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A Fork in the Road (When Paths Cross, Pt II-Javi Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: The next morning. Chucho, water, and a promise.

Chapter Warnings: explicit 18+ graphic descriptions of sexual acts, fingering, hand jobs, mutual masturbation, Chucho being a Little Shit, Javi being a needy demon, spanish nicknames, idk what else its honestly pretty chill

a/n: Huge shoutout to my spouse who assisted me GREATLY with the Chucho/Javi/Reader breakfast dialogue. There was so much I wanted to convey there and it required a lot of finesse. He was instrumental in getting it there.

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You wake up in nearly the same position you fell asleep in, minus one large man behind you that you’re not entirely sure whether you imagined or not. As you blink your bleary eyes open, you recognize finally that you’re not in your apartment, and certainly not in your own bedroom. 

Oh, right. So… it wasn’t a dream, afterall.

You stretch your limbs out wide for a long moment, sitting up onto your forearms just as the door is opening. You pray that it’s not Chucho, and thank fuck, it isn’t. It’s Javi, holding two mugs of coffee. He smiles at you and hands you one that seems to already have cream in it.

“Seemed like the cream-and-sugar kind of gal. If I’m wrong, I’ll take that one and fix this one up for you however you like.” You smile widely back at him and bring the cup to your lips, the smell alone waking you up a bit.

“No, this is perfect, Javi. Thank you.” He nods, perches on the edge of the bed, and watches you as you sip the coffee in your hands. “Is Chucho up yet?”

“No, too early still. Why? Worried about him seeing you?” You shrug in response, not wanting to admit it, but you know he’s right. 

“Alright. You’ve got two options. You can run out of here quickly before he sees you, or you can stay and suffer through it so I can make you a proper breakfast.”

You smile softly and look up at him from where your face is buried in the mug. “And what’s your take on a proper breakfast, exactly?”

“Pancakes and scrambled eggs. It’s about all I can make, so that’s your highest offer.” 

You laugh in response and sip your coffee once more. “Yeah. That sounds perfect, actually. I’ll stay.” You’re a pair of consenting adults, anyway. What does it really matter if Chucho finds out? You’re not a teenager, and he’s not your dad. 

Except, he really has been like a father to you since you got here. You’re certain Javi wouldn’t lie about whether or not Chucho would be mad about it, though, so you do your best to let it roll over you and move along. 

Javi nods back at you with a little lopsided grin on his face and stands up, brushing off his jeans briefly.  Then he’s taking a few steps to close the distance between you and leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll get started then. Join me whenever you want. And feel free to grab a shirt, or sweatpants, or whatever you want from my dresser if it's more comfortable. Open invitation.” You watch him as he leaves, bringing the coffee to your lips again as you sigh. 

This is not how you expected your weekend to start out. 

Half of a coffee mug and one quick clothing change later, you find yourself plodding into the kitchen from down the hall, one of Javi’s t-shirts pulled over your head and your coffee, half-drunk, safely held in two hands. Javi is, as he said he would be, diligently working on making a mess of the kitchen. You can’t help but smile at the easiness of it, setting your mug down on the table.

“Can I help?”

He shakes his head ‘no,’ but doesn’t turn to you as he continues. “Never. I’m making breakfast for you, not with you.” He turns then and smirks at seeing you in one of his shirts - it sets off a pang of possessiveness in his chest that comes out of nowhere. “Done soon, promise.”

You sit and watch him for a few more minutes, the domesticity granting you a peacefulness that you haven’t often felt since moving here. You watch him move back and forth from the fridge to the stove, eventually making up two plates of food and bringing them over to set one in front of each of you.

“Thank you for this, Javi, it’s very sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just tryin’ to treat you right. Plus, Chucho would kill me if he found out I sent you out of here without some food in your belly.” You chuckle at that, as you can imagine it easily. Chucho does always seem to have a touch of a temper, and a keen ability to push Javi’s buttons with expert technique, as he demonstrated last night. He’s also strangely protective of you, for a reason you can’t quite place.

“Thank you, anyway. I appreciate it. And the coffee. And the shirt, actually.” You offer him a genuine smile and then turn to your plate, digging into the array he’s laid out for you. It’s shockingly well-made, which only surprises you because you can’t really picture him as much of a home chef.

You’re both working your way through your plates when you hear the floorboards creaking down the hallway and your head snaps in the direction of Chucho’s room. Your head turns just in time for him to emerge from his room, one brow quirked up at you as he makes immediate eye contact.

Ah. So that eyebrow is genetic, in fact. 

You shoot him an uneasy smile as you feel a heat rise to your cheeks, a bit embarrassed at being caught. You can’t help it - it feels like being caught by your own father.

“Mornin’, Pops.”

“Javier,” he responds, deadpan, looking Javi directly in the eye. The heat in your cheeks deepens as Chucho walks over to the stove, starting to fix himself a plate, as well. You and Javi sit in a stunned silence, bodies rigid with the palpable tension between you all. Chucho sighs, still facing the oven, and adds, “so… we’re having breakfast as well as dinner, now?” 

You can’t see it, but he has a smirk that rivals Javi’s on his face as he speaks. You snort, placing your coffee mug down before addressing him directly. 

“How could I resist a home-cooked meal from Javi himself?”

He turns with his plate now full, and heads toward the two of you. You can see the smile on his face as he walks up behind Javier. “I hope his cooking doesn’t scare you off of our standing dinner dates.”

Javi looks over at you with a wicked smirk and replies, “Oh no, I am certainly countin’ on those to continue,” and then, as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Chucho is smacking him in the head, cursing him under his breath. Javi rubs at the back of his head instinctually with a nervous chuckle and Chucho takes a seat at the head of the table, eyes darting back and forth between you two for a moment. 

“Listen, I’m not one to get in the way of things. Treat each other right and I’ve got no opposition. We’re all adults here.” 

You heave out a sigh of relief, grateful for the confirmation that he isn’t actually upset with you. You were feeling like a teenager getting caught red-handed with a pack of condoms by your parents.

“You got it, Pops,” Javi responds, and you turn to offer him a gentle look before shifting your attention back to your plate. Something warm blooms in your chest as you consider the exchange.

The three of you finish eating in a comfortable silence before Chucho excuses himself to go off and start the day’s work on the ranch. Javi takes your plate to the sink and when he comes back, he holds his hand out for yours, helping you out of your chair. You walk back to his room together and you start to gather up your things quickly, feeling once again like you’ve overstayed your welcome somehow. Plus, you need to get home and take a shower, brush your teeth, all the things you usually would have done by this point in the morning

“Muñeca, what’s the rush for?” Your head pops up to look at Javi, propped up against the edge of his desk with one foot crossed over the other. You take a deep breath before you respond.

“Just feel like I need to get out of your hair. Also, I need to change, and shower, and brush my teeth, and all the other stuff I do in the morning.” Shrugging, you go back to gathering your things, but you hear him shift and then in just a few steps bring his body within such close of a distance you think you can feel his body heat through the air between you. He tucks a finger under your chin and lifts, forcing you to stand upright as he tugs your head into alignment so that he can look into your eyes.

“At least half of those things, you can do here, instead. Don’t really want to let you go just yet, darlin’.” You’re lost to his gaze, blinking up at him with wide eyes. 

“And what are you suggesting, Javi?” He leans down and brushes your lips with his, pulling you into a much tighter embrace as his other hand snakes its way around your hips.

“You said you need a shower, didn’t you? Then shower with me, muñequita. We’ve got running water, too.” You giggle slightly, leaning up just enough to peck him on the lips.

“Well… since you put it like that…” Your hands find their way to his waist, fingers catching in his belt loops as you tug, trying to pull his hips in, against yours. His hand shifts from your chin to wrap into your hair at the back of your head, tugging lightly to expose your neck, where he promptly attaches his lips and teeth to. You groan, letting your head loll to the side as you close your eyes and let him lavish you with the attention of his mouth.

He pulls you toward the door, breaking apart only long enough to lead you straight across the hallway and into the bathroom. He sets you back against the countertop, arms caging you in as he leans in for a much softer kiss than the ones you’ve shared so far. It makes your head spin, twists your insides into a knot, and short circuits your brain for a moment.

When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless, pupils blown out wide and mouth hanging open as you gape up at him. His lips twist into a mischievous smile as he stares at you, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his shirt, still tugged tightly onto your upper body. He eases it over your head, dropping it onto the counter, and reaches for your jeans, deftly unfastening them so you can shimmy them down your body, as well. His shirt comes off, then, his own belt and jeans, and suddenly you’re standing in front of each other in just your underwear.

Javi turns to turn on the shower, letting the water heat up while he puts his hands all over you - sliding up and down your torso, chest, and ass. Gripping the meat of your ass tightly in two large palms, he presses your hips into his again and you can feel his nearly hard cock jabbing into your hip.

“See what you do to me, muñeca? All it takes is looking at you.” You smile back at the praise and run your hands along his arms, winding them around behind his neck as he leans in to kiss you. He checks the temperature of the water quickly and then leads you in, holding your hand as you step over the tub edge and under the spray. You have to admit, it feels nice, and it’s even nicer when he steps in front of you and floods your vision with the broad expanse of his naked torso.

You take your time washing one another, lathering and scrubbing and rinsing in tandem as your hands work all along each other’s skin. It’s such a basic but intimate action that it makes your heart swell to be able to do it, and sets off a pang in your chest when you remember you just met this man last night.

How in the world did he have you falling so head over heels already?

Organically, your gentle scrubbing and lathering hands turn slowly into more sensual touches. Javi’s fingers reach for your ass and inner thighs, hitching one of your legs up into the crook of his elbow. 

“Let me feel you, baby,” he drawls, head dipping to mouth at your throat as his fingertips tease at your wet folds. You push your hips into his hand in response and his middle finger finds your clit, drawing little circles around it as you moan softly. 

“Fuck, Javi, okay.” Your hands shift then, one moving to rest on his chest as the other reaches for his cock, settling in a loose fist at the base as you start to stroke him with a matching intensity to his lazy circles on your clit. He groans into you ear and presses his finger a little more directly before sliding it down to your entrance and pressing in. His thumb finds your clit again and you can’t help the little whine you let out in response. 

“Love all those little sounds you give me, muñequita. Every one of them goes straight to my cock.” He chuckles, nipping at your throat and then your jaw as he pumps his finger in and out of you, eventually adding a second finger. Your strokes along his length quicken, squeezing tighter and adding a little twist to it each time you make your way back up to the head. He moans deeply right into your ear and your eyes close softly, lost in the feeling of it.

With your back pressed up against the cool tile of the shower and the heat of his body pressed against you, it’s not long before he has you shattering into oblivion for him, cumming hard on his fingers as he works you right through your orgasm. As soon as you’re back in your own body a bit, your focus shifts to getting him off, hand diligently stroking his cock, thumb swiping over the reddened tip, until he’s cumming too, shooting bright white streaks all across your belly. 

You giggle a little bit and he lets go of your leg as you stand. “I think this shower served the opposite purpose. Now I need to wash myself all over again.” He offers a chuckle as he eases you back to standing, breath still heaving in and out. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you with that, promise. But give me a minute.” He leans in to kiss you again, though this time is totally different than the way he kissed you against the counter. it’s slow, sweet, gentle, even, his hands rubbing soothing circles over your skin. 

When Javi pulls away, he reaches up for the shower head and bring it between the two of you, rinsing off your stomach and himself with the warm water before replacing it and grabbing the soap. Just as he said he would, he carefully lathers you both up before directing you back under the spray and then himself. His lips find yours once more before he winks at you.

“Ready? I’ll give you a new shirt and stop holding you hostage here when we get out. Promise.” Another quick kiss from Javi lets him reach around you and turn off the spray, then turning and helping you back out of the tub. He steps out himself and gathers up two towels, wrapping one around your shoulders before he towels off his hair and his own body.

You take your time drying off and dressing, pausing every once and a while to offer each other gentle kisses and easy smiles. Things between you feel almost too easy, too natural. Togetherness comes to the two of you like second nature. If you knew any better, you’d probably be unnerved by it all, but you don’t, so you soak it in, instead.

Javi leads you back across the hall and, as promised, offers you a clean shirt and a peck on the cheek. He gets himself dressed and helps you gather your things, walking you out into the living room, where Chucho is back from feeding the animals and sitting in his leather chair for a few minutes of rest. Javi leads you to the front door, unlocking it and opening it for the two of you to walk out.

Chucho looks over to you with that signature eyebrow quirk and pipes in, “Same time next week?” You let out a little nervous laugh and you can feel the telltale searing heat work its way back into your cheeks.

“Yeah. Same time next week,” you respond, even more heat blooming in your cheeks, and Javi leads you out of the house. He walks you the whole way to your car with a gentle hand at your lower back, leading you along until you’re at the driver side door and he’s pressing your back up against it, leaning into you.

“I had so much fun with you, muñequita,” he whispers into your ear before nipping lightly at your earlobe. “Thank you.”

That same heat which had only just started to dissipate rises to your cheeks again, and a breath catches in your throat. Swallowing thickly, you look up at him with a small groan and smile back at him. 

“I did, too, Javi. you don’t have to thank me.” He shoots back a matching smile and lifts your chin to press a sweet kiss onto your lips. 

“Well, I’m thanking you anyway.” He pauses for a beat before he continues. “What do you think about dinner later this week, just the two of us? Or lunch. Anything you want. No Pops invited.” Your smile grows wider as his thumb brushes gently along your cheekbone.

“Yeah? I’d like that a lot, actually.” 

He kisses you one more time before taking a step back and shoving his hands in his pockets so he isn’t tempted to keep taking and taking. “Well… It’s a date, then?”

You nod and a light chuckle slips out that you didn’t expect.

