#he's had too many nights of just trying to go pee only to have what looks like a tree monster shuffle at him out of the dark

[notjustjavierpena]

All Roads Lead To Someone

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Don’t blame me for suddenly getting into domestic Javier Peña after watching how sad he was about not having a family in S3E01. Enjoy fluff and smut!

Summary: You take a pregnancy test at four in the morning after not being able to sleep. Javier has never found you more sexy than right now, and he tells you to check on the kids and meet him in the bedroom after.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), established relationship, pregnancy, breeding kink, family life, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, humping, creampie, dirty talk, fluff, domestic javier is sexy and charming, so much love, banter!!!

Word count: 3.7k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48019288

All Roads Lead To Someone

It was late, in fact in the middle of the night, when you found yourself staring down at a pink and white stick with a very positive result of two red lines. You picked it up from the bathroom sink to examine it further, just to be certain that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. Nope, it was positive alright.

You leaned back a little to spy on Javier in your shared bed, but he didn’t seem to be awake, lying flat on his stomach and sprawled out on the bed like an octopus.

You closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, twirled the pregnancy test in your hands, forgetting briefly that it was stained with your pee as the result had your head spinning in different directions. It would be your third child, and so soon after your second, but the worries that popped into your mind were more practical than anything. And they didn’t contain any scenario where you weren’t supposed to have the baby. Would you be able to afford it? Would your house be big enough? Was three one too many when you were only two parents? 

“Hey,” Javier suddenly said at the door, leaning against the frame with his shoulder.

You jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the pee-stick onto the bathroom floor. When you realized who it was, you relaxed again, “Hey.”

“What are you doing up so late?” Javier was untying the string of his pajama pants, probably only having been woken up by his bladder. He yawned and scratched just above the hem of his bottoms.

You showed him the pregnancy test without hesitation, holding it out for him without a word. The two lines were there, no doubt about it. The cutesy surprise announcements were fun the first two times, but you weren’t actually actively trying for more kids, so the mood was different. Not bad, not off, just different, more practical than fun.

Javier took the test, looked at it for a few seconds before his brows nearly rose into his hair, “You’re pregnant?”

“You fell asleep before I did, and I lay awake until I pulled myself together to go piss on a stick in the middle of the night. You know I was late, I told you last week…,” you got up from the seat of the toilet to wash your hands with a generous amount of soap. You weren’t sure if your mind had wrapped around your reality yet. 

Javier quickly placed the test on the lid of the toilet before coming up behind you, looking at you through the mirror and being just about to wrap his strong arms around you. You cleared your throat.

“Pee fingers,” you noted. 

“Oh shit, right,” he laughed quietly under his breath, and you took a step to the side so that he could wash his hands with, unlike you, a normal amount of soap, “I feel like we’ve been careful…”

“Bullshit,” it was your turn to laugh now, “I don’t even think we have condoms in the house right now.”

“Doesn’t mean that we haven’t been careful,” he wiped his hands on the towel on the side of the sink, then turned around to face you, “I don’t… come inside.”

“The pullout-method? Really?” You rolled your eyes, but Javier just looked like someone who wanted to kiss you even more after that, “I bet you wanted to knock me up. Peña.”

“So I’m building a soccer team, and so what?” Javier finally got permission to kiss you slowly in the dim bathroom light. He rested his hands on your hips, grabbing a little at the skin there. You always reminded him that you had had two kids; that you weren’t all that anymore, but he tugged a little at the softness of you and hummed. It was his favorite thing, “Fuck, you are so hot.”

“It’s four in the morning,” you reminded him after a few more seconds of kissing him, cupping his face to look him in the eye as you tutted, “And you needed to piss, old man.” 

“Check on the kids and meet me in bed after?” He looked at you questioningly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You could never resist, and especially not now when he beamed at you afterwards.

“Throw the pee stick out too. I’ll meet you in bed in five,” you patted his cheek, then stepped away from him, but you were pulled right back into his arms. You squeaked and giggled as he kissed your neck and said your full name out loud. 

“What?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders as he held you in return, but he created some space between you, so he could look down and carefully place a hand on your stomach that still kept the secret between the two of you. 

“You’re giving me a baby, huh, momma?” Javier looked up from where he had placed his hand, a boyish look on his face. You didn’t think you could be more in love. 

“Only because you make such a fine baby daddy,” you noted with a grin, feeling something stir in the pits of your stomach and butterflies going off between your legs. 

“Go,” he stepped away from you, smacking your behind as you left the bathroom and earning a playful glare. 

You walked out into the dark hallway, surrounded by domesticity in the form of a house that had become a home. It still felt comforting in the middle of the night, and at this point you didn’t even need the lights on to look at the various photos hanging on the wall. You knew each one like the back of your hand, and didn't need to have them illuminated to shape out the smiling faces of your husband and kids. And if you forgot for some silly reason, all you had to do was close your eyes to see the images on your lids. This happiness was forever engrained. 

You tiptoed to the first door on the left, cracking it open to peek inside without waking up your son, Lucas. The 6-year-old was sleeping soundly in his bed with the covers draped around him like you had arranged them earlier. His calmness came from you but his looks resembled those of his father; big brown eyes and messy brown hair. Javier had once put his aviator glasses on him during a summer trip and you had gasped out loud at the resemblance, pregnant and hormonal, until you had teared up. It had felt embarrassing then but now, it was a story that you happily told friends and family about whenever they spoke about the children growing up so fast.

He’ll be just like his father. 

You hoped for something more tamable.

You made a mental note of tidying up in there before closing the door carefully so as to not disturb your sleeping child. The room was overflowing with dinosaurs in various pieces of clothing and race tracks, an occasional stray toy from Lucas’ sister’s toy collection disrupting the scene of a velociraptor riding a miniature Mercedes-Benz. 

How on Earth had time gone by so fast? Sweet nothings turning into love turning into marriage and two, soon three, kids. 

Continuing down the hall to the next room, you narrowed your eyes at the slight noise coming from Inés’ room. She wasn’t asleep that was for certain. 

You knocked once, giving your daughter the chance to scurry back into bed at the threat of being caught red handed by her mother, but when you finally stuck your head inside, she was still playing on the carpet. 

“Inés Peña,” you said without a hint of anger. You flicked the switch on the wall beside the door, “And why aren’t you in bed? It’s early in the morning, baby.”

The 3-year-old’s eyes snapped to yours. She looked exhausted from having ruined her own sleeping pattern, but it didn’t keep her from playing with the dinosaur figure that she had nicked from her older brother. Seemed like their thieving canceled each other out. 

“I just wanted to play,” she reasoned, knowing that she was in trouble with how she got up from the floor. 

“But you look so tired, baby,” you reasoned back, leaning down to pick her up. She automatically stretched out her arms as you scooped her up from the floor, pressing a kiss to her head. You got a better look at her as she sat on your arm, making you raise a brow and speak again, mostly to yourself, “Absolutely exhausted actually.”

Inés didn’t say much else, just rested her little exhausted head on your shoulder as you walked towards her bed. You instinctively felt her forehead but there was no indication of a fever, “There’s time to play tomorrow, sweetie.”

Inés shook her head, “I want to play now.”

So, this wasn’t a case of being stubborn or ill, you thought. This was about her missing out on what would happen if she went to sleep. God, her nature was like her father’s a little too much. 

“Big girls need their rest, so they can grow taller and stronger than their big brother,” you said as you placed her onto her tiny bed, pulling the covers up over her tiny frame. You ran a hand over her hair which was the same color as yours. 

Inés’ eyes were already fluttering closed. You watched her turn onto her side, back facing you with the purpose of getting you to cuddle her. You reached to run your hand up and down her back, using only a tiny bit of your nails to scratch. Her breathing soon slowed down whilst you drew hearts with your index finger. 

Suddenly, the lights turned off above the two of you. You looked back towards the door, finding Javier standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame with his shoulder. 

“Shhh,” you whispered, “She just fell asleep. I think she forces herself to stay up and play.”

“You surpassed the five minutes, so I went looking for you,” he whispered back at you, crossing the room to crouch down beside you. You looked at him questioningly. He adjusted Inés’ covers to keep his hands busy, “Don’t worry, momma. Mini-Me didn’t wake up when I went to see if you were in his room.”

You smiled at how well he knew you, then leaned in to kiss him lovingly, leaving him wanting more, before getting up. You watched your step as you walked towards the door, avoiding the raptor dressed in pink, holding out your hand for Javier to take.

As you closed the door behind the both of you, Javier wrapped his arms around you. He kissed you against the wall, moving you around a little so as to not knock one of the picture frames down the wall. 

“They’ll hear us,” you giggled into his mouth, hooking your hands together on the back of his neck and pulling him harder against your mouth until you needed to breathe again. You wanted him badly, but you didn’t want kids roaming around the house so early in the morning, “Please, take me to bed before we get carried away.”

“You’re just such a knockout, mi amor,” he whispered, hand already slipping into your pajama shorts. You grabbed his wrist and he tutted as you pulled it away from its acts of indecencies, “Fine. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Let’s take this to bed whilst I’m still sane enough to do it in a proper place,” you dragged him along by his wrist, occasionally planting another kiss on his lips that you didn’t allow to escalate. 

“Oh,” Javier caught on as you entered the bedroom again. He locked the door to be safe, “Fuck, how far along would you be now?”

“Not anywhere near the end of my second trimester, pervert,” you teased, pulling at the strings of his pajama bottoms, “No pregnancy libido yet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the perverted one,” he retorted, yanking his bottoms down and stepping out of them on his way to the bed. He plopped down, “I thought you were gonna give me rug burn in the end. It’s a miracle I am alive, and that our neighbors didn’t catch us just once.”

“Your dad did though,” you shimmied out of your shorts, matching top following right after, then crawled onto the bed to straddle your husband.

Javier grimaced, but still ran his hands up and down your thighs, “Boner killer. Stop talking about that.” 

“Sorry,” you leaned down over him to kiss him, but he was busy. His eyes briefly fell on your breasts, and you knew he was thinking about how full they would become soon. You rolled your eyes at the feel of his length poking into your hip. Putting a finger underneath his chin made you able to tilt his head upwards again, “My eyes are up here, babe.”

“You’re so fucking pretty, momma,” Javier’s hands rested on your bare thighs, gripping at the soft flesh like he had done earlier in the bathroom. You kissed him longingly, feeling his hands slide up the globes of your ass before settling at the small of your back, “Are you wet for me?”

“You have no idea,” you sat up in his lap to let him admire your breasts again, but also to guide one of his hands between your legs, “Feel.”

Javier swore under his breath, turning his palm upward to sink two fingers between your folds and inside of your cunt. You let out a shaky breath as he slowly opened you up with his thick fingers, feeling the soreness from how he had been between your thighs earlier last night. No wonder you were pregnant. 

He then nudged your g-spot without much effort, knowing you too well in bed as well, “Gotta get the blood flowing, you know I love you all dazed and confused on my dick, amor.”

You nodded with a soft moan, starting to roll your hips and fucking yourself onto his hand. This angle was always a winner, making you able to thrust your swollen clit against the heel of his hand whilst feeling the pressure of his fingers inside of you. It wouldn’t take long with how he tensed up his calloused palm, holding his wrist steady to let you use it. 

Your orgasm came a moment later, rippling through your core and causing your walls to pull at Javier’s fingers. He watched you from below, and you did all in your power to keep quiet; bit your lip harshly and whimpered through your teeth as you rode out your high.

Javier’s eyes on you were like fire, cock twitching underneath you in interest of making him feel the same too. You found his fiery stare with your own as you came down from your high, staring down into them as you panted. You sported a stunned expression but only until you burst into post-orgasmic giggles. You lifted off his hand, let yourself fall down onto your back beside him. 

“Fuck, I can’t believe how hard you make me come,” you moaned with a breathless laugh, reaching down to cup a hand over your mound and hissing a little. Javier rolled onto his side with a proud smile, lifting his chin as were he trying to show off to someone else in the room. 

“I’ve had some years to practice.”

“No, you’ve always been good at this,” you reassured, lazily rubbing your clit and feeling slick drip out of you at the clench that you provoked. You sighed softly but looked mischievously at him, “You think I married you for your dashing beauty and incredible personality? Please.”

“Oh, you did not just say that,” Javier moved quickly. He was on top of you and between your legs before you could protest, tickling you with one hand and holding the other over your mouth as you started squeaking with laughter. 

“Sorry! I love you. Javi!!” You said in a muffled voice, but he just continued until you were choking on your own breath, hiccupping and squirming underneath him. You weren’t doing the best job at being silent for the sake of privacy but Javier joined in as you suddenly bucked your hips up into him. 

“Fuck,” he swore loudly and removed his hand without thinking. 

“Need you,” you whispered, spreading your legs open underneath him, “Now, please, Javi.”

“You want a pillow?” 

“Yes.”

You lifted your hips as Javier took his own pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it underneath you until you could lower yourself onto it. You loved his gentleness in bed, his affection and warmth that never faltered despite how rough he was with you. 

“Have I ever told you that I have a massive crush on you?” You asked in a serious manner. 

“Whew. Thank God,” Javier laughed quietly and he absentmindedly ran his big palm over the part of your stomach that was just below your belly button. You could see the cogs turn, that he was taking in the thought of becoming a father of three as he spoke, “I think you might have mentioned it in your vows, but I’m glad you meant it… I was starting to wonder.”

“How did I become so lucky?” You asked but it was only you talking to yourself. 

“Hm?” 

“How did I get a man like you?” You continued musing, watched hungrily as he took his cock in his hand, stroking himself a few times and ran the head through your folds to coat himself in your arousal. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Well, you were wearing a blue sundress with straps that had cute bows on them,” he replied, then pushed the tip against your slit and started bottoming out. 

“Thank heavens for that dress,” you whimpered at the breach by his generous length. It felt ridiculous to say how much you meant that statement, because if that was what had caught the old dog’s attention and, God forbid, you had worn something else that day… You would have never said hello and you would never have had a man that made you feel like someone was running around inside your chest every time he laughed or said your name.

“I’ve got you, momma,” he responded to your whimper. He didn’t have to tell you; you knew that he did indeed have you, always would. You wrapped your arms around him, nodding into the crook of his neck. 

Javier breathed out a whew, adjusting to being encased by your heat and then pulling back just a little only to ease back in. He was hardly removing his cock from you, and it made him go deeper than he normally would in the beginning. Your hips angled, determined to take him in further. 

“You feel so good, I don’t think I can hold back like this for long,” he told you as he set up a rhythm that had you both panting in each other’s embrace. You could feel his hot chest rub against your breasts as he rocked into you, making your nipple harden when they were stimulated into peaks. You dug your nails into the muscles of his shoulders, lifted your legs to lock your ankles around the small off his back. 

“You don’t have to hold back,” you moaned into his flesh, biting down to muffle a particularly high-pitched groan from the back of your throat as his pelvis found your clit, “We don’t have to be careful, remember? I need you to come in me. Don’t— Jesus, don’t pull out.”

“Shit—“ Javier’s hips faltered for a moment, but he came back with a bit more force, “Can’t say shit like that, baby. We are going to have that football team eventually if you love getting pumped full of come.” 

“I mean it,” you slid your hands into his hair to pull him in for a kiss. You could tell that he was getting closer incredibly fast after the realization had hit him, because his breathing was ragged and his thrusts were getting more forceful. 

