#and seeing this Spanish dude in the pool

[leclercskiesahead]

First days (first dates)

#charlos #Charles was like this. fancy little guy with his sunglasses #looking around being like where do I find myself a hot man #and seeing this Spanish dude in the pool #but also Carlos literally just wears his team gear #pulling a shirt over his fireproofs so you can’t see his body #meanwhile charles is displaying his whole waist #but this clueless Spanish guy isn’t getting the hint #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #f1 #the narratives from this picture alone #pre-Ferrari charlos

[sthavoc]

hello girlie

could there maybe be a imagine on enzo but like dirty dancing 2 havana nights au? i dont know if you saw the movie…but i can imagine him being like the main character diego luna he notices the girl in a club she’s there with some posh dude she doesn’t speak spanish or knows like 10 words maybe and he invites her to dance and he’s trying to teach how to dance you know the sexy way hips and all that…just maybe something steamy with this

thank you in advance even for reading this🫶🫶🫶

੭* 💃🏻𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: havana nights AU!enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you, a tourist that doesn't know a single word of spanish, apart from only ten. Him, a great dancer that spots you in the crowd inviting you to dance.

·˚ ༘ warnings: sexy dancing, flirting, tension, guys being guys. (btw on this imagine enzo speaks english but there will be lines in spanish)

·˚ ༘ note: babes I haven’t watched the movie but oh my. I watched some of the edits and holyyy. javier 😭. from what I saw the man knows business. Also I didn’t think doing a diff AU would be fun! I took some parts from the scene, but also the rest I wrote. I'm sorry if I missed any grammar errors.

“Look at how they’re dancing.” Your voice was filled with excitement and your face also showed it. “The way they’re feeling the music.”

“Oh yeah. They’re feeling it alright. Very much.” Nick mentions. You had come with a date. More like an arranged date, from your parents. They had been waiting for you to date the son of one of their closest friends and colleagues. Business allies.

You’ve known Nick since you were toddlers, you grew up together. So having the son and daughter, together of the two important companies is like continuing the legacy. Business. Money. You had come to Cuba for the very reason, corporation. Those meetings would bored you to death, you would prefer to read a book instead.

There was something about the music. It made you interested, and excited, seeing all the bodies dancing together. The women swayed their hips to the rhythm of the music, and the men pressed against the body frame. It was intense, yet your attention was devoted to it. Specifically to someone. Enzo. You had met him by the pool of the hotel where your family and Nick’s had been staying, he had accidentally spilled a few drinks and you decided to help him.

You had bumped into him on one of the streets, once again. He was dancing. A dancing that you hadn’t seen, and he had caught you staring. You told him about your parents taking you guys to a Country Club, and that’s when he mentioned the Havana Club. You thought about it when he first mentioned it, and your answer was an obvious no in your head, but after getting to the Country Club your answer had changed. The atmosphere was so grown up, so business you felt you would fall asleep at any moment.

So you asked Nick if he wanted to join you. You expected him to say no, but his answer was otherwise. And so now, the both of you stood in a Club that was much different from what the two of you knew.

There was that moment when your eyes met with Enzo’s, and it felt as if the moment hindered down. Your heart stopped for a minute, feeling a weird sensation running through your body. You kept the contact, and the smile on your face as you watched him come to you.

“Ah, you came!” The excitement was in his voice, and with how his arms raised when he saw you. “Look at you all fancy.”

“Yeah!” You giggled, eyes shooting down at your dress. A semi-short navy blue dress, somewhat loose only towards the end.

“Hi, I'm Enzo.” Enzo extends his hand for Nick to shake.

“Nick.” He takes his hand and shakes it for a second.

“Yeah, I know who you are, cheto.” His accent showed in the last phrase. It left the both of you confused not knowing what he had said. “Country Club was boring?” Enzo damps his lips with the wetness of his tongue, his attention being back on you.

He waited for an answer, only he got it from Nick. “We thought we could expand our horizons, you know, bro.” He gifts a shrug motion.

“You mean like, naturally experience Havana?” Enzo's lips turned into a smirk that he accompanied with a small sway of his hips, he managed to get a smile from you after his eyes moved to you. He was giving you a daring look, he licked his lips once more before he spoke and returned his eyes to Nick. “You mind if I dance with your date?”

Your mouth fell open with a smile. You weren’t going to deny you were excited, but yet nervous because you didn’t know a single move of this kind of dancing.

“Don’t ask me. You have to ask her.” His head motions your way. His move made Enzo turn his smirking face toward you.

“May I dance with you, chiquita?” It didn’t take long for Enzo to get a response—

“Yeah, okay!”

The excitement on your face was altogether apparent. If anybody were to see you, the first thing they would ask is if your cheeks don’t hurt from the muscles being tugged. Enzo pulled you into the filled floor, bodies pinning onto each other, not letting go. As if they were tied, glued together.

“Wanna give your boyfriend a show?” Enzo’s voice hollered through the clamant bellowing music.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You answered back. At least not yet. You thought.

Your eyes glanced towards the women around, taking on to find a way to start, but they all moved so fast for your rookie moves. You had initiated by placing your hands on Enzo’s shoulders but he shook his head with a jokingly frown. He positioned your hands around his neck, and he took his, to your waist. There was a blunt pull that made you bump into his chest delivering a small gasp from your vocals.

“I’ll apologize in advance if I step on your toes. I’m not a good dancer.” You enunciate. There was no need to yell, the two of you were dangerously close.

“It’s okay, princesa. Practicing makes perfect.” He shoots you a wink. All these nicknames were making you flustered, you weren’t used to them. “The key is on the hips. You have to let go, sway.” He demonstrates with his.

You tried moving them. But in Enzo’s point of view, you were doing too much, and you could see it on his face. “I-” was the opening of your sentence, but he cut you off.

“Can I?” He had his hands placed on you already, he just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with him moving them around more.

After you delivered a nod, a sound came out of you, once again. He had turned you around, for your back to face his chest, and he had his hands extending for more space, trying to locate them at the perfect spot. “You don’t wanna think about it much.” His breath hits you on the back of the part that connects your neck and shoulder.

You felt how he began to move your hips from side to side. Definitely smoother than you previously were. “Move them with me, just a little.” He indicates.

You tried not to overdo it, to still leave it to him. You moved slowly, and your hands would softly touch his forearms from how he had them placed. With your head turned towards his chest there wasn’t a moment where his breath wasn’t hitting you. He drove the both of you front and back still shifting your hips.

“Mind if we add a few spins?”

You shake your head in a “No” manner. The minute he moved away you felt as if you could breathe correctly again, as if you had been holding your breath with how close you were to him.

With his hand connected with yours he raised it above your head to give you a spin, and another, and another after he switched positions. “You’re still gonna spin towards me on this one.” He indicates making you nod quickly, like if you were afraid to miss anything. His hand was now extended between the two of you.

There was the nod, that said it was your cue. When you turned, your other hand hung around his neck, with heavy breathing. No wonder they sweat so much, so many movements. There was a part when he had his hand on your lower back, bending you back with his body hovering over yours.

Oh boy.

His lips were so close to yours. He had his eyes scanning every feature of your face as if he was taking advantage of the close-up he was granted. Feeling the way his hand traveled from your waist to your thigh had you gripping him, and even more when he raised it towards his side.

“Part of the dance, America.” He says. You guessed he had noticed the face expression you had on, and he liked it.

It wasn’t always that a woman would get Enzo’s attention. Yeah, he would dance with many, but that was it, and the fact that he had the pleasure of teaching you basics was even better.

A hum was all you let out. You didn’t trust yourself with words during this point, at any moment your voice could crack and the embarrassment was not going to happen.

“Why don’t you touch me?” Your eyes go wide at his words.

Was he serious right now?

“Excuse me?” A furrow is delivered from brows, confused.

“Not like that.” He laughs. “You gotta set loose, put your hands on me, move them around.”

So that's what he meant. Your cheeks were tinted red from both embarrassment and the lack of air from the humidity in the room, face was flushed. And Enzo’s hair was getting damped from the sweat, a few strands sticking to his forehead.

He had turned you around again, using his hands to move yours towards his face. Your fingers brushed his jawline, and slowly later moved to touch his cheek.

“Just like that.” You could feel the smirk on his lips as they rested right next to your ear.

You were so concentrated with him, that you didn’t feel any of the other people around you, as if the heat was only coming from the both of you. The colors of the lights were dimmed, giving it a more vibey style.

“Are we ready to go?” Oh, Nick. His voice came out grimacing.

“Oh um, yeah.” You pulled away from Enzo, gifting him a small smile. So he did the same.

“Why so early, bro?” There was that smirk again.

“We just have other things to do, bro.” Nick gives Enzo a sardonic smile that he gladly returns with no shame.

“Okay! Bro’s.” You add, turning over to Nick and patting him on the chest to walk it over. This was a scene that you did not need to happen.

“Oh come on, we were having a good time!” Enzo digs, he wants to play with fire. “Are you scared I’ll steal her from you?” He was taunting it.

Nick laughed. Laughed at the situation, and laughed at Enzo. “Not a chance.”

Nick thought he had you under control, with how much your family and his family made together, you wouldn’t leave him for someone like Enzo.

“Okay, guys, stop. Nick, let’s go.” Your words followed a gentle push that made him stumble backward. “Enzo, thank you for the dance. It was... amazing.” And for him, there was a smile. Nothing more.

Enzo let out a small tsk sound squinting his eye. “Cuando quieras chiquita.” His words made you smile, and he later realized you didn’t know what he had just said. “It was a pleasure.” He puts his hand on his chest.

Walking away with Nick, there was your hand grabbing him by the arm ready to get out of the club. There was the smile that you tried to get rid of but couldn’t, something about Enzo and the way the both of you danced had magic in it. The beauty of it is that you wanted to continue to try, but couldn’t for obvious reasons.

Enzo kept an eye on as your figure ambled out of the Havana Club, the cheeky smirk still on his face. Oh, how he loved this moment. Enzo was a flirt, everyone knew that. He was never afraid of showing how he felt, or his actions. And knowing that he had gotten under your not-boyfriend’s skin, made him feel even better.

“Pero que belleza, Dios. Que viva América.”

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you

[fatecantstopme]

Still Perfect

Pairing: Rafael Barba x plus size!reader

Summary: You're feeling self-conscious about your body and Rafael reminds you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: body image issues. Cursing. SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (p in v)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

mi amor: my love

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

mi corazón: my heart

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

“I don’t wanna go,” you complained with a huff as you dropped onto the bed. 

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Rafael asked gently. 

“I have nothing to wear.”

He chuckled softly. “For a woman with a wardrobe as extensive as yours, that seems unlikely.”

You groaned and laid back onto the bed. “None of it fits.”

“Now I know that’s not true. You’re currently wearing clothing.”

You glared at him. “I look homeless, Rafi. None of my cute clothes fit.”

“Cariño, you look cute in everything.”

As sweet as the comment was, it didn’t make you feel better. “But it’s a vacation…on a beach…there’s gonna be hot model babes running around everywhere.”

He sat down beside you and took your hand, concern evident on his face. You were normally such a confident woman, but you’d gained a fair amount of weight recently and it was definitely bringing you down. Rafael still thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, but he was having a hard time making you see that too. 

“Mi amor, you have nothing to be concerned about. There will be a plethora of hot model dudes running around too. I certainly won’t be hanging out with them.” 

His tone was teasing, but you were so stuck in your head that you interpreted his meaning differently. “So I’m not as attractive as those women?”

He gave you a harsh look. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, hermosa. Nothing has changed for me. Nothing.”

Tears stung your eyes. “I’m too fat to sit comfortably on a plane, Rafi. I don’t wanna go. I hate my body so much right now,” you whispered. 

“I know, cariño, but you’re not too fat to do anything. You’re perfect. I don’t care that you’ve gained a little weight. You’re sexy as hell and I can’t wait to lay beside you on that beach and show you off.”

You looked up at him and offered him a small smile. You’d never loved anyone the way you loved him and you could see that same love reflected in his sparkling green eyes. 

“I love you, Rafi.”

He smiled in return. “Te amo mucho, (Y/N).” [I love you very much.]

He laid down beside you on his side and gently caressed your skin. His touch warmed your heart and your body. He had a truly special way of making you feel beautiful and loved. 

“But you know what I’m looking forward to most?” He whispered into your ear. “I’m looking forward to making love to you every place we can possibly think of…every inch of that hotel room, the private patio, the beach, the ocean…everywhere.”

You inhaled deeply, breathing his scent into your nostrils. Your body reacted to his words instantly, desire pooling in your abdomen. “Rafi…” you whispered. 

He knew exactly what you were asking for and he was never one to deny you. His lips met yours hungrily, his growing need for you evident in his kiss. 

He rolled his body so he was hovering over you, his lips never leaving yours. His long fingers ran down your sides before slipping under your shirt and dancing across your skin. 

Your body tensed slightly as his hands touched your soft flesh, a surge of insecurity hitting you. 

“I’ve got you, cariño. Let me love you, por favor,” he murmured. 

You nodded and tried your best to relax. As usual, his touch and his kiss were enough to push the negative thoughts from your mind. 

You allowed him to remove your shirt and he let out a low growl when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. His mouth immediately latched on to your breast, a groan of enjoyment sounding from deep in his throat.

As much as he loved your breasts—and god help him, he loved them—he desperately needed to taste you.

He made quick work of removing your shorts and your underwear, but he forced himself to slow down and give your body the love it deserved.

His lips touched every inch of your skin he could reach, slowly, sensually moving down towards your core. He took his time, his touches reverent, his kisses adoring.

“Rafi, please,” you begged.

He looked up at you with a soft expression. “Do you feel beautiful?”

You shouldn’t have been surprised by his question. Rafael cared about your feelings more than anything. “I feel beautiful,” you whispered honestly.

He smiled warmly. “Do you feel loved?”

“I feel worshipped.”

“Oh cariño. You haven’t seen worship.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he licked his way between your folds and began his delicious assault on your pussy.

“Rafi!” You gasped, fingers entwining in his hair.

He tugged your hips closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He needed you more than he needed to breathe—mouth never leaving your core.

You couldn’t keep still as he feasted. Every inch of your body was alight with desire, a desperate need to feel him everywhere.

As if he read your mind, his hands began to travel, caressing you and squeezing your flesh…gently digging his long fingers into your skin. He left a blaze of euphoria in his wake, a feeling only eclipsed by the tightening in your belly.

He knew you were close and he suddenly realized how badly he wanted to taste your release. He sped up his ministrations, his own hips digging into the mattress in search of some relief.