“Yeah. It’s a date.”

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(Gif by me)

All I Want For Christmas Is You

summary: What your first Christmas is like with the love of your life, Javier Peña.

rating: E (18+!! No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, Christmas fluff, domestic fluff, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie(s), cockwarming, vibrator, nipple play, morning sex, floor sex, dirty talk, praise, a couple of Papís, breeding kink if you squint, some spanks, nurse!reader, some medical talk (nothing graphic), food mention, emotions/feelings, comedy, Javier making your lumberjack fantasies come true, Javier being a dreamboat of a man, Javier getting the love and happiness he deserves)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 12.9k+ (Covers various days over almost a month with 3 smut scenes)

a/n: This can be read as a standalone or as part of the Learning to Live ‘verse. It’s canon. Happy holidays! This is post-Colombia. Javier lives in Laredo with his girlfriend, who is a nurse. There are some scenes in the hospital (nothing bad). This one goes out to @theorganasolo, who inadvertently prompted me and made me spiral. I adore you. As always, shoutout to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, for reading this over, and being by my side the entire way, and also invisibleismyname for also reassuring me it was okay. You guys are the best. ❤️❤️❤️

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Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Friday, November 27

“Javi?”

The two of you were sitting on the couch in your shared living room, your feet in his lap, Batman & Robin playing on the television, your focus always shifting to the nipples on the Batsuit, fascinated by the brave costuming choice.

How did that conversation go?

“Do you know what the Batsuit needs? Nipples. Picture it, a tits-out look!”

“Yes, Cielito?” Javier replied, taking you from your thoughts.

When you turned your head, he was already looking at you, his hand rubbing over your bare calf as he met your eyes. It was a Friday night, so he was wearing his weekend-lounge-around-the-house outfit, which was a pair of sweatpants, and nothing else—because if it was his choice, he’d just be naked, but that was too distracting for you.

“Let’s say,” you started, “theoretically, it was the day after Thanksgiving—“

“It is the day after Thanksgiving.”

“Yes, but in this scenario, it’s theoretical.”

“Right… Theoretical,” he smiled, his fingers smoothing up to your knee and back down to your ankle.

“Okay, glad that’s established.” Ignoring Javi’s snort as you continued, “Would it be weird if a person started decorating for Christmas the following day?”

His eyebrows scrunched, hand pausing its movements.

“Two days after Thanksgiving…” he said slowly.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“I think someone can decorate whenever the fuck they want if it makes them happy,” he said with a shrug. “Mi mamá usually started on the first of December. You know Connie, Steve’s wife?”

You were well aware of the Murphys, nodding your head.

“She’d start decorating the day after Thanksgiving—we’d be eating dinner, and the boxes with her Christmas shit were already in the living room, ready to go.”

“So, if I were to ask that since we have the day off tomorrow, if you’d like to go with me to the Christmas tree farm, your answer would be?”

“Is this a theoretical question?” he asked cheekily.

“No, it’s not, smartass,” you answered, rolling your eyes, Javi laughing and squeezing your leg.

“Either way,” he said with a warm smile. “My answer would be yeah, I’d love to get a Christmas tree with you.”

Moving your legs out of his lap, he crawled on the couch towards you, holding his weight on an arm while his face hovered over yours.

“Any other weird holiday traditions I should know about?” he asked.

“You said it wasn’t weird!” you exclaimed, smacking his ass.

He chuckled, closing the distance to press his mouth against yours, kissing you passionately, your eyes falling shut as you melted into it, not at all ashamed that you suddenly forgot what you were talking about.

Saturday, November 28

“The flannel?!” you practically squealed in your excitement, coming out of the bathroom after getting ready to leave the apartment and finding Javi in his tight-ass jeans and a red flannel shirt.

He’d even buttoned it up almost all the way, the sleeves down to his wrists.

“You’re really making my lumberjack fantasies come true,” you said, “and I’m two seconds away from getting on my knees and giving you the sloppiest blow job.”

Javi laughed, his cheek dimpling as he smiled.

“Figured I’d be chopping down a tree,” he replied, his hands resting on his hips. “Thought I better look the part.” He shrugged.

It only took a few steps to have you standing in front of him, pressing your palms to his chest, feeling the softness of the fabric as you rubbed over his pecs, looking at him through your lashes.

“I think,” you said, sliding your hands down his front, his chest firm and belly soft beneath your palms, “that you knew this look was a one-way ticket to getting me naked the moment we get home.” Your hand slid over the front of his jeans, palming his cock, seeing his throat bob as he gulped, a flush licking up his neck.

You loved the effect you always had on him.

His eyes had darkened with want, his tongue peeking out as it swiped along his bottom lip.

“Maybe,” he said the word in a deeper register that had a tingle moving through you.

“You were correct,” you purred.

It was evident he wanted to kiss you, and you didn’t make him wait, pressing your lips against his, hearing him groan as his big hands came up to cradle your face. It was not surprising when he deepened it, licking into your mouth with fervor, your toes curling from the intensity, your body thrumming with energy.

The two of you did make it out of the apartment… eventually, lips kiss-swollen from the heavy makeout session.

There were three places to get a Christmas tree in Laredo: The garden center, the grocery store parking lot, or driving a little north of town to the small family-owned Christmas tree farm.

If you had been celebrating the holiday alone, as was usual, you would’ve gone for a pre-cut tree from the garden center. This year, however, you were not alone, and after talking it out with Javi, he was more than happy to take you to the farm and cut the tree for you both.

The small styrofoam cup was held in your hands, the hot chocolate clearly made from a powder mix with small undissolved lumps floating at the top. It was not hot cocoa weather, being as you were sweating in your t-shirt and jeans, the sun shining brightly above you in the sky, but the tree farm owners seemed to agree that finding the perfect Christmas tree required the steaming beverage to really get the full holiday experience.

You’d practically skipped to the table where they were serving the drinks, happily accepting one from a teenager wearing shorts and a tank top, Javi not understanding at all why you’d want to drink something hot on such a warm day and passing when he was offered a cup.

Javi’s lumberjack look was really doing it for you. But add in an axe? You were fucking done for, your heartbeat thudding between your legs, panties ruined, body hot all over that you knew had nothing to do with the weather. He held it against his chest as you both meandered through the trees, sneaking glances at his cute butt every chance you got while sipping your cocoa, him pointing out prospective candidates before you were both analyzing the tree up close.

You had not expected Javi to have so many opinions.

Yes, you wanted it to be perfect—this was a special Christmas, after all. You wanted that perfect, full, pyramid-shaped tree with the dark green needles that’d look so picturesque in your shared living room.

The last three you looked at fit that description, yet Javi found things he didn’t like.

Not full enough… Baby, these limbs are fucking weak; they won’t hold your ornaments… I think there’s something living in this one, fuck, there’s a goddamn squirrel.

Okay, maybe he had a point with the last one he rejected.

It was honestly very sweet how determined he was to find the absolute best for your home. He seemed to be having a great time, telling you about getting trees with his parents growing up, them generally just picking one up in town, and the three of them decorating when they got home—he and his dad hanging up lights on the front of the house the same day, and putting out the Nacimiento (Nativity scene), with all of the clay figures, baby Jesus being added before Javi woke up on Christmas morning.

After looking at half a dozen more potentials, you found The One, and you owed it all to Javi’s ass.

Your eyes had been locked on his butt, admiring the way his jeans fit just right to make what little he had look so good while he was inspecting a possible choice, when he caught you staring as he was about to ask a question over his shoulder.

A smirk was pulled up on his lips as he turned to face you, knowing you made a sad audible sound that turned into an appreciative hum as you now stared at his very noticeable bulge—pretty sure he was dressing to the left, making out the faint outline of his dick.

Javi suddenly obstructed your view by setting the axe down in front of him, his hands holding the handle hiding his crotch.

Another sad sound came from you, finally meeting his gaze with a pout.

“My eyes are up here,” he said, pointing at them with his fingers.

“And your dick is right there,” you said, jutting your finger towards where it was hidden.

His eyebrow rose, looking amused, “My ass, too?”

Your cup had been discarded in the trash five trees ago, raising your hands in exasperation, “You know I am weak when it comes to your cute little butt—it takes everything in me not to touch it!”

“Yeah? You wanna touch my ass?” he asked, and you gulped because he was giving you a look that said you were about to have a very good time.

Except you were basically in a tiny public forest, and anyone could just come across the two of you, finding yourself turning your head from side to side to see if people were nearby when you did a double-take, spotting what you thought might be The One in the next row over.

Your feet were moving on their own accord in its direction.

He sounded confused when he called out, “Cielito?”

“Follow me,” you replied.

It was gorgeous up close, the right shape and color, all nice and full, your hand moving to test some branches and finding them sturdy.

“Is it too tall?” you asked Javi, who’d taken up the space beside you.

He walked up to it, comparing it to his height, and you could tell he was mentally thinking about how it would fit in the living room, the wheels spinning in his brain.

“It’d fit just fine,” he said.

Your lip was pulled between your teeth as you watched Javi do his inspection, him double-checking that nothing was living in it and testing branches, walking around it with a serious look on his face. You waited with bated breath, the anticipation like a ball in your belly, hoping it’d meet his approval.

His back was to you, a hand on his cocked hip, holding the axe to his chest with the other.

Turning to face you, he smiled.

“It’s perfect,” he said.

“Yes!” you shouted excitedly, pumping your fist in the air and laughing.

Breath was pushed from his lungs by the force of your body crashing into him as you threw your arms around his neck, being careful of the axe, kissing him enthusiastically. He chuckled into your mouth, his free arm wrapping around you to hug you close. Breaking the kiss, you looked at him, seeing his eyes so soft and full of happiness.

“We found our first tree,” you said, your cheeks hurting from your big smile.

He grinned, “The first of many, Cielito,” he replied, kissing you tenderly.

After the celebratory kissing, you moved out of his way to give him space to work, making sure you had a good angle to see Javi’s front and face. He had your undivided attention; biting your lip as you watched him set the axe between his feet to keep it from falling as it stood up. Your mouth went dry when he started rolling the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt up his forearms, revealing his golden skin. He popped open two more buttons on his shirt, giving you a glimpse of his slightly flushed chest and his neck—God, his neck. You must have made a sound because his eyes met yours, crookedly smiling, a look on his face that told you he knew the effect he was having on you, and then he had the audacity to wink.

It felt like you were going to combust; you clenched, honestly fearing there was a chance of fainting—just swooning like a Victorian woman who saw a sliver of wrist.

His long fingers gripped the handle tight as he lifted it up, his attention moving to the tree trunk, eyeing it for a moment before bringing the axe down with a thunk into the wood.

It was better than you ever could have imagined, stifling the moan that wanted to break free from your throat.

Sweat was glistening on his forehead, and down the line of his throat, his face pinched in concentration, grunting with the effort of his swings. It was too hot, having to fan yourself with your hand as the tree finally toppled to the ground. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, his breaths coming out harder, meeting your wide eyes with a knowing smile.

“Good?” he asked.

“Fucking incredible,” you breathed, slowly clapping your hands. “Ten out of ten, absolutely dripping. Honestly, this could be foreplay.”

He chuckled, “Let’s get the fuck out of here, Cielito.”

The tree had easily fit in the bed of Javi’s truck, him carrying it into the apartment where you already had the base ready to go in front of the large window by the front door.

That needy ache you were all too familiar with had taken up residence in your core, the tension so thick in the room you could practically poke it and feel all the horny energy. There were no doubts in either of you about what was going to happen the moment the Christmas tree was safely put up and secured. You both knew, and yet, care was taken to ensure it was centered perfectly and locked in tight.

You didn’t make it to the bedroom.

You didn’t even make it to the couch.

He fucked you on the floor in front of the tree.

Clothes were messily strewn around you, the hardwood cool under your bare back, your legs hitched high up on Javi’s ribs, digging your fingers into the flesh of his shoulders. His hips were snapping into yours, going hard, deep, the stretch of his cock filling you over and over again, causing red-hot pleasure to build in your center, unable to stop your uninhibited moans.

He felt so fucking good inside you, his teeth nibbling on your chin, rough sounds coming from his throat, your skin buzzing, feeling so close to the edge you could practically taste it.

His voice was low and breathy, “Look at me.”

Your eyes opened, finding Javi’s beautiful brown ones glazed over in lust.

“Wanna watch you come,” he grunted, his hand sliding between your bodies.

His thumb easily glided over your clit, your back arching at the electricity that moved through you, feeling yourself wind tighter and tighter, mewling under him, chanting his name in gasping breaths as everything inside you knotted together.

“Come on, baby,” he rasped. “Come for me. Let me have it.”

He was taking up your vision, his broad frame eclipsing the rest of the room, your brain focused on him and how he was making you feel—the slick slide of his thick cock pounding into you, his eyes watching you with such deep devotion, smelling his cologne, hearing his voice—it all had you falling over the edge, coming with a cry of his name, clamping down on him hard enough he had to slow to a grind, Javi groaning loudly.

“My good girl.” His tone was rough, his face screwed up like he was in pain. “Fucking love you. Gonna come.”

Pleasure was pulsing through your body, your brain fuzzy, Javi picking up speed, his thrusts wetter from your release. His head fell into the crook of your neck, panting hot breaths against your skin, his rhythm getting jerky, knowing he was close.

“Come inside me,” you gasped. “Want it deep—please, Papí.”

A ragged groan came from his chest, Javi pressing in hard one last time, his cock jerking as he came. Warmth radiated in your center, feeling him fill you, his hips rocking to fuck it deeper until he hissed from the oversensitivity, finally stilling.

His body went lax, collapsing on top of you, and you basked in the weight of him—all solid and warm—finding it comforting, rubbing your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, his breaths hot on your neck slowly evening out.