You threw your head back as his pubic bone moved against your mound, adding further pressure to your clit and building up your second high. You clawed at him as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, muscles around your womb clenching but somehow you still managed to half-whisper, “Fuck, I’m gonna- hah, baby, oh fuck—“

“Come on, make me give it to you, baby, you know it fucking works with how easily I knock your pretty pussy up,” he placed a hand over your mouth like before. 

You came hard again, eyes rolling back into your skull as you could only breathe frantically through your nose. You clenched around his length rhythmically, pulling his own orgasm from him and putting on a show to show him just how much you’d needed to feel him coat your insides.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered through gritted teeth, seating himself inside of you and filling you to the brim. He stretched up a little, making your legs fall down to the sides again, and looked down at where you were connected with a string of quiet profanities leaving him. He grabbed the base of his cock after getting a proper look, then pulled out and made you whimper. Only then, he finally dared to remove his hand from your mouth.

You gasped for a proper mouthful of air, then followed his gaze down between your legs and curled your toes at the sight. You were red and puffy from being so spent, obscenely dripping with his seed. Desperately in need of a shower.

“What time is it?” You asked as you leaned back again, breath still ragged. Dazed and confused was probably the most accurate description that Javier had ever used.

Javier snapped out of his trance that was nothing but you. He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Few minutes to five. Might as well get up and shower for work.”

“I’m not getting up until I absolutely have to,” you mumbled as your tiredness began to creep up on you, not daring to close your legs just yet from how sensitive you still were. 

“Let me get you a cool rag,” he insisted and you just nodded, “And then you can sleep. I’ll take the kids, feed and dress ‘em. You just keep growing my quarterback.”

You smiled softly with your eyes closed.

People always said that all roads lead to somewhere but for you, it wasn’t somewhere; it was someone.

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[bloompompom]

Count to Ten

In which you gift your husband a Polaroid camera, granting him exactly ten opportunities to take whatever pictures he wants of you.

♡ content: ~4k word count. eren jaeger x female reader. modern/domestic au, established relationship, porn without plot, consenting sexy photos, oral sex (f!receiving & brief m!receiving), body worship, mentions of reader wearing a dress, mentions of spit, pet names, alcohol, eren's a punk but we love him anyway, mushy fluff? idk i think it's cute. ♡ a/n: this has been rotting my brain for weeks so i finally had to bestow this filth upon you, enjoy.

You and Eren had been together for a while now. Married for one year to the day—happy anniversary to you!—and dating much longer than that. So while, yes, today was a big day, it wasn’t as though you hadn’t celebrated countless anniversaries before. 

That wasn’t to say you didn’t want to make it special. Of course you did, who wouldn’t? There was more than enough reason to celebrate. You were soul-mated, bursting to the seams, positively buzzing with love. Humming and twirling like Cinderella while doing chores as menial as folding dryer-fresh bath towels. 

Cynics would say you were still wandering in the mooniness of new marriage, but you’d argue that had long worn off. Living together, seeing each other at your very worst—chilled, snotty-nosed, curled in sticky, feverish bedsheets—and peeing with the bathroom door wide open didn’t really leave much mystique there, did it? 

Or, on the flip side, perhaps it was more apt to say the honeymoon phase never truly ended. The spark never died, the fun never faded, because your husband (Husband! You were still getting used to that) would rather die than let that happen.

You never had to worry about Eren forgetting your anniversary. If anything, he was always one to go over the top if you didn’t reign him in every once in a while. Which was the exact reason you told him you only wanted to go out for dinner, just the two of you, at that fancy-schmancy place—as he liked to call it—downtown. 

Keeping in mind that Eren was the type to overdo it, you had a not-so-sneaking hunch he’d buy you a present, no matter how many times you insisted he didn’t need to. In preparation for just that, you planned something. Little, hidden up your sleeve, but all for him. 

You were good about sealing your lips, too, despite the gift arriving at your porch days ahead of schedule. You didn’t even drop a single hint when he greeted you after work that evening, the same huge smile on his face as always—“Hi, beautiful!”—squeezing you in those big arms. 

And they said marriage, especially the first year, was hard work. 

Eren made the dinner reservation, just as you requested, and you managed to hold onto your secret until you returned home for the night, bellies full, with faces warmed and tingly from expensive wine.

“A Polaroid camera?” Eren questioned. He was as delicate about it as he could be—you know, for someone who had never been delicate about anything in his entire life.

A confused smile, though a smile nonetheless, twitched at the corner of his mouth. You could practically see the gears shifting in his head, like he was trying to recall a time he may have mentioned an interest in photography. He did have a habit of starting (and dropping) new hobbies on a near-monthly basis. 

Traditionally, the theme for a first-anniversary gift was paper. In a roundabout way, photo paper counted. At least, that was what you told yourself when you bought it. 

Paper was supposed to represent a blank slate, ready to be slathered with memories of your new life together. And that was nice and all, but you had another idea in mind for using up the film.

Eren held the camera in his hands. It was already freed from its original packaging, sitting lonely in the box you had wrapped while he was at work. 

You inched closer to him on the couch while he inspected it, perching on your knees to drape your arms over his broad shoulders. You ran your hands down the front of his shirt, his toned chest beneath your fingertips. You did it slowly, like you were insinuating something, but Eren couldn’t begin to guess what. You caught the intrigued look on his face as you peered over his shoulder. 

You brushed some loose hair behind his ear and kissed his cheek. Eren noted the grin in your voice as you whispered, “I’ve already loaded it with film.” You kissed the spot below his ear, felt the shudder it gave him. “I thought we could use it together.” His neck was next, where his pulse throbbed beneath your lips. “However you’d like. Whenever you’d like.” You moved his shirt’s collar out of the way, trailing your lips lower. “But don’t forget, there are only ten photos, and once you’re out, you’re out.” 

It was something for him and him alone. Tucked away in his bedside drawer for those times—though few and far between—when he was left missing you. Sure, you could always text him a photo; you had done so before. But this was different. More personal. Tangible proof that he could hold between his fingers and know you were irrevocably his. 

Truthfully, Eren was tempted to ask right then and there if he could keep his favorite in his wallet—whichever photo that may be, the anticipation was ruining him already—but he didn’t want to test his luck yet. 

You were glad you decided to hold off exchanging gifts until after dinner. Otherwise, there was no way you would have made your reservation. You didn’t even get the chance to open your present. Not that you minded, obviously. The cute little box sat ignored on the coffee table as Eren tugged you onto his lap. You straddled him as he made out with you, your dress riding higher and higher up your thighs. His hands smoothed from the small of your back to your revealed shoulder blades. His palms, hot and already commanding, pressed you against him, and you let his tongue swipe past your lips. 

It was his own Eren-esque way of thanking you for the gift. He’d undoubtedly say it a million times later; you could predict it already. It was just that he was a little occupied right now, what with you helplessly grinding against him and all. 

He was already hard by the thought of what he could have you do for him—for the camera. Fuck, you could feel it too, your clothed pussy rutting against him, making a mess of the front of his dress pants as you whimpered into his mouth. It was a gift for him, but you vastly underestimated just how much it’d turn you on as well, knowing how fiercely he craved you, every part of you.

Eren wanted nothing more than to take you then. And he could have, but he’d rather have you strewn beneath him on your soft bed. He wanted to bask in you. The expanse of you, bare, and ready for him. Then, he could snap a photo, freeze time, and savor the sight of you forever. 

But was it too soon to take the first photo? Already, Eren was worried about running out of film, and he hadn’t even put a finger to the button. It was a gift, but it might as well have been a curse, and he was sure that was your intention. Even so, he couldn’t take it anymore. All at once, Eren whisked you to your shared bedroom and stripped you from your dress. 

It wasn’t long before Eren settled on what was worthy of his first photograph. He wished to capture the very moment he pushed inside you. The look on your face you always wore—the tiny ‘o’ your mouth made, the quirk of your brows—right when he stretched you on his cock. His absolute favorite, even years later (Really, how lucky were you that he was still this obsessed with you?) By now, he had it memorized, that heavenly expression that’d grace your features, lasting no longer than a blink of an eye but now something he could look at ceaselessly. Over and over and over again. 

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take his sweet time with you. No, he wouldn’t let you get off that easily, knowing you were teasing him when you reminded him there were only ten photos. 

Eren kissed you deeply with one hand wrapped around the back of your neck. His lips were smooth and slow, thoughtful, kissing you in a way he knew would leave you desperate. He would have you begging for it—for him—before he’d give you just a single drop. He’d wait as long as he deemed necessary, expertly timing his photo to preserve that angelic look you get—the rapturous mix of relief, pleasure, and a desire for more. 

You tasted him and the bottle of red wine you shared over dinner. He was sweet on the back of your tongue. You were dizzy, your head thrown back into the feathery pillows as his lips left yours to kiss the side of your face. He dawdled there, hot breath fanning over your ear as he lightly took the lobe of it between his teeth. You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth as his mouth traveled to your neck next. Then the dip of your collarbone and between your breasts. 

He peeled your bra off, one strap at a time, wasting no time to lift you to undo the clasp at your back. He licked and nipped at the sensitive skin. The cool bedroom air stood in a woozy contrast to the gentle heat of his mouth. He ran his large hand down your side, comforting your squirming as he flicked your perked nipple with his tongue. You were always so sensitive. It was something he liked best about you. 

You felt the sear of it when his lips curled into a smile against your skin. Smug already because you were practically panting, hips writhing beneath him, and he hadn’t even reached for your underwear. 

Eren knew you’d gift him the loveliest face when he finally sank inside you, where only he could reach. The bliss that’d wash over you once he tamed the ache between your legs—your gorgeous fucking legs. He slipped your panties down your thighs, wondering if it would be weird if he took a photo of them.

“God, Eren,” you whispered. It was ragged, nothing more than a hobbled breath. “Please.”

A lazy smile tugged at his lips. “Please, what?”

He hovered over you, pressed his forehead to yours. He didn’t just want to hear it but feel it, taste it, when you spoke it into his mouth—when you asked him, with that satiny voice of yours, to please fuck you.

You realized what he was after when he reached for the camera, almost lost in the tangle of clothes and sheets. Eren held himself with one hand planted in the mattress, the tip of his cock laying at your entrance. He angled back to aim the camera straight at your face. Behind it was the signature smirk you knew all too well. Before you could comment, he tilted his hips, filling you in one powerful thrust.

He predicted it, down to the very shape of your mouth. And right when your eyes fluttered shut—flash—it was bright behind your lids. 

One down. Nine to go. 

You thought Eren would toss the camera aside, fuck you like you wanted him to, but he did the opposite. He immediately pulled out and sat back on his knees, somehow more riveted by the photo than the real you, naked and needy below him. Seriously?

You propped yourself on your elbows with a pout. “Can’t this wait?”

“I wanna see it. It’ll just be a second,” he said, waving the photo in the air. 

“I don’t think that does anything.”

He ignored you, impatiently inspected the picture—still developing—then waved it around some more. He didn’t even notice when you perked higher, leaning into him, stealing his attention the only way you knew how. 

Yup the camera—and the hazy photo, for that matter—were soon forgotten. Tossed aside the moment you wrapped your dainty fingers around his shaft. You pumped his cock with one hand as you swirled your tongue over his tip, taking him past your wetted lips. 

A groan strained from him once your lusty eyes gazed up into his. He had no choice but to reach for the camera again, even in his clouded state with his cock down your throat. How could he not? You looked so magnificent, just like this. Hollowed cheeks, blown-out pupils, swollen lips working up and down his length. 

But he’d make it up to you of course. He still needed to thank you for the gift, after all. And once you heard the click of the camera, he did just that, giving you all the attention you deserved. 

The third photo, in hindsight, was one you should have seen coming from a mile away, given Eren’s boyish tendencies. If you were to guess, you thought he would have snapped a photo while you were sleeping. An unflattering picture of you with a flailing arm over your head or drool on your pillow—something along those lines. 

Oh, don’t worry, he considered it. Eren was actually thisclose to going through with it, thinking it’d be funny to slide you the picture when you least expected it, but he restrained himself. He did take one with his phone, though.

Another, much better, idea popped into his head. He didn’t even need to wait that long, just until you woke up for your morning shower. 

Picture it—no pun intended: The metallic slinking of the shower curtain ripping open. The humiliating sound that escaped you, living somewhere between a shriek and a choke. And the snap of that damned camera you were really regretting buying.

“Eren!” 

You were surprised you stayed upright, your heart beating so fast you surely thought it had hopped into your throat. You swore it then: there was no doubt this man would be the death of you. Especially with his stupid snickering, steadfast even as you sprayed him with the showerhead.

It was more of a prank than anything. A harmless one at that, if you asked Eren. But prank or not, past the water running down your face, your expression scrunched, he couldn’t help that his eyes lingered on your chest. Nor was it his fault that he happened to catch you before you’d rinsed off, your tits barely hidden behind suds and bubbles. And, well….

“Absolutely not!” you rebuked when he tried to join you, all smooth-like, as if that didn’t just happen. And when you yanked the curtain shut, Eren retreated to the kitchen, giggling to himself while he fixed your morning coffee, exactly how you liked it, in his attempt to get back on your good side. 

It was another few days before Eren reminded you of that damned camera’s existence. On a Sunday evening of all days, when you were least expecting it. Okay, maybe the shower incident claimed that title, but this was an extremely close second. 

Earlier, you had told him you planned to watch the newest season of your favorite show, uninterrupted. It had just dropped, and you wanted to squeeze in as many episodes as possible before bed. He didn’t seem to think much of it—even said he’d come and join you at some point. That is, until you passed one another in the hallway. 

“You can’t do this to me, babe,” Eren groaned, almost a complaint but more like a whine, as if you were purposefully doing something to spite him. 

The soft smile you greeted him with drooped. 

“Do what?” you asked, plopping onto the couch and snuggling between its cushions.

Eren shot you a look, his head cocked to the side—‘Come on already’—like you couldn’t possibly be serious. 

But it was an honest question. The only thing you had done in the last thirty seconds was walk by him on your merry way back from the kitchen, oversized snack bowl in hand and filled to the brim, clad in one of his old tees and a pair of underwear—

Oh.

Eren turned to leave the room, and you just got this feeling. 

You set the bowl on the end table and called for him in a drone of annoyance. “Don’t tell me you’re getting the Polaroid.”

He shouted back, “You know it,” and by the sound of it, he was already halfway to the bedroom where he kept it. 

He returned just as hastily as he disappeared, camera in hand. Surprise, surprise. 

You bit back your amused smile as you watched him sink to his knees on the floor before you. He traced a hand up the length of your thigh, toying with the band of your underwear with his fingertips. 

“Let’s get these out of the way,” he said in that low voice you loved—the one you always felt in your chest, like the thrum of a bass. 

“Right now?” you questioned, despite raising your hips once he hooked your panties around his fingers. You shimmied, helping Eren slither them down your legs until they hung at your ankle before flopping to the floor. 

“You said whenever I wanted, didn’t you?” he teasingly reminded. You made a face, and it pulled a chuckle from under his breath. “And I still have seven photos left.”

You couldn’t fight off your grin. It was coquettish and bashful as he beamed up at you, eyes darkened and dreamy, like his entire world was between your thighs. 

Eren had you lay back into the corner of the couch. He closed a hand around your ankles, one by one, bending your legs at the knee to place your feet onto the cushions—spreading you for him. The only decency left between you was his baggy shirt. 

“Hold it out of the way for me, baby. I wanna see you.”

You lifted the hem of it to expose your bare pussy to him.

Fucking perfect. “Yeah, like that.” He got this cheesy look on his face, pointing the camera to capture all of you, fully on display. “Now, smile.”