Within seconds, he sent you spiraling over the edge with a cry of his name. He worked you through the pleasure, not stopping until your last aftershock had passed.

“Can I make love to you, mi amor?” Rafael asked softly when he came up for air.

You were breathless and content, but when you saw the look in his eyes, you felt the fire within you begin to grow again. “Por favor.”

He smiled and pulled away from you, quickly ridding himself of his clothing. When his cock sprung free, you reached for it almost instinctively, but Rafael grabbed your hand.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” You pouted.

“If I feel those pretty little hands wrapped around me, I won’t last long enough to make you cum again.”

You sat up slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “But I wanna touch you, Rafi,” you purred.

“Querida…” he murmured hesitantly.

“Just for a moment…”

The hungry look on your face made him give in. “Alright, just for a moment—mierda.” [shit/fuck]

You stroked him slowly, paying special attention to the throbbing tip. You spread the precum leaking from his cock around the head, causing him to buck his hips against your hand.

His breathing was labored as he watched your hands—so small around his thick cock. “Cariño, por favor,” he begged.

In response, you dragged the head of his cock between your folds, causing both of you to moan at the sensation.

“Mi amor…”

You nodded your head in permission. “Make love to me, Rafael.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he slid his cock into you all the way to the hilt. He paused before moving, forehead falling against yours, slightly breathless.

“You’re always so tight, hermosa,” he mumbled.

You moved your hips in response, silently begging him to move. You craved the friction he would provide and the inevitable release he would coax from you.

He picked up on your indication and began to slowly pull out of you, only to plunge back in with force. He repeated the motion a few times before speeding up, but his focus never left your face.

He watched your expressions, taking note of every reaction you made. Every time you closed your eyes, every moan that escaped your lips, every tilt of the head…

Every time your nails dug into his back or your pussy clenched him extra tight, moans of pleasure forced their way out of his mouth. Rafael could never be considered a quiet man, and the same was true in the bedroom.

You loved hearing the sounds he made, just as much as he loved hearing yours. Although you would never admit it to him, what you loved most was the way he talked to you in bed…especially when he was so far gone that the only words slipping out were in Spanish. You couldn’t explain why it turned you on, all you knew was that it did.

Rafael wouldn’t admit it to you, but he knew the effect his whispered Spanish had on you—and he never hesitated to use it to his advantage.

“Cariño, te sientas muy bien. Me encanta la forma en que me aprietas tan fuerte." [Sweetheart, you feel so good. I love the way you’re squeezing me so tight.]

Your nails raked down his back and a desperate moan left your lips. “Please,” you begged—though you weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for.

“Qué necesitas, mi amor? Digame." [What do you need, my love? Talk to me.]

“More. You.”

He smiled at your inability to form a coherent sentence. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Cualquier cosa por ti, Querida." [Anything for you, baby.]

He shifted his hips just enough so that he hit your g-spot with each thrust. Within seconds, he could feel you nearing the edge, but he wanted—needed—to feel you cum with him.

“Wait for me, cariño.”

“I—I can’t—“

“Yes you can. Just a little longer.”

You closed your eyes and focused on holding off your impending orgasm. Every sensation flooding through your body was pure pleasure and you could feel yourself losing control.

“Rafi, please,” you gasped.

A couple more thrusts and he whispered, “Ven conmigo." [Come with me.]

You cried out as you came, fingers gripping Rafael’s back like your life depended on it.

He exploded with a gasp of your name, hips finally beginning to falter.

He didn’t stop moving until you’d come down from your high. He lips met your heated skin and he whispered sweet nothings to you.

Finally, he collapsed beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before dragging himself to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He cleaned you up gently, as he always did, before crawling back into the bed beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He tugged you into him and placed soft kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” he asked softly.

“Nope. No one. Ever,” you said in a teasing tone.

He laughed warmly. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, mi corazon and I love you.”

You turned your head to look into his warm green eyes. “Te amo, Rafi, con todo mi corazon.” [I love you, Rafi, with all my heart.]

His lips met yours in a gentle kiss. “Te amo mucho, querida. Más que la vida." [I love you so much, baby. More than life.]

#rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x plus size!reader #rafael barba x reader smut #rafael barba smut #law and order svu #law and order svu smut #barba x reader #barba x reader smut

[second-axis-point]

Would you be able to write a Javi G x Male reader where they’re friends absolutely smitten with one another but oblivious. One night they’re having a drinking session out by the pool. End up talking about skinny dipping which the reader has never done. One thing leads to another and they end up skinny dipping together, but fuelled by alcohol, one lets something slip and they end up making out in the pool naked. Can just be fluff with mild nudity or full blown smut

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Male!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol?

Content: Reader and Javi are stupid about each other, Alcohol, Drunken Kissing

RAHHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH DUDE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TOO. Again all Spanish used is from google translate so I’m sorry I get things wrong. Thanks for the request! 💛

Skinny Dipping

Everyone with eyes and two brain cells could see that you and Javi were head over heels for each other. At least everyone except you and Javi. Somehow both of you missed the prolonged loving looks the other would give, the prolonged touching, and praise of one another. Every time you came over to Javi’s house for a party or anything else, people would give knowing looks and bet money on how long it would take for the two of you to get together and groan in irritation when you left without anything happening.

You woke up to a text from Javi saying that he was throwing a little party that afternoon. You checked your clock to see it was already noon. You rolled out of bed and took a shower, getting a few chores done around the house before heading out. You dressed up a bit, as you always did before going over to Javi’s. You got in your car and drove to his place. There were already people there, cars filled the driveway. You parked and stepped out into the warm wind. The sun was already starting to go down and the heat of the day was receding. You stepped into the house, greeting people you already knew and keeping an eye out for Javi.

It took you about ten minutes to spot Javi laughing out by the pool. He spotted you and lit up even further. He jogged up to you and pulled you into a warm hug. You smiled as you pulled away.

“I’m glad you made it.”

You follow him as he walks over to the bar. He pours two drinks and offers you one.

“You know I’d never miss one of your parties.”

You tapped your glass against his before downing it. You felt the burn as it slipped down your throat. Javi did the same and took your glass. He poured you another and the two of you started talking as you drank. The party died down after a few hours and people slowly started to leave. Eventually it was just Javi and you. The both of you had been drinking all night and were probably not fit to drive. Looks like you were crashing on the couch again. The conversation ended for a second before you looked over at the pool.

“You wanna go for a swim?”

You propositioned Javi. He smiled and nodded his head.

“Wait but you don’t have a bathing suit with you, do you?”

You stopped.

“Oh yeah.”

Javi jumped up from the poolside chair he was sitting in.

“Come with me, you can borrow a pair of mine.”

You hopped up from the chair and you both retreated back to Javi’s bedroom. He dug through his draws and held out a pair of red swim trunks for you and you ran to the bathroom to change while Javi did the same. You came out of the bathroom as Javi came out of his bedroom. You walked outside together. The pool was lit by the moon and the lights from the house. You watched as Javi slowly descended down the stairs, getting used to the water. You wandered over to the deep end and jumped in. The water wasn’t cold enough to sober up either of you due to the extremely warm weather that day.

Javi watched as you walked past him. He was about to ask where you were going before you dove in. He ran his eyes up and down your back as you swam closer to him. He was so distracted by your frame that he didn’t notice that you had grabbed him and tossed him into the pool. He broke the surface of the water to see you doubled over in laughter.

“You should see your face right now.”

You laughed harder when he faked a pout. He stood up and brushed his wet hair back. You watched him run his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. You felt your face heat up but checked it off as just being drunk. You dipped under, cooling yourself off and came back up right next to Javi. You hand brushed his leg by accident as you stood up.

You backed up, embarrassed. He bushes it off before striking up a conversation about a movie he just saw. You listened and commented while you climbed out of the pool to get yourself and Javi another drink. His eyes were on you as you moved around the small outside bar area. You walked back over to him and leaned down to give him his drink. You sat down with your legs in the pool while he leaned up against the wall of the pool. You have no idea how it came up but Javi piped up a few minutes later.

“Have you ever been skinny dipping?”

In your alcohol fueled daze, you thought hard.

“I don’t think so, why?”

Your face got hot and you felt the need to dip your head under the water again.

“Do you want to try it?”

Javi rested his head on his palm as he looked up at you. You couldn’t really see straight and knew that you shouldn’t be making any rash decisions but you didn’t care. You flashed him a smile and stood up. You held out a hand for Javi and pulled him out of the pool. You held on to his hand for a little longer than necessary but neither of you noticed. You turned your backs to each other and pulled off your swim trunks. Adrenaline rushed through your system as you heard Javi jump in. You followed close behind. You dipped your head underwater and sat there for a moment. 

The fog around your brain cleared for a second. You were naked. In a pool. With Javi. Your face set ablaze and you came back up to the surface.The fog wrapped around again as you saw Javi leaned against the wall again, sipping his drink. The droplets on his chest and face glimmered in the moonlight. Your mouth watered for a second. You walked over next to him and picked up your drink.

“So?”

Javi asked.

“So what?”

You responded before downing the rest of your drink.

“Skinny dipping. How is it?”

He asked quietly.

“I think it’s an interesting experience.”

Your words slurred together and you leaned closer than necessary. You heard Javi’s breath hitch.

“Dios mío…” My god…

Javi whispered quietly under his breath. You moved in closer. Your chests were almost touching.

“What?”

You went teasing him on purpose. You didn’t even realise.

“Usted es tan guapo. Dios, quisiera que supieras las cosas que quiero que me hagas…” You are so handsome. God, I wish you knew the things I want you to do to me...

Javi totally forgot that you knew Spanish as well. You moved in even closer and leaned your head so that your lips were right by his ear, a wicked grin on your face.

“¿Qué quieres que te haga?” What do you want me to do to you?

Javi stilled completely, his face was bright red.

“You can… You can speak Spanish?”

His eyes were wide. You slowly brought your hands up to his naked hips and softly pushed him against the wall of the pool. His back touched the curved ledge and he whimpered quietly.

“Of course.”

You grin at him and repeat your question in a low voice.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Javi moved his hands up to your chest and looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Bésame.” Kiss me.

You did just that. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his. He moaned into your mouth as you put a leg in between his. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and Javi moved his arms around your neck to pull you closer. You pull away to look at him. His pretty brown eyes peered up at you. You leaned in to pepper his neck with small kisses, biting down every now and then. You suck hickies under his jaw, just so he can’t hide them tomorrow. You ran your fingers through his hair before tugging slightly. Javi whines and tosses his head back. You leave bites on his collarbone and move your thigh against him. You continue teasing until Javi begs you to bring him inside. You didn’t because you knew the two of you were still too drunk to consent but you did sleep in the same bed that night.

I am actually in love with this man.

#javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x male reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi g x you #javi g x reader #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #male reader #reader insert #male reader insert #x male reader #x reader #pedro pascal #i love pedro pascal

[batfamscreaming]

Listen. We direly must uncouple Hyrule from the fantasy of medieval Europe. If Hylia's power and the power of sages are believed to be passed down by bloodlines, that means the Hylian Royal family has a vested interest in controlling the bloodline, but also in keeping it healthy. Do you know about Royal European bloodlines? Yeah you can trace them back 1000 years, but everyone has hemophilia.

Controlling the bloodline means hapsburg style not marrying any other royal families because then that royal family has a legal stake in your land. Hyrule royal family has magical powers? Everybody wants to marry into that. Everyone wants a piece of magic power.

So you marry people who are already invested in Hyrule, which someone is saying "nobility who own the various lands in hyrule", but even if you keep a pretty close eye on shit and arrange marriages as far apart as possible, after a few generations, people are gonna start running out of gene pool space. The Hapsburgs lasted 500-700 years before the Spanish ones were literally were unable to conceive anymore and the other Hapsburgs finally married out.

We have to keep this up not just for 10k years, but indefinitely. So that's not going to work.

I'm not saying that the hyrulian royal family didn't marry nobles at all, but I am saying that it is super fucking common for them to marry like. Just a dude.

Maybe other kingdoms surrounding Hyrule are trying to make political marriages, but hyrulian princesses are basically forbidden from marrying foreign princes, and instead are encouraged to chat up the local blacksmith for example, or perhaps the nice young lad at the market selling flowers. The servant with the nice smile.

Does this lead to a big power imbalance? Yes. But it also has a weird fun side effect that a lot of prince and princess consorts know how common Hylians live and can provide input in ruling. It means the hyrulian people feel a little closer to the monarchy and may be more inclined to trust them, not just because of religious reasons but because they can see people like themselves in the royal family here and there.

Obviously if a royal starts courting someone way below them in social standing it's not easy, there's a lot that goes into literacy and schooling all of a sudden, and political training and manners, and then after starting all that good luck if they fucking break up. But it does make a very very strange, relaxed royal family for a very very strange kingdom fraught with blessings.

It also means that the bloodline has spread.

There's the line to the throne, of course, but most of the time if there are multiple heirs some of them simply never are used. They also cant marry out of the kingdom of course, to maintain control of the bloodline, but if the queen can marry a commoner, well... surely so can her sibling. And those children are even less likely to be used for the throne than their royal parent. I suppose this could make up a lot of nobility, but not all of it.

A lot of semi-royals end up bringing a dowry to commoner families and spreading that money in the community they settle down in. Their kids marry locals and so on and so forth until there's any number of people who have a connection to the royal line without even really knowing about it. After all, most regular folk aren't deeply involved in genealogy. Four generations back is plenty. And it's not like spares and their kids settle down all the time, it's just one or two a generation and the kids from others become not much bigger a deal than fun gossip.

Because no one is thinking about it, it seems strange and miraculous sometimes, how the kingdom of Hyrule remains prosperous and wealthy with a royal family that are strange and unformal but mostly hale, as if their blood is magical.

And yet, people are still surprised when it seems like their heroes come from nothing.

As if the whole kingdom shares a blessing.

#i dont like the bloodline thing but i just thinj if you use it you should use it RIGHT #legend of zelda #loz #beatext #worldbuilding #we can build a fire

[trashyswitch]

The Orbeez Monster

Brandon, Cameron, and Angel have just finished filming the 'Hilarious 5 Minute Crafts 100 Million Orbeez Extended Version' video. But when Brandon gets a little too playful, Angel comes up with an entire plotline for a non-existant, childish creature...and Cameron is here for it!

This fanfic was a fun little idea I came up with after watching the playful video it's based on. As a result, this fanfic is going to have some spoilers for both the originsl video, and the extended version. So, I advise you click the link and watch the video before reading the fanfic.

