter mercy now.

Javi had given his cock a few quick tugs as he crouched down, and dragged his tongue across your soaked pussy a few times getting a proper taste. Your thighs quivered when you felt his tongue flatten against your clit. “Javi. Fuck. Please! D—don’t tease me you asshole.” You mewled.

“Shh. Don’t worry, my sweet girl. You’ll get my cock again in just a second.” He hummed against you, flicking his tongue a few times before he stood up. You felt his hands harshly yank your hips back against him. “You gotta learn some patience, cariño. Enjoy the moment.” His hand had harshly made contact with your left ass cheek. His open palm stung the soft skin as your body lurched forward. He leaned down over you, soothing the red skin with a kiss before he bit down causing you to let out a surprised yelp.

“Jav..” you warned.

“Be a good girl for me, cariño. Don’t make me tell you again.” His lips dragged from your ass up your spine and between your shoulder blades. His broad frame completely enveloped around you as he slowly slipped back inside of you. He was less gentle this time as he rammed into you, over and over again. The hem of your dress was bunched up over your hips as you cried out his name.

He let his hand dip under you, flattening across your stomach before dipping down between your legs where his fingers furiously began to rub at your already swollen clit. The building orgasm in the pit of your stomach had your ass arching into him, meeting his thrusts half way as you gyrated your hips back into him. “That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock, just like that cariño. Look at you being a filthy little whore for me. Getting yourself off on my cock.” He flicked your clit faster, edging you to your crashing release.

“Javi—javi! Please, baby. Please let me cum!” You were nearly sobbing at this point as he continued to relentlessly pound into you.

His eyes were locked on where your bodies were connected. With each thrust of his hips, and glide of his cock, he could see you gripping him, coating his cock in your arousal. “You wanna cum, my sweet girl? C’mon cariño. I know you’re so fucking close baby. Cum around my cock. I want you to complete fucking coat me. You think you can do that for me baby?”

You replied with a strangle moan, mixed in with his name as you clenched around him.

“Ahh. That’s it. There she is, there’s my pretty fucking girl. That’s it baby. I got you.” He listened to your sweet sounds of ecstasy fill his office space and his greedy ears. His fingers continued to work your clit as you hit your orgasm with a deafening crescendo.

“Wh—where can I cum cariño? I don’t want to ruin this pretty dress of yours—”

“Inside of me Javi.”

“Are you—”

“Yes. Just fucking do it.” Your walls were still clenching around him. “I’m on the pill, and we’re both clean.”

As soon as he had your full consent to cum inside of you, nothing was stopping him as he grunted out your name. Sinking his nails into your hip as he spurted his hot ropes of cum into your pussy. You felt him coat your walls entirely as he collapsed against you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he stayed buried deep inside of you. His cock twitched a few times before it softened but he didn’t have the strength to move yet. “Fuck Me.” He whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck.

Yours and his cum was dripping out of your pussy and around his softened cock. You both were catching your breath as the post sex high set in. Javi slowly propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at where he was still buried deep inside your pussy before he gently untied your wrists. “How was that baby? You feeling good?” He softly spoke as he tossed his tie over his suit jacket.

“Absolutely turned my fucking brain to mush, Jav.” You looked over your shoulder at your proud grinning boyfriend. “If you’re gonna stay inside of me like this, mind grabbing me a smoke?”

“If you’re alright with it, and of course cariño.” He grabbed a cigarette from the open container on his desk and placed it between your pretty lips before he lit it for you.

“Mmm. Well, you’re in luck because I quite enjoy the way you fill me up baby.” You propped yourself up on your elbow as you wiggled your ass back against him, taking a long drag from the cigarette.

“This is why you’re absolutely going to murder me one of these days. Can’t just go and say that shit to a man baby. You know what it does to me? Not to mention, you look so fucking pretty, cigarette between those lips, my cock still buried inside of you after you’ve been properly fucked. God, you’re so beautiful.”

You let out a soft giggle as you took another drag before plucking the cigarette from your lips and reached back and placed it between his lips.

“Mmm. You should have brought your camera so you could have taken a picture of me like this. Oh well, next time.”

Javi took a long drag, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he slowly slipped out. He used a few tissues from the Kleenex box that was discarded on the floor to gently wipe between your thighs. He gently fixed your panties and pulled your dress back down over your thighs before he tucked himself back into his pants.

“We should probably make ourselves presentable before we head back out there. Hopefully no one has noticed our absence.” He swiped his thumb across your lower lip, leaning down as he gave you a quick peck.

You both quickly tidied up his desk, picking up the discarded papers from the floor and neatly stacking them once more. You both headed to the empty bathrooms, cleaning up your appearance as you did your best to wipe away the smeared lipstick residue from his face.

By this time, Steve and Connie 100% knew that you and Javi were up to no good as you finally made a reappearance. Your boyfriend’s hair was tousled, and his tie was crooked but at least his fly wasn’t down. Your lips were swollen and your dress was a bit crinkled at the bottom. If that wasn’t the dead giveaway, it must have also been the fact that you both had that post sex glow to your faces.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Steve had inquired.

“Wanted to show her something in my office.”

“Are you—did you guys really?”

“We sure did. Anyway, I’m parched. You want another dirty martini cariño?”

“Nah. I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks please.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, giving your waist a light squeeze before him and Steve went to go order another round of drinks.

“Did you guys do it in his office?” Connie asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s written all over your face babe.”

“We did, and it was just as hot as you’re thinking it is.”

“Damn, I’m gonna need to convince Steve to let me visit him after hours sometime.”

You and Connie giggled together as you glanced across the room at agent Peña. He shot you a flirty wink, causing Steve to roll his eyes in annoyance.

Damn you Javier Peña, damn you.

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latinotiktok · 7 months

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Propaganda:

Shrek & Burro

-Shrek - realmente se necesita explicación?

-Shrek, él es completamente un latino que tiene que vivir en gringolandia (sólo tenés que ver la segunda película para entender esto) Además la versión latino es muchísimo mejor que la original o cualquier otra, vos decís una frase de cualquiera de las pelis a otro latino y va a saber que viene de Shrek, en otros lugares no es así. Como nacionalidad no estoy seguro de donde pero latino si o si

-Veo. Nadie mencionó a Burro de Shrek? Nadie??? NADIE??? BURRO DOBLADO POR EUGENIO DERBEZ Y QUE GRACIAS AL MALPARIDO TUVIMOS A OBRA MAESTRA, LA JOYA, EL REGALO A LA HUMANIDAD QUE ES SHREK EN ESPAÑOL????????

-si puedo ofrecer a otro personaje, el burrito de Shrek. siento que le debemos demasiado como cultura como para negarle un puesto. el original podrá ser Eddie Murphy pero el doblaje de Eugenio Derbez todos nos lo sabemos de memoria.

-BURRO DE SHREK NO SE PQ NO LO DIJE ANGMTES EUGENIO DERBEZ TE ODIO PERO QUE GOD

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

#canonize your blorbo as latino tournament #round 2 #polls

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triassictriserratops · 13 days

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pls let us know your faves everlark smut fics 🙏

Hi Anon!

Given that I just did a Post Mockingjay Smut Rec List the other day. (Link here) I'm going to use this opportunity to do a Modern AU smut rec list. (spoiler alert, @katnissdoesnotfollowback WILL feature heavily. Sorry, not sorry.)

(I can also do a Canon Divergent/In Canon AU smut list if anyone is interested in that.)

Maybe Tomorrow by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 5/5

Everlark snowed in, two night stand, duck slippers, Glasses!Peeta. Shower scene. Need I say more?

🧡💚❄🐥

Come On Baby, Light My Fire by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 14/14

Oh my God, they were neighbors! Firefighter!Peeta. Teacher!Katniss. Fireman Charity Calendar. (IT'S FOR CHARITY YOU HEATHENS.) I, uh, I read it for the articles. 👀

💚🧡👨🏻‍🚒👩🏽‍🏫

Librarian!Peeta (SERIES) by Silvercistern (now an orphaned work)

Complete as 3 one-shots

I mean, COME ON. Librarian Peeta (that drives a scooter)???? Structural Welder Katniss???? My bisexual wet dream, honestly.

🧡💚📚🛵👱🏻‍♂️🏗👷🏽‍♀️

A Case of the Honeymoons (SERIES) by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 7/7 AND a one-shot

Murphy's (Smut) Law. Anything that can go dong, will go dong.