Part of you wanted to kick the smirk right off his face. But you’d never do that; you were so weak to him, a flouncy giggle leaving you as your husband tickled at your side. You couldn’t help that it was entirely endearing, not to mention flattering, that he found you, even like this, deeply irresistible. 

“Gotcha,” he boasted with the snap of the shutter. 

Unlike the first time, he abandoned the camera immediately. Wholly unable to contain himself—captivated by you splayed before him, at face-level, like that—he looped his arms around your thighs. He pulled you closer, your legs slipping from the couch and comfortably onto his shoulders. 

“God, I fucking love you,” he breathed, intended for you but spoken right between your legs, his eyes fixed there. He licked you once with no warning, no teasing, only his tongue swiping through you. “You gonna let me return the favor since you were so good for the camera?”

A sharp gasp escaped you, like a hiss, and your head lolled back between your shoulders. You bobbed your head in an eager yes, and he lapped at you a few more times. Slow and wet strokes of his tongue before he focused on your clit. Kissing it, flicking a pointed tongue against it, kindling the fire in the low part of your stomach. Your breathing quickened. 

The more you wiggled, the firmer his grip on you, the blunt of his nails burrowing into your thighs. You noticed the sting of it when he released your right thigh. 

Eren took your hand into his and laid it on the camera at your side. His mouth only left you to say, “I want you to take a picture. One of your face. Can you do that for me?” 

He kissed the crease of your inner thigh, his breath hot on your skin, but you felt it glow at the base of your spine. 

“Take it right when I make you come, okay?”

The plea in his voice, the honeyed coo of it—it softened you. No, it absolutely melted you. It wasn’t demanding in the slightest but a needful, urgent request.

Eren knew how much you loved when he went down on you; you always made that very clear with those sweet, tiny moans of yours. He was always ready, willing, and more than happy to oblige, but he could admit he hated missing out on your face when you came on his tongue. He wanted to learn it for himself, see how you looked with your head thrown back in ripples of pleasure. And he wanted to have it forever, for safekeeping. 

He only continued where he left off once you agreed and took the camera between your hands. Eren worked his way back to the pace you liked, steadily at first, kissing and making out with your pussy until he sucked at your clit with plush lips. And when he added the tip of his tongue, your stomach started to coil. 

Selfishly, you thought he looked like he was meant to be there. Handsome as ever, his dazy, green eyes bright against the flushed hue of his cheeks. You lifted a hand to his head, brushing the curtain of hair from his face. 

“I’m going to take one of you,” you giggled airly. You angled the camera toward Eren, the lewd sight of him worshipping between your legs. 

As if you had yanked a fire alarm, he immediately stopped what he was doing. 

“Don’t,” he exclaimed. He turned the camera away from him. “It was my gift, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but conceded only because you really wanted him to continue. He wasn’t above toying with you, if that wasn’t obvious enough already. 

Eren closed his mouth over your pussy. He was sloppy about it, spitting and spreading it over you with the flat of his tongue.  

You let the camera fall beside you, hands twitching and tensing like you needed to grab ahold of something—him, the Polaroid, your last smidgen of sanity—you didn’t know what. That iron-hot coil in your stomach wound and clenched. Closer and closer to coming undone, you rolled over his tongue, him encouraging you as he moved your hips with you. 

“Come for me, baby.” It was a slurry of words, a wet mumble against you. Every syllable was another vibration through you, bringing you to the very edge.

You picked up the camera with shaky arms.

“Make it real pretty for me,” he told you.

You didn’t want to imagine what sort of contorted face you would make, and you wouldn’t dare peek at the photo later, but you aimed the lens at your face anyway. It was his anniversary gift, after all—one you thought of, at that. No going back now, so you might as well make sure he got the most out of it. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, eyes screwed shut.

“It’s a photo, not a video,” he taunted as your whimpers grew louder. 

“Fuck off, Eren,” you whined into your breathy moan of an exhale. You laced a hand in his pretty brown hair and pushed his loud mouth back between your legs. 

You came then, hard, cursing and crying out your husband’s name. It was a miracle you could even snap the photo. But you did, and you chucked the camera aside, unconcerned as to where it might land. 

The feeling was overwhelming—nearly too much. As you twisted away from his mouth, Eren knew it was his cue to bring you closer, to pull you down onto his tongue the way you wanted him to. His grasp on you was firm, but his thumb drew soothing circles against your skin, right where the fat of your thighs met your hips. 

Once you were a mere puddle of yourself, limply lying across the couch, Eren licked his lips clean to reveal his flashy smile. He didn’t look for the photograph this time—a lesson in patience—but crawled onto the couch to pull you into his arms. 

Eren tucked your head beneath his chin, his nose pushed into the crown of your head, breathing you in. He smoothed a loving hand up and down your back, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Five left. Think you can handle it?”

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Boys Day Out

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: First Lady sends her favorite boys Jack, Axel, and Urban to the Chelsea game

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

Requested by: 1/3 of hot chips and bad decisions @hoodharlow 😘

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Hearing the doorbell ring,  you checked the security cameras to see that it was Blanca and Jessica and quickly went to open the door from your spot on the couch that you had been sitting on.

Once they stepped into the house, they took notice of how quiet it was and looked at you confused.

“Where is everyone? Because I don't think I have ever heard your house this quiet.” Jessica whispered, ultimately waiting for her nieces and nephew to tackle her. Because she knew that it was only a matter of time.

“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Blanca added as the two of them followed you into the kitchen as you poured all three of you a glass of red wine.

“Umm, Y/N? It's 9 in the morning.” Blanca called out to you once you had slid her glass in front of her seeing as you still haven't said anything.

“I'm fine, just taking it all in and it's 5 o'clock somewhere.” You said while sighing and immediately downing your glass and opting now to drink straight from the bottle.

“I-......” Jessica started to say as she and Blanca exchanged a look.

“Do we….”

“No, you do NOT need to call him.” You blurted out immediately knowing she was talking about Jack.

“We're going to have to disagree with you there.”

“I sent him, Ax, and Urb to London for the Chelsea game because they were getting on my last nerve. Not Axel, but the other two. I love them to pieces, but got damn. I needed a breather. Jack has been up my ass lately.”

“Uh? When is he not? That's your husband?” Blanca asked you not understanding because there was never a time that you didn't want to be around him.

“I'm trying to plan something for him that's really special and I can't do that when he is breathing down my neck. Now add three little people into that equation. I can't even pee by myself anymore without one of my four children, yes, I said four but I should have said five because Urban is my oldest banging on the door. Last night I was this close to sleeping in the bathroom with the door locked.”

“And Jack would have still broken down the door to get to you.”

“Correct.” You sighed while continuing to sip from the wine bottle.

“But where are your other two?”

“With my parents. I called my mom this morning and I was like you begged for grandchildren so come and get them.”

“I literally CANNOT.” Blanca exclaimed while laughing.

“I put Ivy and Autumn on the doorstep with their backpacks with clothes and toys for the entire weekend and I was like see you next week. I really wanted to say see you when you're 18, but that wouldn't have gone over well so now I have been sitting in silence and I am not complaining one bit.”

Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, and Axel had just landed in London and on the way to the hotel, Ax asked Jack for his phone.

“Daddy, can I see your phone?”

“What do you need it for, bubs?” Jack asked as he stuck his hand in his pocket to get it out.

“I need to talk to mommy.” Ax answered without missing a beat and Jack knew that it was only a matter of time. 

“Hold on, let me facetime her.”

You answered on the second ring and all you saw was a fluffy head of brown curls.

“Mommy!”

“Hi my baby boy. Move the phone from your face a little. All I can see is your hair!”

Jack helped him adjust it so now you could see both of them.

“There's my two handsome boys. Well three because I know Urban is there somewhere too.”

“I still haven't forgiven the two of you for leaving me at wing stop.” Urban said while leaning over so that you could see him too.

“Urby! That was ONE time!”

“One time too many!”

“Wifey, what are you up to?” Jack asked as he saw you nursing a bottle of red wine. Little did he know, this was your second.

“Enjoying sitting in complete silence besides B and Jess.”

“I…. Not hot chips and bad decisions!”

“Yes, hot chips and bad decisions! Leave us alone!”

“Jack, stop getting on your wife’s nerves!” Jack heard Jessica say as he saw her walk past in the background.

“Jessica! And don't eat all my snacks either!”

“Well I have to because we came to watch the game with wifey and keep her company!”

“Baby? Since when do you watch soccer?” Jack asked while looking at you confused.

“Since today. And I always used to watch you play anyway.”

“Mommy, I miss you.” Ax piped up and you could feel the tugging of your heart strings.

“Ax… we literally just got here.” Jack said while shaking his head and Urban stifled a laugh.

“Daddy, you just said that you missed mommy before we called her.”

“I…. it be your own kids.”

“I miss you too bubs!” You said and saw him crack a small smile.

“But you don't miss your husband?!”

“Yes of course I miss my baby daddy, but you and Urby have been getting on my LAST nerve this past week.”

“Wait! NOW WHY AM I IN IT!?” Urban exclaimed while leaning back over into the camera and looking confused.

“Urban Henry… don't go there with me. You and your best friend act more like toddlers than my actual toddlers.”

“I… I'm going to get you for that when I get back.”

“Mm hmm, sure. Anyway, I love all three of you very much, but especially Axel Wyatt. And have fun at the game. And Axel?”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Be on your absolute best behavior for daddy and Uncle Urby. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Listen to everything that they say, okay?”

He eagerly nodded his head as you then focused your attention on Jack.

“I love you, smush.”

“I love you too, baby girl. Promise to call you later.”

The three of you were in the kitchen making snacks for the game when a picture suddenly came through on your phone from Jack.

Smush- I thought the shirt was fitting so I had to buy it. We're eating and then going to the game. Hot chips still got you in one piece over there?

You- I'm about to yell and you know why I'm about to yell but I'll give you a chance to fix it first. Send me a pic of Ax in five minutes and what I see will determine if I kick you and Urban’s ass. And yes I am in one piece, but you and Urby won't be if you don't fix what's wrong

Urban was sitting across from Jack and saw how his face got a confused expression and immediately asked what was wrong.

“Do you see anything wrong with the pic of Ax I took?”

“No. It looks fine.”

“Then why did she send me this?” Jack asked as he shoved his phone towards Urban who instantly rolled his eyes.

“Why am I ALWAYS in it!? And what in the world are we supposed to fix in five minutes!?”

“Your guess is as good as mine! Even though there's an entire ocean between us, I take her threats seriously.”

“Only a matter of time before she shows up if we don't fix it.”

Jack quickly sent you another text telling you how confused he was.

Smush- Baby, I'm not understanding 😕 

You- You have three minutes

“URB! HELP!” Jack yelled while shoving his phone towards him.

“WHAT YOU YELLING FOR?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON EITHER?!”

“This is just as bad as when I thought I lost my wedding ring.”

“Had us both stressed out but she had it the whole time.”

“Bubs, finish up your food so we can get to the stadium and put on your coat.”

“But I'm not cold, daddy.”

“Ax, if we go home and you end up getting sick, your mother will not be happy with me so put it on. And put your hat on too.”

“So, you want me to be hot?”

“Axel, put them on and put them on now before I call her.”

“Fine.”

It was the middle of the game when the three of you were watching in your living room when the camera suddenly cut to Jack, Urban, and Axel and your eyes instantly went wide as you grabbed your phone. Jack still didn't figure out what was wrong with the picture of Axel that he had sent you earlier, but seeing him at the game without his coat on while Jack and Urban was wearing theirs had you instantly annoyed. The last thing you wanted to deal with was a sick Axel because he is literally Jack in a little kid's body and acted exactly how he did when he got sick.

“Why doesn't Axel have on his coat?” Jessica asked as your fingers were flying across your  phone screen asking your husband the exact same thing.

“That's what I'm asking him right now.”

You- Jackman Thomas Harlow

Smush- 👀

Smush- Whatever it is, I didn't do it and neither did Urban because I know you’re about to throw him in there too

You- If our child comes back to Louisville sick, I will not be happy

Smush- Why would he come back sick?

You- He doesn't have on his coat!

Jack then turned to Axel who had once again taken off his coat after he had told him numerous times to keep it on.

“Bubs!”

“Yes, daddy?”

“Put your coat on! Why do you keep taking it off!?!? It is 40 degrees out here and your mother will kill me if you have so much as a sniffle when we get back. And where is your hat!?”

“In my pocket.”

“Axel Wyatt….”

“Yes?”

“You have five seconds to get your hat and coat on.”

This continued on and off for the rest of the game and Axel only kept his coat and hat on for a total of thirty minutes between Jack and Urban telling him to put it on.

The three of them were now flying back and Jack was praying the entire time that Axel wouldn't start sneezing or spike a temperature. He was currently laid out on Jack when he felt his forehead and it was slightly warmer than usual and he immediately groaned. 

“She's going to have a damn fit.” He muttered to himself, but Urban heard him.

“Not your fault that he kept taking it off.” Urban responded while shrugging.

“Hmm, tell my wife that and tell me how it goes.” Jack replied as Axel shifted his position on his lap and cuddled closer to Jack.

Jack and Axel had been back for a few days when you heard several sneezes in a row from your husband and all you did was sigh as you walked in the direction that he was in which was your bedroom meaning that he was awake.

When he spotted you, he looked up at you with his eyes red as well as his nose.

“No. Don't you dare say it.”

“Say what, baby?” You asked him while coming up to hug him and reaching up to give him a small kiss which he gladly accepted.

Your immune system could handle it and typically while everyone in the house was sick, you weren't.

“Your son got me sick.”

“Oh, so now he's my son? Since when is he not yours too?”

“He's the one who didn't wear a coat for the majority of the time and I'm the one who gets sick. How does that work?!”

“Because kids are literally walking germs. That's why.”

Axel peeked his head into your bedroom and you motioned for him to come all the way in.

“Yes, bubs?” Jack asked and Axel sighed before letting out a fit of coughs.

“Daddy, you got me sick. I don't feel good.” He said as he reached up towards Jack so that he could pick him up.

“I did WHAT NOW?” Jack asked as he picked him up.

Axel didn't have time to answer, but instead sneezed on Jack who had a look of disbelief on his face.

“Seriously Ax? Bless you.”

“Sorry, daddy.” Ax answered as he did his best to cough into his arm.

“And mommy, I was so cold when we were at the game.”

“I….” Jack started to say but then turned back to look at Axel.

“That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy and you got me sick. Not the other way around.”

“I didn't start coughing until you did.”

“Okay, enough you two. Get in the bed, NOW.”

“Do we get cuddles from you?” Axel asked looking up at you hopeful as Jack climbed into the bed with him in his arms.

“For now, you're cuddling daddy because you are not getting mommy sick. I'll bring meds and food soon.”

Axel sighed as he looked up at Jack.

“You aren't mommy, but I guess you’ll have to do.” He said as he climbed on Jack’s chest and laid down while trying to get comfortable.

“Really, Ax?”

“Daddy, just try not to snore. I'm taking a nap, wake me up when the food is done.”

“As long as you don't kick me like you usually do we shouldn't have a problem.” 

“Not my fault you take up all the space.”

“You little…”

“OKAY! Both of you lay down right now.” 

Without another word, both of them did as they were told and you simply placed kisses on both the tops of their heads.

“Not another word out of either of you and Ax, the next time daddy says for you to put on your coat and hat in 40 degree weather, you do it.”

“But.. “

“Not another word, remember?”

This led to Axel getting a pout on his face and cuddling closer to Jack who simply laughed.