His words were muffled against your skin, “I should chop down more trees.”

You laughed, feeling him smiling.

“I think I’d die,” you giggled. “Just combust from the sheer sexiness.”

He lifted his head to look at you, lazily smiling.

“Don’t want you dying,” he said, kissing you. “I’ll tone down the sexy.”

“Impossible thing to do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After a quick, much-needed shower, the two of you started decorating the tree, not bothering to wear anything more than your underwear and a baggy t-shirt, Javi settling for a pair of white boxer briefs.

Christmas music was softly playing on the living room radio, two glasses of eggnog sitting on the coffee table beside your meticulously packed box of ornaments you were showing Javi, the tree already lit up with a string of colorful lights.

He’d been impressed with your collection—a large number were red and gold, and then there were the ones you’d gotten over the years, Javi asking about each and every one, telling him about trips to beaches, theme parks, national monuments, and national parks, some you simply thought were cute like the bulldog riding a skateboard you’d found at a thrift store, or the penguin wearing a top hat.

“Do you want me to help…?” he asked, looking a little unsure.

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“Yes?” you answered. “I want to decorate with you. It’s our tree.”

“Fuck, sorry,” he sighed, looking away. “This just seems like something important to you, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Pressing a hand to his cheek, you made him look at you.

“It’s not important to me—it’s just fun,” you said. “I enjoy buying ornaments and decorating the tree because I think it’s pretty, and I love the pine smell.” You smiled. “Getting to decorate with you would make me really happy, cause like I said, it’s fun, and it’d be even more fun to get to do it with someone, especially with the person I love.”

His eyes had gone rounder.

“You won’t care where I put your ornaments?” he asked.

“Well, first of all, we live together, we’re going to spend every Christmas for the rest of our lives together, so they’re our ornaments now—we’ll buy some more as a couple to add to the collection.” His face visibly brightened. “Second, you can put them wherever you want, babe—it’s just a tree, there is zero pressure, we’re just having a good time.”

He grinned, moving in to kiss you.

Javi was relaxed as you started decorating, quickly finding yourselves laughing at jokes and stories, filling the branches together, moving easily around one another. You serenaded him with songs playing on the radio, much to his delight, stealing kisses when you got too close and Javi grabbing your ass every chance he got, you doing the same to him until every last ornament had been placed.

The room was bathed in a soft rainbow glow, the tree sparkling.

Javi was solid behind you, his arms around your middle as you both admired your teamwork, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You felt so fucking happy; it was almost overwhelming with how it filled your entire body with warm fuzziness, thinking there was a chance you might float away.

“Do you like it?” he asked softly in your ear.

“I love it,” you replied, lacing your fingers with his on your stomach. “It’s the perfect first Christmas tree.”

“Yeah, it is.” He kissed your neck. “I love you, Cielito.”

“I love you, too, Javi. So, fucking much.”

Wednesday, December 16

The mall in Laredo was all decked out for the holidays with colorful lights and garland everywhere, they even procured a Santa for small children to cry in the lap of, the place busy since it was mid-December.

Standing at the perfume counter at Sears, you were smelling yet another sample while Christmas music played over the store speakers. Javi was at your side, watching you with that fond smile of his and holding the blender you were going to ship your parents under his arm, various other small gifts in a shopping basket dangling from his hand.

“Oh, I like this one,” you said. “I fucking love it. Javi, smell it.”

You held the test strip up to him to smell, Javi taking a sniff.

“Is it blackberry?” he asked.

“Yes.” You smiled, nodding your head. You smelled it again, eyes closing as you took in the notes. “It kind of reminds me of when I was a kid. My grandpa would take me on little hikes, and we’d eat blackberries on the trail. God, this smells so fucking good.” You picked up the bottle. “I should get it.” You glanced at Javi. “Should I get it, babe? Would you like it on me?”

“Yeah, Cielito. I think you’d smell really fucking good wearing it,” he answered, smiling.

You grinned, getting the sales associate's attention, and asked the price, your stomach dropping when she told you the high number. Chewing on your lip, you debated if you should buy it. The price wasn’t totally unreasonable, and you could afford it, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to spend that kind of money on yourself, especially with how much you’d already spent on other people. There was also the fact you had half a dozen other perfumes at home, and did you really need another?

Setting the bottle down, you frowned, the worker already helping another customer, deciding that the perfume wasn’t for you.

You smiled softly as you looked at Javi.

“I’ll get it later,” you said.

He was frowning.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah. I remembered I have all the other scents at home—I don't need another.” You shrugged.

“But you loved this one…” he said slowly.

“I did. But I also love the one I’m wearing, so it’s okay! Now, let’s look around some more; Maybe try and find something for your dad.”

The two of you browsed some clothes, you staring longingly at a sweater that looked so comfortable, then moving back to the kitchen department because you both decided that Chucho should get an ice cream maker, knowing the older man loved his sweets and always had a quart of vanilla in the freezer.

You were browsing new movie releases, the shopping basket held in your hand, while Javi had both small appliances under his arms. A movie caught your attention, pulling it out to show him, turning your head toward him—the look on his face had you pausing, it all pinched in annoyance and grumpy, taking a second to glance around and check your surroundings because you knew it wasn’t you, when it processed what was playing over the store radio.

“Not a fan of Mariah Carey?” you asked, turning your attention back to him and setting down the movie.

His frown deepened.

“It’d be fine if they played it once, but we’ve heard it three fucking times since we got here,” he said.

“But, babe, don’t you know all I want for Christmas is you?” you teased, smiling mischievously.

His eyes went wide, knowing the look on your face.

“Baby, no, don’t—” he said quickly, but it was too late, cutting him off as you started giving him a one-woman show, serenading him with, “All I Want For Christmas Is You.”

Were you a tad ridiculous? Of course, Javi’s cheeks flushed pink, his ears red, making sure you were dramatically pressing your hand against his chest or cupping his face each time you sang about how you wanted him. Javi couldn’t keep from smiling at your antics, and when you grabbed his butt, he leaned into your space to crash his mouth against yours to get you to shut up, thoroughly distracting you with his tongue.

You were breathing hard when you finally parted, Javi smiling at you.

“All I want for Christmas is you, too, baby,” he said, kissing you deeply, your free hand tangled in his hair.

Friday, December 25 (Christmas)

It was Christmas morning, and your alarm was blaring, groaning as you rolled over to shut it off.

Arms wrapped around your middle, pulling your bare back against Javi’s naked front, his lips pressing kisses into your hair, his big hand beginning to roam over the skin of your stomach as the grogginess of sleep slowly dissipated.

“I don’t wanna go to work,” you grumbled, eyes closed again, melting into his warmth under the covers, loving how he held you close. “It’s our first Christmas, and I have to spend it working. This is unfair,” you whined.

Being employed by a hospital meant you didn’t get holidays off if they fell within your workweek; there were always patients who needed to be cared for, so you’d have to go in, the only plus being the extra holiday pay.

Javi’s tone was all deep and raspy from sleep, “Presents or dick?” he asked, letting you feel the hard line of his cock as he ground it into your ass.

“This is why I love you,” you said, reaching up behind you to run your fingers through his sleep-tousled hair. “Knowing just what will make my day a little better.”

It never failed to amaze you how quickly he could have you going from zero to horny, especially in the mornings. Feeling him hot and hard, hearing the deep timbre of his voice, it was like a siren’s song to your hormones, making them scream that you needed him, that he was the only one who could soothe the familiar ache in your core. You were already wet for him, arousal swirling in your belly.

“Dick?” he husked.

“Definitely, dick,” you answered, wiggling your butt against him.

A low chuckle sounded from him, his hand moving to weigh your breast in his palm before teasing your nipple, pinching it between his fingers, moaning from the pleasure shooting to your center as it pebbled.

His tongue danced along the shell of your ear, making you shiver when he whispered, “Need my dick, baby?”

“Always,” you answered, the anticipation welling up inside of you.

Everywhere he touched, it felt like your skin was on fire, his hand trailing down your torso, eliciting soft sounds from your throat when he pressed his fingers through the wetness between your legs.

“Mmm, fucking soaked,” he rumbled, kissing your shoulder. A gasp fell from your lips as he easily pushed two thick fingers inside you, relishing in the stretch, languidly pumping them in and out of your sopping entrance. “My good girl keeping me inside all night,” he rasped, pressing a kiss to your neck. His fingers were loud as they entered you, sliding slickly from the mix of your arousal and his come from the previous night.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Want to get off on my fingers?”

“No.” You shook your head, wanting to feel him inside you, needing him to split you open. “Want you to fuck me,” you said, wiggling your butt again. “Put it in.”

“My needy girl,” he chuckled, his hand leaving you.

The heat of his body left for a moment, his big hand grabbing your leg to put up over his own to open you up and give him more space to work with. Seconds later, he was flush with the line of your body again, pressing his cock between your thighs, rolling the head of him over your entrance, teasing you, making you feel like you were going to erupt if he didn’t stick it in.

“Javi,” you whined, bucking back into him.

“Impatient,” he said, nipping at your ear.

Your pussy was throbbing in tune with your heartbeat, moaning loudly when he started pushing in, stretching you open, filling you inch by glorious inch, smoothly sliding home in one thrust. Javi groaned when he bottomed out, his fingers digging into your hip, the stretch of him divine.

His voice was rough, “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

You felt so full, moaning at how you could feel him throbbing against your walls, the achy need disappearing and turning into contentedness, happy that he was inside you, and wanting to feel him move. He pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in, setting up a slow rhythm that had you feeling every ridge and vein on his cock, him rubbing against all the right spots that had your toes curling.

He was rocking into you, the beginnings of an orgasm making itself known in your center, basking in the softness, and how you both were taking your time just enjoying one another.

You loved mornings like this when you didn’t rush, Javi slowly building you up, teasing you with his hand palming your breast, and playing with your pebbled peak, feeling electricity shooting through your body. Your fingers were still in his hair, turning his head to kiss your arm, moans falling from your lips from the pleasurable push and pull of his hips.

“Love fucking you in the morning,” he rasped, kissing the skin of your shoulder and neck, feeling the tickle of his mustache. “Love being inside you.” Your body was trembling, Javi’s pace picking up in speed. “Love knowing you’ll have my come inside you all day,” he groaned like he was thinking about it, his cock twitching. “You love that, too.” His hand moved between your legs, making you keen when he circled your clit. He was pushing you toward your release, feeling your muscles beginning to tighten. “Fucking love when I fill you up.”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, Papí.”

A rumbling groan sounded from his chest, Javi thrusting harder, grunting as he fucked into you, filling you over and over again. It was so wet between your legs, his cock slick with your juices and his come, hearing the suck of your pussy taking each deep plunge of his dick, the sharp slap of his hips sounding in the room, along with your moans and the rough sounds from his throat, all of it winding you tighter.

You were so fucking close, your fingers gripping in his hair, your pussy fluttering.

“Come on, mi amor,” he grunted. “Dámelo, give it to me. Come for me.”

He was heavy and hard inside you, feeling slick and come dripping out and around him, the pressure building in your core, your muscles pulling taut until everything came together and you were coming with a cry of his name—your body seized up, pussy clamping down on him as euphoria exploded through your system.

“There we go,” he groaned, fucking you through your high. “My good girl.

Your body was tingling, his thrusts drawing out your bliss as you rode the waves, your brain a pleasurable haze and feeling so fucking good. You knew he was chasing his own high, his breaths getting shaky, his hips thrusting into you over and over again, grunting in your ear. His fingers pressed against your sensitive clit again, gasping at the jolts of pleasure, tightening your grip in his hair.

“Want you to come again, but this time with me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

The sharp heat was already beginning to build low in your belly, nodding your head.

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Good girl.”

He was going hard, pistoning into you, the slap of his hips making your ass jiggle from the force. His fingers were playing your clit like an aficionado, knowing the right speed and pressure, not surprising you at all when everything started winding tight, your toes curling, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts.

“You close?” he grunted, sounding wrecked.

“Close.”

“‘M close, too,” he groaned in your ear. “Gonna fuck you full of me. Fill you to the fucking brim and fuck it deep—get you so fucking full of my come.”

His words had you coming with a gasp of his name, your pussy squeezing him hard, spasming around him as pleasure radiated in your body, Javi following with a low groan, pushing into you hard as he came. His teeth sank into your shoulder, making you hiss from the pleasurable pain, feeling his cock jerk and the wet pulse of him filling you, rolling his hips to fuck it as deep as possible, a happy sigh falling from your lips at how fucking good it felt. It took him a moment before he went still, soothing over the bite with kisses, his hand rubbing over your tummy.

“I love you,” he said into your skin.

“I love you, too,” you replied dreamily, scratching lovingly at his scalp.

“Merry Christmas, Cielito.”

“Merry Christmas, Javi—this was the best present to wake up to.”

He chuckled, his big hand grabbing yours from his hair to kiss your knuckles, his lips pressing against the diamond on your ring finger, the tender action making you feel like you were going to melt, knowing just how much Javi loved seeing you wear your engagement ring.

“I did get you presents,” he said, wrapping his arms around your middle to hug you against him, kissing your head.

“I know, babe, but just having you is all I really wanted.”

He was silent for a second.

“You weren’t lying,” he finally said.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“About what?” you asked.

“When you did that cute concert for me at the mall.”

“Oh,” you said, giggling. “Nope. It was true. All I want for Christmas is you.”

“All I want for Christmas is you, too,” he replied, nuzzling his face in your neck and hugging you closer to him.

Javi always knew how to make you feel better.

It was a bummer that you had to work instead of getting to spend the day with him while he had it off, but he’d given you orgasms, then made you breakfast to make sure you had a smile on your face when you walked into the hospital for your nursing shift.

