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Chapter 18: Hole in None

Summary: During your bridal shower, Steve takes Javi golfing. When they return, the way Javi is acting has you questioning everything you knew about your relationship.

Word Count: 12.1K (getting back to my roots of a short chapter LMAO)

Warnings: SMUT(18+) unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl pls), oral (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint?), makeup sex and getting caught (The Murphy's will never catch a break) ANGST (I'm so sorry!!), Hurt/comfort, Javi being super insecure, you being confused as hell, Steve being an absolute idiot

A/N: HELLO. IT'S ME! I DO EXSIST! I am genuinely SO sorry that this chapter has taken a million years to happen. December has been so busy and I have had no time to write, so I really, really appreciate all of your patience 🥺 This is a lil different than any other chapter we've had so far in the NTL universe, it's a lil angsty-er than normal but ya girl only believes in happy endings so don't fret!!! Also poorly beta'd bc I have the stomach flu and I am 100% there are mistakes in this chapter that I'm sure I missed 🫠

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“Do I really have to do this? This thing hasn’t even started yet and I’m already exhausted.” 

“Yes, Hermosa, I do think that most people do expect the bride to be at her own bridal shower.” Javi laughed, staring into the bathroom mirror as he ran his hands through the dark curls of his hair, fixing them into place as you stood next to him, finishing the rest of your longer than usual makeup routine to prepare for being the center of attention against your will for the next several hours. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful that your co-workers wanted to throw you a bridal shower before your wedding, now only a few weeks away- the sentiment of the whole thing was incredibly thoughtful. Your 3rd grade teammates had even found a way to get in touch with your family to make sure that your mom, aunts and cousins felt included in the event, too. You should have been thrilled about the fact that the people who loved you most in the world were coming together to celebrate your upcoming wedding and quite literally showering you with gifts, but if there was one thing you hated more than anything else, it was the social exhaustion that came from having a party planned for no one but you. 

You had really tried to convince Maria, Estelle, Linda, and now, your mom that you didn’t need a bridal shower- your wedding was going to be small, and since you had already been living on your own, there weren’t a lot of things you needed as you started married life together. Unfortunately, neither of those arguments were going to stop those ladies from going all out for you, leaving you feeling like your bridal shower was turning out to be even bigger than your actual wedding. 

“Don’t you think I could just get a cardboard cutout of myself and use that instead? All these ladies love to talk so much that I don’t think they would even know the difference.” You sighed, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before putting away the rest of your makeup as Javi snuck behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss into your shoulder as he pressed his chest against your back. 

“I have a feeling that someone would notice.” Javi chuckled, a soft grin spreading across his face as your eyes met in the mirror, his smile and sweet eyes enough to calm your nerves for at least a moment. “I would definitely notice.” 

“Well that’s easy for you to say, you don’t even have to be there.” You huffed, letting a little pout fall from your lips as Javi playfully shook you in his grasp, trying your best not to smile as you tried to keep up your unenthused facade. “It’s not too late to trade. You can go to the bridal shower and I can go golfing with you and Steve.” 

Even though Javi had insisted he was more than happy to stay at the shower with you, Maria had insisted that Javi find another way to spend his time so the spotlight of the day could be on you, and not him being distractingly handsome to everyone else there. Lucky for Javi, that meant extra time to spend with Steve while Connie was at your shower- not so lucky for you that Maria had banished your future husband from attending an event for your own wedding. 

“I honestly may have to take you up on that. Steve must have needed an ego boost when I let him pick what he wanted to do while you and Connie were at the shower because he knows I can’t golf for shit.” Javi’s overdramatic sigh and roll of his eyes was enough to make you break into a little giggle, turning your head enough to press a quick kiss onto his cheek before reaching your hand under his chin, giving his jaw a little jiggle. “It’ll go by fast, Osita, I promise. And then, when we get home,” he paused, pressing another kiss into your shoulder and up towards your neck, digging his fingers a little tighter into your sides as he rasped into your ear, “I’ll take as much time as you want to destress you.” 

“As much time as I want? Bold of you to assume that the dog is gonna give us that long.” You snickered as a happy Bear trotted into your bathroom right on cue, his tail loudly thumping against the bathroom cabinets from his happy wags as he wedged himself between you and Javi. 

The newest furry member of your household had been a well loved addition, but if there was one thing Bear had no concept of, it was privacy. Your dog had become a constant shadow to you and Javi anywhere and everywhere in your house, including your in your bedroom, even when you were, well, not sleeping. It hadn’t helped that Javi had already formed such a soft spot for Bear, and had let him on your bed from the moment he stepped foot into the apartment, and now, your dog and his clingy personality had become a new obstacle to try and navigate in your sex life. 

“Someone needs to tell his dad that he’ll survive if he gets left out of the bedroom for a half hour, huh? That he’s adorable, but that he can be a little cockblock, can’t he?” Squatting down next to Bear, you wrapped your hands around his face, scratching behind his ears as you mockingly serenaded him, raising an eyebrow at Javi. 

“He just sounds so sad when he whines and he’s trapped outside the door.” Javi grumbled, kneeling down to join you, patting Bear’s stomach, now much thicker and fuller than it was a few weeks ago after you had first brought him home, skinny and neglected from his lack of care from his previous owners. 

“You say trapped like we're kicking him out to the streets when we close the door on him. He’s adorable and sweet, but he’s a dog, Jav, he’ll be okay.” You smirked, playfully scolding Javi as you peppered Bear’s head with kisses, making his tail thump even harder as it wagged back and forth. “Tell your dad you’ll be just fine, won’t you?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Javi groaned, knowing damn well you were right, even though he couldn’t bring himself to admit he had become an absolute softie for your new dog. “Alright, Hermosa, we gotta get you to this shower before Maria yells at me for making you late.” Pushing his hands against his knees, Javi let out a little grunt as he pushed himself back up to stand, checking the time on the silver watch wrapped around his wrist. 

“Wow, so eager to get rid of me, you must really be excited to go get your ass kicked in golf.” You teased, now following suit and straightening out your dress as you stood, throwing your arms around Javi’s neck, pressing up on your tiptoes to plant a little kiss on his lips. “Sure you don’t want me to golf for you?” 

“I’m sure, you dork.” 

After Javi had insisted on giving Bear more than his fair share of treats before the two of you left for the day, you were on the road to Maria’s, Javi insisting that he drop you off, instead of letting you take the treacherous 2 minute drive by yourself. As you drove down Maria’s street, you couldn’t help but smile at the memory of walking up to her house for an end of the school year party almost exactly a year ago. A party that had ultimately turned a handsome stranger from the Laredo Sheriff's department into your future husband, now sitting in the driver’s seat on the way to your bridal shower. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony, leaning your head over onto Javi’s broad shoulder as you pulled up to Maria’s house. 

“What’s up, Osita?” Javi asked, a twinge of confusion in his voice at the content and calm of your demeanor as the two of you arrived at the event that you had been seemingly dreading for days. 

“I just- It was probably a year ago to the day the last time that we were at Maria’s house. Crazy to think that a year later we’re getting married and here for my bridal shower. I don’t know, a year ago I never would have thought I would have met someone I love so much, let alone be getting married, building a house, owning a dog, I- I’m just really happy that the department made you come to do that stupid presentation. You’ve made this year the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, Jav.” 

A tender silence hung in the air as Javi leaned over the center console, gently bringing his palm to cup the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles along your cheek, letting his sweet brown eyes lock with yours as a soft smile spread across his face. “I love you too, Osita.” His words barely left his mouth above a whisper, bringing his lips to yours. The two of you could have stayed like this forever, lost in the moment of your love for each other, but unfortunately, the world had other plans. 

“JAVIER. DIOS MIO. CAN YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER FOR 3 SECONDS?” Maria shouted, banging at the driver’s side window, the aggressive thumps of her hand against the glass making the two of you practically jump out of your skin. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ….” Javi whispered, clutching his hand over his chest, trying to steady his heart rate back to normal, the two of you looking at each other in pure terror. 

“If you’re going to drop her off and make a scene in my driveway, the least you can do is help an old woman out before you leave, Javier!” Maria demanded, still rapping her knuckles against the glass, the two of you trying to keep from dying of embarrassment as you exited out of the car. 

“Sorry Maria…” The two of you grimaced, still trying to avoid direct eye contact with her before she decided to scold you more. 

“Chucho is right, you two are no worse than a pair of teenagers. Come on, we only have an hour before everyone arrives and I need you and that wildly blonde haired boy to help me move chairs.” Shaking her head in disappointment, Maria was already halfway up the driveway and into the house as you and Javi trailed behind her, glancing at each other in confusion as to who she was referring to, until you noticed the Murphy’s car parked on the side of the street, realizing that Steve and Connie must have beaten you there. 

Before you even had a chance to make it a foot into the house, you were greeted by an overbearing swarm of people rushing to say hello and give you a hug, already feeling overwhelmed 30 seconds into the start of your shower, and these were all people you knew. Your mom was the first to make her way through the crowd, squeezing you in a death grip hug, even though you had just seen her last night after picking her up from the airport and dropping her off at her hotel. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe the day is almost here! My baby girl is finally getting married! Ugh, you look beautiful sweetheart!” Your mom beamed, planting a chaste kiss on your cheek before making her way over to Javi, squeezing him just as hard. “C’mere, don’t think that you get to escape hugs from me too, Javi.” Javi looked over at you, trying his best not to laugh at everyone’s dramatics, knowing how stressed you already were, and that no one’s overly excited attitude was doing you any favors. 

“Ouch on the finally there, Mom. What do you need help with?” You asked, noticing that your mom had been holding on to Javi for a touch longer than what was probably appropriate while everyone else continued to hustle and bustle around Maria’s house. 

“Does he always smell that good? God, I wished your father smelled like that, the man smells like a sweaty sock. Javi, what kind of cologne do you-” 

“Mom! Jesus Christ.” You interjected, burying your hands in your face.

“Sorry, sorry! Honey, you don’t need to help with anything, it’s your shower!” Your mom swatted her hand at you, shaking her head in disbelief that you would ask to help, even though she knew better than anyone it was not in your nature to sit back on the sidelines and let other people do the work for you. 

“Why don’t you come help me set up decorations?” A soft voice replied behind you, making you whip your head around as their hand rested on your shoulder. 

“Connie!” You grinned, throwing her arms around her, relieved to find someone who wasn’t going to drive you absolutely crazy for the next hour of party prep. “It’s so good to see you, thank you so much for coming!” 

“Hey, Sweetheart!” a lower voice grunted from behind a stack of folding chairs making its way to the backyard. 

“Wow, Maria put you to work too, Steve? Yikes, she’s running a tight ship around here.” You and Connie snickered as Steve set down his stack of chairs, revealing his already sweaty and frustrated face, considering Maria had probably made him carry 6 trips worth of seats up and down the stairs since he and Connie had arrived. 

“You’re tellin’ me. Hey, make yourself useful and pick up some of these chairs, lazy ass. Sooner we get this set up, the sooner I kick your butt at golf.” Steve smirked, gesturing over at Javi, still standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. 

“In that case, I’m taking one chair at a time.” Javi sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your temple in stride towards Steve, giving him a swift hug and a pat on the back before being interrupted by a shrill and demanding voice. 

“JAVIER. I HEARD THAT. IF I DON’T SEE YOU WITH A STACK OF CHAIRS IN YOUR HANDS THE NEXT TIME YOU’RE OUTSIDE, IT’D BETTER BE BECAUSE YOU ARE DEAD.” Maria shouted from across the house, making everyone’s faces freeze in fear. 

“You heard the woman. Chop, chop, Peña.” Steve chuckled to himself before passing off half of the chairs over to Javi, and walking towards the back of the house as Javi picked up his share, begrudgingly trailing behind Steve. 

“Alright, we should probably get to work on decorations before Maria finds us standing around for too long. I know you’re the bride, but I have a feeling that holds very little value to her until everything is set up.” Connie shrugged, nodding towards the backyard where the shower was being held. 

“You’re definitely right, and I would prefer to live through my bridal shower in order to make it to my actual wedding.” 

With all of the helping hands around the house, and Maria’s commanding dictatorship over shower setup, all of you had finished with time to spare, leaving your mom and co-workers to happily chat and gossip amongst themselves as you and Connie found your way to say goodbye to Steve and Javi, one of whom was looking much more excited about departing for golf than the other. 

“Have fun, ladies. Any last words for your future husband before I absolutely obliterate him on the golf course?” Steve snickered, giving Javi a soft punch on the shoulder. 

“Shut the fuck up, Murph.” Javi groaned, rolling his eyes as he braced himself for the next 3 hours of harassment from his former partner. 

“Don’t be too hard on him, okay Steve? He gets grumpy when he loses, so just a reasonable amount of ass whooping, nothing too drastic.” You teased, now playfully punching on the other side of his arm, you, Steve, and Connie laughing to yourselves at Javi’s fed up frown. 

“Says the one who literally pouted for hours after insisting we play "Sorry" and then she lost.” Javi smugly murmured, raising an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well someone wasn’t very sorry about it, were they… You know what, Steve? I changed my mind, go ahead and kick his ass for me.” A mischievous grin grew across your face, bursting out into giggles as Javi flung his arms around you, giving you a squeeze and shaking you in his grasp. 

“Pendejo. Alright, you need anything else before I go get my ass kicked, Hermosa?” Javi asked, pressing a kiss into your hair. You were about to speak, but stopped yourself for a moment, looking Javi up and down, admiring how handsome he looked in the khakis and navy blue polo he had picked out this morning. You’d been so worried and worked up about the day that you hadn’t really had a chance to get a good look at him until now, and God, part of you wished you hadn’t taken the time to really take it all in as he stood next to you. You knew there was nothing you could really do about it now, but that wasn’t about to stop you from at least getting a little taste. 

“Uh yeah, I uh- actually um, I uh, I scraped my finger earlier on one of the banners I was setting up and I think I got a papercut. I forgot to ask Maria about it earlier, but um, can you show me where the bandaids are upstairs again?” You tried your best to sound as casual as possible, but Javi knew just as well as you that there was no way in hell that you actually needed a bandaid. His brow scrunched in a slight confusion, head cocked to the side as if to say “I think I know where this is going and I’m not really sure it’s going to work” before giving you a little shrug, gesturing up towards the bathroom at the top of the stairwell, trying to keep his smug grin hidden between his lips. 

“Yeah, I uh- here, let me show you where they are and I can get you one before we go.” Before Steve or Connie could even muster a word in protest, Javi was already dragging you halfway up the stairs, barely letting you make it to the top of the stairway before closing the bathroom door behind you. 

“Band Aid, really? That was the best you could come up with?” Javi laughed under his breath, letting his hands roam down your sides and under the hem of your dress as his fingers dug into the meat of your ass, the heat of his breath tickling your skin where his lips met your neck, gently sucking at your pulse point, making a tiny moan escape from your mouth. 

