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gay-for-stanford · 3 months

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HAVING SILLY TIME WITH MY SILLY INTERESTS

Seriously tho, my hockey show and Sing are battling it out for dominance in my dome as I draw. Plus Ricky and Peso lore that I haven’t quite figured out yet lol

Peso and Ricky grew up in Redshore but not the city, they lived in the outskirts and on a ranch, they’re silly cousins

#sing 2 #sing buster #buster moon #sing peso #sing ricky #sing oc #shoresy

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astro-inthestars · 1 year

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hOLY SHIT IM BEAT i am SO lucky we dont have schoolwork anymore and we're only left with musical practice, but I just had to walk to the market to buy myself some boy shoes and a black tie for my Musical costume (win for the boy community tbh), and just walked back HOUGH i am TIRED

but then i still have to make a diy binder (<-IMPULSIVE DECISION BTW), create a keychain for my friend's birthday tomorrow (can someone help me with that-) AND try to bake brownies for the same birthday. oh my god...

#rennikorambles #and it's aLREADY 5 PM!!!!#MANNN OUGHUAUHGH #maybe the binder can wait...#i still have to SEW for god's sake...#but ohhh boy how do you make keychains without using money-#(just used up 680 pesos-)#and i do not think i have the energy to bake but.... my guy loves brownies... he'd love some brownies......#(we all have to sing for the musical)#either way WHOOF

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tinypuppysoul · 9 months

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Me: *minds my business*

My brain: cOmpa qué le parece esa mOrra laqueandabailando sooolaaamEEeeguuustaapaamii...

BELLA-

#help me #i cant stop thinking about this song by peso pluma #specifically when brandon moreno sings it #that is all goodnight

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lewisvinga · 8 months

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amor ! | lewis hamilton x latina! reader

summary; lewis hamilton had said he needed to find himself a latina, turns out he already did

fc; becky g

note; there are mentions of becky g’s last relationship and her song ‘la nena’ but it’s not super important

masterlist !

liked by pesopluma, lewishamilton, and 2,028,938 others!

yourusername: mi gente, absolutely no words to describe this amazing weekend. super agradecida y bendecida! muchísimas gracias! [super grateful and blessed, thank you so much!]

username: YNCHELLA!!!

username: chanel live is everything

pesopluma: orgullosa de ti, hermana! [proud of you, sister!]

yourusername: 🥹💓

username: anyone see lewis hamilton in her likes👀👀👀👀👀

username: who??

username: formula one driver for mercedes and has won 7 world championships!

username: crazy how she was just a teenager singing about singing in a shower and now she’s performing at coachella 🥹🥹

username: VAMOS

lewishamilton: amazing set! had an amazing time!

yourusername: glad you enjoyed!💙

liked by yourusername, georgerussell63, and 1,973,930 others!

lewishamilton: Nights.

username: is that THE y/n l/n

username: LEWISCHELLAAA

username: can’t believe i saw lewis at coachella

username: now that i’m thinking of it, lewis and y/n would be cute

username: it should be illegal to be that fine 😫

username: lewis at coachella was the highlight of my year 😭

liked by lewishamilton, nattinatasha, and 1,849,038 others!

yourusername: mami in miami ✨

username: madre

username: y/n and f1, my two world colliding!

nattinatasha: hermosaaaa [gorgeous]

yourusername: 😘

username: lewishamilton here is your latina baddie

liked by lewishamilton and yourusername!

liked by lewishamilton, karolg, and 1,803,726 others!

yourusername: 🩵🩵

username: y/n l/n is this a soft launch

username: lewis has been in her likes recently and they both liked a comment saying here is his latina baddie, y’all seeing what i’m seeing

username: they’re dating? yup

karolg: miss y/n, que es esto?? 👀👀 [what is this]

yourusername: 🫣🤫

username: i say it’s peso pluma who says no

pesopluma: no

yourusername: no

username: as a latina f1 fan, i really hope that’s lewis 😔😔

liked by username, username, and 294,038 others!

f1wag: new wag alert 🚨 ❓ lewis hamilton spotted in miami with latin singer y/n l/n. could this be a new couple??

username: I CALLED IT I KNEW IT

username: now can lewis be featured on a y/n song 🤞

username: idk if i want him or her

username: fine ass couple

username: those twitter threads were right

liked by yourusername, georgerussell63, and 2,393,927 others!

lewishamilton: amor.

