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lexxwithbooks · 8 months

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📖: 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 (𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 #2) 🪩📷

✍🏽: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧

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taegularities · 2 years

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colour me in | jjk (m) | masterlist

Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader

➳ genre: fwb, fake dating, college!au; fluff, angst, smut

➳ contents & warnings: artist/fuckboy!JK, annoying parents, endearing friends, lots of smut and fluff, misunderstandings; and more chapter specific warnings! | 18+

➳ current word count: 339.8k

➳ status: ongoing

➳ cmi’s mood: still with you and my you by Jungkook | collaborative playlist 🎶

⁂ CHAPTERS

✩ indicates parts relevant to the story | ❀ indicates fillers/drabbles (can be read as stand alones)

PART I: THE SEEDS

⤞ colour me in (9.8k) ✩ | lowkey by niki

"I need you to be my boyfriend. Please.” “Your what now?”

⤞ cmi: outlines (10.6k) ✩ | slow down by chase atlantic

“If I’m somewhat okay to you, angel... may I kiss you then?”

⤞ cmi: layers (18.4k) ✩ | stay (acoustic) by zedd & alessia cara

“I just want you to know that if I ever put you on a pedestal, it wouldn’t be because of any amount of money you own.”

⤞ cmi: too much (7.2k) ❀ | heavenly by cigarettes after sex

“I think if you wanted to… or tried hard enough, you could break my heart.” “...How?” “I don’t know. I don’t think I wanna find out.”

⤞ cmi: lights (25.2k) ✩ | ruin my life by zara larsson

“You just called me to tell me about the burn?” “Yeah. But I think... also to tell you that I miss you.”

⤞ cmi: the canvas (22.8k) ✩ | with love by christina grimmie

“You’re coloured in now for real, aren’t you?” “Feels more like you’re colouring me in.”

⤞ cmi: not enough (4k) ❀ | this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler

“Those New Year’s Eve parties bore me more than you’d know.” “Why did you come then?” “'Cause... I guess I knew you’d be here.”

PART II: THE GROWING

⤞ cmi: silhouettes (23.7k) ✩ | rumors by sabrina claudio & zayn / kiss me by ed sheeran

“We've played our parts in this fake thing. But I’m still here, with you. Why?”

⤞ cmi: undying roses (3.3k) ❀ | i can’t fall in love without you by zara larsson

“...You remembered?” “How could I not?”

⤞ cmi: monochrome (21.6k) ✩ | reflections by the neighbourhood

“You didn’t look at me even once, I–” “Because if I do… I’ll break.”

⤞ cmi: letters from the heart (17k) ✩ | jk pov | angels like you by miley cyrus

“And even with Nara, you didn’t behave like this.” “Like what?” “Like… Like you want to go back to how it was.”

⤞ cmi: unhindered (12.2k) ❀ | love on the brain by rihanna

“You came because you want me, and that’s driving you crazy.”

⤞ cmi: blurred (31.7k) ✩ | the only exception by paramore

“I hate that I’ve grown to crave you.”

⤞ cmi: blue (30.4k) ✩ | only love (acoustic) by pvris

“It’s easy to lose someone when you open up. It fucking scares me — and it’s never scared me as much as with you.”

⤞ cmi: seven (25k) ❀ | seven by jungkook

“I mean it. Just… If you must know? I would’ve been okay with handing you all the control, okay? All of it.”

⤞ cmi: redraft (25.3k) ✩ | i need u by yaeow

“You’re… kind of ridiculously amazing. You’re someone who gives all those people hope who don’t believe in humanity anymore. And I admire you in every way.”

PART III: THE BLOSSOMING

⤞ cmi: translucent (35.8) ✩ | say you won’t let go by james arthur

“I’m not good with words, baby. And I don’t know how to ever properly verbalise something like this.”

⤞ cmi: blooming (15.6k) ✩ | daylight by taylor swift

“You excite me all the time.”

⤞ cmi: palette (??) ✩ | ?? | next!

. . .

and more!

⁂ BONUS

⤞ ask my character; colour me in edition ⤞ cmi theories 💭 | cmi drabble ideas 🖌 | cmi memes 😁 ⤞ character sheet 🧑🏻 ⤞ cmi timeline (spoilers ahead!!) 🕰 ⤞ cmi couple’s dream apartment, art by yaila 🤍 ⤞ cmi moodboard, made by ivi 🤍 ⤞ cmi audio commentary | commentary post 🎙

⤞ requested drabbles:

frat party; nara & jungkook jealousy; jungkook x reader (ft. taehyung) day out; jungkook x reader jealousy #2 (read cmi5/the canvas first!); jungkook x reader perilla leaf/jealousy #3; jungkook x reader

⤞ FAQ:

When do you update? Randomly! Usually on Fridays around 8PM EST, but I don’t have a schedule for CMI. Whenever a part is done!

How many chapters will CMI have? I haven’t planned out every part yet, so I can’t say for sure. Definitely more than 10, though.

What inspired you to write CMI? Menacing pictures and my lovesick brain 🥲.

What role does Nara play? Jungkook talks about her in the fourth chapter, Lights. More to come later!

What do ‘part I’, ‘part II’ etc. in the masterpost mean? I explained (or tried to explain :D) it here, but the tl;dr version is that the story is divided into 3 arcs. One arc focuses on one main aspect of their relationship (e.g. arc 1 is the beginning; them getting closer).

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vixensajntz · 8 months

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switchpottery jean x switchchubby black fem reader.fingering.clit play. slight dirty talk.some praise.reader has a christina piercing.jean is tatted up.reader has thick thighs.squirting.reader has freckles nd dimples.reader nd jean have fat lips.makeout ses.daddy kink mentioned one time.pet names baby,my love,nd bae used.soft thoughts mentioned.jean is inloveeee with reader real bad.

SKILLED.

youve been cleaning all day since its sunday,yk sunday is always a cleaning day…if you got motivation.Your bf jean has been at his job making pottery..yes pottery.You always like to go to his work with him..but the way he handles that soft clay with his freckled slender veiny hands…always wakes ms.kitty up everytime.So you decied to stay home today…cleaning the not so dirty house…but it still needed to be wiped down.You decided after you would take a shower with your fave scent from bath nd body works…strawberry pound cake.Which was also jeans favorite scent on you…so you know he would be all over you when he got home.After your shower you put on a comfortable cute outfit and took your pretty passion twists out of your baby pink bonnet.Doing your skincare…then spraying the strawberry scent perfume on your neck,behind your ears,behind your knees,nd your wrists after moisturizing your body with the matching scented lotion.Deciding to watch a few of your fave disney movies before jean gets home to kill some time.

1 hour later…

jean comes home to a lightly dim house…smelling like a mix of purple fabuloso nd a strong vanilla candle…soon figuring out you cleaned today…when you really didnt need too but he’ll never say that unless if he wants a strong glare from you.He takes off his cream colored crocs filled with matching croc charms that go with your pink crocs filled with the same charms.He sets down his backpack on the coat hanger.Him slowly walking to the living room seeing you under your pink hello kitty blanket…watching lilo nd stitch.You turn to see jeans face getting illuminated from the tv playing in the dark room with only blue leds shining under the tv stand.He smiles at you nd you smile back.Him breaking the silence saying ‘hi baby,ive missed youu’dragging out his words…hopping on the couch hugging you tightly…smothering you in his soft kisses all over your face…making you giggle lightly.Him taking in your comforting scent…smelling his favorite perfume you use…having something rise in him.You look deep in his eyes while he’s holding you in his arms…seeing that certain look in them…the lust seeping thru them.You tangling your nails into his auburn hair.Kissing him deeply…both of your heads turning opposite ways…tounges swirling around eachother…the light sound of the tv playing in the background…hearing the smacking of both of your plump lips moving together…pulling eachother closer…youre pulling the blanket off of you…laying back on the couch pulling him into your legs…him slowly grinding his forming buldge into your aching heat.You both pull away from eachother…knowing this is going to lead into something much more further.

now you are in the corner of the couch…tube top pulled down revealing your soft plump pierced diamond titties hardened from the cold air circulating thru out the living room…your necklaces falling inbetween them…your shorts on the floor…your beautiful phat wet pierced pussy exposed making you shiver in jeans arms…hes leaning into your side.He takes his tatted freckled fingers …dragging them thru your heat…making you softly whimper…hes humming feeling your essence soaking his fingers…hes rubbing your pearly fat clit within his two skilled fingers…that make beautiful bowls,plates,and mugs all day…the action making you hiss with pleasure…this is all so overwhelming for you.Yes you have been here in this position before many times…but this time it is was somehow different..maybe because its been such a long time you both have been able to be in eachothers presence…taking in everything together.Hes dragging his pink tounge up your neck up to your tiny gold hoops in your ear…still rubbing your clit…now youre becoming more louder wetter nd needer…he can tell too…he slowly drags his slender fingers to your hole…slowly taking one finger sliding it in getting you prepared for the second one…they slowly enter in you…them slowly grinding into the spongey spot inside…eyes rolling to the back of your head…jeans inspecting your facial expressions…watching you closely…hes also taking in your beauty…your deep dimples showing everytime you bite your lip…your brown freckles spread across your nose and cheeks.He truly thinks you are a godess and always has everyday he met you those 2 years ago…he focuses back on what you sound like…you sound like a beautiful harmony to his ears…your raspy moans and whines coming out over and over again…you cant control them no more…not in the position you are in rn…’so proud of you baby,letting me in this slutty ass pussy.’ he says with a pearly white smile on his face.His skilled fingers getting you closer to the edge ever than before…you are slowy starting to move your hips up trying to match his thrusts…your essence dripping down on the couch…creating a wet spot on the sage green couch…a familar feeling building inside of your lower stomach making you feel like youre gonna have to pee soon…’j-jean im soo fuckin closeee’you said with a low whine…’i know my love i know’he said nuzzling his head in your neck.The wet sound is building up more and more…you holding your thighs open more…you dont know what to do…the feeling is becoming to much making you cry out…’come on baby,come on.its okay let go,daddy has you.’ hearing those words has your release on the tip of your tounge…you are getting louder…’s-shittttt jean im cummmin,im fuckinn cummin.’you said with a loud whimper…next thing you know your essence is splashing all over your pussy and thick thighs soaking the sage green couch soon to be a dark green couch…you let out this beautiful moans while riding your high state of euphoria out…your creamy essence covering jeans fingers…he sucks his fingers off with a hum and a deep look in your eyes…’mmm you always taste so gooddd.’ he said with a smile…You slump against the couch having no more energy from the soul quaking orgasm.

‘how was that baby?’jean said holding you closer to him after cleaning you and the mess you made up.

you softly smile showing your deep dimples that are his favorite to him saying ‘you know i loved it,dont ask dumb questions.’ giggling after making him laugh ass well

‘you right bae’ he said.

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melis-writes · 1 year

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The Other Woman [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] MASTERLIST PLAYLIST.

Read on AO3 / Read on Tumblr. / Masterlist of Chapters.

18+, explicit smut read. All specific warnings available on AO3. Sexy Michael Corleone gifs only available on Tumblr chapter uploads.

Hired by the Corleone family as a governess, you relocate to the Lake Tahoe family compound, looking forward to your future in Nevada until you meet your employer—Michael Corleone. Your future is then ensnared only in lust and forbidden love for Michael since the beginning, and you find yourself yearning for a married man you can never have. Desire and passion clash with one another as Michael takes you to be his mistress—only having an exclusive sexual relationship with you while his sex life with Kay dies out. Knowing from the beginning you’ll never truly be with Michael and that your place in his life is worlds apart from Kay’s as the other woman, the love you have for him consumes you until it threatens to burn out everything you’ve ever had with Michael.

i. the other woman - lana del rey / ii. wake up alone - amy winehouse / iii. in the night - the weeknd / iv. nights in white satin - the moody blues / v. craving (i only want what i can’t have) - t.A.T.u. / vi. speechless - morning parade / vii. mouth of the devil - mother mother / viii. ain’t no other man - christina aguilera / ix. the balcony scene - pierce the veil / x. all i need - within temptation / xi. poison - alice cooper / xii. boyfriend - best coast / xiii. take my breath - the weeknd / xiv. heartless - the weeknd / xv. call out my name - the weeknd / xvi. fuck it i love you - lana del rey / xvii. dark paradise - lana del rey / xviii. starring role - marina / xix. show me love - t.A.T.u. / xx. sad girl - lana del rey

#michael corleone x reader #michael corleone x oc #michael corleone fanfic #godfather au #michael corleone smut #michael corleone x reader smut #the godfather x reader #the other woman fic #the other woman fanfic

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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My Immortal/ 6

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Sex, rough sex, missionary, from behind, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

Series Masterlist

🌟gifs are from google

J POV

I change into a simpler dress after I have washed all the blood from my face

I am still weary about blood and I still do not know if I am a ripper

But I know Seonghwa will be there, guiding and helping me every step of the way

That comforts me

What he told me, about how he changed, inspires me and gives me hope that everything will be alright

I already apologized to Christina, Hongjoong and Wooyoung

They were oddly forgiving, Hongjoong saying that things like that happen sometimes

I am just glad they do not hate me

Leaving the washroom, I make my way back into Seonghwa's room

Looking for him, I find him by the window, looking out of it and I feel the most lust I have ever felt in my life

He is so beautiful, his strong jawline and beautiful cheekbone on display

His strong, tall body full of hard muscle

His pretty hands, long and slender fingers that drive me mad

Everything about him is arousing me and it is so intense

"Everything is heightened jagi"

He was right

"Hi jagi", he turns to me, smiling and that is it

I need him now

I move and the next thing I know, I have him against the wall, my mouth against his

I could get used to this super speed

Grabbing his shirt, I tear it open and off his hard body

"Jagi", he moans

"Want you right now", I growl, pulling his pants down

He smirks, moving and suddenly we are on the bed, his hands tearing at my dress

He moves so quickly, throwing the tattered fabric in the room

His lips crash against mine as he moves on top of me, parting my legs

I gasp in his mouth when his cock pounds inside me, impaling me on his length

His tongue moves against mine as his hips thrust rapidly against me

"Seonghwa! Seonghwa!", I scream, pleasure blasting all over my body

"Mmm jagi, if you think I was rough before you do not know what awaits you"

"Yes Hwa. Be rough. Ruin me", I request, "And I will ruin you"

He smirks, "Yes my princess. You will"

He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head on the bed, both wrists in one of his hands

His cock slides out making me whine from the empty feeling

He snickers, then thrusts in as hard as he can, then moves at lightning speed, fucking me into his bed

"Hwa oh god, yes", I cry, ultimate pleasure slamming into me

My god, everything feels so much better

The drag of his length, the full feeling when he is all in, the immense pleasure when his head hits my spot

The feel of his breath on my skin, his scent invading all my senses, the feel of his hands squeezing my wrist and my body

Sex as a vampire is an amazing thing, everything so heightened

Seonghwa leans down, his mouth around my nipple and he sucks away as his hips slam into me

I moan loudly, my body shaking under him

I can't think, just feel as he completely takes over me, holding me down hard, his cock opening and stretching me around him

I feel my orgasm coming and he does to by the way he sucks harder on my nipple while his free hand travels to my clit, rubbing hard

Pure pleasure hits me as I scream his name, coming all over him

"Yes princess, again. I need it again"

He sits up, his arms going under my legs and pushing them to my chest

Leaning over me, he pistons his cock inside me, his whole length going so deep inside

I cannot help but clench on him with every hit as he moans in my ear

"Yes jagi, keep squeezing me. It feels so good. Fuck. Do not let go. Please. I promise I will fuck you open, just do not let go"

"I will not let you go", I promise, tightening on him as much as I can and holding him

"Oh my fucking god", he whimpers, "You feel so good. Taking me so well, sucking me back inside you. Fuck I never want to leave you"

I do not want him to leave either

He feels so good, his lips kissing my neck, his hips rolling into mine, not missing a thrust

"Do not leave Hwa. I want you inside me. I want to feel you, you feel so good. So stiff. I love it", I tell him

He groans in my neck, fucking me wildly, another orgasm coming

"Yes cum for me", he cries, "Please, cum on my cock. Give me your pretty cream. Cover me jagi"

His words push me over the edge, throwing me head first into a massive orgasm, pleasure blinding me

"Seonghwa!", I scream, throbbing rapidly around him, listening to his moans of pleasure

When it's over, he pulls out of me, flipping me easily over and I immediately go on my hands and knees in an instant, his cock barreling back inside, immediately hitting my spot

His hands grip my hips hard as he pounds into me, impaling me on his length over and over

And all I can do is scream for more

His head steadily rubs against my spot, giving me continuous non stop pleasure

"More Hwa. Do not stop. More"

"I will not stop. Not until you cream my cock again. And even after, I will not stop"

That is exactly what I want

I want him to do whatever he wants to me

I cannot bruise, cannot get hurt like when I was human

He can be as rough as he wants and I want it as well

He is thrusting inside so hard, I am moving up his bed and I hold my hands out to keep from hitting the wall

His hands move along my back, his fingers leaving every part of skin he touches on fire

"Please jagi. I need you to cum. I need to feel you", he whines

"Do not stop", I gasp, closing my eyes, just feeling the ecstasy he is giving me

He is perfect

My perfect Hwa

My perfect vampire

"Please for me", he begs and I let the pleasure wash over me as I scream his name, falling over the edge

"Oh my jagi", he gasps, "I do not...you are...so much.....so wet"

My mind is blank as I ride the bliss, but I do feel how wet my legs are

"So pretty, gushing so much around me", he whimpers

I do not know what is happening but he likes it and it feels amazing

When it is over, I turn around, flip him and slam him on the bed

My turn to hold him down

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Seonghwa POV

She flips me on my back and honestly, I am surprised

Normally she rolls us over so she can ride me

As many times as we have been together she never uses her strength on me

She lets me handle her, tossing her around, holding her down when I know she could easily break free

I am strong but she is stronger

And now that she is a vampire, she's much stronger than me

I am not sure how that works but I really do not care

Gripping my wrists, she moves them over my head, now holding me down as she climbs in my lap, sinking back down on my cock

"Fuck jagi", I moan, pleasure running up my spine

I am nestled inside her pretty pussy, feeling her throb and pulse around me so tightly

Honestly just feeling this can make me cum

It is so pleasurable and the way my body reacts to her always amazes

She moves on me, rocking on my length, my head rubbing her spot

"Oh god", she moans

My gaze moves up her beautiful body, watching the pleasure on her face

Her eyes are closed, her head slightly tilted back, biting her lip, her hand on my stomach

She begins to bounce on me, every move becoming more rough and hard

Her breasts wiggle right in my face as she leans over me and I stare, mesmerized

"Hwa, god, your cock is so good", she moans, turning me on more, "I love being on it. Feels so good inside. Feels so good going in and out of me"

She slams her cunt on me, taking me all in, her pussy drenching me in her juice

I do not know what happened before where her pussy gushed out liquid

That has never happened before

With any woman

All I know is that it was pretty, it drove me crazy and I liked it

And I want to make her do it again

She rides me hard, her hips moving in circles every time she takes me in, moaning so loudly

Her moans mix with mine, letting her do whatever she likes, letting her make herself cum while I enjoy watching

"My jagi is going to cum", I smirk, feeling her spasms faster around me

Faster and harder

"I feel you jagi"

"Mmmm, feels so good. Want to cum on you"

"Yes my princess. Cum all over me. Drench me, soak me, cover me. I want it. I love seeing your mess on me", I urge her

The next time she slides down, I lift my hips, fucking up into her

"Seonghwa!", she cries, moving faster than I thought possible

We move together, me thrusting up meeting her bounce, feeling her throb on me as she pants hard

The next hit to her spot, has her coming, screaming my name and choking the life from my length as she completely soaks me and my lap

The pure pleasure from her orgasm is blinding and I love it

As her orgasms tapers off, I move and she lets go of my wrists

I sit up, my arms around her, holding her against me, my lips against hers, kissing her wildly and continue to thrust up into her

Her arms move around my neck, her hips still moving against me, kissing me just as passionately

Moving my hands from her hips, I slide them up slowly, touching her everywhere, feeling her soft, smooth skin under my palms

I love touching her skin in anyway

Squeezing, gripping, running my fingers on it, feeling her skin against mine when she is laying on me

I especially love when her skin shivers under my touch

That is the best

"Seonghwa", she moans after one particular hard thrust

"Yes my princess. I love you, Joanne"

"I love you Hwa. So much", she answers, her lips against mine in another kiss

I need her kisses

I love them

I never want to be without them

She is mine forever

Her lips move to my neck, kissing all over, whispering in my ear, "Cum inside me Hwa. Please my love, I want it inside, I want to feel it"

I whimper from hearing her, getting closer

"You first jagi. Please. I need to feel yours to cum"

It is completely true

I need her orgasm to cum, hers sets off mine and I would not have it any other way

We keeping going, fucking each other hard and she snaps, screaming my name

Immense pleasure hits me and I let go, slamming inside, holding her on my length as I fill her with cum, yelling her name

"Yes Seonghwa. Oh god yes. So good Hwa"

Her pussy sucks on my cock so fucking well, taking all my cum, prolonging my pleasure

"Joanne. My jagi", I murmur, the pleasure ebbing away

I move us, laying down with her laying on top of me

"Seonghwa, I...that...wow", she says making me chuckle

"That good?", I ask

She nods, "I thought it was amazing before. But now. My god. I am not even tired. Is that what you felt all the time?"

"Yes jagi. Being with you....it is the best I ever felt. Every time. Sex as a vampire is already amazing but with you, it is incredible. I never felt that kind of pleasure before. Only with you"

She lifts her head smiling softly, "I would say the same but you are the only man I was ever with"

I know

She gave herself to me willingly and I took her virginity but only after asking if she was certain over and over and trying to talk her out of it

Telling her I could wait until we were married

She said she could not wait and asked to be with me

I can never say no to her

"But I can say every time with you is amazing and I never want anyone but you"

"I never want anyone but you Joanne. I finally found you after nine hundred years. I am never going to let you go"

"Good. I will never let you go either"

Thank god for that

She cuddles me, her head on my chest, my arms around her

"Jagi", I ask, after a few minutes of silence, my mind running,

"Hmm", she asks

"Would you ah still want to get married?"

"Oh", she says, lifting her head again, smiling at me, "Yes Hwa I would"

Relief fills my bodyn

She still wants to be my wife

I still want that more than anything

"But do vampires even get married?", she asks

I shrug, "I do not know but I do not see why not? No one knows we are vampires. Just normal people wanting to get married"

"That is true", she answers, " Yes, let us get married. You promised me you would marry me and make me your wife"

A huge smile bursts on my face, "I intend to keep that promise jagi"

"I intend to keep my promise to marry you as well", she tells me

I smile at her, elated

"When do you want to marry?", she asks

"Well I was thinking perhaps in a few days? After we leave Denmark?"

Her face falls when I mention leaving Denmark

I understand she does not want to leave but we have to

The longer we stay here the more chances of her being discovered

And that will be the worst thing to happen

"I know you do not want to leave jagi. But we must. For your safety."

"I know Hwa. I am upset about that but I am more upset that I cannot say goodbye to my father and mother"

I understand

I was not able to say goodbye to my family either

And I do not know what my parents were told about my disappearance

All I know is that I woke up in a cave with Myung-Hee telling me we needed to leave Silla immediately

I had no idea what was happening, I was in a daze, I was hungry and I followed her when she told me she would show me how to feed

So I know what she is feeling

"I know jagi. But it is for the best. For everyone. And you will be safe"

She just nods, "Where are we going?"

"I do not know jagi. Where do you want to go?"

Surprise fills her eyes, "You want me to pick?"

I nod, "Yes jagi. I have travelled extensively during my time as a vampire. You have not. I want you to choose a place you have always wanted to see"

I have been all over Europe and Asia, to many counties, cities, towns

I can tell her some places we can go but I rather her tell me and I will take her there

"Venice", she says after a few minutes of thinking, "Have you travelled there before?"