“I needed to come up with something to get you alone for long enough to give you a proper goodbye before you left.” 

“And a Band Aid was the way to do that?” 

“Oh shut up.” You giggled, draping your arms over Javi’s neck, letting your hands roam through the curls at the nape of his neck before pulling him in tighter to let his lips crash into yours with an electric intensity, his fingertips gripping deeper into your flesh. 

“I don’t think-” Javi muttered between kisses, “I don’t think a bandaid is gonna buy us enough time to do anything, Hermosa.” 

“I know. I just needed this. Just needed to kiss your stupidly handsome face. I needed something before you left me to fend for myself. Plus,” you paused, pulling back to see the lovestruck grin spread between Javi’s cheeks, “only fair that I get a chance to recreate our first kiss.” You snickered, gesturing to the interior of Maria’s bathroom, where you had found yourself with Javi almost a year ago to the day, your lips meeting for the first time as you sat on the ledge of the sink after Javi had came to your aid when a shattered beer bottle had landed in your leg. 

“Fuck, I forgot our first kiss was in Maria’s bathroom. Real fucking smooth of me, huh?” Javi grumbled, rolling his eyes at his past self for letting your first kiss be in the bathroom of his Mom’s best friend’s house. 

“Smooth enough for me to wanna marry you, so I guess it all worked out okay, didn’t it?” You teased, planting one last kiss on his lips before shooting him a wink and slipping out the bathroom, your face warm and tingly from the rush of excitement tucked away with Javi in your impromptu makeout session. Javi ran his hand over his face, taking a moment to try and compose himself, shaking his head to himself in shock and delight at how he found himself falling more and more in love with you every day. 

“Okay, uh- sorry, sorry about that. Just didn’t wanna have to bother Maria for anything.” You sighed, darting your eyes away from Steve and Connie, their arms crossed against their chest with almost comically smug smirks on their faces as they watched you shuffle back down the stairs, Javi reluctantly trailing behind you. 

“Yeah? How’d that bandaid work out for ya?” Steve smiled with a shit eating grin, nodding to your hands, neither of them with a bandaid anywhere in sight. You let out a gulp, trying to quickly tuck your hands behind your back, your cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. “Goddamn, you two gonna make it 3 hours without touching each other, or am I gonna have to bring him back here after hole 4 for a mid-round makeout?” 

“Jesus Christ, Murph, really?.” Javi grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Bye, love you. Have fun and I’ll see you soon.” Leaned over, snaking his arm around your waist to plant one last kiss in your hair. 

“Not soon enough, apparently…” 

“Murphy…” 

“Stop makin’ out and I’ll stop givin’ you shit.” 

“Touche…” You muttered under your breath, just loud enough to make the 4 of you burst into laughter, easing the uncomfortable tension that you had brought upon yourself from your antics. “Love you too, have fun getting your ass kicked.” 

“Yes, yes, out, out, out! It’s only 10 minutes until guests arrive and your truck is taking up all the room in the driveway! Out!” Stampeding into the living room, Maria waved her hands at the boys, quite literally shooing them out of the house after overhearing your goodbyes. Giving a quick wave to Javi as Maria kicked him and Steve to the curb, you caught Javi’s head whipping around for one last glance at you before you left, giving you a once over with his eyes and a soft smile on his face as the front door shut behind him. 

Truth be told, your shower ended up being way less painful than you expected it would be. In all honesty, it was actually somewhat enjoyable. The fact that your mom, co-workers, and Connie had put into helping everyone come together to celebrate you filled your heart with so much more joy than you could have predicted- your friends and family had bought you and Javi so many more gifts than you knew what to do with, had so many kind things to say about the two of you, and Connie had even gone out of her way to make sure that there were fun games planned for everyone to keep the need for constant socialization at bay. It really had ended up being a fun afternoon, even if it meant having to answer the same questions about your wedding, house and honeymoon plans more times than you could count. 

Javi, on the other hand, could not have been having a worse time on the golf course, getting his ass thoroughly handed to him by Steve hole after hole, wondering to himself how anyone could bring themself to genuinely enjoy the torture that had been the past two and a half hours of hacking his club into chunks of grass and loosing his golf balls in the brush. The only consoling factor was that Javi was grateful to spend time with Steve, even if it meant being berated by endless questions from him on top of his painful performance while he played. 

“You feelin’ ready for the big day?” Steve grunted, after smacking his driver against his ball from the tee box, Javi relieved that the pair were finally on the 9th and final hole. 

“Yeah, I mean- Oh fuck me-” Javi grumbled, hitting his club and watching his ball fly into a patch of trees, the opposite direction of where he was trying to aim for, “I still can’t believe I’m getting married.” 

“You and me both, Jav. I never thought I’d live to see the fuckin’ day, that’s for damn sure. Javier Peña, a married man.” Steve chuckled, slipping his club into his golf bag as Javi followed behind, grabbing what must have been the 57th golf ball from his bag this round. 

“Shut the fuck up, Murph.” Javi chuckled, shaking his head at his friends’ jab, the two of them hopping into the golf cart together to try and scavenge for Javi’s long lost ball. 

“I’m just given’ you shit, Jav. I’m fuckin’ happy for you man. Really happy. She’s a great girl. Best thing that’s ever happened to your sorry ass, I’ll tell you that much. Guess you don’t have to worry about really followin’ through this time?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re actually gonna get married this time? You’re not leavin’ her at the altar like Lorraine, huh?” As Steve laughed to himself, Javi could practically feel his stomach drop, his heart beginning to race as a wave of terrible guilt and panic washed over him at his friend’s ironic question. 

To his own shock and surprise, Javi hadn’t thought about his last lack of a wedding once since the two of you had gotten engaged. He had been so head over heels excited to spend the rest of his life with you, that the failures of his past engagement had been tucked far away in the back of his mind. But then again, no one had been so gracious as to bring up the knife to the chest that was leaving Lorraine at the altar, and no one had been so gracious as to bring it up in classic Steve Murphy fashion. 

Javi could audibly hear himself gulp, his heartbeat pounding so loud he could hear it ringing in his ears as the terrible reality of the past he had so glady forgotten about met him in a head on collision, instantly re-opening all of the cuts and wounds he had finally managed to sew together. 

The last time he almost got married, Javier Peña had astronomically fucked up the lives of every last person who cared about him, leaving nothing but chaos and heartbreak in his wake.   

Rationally, Javi could tell himself that his upcoming wedding was the polar opposite of everything that was once planned between him and Lorraine. Javi couldn’t have cared less about Lorraine. From the moment he had wearily accepted his fate, he had dreaded every moment of his future from that point on. But you were not Lorraine. 

Javi loved you. 

Javi cared about you. 

Javi wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you and give you everything in the world you could possibly want. 

But, one mention of that 8 letter name had Javi’s brain flooding with every single doubt, regret, and painful memory of his past that he had fought so hard to forget. It had his mind reeling with every uncomfortable feeling of remembering the man he had been before you had come into his life and changed him for the better. He knew he was a better man. A stronger man. A man who was worthy of the love and compassion you had shown him from the moment you two had met. 

Or was he? 

“Earth to Javi? Hello? Anyone home?” Waving his hand in front of Javi’s face, Steve stared at Javi in confusion as to why it seemed like his friend had suddenly become lost in his own world as they pulled up to the patch of trees where his ball had most likely landed. 

“Uh yeah, uh- what, sorry, um, what did you say?” Javi asked, visibly trying to shake the thoughts from his head, painfully scrunching his face and running his hand through his hair before looking back over at Steve. 

“I asked if you were gonna go get the ball or if you just wanted to add to your +200 score and drop one here instead. Hey, you okay, man?” Steve questioned, pausing for a moment before asking the later half of his statement, seeing the color flushed from Javi’s face. 

“Uh, yeah- Yeah, sorry, I just, I’m good. I’ll um, I’ll just drop a ball.” Javi muttered half to himself as he stepped out of the cart, barely paying attention enough to even remember what in the world he was even looking for in his golf bag. 

If Javi wasn’t already thankful to be on the last hole before Steve’s comment, he sure as hell was now, mindlessly whacking his golf club with no regard as to how his ball made it to the green. Any thoughts about golf, let alone any previous attempts to even try to play well had now flown out the window, creeping thoughts of self doubt and resentment crawling through Javi’s mind. The rest of the round and the entire car ride back to Maria’s were spent in an internal battle ranging in Javi’s brain, the fight between the man he used to be and the man he’d thought he’d become rearing its ugly head with a painful intensity that absolutely felt like it was consuming him whole.  

Steve, who was just as oblivious to his friend’s distraught state as he was to the idiocracy of his sarcastic question, had chalked Javi’s quiet and somber mood up to being an overly sore loser after getting mercilessly crushed at golf. Little did he know that his one silly comment had sent Javi spiraling down a trail of crushing self-doubt. 

As the pair pulled into the driveway and made their way to the backyard where a few straggling party goers still lingered, trying to monopolize their time with you to get the details of your upcoming plans for the future. Being the attentive and patient person that you were, you were trying your hardest to seem enthused and engaged with in the conversation with who you thought was Javi’s Aunt’s Cousin (at this point, you had been introduced to so many new people, you were questioning your own name), but it wasn’t long before your future husband’s big, broad body entering the backyard had you more than distracted, your face instantly lighting up at the sight of him. Peeking over his Aunt’s cousin (or cousin’s aunt, you weren’t really sure) shoulder, you bit down on your lip to try and contain your excitement, letting a little wave shake from your hand in his direction. 

Javi wished that your sweet smile and beautiful self were enough to snap him out of his funk, to see how you beamed in excitement just at the sight of him and shot him that lovestruck look he’d never get sick of- but for some twisted reason, it only made him feel worse. 

You were everything- kind, smart, funny, the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen. But what was he? Tired? Broken? A shitty guy who had done even shitter things, who had left nothing but destruction in his path for years and years, with no regard for who it hurt, or even worse, left for dead? How was he supposed to give you everything you deserved when he sure as fuck didn’t deserve you? 

Before you had even said a word to him, you could already sense something was off about Javi’s demeanor that was due to more than just losing to Steve in golf. Even from across the backyard, his forced smile and tired brown eyes had a worried pit swirling in the bottom of your stomach, politely excusing yourself from your conversation to make your way over to Javi. 

“Hi! You guys have fun at golf? Steve didn’t kick your ass too bad?” You grinned, wrapping your arms around Javi’s waist, pressing up on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips, his mouth barely ghosting over yours in return. 

“Yeah, it was um- yeah, it was fine.” Javi nodded, trying to make a smile appear between his pursed lips. “How was the shower? You uh, you ready for Steve and I to start putting things in the truck to bring over to the new house?” 

You immediately frowned in response, cocking your head in confusion at him. “Yeah, it was great, but hey, are- are you okay? You seem really off, like more than just Steve kicking your ass at golf off. Did something happen?” 

“No, I’m- yeah, I’m good, Hermosa.” Javi’s eyes darted towards the ground, trying his best to stifle his sigh before another fake smile spread across his face, his response making you even more concerned than you were before, seeing he was clearly lying to you. As much as you wanted to problem solve right then and there to figure out what had Javi so distressed, the calls of one of the last groups of party goers wanting to say their goodbyes rang across the backyard, you flashing them a quick smile and a wave to signal you’d be over in a second. Before you could try and get anything else out of Javi, he had already backed himself away from your hands still tangled around his waist, nodding towards the group of women who were not so patiently waiting for you. “Go say goodbye, I’ll start loading stuff up.” 

“Um, I- uh, yeah, o-okay. Thanks.” You murmured, half to yourself, as Javi had already begun to walk away to find Steve to help him start carrying things out to the car, leaving you more anxious and confused with every passing second. 

With goodbyes finished, and decor and party setup cleaned up just as fast as Maria had demanded it to be put up, you and Javi made your way to your now packed car, followed by Connie and Steve, who had asked to see the progress on your new house while they were in town. You figured you’d kill two birds with one stone, inviting them over and having them help to unload gifts in the same trip, but now, given the strangely somber mood that Javi couldn’t seem to shake, you really wished it was just the two of you so you could figure out what the hell was going on. 

You and Javi piled into his truck, Steve and Connie hopping into theirs and following you down Maria’s street towards your new house. A stark silence filled the car, praying to yourself that maybe Javi just wanted to be alone before he said anything about his current state, but 5 minutes down the road without a single word falling from his lips, you had a devastating feeling that wasn’t going to be the case. 

Your leg bounced against the seat, fingers nervously drumming in your lap, letting out a quiet sigh to yourself before looking over at Javi and mustering up the courage to try and interrogate. 

“Sooooo, golf was fun? I love ya, but I think it’s probably safe to assume Steve won?” You quietly snickered, trying your best to stay nonchalant. 

“Yeah, it was good, Steve won, but that’s no surprise because I suck at golf.” Javi mumbled to himself, barely glancing your direction from behind the yellow tinted aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. Normally, if either of you had something that self-deprecating to say, it was at least followed by some sort of a joke or laugh, but his comment ended with nothing but a stoic silence as his hands gripped tighter around the steering wheel. 

“Hey, babe, it’s okay, you don’t ever golf, so it’s hard to expect yourself to be good at something you rarely ever do.” You reached over to grab his arm to reassure him, that unsettling and anxious pit beginning to grow in your stomach again with the way Javi was acting. All he could muster was a half hearted huff in response, signaling to you that whatever was happening was much bigger than a poor game of golf. 

“Javi… Baby, what’s going on? Did something happen with Steve?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

“It’s clearly not nothing, Jav. Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, I told you, it’s fine.” 

“Javi, it obviously isn’t fine if this is the way you’re acting about it. Why won’t you talk to me about it? I just wanna-” 

“I told you, it’s fine, okay!? Jesus, I don’t need you to solve all my problems.”

Oh.  

You and Javi had been in arguments before, hell, you’d been in fights before, but never once in the time that you’d known him, had Javi snapped at you like this. You could practically feel yourself recoiling in your seat from the harsh tone of his voice, fighting back the tears that had instantly begun welling in your eyes. You could feel your heart in your throat, choking down a heavy gulp as your lip quivered to try and keep from crying. 

What had gone so wrong that Javi was acting like this? 

You wish you had it in you to dig it out of him, but as you pulled up the driveway of your new home, Steve and Connie right behind you, ready for a tour, the best you could muster was a quiet, “O-okay.” As soon as the car was in park, Javi was unbuckling his seatbelt and slamming the door behind him, leaving you behind in the car, trying everything in your power to not become a startled, sobbing mess. 

Wiping away the wetness pooling behind your eyelids, you swiped the back of your hand against your cheeks, taking a few deep breaths before following behind, mustering up as much courage as you could to keep your cool for however long Steve and Connie were planning to stick around before heading back to San Antonio. 