💚🧡👰🏽🤵🏼

Unmasked by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 34/34

Not modern but i'll still put it here. Period AU. Masked balls! BOOTS. Hidden identities! Marrying for money! PEETA ON A HORSE. KATNISS ON A HORSE. STABLES?????? HNGGGGGGGG

🧡💚🤵🏼👢🐎

9000 R.P.M. by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 7/7

Literally a drug for me, honestly. Just fuck me up with this. You ever want to just annihilate me? Write more of this in Peeta's POV. Would take me OUT.

Katniss Racecar Driver. Peeta Mechanic. Single Divorced Mother! Dimpled Daddy! JUST KISS YOU FUCKING MORONS, YOU'RE SO IN LOVE, AHHHHHHH.

💚🧡🏎🏁👨🏼‍🔧

Chemistry by @annieoakley1

Complete 3/3

Age Gap! Older Peeta! Younger Katniss (college)! Hot For Teacher! Former high school teacher but EVERYTHING IS LEGAL HERE.

🧡💚👨🏼‍🏫👩🏽‍🎓

Two Night Stand by @absnow

Complete 2/2

LISTEN, LISTEN, I'm a simple woman. Put my two idiots in a space together with snow outside??? I'm SAT.

💚🧡❄🏔

The Flatshare by @absnow

Complete 3/3 (Unless... 👀👀👀?)

Oh My GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES! (Wait...were they??? I mean...kinda????) That post-it note kind of love. the CHOKEHOLD this story had on me!!!!

🧡💚📝🥯🏥

Forbidden by @annieoakley1

Complete one-shot

It's the 50s! Peeta wants Mr. Everdeen's approval. But he also wants Mr. Everdeen's daughter...

💚🧡🚗⛪

Love Is... by @annieoakley1

Complete one-shot (BLESSEDLY LONG AS FUCK ONE-SHOT.)

Everlark as childhood friends. 😭 Peeta becomes an Everdeen. 😭 Mr. Everdeen calls him "son". 😭

🧡💚🧒🏽🧒🏼

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete one-shot

College Besties. Happy Birthday, Peeta.

💚🧡🎂🎁

Spellbound BY @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING 36/?

This story is EVERYTHING to me. I LIVE for it. Witches Katniss and Prim? Ghost Haymitch??? War Vet Peeta remodeling a house??? BISEXUAL PEETA???? (This was actually the BIRTHPLACE of Bisexual Peeta for me. It was fucking REVELATORY.)

🧡💚🧙🏼‍♀️🧙🏽‍♀️👻🍺🎖🦿

Where the Stars Crumble to Life by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING 8/18

FUTURE AU. Everlark in SPACE. (Well, another planet.) Criminal Peeta??? DIVORCED EVERLARK??? SCHRODINGER'S BUTTERCUP.

💚🧡✨🚀🙀❓

Outside Chance (SERIES) by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING (all three stories, main Everlark story is 28/32)

Everlark at the Olympics. Para-snowboarder Peeta. Biathlete Katniss Childhood friends! Teenage Loves! WHAT HAPPENED?!

🧡💚🏂🏻⛷🏔🥇

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tieronecrush · 1 year

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Hello! Love your work! Can I get a Javier Pena story where this song is the inspo: https://m.soundcloud.com/user-265940464-259651895/i-miss-u ? Basically Y/N is upset because she thinks Javi is cheating on her because he’s being distant but he’s actually just really stressed out? Can there be lots of fluff :) thank you btw!

thank you so much for your lovely compliment and for sending in this request!!! javi p is my husband so i loveeee love love writing for him!! hope this lives up to what you imagined!!!

cold hands

javier peña x f!reader

rating: M

word count: 2.3k

summary: your boyfriend javi has been distant for the past few weeks; canceling dates, staying late at work, leaving early in the morning, and….lacking intimacy. you can't help but wonder if something is going on, or someone.

warnings: insecurity, distant relationship, thoughts about infidelity, past infidelity, established relationship, pet names, it's javi so he's obviously going to allude to sexy times, very poor highschool level spanish please educate me

“Hey, baby! You leaving the embassy now?” You ran across your kitchen to pick up the landline on the second ring, abandoning the dinner cooking on the stove in hopes that it was your boyfriend. When his deep voice on the other end confirmed it, a smile crossed your face and was evident in the excitement in your tone.

A slow sigh comes from the other end, your heart immediately sinking in your chest. You knew what was about to come next. It wasn’t the first time this has happened in the past few weeks. It wasn’t even the first time it has happened this week.

“I’m sorry, cielto. I can’t make it tonight, Messina has Murphy and me pursuing a lead that has to happen tonight…”

These phone calls with Javi have become routine at this point. Always when he’s supposed to come and spend the night or is supposed to pick you up to come to his place; he’s canceled dates and has been leaving early in the mornings to go to work when you two do get to spend the night with each other.

Always something along the lines of “Messina ordered us”, “This has to happen tonight”, or “They need us to go to Medellín”. There was one time two weeks ago when all three of those reasons were used in the same sentence.

“It’s alright, Javi. See you tomorrow night, maybe?”

“I will come by right after I get off work tomorrow to pick you up and bring you over to my place. Lo prometo, mi amor. Estaré ahí para ti. (I promise, my love. I will be there for you).”

That is when you can’t take it anymore. The promise breaks your heart because you know he can’t keep it, that he probably won’t keep it. Tears fall down your cheeks as you bite your lip to stay quiet, all of your hard work ruined when you sniffle without thinking about it.

Javi’s heard the noise and knows that you must be crying, the image of you alone and upset breaking his heart. He shifts to turn to lean against his desk, prepared to stand there and comfort you until you feel better.

Except, the next second, Murphy is standing right next to him with an impatient look on his face. He’s tapping his foot and rushing him along with his hands, gesturing to his watch and then to the door.

Javi’s chest constricts as he listens to your soft sniffles crack over the line, another sigh falling from his lips.

That second sigh sounds much more frustrated. He must be annoyed that you’re this upset over him canceling, probably wondering why you can’t understand that this is his job. He can’t just say no and head out for the night, it’s not a regular nine-to-five.

As you open your mouth to apologize to him and deescalate any annoyance from him, his voice muffles in a whisper over the phone.

“I’m sorry, cielto. I gotta go. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay —” is all you can get out before the line cuts dead and the dial tone sounds. You hang the phone on the wall again, freely letting out your cries now that you’re alone again.

It wasn’t always like this. Javi has been an attentive partner since you met him; at first, the two of you casually hooked up, a boot call here or there. But eventually, you or he would stay the night which evolved into making breakfast together before work, and then became the two of you spending nights together simply hanging out with nothing else happening. Finally, after a few months of that, Javi insisted and asked, multiple times, to take you on a “real date, with dinner and drinks or the movies or whatever” (his words). You’d quickly agreed after his ramble, and since that night he asked you for a date, the two of you have been together for just under a year. It’d be closer to a year and a half if you count those months spent hooking up before.

If you had been asked two months ago if the two of you were happy, you would say yes without hesitation. These days, you weren’t so sure that Javi was entirely in it anymore.

He’s been distant, the phone calls and cancellations are major evidence that something is going on. But even when the two of you are together, he falls asleep without so much as a kiss for you, sits on the other end of the couch staring into space while you watch TV, has even jumped away from you touching his shoulder when you stood next to him in your kitchen.

The behavior is all too familiar. You can’t help but connect the dots as you did with your ex — the one you were with for a few years before Javi. He had cheated on you. Avoided you for months by canceling last minute or coming up with excuses about work or family stuff. Didn’t have sex with you, kiss you, or even hold your hand when you were together.

Javi has given you absolutely no reason for you not to trust him. Sure, you’d heard all about his previous reputation from Steve and even from Javi himself, but as far as you know, ever since the two of you had been hooking up, he hasn’t been with anyone else. A devoted, doting boyfriend. Until he became distant.

Insecurity started to fester in the space he created between the two of you. Your past influences your brain to start mulling over if this distance is to make a break up with you easier, or if maybe he’s found someone else, maybe he’s already with that someone else.

The thought seems ludicrous to part of you, but that tiny sliver of doubt is the loudest tonight.

You haven’t talked to him about how these past few weeks have been strange and cold. The thought of saying something, of confronting him, and making it all worse terrifies you. If he isn’t doing anything wrong, if he’s just going through something, you definitely don’t want to give him a reason to break up with you or to think that you don’t trust him.

The way that he whispered to you over the phone before hanging up sticks out in your mind, and it jumps to the conclusion that he must be around someone that he has to keep a secret from, to keep you a secret from.

It’s irrational, but in your current state, you can’t bring yourself out.

Instead, dinner is chucked in the trash, and the rest of your night is spent cycling between sad, broken tears, angry stewing, and insecure spiraling. Eventually, you exhaust yourself with the constant changes of emotions, falling asleep alone.