“So much for boys day out. Now the both of you are sick.”

Suddenly your phone went off in your hand indicating a text from Urban.

Urby Baby- Your son got me sick

You- Well according to him his father got him sick

Urby Baby- Can you bring me soup? PLEASE

You- I do something nice for the three of you and this is what I get in return? I have to take care of all three of you now that yall are sick!?! Do I have to do everything!?!?

Urby Baby- Come on Lil Bit, I said please!

You- Be over here in fifteen minutes 🙄

Liked by y/ninsta, blancahood, jackharlow, claybornharlow, jessicakelce, saweetie, druski2funny, dualipa, and 492,736 others

urbanwyatt: and it was at that moment, jackharlow knew he fucked up lmaoooo

lilnasx: who was he texting? urbanwyatt: lilnasx as Axel likes to call her, the boss lol jackharlow: I was fighting for my damn life in those text messages. wifey going off and me not having any idea what she's talking about y/ninsta: and now all three of you got me sick smh jackharlow: y/ninsta that leads to ultimate cuddles from me and Ax y/ninsta: jackharlow so he can sneeze in my face like he did you? jessicakelce: now you do something nice for them and this is how they repay you? outta pocket y/ninsta: jessicakelce same thing I said smh urbanwyatt: y/ninsta my soup was good bestie. thank you 🥰 y/ninsta: jackharlow babeeeee my throat hurts jackharlow: y/ninsta I got a cure for that 😏😏😏😏 jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, baby why'd you lock the bedroom door?! not you leaving me and Ax outside y/ninsta: jackharlow when you say stupid shit like that, this is the result lilnasx: jackharlow what the boss says goes jackharlow: lilnasx not you too 🙄

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He Knows - Simon “Ghost” Riley Pt. 11

An: Change of pace, enjoy some fluff!

Hi there, this is a series about Simon Riley from COD. This series does not follow any of the established plots or timelines from the games. While I use the names of some characters, they are different from the ones in COD.

Summary: You’re held captive by 141 for reasons unknown.

Word count: 1700

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: angst, military setting, explicit language, graphic depictions of violence, use of guns.

Ghost’s deep breaths and the crackling fire are the only audible sounds in the entire cabin. Over the last while, I became accustomed to all the different sounds of the task members at night. Snoring mostly, but there was always at least some noise. At home, I lived in a place across from a bar and was used to the sounds of sirens and cars and drunk people wandering the streets at night as they shouted at each other. Here it’s the complete opposite. There’s nothing to drown out my thoughts and I don’t know how to feel about it.

Ghost was in contact with Price who said they survived the raid, but lost several men. He wouldn’t tell me how many. Soap’s team and one other returning from a mission caught the tail end of the Ultranationalists as they were retreating with their recaptured members. 141 cut off the last Ultranationalists, but almost every prisoner escaped. Overall it was a loss, but they’re lucky nearly all of them survived. My mind drifts off to the man who was shot in the hanger. I wonder if he made it.

Part of me wanted to sleep on the floor instead of sharing a bed, but the floor’s cold and I already struggle with that enough as is. Ghost didn’t bring up the topic of who sleeps where, so neither did I. After our fight, he’s barely spoken.

Unfolded, the futon is the size of a double bed. It’s hard despite an old mattress topper being placed under the sheets and far from big enough for Ghost. He sleeps on his side and has to bend his knees just to stop his legs from hanging off the end. Several pillows and musty blankets were stashed away in one of the cabinets and currently wrap around me. Ghost said he didn’t want any, so I took his because you can never have too many blankets.

A soft orange glow escapes a small window in the wood stove. It’s just bright enough to see the outlines of everything in the cabin. I’ve always liked warm light like this. Maybe it’s an innate thing passed down from my ancestors all those years ago who slept beside fires every night. Maybe its because the light confirms that the most dangerous thing in the room lies next to me in bed and not creeping in the shadows.

I’ve had to pee for at least an hour but don’t want to go outside to the outhouse. There’s no indoor plumbing, but there is a double-seater with a moon carved into the door. I glance at the sleeping man beside me. The feeling’s only going to get worse. I’ll be quiet. He won’t notice.

I slip my legs out of the blankets and onto the hardwood floor. My back hurts from the mattress already. Just as I’m about to stand up, something latches on to my wrist with an unnatural strength.

“Where’re you going?” Ghost’s voice is deeper than normal. He props himself up with his other arm. And I thought I was a light sleeper. But maybe he was awake this whole time.

“Washroom,” I whisper trying to stay quiet even though there’s no one to wake up.

“You have to tell me,” he grumbles. I roll my eyes at his remark. I don’t know if he thinks I’m stupid enough to run away or that maybe I have other intentions.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he catches the irritation in my tone.

“You don’t know what’s out there,”

“I doubt anyone’s followed us here,” I say, but I don’t really know. Neither does he.

“Don’t be a fool,” his hand remains on my arm. “Besides there’s wildlife out there. Wolves. Coyotes.”

“How about you watch from the window,” I say. “I don’t think you need to hear me use the toilet,” I tack on at the end to discourage him.

“Fine,” He mumbles. I bite my lip to hide my smile. It worked. “Take my jacket,” he releases his grasp to reach the jacket hanging on the arm of the futon. When I shrug it over my shoulders, it swallows me whole. The inside is lined with a soft, welcoming fleece. A scent of gunpowder and something decidedly more earthy engulfs me as I pull the zipper up to my nose.

“Thanks,”

I never imagined myself peeing outside before, but here we are. The toilet seat is so cold against my legs the need almost completely disappears. Not to mention how dark it is in here with no electricity. I want to leave the door open to get some moonlight in here, but then I risk Ghost seeing in. I can suck it up for two minutes.

Outside, the night sky is otherworldly. There’s no light pollution or clouds blocking the stars and I can’t stop staring. There’s just a thin layer of compact snow on the ground, so I take the opportunity to lie down and look up at the sky. It’s cold, but nothing worse than the winters at home. There’s no harsh wind blowing against my skin, so it’s finally tolerable.

“What’re you doing?” heavy footsteps crunch against the snow. I smile to myself because this is the one place he can’t be quiet.

“Stargazing,” I whisper, “Shh, you’ll wake the wolves,” From the corner of my eye, I see Ghost look up at the stars and pause for a moment. I wonder if he cares about mundane things like this? Is he capable of seeing beauty after all the horrors he’s witnessed? In another breath, he disappears back into the cabin. Guess not.

After our fight, it felt like a storm passed over us. The tension eased just a bit as the wind died down. The waters returned to normal and then almost into glass. There’s no fighting against whitecaps as we try to make it to land. I wouldn’t go as far as saying it’s smooth sailing. But things aren’t nearly as rocky as they were before. For now, we have an understanding.    

The crunching sound of footsteps approaches again and then Ghost does something out of character. He hands me his helmet with the night vision googles attached. I hesitate before grabbing it, what’s the catch? I look into his eyes for an answer, there’s a glint,  but they hold no malice. The helmet is heavy in my hands. I can’t believe he wears this all day. His neck must constantly ache.

“Flip the lenses down and look at the stars with them,” he says. I sit up to put the helmet on. It’s an unnatural feeling: like there’s a brick of cement sitting on my head. Ghost crouches down and reaches for the strap to tighten it. “Stay still,” his hands brush against the sensitive skin on the underside of my chin as he fixes the strap so the helmet won’t slide off my head. He switched out the bloody skull mask for a plain, black balaclava before bed. It humanizes him, seeing him wear something else. He’s less hidden with this one. Although his face is still covered with black paint, it’s easier to read his expressions. The balaclava highlights the outline of his strong cheek bones and jaw. His eyes almost look kind under the moonlight.

My heart skips a beat when Ghost flips down the night vision lens. It’s like looking at a whole new world. I look around at the trees first and notice how far I can see. Everything looks like it has a green filter.

“Look up,” his voice is eager. So, I do. And what I see is almost indescribable. I feel like I can see every star in the universe. It’s breathtaking. Hypnotizing. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It’s…” I can’t find the words I’m looking for and for a moment I don’t know if they exist. The men who created our language weren’t alive to witness a sight such as this. And so, the dictionaries remain empty. “Incredible,” will have to do.

“The goggles are the best part about night missions,” he says as he lays down beside me on the cold ground. Ghost crosses his arms across his chest to keep his hands warm. His shoulder brushes against my arm and I notice he isn’t watching the stars.

In the silence of the woods, I feel the safest I’ve felt in weeks. The world feels like it’s asleep. We’re the only people around for miles. There are no other task members are walking around with oversized guns, or angry prisoners, or the looming threat of an Ultranationalist raid. There’s just Ghost. And right now, he doesn’t feel like much of a threat.

“Can you see the stars at home?” I ask.

“No.”

“Me either.”

I let the silence hang in the air for a while longer. The frosty night air caresses my face. Our breath is visible in tiny puffs of clouds.

“Do you want them back?” I turn my head to look at him. His black balaclava takes on a whitish glow under the lens.

“Keep ‘em for now,” his voice is quiet but awake. Any drowsiness from before has disappeared. I have a feeling most of his nights are spent awake.

I don’t know how long we’re out there, maybe an hour or so. Ghost points out the different constellations in the sky. I thought it might be a personal interest, but then he says they’re used for navigation when they don’t have access to GPS or maps. If you know important reference points or certain constellations, you’ll never be lost. He speaks quietly to preserve the stillness around us and guides my vision with his hands as he points out each constellation. The man beside me is a completely different one than a few hours ago. This one, I like. I could listen to his soothing voice talk about the stars all night. In the back of my mind, I think about how often our arms brush each time he points out a new star, how I shifted closer to feel his shoulder press harder against mine.      

It’s only when the cold starts to seep into my bones that I suggest we head back in. This whole time Ghost was out here in just his Henley and jeans. Yet he didn’t complain once. I wonder if he ever complains. Or if he just pushes every emotion to the back of his mind until it’s ready to burst.

“They’re beautiful,” I say once again as I hand Ghost back his helmet.

He searches my eyes for quite some time before agreeing.

“They are.”

PT 12:

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[judysxnd]

Can you write one where pedro gets jealous over the reader please?🌹

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you’ll like what I wrote! Also, as you saw, I use she/her pronouns. If anyone want to request something and they want me to use other pronouns, don’t hesitate to tell me, I will respect your choice and use them. I have two requests waiting, one is almost ready to be published, the one is not written yet, but it’s coming! I have more free time now. I’m so happy thank you!!!

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Just a little background about Y/n :

She is not a social person. Socializing gives her bad anxiety, a knot in her stomach that makes her heart go crazy. It’s not easy everyday, especially as she is dating Pedro Pascal, who is as comfortable as it is possible with people. Thankfully, he is very understanding, and does everything to make Y/n comfortable. But still, when they go out, drinking makes her anxiety go away. The first two drinks just make her normal, is what she keeps repeating to Pedro

Pedro and Y/n just arrived to the bar where Pedro’s friends are waiting for them. Before joining them, they go straight to the bar to order a drink. Y/n’s drink arrives first, so she starts drinking. When they arrived to the table her first drink was almost finished. “The first two drinks are to make the anxiety disappear” remembered Pedro when he saw the half empty glass as you sat down next to him.

The night goes well, everyone is talking with each other and Y/n’s anxiety is long gone after 6 drinks. Pedro stopped at the second glass as he was the one driving. Y/n wasn’t drunk drunk, she wasn’t tipsy, nor talking loud. She was very comfortable, laughing a lot, and being a little touchy. As the night goes by, no one was sitting as they were when they arrived. Pedro was now in front of you, and you were sitting next to a guy, who wasn’t there at first. You actually never saw him before, but he was very friendly. He is a friend of Pedro’s friend you remembered. Pedro knew him apparently.

You were talking a lot with this guy, being (miraculously) friendly, getting to know each other. You would probably not see him again, or only during those occasions, so you were not very caring. But Pedro was following the situation very closely. He was talking to his friend next to him, but his eyes were on both of you a lot.

And it was understandable. He knew you were just being friendly, but he could see that the guy was trying to flirt with you. Laughing a lot, leaning as you were laughing, sometimes unconsciously touching his arm as you were talking, it could be misleading. And Pedro was getting very impatient and upset. Not against you, but against the guy.

Yes you could say he was jealous. You were not paying attention to your actions and movements anymore, and he didn’t like it. As physical touch is not a part of the way you socialize, Pedro doesn’t mind, he is actually proud, but you were a little drunk now, and the guy didn’t know all this. He was jealous, upset but kind of proud at the same time. So many ambiguous feelings. At some point, the guy has to go to the bathroom. Drinking does make you pee a lot. Since you were in a booth, you had to get up in order for him to get up too.

“I’m sorry I have to interrupt you, I really need to go to the bathroom” the guy said, putting both his hands on your thigh. Pedro was about to snap.

“Oh sure!” You said, giggling a little as you were moving to get up. The guy was following very closely. As he got up, he touched your arm.

“Thank you” he said smiling, looking at your lips, before leaving. Oh Pedro was mad mad. He suddenly got up.

“Sit down” he said. You didn’t say anything and did as you were told. He then sat down next to you. You put your hands on his thigh, and leaned against him. His body was tense, but he was relaxing at the feeling of your touch, as you were now next to him, and only touching him.

A few minutes later, the guy came back. As he arrived at the table, he realized that he sit was taken. He was confused, and very disappointed, but didn’t say anything. As you were leaning on Pedro, he quickly understood the situation and simply sat in front of him.

The rest of the night went well. You both left around 3am. Pedro was still upset about the situation. Jealousy and anger was not a good mix. Especially if you are not aware of it. He just needed to sleep, and it would pass away, at least that’s what he thought. It was not necessary to start a fight right now, you were drunk, mean things would be said without actually meaning them. At 4am, you were both fast asleep.

Pedro woke up around 10am. Obviously he didn’t sleep well. He was overthinking a bit. He decided not to stay in bed.

You woke up around 11am, with a headache. You were surprised to wake up in a empty bed, so it made you think. Was Pedro sick? Did he have to leave? Did you do something? You quickly went to the bathroom, nothing. You took a pill for your headache and headed to the kitchen. That’s when you saw him, sitting outside on the stairs, smoking with a coffee in his hand. You took a glass of water and joined him.

“hey” you quietly said as you sat down next to him.

“Hey” he responded, looking at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just a headache” you said before drinking. “You?”

“Fine” he simply said, looking in front of him. He took a sip of his coffee.

“You sure you’re okay? Why didn’t you stay in bed?”

“Needed some air”

“Did I do something last night?” He looked at you for a few seconds.

“It wasn’t you”

“I’m going to need you to elaborate please”

“You remember the guy you were taking with last night?” You thought for a minute

“Yeah” you said hesitating

“Well, you were being friendly but he wasn’t”

“What do you mean?”

“When he touched your thigh, or your arm, it made me-”

“Jealous?” You cut him, he looked at you.

“Yeah” he rolled his eyes

“I don’t think he was flirting though” you said

“Oh yes, you didn’t see the look in his eyes when he came back from the bathroom and he saw I was sitting next to you”

“That’s why you did that?” You laughed a little bit

“Yeah, I couldn’t stand it anymore”

“But he didn’t really touch me, just when he had to leave. I- oh god, I was the one touching him, I wasn’t flirting I swear-” you started to get anxious.

“I know you, you were not flirting” he reassured you. “But he doesn’t know you, that’s what I mean, he was definitely taking it the wrong way”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, I’m so proud to see you being comfortable in social places and with people, it’s not your fault” you looked at him, feeling butterfly in your stomach. You put your right hand on his cheek, turning his face.