You had hoped that Steve and Connie hadn't picked up on the palpable tension brewing between you and Javi, trying your best to put on a brave face as you paraded the Murphy’s through your nearly completed house. To be quite honest, you couldn’t have recalled anything that had happened in the time that they were there, your mind racing in torment as you watched Javi brood around your new home, barely saying a word to you, let alone make any eye contact, or look in your general direction. 

As the four of you made your way upstairs, your attention was finally caught by the low lull of Steve’s laughter as he situated himself between you and Javi, grabbing you both by the shoulders and shaking you in his grasp. 

“Well I’ll be damned. Y’all got enough rooms up here to house half a baseball team! You want that many kids driving ya nuts, huh?” Steve chuckled, making his way down the hallway, peeking into the empty bedrooms of your 2nd story. 

“Steve!” Connie scolded, slapping the back of her hand against Steve’s stomach for his comment. 

“What?! I’m just sayin’! I thought y’all would want like, 2, but there’s enough room for way more than that. I mean, I guess you two are fuckin’ goin’ at it like rabbits all the time, so I can’t really be shocked.” 

“Steven Edward Murphy! Jesus Christ!” Connie snapped, shooting Steve a dangerous glare, aggressively raising an eyebrow at her husband as she gestured towards you and Javi. 

“No, it’s okay, we don’t know for sure how many we want, but we figured if we had the space we’d add the rooms and even if they’re not bedrooms, they’ll still get used.” You had it in you enough to force a half smile across your face, flashing it at Steve and Connie before looking over at Javi. 

While you hadn’t expected much of a response from him given the current situation, what you weren’t expecting was the panic stricken look painting Javi from head to toe. 

If you weren’t already worried out of your mind about what the fuck was going on with Javi, you sure as fuck were now.  

“Uh, I um- yeah.”

Those were the only words Javi was able to choke out through the audible thumps pounding in his chest as his face went ghost white, eyes peeled to the ground. 

“See, Steve? You’re making them uncomfortable! You have absolutely no filter, I swear! I’m so sorry, you guys!” Connie frantically apologized, giving Steve another hardy slap in the stomach, making him wince. 

“I’m just jokin’, Jesus Christ, sorry!” Steve grumbled, holding up his hands in defense from his wife’s accusation, sheepishly looking over at you and Javi with a little shrug. 

“No, it’s uh- no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You had given up on trying to be convincing at this point, your voice quietly shaking as you stared at Javi, now looking like a terrified, ragged shell of himself. 

What the fuck was going on? Did Javi want to wait to have kids? Did he not want to have that many? Was he having second thoughts about kids all together? Fuck, was he having second thoughts about getting married? He’s literally never acted like this before. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You were sure at this point, you probably looked just as much of a mess as Javi did, letting your thoughts race wildly throughout your brain, the silence now lingering between the four of you now seemed to feel deafening, Connie beginning to pick up on the uneasiness festering between you and Javi and knowing she had enough common sense for her and Steve to pick up her cue to see herself out. 

“Well, still, I’m sorry. We should probably get going anyways, we told the sitter we’d be back around 6 so we should probably hit the road. Thank you so much for the tour! The shower was beautiful and I’m so glad I could be there for it. We’ll see you guys for the big day soon! Just let me know if you need any help with wedding stuff between now and then okay?” 

“Uh yeah, yeah of course. Thanks for all your help, Con. I’ll um- I’ll let you know if we need anything.” You stammered as Connie pulled you in for a hug goodbye, followed quickly by Steve, who planted a few pats on your back mid hug. 

“Bye sweetheart, thanks for letting me steal this asshole for golf today. See y’all when you’re gettin’ ready to get hitched! Adios, loser.” Steve chuckled as he pulled away from your hug to tug Javi into another, giving him an even harder pat on the back before letting Connie say her goodbyes as well. 

“Do you want me to walk you guys down to your-” 

“Nah, we’ll find our way out, no worries. Bye lovebirds, see ya soon.” Steve grinned, giving the both of you one last wave farewell before disappearing down the stairs, their hushed bickers about Steve’s unnecessary comments quietly trailing behind them. Before you could even get a word out to Javi now that the two of you were alone, he was already halfway down the stairs behind the Murphy’s, not even bothering to look back at you as he mumbled under his breath. 

“I’m gonna get the gifts out of the car and go sit outside.” 

“Jav, wait, I-” 

You could feel the lump beginning to swell in your throat, your bottom lip trembling with tears welling in your eyes as you watched Javi storm down the stairs without even so much as an attempt to care about what you had to say, leaving you with nothing but yourself and 5 empty bedrooms that now had you questioning everything you thought you knew about your future with Javi. You felt your body begin to collapse like a sad pile of jello as you melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest as you cried into the flowy fabric of your dress, leaving wet stains behind from your tears. Your breaths were rapid and shaky with each muffled sob, trying to rationally grasp on to something, anything, as to why Javi was acting this way. But the more the gears frantically turned in your brain, the more irrational and terrifying your thoughts became. 

This all happened so fucking fast. It’s only been a year since I’ve known him. Is he realizing it’s too much? Am I too much? This was all too fucking good to be true, wasn’t it, you fucking idiot. 

Taking a few more minutes to collect yourself enough to at least stop full on sobbing, you wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your palm, inhaling a trembling deep breath as you mustered up every ounce of courage you could find to face whatever fate was waiting for you downstairs with Javi. 

Each step down the stairs felt heavier than the last, leaving your fingers anxiously drumming against your legs as you saw Javi’s broad body hunched over the side of the unfinished back patio, staring out to the tall grass of your backyard swaying in the warm summer breeze. If it were any other time, you would have rushed up behind him, wrapping your body around his back and attacking him with kisses until the two of you were wound up in a fit of laughter and giggles, happily tangled in each other's bodies. 

Right now, you were terrified to even step too close to him. 

Carefully and quietly sliding open the glass door to the porch, you prayed with every bone in your body you weren’t going to do anything that set Javi off enough to even let you attempt to have a conversation with him about what was going on. The new wood softly creaked under your shoes, making Javi turn his head just enough to acknowledge your presence as you wearily approached him. Taking one more deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak, but with your jaw hanging open, Javi’s words filled the stark silence before yours could. 

“I don’t know if we should get married.” 

Fuck. 

You could practically feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach, like the weight of 1,000 bricks had been dropped on your body all at once, hearing that come out of his mouth. You could have mentally tried to brace yourself for a lot of things, but hearing Javi tell you he didn't want to get married anymore sure as hell wasn't one of them.

“Javi, I- baby, what- I don’t- I don’t-” 

“Why the fuck do you even wanna marry me?” 

Your brows scrunched in pain and confusion at the sharp tone of his words, desperate to try and understand what point he was trying to prove in this gut wrenching game he seemed to be playing. 

“Because I- Javi, I- Javi I love you, that’s why.” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you sat down next to him on the edge of the porch, leaning over enough to see the tears glistening down his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy as he tried to stifle the sobs rumbling in his chest. He shook his head back and forth before his gaze fell into his lap. 

“You shouldn’t love me.” 

“Javi… what the fuck are you talking about?” you plead, feeling the pain and hurt creeping through your body as you watched the tears he was so desperately trying to fight. With a scornful scoff, Javi shook his head, pressing against his knees to stand, taking a few paces around the porch, burying his hands in his face, his words muffled and muted by his palms covering his mouth. 

“What the fuck am I- I’m not- I’m not what you deserve. I don’t understand how you don’t fucking see that.” 

You followed suit, bringing yourself to stand with your arms crossed tightly across your chest, staring at Javi in bewilderment, biting down on your tongue so hard to keep from bursting into tears you thought you were going to make it bleed. You could feel the storm of pain, anger and confusion brewing deep in the pit of your stomach, your body numb and mind blank. 

“Javier. What the fuck is going on? I don’t understand why-” 

“Because last time I was gonna get married I fucked up everything. For everyone. I hurt everyone I cared about. I went half way around the world and I spent a decade fucking things up even more. How do you know I’m not gonna fuck everything up again? I love you too much to let it happen to you. The thought of ever hurting you even half as I much as I’ve hurt anyone else because of my choices fucking kills me. I can’t do it. I can’t hurt you like I’ve hurt everyone else. I’d never fucking forgive myself. I love you more than anything, Osita. I love you more than anything in the world. You deserve someone who isn’t going to hurt you. Someone who will do right by you, by your family, your future children, I just- fuck- I don’t think that person can be me.” 

A deafening silence hung in the air as you stared blankly at Javi, tears streaming from his tormented brown eyes, his body trembling with devastation and regret. You had no doubt your body mirrored his as the guilt and heartbreak flooded you from head to toe, wondering how in the world you had ever let the man you loved and cared about more than anything feel like he wasn’t enough for you. 

You wished you could speak- to find the words to tell him that he was your everything, the glue that had put you back together when you were convinced there was nothing else that could mend the broken mess that you had become. You wished you could express to him that there was no one on the face of this earth that you would rather spend the rest of your life with than him- that there was no one else you wanted by your side through every moment of your life, the good, the bad and the ugly, more than him. You wished there was a way to tell him that you loved him more than anything, but in that moment, all you could do was grab him and wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as your body would let you, letting your wet face rest against the familiar warmth of his chest as you whispered into the soft fabric of his shirt. 

“Javier Peña, you’re the only person it could be.” 

You could feel his chest begin to rumble with heavy sobs as his arms draped around you, pulling you against his body so closely, it was like his life depended on it, like he couldn’t bear the thought of ever letting you go again. One arm stayed wrapped around your back as the other slid up the back of your neck, his broad palm cradling your head in his grasp, his fingers practically digging into your skin to keep you close as the two of you let yourselves do nothing but hold each other in your teary silence. 

You let one of your hands reach up towards Javi’s face, cupping his jaw and forcing his gaze back on to you, as your thumb traced back and forth along his cheek, wiping away the wetness that had been welling in his eyes. 

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” You asked, waiting until you felt Javi’s head gently nod up and down in understanding in your palm before you continued, “The man you were before doesn’t scare me. If it did, I would have been gone a long time ago. The man you were before has turned you into the man that you’ve become. The man that I want to spend everyday with for the rest of my life. Every good day, every bad day, every painful, hard and shitty day, and every day in between. And I promise that I will spend every last one of those days until the day I die trying my best to convince you that you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if I die trying, then so be it. I love you, Javi. Don’t you ever think for a second that there is anyone out there that I want to spend the rest of my life with more than you, and I won’t ever let you forget it.” 

It was only moments before both of Javi’s hands were cradling your face, gently trembling as they cupped your soft, wet skin as you locked eyes with his, watching his face shift from terrified to bewildered, thinking he must have misheard what you had just said to him. 

“Osita, I-” 

“Promise me.” 

“Promise you what?” 

“Promise me that you believe me. Promise me that you know I love you more than anything.”

There was a part of Javi’s brain that wished he could find something to prove that he couldn’t. To prove he wasn’t worthy of keeping the promise you had made to him. To convince himself that he had no reason to believe he was worthy of the love you had given him.

But the truth was, for the first time that he could remember, as he looked down at you, the woman who had taken his life and forever changed it for the better, who had helped to heal him in ways he didn’t know he needed, who had cared for him in ways he never thought he deserved, and who had stood by him even as you learned about the ugliest parts of him he never thought he’d forgive himself for, Javier Peña finally realized he had learned what it was like to be worthy of love. 

You had made him realize he was worthy of being loved. 

A small gulp slid down his throat between his shaky breaths, taking a moment to soak in everything about you, before letting his lips ghost across yours as a quiet whisper left his mouth. 

“I promise.” 

And just like that, his lips crashed into yours with a ferocious and tender passion, soaking in every ounce of the sweet flavor of you, a taste he knew he would never tire of, one that he craved like nothing else. 

“I love you, Osita. Fuck, I love you so much.” Javi moaned between your kisses, praying with every bone in his body you knew how much he meant it. 

“I love you too, Javi.” The hot breath of your words danced across his lips before they were crashing together once again, his tongue swiping between your parted mouths as he ran his hand down your back and around your waist, pulling you so close you were convinced your bodies were going to melt into one as you pressed against his broad chest, now needily grasping at fist fulls of his shirt. 

In that moment, it was like the two of you could feel something in the air change. The tension lifting, the frustrated fog fading, the both of you desperately needing the other to know how much you loved them. The Javi you knew and loved had come back, returning home to you. All of the fear and sadness was replaced by a rampant desperation to know how much you needed him, almost as much as he needed to show you how hopelessly he craved you, too. 

With your bodies still tangled together, your kisses became messier and sloppier as you backed your way towards the door that lead inside, stumbling and trampling over each other’s feet without any regard for where you were headed until you felt your back bump against the kitchen island, the rounded edges of the countertop stopping you in your tracks as Javi caged you between his broad figure and the island. 

Both of your hands were now feverishly roaming across each other’s bodies before Javi had run his hands down your thighs, hoisting you up to sit on the countertop, planting hot, wet kisses across your neck and collarbone while his fingers crept under the hem of your dress, his palms sliding up and down your legs, digging his fingers into your flesh. 

“Javi…” You whimpered, letting your eyes close and head fall back as he sucked at your pulse point, leaving you with one hand bracing yourself against the edge of the counter and the other with your fingers wrapped around the navy fabric of Javi’s shirt, clinging on for dear life. 

You eyes opened, and gaze shifted downwards as you felt Javi pull away from your grasp, watching him drop to his knees, slotting himself between your parted legs and kissing the inside of your thighs while his hands tugged at the waistband of your already soaked underwear, hastily shuffling them to fall down your legs and pool at your ankles. His needy kisses up your thighs crept closer and closer to your core as your legs draped over his shoulders, kneeling before you like you were the altar of everything he worshiped as his deep brown eyes looked up at yours, like he was begging for forgiveness for his sins. 

“I’m so sorry, Osita. I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. Fuck, I love you so much. Let me show me how much I love you. Please, baby. Please let me show you how much I need to be yours.” 

Your response was nothing but a ragged moan as you felt his hot breath hovering over your cunt before letting long, flat licks of his tongue drag through your folds, each swipe pressing firmer than the last, lapping up the arousal dripping from your entrance like a sweet nectar. With one hand still white knuckling the edge of the countertop, the other shot down to bury itself in the dark curls of Javi’s thick locks, tugging at ends to find some place to ease your tension as he began to flick and swirl his tongue relentlessly against your clit, lapping you up like a man starved. 

“Oh fuck Javi- fuck- you feel so good, baby.” You moaned, raking your fingers along Javi’s scalp as you watched his head bob nestled between your legs, feeling the low hum of satisfaction thrumming in his throat as he began to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves, latching his lips around your clit as his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt. You could already feel the tingle beginning to grow at the base of your spine and spread to your legs as Javi found every sweet spot that he knew made you lose all control, desperate to make you feel how much he needed your love and forgiveness. 