You eventually fall asleep and wake up to a hand gently shaking your shoulder. Javi stands over you next to your bed dressed in his short-sleeve button-up and jeans that you saw him get dressed in the previous morning.

“Morning, cielito.”

Half awake, the sight of him coming home in yesterday’s clothes makes tears well in your eyes, and his hand suddenly feels cold against your skin. The only reason you think of him standing there in a day-old outfit is that he must have spent the night with someone else.

His brow furrows with concern as he sees your faint tears falling, his hand moving up to pet your hair, the motion nearly comforting you to the point where you want to forget everything that’s happened and take what he’ll give you, even if there might be someone else.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What’s got you so sad, cariño? Did something happen last night?”

You sniffle and shake your head, swiping your tears away and sitting up in bed quickly.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Must’ve been a bad dream.”

Javi sits next to you on the edge of the bed, hand moving to your thigh and circling his thumb on it through the faded quilt covering you.

“Cielito, please tell me. We both know that you don’t sleep as peacefully as you were when you have a nightmare. I want to help you, please tell me.”

You pull the covers further over you, covering your mouth and muffling out, “I don’t wanna…Just gonna make things worse…”

Javi looks at you with a faint smile and a chuckle, shaking his head.

“As adorable as you look, mi amor, I can’t hear you like that,” he reaches over and gently pulls the quilt from your hands, laying it down again. He takes one of your hands that have fallen to your lap, intertwining your fingers, “Can you say that again for me? Please?”

His softness is making more tears well, your eyes trained on your hands as you let out a shaky exhale, voice meek.

“Are you…Do you still wanna be with me?”

Your gaze flicks up to Javi’s face and his thumb stops brushing against your hand. Thick brows knit together, confusion and hurt mixing in his wide eyes.

He opens his mouth to speak once and then twice, finally holding your hand tighter and matching your volume.

“Of course, I do, cariño. Why would you think I don’t want that? Have I done something to make you feel like that?”

“It’s just — You’ve been so distant the past few weeks. Canceling dates, or telling me you can’t come over, or staying late and leaving early for work. I don’t want you to be upset, but it, um, it's made me feel like maybe you wanna break up or maybe…you’ve found someone else. It’s the same thing that my ex did, and I know you’re not him but my brain just can’t shut up about what it all makes me feel or-or think about.”

“Someone else? Mi amor, you are all I want. I love you. Solo seras tu por el resto de mi vida (It will only be you for the rest of my life),” he peels the covers back from your legs and stands, nudging you over to sit on the bed. His forearm muscles flex as he pulls you across his lap, arms circling around your waist and hand running fingertips up and down your spine methodically.

“There’s been shit after shit piling up at work and Murphy’s been on my ass to stay late and come in early to try to get one step ahead of these sicarios. And then yesterday we got a lead from one of our informants that turned out to be a dead end. I’ve just been stressed, I guess. And not handling it well. I'm sorry…It’s not an excuse for neglecting you, but believe me when I say, all I think about is you. There could never be anyone else ‘cause I can’t shut up about you — you can ask Steve if you don’t believe me, but if we aren’t talking about work, I make one mention of you and he rolls his eyes.”

The thought pulls a subtle smile to your face, hand reaching up to wipe your falling tears. Javi gets there before you, his featherlight touch swiping the moisture away from your cheeks.

“You’ve made me soft, cielito. Lost my reputation as big, bad Agent Peña. Now everyone around the office just says your name and I respond a lot quicker.”

That breaks you, making you laugh genuinely and shake your head. A bright grin on your face pulls your cheeks up and glistens the salty water in your eyes, “You’re definitely lying, but it’s a cute story so I will let it slide.”

“I swear to god, I’m not bluffing. Put me in a polygraph, I’ll pass with flying colors.”

“Oh no, I believe the part about you responding faster to my name and being soft. I don’t believe that anyone at work ever thought of you as ‘big, bad Agent Peña’.”

Your smile slides into an impish grin, Javi’s mouth dropping open and eyes widening in offense. It doesn’t last for long, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth up as he listens to you laugh at his expense. Affection floods his eyes and he looks at you tenderly, leaning in to press a sweet but supple kiss to your lips. His wide smile is still evident on his face when he pulls away, his sincere tone resonating in your chest.

“I missed you, cielto. I miss you every damn day when I go to work and have to come home alone…” his eyes flash with an idea, a definitive request following, “Move in with me. Solves the problem of you needing a new place and I can come home to my beautiful girlfriend every night. What do you say, mi amor?”

“I say, you better be a good roommate.”

Javier wiggles his eyebrows as he leans for a kiss, words coated in his signature charm, “I definitely will be. Gonna be the best you ever had, in more ways than one. Don’t think our neighbors are gonna like us, though. Voy a tenerte gritando mi nombre todas las noches (I’m going to have you screaming my name every night).”

The phrase takes a second to translate in your head, mouth falling open in a gasp and a playful smack hitting his shoulder.

“Don’t make the neighbors hate me!”

A smug grin crosses his face as he moves to lay you down on the bed, crawling over you between your spread legs.“I think you’ll be saying something much different after the first night you’re living with me, mi amor. Estarás rogando por más (You’ll be begging for more).”

Your eyes start to roll and Javi presses his lips to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. He lifts his head away from you, adoration in his eyes.

"Te amo, mi cielito. Seré tuyo para siempre si me tienes (I love you, my heaven. I'll be yours forever if you'll have me)."

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Ex!Joe Part Two: Brighton Beach - Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @plaidbooks @misscharlielulu @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @magic-multicolored-miracle @rosaliedepp @cycat4077 @crazy4chickennuggets @cixrosie @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @mysoulisasunflower @legit9thlunaticwarrior @mydarkestsecretlol @the-adzukibean @@the-person-in-the-circle @wooshwastaken @kiwiithecrazybird @justreblogginfics @anime-weeb-4-life @hey-dw @alwaysachorusgirl @julieelliewrites @telepathay @weiwei0210 @nessamc @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @kmc1989

Part One: Left Behind

Joe’s forgotten how beautiful the Russian language can be, how the syllables ebb and flow, how your dialect can soften even the harshest of words as they leave your mouth. He remembers nights in bed, where the two of you had exchanged phrases in Spanish, Russian and English.

I love you; you had taught him. я тебя люблю

You mean the world to me; he had taught you. Para mi significas el mundo.

He’s retained scraps of phrases over the years but the main thing he recalls is the sentiment. The look in your eyes as your fingers brushed the hair at the nape of his neck and you whispered them against his lips.

You meant every single word back then.

Your tone is soothing as you translate between him and Sonya Solovyov. A mixture of reassurance and strength as you guide her through the questions with as much care as you can. He sees the weight of it bearing down on your shoulders as she details the ten hours she spent in the company of her rapist.

Joe hates the fact you have to hear this. You’re no stranger to violence and hate but sex crimes comes with it’s own caveats. He notices the way your fingers twitch when Sonya starts to break down. He understands the compulsion to reach out, to want to comfort someone while their describing the most horrific thing that has ever happened to them.

It’s your training that prevents you from doing that. Instead, you clasp your hands together, the knuckles practically turning white as you lower your head so you can meet Sonya’s gaze.

When it’s over, you remain seated as Joe escorts Sonya from the interrogation room. You stare at the chair that she occupied, reliving the interview over and over again in your head. You see the injuries on her face and neck, the restraint marks on her wrists, you see her broken spirit and her torn soul.

“How many more?” You ask when he returns.

“Another two today.” He tells you, his shoulder coming to rest against the wall as he studies you. “You’ve got time for a break.”

You nod, your gaze still fixed on the chair before you push yourself away from the metal table and leave the room without sparing him a second glance. He knows you’re shutting down, that the statement he’s just taken from Sonya has unnerved you. This job isn’t for the faint hearted, he thinks what you heard today in this room is going to haunt you for nights to come. It’ll haunt him, he’ll think about it as he lays in bed tonight staring at the ceiling.

He finds you on the roof, smoking a cigarette as you look out across the skyline of the city. Nobody’s allowed up here, not really, but a couple of months ago someone disabled the alarm on the fire door so that they could sneak out for a smoke. He thinks it was Murphy, the last time he visited the precinct.

“I don’t understand how you do this day in and day out.” You tell him as he comes to stand beside you. You take a drag before holding out the cigarette towards him, he takes it from you and puts it between his lips, letting the smoke fill up his lungs before he exhales.

“It’s not easy.” He admits, watching the smoke evaporate into the air. “But it’s better than what I was doing before.”