“I love you so much”

“I love you too” you kissed him passionately.

“Let’s forget about that guy, I don’t even remember his name to be honest.”

“Good” you laughed.

“I’m also going to add that you’re hot when you’re jealous, but like, you’re hot 24/7 so” you both laughed. You leaned on his shoulder, stealing his coffee at the same time. He put his head on yours. Pedro felt better after talking about it. Communication is key. There’s no need to fight.

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[princess-tulip-writes]

lucien x reader, the reader wakes up in the middle of the night really horny. she wakes up lucien but he’s too tired so then she takes matters into her own hands and then he wakes up and helps

i'm supposed to be sleeping bc of my huge exam tomorrow but this really spoke to me. i couldn't resist.

you loved your mate, you really really did, but his ability to make you feel too hot from just the matter of being close to him could be a major pain in your ass sometimes. especially when soft groans of content left his throat whenever he snuggled closer to you in his sleep, feeling how comfy you are compared to his hard build subconsciously or the way his hips jerk up in his sleep whenever he has a particularly good dream about his sexy wife. gods, if he ever knew how beautiful those sounds were to his mate, you would never live it down. which is why it's just your little secret. for now, at least.

tonight was no better than any other.

the constant beating of his heart thumped in your ear as it pressed against his warm, and bare, chest, the melody waking you from possibly the best wet dream you could have ever imagined. your eyes shot open as your face flushed from the filthy things your mind had made up, even though it was only between you and mr. sandman. the throbbing of your clit didn't go unnoticed even as your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.

the sky was still pitch black, meaning that you still had many hours until dawn or lucien even thinking of waking up. perfect. sighing softly, you glanced at the male's face a few inches above your head and found that you could at least make out the features of your lovers in the pale moonlight that somehow reflected perfectly on his face.

gosh, he's gorgeous.

his eyelashes ticked his cheek bones as he slept, the scar slashed across of face no longer made you sad, replaced with a feverish yearn for his bravery, his plump lips parted slightly as soft snores left them. But the best part was his hair; spread angelically all over the silk pillow where his head lie, as if he had planned it. you knew he hadn't, yet you couldn't help but admire how naturally gifted he was with his looks. you had to clench your thighs in order to keep yourself from practically humping his leg at the thought of tugging said strands.

he looked to perfect to just leave alone...

"lucien." you whispered followed by a gentle shake of his shoulder to help him wake.

luckily for you, he was a pretty light sleeper. hell, he always woke whenever you left to go pee in the wee hours of the night with a pout and a 'hurry'.

"what?" he whined sleepily.

"i need you."

you bit your lip in anticipation as you were greeted with seconds of silence before the hand on your arm tighten slightly before softening again.

"not right now. 'm too tired, babe..."

the scatch in his voice certainly didn't help the ache between your legs, and neither did the way his words faded into a whimper as he drifted off midsentence. this was certainly going to be a long night for you.

usually, he would jump at any given opportunity to sink himself inside of your warm cunt or even taste you, so in order for him to so easily reject the chance told you just how exhausted he really was. as much as you were horny, you knew he needed to catch up on some much needed sleep.

so instead of trying again, you snuck your hand down your panties and began rubbing small circled around the bundle of nerves.

for the next five minuets, you tried so hard to be quite as you neared your release, thinking of the all the things lucien had done to you through the years that never fail to make you squirm at the remembrance. but no matter how hard you bit your lip, even as blood gushed out from the force, a few moans slipped out. you knew that eventually, he'd wake and be very displeased but you couldn't help but get even more excited at the thought of punishment.

with your high approaching, your toes curled tightly as you tried to stop yourself from tensing or moving too much in fear of giving yourself away or waking him, but you still couldn't stop the loud whine that slipped past your teeth as you clenched around nothing and your fingers sped up. suddenly, a tight grip around your wrist had halted your movements and made your eyes screw shut.

you were so fucked.

not only had you intterupted his sleep, but you had the gull to touch yourself without permission.

"care to explain yourself, slut?" he asked, his voice laced with both dissapointment and sleep. "just couldn't wait could you? had to go and help yourself with even asking? you are so much more pathetic than i thought you were, little fox."

your cheeks heated up as you swallowed thickly. here's the thing about lucien; he was the most dual person you had ever known. one moment, he could be all sweet, cuddling close to you and being a big sleepy baby, and the next he could turn into a starving, sex deprived male who only wants to use you to feast on. it only made you wetter.

"i'm sorry, i just needed some release. had a dream about you again..."

the male smirked at the admission, prideful that just a erotic dream of him could get you so worked up that you had to touch even after he said no. it was adorable how much you truly wanted him.

"well, since i caused the problem, i should help fix it, right?" he chuckled, his voice still rough with slumber but sexy as ever as he released your wrist. "keep going and don't stop until i say, little one. i'll make it feel all better."

#lucien 🌷 #lucien smut #lucien vanserra #acotar #acotar smut #lucien x reader #acotar x reader #acotar x reader smut #the autumn court bros 🍁

[ceruleansx]

forgive me | peeta mellark

— "so why did you shut me down?"

↳ peeta mellark x reader x friends x enemies x lovers

↳ warnings : fight in the beggining, mention of abusive relationship, emotions, comfort, swearing, fluff at end

↳ summary : peeta needed you the most after you shut down everyone after your abusive relationship. you shortly became enemies after you hurt him. but, your feelings for him never went away, and neither did his.

↳ a/n : this kinda got me emotional ngl

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"babe? sorry that i'm late i just went to the market with-"

your words were cut off with a punch to the face.

your body flung to the doorway of the kitchen, back slamming into the wall. you screeched in pain. you pushed up, leaning against the wall. you covered your elbow where you impacted it most.

"were you with fucking peeta again?!" your boyfriend yelled. "cause every-single-god-damn-time yn!!"

"your always with that boy!!" he threw his hands up, "YOU LOVE ME! NOT THAT LITTLE SHIT."

you have had it with your boyfriend jake. he was an abusive piece of shit. any person who ever calls peeta something bad just makes your blood boil. and you dont know why.

you weakly got up, "DONT YOU EVER CALL PEETA THAT YOU ASSHOLE." you shoved his chest.

"AND I DONT LOVE YOU."

jake's face got even angrier, and he started to clench is fist.

"AND GOD." you let out a loud sigh. "IM SO SICK!! SO SICK OF YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS- LIKE- LIKE SHIT!!"

"OH I TREAT YOU LIKE SHIT?! IM JUST PROTECTING YOU!"

"FROM WHO?! SWEET INNOCENT PEETA?!"

"I SWEAR Y/N IF YOU MENTION HIS FUCKING NAME IM GONNA-" his words were cut off by you kicking his chest, knocking the wind out if him.

"now get out of my fucking house." you spat.

he got up, and opened the door slowly. before he left, he turned to you, still breathing heavily. "were done."

you didnt even care. after all this shit, you deserved to break up with him. you pushed him out and slammed the door. after you turned, and sat against the door.

you just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed for what seemed like forever. the tears were happy and sad at the same time. all that pain you went through. but now that pain is gone.

you took the whole night removing him out of your memory, and trying to cope for a better life.

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he walked by your house everyday.

every.

day.

sometimes you were at your window, sometimes you weren't. you would just stare out into the woods, wether it was covered in snow or displayed in the sunlight.

he would knock on your door everyday. just the sight of you would make it happy. did he do something to hurt your feelings?

at so many tries, he eventually felt hurt and alone. you were the only person who he enjoyed spending time with, and now you were silent. you were the only person who he cared about.

he hated you. he hated you so much for leaving him when he most needed it. he eventually stopped walking by your house. in fact, he avoided it, and tried to take other paths to the market.

he didn't really know if it was because of him, but it was too late.

he hated you. but that didnt mean that he still didnt love you.

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you knew he was there. the tension was pretty clear. you could see him in the corner of your eye as you looked at the woods.

why did you shut everyone off? especially your best friend, peeta.

you knew why. you were scared that you were going to become like jake, for some reason, and you wanted to isolate yourself so you dont hurt anyone.

you knew that if you told peeta, he would understand. but you were just to scared to see him face to face.

why? you didnt know.

you knew that peeta wasnt jake, but you wanted to distance yourself. maybe jake went into town and told everyone rumors about you. maybe peeta visited everyday to tell you how sick you were.

you still cared for peeta, so very much. but you dont want to harm his pure heart.

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peeta was standing at your door.

he almost knocked. "peeta what the hell are you doing?" he whispered to himself.

he turned his back to your door.

"you hate her. you hate her. why are you here?" he repeated.

he knew why he was here. he loved you. and he also wanted to tell you how he needs you so very much to cope with life, and how you hurted him without even trying.

he turned back and knocked, almost like he himself didnt do it. he just waited there for a solid minute. he turned away, but the door was opened behind him.

he turned back. the tension was tense. you held eye contact together, both of you about to cry. the instant relief that was displayed on your face was so obvious.

the concered face that you saw on peeta everyday out your window was gone. instead, his gaze was soft, and he was smiling.

your smell and presence itself made him so happy. so very happy that you didn't give up on yourself. he really thought he would lose you.

you ran up to him and gave him the tightest hug ever. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

he layed his head on your shoulder. "i thought i lost you.." he whispered.

you broke a tear.

"oh peeta i would never lose you." you pulled away to face him, "never."

his smile slowly disapeered as he looked at you.

"so why did you shut me down?" his voice quivered, "y/n you- you left me when i most needed you."

your eyes were bloodshot. "i know, and im so sorry."

"but why?" he asked.

you sighed. you looked out to the houses, then back to him. "i was scared that i would be like jake."

"like jake? but i thought you loved him?"

you shook your head. "i never told anyone but he was abusive."

his eyes softened, and his face turned into guilt. his eyes started to water. "oh y/n-" he said between cries.

"why didnt you t-tell me? i wouldve protected you."

with no response, you just hugged him again, this time even tighter. "im so sorry.." you quivered.

"i love you y/n. dont ever leave me like that again." he said.

"i promise peeta. and i love you two."

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[starfirette]

Hey!anon here! Since you made a Fluff Alphabet for Dori,can you maybe make an NSFW version? If not,or request are closed then it's okay 🍵🌷

❇starfirette renaissance day two...?!?!?!?! I thoroughly enjoyed this!

❇Dori Sakurada NSFW Alphabet | more Dori fics here! | masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pillow talker meets attentive retail staffer. Encourages you to pee and shower up; engages in aftercare behaviors you additionally require, such as reassurance or food. He’s very much your dom so he takes his role seriously. Your health and wellbeing is incredibly important to him so he’s going to pay attention to that first!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He prefers his mouth or his hands; he is self aware and he knows that he was asked to model a lipstick for a reason. As for you, he loves your hair. To pull it, to control you with it; or to softly play with, braid absentmindedly…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your tongue. “Be good and swallow it”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a kinky, kinky man. He wouldn't consider this a secret if he weren't so well known. Being that he is famous he keeps it on the down low. Very likely to be into BDSM as a dom only. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Average experience. Has had sexual relationships with partners and BDSM experiences with strictly sexual partners. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you're on your knees or intricately restrained 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Maybe strikes jokes in a mocking way, sometimes are your expense but he wouldn't ever mean it 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I doubt he'd shave at all. Maybe to keep things neat but he doesn't bother trying to stay bare

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he's in a relationship and he loves you, then he can be tender and romantic. But with a strictly sexual partner or a one night stand, he wouldn't bother/feel comfortable 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Makes you watch while he edges himself. He likes the JOE 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom and Sub, as well as pain infliction and degradation. He thoroughly gets off on being in complete control. He edges himself and he'll edge you, too

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mostly in his own place just because his toys and his ‘area’ is there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you whine. When you misbehave. When you obviously are in need of his attention 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't foresee him being into the Daddy thing. He's more of a master 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to grip a fistful of your hair while you guides your mouth up and down on his cock. He also likes to tie you up and put a gag in your mouth before he goes down on you. Sometimes, as a punishment, he'll overstimulate you. He won't take it easy. He won't let you think of it as a prize: he'll suck your clit like a jolly rancher while you scream over the gag. He knows it gets uncomfortable after a while and that's why it's a punishment

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough over slow and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his forte

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh yes, absolutely! 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can be pretty tired after a long day of work and filming and everything else. It really depends on how far you two want to go and if he has the time and energy to do anything. Of course if you two want to have a chill quickie he's totally down! I think he doesn't mind being a soft, service dom, especially if you ask! 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why yes he certainly does. I imagine a sex swing, rope, floggers, and gags are some of his favorites. Just anything to keep you restrained. He is content with using his hands and mouth to punish or reward you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very much likes to edge you! Most of the experience is foreplay. Generally getting you wet and excited. You like to be teased, he likes to tease you, so it’s a win-win.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud and he LIKES being loud, he PREFERS it. If he has to yell at you then we will. Brats will be punished. But good girls get their praise. Loud encouragement is the best encouragement. He is vocal about his own pleasure and he is sure to let his girl know she’s doing such a good job.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You two have made sex tapes, but they’re kept on your phone and not his 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I imagine he is chiseled and sharp edged, toned with slight muscles that make him bulkier than he typically would be. I also have to say he is hung as a horse 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think that the more he loves you the more he finds himself craving you. He thinks about you all the damn time. You consume his thoughts when he is bored or daydreaming. He finds himself fantasizing about everything he wants to do to you when he sees you next

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you’re all cleaned up and taken care of he’ll feel comfortable to chill and fall asleep. Part of being a dom means looking out for your sub. He takes it very seriously and he’d never want to leave you without the aftercare that you need

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[jadelynlace]

Full-Term⎮Ink Drinker Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

Read more Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: I teased about it, and you guys begged for it (pun intended). Now, I have never been pregnant, and for any of my followers who have, I apologize if this is no where near close to the actual experience of pregnancy. But I did try my best.

Content Warnings: Pregnancy sex (full term), mentions of birth and Ink Ivar (who is really in need of a warning all on his own).

Word Count: Just shy of 2000 words.

You were ready for it to be over. The past 38 weeks had been full of surprises, watching your body change, watching Ivar fall in love with you all over again. How he could not get enough of the way you are growing a human inside of you. From the photos, to painting your bump, to finding out that you’re about to bore the first Lothbrok girl in over five generations. Ivar was through the moon. But you, oh, you were ready for it to be over.

The thought of birth is exhilarating, it is terrifying. You’ve seen it in the field; in its glory, in its horror. You hadn’t yet made up your mind as to whether you wanted the intimate home birth, or the hospital birth. You stacked up the complications you could have, often leaving you awake at night, or slithering into your dreams. Too many times you’ve envisioned waking up in your own pool of blood or worse: leaving Ivar alone as a single parent to a newborn.

Walking hardly helps, walking at an angle hardly helps. You roll on the exercise ball, as Ivar sneaks glances at how you move your hips, wishing it was him below you. Helga has offered you tea, blends that she claims helped her deliver both Phoenix and Apollo rather quickly. Hvitserk makes a game at trying to jump out from around the corners at the station, hoping it’ll scare you into labor. But he’s only ever been met with the sight of your middle finger. 

Desk duty at the station is tedious enough, but you could easily do without the input of the men you work with. It was hard to believe some of them were medics, even harder to believe that they were fathers themselves. 

“We could have sex,” Ivar says to you suddenly. Eyes glued to his sketchbook as you adjust, and readjust, how you’re sitting on the couch.

“What?” You say, not quite sure you heard him correctly. His subtly could rival that of a sledgehammer.