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let go for me baby, I’ve got you.” Javi hummed before diving back between your legs, tightening his grip around your thighs as his tongue danced around your clit relentlessly. It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm begin to flood your body, pleasure crashing through you as you cried out his name, a death grip clutching around the counter and Javi’s dark locks. Javi worked you through your high, drinking up the juices of your slick as you came, feeling your legs tremble as they stayed slung over his broad shoulders, not stopping until your body was shaking and your whimpers and moans had become so wrecked, he had no choice but to stop to relish in the blissed out, dripping mess he had made you. He would have loved to stay like this forever, watching you become more and more wrecked beneath his tongue, the want, no, need, to be buried inside your heat, getting lost in your wetness and warmth, savoring in the way no one else would ever be able to have you like he did, to know that you were his. 

Javi worked in a determined silence, rusting with his belt buckle until the metal clangs of it opening had his pants and boxers in a puddle around his ankles, splaying kisses across your neck as he slid you towards the edge of the counter, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising intensity. He stroked himself a few times as he lined his cock up with your entrance, guiding his tip through the glistening arousal covering your folds, leaving his dick shiny with your slick as you whimpered into his skin. 

“Javi… Please, baby. I need you.” You whimpered, instinctively bucking your hips towards him, desperately craving him to ease the achy emptiness between your legs. 

Resting his forehead against yours, the dark, damp curls of his hair brushed your skin, the hot and heavy heat of each of your shaky breaths melting into one another’s as your lips ghosted his, only fully meeting yours to catch the moan that had escaped your mouth as he pushed himself into your heat, letting himself bottom out, his tip brushing against your cervix. You couldn’t help but wrap your legs around the small of his back and drape your arms over his shoulders, desperate to have your bodies needily tangled and intertwined together as you savored in the sweet sting and stretch of his fullness. 

He began to rock his hips, letting his cock drag in and out of your cunt, taking his time with each stroke, the movement making you dig your fingernails into the fabric of his shirt stretched over his muscular back, in turn, making the grip he had around your waist even tighter, his fingers buried in the soft flesh of your stomach where his hands had crept under your dress. 

The way he punched up into you, perfectly pounding against your g-spot with each thrust, combined with the way the hairs at his base rubbed along your clit, already had the inevitable coil beginning to tighten in your belly. You dug your nails deeper into Javi’s skin, grasping for the damp curls at the nape of his neck, your whimpers growing louder and more desperate with each stroke as you could feel yourself beginning to crumble beneath him. 

Each stroke seemed to become deeper and fuller than the last, Javi’s pace now climbing in speed and intensity as he felt your cunt clench tighter and tighter around his cock, knowing that familiar feeling meant you were coming closer to your end. You could barely muster anything but a whimper, your soft pleads and begs going straight to his dick as he slid and out of your wet heat. 

“Fuck baby, don’t stop- ahhhh- please don’t stop, I’m so close.” 

The lewd sounds of skin hitting skin and low, ragged moans echoed against the bare walls of your unfinished kitchen as Javi fucked deeper and deeper into you, singing sweet, soft praises against your skin between locking your lips with yours. 

“Fuck- Dámelo, Hermosa (Give it to me, beautiful). Need to feel you soak my cock before I fuck you full of me. It’s okay mi amor- mierda- té tengo. (my love- shit- I’ve got you.) I’ve always got you. Forever.” 

You could feel your legs lock even tighter around Javi’s waist as heat began to bloom in your belly, only needing a few more thrusts as you rolled your hips against his before your mind went blank and vision went white, your orgasm crashing through your body and flooding every inch of you with pleasure so intense, you could feel yourself going limp in his grasp. 

“Fuck, Javi, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god-ahhhhhhhh-” You whimpered as Javi fucked you through your high, now desperate to chase his own as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, pounding into you as your walls gripped around his cock like a vice. Your warmth and wetness consumed him, only needing a few more pumps before he could feel himself following suit, hissing through gritted teeth as incoherent babbles spilled from his lips. 

“There it is, baby. Fuck- fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. I love you so much, Osita. Con todo mi corazón. (With my whole heart). Oh fuck- I’m yours forever. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum to, oh fuckkkkkk.” 

With one last thrust, Javi finished buried deep inside you, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls as a slick mixture of spend leaked down your thighs, leaving him panting while he slumped into your shoulder, his chest heaving with labored breaths, trying to compose himself. Bracing himself with one palm flat against the counter next to your hip, his other hand reached up to your face, brushing away a piece of stray hair back into place before gently cupping your cheek as he spoke. 

“Osita, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I didn’t mean what I said earlier, I just- fuck- I’ve never been so sure of anything, but when we were at golf today, Steve brought up Lorraine, and I- I just was so scared I was gonna fuck everything up again, and I-” 

“Oh God, he brought up Lorraine?! Jesus. I knew it. I knew this was Steve’s fucking fault.” You sighed, quietly laughing to yourself as you shook your head. 

“Wait, how did you-” 

“Because it just seemed so strange that you were acting like this all of a sudden. You got back from golfing with him and it was like you were a different person. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I was freaked out and panicking wondering what happened because you’ve never acted like that before. That, and because I love Steve, but he’s an idiot.” The two of you were both now laughing, Javi rubbing his hand over his face before rolling his eyes, wondering to himself how he had really let his friend’s stupid comment get the best of him. 

“I’m so sorry, Osita. I should have just ignored it, I just hadn’t thought about it in so long and I was so terrified to mess everything up again. It would kill me to hurt you like that.” His thumb circled around your cheek as he tilted your gaze to meet his, sincerity and remorse swirling in the dark pools of his chocolate brown eyes. 

“Javi, listen, if this is moving too fast, or it’s too much for you, I want you to be able to tell me, I understand if-” Before you could finish your sentence, Javi’s lips were planted tenderly against yours, pulling away from your mouth with a goofy grin and satisfied sigh. 

“I promise you, I’ve never wanted anything more. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to marry you,” he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek, “I can’t wait to live in our new house with you,” he grinned, planting another ticklish kiss on your neck, “I can’t wait until we can finally start filling up these empty rooms with little baby Peñas” Javi chuckled, now peppering kisses all over your body, making you erupt in a fit of laughter and giggles, squirming and flailing in his grasp, playfully swatting at him. “I can’t wait to spend every day for the rest of my life with the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He smirked, tilting his head to let your mouths meet again, this kiss filled with a tender passion and intensity unmatched by his previous playful ones. 

It was the kind of kiss that said all of the things that words couldn’t. The kind of kiss that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach like the first kiss you had shared in Maria’s bathroom almost a year ago. The kind of kiss that made you fall even deeper in love with him, even when you thought you couldn’t. 

It was also the kind of kiss  where everything else in the world seemed to melt away and make time stand still, a kiss that you could have stayed lost in forever… unless a certain someone hadn’t forgotten his wallet at your house and needed to come back and get it. 

You were so oblivious to anything else happening around you, that neither you or Javi had heard your front door open, followed by the rushed, impatient footsteps of Steve and Connie, arguing about where Steve could have left his wallet, and how on earth he could have left without realizing it was missing from its usual home in his back pocket. 

“Seriously, Steve, I can’t believe we’re gonna waste a whole hour having to turn around and come back here because you couldn’t remember your wallet!” 

“Con, I told you, it’s right on the counter, I know where it is, lemme just go grab it really quick and then we ca- Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Steve shouted, walking into the kitchen to see you and Javi making out on your island, your dress pushed up well past your legs, and Javi’s bare ass on display from his pants still pooling around his ankles. 

“Ahhhhh!” You and Javi shrieked, practically jumping out of your skin to see Steve’s tall and lanky frame frozen in your kitchen, now scrambling to try and fix your clothes and hair to try and save yourselves at least some dignity. 

“What the hell are you two doin’?!” Steve grimaced, trying not to cackle to himself as Connie rushed up behind him to see what was happening, only to very quickly cover her eyes and turn away from you and Javi. 

“Us?! What the hell are you doing here? Jesus, you ever heard of fucking knocking, Murph?!” Javi groaned, shuffling his pants back up and fixing his hair before helping you off the counter, trying your best to hide your beet red, embarrassed face. 

“I forgot my wallet! Forgive me for thinkin’ you two would keep your hands off each other for long enough to let me come pick it up in peace.” Steve frowned, raising up his hands in defense. 

“I’m sorry! I told him to call you to let you know he was coming to pick it up, but he seemed to think it wasn’t a big deal.” Connie scolded, giving Steve a forceful nudge of her elbow before finally turning back around to face you and Javi, knowing you were at least halfway decent. “God, I love you, but you are an idiot.” 

“You can say that again…” You snickered under your breath, just loud enough to make Javi and Connie join in your laughter, leaving Steve with his arms crossed over his chest, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

“Hey, listen. Call me what you want, but I don’t think you’ll be callin’ me an idiot when you need me to come babysit your 47 kids so the two of you can get some…” He paused gesturing to you and Javi’s disheveled state, “... time to yourselves. Like I said earlier, y’all gotta lot of rooms to fill, and I don’t think you’re gonna have any problem doin’ it.” 

And for as much as you wanted to give Steve the ten pounds of shit he deserved, as you looked up at Javi standing next to you, you couldn’t really even bring yourself to be mad. Because in the end, the only thing that mattered was him- the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. The one who was your future, the one who stood with you through every twist and turn, the one who was your home. What started as a day that had you questioning everything had turned into one that had never made you feel more assured. You knew that Javier Peña loved you more than life itself, and you knew that you were so lucky to spend the rest of your life getting to prove to him over and over that you loved him just as much. 

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[ezzydantes]

You're My Home

Author's Note: The reader and Sanji have been in an established relationship for a while. The last few adventures have put their relationship on the brink of ruin, when he disappeared with Big Mom's crew to save the reader and his nakama... it almost broke you. This is being reunited again. Wanted to do a kind of Valentine theme and who better than our lovesick cook? lol.

Warnings: Violence or mentions of (reader smacks Sanji... he gets a little rough getting her to look at him, bruises from her time being captive from the Vinsmoke males _excluding Sanji_ , NSFW, MDNI, 18+, cursing, dark thoughts on both sides.... a bit AUish in the sense that Sanji isn't really enamored by Pudding, Nami or Robin. Whole Cake Island Arc.

His father's words of insult fell on deaf ears as Sanji caressed your face and leaned in to kiss you. Instinctually you leaned in but turned your face at the last moment as rage began to engulf you. You reared back and landed a blow on his face in the form of your palm. You would never hit him, but dammit he left you behind and was going to marry someone else all for "your sake". He left you to his family's cruelty. You began to walk away again but he grabbed you from behind and pulls you fully to his chest. He holds you close and began whispering in your ear.

The moment you and Sanji landed on the Sunny, he gently sat you down, never breaking his eye contact with you. Tears began to well up in yours as the events of the last week began to catch up with you. You could feel yourself on the cusp of falling off the edge of sanity and embracing the anxiety attack that was rapidly taking over your senses. Your breathe began to speed up as you started to walk away.

Sanji harshly grabbed your wrist trying to keep you from running from him. "Y/n...." the blonde whispered, his blue eyes begging for you to listen.

"You may hate my guts... and honestly I don't blame you... but I left because, I can't live in a world with you gone. I barely survived being separated from you and when that woman... that girl... tried to.. kill you... I lost it", he exhaled as he manhandled you into turning around to face him, holding your wrists against his chest with one hand and pulling you even closer with the other, "Don't forget you left me and stayed behind in Dressrosa. I begged you to come with me..."the cook growled.

"You don't know?" Nami questioned causing Sanji to look at her "Your brothers took y/n... your dad had her imprisoned the whole time.... not just when me and Luffy got caught..."

Your lover's grip got tighter as he pulled you even more closer. His grip around you was making it hard to breathe as he lifted your chin up. "Did they touch you?"

You shuttered at the look in his eyes. "Baby.... did they touch you?" The cook hissed as he desperately began looking over your body. "I'll kill them of they hurt you..."

"Sanji... you really didn't know? They had me almost as long as they had you and...", you clang to him. You take took the hem of his shirt and wiped off the makeup they had you dolled up in to reveal the large bruise on the side of your face. "Who?" Sanji's eyes began to water as he loosened his grip on you.

"Do I have to say who?" You whispered. Your eyes widened when your lover's body engulfed in flames. "No! I just want to leave... I want to leave and just go home... "

"Home? To the Baratie?" The blonde whispered. He knew dragging you along had been a mistake. "No... you're my home... I just want to be home again..." you cried as you buried your face into his chest and squeezed him tight.

He can't help but cry as he held you close and buried his face into the crown of your hair. He failed to protect you from the very people who used to torment him as a child. He swore he'd keep you safe from now on and... you were home for him as well... in your embrace was where he felt safest and at peace. Your Prince picked you up bridal style and took you back to the bedroom the pair of you shared.

He started to undress you, watching your breathe hitch with every movement and angry grimace he made upon finding another bruise. "I should go and murder all four of them... then my sister will truly be free... and so would we..."

You took his face into your hands and gently swiped your thumb over where you had hit him. "I never should have hit you..." you quietly apologizedas you lean in and kiss his face, "I'm sorry, Baby..."

"No I'm sorry... put you through Hell and damn near lost you in the process....", the cook's voice broke as he fell to his knees and buried his face in your lap while pulling you into him, "I don't deserve you... I wouldn't blame you if you left after enduring what my family did to you..."

"You've been with me for so long... I didn't think I had to reassure you of my affections.." you whispered, "That's what started this whole mess..."

Your tears fell like the raindrops that Sanji recalled when he was heartbroken to learn not only was he giving you up to save you but the girl whom he was going to pledge himself to was a devious bitch. He had never thought that of a woman before, but she had planned on killing him at the wedding and eventually you... and then you showed up along with the rest of the crew. He clutched you tighter cursing himself when you winced in protest. The bruises from his elder brothers and father still evident on you. He released his grip and began kissing each bruise... the fresher ones he let his lips linger on hoping you'd notice he was aware of your pain and if he could have taken the beatings he would have.

"May I run a bath for you?" He looked up cupping your face. Tears still threatening to spill from his blotchy red eyes. All you could do was shake your head in the affirmative. Your Prince stood up and kissed your head reverently before assuring your death grip on him that he was NEVER leaving you again. You stood and followed him to the communal bath, much to his protest. He clicked his tongue when he realized Robin and Nami were in it, but stood stunned as you moved past him and opened the door to go in. You quickly changed into a towel as he swore through the door he would guard it before slumping down and burying his head into his knees while curling into himself. How could he not know you had been there? What kind of beatings had you endured? Where was his sister during this time and why didn't she say anything to him? She always seemed aloof but always tried to take care of him secretly... did Pudding use her powers to hide you? Making everyone forget you were there at certain instances? Or was his father that good of a fucking liar?