You both know he’s talking about the undercover work, about the nights he lost himself in another man’s identity, the days that he became one of them.

“You prefer this?” You ask him, gesturing at the building before he hands the cigarette back to you.

There’s an intimacy to sharing a smoke. It’s like kissing in a way, his lips touching the same space as yours. It’s an echo of the past, when the two of you used to stand outside the bar in your neighbourhood, sharing a Marlborough before Joe would lean in and kiss you, the smoke bleeding out of your mouth and into his.

“I know who I am with this.” He tells you with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyebrows furrowing as he surveys the view in front of him. “I know who the bad guys are.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had before, a long time ago now. How you lose fragments of yourself when you become someone else, you take on their traits, their mannerisms, their thoughts and ideals. You start to understand what drives people into that life, the poverty, the depravation, you see how you were just one bad decision away from becoming the same thing you’re trying to denounce.

It could have been me, he’d told you one night, his head in his hands as he sat on the couch. You don’t understand how close that was to being me.

“We can get someone else.” Joe says into the space between you, his elbows coming to rest upon the handrail. “If this is too much.”

You turn your head to look at him, for a second your eyes lock and you feel like you’re back there in that moment, the one before he went away again. You see the agony in those green eyes of his, because this, being here with you, it’s hurting him. You can’t seem to stop doing that, no matter what you try there’s no right course of action. You leave you hurt him; you return you hurt him.

All you want to do is get through the rest of the day so you can return to your lonely little apartment and pretend that none of this had never happened. That you aren’t still in love with a man that hates you, that you didn’t walk out the door because you couldn’t cope.

You sigh as you stub out the cigarette on the wall before dropping it into the makeshift ashtray.

“No you can’t.” You tell him, rubbing your hands together against the cool breeze that whips through the air. “You would have done it already if it was that easy.”

Joe doesn’t deny it. He’d put a couple of feelers out with the Desk Sergeant before Sonya had come in. You were the only one in the locality with the language skills and specilised interview techniques to undertake something so delicate. Anything else meant being attached to a waiting list and with the way this guy was ramping up, they simply didn’t have the time to sit and wait for an interpreter to become available.

“Why are you here?” He asks you finally, his voice lowering an octave. “Why come back to Manhattan after being away for so long?”

“Maybe it was time for me to find a home too.” You say, clasping your hands together and leaning on the railing.

Joe’s gaze lowers to the wedding ring on your finger.

“It looks like you have one already.”

You laugh and it’s a bitter sound that cuts straight through him. He’s heard it a handful of times over his duration with you, and he knows that it masks pain. You use it as a way of lightening a situation that cuts you so deep, you feel like you’re bleeding out onto the concrete.

“It turns out I’m a shitty wife, I only wear the fucking thing because I don’t want to admit to anyone that I’ve failed at that too.”

Out of everything he thinks of you, he never would have deemed you ‘a shitty wife’. You’re loyal, fierce, dedicated. Traits that he admired in you at the time, that he still admires because he sees them there under the surface.

“What happened at Brighton Beach?” He asks you quietly. “What was it that made you come home?”

The word slips out before he can stop it.

Home.

Home used to be him. It used to be a spacious one bedroomed apartment in Tribeca with a rug you’d brought from a thrift store and end tables the two of you had spent an afternoon upcycling. It had been a bed filled with love, and soft words and tender caresses.

You don’t think that Joe means to linger in your proximity, but he does. You can feel the heat rolling off his skin and it warms something inside of you. Nobody you work with knows that you’re getting divorced, that you signed the papers last week and send them back to your husband uncontested. There’s no belongings to split, you’d already moved and you’d rented together not bought.

“I arrested my brother-in-law for fucking underage girls.” You find yourself telling him as you toy with the ring on your finger. “I’m getting divorced because my husband can’t stand the sight of me. My mother and father won’t talk to me because of how it makes them look in the community. My mom slammed the door in my face the last time I went by.”

“Your mom hated me.” Joe recalls, thinking back to that dinner, that horrible, oppressive dinner that the two of you had been forced to sit through for your father’s birthday.

Your mom had made it abundantly clear that Joe may have been an immigrant, but he wasn’t the right type of immigrant. You’d fallen out with her after that, didn’t speak to her for a long time.

You didn't give a shit that he'd come over from Mexico during his teenage years and he didn't give a shit that your family were Soviet Jews, fleeing Russia during the 1930s. You mother did though, she clung to your heritage as if it was a lifeline. She wanted you to marry a nice Jewish boy from the neighbourhood.

This whole thing with Alexi's brother was a kick in the face for her, your family were well established in the community and blood came before anything else, even if it was married in.

“Well, she hates me too now, so I guess we have that in common.” You tell him tilting your head and meeting his gaze.

Your mother is five foot tall and Joe has seen grown men cower in her presence, especially when she has that wooden spoon in her hand.

Joe tries not to smile at the image; he really does but there’s something about the expression on your face that cracks him up. He sees the edges of your lips tipping up and he knows that it’s the same for you. It feels good to laugh with you again, to share something.

“It shouldn’t be funny.” You say and he gives you that hapless look because it’s a little funny.

The moment’s cut short by the sound of his cellphone chirping to life. He removes it from his back pocket, studying the message before he purses his lips together grimly.

“The next one’s here.” He tells you almost apologetically. “Think you can handle it?”

It’s a genuine question and he already knows the answer because the woman he knew back then was tough as hell and he can see that hasn’t changed in the time you’ve been apart. You think of the women who’ve endured this torture, the strength it’s taken them to actually come into Special Victims, to recount their stories.

“Yea.” You say, taking a deep breath and squaring your shoulders. “Let’s do it.”

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tecontos · 9 months

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Transando com o dono da academia

By; Marina

Eu me chamo Marina, leio o te contos a um tempo e resolvi contar o meu. Tenho 22 anos, tenho 1,67 de altura e peso 58 kg, sou morena, cabelos longos e castanhos, olhos azuis, não sou o tipo gostosa, meus peitos não são grandes, tenho uma bunda grande. Moro numa cidade do interior do Paraná, e tinha um vizinho que é maravilhoso, dono da academia perto da minha casa, nome dele é Igor, 37 anos, uns 1,89 cm, cabelo um pouco mais comprido tipo príncipe encantado, um sorriso lindo e o corpo vocês devem imaginar por ele ser dono da academia. Ele sempre foi muito simpático, sempre cumprimentava em nossos encontros rápidos na rua.

Enfim, eu costumava jogar vôlei de areia, e fui para a partida, como tem um fluxo a se seguir no lago onde fica a areia eu fui seguindo e fluxo e vejo ele lindo correndo contra o fluxo, nesse dia resolvi seguir ele no Instagram e fui seguida de volta.

Depois de algumas curtidas nas fotos dele e ele nas minhas, respondi um story dele e começamos a conversar. Ele sempre economizava nos elogios e eu já percebi que não ia rolar nada, mas ainda assim resolvi chamar ele pra sair, e aí veio a decepção, ele estava ficando com alguém. Fiquei extremamente triste, pedi desculpas e me afastei, aí foi a vez dele responder alguns stories meu e ficamos mais na conversa de amigos, até o dia em que postei uma foto de um banho de chuva e veio a resposta dizendo que imaginou muitas coisas, aí o papo foi ficando quente, falávamos muitas besteiras, conversas que me deixavam molhada, todo o tempo. E combinamos de ficar, mas sempre dava errado, lei de Murphy.

Num sábado de manhã recebi mensagem dele perguntando se estava na cidade, logo com minha resposta positiva combinamos de nos ver, tomei um banho, fiquei mega cheirosa, coloquei um shorts curtinho e uma blusinha solta, pois estava super calor e ele foi me buscar, fomos no apartamento dele, logo que chegamos lá começamos a nos beijar ainda na cozinha, com vontade enquanto as mãos dele percorriam curiosas o meu corpo,tirou minha blusa e sutiã e jogou longe, enquanto chupava meus seios seus dedos estavam na minha buceta ja melada, ele chupava muito gostoso e eu gemia muito pegando no pau dele.