One thing you were thankful for was your department being somewhat quiet; the patients were all post operations and were either asleep or so high on pain medication they just chilled in their beds.

Setting your coffee down on the desk at the nurse’s station, you went to check the new arrivals in the inbox, finding there were two, along with a notice from human resources that had your eyebrows furrowing.

Most hospitals offered the opportunity for high school students to come in and shadow different jobs they’re interested in possibly pursuing. Usually, they did it for a school assignment; other times, it was kids seeing what the work was like before deciding what to go to college for. You’d shadowed your sophomore year, spending half a day with a lovely nurse at your hometown hospital, following her around, seeing what the job was like, and loving every minute.

Your eyes scanned over the paper again, knowing the program was neat, but you were really fucking surprised some high school kid wanted to spend their Christmas with a random nurse instead of at home.

A frown settled on your lips.

Maybe they didn’t have family, or they didn’t want to spend time with their family, and this was a better alternative. Whatever the case, you were going to make sure they had a great time.

“It should be illegal that we have to work on Christmas,” your coworker said with a slight Texas drawl as she entered the station, flopping down in a rolling chair at the long desk.

“Someone has to take care of the sick people, Robyn,” you replied, walking over to take a seat next to her. Tossing the notice from HR in the trash, you scanned over the first chart in your hands.

She sighed loudly.

“That’s true. Could you imagine bein’ at the hospital all alone on Christmas?”

That had you frowning, thinking about Javi being alone at the apartment.

Hopefully, he’d go hang out with his dad, even though the three of you had celebrated the night before together. Chucho had been thrilled with his ice cream maker, him gifting you both some beautiful framed pictures of the two eight-month-old cows Javi had basically raised from birth that you both jokingly referred to as your bovine children. Javi’s dad was an avid photographer, with albums of photos at the ranch. He’d also gifted you a candid shot from Thanksgiving of you and Javi in Chucho’s kitchen making dinner—the two of you seeming to be in your own little world, with your arms around his waist, his hand cupping your cheek, gazing into each other’s eyes while laughing, looking so utterly in love it made your heart skip a beat staring at it.

It was hung up in the kitchen at your shared apartment.

You were itching to call and check up on Javi.

“Screw the one jello cup rule,” you said, glancing over at her. “We’re gonna make sure no one feels lonely.”

“Nope,” she smiled. “Big plans after work?”

“We celebrated with Javi’s dad yesterday,” you answered. “So, tonight, our plan was to open presents, have dinner, and watch the classic Christmas claymation movies. What are you doing?”

“Goin’ to my mom’s,” she gave you a look that made you laugh. Her relationship with her mother was not all that great.

“Why are you complaining about work, then? It’s getting you out of so much.”

“That’s a good point.”

“Oh! Apparently, some high school kid is coming to shadow me today.” You glanced at your watch, seeing it was half past eight. “They’ll be here from nine to noon.”

“Who’d voluntarily wanna spend their Christmas at a hospital?” Robyn asked, looking confused.

“And a teen, too,” you pointed out. “I don’t know, but I’ll make sure they have a good time—I was gonna go get some snacks from the vending machine. Want anything?”

“May I please have some Doritos?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She smiled brightly, “You’re the best!”

You laughed.

“I try.”

According to your watch, it was almost nine, having done your first rounds to check on patients, and currently charting notes at the desk while Robyn was doing her own rounds.

Footsteps on the linoleum floor told you people were approaching, not bothering to look up until you heard someone greet you by name, recognizing the voice as Geraldine from HR. She was a nice enough older woman, probably there to bring the kid shadowing you.

Your head came up to say hi, the word dying on your lips as your eyes widened, not expecting to find a Javier fucking Peña wearing a charcoal-colored suit, with a crisp white shirt, and the floral printed yellow tie you’d gotten him; it was patterned with dark and light blue flowers.

His eyes were sparkling, and he had a close-lipped smile on his face, looking handsome as always.

“I hope you got the notice that someone would be shadowing you today,” Geraldine said, taking your attention away from Javi, finally looking at her.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I didn’t know the program was open to all ages…”

“It is,” she said. “Haven’t had anyone over eighteen in years. Now, I am aware of your relationship, and Javier has promised to be on his best behavior. He claimed he was thinking about making a career change—” You could tell she saw through his lie. “And requested this department specifically, so he is here to watch you work and not distract you. Isn’t that right, Javier?” she asked, looking at him sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, meeting her gaze. “No distractions. On my best behavior.”

“Good,” she said, nodding. Her eyes met yours again, finally smiling. “Normally, shadowing is for three hours, but it’s Christmas, so if you’d like him to stay longer, he’s more than welcome as long as he remains on his best behavior.” Her face went serious again. “This is not a normal situation, and I don’t want to receive any complaints, so please do not make me regret allowing this.”

You understood what she was saying: No public displays of affection—no touching, no kissing, absolutely no fucking. The two of you needed to pretend like he really was just some guy thinking of starting a new career. It would be a test of your resolve, but getting to have Javi’s company for the day was worth keeping your hands and lips to yourself.

“I understand, Geraldine,” you said. “We’ll be professional—there will be zero complaints.”

“I know I can count on you,” she said, smiling again. “Well, Merry Christmas, you two!”

“Merry Christmas,” you and Javi replied, Geraldine walking away.

You looked at him, his eyes already on yours.

“You’re here,” you said, sounding surprised.

He smiled.

“I’m here.”

“You’re spending Christmas with me.”

“I’m spending Christmas with you.”

“This is so romantic.” You felt your eyes burning. “You abused a hospital program to get to spend a day with me at work.”

“Yeah—figured it was easier and less painful than becoming a patient.”

“This is definitely my preference,” you giggled. “Come sit next to me!” you said, excitedly patting the chair beside you.

Javi chuckled, walking around the desk and sitting in the chair you indicated, getting a whiff of his spicy cologne, having an almost Pavlovian response as your body heated at the smell.

Leaning in close, you whispered in his ear, “This is going to be the biggest fucking test of our self-control.”

His head moved to whisper to you, “I know. I’m fucking dying to kiss you and half-hard knowing you’ve got me inside you.”

“Jesus, Javi,” you gasped, feeling the wetness between your thighs.

“My best behavior,” he said, sitting up in his chair. “So, what are you doing?” he asked, pointing at the chart in front of you.

It took you a second to think straight.

“I’m making notes about the patient,” you said. “Things I’ve noticed that might interest the doctor, vitals, when I administered medication, how they’re healing.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

“I’m actually almost done, and then we can go check on room eight. They should be waking up soon—had surgery early this morning.”

“Sounds good to me,” he smiled, looking incredibly happy to be there with you, his eyes so soft they made your chest go tight. It was taking a lot not to kiss his stupidly adorable face, clearing your throat as you went back to writing.

“Hey, Javi!” Robyn greeted as she got back to the station.

“Hi, Robyn,” he replied.

“Why are you sitting back here?” she asked, taking a seat on his other side.

Leaning forward, you looked past him at her.

“He’s my shadow,” you said, pointing your pen at him.

“He’s definitely not a teenager.”

“Apparently, anyone can do it,” you said, shrugging.

“And Javi wanted to spend Christmas with you? That’s so sweet! He’s really raisin’ the bar for my expectations in men.”

Javi’s chest puffed out a little, and you snorted.

“He really is dreamy,” you said.

“So, dreamy.”

True to his word, he was on his best behavior. He followed you around, watching as you took vitals, administered medications, and made sure each and every patient was comfortable; Javi had the fondest expression on his face as he watched you interact with everyone, seeing the care, and making people smile even while they were in pain.

Only some of the patients asked why Javier Peña was in their room, you explaining that he was thinking about making a career change, and them looking very confused.

It was hard not being able to kiss him or touch him, but it was nice having him there, making easy conversation between your tasks, and Javi being genuinely interested in what you were doing, asking questions as you did things.

The worst times were when you’d have to go into a supply closet, and Javi was right there, the tension palpable, feeling his eyes on your body and knowing he was struggling just as much as you were. He’d open the door, and when he pressed his hand to your back to lead you out, your skin tingled under your scrubs, making you shiver.

At lunch, you took him to the basement cafeteria, letting him in on the secret that the grilled cheese was the best thing on the menu, the two of you eating your sandwiches at a table situated in a corner, Javi’s foot rubbing up and down your calf, making warmth spread through your body while you talked between bites.

He stole a kiss after lunch.

It was in the elevator, the two of you alone, the tension that had been building for hours finally snapping the moment the doors closed. He had you turning to face him, kissing you desperately, hungrily, swallowing the surprised sound in your throat, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he walked you back up against the wall.

It felt like there was a buzz of electricity under your skin, arousal burning brightly in your belly, feeling how much it’d been killing him not being able to kiss you, the man ravenous in the way he wasn’t wasting any time tasting every inch of your mouth. His broad hands moved up your front, palming your breasts through your blue scrubs, Javi wanting to get his fill of you, your fingers clutched on his waist for something to hold onto.

The elevator dinged, and Javi stepped away from you, leaving you in a daze as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, straightening his tie like he hadn’t just been giving you a toe-curling, cunt-clenching kiss seconds before.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said, stepping forward to hold the elevator door open.

Your brain was mush, had ceased functioning—pretty sure all of the blood had rushed to your pussy with the way it was throbbing.

Your lack of movement and response had Javi looking concerned.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

It seemed you could finally speak.

“Just having trouble thinking.”

Could you walk? You’d have to try. Oh god, your legs were a little wobbly, stumbling as you started moving, Javi immediately stepping to your side with a whispered shit as he grasped your arm and waist to steady you, helping you get out of the elevator.

“Kiss was that good?” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Shut up.”

You were finally getting your wits about you, shrugging him off, Javi walking at your side down the hall.

He leaned towards you to whisper some more, “I’m just saying, baby, I didn’t even put my dick in you, and you could barely walk.”

“Shut up, Javier,” you said through your teeth, making him laugh.

“You’re cute.”

“You’re a goddamn menace.”

It was an hour after lunch. A new patient had been brought in around eleven that morning, sleeping off the sedation the last time you did rounds.

Edgar Morales was a twenty-five-year-old male recovering from knee surgery.

Javi was with you when you went to check to see if he’d woken up, finding that he had, his eyes heavy-lidded and looking like he was feeling good on the pain medication.

“Are you an angel?” Edgar slurred as you checked his vitals.

“Afraid not,” you smiled. “How are you feeling, Mr. Morales?”

“You look like an angel,” he said, sounding drunk.

“Thank you! That’s nice of you to say. Now, I’m curious if you’re feeling any pain?”

“A little bit,” he answered with a frown.

“Okay,” you nodded. “We’ll see about pain meds a bit later. Are you hungry?”

You were aware that he hadn’t eaten since the night before, his eyes going wide.

“I’m starving,” he nodded.

“Well, let’s get you something to eat. It will have to be light; we don’t want to upset your stomach.”

You named off the different cracker choices you had and some drink options, Edgar settling on saltines and apple juice.

“You’re so pretty, and you feed me,” he said, smiling lazily. “You really are an angel—mi ángel.”

“You’re sweet, but really I’m just your nurse—it’s my job to take care of you. I’ll be right back.”

Javi was a little stiff as he followed you and unusually quiet.

The two of you were alone in the small room where the snacks and drinks were kept.

“Stop sulking,” you said as you filled a styrofoam cup with apple juice.

“I’m not sulking,” he grumbled, and you could hear him frowning behind you.

“You’re absolutely sulking.” You put a lid on the cup and shoved a bendy straw through the hole in the top, moving to grab a handful of individually packaged crackers. “He’s high out of his mind and harmless—he’s not a threat.”

“I didn’t think he was,” Javi sniffed.

Finally, you faced him, seeing the grumpy look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

“If it wasn’t off limits, I’d give you a kiss and make you feel better, so just imagine me kissing you with tongue, probably grabbing your butt, too. You know I’m a sucker for you in your suits,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

That made him smile.

“You’re a sucker for everything I wear.”

“That’s true,” you didn’t deny. “But there’s something about the suits—it’s like a powerful man roleplay or something, I don’t know, it does something to me.”

His hand went to his mouth, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip as his eyes darkened.

“You want me to pretend I’m your boss or something sometime?”

That gave you pause, your eyes widening, swallowing hard as you looked away, feeling heat licking up your neck.

“Maybe,” you finally answered. You met his eyes again. “No seducing me while I’m working.”

“I asked a question.” He smirked.

Your eyes narrowed.

“A sexy question, and you know I love when you do the thumb thing, so you are seducing me.”

Javi sighed.

“It’s so fucking hard not being able to kiss you,” he said.

“I know.”

“Or touch you.”

“I know.”

“I’m kissing you when we get home.”

“I pictured us making out all the way to the shower and still kissing in there.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Okay. No more sulking. I love you, and you are the only person I love.”

“I love you, too.”

“Good,” you said with a nod.

Returning to Edgar’s room, his face lit up when he saw you again. You guessed he was kinda handsome, a bit boyish with big brown eyes, his nose a little crooked. You got his tray situated over his lap, putting down his crackers and juice, Edgar already eating before you’d stepped away, moaning as he chewed.

“Will you marry me?” he asked with his mouth full.

This was a question you got a lot at work, people always exceptionally happy when you gave them food after they had to fast for their procedures.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Morales, I’m already very happily engaged,” you said, holding up your hand to show him your ring, watching his face drop.

“He’s a lucky man,” Edgar said forlornly, sadly taking a sip of his juice.

“I know,” Javi replied, and Edgar’s gaze locked on him, looking like he just realized there was another person in the room, setting his cup down.

The young man’s eyes landed on you again.

“You’re marrying your boss?” he asked with wide eyes.