"Yes I have. Two hundred years ago"

"Oh my", she answers, her wide eyes so adorable

"Is that one of the places you have always wanted to go?"

She nods, "Yes. There are diplomats in my father's court who have brought me beautiful venetian masks. And the island of Murano is near by"

"The glass making island", I nod

"I would like to visit that island too", she says

"So we shall. We will leave for Venice tomorrow"

"And what of Hongjoong and Wooyoung? Are they not your friends?"

"Yes. They are but I am not sure if they will want to leave so soon. We must but they do not"

"I...I do not want to take you away from them. You have been travelling with Hongjoong for centuries"

I run my fingers in her hair, holding her hand in my free one, kissing the back of it

"Do you want me to ask them if they will accompany us?"

"Are you alright with that?"

"Yes jagi. However if they do come, they are living in their own house"

She laughs, the sound so musical, "Alright love"

"Alright", I agree, "I will ask them tomorrow"

She nods, laying her head back down, her face snuggling into my neck and pressing a kiss on my skin

"Tired jagi?"

"Mm hmm. Laying here with you is so comfortable and I do not want to get up"

I will agree with that

"Do vampires sleep?"

"Yes jagi. I used to sleep next to you remember?"

"Yes well I did not know if you really slept or were pretending to until I fell asleep"

"No jagi, I slept. Although we do not need as much sleep as humans. Only a few hours a day"

"Can we sleep now?", she whispers

"Yes jagi. We can"

"Good my love. You are so comfortable. Like a Seonghwa pillow"

I chuckle from how adorable she is "I will be your pillow anytime jagi", I assure her, "Close your eyes my love, I have you"

She closes her eyes as I kiss her forehead, holding her tightly as we fall asleep together

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One week later

"Stop that", Hongjoong scolds, slapping my hand off my jacket, "Stop fidgeting. You look fine. She will think you look fine"

I glare at him

I cannot help fidgeting

I am waiting for her at the end of the altar with Hongjoong and Wooyoung

Hongjoong and Wooyoung decided to come with us to Venice

We arrived a few days ago, compelled a few people to secure housing and arranged for our wedding

The priest had to be compelled as he insisted that a few days notice was not enough time to prepare for a wedding

Which is ridiculous

There are only four people attending, he does not have to make such elaborate speeches

I convinced her to be married in the Catholic religion as it is the main religion of Europe and the marriage will be easily recognized everywhere

I do not follow any religion but I do know she was raised Catholic

Whether she believes in the religion or not I do not know as we never discussed it

I do not care what she believes in, if she would like to follow the religion or change religions

Anything is fine with me as long as she loves me

Sober music begins to play on the organ that reminds me more of a funeral than a wedding

I look towards the end of the aisle and just in that moment she walks in, my breath leaving my body

Well it would if I breathed

She smiles brightly towards me as she walks down the aisle

She is stunning and her dress is beautiful

Dark red with lace sleeves and skirt, a gold and red belt around her waist

Her eyes are still a bright yellow as it takes a few months for a new vampire's original eye color to come back

I cannot help the tears that pool in my eyes

I am finally being married, to the woman I chose, the one I love more than this life

I did not think that I would feel so emotional about this

I dreaded being married when I was alive but now that is the only thing I want to be

Married to my princess

When she reaches me, I take her hand, kissing the back of it

"Jagi, you are stunning"

She laughs softly, "So are you Hwa"

I just stand there smiling like an idiot until the priest clears his throat

"We are ready to begin"

I nod, both of us turning to face the priest

I do not hear much of the ceremony as I keep turning to look at her

"Sir are you ready for your vows?", the priest asks

I nod

I have been ready for two years, ever since I laid eyes on her

"Repeat after me", he says and I do

Facing her, I take her hands, holding them tightly

"I, Seonghwa, take you, Joanne, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life"

She smiles so widely, tears pooling in her eyes

"And now you", the priest says to her

She looks right in my eyes, the love in them, love for me, overflowing, making me overjoyed

"I, Joanne, take you, Seonghwa, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life"

The priest goes on, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers

"Please place the ring on her finger"

I take it from the priest and slide it on her finger next to the sapphire ring I gave her a few weeks ago

She smiles widely, looking at her finger, then her eyes move to mine, shining with tears of happiness

"You are now husband and wife"

Words that make me so happy

Moving closer to her, I bend down, pressing my lips softly against hers in our first kiss as husband and wife

I feel her soft lips kiss me back and all I want is to fall into her

But I remember where we are and I refrain from it

We pull away, smiling at each other as if we are the only ones in the room

"Congratulations", the priest says, then hands me our marriage document which I pass to Hongjoong

He will keep it safe until tomorrow

We leave the church, Wooyoung and Hongjoong bidding us farewell, leaving her and I alone

"Come jagi", I say

She takes my arm, smiling as we walk

I have a surprise for her before we go home

Leading her to St. Mark's square, she gasps, looking around

I had the whole square lit and decorated with candles and torches, musicians playing music in the corner of the square

"You did all this Hwa?"

I nod, "Yes. For my beautiful bride. I know we could not have a big wedding with dancing and a ball. But I thought that perhaps just you and me could dance-"

"Yes", she smiles, her yellow eyes shining as she takes my hand, "I want to dance with my husband"

I beam at the word husband

I am her husband

Finally I am

And she is my wife

I lead her to middle of the square, then take her hand in mine and move my other to her waist

Her free hand moves to my shoulder and we begin to move around the square

"I love you Hwa. I am so happy we are together and finally married"

"I am so happy as well jagi. I love you so much. You are mine. Forever"

She smiles so widely, "Forever. We can really be together forever Hwa"

I nod, smiling back

Yes we can

We are immortal and we do have forever

And what better way to start forever than dancing with the love of my life, my wife under the Venetian stars

@mingtina

@umbralhelwolf

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@fairygirl18

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My Own Style Analysis: Ben’s Dream

This was originally posted on Reddit.

*Warning: The following picture may be NSFW, you have been warned*

“I am Fire and Air” Cleopatra, as imagined by Willy Shakespeare

Ever since I saw this scene, I have been thinking about any possible references that were made here. This is by no mean's an organized think piece and I feel pretty okay about this, I was shocked to see the overt sexuality in this scene (and hoped no one was coerced into performing) but I always felt that Maitreyi had the talent and looks to play a 21st Century twist on the classic Film Noir Femme Fatale and felt vindicated here. In fact my mind went to different places which shall be covered here.

Lighting: First thing we notice is the purple lighting used in the scene, both to set the tone for Ben's lust and love for Devi and to enhance both Maitreyi's and Jaren's physical appeal. In fact, aside from being a color that stands for status and heroism, purple is one of Dr. David Rosenau's color-coded pyramid of intimacy (which also incorporates colors which were so darn persistent in the show and used in the final scene of the series); purple symbolizes touch and passion, the former that Ben was yearning from Devi at that moment and the passion that they mutually held for each other in a way that matches the damned wildfires in our Golden State and in their academic competition. It is also noted that the both of them hated it when Ben wasn't talking to Devi, in a scene where they were both in outfits picking up on each other's greens (bonding intimacy) after he rescued her from getting groped by a Fabio reject and when she showed up high at her house and ruined an apple shaped cake. The dark purplish lighting also helps to accentuate Maitreyi's dark skin and the metallics on her lingerie and makeup which add to another part of her fantasy mystique.

Madame X: In the late 19th Century, John Singer Sargent painted a very scandalous portrait of a red-haired socialite named Virginie Gautreau, an American ex-pat and wife of a respectable French banker. This was a woman with a sense of confidence who knew she was beautiful and owned her sexuality, both no-no's in the 20th Century Western World (actually given how society loves to humble a woman with high self-esteem or bravado, have things changed?) and in a time when women were expected to cover themselves up with layers of fabric and decor, she was wearing a simple curve-hugging dress in black that contrast with her very fair skin with metallic straps and instead of looking demure, she looked proud, this scandalized Parisian society and practically ruined Sargent's career and Gautreau's reputation, it wasn't until later that this flop became iconic, inspiring Rita Hayworth's dress in Gilda, the gold-chain Chanel dress, the allure that later LBDs now possess, and dresses worn by Christina Hendricks in Mad Men Season 4 episode "Waldorf Stories" and Post heiress/Mr. Sheffield's cold ass mom Dina Merrill and even Maitreyi herself in real life.

Makeup: Complementing the metallics of the lingerie are Devi's makeup, which is inspired by the very contemporary Euphoria and I argue, the intro to the 1980s James Bond film A View to a Kill with the models in bathed in a dark light to better accentuate the neon colored makeup, nail polish, hair, and weapons that would glow in the dark. Another thing to note is that while Devi's lip gloss enhances the natural pink in them, her eye makeup and manicure are bolder and match her nose ring; this is likely a call back to how the 2020 COVID-19 Pandemic impacted makeup trends in sales, with lipstick taking a dip along with economics (a reversal of a trend that was first noted in the Great Depression) while eye makeup sales soared as people found ways to experiment with different colors and designs while keeping safe with masks. Her look is likely even a shout out to Alexa Demie's Euphoria character Maddy Perez, who like Devi and Maitreyi, is a young WOC and Hollywood newcomer flawlessly portraying a complex, flawed, and charismatic young woman who isn't afraid to go ham. The big thing is that Ben is (thankfully) not Nate Jacobs: both being privileged white boys who've internalized the Patriarchy, but while Ben is obnoxious and hiding his vulnerability and abandonment issues with bravado and only achieved some semblance of popularity through is background and connection to others in the Hot Pocket, Nate however has his toxic traits enabled or even encouraged by his parents and is positively horrifying in his treatment of Jules and Maddy and is the BMOC. But rest assured no one is getting almost strangled after tossing a pot of chili after being slut-shamed.

Flame: Sex has always been symbolized by elements (old films used beaches and other forms of water to imply acts of sex and passion) and fire was used as a metaphor for sexual desire in songs like "Hot Blooded" and "Somethings Burning"; flame is also used to illustrate a fiery temperament, Ben is well aware Devi is a hothead like her father's hero John McEnroe (the fact that the elder white Boomer male and a teenage South Asian girl are validated for their short fuse is amazing) and contrasts with his doting yet cool parents and she also often dresses in warm colors that highlight her looks and her personality. In fact many iconic female characters have been depicted with fiery tempers or strong personalities (think Joan Holloway, any character played by Joan Crawford and Bette Davis and Maureen O'Hara, Trudy Proud, Betty and Veronica). This not only played to male audiences but also to female ones in more misogynistic times....

Femme Fatales: As an interviewee in Jackie Stacey's Star Gazing noted "I liked seeing strong, capable, and independent types of female characters, mostly because I wish to be like them" and she, along with many female spectators of films in the 40s and 50s, are in awe of femme fatale's and the career women of the era's films own confidence, intelligence, beauty, and wardrobe. In fact the Femme Fatale comes from a long tradition of men using women as scapegoats for shit hitting the fan and society fearing what would happen if women started to own their intelligence and sexuality (yeah why wouldn't a group that's been long subjugated, abused, and exploited burn down the village?); Devi is no stranger to the feminine being pathologized (blamed for Paxton's accident in Season 2, her grief and temporary disability was mocked, been gaslit by Des...yeah no wonder I channel Lucille Bluth when Devi "damages" something), but wait Toongrrl1990 what about her Unfuckable Nerds moniker? One of the forms of gaslighting patriarchal society has done to women is to liken their worth to their appearance and even when they are pretty, is to gaslight them into thinking they aren't enough: think of how much money the diet industry has made post World War One to now, think of male authors finding ways to insist a woman is "pretty but not beautiful" or say "a model she was far from" or even look at what P.J. O'Rourke says about Bimbos. I grew up in the era where Bridget Jones was considered fat at a size 6 and where people said Bill Clinton (who looked like a basic Boomer Dad to me as a kiddo) could have had "hotter" women (even the one that was a pageant winner wasn't enough or even the freakishly gorgeous and Dorian Gray-esque Monica Lewinsky wasn't enough), in fact go read about Golden Era Hollywood stars and you can see many of the iconic beauties were labeled some form of "unfuckable" (Sophia Loren, Bette Davis, Maureen O'Hara, Grace Kelly, Judy Garland, Meryl Streep). Bosley Croeger, a critic, even critiques Rita Hayworth in Gilda as five and a dime in playing her worldly and street-wise characters.

Devi even lives up to the iconic image of the Femme Fatale's aesthetic: having long wavy hair that bounces and matches her lively nature, her shapely legs that get plenty of focus in Devi's costumes, her quotable "snatched waist, slim thicc queen" figure, quick wit and intellect, and inclination to take risks. As with Madame X, Devi deviates in a major way from the image of the FF, as she is South Asian while the other two female archetypes have been traditionally depicted by white and white-passing women. Devi's image in the scene is a double-edged sword: is it empowering to South Asian girls and WOC and AFABs or is it exploitative as Maitreyi is a young adult and WOC have been historically sexualized? Can girl just express her sexuality because she is feeling herself?

The Femme Fatale is also depicted as being manipulative and intelligent, enough to lead some poor shlubs to their ruin; this is called back to Devi saying "I am so much better at school than you" in the dream and managing to take Ben's shirt off without him noticing her doing so. But as discussed in u/Professionalish00 brilliant post, Devi is a Hot Mess and this new archetype is somewhat of a victory and evolution from the Femme Fatale, who sighs with relief that complex and sexual women aren't pathologized like she was. Now we can see her own vulnerabilities and see she's just a woman, trying to survive.

Elizabeth Taylor: To quote Tom and Lorenzo, the late cinematic icon and AIDs activist Liz Taylor was a strong woman who had a rich yet messy life, "but she was never the victim that Marilyn [Monroe] was. She took charge of her life and owned her mistakes, but never stopped pursuing the perfect love, demonstrating a sexual aggression that few women of the period would have been comfortable showing". Also as noted by M.E. Lord in The Accidental Feminist, Elizabeth Taylor was a funny gal with a great appetite for living and like Devi, was something of a man eater (Debbie Reynolds noted that Liz stayed friends with many of her exes) and the opposite of a doormat (except in the film Ash Wednesday and Season 2 after Paxton's accident, which was the point). Like Liz's character Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Devi possesses an aggression that is still looked down on in women but otherwise tolerated in men (see my notes on McEnroe), encourages Paxton and Kamala to buck the system a la Leslie Benedict in Giant, dealt with having her physical and mental health used as a cudgel against her like Cathy in Suddenly, Last Summer (minus the threat of a big ass ice pick), I would even argue that Liz playing Gloria in Butterfield 8 struck a blow for young women expressing their sexuality (I also love the image in my head of Gloria teaching Devi how to better utilize her hot headedness, especially with lipstick and stilettos) and Devi deep down encourages the best for her loved ones, a passion I saw with Liz Taylor's activism.

Put the blame on Devi...oops Mame: Alas the night ended with Ben showing up high as a kite at Devi's house, driven by his love and lust for Devi, only to ruin her grandmother's cake and implode Devi and Margot (another complex and charismatic woman) efforts to get their parents together. A misogynist would blame Devi for it, in case you think I am off my rocker, watch Shiny, Happy People on Prime or Fundie Fridays on the Duggars and IBLP, remember what Helen of Troy was blamed for or listen to several episodes of You're Wrong About. I would have liked to see Ben really apologize for the UN and all the other shit, but perhaps getting locked listening to Paris Paloma's "Labour" would help (ooof my cramps right now, dang medical science for not finding a way to diagnose menstrual pain without surgery).

So please read this and give me your thoughts, or I'll cry lol.

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thetristoneera · 2 months

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Tweet is a nation ran by the House of Keys, they were appointed as the holy blood family of the nation in year 2600. Given it's grace by the Legend, Vitamin Creation. It's the nation of wings, it can be seen across their flags & sigils. Architecture, style, culture of silver. They dealt with the biggest disaster of them all, the Tyrannical Spirit directly. To the point, he's the father of Touwon. To friend, to lust, to love, to protect; such a heinous man is something the queen had to get over quickly. No telling how detrimental it is to go through that process & live to see another day. Versus being a queen who fell for such deceit...who now needs to rule after such deceit. No matter her being a phoenix wielder, there is no true way to rise from the ashes after being played by this world's biggest bane of existence. Moving on to the war lords...

Tweet / Life Phoenix / Scimitar

Touwon / Life Phoenix / Scimitar

Ouchworth / Heaven's Dove / Double Sword

Ninjyette / the Golden Dragon / Twin Katanas

Hollywood Hartz / Metism (Gundam) Ray / Nodachi

the Sauce / Culinary / Spear

Alzona / X / Whipping Sword

Jaokianga / Explosion Panda / Arm Cannon

Painsborough / Vegetation Eagle / Arm Cannon

Rikki Mason / Metism (Dragon) Ray / Twin Claws

PS / Tweet Nation was one of the original five nations made for this story. Tweet, Christina Christian, a black Victoria's Secret model, Lucy Lui & somebody else inspired a lot of characters for this group. As well as somebody I met in Basic Training of the Army. It was only right that I kept it as the staple of life for this story; which is why a lot of the characters have transformative super powers. But ever since I copt Tweet's 'Southern Hummingbird' album; it was a sweet ole countdown before she was immortalized in the Tri Stone Era.

#Story 14 #Dream of Making #Tweet #Charlene Keys #War Lords #Dynasty Warriors

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ivanreycristo · 10 months

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..así q RESUMIENDO hemos entrado en el q debe ser el VERANO FATAL [=cd de NACHO VEGAS y CHRISTINA ROSENVINGE q se lo vi presentar en el LUNARIO de MEXICO DF junto al cd EL MANIFIESTO DESASTRE de VEGAS q me firmó Mi cartera AL REVES de ABBEY ROAD q incluye SUN KING , HERE COMES THE SUN y la oculta HER MAJESTY el 20_9_09 o 2 dias despues de ver en TLAXCALA y x 3era vez en MEXICO la gira HELL_VILLE de BUNBURY=1er grupo APOCALIPSIS y 13 días antes de ver en LAS VEGAS a KYLIE MINOGUE y al acabar en el mismo HOTEL_CASINO The PALMS al gemelo de BROS MAttGOss autores de cd THE TIME q incluye SISTER dedicada a su hermana muerta..Publicando luego ROSENVINGE el cd LA JOVEN DOLORES y la cual se separo del padre de sus hijas RAY LORIGA tras dirigir TERESA, EL CUERPO DEL CRISTO y al cual fotografie en plaza de SANTA BARBARA en MADRID hace 1 mes de CAMINO a ver a ÑU autores de los directos AQUI NO HAY NINGUN LOCO e IMPERIO DE PALETOS..presentando YO SIGO VIVO tras su ultimo cd Y NADIE ESCAPO DE LA EVOLUCION siendo el siguiente concierto a GUADALUPE=Virgen PLATA=Dinero q presentaba THE DEVIL CAN'T DO YOU HARM]..siendo mi último concierto en Sala Riviera [o a orillas del MANZANA+eRES] ver a THE CULT [autores del cd SONIC TEMPLE q incluye SUN KING] q presentaba UNDER THE MIDNIGHT SUN tras venir de VITORIA o el AZKENA ROCK donde cayó una FUERTE TORMENTA q me hizo comprar un PARAGUAS de CAMUFLAJE a un CHINO con CAMISETA con APOCALYPSE [x cuadruplicado] sonando la ALARMA DEL PARAGUAS al salir de la Tienda en la CALLE SIERVAS de JESUS y tras VISITAR LA CATEDRAL DE SANTA MARIA [q sale en la NOVELA los PILARES DE LA TIERRA de KEN FOLLE_TT por lo q tiene una ESTATUA] y q hizo RECOLOCAR el concierto de CHERIE CURIE de THE RUNAWAYS con NAT SIMONS [=Multimillonario judio] criada en mi barrio ALAMEDA y cuyo ultimo cd FELINA está basado en la PELICULA "CAT PEOPLE" de SIMONE SIMON y en el capítulo FINALE [=su último single] de BREAKING BAD y q incluye MACABRO PLAN y EXTRAÑA RELIGION viéndolas en el ESCENARIO "LOVE" entre el PRINCIPIO Y FINAL en ESCENARIO "GOD" de IGGY POP q debuto en solitario con con THE IDIOT, LUST FOR LIFE, NEW VALUES Y SOL_DIER siendo autor también del cd AMERICAN CAESAR y rodando en 1995 en ESPAÑA la película futurista o de 2048 " ATOLLADERO"..Cerrando este círculo SOLAR con que el fin de semana anterior vi en Sala EL SOL [junto al restaurante mexicano LA VENGANZA DE MALINCHE] a MALDITERIA y LOS SEX [dándome ambos la pua=nueva novela con la q me fotografie en el CARREFOUR=ENCRUCIJADA..de Las ROSAS entre estar en la Sala EL SOL y en VITORIA=marca de bici junto a la q aparque la mía o mi MERIDA=ciudad Mexicana y española=hija de CANDELA SERRAT y DANIEL MURIEL con el q me bañe rodeado en julio 2009 de MISSES del concurso de MISS ESPAÑA'09 en el HOTEL_RESORT OASIS de CANCUN tras la gala en centro de CONVENCIONES "KUKALKAN"=SERPIENTE EMPLUMADA..donde me cole viniendo de EL SALVADOR y fotografiandome al día siguiente con una SERPIENTE BLANCA frente al HARD ROCK CAFE llevando gorra con PEACE y camiseta de BOB MARLEY cuya última canción de un cd de estudio como fue UPRISING es REDEMPTION SONG]

..y sin olvidar q día antes de ver a THE CULT [a los q vi 4 años antes en VITORIA x el 30 aniversario del cd SONIC TEMPLE] pase x el TEMPLO DE JESUCRISTO Y LOS SANTOS DE LOS ULTIMOS DIAS donde recién inagurado en 1999 acabe mi 1era Carrera popular junto a juanmanuel REY Liebana y donde batio el record mas antiguo de España o de 400 mts Bruno HORTELANO en junio 2018 tras un grave ACCIDENTE aunque la carrera la ganó el dominicano SANTOS

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furious-rogue-stuff · 2 years

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Heat Chapter 26: Art

Well, the chapter I think we’ve all been looking forward to is here! The art show, Sasha, and some drama.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida

Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Word Count: 19,000+

Summary: The special occasion you've been looking forward to finally arrives, but when you and Javi confront some tense moments, will a surprise revelation tip things between you off-kilter?

Warnings: Javier Peña being infuriatingly sexy, graphic depictions of oral (m+f receiving) and unprotected sex. Mentions of menstrual cycles, period sex, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, angst, jealousy, relationship tension, and toxic habits. Some Dom!Javi, Jealousy!Javi, and Possessive!Javi. In the vein of Narcos being a bilingual show, and Javier Peña being fluent, I felt it was apropos to include Spanglish and Spanish throughout.

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Chapter 26: Art

The distant sound is what stirs you from your heavy slumber, one you're unconsciously not wanting to be pulled from, so you grumpily roll over and reach to spoon Javier, but come up empty. His side of the bed is cool, and that jolts you awake to blearily shift up and glance at the alarm clock. The red letters read a quarter to 8am, so you frown and roll onto your back so you can strain your hearing. The distant sound becomes more identifiable as a hushed, one-sided conversation, so you sit up and grab your robe, slipping it on over your nude form as you wince at the protesting muscles working overtime as you stand and tiptoe to the slightly ajar bedroom door.

"—Don't care what they say, just get me an assessment on the driver. No, probably not, but considering we have fuck-all for leads, I'd like to leave no stone unturned. No – I'll call them and get the story direct," you hear Javier gruffly sniping on his satellite phone as he paces the width of his living room, shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants. "I'll be at the office soon. Just be sure to have the assessment ready."

When he hangs up and swears under his breath before chucking the phone impatiently into the couch, you open the bedroom door and watch him round the coffee table moodily before you clear your throat. "How're you already awake and gruñendo?" you playfully tut as he turns and sees you strut into the hall now with your arms crossed over your fluffy-robed chest.