The blonde's thoughts were interrupted by his falling backwards into the bathroom. His face being able to see up the towels the trio of you girls wore. Nami began to lose her shit and started to punch his head but was quickly stopped by your firm hand. "No more hitting my man..." you stated seriously, "I asked that you guys let us have this time alone... please honor that... PEACEFULLY..."

Nami immediately bowed to you and apologized, and apologized to Sanji as well. Robin softly smiled and side hugged you before walking out with Nami trying to calm the girl's nerves from freaking out about you getting upset with her bad habit of hitting Sanji. Assuring her that the two of you can talk about that later. "They need time together... they both went through some pretty dramatic things back there..."

Your lover stayed laying in the floor and covered his eyes to hide his tears of joy from you defending him from the red head's temper for once, albeit he truly didn't mean his actions, once the two of you got together during Skypeia... he never looked at Nami nor Robin the way he looked at you... in all honesty he never had.

You shut the door and walk over to your man, crouching down and wincing as you do so, but grabbing his hand and kissing it nonetheless. It was thankfully still the annoyingly beautiful, softest part of him since he valued his hands with cooking. You can't help but smile at the thought. Sanji sat up blushing at your actions. "Baby?..." he shut his eyes and frowned, "Do I even have the right to call you that anymore?"

***********Nsf... Minors DNI turn back**********

You only smile as you help him sit up more before motioning to have him stand up. Once he does you unbutton his bloodied, makeup stained shirt, he quickly stopped your hands about to protest until he saw your pissed expression. He quickly put his hands up in mock surrender and blushed as you continued to undress him.

"You're MINE... Sanji... " you huffed as you roughly pulled his shirt off, "I think we need to remind each other that we belong to one another... I will have no one else but you..."

The cook's eyes immediately changed to the Stormy blue you loved... the bedroom eyes he only had for you. He cupped your face gently... aware of the big bruise on the left side... "I only want you... you're my home too... and I'm sorry I ever thought I was no longer welcome 'in it'. I'll never want anyone the way I want you, Love... and while I want nothing more than to shower you in decadence... I'm a chef... for the Future King of the Pirates..."

You smiled as the man you fell in love with began to shine through some more. It gave you more courage to unbutton his slacks and place your hand down his pants... surprised to feel him hard and wanting for you... the precum soaking through his boxers... you crushed your lips against his, hissing while pulling back. His blue eyes hard on you, he wiped off the makeup around your mouth to reveal your busted lip. You began to turn away and his soft hands, those lustrous soft things you loved so much gently touched your face as a thumb ever so gently inspected the wound. "If I ever see them again... I'll strangle them myself... them TOUCHING you... "

"Stop..." your voice cracked, "I KNOW all too well now what you endured as a child... I'm not trying to fix you, Lover..."

"You already have.... I don't need them... I don't want them!" He shouted, "I only want you! I only need you... I told you sooo many times before... I'm safest with YOU... I'm BEYOND in love with you... let me show you..."

Before you could protest he has you on the bathroom floor... gently nestled in his embrace. "I NEED to taste you... I haven't had a taste in so long...and I didn't want that GIRL they presented... I wanted MY WOMAN... "

Your Prince had you in his mouth before you could say another word and he began to devour your cunt the way he did before.... ravenous... as a man who hadn't ate in weeks as he always did... All you could do was throw your head back and moan his name... "Sanjiiiiii....."

Your cook made quick work of your cunt as he slurped up your juices. "Baby... God... ha... I missed your pussy...."

"Sanji... ha... ah...God I missed you filling me up... please...." you moaned. You were tongue fucked outta your mind and your man did not fail to deliver. You were coming within a minute of his command to lose yourself. He was the only one to command you as such. But he didnt give you anytime to relax from your high as he begged to enter you. He wasn't done and you knew he needed release too so you consented to him fucking you through your orgasm causing another and then a third... he was begging for a fourth but you were spent and being the kind lover he had always been he pulled out and spent his seed all over your stomach. He quickly got a towel and wiped you up before putting you bridal style in the bath.

You contemplated his actions and stared at him as he got in the spring of the communal bath with you before pulling you into his chest.

"A baby?" You asked nonchalantly as you leaned into your lover's chest. "He or she would alter your dream of the All Blue... you'd think I was safer on land...."

"I need to fix what I have now... if a baby is in our future, I gladly welcome them.... but for now I need you to remember NO matter what.... you're my home... and I'm yours..." Sanji smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and began swimming in the bath holding you against him... "You're home... and I want nothing else..."

#one piece #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji

[bellaxgiornata]

Yes, I know. Another one. But as an ex-wedding photographer I love writing wedding fics. So for anyone curious about a teaser for this upcoming short, short series, there's an unedited snippet below the cut.

The entire bridal party, along with Marci and Foggy’s immediate family, were staying here for the duration of the weekend's festivities. Tonight you were practicing the rehearsal for the wedding ceremony here at the venue before heading to a nearby restaurant for the rehearsal dinner. Tomorrow was the big wedding day itself, which meant an early morning start for hair and makeup during breakfast, followed by an incredibly long day and probably a drunken evening. Then on Sunday Marci had scheduled a late morning brunch before everyone departed the manor, allowing a bit more time to visit before the newlyweds left for their honeymoon. Coming to a stop before the large wooden door, you released the handle of your luggage long enough to push it open. Immediately you were met with the sound of voices and loud, boisterous laughter coming from a hall to your right as the door swung wide into the foyer. Though as you began to pull your suitcase into the building, your ears picked up on the sound of a familiar voice. One you hadn't heard in a long time. One that instantly put you on edge. It was annoying that he was here. Of course you'd expected it–Marci had warned you ahead of time–but actually seeing him again this weekend was going to be another story.  Matthew Murdock. The cocky fuck boy of Columbia who thought he was smarter than you, always going out of his way to show you up and point out your every mistake because one time you had embarrassed him by correcting him in class. He was an asshole, always so irritatingly ethical for a man who slept around without a care for anyone's feelings. Though of course he'd never flirted with you, always choosing to argue with you instead. And when graduation day had come, he'd certainly rubbed it in your face that he'd been top of the class.  Though what he hadn't known was that you'd spent most of your time busting your ass working at a coffee shop just to try to pay what scholarships wouldn't cover of your tuition while your mother was struggling with a cancer diagnosis. Thankfully she'd gone into remission not long after you'd graduated, but still, Matthew Murdock had made college miserable for you on top of everything you had going on. And you'd despised him for it. So you certainly weren't excited to see him this weekend.

#sneak peak teaser #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock

[jadedrrose]

Becoming One

A cute little wedding fic for Law! I made a visual thing for this, you can find it here. I plan on making a part 2 to this, possibly with smut. We’ll see ;)

Warnings: pure fluff. Fem reader, she/her pronouns and the word “wife” are used. It’s 5 am and I’m sleepy so I hope there’s no mistakes lol

The anticipation was killing you. Spending most of your day cooped up in the Strawhat girl’s quarters was nice for a while, but the longer you sat in there, the more you wanted time to somehow speed up, move impossibly fast up until the time of the ceremony; and then you’d want time to nearly freeze.

As you sat at the vanity, Nami doing your hair and Robin helping with  your makeup, Ikkaku pulling all of your clothing for the evening out, you stared deeply into your own eyes, wanting nothing more than to get to Law and finally become one with him. But at the same time, you feel nervous, anxious that the entire thing would fly by and become a simple fleeting memory that you’d struggle to remember fully in the future. 

You were at least thankful for the snail-cameras that would help capture moments of the day permanently. 

Trying to refocus your attention onto something other than your worries, you lazily watched as Robin’s hand moved back and forth in front of your face, dusting a light blush onto your cheeks. Rather than the feeling of your bridal robe suddenly feeling too constricting, you focused on the feeling of Nami’s fingers running through your hair as she styled it to your liking, pinning white flowers to the golden ivy headpiece you wore, 

As the two of the Strawhat girls wrapped up their work on your hair and makeup, Ikkaku came over with a set of jewelry for you to wear. A simple golden necklace with a small pearl attached to the center, and a pair of golden dangle earrings that glimmered underneath the light in the room. She gently pulled the necklace around your neck, locking it in place for you from the back. You then took the earrings from her with shaky hands, practically trembling as you put them on. 

Lastly, you turned around to sit the opposite direction on the plush velvet stool, slowly looking up as your eyes fluttered open from a short moment of having them closed. In front of you was your dress. You’d picked it out, of course, but seeing it waiting for you to put it on and the thought of actually getting married in it had you tearing up.

“Y/n, don’t cry yet,” Nami offered a small laugh, “You’ll ruin the makeup before we can even get you in the dress.”

“Sorry… I just can’t believe it,” you breathed, taking it all in as you stood up to begin getting properly dressed.

The dress was handed off to you, and you took it behind the dressing screen, hooking the hanger up top the screen to free your hands as you untied the silk ties of your white robe. Not wanting to dirty it, you folded it up and set it aside before taking in a deep breath to attempt to ground yourself.

Before removing the dress from its hanger, you looked over at yourself in the mirror, pinching and pulling at the white lingerie you’d picked to wear underneath the dress. It wasn’t anything crazy or scandalous looking, but you still felt nervous in it. The bra was of course strapless and thin so that it wouldn’t be visible from underneath your dress, but even still you felt as though you weren’t covered enough. Same could be said about the lace panties and garter belt on your thigh, only they were slightly thicker. Would Law like it? Will he think I look pretty enough…? With a shake of your head, you forgot any thoughts about not looking good enough and moved to get your dress.

You easily slipped into your dress, holding it up as you stepped out, turning around so the girls could help tie up the corset back.

Nami moved your hair aside with great carefulness, not wanting to mess up her previous work. Robin and Ikkaku began to work at the laces, looping them up correctly before tugging the corset closed, finishing it off with a bow that hung down your backside.

As they did so, Nami grabbed your heels and Robin readjusted your jewelry. You stepped into the heels and took in a deep breath as you turned to the mirror, almost afraid of seeing the entire thing put together.

With wide eyes, you stared at the image reflecting in front of you, bringing one hand up to your lips in surprise.

You looked gorgeous.

On each side of you, the girls looked over the outfit and the three of them nearly began crying themselves.

“You guys can’t cry, cause then I’ll cry,” you said with shaky breaths, a smile breaking out on your delicately painted lips. 

“‘m not crying, my eyes just burn,” Ikkaku chuckled, wrapping an arm around your right, holding you close. 

Nami and Robin joined in, wrapping you in a warm loving embrace. 

“You look absolutely amazing,” Nami giggled, resting her head on your shoulder. “Law would have to be blind to think otherwise,” she joked.

“Traffy isn’t that mindless,” Robin added. “He’s a smart man, to marry someone as beautiful as you, y/n.”

“Mhmm,” Ikkaku hummed in agreement, “Captain doesn’t just do things without reason. Clearly, this is something he really wants. And honestly, the crew kinda knew before you…”

“Knew what?” you raised an eyebrow, confused.

“That he wanted to marry you. The amount of times we had to cover his ass while he searched for rings on every island, threatening cleaning duty for a month if we let anything slip to you,” she clarified. “It’s cute, honestly. He’s so in love with you.”

“S-stop it,” you shyly mumbled, blushing at your friends’ words. 

“Alright,” Nami smiled warmly. “It’s nearly time. Let’s get dressed and get y/n to her husband.”

With that, the three girls left you to get into their bridesmaid dresses, and you found yourself grinning to yourself at the thought of Law being mere moments away from becoming your husband.

–

“This is insane,” Law sighed, looking over all the pieces that went to his suit. “So much shit to put on when I’m gonna end up shirtless anyway.”

“Captain! You have to be formal!” Shachi scolded, pointing a finger at Law. 

“Yeah! Y/n wouldn’t be too pleased to see you show up in just pants and shoes.”

“She wouldn’t be marrying me if that were true,” Law rolled his eyes. “But I’m gonna put it on… we’ll just have to see how long it lasts.”

As Law began adding the layers of clothing to his top half, the boys started making bets with each other on how long it would take before Law took it all off.

 “I’m betting on two hours!”

“Two?! I’d be impressed to see him last one…”

Law shook his head with a light smile, pulling on his coat and putting on any final pieces.

“Well?” 

They all turned around, smiles lighting up on their faces as they began shouting and jumping, cheering Law on and hyping him up.

“Captain! You look great!” Bepo started, holding his paws up to his face.

Penguin began whistling and the three of them broke out into obnoxious laughter, Law watching them with a smirk, letting out a chuckle.

Grabbing his hat and putting it on, he headed out from the room with the boys following behind him.

–

It was nearly sunset, indicating that it was time for things to get started. The deck of the Thousand Sunny was decorated for the occasion, mixes of white flowers with light yellows and your favorite color adorning every inch of the ship. All courtesy of Franky, of course.

Law stood at the side of the deck, arms crossed as he anxiously waited for the wedding to start. With the sky turning a nice dusty shade of pink, the deck suddenly went silent as Brook began playing his violin.

It was a sweet, soft melody that played as the doors to the girls quarters opened, and out came Nami, Robin and Ikkaku, soon followed by you emerging from the room, a bouquet of flowers in your hands as you looked down at your feet, carefully walking up to the grass on the deck. Law felt his breath hitch as he captured the sight of you, dressed in the most elegant white garments he’d ever seen, all heightened by your beauty. And when you finally looked away from your feet, eyes moving up to meet his, Law swore that you looked like an angel, an ethereal being that he couldn’t believe was about to be his wife.

When you finally reached the little makeshift altar, it felt as though time had completely come to a halt, freezing the entire world around you. LIke nobody but you and Law existed, nothing but two lovers peacefully gazing at each other with adoration. 

“It’s too bad I can’t kiss you yet,” you lightly laughed with tears in your eyes, a bright and warm smile on your face as you looked into Law’s gray eyes.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Law breathed, quiet enough that nobody would be able to hear your conversation over the music.

And just as the music quieted down, you mouthed an “I love you” to Law, who nodded in return before you both turned to face your audience, taking the image of everybody in. With another moment, you turned back to each other, preparing to say your vows quietly, at Law’s request. He’d said something about only wanting you to hear his words of intimacy, because no other being on the planet deserved it. Just you. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, flattered that he thought so highly of you, it was like he practically worshiped you.

With that, it was time to start.

You desperately tried to reel in everything, letting the moment sink in so that it wouldn’t all become a blur. You listened intently as Law stumbled over his words, finding it endearing that he was so flustered because of you. Then it was your turn, and you did no better, nearly forgetting what you were supposed to say.

But you got the words out, and as soon as you did, Law slipped a ring onto your left hand, you then sliding a golden band onto his tattooed finger, watching lovingly as it slipped over the inked ‘E’.

And then finally, it came time to kiss and seal everything officially.

You knew Law was typically shy about showing physical intimacy in public, but today he surprised you, holding your jaw with one hand as he wrapped the other around your waist, bringing you close to him. Your hands landed against his chest, gently clutching at the fabric as you fluttered your eyes shut, angling your face upward, allowing your lips to meet his; a roar of cheers that sounded muffled to you, too engulfed in becoming married to Law, followed.