Ele me levou para o quarto, me deitou na cama, tirou meu shorts e calcinha e sua boca encontrou minha buceta molhada, a língua dele passeava pelo meu clitóris e escorregava pelo meu cuzinho virgem, eu melava cada vez mais a boca dele e ele continuava chupando deliciosamente, quando estava quase gozando puxei ele pra cima em um beijo, e aí foi minha vez de recompensar, rodei e fiquei em cima dele beijando aquela boca deliciosa e passando a mão no corpo dele, e fui descendo, beijando cada parte daquele peito e barriga definidos que eu tanto tinha sonhado em tocar, abri a bermuda lentamente e abaixei junto com a cueca, me deparei com um pau delicioso, não vou falar que era enorme, mas era gostoso e me despertava muita vontade, abocanhei ele e chupava com gosto aquele cacete enquanto olhava nos olhos dele com cara de safada, ele gemia e esboçava reações que não negavam que estava gostando, chupei muito, babei naquele cacete, e então subi no pau dele e cavalguei como uma amazona, sentia aquela cabeça tocando fundo em mim e nossos gemidos misturavam-se e ele dava fortes tapas na minha cara, gozei deliciosamente naquele pau.

Ai foi a vez dele me pegar de quatro, ele me mandava abrir bem as pernas e arrebitar bem a bunda, sentia o pau dele entrando rápido e forte e com tapas fortes que estalavam na minha bunda me chamando de cadelinha, que eu estava no cio e que ele queria me foder gostoso, não aguentei e gozei muito melando todo aquela rola, ele era muito gostoso, já tinha gozado três vezes e ele ainda permanecia duro dentro de mim, fodendo cada vez mais forte, eu perdi as contas de quantas vezes gozei e cai mole na cama de bunda para cima...

Ele começou a chupar minha xaninha e meu cuzinho de novo, foi subindo pelas minhas costas, beijou tudo até chegar na minha nuca e seu pau bem encostado na entrada da minha buceta e meteu de novo me fazendo gritar de tesão com ele sussurrando no meu ouvido que eu era uma vadiazinha deliciosa, sua puta, sua fêmea no cio, empinei bem minha bunda e rebolei pra receber mais forte e fundo aquele pau e recebia mais tapas fortes, assim ele socava mais rápido e comecei a gozar quando ele encheu minha buceta com seu leitinho quente.

Quando ele saiu de dentro de mim, comecei a chupar seu pau pra sentir meu gosto junto com a porra quentinha dele, chupei muito enquanto ele massageava minha buceta cheia de leitinho e trazia seus dedos até minha boca para aproveitar todo aquele gozo.

Quando o pau dele já estava duro de novo fizemos o melhor papai e mamãe da minha vida, com muito beijo e alguns tapas na cara, meus pés apoiados no peito dele e ele metia deliciosamente forte me fazendo gozar mais uma vez quando já estava mole e não aguentava mais, cai de boca na sua rola babada pelo meu mel e mamei até ele gozar na minha boquinha. Nos beijamos e ficamos deitados juntinhos, abraçados nos recuperando, tomamos um banho juntinhos com muitas carícias e ele me deixou em casa.

Um grande beijo, Marina.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Marina

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cherry-holmes · 11 months

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LA VIDA FAMILIAR DE JAVI (Javier Peña x Lectora/Reader)

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Pareja: Javier Peña x Lectora femenina (f!reader) No uso de y/n

Resumen: La vida junto a Javi tiene sus altas y sus bajas. Amas cada momento que compartes con él, aunque al salir a trabajar cada mañana, te preguntas si será la última vez que lo verás con vida.

Advertencias: Angustia. Menciones de violencia típica de la serie. Descripciones de heridas, sangre y suturas. Descripciones de maternidad, amamantar y cuidado de bebés.

# de palabras: 2967

N/A: Hola! Este es la primera historia que publico en Tumblr. Es sencilla, pero pronto traeré más contenido. Sé que la comunidad hispanohablante es pequeña en esta plataforma, pero espero encontrar apoyo! Jajaja Una disculpa si tiene errores, no está revisado aún🥺 lo actualizaré una vez que haga proofreading!

English isn’t my first language, although I’m a linguistic and translator student hahaha so I’m going to post my stories in English too, when I get more confident!

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En tan solo cuatro semanas, mi vida había experimentado el cambio más maravilloso. Mi mundo se había transformado en pañales, amamantar, conjuntos diminutos de ropa y ese dulce olor a bebé que me brindaba calma en las interminables noches sin dormir. Dar a luz a mi primer hijo me había enseñado un tipo de amor tan intenso y único, diferente a cualquier otro que hubiera experimentado. Mi pequeño bebé, mi niño y el amor de mi vida: Javier Samuel Peña. O simplemente Sam, para evitar confusiones con su padre.

El embarazo no había sido algo planeado... Bueno, al menos no exactamente de la manera en que sucedió. Javi y yo nos casamos en el consulado americano un lunes por la mañana. No hubo una gran fiesta con nuestros seres queridos, ni un hermoso vestido blanco ni docenas de flores decorando los pasillos de una iglesia. Simplemente, Javi avisó en su trabajo que no iría ese día, los Murphy fueron nuestros testigos e invitados únicos, y nuestra luna de miel duró una noche en nuestro departamento.

La boda se aceleró debido a la preocupación de Javier de que, si algo le pasaba en el trabajo, yo no quedara desamparada y tuviera los mismos derechos que su padre para acceder a beneficios legales y su seguro de vida. Aunque me rompía el corazón que Javi pensara de esa manera tan fría acerca de su propia vida, yo era la novia más feliz. Javier y yo nos amábamos y teníamos una relación estable, llena de amor y respeto. No había otra persona en el mundo con la que quisiera estar en una oficina gubernamental, mirándonos a los ojos y jurándonos amor eterno.

Nuestro plan original era regresar a Texas, al rancho de su padre, después de derrotar al cartel de Medellín. Allí planearíamos rápidamente la boda en la iglesia y la fiesta. Luego vendrían los hijos. Todo debería haber sucedido cuando estuviéramos seguros, en paz y establecidos. Sin embargo, apenas tres meses después de nuestra boda improvisada, las náuseas matutinas comenzaron a aparecer y fue cuando Javi insistió en llevarme al hospital después de que casi me desmayara mientras hacíamos las compras en el supermercado, que nos enteramos de que seríamos padres. Atribuimos el incidente a un preservativo roto del que no nos dimos cuenta en el momento. La primera semana fue complicada, ambos estábamos estresados y en shock por la noticia. Una mañana, discutimos por algo tan insignificante que ni siquiera recuerdo qué era, y Javi se marchó al trabajo sin despedirse. Yo me quedé llorando en casa, preocupada por todo lo que implicaba tener un bebé y muy sensible debido a las hormonas en mi sistema. Sin embargo, esa noche Javi regresó a casa con un hermoso ramo de flores y un bote de mi helado favorito.

—Todo estará bien, preciosa —me prometió entre besos, después de que hubiéramos asumido nuestra nueva vida y aceptado que las cosas no siempre salen como las planeamos.

—Tengo miedo, Javi —mi confesión abarcaba muchos aspectos: la maternidad, los riesgos del trabajo de Javi, el dinero, vivir bajo un techo que ni siquiera era nuestro, lejos de nuestras tierras natales, los cambios que sufriría mi cuerpo...

Pero en el momento en que Javi me miró a los ojos, pude olvidarme por un instante de todo lo negativo y centrarme en la bendición que era este bebé. Y, Dios, deseaba con todas mis fuerzas que nuestro pequeño o pequeña tuviera sus cálidos ojos.

Y así fue. Sam llegó al mundo con un fuerte llanto, con los mismos grandes ojos café oscuro de su padre, que curioseaban el mundo y buscaban consuelo en nosotros. No podía dejar de mirarlo, maravillada por la capacidad de mi cuerpo para crear un ser humano que fuera una copia exacta del hombre que amaba. Javi era un padre siempre presente, que asumía su rol al cien por ciento. Cambiaba pañales, lo bañábamos juntos, se encargaba de cuidarlo para que yo pudiera dormir y mientras yo lo amamantaba, él se ocupaba de algunas tareas domésticas.

Por supuesto, no todos los días eran perfectos, sobre todo porque pasaba la mayor parte del día sola en casa mientras Javier, mi esposo, arriesgaba su vida en las calles de Colombia, luchando por hacer de este mundo un lugar mejor para nosotros. Últimamente no podía evitar llorar cada vez que lo veía salir por la puerta por la mañana, preguntándome si sería la última vez que lo vería, que sentiría sus labios sobre los míos y le daría un beso en la frente a nuestro hijo. Nunca dejaba que me viera llorar, así que esperaba a que su camioneta saliera de la cochera antes de permitirme soltar una lágrima. Javi ya tenía suficiente preocupándose por nosotros al vivir con nuestro recién nacido en un país sumido en la inseguridad y con el estrés diario de las interminables horas esperando lograr un avance en el caso de Escobar.

Cuándo Sam nació, me permití encerrarme en una burbuja en la que sólo éramos nosotros tres. A Javier se le concedieron dos semanas de licencia de paternidad, por lo que pasamos quince días encerrados en casa, acurrucados en la cama, descubriendo el mundo de los bebés y comenzando nuestra pequeña familia de tres.