“What? No, Javi’s not my boss. He doesn’t work here. He’s just watching me do my job.”

“Oh. He looks like some kind of boss man dressed like that. I hope he makes you happy. You only deserve the best, mi ángel.”

“I promise, he makes me incredibly happy. How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” he replied, smiling.

“That’s good!” You grabbed the remote that was attached to the bed. “If you need anything, hit the call button. Otherwise, I’ll check on you in a bit.”

You and Javi walked down the empty hallway back to the Nurse’s station.

“You really get proposed to all the time,” Javi said.

“I really do.”

“Really fucking surprised you cried when I asked—even more surprised you said yes. I feel like you’d be numb to the question by now.”

“That’s the thing, Javi,” you said, both of you coming to a stop as you met his eyes. “I’m not in love with those other people who propose. When they ask, it’s just words, they’re meaningless, but I love you. So when you asked if I’d marry you, it meant something, it was a question I was longing to hear, and the moment those words came out of your mouth, it made me feel like I was going to explode from happiness, just over the fucking moon. You could ask me to marry you every day for the rest of our lives, and every time I would answer yes, because I love you, and you are the person I want to be with.”

You could see what you’d said had gotten to him, his eyes shining, smiling softly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

The emotion was thick in his voice, “God, I want to kiss you so fucking bad.”

“Just imagine—”

“Already am,” he interrupted. “I love you, Cielito.”

“I love you, too, Javi.”

You started walking side by side again, his hand brushing against yours, a little smile forming on your lips when his pinky latched around your own, touched by the small gesture.

The remaining hours of your shift passed by quickly, Javi and you practically booking it from the hospital when it was time to go, him following behind you in his truck all the way back to the apartment, the two of you parking next to each other, walking together to the front door, Javi getting the door open, you stepping in first.

A surprised gasp fell from your lips as you found yourself being pushed up against the closed door, Javi’s mouth crashing onto yours, kissing you hard.

The room was glowing in a rainbow of colors from the decorated Christmas tree by the front window, presents wrapped beneath it, the radio in your living room softly playing Christmas music.

It was a bit surreal to have Javi kissing you like his life depended on it while Wham’s “Last Christmas” played, his tongue in your mouth tangling with your own, his hands moving, pulling your purse off your arm to toss haphazardly onto the entry table, him toeing off his shoes, and throwing his keys in the direction of the table also, but hearing them clatter on the floor. He felt up your stomach and along your sides, groaning as he kissed you, you answering in moans, your fingers working open the buttons of his suit jacket and pushing it down his arms, not caring where it landed.

“Fucking missed you,” he said into your lips.

“You were with me all day.”

“Missed kissing you.” He kissed you hard again, his hands mapping out your torso and squeezing your breasts. “Missed touching you.” He reached down to grab your ass, his tongue pressing back into your mouth.

He was hungry for you, needing to kiss you, needing to touch you.

Gripping the hem of your shirt, he pulled it off, his mouth finding yours again while he expertly unlatched your bra and tugged it down your arms. His hands roamed, touching every piece of skin they could, while you loosened his tie and discarded it, thinking it might have landed on the tree, your fingers undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and getting him to shrug it off. His skin was warm to your touch, feeling his pecs and down to his softened belly, moving to grab a handful of his ass.

He started walking backward, and you followed, kicking off your shoes as you went, the two of you continuing to kiss, touching each other as you walked, only pausing in the bedroom to get the rest of your clothes off before you were kissing again, unable to stop.

The shower involved more making out and stealing kisses as you washed each other, the two of you getting out with big smiles on your faces as you dried off.

Once you both had put on clothes, you opting for Javi’s old green t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, him in his grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that looked sinful with how it stretched over his shoulders, the two of you finally settled down on the floor in front of the Christmas tree to open presents.

“Javi?”

He was divvying up the presents in front of you both, groaning as he stretched to grab more under the tree.

“Yes, Cielito?”

“Thank you for making this the best Christmas I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

He sat up, smiling softly, turning his head to look at you.

“You might hate your presents,” he said.

“I don’t care about the presents—you could get me coal, and this would still be the best fucking Christmas.”

“Fuck, how’d you know what I got you?” he asked, leaning in to kiss you. “You’ve been extra naughty this year.” He pinched your thigh playfully, making you giggle.

“Javi, I’m serious.” Your words were muffled against his lips.

He pulled back to look at you, his eyes rounding.

“It’s been the best fucking Christmas for me, too.” He cupped your jaw. “Thank you for spending it with me.”

“You’re the one who figured out a way to spend it with me. Thank you!”

“You’re really fucking good at your job—I loved watching you work and seeing how much you care. You’re so fucking incredible.”

“Stop being sweet. We need to open gifts and not have me suck your dick.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

“There’s always after opening presents,” he said into your mouth.

“Yeah, there is.”

Finally separating, you looked at the presents in front of you, seeing each wrapped with different wrapping paper, able to tell which one’s Javi did himself, not looking as pristine as some of the others, and it warmed your heart how hard he tried to do a good job.

There were five presents for you and eight for Javi.

Normally, you spent Christmas alone. No family close by, friends busy, and it never bothered you, happy to watch festive movies, drink a bottle of wine, and open the presents you got yourself and the couple your family would send.

Your favorite part of the holiday was decorating, wanting to put up your tree as soon as was socially acceptable because seeing the lights and ornaments, all of the reminders of fun times, and memories of collecting them brought you joy.

Seeing how happy Javi looked, boyishly grinning as he took in his pile of presents, you thought this was your new favorite—having someone to share the day with.

“Which should I open first?” you asked, looking at your gifts.

Javi reached to grab a small rectangular present, it clearly wrapped at a store with its glossy red wrapping paper, and perfect bow, handing it to you.

“This one. What about me?”

“The big one.”

He had one gift that was a bit larger than the others and also rectangular.

Pulling off the bow, you got to unwrapping your gift, squealing when you found what was inside.

“Oh my god! Javi, I can’t believe it!” you said excitedly, turning towards him. “How did you know?” you asked, pulling the perfume from the box and spraying some on your wrist. “Oh my god, it’s the one I loved. Javier, oh my god, how did you know?” you asked again.

He was smiling so big, clearly happy you liked what he got.

“Baby, I was there when you tried it out.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were paying attention.”

“I always pay attention, and it smelled fucking good—you needed it.”

“Thank you!” you threw your arms over his shoulders and kissed him, Javi grabbing your arm to smell your wrist.

“Smells fucking amazing,” he said, letting go, you smelling it yourself.

“It really does. Ugh, I love you. Open your gift!”

“Okay,” he chuckled, unwrapping it, and opening the box. “New boots?” he asked, pulling one out. They were dark brown leather Chelsea boots that you’d spent a good amount of money on, wanting them to be high quality. He was checking it out, looking at all of the details. “These are fucking nice, baby. How much were these?” he looked over at you with big eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a wave of your hand. “You’ve had your other pair for ages, and it was time for new ones—only wanted you to have the best.”

“Thank you,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss you.

The boot was put back in the box, Javi handing you a medium size square box that he clearly wrapped himself, the paper decorated in reindeer, the creases not entirely flat.

Opening it, you found a little Jade succulent.

“I wanted to get this at the garden center!” you said.

“I know,” he nodded.

Your eyes were beginning to water. You hadn’t had any expectations on gifts, hadn’t really cared, to be honest, but seeing each present so far was something that he’d noticed you wanted? It was making you feel a bit weepy at how much he loved you. You couldn’t help yourself and had to kiss him again, telling him to open his next present, a small box.

He gasped when he opened it.

“You got me a fucking Rolex?” He sounded so shocked, looking at you with a matching expression. “This is too fucking much—baby, I... I can’t. These aren’t cheap.”

“You can, and don’t worry about the cost—it was the cheapest one, but I know how much you’ve wanted one, so I figured I’d get it for you.” You shrugged.

Javi was well aware that you made decent money with your job and were relatively debt free with a healthy savings account. This was something you could afford.

“I… fuck, thank you, baby,” he said, leaning over to kiss you. It made you smile as he immediately removed his old watch and put on the new one.

His next two gifts to you were books you’d talked about wanting to read.

He was delighted when his remaining presents were all clothes items he knew you wanted to see him in and that he teased you relentlessly about as he opened the two henley long-sleeved shirts, the blue flannel, the grey flannel, and a pack of Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He smiled warmly at the new tie you got him, it navy blue with a soft orange floral pattern on it, that he told you he’d wear when he went to work on Monday. His last gift was a pack of socks, the man honestly giddy, knowing that most of the ones he currently had were worn out and beginning to develop holes.

Handing you your last gift, he was looking at you nervously.

“I think I got the right size—I kept the receipt.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, wondering what he got you, able to tell he wrapped this one himself, the present all lumpy like he wasn’t entirely sure how to wrap it, making you smile.

Tearing the paper, it was your turn to gasp, finding the sweater you’d been eyeing the day you went to the mall.

“You got me the sweater!”

“I got you the sweater.”

You checked the size.

“It’s the right size! It’s perfect! Oh my god,” you choked, unable to stop the tears as you started crying.

Javi frowned, his eyebrows creasing, reaching to cup your cheeks and make you look at him.

“Cielito, what’s wrong?”

“It’s been the best Christmas,” you sobbed. “The sex, you being with me all day at work, getting me all of these things I wanted,” you said, holding up the sweater. “I’m just so fucking happy, and you’re so fucking perfect, and I can’t believe how fucking amazing today has been. I just love you so much, and I’m crying about it.” You cried harder, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh, baby,” he said softly, his thumbs wiping away your tears. His eyes were shining now, too, leaning in and placing gentle kisses against each of your cheeks, forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips, sweetly kissing you. He sounded a little choked up when he broke the kiss, meeting your watery eyes, “I’m really fucking happy, too.” You could see it in his gaze, the dark pools glowing with adoration, his hands cupping your cheeks. “I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed Christmas, fuck, it was probably when I still lived at home with my parents. I’ve been alone for a long fucking time and didn’t bother with the holiday shit unless it was against my will—”

“Steve and Connie,” you giggled, sniffling softly. .

“Yeah,” he said, smiling crookedly. “Steve and Connie, making sure I didn’t spend my holidays alone at home drinking. I’ve got you now, and this has been the best fucking Christmas—makes me look forward to all the other holidays, too, cause you’re here to celebrate them with me, and you make me so fucking happy, Cielito. I love you so goddamn much it makes my chest fucking hurt. Thank you for choosing me.” His thumbs stroked the apples of your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes. “Thank you for wanting to marry me.” He grabbed your left hand, bringing it up to kiss the ring on your finger. “Thank you for loving me,” he said, kissing you so tenderly and making you cry again at his sweet words.

“Thank you for loving me,” you replied between kisses.

The kissing was very wet, but neither of you cared, your fingers threading through his hair, letting him deepen it, moaning as his tongue slid along your own, feeling so fucking happy and loved, knowing he felt the same.

Your lungs began to ache for oxygen, pulling away from him with panted breaths. You wiped the wetness off your face with your hand.

“I have one more present for you,” you said.

Javi looked under the tree, eyes scanning the mess of torn wrapping paper and piles of presents, looking confused.

“What?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

“It was too small to go with the rest,” you said, getting up from the floor and carefully stepping over everything to stand next to the tree, pulling Javi’s tie off it and tossing it over onto the couch. You grabbed the red envelope that you’d pushed into the branches, moving to hand it to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, seeing his name written in your script on the front.

“Open it,” you said, vibrating with excitement.

He had a curious expression on his face as he tore open the top of the thick envelope, pulling out what it contained.

“Coupons for Javier Peña…” he read slowly, looking up at you with his eyebrows knit together. “What’s this?” he asked again.

“Open it and read!”

He carefully opened the book, his eyes going wide as his eyes scanned the first page.

“‘Redeem for one quickie,’” he read, flipping to the next page. “‘A sensual massage.’” Another page. “‘Roleplay.’” You saw him visibly gulp when he saw the following page, “Shit,” he gasped. “Anal?” he looked up at you, looking hopeful.

You nodded, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth.

“Yeah. Just give me one of those, and we’ll do whatever it says, circumstances permitting, and of course, like safe words and such, but I thought they’d be fun,” you said, wagging your eyebrows.

He was reading each page, his sweatpants beginning to tent.

“This one just says, ‘Titties,’ does that mean that you’ll show me your tits?” he asked, glancing at you.

“See them, touch them, suck them, come on them, fuck them, the world’s your oyster, baby, and with that,” you pointed at what he was holding, “you can do whatever you want to my titties.”

A grin spread on his face as he kept going through the book, hearing him whispering fuck here and there. You’d spent a lot of time making it, thinking of different things you knew he enjoyed and stuff he might like to try.

Getting to the end, he looked beyond excited.

“This is a great fucking present,” he said. “Come here. I wanna kiss you.”

Walking over to him, he pulled you into his lap to straddle his thighs, his hands cupping your face as he looked at you with dark eyes.

“Thank you, Cielito,” he said, leaning in and kissing you so hard the breath left your lungs.

When the kissing stopped, he rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your middle, hearing him turning pages in his book before there was a rip of paper, Javi moving to look you in the eyes once more.

“I’d, uh, like to redeem this one,” he said, handing you the piece of paper. You eagerly took it, wanting to see what he chose, your cunt clenching as you read the coupon.

“Oh, yes,” you purred, meeting his gaze. “We’ll need to have dinner first—something light.”

Javi smiled so big his dimple appeared, kissing you eagerly.

The hard length of Javi’s cock was buried so deep inside you, feeling so fucking full with your ass flush against his lap as he sat on the couch with your knees on either side of his hips. Your pussy was pulsating around him, his tongue curling with your own, a sheen of sweat on your skin from the few orgasms he’d pulled from you during the last hour you’d been in this position, Javi staying still underneath you as you warmed his dick.