His stubborn bed-hair is curled wildly about as he absently rakes a hand through it and grumbles, "Well, someone whipped me in the face with their hair, so I woke up and figured I'd check in with Stoddard."

Frowning, you march over to him and stare at him through your long lashes. "Want me to chop my hair off? I'll do it," you quip and loop your arms around his waist.

"Don't you dare," he growls ruggedly and reverently combs his hands through your silky tresses before tilting your face up to meet his kiss. You hum amusedly and yelp when he suddenly yanks you over to sit on his lap when he drops down onto the sofa. "I love this thick mane, guapita," he purrs as he kisses a path to the back of your nape while he brushes your hair to be swept into his palm.

"Hmm…so you're going to the embassy?" you murmur, leaning into him as he keeps brushing his lips along the slope of your neck.

"Yeah. I can't leave the country for a fucking day. All hell broke loose last night in Cali, plus Christina Jurado getting kidnapped…" he huffs and leans back, reminded of something he'd intended to mention. "I, uh, took your advice," Javi muses, gaze softening as you straddle him and start finger combing his hair for him.

"Oh? About Christina Jurado?" you remark offhandedly.

"Yeah. I approached her—"

"At a bar."

He pauses, staring bemusedly at you as you smile good-naturedly. "So, I have something to tell you, but you can't get mad—"

"I fucking hate when you start off with that," Javier grouses tersely as he scratches at his stubble-covered cheek. "Alright, I promise," he tells you in a forced rumble.

You purse your plush lips at him, so he sits up straighter and gives you his undivided, dark chocolate-eyed attention. "You know what? Never mind," you suddenly dismiss and go to get off his lap.

Groaning sulkily, Javi yanks you back down. "Just tell me," he bites out crankily.

"No, you have enough shit to deal with, and the last thing I should do is bring up something that's going to piss you off, so forget I mentioned it," you snap right back and tap at his forearms to be withdrawn from keeping you pinned to his lap.

He's aggravated, but he stretches his arms along the back of the couch so you can shimmy off his lap and go to the fridge for a glass of water. "Well, I'm going to be gone for only a few hours, hopefully," he mutters as he bounds up and heads for the bathroom.

"Hey," you call out to him, so he backpedals and glances over at you. Stepping aside, you hold open the fridge door to show him the tray of lasagna you have wrapped snug in tinfoil on the bottom shelf. "Lasagna for dinner?" you lilt and bat your lashes innocently at him.

Javi can't help crack a smile at that. "Yeah, that sounds great," he rumbles and takes a few long strides towards you, shutting the fridge and backing you into it so he can steal a hungry kiss before grabbing your ass and husking provocatively, "And for dessert, you're gonna get a moustache ride tonight—"

"Javier!" you squeak and swat at him as he cheekily nuzzles his stubbly features into your neck while he gives your waist a saucy squeeze. "Fucking fresco," you giggle when he leaves a purposely-sloppy kiss on your cheek and struts off with a smug smirk.

"You love it, malcriada," he offers cockily over his shoulder and enters the bathroom, shutting the door after himself.

Wrinkling your nose, you grunt, because you most certainly do love your fresh, shameless stud, and it grinds your gears how smugly he knows it. Pouring yourself a drink of water you chug greedily, you squint deviously as you hear the shower kick on.

Javier is in the middle of scrubbing the suds out of his hair when he hears you sneak into the bathroom, and the sensual thrill tickles down into his apex when he feels you step into the shower stall with him has his pulse buzzing.

You were just about to trail your hands teasingly down his broad, muscled back when you notice the bruise on the back of his right thigh. At your fretting gasp, he scrubs the soap out of his eyes. "What?"

"What's this from?" you ask and gently brush your touch over the tennis ball-sized bruise.

He doesn't betray a hint of discomfort and glances over his shoulder before pivoting his hips to get a glimpse at the spot. With a dismissive grunt, he retorts, "From the chase yesterday. I must've gotten it when I dropped down to the street from the balcony—"

"¿Qué?" you balk, incredulous. "You jumped off a freaking balcony?!"

"Dropped down from a balcony," he corrects, as if there's a distinction. "The fucker gave us the slip when he ran up into a second-story apartment, so I just swung over the banister and lowered myself down, but when I dropped onto the sidewalk, I landed wrong." You make a displeased sound and start checking him over for other bruises, earning his wry chuckle. "I'm fine, querida."

Pressing against his warm, wet back, you plant a kiss between his shoulder blades. "You gotta get more field agents to do all this knock around shit instead," you remark, peeved that he's still personally running after fucking suspects and flirting up contacts when he's the head of his department. "You're running the agency down here now, so I don't get why you're going 21 Jump Street out there still—"

"Because I don't trust anyone else to do it," he cuts in and turns in your arms to maneuver you to be in front of the showerhead. He notices that you have some finger-sized bruises on your hips, and that conflicting flicker of hesitant feral pride settles behind his sternum.

Stubbornly, you turn back around to face him, and with your hair pulled up into a bun, the cascade runs down your bare back and shoulders while you size him up imperiously. Javier's distracted by an idle thought of how amazing you looked getting railed by him in the mirror last night, so with a grunt, you narrow your eyes at him and drawl, "What about your guys in Cali?"

"They're in Cali," he grouses, and when he senses that doesn't appease you, he plants a kiss to your cheek and exits the shower. "And from what Stoddard told me, they had their hands full with the attempted hit on Miguel Rodríguez at a nightclub last night. Fucking place got annihilated with bullets," he tells you as he dries off and wraps the towel around his waist before going to the sink to brush his teeth.

Frowning, you start to go through the motions of bathing, lathering up your soap and scrubbing yourself clean while you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. When he starts applying his shaving cream to his face, you ask, "Can't you at least get agents to accompany you on these operations? Like you did when you captured Gilberto Rodríguez?"

Javi pauses the razor at his cheek and glances over at you. You look lovely – all soapy and wet while in your nude glory in his shower, so it takes him a second to collect his thoughts and answer, "It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out thing. Regardless, I can handle chasing a money launderer without needing to be shadowed by some junior agents."

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you turn back to the water cascade. "I know that…I just don't see why you have to be the one out there executing the operation—"

"Please don't tell me how to do my job."

The curt remark gives you pause, and you take a moment to count to ten before letting impulse take over. So, instead of haranguing him haughtily, you work on choosing your next words wisely.

Javier's brooding and hurriedly trying to finish shaving before you unleash on him, so when you don't say anything immediately, he feels like a fucking asshole all over again.

"I just worry about you all the time and it scares me that you're going after these people with no real support."

Blinking over at you, Javi watches you turn your face away, hiding your conflicted expression from him as you idly rinse off under the warm water.

You're a complete fucking asshole, Javi internally admonishes before offering tensely, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you—"

"I would never tell you how to do your job," you suddenly state as you turn the shower off and reach for the towel hung up on the rack in order to dry yourself while still inside the stall as you add, "But, I'm really trying here. I support everything you do, but I can't pretend it doesn't make me uneasy knowing you're out in the field like that…"

He internally swears at how fucking callous he was. He's unable to hold your gaze, so he finishes shaving and collects his thoughts. It isn't fair of him to expect you to be a blind participant, but he has nothing reassuring to tell you that will quell your concerns long term. Splashing water onto his features and glaring at his toothbrush holder, Javi measures out his response before turning to face you again.

"It's not like before," he begins, and when you wrap the towel almost protectively around yourself, he helps lead you out of the shower so he can tow you to the bedroom before he sits you down on the corner of the bed. "When I was in Medellín, I didn't care about anything but results. We'd go in on ops ready to do fucking anything…crossed the line with little regard if we got hurt. It's not like that anymore."

You want to call him out – tell him that's not true and that just because he had no partner to back him up on the reckless pursuit, didn't mean he wasn't still putting himself in harm's way. But his eyes are insistent, expression etched in resoluteness as he leans down and kisses your lips. So, you bottle it up, swallow all the worry down and just sigh and lean back onto your elbows to musingly gaze at him.

"Just make sure you come home to me in one piece every time, agente," you murmur, teasingly trailing your foot up his towel-clad thigh to trace his hipbone.

His eyes smolder at that as he takes your foot and bracelets your ankle with a hum. "I will, directora," he purrs and skims his thumb along a tendon in your foot, one he knows tickles, and grins when a giggled protest bubbles up from you. Leaning over to nuzzle you, he mutters, "I gotta go, but I'll be home for dinner. I promise."

With a doting peck, he goes to quickly get dressed. Javier notices the outfit you've hung for him and smirks, glancing fondly over his shoulder at you as you're closing your fluffy robe and tying the sash while you slip into your slippers. By the time he's fully dressed, Javi's pocketing his satellite phone in his jacket and going over to grab his keys, on his way to the door when you slink up behind him to hug him goodbye. "Lasagna's going in the oven at 5pm."

He smiles, spinning you around so he can squeeze you affectionately and give you a teasing kiss on the lips. "I'll definitely be home before then, hermosa," he assures before tapping your ass and smirking when you huff and hold the door open for him. "Pórtate bien."

"Look who's talking," you drawl and raise a sarcastic brow, but your lips are smirking at him as he struts out in his dark blue jeans, cream-colored button shirt, and brown leather jacket. Once he's in the elevator, you blow him a silly kiss, and he shakes his head amusedly and winks at you just as the doors close.

With a drawn out sigh, you close the door and go to get dressed. You'd much prefer to run a bath and have a nice, long soak, but Javier's bathroom didn't have a tub. Strike one of many for this flat, you think to yourself as you pull on a soft black cotton blouse with a purple filigree pattern and a buttery, well-worn pair of light-wash jeans. Turning the TV on, you let it play in the background as you undress the bed and put the linen in the wash before tidying up things in the bathroom. You busy yourself with some light cleaning, and when you take a break to sit on the couch, you end up conking out for a mid-morning nap.

You're stirred awake by the afternoon news, which is recapping the violent chaos in a Cali nightclub during the height of the city's salsa festival. Pulling the throw up around you as you shift to lounge against the armrest, you listen to the harrowing accounts. Said accounts speak to a random act of violence, while the account Javi's getting from Feistl on the phone speaks to anything but.

"—Our informant said it was Norte Del Valle trying to take out Miguel Rodríguez. They were adamant it was them, from the looks of the guys, their firepower," he pauses, as if Van Ness is telling him something. "And yeah, CNP ID'd some of the shooters. Confirmed they're known sicarios from that outfit."

"Tell me again just how in the hell you two were on scene when the shootout started?" Javier crossly drawls, sitting at the edge of his desk and nursing his cigarette while Stoddard is at his phone talking to his CNP contact about the Christina Jurado disappearance.

"So…we weren't sure our informant was totally on the level, and figured we'd go survey the event ourselves," Feistl remarks, and Javi rolls his eyes. "They'd insisted that it would've been the perfect shot at arresting Rodríguez, but with little to go on, we knew we couldn't take that to anyone here…"

Pressing the heel of his hand into his temple impatiently, Javi deadpans, "Great. Anything else?"

"Actually, yes. We pressured them to give us Miguel Rodríguez's current location, and…we got it," Feistl tells him hesitantly.

"Way to bury the fucking lead," Javier snipes as he stubs his cigarette out and adjusts the phone from being propped to his ear by his shoulder into his hand instead. "Well? Where the fuck is he at?"

"…That's the thing, boss. We want to take a couple of days to vet it before we bring it to you for approval. Our informant's real skittish about too many people knowing we're talking to 'em," the intrepid agent tells him, and Javier can't help respect it, even if it annoys the piss out of him. "We'll brief you once we're sure."

"Fine. Just, watch your asses out there, Feistl. You can never be too sure about a C.I.," he warns before hanging up.

"Boss?" Javier looks up and sees Stoddard hovering in the door, so he nods for him to come in. "It looks like the female driver was collateral damage. Her jacket was clean, and while she had a small amount of cocaine in her purse, it doesn't seem like she was anything more than a hairdresser," he tells Javier.

Javier rubs at his temples and exhales. "She was probably driving Christina as a favor," he huffs. "Dammit…"

"Cali most likely put her in a safe house?" his deputy questions out loud.

"…I'm not sure. They'd want to keep Franklin from cooperating, so killing his wife could trigger the opposite outcome, but I just don't know," Javier mutters before pushing off his desk and going to grab his leather jacket from the back of his chair. "Without any leads, there's not much we can do," he grumbles as he shrugs the jacket on.

"Well, there was a wire that came in this morning about some kind of shootout at a upscale ranch in Mexico late last night. Authorities think one of the Cali godfather's was the target, but nothing concrete yet," Stoddard mentions, and Javier betrays a dry grunt of intrigue. "Could mean their competition is making a play?"

"Like you said, nothing concrete yet. We'll just have to see," Javi muses as he gives his deputy a cool look. "Call me if anything new comes over the wires," is his offhand request as he breezes by the man and makes his exit.

Does he feel bad that his deputy has to keep the Sunday vigil in the office? Fuck no. Javier had spent plenty a-weekend shift on-call, and if he's the boss now, he gets to duck out and go home.

Go home to you.

When he walks into the apartment, he's surprised to find you already in the kitchen.

"Hey!" you call out and smile over your shoulder at him as you wash the romaine lettuce leaves in the sink. "Great timing. I need your help opening that bottle for me."

Warmed by the effortlessly welcoming, domesticity of finding you at home in his abode, Javi sheds his jacket, tosses it onto the leather chair in the living room, and leaves his satellite phone on the counter as he strides over to the kitchen and catalogues the fresh produce and still-warm baguette-style loaf of bread sitting on the counter next to the wine bottle you gestured to. "You went shopping?" he asks as he hitches up behind you and kisses your waiting lips.

"Yep. I'm not a wine person, but Ellis opened up a Chianti Classico to pair with the lasagna yesterday, and it was so good," you tell him as you shake the excess water from the romaine and place them on the cutting board. "I called and asked him where he got it, so I went to pick up a bottle. There was a market next door, so I picked up a few accompaniments."

He hums as he inspects the bottle, leaning his hip into the kitchen counter. "Trying to wine and dine me, are we?" he can't help tease, smirking when you amusedly shake your head at him and dry your hands. "You didn't have to go through the trouble—"

"What trouble? It's salad, garlic bread, and wine, chulito," you chuckle as you slink up against him and let him slip his free hand into the back pocket of your jeans. "But I'm not an expert at successfully uncorking wine bottles, so I need to trouble you with that," is your light-hearted petition.

Javi grunts wryly and pecks you on the lips before shifting to start searching for a corkscrew. "Oh, I'm so put out," he sarcastically deadpans as he sorts through a drawer, adding tauntingly, "You're lucky I'm such an easy date—"

"So I've been told," you razz, and he irreverently turns to encircle your waist and haul you against him when you'd started shuffling away. You giggle when he nuzzles your neck from behind before nudging his temple into the side of your head in an affectionate-but-dominant gesture.

Relenting only when you bump your hip against him and purse your lips at him to get to work, Javi lets you strut back to the cutting board. While he works at opening the bottle, you chop up a nice light salad and work on whipping up a vinaigrette for it before crushing the fresh garlic for the spread you'll slather on the pieces of bread. Once the garlic bread has toasted nicely in the oven, you pull it out and place the lasagna in.

You let him snack on a piece once you've made sure they've rested enough not to burn the roof of his mouth.

"Fuck…Murphy would be so jealous of me right now," Javier chuckles as he licks his fingers while you snicker and wipe the kitchen counter. "He declared your lasagna as the best he's ever had in his life."

You chuckle, smiling as you dust your hands off before brushing your stray wisps of hair behind your ears. "How is he?" you inquire affably as you lope back to him and pick up your wine glass to have a sip.

"Good. He's completed the transition into whipped husband and father," Javi jokes as he encircles your waist and holds you against him while he sits on the stool and steals your glass so he can have a taste.

"Que malo eres," you playfully tut, grinning when you scurry to sit on his lap so you can affectionately pick a crumb from the corner of his moustache and pop into your mouth. "What am I gonna do with you," is your amused lilt, eyes crinkling with mirth when he wrinkles his nose at you.

"So many things," he purrs and sets the glass aside on the counter so he can properly loop his arms around you and nose the wisps of hair next to your ear. "How long 'til the lasagna's ready?" Javi asks in a murmur.

"…Maybe 20 minutes?" you answer breathily when he starts kissing down your neck.

"Wanna fool around on the couch?" he huskily proposes, soulful eyes heavy-lidded as he brushes his nose against yours.

You smile and nod, so he easily sweeps you up and takes you to the sofa. It's ridiculous, but you end up making out like teenagers on the cozy couch, and you relish how hot and bothered he gets when you carve your hips around his and suckle into that spot under his jaw. He seems to really enjoy rubbing up against each other in your jeans, and you are tingling in your core from how he clutches your thigh to pull your crotch flush against his to grind into you. Dimly, you add his cozy long couch as a plus of his apartment, seeing as he's able to stretch his broad frame out comfortably on it while you tease and edge each other. You especially like it that he can arch easily to allow for you to slip your hand down the waistband of his jeans to palm his filled out length over his underwear.

"S-Shit," he gasps, arching his head back to groan, "You're being bad, teasing me."

"Doesn't sound like anything bad to me," you purr and suckle on his bottom lip before grazing your teeth over the plump morsel. His cock twitches against your palm, making you smile.

He growls and starts trying to unfasten your jeans when you yank his hand away and tilt it so you can look at the watch fastened on his wrist. "Timeout. Gotta check on dinner," you murmur before kissing his lips and ambling nimbly off the couch to skip to the kitchen.

"Christ," he swears under his breath, worked up and antsy now to have you.

"It's ready! Just need to sit and rest for a bit," you tell him over your shoulder as you pull the lasagna tray out of the oven with the mittens and place it on the stovetop. You hear Javi muttering in a surly snit as he gets up from the couch to go splash some cold water on his face. Grinning, you innocently busy yourself in the kitchen, knowing if you say anything now he's going to toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed so he can have his way with you.

Javi's debating doing just that as he shuts the sink faucet and dries his face with the fresh towel you set out. Glancing around the bathroom, he notices you tidied up, replenished the towels on the shelf and rack, and stored the ceramic holder he'd put your tampons in and placed at the back of the commode in the bottom sink cabinet. He recalls last night's wild sex session and the lack of skittishness from you, and the absence of any stain-making aftereffects from the feral coupling, so he lopes back into the main room with a teasing smirk.

You've just plated the rest of the garlic bread when he comes up behind you and presses his nose to the back of your neck before trailing it up into your hairline. "I'm a jerk," he grunts, and you hum questioningly, so he drawls, "I was so in my head last night, I didn't notice your visitor left."

You snort. "Bitch came early and left early," you quip. "And Christ, don't tell me you grew up calling a period a 'monthly visitor'—"

"Well, yeah! My Pops is pretty old school about that stuff, and my mom didn't go around announcing it," he answers your sarcastic giggle wryly. "My cousins though? They set me straight on all that stuff," Javi mentions and shrugs when you turn in his arms and smile up at him.

"You mean scared you straight," is your wily tease.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much," he chuckles, and when you bounce your brows and hum in a way that says 'Tell me more', he rolls his eyes and pours himself a glass of Chianti. "Like I said, I was the only boy for a while, so they'd have fun putting me on the spot – asking me stuff they knew I didn't know anything about just to spring the details on me and laugh when I'd react," Javi remarks. "They'd go, 'Javicito! Do you know what a clitoris is?' and I'd just shake my head, so then they'd cajole me to guess, and I'd say something like, 'A type of flower?' and Lucía would sputter to not laugh while Carla and Magda went into great detail explaining what it was—"

"Oh my god," you cackle out and try not to grin at his expense. "That's so mean!"

"Pssh, it was funny. I remember yelling at them that girls were freaks before stomping off, and they just laughed their asses off. They eventually quit hassling me once Danny was born and they were forced to babysit him during the get-togethers," he reminisces before taking a long sip from his glass. "Couldn't talk about sex and genitalia while alternating rocking a baby to sleep."

You laugh, mirthful and melodiously endeared by the image of a scrappy little Javi plugging his ears and yelling about weird girls. "I'm sorry to laugh, but that's just too hilarious," is your giggled musing as you lean up and kiss his cheek. "Pobrecito."

"I got them back, though. Eventually," he remarks smugly before taking another long sip in order to let your curiosity bubble up. And by the dazzling flicker in your eyes and the quirk of intrigue in your plush lips, he knows he's got it, so he sets the wine glass aside and drawls, "One time, during a gathering when I was back from school, we were all sitting around sneaking whiskey behind the barn, and I told them I knew some of their friends on campus, and then thanked them for always teaching me girl stuff, because it made it easy to get their girl friends in bed."

The scandalized laugh is exactly what he was hoping for. "You wicked stud muffin," is your flirty giggle. "And how'd they react to that little turn of the table?"

"They all yelled in outrage, and Carla threw her chancleta at me," he tells you, and you laugh hard, burying your face in his chest. "But then Lucía said something like, 'At least make sure you get them off every time, Javicito!' – so no irreparable damage done."

You laugh until your breathless, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes before letting out that soft, discordant sigh. Javi loves to make you laugh, to revel in your silly carefree smile and resplendent gaze admiringly staring up at him after a bout of mirth.

"You were just a sweet, innocently wholesome good boy, huh," is your amused purr as you lean back against the opposite counter.

"Until I hit puberty, sure," he jibes and toys his thumb along his bottom lip. "You strike me as always being a wild little atrevida," Javi purrs and smirks when you try to feign an innocent, beatific smile, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head to the side.

"I guess I might've had my moments before puberty," you chime before flouncing to the stovetop to check the lasagna. "Ok, I think it's good to eat now."

You both set out to do your part to set dinner on the table, and before long, you're sitting across from each other and enjoying the meal. It brings you indescribable joy to watch Javier eat with gusto, enjoying the hearty bounty you've prepared over the fantastic bottle of wine. Said bottle of wine easily get's drained between the two of you over stories and laughter, and when he cajoles you to divulge any anecdote as equally as scandalous as what he'd told you, it was easy to relent.

"—She hit him with a broom?!" he sputters in scandalized laughter.

"With a broomstick," you correct, and he just laughs, which makes you grin. "She chased him down the block and I just stood there, mortified, while the neighbors started peeking out windows and shit," you pause when he snickers and tries to smother his laughter with the napkin. The way his dark coffee eyes twinkle when they're cresting from his jollity always makes you melt. "There. Happy?"

"Yeah, that makes us even," he chuckles, and you cluck your tongue in triumph before skimming your bare foot along his ankle. His eyes narrow provocatively at you before he glances at the dregs of dinner. "I think someone's tipsy," he purrs before he empties his wine glass in a gulp and exhales contently.

"Oh?" you lilt innocently, but you know you're feeling nice and toasty. Wine always goes to your head quick and makes for a terrible headache in the morning if you didn't eat anything. It also has an uncanny knack for flushing the apples of your cheeks and making you smiley.

He eyes you like you're his next course. "Yep. I might have to carry you to bed and tuck you in—"

"Pfft, please!" you scoff brazenly and stand, starting to clear the table and wrinkling your nose at him mischievously. "Maybe if we'd had another bottle of wine, guapetón. I'm no lightweight," you tut imperiously as you saunter with the dishes to the sink.

He snorts derisively and takes the empty bottle and glasses up from the table in order to set them aside on the kitchen counter before he slinks up behind you and whispers, "We should get drunk and see where the night takes us, then," he murmurs in a honeyed baritone that zings into your core and tingles delight in you, making you hot and wet for him.

"I only bought the one bottle though—" you begin to breathily retort when he surprises you by shifting to open a bottom cabinet you haven't looked in prior, and fishes out a bottle of Cabernet. You gasp and shut the sink off to haughtily shake your hands dry before putting them on your hips. "Seriously? Hidden wine? Are you trying to clue me into you being an alchy?" is your sassy jibe.

"Nope, the previous tenant left 'em. I don't usually deviate from whiskey, so I stored them down here," Javier explains amusedly as he goes to work uncorking the bottle. "You better have all that packed away by the time I get this damn thing open, traviesa," he tells you and nods his head to the food on the counter as he starts prying the wrapper from the top of the bottle.