Brandon, Cameron and Angel were in a pool of 100 million Orbeez water beads, and about 10 percent dark soil mix. They had filled the entire studio with these beads and dirt as a part of their 5 Minute Crafts video. The boys had calmed down from their Orbeez pool wrestling, and were now chilling out in the Orbeez pool. Honestly from an outsider, seeing 3 grown men ‘swimming around’ in a pool of over 100 million Orbeez water beads, was a hilarious way to end off the video. But even though the video was pretty much finished, Brandon didn’t get up to turn it off. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop the camera?” Cameron asked. 

“Nah…” Brandon replied as he bent his knees down to engulf his belly in the Orbeez pool. “Might want to save some footage for the BTS channel.” He admitted. Though if Brandon was to be completely honest…he just didn’t feel like turning off the camera anytime soon. 

Plus he’s got at least half the battery left in the camera…so why not? 

“So…” Brandon said as he started to sink himself further into the Orbeez pool. 

“So…?” Angel asked him, still wearing his green hood. 

“What now?” Cameron asked, bringing himself back down into the Orbeez pool. 

“I don’t know.” Angel admitted. 

Brandon looked at Angel with a deadpan look on his face…before jumping up and flopping onto Angel once more. This ‘whale flop on Angel’ had been their bit during the last 2 minutes of the video. Cameron had been doing it too beforehand. But this time, he just bursted out laughing as he watched. 

“Dude…” Angel muttered. 

“Oh, it’s in your sweater?” Brandon asked in an accent that showed the slightest bit of a Spanish accent. “How ‘bout dis?” Brandon declared before flopping onto Angel’s chest. 

Aaah-!” Angel poked his arm in an attempt to get him off. “Brandon.” He poked his side a few times. 

“AH- No stop!” Brandon yelled, falling off Angel and into the Orbeez pool. 

“Stop what?” Angel asked. 

“Poking me!” Brandon replied. 

Cameron turned to look at Angel, and smirked. “Poking you?” Cameron poked his exposed right side a few times. “STOP!” Brandon yelled. 

“Who would do such a thing?” Cameron teased. 

“No one, that’s who.” Angel replied, also poking the closest side to him. 

Brandon jumped and wheezed, before sinking into the orbeez pool to try and escape them. But all this did was make Cameron and Angel follow him into the colorful abyss. 

A few seconds later, Brandon’s head and shoulders popped out of the pool as a typical Brandon screech left his mouth. “STOPSTOPDOHOHON’T!” Brandon flopped backwards, with a large wobbly smile on his face. “HAHAHAhahaha!” 

“We got ‘em!” Cameron declared, throwing his fists into the air. “We got the Orbeez monster!” He declared. 

“Orbeez monster?!” Angel gasped. 

“Yeah! It’s been swimming around us all this time.” Cameron told him. 

“I have NOT!” Brandon argued. 

Cameron picked up the front half of the raw red fish. “-And he’s been terrorizing us with his fishy friends.” Cameron finished his sentence. 

“Ew, gross!” Angel reacted with disgust, still holding Brandon. 

“I have NOT- Well…” Brandon muttered, taking back his blatant lie. 

“Mhm!” Cameron nodded and crossed his arms. “And do you know how to deal with the orbeez monster?” Cameron asked Angel next. 

“I believe I do, Cameron.” Angel replied with a smirk. 

“Oh?! That's good, cause I don’t. Please tell me.” Cameron rested his chin against the palm of his hand. 

“Well I don’t know about you…” Angel brought Brandon closer to Cameron. “But I like to pick him up…” Angel lifted Brandon higher to show the camera his grip on Brandon. “And I like to tickle him.” Angel started squeezing and digging his fingers into Brandon’s gripped sides. 

Brandon spazzed and threw his body around. “ANGELNO!” Brandon threw his head back and wheezed, before wiggling like a madman to get out of Angel’s grip. 

“Wow!” Cameron reacted, a little too enthusiastically. “Have you done this before?” Cameron asked more casually. Angel grunted and yelped as Brandon wiggled out of his grip, knocking them both into the orbeez pool. “NO-!” Angel yelled before his screech was muffled by the orbeez. 

Cameron dove into the Orbeez pool after Brandon, and emerged from the pool with Brandon in his arms. “I GOT HIM!” Cameron shouted. 

Angel stood up from the Orbeez. “YES!” He shouted. “I forgot I could stand up in this…” Angel admitted with a laugh. 

Cameron bursted out in a fit of laughter, before looking at Brandon from the side. “Any last words, Orbeez monster?” Cameron asked him. 

“.......I…Um…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?” 

“Uh…Uh-um…W-Well-” Brandon kept fumbling. 

Angel leaned his head back and lost it with laughter for a few moments. “He just fumbles-!” Angel yelled. 

“Uh-w-wha-umm-” Brandon kept purposely fumbling before breaking out in laughter of his own. 

Cameron looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders…before ultimately digging his fingers right into Brandon’s exposed armpits. “Truer words have never been said.” Cameron declared. 

“BAAAHAHAHA!” Brandon bursted out as he started squirming and kicking absolutely everywhere. “CAMERON-LETMEGOHOHAHA!” Brandon yelped and curled to his right the moment he felt deeper skitters against his right armpit. “GaAAH!” 

Cameron grunted and dodged a flying arm. “Damn…Orbeez monsters are a lot more wiggly than I remember.” Cameron admitted. 

Angel chuckled and poked Brandon’s belly button, making Brandon squeak. “A little rusty in your monster-hunter abilities?” Angel teased, looking up at Cameron. 

“Wha- no, I’m not!” Cameron reacted, clearly lying. 

“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “When was the last time you captured an Orbeez monster?” Angel asked him. 

“It was two months-wait…No, 4 months…” Cameron tried to think, pausing his tickle attack momentarily. “Uhhhh…Huh…” Cameron muttered. 

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just admit it…” He gripped Brandon’s sides, and squeezed them both repeatedly. Brandon shrieked and went silent as he tried to kick Angel off of him. “I betcha it’s been over a year.” Angel teased, letting go and grabbing Brandon’s left ankle mid-kick. 

Brandon widened his eyes and stared at Angel and his foot. He tugged on it, quickly realizing how strong his grip was. “Uh oh.” The poor man muttered. 

“Would that be right, Cam?” Angel asked. 

“Wh-Whaaaa? N-Noooo, no way!” Cameron replied. Again, it was clear as day just how much Cam was lying to him.

“Angel…” Brandon warned. 

“Shush.” He gave his foot a warning tickle, to stop him from interrupting him and Cam’s conversation. “NoO!” Brandon tried to kick his leg free with his other leg. 

“Keep doing that-” Angel caught Brandon’s other ankle, and looked Brandon straight in the eyes. “And you’ll regret it.” He warned. 

Brandon blinked at him…before pulling on his ankle one more time, for good measure. But predictably, Brandon’s ankle didn’t even budge. 

(He fucked.) 

Angel smirked and looked at Cameron. Getting a confirmative nod from Cam, Angel took one more look at the Orbeez monster. “So the first thing you do…” Angel started as he danced his fingers against both his feet at the same time. “If you continue with a few more tickles.” Angel told him. 

Brandon twisted his feet and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

“Your goal is to get him all loosey goosey.” Angel told Cameron. 

“Uh huuuh…” Cameron reacted rather dramatically. 

“ANGEL, IHI swehehehehear!” Brandon laughed. His laugh was naturally a little quiet, but that didn’t change how effective Angel’s tickling technique was. 

“Oh! You hear that?” Angel asked. 

“Hear what?” Cameron asked for clarification. “His words “I swear”. You heard it, right?” Angel clarified. 

“Yeah! I did.” Cameron replied as-a-matter-of-factly. 

“About that…Make sure to not let the monster swear.” Angel warned. “He’s a orbeez monster, not a potty mouth monster.” Angel warned. 

“Okay, okay. What do we do if he swears?” Cameron asked, getting way too invested into the ‘lesson’. 

“Well, you’ll just have to see.” Angel replied confidently. 

“Thihihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIRR!” Brandon yelled at them. 

“Don’t you think we’re being a little harsh towards the monster?” Cameron asked. 

“No no no…He’s fiiiine! Orbeez monsters have endless amounts of energy. And don’t even get me started on an Orbeez monster’s flexible body.” Angel told him. 

“Ooooh, well now I gotta know.” Cameron teased. 

Angel chuckled. “Why? Are you planning on trying something?” Angel asked, lessening his tickles so Brandon could get a break. 

“Nah…” Cameron pretended to open a book with his hands, before grabbing an invisible pencil from behind his ear. “Just wanted to take some notes.” Cameron admitted. 

“HAhahaha- Oh geeheeheez…” Brandon muttered. 

Angel smiled and put Brandon’s feet down. “Put the notebook down.” Angel told Cameron. “You’re gonna learn by doing.” Angel declared. 

Cameron gasped rather childishly and threw his fists in the air. “YES!” Cameron picked up Brandon and started digging right into his underarms. 

Brandon screeched and clamped his arms against his sides, hanging his head as laughter practically fell out of him. “DohoHOHON’T!” He shouted. 

“Yeah, there you go! Make him absolutely elated.” Angel told him. 

“No problemo.” Cameron picked up Brandon, and threw him into the Orbeez pool. 

When Brandon sank into the pool, Cameron dove in after him and absolutely wrecked him with tickles within the pool. The moment Brandon’s slightly muffled laughter could be heard from inside the Orbeez pool, Angel threw his head back and bursted out with laughter. It was sidesplitting hearing Brandon laugh so loud. 

“CAHAHAM! HAHAHAHA- GOD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” Brandon could be heard shouting.

“Oh, getting lippy now, huh?” Cameron smirked and lifted up Brandon bridal style. “Don’t make me do it~” Cam warned. 

“Do what?” Brandon asked. 

“Don’t make me feed you raspberries~” Cameron clarified. 

Angel gasped and covered his mouth with his sleeve-covered hands. “OH NO!” 

“IIII’m gonna do it~” Cam declared with the most evil smirk he could muster. 

“WaitwaiTWAITCAM-” Brandon shrieked the moment he watched Cam take in a gasp of air, before absolutely losing it with laughter. 

“HOHOLY SHIT!” Angel shouted with shock. 

Cam’s raspberry, as well as Brandon’s laughter, was practically echoing throughout the room. It was almost a blessing no one else was in that house…because Brandon’s screeches and shouts could’ve thrown someone into a panic. 

Cameron’s laughter soon overpowered Brandon’s as he put him down. “IHI’M NOT KILLING YOU!” Cameron threw his arms up in arrest. “IHIHI SWEAR!” He shouted. 

Brandon’s laughter slowly began to die down. “Hahaha…hehehe…f*ck…haaah…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron laughed a little bit. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Brandon wiggled his body a little bit, so he could fall into the Orbeez pool they were still in. 

“Uhhhh…Did…” Angel pointed to the camera. “Did you realize the camera was still on?” He asked. 

Brandon widened his eyes as the horrifying reality hit: He had forgotten about the still-recording camera…meaning the boys’ entire tickle-wrestling had been fully recorded. 

Brandon had groaned and began pouting like a child while he hid himself deeper within the Orbeez pool. It would appear that Brandon’s laziness had gotten the best of him.

Cameron and Angel had both bursted out laughing. It actually looked like Brandon was trying to cover up his own face out of pure embarrassment. And boy oh boy, was it not working. If anything, it made him look even more childish than he already was. And a small reminder: This man has a wife! And 2 kids! 

Though this man does own a YouTube channel, where his whole schtick is buying useless stuff off Amazon and reviewing them alongside his best friends…So…Take that as you will. 

#boys being boys #teasing #roughhousing #orbeez water beads #ticklefic #ler!cameron #ler!angel #lee!brandon #post-hilarious 5 minute crafts (100 million orbeez extended version) #imbrandonfarris

[bornspellcaster]

Little Firefly Chapter 2 - Sneak Peek

(When the time pool closes before she reaches it and Luz finds herself hopelessly stuck in ancient times, an incident forces her to work together with her enemy to ensure their survival. In the midst of it, Luz learns there may be more than meets the eye to the frigid Puritan, and discovers the real secret to saving The Boiling Isles may just lie in reuniting an estranged family…)  

“…I’m never going to see my family again,” Luz’s chest spasmed, trying not to sob. “I-I don’t know where to go to find titan’s blood, and evidently I don’t know how to make a freaking door! I mean, the last door I made collapsed after taking me to some weird realm that was neither here or our world!”

Philip winced. “Well-“

“And it’s all your fault!” Luz shouted as she stood. She needed to channel her anger somewhere, and the man that held her back from leaving this timeline and tried to get her killed seemed like the morally perfect target. “You’re why I’m STUCK HERE!”

Philip winced harder, his panicked cerulean eyes darting around when he realized people were staring at them, gazes perking up from behind their canopies and vending carts. “Luz, just calm down-“

“NO!” she shouted. “Don’t tell me to calm down! If it weren’t for you, I’d be safe at home! If I hadn’t come here to meet a huge JERK and help him find this stupid ‘collector’-“

Suddenly, Philip’s eyes lit up like a currently uninvented lightbulb. “The collector, that’s it!” Luz barely had time to react before his arm was over her mouth, her letting off a muffled squeak as she was hoisted against him. She found her face pressed into his jacket and she muffled angry curses in Spanish.

Philip looked back at a couple people still looking at him and laughed nervously. “Don’t mind my….daughter! She’s cranky, didn’t sleep last night, I just need to get her home for a nap! Or feed her........toast!” He sprinted off before anyone could question further, back through the path they’d come.

She’d kicked and snarled, but frankly, the witchlet had been so flabbergasted by the sudden move and wording she hadn’t done much to try and get away. “How old do you think I am?! Cranky?! ‘Get me down for a nap?!’” Luz snapped as he finally set her down. “Geez you know nothing about teenagers! You better friggin explain why you just did that before I kick you right where the sun don’t shine!”

He scoffed. “Well you sure seem cranky-”

“EXPLANATION, my dude.”

The excitement on Philip’s face perplexed her as he pulled off his satchel. He laughed. “The collector! My titan, in all of that chaos with the rockslide I’d completely forgotten!  We still have The collector!”

Luz’s almond shaped eyes widened and she matched his glee within moments. “We do?!” She stared at the sparkling crescent stone and laughed as well. “We do! Wait, why did you just snatch me up and raced out of there like you planned on abducting me?”

“Because you were screaming about a highly desired magical artifact in a marketplace of strangers?”