After a brief moment that despite feeling like it lasted hours, you wished it had lasted longer, Law just barely pulled away and looked down at you, a handsome smile on his lips. 

“I love you, Trafalgar Y/n,” he muttered, lips barely brushing against yours as he pulled you in for one more kiss, holding you tighter than he’d ever held you before.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #one piece x reader

[demonicbaby666]

It’s Always Been You

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Emma Swan x Regina Mills

Genre: Smut, fluff and a bit of angst (not too much though)

Words: 4.9k+

Summary: Regina and Emma have had an interesting relationship over the past few years, one that they don’t often talk about and have left only to memories. But before her wedding, Emma’s thoughts become too loud, and the past makes an appearance.

A/n: Not beta read so I apologise if there are any mistakes! There was going to be one additional flashback that I lacked the motivation for… but I’m interested to know if anyone will be able to figure out where ;)

Emma sits in front of the vanity, eyes raking over her barely furnished room from behind her in the mirror. It feels empty, hollow.

Her whole life, she has dreamt of having her own home and a family, both of which she’s acquired. So for her life, she can’t understand why it doesn’t feel right. Ever since she could remember, she’d run away at the first of danger; often finding it around every corner meant she’d never had a place to call her own. It makes sense that the feeling of finally settling down should be comforting. Instead, it feels suffocating, foreign in the worst of ways, and far too final.

Flickering her eyes back to her reflection, she looks at her freshly applied makeup; it’s more than she regularly wears or has ever worn. But the occasion calls for it. After all, it is her wedding day, and Ruby insisted on ‘dolling her up.’ Though when Emma sees herself, dare she say it, it may have been too much ‘dolling up.’

“What do you think?” The brunette asks, admiring her work.

“Ummm, well, it’s,” Emma stammers over her words, thinking how best to break the news to Ruby, “It’s-”

“Oh dear god,” Regina screeches from the doorway. Both younger women turn their heads, watching Regina move toward where they are sitting. She studies Emma’s face, making no effort to hide her grimace, “What have you done to her? She looks like she’s about to perform at a drag show, not walk down the aisle.”

Emma tries not to cringe at the older woman’s harsh tone, failing miserably when she sees Ruby roll her eyes and walk off. Of course, she won’t admit it, but she’s grateful for the fact she doesn’t have to be one to tell Ruby she’d put a little too much of her own spin on the bridal look.

“May I?” Regina gestures to the stool next to Emma.

“Sure. Could you pass me the wipes? They should be in the first draw.” Emma takes a deep breath, hoping to alleviate some of her nerves on the exhale.

Reaching out, Regina opens the drawer and pulls out the wipes, ready to hand them over until she sees the shaky hand that is held out to receive them. She carefully places the wipes on the vanity instead, earning a confused look from Emma.

“Allow me?” Regina offers, taking a wipe out and bringing it to the thick layer of foundation lying over Emma’s cheek.

Instantly the younger woman relaxes, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of cold against her flushed face. It’s an added bonus that now and then, Regina’s soft fingers are brushing against her skin, and Emma lets herself lean into them. She allows herself to get lost in distant memories.

Regina had gone below deck. She didn’t want anyone to see her in her current state, which - put nicely - was a complete wreck. She’d just lost the one person she’d promised herself she’d always protect, Henry.

“We’re going to get him back,” Emma said, walking in, trying to reassure the nervously fidgeting brunette.

Regina quickly looked up to see Emma walking towards her on the bed. She fixed her posture and cloaked her worries behind her trusty emotionless mask, “I know we are.” she snapped.

“Do you ever let anyone see the other side of you?” Emma asked as she sat down next to Regina, ignoring the look she received in response.

“Care to elaborate on what you mean by ‘other side,’ Miss Swan?”

Emma raised her hands, sensing from Regina’s death glare she was hitting a nerve, “What I mean is, the softer side, the vulnerable side of you that you spent years trying to bury. Others might buy the stone-cold act, but you can’t fool me.”

“And why do you think you know me so well, Miss Swan?” Regina asked, burying her newfound vulnerability behind a look of disgust.

“Stop with the Miss Swan.”

“Or what, Miss S-”

Frustration got the best of her, and in the blink of an eye, Emma had Regina pinned down on the bed, pushing the older woman’s wrists into the mattress on either side of her head. She stayed still for a few seconds, not entirely understanding what had come over her.

In the time spent staring, Emma studied Regina’s features. The little crease that formed between her eyebrows, that were now furrowed, and her chestnut eyes - which held an abundance of unspoken secrets and fears - that were wide open. Emma swore she saw a tinge of curiosity within them alongside the apparent shock. Regina’s lips were parted ever so slightly as she took in rushed but tiny breaths, and before Emma even thought she could pull away, those very lips trapped her in a trance-like state.

Realising kissing the human version of a brick wall may be unappealing, Emma moved her lips in rhythm with Regina’s, and what started as obligatory reciprocation turned into voluntary instigation. Emma’s hands roamed Regina’s arms, her nails clawing ever so slightly into supple skin in retaliation to Regina capturing her bottom lip between her teeth.

Neither knew who broke away first, too breathless to contemplate or care. They stared at one another, mouths agape as the realisation of what they’d just done dawned on them. Emma thought for sure she’d fucked up. There was no way they could make amends after this or even look one another in the eye. Then Regina did something unexpected. She fluttered her eyes shut, wrapped her arms around Emma’s neck, and anchored her back down.

Emma let it happen. She didn’t know why. In fact, she didn’t even want to know why. All she knew and felt were soft plum lips, and she willingly yielded to their power. The kiss quickly grew more and more fierce. With Regina’s hands around her neck, pulling her closer and closer, Emma finally let go. She pressed her body against Regina’s, relishing in the small moan from the brunette as their clothed breasts pressed against one another.

Regina knew she should stop. She knew what they were doing was wrong and inappropriate. Emma’s whole family was right above them, for god's sake. But it was hopeless. Her hands had a mind of their own, latching onto Emma’s soft curls and accepting her eager tongue into her mouth. Once the exploration took place, hearing the blonde moan into her mouth as she tasted her for the first time, all hopes of turning back were crushed.

From that moment on, both women were overtaken by desire. Their hands were all over each other. Emma’s knee nestled between Regina’s legs, which Regina instantly appreciated, grinding against it to relieve herself of the growing tension. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. And something told her Emma wouldn’t have a problem delivering.

Emma’s lips travelled down Regina’s jawline before reaching her neck and sucking over her pulse point, smiling at the small moan Regina let out. She ran her tongue over the bruised patch of skin while her hand snaked under the brunette's shirt, cupping and kneading her breasts.

Unbuttoning the silk shirt, Emma trailed a path of kisses further down Regina’s body, down to her black bra. Her fingers danced over the newly exposed skin, imprinting the feel of the toned flesh into her mind, not knowing if this would not only be the first but also the last time she’d have the pleasure.

They were limited on time, which meant there wasn’t much wriggle room for gracefully undressing each other, “Can you… ummm…” Emma sat up and looked down at Regina’s trousers as she began fiddling with her own.

Regina smirked and waved her hand. The sudden shiver that ran down Emma’s spine alerted her to the missing jeans she’d previously been trying to take off. When she looked down, she noticed Regina's clothes were no longer present, along with her own.

Emma went straight to work. She lowered herself back down, laying atop Regina and kissing her once more. Her tongue quickly slipped into the parted, plump lips, and she explored the hot, wet cavern until she had to come back up for air. Emma was privy to Regina’s slick arousal on her thigh, and the moment her lips made contact with the older woman’s neck, she felt her wetness glide over the expanse of her thigh.

At this point, the brunette was a mess, grinding down helplessly on Emma’s thigh, searching for friction, holding blonde locks tight as Emma moved southwards to her breasts. She let out a whimper when Emma finally took a pert nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling mercilessly. She used her other hand to cup the neglected breast, squeezing it in pulses before pinching Regina’s nipple between her fingers.

Emma didn’t know when she stopped thinking, let herself become overtaken by the thralls of passion, or when all thoughts of what she was doing became unimportant. But then again, she didn’t seem to care, not when there was a pair of perfectly toned legs wrapped around her head, and soft mewls came from above her. So, she fell back into a rhythm, rejecting the rigidity that tried to coax her body into feeling guilty, and she re-focussed her energies on pleasing the goddess who was letting her body be worshipped.

Before long, Regina’s climax was cresting. Quieted moans had grown into unrelenting cries of pleasure, and her sorry attempts at silencing them with her hand were woefully unsuccessful. Emma didn’t mind. She’d come to realise they may be her new favourite sound, a song she’d replay in her mind night after night alone in her room, where no one could judge her and where no one could see how her body reacted to the sweet melody of moans accompanied by soft waves crashing outside, the taste of the salted sea and Regina still dancing on her tongue months later.

Her tongue moved more ferociously, and instantly she saw Regina topple over the edge. Her chest rose towards the water-stained ceiling, the grip on her hair tightened almost painfully, and the firm legs around her head trembled with each stroke of her tongue over the brunette’s spent clit. After a few more seconds, Regina shimmied away, tugging lightly on Emma’s blonde locks.

“Stop.” She shakily breathed out.

Emma didn’t want to. She’d just discovered her true purpose in life, and she swore if she were denied the right to pry those sounds from Regina one more time in the next few minutes, she’d go crazy.

She took the risk and pulled away, crawling back up Regina’s body with speed and determination. Emma brought her lips back down to Regina’s, smiling as the brunette was temporarily distracted by the taste of herself on Emma. And that’s when she struck. She quickly slid two fingers into the older woman’s sex, coming back to life when she heard familiar sounds spill from Regina.

“Oh god,” she groaned, “Yes, Emma, like that.”

Emma suddenly understood what it felt like to be an addict, to be painfully aware that no matter how much of something you got, it would never be enough. She also knew that she’d take what she was given and, right now, happily accepted that she was given the opportunity to be greedy.

To graciously thank Regina, she thrust her fingers into the brunette's tight walls faster, curling them each time to hit the particular spot previous lovers neglected. Chants of yes’s, followed by obscenities Emma had never thought she'd hear from Regina, gave the younger woman some idea that she was on the right track to giving Regina her second orgasm.

When Regina brought her hands to Emma’s back, scratching the surface of her porcelain skin with ten scarlet lines, Emma lost it. Her fingers moved with vigour and one single purpose. Her lips ravished Regina’s neck with reckless abandon, leaving in their wake angry plum blotches. She didn’t care. She wanted one thing. They both wanted one thing.

And that’s when Regina’s vision went black, and the world around her faded. The only thing she knew, the only thing she wanted to know, was Emma’s lips on her, Emma’s hands on her, Emma’s sweaty skin on her.

They never brought up what happened that day. Not when Regina caught the looks between Emma and Hook, not when they found Henry, not when for a few seconds, it seemed like just the three of them against the world, and not when they returned to Storybrooke and Regina felt the loneliness creep back up and return to her.

Emma expects the absence of chatter to allow the voices in her head to intensify and engulf her once more, yet, here with Regina, the silence is comfortable and easy to enjoy. It’s the calm she has been looking for. That’s until her mother enters the room sometime later, puffy-eyed from the last few hours spent crying.

“I saw Ruby leave. Everything okay?”

By this point, Emma’s makeup is finished. It’s elegant and simple. Her cheekbones are accentuated, the green of her eyes shining in contrast to the red lipstick that paints her smile as she looks in the mirror (much happier and calmer than the last time she gazed into it).

“Emma…” Snow’s bottom lip wobbles as a fresh set of tears glint in her eyes, “You look beautiful.”

“Don’t start. You’ll set her off too.” Regina half-jokingly says to the brunette.

���I can’t help it.” Snow defends, “You’ll understand when Henry gets married or Emma if you have a daughter of your own, you’ll be crying just as much as I have been.”

Regina doesn’t even need to turn back to Emma to feel her tense at the mention of children. The sanctity has been broken, all thoughts return, and Emma is thrown head-first into a full-blown panic attack. Her breathing becomes unsteady, and tears well in her eyes. Her eyes are helplessly darting around the empty room, trying to find something, anything, to anchor her back to reality. It’s useless. She knows it as her hands start to tremor, and her knee begins bouncing up and down.

She looks to the one person she knows she can rely on, “Regina, get me out of here.”

Regina snaps her head back to Emma, “What?”

“Please.” She begs.

Looking into her watery eyes, Regina’s heart drops to her stomach. There is so much fear and heartache dancing around in Emma’s pleading eyes; all she wants to do is take the blonde into her arms, soothe her, and battle her demons for her. So she does the only thing she can. She poofs herself and Emma to the one place she always finds solace, her vault.

Purple smoke engulfs them, leaving Snow sitting alone on the bed, staring in disbelief at the two empty seats.

“Thank you,” Emma sits on a nearby trunk.

“Are you okay?” Regina asks, shifting her weight from foot to foot, not knowing whether it would be best to embrace Emma - as much as she wants to.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just needed to get away, have a few moments to breathe alone before,” she swallows the lump in her throat, “before the wedding.”

Alone. Regina kicks herself. Emma had asked to get her out of the house, not to keep her company, “I can go.” She says quickly, turning to leave.

Fingers curl around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks and guiding her to turn back around.

“No, stay. Please.”

Looking down, Regina reunites with pleading green orbs, and just as before, she folds. In the low sombre light scattered candles provide, Emma seems so small, young, and vulnerable, and Regina can’t, no, she won’t leave her. If someone held a knife to her throat, she’d have sooner torn their heart clean from their chest before abandoning Emma.

Without knowing what she’s doing, Regina surges forward, crashing her body against Emma’s, pulling her into an unexpected embrace. Greeted pleasantly by slender arms wrapping around her neck, holding her close and in place, she breathes out in relief.

Silence falls over the vault. Light breathing comes from both women being the only sound. Regina traces small circles over Emma’s back, lulling her, feeling the blonde’s chest rise and fall against hers.

She slowly lowers herself onto the trunk, trying to avoid breaking the hug, though it’s unlikely to happen with Emma’s unyielding grip on her. Neither wants to let go; it would seem. It was under different circumstances they’d last shared such close contact. Pulling away means parting with memories - soft moans, sweat-clad bodies, a kind of intimacy they’d found with one another and no one else - that swirl around their conjoined bodies.

“I’ll stay. I promise.” Regina whispers.

And Emma believes her.

“My superpower may not be perfect, but with you, Regina, I can always tell when you’re lying.” Emma triumphantly stated.

Maybe it was the slight smile the younger woman offered or the unmissable adoration in her tone, but Regina couldn’t be annoyed. If it were anyone else stating, quite proudly, she’d lost the power to deceive them, she probably would not be smiling like an idiot in love. That was unimportant, though. And why was that? Because Emma was staring at her, and she was staring at Emma, and they both had that look in their eyes, which meant one thing and one thing alone.