You dramatically hum at him with a silly purse to your lips as you race to wrap and store the leftovers in different lunch containers before arranging them on the fridge shelves. The sound of the corkscrew being worked to uncork the bottle with a suctioned pop comes just as you close the fridge door and teasingly eye him. With a cocky smirk, Javi pours you a generous serving into your wine glass before doing the same with his.

After he's handed your glass over, he charmingly leans close and toasts, "To us," before you both clink your glasses, making sure to take long sips while keeping avid eye contact with each other in order to avoid seven years of bad sex.

But really – you and Javi? Bad sex? You snicker to yourself.

Taking yourselves and the wine to the couch, you drink and cuddle up while regaling each other with more silly anecdotes of your childhoods. By the time the starlight is coming in from the windows and the bottle of Cabernet has been drained, you're both eyeing each other under heavy lids and tipsy smiles. Quickly, they become lustful stares as you set your glass aside on the coffee table and prowl over him to resume your fooling around from earlier. Javi manages to slide his glass onto the table just as you drape onto him to kiss him sultrily. He hums, parting his lips to let your tongues twirl languidly against each other while his hands start to possessively fondle down your curves. You bury your tapered fingers into his soft tufts, yanking lightly on the curls when he slips his thigh between your legs and grinds you down on it.

A moan escapes you when he has you ride his thigh while he pushes up your shirt and mouths your breasts after yanking your bra down. He can feel how warm you are – how your pussy pulses through the denim as you rut against him. "Fuck, Javi…" you groan hungrily and adjust to let him pull you down and roll on top of you on the sofa. You hook your legs around his hips and anchor him to press his weight onto you as you cling your arms behind his shoulders and kiss him with need. The delectable feel of his arousal grinding into you and his shuddering grunt has you soaked, tingling to be filled to the hilt by his cock. "Mmm, want it," you hiss between kisses before nudging his jaw and suckling possessively into his neck.

Javi moans when your teeth graze his skin. "That's it," he growls as he suddenly ambles up from the couch and pulls you up with him before he tosses you over his shoulder. "Bed, right fucking now," he grouses and bounds in a rushed stride with you to the bedroom.

"Ay, Javi. Me mareo," you tipsily hiccup in a silly whine, so he gently adjusts you in his arms and places you on the bed. With a giggly sigh, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down onto you for more salacious making out. He smiles drunkenly when you cling to him and purr, "Having you on top of me is my favorite thing," then sigh wistfully when he rests his weight on you.

"Such a sexy little thing," he murmurs as he kisses down your neck and starts unfastening your jeans while you unbutton his shirt with clumsy fingers between brushes of lips and drunken nuzzling.

Your hands hastily yank his shirt open and off his shrugging arms before he manages to tug your jeans open and down your thighs. The sight of your panties being soaked through under the lowlight coming from the main room has Javi groaning and straining in his pants. You gasp and arch when his fingers rub you over the drenched fabric while you squirm to kick your jeans the rest of the way off your legs when Javi groans into your mouth from you gripping the back of his hair. Sexually-charged sparks are igniting wildly in you at the feel of his fingers starting to ruck the crotch of your panties aside, and just when your hand has successfully undone his jeans enough for you to slip your talented digits to wrap around his warm, throbbing length, a loud ringing starts echoing in the apartment.

Dimly, you struggle to figure out what it is when Javi stiffens and flops his head down on the bed next to yours with a snarled, "Fuck!" coming from behind clenched jaw before he sits up and stares down at you with flustered exasperation. "Stay. Don't move," he grouses and kisses you reassuringly before bounding off the bed in just his unzipped jeans and stalking in a frustrated huff to the main room to answer his satellite phone. While you lie tipsily on the bed, you hear Javi bark, "Peña," before going eerily quiet, then snapping, "You gotta be kidding me…a church?!"

Perplexed, you lie there and clumsily fidget to peel off your panties before absently stripping out of the rest of your clothes from how hot and uncomfortable you suddenly feel as the wine starts to hit you. Your mind is trying to stay clear, but right now the lizard impulse sector of your brain just wants Javi naked and in bed and inside you right now. Fisting your fingers impatiently in your hair, you inelegantly pull it loose from the bun and try to comb it out while you strain to hear Javi's side of the convo.

"—Herrera must be wanting payback. Get the witness statements on my desk first thing. Gonna have to deal with the fallout of the capos hitting back at them…" Javier sullenly mutters as he paces back and forth.

You can hear his steps as he rounds the room, and when you can't help yourself any longer, you crawl up off the bed and tip toe to the door to watch him. The way his smooth back is stiff, shoulders are bunched up, and right hand is ticking at his side reflexively tells you he's getting stressed out. So, you lope daintily out to the hall and wait for him to notice you. When he turns and sees you, his surly glower becomes a riveted leer – getting lost in your nude form while you stand there with your hair wildly cascading down your shoulders, giving him a pouty look, before he clears his throat and interrupts Stoddard.

"No point on analyzing it right now. We'll hash it out tomorrow, first thing," he tells his deputy before gruffly ending the call.

"What happened?" you ask in a whisper once he's slid the phone back to the counter.

"…Nothing important for you to worry about," he mumbles and turns to quirk his eyebrow challengingly before giving you a smoldering once-over. "Didn't I tell you to stay in bed?" His voice hits that gravelly timbre as he lopes towards you, and excitement flutters in your stomach while your cunt clenches at how no-nonsense his expression is.

Smiling impishly, you teasingly scamper a few steps back when he gets close, and Javi eyes you intensely before agilely scooping you up and taking you back to bed. You laugh and cling to him lovingly as you brush flirty kisses along his cheek before he leans back from placing you down on the bed. He watches with lustful dark eyes as you stretch out like a naughty minx while he hastily sheds the remainder of his clothes.

Flopping onto the bed next to you once he's in his nude glory, he nuzzles your shoulder before ordering, "Come sit on my face."

You let out a breathy sound of thrill before you protest, "B-But, I want you in my mouth—"

"Later," he growls and taps your thigh ruggedly, then stretches out and eyes you, turned on with how you suck in your bottom lip stubbornly in ambivalence as you stare down his body and gaze hungrily at his cock. It's thick, hard and flushed, and all you want is to suck on it. Provocatively, he grunts while caressing his palm up the valley of your breasts to cup your chin and redirect your gaze to stare doe-eyed at him. "Need that pussy. Wanna taste it – have it ride my fucking tongue until you come," Javi husks while his other hand touches himself. "Then, you can put my cock in that sexy mouth of yours."

Even though you are very uninhibited and aroused right now, you still fidget. "I-I should shower first—"

He rolls to loop his arm around your waist and tug you close. "No. I love the way you smell without soap covering it all up," he husks in your ear before kissing a path down your jaw. "Love you sweaty and warm," his voice is a purr as he traces his lips down your neck. "How good your pussy tastes, get high on your scent when you're all hot and wet—"

Even though you're beyond turned on and yearning, the exhilarating, naughty awe has you blushing with demure shyness. He's so unselfconscious sharing his filthy adoration that you giggle, "Such a dirty boy, Javi."

He grins, the dimple teasing you as he adjusts to effortlessly haul you to straddle him. You gasp when he licks a studded nipple before purring, "What can I say. I'm wild for your juicy pussy—"

You scoff a scandalized sound before swatting him and giggling, "Eww! That sounds nasty—"

"Jesus, it's the best," he counters adamantly and play-wrestles with you. "C'mon, baby—"

"Quit begging, you filthy fresco," you chuckle bossily and wring your wrists to the side, which move his toned arms out of the way for you to lean over him and lick his lips lewdly.

"Hah! Tan pinche atrevida," he growls and easily overpowers you by looping his arms around your waist and hauling you to press flush over his torso so he can kiss you breathless.

The fact he is so shameless in his arousal and attraction to every part of you has you cunt aching. So, you decide to compromise. Breaking the kiss and panting sexily, you tell him, "I'll sit on your face if I can suck you off at the same time."

He growls, but you see the allure the ultimatum has when he squints daringly at you and commands, "Fine, but I'm not finishing in your mouth—"

"Booo," you jeer comically and pout as you toss your hair in a bratty flare while flattening your breasts against his chest.

"Baby, you're cruising for a spanking instead right now," he razzes in a husky drawl and taps your ass for emphasis.

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you scamper up and kiss him on the lips before shifting so you can both sixty-nine. As you get in position, you kiss down his body all the way down until you're able to reach his cock, humming at the gleam of pre-cum that's collected at the slit on the soft, smooth tip. Javier groans when you take it into your mouth and suckle on it, hands gripping your thighs as he rolls his head back and revels in the sinfully amazing heat of your mouth around him for a moment. He finds himself letting you have your fun while he admiringly stares at your flushed and puffy pussy, enjoying how eagerly you're sucking him off and watching how much it turns you on.

When he suddenly licks up into cunt, you make a warbling sound around his cock before bobbing your mouth off to gasp from the next long swipe he laves from your clit to perineum. "Ah, oh god—" you moan and try not to buck down on him.

"Mmm, you like that," he tells you in a guttural purr. "Your pussy clenched around nothing—" Javi's cocky observation careens to a halt when you growl and squeeze his base while burying the length of his throbbing dick in your mouth before hollowing out your cheeks with a deft suck. He's sure his brain hazed out for a moment, because his throaty moan sounds shocked when you lightly squeezed his sac in time with the next hard suck around his cock. "F-Fuck," he gasps harshly and writhes under you, so you hum salaciously around him and start sucking him with true vigor now. "Oh shit-shit—oh fuck, querida, w-wait," Javi starts to groan in desperate warning, but you ignore him and keep sucking him off like you're trying to make a point. He realizes it too, because next thing you know, Javi's pivoted you off from straddling him.

You yelp in surprise as you flop onto your back, but have no time to recover from the shock and drunken vertigo when he shifts up on the bed in order to yank your thighs open before diving headfirst between them. The enthralled gasp you let out is muffled by your thighs pressing shut around his head as he starts eating you out after he sits up and balances your lower half up with him. In this upside-down-bent position, you can only hook your legs over his shoulders and grip the bed beneath you as he buries his face in your cunt and devours you. Even in the precariously balanced vantage point, you stare up in heady rapture and watch Javier bury his tongue into your clenching slit, how he twirls it around the fluttering hole before spearing the talented appendage as far as it can go in you.

He groans into your pussy when he feels you start to wind up with an impending orgasm, and your shallow, mewled whimpers tell him you're on the edge. So he flicks the tip of his tongue in you while his thumb grinds ruinously over your clit. You feel yourself writhe and lockup as your climax floods over you, whimpered, "Oh my god! Oh god, Javi—!" coming out as a strung together exclamation as you come on his tongue.

Javier lets out a triumphant, primal growl and languidly licks into you until you go slack in his hold. When you come back from the floating ecstasy, your cum is all over his lips and chin when he crawls over you and gazes down at you with lustful accomplishment. His pupils are blown out, shoulders broad and bunched up as he nudges himself to be flush between your thighs before he starts rutting his cock into your drench, slippery heat. You moan and hitch your hips up to chase the plunge of his cock, wanting to be filled by it so bad.

"Touch yourself, preciosa. Let me see you play with your clit while I give you my cock," Javi husks and rubs his cock through your dripping folds. You mewl and start rubbing your clit with one hand while you reach for his face with the other. Javi groans and leans down to meet your lips, letting you lick into his mouth and suck your taste off of his full, pillowy morsels. "See how good you taste?" he can't help purr before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth just as he notches the head of his cock into your dimpled entrance.

You arch and cry out in excitement when he thrusts into your silken sheath while you keep delicious pressure on your clit, butterflying your legs out to give into Javi having complete control.

"Yeah, just like that, hermosa. Keep rubbing that sweet little clit for me," he praises while he sets a bruising pace in the piston-like strokes of his cock, groaning hoarsely on a particularly rough slam of his hips, "Wanna make you come with me this time."

He's planted his fists into the bed for balance and purchase, hunching over you and reveling in your desperate little mewls of mounting gratification, getting so close to falling off the precipice into scintillating pleasure. He doesn't want to leave marks on you this time, so he bites his bottom lip and concentrates on keeping his hands on the bed – propping him up over you while you now wrap your legs around him and fist a hand in the back of his hair while the other still rubs your clit.

"Oh Javi, mmph—Javi! I'm close—"

"Me too," he grits out and keeps thrusting, only deeper and faster now once you've tugged on his hair and earned a feral snarl from him before he moves a hand from digging into the bed to instead squeeze your tit and pinch your nipple.

You cry out in overwhelmed bliss, digging your heels into his lats as your cunt squeezes and wrings around him just as his cock swells and he gruffly moans. Climaxing together is mind melting and soul shaking, leaving you both curling into each other and chasing the delirium of prolonging the carnal heat your senses are in.

The pulsing throb of your cunt and the drag of his cock mystify you both into cuddling heaps as you recover from the powerful orgasms, drunken haze burned up in your systems thoroughly enough to allow for you both to feel clearheaded and sated.

When Javi goes to get up from the bed, you protest with a needy hum and cling to him. "No. Stay," you mumble into his neck as you curl up against him and loop your arms possessively around him.

"You're the one that doesn't like to be sticky," he chuckles tiredly.

"I like it right now. Stay, Javi," you murmur and kiss a luscious path up his neck to his cheek.

Javier sidles your leg over his hip and carves up against you before brushing reverent kisses along your warm, dewy skin. You both lie in a spent, entwined cuddle for a while, just kissing and nuzzling until the high of the burned up booze and the mellow serenity that comes over you after an amazing, passionate coupling settles over you both.

You're drowsily drifting when Javi murmurs, "What'd I do to deserve you…"

Sighing sleepily, you mumble, "Be a great man," before yawning and nuzzling into his cheek. "And dead-sexy."

He snorts an endearing laugh and brushes his mustachioed lips along your ear. "You can't fall asleep like this, cariño," Javier whispers before kissing the corner of your cheekbone. When you just hum and cuddle into him, he murmurs, "Alright," and pulls you into his arms, carrying you to be tucked into the pillows and under the covers before he goes to shut the lights off and slides into bed with you.

Letting out a content little sigh, you loop your arm around him and mumble, "You know I love you, right?"

Javi snickers into your hair and nods. "Yeah. And I love you too, you know that?"

"Mmhmm," you mumble sweetly and squeeze him.

Smiling, Javi rests his head on the pillow and listens to your breathing even out before he too succumbs to wine and sex-fueled exhaustion.

It's early when you start to wake up from the sound and feel of something being slid onto the bed. The smell of brewed coffee and something savory tickles your nose and stirs you fully awake. Tiredly unfurling under the covers, you turn in bed to blearily see the tray Javi just placed down on the soft surface before he sits and leans over to kiss the top of your mussed head.

"Rise and shine, querida," he purrs softly, and picks up his own coffee mug from the tray.

"…What's all this?" you pipe out around a yawn before sitting up fully and pulling the sheet up to ward off the chill in the room. As you rub the sleep from your gaze, you take in the plates of huevos rancheros and the steaming cup of coffee sitting on the tray before snickering and giving Javi a lopsided smirk. "You stole my idea—"

"Nope. I was just able to successfully make it happen," he jibes and kisses your cheek.

You happily shuffle closer and wrap your arms around his neck before kissing him chastely on the lips. "Thank you," is your soft murmur as you affectionately brush your nose against his.

He pats your thigh and playfully nudges his temple to yours. "Eat before it gets cold."

You both share breakfast in bed together, enjoying the quiet moment over coffee and his specialty while the sun's rays start to flare into the apartment. "Mmm, this is so good, babe," you tell him before sipping your coffee. "Definitely needed something to stave off the hangover," is your silly quip as you watch him set his empty plate aside and stretch the muscles in his back.

"Hmph, that's what I wanted to hear," he charms before kissing your shoulder. "By the way? You're right," he remarks and nods towards the outfit you picked out for him hung up on the top of the closet door. "That shouldn't look half-bad on," Javi tells you genuinely.

You smile around the last bite of your eggs before washing them down and sighing contently. "So you'll be able to make it tonight?"

Taking your empty plate and stacking it with his on the tray, he nods and retorts, "I'm pretty sure I can. I'll know for sure once I meet with Stoddard." When you hum and shimmy to reach for your discarded robe, he asks, "So what's the plan? Meet here and go together?"

"Actually, I'm going to my place to shower and get dressed after work, then taking a taxi to Ellis and Anita's so we and can do our hair and makeup together," you tell him as you climb out of bed and slip into your slippers before amending, "Well, so Anita can help me with my makeup. Want to meet at their place and carpool with them?"

Picking up the tray and taking it up, he remarks, "Yeah, that's fine. And your intern?"

You follow him out to the kitchen and take the dishes to the sink before he's even set the tray down. "She said she'd meet us at the museum," you answer and smile when he grunts and steers you away from trying to wash the dishes.

"You know, I met her the other day," Javi comments, wrinkling his nose when you dig your heels in and grab his pajama-bottom-clad ass, thwarting him from trying to maneuver you back to the bedroom.

"While I definitely want to hear what your impression is, we gotta shower, guapito," you chime and goofily loop your arms backwards around his waist and duck-walk into the bathroom. "I can't believe I was so drunk I didn't drag you to the shower last night!"

"Drunk on my cock, you mean," he mutters in a daringly crass aside, to which you dig your fingers into his lower back and knead cheekily, earning a wry hiss. "Easy, woman—"

"Get your raunchy ass in the shower already, beyako," you order in a saucy snap after you turn the showerhead on and showily shrug out of your robe before fastening your hair up and getting into the stall, shooting him the most instigating smile he's ever seen as you start soaping yourself up.

Javi sheds his bottoms and goes in after you, soulful eyes roving over you before he hitches up behind you and slaps your now wet soapy ass, earning a squeak from you. "Such a daring little brat you are," he grouses behind your ear as he fondles his hands down your slippery curves. You hum an enticed sound and smile when he takes your soap from your hand and starts lathering your back up with it. And when he massages its suds around the curve of your side and down between your thighs, your breath stutters. "So, first impression? She seems smart and witty," is Javi's conversational remark while his fingers glide along your womanhood. "Nerdy but sociable."

Your brain races to catch up, snappily cueing you in that he's referring to Francesca. Before his fingers can get more daring, you pull his hand away so you can turn in his arms and bossily maneuver him so his back faces the cascade. "My goodness. Makes me wonder how you'd described me after we met," you remark sardonically as you take his soap and merrily lather his shoulders and chest up. "Mean but feisty?" is your suggested description for yourself as you glide your soapy touch down his stomach, fingers scrubbing affectionately down his happy trail before pausing at Javi's heated exhale.

Keeping his hands to his sides, he tries not to fidget in arousal when your hands resume teasingly washing him. "Nope. I thought three words: brilliant, sexy, and stunning," he answers and bites his lip when you smile and palm his shaft, touch remaining dutifully tender, even when it starts to harden in your hand. "F-Fuck…ok, maybe one more word: Cock-tease."

You snicker and keep soaping his hardening length with one hand while the other slips lower, earning a reedy groan from Javi. "That's funny. The first word I thought of to describe you? Cocksure," you lilt amusedly and smirk when he huffs out his nose and finally stops your teasing touch. "Then, it was: clever, handsome, and wicked."

Javi backs you into the opposite wall from the showerhead before hiking you up it and pinning you between it and him. "You thought I was wicked?" he drawls gruffly while he wickedly guides you down to plunge onto his cock.

You mewl before stuttering a humored, "Y-Yes! The most wicked," while looping your arms around his neck and hooking your legs to wrap at his waist.

He chuckles and kisses you, loving how you bury a hand in the back of his hair as he starts rocking up into you. When he sets a toe-curling pace, you mewl and gasp in pleasure, feeling already worked into a tizzy and needy for him to strum your bliss up in you. You bite back a little cry before humming in delight when he suckles a kiss into your neck before grinding you down onto his cock after slamming home deep in you.

"I love the little noises you make, baby," Javier husks in a honeyed tone before he bucks up into you. "Feel good?"

"Mmm, yes. Always make me f-feel so good," you hitch out breathily and smile into his cheek before brushing you mouth to claim his in a hungry kiss.

The heat of the steam from the warm water fogs up the space, clinging to your skin as Javi fucks you against the wall. In no time, he drives you over the edge into a hearty orgasm that has you crying his name into his jaw as he plunges into you and clutches you tight, reaching his dizzying release right after. His breath is ragged, smile satisfied as he nuzzles you and murmurs, "Ok…sure, wicked works."

You snicker and kiss him before unfurling your legs from around his waist so you can stand on wobbly knees. Still leaning against the wall, you relish the way your kiss becomes a languid worship involving your tongues – with the occasional nip and suckle of each other's lips, while his cum seeps out of your puffy pussy and drips down your inner thighs.

It's an exquisite start to the week.

Aside from feeling content and totally relaxed, you both don't even recall the things you'd meant to mention to each other while you move on to the rest of your morning routine. Fully dressed now and fastening the sunburst studs into your earlobes, you smile at him in the mirror while he puts on his dress shoes. Javier's eyes crease as his gaze appreciatively roves your hourglass shape in the tight black pencil skirt and white high-collar-and-ruffled blouse before you slip on your black blazer. He's thinking about how much he looks forward to seeing what you'll be wearing for the art show tonight when you finish putting your heels on and exhale a huff at the time flashing on the alarm clock.

"Damn, I should've left ten minutes ago," you chide and rush to go collect your things.

Javi looks at the clock and grimaces. He should've been out the door a while ago, so as you're placing your charged cell phone in your purse, Javi's shrugging on his dark blue suit jacket and pocketing his belongings right next to you when you turn to go say goodbye.

Snickering when he reaches around you for his keys on the credenza, you slink your arms around his waist and steal a kiss from his lips. "See? Wicked. Making me late—"

"Yeah fucking right," he snorts and nudges his head against you before tapping your ass. "Get the door, malvadita," he drawls and smirks when you scoff irreverently at him and do as you're told.

Once he's locked up, you're both rushing to the elevator, which unfortunately arrives with some other tenants, so you both have to behave on the way down to the garage. Chivalrously, Javi walks you to your car and opens the door for you before cupping your lower back and brushing a chaste kiss over your plush lips. "I'll call you later," he grouses warmly, and when you hum and playfully pull him back for another kiss – a much sultrier version this time, he grunts ruggedly and murmurs, "Now who's being wicked?"

"Oh, just deal with it," you sass as you affectionately brush your thumb over his moustache to wipe your tinted lip balm off for him.

Giving your waist a squeeze, Javier rumbles, "Love you, corazón."

"Love you too, querido," you whisper and wryly tug on the lapel of his jacket as you wink, "Can't wait to see you later tonight."

He hums intriguingly as he backpedals to let you slink into the driver's seat. "I'm looking forward to it too. Now go. We're late," he faux admonishes as he saunters over to his car.

"Yes, sir!" you call out impishly before shutting your door and winking at him as you turn on the car and fasten your seatbelt just before you reverse and drive by.

Javier chuckles and shakes his head as he gets in his SUV and follows suit.

By the time you flounce into your staff meeting with barely a few minutes to spare, Javi's walking into his office and seeing the stack of statements he'd asked Stoddard to have for him. His deputy comes in a few minutes later and briefs him on his upcoming day.

It's a shit-sandwich-packed schedule.

Not only did he have meetings with Mil Group and CNP thanks to the outbreak in violence over the weekend, but there was a briefing he now had to kick up to the head of the South American region in the DEA headquarters stateside who wanted to talk to him about having to deal with 'bureaucratic unease' the flare up in cartel violence was causing for the agency back in D.C.

As if all of that wasn't enough to tank his day, by the early afternoon, reports come in of another cartel-related massacre out at a Cali cartel-affiliated facility.

You're just coming back from running the testing for the new system when your cell phone rings in your purse. Closing the door of your office and retrieving it, you answer, "Hey, mister," in a good-humored drawl.