#debated between the angsty sneak peek and the funny one #toh fanfic #philip wittebane #belos #luz #toh #evelyn clawthorne #caleb wittebane #(the library | fanfics)

[emeraldcitynerdfighter]

A non-comprehensive list of things I need to see in season 2:

-Operation: Get Shirley A Man — all of the Peaches take part in this, and they find a genuinely good dude who is absolutely smitten with Shirley and also loves the AAGPBL and isn’t a raging homophobe and supports all of the Peaches, yet Shirley is Not Having Any of It

-There’s some pool on 1) how long it will take Carson and Greta to kiss/bang; 2) who walks in on them in a compromising position; 3) and where they’re found in said compromising position

Mother Hen Maybelle organizes it, but Jess ends up winning it all. Because it happens immediately after bets are taken, and Jess goes back up to her and Greta’s old room to find Carson and Greta absolutely going at each other.

-Footage of Max throwing absolute bricks and Esther looking on with the biggest heart eyes

-Actually, just Max. In suits. All of the gender euphoria.

-At least 15 minutes of each episode dedicated to scenes with Clance and Max. They could be reading the phone book and I’d be howling.

-Lupe, Jess, and Esti all chirp back and forth to each other in fluent Spanish on the reg.

-Pre-season shenanigans by Lupe, Ana, Terri, and Jess to make sure Carson and Greta are roommates at any given moment when they’re away for road games, but Not Make It Super Obvious

-Maybelle knits hats for all of her Peaches

-the Peaches claiming/establishing another gay bar in Rockford, and the parties there after winning home games become legendary

-WHY IS ‘BIRD’ JO’S NICKNAME FOR GRETA

#a league of their own #aloto #my life has been ruined by the existence of carson shaw #text post

[beardedmrbean]

Hey! There’s something that’s been playing on my mind for a while now and would be great to get a reasoned male perspective on this. I think you’re really measured in your views, so would appreciate some input - but if you can’t be bothered, that’s no problem at all!

I’ve been with my partner for a few years now but the last year or so has been… rocky. He’s really busy at work so we barely see each other, and he’s too tired to really do anything when we have time. The issue for me is he’s got this female colleague he’s super close with and “likes spending time” with her. He’s said he finds her physically attractive but that they’re just friends. He goes for coffees and lunches with her during work (which, fine), will stay and have drinks with her on nights out after other colleagues have left, and talks to her about our relationship issues. Apparently the entire office is really close, but he’s closer with her because they’re more senior. Recently, he was complaining that we hadn’t seen each other in three days (we live together) but went for a walk with her within 30 mins of saying this. I’ve said I’m super uncomfortable with this and whilst I don’t think there’s anything untoward going on necessarily, I’m concerned he’s got a thing for her. He says he doesn’t and doesn’t see an issue with their relationship because they work in a stressful environment so have a comradeship if you will etc.

I honestly don’t know if I’m being unreasonable and overreacting. My female friends say they’d be uncomfortable with that too, but I don’t know if a dude might see things differently. Would love to hear your thoughts - and sorry for the mega long trauma dump!

This lines up in some ways with something I had going on in my early 20's.

I typed up 2 pages of stuff and realized it was just me going on a Garison Kilor style story that would have come around to the point eventually but would have crossed 12 time zones in the process.

(love his stories tho, saw the guy live it was incredible no scripts or prompts just a guy tellin a story) - almost did it again

My deal wasn't quite the same, lines up in a lot of places though.

I am not a professional so this is all lay stuff based on personal experience.

There needs to be some kind of boundaries created, work time, breaks and even the occasional wind down scotch not something to make an issue of unless there's a actual problem or some kind of thing in either of your histories that would make it less so.

When he's home, work should be on the back burner, if he's not bringing projects home to work on (better not be unless he's getting paid) pretty well everything to do with work needs to cease.

important for his mental health as well as the health of the relationship

I don't think that it's too much to ask though, keep your work stuff including people at work, random exceptions to be made as you said they're friends and the friendship extends beyond work so if she calls him up in tears because her hot Spanish lover Raymondo left her for the pool boy that's a very good time for a exception to be made, usually is with Raymondo he's a man whore like that.

In all seriousness though, there needs to be a separation between work and home it's something that all parties involved need to know and respect, generally speaking.

No clue what the industry is, but if it's as stressful as you let on as I put up a little bit, he needs to disconnect from that when he can just for his own sanity.

I don't think you're being unreasonable wanting him to spend not work time with you, and also letting him know it's making you uncomfortable isn't unreasonable either, honesty being very important in relationships.

But ya I would discuss boundaries and what is your together time and what that means, I hate ultimatums so not something I'd include personally, but a good talk seems in order.

Keep a note pad if you guys have a tendency to drift off topic so you can remember what the other topics were, little chatting cheat like having 37 wikipedia tabs open but for conversation.

I'll be keeping y'all on my prayer list for a while.

#anonymous

[adobecult]

unhinged gta v babbling below the cut

so i’m about 10% through the game according to my save file, and i want to preface this post by saying that i love franklin. he’s smart and cool and nice and his special ability fucks so hard and i’m very excited to see where his character arc goes. i haven’t met trevor yet so we’ll figure him out later. however all of this is to say that this is going to be a hyperfixation on michael type of post so i apologize in advance

here are some things about michael so far in no particular order. just some things. you know

- that one cutscene of him listening to phil collins by the pool turned me into a ghost

- untreated manic depressive episode or mid-life crisis? nobody knows

- normally the meta in gta is doing a lot of missions and making quick cash or whatever but have you considered forcing the main character to keep going back to therapy or taking his wife out on awkward dates that always end with them drunk and screaming at each other

- his house is so fucking ugly dude, not necessarily the architecture because it’s the typical spanish revival type thing which is whatever but everything in it just sucks. rich people really have no taste

- it’s so funny to me how michael carries himself like an 80s movie gangster but he is literally just a guy who used to rob banks (???) and when he moved to los santos he didn’t even bother to learn the names of prominent gang leaders in the area

- he’s going to have long hair forever. i’m never visiting the barber shop again. so

- the way his relationship with jimmy is playing out so far is quite interesting. obviously a lot of their antagonisms stem from michael projecting his own insecurities, dissatisfaction with retirement, general malaise, etc onto jimmy, even though it is only because of michael’s past actions that jimmy lives such a carefree life in the first place. but jimmy and michael don’t exactly fit the “good men create great times, great times create weak men” bullshit either. instead jimmy is just very much like michael— impulsive, kind of self-centered, kind of reckless, and also very willing to speak his mind, notably to his father’s face during one of michael’s pretty violent anger outbursts. jimmy is also a good moral marker at this point in the narrative— even though he knew of his dad’s criminal past (arguably in a sort of “mystical, not-quite-reality” sort of way) before the boat incident, michael returning to killing so instantaneously after such a long “recovery” period with little to no regard for his actions clearly scares jimmy in a very real way.

- don’t get me started on how michael’s budding relationship with franklin mirrors how walter white found a “second son” in jesse pinkman because his real son would rightfully disown him if he knew how many people he had killed in the span of 6 months alone

- i know its the most lukewarm take in the world that this game has Issues With Women but god i hope against hope that better writing is in the cards for amanda and tracey.. they cannot possibly continue be as one-note and badly portrayed as they have been so far. please

- so michael’s original last name was townley, and then after faking his death and moving to los santos he changes it to de santa? painful. just horrible

- he needs shittier suits. i need his outfits to become shittier. i need him to become worse

- [so horny i can barely stand] it’s cool how they give characters realistic chest hair in video games now

- who is the bigger sicko, the violent and depraved protagonist from the car theft video game or the absolutely feral individual who pilots him around like a little puppet and punishes him for fun? tune in next time to find out

#gta posting #txt #i’m going to die

[suspiciousriver]

At the Gas Station

The patchwork quilt is this:

a Navajo, a pal, a Ronald Reagan,

Two baritone boys, and an alcoholic.

Spanish, plaid, orange juice, white noise,

Criterion, draping my legs over Paul’s

knees and his playful tap.

Me and my friends and we’re chugging beer,

Sky shows up and she was a friend from my childhood

And she plays pool with her boyfriend

and they’re the type that Neo opens the door to.

I bought two gray rabbits at King’s Thrift

And I positioned them to touch noses.

Two black eyes and their noses kissing

on a bookcase and when I sat on the couch

I began to think of them as a camera.

I painted the one rabbit pink with flowers

and left the other one gray.

I looked to the left and their eyes were

Cold-black and chill-haunted.

This is how we taunt: with helicopters

and invisible cameras and a surveilled

Boob light.

No one believes that Paul and I were

that tight.

Zach gives me two objects:

A Gameboy and a wind-up mouth toy,

You twist it and it chatters and jumps

Downstairs. I have too many lost objects to count.

I had three chests that I kept by the door.

A trophy from my debate days.

I was neatly clipped.

He was neatly tipped.

I am too tired to talk.

It’s too dark to walk.

I’m better suited for flourescent-white, sterile,

spandex environments anyway.

I have seen this before:

Mother-rape-son. He had a right to roll

his eyes. African man with angry eyes

I’m trying to tell you:

Maybe when I look in the mirror I see a face that’s better suited for darkness, or lamps, and that scares me — the sun can be so critical.

I don’t always feel deserving of it.

Ever catch a sun ray so pure and warm it sets your heart on fire? I chase that feeling daily. I chase warmth daily.

Love is a form of knowledge,

which I think it is.

We share blue eyeliner.

You’re a thought in your own head, honey.

Will a Twisted tea fix this?

It won’t.

It’s all hidden crackhead knowledge.

These are the treats.

Every day

boiled eggs.

Castro visited Utah and the truck

newspapers. Rich!

That was genuine disgust

Because I looked like a

mullet-Malcom-X-Nazi-whore.

The Asian doctor sniffed my crotch

And said, “You’re really being released

with all of that baggage?”

Fuck you. This is why he ran.

St. George man and I ride the same

wavelength. He was trying to maintain

his sanity.

They flock around Derrick's slit neck

and I am so grief-ridden that I kicked

him. I did not want to escalate.

Is he alive? South Korea Ender’s Game dude

and his robotic voice cracked into my skull:

I am thinking about sex.

This is why I cannot sleep.

He’s 32. You’re nothing. You’re everything.

Give it to Gina: I looked trashy as hell.

Can you act black for a second?

What does Cuba represent?

Not Adrian. Not Adrienne.

Pizza gate: I am politely telling you,

I do not have that disease.

Thank you. It was Isaiah’s parakeet,

and the Bible. I am politely

asking you to show me your 7 cults.

I am asking you to FaceTime my husband

and his dirty beard and a seatbelt.

Day Two, they helped strap

me to a gurney and I was secured.

We like to drop hints: Sunglasses and something is seriously wrong

with the lifeboat. It was his ball sweat and a dog named Cujo.

My father/crack was a child. My father thinks I’m ugly.

It’s about time we met each other

for real. I resisted those journals for two years

because he Ultra-Blued his way onto my couch.

A big treat from the nice girl, pink soap.

I was smelly. I was brown. Here are your affirmation

cards: World-War-3. I should have

invited Shane(heroin)and my mother(meth)

to share the same couch. I had to snip

my chlorine hair because it was locking.

California is the deep fake. Home box office

recession. Century 16. Who can pretend to be the

most grateful for a chicken leg? I was.

me and a denim coat. Artificially intelligent

and let’s keep shit on TikTok. I met you through

MF Doom and Tupac. The world’s worst violent arm

length and fishing for work. Pork! I want to eat you.

Toasters and fake forks and that twitch.

It’s mine. I want small work. Here is the crystal cage.

Men are obsessed with my militantly tight pussy

and masked men keep shit loud. I don’t know why you don’t finger yourself

I want you! That was a real treat from Joe. I want to sever three red ties.

The blonde. The host. The pace. MINUS 3 POINTS: BACK TO JAZZ.

He lashes his own back like Jesus

and I cannot help him there.

That was her favorite hiss.

[lediz-watches]

Cast your fate to the wind

-FURIOUS FLAILING-

I’m liveblogging The Winchesters as a Supernatural!virgin. Please keep my lack of knowledge in mind if you continue...

In episode thoughts:

Oops.

This is why we should pay attention when driving. Also seatbelts. The More You Know (star twinkle)

Ooh, vampires. Interesting hunting technique, too

…what is with their eyeliner though?

Mary, that is your son, don’t be creepy.

Kyle, for good reason, did not think he was a ‘reporter friend’. Also, he is so going to be dead by the end of this episode.

Yes, Mary, the life and death stakes are exactly why your work colleagues should know that you are dating and may be distracted. But I will allow this stupidity because I think this is your first work romance and it is part of learning to screw up like this.

But I will also say – goddammit John, you are making it real hard for me to not think your whole deal is a massive, possessive, horrible red flag, my dude. Knock it off.

Subtitles, you were doing so well last episode, don’t ‘speaks spanish’ at me.

AND ESPECIALLY DON’T END ON ‘Si’, my god

Ooh, Betty, hey! I’ve missed you!

Do you think fantasy/sci-fi shows have their actors have to learn that ‘shocked concern’ look the way American soap opera actors learn the ‘meaningful stare’?

Oh no, Carlos, you were supposed to get over your twitterpated nonsense and get along with Anton! Lata is all of us.

Less chance of finding you in a room with a red carpet… while John sits on a pool table covered in red carpet. Kay.

I will also point out, since none of the characters are, that John’s vision didn’t show him DYING, so much as lying under a vampire making a bunch of scary faces. The vampire’s vision (not that any of them know) was of John’s bloody neck, sure, but again, they don’t know that and they’re making assumptions. Also, fate is wibbly wobbly at best.

Betty would be such a good rival in my cop show.

Bank heisting vampires WOULD make such a fantastic movie, Carlos. A super camp B movie that college kids watch while eating copious amounts of popcorn. I still want them in my cop show, though.

Have I mentioned how much I love Millie? We love a practical human.

Ooh, I’m here for Carlos showing off his skills as a fighter. I don’t think we’ve actually seen it yet. The hair commercial was a bit performative nonsense, but I still like it.

Hahaha this whole episode is so gloriously stupid. I feel like I’m watching a 70s B-movie vampire flick. And Mary has NEVER been such a discount Buffy as she is in this corridor.

…this was like… the worst plan. Like, ever

Seriously, like ever.

I’m offended that this is the solution.

I’m offended that he woke up like that, too. This is… I’m only going to allow this because it’s a 70s bad movie vampire flick.

Carlos and Lata are still adorable.

Aww, Carlos was scared of feelings! That’s adorable. He’s adorable. Okay, this scene is kind of making up for the episode. Kind of. I will forgive a lot based on how cute that was.

Oh, I forgot about Kyle. He didn’t die. He just became an antagonist. How shocking. Do you see the shock on my face. It’s so shocked.