Sin embargo, Javier, un hombre acostumbrado a la adrenalina y tan comprometido con su profesión, regresó pronto a trabajar y fue ahí cuando la realidad me golpeó. Él podría despertar un día, cambiarle el pañal a Sam, desayunar conmigo e irse a trabajar, y esa sería la última vez que lo vería con vida.

Era difícil para mi estar en el silencio de la casa, ver a nuestro bebé dormir o tratar de comer algo, cuándo vivía con la paranoica idea de que un día Steve tocaría a la puerta para darme la peor noticia. No podía imaginar una vida sin Javier Peña, una vida sin que mi hijo tuviera a su padre para aconsejarlo y jugar con él.

Hoy era uno de esos días en los que sentía un gran peso en el pecho. Me sentía muy sensible, lloraba con lágrimas silenciosas mientras miraba a Sam comer de mi pecho. Apenas había comido un par de bocados, mirando el reloj esperando la hora en la que Javi cruzara la puerta.

Cuando empezaba a oscurecer y la lluvia caía intensamente, el sonido de los relámpagos a lo lejos logró calmar mi mente. Decidí ir a la habitación y acostarme junto a Sam, con la esperanza de lograr conciliar un breve momento de sueño al mismo tiempo que el lo hacía.

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—Shit...

Escuché a Javi sisear después de que el estruendoso sonido de un vaso de vidrio estrellandose en el suelo me despertó abruptamente. Con el corazón acelerado por el susto, miré a Sam para comprobar que no se hubiera despertado. Mi pequeño se quejó un poco, pero lo calmé con una suave canción y se quedó dormido nuevamente. Lo acomodé en su cuna junto a la cama y salí a recibir a Javi.

El reloj de la cocina marcaba la una de la madrugada. Lo que significaba que yo había dormido cinco horas, y Javi había llegado tres horas más tarde de lo habitual. Bueno, no es como si él llegando tarde fuera algo raro. Se suponía que su hora de salida de la oficina era a las 10 de la noche, pero si se presentaba la oportunidad de una redada de emergencia o el papeleo de un reporte se volvía tedioso, Javier podía llegar a casa incluso hasta la mañana siguiente, sólo para bañarse, apenas dormir una hora o dos y regresar nuevamente a la DEA.

—¿Javi? — le llamé cuándo lo vi de espaldas y fue entonces cuándo me percaté que algo no andaba bien...

Javi intentaba doblarse sobre si mismo para recoger los pedazos de vidrio esparcidos por el suelo, pero con cada movimiento su rostro se contorcionaba en muecas de dolor mientras se sujetaba un costado de su torso. Un golpe de angustia me pegó en el estómago, impulsándome por instinto hacía él para socorrerlo.

Javi intentó alejarme de los vidrios para evitar que me cortara, pero nada podía evitar que lo alcanzara.

—¿Que te pasó? — inquirí al tiempo que trataba de hacerlo quitarse la mano del costado, pero me lo estaba poniendo difícil — ¿Que pasó? — repetí.

—Nada, amor, don't you worry — me aseguró, pero su tono de voz cansado y con un toque adolorido me decía todo lo contrario.

—Javier, por favor quita la mano — pedí en un tono más serio y después de escucharlo gruñir con inconformidad, me dejó mirar bajo su camisa.

Llevaba una venda amarrada en la cintura y en un punto de su costado las gasas habían adquirido el tono escarlata de la sangre. El peso de mi propia alma cayó en mi estómago, impactada por la imagen. Mis ojos ardían con lágrimas que se negaban a caer, pero un jadeo de sorpresa escapó de mis labios. Mis manos temblaban mientras intentaba procesar lo que estaba viendo y buscaba encontrar la voz para preguntarle de la manera más calmada posible qué había sucedido. Sin embargo, no lograba articular palabras y las lágrimas finalmente comenzaron a rodar por mis mejillas.

En ese momento, Javier tomó mis manos con la delicadeza y firmeza que solo él sabe transmitir.

—Hey, no pasa nada. Estoy bien — me aseguró, pero las voces angustiadas en mi cabeza no dejaban de murmurar: "Tenías razón al preocuparte por él, este trabajo acabará con su vida", mientras que otra voz me decía: "Deja de llorar, tiene suficiente estrés en el trabajo como para llegar a casa con su esposa hormonal". Pero, simplemente, no podía contenerme.

—Amor, vamos a la habitación — susurró en tono suave, tratando de transmitir calma y minimizar la situación. Pero sus movimientos lentos y cuidados revelaban el dolor que le causaba su herida. No pudo ocultar la mueca de dolor al sentarse en la cama, dejando en claro cuánto le dolía cada movimiento.

Mi corazón se encogió al verlo así. Le pedí que se quitara la camisa para poder cambiarle las vendas. Mis emociones se mezclaban: preocupación, miedo y una sensación abrumadora de querer protegerlo de todo y de todos. Quería meterlo a él y a Sam en una cajita a prueba de todo lo malo en este mundo y conservarlos ahí para siempre. Pero sabía que eso era imposible.

Me dirigí al baño y tomé la caja de primeros auxilios, buscando todo lo necesario para tratar su herida.

Al regresar a la habitación, lo encontré sin camisa, sentado en la cama, con su mirada fija en nuestro bebé, que dormía plácidamente. La escena contrastaba la ternura del sueño de Sammy con la realidad del dolor físico y el estrés que Javi estaba soportando. Podía verlo en sus ojos: esa inocencia perdida tras años de trabajar en un rubro lleno de violencia, sangre y armas. El peso de querer cambiar el mundo para que sea mejor y tener que enfrentarte a los demonios que lo acechan cara a cara.

—Es tan pequeñito — murmuró Javi con una sonrisa tierna en su rostro, mientras extendía su brazo con cuidado hacia la cuna. Sus dedos acariciaron suavemente la mejilla de su hijo, como si quisiera grabar ese momento en su memoria para siempre. La imagen me hizo sentir una oleada de ternura y amor indescriptibles — Es el sueño hecho realidad: nuestro bebé, que lleva parte de ti y parte de mí. Es idéntico a ti...

Si estuviéramos en cualquier otro momento, donde Javier no estuviera herido y sangrando, habría compartido con él lo maravilloso que era ver a Sam, un ser tan pequeño y perfecto, que parecía ser una réplica exacta de su padre. Le habría asegurado que amaba cada rasgo que heredaba de él y que estaría dispuesta a tener mil hijos más, solo para ver esos mismos ojos, ese mismo cabello y esa misma sonrisa que tanta paz me transmite. Pero en ese instante, cuando noté un destello de dolor en su rostro, mi corazón se contrajo con preocupación.

Me acerqué a él, posicionándome entre sus piernas, y comencé a deshacer las vendas que abrazaban su torso. Cuando llegué a la herida, Javi siseo de dolor al sentir como la sangre seca se despegaba de la gasa y estiraba la zona afectada. Aunque no era una herida grave, su apariencia era inquietante. Eran apenas cuatro puntos de sutura, pero la carne estaba inflamada y enrojecida, evidenciando la irritación y sensibilidad en la zona. Olía a sangre y antisépticos. Cada movimiento de Javi parecía provocarle una punzada de dolor, lo cual quedaba reflejado en su rostro a través de una expresión tensa y un ligero fruncimiento en las cejas.

Con un algodón humedecido con antiséptico, comencé a limpiar la zona de alrededor. Cada movimiento era suave y ligero, pero pude notar la mandíbula tensa de Javi cada vez que presionaba la zona.

—¿Vas a decirme qué pasó? — era pregunta, pero debido a mi voz tensa y baja, sonaba más como una orden.

Javier estuvo callado un par de minutos, cuándo por fin habló:

—Murphy y yo fui a checar una casa de seguridad — comenzó, mientras yo buscaba en el botiquín algo que pudiera reducirle la inflamación de su piel lastimada —. Nos separamos y fue ahí cuándo detecte a uno de los perros de Escobar. Fui tras él y el hijo de pe… — se tentó a decir, sin embargo le hice una indicación con la cabeza hacía Sam — Y el tipo me sorprendió de la nada con una navaja. Apenas la esquivé, pudo haber sido peor.

—¿Eso se supone que debería tranquilizarme? — respondí con una risa carente de gracia, los ojos aún ardiéndome con lágrimas que no quería soltar — ¿Te llevaron a una clínica? — inquirí y él asintió — ¿Y porqué no me llamaste, Javier? — le reclamé con la voz cargada de emociones que apenas podía contener.