"Hey. So it's bedlam here today, and now there's a lab run by a trafficking gang affiliated with Cali that got hit this morning," Javier tells you, and you can hear the irascible temper starting to simmer lowly in his voice. "It might also be a refining center, so DEA should be there to document the shipment routes and try to trace them back to Cali-proper."

Sitting at your desk, you frown and ask, "Where's it at?"

"At an old pharmaceutical warehouse outside of the capital," Javi answers and sighs. "I have a briefing I gotta give to the stateside guys end of day, so…I don't know if I'll be able to make it in time to meet you tonight."

You're crestfallen, feeling yourself wilt into your chair as you train your voice to sound easygoing and understanding as you assure, "It's alright. Don't worry—"

"I'm sorry, querida," Javier tells you in a hushed tone. "I gotta go."

"Ok. Bye," you keep your voice light, and when the line clicks, you end the call and try to ignore the heavy tug of disappointment anchoring in your chest.

Then, unbidden, you think of what Stechner had said – about Javier flirting up Jurado's wife, and that vindictive part of you wonders if there was more to him going personally to gain her cooperation. Why hadn't he secured her in protective custody? Could he have had different intentions with not following standard procedures – in not taken her into detention until they caught and extradited her husband?

What was the point of flirting her up at a bar?

What else is he willing to do?

Annoyed with yourself, you shut that down and focus on getting through the rest of the afternoon.

By the time Javier gets back to the embassy from the latest investigation scene, he's begrudgingly rushing up to the conference room Stoddard dialed DEA stateside from in order to brief them on the latest Cali cartel fuckery.

He's angry with himself for disappointing you. And really, he'd been looking forward to the night out with you and your friends, so he feels guilty – like he'd once again left you hanging last minute. It needles him in the back of his mind as his briefing turns into a mild chiding about lack of results. Not for the first time, Javier deliberates about just throwing his hands up and walking the fuck away, but as quickly as the impulse flares in him, his stubborn will stamps it out.

While he keeps his cool and forges on with his assessment to the DEA brass, you're getting home and going through the motions of getting ready for the art show. Shedding your earrings and storing them in the jewelry box, you undress and rush to shower. The whole time, you try not to let melancholy set in. After all, this wasn't like the last time. Javier didn't flake out and go MIA. He'd called and canceled. It wasn't his fault his role made it virtually impossible to have a normal schedule.

You keep admonishing your selfish impatience the entire time you blow-dry your hair, and by the time you've slipped into your red dress, you feel a bit more settled. You admire yourself in the full-length mirror as you secure the vintage-inspired diamond studs you'd received as a gift ages ago, and while your hair isn't styled and your face is moisturized but bare, you can't deny how eye-catching your ensemble is. The Grecian-draped cranberry-red silk dress looks sleek but elegant thanks to the asymmetrical one-shoulder slink of the gathering that contours chicly to your bust while the hemline cascades at an angle to hit your knees. The right-shouldered taper balances the slit up the left thigh from being too risqué, and the gold strappy heels keep it a timeless look. You frown at the thought that Javi won't see you in it.

Having Ellis and Anita greet you with eager excitement for the night ahead once you've arrived to their place helps shelve your angst entirely, at least.

"Damn, kid! That dress is killer," Ellis proclaims and whistles when you come through the door with your gold clutch in hand and a rueful smile.

"Oh, I have the perfect eye look I can do on you," Anita boasts as she pulls you into their bedroom and sits you at her vanity.

She's already dressed in a flared-out romantic-styled black lace cocktail dress while Ellis dons his crispest black suit with navy dress shirt. He's looking at himself in the mirror as he brushes his hair in a slicked back coif while you're carefully curling your lashes when he asks, "Is Peña on his way?"

Stifling your frown, you stand and usher Anita to trade places so you can curl her hair for her when you reply in an offhanded tone, "Oh, he's not coming."

They both turn to you, concern etching on their features.

"It's fine. Work got crazy for him today. He called and let me know he needed to cancel," you retort and shrug before nudging Anita to face the mirror. "We weren't sure he'd be able to make it at all—"

"Well, it's his loss. He probably would've burst a valve seeing you in this dress anyway," Ellis can't help cut in derisively before comically gesturing to his head and below his waist as he added, "Probably a couple different valves, really."

Swatting him amusedly, you snicker to Anita as you start curling the back of her hair, "Please spank him later for being such a pain in the ass."

"Oh, that was already on the agenda for when we get back," Anita giggles while Ellis blushes and sputters embarrassedly out of the bedroom. Once you've finished pinning her hair with a glossy comb, Anita trades places with you once again to style your lush, silken tresses into a half-up-half-down style. She's brushing the top of your hair back and smoothening out the hairline at your temples when she asks, "Things have been good with him though?"

You smile reassuringly at her. "Yes, everything's been really good. I wish he could've made it out tonight, but he's not chained to a desk. His work is unpredictable," you tell her as you stare appreciatively at her in the mirror once she's done fluffing the back of your hair.

She's sweet and doesn't pry further, and a short while later, you're finishing with your makeup and heading out to the museum. Ellis valet parks the car, so the three of you exit to approach the entrance of the modern brick building. "Hey, boss lady!" you turn and see Francesca enthusiastically waving as she approaches from the velvet rope line. She's wearing a billowy floral print charmeuse dresse and block heels, curly hair fastened in a ponytail and minimal makeup – trusty satchel at her shoulder with her items for the interview. "Great timing! I just walked over. This looks really cool," she chirps before greeting Anita after Ellis introduces his wife to her.

The event bouncer checks the VIP list for your name and once he's spotted it, ushers you and your guests through. The museum is buzzing, and once you all enter the anteroom before the exhibition hall, the catering staff greets you with champagne and hors d'oeuvres before moving on to the other guests filing in.

"Ketsele!"

You turn and see Sasha strut in and leave his cultural attaché, business manager, and Nikolai in the dust as he strides excitedly towards you. He's smiling broadly; sculpted jaw softened by his trimmed beard and pointedly slicked back hair. His blue eyes crinkle warmly as he mouths 'Wow!' His custom cognac-leather wingtip shoes click expeditiously in the slightly echoing room as he charmingly acknowledges the patrons as he passes.

"Who's that?!" Ellis whisper-asks, eyeing the intimidatingly tall, barrel-chested man in the dark-tweed double-breasted vest with a bloomed rose tucked into the vest pocket, crisp cream pinstriped dress shirt clinging to his brawny arms and open at the collar, and tailored slim-fit black trousers that accentuate his muscular legs and narrow waist while his shiny cufflinks match the engraved gold ring on the pinky finger on his right hand.

"Sasha," you answer, as if it was a silly question to ask, and glance at him to see his shocked expression. Quirking a confused eyebrow at him and then humming questioningly when Anita and Francesca looks just as awed, you don't have a chance to inquire what's up when Sasha is finally in front of you.

"Well, you never disappoint, krasivaya," he remarks in a husky purr as he eyes you appraisingly. He notices you're wearing the earrings he'd given you ages ago, so with an admiring tilt of his head, Sasha rumbles definitively, "You look stunning," before he pulls you into a bear hug.

You chuckle and hug him back, admiring his warm, undoubtedly expensive handcrafted woody and citrus cologne scent, as you both embrace. "And you, looking ever the dandy, per usual," you razz him as you pull back and platonically grab his arm and guide him over to the others. "Sasha, these are my friends. Ellis and Anita, and Francesca – who you promised to let interview you."

"Ah! Of course. So nice to meet you," Sasha boasts and shakes Ellis' hand before taking Anita's hand and kissing the back of it, then repeating the greeting with Francesca. He glances around to see where your date is, but when he sees the flicker in your eyes, he knows better than to ask, so instead, he goes into full-blown host-mode with, "Thank you for coming to my premiere. Come! I'll give you the tour before they open the doors—"

"Alexander, we're supposed to wait for all the VIP—" Sasha's business manager appears at his side and tries to coax in his ear, but Sasha has already threaded your arm in his and is leading the way.

"It'll only be a few minutes, Ian. You'll have plenty of time to pimp me out later," Sasha grouses over his shoulder before turning to address your friends with, "So! Follow me through this side door here."

Once out of earshot from Ian, you whisper to Sasha, "I don't want you to piss off people on our account—"

"It's my premiere, and I can do as I want," he impishly rumbles and gives you a wolfish grin when you roll your eyes at him. "Now, seriously. This color? Oof, fucking gorgeous…"

You have no chance to counter his flirty compliment when you all enter the exhibition hall and you gasp at the scope of his latest collection.

"Whoa…this is gnarly!" Francesca exclaims as she approaches the first installation while Anita and Ellis gape at the scale of it.

"What do you think?" Sasha asks as you wander about, staring in awe at the surreal pieces.

"Sasha…is this 'Worship'?" you turn and balk when he grins proudly. "Oh my god, you finished it!" you go over and hug him, knowing how monumental this is for him. "This is astounding," you tell him and smile when you can feel him soften in your arms from the praise. "I can't believe I'm finally going to get to see it all assembled!"

"Well, you haven't seen all the pieces before. Come. Let me show you my favorite one," the blue-eyed, debonair man proposes before guiding you over to what is the centerpiece installation of the collection. "This one is 'Worship of Woman'."

You take it in, overwhelmed by how something made of metal and blown glass can look so ethereal and raw. It's a metal pedestal on which the figure of a shapely woman lies in sensual repose. The way the lights in the exhibition hall shine down on it make it looks like a celestial goddess, glass shards smoothened out to twinkle around her silhouette and catch like rivulets of refracting colors in her hair.

When you turn to him, you're utterly speechless, and his blue eyes crease gently at how radiantly beautiful you look staring up at him with vivacious awe. "Do you like it?" he whispers edgily, nervousness bubbling up in his usually smug tone.

"This is the most beautiful piece I've ever seen, Sasha," you tell him with genuine feeling and playfully nudge your shoulder into his side before leaning into him. "Simply amazing."

He clears his throat of the knot that began to catch there and exuberantly proclaims, "Well, you've made my night, kitten. Now, I'm in a great mood for an interview!"

By the time Sasha is jovially guiding you and the others on a quick tour and affably answering Francesca's queries for her project, Javi's just trudging through the door of his apartment. He's mentally exhausted from the marathon day, and ornery now as he traverses his dark and cold abode.

It feels so empty now without you in it, and the lonesome pang that wells in his chest fuels his guilt all over again. Kicking off his dress shoes and grumpily shrugging his blazer off, Javier flops onto his back on his bed, annoyed and frustrated. The bedding is still rumpled and sullied from the carnal debauchery of the night before, and he finds himself mellowing out from the scent of you clinging to the sheets. Sitting up on his elbows, he glances at the clock and scowls. The art show's been underway for over an hour and a half. Exasperatedly, he sighs and sits up to yank his tie loose, forlornly deliberating about showering and drowning his sorrows in leftover lasagna and whiskey when his gaze lands on the outfit you'd hung up for him.

Ruefully, Javi deliberates silently, weighing the pros and cons of showing up late, when the intrepid part of him snorts, Just go! He bounds up to shower and rush through getting ready, having decided he'd rather spend a half hour with you out together tonight than nothing at all. Sparing an appraising look at himself in the mirror, Javi hustles out of the apartment down to his car and drives to the museum. Valet parking is full, so he ends up parking around the block and sprints to the entrance of the museum. While the VIP entry was already concluded, he didn't have to purchase entry thanks to his name being on the list, so he's able to lope at a clipped pace through the sprawling building in direction of the exhibition hall.

The space is bustling with patrons of the arts, photographers, and catering staff as they mill about offering trays of nibbles or alcohol. Javi's made it pass the anteroom and into the larger exhibition space when he sees you through the crowd speaking to an older woman who is marveling at the sculpture you're both in front of. He doesn't notice anything else about her or anyone in your immediate vicinity because of how enthralled he is by you. Your eyes are smoked out and lashes curled, emphasizing your enchantingly alluring eyes, and your lips are a shade of red that contrasts beautifully with the tone of your sexy dress.

"Well, shit, you made it!"

Javi startles and glances over at Ellis, who's just come from the bar and holds a scotch in one hand and Anita's waist in the other. "Yeah, just got here," he retorts and offers Anita a polite smile as he shakes her hand once Ellis introduces her. "Very nice to meet you."

"Same! I've heard a lot about you," Anita cheekily muses while Ellis tenses and tries not to seem obvious about it. "And just so you know: if you break her heart, you will be very sorry," the shorter woman with the heart-shaped face and deadly sweet smile hisses cherubically at Javi once she's leaned in and eyed him. "Now, excuse me, boys. Gotta queue up for the ladies' room!" Anita chirps as she flounces off.

Javi stares comically as she goes, and Ellis coughs awkwardly. "Sorry about her, Peña. She's just super protective."

With a wry grunt, Javi retorts, "I get it. And call me Javi."

Nodding, Ellis takes a sip of his drink just as Javier goes to glance back at you. Now across the room with Francesca, he watches you affectionately as you smile at something the younger woman's commented when a tall, dapperly dressed man seems to appear out of nowhere at your side and convivially puts his hand around your waist. Instinctually, Javier's jaw sets, expression etching tersely at the sight before he mutters crossly, "Who the hell is that."

Grunting, Ellis swivels to glance over in the direction Javier is currently covertly glaring in. "Oh, that's Sasha," he answers simply before reading the shift in Javier's demeanor. "You know, the artist?"

Javier's thrown. When you'd told him about your artist friend from the city named Sasha, he'd pictured a bohemian woman who sculpted nudes – maybe painted expressionist portraits. He did not envision a man who looks like he played rugby or some other brutish contact sport that would have him smashing his competitors into the mud before loping off to clean up for his strut across a catwalk at some fancy fashion show.

"Uh…I'm gonna check in on the wife," Ellis offers and exits, sensing the man is just as gob-smacked by the intimidatingly debonair man as they'd all been when you'd introduced him earlier.

Unaware of Javi's arrival, you are walking over to the 'Worship of Man' piece with Sasha now. As you pass by one of the servers who's holding out his tray to a patron, you notice Sasha confidently leer at him, quickly catching the guy's eye and winking at him as you both cruise by. You notice the flustered look the server tries to conceal, so you irreverently nudge your elbow into Sasha's side. Unfazed, he continues the stream of conversation you'd been in. "—Need you to translate for me, since I don't really trust this supposed cultural attaché," he whispers in your ear as you approach what looks like a journalist who is chatting with the nervous-looking man the museum assigned to escort Sasha during the residency of his collection.

"It'd be my pleasure, velvel," you mutter back, and smirk when he exhales through his nose and squeezes your forearm puckishly against his ribs.

A few minutes later, you're wrapping up mediating the conversation when you glance back to look for your friends and lock eyes on Javier.

He's wearing the charcoal gray suit and black shirt you'd picked out, hair brushed back and dress shoes looking polished as he lopes over to you.

You dimly hear the journalist thank you and Sasha before she strikes up conversation with the cultural attaché, and when your friend catches your glance, he turns and sees Javier approaching. "Oh, is this the date I've heard so little about?" he can't help jibe in that husky gravel of his.

One that is loud enough for Javier to hear, as he nears. He doesn't show it, though, being too busy taking you in now that he's in your presence. You're smiling and strutting over to cut the short distance, disarming Javier as you slink your arms around his waist and murmur, "I thought you couldn't come."

"Hmph, glad I did," he muses and whispers in your ear, "You look absolutely enchanting, querida. Took my breath away."

Your core tingles at the compliment, and without a second thought, you lean up and kiss him on the lips. Javier pulls you close and smiles against your lips, snickering when you lean back and goofily swipe your thumb over his mouth to remove your lipstick smear. "Jeez, where are my manners," you chime self-deprecatingly as you take his hand and turn to escort him the short distance to introduce, "Javi, this is my good friend, Sasha."

The two men shake hands, and you're so happy that they're finally meeting that you're none the wiser to the silent and covert sizing up happening between them – an unspoken, primordial appraisal of the possible challenger to their position, who could be looking to steal your affections away.

"A pleasure," Sasha smoothly remarks and squeezes Javier's hand a little harder than normal.

Javi reciprocates without batting an eye or backing down. "Likewise. I've heard great things. Your work is quite impressive."

Unlatching his hand from the shake, Sasha places it on your shoulder platonically. "Thank you! It was a bitch to get down here, but I'm really enjoying the feedback," the blue-eyed man who looked like he stepped off of a Norse god fairytale mural remarks, and Javi can't help feel jealous as you cheekily reach his hand on your shoulder to give Sasha's fingers an impish squeeze.

"Have you seen each piece yet?" you ask Javi before playfully elbowing Sasha in the side and telling him, "It looks like Francesca took plenty of photos, but can you humor me and pose for one by the piece she liked?"

"Of course! Anything for you, ketsele," he convivially retorts and saunters off to do just that.

Taking Javier's arm, you excitedly guide him to the next piece in the collection. "So, Sasha's been working on this collection since I met him. He'd tinker around and show me parts here and there over the years, but kept saying it wasn't ready," you're telling him warmly, unaware of how Javi keeps shooting covert glances over at the man and silently stewing. "It's called 'Worship' and it's about all the things that society places the most value in," you explain as you stand in front of 'Worship of Money' – a fearsome depiction of natural resources being melted down or torn asunder to make gold and currency.

"He makes all this himself?" Javier asks, humoring you as he spots Ellis and Anita having joined the handsome artist and your intern in conversation.

"Yes! Isn't it amazing?" you gush, turning and beaming when he exhales musingly and nods. "Oh, let me show you my favorite one!"

You lead Javi across to the centerpiece of the entire collection, and finally, his expression flares in wonder as he takes in the intricate piece. The more Javi stares at the beatific countenance made of smoothened and polished glass, the more his brown eyes register the resemblance.

The enraptured woman depicted in the throes of ecstasy is you.

Javier's seen you reach bliss countless times, so it's undeniably uncanny to see it rendered in metal and manipulated glass.

"I can't get over how much work it must've taken to craft this," you praise as you stare at the refracting light in the glass hair, admiring how it twinkles and sparkles differently when you walk around it.

"Boss lady!" you pause and turn as Francesca practically trots over to you. "This was the coolest! Thanks for getting me in. Sasha is awesome. I have so much great content for my project," she gushes and is about to ramble on when she finally notices Javier and pauses. Recognition sets in, and she glances from Javier, to you, and again to Javier before drawing out, "Uh…as big of an art buff as you are a coffee fiend?"

Javi coolly sidesteps closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist. "Definitely," he drawls, smirking when you scoff before relenting and leaning into him.

Francesca's reaction is that of someone whose mind has just been blown, but who is disciplined enough to flail internally instead of bringing attention to herself. "Well, uh, I'm heading out before my brain melts any more, so have a nice night!" the curly-haired intern wittily salutes before strutting off with her satchel.

Smiling, you turn into Javi and whisper, "Did I tell you how damned sexy you look tonight?" before kissing his jaw and taking in his spiced scent.

"Nope," Javi clucks derisively as he leads you two to the bar. "I'm likely to look better after a drink or two," he quips, and you snicker and shake your head at him.

Ellis and Anita seem to have had the same idea and approach the bar as well, so now that you're a foursome, you shoot the breeze for a bit – a period in which Javi catches up with the rest of you in the drink and snacks department – before you realize you haven't seen Sasha since before Francesca left. You spot Nikolai, the sentinel of a man, stoically at the opposite end of the bar nursing his glass of vodka, but not his ward.

"So, Sasha told us some interesting stories," Anita chimes and pulls your attention back. "Studio54? Dancing the night away and going to class the next morning?"

"Haha, I'm gonna have to grab him by the scruff and give him a shake!" you chide aloofly and sip your drink while Javier leans his elbow against the bar and grunts.

"How'd you two meet?" he inquires in a mellow baritone as he finishes his latest drink.

"Through his younger sister, Irina. We both went to school together, and one summer when I stayed in the dorms, she let me tag along to a club Sasha could get us both into," you regale as you give the sprawling hall another glance, trying to spot your friend. "We've all been friends ever since. Whenever I'm in New York, we try to meet up."

Javi hums, trying hard to keep his surly envy at bay. When he feels the impulse to inquire more pointedly about your relationship with the man, he shakes it off and decides to excuse himself to the restroom. While you, Ellis and Anita continue to chat at the bar, Javi enters the men's room in the outer hall of the museum. He's brooding, tersely letting his thoughts spiral while he stands at the urinal and unzips to relieve himself. At first glance, the restroom had been empty, but the longer he's at the urinal, the more he starts picking up on the sounds of someone in the bathroom stall at the end of the row – the one tucked the furthest away from the entrance of the men's room.

But the more his hearing sharpens, the clearer it becomes that said stall is occupied by what sounds like two people making out. The sound of breathy gasps and the rustling of clothes from what he imagines being a heated session of fondling or foreplay grows louder to his ears once he's finished at the urinal. So, befuddled, Javier tucks himself back into his slacks and flushes before loping cautiously to a sink basin in the middle of the long counter. The couple must've realized they were no longer alone, because the torrid sounds cease from the stall while Javier washes his hands.

Then, the stall door opens, and a fresh-faced, chiseled-jaw catering server exits hurriedly, looking a bit flustered as he smoothens out his white dress shirt's collar and buttons his matching jacket closed whilst he passes behind Javi for the exit. Before Javi can jump to a conclusion, Sasha walks out of the stall in an unhurried, casual pace and parks at a sink basin down from Javi.

There is nothing but the echoing silence and the running water from the sink faucet as Sasha lathers his palms dutifully.

"You make her very happy."

Sasha's remark is factual and devoid of jealousy or grievance as he washes his hands and stares appraisingly at himself in the mirror. He only glances at Javi in their reflection when the agent stares guardedly at him.

"I don't think I've ever seen her more content, so, I hope you keep it up," Sasha remarks offhandedly before shutting the faucet and drying his hands with a paper towel, tossing it into the trash, and turning on his heel to saunter out of the restroom and back to his premiere.

The entire encounter sobered Javi right up.

He felt like a complete idiot for not having picked up on the eccentric man's vibe before, but chalks it up to letting his jealousy take over at the mere sight of his elegant swagger, which he seemed to exude more around you. Not to mention at how his hand had confidently wrapped around your waist and the affection you clearly had for each other. He's gruffly chiding himself for letting such a bad habit rear up in him again. Clearly he'd been misreading things, so he shelves them and rejoins you at the bar, feeling more at ease now.

Sasha is regaling the others about some silly story involving you both at some club in Brooklyn when Javier sidles in next to you and listens in, feeling all jealousy ebb out of him finally.

"—Oh no! Don't skip over your little moment that night," you exclaim and cut him off, grinning deviously when Sasha pulls on his collar and grimaces. "This one left me at the bar to get hassled by every wannabe Travolta only to rush back looking like he'd been ravished and goes: 'This big drunk lady pushed me up against the wall and kissed me!'" When Sasha face palms and the Roses react, you add for dramatic effect, "So, now mad, I go track her down to slap her for kissing him without his consent, and when I find the big drunk lady? It's a drag queen I've seen downtown, and I end up yelling at her for being so rude and the whole time Sasha is trying to yank me away—"

"I was mortified and couldn't believe you were yelling up at this Paul Bunyan in a dress and wig with such conviction!" Sasha cuts in while everyone laughs.

Even Javi chuckles, endeared by the zany mental image conjured for him by the lively anecdote. He's grinning behind the rim of his glass at your sassy retort when he catches Sasha glance over at the catering server he'd seen him with in the bathroom. The guy is collecting empties from a nearby bar top table and shooting glances at Sasha. You spot the charged glimpses between them too, and snicker before swatting Sasha teasingly and giving him a saucy grimace.

Your group share in amiable banter for a little while more until Ian comes over and asks Sasha to come say goodbye to some VIP guests, since the event was officially winding down.

"Ah, we should head out too, girlie," Ellis declares before kissing your cheek. "It was great to meet you, Sasha!" He shakes your friend's hand and smiles when Anita says her goodbyes as he pats Javi on the shoulder and mutters, "Get her home safe, or else."

"What have you been telling these guys about me," Javi chides jokingly to you as he pats Ellis on the back and kisses Anita goodbye on the cheek.