“Even though you know I can’t live without him?”

“There you go, telling the truth again.”

“I missed both of you.” Regina spilt out, caught up in the moment.

Emma smiled, “Another truth.”

The brunette tried not to let her smile falter. Emma didn’t remember her in New York, so how could she miss her?

But then the blonde was up on her feet, sauntering over to her with a gentle yet playful smile on her lips, and her eyes softened, “I missed you too.”

There was no hiding the beam that fell over Regina’s face. Her smile shone brighter, and if she hadn’t turned away, Emma would have caught the faint blush emerging on her cheeks. Gentle fingers under her chin guided her back, and who was she to deny them? Watching Emma lick her lips, she no longer cared how noticeable her flushed cheeks were.

When the younger woman looked down at Regina, her stomach flipped. How the town still managed to think her capable of evil completely bewildered her, she knew Regina would never outwardly admit it, but she saw how it affected her. It only made what she did next much more effortless, telling herself it was their way of comforting each other.

Emma leaned down and kissed her, slowly at first. She kept her caresses light and her lips languid. When Regina wrapped her arms around Emma’s neck, she moved her hands down Regina’s body and cupped her ass, guiding her thighs closer to her waist.

With one content hum from Regina and a smile on her lips, Emma pulled Regina so she was sitting on the edge of her desk. She moved her hands under her dress and traced small circles over bare olive skin, working higher and higher up her thighs.

Regina shivered but didn’t dare pull away. The sigh she let out had little to no bite to it when her body was slowly responding the way it always did when Emma was this close. Her pulse was only getting faster in tandem with the speed and intensity of the kiss. Emma wanted one thing, and it was all too clear to Regina what that was.

By this time, Regina’s dress has practically ridden up to her hips, giving Emma plenty of room. She ran her tongue over Regina’s bottom lip, then sucked it into her mouth as one hand moved to hold the brunette's waist, and the other slid her wet panties to the side.

She used her fingers to part Regina’s delicate folds, dipping them temporarily into her entrance to gather some of the pooling arousal and distribute it over her twitching clit.

“Emma.” Regina breathed softly, and Emma would never tire of hearing her name tumble out of her mouth like that.

Svelte fingers kept working in tight circles until Regina’s hands gripped Emma’s shoulders. She lost all control over her body and mind, whining and whimpering as her ex-nemesis continued to carry her closer and closer over the edge.

Her breath was coming out ragged, and she couldn’t even think, so instead she focused Emma kissing and sucking on her neck and how the blonde was increasing the speed of her movements.

“Emma,” there it was again. This time more desperate, and Emma felt her underwear get further soaked by her own rising desire.

“I know.” Emma hushed.

That afternoon was about creating a potion to remember, but first, they helped each other forget. Forget the son that had forgotten them, forget the man that had kissed and brought them back to Storybrooke, forget the past and present that onslaught havoc on their every waking, every breathing, every godforsaken minute of their existences.

They forgot together.

It’s with great disdain, towards herself, Regina pulls back, feeling herself getting mixed up in what had already come to pass. “Want to talk about it?” She offers, placing her hands in her lap and fiddling with a loose thread on the hem of her dress.

“Not sober.” Emma lightheartedly chuckles, “You’ve got to have something in here.”

“Seriously, Emma. It’s one of the most important days of your life, and you want to get drunk.”

Despite the teasing, Regina stands up, walking over to where she keeps a bottle of liquor. She pours a generous helping into two glasses - she, too, would benefit from some of the stuff - then returns to her makeshift seat and unknowingly hands Emma the liquid courage she needs for what she is about to ask.

Taking what could be considered an overindulgent gulp, Emma shivers as the alcohol burns down her throat, settling when the liquid reaches and warms her stomach.

“Regina, what happened?” She speaks so softly that the question would have gone unnoticed had it not been for the fact Regina is already on high alert.

“What do you mean?” In truth, she knows what Emma’s alluding to, but if there is a slim chance she’s wrong or can avoid the conversation as a whole, she’ll take it.

“Between us,” Emma replies, watching the brunette closely, noticing how she suddenly becomes stiff and unnerved, “I thought we had something.”

The sadness in Emma’s voice throws Regina. Reminding herself that it is, in fact, Emma’s wedding day and bringing up this topic of conversation probably won’t have a terrific outcome, Regina makes another effort to dismiss the question, “Emma, do you want to do this now?”

Where a slight pout is forming on Emma’s face, a scowl takes its place, “Yes, I do.”

“It was a silly mistake that we kept up for far too long. Robin and Hook came along, and we ended it. That’s all there is to it, Emma. I thought we agreed on that?”

“Really, Regina? What we did, what we had. You know it wasn’t just a silly mistake.”

Though it pains Regina, she knows she needs this conversation to end, and for that to happen, she needs to stand her ground, “Emma, it was purely physical. We both knew that.”

“It was never just physical, and you know that. The first day I saw you, everything shifted, not just because of the curse and Henry but because I felt this pull. It was intoxicating. Feuding with you was exhausting yet addictive; I woke up waiting and anticipating your next move every morning. You were all I thought about. God, Regina, that day you came charging at me in your backyard, do you remember?”

“When you mutilated my beloved apple tree? Yes, I remember it quite vividly, Miss Swan.”

“Don’t Miss Swan me,” Emma sasses, but when she turns, she sees the sides of Regina’s lips twitch, a sign she’s indeed used the name not as an insult or a warning but as a way to lighten the mood, and maybe, just maybe, as a term of endearment. It’s refreshing. The name that was once used to instil the fear of god into her now makes her smile and reminisce over a time so different from the one she is now living. A small smile of her own comes to light, and she happily lets it as she continues, “I didn't know whether you were going to kill me or kiss me. I miss that feeling, and I don’t think I’d ever felt more alive than when I was with you.” she pauses, “Then when I’m with you.”

“It wouldn’t have worked out, Emma.” Regina defeatedly sighs.

“How can you say that? We never tried.”

“Because what we started, it was an outlet. It wasn’t real. We found that with other people.”

“Robin isn’t here anymore.” Emma is walking on eggshells here, and she knows it the moment Robin's name leaves her mouth. In fairness, it isn’t the best thing to bring up. That doesn’t matter, though, because it’s still the truth.

“But Hook is. You’ll meet him at the end of an aisle in an hour and start a life together.”

“I don’t want him.” Emma hurriedly spills out, “It’s always been you.”

Now that is one hell of a comeback that neither expects. The words fall out without a second thought, leaving them both speechless for ten seconds.

They sit staring for what seems to be an eternity, letting the confession dangle in the silence until Emma takes it upon herself to shuffle closer to Regina, never breaking eye contact.

“Emma, we can’t do this,” Regina whispers, helplessly trying to hold herself back from pulling Emma against her. It’s all she wants, and she’d be a fool to try and deny it.

Alluring is how Regina would describe Emma’s eyes, the shade of absinthe, and in truth, they, too, were intoxicating, flooding her bloodstream with a sudden disregard for caution and a yearning to be bold, to be reckless, to give in to desire.

“Tell me you didn’t feel anything for me, and I'll stop.” There are only a few inches between the two, and Regina’s mind is too occupied with Emma’s lips and how her hot breath is hitting her lips, and Emma’s lips, and Emma’s lips and Emma’s lips. She can’t answer even if she consciously tries to, which she’s given up on doing.

“You can’t,” Emma mutters, lips ghosting over Regina’s, “because you felt it too.”

Their lips meld together as they always have. Everything happens so quickly. One second there’s space between them, and then it is gone. The only thing Regina knows is there’s a pair of hands gripping her waist for dear life.

Her heart is saying yes and telling her to enjoy what could be their last kiss, but her mind is indifferent. In essence, she doesn’t know what to do.

Logic prevails, as it does most of the time, forcing her to pull away preemptively. “Emma, stop. We’re just going to end up hurting each other.” needing to put space between herself and the blonde who holds so much power over her, Regina stands up and walks over to her mirror, “Everyone I’ve ever been with, they’re gone. It���s like a curse befalls anyone I love. I can’t lose you. Hook makes you happy. That has to be enough.”

How the brunette manages to exert so much willpower, Emma doesn’t know. Then again, impulse control has never really been her thing, which is why she’s struggling with how not to grab Regina and reconnect their lips. She settles for walking over and placing a hand on Regina’s hip.

“Regina, look at me.” She guides Regina towards her. When their eyes meet, she isn’t oblivious to the welling of tears that have gathered, and it pains her to think she’s responsible, “Everyone I’ve ever been with, Graham, Neal, heck Walsh, they’re gone. I’m scared, I was scared. Regina, I care about you. Most of the time, I feel like you’re the only person who gets me, who truly understands me.”

“Emma,” she knows where this is leading, and there’s no coming back once there, “don’t.”

“I love you. I always have.”

Regina could burst out into tears at the certainty in Emma’s voice, how smoothly the words leave her, and at that moment, she falls harder than she’s ever thought possible.

“I love you too.”

When the crack in her throat and the stinging behind her eyes give way to a stream of tears, Emma moves forward, eclipsing the minimal space between two desperate pairs of lips. Emma’s hands fall to the small of Regina’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer to her, while Regina wraps her hands around Emma’s neck. The moment she feels Regina’s lips again sparks burst to life all over her body, sending her into overdrive. She’s drunk. Not on the unfinished liquor sitting forgotten to the side, but on the endorphins that spring to life at finding out the feelings she thought were unrequited are anything but.

“Do you want to do this?” Emma mumbles against Regina’s lips.

Regina lightly kisses Emma before gently pulling away, “This?”

Fearing what she’s asking would be too loud, Emma whispers, “Us?”

“I can’t lose you,” Regina cups the blonde’s face with both hands and runs her fingers over the soft, delicate skin, prompting Emma to hold her tighter.

“Then keep me close, and I promise you, you never will.”

“Okay.” And she seals that promise with a kiss.

#swanqueen #Emma swan #Regina mills #once upon a time #OUAT #swanqueen fanfiction

[demigoddessqueens]

Could you please write something with a short shy reader with yasha? I saw diff prompt you did that was like the reader typically wore a lot of pink, makeup and cute dresses, could that be included as well? Maybe she likes to bake and knit a lot as well? 😭 something about them getting together and having a first kiss together?

Oh yes of course!

For @botanicalbard since last post was gushing about Yasha 💕

Yasha with a shy s/o includes….

At first, she mistakes your shyness for “fear” of her but that quickly dissipates when you pay

“I’m just shy Yasha…., not made of glass.”

Honestly, your cooking is the best she (and the rest of the party plus Essek) have eaten in a LONG TIME!!

The pink and dark contrast does not go unnoticed, especially with your added personality.

Jester thinks it’s entirely adorable, and by default is you and Yasha’s wingman.

Any time you all stop at one of the towns or trading posts, Yasha likes to surprise you with a gift of something pink and frilly to add to your outfit(s).

And makeup is a whole other love language. You teach Yasha how to do yours, which she feels more relaxed doing.

Also, Yasha does like it when you caress her face, offering to do her make-up too.

Yasha ADORES carrying you as well. On her shoulders, bridal carry, you name it.

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[thenewdelhicompany]

We often mistake the loudest voice, as the strongest. Volume does not necessarily equate to being centred in one’s Self. In being grounded. In having a solid foundation. In strength. Some of my favourite women, have showcased their strength without even having to use their words. One look, can silence a room. The Ice Hotel bridal lehenga by The New Delhi Company . . . . Wardrobe: @thenewdelhicompany Photography: @satyandpratha Styling: @fashnavi Makeup: @jiefanbeauty Hair: @melanieguille_ Model: @misskarnawat Jewellery: Vintage (Pratha’s Coll.) Studio: @neighbourhoodstudios . . . #icehotel #bridal #lehenga #bridallehenga #bridalmakeup #bridaljewellery #indianbridalmakeup #indianbridaljewellery #indianbridalwear #indianbrides #indianbridal #indianbridaloutfit #southasian #indianwedding #indian #punjabi #punjabiwedding #punjabisuit #fyp #explore #explorepage #bridal #styling (at The New Delhi Company) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkJan2xvrJC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[st0rmyskies]

The HSH bois have all somehow wound up at Costco.

What items do each of the bois try to sneak into the shopping trolley (cart in freedom lexicon?) without the others noticing?

Freedom Lexicon...

Sky made the mistake of realizing how soft the 25" squishmallow is and now he needs his own entire cart for it.

Twilight claims to be impervious to the allure of big box stores, all up until he finds the 100ct package of vegetarian nuggies. Least he can hide these a little better than Sky can.

Wild found an air fryer that's much too big for their kitchen counters. He sneaks it under the cart anyway.

Warriors has his priorities, and those priorities are looking good at all times. You'll find him in the makeup section. With any luck, Time can leave him behind there.

Four will be on the other side of the store, thank you very much, and when he picks out all the things he plans on buying he's going to need a forklift rather than just a cart.

Legend is going to be fighting some maid of honor and her exhausted bridal party for the last case of clear mason jars. I know you have to put together favors and all, Trisha, but do you know how many wards it takes to keep the townhouse safe??

Hyrule knows that there is no such thing as "enough" bandaids. Neither is there such a thing as "enough" coffee. Time lets him keep both in the cart.

Wind is not immune to propaganda. He'll be reaching for these bagged sn-- Waitwaitwait. "Cashews of Chads"? "Seeds of Victory"??? Does that say "Nuts of Destruction"?? Are these things for real?????

Time legit just came here for toilet paper. And paper towels. Things that you go through a whole hell of a lot of when there are nine entire grown-ass men in your house. Please stop sneaking things into the cart, he can see them. He's not stupid. He is just so tired.

#stormy asks #hsh #townhouse au #i am ordering fucking gamer food this instant

[brioso123]

Which Thing to Put in Your Wedding Day Emergency Kit

It can be difficult to decide what to include in your wedding day emergency kit at first. While you can't predict every possible scenario on your wedding day, it's a good idea to discuss it with your significant other and your wedding planner or coordinator.   

The best bridal emergency kits have bobby pins, duct tape, and everything else to handle any wedding day drama, one mini emergency at a time. We can't guarantee that these items will fix every kind of problem, but they should be enough to at least address the little things and help your wedding run smoothly. So put these necessary but often forgotten items in a tote bag or tackle box and keep them close at hand throughout the wedding day.

Best Makeup Artist provides all the necessary accessories for the bride. So hire a makeup artist to run your wedding smoothly.

The Thing you have Needed most in the Emergency Kit

1. Jewelry Cleaner

Your jewelry must be in pristine condition for your wedding day, so keep a cleaning kit in your carry-on. Peck suggests including a jewelry cleaning device in your emergency kit to deep clean your rings on the morning of your wedding. Request that your maid of honor handle the diamond cleaning while you do your hair and makeup.