—No quería asustarte — se excusó.

—Soy tu esposa, Javier Peña. Cualquier cosa que te pase debería saberla. Que tal que… — me detengo en seco, incapaz de concluir la oración. El mero hecho de pensarlo hace que se me revuelva el estómago — Si algo te pasara, Javi, yo… no sé que haría. Seguro me volvería loca.

Finalmente me quiebro. Las lágrimas salen sin que pueda detenerlas. Días de aguantarme decirle como me siento salen a través de mis ojos y me siento la peor por poner más carga sobre sus hombros. Claramente Javier no quiere morir en su trabajo, no quiere dejarnos solos a ninguno de los dos. Es obvio que cada día sale de casa sabiendo que podría ser la última vez que nos ve. Soy consciente que él mejor que nadie sabe que vive en una ruleta rusa diaria y yo no aporto nada poniéndome a llorar por un miedo evidente.

—Cariño, ven aquí — sus manos tomaron las mías y me levantaron para sentarme en su pierna con delicadeza.

—Te vas a lastimar… — protesté, pero me calló con un tierno shhh.

—No pasa nada — aseguró —. No voy a irme a ningún lado, mi vida. Mira, pásame mi billetera — pidió, ya que él no podía estirarse demasiado. La alcancé y mientras se la entregaba, me volvió a colocar en su pierna. Yo hacía el esfuerzo por no recargar todo mi peso en él. De su billetera sacó una pequeña foto, tomada hacía apenas tres semanas. Éramos nosotros tres: yo estaba en la cama del hospital, con mi cabeza en el hombro de Javi, quién sentado a mi lado llevaba a un pequeñísimo Sam dormido en sus brazos — Cada vez que salgo a la calle, tu y Sam son mi trébol de la buena suerte.

—Vaya suerte que te damos — respondí, un poco a juego. Y ambos soltamos una risita, aunque yo seguía en lágrimas.

—Una cosa es suerte y otra cosa es que yo sea imbécil — bromeó y otra risa me abordó.

Mi mano acarició su mejilla, acción que pareció relajar a Javi completamente, como si el dolor hubiera desaparecido con mi toque. Cerró sus ojos, recargando su cabeza en mi mano, para después besar el dorso. Me incliné para depositar un beso casto en sus labios mullidos y suaves.

—Yo sé que haces todo lo posible por volver a casa a diario, amor. Perdóname por ponerme a llorar, las hormonas últimamente me tienen demasiado sensible.

—No tienes nada por que disculparte — aseguró, depositando otro beso en mis labios, después en mi nariz, mi mejilla y finalmente nuevamente en los labios.

Nuestra pequeña sesión de besos tiernos terminó en el momento en que Sam comenzó a quejarse. Ambos conocíamos a la perfección aquel tipo de llanto y sabíamos que significaba.

—Te llaman, mami — dijo Javi, dándome un beso más en la mejilla antes de dejarme ir.

—Ya, bebé, está bien — murmuré a mi hijo mientras lo sacaba de su cuna y me acomodaba con él en la cama para darle pecho. Sam se acomodó rápidamente y comenzó a comer.

Los ojos de Javi se iluminaron con ternura y orgullo ante la imagen de su esposa alimentando a su hijo. Para él éramos su inspiración y su motivación. Después de años, por fin tiene un lugar al que puede llamar hogar y llegar cada vez que vuelve del trabajo.

Javi se pone de pie para besar la cabeza de Sam, después mi frente y se dirige al baño para tomar una ducha. Al regresar, Sam ya se ha quedado dormido nuevamente, por lo que le ayudo a mi esposo a secarse y ponerse una venda nueva sobre la herida y acomodarse en la cama.

Él se queda dormido antes que yo. Aprovecho los minutos para admirar su rostro sereno y hermoso, todo mío. El dolor de la preocupación constante por él aun me pesa en el pecho, pero trato de calmarme y volver a dormir. Mañana será otro día.

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idollete · 3 months

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂ ⭒ regras do blog

escrevo smut e também headcanons, neles posso escrever algo mais soft. no geral, esse é um perfil para maiores de idade;

escrevo somente conteúdo heterossexual, mas nesse perfil não será aceito nenhum tipo de preconceito;

a frequência de postagem nem sempre será regular! por isso, alguns pedidos podem demorar;

NÃO escrevo sobre fluidos humanos (sangue, urina), femdom, mommy kink e age play;

escrevo APENAS sobre pessoas +21 ANOS;

NÃO escrevo sobre religiões;

algumas histórias podem possuir conteúdo sensível, mas tudo sempre será sinalizado no início de todos os posts;

meu conteúdo é 100% autoral e eu coloco muita dedicação nele. então, não aceito plágios;

para o CAST DE LSDLN, escrevo sobre ENZO VOGRINCIC, ESTEBAN KUKURICZKA, FELIPE OTAÑO, FERNANDO CONTIGIANI, JERÓNIMO BOSIA, MATÍAS RECALT e SIMÓN HEMPE;

para o NCT, escrevo sobre JAEHYUN, JENO, MARK, JAEMIN, XIAOJUN, TEN, HENDERY e JOHNNY;

para o BTS, escrevo com o JK;

para o SVT, escrevo sobre MINGYU, WONWOO, VERNON, S.COUPS, DK e JEONGHAN;

para o MX, escrevo com o I.M;

para o ATEEZ, escrevo sobre MINGI, SEONGHWA e HONGJOONG;

para o EXO, escrevo sobre SUHO, CHANYEOL, KAI e SEHUN;

para o SKZ, escrevo sobre HYUNJIN, BANG CHAN, HAN e CHANGBIN.

para o K-HIP HOP, escrevo com o DPR IAN;

para JOGADORES DE FUTEBOL, escrevo sobre PIQUEREZ e RICHARD RÍOS;

para ATORES NACIONAIS, escrevo sobre CHAY SUEDE, DANILO MESQUITA, NICOLAS PRATTES e RODRIGO SANTORO;

para ATORES INTERNACIONAIS, escrevo, por enquanto, sobre CILLIAN MURPHY, JACOB ELORDI e SWANN ARLAUD.

#꒰❤︎꒱ idollete's journal

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jcssies · 2 months

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"POR ALGUNS MÍSEROS DRACMAS, EU POSSO ENTRAR EM CONTATO COM ALGUÉM QUE VOCÊ GOSTA [...]"

SOPHIE WILDE? não! é apenas JESSICA MURPHY, ela é filha de HADES do chalé TREZE e tem 24 ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há 7 ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, JESSIE é bastante COPERATIVA mas também dizem que ela é INSTÁVEL. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

conexões requeridas (em breve).

BÁSICO !

Data de Nascimento: 16 de janeiro.

Apelidos: Jessie ou Jess.

Gênero: Mulher cis.

Pronomes: Ela/Dela.

Orientação Sexual: Assexual-Demissexual.

Parente divino: Hades.

Habilidades: Sentidos aguçados e velocidade sobre-humana.

Atividades: Membra da equipe azul de escalada.

PODER !

Contato Sobrenatural: Sendo a prole do Rei dos Mortos, Jessie possui a capacidade única de enxergar e dialogar com qualquer espírito através do véu que separa o mundo dos vivos do mundo dos mortos. Essa habilidade se manifesta quando Jessie permite a aproximação do espírito ou quando ela o chama pelo nome, utilizando um objeto que tenha pertencido ao espírito em questão. Os efeitos do uso desse poder podem ser notados a partir do crescimento exagerado das pupilas da semideusa, a mudança da coloração de seus lábios para tons escuros, além da palidez da pele. No entanto, Jessie mantém uma cautela constante durante essas conversas, pois teme a possibilidade de outros espíritos malévolos se aproximarem e se aproveitarem da situação. Por essa razão, a semideusa estabelece um limite máximo de quinze minutos para o uso dessa habilidade e raramente ultrapassa esse tempo.

ARMA !

Jessie carrega consigo um canivete discreto, cuja lâmina é confeccionada em ferro estígio e possui um leve serrilhado na parte cortante, visível apenas de perto. Embora aparente ser uma arma inofensiva, um único golpe pode resultar em consequências fatais. A lâmina tem a capacidade de liberar um veneno que, ao atingir o alvo, reduz drasticamente seus movimentos, deixando-o vulnerável ao golpe final da semideusa.

HEADCANONS !

Jessica foi criada por mulheres que acreditavam na magia. Sua mãe e avó adoravam deuses ligados à magia, e por influência delas, Jessica também se envolveu nessa cultura e estilo de vida. Muito antes de descobrir a verdade sobre seu pai e toda a história por trás de sua origem até então mantida em segredo, Jessie já praticava rituais semanais em homenagem à deusa Hecate.