Ohhh he’s an akrida, okay, cool. Sure, kay. Still with the shock.

If you only knew how much I rolled my eyes. I just.. ugh, okay, whatever.

Actually. No. I just...

Th-

This…

ARGH. You know what? Next chapter. Just – just next chapter.

Last episode was…

(or back to chapter one if you care.)

#the winchesters #most of the episode was campy fun #major 70s blacksploitation movie vibes #but that ending #my god #that ending #so begins my slow descent into madness

[somewhere-over-the-drainbow]

Random pictures from the backglass of Miss-O, which has a center pop bumper like Spanish Eyes. What caught my eye when not playing was the story on the backglass.

In my eyes, these women either were playing pool when some dudes popped up unwanted...or they're casually hustling these guys. Or they decided to hustle them when the guys popped up like HELLO and they were like no...? but the guys stayed.

Pink Pants is cool, calm and collected despite having eyes on her butt and another dude so distracted he breaks his pool cue while mansplaining. She's an excellent pool player and ready to hustle these guys out of their rent money. It's a start to making up for all the time they're wasting.

Pinstripe Shirt is ROLLING UP HER SHIRT SLEEVE to falcon punch a dude. There was a paper covering the person ticking her off, but given the context of this scene? There was an unwanted interaction here. Is he actually physically touching her here?! All I know is this looks like someone manifesting the end of her tolerance to harassment today. (I looked up the full backglass on IPDB; this is definitely a case of dudes crashing some women hanging out. The paper covers a blonde dude folding himself in half to do the physical equivalent of sliding into her DMs with a dick pic. That really looks like unwanted touching. Gross.) Flip-Hair sees the way they're staring at Pink Pants' butt. She is not having this. She's not ready to throw hands like Pinstripe Shirt, but she's not going to sit back and take it all poised-like. Pink Pants is busy lining up her shot; she'll take over telling these dickwads off.

Blue Shirt was in the bathroom when this all started. She's watching from afar, tired as hell. This is the third time their friend circle's daily pool practice has been interrupted like this since league on Saturday night.

It's Monday.

#pinball

#my stuff #pinball #Instagram

[mariolandavid]

Koh Samui - Pt II

One surprisingly pleasant boat ride later, we were back in Ko Samui port. Less eventful than previous journeys, we hadn't seen Argentinian's clutching yerba matte cups like babies clutching a dummy, no Australian PE teacher had assaulted us with direct friendship. We did see Dave, the dive instructor, wandering up and down the boat with his shirt off, but that felt normal by now.

Our opinions on Dave differed. I was of the opinion he had morphine in his veins. I'd never met a more laid back dude. Mariola instead thought he harboured a malignant rage that was waiting for a spark to set it off. Hellfire would spew from his eyes if you crossed him. Jury's out if he's a surfer dude or an axe murderer I suppose.

We got to port and I started to lean to serial killer more when Dave boarded our bus with his "friend" (potentially his muscle) Gary. Gary's a name that's going out of fashion in the UK, with new Gary's having fallen to as low as a mere 28 in 2013. Currently best known for fading miserable footballers and musical paedophiles it's a tough moniker to carry. This Gary didn't seem to be either of those, but did run his own dive schools and didn't look strong enough to hold both of us down in a double murder attempt, so we could relax. We smiled politely as we drove onto boujiest stay of the trip. The Belmond Napasai Ko Samui.

This place was something. My tight arse north of England lizard brain fails to properly describe this stuff. So instead of saying "dead nice" I'll hand you over to a guest paragraph from Mariola:

You know that feeling when, after an intense day of running around and sweating, you get to kick your feet up and crack open a cold drink? That relief of walking into a bar or a restaurant or a shop with AC, after being out and about for hours in the sun? That sound you'd make? That was the place. The sort of place you oggle at in magazines, and you whisper to your friends, "I wonder what it would be like to stay there"? That place is the Belmond Napasai. Occupying a large estate, with beautiful wooden buildings dotted around, the structures reflecting in the glittering warm water of the Thailand gulf. Tennis courts, a small farm, an infinity pool, a gym, and wall-to-wall windows so you get uninterrupted view of the sea no matter where you are. Your room, all rooms are suites, is massive, with obviously all sorts of toiletries and amenities to make your stay easy and hassle free. There's a scent of flowers all around the resort, and comfortable seating spread around everywhere. The sort of place you'd walk around barefoot in, wearing a long white dress, feeling at one with nature. A special place.

Everyone here was grade A amazing. Saul, a Mexican, was incredibly keen to make us feel welcome. Spouting a fountain of Spanish at us upon learning our nationalities/linguistic skills. Esme the lady behind the desk would have given me her last rolo, if she'd been ordered to break her own spine to hand it to me. Alla the customer relationship manager was customer savvy enough to take a damn hint (more on this in a bit) and kept the wheels turning in the whole place, ears on the ground. The team here was exceptional, they made the place.

Belmond are kinda ridiculous. They only buy crazy historic opulent railway cars, or period piece hotel buildings with some history and character behind them. You feel very Agatha Christie. That's the purposeful vibe they're going for. You get to feel like you're solving a murder while someone in a white tux fixes your martini. The Peruvian and European editions we've seen (from a distance) are well out of a normal human's price range, but this one seemed undervalued... maybe a COVID thing, or maybe just where it is in the world. We snapped up the opportunity.

That analytic opportunism doesn't mean we don't make mistakes too. I was accidentally bamboozled into buying a bottle of Evian water at lunch and that mistake will haunt me. God Evian is expensive. It is WATER for christ's sake, what makes it so expensive? But anyway, it washed down the catch of the day & pad kee mao enough to get us psyched for our afternoon sailing.

We'd signed up for the Hobie Catamaran sailing class, embracing at this point the attempt at posing as aristocratic billionaires, Mr Ridley style, by learning how to navigate a boat. I think we'd expected some dream like experience gliding through the water without a care in the world like a Rolex ad. The reality that greeted us was a pleasant enough, but very grumpy Thai man complaining "NO WIND" over and over again as if he was a novelty answering machine.

"Hey where am I meant to sit?" NO WIND

"Do you think it'll maybe pick up in a bit?" NO WIND

" So how long have you worked here?" NO WIND

I could have asked him about anything & he would have told me about the wind. He also only described directions in the most intangible fashion possible, forgoing the usual way you and I would say "right" or "left"; or even the nautical versions of Port and Starboard. I could have took a stab at those. Instead simply" "INTO THE WIND" when A.) There was no wind & B.) there was some wind, but it changed direction constantly & C.) I've never driven a boat in my life. I don't know my arse from a mainsail, I think I nearly ripped my ankle off on a piece of rope. Into the Wind helped no one.

Anyway. Sailing didn't go well. We weren't charged for it. I don't think this man enjoyed his afternoon. Did we?

I'm unsure at this point in our travels if Spaniards have been hidden all around me for my entire life, or if dating a spaniard has just made me more sensitive to them. Maybe no one expected the Spanish Inquisition because they hid excellently in plain sight. In this hotel, there were close to 14 Mallorquins & other assorted Spaniards. given that we had seen someone from Iberia daily since we got to Hanoi, despite being 10,000km away from Spain, I was starting to question whether Bill Gates had opened my eyes to hiding Spaniards with his magical COVID vaccine. It's probably not that.

They made a lively bunch in any case, always shouting, yelling, it felt borderline aggressive. There was a fiery passion in every conversation. Something behind a simple question about whether you wanted fish tacos or spring rolls sounded like a deathly insult had been thrown at Pedro's mother and a duel was the only way to restore his satisfaction. With this backdrop, you can only relax in small doses. Relaxing by the pool becomes a gladitorial event. Meal times, a Last Supper of betrayal, joy, weeping and melody. I like the Spanish passion and honesty, it makes the quiet four person dinner tables of English people I'm used to back home feel funereal. It's a different way to experience. It's on the edge of emotion, always feeling and animated. It sounds exhausting, like you can't relax and think because the words already came out of your mouth. But they're warm. They're kind. They're fun.

Suitably relaxed (kind of), we headed back up to the room to freshen up for dinner. Suddenly a knock came at the door. Mariola, stark naked, sprinted, gazelle like, grabbing a robe with a flailing hand on the way to locking herself into the toilet. It was the turndown service... Two guys entered the room, proceeded to comb every inch of room making it warm, cozy and inviting. They were confused why I had banned them from entering the toilet. I can only presume they thought I had commited some abomination in there which I was at the very least penitent enough to protect their noses from, but hey I bore this cross. For 6 minutes. Which to Mariola, still locked in there, probably felt longer. She would later say that for this entire time she panickedly expected that the bath was being prepared with rose petals for an engagement proposal. That 6 minutes brought up decades of anxiety. Fear and frayed nerves with only an Armitage Shanks bowl toilet to soothe the pain. Yikes.

Speaking of proposals, there was one brewing. I'd not prepared anything in particular. I hadn't gone to great lengths to elaborately plan or choreograph a great show. I hadn't hidden something in the claw of an eagle ready to swoop down mid paraglide and slip a ring onto her finger. What happened instead was reality.

I'd picked a good spot. The hotel in Koh Samui was the nicest hotel we had stayed in, everything ooze comfort, class and the setting was romantic. I get a tick for that. Beachside restaurant? Tick. Fairy lights and the quiet sounds of lapping waves around us while a singer gently hummed in our ears. Another tick. Sumptuos pumpkin soup, fresh tuna tartare & a delectable fresh prosciutto wrapped white snapper. Fresh white catch of day fish in a unctuous sauce surounded by fresh vegetables, crunchy and delicious? All round ticks.

Here's where it started to unwind.

Firstly. The damn Mallorquins. There was a table of 12+ of them next to us. The noise at the lunch menu had been enough to frighten birds away. The furore at an engagement would make both of us want to shrivel up and wither away.

Secondly. Embracing the "fuck it do it anyway" energy that carries many of us through life, within seconds my brother had texted me. He had broken up with his girlfriend of 6 years. I'm not calling in sympathy chips, it's a terrible thing and I was really sad I couldn't be there for him. But, it was also a major mood kill..

These roadblocks subverted, the ring bulging urgently and seemingly screaming "LOOK AT ME" from my pocket, we walked back to our room.

"It's a lovely view. We should go to the balcony" (it was pitch black)

"Err okay, but you can't see anything"

"It's nice anyway though, let's see what we can see"

Was it too obvious at this point? I'd probably been sweating for an hour without realising it too. The "fuck it do it anyway" energy carried me through and I blurted some 25% of the pre-prepared words I had thought of to my media-naranja, was immediately castigated by being asked "where's the speech" to which I tried to rush through the rest, and evidently did enough of them to be rewarded with an accepting finger greeting the engagement ring I had been carrying aroud South East Asia for 3 months and a joyous grin behind it.

Oh, and I opened the box the wrong way around. Turns out the big bit is the top. What genius thought that up?

Initially, we decided a few things

1 - We weren't going to tell people immediately, the first night was just for us.

2 - We weren't going to do the "here's the ring on the finger" shot. We wanted to announce it, but not that way. At least not immediately, and only in our own way.

3 - When we did decide to tell people, Mariola preferred to call people to tell them individually. My lizard brain decided this wasn't my style (I never call anyone) and opted to text the majority instead. Different ways. No right or wrong.

But both of us went to bed happy.

The next day, no time for it to sink in, we were about to go get embarassed by a former ATP tour tennis coach. Getting carted over to the courts at 8am for a lesson, I was put through my paces. I have never actually held a Tennis racket in my life. This was quite obvious within 20 seconds and every time I connected with a ball ("polite small clap") and it didn't go sky high ("see, that's better") I was 'encouraged' by the masses while I tried to decide if Thai jail was all too bad a punishment for smashing someone's condescending gonads with a tennis racket.

Perhaps I was too distracted to give it my all by the gathering thoughts around how we could extract free stuff out of the hotel and every person we met for the next 2 weeks by regurgitating an engagement story. Alla the relationship manager was our first guinea pig for this approach; one outpouring later there was a free bottle of wine, a bed of flowers waiting in the room and a wonderfully kind personal note written from the staff.

Sadly no other attempts in the next 2 weeks at using the engagement for free things had any success so I should have focused more on my forehand.

We spent the rest of the day sunning, learning to paddle board, snorkelling and revelling in a heady glow of what it meant to us to be engaged, what we wanted from marriage, whether it was or wasn't a change, when we wanted to actually engage with the prospect of the realities of wedding planning or being married (we were still travelling in any case.. kind of already had logistics to deal with before this) and when would we tell EVERYONE.

Over dinner, a spicy pork neck laarb & laab tod plus a Thai southern curry tasting and blue crab noodles with yellow curry, we built up the courage (substantially aided by the free bottle of wine) to hash out our sentiments, thoughts and feelings and told the people we really wanted to tell.

It wasn't entirely smooth. The first approach to tell Mariola's das was to video call him with the ring in shot. He answered with a black screen

"what?"

"Dad turn on your video"

"I'm at a conference"

" can you look at the video?"

"My phones in my pocket, what is it"

"I'm getting married"

"what?"

*phone disconnects*

We polished our Tub Tim Krob, chocolate ice cream and the rest of the (honestly, awful) red wine and turned in. Next morning we were kindly sent off on our way with a pair of braceletes blessed by buddhist monks to wish us well and we made our simple easy way to Ko Samui airport. We'd loved the time in Ko Samui and Napasai was incredibly attentive. An incredibly couple of days. A wonderful new chapter of our lives ready to start.

Perhaps the universe leaning in in the interests of Karma, the cab only played Ed Sheeran the entire way. You can't have everything your way in life.

At least she said yes... On to Chiang Mai

[tomhardydallasstarsgirl]

FUCK.YOU.ANGEL.REYES.

CHAPTER 2

Characters: Angel Reyes x black reader

Summary: You return to Santo Padre after being gone for nearly 15 years. Your life and also others will change. Affecting everything you hold dear including your Mayan MC Family.

Warnings: Language and Angel Reyes being a sexy nasty fuck as Angel Reyes always is. And there’s soft and sweet Angel that you’ll see a bit of this time. Sex/Oral Sex Female Receiving

Its getting hotter with this one.

Pic Credit: @angels-reyes​

“Mujer Fenomenal” Angel says reading the front of your t-shirt as you roll your eyes.

“Oh, hello Reyes” you say as he towers over you in such close proximity his body heat is making you nervous as suddenly his eyes are in a trance staring at your droolworthy cleavage

“Oye Chico Monstruo my eyes are up here”, you tell Angel snapping your fingers bringing him back to reality.