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: mi amor 🥹

yourusername: i love you 💗💗

lewishamilton: te quiero 🤍

username: I KNEW IT

username: omg parents

username: lewis finally found himself a latina baddie

liked by lewishamilton & yourusername !

carmenmmundt: about time! george almost exploded from keeping that in!

georgerussell63: if i have to suffer then the whole world has to suffer

yourusername: que dramático!! [how dramatic]

mercedesamgf1: welcome to the family! 💙

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #formula one social media au #f1 scenario #f1 imagine #f1 smau #smau #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine

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trans4trans · 4 months

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having a little brother in middle school means that he will insist on showing me his new favorite songs and those favorite songs will be plankton singing diamonds by rihanna and spongebob and patrick singing various peso pluma songs

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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✰ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀

↳ summary: a bad day at work drives you to drink. When a stranger offers to be your drinking partner for the night, you realise that he’s the solution to your problems.

↳ pairing: javier peña x f!reader

↳ [6.7k words] content: 18+ MDNI. Alcohol, diabolical attempts at flirting. Fingering, oral ( m & f receiving ), p in v sex, twist at the end! This is a @beskarbabs remaster — original post date 2021.

javi masterlist I| main masterlist |I join the taglist here

Cigarette smoke and aged whiskey assault your nostrils, the acrid scents singeing the inside of your nose the moment you walk through the doorway and step into the bar. Your aching muscles buzz at the microdose of nicotine, driving you forward despite the exhaustion that desperately tries to pull your throbbing body back to your apartment and the comfort of your bed.

Peering inside, you find the older patrons at the counter smoking cigars while engaged in small talk that you can’t discern from this far away. The smouldering ends pinched between their fingers add to the already significant, smoky haze that blurs the ceiling above your head. Neon lights douse the foggy air with a crimson overlay, and classic Spanish guitar music plays quietly from the radio in the corner of the room. Public houses in the middle of Medellín were busy most nights, but this was a Monday evening, and most of the sticky tabletops were vacant. Desperate to unwind after the taxing work, you resign yourself to the smell of tobacco.

As you reach the bar, you pull your coin purse from your pocket and pinch the zipper between your thumb and forefinger. You can’t help glancing at it as though it may explode in your face. You’re almost out of money; the account is running on empty. Considering you are yet to make a significant breakthrough for your boss and the mission he levied on you, you couldn’t exactly act shocked. You only get money when you provide what he requests. Sure, it probably broke every trading law in the book, but that was the ‘contract’ you’d signed.

You settle onto a stool separate from the rest of the customers and mumble your request to the bartender for a shot of tequila. Sliding over the exact amount of pesos needed to cover the drink over the tacky countertop covered in alcoholic liquid and cigarette burns, you let out a shaky sigh. You couldn't be giving away any tips with how little money you had. In reality, you shouldn't have even walked through the door, but you were desperate to unwind, even just for a little while. It wasn’t ideal, but you could always turn off the television for a week to prevent the electricity bill from racking up more than you could afford – those telenovelas were shit anyway.

Tapping at the surface of the serving area with your nails, you wait impatiently on the drink. You can’t even recall the last time events at work drove you to drink; you usually excelled at meeting your boss's demands. Business had been turbulent recently, the constant violence that plagued the streets of Medellín causing significant strain in your line of work. You rub at your temples with the pads of your thumbs in exasperation as you feel the irritation begin to mount again, nipping uncomfortably at the edges of your mind in the form of a headache.

"You look like shit," the barman points out honestly, and the laugh you return is bitter. If anyone else had ‘blessed’ you with such a compliment, you’d be throwing the tequila into their eyes– but it was too fucking expensive to pass up, and you knew Jose well. He speaks the truth, ugly as it is. You'd been coming to this bar since you moved to Medellín, and you’d never entered the doors as anguished as you are now. He passes over the shot of tequila, and you thank him tacitly with a nod.

"I do," you admit with a sigh of indignation, continuing to tap your nail on the cool, smooth side of the shot glass.

"Lover? Family? Work?" Jose probes, watching you as he polishes a pint glass with a microfibre cloth. You shrug awkwardly, considering just how much you could safely indulge him.

"Work, but it's not that important," you dismiss with a wave of your hand, and he thankfully takes the hint, nodding and walking to serve the older men at the end of the bar attempting to wave him over.

You pick up your shot glass and knock it back with a wince, mildly enjoying the burn in the back of your throat. It adds to the warmth on your skin, the humid summer air having already dampened your brow with sweat. Leaning into the comfort of it, you take a moment to appreciate the taste and the immediate ease of the work pressure that had been silently crushing you.

Tracing the rim of the empty shot glass with your fingertip as you wait for Jose to finish serving the elderly gentlemen, you consider ordering a refill. You don’t plan on getting drunk, but you hope to relax a little. Recently, you’d spent so many evenings staring up at the ceiling while silently bargaining with the plasterboard to let you sleep. The dark circles taking root under your eyes are mildly concerning. Eventually, you decide on just enough to drink to get you tipsy enough to fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow in your apartment.