His lap was drenched, glad that he thought to put down a towel, feeling his cock twitch inside you, your cunt clenching.

He sounded pained, “Fuck, don’t clench,” he said into your lips. “Gonna make me come.”

You moaned, Javi thoroughly kissing you, his fingers rolling your pebbled nipple and squeezing your other breast, trying to ignore the jolts of pleasure that were shooting to your pussy.

The sky had darkened outside, the room awash in a soft, colorful glow, filled with the sounds of quiet moans, panting breaths, and the low hum of Christmas music in the background.

Javi’s face was flushed, the skin of his chest pinked up, and his body glistening with perspiration, doing his fucking best not to fuck up into you.

The coupon had read, ‘Cockwarming for however long you want,’ and you knew you were going to be here for hours, Javi making sure you were both comfortable, bottles of water within reach, and your small bullet vibrator on the couch next to you.

He felt so deep you thought he might be in your guts, able to feel his cock all hard and throbbing, his mouth moving against yours in a passionate kiss, arousal simmering in your belly, and beginning to ache from the need to come again—fighting the want to roll your hips and chase some friction.

You must have wiggled because Javi grabbed your hips hard to keep you still.

His voice was low and raspy, sounding wrecked, “Need to come again, Cielito?” The question asked into your mouth.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Okay, baby,” he said, kissing you softly. “I’ve calmed down—gonna make you come.”

His hand fumbled beside you on the couch, grabbing the vibrator and hearing the dull hum as he turned it on. The anticipation had you squirming in his lap, gasping when he pressed it to your stomach, the vibrations tingling on your skin as he moved it up to circle around your stiff nipple. It was like he had a direct line to your pussy, feeling sparks igniting in your center, moaning loudly as you clenched around him. Javi groaned as he licked into your mouth, your fingers gripping his hair tight, the vibrator moving to tease your other bud, revving you up, heightening everything inside you, and making you want more, no, need more.

“Javi,” you whined.

“Your fucking soaking me, baby,” he said, lips pressed into your chin. “Fucking love when I play with your tits. You want it on your pussy? Want it on that pretty little clit?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

He nipped at your jaw, “My needy girl.”

The vibrator moved away, returning between your legs to touch your swollen clit. The thrumming vibrations had your spine straightening, loudly moaning Javi’s name, feeling like every nerve in your body was alight with the shocks of pleasure jolting in your core.

Your body began to tremble, knees shaking, your heart pounding in your chest, the sparks of your arousal turning to flames that were growing rapidly, soon to be a full-on inferno. His lips latched around your pebbled peak, sucking hard, your back arching as you cried out his name.

The sensations had warmth spreading from your pussy through your belly, tightening your nipples, making you flutter around Javi’s cock—soft sounds falling from your lips, your fingers gripping his hair, needing something to hold onto.

“I’m so close,” you moaned.

The muscles in your belly were constricting, the sharp spike of heat growing in your core, beginning to overtake you.

His head came up, “Come on, baby,” he rasped. “Soak my dick. Come for me.”

You felt yourself dripping, beginning to writhe, Javi pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as your body started to seize, every muscle contracting until you were coming with a gasp. Euphoria spread through your veins, your pussy spasming and clenching down hard on his cock. A pained groan rumbled from Javi’s throat, feeling him jerk inside you and the familiar warmth of him coming deep in your depths—come and your release leaking into his lap.

Thankfully, he had the presence of mind to switch off the vibrator and discard it before nuzzling his face in your neck, feeling his hot breaths as he panted. You felt utterly relaxed, your brain foggy with pleasure, stroking your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, enjoying the happy chemicals flowing in your body.

It could have been a minute, or minutes, staying in the moment as your heartbeats slowed together and you came down from your highs, but at some point, a giggle slipped from your lips, feeling fuck drunk and floaty.

His head came up to look at you, his eyebrow quirked.

The question came out rough, “What?” he asked.

You laughed breathlessly, smiling as you tapped your finger to the tip of his nose.

“Got you,” you said, erupting into giggling laughter again.

He did his best to keep a straight face, but it became too much, his mouth turning up in a smile, unable to stop chuckling.

Slapping your ass, he crashed his lips against yours, “You didn’t get me,” he said into your mouth.

“Yes, I did—my pussy is that powerful, making you come involuntarily. I fucking got you.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, smacking your ass again. “You fucking got me—I’m at the mercy of your pussy.”

“That’s fucking right.”

He moved to look you in the eyes, seeing his bright with mirth, a crooked smile on his lips.

“I love you,” he said.

You stroked your fingers through his hair before smoothing your thumbs over his eyebrows.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

“Merry Christmas, Cielito.” He turned his head to kiss your wrist.

“Merry Christmas, Javi.” Kissing his cheek, Javi moved to meet your mouth, a soft press of his lips against yours, until you were pulling back to meet his gaze, seeing him looking so happy, and like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “I wanna stay like this forever,” you sighed happily.

His hand moved along your cheek and into your hair, caressing your face.

“Gonna keep my dick in you all night,” he husked, clenching at his words. His eyes closed for a moment with a gasp. “Fuck, I’m already getting hard again.” His eyes met yours, the desire shining so clear. “We’re not moving from here—want you to keep me warm.”

Your eyebrow rose.

“We’ll have to get up at some point to go to the bathroom,” you said. “I love you, but a UTI is a no, thank you from me—we’d both have a bad time. Also, sleeping like this will absolutely fuck up your back, so I suggest a quick break eventually, then the cockwarming continues in the comfort of our bed.”

“You have the best ideas, baby,” Javi smiled, moving to kiss you.

“I know.”

Your ears picked up on the song that started playing on the radio, unable to stop from smiling as you broke the kiss.

“Javi?”

“Yes, Cielito?” he asked with a lazy smile.

“It’s your favorite song.”

You saw as he realized, his eyes closing with a groan making you laugh.

“It’s overplayed,” he grumbled.

“Yes,” you giggled. “But just remember, Javi, all I want for Christmas is you,” you said, kissing him.

“You’ve got me, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his arms moving to hug you to him. “For fucking ever, Cielito.”

And you knew that was true.

This was the first of many magical Christmases you’d share with the love of your life, Javier Peña. He was the best thing to ever happen to you—bringing happiness, joy, and love (the orgasms a bonus).

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#so when it went back to paper for a bit i’d just take entire plates of fruit and dessert with me when i left 🤷‍♀️ sometimes real food too

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

yes i’m totally normal about woody & his dad doing a lil pub gig with dan and charlie and proceeding to play teenage dirtbag together, during which dan comes up to the mic with his phone open to the lyrics and then proceeds to immediately leave his microphone and go share with charlie instead for literally no reason. i’m fine <3 just . look at this shit

53 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#4

ok but i am CRYING at this headline

57 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

this was too long for twitter but honestly i was pleasantly surprised about the publicity for heartstopper because i expected everyone on twitter to be like "wELL if every single actor doesn't immediately come out to everyone then how do we KNOW all the queer characters are actually being played by queer actors hmMM??" bc yknow. the internet is just Like That 🙃

and heartstopper's response (bc they almost certainly anticipated this) was literally just like "we have a queer cast, trust us, and not a single person in the cast owes you any more information than that. not to MENTION we go above and beyond to show you that this tv series was CREATED not only by an openly queer author who was given FULL control to write the entire screen adaptation of their own graphic novels, but also by a openly queer director who specifically made sure to hire as many queer workers as possible for every. other. department of the show. because yes, it's super important that queer actors play queer characters; but it's even MORE important that the representation extends FAR beyond the people you see on screen."

bc THAT IS HOW YOU HAVE GOOD REPRESENTATION. NOT forcing all of your actors to spend every single interview fielding questions about their own personal gender & sexual identities. good representation is making sure that―unlike the majority of films and tv shows, sadly―if you look beyond the main cast, the roles of director/producer/writer/photographer/makeup artist/crew member/etc are ACTUALLY fulfilled by a diverse group of talented people. true representation doesn't stop at the actors, or the portrayal of characters. it goes all the way up the ladder to everyone making the movie/tv show/etc happen in the first place. change can't happen long-term unless "older," well-established people in the industry (like euros lyn) use their position to create opportunities for fresh, new, young, diverse talent.

tldr heartstopper is a brilliant example of how to properly create a series both by and for the lgbtq+ community, and i was SO relieved to see all the publicity revolve around the story and the actors and the importance of representation WITHOUT requiring anybody who wasn't already out to clarify anything about themselves.

(ramble mostly inspired by this and sourced from this, if you haven't watched the video you 100% should !!! also ofc special shoutout to kit for taking absolutely no shit from twitter)

70 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

me, busy screaming about bim & senab maybe going on the US tour with bas

meanwhile, bastille:

85 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ok slight tour spoiler ahead but: during one segment he asked us to pick a noise and an influencer. someone said ‘boink’ and he was like ‘somehow that still sounds sexual’ and then we got to influencer and he was like ‘oh my god did someone say PHIL??’ so the sentence ended up being something about a secret society called the boink run by phil lester

and THEN he fucking says (something like) ‘joke’s on you, me and phil have been in boink together from the START!!!’ and. dan. my dude. YOU were the one who said boink sounded sexual do you not realize what that Sounds Like 💀

172 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

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[dullahandyke]

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I posted 10,340 times in 2022

1,012 posts created (10%)

9,328 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dullahandame

@fullmetal-alcremist

@avatar-tuner

@tmoblrina

@whats-2minus1

I tagged 2,855 of my posts in 2022

#swearing - 130 posts

#food - 123 posts

#yelling emernally - 118 posts

#food mention - 112 posts

#late late toy show - 109 posts

#gif - 100 posts

#caps - 80 posts

#unreality - 71 posts

#taz balance spoilers - 53 posts

#'long post' - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it is physically impossible to cry while watching legally blonde it is physically impossible to cry while watching legally blonde it is phy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Efink Murderdeath is literally so important to me. She named herself Efink Murderdeath. She is canonically sopping wet at all times. She's autistic. She openly advocates for switching sides so that she personally does not get hurt every two minutes. She married a man because he had a beard and for centuries she carried around divorce papers for when she next saw him but when she next saw him he was a king so she went OH OKAYYY I CAN ROLL. She then pushed him off a cliff no hesitation because she wanted to make her friends like her. She needs to feel wanted and she calls herself hot so often and she's so right. She and Lilith DEFINITELY have a thing. Her arc is about discovering the power of friendship and then using that power to become the grim reaper. She asks for hugs. She hates her dad. And most importantly she is transgender

1,112 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#4

the number of people i've seen with both 'exclusionists DNI' and 'bi/pan lesbians DNI'... pleeease tell me you hear yourselves and then please tell me why it's different when these people who have a complex relationship with sexuality are worthy of your hatred.

1,405 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#3

Shoutout to blogs focused on discussing aromanticism. It's vital that our perspectives and thoughts are shared, but the moment our posts leave our circle, they are subject to horrific amounts of ridicule, abuse, and 'debate' regarding our identities. Your work is vital, and I hope that your notes are kind to you.

1,609 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#2

if a mutual says 'prev' theyre shaking your hand and if they say 'PREV!!!' theyre gesturing at you wildly like an overly showy dog and if they say 'prev.' theyre echoing your wisdom as you hold each other in your arms with the solemnity of two people who know they are approaching death

3,757 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

if your piracy streaming site of choice doesn't have built-in subtitles, there's a firefox add-on that can add them from opensubtitles! you might have to right click and open the video in a new tab, but in my experience it works pretty well, and you can search for the subtitles from the add-on!

4,916 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

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[gxrlcinema]

I posted 3,311 times in 2022

640 posts created (19%)

2,671 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gay-jewish-bucky

@dingdongyouarewrong

@retiredpunkdxd

@aphrogeneias

@dragonsareattackinghogwarts

I tagged 1,810 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#ilanswers - 429 posts

#ilana.txt - 182 posts

#comment reblog - 162 posts

#anon - 85 posts

#i could queue this all day - 80 posts

#nika👯 - 71 posts

#ipmoshpit - 62 posts

#steve rogers - 60 posts

#stucky - 57 posts

#ren 🐝 - 52 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#maroon / mastermind / paris / anti-hero / you’re on your own kid / would’ve could’ve should’ve / labyrinth / karma / sweet nothing / glitch

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Natasha commits atrocities. You turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins. 

A/N: I didn't proofread this but @foreverindreamlandd and @aphrogeneias did so massive shoutout to them. Inspired by "Queen" by Perfume Genius, covered by Sizzy Rocket. Happy pride to the WLWs, here's some angst.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors please dni, foreplay (almost but not quite sex), semi-graphic discussions of death and violence, morally dubious reader

MASTERLIST

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454 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#4

psa

i am not going to write a sequel for you when you didn't even reblog the fic.

i am not going to write your request, that you sent to my dms without asking if i take requests, when i have never once seen you interact with my content.

i am not going to tag you in the sequel that i'm not going to write, when you have not even bothered to notice that the fic you're commenting on doesn't have a tag list.

fic writers are constantly begging for you to reblog our fics. to tell us something you liked about it instead of demanding more. if you're reading on this site, it is safe to assume that you've seen a post like this one.

i am not going out of my way for you when your actions demonstrate that you do not care about the time and effort that goes into my work. that you did not think it was worthy of sharing. so no, i am not writing you a sequel, or a request, or tagging you.

please do better when supporting fan creators. <3

814 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#3

attention - part two

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1,486 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#2

attention | namor x reader

“Please don’t kill Riri,” you step out towards the front of the cell, placing yourself between Namor and your roommate. The g-d has his back to you but you can feel the shift that happens. You’ve caught the g-d’s attention.