“Give me a hug Phenomenal Woman” as Angel snakes his long arms around your body.

“You look good enough to eat girl” whispers Angel as you gasp in his arms making you blush.

He finally releases the hug as he is still looking at you with his beautiful eyes making your body temperature rise.

“You smell even better gorgeous” he says making you feel shy and suddenly small in his presence.

“You look dashing yourself there Reyes” you say as he kissed your hand he has not let go yet while Ezekiel, Coco and Gilly have grins on their faces.

Looks like the “Lady Killer is at it again”, says Creeper while standing with Tranq and Taza. Who both shake their heads while laughing at the same time.

He takes his time twirling you around checking you out for the second time. Taking in your beautiful curves of your soft perfect body.

“Dude why you keep twirling me around?”, you ask laughing as he spins you again.

“Mmmm, so nice I had to do it twice querida”, as your soft body meets his hard one.  

“15 years have been a blessing to you I see”, says Angel kissing your cheek as you inhale his cologne and leather.

“Thank you, Angel,”, you say as your friends look on giggling and teasing you.

“Hey beautiful, can we go somewhere and talk some more”, asks Angel as a huge smile spreads over your face showing your deep dimples.

Angel suddenly has a look on his face as if his brains overheats as he rubs the back of his neck looking nervous.

“Damn, this girl is so fucking gorgeous”, whispers Angel thinking to himself as he looks up to the starry night sky sighing heavily.  

“Hey dreamer. You okay”, you ask lacing your fingers with his pulling him towards you.

“Come on tough guy let’s go talk somewhere”, as you two head toward the clubhouse.

You two sit at the bar and talk for what seems to be a long time. Just a simple and casual conversation as he made you laugh like you never have in a long time. He also apologizes for how he treated you in school when you two were younger. You could not help but notice the big silver rings he had on both hands. You wonder what his long thick ringed fingers would feel like mingled on the curves of your body or pushed inside your deep into your core.

‘I was a fat little fucker then” says Angel as he laces his fingers between yours kissing the back of your hand warming your insides and awaking the butterflies again in your stomach.

“I have a question for you to answer Angel and you must be honest with me okay?”

“Sure, carino what is it?”

“Did you come to your father’s last night and were you watching me sleep?”

Angel’s mind jumped to the visions he had as he watched you sleep. The scent of your body, softness of your skin and your beautiful legs. Which stumped him as you laughed at him.

Then as the conversation went on, he is standing up with your hand in his.

“Damn your tall Angel your making my neck do extra work right now” you say as you rub it.

Without hesitation he grabs you by the waist picking you up and setting you down on top of the bar with little to no effort.

“Is that better gorgeous?” asks Angel as he look you in the eye causing you to smile and roll your eyes. Angel notices a small tattoo on your wrist that reads “Colibri”. Making lazy circles and caressing your palm which was doing an assault on your stomach and lower regions. He brings your wrist close to his lips kissing your tattoo as his beard tickles your skin as goosebumps show on your skin.

“Did someone use to call you that when you were younger?”

“Yes, my father use to call me that. Because when I was fast, small and beautiful just like a Hummingbird”.

“Well your pops was a very smart man”, says Angel kissing it again.

“But he was right about one thing though”.

“What’s that Reyes?”, you ask playfully tilting you head to the side.

“You are indeed beautiful. Curious to understand why no one has put it on lock and gave you a house full of children?”

“I’m going to tell you just like what I said to Gilly and Coco earlier. I haven’t found the right man yet.”

Angel rest his hand on one of your thighs giving it a squeeze as he steps between your legs.  The bartender steps away from the bar as she sees this exchange heading in the opposite direction. Your breath is held in a bit as Angel’s eyes look directly at your luscious red ruby kissable lips as he inches away from your face.

“Who knows he could be standing right in front of you”, rubbing your legs and kissing your tattoo. Suddenly you hear a noise as you turn away. But soon as you turn back to face Angel his hand grabs your neck gently as he pulls you in for a kiss. One of those type of kisses that is scorching hot. That rocks your body back and forth which causes you short circuit you brain momentarily. You wrap your arms around his solid and hard upper body as he grunts while kissing you. Running your hands up and down his long torso as you get a feel of his warm tatted arms. You two are so busy kissing that you do not realize that the front door opens and your homegirls along with the rest of Angel’s Mayan brothers sneak inside to the sound of your moaning noises filling the bar.

Suddenly a throat is cleared loudly behind you both breaking the kiss.

“Mierda” whispers Angel as everyone is whooping and hollering carrying on as you giggle looking at Angel’s not so pleased face as he needs a few minutes to calm his erection down to relax.

You point at Angel’s lips as he has your lipstick on his.

“We’re finishing this later Colibri”, says Angel as he kisses you again before he pulls out his handkerchief wiping away your lipstick as he follows Coco and Gilly to grab food for you all to eat.

Everyone is eating as Angel and you steal looks from across the way at each other as he winks at you causing you to giggle.

“We’ll have none of that young lady”, shouts Scarlett bringing you back to reality.

“Uh, so aren’t you going to touch up your lipstick”, asks Danielle.

“Yeah, bonita aren’t you going to put on some more lipstick” says Angel grabbing you by the waist as you yelp in such surprise.

You two are back at the bar and alone in the clubhouse. He has you sitting up on the bar again as he is whispering naughty things in Spanish to you. You’re giddy right at this point because of the invisible spell Angel Reyes has cast upon you. You cannot deny that he has it going on and is more dangerous than a five-alarm fire in progress. You cannot place what it is about this man in front of you. Is it his swagger, his charisma, that dirty and sexy sense of humor he has or merely his “Larger than Life” presence he has over you right now? Hell, the tattoos running up and down his arms and one on his hand makes it even worse by turning you on. You picture those tatted strong arms around you. You hate to admit it but, Angel Reyes is beginning to make you melt and fall for him which you do not know if it’s a good thing or a bad one.

“Where did you just go right then Colibri?” asks Angel as he stands between your legs kneeding your thighs with his thick ringed fingers causing you to pool between your legs again. Staring at your lips as he bit down on his own bottom lip as goosebumps appear on your overheated skin again.

“Oh, I was thinking about something. Nothing serious though.”, you say to yourself knowing damn well your mind just turned curious and dirty.

It’s like he could tell you were lying because he asks you that one question you didn’t want to answer.

“Am I making you nervous querida?” he asks as his solid body is now occupying your space causing you to put your hands on his chest to alleviate some space. You can feel his harden muscles of his chest and rock-hard abs as you attempt to push him away making him chuckle under his breath. You wonder how his body will feel on top you. Or how would his beard feel between your legs taking your very spirit as his tongue is lapping at your sweet honeypot bringing you to endless orgasms that would reach the ends of the cosmos.

“You gotta do better than that gatita” says Angel not moving an itch as you feel his rock-hard length on your thigh. You try your best to not have a reaction as your breathe hitches.  

He takes a firm grip of your neck again massaging it as his soulful eyes look into yours as both of your foreheads touch.  He rests his face in the curve of your neck as he inhales your body scent placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Let me look at your feet gorgeous. I want to see them.” says Angel as he reaches down grabbing your feet. Removing your shoes, he notices your perfect pedicure and cute toes as he massages your foot with his rough hands sending tingles all over your body. He rubs his rough thumb over your Yoshi tattoo giving you a look of question.

“The dinosaur from Super Mario? Really carino?”, says Angel.

“Hey, don’t judge me Reyes”.

“You have your tats and I have mine”, you say flicking out your tongue out at him as he laughs.

“So we sticking out tongues now? Fuck around baby-girl and I’ll do something you won’t expect” gloats Angel as you roll your eyes.

“You talking shit shorty?” says Angel as out of nowhere runs his tongue at the heel of your foot up to your toes as you scream and shout. Running his tongue along your toes as he keeps his eyes on you as you become antsy. He sticks your big toe in his mouth as he rolls his tongue around it. He finally pulls it out by making a big pop leaving you speechless as you hold your breath.  

“Are you ticklish anywhere else?” he says as you hop off the bar trying to make a run for it.

With two long strides to your four paces Angel catches you as he tosses you over his shoulder with a  smack to your ass before settling you back down on the bar.

“You gotta run faster than that if you want to get away from me Colibri” says Angel as you grab his kutte pulling him in for a long kiss.

Now you leave him woozy and at a loss for words as your girls come in looking for you.

“Damn will you two ever come up for any air instead sucking each other’s face off?”, shouts Riz with Scarlett hot on his trail.

“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.” says Angel.

“The party is winding down now but, some of us are going for drinks. Do you two want to come along with us? Or be alone and play catch up?” says Scarlett as Riz hugs her from behind kissing her neck.

“Catch up alone” you two say simultaneously as Scarlett holds her hand out towards Riz as he sighs heavily reaching into his back pocket pulling out a $100 dollar bill slapping it into her hand.

“HA!!! Thank yoooooouu”, sings Scarlett taking the money happily from Riz.

“You can buy a round of drinks then big baller/shot caller”, says Riz playfully.

“You have to wrestle me for it”, giggles Scarlett.

“You playing with fire nina traviesa”, says Riz kissing her on the nose.

“Let me say goodbye to my girls”, you say as Angel helps you put your shoes back on.

“Don’t take too long Bonita”.

“Yes daddy” you whisper to Angel as you walk away with a bit more shake in your hips as you know he’s watching you from behind.

“That’s my girl”, says Scarlett as you two head outside of the clubhouse.

You see Coco and Gilly talking to Ezekiel and Danielle who are still joined at the hip. While Naomi is sitting in Bishop’s lap facing him as she strokes his salt and pepper beard being all cute and giggly.

Danielle whispers to Ezekiel as she kisses him on the cheek leaving his side to join her girls.

“Where’s Naomi?”, you ask.

“Over there playing house with Daddy Bishop” says Scarlett pointing towards them.

“When I see them two y’all know what song comes to mind?” says Danielle.

“What song girl?” you ask.

Danielle: “I will be your Father Figure”, snapping her fingers and shaking her hips as you and Scarlett sing the lyrics.

You: (OH BABY)

Scarlett: “Put your tiny hand in mine”.

You: (I’D LOVE TO)

Danielle: “I will be your preacher teacher”.

You: (BE YOUR DADDY)

Scarlett: “Anything you have in mind”.

You: (IT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY)

Danielle: “I will be your Father Figure”.

You: (VERY HAPPY)

Scarlett: “I have had enough of crime”.

You: (PLEASE LET ME BE)

Danielle: “I will be the one who loves you”

All three of you shout: “‘TIL THE END OF TIME”

“HEEEEYYYY NOOOOOWW” you yell getting into the groove.

“What you tricks got going on about over here” says Naomi joining the group.

“Oh, don’t act brand new?”, says Scarlett.

“We were singing about you and El Presidente over there”, says Danielle as all four of you look in Bishop’s direction to see that he’s joined now by Riz, Angel, Coco, and Gilly.

“Were you telling Daddy Claus Obispo your Christmas list while he was bouncing you on his knee Telling him you’ve been a good girl all year?” you ask making Naomi blush with embarrassment.

“Hopefully, I will be bouncing on his lap tonight. Butt ass naked and getting felt the fuck up”, says Naomi as you all hoot and howl laughing out loud.

“So, I take it you felt it while sitting there huh?”, you ask.

“Hell, yeah I did”, says Naomi circling her hips like she has a hola hoop.

“Girl, you better keep that dime between your legs like what your granny told you honey” says Danielle.

“Too late. Bishop done already asked for change” says Naomi gyrating her hips causing you all to laugh louder.

“You ladies ready to go now?”, asks Ezekiel grabbing Danielle by the hand as your girls are joined by Riz and Bishop.

“Y/N sweetheart thank you for coming and having a good time. I’m sure Angel wasn’t too difficult for you, tonight, was he?” says Bishop as he snakes his arm around Naomi pulling her towards him.

“Oh, he was practically a house kitten”, you say as a shy smile crept up on your face and your cheeks warm up.

Your so preoccupied with talking that you didn’t hear Angel stalking you slowly behind you. Like the King of the Jungle with his sights set on his prey. Of course, no one says a word to you so of course your totally oblivious to it.

SMACK!!! “Maldicion, that is beautiful”, shouts Angel smacking your ass startling you.

“Cochino! No te soporto”, you yell as Angel bellows with laughter.

“Did you just say that you can’t stand me Mujer Fenomenal?” asks Angel coming up behind you peppering soft kisses on your neck as a moan escapes from your lips.

“Yes, I did”, you say rolling your eyes.

“You ready to leave Colibri?” Angel whispers in your ear.

“Thought you’d never ask Angel. But, first let me visit the ladies’ room”, you say kissing him on the lips as he watches you walk away.

“We’ll go with you sis”, says Danielle as she is followed by Scarlett and Naomi.

  “Ughhhh, I’m really nervous y’all”, you say washing your hands.

“Why honey?”, asks Naomi.

“I’m afraid something is going to go wrong tonight”, you say biting your bottom lip nervously.

“This isn’t Marcus from 4 years ago. This is Angel Ignacio Reyes. A totally whole different breed of Man”.

“AKA The Maintenance Man”, says Scarlett in the bathroom stall.

“Wench stay your ass on that damn porcelain in there” you shout to Scarlett as everyone else laughs.

“Hell, who knows. On the other hand, I might turn into a slut bucket and try to hop on his dick tonight”, you say as Naomi and Danielle giggle under their breath.

Suddenly the toilet flushes as Scarlett steps out to wash her hands.

“Do you remember that game on the Price Is Right with the little mountain climber?”, says Scarlett as she wraps her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I do.”

“Why?” you ask.

“Well sweetie if you chose to do so just make sure you have your hard hat, your waist harness and ropes okay. So, when you do reach the top of Mount Reyes just make sure you go YO DE LOOOOO LEEE LOOOOOOO”, says your girls teasing you again laughing at you.

“I really can’t stand you salty wenches right now”, you say stomping off playing like your upset.

You all leave the ladies room arm in arm to outside the clubhouse as you see your men ready to go. Bishop and Riz are talking to one another waiting on Naomi and Scarlett by their motorcycles.  As Danielle gets tossed over Ezekiel’s shoulder as she screams with surprise as he walks to his own. You stand alone as you watch your friends leave on the back of roaring Harleys with hot Mayan guys as you wait for Angel.

Angel surprises you as he comes up from behind kissing your temple.

“You ready precioso?” he asks as you two sway from side to side as he holds you.

“Si!!”, you say as you turn to face his tall frame as you pull his face towards you to kiss the tip of his nose. Giving him your signature heart swelling smile showing your deep dimples.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful Y/N”, says Angel as he grabs your hand kissing the top of it.