Sua vida como semideusa teve início quando foi atacada por uma gárgula enfurecida no exato dia de seu décimo sétimo aniversário. O monstro foi repelido por sua mãe, que a partir daquele momento, revelou as origens desconhecidas da filha. Jessie abraçou essa história e partiu em direção ao acampamento logo menos.

Embora soubesse quem era seu pai, Jessica só foi reclamada por Hades após quatro anos de convivência no acampamento. Ela não entendia a razão para tal demora, pois sempre fora considerada uma "semideusa excepcional", apesar de suas habilidades físicas serem mínimas. Enquanto tentava provar a seu pai que era digna de ser reconhecida, Jessica aprimorava ainda mais seus estudos na magia, enquanto competia por espaço dentro do tumultuado chalé de Hermes.

Jessica levou muito tempo para alcançar um equilíbrio neutro com seu poder. Muitas vezes, ela era alvo de espíritos zombeteiros que se aproveitavam da sua habilidade limitada para pregar peças nela. No entanto, hoje em dia, Jessie tem total controle e é frequentemente vista fazendo uso dessa habilidade longe dos chalés, onde realiza pequenos rituais não só para Hécate, mas também para seu pai e para os espíritos com os quais ela busca entrar em contato.

No dia em que a profecia foi revelada ao acampamento, Jessica estava em seu chalé, dormindo. Devido ao seu contato mais recluso com os outros campistas, ela sempre preferiu realizar suas refeições longe de olhos alheios, seja em seu quarto ou dentro do bosque. Na manhã seguinte, a filha de Hades acordou com uma enxurrada de informações, algumas verdadeiras e outras exageradas. Decidida a entender o que havia acontecido, Jessica recorreu à ajuda de alguns espíritos que, por sorte, estavam presentes naquela noite. Por conta própria, ela tenta compreender o que está acontecendo, utilizando não só os espíritos amigáveis, mas também seu conhecimento em magia para isso.

#fixed:ㅤㅤquick about.#postando para vocês conhecerem a peça um pouco melhor :)

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xolilith · 26 days

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terminei oppenheimer!!!

o que eu não gostei? colocar o oppenheimer como um coitado, putz!!!! o cara sabia o que estava construindo e para que estava construindo. ent, o que vc estava querendo meu filho?

Acho que deveria ter ganhado o oscar de melhor filme? não. Acho que o cillian murphy mereceu como melhor ator? Sim. O homem de ferro merecia como ator coadjuvante? NÃO!!!!

dito isso, é um filme muito bacana.

ps: não acho o cillian murphy tãão bonito assim... o homem é meio pálido, sem um pingo de sangue naquele rosto dele. falta algo.

#talk that talk lilith #xolilith reviews

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latinotiktok · 7 months

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Propaganda:

Shrek & Burro

-Shrek - realmente se necesita explicación?

-BURRO DE SHREK NO SE PQ NO LO DIJE ANGMTES EUGENIO DERBEZ TE ODIO PERO QUE GOD

Pirateria

Vi a alguien decir que la piratería (as in, the concept) debe ser latino y apoyo la moción, so here i am to say la piratería es mi bebita fiu fiu

#nada en este mundo es mas latino q piratiando

#VAMONOS YO MANEJO *c sube a un barco pirata claramente robado*

#IT HAS TO BE PIRACY Y'ALL#brazilians pirate shit for breakfast at this point#and the best fucking part#was buying those pirated dvds#and at the very beggining of the movie#they'd show an anti-piracy ad#like dude please it's vote piracy

#canonize your blorbo as latino tournament #round 5 #polls

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scotianostra · 2 months

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The Scottish actor Hamish Wilson passed away on March 26th 2020.

Probably most famous for replacing Frazer Hines for two episodes of Dr Who in the 60’s. Wilson was another one who started early, aged just 14 he started studying at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama.

He was born James Aitken Wilson in Glasgow, in 1942. His family moved to Cambuslang when he was very young. His father, also James, was a sales rep for a paint firm; his mother Isobel (née Willock) worked in the rag trade. After they divorced Isobel married another Wilson, Robert, and Hamish and his sister Jan grew up with step-siblings Leslie, Sheila and Robbie.

He discovered his love of drama while at West Coats Primary School. Later, at the Glasgow Academy, this love drove him to do “that stupidly romantic thing of running away from school to appear on the stage”. He was soon working professionally – he understudied Jimmy Logan for a summer season at the King’s Theatre and appeared in Peter Duguid’s 1957 Glasgow Citizen’s Theatre production of Enemy of the People.

He then attended the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama and gained more professional experience during the summer holidays. He played the title role in 1959’s live ITV play, The Boy from the Gorbals, did a 1960 episode of Para Handy with Duncan Macrae, and met Walt Disney while he was working on his film adaptation of Greyfriars Bobby.

“I was trying to chat up a pretty blonde extra, with no success at all”, he once recalled, “and this gentleman with blond hair and a little moustache came over and started chatting to me. We nattered away for five minutes and then he wandered away. The girl was terribly impressed, but I spoilt it because I didn’t recognise him. I said, ‘Who was that?’ and she stopped being impressed. ‘That was Walt Disney!’, she said”.

He graduated from the RSAMD in 1963, winning the award for Most Promising Male Performance, and appeared on stage at Coventry’s Belgrade Theatre , Perth Theatre and Dundee Repertory Theatre (1970-71), where his performance in Mark But This Flea was described as “remarkable” by The Stage, the trade weekly – not least because he had stepped in 24 hours before opening night after the original actor had broken his leg.

On television he appeared in The Wednesday Play, The Vital Spark , This Man Craig (three different roles, 1966), Softly, Softly and The Revenue Men (three different roles.

In 1968 Doctor Who regular Frazer Hines, who played Patrick Troughton’s Jacobite companion Jamie, fell ill with chickenpox while making the adventure The Mind Robber. After an ingenious, hasty rewrite Jamie underwent a temporary metamorphosis and with one day’s rehearsal Wilson took over, cramming his lines overnight and recording the first of his two episodes the next day.

Further TV roles followed, including The Borderers Boy Meets Girls (1969), Adam Smith, and The View from Daniel Pike but he found that he needed to turn his attention away from acting because “ a beautiful girl smiled at me”. Intent on marriage and starting a family, he gained more secure employment as an announcer for STV.

In 1975 he went to Radio Forth as its arts and drama producer. With limited resources but boundless ambition, he broadcast original writing, late-night horror classics, and a six-month long serial about Mary Queen of Scots, told in 130 twelve-minute episodes, broadcast daily. Drama of this kind on commercial radio was largely unheard of.

In 1979 he did an adaptation of The Slab Boys for Radio Clyde, ultimately joining the station and founding Independent Local Radio’s first drama department there.

His many productions at Clyde included The Bell in the Tree a series of dramas about the history of Glasgow by Edward H Chisnall; Donald Campbell’s Till the Seas Run Dry, with Tom Fleming as Robert Burns and Mary Riggans as Jean Armour), and Nick McCarthy’s Elephant Dances with Katy Murphy).

He also encouraged new talent, instigating initiatives which gave professional breaks to aspiring comedy writers and awarded contracts and prized Equity cards to final-year drama students.

He left Clyde in 1989 and joined the BBC, where he produced a huge number of plays and series for Radio Scotland, Radio 3 and Radio 4. He really believed in radio: “It allows you to creep inside somebody’s head”, he said, “and paint pictures that are going to stay long after the programme is finished.”

In all, he won 23 awards for his radio productions – his ‘Oscars’, as he jokingly referred to them – and served a juror in the Prix Italia (where he was also the first ILR producer to be jury chairman), Prix Futura Berlin and the Prix Europa.

When he left the BBC after ten successful years he went back to the old trade, doing voiceover work and acting in episodes of Taggart,, Monarch of the Glen and Still Game .

On March 21st 2020 Tony contracted coronavirus and sadly passed away only 6 days later on March 26th aged 77. He worked for many years for the actors union Equity, the Scottish Secretary of the union said of him:

“He led a full life and touched many people. He was one of life’s enthusiasts and succeeded at most everything he turned his hand to. Time in his company was always enjoyable and often informative. Remember that mischievous grin and raise a glass to him. RIP.”

The beautiful girl who smiled at him was Diana (née Baron), a wardrobe mistress at Dundee Rep, whom he had met in 1972. They married the following year and had three daughters, Emma, Alice and Abigail, who all survive him, as do grandchildren Colin, Finley, Amelia and Gregor.

#scotland #scottish #history #dr who #companion #actor

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