"The truth: that you drive me insane," you quip cheekily and giggle when he grunts and irreverently nuzzles you. "See you guys. Drive safe!"

"It was a treat, you two!" Sasha calls out to the Roses as they shuffle out through the waning crowd. "Gotta schmooze these guys before Ian kneecaps me. Be right back," your charismatic friend winks at you both before loping off to join his harried business manager's side by one of the sculptures.

"Shit, we should head out soon too, corazón," Javi purrs in your ear and shows you his watch.

"Spend the night at my place?" you propose and graze your nose along his jaw when you take his arm and wrap it around yourself.

Javi nuzzles your neck, breathing in your soft perfume, and hums amusedly. "Sounds good to me," he husks and kisses your cheek.

Once Sasha has returned, the three of you exchange fun, congenial banter about the event for a little while longer before you serenely smile and declare, "We're going to call it a night, bub."

"Ugh, fine, leave me to my boredom," Sasha dramatically huffs and gestures to usher you both to the exit. "I'll walk you out. I already told Nikolai to get the car so I could sneak out before Ian makes me talk to more people," he grumbles haughtily in a low tone and nods for you all to skedaddle out before you're noticed.

The night air is warm but comfortable as you strut down the steps with Javi holding onto your arm on one side while Sasha goofily tags along on your other side. Once you reach the landing before the front curb, Javi takes one look at your heels and decides, "I'm gonna get the car, hermosa."

"Ok," you smile and squeeze his hand before he starts bounding agilely over to the sidewalk, deciding to take his time so you two can talk more and he can use the walk to the SUV as a smoke break.

"It'll give me time to tell her about the bathroom," Sasha calls out jokingly to Javi as he puts his arm around your waist and grins wolfishly at him.

"I'm sure," Javi chuckles as he strides off to cross the street towards where he'd parked his car.

"What?!" you exclaim and glance inquisitively at Sasha.

"That cute himbo in the uniform?" he drawls and bounces his brows, earning a wry scoff from you. "We had a little necking session in the stall when your gallant hunk came in to take a piss."

"Oh my god," you snicker and hide your grin behind your palm. "Jesus Christ, Sasha—"

"What? I didn't ask him to join in or anything!" he counters, and then impishly purrs low in your ear, "Although, while not really my type, he's handsome. I wouldn't mind doing another ménage à trois—"

"That was more for you to enjoy than it ever really did it for me, bub," you jab and purse your lips at him amusedly when he deadpans a hum of disapproval. "Javi and I don't share each other anyway," is your offhanded lilt as you adjust your clutch's chain higher on your bare shoulder. "So? Anything else happen in the men's room?"

"Well, I told him that I've never seen you so content, that he clearly makes you happy, and I hope he can keep it up," he comments as he delicately brushes a rogue strand of hair from framing your face to instead be tucked behind your ear.

"Was that before or after you had the server blow you?" you crassly jibe and idly adjust the rose to sit straighter in his vest's pocket.

"It was just necking, ketsele," he grouses. "But maybe I'll invite him to blow me on the drive back to the hotel—"

"Ugh, Sasha. You need to be safe," you admonish and grip the back of his neck. "Wear a condom—"

"Yes, ima," he deadpans and rolls his eyes, so you shove him lightly for referring to you as 'mother' in Yiddish. "I always use protection since you hit me that one time—"

"Oh please, I didn't hit you," you snicker, smiling when he twists his lips ruefully at you. "I smacked you, which is different."

"Yeah, sure, you mean little kitten," he teases and sobers in his silly demeanor when he spots Javier driving over en route for pulling up along the curb. "Want to come over to the hotel for dinner tomorrow?"

"I'd love that," you reply, choosing not to mention 'we need to talk about you and Irina,' and just smile when he escorts you down to the curb once Javi's parked.

"Will he mind?" he whispers, checking to make sure, and you snicker and give him a scoffed look that says 'of course not!' just as Javi gets out to round the car and open the door for you.

"I'm so proud of you, Sasha," you tell him and give him a warm hug. "Enjoy your night, safely," is your taunting lilt and wink as you take Javi's hand and let him help you get in the car.

Once he's made sure you're in, he closes the door for you and turns to shake Sasha's hand. "Congratulations on the collection," he rumbles charismatically and squeezes his palm tight before telling him smoothly, "It was nice meeting you."

"Same here, Javi. Thanks for coming out," Sasha gives him a broad, genuine smile before patting him on the shoulder and glancing between you both to purr, "You two have a good night."

You wave at him and watch Sasha sprint to his waiting getaway car – a luxury town car driven by Nikolai, while Javi rounds the SUV and slides into the driver's seat.

After Javier pulls out and onto the avenue, you tuck your clutch on the seat beneath your thigh so you can reach over the center console and plant a flirty kiss to his cheek. "Tan guapo. I can't wait to get you home," you purr and sit back in your seat, but slide your hand over to rest on his upper thigh. "I had so much fun tonight."

He smirks handsomely and pats your hand on his thigh while the other steers. "I'm glad, querida. I had fun, too. It was nice to finally meet your friends," he rumbles affably, keeping an eye on the road as he drives over to your side of town. "Sasha's an eccentric, interesting guy," Javier remarks, earning your wry snicker and affectionate squeeze of his thigh. "Sounds like you two have always been buddy-buddy."

"Yeah! He put up with me and I would rein his shamelessness in when he needed it. We made a fun team," you chime, waxing nostalgic. "Some of the greatest times I've had were with Sasha."

Grunting, Javi glances over and asks offhandedly, "He told you about the men's room?"

You scoff humorously and give him a lopsided smile. "Yeah. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. He's always been a little brazen like that," you tell him.

"Nah, it's fine. Actually, it was an odd ice breaker, if that makes sense," Javi chuckles and smiles when you balk in surprise. "Does he always size up the guys you're seeing?"

"Haha, did he size you up?" you ask and pat his thigh. "Do I have to yell at him at dinner tomorrow for being intimidating?"

"Pfft, yeah fucking right," he scoffs, driving through your neighborhood now. "Hm, you two having dinner tomorrow night, then?"

"Mmhmm. Hope that's ok. I'll be over right after," you murmur silkily and start rubbing your hand along the length of his thigh.

"Good," he drawls and starts heading down the street leading to your apartment complex. "So, what did Sasha think about that guy you hooked up with when you were last in New York? Was he as harsh in his opinion of him as he's likely to be tomorrow about me?" Javier quips as he eyes a vacant spot at the corner of your complex and approaches to park.

Your smile falters. "Um, no," you parcel out before replying flatly, "Sasha's who I hooked up with."

Javi lets out an amused exhale and glances at you, but when he sees your ambivalently tense features, his expressions shutters in, and he absently turns away to stare straight ahead, going through the motions of parking in the spot before shutting the car off. A silent beat weighs the space between you, until he shifts in his seat and stares intensely at you.

"You had sex with him," he states rather than asks.

"Yes," you answer, wringing your hands in your lap as you hold his gaze.

"…So let me get this straight. Your good friend, who I watched all night put his hands all over you, and I didn't slug out of respect for you, actually fucked you," Javi grounds out, glare now boring into you incredulously. "You fucked him."

"Yes," you answer, slowly feeling that sinking sensation just as you recall and realize Javi had once told you he wouldn't get mad over you telling him about your previous lovers as long as you weren't still messing with any of them. "It's not what you think, Javi—"

"How many times have you fucked each other," he growls irascibly, eyes dark and expression etching with mounting anger.

"Javi—"

"How many?!" he snaps and props his hand behind the headrest of your seat and grips the steering wheel with the other hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. The trepidation wells in you, tangling up your feelings and making you truly nervous to tell him. He must read it plain on your face, because he exhales a stuttered huff and wrings his hand over his tersely scowling features. "You've both been involved the entire time you've known him…for years…" he growls contumely, silently filling in all of the infuriating blanks himself – picturing you and Sasha reveling in each other on and off from the time you were jailbait to as recently as a month ago.

"It's not like that, Javi!" you find yourself insisting and reaching for him, but when your hand touches his shoulder, he stiffens, so you imploringly beseech, "Please, listen to me—"

"You let me fucking shake his hand – pal around with him while the whole time he's fucking smirking in my face knowing he's had you!" Javier thunders and whirls on you, eyes blazing with rancor now. "He's been with you so many goddamn times that he made a fucking effigy to you!"

Stunned into baffled bewilderment, you exclaim, "W-What?!"

"That sculpture! He's so fucking in love with you that he sculpted you in pinche hierro y vidrio," he bellows in response, on a complete tear now as he verbally slashes, "You never even told me that not only was your dear Sasha a man, but someone you've spent a lifetime having sex with—!"

"Wait a goddamn minute!" you cut in and snarl, "What the fuck are you even ranting about?! You sound ridiculous! He's my friend – and yes, we've hooked up over the course of our friendship. But raving about a piece of art like it's some sort of affront to you?! Just because you're fucking jealous over nothing?" you pause your verbal lashing to snap your seatbelt off and pivot angrily to be able to glare at him head on as you scathe, "Are you slut-shaming me right now because I hooked up with Sasha before I ever fucking met you?! Or because I slept with him after you disappeared from my fucking life?!"

Javier doesn't know how to respond to either of the allegations, so instead he shouts, "I'm not slut-shaming you, but I am furious with you for keeping your relationship with him from me! Had I not commented offhandedly about it, would you have ever fucking mentioned that you two have had a sexual relationship?!"

"Does it matter that we did?" you disarmingly ask in a disconcerted tone. The look in your eyes has him reeling, but when you add, "It doesn't matter to me. I didn't even think about it because I'm with you. I love you—" Javier shakes his head at you as he fists a hand through his hair.

"Not enough to avoid making me look like fucking fool the entire goddamn night," Javier counters disparagingly and scoffs at you.

That triggers something volatile to snap in you. "Oh, so you've finally gotten a taste of what that's like – being made to look like a fucking fool," you seethe before viciously sneering, "Going más alpha macho asshole on me now because of someone I used to fuck, when I have to find out you're fucking flirting wives of informants up at a bar and wonder exactly why you didn't just take her into detention, let alone fucking tell me about it!" When a flicker of guilt crosses his expression before it's quickly replaced by his angry confusion, you hiss, "You're still a fucking mentiroso! But then you have the gall to treat me like some whore—"

"I'd started telling you about it when you cut me off and then didn't tell me something, so how the fuck am I a goddamned liar now?!" Javi growls, shoulders winding back as he furiously exhales when you grab for your clutch and make to go exit the car, so he antagonizes, "Go ahead and storm off like a brat."

He can feel the drop in pressure when you whip back around at that and slam your clutch onto the dashboard before you glare daggers at him and verbally napalm, "Your buddy Stechner mentioned it Friday night when he barged into my office! And rather than accusingly ask you while you were jumping off of fucking balconies, I waited patiently for you to tell me. Why didn't you? Furthermore, why the fuck did you flirt her up at a bar, then go after her husband, only to not secure her in custody? Does she mean something to you? Because that's the only reason that makes sense for you fucking that whole operation up so royally."

It's all too much for his raging mind to absorb in one fiercely delivered detonation. So instead, Javier shelves it and bites out, "Yeah well, I didn't fuck her. I can't say the same for you and Sasha, though, can I?"

The flippant jab lights your true wrath now like a stick of dynamite.

"No, I suppose you can't. But I can safely say that you can go fuck yourself thinking about it, seeing as I am through being berated by such an insecure man over who I fucked before him," you tell him in a fearsomely even tone and grab your clutch, ready to truly exit on that, when Javier suddenly grabs your upper arm and yanks you back.

"Then I suppose it takes an insecure, vindictive woman like you to know one. Seeing as you've gone out of your way to make plenty of 'em and leave them reeling in your wake," Javi hisses darkly before dismissively letting your arm go.

The hurt that jabs through you is like a hot dagger to the chest, plunging sharp and deep. You hiccup a lonesome, vicious laugh and turn your face away from him. "Eres un maldito desgraciado…" you thinly curse before adding with hushed scorn, "It was only a matter time before you found a reason to hurt me."

That cracks through Javier's anger, and his feelings tangle up in him while a knot forms in his chest when you stalk out of the car and slam the door. He detachedly watches you go in the rearview mirror until his gaze becomes blurry from having to rapidly blink his eyes as he tries to rein in his dizzying fury. Once he's able to take a breath without having it stutter in his chest, Javier buries his face in his hands and tries to regain his composure. But his heart hurts, and his temples feel like they'll burst as he reels over and over in the tempest of acrimony he kicked up and got vehemently swept up in.

He regrets everything he said. As he sits there, regret chips away at his anger, jealousy and resentment, leaving him writhing and raw. Javi replays it over – hears the betrayal in your scornful parting words, fixating on the pain in your voice when you told him, "…you found a reason to hurt me..."

Before Javi has registered the impulse, he's storming out of the car and sprinting onto the sidewalk to rush across your courtyard and up the steps to your apartment's door. The lights are off under the door, and he can hear the muffled sound of water running somewhere in the interior.

He knocks, but you don't call out or answer the door. "Querida…I'm sorry. I-I…" Javi stammers, hoping you'll hear him. "I never meant to hurt you. You didn't deserve any of that. I-I love you—"

A door slams inside the apartment, and the muffled sound of running water is gone now. Javier fists his hand, pressing it into the door and grinds his forehead in frustrated upset against it, swearing contumely at himself before looking at the keys in his hand. He still has your apartment key, and it glints in the lowlight of the outer sconce at him, but he shakes his head and decides he dare not enter your space like this.

Downtrodden, he turns and retraces his path back to the car, where he gets in and dejectedly drives himself back to his apartment building. If Javi knew that you'd slammed the bathroom door after you'd stripped heatedly out of your clothes only to succumb to the wracking hurt? That you'd dissolved into a puddle of tears while sitting in the tub so the shower cascade could beat down over your head as you lost yourself to the sobs? He would've been gutted. Everything in him would've splintered apart and he would've begged your forgiveness.

As he storms into his cold, dark apartment, he resolves to do just that anyway, but doesn't know if you'll ever forgive him for reacting so irately and unleashing such vitriol. Why? Because he realized now it was unwarranted.

While you crawl into bed, feeling empty and alone, Javi lies on the still-sullied bedding and curses ever going to the art show before amending that no, he curses himself for getting so outraged over the shock of your admittance that he'd sabotage your relationship over a perceived affront he was growing more and more uncaring of. When faced with the reality of losing you, the thought of you and Sasha having been intimate meant absolutely nothing to him now, and he felt hollow from the realization.

Resolving to undo the damage, Javi strips out of his clothes before fitfully falling asleep with the notion of giving you space before he approaches you and begs for everything said to be undone.

He doesn't know that you're shutting down your heart and becoming numb and unfeeling to the abject hurt, and can't see a path where you ever allow him in again.

You both will find out soon just how oppressive the harsh words spoken can be when they refuse to free you of the hurt.

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Read Chapter 27: Hurt

Spanish-English Glossary:

Gruñendo = Growling; grumbling

Guapita = Sassy/foxy/daring/testy lady

Fresco = a guy who's being 'fresh', or naughty/pervy

Malcriada/malcriado = brat/spoiled

"¿Qué? = What?

Querida/querido = Affectionate term, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Agente = Agent

Directora = Director (female)

Hermosa = Beautiful

Pórtate bien = Be good/Behave

Chulo/Chulito = cute guy; little cutie

Que malo eres = You're so bad; You're so mean

Pobrecito = Poor baby; poor baby boy

Chancleta = Sandal

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Guapetón = Super handsome, good-looking guy

Traviesa = Naughty/Mischievous girl

Ay, Javi. Me mareo = Oh Javi. I'll get dizzy

Capos = Crime bosses

Tan pinche atrevida = So fucking daring

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Cariño = Darling/sweetheart

Guapito = affectionate way of calling a man handsome (in the diminutive term)

Beyako = Puerto Rican slang for horny/naughty guy; akin to "horn dog"

Malvadita = Wicked little girl

Corazón = Heart; pet name to signify how deeply you love someone

Tan guapo = So handsome

Pinche hierro y vidrio = Fucking steel and glass

Mentiroso = Liar (male)

Eres un maldito desgraciado = You're a damned, disgraceful/miserable wretch

Thanks for reading! Please consider leaving a comment and sharing your feedback. I would be eternally grateful.

#Heat - Narcos fanfic #Javier Peña #Javi Peña #Javi x Querida #Narcos #Narcos fan fiction #Javi Pena Narcos #Javi Pena fan fiction #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal characters #Javier Peña fan fiction #Javi Peña x Latina OFC

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ourlittleforever · 2 years

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there is always some madness in love. but there is also always some reason in madness. ♡ millie x dooku

heart shaped bed - nicole dollanganger ♡ just hold me through these lonely nights / we'll have a blue wedding tonight / hold me through these lonely nights / we'll have a blue wedding tonight

pink in the night - mitski ♡ and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right / can i try again, try again, try again?

kiss me - ed sheeran ♡ i've been feeling everything / from hate to love/ from love to lust / from lust to truth / I guess that's how I know you / so i hold you close to help you give it up

only - ry x ♡ i was a ghost / halted in flight / kneeling / there of the heart / god undertow / feeling / i was only falling in love

turning page - sleeping at last ♡ i surrender who i've been for who you are / for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart / if i had only felt how it feels to be yours / well i would have known / what i've been living for all along

sunlight - hozier ♡ each day, you'd rise with me / know that i would gladly be / the icarus to your certainty / oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight / strap the wing to me / death trap clad happily / with wax melted, i’d meet the sea / under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

a thousand years - christina perri ♡ and all along i believed i would find you / time has brought your heart to me / i have loved you for a thousand years / i'll love you for a thousand more

work song - hozier ♡ my babe would never fret none / about what my hands and my body done / if the lord don't forgive me / i'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

promise - ben howard ♡ and promise me this / you'll wait for me only / scared of the lonely arms / that surface, far below these birds

3 rounds and a sound - blind pilot ♡ blooming up from the ground / 3 rounds and a sound / like whispering, you know me / you know me

like the dawn - the oh hellos ♡ and you will surely be the death of me / but how could I have known?

easy to love - ivan & alyosha ♡ we've been through that / and we came out on top because / you're really easy to love

my dove, my lamb - phosphorescent ♡ though my sight be near and though my way be long / though the light i chase be disappeared by dawn / i have seen her standing on the roofs at night / i have seen her silver figure bathed and bright / i have seen her sleeping in the cold white sand / my dove, my dove, my lamb

#self ship #self x canon #selfship #self insert #reason in madness #ok to rb #i am so proud of this hehe #this playlist took me so long to perfect but i love it now #Spotify

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phoukanamedpookie · 4 years

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Metamorphosis (Ruby x Christina)

energy

“A butterfly lives a full life before it dies. And a caterpillar emerges from the same cells, the essence of the butterfly, yet different. It's more.”

The autumn moon shines upon Christina Braithwhite as the last of her life blood cools and forms a red halo around her pale hair. In her blood-splattered dress, she is death’s ghastly bride, the clear blue eyes frozen open for eternity. So beautiful and tragic. Alas, poor Ophelia, succumbed to madness. Alas, poor Christina, condemned to rot beneath the stones.

There has been so much death in this place. Its essence lingers about the foundations like smoke from the charred flesh of burnt offerings. With this final sacrifice of the last of Titus’ line (for now), the body of Christina Braithwhite splits open, exposing innards and bones, spilling an ocean of blood. A sea of red parts, and a new Christina steps out from the chrysalis of the old, a banquet of firsts spread out before her.

intention

“An incantation isn't a spell. The words aren't enough. To cast you need energy, intention, and a body. That's how you upset the balance of nature without a disaster.”

Pieces of the old Christina cling to the new, and she remembers.

A thick fog of loneliness following her everywhere she went, growing thicker as each year passed by.

Men in robes chanting in humankind’s first tongue. There is power in their mutterings, but no art. To them, magic is only a means to gain power over other men. They wield the words of Adam as they wield any other blunt tool, like a new law, a signed check, or a bullet. How small their ambitions, how limited their vision. She could’ve shown them what was possible, if they’d let her learn.

She used to hate these men. Now she just pities them. They could not teach her what they themselves never knew. They only saw what magic does, not what magic is. Magic is freedom. Why would these men hoarding all their power and privilege, know or care about that?

A rare smile of pure joy spreading across her face as she casts her first spell on her own. The butterflies she conjured slowly ascend, sunlight shining on their iridescent wings as they take off in flight, beautiful and free.

The growl of a mechanical engine as her car speeds down the pavement, a silver bolt of lightning. The wind whips her skin and hair as she goes faster, faster, faster.

A man so like her he could be her twin, or herself as another self.

A woman. Mother? No, not mother. Mother is thin and cool and pale, a ghost of a woman. This one is warm and dark. Bountiful, lush, and so, so alive.

Brown thighs parting for her, offering up the soft, hot fruit between them. She lunges forward and devours, its juices slick on her lips. Her heart soars at the sound of soft cries as the woman comes apart.

Memory and fantasy melt together as the new Christina touches herself without the shame her old self pretended not to have. Her climax comes closer, closer, closer.

Intent takes shape. She must find this woman and be with her again. Then, just like that, a tear opens in space, and Christina steps through.

body

“Every step of my ascension has been meticulously planned out. [...] The only variable was time. And now you.”

The woman lies in a narrow bed, a neatly folded blanket stretched over her. A long tube draws blood from her arm to a large glass beaker half-filled with bubbling red liquid.

Christina remembers expressive brown eyes that once shined with mirth, hardened with anger, softened with sorrow, blazed with lust. Now those eyes are shut (forever?).

For the first time in this new life, Christina knows sadness. There are other firsts too. Pain, deep and sharp, so deep and sharp that she wonders why she doesn’t bleed. Longing, an acute hunger that nothing and no one but this woman could ever fill. Remorse crushing the air out of her new lungs.

Christina sits on the bed next to the woman and tenderly holds her hand, hoping (another first) to feel warmth, but she is so, so cold (her first disappointment). In her old life, there was a story about a sleeping princess who was awakened by a kiss. She tries it now, planting a kiss upon the full, painted lips. She waits for the beautiful brown eyes to flutter open, but they don’t.

A deep ache takes root in her chest, spreads through her body like a web of thorns. Her first tear spills from her eye and splashes upon a smooth, brown forehead.

She sits in the empty chair next to the bed and lays her head down. She laces her fingers with the woman’s, drifting toward slumber to the sound of her deep, soft breaths. Soon, her eyes close, and she dreams for the first time.

incantation

"'It's like being unmade.' That's what you said about the transformation, but that's not what I saw when I was fucking you. I saw someone being reborn."

In her dream, she’s driving. The engine roars as she floors the accelerator, pushing the odometer past seventy-five, eighty, eight-five miles per hour. The woman sits in the passenger’s seat, gripping her hand almost as tight as Christina is gripping the steering wheel. The flaming colors of dusk paint her luscious brown skin with a soft, warm glow. Her ample bosom heaves deliciously as she tosses her head back, lips parted.

In her dream, she’s pulled the car over to the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. The woman sits on the hood, engine purring gently beneath her, as Christina showers hot, hungry kisses upon lips and neck and breast. Now the woman’s skirt is hitched above her waist, and she squirms delightfully while Christina’s fingers stroke the swollen bud of flesh they find under the soaked panties.

In her dream, Christina leans against the car while the woman kneels before her and unfastens her slacks, hooking her fingers into the waistband and sliding them down pale, narrow hips, eyes glazed with lust. The woman licks her lips, gives Christina’s aching cunt a few teasing laps then puts her whole mouth on her and tastes deeply.

In her dream, dusk has become night, and the woman kneeling before her, licking and sucking, is now touching herself. Christina wants to speak, wants to ask the woman if she likes doing this to her, wants to tell her how filthy and beautiful she is, but all that comes out is a deep, guttural moan as her whole body shudders as she comes and comes and comes.

As Christina dreams of kissing the woman, tasting the cum and lipstick smeared on her face—so fucking gorgeous—her first word falls from her lips, soft and gentle, barely above a whisper.