“Come on baby, let’s go for a Midnight Drive” as you two head toward a 1962 Black 2 door Ford Falcon as he helps you in on the passenger side.

“You want some ice cream Colibri?”, he asks as he starts the engine as it purrs around you.

“Sure. Then what after that”, you ask raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll see. The night is still young beautiful”, as he pulls out from the clubhouse.

You both arrive at a local spot which happens to be popular in Santo Padre as you sit in the car while Angel is in line outside the building to get your frozen treats. You get out of the car as you lean against the passenger door watching him. Every so often Angel would look in your direction making goofy faces at you as you smile and giggle. You could not help but, notice how sweet, playful and sexy Angel can be as he was chatting with the older lady at the window as she took his order.  But you know what the Mayans are all about. Which if course was not just full of motorcycle enthusiasts. These dudes were the real deal and of course you knew it was in Drugs, Guns and money. When your parents were alive, they gave you the rundown of what your father did for the Mayans and even SOA from Charming when he was called upon. So, you already know in your heart that all these people you grew up with who are all Mayans have done some terrible things to survive and take care of their loved ones. So, you know Angel has done the very same things for his family of Mayan brothers along with Ezekiel and Mr. Reyes. You thought of this many times over when you first back here in Santo Padre. Your decision was to let it go completely and take it for what it is. Which you assume it will not be nothing serious and just strictly physical and fun between 2 consenting adults with no strings attached. But then again that is only what your mind is thinking. Your heart and body have different plans for you.

“Gracias Maria”, says Angel as he walks back to you with the ice cream.

A few minutes later you both are on the highest point of Santo Padre over-looking the entire town as you look up at the starry night sky finding the biggest moon you’ve ever seen.

“Mind if I turn on the radio?”, he asks you.

“Sure no problem”, as he turns it to an oldies station.

“Oh, thank you Angel”, you say as you as he finally hands you your frozen treat licking your lips ready to dive in.

“De Nada Colibri”, says Angel as he stands beside you eating his swirl ice cream cone.

“My god this shit is soooo fucking good”, you say as Angel stares at you with his mouth gaped open as you eat your sundae.

“Damn mama”, is that how you sound when you cum on some good dick?

You nearly choke at his comment causing you to cough as Angel pat and rubs down your back.

You sit down your sundae on the hood of the car as you step to Angel leaning your soft body against his hard one looking into his dark sexy eyes. You run your fingers through his soft raven locks as a low growl rumble from his lips.

“Thank you, Angel. And for the record Papasito honestly, I wouldn’t know any good dick since I’ve never really had any”, you say removing yourself from Angel as you stand back next to him as you finished your sundae.

You hear you cellphone ring as Angel hands you your purse from inside the car as he grabs his cigarettes for a quick smoke. You reach inside to answer your call as other contents fall out hitting the ground without you noticing. You hop off the car to answer the call and you notice its Naomi calling as your back is facing Angel.

“Is everything okay honey?”, you whisper to her as you have her on speaker.

You hear a lot of giggling in the background as a male voice gives a quick command.

“Don’t take too long baby girl. I might start the second round without you”, goes Bishop yelling to Naomi.

“I won’t daddy, Just checking up on Y/N”, she shouts back sounding breathless and all giddy.

“Really cow you want to talk to me all post-coital and shit. I smell the sex through this damn phone”, as you both giggle.

“Have you had your legs up in the air tonight?” asks Naomi.

“No there won’t be any of that from me tonight darling just catching up with Angel that’s all”, as you here giggling and rustling in the background.

“I guess daddy gotta take whats his”, says Bishop grabbing and tickling Naomi.

“Wait daddy wa-”, says Naomi as Bishop cuts the conversation by kissing which turns to moaning as Naomi drops the phone. As you can hear them fucking Naomi moan Bishop’s name as you quickly hang up.

“Uhhhh Colibri do these belong to you?”, says Angel as you turn around to see him holding a line of Magnum XL Condoms as your mouth drops open as your face dead pans.

“WHAT THE FUCK? These are not mine Reyes”, as you snatch them from as he bellows with laughter out loud.

“Goddammit Scarlett”, you mutter to yourself stuffing them back into your purse as Angel is now staring at you. Backing you up against the car again. His warm tall figure has you pinned against the car as you suddenly feel his hardened bulge on your stomach.

“Damn mami you looking to go some rounds with me? I mean all you have to do is just ask querida”, as he continues to laugh as you smack his arm.

“You playing with fire little girl. Don’t make me put you over my knee and give you a nasty ass spanking gorgeous” says Angel as he looks at you with a hot rage in his eyes. As he runs his thumb across your lips again as a squeak escapes your lips as he bits down on his bottom one again.

Your entire body shudders as you toss your empty container in a trash can nearby as you needed to distance yourself from the tall man himself.

“In order to do that you have to catch me first speedy”, you say slowly back away attempting to run.

“You already know I will slow-poke”, says Angel as you break out running and he starts to chase after you around the car as you laugh and scream.

“Damn my feet hurt”, you wince as you stop running as you bump right into Angel stopping you in your tracks.

“Come here babygirl”, says Angel as he picks you up settling you back on the hood on the car.

“Here let me help you mama”, says Angel as he removes your heels massaging your feet with his rough hands sending chills all over your body.

“Hmmm, is that better mi amor?”, asks Angel as helps rub your feet again.

“Gracias Guapo”, as you grab Angel by his leather kutte pulling him into your space.

Suddenly music tickles your ears as the night D.J. introduces “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

“This use to be my mom and dad favorite song when I was a kid. A lot of times I would catch them slow dancing to this being all CUTE, SWEET and AFFECTIONATE”, you say as Angel listens to you.

“Should I turn it off?”, asks Angel as you grab his forearm stopping him.

“Please let it play”, as you pull him back towards you body as you two become silent listening to Otis crooning from the radio.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue

These arms of mine, they are yearning. Yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be

These arms of mine, they are burning. Burning from wanting you”

You smile up at him flashing those dimples of yours again as he remains silent taking in the contours and angles of your beautiful face. He notices the tiny mole you have just above your top lip on the left side of your face. His burning gaze stops at your full soft lips as he traces them with the pad of his thumb as he takes your lips in for another kiss. Slowly drags his long thick ringed fingers down your arms as your body shivers. But lingers with your bottom lip as he sucks and nibbles on it deepening the long kiss causing goosebumps to form on your body as you can not help but to grab onto his soft mane again. Suddenly your face is warm as you turn away from staring into his warm and extremely dangerous eyes. He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him again.

“Please don’t shrink from me baby girl. I know you are afraid of being hurt again. I overheard you and your girls talk about how you were treated like shit and I am sorry for that. But, let me reassure you that I am not him. Okay sweetheart?” says Angel as he kisses you on the lips.

“Si Papi,” you say as Angel’s forehead is resting against yours as you are playing with his hair again.

“Come on let’s get out of here”, as Angel helps you back into the car.

“Heading over to my place. Is that a problem colibri?” asks Angel as he looks at you.

“Uhhh, no problem. You can even toss the condoms if you want”, says Angel as he detects right off that you are a little uneasy about it.

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do”, says Angel as he grabs your hand kissing it and pulling you closer to him across the long front seat.  While driving, he wraps one long arm around you as you rest your head on his shoulder. Suddenly you are sleepy as you rest your eyes a bit.

You arrive at Angel’s place as he lets you take a shower and get ready for bed. You find that he’s left you a black wife beater for you to wear as you pull an extra pair of boyshorts from you purse you keep for emergencies.

“Damn mama you were right about keeping extra underwear”, you say as you remember what she told as you were growing up.

Finally dressed for bed you crawl in under Angel’s sheets taking in his natural scent of sandalwood and leathery smoke. Suddenly you hear the shower turn off as you feel nervous for no damn reason.

“Damn it keep yourself together Y/N”, you say chastising yourself.

You couldn’t sleep so you sat up and noticed the moon again beaming bright through his bedroom blinds. You just stared at it as your back was facing the bedroom door. So, you were not aware that Angel walked in quietly as his lower half was wrapped in a bath towel hanging just below his Adonis belt. He was still damp from the shower as his hair was in his face. Your legs were folded to your chest as you let your hair down from the messy bun you had. Angel stopped and stared as you just did something that was so mundane but, to him it was so rare and beautiful. You felt the bed dip behind as Angel pulled you close as your back was too his shirtless chest.

“You smell nice querida” whispers Angel as he moves your hair aside to kiss your neck.

“Your body is so warm Angel”, you say as you stare at the moon in amazement.

“Look at me Y/N”, says Angel as you turn to face him.

“You’re doing it again colibri”, says Angel looking at you.

“Doing what Angel?”, you say as you roll your eyes.

“Hiding from me again is what you’re doing”.

“I have good reason to”, you say as a scowl forms on your face as Angel raises his eyebrows.

“How many women have you fucked from those parties or brought back here?”, you quizzed him.

“Whoa like what the fuck Y/N? That was some random as shit”, he says shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it Reyes you don’t need to tell me. You probably lost count by now”, you say as you turn away from him. He grabs your arm pulling you to face him again as he’s inches away.

“I take it that every man after this Marcus motherfucker has to pay for what the fuck, he did to you right?”, he says as he rubs his face in frustration.

“Doesn’t matter Reyes. I’m sure you’re looking to add another notch to your long belt”, you as you try to get out of bed. Angel grabs you by the waist tossing you on your back as his weight is on top of you.

“I’m not him querida”, he says leaning close to your face as you both are breathing heavy.

He kisses you and you don’t stop him at all. He grabs your small hands with his one large one holding them above your head. You whine as he kisses as you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through his soft locks again. He releases your hands as he roughly removes his shirt from your body exposing your perfect breasts.

“Man fuck this shit”, he grumbles taking one of your chocolate pearls into his mouth as your entire body nearly arches off the bed.

“Ugggghhhh Fuck Angel”, you squeal as he drags his thick fingers slowly to your center as he releases one dark pearl and devours the other as you grab onto his hair.

With a pop he releases your hardened nipple as he elevates his upper half. The moon shining through the blinds has cast a glow about him as you can see every beautiful line in his face. His thick dark eyebrows that compliment his eyes. Which are probably the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen as they take your breath away every time. You notice that he has two scars on his face that are healing. You sit up as your inches away as he bits his lower lip. You trail your thumb along those two scars as you hear a growl. As if your face to face with a wild Lion that remains calm only to your soft touch. You two switch spots as his back is to the headboard and you are in his lap with your back against his chest. He pinches a nipple as he whispers into your ear.

“Ride my leg mama.” he says as his hand disappears into your boy-shorts.

“Think of me having you on your back. Sucking on the beautiful fat pussy of yours. Just taking the very soul that belongs to me mi dulce”, he says as you move back and forth on his thigh.

“That’s it babygirl. Fuck daddy’s thigh. Just like that mama”, he says as his thick fingers make tiny circles on your clit as your body starts to sweat.

“I see daddy is making you work huh? You don’t mind that now do you amor?”, as he pinches one of your nipples as you gasp.

“Damn girl, you wetting up my fucking fingers. Here bonita, lick my finger like its cake frosting from a spoon”, he says as you suck your juice off his finger.  

“My fat pussy taste good Colibri”, whispers Angel as the first wave of an orgasm hits you.

“I’m going to cum Angel. Just keep rubbing my clit like that daddy”, you pant.

“HA!!! What you just say girl? Did I hear that right? Your clit? Your pussy?” says Angel with a dark chuckle as he rubs you faster as your moans get louder and out of control.

“Looks like I gotta put my mouth where my pussy is. Prove to you who this pussy belongs to”, says Angel as he ripped your boy-shorts to shreds flipping you onto your back as he dives in head-first throwing your legs over his shoulders.

You grab onto his hair as you ride toward that first orgasm. Your body becomes stiff as a board as the first orgasm washes over you taking some of your energy with it.

“That’s one mi amor. How many more can I get from my fat pussy before this night is over?” he asked as he dives right in again adding a thick ringed finger making you moan again. Feeling his beard against your core just heightened you toward the edge as another orgasm nears. It comes at you fierce as flashes of light appear from behind your eyes as you scream his name.

“Let me switch this up baby girl”, says Angel as your face was on the mattress as he continued his assault on your clit sliding a second-thick finger causing you to wail again. You swear this time the neighbors can hear you at this point but, all cares flew to the wind as he dragged a third earth shattering orgasm from you. You tried to push his mouth from your center.

“Are you running from my mouth-piece baby? Because that’s number 3. Guess I gotta make you pay for pushing me from my pussy”, laughs Angel.

“Ride daddy’s beard carino. Wet it up for me”, as he pulls you onto his face holding you there with his strong arms as your body is facing the window.

Between his scratchy beard, hot mouth and stiff tongue he latches onto it like it’s his only life source. Continues with sucking and humming driving you into a frenzy as you shake and rock against his mouth as you hold on to the headboard. Your body is on fire as from the sweat Angel caused your body to react. Your making incoherent noises as he pulls the fourth orgasm from you as your body is humming and your mind is in a daze of confusion. Little did you have time to react as he pulls a fifth orgasm from you as you know for sure with the half brain cell you have left you yell his name at the top of your lungs. He watches you open like a rose before him as he sucks the last of you as he catches you.

“Hey. Hey Colibri. Are you okay”, whispers Angel as he snaps his fingers to bring you down from that Euphoric Multi Orgasmic trip he just sent you on.

As he’s looking you in the face you notice that his beard is covered with your essence and his face is a shade of red smiling at you. Kissing you deeply as your body is still hot but, you still can’t talk. You lick his beard for extra measure as you taste yourself getting a throaty growl from him as he winks at you.

“You must ate some Pineapple today because that beautiful pussy tastes delicious” says Angel your knees go weak again from his comment.

“Here baby, let daddy take care of you” says Angel while bringing a warm washcloth to rub you down cooling your overheated body down.

Your voice finally comes back as you tell him “Thank you daddy”, you say as he changes the sheets on his bed and taking your wet clothes to the washer.

When he returns to his bedroom, he sees that you are fast asleep with a light snore coming from you as he smiles looking at you. He notices you have other tats along your body. Stars, Beautiful Flowers and a Care Bear he sees in various spots on your smooth skin. He kind of feels mad that you would cover up your beautiful skin. It is something he had had to get use to. But one thing for certain is that he is not going to let you slip between his fingers now that you have come back into his life. He would dare hate to ruin everything with you. Especially since Bishop and Taza were very vocal on if Angel broke your heart that they would hack him up to pieces and leave his body for the coyotes in the desert if he fucks things up with you. Of course, Angel Reyes would move Earth and the Heavens to have you as his own on a deeper meaning. He finally strips down naked as he climbs into bed next to your sleeping form. He places covers over the both of you grabbing you from behind pulling you close to him as he softly kisses your shoulder.