“To induce labor. I read that sometimes the best way to get the baby out, is to do the same thing that got it in there,” 

The last 38 weeks had taken their toll on Ivar too. You can see the difference in his face, mentally preparing himself for the journey that is coming. The faintest hint of dark circles from staying up with you; in your pain, your sickness, your cravings. Walking on eggshells at times because of the swing in your emotions, and how you would just sometimes cry. Over him, for just existing, and how much you love him. Or, how he once closed the oven door too hard and you feared the oven must hurt. 

Ivar was more ready for this than he had ever been ready for anything in his entire life. And the final stretch of days felt like years, but Gods, watching you grow a human is the best experience of his life.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife, to induce labor?” You ask.

“Baby, I really want to have sex with my pregnant wife even if it doesn’t induce labor,” Ivar answers as if it’s so completely obvious.

“Your pull out game is what go me into this mess,” You tease.

“As if you didn’t beg for me to come inside—”

“Ivar,” You cut him off. “Everything hurts right now. And I have to pee again. But I can still manage to stand up and smack you,” And Ivar just offers you his tell tale smile, a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and you calm down. 

*

You take each step one at a time, planting two feet parallel before continuing, and you swear the Braxton Hicks contractions are purposely worse on the stairs. Ivar whines from the bed, wondering where you are and you feel tears in your eyes because you simply can’t walk up the stairs any quicker. Finally though, you’re in the door way and Ivar is in his boxers, constructing the best pillow mound you’ve seen to date. 

“I figured this might help,” He tells you, arm out stretched to you. As you get closer, he’s there to fix your hair, standing in front of him as he braids it to keep it out of your face, but to ensure you’re not going to wake up from a headache. There’s a kiss to your shoulder next, as he says “There,” ever so softly.

“Can you help me take off my dress,” You say to him.

“Too hot?” But you don’t answer. Ivar’s hands move slowly, rolling the hem of your nightgown towards your waist and slipping it up over your arms, all while paying careful attention to your braid. Once it’s discarded, you stay where you are, and Ivar’s hands splay across your bump like hot coals, before they gingerly lift it, relieving the pressure. You only moan.

“Just a few more days, baby,” Ivar tells you softly. Slowly his hands move again, covering your chest, the pressure in them as they grow fuller, and fuller. 

“Can I take you up on your offer?” You peep.

“I offer you lots of things, every day,” Ivar hums.

“You know exactly which one I am inquiring about, Ivar,” You deadpan. Ivar’s lips land softly on your shoulder again, humming in agreement as his hands continue to roam. Across your bump, to your chest, your lower back and you’re beginning to melt before him.

You move, and Ivar just watches you, setting his glasses on the night stand while you lie down. He’s behind you in an instant but you haven’t found comfort yet.

“No, not like this, it hurts,” You hiss and Ivar stops.

“Hold on,” He says, helping you move, “Try this,” And he moves the pillows again, letting you rest over them.

“Oh, that’s better,” You sigh, melting into the fabric. “So much better,” You hum, nuzzling your face.

“Just relax,” Ivar hums, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife to induce labor?” You mumble again while you feel Ivar’s hands on the small of your back. “Oh, that feels so nice,” You then sigh when he applies pressure where you ache. “Are you even going to be able to get it up?”

Ivar leans over you then, length pressing against you and you giggle.

“Did you even doubt that?” He whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss to your temple.

“No, not really,” You reply, his hands tracing you. “I haven’t shaved since I could see my feet,” You mumble. “Are you sure you really—”

“Do I need to gag you? Is that how this is going to be?” Ivar asks, shifting his weight behind you as his boxers are tossed somewhere behind him. “Can you try to relax for like, twenty minutes?”

“You’re going to last twenty minutes?” You quip, simply because you cannot help yourself. Ivar’s hands are at your cheeks just as the comment leaves your mouth, but instead of the quick smack you anticipate, he grabs handfuls, fondling the skin.

“We both know who’s not going to last,” Ivar hums, tracing your slit. “But when you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?”

“I know Ivar, I know,” You hum.

Ivar’s warmth covers your back, body over yours and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation for his cock to spread your walls. He rests his head against yours for a brief moment, palms tracing your stomach and you can picture the smile on his face. He leaves you for a moment to nudge your legs to spread, and out of pure instinct they fall open.

Grabbing himself, Ivar taps the head of his cock against you, just to tease you before he pushes his length into you slowly, inch by inch as your wall spread with a delicious pleasure. Feeling every vein and trace of skin before he bottoms out, and rests against you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, thighs already trembling as his hands waste no time to cover yours as they bunch the sheets. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp.

“I know,” Ivar hums back. “Better?”

“You have no idea, Ivar,” You moan into the pillow. “Gods, you have no idea,”

Ivar stays still, letting you feel the weight over you, the pleasure between the two of you, his cock throbbing inside of you. He only moans from where he is, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck before he finally rocks his hips. Careful to let the weight fall to his legs, you’re nearly dripping as his cock slides, pushing back into you and the intensity makes you shake. You whine as Ivar’s hands squeeze yours, harder.

Pulling back, you feel his hands press into your back, his cock staying still and your mind is left to remember all of the times he would have taken a fistful of your hair into his grasp. Or how his hand print would redden across your backside. But this time, he’s taking his time, taking more care than he ever has to make sure you’re both going to remember this. He doing exactly what he said: he’s getting your child out the same way he put them in there. With love.

You don’t have the words to tell him to go faster, to fuck you harder. The sensitivity makes the pleasure that much more intense, and you’re on the grasp of your first release as his hips moves lazily. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” You gasp, causing Ivar to only hum in response as he moves. Nudging your head with his, his lips catch yours for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against you.

“You always feel so good,” He rasps, his cock slowly moving through your folds. 

You relax further into the pillows, your thighs shaking as he brushes your sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” Ivar hums, and you only nod. “Good,” He teases. 

His thrusts grow deeper, pressing against you harder but still mindful of your body. Your orgasm grabs you suddenly, tired body shaking under him, fingers interlocked over yours. Humming from above you, you press against Ivar further, helping him over his edge as his muscles tense, cock releasing inside of you as he moans deeply from his chest. 

The room is still, his breathing over yours as Ivar nuzzles against you, eyes closed as he holds you. His cock finally flags as he moves back, pressing his hands against your back before he helps you move. 

“There you are,” Ivar teases, helping you stand on shaky legs and you only look up at the man who falls more in love with you every second.

“Can you help me get my nightgown back on?” You ask softly and Ivar chuckles. He moves then, and you stop him. “Wait, let me just hug you first,” You finally peep, wrapping your arms around his neck, inching as close to him as your bump will allow and Ivar only wraps back around you. 

“You know, it could take several attempts for this to work,” Ivar quips. 

“Oh, honey, I know,”

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[juvellianovo]

Hello! Can I request a (if u haven't done this already) gen z! Mc with the obey me cast?? Like they always insult ppl in the weirdest way?

For example; "you look like you drink ur own pee every night, or "I hope u stub ur toe in the middle of the night while ur trying to go to sleep, and fall onto your mattress only to discover that both sides of ur pillows are warm" (sorry if the last insult is a lil too extreme)

☆Have a good night/day!☆

Had to squeeze my brain so I think this will be pretty short. Masterlist

Lucifer

Mental facepalm

Flabbergasted

Why? What? how? Help

Have mercy on this poor old old man please

Has tried to stop you from using such insults

At first was amused but later your insults towards other students only resulted as an extra headache for him

Has hung you upside down the ceiling many times

Gave up on you half way

Mammon

Wha-!

Wait..! That's my human!

Honestly you're like a dog to him whom Mammon encourages to fight other dogs

That's it

Is used to your personality in a day

Leviathan

Ofcourse you would say that to an ugly gross worthless otaku like him.

Shocked

But honestly after staying with you Levi started getting creative for comebacks at you

You only insult when you two have competitions in games

Always records or does live when you get onto a fight with others

Satan

Genuinely amused at your...ummm...uhhhh... vulgarness?

We all know Satan HAS some books HE wrote.

He probably writes your insults in one of his characters dialogues.

Otherwise does not care

Might learn something from you to use against lucifer later.

Asmodeus

At first thinks you're just plain gross

Be careful with your insults or you might just end up flirting with him

Insult him EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

"But pls darling pls just BE NORMAL"-scaredAsmo

Beelzebub

Lets get this straight this GUY LOVES YOU FOR WHOEVER YOU ARE

Thinks your weird but he doesn't mind it.

You're nice

You both eat and you're good

Belphie

This bitch

HAS THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY COME BACK AT YOU

but he ain't as good as you ;)

You're fighting with a student he is cheering you up in his sleep

Also another one to memorize your insults to use against lucifer

Bonus fact- None them really cares except lucifer. And lucifers on the verge of dying from the inside.

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[farfromstrange]

Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 11: Not The Same As It Was

Masterlist ° Chapter List

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Michael has the dreaded job interview with your boss.

Warnings: talk about Michael’s past, fluff

A/n: This chapter took its own course and now we’re here. Oh well.

There have only been a handful of situations in Michael’s life where he was truly nervous.

Moments in which he was so nervous, his entire body started shaking with anticipation and he couldn’t stop thinking about worst-case scenarios and eternal consequences. There has only been a handful, really, and he would never lie about that.

Michael Kinsella doesn’t get nervous often. He has a steady hand, which helps him to handle a gun much easier. He killed without hesitation and made the bodies disappear. He was dubbed The Magician because he was good at what he did. He used to know where his strengths lie, but the man he finds staring back at himself in the mirror now is not the same who went behind bars eight years ago. 

The new world he finds himself in is different – he is different – and navigating his way throughout with a flashing sign that reads ‘Danger’ following him everywhere he goes, and the judgment his last name brings with it, is something he finds utterly unsettling. It makes him so nervous, his stomach churns and he wants to throw his breakfast right back up. 

Does he admit it? No. You could ask him a million times and his answer would still be, “I’m alright.” Which, quite frankly, you know is a lie. He’s not even trying anymore, he just says it to somehow convince himself. You know him better than that. You look right through him and you can see that he is neither calm nor does he feel alright. He feels quite the opposite. 

During the drive to your boss’s main office, you reach out to grab his thigh. His fingers wrap around yours instantly as he gazes out of the window, his teeth digging into his index finger. He’s thinking too much and yet nothing at all. Anna’s face crosses his mind, and he reflects on the past; he thinks about the dreaded night he lost his wife, the mistakes he made to get him where he is now, and he begins to wonder if he screwed up one too many times. 

Michael is not doing okay, and when he feels your hand on his thigh, he can’t help but grab it for support. 

You almost don’t want to let him go when you park in front of the building. You promised you would follow him upstairs and wait for him – you’ve got the late shift today, so it fits perfectly. It’s as if Ava planned the interview to be in sync with your schedule so you could be there for Michael in case she wouldn’t be able to give him the job. 

He’s clutching the necessary documents to his chest, his leg bouncing up and down as he sits next to you. You sense his distress, but no matter what you do, it seems like it’s never enough. You got him some water, but that only irritated him more because he downed the entire bottle and then had to pee. It was his fault, but you decided you would just leave him to sulk instead of annoying him anymore with your caring nature. 

When his breathing grows heavier, you can’t stand it anymore. You cradle his cheek and press your lips to the stubbly skin. He exhales shakily, his hand coming to rest on your wrist. He doesn’t push you away, he allows you to kiss his cheek, pressing the softest kisses with a featherlight touch every time his body shudders, and he leans against you. 

You continue for a while, your fingers resting against his neck, avoiding his hair because he took a while to fix it this morning. His breathing steadies and he relaxes under your touch, the tension sinking to a minimum in your arms. 

His grip on your wrist tightens. Whenever you try to pull away, he pulls you back in, and so you continue. With every kiss, he melts. 

He's yours, and his reaction to feeling your hands and lips on him is even more proof of his devotion. The years spent in jail had been years spent without receiving physical touch, and even after getting out, people rarely hugged or touched him. Not to speak of the sexual intimacy he had long lacked, but the most important part, the emotional intimacy, had been missing for a while before you came along. 

What started with notes on coffee cups, lingering touches, and an impulsive kiss has turned into something neither of you can live without now. You're dependent on each other, on the intimacy and the touch of the other. Your heartbeats speak to each other and align whenever you are near. It has become a special bond that seemingly nothing can break, no matter how big or small the secrets between you are, and it grows stronger every day. Trust grows with need, and you feel yourself sinking deeper into the pit of an endless emotion that captures your heart and gives most of it to Michael. 

You run your fingers through his beard, feeling the soft strands between your fingertips. “Nervous?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. 

You continue to caress his cheek, tracing gentle circles with your thumb. “You're going to do great, darling. You've got this.” Wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eyes, you smile at him. “Hey... I have a feeling things will work out in your favor.”

He leans into your touch. “Mmm.”

 You give his beard a playful tug, eliciting a small chuckle from him. “There he is,” you say. “My man.”

He shudders at the title you give him, but he’s not complaining. He likes the thought of being solely yours. Your man. And you’re his girl, his good girl, but he also loves to be your man. There is something gentle yet possessive about the way you say it, and it lifts his spirits. 

You both look up when his name is being called across the hallway. Ava stands in the doorway of her office, leaning against the doorframe as she looks at you sitting in the waiting area. She carries a small smile, almost as if she’s trying to tell you that she knew you had something going on and that you can’t deny it anymore now, but you couldn’t have cared less.

You press a kiss on Michael’s lips. “For good luck,” you tell him.

He leans down to kiss you once, then decides to do it a second time because three sounds like a lucky number to him. Squeezing your hand, he forces a smile and makes his way toward Ava’s office, the folder clutched tightly in his right hand. 

Your heart beats out of your chest, but you try to stay positive. Ava is a good person and after hearing him out, she will have no choice but to hire him. You want nothing more than to see his eyes light up when he realizes someone else is willing to give him a chance, and you want nothing more for him than to get a chance at a semi-normal life with his daughter. So you stay seated, flipping through a magazine as you keep repeating a mantra of hopes and dreams in your mind, all directed toward Michael and the amazing man you know he is. 

He’s yours and he deserves the world. More than, even. You want to provide him with that. You want him to be happy, and while the fight might be a hard one, you’re not planning on going anywhere, either. You’re here to stay, and you believe wholeheartedly that things will take a turn for the better. 

Inside the office, Michael isn’t quite sure where to go with himself. Ava offers him a drink from her collection at her desk.

“I’m grand, thanks,” he says. 

“Sit,” she tells him. “Make yourself comfortable, Michael– Can I call you Michael?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great. I’m Ava.”

“Nice to meet ya.”

“Likewise.”

She lowers herself in her chair. He does the same opposite from her. The desk is made out of fine wood, but the colors in her office are mismatched; it’s a very human touch for someone so successful and has become successful so quickly. He researched, and she is not someone to be messed with. 

“I was going to ask the typical questions like, did you get here fine? How’s the parking situation? But it seems like you had a chauffeur.”

He nods. “Yeah, I did. I don’t… I don’t have my license,” he says.

“That’s okay,” says Ava. “I don’t mind. I also don’t mind that you were eating my employee’s face just a few moments ago. I don’t care about all of that. What I care about is you and what you have to offer me. Because let’s be honest here for a second, Michael, there is a lot to talk about.”

She’s not one to beat around the bush. He appreciates her gentle yet earnest honesty. It’s a gentle breeze among the heat of passive-aggressiveness that seems to have become the standard in society.  