2. Phone Chargers 

Taking photos, posting on social media, and surfing the web while doing your hair and makeup can drain your battery faster than you'd expect. This might also be the perfect time to invest in some portable power banks, in case you're not near a power outlet when your phone hits 15%.

3. Q-Tips and Makeup Remover

Use these to correct mistakes and cleanse your face throughout the day. They will be more accurate than a piece of toilet paper you grab from the nearest stall, that's for sure!

4. Small Sewing Kit

Buy a mini sewing kit that includes safety pins and small scissors. You never know when your wedding dress or bridesmaids will catch on. Including this in your wedding emergency kit can put your mind at ease. If something goes wrong, you'll have everything you need right at your fingertips.

5. Cotton Balls or Swabs

Whether your ears are itchy or you need to wipe your cheeks dry, cotton balls and swabs are the perfect wedding day essential. A bridal survival kit is perfect because you'll have everything you need right there. You'll also save time and sanity because you won't need to run to the store for everything.

6. Fabrics

Don't ruin your makeup with free-falling tears, ladies!

7. Clear Nail Polish

This is not only to fix your nails but also to help with indentations in your pantyhose. Swipe a line of clear nail polish over any run and you'll keep it from getting bigger.

8. Water and Healthy Snacks

At some point during your wedding day, you'll get hungry and may not have food on hand, so be sure to include water and healthy snacks for you and your wedding party.

Unsalted nuts, fruit, or a healthy nut bar are all excellent choices.

9. Back Earrings

Anyone who has ever misplaced an earring on a night out understands how inconvenient it is, especially when your earrings are such an important part of your outfit! Pack some extra earrings for you and your bridesmaids so you can wear them all day and night.

10. Mints and Chews

Forget bad breath or coffee breath and save some mints and chews for you and your wedding party.

11. Makeup for Retouches Figure out what product you'll be wearing on the big day during your hair and makeup trial with your glam squad so you can stock up on some travel-size pieces. Your makeup may change throughout the ceremony and reception, but you can keep your look going by keeping a few key items in your bridal emergency kit. Keeping blotting pads, concealer, mascara, and setting spray on hand is a good idea. Best Makeup Artists in Pune will frequently give all products for the bride.

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5 PROMINENT REASONS YOU MAY CONSIDER TO JOIN A TOP MAKEUP ACADEMY IN BANGALORE

The craze of looking beautiful is the underlying reason for the makeup industry. This factor has become a passion among young men and women everywhere. Due to this, you may find many makeup academies in Bangalore. With teams of skilled staff, they offer top professional makeup courses in Bangalore. Before you commit any mistake, you must be cautious about finding the best makeup academy in Bangalore. Such an academy can be your destination for a bridal makeup course in Bangalore.

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4 Must-Know Secrets Before Saying "Yes" to a Chicago Wedding Dress

After contemplating union with your soulmate for so many years now, the magical moment has finally arrived. Your friends and families are all geared up for wedding preparations. From the venue to catering, music to lights – everything is set. But what about your wedding attire? Have you yet finalized it?

If not, then darling, you are running out of time! A bridal outfit is something that you should purchase at least 1 to 2 months ahead of your wedding. You will need a lot of time to work on it. So many things go into making your wedding outfit perfect. And that’s why you need to consider a few things while buying the wedding trousseau.

This blog walks you through the secrets that you must know before laying your hands on one of the finest wedding dresses in Chicago, Illinois.

Tip #1. Minimize your wedding entrail to 3 to 4 persons at the max: Keeping the wedding entrail small will make your shopping experience fuss-free. More people mean more opinions. They tend to create confusion, and you will find it hard to make up your mind. Besides, the ambiance gets chaotic, and other customers may find this irritating. So, you should visit bridal boutiques along with your mother, sisters, or bestie.

Tip #2. Start exploring bridal boutiques in Chicago at least 4 months before D-day: Wedding shopping can be overwhelming and strenuous. There are endless things you need to get hold of. So, last-minute shopping will always turn out to be disastrous. When you have enough time, you can choose from multiple wedding dresses in Chicago. There will be lots of options to explore. Also, you can start shopping for your cute wedding accessories only after buying the wedding gown. And there can be some fitting issues too, that you will have to get altered from a local tailor. So, lay your hands on one of the dreamiest wedding gowns in Chicago months before your special day.

Tip #3. Select the fabric keeping as per the weather conditions around your wedding time: Many brides-to-be commit this mistake. They choose the fabric of the gown as per the current climatic conditions. More often they forget that their wedding is going to take place months later. And thus, they end up feeling uncomfortable on what was supposed to be the most special day of their life. So, if you are planning to gethitched in winter, invest in a warm and heavy bridal attire fabric.

Tip #4. Plan your budget carefully before you set out to buy your wedding dress in Chicago: Know the maximum amount of budget you have to splurge on your wedding gown. Stick to your budget and save money for accessories and makeup sessions in bridal salons in Chicago.

Wrapping up

It is always better to get yourself one of the best wedding dresses in Chicago so that you get enough time to plan your appointment with a popular Chicago bridal salon. If you wish to wrap up the shopping part super soon, then you can head to Winnie Couture. It is one of the premium bridal fashion boutiques that has been catering to the expectations of countless brides for years.

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Renowned Makeup Artist, Jess Maas, Launches Exclusive Online Makeup Course for Aspiring Artists

Aspiring makeup artists worldwide now have the opportunity to embark on a transformative journey in the beauty industry, thanks to the launch of an exclusive online makeup course by none other than the esteemed makeup artist, Jess Maas. With years of experience in the field and a passion for empowering budding artists, Jess Maas has curated a comprehensive program designed to equip students with the skills, knowledge, and confidence needed to succeed in the competitive world of makeup artistry.

The online makeup course, aptly titled "Becoming a Successful Makeup Artist," is a culmination of Jess Maas' expertise and dedication to nurturing talent within the beauty community. Through a series of meticulously crafted modules, participants will delve into various aspects of makeup artistry, from mastering fundamental techniques to building a thriving business.

"At the heart of this course is my commitment to helping aspiring artists unlock their full potential and pursue their dreams in the beauty industry," says Jess Maas. "I believe that makeup is not just about enhancing one's appearance but also about unleashing creativity and self-expression. Through this course, I aim to provide students with the tools and guidance they need to thrive in this dynamic field."

The course curriculum covers a wide range of topics essential for aspiring makeup artists, including:

Skin Prep: Learn about skin tones, preparation techniques, hygiene practices, and more to create the perfect canvas for makeup application. Makeup Application: Master the art of makeup placement, correcting mistakes, and achieving flawless results for various looks, from natural to full glam. Makeup Transition Looks: Explore techniques and trends for creating versatile makeup looks that transition seamlessly from day to night. Mindset: Gain insights into maintaining a positive attitude, networking effectively, and staying inspired in the ever-evolving beauty industry. Building Your Brand: Discover strategies for attracting clients, leveraging social media, and establishing a unique brand identity that sets you apart. Finding Products: Learn how to select the best products within your budget, smart shopping tips, and ensuring longevity in your makeup kit.

Additionally, participants will receive invaluable bonus content, including marketing tips and resources from Jess Maas' manager and marketer, Joana Maas. This bonus material provides practical guidance on branding, marketing strategies, and utilizing affordable tools to grow your makeup business successfully.

Upon completion of the course, participants will receive a Certificate of Completion, enhancing their credibility and professional recognition in the industry. They will also gain access to a private Facebook group for ongoing support, networking, and collaboration with fellow artists.

"Investing in education is key to success in any field, and makeup artistry is no exception," says Jess Maas. "I'm thrilled to offer this online course as a platform for aspiring artists to learn, grow, and ultimately, thrive in their careers."

For those interested in Jess Maas' makeup services, she also offers bespoke bridal and event makeup services tailored to individual preferences and styles. Whether you're walking down the aisle or attending a special event, Jess Maas is dedicated to ensuring you look and feel your best on your special day.

For more information and to enroll in the "Becoming a Successful Makeup Artist" course, visit https://www.jessmaas.com. Spaces are limited, so act fast to secure your spot and embark on a journey towards success in the world of makeup artistry.

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Facials for Brides - Glow Before the Wedding

Your wedding day is fast approaching, and amidst the myriad of details to attend to, achieving a flawless, radiant complexion is undoubtedly high on your list.

When it comes to prepping your skin for the big day, opting for personalized facial treatment is more than just a beauty regimen—It's a commitment to making sure you exude confidence and beauty when you walk down the aisle. Let's delve into the world of facials for brides, exploring why they matter, when to start, and how to make them an integral part of your pre-wedding skincare routine.

Why Facials Matter for Brides

Every bride dreams of that ethereal, radiant glow. Facials are not just about superficial improvements; they work beneath the surface to enhance your skin's texture and tone, ensuring you shine from within. With the right facial treatment, you can attain a luminous complexion that will make you look and feel stunning on your special day.

Wedding preparations can be stressful, and your skin often bears the brunt of it. Facials offer more than skincare benefits—they provide a sanctuary of relaxation. The calming effects of a well-executed facial not only rejuvenate your skin but also offer a precious escape for your mind, leaving you feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the next wedding-related task.

When to Start Facial for brides

The key to success is planning, and this applies to your pre-wedding skincare routine. Initiate your facial treatments well in advance, customizing a schedule that aligns with your wedding date for optimal results. Starting early allows your skin to undergo the necessary transformations gradually.

Types of Facials for brides

When it comes to bridal facials, the beauty industry offers a diverse range of treatments tailored to address various skin concerns. Here are some popular types of facials to consider for achieving that coveted bridal glow:

Hydrating Facial: Deeply moisturizes and revitalizes dry skin, leaving it plump and supple.

Microdermabrasion: Exfoliates dull skin, improving texture and reducing fine lines for a radiant complexion.

Chemical Peel: Addresses uneven skin tone, acne scars, and fine lines by removing damaged outer layers.

Oxygen Facial: Infuses oxygen to combat dullness, promoting a healthy and glowing complexion.

LED Light Therapy Facial: Targets acne, inflammation, and uneven skin tone using different light wavelengths.

Anti-Aging Facial: Stimulates collagen production to reduce fine lines and restore skin elasticity.

Dermaplaning Facial: Exfoliates and removes facial hair for a smooth canvas, perfect for makeup application.

Deep Cleansing Facial: Clears pores, eliminates blackheads, and refreshes the skin for a clean feel.

Aromatherapy Facial: Combines facial treatment with soothing aromas, providing a relaxing experience.

Collagen-Boosting Facial: Boosts collagen for firm: and plump skin, enhancing overall skin elasticity.

DIY Facial Tips for Brides

For brides who prefer a more hands-on approach, incorporating DIY facial tips into your routine can be both enjoyable and beneficial. From using natural ingredients to following straightforward skincare rituals at home, these tips complement professional treatments and contribute to enhancing your bridal glow.

Choosing the Right Facial Spa or Professional

Expertise and Reviews

Selecting the right spa or skincare professional is paramount. Look for expertise in bridal skincare, read reviews, and consider recommendations from trusted sources. A spa or professional with a stellar reputation ensures you are in capable hands.

Personalized Treatment Plans

Opt for a place that offers personalized treatment plans. Your skin is unique, and a tailored approach addresses specific concerns, ensuring the best possible results. A thorough consultation with skincare experts helps establish a roadmap for your pre-wedding skincare journey.

Facial Mistakes to Avoid

Communication

Clear communication with skincare professionals is essential. Discuss your goals, expectations, and any specific skin issues you want to address. Transparent communication helps avoid any surprises, ensuring that the treatments align with your vision for your wedding day look.

Pre-Wedding Skincare Routine

Crafting a pre-wedding skincare routine is a holistic approach that includes regular facials. Combine daily and weekly practices to ensure your skin remains luminous in the lead-up to your big day. Consistency is key for achieving lasting results.

Conclusion

The journey to radiant bridal skin involves more than makeup—it starts with the right facials. Prioritize self-care and skincare in your wedding preparation, and witness the transformative effects on your skin. With the right treatments and a committed skincare routine, you'll be glowing with confidence when the big day arrives.

Discover the unparalleled convenience of MOBILESTYLES—a beauty app that brings professionals directly to your doorstep. Effortlessly book your bridal beauty services and focus on what truly matters—enjoying your wedding journey. With MOBILESTYLES, beauty comes to you.

Embark on your journey to radiant bridal skin with facials, and let MOBILESTYLES be your trusted companion on the path to beauty and wellness. After all, every bride deserves to shine on her special day!

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5 Essential Qualities of a Professional Beauty Therapist | UK International |

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Art of treating employees at the spa as a therapist with years of experience, the best spa technician has a unique combination of competencies and abilities. Here are five essential qualities that every professional spa therapist should possess:

Empathy and Communication Skills:

Indeed the most qualified spa therapist is one who is not just knowledgeable in different approaches but compassionate about the suffering of their patients. Quality communication allows listening to customers’ needs, comprehending their fears and tuning into any individual requirements. Empathy, on the other hand, makes it easier for the clients to warm up and relax in this context thus building a healthy and friendly experience.

Technical Expertise:

To start with the hard skills training on the technical part, spa professionals should possess a good mastery of the various treatments performed in a spa like massages, facials, body wraps, and the like. In addition to continuing education, it is to be on the constant dig of the recent techniques and trends in the industry to facilitate in the delivery of high-end services to the clients.

Attention to Detail:

Similarly, important aspects of the spa industry are meticulousness and paying higher attention to details because every flaw and mistake matters there. Be it about the flawless maintenance of hygiene standards, the conscientious execution of treatment protocols to those considering individualized care based on personal preferences, a spa therapist never loses sight of the extreme amount of details (hard work) encountered in everyday work routine.

Adaptability and Flexibility:

Being provided with a wide spectrum of challenges doesn’t allow the therapist to get bored and at the same time, it allows the consideration of specific characteristics of a given patient. The dialogue between a spa therapist as a professional and his/her clients should be consistently alive and self-adjusting to easily meet the diverse needs of clients. It doesn’t matter whether we tailor treatment, accommodate last-minute changes or just go through unexpected situations, flexibility helps operations to run smoothly, and clients to be satisfied with our service.

Passion for Wellness and Healing:

Besides some technical skills that anyone can attain, the only distinguishable feature is the burning passion for wellness and healing among top spa therapists. To go the extra mile alive, a mission to help their clients feel relaxed, refreshed and in a perfectly normal state, drives their passion and dedication to their profession.

Choosing the best beauty school in noida for education or training institution is inevitable when you are planning for a career in beauty. UK International the best beauty school in Noida and provides courses with both theoretical and practical aspects added to it. These courses also focus on other facets of professionalism. These key characteristics must be honed in spa therapists, with the result that they can rise to the fullest of their capacity in this career that is, not only satisfying but also rewarding, thus making an impact on the lives of the clients.

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