“Buenos Noches princesa” as Angel falls asleep with you in his arms.

The next morning you wake up as you stare at the ceiling with a smile on your face. You look to the right and notice that the spot is empty. You sit up to the aroma of fresh coffee as you head to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Despite being a dark-skinned woman Angel left some noticeable marks upon your body.  You looked at yourself in the mirror as you studied your reflection. Love bites on your neck and hips as you looked at yourself furthermore in the mirror. Your curly coif was all over your head as your eyes were satiated from the night before while your lips were puffy as you smiled and headed to the kitchen. His back was facing you as a dish towel was draped over his tatted shoulder as you stood still taking in the glorious view behind him. Wearing only black basketball shorts and barefoot.  

“You know I could smell you coming querida” says Angel separating eggs, bacon and potatoes onto two separate plates as you sit on a stool watching him move around the kitchen. You could not help it as you stepped down from the stool and walked into the kitchen.  

“You must be part wolf or something because you can always smell me coming towards you”, you say as Angel turns toward you gently kissing your forehead and smacking you on the ass as you hopped up onto the counter.

“Oh, and your phone has been going off all morning baby, You might want to check it”, says Angel.

You head to the coffee table in his living room to check your phone. You have 12 missed called and a shit load of texts from your girls. You already know what it’s about.

“Bitch are you dead or just haven’t come up for air yet” from Scarlett.

“You reach the top of Mount Reyes yet? Yodeling all over that dick”, asks Naomi with smiling emoji.

“Are you limping for last night with El Presidente”, you ask Naomi as she responds with a woman on crutches emoji followed by an emoji with a huge ass smile on its face as you laugh at her response.

“You look sexy in my black wife beater mami. I might just buy a shit load more of those to have on hand”, he says as his eyes feasted on you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap baby girl”, says Angel as he pats his lap for you to sit on it.

“Why is he doing this?”, you whisper to yourself as you try your best to eat what Angel has prepared but how can you do this simple task.

Of course, last night at the clubhouse and with Angel after it was different before he bought you back to his house. Now you are swimming in uncharted territory as you think about what can possibly come being with Angel. You can attest that so far he is nothing like that fucking douche bag Marcus from 4 years ago.

All you want to do is eat your breakfast and be on your way. Not when this man is eating his food quietly with one hand while the other keeps rubbing your thigh by making lazy circles on it. You dare not look him in the eye because he is watching you like a hawk.

“Can I eat without you watching me like a fucking hawk dude”, you say as you slip up and look him in the eye as he sips his coffee as he remains completely silent as breakfast goes on.

“FUCK”, you think to yourself as you realized that you slipped up and looked at him. And the fucked-up thing is that he really didn’t do anything just took a drink of his coffee as you saw his dark dangerous eyes of the rim of his cup. You can’t help it, but your mind goes back to Angel’s bedroom of what transpired between you two.  Maybe it’s because he watched that coil inside pop and butterflies flap like crazy as you came multiple times last night as he watched you unravel, shed tears and beg for him to stop. You remember you wanted to stop just after the first orgasm that sent you over the edge.  

“Do you want daddy to feed you gorgeous?”, asks Angel bringing you back to the present.

“No, uhhh I got it Angel. Tttthank you”, you say as you dig in and try your best to eat but, you can still feel his hard-on under your ass from his basketball shorts as you try your hardest not to moan and grind on his lap.

You cannot enjoy the food like how you want to because Angel is assaulting your senses by being who he is and, in his presence, now. Which is 6’3” of sexiness on a fucking stick, a man’s man and a Lady Killer with his charm. Dudes wanted to be him, and women of course wanted to be fucked by him including yourself. You cannot deny that you are curious what his dick would feel like inside your slippery walls as you would collapse around him. Begging for him to fuck you harder, spank you, and pull your hair. Making you sweat and quiver at his touch. Demanding you to swallow his fat dick in your mouth catching his pearly essence.

“You care to share what’s going on mi amor?”, says Angel making you jump at his deep voice.    

“Honestly Colibri I want us to have breakfast first then I was gonna lick that sweet tasting pussy and fuck you into oblivion until you wet up my brown dick so you can pass out again”, says Angel as he’s semi hard right under you again as you dare not to speak of it.

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Exit Wounds

pairing: Steve Murphy x Javier Peña, buddies or pre-slash, up to you. Not part of the Better Love ‘verse.

summary: Steve comes to several realizations all at once. Steve Murphy POV.

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ - violence (beyond canon-typical), GSW, ambiguous ending, ANGST. You really probably shouldn’t read this one at all, my dudes.

a/n: unbeta’d. For those sharp eyed readers, there’s a slight canon change regarding Brady’s murder.

“Stay back,” Steve mouths, lifting a hand to Javier’s chest. Behind him, Steve can damn near feel Javi rolling his eyes, but he keeps still, both of them hardly daring to breathe as they pause at the corner of the stairwell. 

Feo is waiting for them. Steve just knows it.

Dread and anticipation are rising in him, age old instinct and adrenaline converging into a single minded awareness that sharpens every sense. Steve’s heartbeat thrums in his ears. Reality glitters around him. Javi huffs softly at his shoulder, eager, impatient. 

It’s like having a superpower. 

Carefully, Steve edges his gaze just around the corner, and leaps back as a single round grazes just past his left ear. He feels the zing of displaced air before he’s even aware of the crack of gunfire. 

“Shit,” he hisses. 

That had been close. 

“Think you found him,” Javi supplies helpfully. 

Above them, there’s a scuffle, receding footsteps. Javi doesn’t wait - he’s already tearing around the corner, glock extended, giving chase.

Steve leaps at his heels.

He’ll never admit it, not to anybody and especially not to Connie because she worries, but this is Steve’s favorite part of the job. There’s something primal and evocative about chasing a bad guy through the streets of Medellín. It calls back to that little boy in Memphis, playing cops and robbers with the neighborhood kids until long past the streetlamps had lit. It awakens that visceral sense of masculine justice that’s simmered just beneath the surface of Steve’s thoughts since he could remember; the burning need to protect, to avenge, to do the right thing.

And fuck, it’s just fun.

He grits his teeth and digs in, running for all he’s worth. Chases in Medellín are all sticky heat and creaking rooftops that pop beneath a grown man’s weight, the smell of spices and gunpowder and unwashed bodies. The air is thick like soup. It stagnates in his lungs, stifles his breaths. His heart pounds wildly. Sweat pours down his back and clings to his shirt, and Steve basks in it all, loving every second. 

Javi ducks into one of the zócalos, taking a short cut on a hunch. Steve follows. The world narrows, the entire cramped room smelling of tortillas and goat milk. The darkness inside is a stark contrast to the midday Medellín sun, and Steve barrels into the tiny kitchen table before his eyes can fully adjust. A child shrieks, and Javi pauses just long enough to wince toward her mother as Steve staggers to his feet. 

“Sorry,” he bleats, already stumbling out the door.

Outside, they are faced with a choice. Stairs going up to the rooftops. Stairs going down into the alleyway. Absolute silence. 

Steve takes the street and Javi takes the high ground. There’s no discussion, no pause to consider, no flicker of eye contact and a question. Steve and Javi move as one unit in two bodies, working in seamless tandem that comes from surviving and thriving together in countless life or death scenarios.

Feo is not in the street, it’s apparent immediately.  Steve has gone the wrong way. 

Well, win some, lose some. The comuna is built into a slope, like so many comunas are, and Steve makes for the top of it, determined to get a better view. Maybe he can cut Feo off while Javi herds him forward, though it’s unlikely. 

He reaches the top of the hill and whirls, shading his eyes against the sun as he glances over the rooftops, searching. 

Javier shouts in Spanish. Steve cranes his neck toward the sound. He’s close.

There.

A shot rings out. That’s nothing new - shots are always ringing out in Medellín. It’s practically how the sicarios say hello. 

But this time, it’s different. This time, Javier staggers back like he’s been punched in the solar plexus, and Steve’s world converges into two undeniable facts - dread, and absolute certainty.

Javi’s been hit. 

Somehow, Steve has the sense of mind to radio for backup with medical, an instinct honed from years of beats in the shadier neighborhoods of Miami. He doesn’t bother listening for the garbled response, he’s just running, tearing down the hill with one ominous thought replaying through his mind. 

He can’t see Javi anymore.

Steve shakes away the implications and focuses on what he can remember - where Javi had been standing, the direction of his voice. His lungs are burning, heart pounding painfully in his chest, but Steve’s totally unaware of that. It shouldn’t be possible, but he’s flying, feet hardly hitting the ground as he tears through the comuna, making his way once again toward the rooftops.

His best friend’s life is on the line.

And isn’t that funny? If you’d have asked Steve an hour ago, he’d have laughed in your face at the idea that Javi was anything more than his work partner. Javi’s an asshole. A self-righteous, arrogant, hypocritical, sell-you-to-the-fucking-cartels-on-a-whim cuntstain of a human being. Yeah, Steve can admit that Javier Peña is a decent agent. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t. There’s also the fact that Javi knows all of the best dives in town, and that he’s always good for a drink after a long shift, and sure, maybe he’d stuck up for Steve that one time with Messina, but friends? Yeah, that’s a long shot.

Except now, it’s not.

The stairwell Steve’s been climbing ends abruptly. He’s standing on a three foot square platform, looking up at a ten foot wall.

Shit, shit, shit.

Javi is right there, just on the roof above him.

Steve doesn’t think, he just leaps, the tin edges slicing his palms as he scrambles for the ledge. He kicks his feet hard, banging his shins with enough force to bruise as he rolls gracelessly onto the roof. Later, when Steve tells Connie that it was a feat of athleticism that would put the best of his college buddies to shame, he’s not lying.

And there’s Javi. 

Steve drops to his knees beside the body. Javi’s lying crumpled on the ground, curled on his side in a fetal position that is far more vulnerable than Steve is comfortable witnessing. 

“Javi?” Steve calls, shaking his partner hard as he hauls him over onto his back. “Shit.”

Javi doesn’t answer. The concrete beneath him is a pool of red blood. It’s smeared all over Javi’s pink shirt, an ominous, dark stain originating from somewhere near his shoulder. 

And it’s still pumping steadily from the wound. 

Steve catches a breath, reminds himself that this is a good thing. Dead people don’t bleed. 

Automatically, he presses one hand over the most saturated part of Javi’s shirt. Hold pressure. It’s basic first aid, but basic first aid is prioritized in the academy because it saves lives. Steve punches his palm into Javi’s shoulder for all he’s worth. 

But Javi’s still not moving, not responding. Carefully, Steve cups his free fingers gently over Javi’s mouth and nose. Soft, quick breaths pulse hot against his skin, and a tight bubble of tension bursts in Steve’s chest. 

Javi is breathing. Thank fuck, Javi is breathing.

Blood spurts through the cracks Steve’s fingers, warm and deep crimson, and Steve has a sudden, wild thought that it’s much more slippery than he’d have thought, more like motor oil than water. He’s seen blood in this quantity before, many, many times, but never this close, never fresh and red on his bare hands, never gushing in slick rivulets from the body of his partner and friend. 

Steve flashes back to that one sting gone horribly wrong in Miami, to being held at gunpoint in the doorway while Brady bled out onto the dirty motel carpet. 

He shakes it away. Not this time. Never again.

He shifts his position, tilting Javi’s head to the opposite side so he won’t choke and exposing the wound so he has better access to it. He can’t see the edges, and hell, he’s definitely not looking, but the blood seems to be coming from the juncture of Javi’s neck and shoulder, just to the edge of the kevlar strap of his tac vest. 

Fuck.

An inch to right, and Javi would have walked away with a massive bruise, maybe a broken clavicle. An inch to the left, and it would have all been over.

“Of course it would be your shoulder, Javi,” Steve bites out between gritted teeth. It it were an arm or a leg, he’d have already used his belt to make a tourniquet. But that’s not an option here, and by the way Javi’s breathing - fast, quick little pants that are quickly turning his lips blue, Steve wonders if there might be something wrong with Javi’s lung, too.

Fucking Christ. 

“God, get here already,” Steve mutters under his breath as he presses both palms into Javi’s chest. Shit, the bullet’s gone all the way through. Steve can feel the heat of Javier’s blood seeping into his jeans. 

‘All bleeding eventually stops,’ he remembers Connie saying after a terrible shift at Ryder. Her tone had been flippant and thoroughly blasé, cynical like the humor of all nurses who work trauma call is cynical. At the time, Steve had brushed it off as a one-off, a ruthless, humorless joke made out of frustration. 

With a slow dawn of horror, he suddenly understands exactly what Connie had meant. 

“Fuck,” Steve mutters desperately, pinning Javi’s body between his knee and his fists, locking his elbows and pressing both hands as hard as he’s able into the wound in a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding. 

His wild thought of ‘where the hell are they going to land the chopper?’ is cut off as Javi shifts and groans.

Steve panics. Javi’s lost a lot of blood, far, far too much blood. It’s all over Steve, all over Javi, all over the concrete, and Steve has just now gotten it under control. 

Javi needs to be still, dammit. 

“Don’t you dare fucking move, Javi, you hear me?” Steve’s voice is brittle as he leans in close to Javi’s ear. 

And oh god, somehow, the situation is suddenly so much worse now that Javi isn’t completely out, now that Steve knows that in some capacity, Javi is aware of what’s happening to him. 

Fuck.

But Javi just huffs one shuddering breath, and then goes so completely still that Steve’s heart lurches in his chest. 

“And don’t you fucking die, either, you hear?” Steve shouts into his ear.

Really, that’s more important than anything. 

Javi grunts something in response, a word that Steve, in his frazzled state, doesn’t quite catch. Later, when he relives this day over and over again, Steve thinks it might have been “asshole.”

The ensuing silence is stifling. They lay there on that rooftop for an eternity, Javi sandwiched between Steve’s fists and his knee, Steve’s back and arms burning with tension. Javi’s breathing speeds and shallows. His entire face is ashen now. Little beads of sweat have broken out on his forehead. His blood is cooling, congealing dark between Steve’s fingers.

“Please, god, please.” Steve hasn’t prayed in years, but this is different. Important. He’s not asking for anything for himself. Not for Connie, even.  

He’s begging for Javi’s life.

In the distance, the blades of a chopper are beat, beat, beating against the wind.

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