Before today, you’d been acquaintances who shared a dorm. Riri had made fun of you for studying folklore and mythology at MIT. You had offered to share your microwave mac and cheese at 2 AM while you crammed for finals.

That feels like it was ages ago now. Riri doesn’t say anything but you feel her tense behind you. She’s a genius after all; with Shuri in the other room and Namor intent on killing her, she has no power over what the g-d chooses to do to you for speaking against him. You are not a genius. Nor are you a princess. And you’re certainly not a g-d. You’re just an idiot who thought her roommate was being abducted and didn’t have the sense not to follow her. Now you’re the prisoner of a Mayan serpent g-d and his blue-skinned merpeople.

Namor turns around slowly, with an air of casualty that strikes a stark contrast to how silent and still the room has gone. His deep brown eyes trail over you, taking in every inch. They spark with something too dangerous to be amusement.

“And who are you?” he asks, his accent flicking over the words like the devil’s forked tongue.

You gulp, but hold your head high. “She didn’t know about your people, she couldn’t have known she’d be putting you in danger.”

He steps forward, the soft pad of his bare feet in contrast with the sharpness of his gaze, the primal grace of his movement. His eyes scan you up and down, taking in every detail of you. You try to hold still, but you’re sure he caught you tensing. The barest hint of smirk tugs at his lips.

“That is not an answer to my question,” he tells you.

He is close enough to the bars of the cell that you can smell saltwater on him, see where it glistens against his exposed golden skin. You’re struck by the idea that this is what it feels like to be caught in a riptide.

“I’ll answer it if you leave her alone,” you reply.

A twitch of his right eyebrow, so quick you’d have missed it entirely if you’d blinked a half second later. Something dangerous glints in the murky depths of his brown eyes. Your veins thrum with the urge to run. You’re glued to the spot. You can’t seem to look away from him, no matter how much Riri tenses behind you, no matter how much your own mind screams at you not to pick a fight with a g-d.

“I asked your name, surface dweller.”

There’s something in his eye. It’s like being swept up in a strong current.

“Y/n,”the words fall from your lips before you’re even aware you conjured them.

“Y/n,” he tries the name on his tongue.

He takes another step towards the bars of your cell, close enough that you can smell the saltwater on his skin.

“What are you doing?” Shuri’s voice echoes on the marble. You don’t glance at her, and neither does he.

“Princess,” he smiles, eyes locked on yours, “I was just meeting your friend.”

He finally, finally turns his head to look at her. The spell is broken. Your eyes dart to Shuri as he moves towards her. Her brow furrows at you, alarms ringing out from behind her eyes. It is then that you realize your eyes are wide. It is then that you realize your chest is heaving.

You watch Namor’s back as he moves to Shuri, his gait less predatory than it had been a minute ago when he advanced on you.

“Come,” he tells her. “We have much to discuss.”

The two of them walk to the door, which he gestures for her to move through first. His eyes catch yours again. His smirk is foreboding, an omen only a g-d could conjure. Your mind begs you to look away. You ignore the omen and the pleading and hold his gaze again. The smirk widens. He walks out the door.

You’re struck with the terrible feeling that this isn’t the last of your interactions with Namor. You’d acquired the attention of a g-d. It is not lost so easily.

part two

2,684 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

it’s getting to be that time of year again so this is a friendly reminder to fanfic writers:

not everyone celebrates christmas

christmas is not synonymous with winter or coziness

calling explicitly non-christian characters/people "scrooges" or "grinches" for not celebrating christmas or not “being in the christmas spirit” is not chill

erasing an explicitly non-christian character/person’s identity by having them participate fully in christmas with no thought to their own religious/cultural traditions is not chill

i'm glad y'all are having fun with your holiday! just please be respectful to the people for whom it isn't a holiday.

19,553 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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[spookiekewchie]

Petty Revenge

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Ransom Drysdale x woc!reader x Lance Tucker

Summary: The one where Ransom and Lance are annoying, and petty.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: lance and ransom being annoying, lance and ransom being menaces, unprotected sex, double penetration (includes anal), improper use of panties (as a gag), spanking, pussy slapping, overstimulation, squirting, choking, a little light bondage, general language warning

A/N: second gif credit. As usual I think of stupid things and then write them once they’ve spiraled out of control. Shoutout to @georgiapeach305132​ for contributing to this madness and @geminixevans​ for yet again supporting my nonsense. Pardon any errors or typos please, this mess is poorly proofread ngl. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

All you wanted was a nice dinner with your two men, no bickering, no dick measuring, no trying to one up each other at the table. You should have known that was never going to happen. Not with Ransom and Lance’s out of control egos running rampant and unchecked as of late. You heaved a sigh, excusing yourself from the table after the waiter had taken your orders and discreetly tracked him down, catching him just as he stepped out of the kitchen. It was a simple request that you had, cut up the men’s food into bite sized pieces before bringing it to the table. Just a little petty reminder that they were annoying and you were not above stooping to their level of childishness to get your point across. The nervous waiter was a little reluctant until you slipped him the hundred dollar bribe, and by the time the food was delivered to the table just a little later in the evening you could see that he’d managed to convince the kitchen to fulfill your petty request. 

“What the fuck is this?” Ransom snapped first, looking up at the waiter who just quietly motioned to you as you smiled to yourself and focused on your meal. 

“Babe, why is our food cut up into little pieces?” Lance questioned, voice seemingly calm but you could hear the tension under it. 

“Because you’re both a couple of fucking babies.” You snapped at both of them before offering a sweet smile to the nervous waiter who just nodded and scurried away as Ransom and Lance shared a look between themselves. 

That was two hours ago, and now they’ve got you sandwiched between them in the bed, panting, whining, and shaking as they worked you over for being a brat earlier. Lance was completely bare, but Ransom had barely made it out of his pants and shirt before he had to bury himself inside your ass while Lance eagerly filled your cunt. Clearly the petty bastards hadn’t gotten over your little stunt at the restaurant. 

“Who’s the dumb little baby now, huh?” Lance cooed mockingly, causing you to whine as he thrust into you just as Ransom withdrew from the tight ring of your ass until just the swollen tip of his cock remained. The two of them had been working in tandem, keeping you cockdrunk as they worked you over. Whatever words you might have had are nothing but whimpered nonsense when you feel Ransom rutting back into you suddenly, and before Lance had drawn himself back. The man under you hissed, throwing a glare over your shoulder at the other’s smirking face. 

“I don’t think she can answer, think my dumb girl is too full and fucked out to even think.” Ransom sighed, a hand tangling in your curls you roughly wrench your head back so that he could claim your lips in a greedy kiss. It lasted all of two seconds before you felt Lance’s calloused hand around your throat, his fingers squeezed tight enough to restrict your air and your hips jerked against the two men filling you. 

“Pretty sure we both know who’s making her dumb right now, and it ain’t you.” Lance ground out, hips flexing under you as you gave a needy mewl and let him pull you down against him so that he could claim your lips in a demanding kiss of his own. You could hear Ransom growl behind you, hips snapping hard as he took advantage of the new position before he let a hand slap down against your ass. Both men groan in unison as your body clenched around them, walls fluttering around their cocks as you ground against them in need of more. 

“Shut up and fuck me!” You finally found your voice, huffing out a breath as you grabbed your discarded pair of panties to shove into Lance’s mouth. Ransom chuckled, the sound cutting off when you grabbed the scarf still somehow draped around his neck. You pulled, and you could hear the choked sound he gave. You didn’t have long to relish it, the two men giving into your demands almost immediately as they roughly rutted into you hard enough to rush the air out of your lungs. Ransom’s hand came down against your ass again, causing you clench around them as your nails dug into Lance’s chest. The hand around the ends of Ransom’s scarf held tight and it was all you could do to hold on as the two men fucked you into one mind numbing climax that had your ears ringing, toes curling, and electricity shooting up your spine as you caught enough of a breath to let out a scream of pleasure before your eyes were rolling back and you were falling limply on top of Lance. They didn’t stop, continuing to thrust into you as you grunted softly at their every thrust until they were spilling inside you. 

“I think I made her pass out.” Lance muttered smugly after a moment of you not moving. 

“Pretty sure I’m the reason she passed out.” Ransom countered, tugging the scarf from around his neck now that he could breathe easier without you pulling so tightly on it. 

“I didn’t pass out, God you’re both so fucking annoying.” You groaned into the pillows, and though they couldn’t see it, both of the men knew you were rolling your eyes at the pair of them. 

All you heard then was a heavy sigh before you were flipped over, and easily positioned with your hands tied to Ransom’s headboard with his scarf. “She’s still being a brat.” It was Ransom that spoke first. 

“And if she’s still got enough energy to call us annoying then we haven’t done enough.” Lance sighed out, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as they looked down at you as you tugged at the annoyingly secure knot that Ransom had tied into the scarf. Ransom’s smooth hands moved to spread your legs, the two men humming in approval at the sight of their cum leaking from your fucked out holes. 

“Untie m—” You cry out in surprise when you feel a calloused hand slapping against your puffy sex, a deep moan rolling out of your when Lance repeated the action and had your hips jolting against the bed. Ransom’s fingers pushed into your mouth, sinking back towards your throat to force you to gag around his fingers as Lance landed another slap against your sensitive cunt. His fingers made contact with your clit on the last slap, and it sent you spiraling over the edge again as you moaned and gagged around Ransom’s fingers. 

“Sweetheart, you’re already trembling.” Ransom taunted, pulling his fingers from your mouth and teasing them against one of your nipples. “We’re just getting started.” 

You should have known they wouldn’t be satisfied until you were well and truly a blubbering mess. What you didn’t expect was the overstimulation that would follow, and the many orgasms that they would force out of you until the sheets had been soaked with your juices and they had finally managed to make you pass out because you were too damn stubborn to tap out. 

“One more, give us one more.” You didn’t even know which of them was speaking by that point, your blood was rushing in your ears and your sight was blurry from the tears that had been shed. You didn’t think you could, you were sure that you didn’t have another one in you, and the light headedness was quickly telling you that you’d be out soon enough. Your body on the other hand gave in to the pleasure that the two men insisted on giving you. One final gush of your juices and you went limp as the darkness took you. 

You weren’t sure how long you were out, but when you come to you were wrapped up in Ransom’s arms and laying on his chest as he ran a soothing hand down your back. “Lance is running you a bath.” He answered, already knowing what you were about to ask when you noticed the lack of a certain gold medal Olympic athlete in the bed. “I’ll order you some food in a bit.” He added, causing you to smile into his chest as you pressed into him as much you could. 

As promised, Lance took care of your bath, making sure you took the occasional sip of water from the bottle he had swiped from the fridge. Cleaning you up while Ransom ordered food and changed the sheets. When next you were laid in the bed, Lance was the one to take care of you. Massaging out the tension in your sore muscles until you were feeling warm and jelly-boned before he helped you into one of Ransom’s sweaters. Food arrived soon enough, brought to the sofa where the three of you ate and thankfully your two idiots were far more distracted with taking care of you than being outwardly competitive about who was doing the better job. 

In the end you end up back in bed, sleeping soundly between the rich pretty boy and the Olympic gold medalist. Both of them knowing better than to wake you up with their bickering.

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[kiwi-lawson]

So it’s my birthday and I am super close to reaching 400 followers, which is crazy since I’ve had this account for about 6 months - thank you to all of you who have been around to put up with this disaster of an account of a 25yr old who is still getting her head around this sport (I’m also calling this my quarter-life crisis, but it's no surprise considering I love watching sport, and motorsport isn’t a foreign sport to me) But enough of me waffling.

I figured instead of doing 2 of these so close together, I would just do I big thank you to you all, featuring some shoutouts to some accounts that have made my start into f1blr a fun time - and sorry I will have 100% missed a few accounts.

mutuals I love

and apologies I'm someone who is very bad with words and suck at explaining things in great detail - so some of these might get a little repetitive

@dams-racing: Cassy is one of my favourite accounts mainly because she provides so much content, and also a lot of content for Marcus, but also she is just super lovely and very helpful when I was setting up this account as I was already following her from my other account.

@liam-lawson: Nina is another favourite, as again she provides so much quality content

@renaultsportacademy: Em is someone I often see in my activity reblogging and liking posts, so always appreciate that support!

@withhopeinourhearts: Bea is again someone I love following, great content and always super supportive of my content

@geooooooorge: Anja is someone who was super welcoming at the start and all-around just has a great feed of posts and is also someone who I often see in my activity!

@grussell63: Kat is another account I have been following prior to having this account and was another one of the ones that after seeing her content made me want to start my own account just fully dedicated to f1

@formulaur: Lauren again has another account I love, also her collegiate affairs series with Amanda (aka acrosstobear) is incredible, seriously go read it!!

@brawn-gp: Barbi is yet another one who is super supportive and also has some amazing content herself, gifs, edits, videos you name it!

@motopg: Inez has some of the most incredible graphics, and is a massive inspiration!

@maxricciardo: Gisela is again another account with some amazing graphics!

@mickdidthat: Ali is another human who is super lovely and supportive and someone i often see in my activity and also provides some great content

some more mutuals that I love

@scenarioseven @f1-girl-sv @formulola @landonrris @donaidk @vamp-void @dishaaster @goalkepa @formulavroom @leqclerc @p1tstop @blesshimvettel @mnza @max-fewtrell

(sorry I wanted to write a bit for everyone, but I just had so many and I was pretty much writing the same stuff, which was that you all post amazing stuff and you are all super lovely and supportive)

and finally, I just wanted to give a shoutout to some non-mutual accounts that I think post some amazing content on here and love!