Her fingers expertly flip through the documents he provided. She skims over his application form, noting down some of the attributes as he waits. When she reaches his CV and sees the record of his time in prison, she halts. 

Ava mentions your name before she says, “Well, she already told me what the deal with you is. That you were in prison for eight years, on what charges, and… It’s what I can see here, too. So it wasn’t a lie or overstatement, but it also wasn’t an understatement. You plead guilty to manslaughter, not homicide, and you struck a deal?”

Michael’s fist around the armrest of his chair tightens. “Yeah,” he says, “that’s right.” His voice hovers barely above a faint whisper. 

“Mhm… And you worked for the car dealership your sister-in-law works at?”

“I’ll be honest with ya, it only sounds good on paper. I just… I washed cars fer a few days, nothin’ much, and it was just because my solicitor… well if ya look closer, you can see I have a, uh, daughter? Yeah. I needed ta get a job after gettin’ out fer… for her.”

“Oh, yeah, your girlfriend also told me about that part. You’re trying to get custody, right?”

“Visitation rights first, then custody, that’s right.”

“And I imagine that’s hard with what happened eight years ago,” she says, and it’s more of a statement than an actual question. 

He nods. Even though she is repeating the open facts, and they are facts that would scare many people away, he can’t make out any kind of judgment in her tone. She’s weary, sure, but she doesn’t judge him the way others do. He has heard from other convicts that getting a job after getting out is the hardest part. Everyone wants you to get back on your feet, but not that many people are willing to take a chance on you after spending so much time in prison, and depending on what you were charged with to even get you there, employers also react differently. 

Michael remembers what you said about her giving second chances and believing in her employees even though she might be strict sometimes, and he sees the same humanity you mentioned right in front of him now. It takes some of his anxiety, allowing him to fall further into his chair. 

She sighs before placing the folder aside and leaning forward. “Michael,” she says. “Okay, I am not one to sugarcoat things. Your past looks bad, and I know what the Kinsellas do. I’m not a complete idiot. I know what your family is capable of, and from what I’ve read about your priors, I’m well aware of what you are capable of. There is a certain sense of danger that comes with who you are, and I have a very successful business here…”

He braces himself for the disappointment he told you he always expects. He’s waiting for her to tell him she can’t give him the job, and then he will move on. He doesn’t know how because it feels like this is the only attempt he has left, but he will find a way. And if he can't find anything, he can always still bury himself in self-pity and accept that he is losing Anna – If he hasn’t lost her for good already. 

But then Ava raises her finger. “However,” she adds, “I don’t think that is the whole story, and I am not here to judge,” she says. “I would never do that because I know how hard it is to get back on your feet after living through hell. You don’t sound like a bad person and I trust your girlfriend’s judgment. She is one of the best employees I have and I value her. I don’t often show it, but she is incredible. So when she says you are worth taking a chance on, I will at least consider it.”

She catches him off guard. Praising you is one thing, he gets that, but you praised him so highly, it compelled her to hear him out, and from the sound of it, you tried hard. You fought for him to get this interview. He’s flabbergasted, and his heart stops for just a moment. Could this be… hope? 

“I, um…” he begins, but no words come out of his dry throat. 

Ava adjusts her position, taking the application form instead. “Let’s talk about you,” she says. 

“But–”

“You’re a Kinsella? Okay. I don’t care. As long as you fit the description of a good employee for my café… I’m gonna be honest with you; no danger, good work, and that’s all I need. I want to know who you are, Michael,” she says. “And I’ll make my decision then, totally unbiased, but let me tell you that you have to thank your girlfriend for my understanding because if it had been anyone else, I would have stayed with my initial answer of saying ‘no’ to you.”

“I…” he clears his throat. It is a lot to take in, but he can’t make himself look like a fool now that he is about to melt into a puddle on the floor. “I can’t thank you enough,” Michael manages to say, finally. 

“Nonsense. Thank me when we’re done here.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Ava,” she corrects him. 

Maybe she wants him to call her by her first name because she doesn’t want to feel old. But she’s the opposite of that. She must be middle-aged by now; a very young, successful woman with a whole future ahead of her. She is a great role model and she has built an empire for herself. He notes that down as impressive. When he googled her, he found himself gasping once or twice at her accomplishments, and she grows even more influential with every word she speaks to him now.

She looks back down at his application. “So, you’re good with your hands?” she asks. 

“Yeah,” he nods, “I would say I have some… handyman skills.”

“Mhm. Interesting. And you’re good with people?”

“Comes with the territory.”

“Kinsella territory?”

He smiles shyly. He should really think before he speaks next time. “I’m not sure which answer is the right one,” he admits.

“The one that’s the truth.”

“Well, then yeah, Kinsella territory, but–“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Ava cuts him off. She flips the page of his application, once again going through his experiences and education before returning to the person at hand.

She reads for a while, and Michael gets uneasy again. She made such a great speech, but she could still change her mind; she didn’t say he was hired, she merely said she was willing to take a closer look at him, and that’s what she’s doing. She’s carefully checking every last crevice she can find in the documents, contemplating, and the silence is slowly driving him insane.

Finally, she speaks up again. “You don’t have a lot of experience, Michael, but you do have some things to show for yourself,” she says.

“I- I do?” Seeming insecure during a job interview is usually a death sentence, but he’s already too deep in it to pull out now. 

“You’ve had good grades, your personality is great… and you’re a family man, and that’s where you get me.”

“What?”

“I know what it’s like to lose a child,” she says, and he can see a glimmer of vulnerability shining through her facade. But as fast as it appeared, it’s gone again. “So I understand what you’re feeling and what you’re fighting for, and the way you’re fighting tells me you’re not a bad father. You just made bad choices. You paid your price for it. It’s not entirely water under the bridge because you committed a very serious crime, but you are trying, so it’s getting there.”

Ava doesn’t know him, but she believes he is a good father. He’s heard it from Birdy, sometimes his brother, and back then, his wife. He heard it from you, too, but Ava doesn’t know him, and it feels like a damn good compliment.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Ya think so?” he asks.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, thank you, Ava, I–“

“There is this thing called redemption,” she murmurs.

He shuts his mouth and listens to her.

“There are those who are worthy of it, and there are those who are not. I don’t get to judge that; a court doesn’t get to judge that… I’m not religious. I believe in a different higher power, and I believe that everyone will eventually get what’s coming for them. That includes redemption. Even though redemption is something you have to fight for, I can tell you that you seem to have the determination for it, and that’s why you deserve a chance,” she says. “To redeem yourself. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to redeem yourself, and some higher power put things in place for your path to end here. And you deserve a chance.”

His brown eyes meet hers, still unsure and a little in disbelief. 

Ava lets out a sigh and takes a different document that doesn’t come from his pile. From the looks of it, it is a schedule. 

“With what you’re willing to offer, I’d say a five-day week would work just fine. We have an early and a late shift, the salary is slightly above minimum wage – about two Euros, to be exact – and you get paid vacation and overtime,” she tells him. “And if you prove that you’re willing to try, I won’t have a problem whipping up a report for a judge that showcases how much you’re ready to try. But for that, you have to fight, and you have to impress me. Like you did today, you must continue doing so throughout your time with us. That’s probably the most important condition, and that’s what this job depends on.”

His head is screaming a million different things. 

“If you agree with all of that,” – she slides a stack of papers toward him on the desk – “Sign here,” she says. 

Michael stares at the contract first, then at the woman before him. “I… I don’t even know wha’ to say,” he murmurs.

She smiles at him. “I know it may be hard to believe, but you’re hired.”

“I am?”

“Yes. If you sign the contract, I’m willing to take a chance on you, Michael, and I suggest you better start believing in your abilities because you have impressed me, and that is not something many people manage to do.” 

He wished for this to happen, but he never saw it coming. 

You’re still flipping through the magazine when the door down the hallway opens. You look up. 

Michael shakes Ava’s hand on his way out. You can’t read his expression. He looks pale, a little sweaty, maybe, and his hand is shaking around the folder. The crease between his eyebrows is deep, but his eyes also have never been wider. He approaches you, and his expression reminds you of a rock. You’re not sure if this a good or a bad thing, but you’re worried it might be the latter. 

Placing the magazine aside, you quickly get up and meet him halfway. “And?” you ask, trying to sound as hopeful as possible. You want to be supportive, but if Ava said no, you know you wouldn’t hesitate to storm her office. 

He licks his lips, meeting your eyes, and something opens in them. Something opens in his heart and the butterflies come flying out together with an overwhelming sense of relief, and he falls into your arms. 

“I got it,” he breathes. “I got the job.”

You take a moment to process his reaction, but when you do, a grin breaks out on your face, and you feel his relief mingle with your own. You hug him back, holding him close to you as you sigh. 

“Oh, thank God! I’m so proud of you,” you say. “So, so proud of you.”

He likes hearing it coming out of your mouth.

Michael squeezes you tighter. He owes this to you. All of this, he owes it to you. This is your doing. You got him this job. Your endless devotion, your words, and your kindness got him a second chance and a stronger foundation. You fought for him when no one else would. You were there for him when he needed someone the most because the people around him only expected him to take care of everyone else around him, and he doesn’t even know how to begin to thank you for everything you have done in such a short amount of time.

“I love ya,” he blurts out. 

Well, shit. Was that what he meant to say? His brain backfires. It slips out of him before he can stop it, and now it’s too late to take it back.

But he doesn’t want to take it back, does he? 

“I…” Michael stares at your face, your eyes just as wide as his, and he’s not sure why, but he says it again, a lot softer this time. “I love you,” he whispers.

And it’s the truth. He does. He does love you. He’s not sure if he’s in love with you, but what he feels can’t be anything but love, and it is so scary but so rewarding to know you fought so hard for him; it’s not just him fighting this battle alone anymore, you are in it together. You’re saving each other every day, and there may still be so many things left unsaid between you, but he is willing to try. 

He loves you. And right now, he is so high on adrenaline, he could shout it from the rooftops. 

Your eyebrows furrow. Your train of thought is a mess. One second, he is holding you and telling you he got the job, and the next he is staring deep into your eyes with his beautiful hazel eyes and he tells you that he loves you.

You.

Michael Kinsella loves you. Not just anyone. He loves you. 

Three words have never been harder to process. 

As Michael’s words hang in the air, time slows down until it comes to a sudden stop. 

Love. It’s a powerful and profound emotion. You realized the same thing not long ago, but you refused to think about it because it was too much. To face the truth felt entirely too much before, but now he’s standing before you, declaring his love for you, and you’re standing at the same crossroads again – this time though, one path seems to shine brighter than the others. 

You never expected to hear those words from him, not so soon, anyway. You aren’t even sure how to navigate your relationship yet. You don’t know everything about each other. You bonded emotionally, and you grew closer together. Your hearts intertwined. An invisible string connects you, body and soul, and that is something magical, but also terrifying for people who have been afraid of commitment long before – like you and partly like him. You’re both scarred from battle. You are both broken, but you complete each other somehow. That’s valuable, isn’t it? 

The words are raw and honest, and spoken from his very core to yours. 

You gaze into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or regret. Instead, you see nothing but sincerity and a flicker of fear mixed with hope. 

Do you love him? Can you love him back? Can you believe him or is he just high on adrenaline and doesn’t know what he’s saying?

But you have poured so much love into him already, and he gave back graciously. You have started opening up only just a little, only giving a glimpse of who you are, but he is patient with you, and he stayed when you thought no one would. In return, you did the same for him. You may have hesitated, but only for the shortest of moments. Looking at him, it should have been clear to you that letting him go would never be an option you could seriously consider. 

It’s taking and giving, and you seem to have specialized in it. He is what you need and you are what he needs; two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly without any space in between to fulfill the picture. 

At that moment, you realize that love is not something to be analyzed or dissected. It’s something to be felt, even if it hurts sometimes. It all adds up. 

You cradle his face in your hands. “Michael,” you whisper.

He whispers your name back. 

“I love you too,” you say. 

And it feels like a weight has been finally lifted off your chest. 

Michael shudders. “You do?” he asks.

“Yeah, I do… so much.”

“It’s not… I’m not dreamin’?”

“No.”

“Jesus fuckin’–“ He pulls you in by the waist and kisses you as hard as he can, his lips sure to leave bruises on yours, but as you stand in the fancy office building in each other’s arms, lips tightly intertwined, you don’t care about anything else but him. 

Love has a way of making everything else fade away, leaving only the two of you in a realm of your own.

When the need for oxygen becomes greater, you pull away. Your breath fans across his face as you rest your foreheads together, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. You feel safe with him, and he is safe with you. 

You chuckle breathlessly, stroking your hands through his now messy hair. Gone is the effort he put in. You try to fix the strands, but it’s of no use. And you like him better with his hair a little messy, anyway. 

“That was… wow,” you say. “I expected a lot, but not this. You surprised me.”

Michael brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face as he says, “Yeah, I… I’m not sure what came over me, but when I saw yer face there, I… I just… I couldn’t hold it back anymore.”

You smile, a faint blush finding its way to your cheeks as the blood rushes to your head. It’s a happy flush, not one of embarrassment. You’re feeling so many emotions at once, it’s hard to pinpoint, but you swear this must be what happiness feels like. It’s a taste of it but you can’t get enough now.

“Bein’ with you, hearing ‘bout how you fought fer me and believed in me, it changed somethin’ in my heart,” Michael says, “And I am so thankful…”

You can tell he’s trying to find the right words while also trying not to cry, and you find yourself holding his face again. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, your touch burning and yet soothing the same ache at the same time. “I never thought I could feel like tha’ again,” he admits. “To have someone who sees me, who loves me for who I am, scars and all. It’s… it’s somethin’ I’ve longed for, and I didn’t even realize it ‘til now.”

“You showed me colors I couldn’t see with anyone else,” you say, your thumb circling his cheekbone. “You’ve given me a sense of belonging that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I doubt I have ever felt it like that, either. And I am grateful every day that you decided to walk into that fuckin’ café that day. I mean, others would walk straight past it, especially when they just got out of prison and couldn’t think straight, but you came in, and I am so glad you did.”

He nods. “If I hadn’t…” He doesn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he had decided to just keep sulking and walk the streets alone. 

His hazel eyes meet yours, and in that shared gaze, you both know that this is a sentence neither of you wants to finish because it’s a hypothetical in the past that is never going to take place. After all, you are here now because he made that decision, and you are so happy that he did. 

He nuzzles his nose against yours. “Go out with me tonight,” he says.

“Go out?” you ask. “Like, on a date?”

“Yeah, a– a date.” He blushes this time, which also makes you blush.

“You mean like having a drink together?”

“No, I mean a real date. Let me take ya out,” he says. “Please?”

It sounds too good to be true. Maya is alright. You still need to get her out of there someday soon, but she’s alright for now, and she’s alive. Michael is here with you, he now has a job and he’s got a chance at getting his daughter back, or at least better chances now, and you’re somewhat happy again after you weren’t for a moment, but you fought your way back to the surface.

Michael loves you and you love him, and now he wants to go on a date. Maybe you are living in a romance novel, after all. Or maybe you should write it, surprise everyone and change lives because it feels too good to be true, but something that feels so good can’t be wrong. 

You nod with a soft smile. You can’t resist him even if you tried. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll go out with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Michael captures your lips, and that’s all the confirmation you need to wrap your arms around his neck once more and indulge him. 

“I love ya,” he breathes hotly against your lips and it feels like a fever dream to be able to say it back. 

“I love you,” you tell him. 

“Keep sayin’ tha’ and ya’ll boost my ego.”