“Ruby.”

From the bed, there is a sharp gasp, and a pair of deep brown eyes fly open.

#ruby x christina #fic: metamorphosis #rubystina #pookie's fanfic

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Scott Hall x Fem Reader- "What's New, Pussycat (Doll)?"

2002 would be one helluva year for the professional wrestling world.

The former World Wrestling Federation now changed its name to World Wrestling Entertainment, all thanks to the World Wildlife Fund also going by the abbreviation WWF.

The World Wildlife Fund has existed since the 1960's, why didn't they fight for the World Wrestling Federation's abbreviations during the 80's and 90's?

Despite that 2 other pro wrestling companies, WCW and ECW, went out of business in 2001, another new wrestling company known as TNA (Total Nonstop Action) has made its debut in 2002, giving the WWE competition.

Speaking of WCW, the NWO, arguably the most iconic wrestling faction of all time, the wrestling faction that would increase WCW's ratings and make the WWF want to climb for ratings again, have now reformed in 2002, however, they were mostly a mere shell of their former selves.

The epitome of a certain NWO member that was a mere shell of his former self was Scott Hall, otherwise known as Razor Ramon when he was in the WWF, who was killing himself with alcohol.

By the end of 2002, Scott Hall left the WWE due to his alcoholism.

You're both happy and sad he's leaving the WWE, even though you won't have moments with him in the WWE, you're glad he is getting help, as well as this...

Before the Pussycat Dolls became an oversexualized, best selling girl group, they originally started off as a burlesque act.

A burlesque act that not only brought burlesque back to the 21st Century, but featured female celebrities in this act and had women performing burlesque but not taking their clothes off.

Some female celebrities who have been Pussycat Dolls include Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, Charlize Theron, Carmen Electra, Gwen Stefani, Christina Applegate, there was even a moment in "Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" where they performed as Pussycat Dolls.

You were a female celebrity who got popular in the World Wrestling Federation, you were even the most popular woman in the WWF during the late 90's, surpassing Sunny, Chyna and Sable, and you had left the WWF in the year 2000.

You made a few guest appearances in the WWF/E from 2000 to 2002, but you were barely in the WWF/E during those years.

Of course, you had to jump on the Pussycat Dolls bandwagon, how could you not?

You even asked a few WWE divas like Stacy Keibler, Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson if they would like to be Pussycat Dolls, which you're sure they would love to, especially Stacy.

Sable probably wouldn't mind being a Pussycat Doll too.

Scott Hall has always been a ladies' man, even during his Razor Ramon days, and even Razor Ramon's character was a ladies' man too.

He had a crush on you since you were a ringrat, and you've had a few affairs with him.

He knew about the Pussycat Dolls burlesque act, which already gave him a stiffy, but when he heard how you're performing in the Pussycat Dolls burlesque show, he had to see you.

On his birthday at the end of 2002, when he left the WWE, he attended a Pussycat Dolls burlesque show and sat front row, eagerly awaiting you.

Scott sent you an email about how he was attending a PCD show and it was his birthday, that made you so happy, and you had a surprise from him.

As the first few bass notes began playing to Peggy Lee's "Fever", you had strolled down the stage dressed in a black bra and matching swishy micro miniskirt with matching black boots that reached slightly below your knees, your fingers wrapped around a microphone.

When Scott attended this show, he was so tempted into pulling his cock out and masturbating, but he didn't want a Pee Wee Herman situation where he'd get arrested for masturbating in public.

Your eyes found Scott sitting front row in the audience, wearing an NWO shirt so you can probably recognize him.

Deep down inside, you lit up seeing him, but you were trying to contain yourself from getting too overexcited.

You grinned from ear to ear seeing him, your eyes were looking at him.

His eyes were glued to you, even though he wanted to look at some of the other women on stage as well.

As you walked on stage to the bass notes, you moved the microphone you were holding to your lips, and some other sexy, scantily clad women were strutting with you on the stage.

Scott's penis was rising up more and more as you walked towards him, although his jeans interfered his erection.

"Never know how much I love you" you crooned while looking at Scott. "Never knew how much I care"

You were trying to sound and look as sexy as possible whilst you sauntered up to him, you were singing this song to him, a song that describes how you feel about him.

He had a grin on his face as you walked up him, his pants were feeling tighter as you were approaching him.

When you got close enough to him, you put your fingers under his chin and slightly lifted his chin.

"When you put your arms around me" you sang as you looked at him. "I get a fever that's so hard to bear"

Although, you don't have any arms around you right now, and you aren't putting your hand on your forehead and arching your head back like you really do have a fever.

"You give me fever" you expressed, his legs were now in between your legs, where you began to swirl your hips and ass in a 360 degree angle to the song as you lowered your lap to his lap.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight" you sang as you sat and straddled his lap, although he didn't kiss you or wrap his arms around you.

"Fever!" you chirped "In the morning, fever all through the night"

When you sang the last line, you leaned into the side of his face, smiling and grinning at him.

"You can touch me if you want" you told him "Papi"

That really got him, and he perked up in more ways than one when heard you say it's okay to touch him, even more so that you called him "Papi".

As the bass notes played, you began to roll and gyrate your pelvis forward onto his lap, which made his eyes look down at your lap grinding and rolling up on his lap.

You can feel his erection poking and protruding through his jeans, and he grinned as you gave him this lapdance, biting his lower lip.

Scott might not be as sexy as he was back in the 90's, but he still is pretty damn hot.

How cute was he in NWO in '02 when he had that rag tied on top of his forehead?

You're tempted into grabbing the collar of his shirt and tearing it apart a la Hulk Hogan, so you can run your hands and fingers on his chest and through his chest hair, but nah.

Since you said it was okay to him to touch you, one of his hands was behind your ass, where his fingers gave you a squeeze of one of your ass cheeks.

Some of the backup dancers saw him grab your ass, they could nearly spread ear to ear smiles, although some probably think he's some pervert trying to grab you.

You then tried rotating your body around where now your back was pressing on his torso, lifting one of your legs over both of his legs and turning your body around.

You spread your legs wide open while you sat on his lap, much to his dismay he couldn't see your legs wide open, though you began to roll and grind your ass vertically up his crotch.

"Sun lights up the daytime" you sang, placing one of your hands on the side of his face while your head was turned and looking at him. "Moon lights up the night"

When you sang this, your hand on the side of his face slowly caressed down one of his cheeks (on his face), feeling the fuzzy facial hair on his face as your hand went down.

Your ass didn't just roll up his crotch, but your hips also swayed horizontally back and forth on his genitals, and you also began to sink your body down to the floor lower and lower, your back touching his torso.

"I light up when you call my name" you sang "And y'know I'm gonna treat you right"

You turned your body around and looked at him when you sang "y'know I'm gonna treat you right".

"Y'give me fever" you sang as you began to slowly walk around Scott, putting your hand on his chest and making that hand brush from his chest to his arm, where it turned and swerved to his back.

His eyes were looking at you as you walked around him.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight" you added, your hand sliding down below his shoulder down his chest.

His eyes looked at that hand sliding down his chest, and he can feel the touch of your hand over his shirt.

"Fever!" you exclaimed, although you didn't try to shout that in his ear. "In the mornin', fever all through the night"

He's been tempting to pull his wallet out and give you a dollar.

To hell with you, you're giving him fever!

He doesn't just want you, he wants some of those other Pussycat Dolls all over him, rolling their ass and crotch on his lap, having their hands all over him.

"Happy birthday" you whispered in his ear, giving him a kiss on the side of his face, which left your lipstick print on the side of his face.

You then slowly walked in front of him, where you bent your lower body down and started shaking your ass horizontally back and forth to the beat.

His eyes were staring at your ass and couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

You chose Peggy Lee's "Fever" to sing to him, because he gives you fever, not literally, but you do lust over him.

Later on after this performance, you sang Happy Birthday to him, and you actually invited him back to a hotel room, where you performed a striptease and lapdance for him and had some birthday sex with him, giving him a taste of your icing as well as his.

You actually have given a few famous professional wrestlers like Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Raven, Christian and Rob Van Dam lapdances and sang to them when you were a Pussycat Doll, you even gave Raven, Christian, Shawn and RVD lapdances for their birthday and sang to them at the PCD burlesque show.

You also asked some famous celebrity women who were Pussycat Dolls as well as just PCD dancers if they ever watch wrestling, and how you were giving these famous wrestlers lapdances.

Some of them want to sing and give lapdances to the Rock, arguably the biggest pro wrestling star of the early 2000's.

John Cena, Batista and Randy Orton were up and coming wrestlers in 2002 that had yet to become famous like they eventually would.

You even did a Pussycat Dolls routine in the WWE in 2002, where you wore lingerie whilst some Pussycat Dolls burlesque dancers danced behind you in the ring while you were singing a song.

In 2003, you were completely back in the WWE again, and you sang some of the songs you sang as a Pussycat Doll on WWE shows to Triple H and Shawn Michaels, as well as dressed as a Pussycat Doll.

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I didn't think of writing this fanfic today considering last week I wrote a fanfic where the fem reader gives a lapdance to Raven, but I typed it anyway since I planned it.

#scott hall #2002 #2000s #00s #pussycat dolls #wwe #fanfiction

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angelicmichael · 4 years

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Is This Love?

Xavier Plympton x serial killer! reader

Summary: Reader is looking for her next victim but stumbles across Xavier, which changes everything.

Warnings: Smoking weed, not a lot of violence but it definetly talks about death and killing A LOT like not really in detail but just be careful when reading, no smut but a extremly steamy makeout scene happens, and sex is also mentioned I think once but it’s kept pretty vague.

Words: 5.5k+

A/N: First of all, sorry this is so fucking long lmao also I’m sorry this took me so long to write!! This fic was heavily inspired by the songs ‘Is this love’? By whitesnake and the music video ‘Your Body’ by Christina Aguilera. I love true crime so trying to write from a serial killers perspective was actually pretty hard but fun!! This fic was originally ALOT darker but I basically turned it to be really fluffy instead and I added some humor so enjoy :) please let me know if you wanna be on my tag list!!! This fic is also about to be posted on my AO3 if y’all are interested. Okay bye ♥️

Next Chapter

You had a itch but it wasn’t the kind that could be relieved by scratching. It more of a urge, a need, something you had to do..

You needed to kill.

And it had to be soon. This urge, this feeling wasn’t anything new to you. Ever since your last kill which was about a month ago, you could feel the urge building up stronger and stronger until now.. and you couldn’t suppress this urge any longer without literally losing your mind.

However you couldn’t just kill anyone. You needed the perfect victim, someone who was beautiful. Someone who had facial features that looked like they hand carved by god himself. Your victim also couldn’t be a random lowlife nobody. That would never do. That was the thrill of it for you, it had to be a risk - someone who would be missed if they were gone. You knew it was risky but you didn’t care - easy victims were boring. Simple as that.

However, today you had signed yourself up for a jazzercise class to of course work on your figure but more importantly to find your next victim. It’s not like you were gonna find your next target at a grocery store, and you didn’t want to make the mistake of killing a celebrity. Celebrities seemed to infest California like god damn cockroaches, and you knew if you killed one there would be a man hunt for you. That would also be a easy way to get on the FBIs most wanted list.. no thank you.

So that’s why you were here you were for another jazzercise class.

They were perfect for victim hunting, you had spotted many of your precious victims through jazzercise classes. You knew you were a couple minutes late for today’s class but you wouldn’t let that stop you - if anything it was good because it would draw attention to yourself and let your potential victims notice you first.

You quickly paced into the building and it was easy to tell the class had already started. You could hear the music blaring from outside, that grew increasingly louder as you approached the room. You wore your hair down - dancing with your hair down made it about 100x easier to seduce just about anyone you set your eyes on. You also sported a extra tight outfit that showed off all the right parts of your body.. You were going to find your dream victim today. You just knew it.

You carelessly threw your bag you carried with you outside of the dance room before entering, you were already pretty fucking late. You really didn’t have any time to spare to drop it off at the locker room, and plus, you were always here taking various dance classes here so it’s not like the workers didn’t know you. You ripped open the door that lead into the room where your class would be held and quickly threw yourself into the room.

“Sorry”!

You half whispered as you nearly ran past the instructor and found a empty spot in the room. When you turned around you noticed the instructor gave you a quick wink and you couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous he was. He had frizzy blond hair, eyes so blue you could nearly drown in them and a beyond perfect body. He looked like a fucking ken doll. You knew it right then, he had to be yours. He was perfect.. too perfect.

You could barely contain yourself from grinning or jumping with joy at being able to locate your next victim so easily but you instead channeled your energy into your dance moves. Even if you couldn’t talk to him quite yet, you might as well impress him with your moves.. right?

It must’ve been working because throughout the entire class Xavier kept his eyes mostly on you, in fact it was a wonder if he looked anywhere else in the room.

Even though you were covered in sweat by the time the class was over, and in a desperate need of a shower, you still made sure you were the last one in the room.. And finding ways to stall and not look suspicious was embarrassingly difficult.

You left your bag outside of the room so the only thing you could do was drink your water painfully slow and look busy..

You were so preoccupied with trying to keep the illusion up of looking busy that you didn’t even notice that everyone else besides you had filed out of the room. You also didn’t notice that your hottie instructor was approaching you until you felt a light hand on your shoulder..

You jumped about a foot in the air - effectively spilling all of the water from your water bottle onto you. You let out a sharp screech as well.. and immeaditly felt the embarrassment start to course through your body as if someone injected you with some kind of ‘instant embarrassment iv’ or some shit. You felt the blood start to rush to your cheeks as you could only think of how stupid you probably looked.. your body was starting to sweat again as well, you didn’t even know you had anymore sweat left in you after that class.

‘So much for catching the perfect victim’.

You thought cynically. You could feel the frustration starting to manifest inside you as well, frustration from the lack of killing and the fact that you were now soaking wet. And cold, very fucking cold.

You kind of just stood there as you threw your (plastic) water bottle onto the ground and glared at the man who was in front of you.

“I am so sorry, are you okay”?

He asked. The ruthless and stoic expression you wore seemed to melt away quickly after you heard his words and even looked at his face. His words and concern seemed so genuine, you couldn’t help but feel bad for even glaring at the poor guy about two seconds ago. Even just by looking at him, you could tell he actually felt bad for what had happened. However, no sweet he looked, the frustration and the lust that you still felt to claim another life still lingered within you.

You also couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous he was up close. Typically people who looked beautiful from far away showed some flaws when they were looked at up close but you swear this man had absolutely no flaws. His skin was perfect, his hair, his eyes - and his lips looked so deliciously soft. How was this man even real?

You blinked a couple times and licked your lips as you realized that he was still waiting for a reply from you. Duh.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I could use a towel though”.

You giggled as you looked back down at your wet clothes and your wet self with shame.

“Oh yeah, of course! Towels are back here”.

He led you out of the dance studio and across the building, it wasn’t too far of a walk. On the walk over to get towels you two ran into a couple of people he knew, you assumed his close friends or maybe coworkers? It was hard to tell at a first glance. You didn’t stop to talk but just wave.. and you assumed they were his close friends by how they were all looking at you. They all seemed to look you up and down and one even gave you a wink. You assumed that this guy didn’t talk to many women.. and maybe this was why his friends seemed so excited to see you with him? Oh fuck, could he be gay?

Oh fuck.

You knew this whole thing was too good to be true. You would still be able to kill him if he was gay of course, being gay did not give someone a out of jail free card when it came to being murdered but seduction would be out of the equation for sure - and the whole act of seducing your victims before death was your favorite part.

Typically what you did to your victims was lead them on and make them think you were going to have sex with them - and then right before either of you would take your clothes off you would slit their throat with the knife you kept on you. That same knife was even in your bag right now but if this guy was really gay, your previous plan to end this guy would be a no go. You would have to get creative with this one.. or just give up entirely.

You were brought back into reality when you realized he was trying to lead you into a locker room, a men’s locker room to be specific. He stood in the doorway, gesturing for you to come inside but you hesitated. You bit your lip and contamplaited.. a quick look over your shoulder showed you that his friend group was nowhere in sight and either was anyone else really. No one would see you.

You grinned as you quickly turned your attention back to the man in front of you and followed him inside the locker room. You quickly observed that the locker room was completely vacant execpt for you two, thank god.

“So do I get to know your name”?

You said, still keeping a sweet smile on your face.

“Only if I get to know yours”.

He said, also sporting a small smile as he tossed you a cream colored towel that you catched.

“(y/n)”.

You replied.

“Xavier”.

“Makes sense that someone as pretty as you would have a pretty name to match”.

You said with a smirk, and you noticed how Xavier softly laughed and how his cheeks dusted a light pink color. He almost looked like he was embarrassed, it was fucking adorable really. You did a quick double take around the room to make sure you two were truly alone before you made your next move.

“There’s no cameras in here right”?

You asked, your fingers delicately holding the hem of your shirt. Xavier took a couple steps toward you, getting closer.

“No. There’s not babe”.

He said, he seemed to be studying you now - waiting for your next move. Maybe you were just imagining it but you swear you could just see a glint of lust in his eyes. You figured the fastest way to see if he was really gay or not would be to take your shirt off - his reaction would quickly tell you.

You took your other hand and hooked your fingers under your wet shirt and quickly pulled it off in one quick swipe, leaving you exposed in your bra. You dropped your shirt behind you on the floor, the wet noise it made as it hit the floor seemed to echo throughout the bare locker room. You gently put the towel Xavier gave you on the bench that was right next to you, judging by where things were going - you wouldn’t need the towel anymore.

“If I knew you were gonna take me here I wouldn’t have asked you for a towel, you know”.

You said, nearly whispering because he was so close now. You took a step closer to him, your faces only a couple inches a part now. You left your lips parted and you looked into his eyes.. and that was a fucking mistake. All of the common sense you were holding onto left and all thoughts you previously had seemed to thin out and dissolve into nothing.

You could taste his breath now he was so close. All it took was for him to put his hands on your waist and you gave in. You closed the distance that kept you two apart and you kissed him. Hard.

This was breaking one of your major rules that you kept for yourself as a serial killer. You tried to always make your victim make the first move - to kiss you first. This seemed to keep them on their toes and wanting more, and it kept you in control. However, being here with Xavier, all senseable thoughts you once had were long fucking gone. Right now, you didn’t care about anything else execpt for kissing him. Everything else seemed irrelevant, you just wanted to live in this moment forever.

The kiss started off sweet but it continued to grow more heated as you kissed him harder and harder. Your hands wasted no time in finding his shoulders as your nails started to dig into his skin. You impatiently bit his lower lip - wanting more.

You felt Xavier softly break away from you, but he didn’t move away too far from you, his face moved over to whisper in your ear,

“Jump”.

You instantly jumped and you felt him catch your legs, essentially holding you up as he continued to keep kissing you. You felt him take a couple steps and in this moment you didn’t care where he was even going too - you just.. felt different. Maybe it was a new emotion, but you felt peaceful for once in your life. And it felt way too fucking good to let go of. Not to mention you were beyond happy he wasn’t gay like how you suspected.. but it wasn’t your fault that you knew zero straight guys that instructeted jazzercise classes or wore short shorts and actually looked good doing it.

However.. You also felt something else and that was unprepared. It was clear to see where this makeout sesh was really headed too and your knife which was in your bag, was no where near you. In fact you had no fucking clue where it was which meant you couldn’t kill him now, you would have to ask him out.

You felt Xavier gently put you down on the ground, you could feel the rough surface of lockers poking up against your back. You were on the verge of mentioning how uncomfterable you were when you heard a deafening loud creak echo throughout the locker room. Someone was opening the fucking locker room door. Fuck!

You felt a jolt of anxiety run through you like electricity as you two instantly seperated, and tried to look as innocent as possible. You wiped your mouth and you and Xavier both stood up before you actually bothered to look who came into the locker room in the first place.

“Hey love birds”!

You heard a chirp, female

Voice. You couldn’t help but laugh- was it common for girls to just waltz in the men’s locker room? When she walked forward and came into view, You easily recognized her as one of the people from Xaviers friend group that was waving at you two ealier... In fact, she was the one who winked at you ealier as well.

“Nice to see you too ‘Tana”.

Xavier grumbled back, after he swiftly rolled his eyes. You assumed ‘Tana was short for Montana and she certainly looked like a interesting character.. espically if she frequently went into men’s restrooms. Her hair was a white bleached blonde - so bleached that her hair looked entirely stripped and dryer than the god damn Sahara desert. She had heavy blue eyeshadow on her eyelids and you couldn’t help but admire that she atleast tried to put a effort in her appearance.

Montana stood right next to Xavier and it was obvious to tell by the looks they exchanged that she wanted to talk to him - alone. She awkwardly shifted glances between you and Xavier and you bit your tongue, the realization hitting you like a freight train - what if this was his fucking girlfriend? Normally with victims you didn’t have to jump through so many hoops but Xavier was different. Something about him was very different from the rest of your victims but you were still trying to put your finger on exactly why. You cleared your throat and figured before you left like they wanted you too, you should atleast introduce yourself.

“Hi, I’m (y/n)”.

You said, sporting a smile as you took a step forward toward Montana to shake her hand. She took it and shook it a bit too roughly and spotted a grin that would even make the Cheshire Cat jealous.

“I’m Montana! It’s nice to finally know the name of one Xavier’s girlfriends”.

She said with a excited look on her face. You quickly opened your mouth to speak - this girl was pretty straight forward wasn’t she? Atleast you knew she wasn’t dating Xavier.

“Oh - im not his girlfriend, we actually just met but you know.. I wouldn’t mind changing that”.

You said, adding a playful wink and biting your lip while staring instensily at Xavier. You knew you were being incredibly straight forward as well but at this point you didnt care, you just wanted to see him again.

Xavier finally stopped looking at Montana and met your gaze as he took a couple steps toward you.

“Me too, babe. My place tonight at six? I’ll pick you up”.

Xavier said and you quickly gave him your address and awkwardly left the locker room with Montana’s stare burning holes through your back. Maybe she was just jealous?

It didn’t matter, after tonight Xavier wouldn’t exsist anyway so who even cared what this supposed friend of his thought of you... but. Something weird was happening to you. The thought of actually killing again made you happy - yes. Just the act of taking another’s life and seeing them suffer but having it be Xavier? You barely knew the guy but it almost made you sad to not be able to see him again after tonight. He really did seem like a sweet guy with good intentions but that never seemed to stop you before.

You went back to the lobby and quickly picked up your bag that you had left there (albeit carelessly) and you figured tonight you would bring your knife just in case. You had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to kill him tonight - the vibe felt off. Plus, since when had you been on a actual date that didn’t involve murder at the end?? The answer was never. You deserved to have a nice date, with a pretty person. Murder could wait until tommorow.

Montana and Xavier both stared at

you as you passed them, and watched as you left the locker room. However, they both held their breath until the locker room door completely shut close. Montana snapped her head forward once the door shut and decided to be the one who first spoke.

“Xavier, that person is not to be trusted”.

Montana took a couple steps toward him as she spoke. Xavier immeaditly furrowed his eyebrows in a look of confusion, he could feel himself automatically getting defensive. He loved Montana (as a friend of course) but he swore Montana took that love in a different way.. And this made it obvious. He just met you, why was Montana already investigating into you and making wild accusations? This made no sense unless perhaps Montana had feelings again for Xavier.

However Xavier merely crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.

“That’s funny coming from you”.

However, Montana didn’t laugh or even smile. She continued to look completely serious, as she spoke.

“I’m not kidding. I don’t care if shes pretty or a good kisser or whatever the hell. You need to promise me you won’t see them tonight like you said”.

Her voice first started out as harsh and then grew soft and almost vulnerable.

Xavier shifted in place and nervously licked his lips.

“Montana what the hell. I’m not just gonna blindly follow what you say”.

Xavier said, his words spitting venom as he spoke. At this point he really didn’t care if he was coming out as harsh - Montana had a boyfriend.. why couldn’t she just leave Xavier alone with this new girl he just met?