@yukitsunoda @race-me @pinsaroulettes @pitcrew @acrosstobear @pierrelli @scharletred

#just wanted to show some love and appreciation #also this was such a bitch to write on my computer because for some reason it wouldn’t let me use like half my keyboard #but it was working fine so I had to type it up elsewhere and copy it over 🤦🏼‍♀️ #mine #kiwi-lawson

[mylover]

hihi ლ(・ヮ・ლ)  thank you so much for 1k and for choosing to follow this mess of a blog! this blog has only been about 3 months old and i’m so so so thankful to how far i’ve come and to everyone who chooses to follow,to like and reblog my silly edits and to even talk or be friends with me!

to celebrate this milestone as well as to thank you all for following , i’d like to host a mini celebration~~

✧ rules✧

- must be following me + reblog this post, that’s it:)

✧  send me 1 or 2 of the following!  ✧

-  ✨ for a url edit

-   💘 for 3 things i love about your blog

-   💞 for a post spam! i’ll like,reblog and queue your posts such a thank you:) 

also, now that you’re here, do check out my sideblog :)

here’s a shoutout to the mutuals who’s been soso kind to me and also some of my all-time favourite blogs. thank you for appreciating my edits and for being so supportive of them(even when its bad),choosing to leave cute tags below or to even send asks about my day!they mean so much to me and really encourages me to become a better editor.i can never ask for better mutuals and i cant thank you enough.i am but a smol bean T.T you all make tumblr a platform that’s so fun to be on:”) 

sorry for limiting everyone to one category when some of you could be in all!

format inspired by the lovely @rapanzel ⊂(･ω･*⊂)

♡ mutuals who make the best graphics ♡  

 @seegoldendaylight  ~ @timcgraws ~ @alltoowsll ~ @hugallurfriends ~ @cellphonehippie ~ @highlikethemoon ~ @nweromantics @newrcmantlcs ~ @repwtation ~ @ybwme ~ @film-margot ~ @thydaisy ~ @ionlyspeakswift ~ @watersmelonsugar ~ @stolenxkissess ~ 

♡ mutuals who make the best gifs ♡  

@johnsaxbys ~ @melodramas  ~ @spendsmychange ~ @upgrinning ~ @recklesspath ~ @merldruck ~  @purpleswift ~ @tayloralison  @taylorswifh ~ @sunsinksdown ~ @bellesbooks ~ @ldlie~ @recklesspath ~ @supermanacoustic ~ @johnmulanev~ @aimlocked ~ @false-god ~ @calmvocals ~ @swiftrosegarden ~ @nowimhaunted ~ @altarsismyhips 

♡ mutuals who are the biggest sweethearts ♡ 

@spidey-swift ~ @tayllor ~ @sunwillcomeup ~ @redacoustic ~ @liabilityacoustic ~ @alanisinterludes ~ @rapanzel ~ @tragedynow ~ @alisonsmouth ~ @falsegxd ~ @spendforevers ~ @t-swft ~ @anarrowhead ~  @ashleysfrangipane ~ @starswerealigned ~ @alltoosam ~ @tayaesthetic ~ @singinginthecar ~ @missmericanas ~ @missegyptiana ~ @tayl0r1989 ~ @fearlessacoustic ~ @lanalovestay

♡ mutuals whose urls are my favs ♡  

@shouldvesaidno ~ @peeta ~ @lizzo ~ @wonderfck ~ @encanted ~ @greenlight ~ @futurenostalgic ~ @youbelongwithmes ~ @bestday ~ @corneliarights ~ @thatwasthenightthingschanged ~ @oldiaries ~ @armorfalls ~@combackbehere ~ @heartbreakprince ~ @krstnbells ~ @thewineforyou ~ @cruelsummers ~ @everythinghaschanged 

♡ lastly,mutuals whom i hold closest to my heart ♡

@tylorswift ~ @callitwhatyouwnt ~ @loverred~ @tonguetiedholland @thehandsoffate ~ @dwohandstied ~ @after-glow  ~ @screamingcolour ~ i cant thank you enough for being so sweet to me thank you for always helping the silly me and listen to me ramble about things ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

once again,thank you so much for 1k :) i am but a smol bean but some of you thought i’ve been here for ages lsjflsksjakej heheehehe

#if you can't already tell #i love you all so much from the bottom of my heart

[breeeliss]

Alrighty, so if you haven’t heard from July 2nd until July 15th, people from the fandom will be participating in Miraculous Content Creator Blackout ( @miraculousblackout ) in order to protest the rampant art theft that has been affecting many creators in the fandom. In essence, people are committing to pausing content creation, freezing any ML related blogging, and spreading information about art theft. 

Now, for the sake of transparency, I will say that I am personally choosing not to halt my blog and will continue to post my writing. This is a personal decision and is in no way meant to delegitimize the protest. Many of you follow me for my writing, and I do not wish to deprive you all of that. I also want to continue to support ML artists and writers by continuing to reblog their work.

However!! I do want to say something about content theft and what can be done to prevent it. 

Etiquette

There’s really murky legalities around fanart/derivative works and copyright claims over the owners of the characters depicted. To save the legal jargon, I feel like this boils down very easily to a certain standard of respect and etiquette for people who put labor into creating any form of content. 

You do not have any right to decide how art/writing is used if you do not own it/did not create it. Very simple. Not yours? You don’t have a right to decide how it’s used. That right belongs entirely to an artist. This means that an artist can decide how they wish for you to interact with their creations, and it is basic etiquette and decency to respect those wishes. 

Acceptable forms of interaction usually involve interacting with the original post. So liking/reblogging/retweeting/etc. the original post, leaving comments, sending the artist messages about the post, etc. are great ways of appreciating art. It gets the artists hits and notes and it’s a great way to ensure they’re getting credit for their work. 

Now if you want to post art somewhere else, put it in a video, translate a fic you found, etc., always ask the artist for permission first just to be safe. It’s best to ask and get permission rather than assume it’s okay and upset an artist. Now if an artist says no, your job is to respect that decision and interact with their art in the way they’re comfortable with. If you’re thinking of interacting with an artist’s work in a way that they have not explicitly approved of, always always always ask to be sure. 

This also goes for tracing, taking another person’s art and putting it into your own creation, slapping art on merchandise without the artist’s permission, etc. Don’t do it without express permission. 

If ever you find yourself asking, “but I said it’s not mine!,” “I’m giving publicity to the artist,” “it’s art on the Internet I can do what I want,” refer to the bolded text: you do not have any right to decide how art/writing is used if you do not own it/did not create it.

What do I do if I’ve found stolen/reposted art?

First, make sure that it is indeed stolen/reposted. Good way to tell is to check watermarks, check posts, and check tags. A very quick and easy way to make sure the poster of the art is actually the artist is to check the art for watermarks and see if it matches the username of the poster. Now this often isn’t ironclad, so another good way to check is to read the posts of the original work. If you see someone saying “credits to the artist,” “look at this pretty art I found,” etc. you can be sure it’s a reposting. Checking the tags is another good method that I’ve used. A lot of artists tend to tag their art with things like #mine, #myart, etc. and that’s a good way to tell if the post is original. 

Now, if you can’t figure out who the artist is or you’re not sure if this is stolen/reposted, another good method is doing a reverse image search on Google. Google allows you to search by image rather than keywords and will show you every website in which the image appears. This is usually a very good way to try and see not only where else this image appears, but where it originated from. This is also good for people who find art randomly on Google and want to find the original artist to ask them permission to use their art. 

If you think art you’ve seen is stolen/reposted, it’s best to notify the artist right away before taking any action on their behalf. Simply sending them a link to what you think may be reposted art is often the best thing to do so that they’re aware and they can proceed from there. Be very careful about sending reports on behalf of others until you’re positive that is the method they wish to proceed with. If you know for sure that the artist does not condone reposting, you could report art “on the behalf of the artist.” 

Now, not only is it very possible that a thief/reposter will refuse to take down the stolen art, but it also happens quite often if the constant art theft posts made by fandom artists wasn’t enough of a hint. If talking to the thief/reposter first doesn’t work, that’s where you report the post/user. 

So how do I report stolen/reposted art?

@wintermoth has this really amazing comprehensive guide for artists that want to report their stolen/reposted art that you can find right here. As mentioned before, if you are not the artist of the stolen art, it’s usually best to notify the artist first and make sure to submit reports “on the behalf of the artist” if you’re 100% sure they do not condone that method of theft/reposting and are fine with fans reporting on their behalf. 

What about fics?

Same policies apply. If you want to translate a fic or throw it up on another website (such as Wattpad) that is something you need to ask the writer first and give them the proper credits. When it comes to fanfiction, the best thing you can do for a writer is reblog, like, comment, bookmark, gives kudos, and circulate links to the original piece. Anything past that needs the express permission of the writer. I don’t think I need to say that outright plagiarism of fics is nothing short of theft. 

This also goes for fandubs, using fics in comics, etc. Ask the writer! Sometimes we’re happy to let you dub over our work, translate it, and put our fics in comics so long as you let us know, credit us, and link back to our original writing. If a writer happens to not be okay with that under any circumstances, that is something that you need to respect. Once more:  you do not have any right to decide how art/writing is used if you do not own it/did not create it.

When it comes to reporting fics, you’re likely going to be doing that either on AO3, Fanfiction.net, Tumblr, or Wattpad. 

AO3: you can use this Report Abuse Form to file a complaint if you think that your writing has been plagiarized. This usually works for unauthorized posting of your fics and outright stealing your fics. Have links available and be as specific as you can in explaining what sort of offense was committed. 

Fanfiction.net: you can visit their Support page and email their support team with a complaint about abuse by putting the word “abuse” somewhere in the subject of the email. Again, provide as many links as you can and be thorough in your explanation (typically it suffices to say that you believe your story has been plagiarized or resposted without your permission)

Wattpad: you can visit their page on How to Report a Story. Essentially what you’ll want to do is go to the description of the story that you’re reporting and find the “Report this Story” link on the sidebar on your right hand side. When you reach the portion where it asks you to choose the issue you’re having, you’ll select “I have a Copyright violation” and follow the instructions that follow.

Keep in mind that with Wattpad, you have to have an account to see the stories on Wattpad and only the original author can submit a report. So make sure that you notify the original author of the fic if you happen to see their stolen fics on Wattpad. 

Tumblr: similar to stolen/reposted art, you can file a Misattribution/Non-Attribution Abuse Report through Tumblr’s Abuse Page. They make it very easy and simply ask you to provide the link to the stolen fic and the original fic in order to submit the abuse report. 

Again, please visit @miraculousblackout for more information about the blackout. Click these links if you need more Info or want to make a post and need to use Graphics (shoutout to @squirrellygirlart for the one I used above). If you’re an Artist or a Writer and you want to get involved, also check out those links. 

#miraculousblackout #art theft #content theft #psa #miraculous ladybug

[fairytail-is-the-best]

Hello everyone! ~ 

I’ve been on tumblr for about 3 yrs - heading into my 4th! Although I don’t post regularly, as yes you guessed it - I am a student! Despite a busy life, I try to make graphics and gifs (this gif is a preview of all the works I’ve done, you can see them all here. Honestly, when I first started tumblr I didn’t think I’d be able to create all these works, meet people, get into an occasional fight with a reposter (those who post works without artists’ permission), make mistakes of reblogging works posted by a reposter etc. Having said that, thank you so much to every single one of my followers (yes all thousands of you!) , for all the support, especially those who always like/reblog my works that I spend hours on. You bring me inspiration and happiness! 

Shoutout to those who have mentioned me in their follow forever, or tagged me in a ‘get to know me’ or anything like that - I love to interact and to read what my followers say! <3 

Soooo that’s why I wanted to host a small giveaway!

NOTE: THIS IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO RESIDE IN THE UK OR US OR AUSTRALIA. As this is my first giveaway, and I do not have a huge budget, I apologise. 

To view the giveaway items: here (I was lazy with throwing together a picture)><

First winner will receive: 

- 2 notebooks: one with plain paper and one with lined paper, and keeping with this orangey colour concept, plastic Haikyuu! A4 Folder (this does not have lots of separate plastic sleeves, it is a document sleeve). 

Second winner will receive: 

- A plastic Free! A4 Folder (again like the Haikyuu! folder, it does not have lots of separate plastic sleeves, it is a document sleeve). In keeping with the blue colour concept, A ‘Motion’ mini notebook and a set of black and gold bow earrings. 

3. as a BONUS: 

Each winner will receive either the fairytail necklace or a fairytail chain (refer to the giveaway items image). 

I noticed that there are a few people using instagram as a means of showing their artworks etc. I’m fairly new to instagram, so would love to see what my followers draw/paint/sketch/etc. Please tag/dm me if you are, either at fairytailisthebest or at emi.ly.e (private acct)! 

RULES: 

1. My two giveaways are for those on tumblr. They are strictly only for my followers, so you must have been following me; I will be checking. 

2. NO giveaway blogs, blogs that repost artworks or have been unnecessarily rude to my followers (I’ve previously encountered a few nasty people). 

3. Only reblogs count! You may like it as a means of bookmarking it, but only reblogs count! 1 reblog = 1 entry, and you can only reblog once, as I do not wish for anyone to be spammed with this post (multiple reblogs will be redundant). I will be using random.org as a means of picking winners.

4. This giveaway ends midnight April 1st, 2017! (which is my birthday hehe) so that everyone gets an opportunity to enter. I will be informing winners via DM on Tumblr. You must be willing to give me your FULL ADDRESS and NAME, of course, so I can send the items to you AND if you are under 18 you must have parents’ permission. 

Quick note: I’ve heard people say that Tumblr takes down posts if tagged giveaway, so please do not tag. This must reach 100 notes. 

#another try #Fairy Tail! #signal boost