“If that happened, you would not be able to fit anything on your head ever again.”

“That’s rude,” he says. “Yer head is way bigger than mine.”

With a giggle, you bite his lip and kiss him more forcefully this time. “Shut up.” 

‘I love you’ isn’t such a bad thing to hear, after all. 

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[st4rfckerz]

****Ok to the 19 year old virgin with a dildo.*****

I’m 10 years older than you and have been busy in that time. I lost count of my body count, but it’s over 100 for sure so I’ve seen a lot of cock, and most of them aren’t huge. I’ve had all the races and I’ve found that they all have similar sized cocks. Black, white and Latino have like 6-7inches which is fine if he knows how to fuck. I’d say 25% have 8inches and maybe 15% has 9inches. Like 8% are under 6 inches, and I have only come across two 10 inchers out of like 100. I’ve only had sex with one Hawaiian guy and he was tall and built and had a 9 inch. I had sex with a Japanese guy too and he had like a 7 so that whole Asian guys have small dicks thing isn’t true as far as I can tell, but I don’t have a lot of experience with Asians although they’re really attractive. The Hawaiian guy was a mix of Phillipines, Somaoa and pure Hawaiian and his name was Kalani and he had this tattoo on his leg that told the story of his people and it was so hot. His eyes were grey which he said was very unusual and got him beat up when he was little but GOD he was attractive and really great in bed. He made me cum so many times I thought he broke me. Lol. Most guys don’t make you orgasm unless they know how to stimulate your clit and make you feel comfortable and beautiful. If you’re uncomfortable, insecure, or unsure about a guy, you won’t be able to reach an orgasm. Men orgasm every time they finish. It’s more physical than mental for them, while it’s equally mental and physical for women I think.

Side story about the Hawaiian guy just cuz I want to tell it- I met him in Las Vegas at a night club when we were there for my friends bachelorette party weekend. I saw him and said he was hot, and I’m very picky and never really single guys out so it got all my friends attention. I had to pee so I left my purse with my friends, and one of their drunk genius asses goes up to him and tells him he needs to return my purse to me and points me out. Thank god he didn’t just steal my purse with everything in it, but he came up and gave it to me and got me a drink and a rose and he came back to my hotel with me and hung out the whole entire weekend.(he was friends with a bunch of famous UFC fighters but none of us had a clue who any of them were, but a few of my friends got with some of those guys.) He was supposed to go back to Hawaii, but he asked if he could just hang with me a few days, and I told him I lived across the country and he bought a ticket to my hometown and ended up staying a week, and then came back a couple times and I went to Hawaii one time with him, and he didn’t want me to get on the plane but I was an idiot and didn’t say I love you too when he said he loved me. I said thank you and then got on the plane. he never spoke to me again and I was stubborn and didn’t call him after I tried a couple times and gave up.

Back to the cock talk. Length isn’t as important as the thickness unless it’s over 7 inches and hits your cervix. That shit does not feel good. When a guy hits your wall, it’s painful unless you enjoy pain, which some women like to be smacked and have their hair pulled but I’m not one of them. I’ll smack a motherfucker right back!

Porn isn’t a good gauge of what cocks are like cuz those are all extreme sized. I heard that if you’ve given birth, then you can handle bigger cocks, but I’ve never done that so I cannot verify, but I cannot imagine there’s too much of a difference since your body goes back to what it was before birth. There’s a point where they’re just too damn big.

The hottest guy I ever fucked had this enormous penis and it was terrible. I tried several times and different positions, but his dick was like as big around as a soda can and was like 10 inches. You’re trying to get something close in size of your virgin pussy? That’s gonna be tough, if not impossible. Plus what is the dildo made of? If it’s silicone or rubber, then you need some lube. I cannot stress it enough! Lube is so important. If you don’t have enough anti friction lubrication (natural or store bought) sex is not fun, and can even injure you and your partner.

Penetration isn’t really that important in female masterbation. It’s all about clit stimulation and figuring out what really turns you on. Just because you’re wet, doesn’t mean you cummed. That’s just your vagina lubricating itself in preparation for sexual activity when you’re horny or aroused. You absolutely know when you cum. It’s almost like a really strong finally getting to pee feeling, but in a good way and you don’t pee (unless you’re a squirter, but those are pretty rare) squirters are just what they sound like, when they cum they spray pee and their orgasms are more intense. I’ve squirted before and I think it’s so embarrassing but the guy is always so into it. (Even if you get them right in the face, guys are so gross sometimes)

I suggest getting a smaller dildo, and get one with a clit stimulator. Get one that’s got a plug and is rechargable so you don’t burn through a million batteries. They’re more expensive up front, but save you money in the long run.

You don’t wanna loosen yourself up too much anyway. It feels better for you and him if you’re tighter down there. If he goes down on you, and is considerate your first few times, you’ll be able to take dick in no time.

If he won’t go down on you or is not being careful or considerate, and tries to force it in roughly without you telling him to do so, then just get up and leave. You don’t need to get ripped or torn, or get a bruised internal vagina, or not be able to walk the next day comfortably cuz he’s an asshole. Just abandon ship.

Blue balls are supposedly a real thing but most of my guy friends say they are greatly exaggerated to guilt trip women into doing what they want. They don’t actually experience pain. It’s a scam.

there's nothing i can really add because i've only been with a woman but this is like top tier advice

#nai answers! #st4rfckerz

[lotrefcp]

Hidden Away - Chapter 18

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 2200+

Hello guys. My life has changed in the last few days and I'm always tired and, because the interactions are getting less and less with every chapter I'm thinking about ending this fic with one more episodes after this one, I have ready for a while now. So, you guys enjoy these last 2 chapters. It won't have a definite ending but well. Thanks for all who read it.

Chapter 18

During the night you had to take him to the bathroom again, when he called you softly and shyly.

“Sorry, but my bladder has a mind of its own.”, he said with his face flushed for being in such a vulnerable situation. He felt more ashamed for needing help to go to the bathroom than for getting stiff in front of the person helping him.

"Don’t worry. I was already awake.”

Once again he leaned on your shoulders and you carried him to the toilet.

“And don't you dare drop your boxers. You can pee with them strapped above your knees. If I see it out again, I swear I'll close the door and leave you there.”

“I promise I'll hold them up. I've already learned my lesson.”

"I hope so. Then call me.” And less than a minute later he was calling you again. You took him to bed and asked if he needed anything else. He said no but you weren't satisfied.

“I'll get you a glass of water. With so much liquid coming out, there must also be liquid going in.”

“By the way, can you get me a cigarette?”

“You are kidding me right? At least until the stitches come off, you don't smoke. And even after that. We are still trying to figure out if the transfusion will have any consequences. That's why they say that men mature much later than women. I don't think they ever mature.”, you said shaking your head in disapproval. “I'll get you the water.” You turned your back and went into the kitchen to fill the glass you placed on the nightstand next to his bed. He insisted again.

“Seriously Y/N. Isn't it bad enough for me to be stuck here in bed, I can’t even smoke?”

“Nor drink.”

“Maybe it's really better if you go away.”, he ended up saying with his arms crossed over his chest.

“And I will, out of here to the living room. And don't worry, tomorrow I'll buy you some nicotine pills.”

“Thank you.”, he said in a louder tone so that you, that were already closing the door, could hear him.

The sun had barely begun to rise when you left Peña's apartment and went to yours to get ready for the day of work ahead of you. You made a double dose of breakfast and went back to the house next door, already with all your things in hand, ready to leave when the nurse arrived.

You got to his room and knocked on the door. From the other side you only heard a very soft moan. You opened it slowly and went in to find Javi still sleeping, your words making him complain without him noticing.

“Peña, wake up.”, you said while grabbing his arm to shake him lightly.

“Hummm, solo un poco mas, mi sueño.” You quickly gave him a small slap in the whole of his head.

“Hey, lover boy. You’re watching too many movies.” He woke up suddenly with a jump.

“You crazy? Why did you wake me up like that?”

“Because you wanted solo un poco mas, mi sueño. Since the arm shake didn't work, I thought you wanted a little more power. Solo un poco mas.” Javi didn't understand why you kept repeating those words.

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know I'm sick?"

“I'm the one who's going to get sick of putting up with you. Look, here's something to eat.”

"Seriously? And you won't eat with me?"

“I already ate at my house. I'm just waiting for the nurse to come to go to work.”

“You are really going to leave me alone with a stranger.”

“As if you bothered to get to know them all. You are used to having strangers in your house.” And saying that you heard someone knocking on the door. “It must be her.” You went to greet her and took her to Peña's room so that she could get to know him.

“This is... Sorry, I don't know your name.”, you said looking at her.

“Maria.”, she replied stretching out her hand for Javi to shake without even turning her face towards you.

“Javier Peña.”, he said in return for the handshake.

"I know who you are. I've wanted to meet you for a long time.”

"And that’s it. I will go to work so you guys can get to know each other better. Maria, he pees a lot. You'll love it. And you, Peña. I know she's your style, but don't you dare leave her unable to walk. I won't get you another one. And watch out for the stitches.”, You repeated your warning in the form of a joke. "See you later."

“Y/N…”, he started saying but you were already leaving. “See you later.”

And you left the room towards the apartment door, not before hearing Maria telling Peña to get up because she was going to give him a bath.

You didn't want to admit it, but the heat you felt on your way to work had little to do with the atmospheric temperature and more with the jealousy you felt because of 'Maria'. She must be a saint with that name, you thought to yourself. Don't be stupid. He's single, he can do whatever he wants. At least I'm not there to listen to them fuck.

You arrived at your destination and went to work.

“So Y/N, how are you?”, Steve asked, as soon as he saw you arriving at your desk.

“Everything is great, can't you see?”, you replied too aggressively, as you sat down in your chair.

“Is something wrong? Is everything okay with Javi?”

"With him? Couldn’t be better. Why?"

“Calm down, did I say something wrong?”, Murphy ended up asking worriedly. You took your hands to your face to rub it.

"Sorry. I barely slept. Peña's sofa is very uncomfortable.”

"I believe you. Do you want me to stay there tonight?”

"That would be amazing. At least it would be easier for you to carry him to the bathroom.”

"Excuse me?"

“Of course, do you think the bullet took away his urge to piss? It even looks like it increased it.”

“Ok, maybe you can last a few more nights sleeping on his couch.”

“Yeah, I thought so. But don't worry. I'm already used to little sleep. And you, have you arrived long ago?”

“No, I just got here. Apparently they still haven't managed to get La Quica to talk.”

“They’ve only had him for less than 3 days. He will break. Sooner or later."

"I hope so. He is our last chance in finding Escobar.”

And the day was spent reading documents, listening to wiretaps, always hoping to hear Pablo Escobar's name on one of them, and waiting for news from the Search Bloc that continued to interrogate La Quica.

At the end of the day you left and immediately went to Peña's house to see if he was okay. You opened the door slowly and entered. As you looked into his room, you saw him lying down, smiling at Maria as she ran her hand over his arm. He looked out and saw you with your eyes fixed on the two of them. You suddenly woke up from the trance you had entered.

"Hello. I asked maintenance for the key to your apartment so I wouldn't have to knock on the door. You could be sleeping and resting and I didn't want to wake you up with the noise. But I see you're wide awake so I better go home and take my shower. I'll be back in a little while so Maria can leave. See you then.” Javi couldn't even say anything, looking at you and your clumsy attitude, almost running away from him. You entered your house and immediately opened the living room window, the heat coursing through your body again, almost suffocating. You took a longer shower, not wanting to go back to the neighboring apartment, even though you knew you would have to. You got dressed and went to the next door, knocking this time. Maria went to open the door and took the opportunity to leave, saying goodbye to you.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

“See you tomorrow.”, you replied slamming the door behind her. You went to Peña's room and threw a small box at him.

“Here are your pills.”

"Thank you.", he replied while catching them still in the air with both hands.

“So, have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I was waiting for you.”

"What? Did she cook at least?”

"I don't think so."

“Of course not, she was too busy.”

“As a matter of fact, she was busy. When you arrived, for example, she was checking my blood pressure.”, he continued, feeling that he needed to justify what you had seen. Suddenly the heat you felt in your body seemed to go all over your face, leaving you completely flushed.

“Ah, the blood pressure. Was it okay?”

“Perfect.”, he replied, with a mischievous smile on his lips when he saw your reaction to his words.

"Then I'm going to my house to get something to cook."

“Don't worry about it. Did you not make too much soup yesterday?”

“Yes, it´s still there but don't you want something better than soup?”

"Better? It was great. And that way you don't have to get more tired, after a day of work”

“Okay, I’ll get the soup then.” And a little while later you came back with two trays, with a plate of soup and a glass of water on each.

“So how was the day at the embassy?”

"A drought. We're looking for a needle in a haystack and I've had enough. One day I'll get tired of it, and will be on the street, knocking from door to door until I find that beast.”

“I hope I recover and we're both going. I want to be there when you find him.”

“Then you have to behave well to recover quickly. I don't have the patience to wait.”

“Not even for me?”

“Hum...?”, you asked, raising your head in his direction.

“For your partner.”

“Oh?”

“What did you think I meant?”

“Me? Nothing. I just hadn't heard what you said. Hence the hum? Because I didn't listen.”, you ended up saying, lowering your head towards the soup again.

When you finished eating, you cleaned everything up and went back to Peña.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom again before I go to the living room?”

“Are you leaving already? Why don't you stay and talk a little longer?"

“Didn't you talk with Maria today?”, you asked as you went back to your chair placed next to him.

"Not really."

"Yeah, I really believe that. After the bath first thing in the morning you must have occupied you mouths with other things.”

“After the shower in the morning I came back to bed and she went to watch TV.” He saw your startled expression. “What did you think was going to happen?”

“With the way she hit on you first thing in the morning?”

“Yes, and she even tried to get something while she was giving me a bath. But I reminded her that that wasn't what she was here for."

"Seriously?"

“I already told you that this is not what I want anymore. That I changed.”

“You changed? Don’t say. You are gay now.”

“No, I'm not gay. I just met someone.” Your stomach began to turn at hearing such a confession.

“Someone uh? The ‘mi sueño’?”

"Who?"

“This morning, when I tried to wake you up, you were dreaming about someone you called 'mi sueño'. You said it out loud.”

"Really?"

"Yes. It's the person you met, right?"

“Yes, it’s her.”

"That’s great. I hope she makes you happy.”, you said with a small smile on your lips. “And why ‘mi sueño’? You like ‘mi cariño’ so much.”

"Because for now she's only mine when I'm sleeping, in my dreams." His gaze turned to his bedroom window, seeing the street lights. "That's good enough for now."

“Well, I have to meet that woman.”

"One day."

The two didn't speak for a few minutes, until you broke the silence.

“Well, go take a piss so I can go to the living room.”

“Okay boss.”

When he went back to bed you said goodbye to him.

“I'm going to see if I can rest because last night I didn't sleep at all. You know, call when you need it. Today I brought a book to entertain myself, so maybe just scream because I might be to focused on reading.”

“And why don’t you stay here with me?”

"What?"

“Hey, don't worry. It's just because you just said you can't sleep. You’ll have to be here all night, right? Maybe you can sleep next to me, like the other times.”

“Hmmm… Better not.”

"Why? If it helps you.”

“Because I can hurt you at night by moving. I'm sure you're sore all over, both from the wound and from spending so many hours in bed.”

"But..."

"But nothing. Don't you want to go knocking on doors with me looking for Escobar? So, we can't take any chances. See you tomorrow."

"Ok, see you tomorrow."

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