Montana stepped closer to Xavier and put both of her hands of his shoulders and looked him dead in the eye as she spoke.

“You need to listen to me Xavier or your going to get yourself killed”.

Montana’s cherry red lips turned into a snarl.

“I saw their bag in the lobby and there was a knife in it. It was a fucking big knife Xav, no one just carries a knife like that”.

Montana added but Xavier was still in denial. Xavier looked at the ground as he slightly paced back and forth in place.

“How big of a knife”?

Xavier asked quietly.

“Its a fucking butchers knife. I wouldn’t be worried if it was a pocket knife, Xavier”!

Montana replied and Xavier kind of froze. He didn’t know how to react, he knew all of the men that had gone missing as of lately. And he also knew that they were all around the same age and had the same appearance that he had. Could he really be the next victim? He felt tears start to prick at his eyes, there was no way. This girl he had met ealier was so sweet, just because she had a knife didn’t mean she was a fucking killer.. right?

All that Xavier could think to do in response to this was to look up at Montana sadly.

“Why were you going through their bag in the first place”?

Xavier asked, his voice coming out as jagged and rough with emotion. However, Montana still continued to act stoic as she nearly yelled at him.

“You nearly hooked up with a fucking serial killer and your concerned about my priorities? Dude, you need to promise me you won’t see them again”.

Xavier stared at Montana blankly. It was obvious what this was about, he knew Montana really found no knife and he also knew Montana made up this whole story because she was jealous. That was it. Montana just didn’t wanna see Xavier with anyone else, that was the bottom line.. Xavier rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Montana. I have another class to get too”.

He could hear Montana protesting and yelling his name as he walked past her but he didn’t care anymore. He was determined - he was going to meet you tonight at six, whether it killed him or not.

He had to admit to himself though, even though he was excited to see you again a part of him dreaded it. He knew there was a small chance that Montana could be right - and what if she was?

Even though Xavier knew he was in pretty good shape he knew his muscles magically became useless when it came to self defense. He was shit at self defense honestly. He was good at archery but he didn’t own a fucking bow and arrow.

He made a mental note to pick up a pocket knife before coming to pick you up. If you really were a fucking killer a pocket knife wasn’t going to stop you but it was sure better than nothing.

Six O’ Clock came and went and Xavier picked you up in the glamourus Vanta-C. Being in a van that smelled heavily of weed and nothing else wasn’t too exciting but somehow Xavier made it fun, like how he did with everything it seemed like.

He had a sort of magic about him, the type of magic that made you actually start to feel things for once - feel different emotions that you had never felt before. Like would you even dare say it, love? Well, maybe love was a bit of a exaggeration - you just met the guy after all - but, you had no idea honestly.. you had nothing else to base this off of, you’ve never really had a crush or romantic interest on anyone before ever. The interest you’ve had in your other previous victims was always based off of looks - it was the thrill of the chase that appealed to you more than anything. However, you couldn’t say that about Xavier. After meeting him ealier - you were dying to get to know him better so that you could probably fall in love with him, if you were even capable of doing that.

Maybe it was foolish to assume that Xavier would be taking you back to his apartment, or house, or wherever the hell he lived but he didn’t. You two stayed in the Vanta-C which he drove and parked it in a park that was a couple blocks or so away from where you resided.

It took you two a while to decide on a decent place to park the car and go to - at first it was a matter of where to go. Whether to go and get food, or head over to someone’s place or just stay in the Vanta and obviously the last option won.

You had to admit the scene you two were in was starting to get rather romantic - not that you experienced this type of feeling before but rather You based this feeling off of movies and other various entertainment you’ve watched; this is what romance seemed like to you.

The sun was just starting to set; painting the sky a various different tones of purples, blues and pinks as the sun started to dip further and further into the tree line. You and Xavier both ditched the front and the passenger seat and both camped out in the very back of the van - where the seat was really more of a glorified couch than a actual seat.

The windows were all shut and so were the doors, essentially so that you two could hotbox. You never thought that a pretty boy like Xav would smoke weed, but you also thought he was gay at first so - you found it best not to assume anything about him anymore.

There was plenty of room left on the back seat but you and Xavier chose to sit incredibly close to eachother. You sat side by side and your shoulder and arms touched but you didn’t mind of course. The closer the better.

Your bag was pooled near your feet, near the door which was away from Xavier. Sure enough, the knife was inside but it was hidden under a couple of other objects that you kept in your bag. The longer you spent with him, the more you were regretting bringing the knife in the first place.. because it was making you fucking neurotic. When he first picked you up, all you could think about and focus on was that god damn knife and how it would end up slitting Xavier’s throat by the end of the night. However, you seemed to be more relaxed the longer you were around him. It was hard to tell whether it was just the vibes he gave off or the weed that relaxed you so much; maybe both.

By now, the thoughts of killing and that stupid knife had become lost and put somewhere far off in your brain - somewhere you couldn’t access when you were high. You barely even noticed you were Intensely staring down your bag until you felt a soft hand gently rub down your arm.

“Hey babe, are you okay”?

You looked back up at Xavier to only see him wearing a puzzled expression of his face - which looked adorable with his blue puppy dog eyes. You also noticed in his other hand (that wasn’t still on your arm) was the blunt you two were smoking - oops.

“Yeah, I’m okay”.

You replied, your voice small and rather quiet. You took the blunt from Xavier and took a deep hit, and sat with the smoke in your lungs for a couple seconds. It wasn’t until you felt the smoke burning and eating away at your lungs and throat was when you exhaled. You exhaled slowly, dreamily watching the smoke cloud up the Vanta-C even more so than it already was.

Before you even knew it, or consciously decided to - you heard yourself talking.

“Actually, no. I’m not okay.. I have something to tell you”.

You swallowed and took one last quick hit before handing the blunt back to your new lover and looking him in the eyes. You saw something in his eyes that was new to you - was it fear? Why he was he scared?? It was only a glimmer of fear that you caught in his eyes but still - it defintly threw you off guard. You just saw his lips part like he was about to say something when you quickly spoke first.

“Xavier, I’m crazy about you”.

You blurted out, with a embarrassing giggle. You blamed being incredibly straight forward on the weed, of course you would never be like this if you were sober. Never.

Your lips closed into a closed mouth smile, you had more to say but you figured to wait for some kind of reaction from Xavier first. The glimmer of fear you saw in his eye ealier seemed to morph into confusion, disbelief, and then happiness. Pure happiness.

“What”?

He laughed.

“You heard me! I know I just met you, but Xav’ I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.. and I mean it”.

Xavier gently placed his hands on your face - on both of your cheeks - before deeply kissing you. You placed your hands on his chest which effectively made him start to lay down while you gently maneuvered your way on top of him so that you two would be laying down on the long back seat of his van.

You moved your leg up to straddle him when you felt your foot snag on something. At first you merely tried to pull it away free but to no avail. Xavier broke away from you since he could feel you moving your leg vigorously and you managed to get your leg free with one big final yank of your leg.

You snapped your head to see what the fuck dared make this gorgeous man stop kissing you when your heart stopped - it was your bag. You must’ve hooked your foot around your bag and when you freed your foot you managed to topple the bag and spill out all of the contents... which meant your butchers knife was on full fucking display for Xavier to see.

FUCK.

You felt your breath stop as the world seemed to come to a stand still. You felt frozen, bewildered and caught off guard but you definetly didn’t feel scared. You moved your leg over awkwardly to straddle him but the vibe had defintly changed. The romantic vibes that seemed in the air ealier had been swept clean and nearly were completly gone. You decided to try and save your ass and be the first to speak.

“Xavier I-“

“Get off of me”.

He spoke softly and his voice was lowered. You took a deep breath as you awkwardly climbed off of him and you two sat in the position that you two were in ealier - side by side execpt you two were farther apart this time.

You tried again to explain yourself but Xavier spoke first.

“What the hell is this? W-why did you bring that knife”?

You noted how his eyes started to have tears building up in them. You absentmindedly moved the knife back into your bag with your foot and noticed how badly Xavier flinched away from you when you did so. Your turned your focus back to Xavier.

“Look, I know it looks bad but I just keep it on me for self defense. You know, with the night stalker and all”?

You said, with a slight giggle. Instantly, the tension that built up was broken and it was almost like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He laughed and he scooted up the seat to get closer to you - stepping on all of items from your bag that were still on the ground but you didn’t really care. You were just happy you were able to pull off that lie and convince him you were someone else you really weren’t.

A thought crossed the back of your mind of how easy it would really be to just reach down and grab the knife and easily slit his throat. It would be almost too easy, but no.

As Xavier pulled you into his arms and you layed down into the rough fabric of the back seat, you felt safe (which was incredibly ironic). You felt at home, and in love.

As you turned your head to continue where you two had left off at the locker room, you couldn’t help but hazily day dream about tommorow.

Just because Xavier’s life was spared didn’t mean your thirst or your itch to take another’s life was gone.. it just meant it would have to wait until tommorow.

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Let It Snow (Steve x reader) part six

In which (Y/N)’s cousin, Bucky, comes home for the holidays with a friend along and decided to stay for Christmas Eve when a heavy snow storm hits home.

Contains: smut!!! And kinky steve!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Note: I am so sorry I know I said from the last chapter that I was going to update for the following day but I didn’t because I got so busy and I didn’t have the time and now that I am back I did a few edits and made it a little longer just to make it up to you guys!!! x

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

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“Merry Christmas!”

Christmas Eve finally came. You and your family were already gathered in the dining room, greeting each other with kisses and warm hugs before settling down to have the midnight dinner. Despite the awkward situation between you and your sister earlier, you both managed to forget what happened and decorated the table beautifully just like you both always did every Christmas and New Year’s. This time you both went with a white and gold theme for the table, and your family decided to wear something with similar colors to match the theme. You all looked like snow and sunlight in your white and golden dining room.

Of course, Steve knew about the theme—that must be followed under strict compliance according to Bucky—and had bought a white button-up that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t help but gawk at how his shirt hugged his thick arms tightly and the buttons looked like they wanted to pull apart with every move he made. But nevertheless, he looked perfect.

Steve caught you staring at him and could only smirk and send you a wink your way, your heart melting in response and your legs suddenly felt like giving up. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a slight thud coming from your right and it was Christina who slammed her glass down, staring right ahead of her with an annoyed look.

You sighed. You didn’t want to spend your Christmas Eve like this.

“Don’t worry,” a voice suddenly spoke from your right. It was Bucky. “I’ll talk to her later.”

“Just...leave her alone, Buck. She’ll get over it soon.” You replied with another sigh.

“Come on, cousin. Lighten up! It’s Christmas!” He exclaimed with a slight nudge of your elbow against his own and you smiled.

“Ah, I know what you need.” He added, pointing a finger at you while his other hand reached for a bottle of wine. “Two glasses of these sweet stuff!”

You giggled. “I’m not planning on getting myself drunk, Buck.”

“(Y/N), it’s only two glasses.” He retorted with a roll of his eyes. “Come on, you might need that extra courage to talk to Steve again. He’s been staring at you all night.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at Bucky’s words. “Fine.”

One glass. Two. Three. You lost count. You didn’t know what time it was, but your family was slowly heading back to their rooms after hours of eating and laughing and singing Christmas carols by the fireplace. The only ones left downstairs were you, Bucky, Christina, Steve, and your dad and uncles finishing up their beers in the kitchen. You once again volunteered on cleaning up the dishes with a little help from two of your cousins (thank God for them) so the work was quick and finished instantly. Feeling a little lightheaded, you made your way to the living room and was surprised to see Steve and Christina talking—and laughing.

“Oh, Steve, it’s beautiful!” Your sister exclaimed. “Help me put it on?”

Steve had handed her a white velvet box, and inside was a gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. He took the necklace from her and Christina turned around, grabbing her hair and pushing it over to the side so her neck was exposed for Steve to see.

You suddenly felt a pang of jealousy as you watched Steve’s hands work with the clasp of her jewelry against her skin, wondering what Christina must have felt the whole time. You quickly turned around and returned to the kitchen where your dad and uncles were cleaning up their mess and were probably heading upstairs to get some sleep afterwards.

“Hey, bub, where you going?” Your dad greeted with a smile as he watched you grab a bottle of wine and a champagne glass from the cupboard.

“Drink.” You grumbled without looking at him.

“Take it easy on the alcohol love.” One of your uncles spoke behind you.

“Nah, let her drink. It’s Christmas anyway.” Another one of them replied.

You grabbed what you needed, kissed your dad goodnight before making your way to your bedroom and shut the door behind you a little too hard. You didn’t know what’s gotten into you but you suddenly felt irritated and felt the need to be mad about everything.

You took off your skin-tight dress, only leaving your undergarments before grabbing your robe hanging behind your door. Opening the curtains, you let the moonlight enter your bedroom and you sat on your beanbag while looking out at the snow falling from outside with a drink in your hand.

You didn’t even realize you were close to dozing off when two knocks jolted you awake. Cold liquid spilled on your robe and you cursed for being so clumsy and falling asleep with a wine glass half-full in your hand.

You put down the emptied glass and walked to the door, securing your robe tightly before opening it. Steve stood in front of you and in his hand was a white paper bag. At first he looked worried, and when his eyes trailed down your white robe you couldn’t help but notice the glint in his eyes.

You cleared your throat. You remembered you were mad at him. “Did you want something?”

“I-I, um...I just wanted to see you.” He stuttered nervously as his hand reached to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.

You raised a brow. “Did you, now?”

He looked a little hurt. “Look, what happened between Christina and I was nothing. Completely platonic. Before I left the mall, Bucky called and mentioned that Christina’s been burning holes behind your back whenever you and Bucky would talk about me. So I decided to just give her a necklace as a present, just to ease off the tension.”

“I don’t think your giving Christina a necklace would ease the tension off completely, Steve.” You scoffed. He was still staring at you with his big blue eyes full of worry. “Christina’s still gonna be breathing down my neck whenever we’re together, especially when things between us escalate.”

“Will things really escalate between us?” He asked hopefully.

You couldn’t answer. Steve looking at you with that hopeful smile of his and blue eyes pleading for you to just give in was just too much. He’s beautiful, and you know you want him.

Instead, he held up the paperbag he was holding before stretching his hand out to you. You only stared at the present, hesitating to take it. You could feel the excitement bubbling up in your stomach but you had to keep it in because you have to keep your act that you were still mad and jealous.

Man, Steve was making it hard for you.

“What is it?” You asked just above a whisper, your eyes looking back up to meet his.

“Why don’t you find it out for yourself,” he said it so slowly and suggestively that you suddenly had the urge to pull your door wider, gesturing him to come inside your room.

With a glint in his blue eyes, he walked in your dimly lit room and sat at the edge of your bed. You closed the door behind you, making sure it was locked before standing in front of Steve.

“Should I open it for you?” He asked.

You smiled and shook your head. “I want to open it.”

“It’s all yours, baby girl.”

Ignoring the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, you bit your lip as you took the paperbag from his hand and opened it, taking out the thin cloth that hid your present from sight. You put your hand inside and your heart began hammering against your chest when you felt the silk and lace against your skin.

Pulling it out, you slightly gasped at the thin clothing that you held in your hand. It was a rose gold lingerie with small bows and perfectly cut lace that covered the whole length. The silk clothing was soft against your fingertips, and you wondered how softer it would feel if you wore it.

“Steve,” you breathed out.

“Put it on for me, doll.”

He made his request sound so sensual with his deep and raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine. Everything that you felt earlier; seeing Steve putting a necklace around your sister’s neck, Christina laughing and smiling with Steve, him not paying attention to you—all gone. All you could think now is that you wanted to please this man in front of you.

Before you could take your feet to the bathroom, Steve got a hold of your wrist and you looked back at him again.

“Change in front of me.”

Steve pulling your panties down and eating you out on the kitchen counter was one thing, but getting fully undressed and putting on lingerie that he bought for you was definitely another.

Especially if something else were to happen tonight. You weren’t that naive to think that he’d just want to see you in silk and lace and go to sleep afterwards. This was Steve Rogers.

He let go of your wrist and you slowly brought your hands up to the tie, pulling at the end until it fell loose and your robe opened to reveal you in your white underwear. Without breaking eye contact with him, you slowly took your robe off, letting the cloth brush against your shoulders—for more sensual effect—before it fell to the ground. You could hear his breath hitch.

Your hands reached behind to unclasp the hook of your bra and with a snap, it came loose before falling to the ground with one shrug. You suddenly felt conscious being naked in front of him. You’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, you surprised yourself for even doing it! But something in the back of your head kept on urging you to keep going. Adrenaline? Lust? Curiosity?

You let out a breath as you worked your way down to your panties. You quickly pull them down, stepping out of them without breaking eye contact with the super soldier in front of you. He sat still, eyes hungrily roaming your body before looking back up to your nervous gaze.

“Help me put it on?” You asked.

He bit his lip as he stood up and took the clothing from the paperbag, taking time to revel in your naked body so close to him. His cock twitched just staring at you, mustering up all the courage to touch your skin. You were cold against his touch, and he let his fingers softly brush against your arms making goosebumps form on your skin. You shivered involuntarily.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed out. “Let me warm you up.”

He brought a hand behind your neck before pulling you close until both your lips were touching. The kiss was slow and sensual and it only made the wetness between your legs worse. You rested your hands against his chest, letting it roam around his taut muscles and feeling his hard-rock abs underneath the clothing. The clothing you oh so wanted to take off already. You followed your instinct, your hand going to the hem of his shirt and you attempted to take it off of him only to have him stop you from doing so.

“Not so fast, baby.” He breathed out.

He began trailing soft kisses down to your neck, remembering the spot that made you weak and he sucked at it, earning a breathy moan from you. You could feel him smile against you as he flicked his tongue on the stinging spot before continuing down to your shoulders. Sure enough, you were already warm from his kiss.

He took a step back and helped you put on the lingerie, the feeling of wearing it tickling your skin. It was the first time you wore something so obscene and barely there, the closest thing that you wore something like it was a pair of seamless panties that was also all-lace that you used when you wore that one skin-tight dress at a friend’s party. This, this was something else.

You watched as he fixed the strings and bows, giving it one last tug before taking another step back to marvel at you.

“Look at you doll,” he breathed out. “So fucking hot in those.”

You could feel heat rising up to your neck as you looked at your outfit, touching the silk fabric and feeling your hard nipples against the see-through lace.

“On the bed.” He instructed. You were quick to comply as you rushed past him and sat on your bed, pulling yourself up against the headboard and you watched as he took his shirt off, then his pants, leaving him only in his boxers that couldn’t even hide the huge bulge begging to breathe. He smirked as he caught you staring wide-eyed at his not so little friend.

“You see this?” He gestured to his hard cock. “This is what you do to me.”

You couldn’t help but moan as you crawled towards him, stopping just a few inches away from his erection. You looked up at him through your lashes.

Seeing you like that in front of him completely knocked the air out of his lungs. He brought a hand to pet your hair, fingers tucking a strand behind your ear before they trailed down to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him fully.

“Do you wanna taste daddy, baby girl?”

The words that left his mouth made you moan out loud. Daddy? Baby girl? Is he trying to kill you??

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He proceeded to take his boxers off in one pull and you swore you felt the tip of his cock hit you when it swung upwards, lightly hitting his stomach as it did so.

And fuck. He. Is. Huge.

“Do you like being called my baby girl?” He whispered as you watched him touch his shaft, his hand going up and down in slow motion.

“Yes daddy.” You answered, eyes still on his cock.

“Then why don’t you tell daddy what you want to do?”

“I wanna suck you.”

“Come again?”

“I wanna suck daddy.”

You decided to play along with him. You let your fingers touch his thigh, your pointer finger drawing small circles against his skin as you looked back up at him with an innocent look.

“Please, daddy?”

He groaned. “Fuck, baby girl. In your mouth, now.”

You grinned, taking his cock in your hand and you gasped at how hard he is. Your heart hammered against your chest as your lips neared the head, giving it kitten licks which drove him mad. You then started doing long, slow licks on the side of his cock before fully taking him in your mouth. Or, what could fit in your mouth.

He moaned as you took him in, swirling your tongue around his shaft and hollowing your cheeks so he could feel the tightness as you bobbed your head all the while pumping what you couldn’t take in your mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good baby girl! Keep going,” he moaned out.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail and stopped you from moving, and now it was his turn to take control. He began bucking his hips into your mouth until he was basically face-fucking you.

“Oh, look at you down there.” He breathed out in between movements. “Taking daddy’s cock so well.”

You moaned in response, his cock feeling the vibration of your voice and he picked up his pace.

You could feel tears form on the corners of your eyes as you choked every once in a while, his size being too much for you to handle. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it any longer he pulled out, his cock thick in saliva that still hung on your lower lip.

“I wanna feel you inside baby girl. Is that okay?” He whispered. Before you could even answer he was already on top of you, trapping you in between his strong arms as he let his cock rest against your wet pussy.

“You’re so hot, (Y/N).” He growled as he caressed your cheek with his hand. You lean in to the touch, your lips searching his thumb and sucking it afterwards.

“And so needy.” He clicked his tongue. “So needy for daddy.”

He rubbed his cock against your pussy, the fabric of your underwear getting soaked from the spit from his cock and the wetness of your pussy that Steve was certain it would be so easy to slide it inside of you.

“I’m gonna put it inside, okay baby girl?”

All you could do was nod. Your nervousness and excitement refrained you from talking.

He pulled your panties to the side and he positioned the tip just by the entrance, giving you one last look of approval. When you gave him your signal, he pushed inside and you both gasped.

He was instantly stretching you out and he was still adjusting from the tightness of your pussy. It’s been so long since you last had sex and you almost forgot what it felt like.

“Does it hurt?” He asked. “Tell me if I can move now.”

You were still adjusting from his enormous size, your hands gripping his shoulders while he rested his head on the crook of your neck, fighting the urge to fuck you into oblivion. The tightness and wetness of you drove him mad.

“Okay, y-you c-can move now.” You stuttered. He began fucking you in a slow pace, making sure you’re comfortable and ready.

The slow, steady pace and his hot breath against your skin turned you on so much that you wanted him to go faster already. You whined and bucked your hips and it didn’t take a second for Steve to know what you wanted.

He increased his pace and you moaned out, his cock hitting all the right spots and teasing the bundle of nerves inside of you that craved more of him.

“Deeper daddy, deeper.” You moaned against his ear.

He pushed it deeper inside until his balls were already against your pussy and you gasped, feeling him so deep inside of you as he moved in a circular motion, brushing that sweet spot of yours with every move.

“I’ve been wanting to do this to you ever since that night that we talked.” He breathed out, still going in circles. “And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

“I can be all yours, Steve.” You replied, your hands reaching up to cup his warm and sweaty cheeks. “Only if you want to.”

He growled. “I want to!”

He then began fucking you so fast and you squeaked, holding on to his back as his pace increased every second. You could feel your orgasm building up inside you and your toes curled, bracing for impact.

“Steve, I’m g-gonna cum...” you gasped.

“I’m sorry, who?” He snapped, his hips stopping in an instant that you almost cried.

“Daddy!” You whined. “Don’t stop, please!”

“That’s what I thought.”

He began fucking you again and you could almost feel your orgasm.

“With me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.”

And with one last push, pleasure instantly filled you just as Steve came, and you cried out as you continued shaking at just how strong your orgasm was.

He continued to fuck you slowly as you both ride down your high, and when you began to feel sensitive he pulled out, his cum dripping on your throbbing pussy. You were both panting and sweating.

Steve stared at the beautiful mess in front of him. You were still panting, gasping for air, still shaking a little with your legs still parted and his seed leaking out of your sore pussy. The view made his cock twitch a little. He crawled next to you and pulled you close to him so your back was against his sweaty front. You couldn’t even care less at how sticky you both felt at the moment. That was the most amazing sex you’ve ever had and it took the whole energy out of you. Nevertheless, it was so fucking good.

“Rest, baby girl.” He whispered against your hair before giving it one, long kiss. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

PART SEVEN IS UP!

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