dacryphilia; suggestive content MDNI
when you’re sobbing over something, so much so that you’re taking in sharp breaths every other cry, luke is right there, holding your blotchy and burning face in his hands, making you maintain eye contact.
he’s cooing promises to you (“baby, baby, look at me. okay? i’m right here. you’re gonna be fine. it’s all gonna be okay. i won’t let anything happen to you”) as he pulls you into his chest, rocking you back and forth. not so subtly, he presses his crotch into yours and if you weren’t coming down from a mini breakdown, then maybe you would’ve noticed the tent in his sweatpants.
instead, you don’t realize his intentions until his hands slide down your back and rest over your ass in your pajama shorts. he pulls back enough to stare down at you.
“let me make you feel better?” it’s spoken like a question, but there seems to be full confidence that you’ll agree. he kisses your forehead once, then says it again, this time phrased more like a request.
“want me to make you feel good?”
its impossible for you to say no whenever luke presses his lips to yours. it’s a little disgusting how he licks over your lips to taste your salty tears, but then his strong hands are fondling your ass and you’re quick to melt into him.
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luis. (sweet talk)
note: fem. reader. implied to be latina/hispanic; no physical features are mentioned. can also simply pass as a spanish speaker. spanish was kindly corrected by @angi-writes-filth ; translations are included at the end for your convenience.
“¿dime, chula, qué pasa entre usted y el oficial?”
his question has leon turning to you with a serious curiosity, no doubt hoping you’d translate something useful. unfortunately for him, and for you, it’s nothing more than what luis hopes will turn into flirtatious banter.
you shake your head at your partner, leaving him unconvinced. you hope his meager grasp of spanish keeps him from understanding too much. “¿qué con que?” you beck your head at luis, who grins upon receiving your attention. “es mi socio, nada más.”
your coy reply does not escape him. at once he slinks to your side, playful gray eyes flicking about your pretty face. “parece que le caes muy bien, ¿eh? te ha cuidado más que a la niñita.” he bumps shoulders, a teasing gesture. gets you rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your lips.
across the room of the safehouse, ashley looks on with girlish interest, her brows raising suggestively at the sight of you two so close. you send her a face, a code between young women, that has her fighting back a laugh.
leon, ever responsible, busies himself by placing whatever broken wooden planks he finds onto the dirty glass windows by the entrance door. you catch him glancing ever so often back at where you stand, unable to hide the wary way he eyes the man cozying up beside you. you ponder luis’s words.
“quiero pensar que somos amigos. los amigos se necesitan quererse, ¿no?” you reiterate, shifting your weight opposite of him. a thrill runs up your heart when he inches closer, intentions all too obvious.
“eso es lo que quiero saber, cariña. usted, el chaval, sólo sois amigos, ¿verdad?”
“vaya…estás muy interesando en él. ¿por qué me hablas a mi?”
“supongo que quiero saber si tengo una chance, ¿que mas?” luis chuckles, moves to prop his shoulder onto the wall behind you, one arm loosely caging you, the other resting on his hip. “y, pues, la cosa es…” he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “que difícil ignorar a alguien tan hermosa.”
heat rises up your face, a trained façade breaking as you laugh him off, unable to stop from smiling this time. luis hovers, incredibly pleased, watching from up close how your beauty lights up. he lingers even when you give him a lighthearted shove, stammering an excuse of having to check upstairs for supplies.
he lays back against the wall, feels the vibrations of your heels clicking up the stairs. knows you won’t find anything, anyway — if you weren’t so flustered, you’d remember he had already gone up there to check as soon as the group arrived.
a satisfied smirk refuses to leave his face, despite the severe way leon glares at him from across the room.
“i’m guessing you didn’t share any valuable input?” leon asks curtly, broad shoulders tense.
friends, my ass, luis thinks. he throws his hands up innocently, appearing clueless to leon’s envy. “no, no, it was. valuable for her to know, at least.” he winks impishly, earning himself a scowl. “c’mon, yanqui, i’m just being friendly, you know?”
though his jaw sets tight, leon says nothing in return, remembering ashley stands not too far from his place near the front door.
“everything’s clear up here.” your voice comes down the stairs before the rest of you does. you pointedly ignore both men eyeing your figure as you make your way to ashley’s side. “there’s a relatively clean bed upstairs if you’d like to rest, sweetie. i know it’s hard to relax in our situation, but i think it’s best you try.”
ashley quirks a brow. i’ll go if you tell me everything.
you offer your hand. well, duh.
“yeah, you’re probably right.” ashley agrees, voice feigning hesitation, placing her hand in yours to lead her away. she gives leon a passing look to gauge his reaction, but can’t seem to look past what she now recognizes as his “cool, calm, agent guy” persona. that, and, he’s a little too occupied watching you walk away to really react.
at least luis shows a little disappointment when you walk by without looking his way, even pouting at the lack of attention. the air sours as the two men are left alone, for plenty of reasons she’s clueless for.
she should really brush up on her spanish when she gets home.
translations below:
“tell me, cutie, what’s up with you and the officer?”
“what’s with what? he’s my associate, nothing more.”
“it looks like he likes you quite a bit. he’s taken more care of you than of the girl.”
“i like to think we’re friends. friends have to like each other, don’t they?”
“that’s what i’d like to know, sweetheart. you, the guy, you’re just friends, right?”
“wow…you’re seriously interested in him. why are you talking to me?”
“i guess i wanna know if i have a chance, what else? and, well, the thing is…it’s difficult to ignore someone so beautiful.”
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Random Fact #6,548
In Portuguese and Spanish there are two verbs for the verb "to be": ser and estar.
So when do you use which one?
Ser is used regarding more permanent ways of being, such as one's name, hometown, nationality, etc.
Estar, on the other hand, is used for things that change over time, like your feelings, where you are, who you're with at any given time, what grade you're in at school, etc.
The title of Frozen's Let It Go song was translated into both Portuguese and Spanish as "I am Free", but in Portuguese the song uses the verb estar while Spanish uses the verb ser.
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