"Need another, Hermosa?" A gravelly voice speaks up over your shoulder. Twisting in the stool, you take a glimpse back at the person who spoke—a handsome man dressed in a red button-down shirt and tight-fitted denim jeans that look as though they went out of fashion a decade ago and yet look delicious strapped across his thighs. He has yellow-tinted aviators tucked into the collar of his button-down, which you observe is unbuttoned far enough that it exposes more of his bronze-tanned skin and flashes his collarbone.

"I do, actually," you hum with a smile, taking him in. He’s easy on the eyes, and you aren't exactly about to turn down a free drink, so you decided to play along with his game. You playfully gaze into those wandering eyes through your lashes, and his sultry lips pull up into a smirk.

The handsome stranger clicks his fingers with self-assured arrogance, grabbing the attention of the barman, Jose, almost instantly. His American accent, laced with a southern twang, slips seamlessly into Spanish, ordering you another tequila shot and himself a glass of whiskey as he settles down on the stool beside you. All the while, his eyes remain rooted to you, taking in the curves and plains of your body. The hubris this man gives off is excessive, and yet it suits him well. It is clear to you he knew how attractive he was, and how to use it to his advantage.

"That's very kind of you, sir," you thank him politely, turning in your stool to face him. He arches his eyebrow a little at that, lips tugging his smile wider. The honorifics seemed to please him.

"Well, I couldn't help but notice you were all alone," he drags his eyes over the length of your body, clearly enjoying drinking in the view, "So I thought I'd join you. You were staring into oblivion looking as though you were waiting for Prince Charming to save you from a miserable day."

"Oh, are you saying you are my Prince Charming?" You quiz with an arched eyebrow, keeping up with his teasing. You rest your chin on the balls of your palm and balance your elbow on the countertop. A sparkle dances in the warmth of his irises, amused by your ability to match his flirtatious taunts.

"Why don't you wait and see?" He keeps his eyes on yours, and his voice drops to a thrilling, gruff tone that sparks excitement down your spine. He’s bold and brazen, and you find yourself already warming to this stranger’s charms. He turns back to the counter, breaking the spell momentarily as Jose approaches with your drinks.

While he speaks to the bartender and thanks him for his service, you mindlessly drop your gaze to his hand and spot something that piques your interest. When he pulls out his leather-bound wallet to pay, you note his identification cards, driver's licence, bank card and recognise the flash of a silver badge too. Etched into the shape of a shield, the badge very clearly states in bold, midnight blue writing that the dashing stranger beside you belonged to the DEA—a Drug Enforcement Officer. You sit back slightly on your stool, observing the man as he hands over a few pesos notes and pushes your drink over the counter to you.

"Cheers, Hermosa," he nods to you, taking up his whiskey and holding it aloft for you to tap your glass against. You waste no time picking up the shot and clinking glasses before knocking back your drink with a grimace. It burns your tongue and heats your stomach lining. He sips at his, swirling the amber liquid around the crystal glass slowly as he takes in the view of your body again.

You purse your lips, glancing around the room for a second to act indifferent, despite the fact you are now very much interested in this stranger. "So, what is the name of my Prince Charming?" You urge him to talk about himself. He smirks at your questioning, undeniably assuming this meant he’d hooked you in this ‘pick-up game’.

"Javier," he answers, sipping his whiskey again as you repeat it back to him with a hum. You trace the rim of your shot glass with your fingertip absentmindedly. The man before you had captured your attention enough for you to escape boredom for just a little while at least. It could get interesting from here on.

"Prince Javier works for the DEA too?" You ask with a knowing smirk. He pauses, glancing at the wallet in his palm. “I didn’t realise they hired royalty.”

"You're observant," Javier says cautiously, his voice suddenly guarded as he places his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans. You shrug, keeping the light and flirty atmosphere between you as Javier rests his forearm on the countertop, still holding his glass of whiskey.

"I have to be. Can't be too careful when a random man is buying me a drink," you point out, indicating you felt safe around him now you knew his occupation.

"But I'm not just a random man, Hermosa. I'm Prince Charming," He winks at you, but also finds himself grimacing at the clunky attempt at flirtatious raillery. It triggers a giggle through you, shaking your head as you twist the shot glass over the countertop with a grin.

"So you keep saying. Why don't you prove it by sticking around and having a few more drinks with me?" You ask in a coy tone while slowly inching forward and tracing shapes on the back of his palm with the tip of your index finger, the pad wet with remnants of your tequila shot that coated the rim of the glass. His eyes flit between your touch to the curve of your lips as a cheeky smile stretches across his mouth.

"Only if you let me buy you another drink," he raises his eyebrows.

"I like the sound of that, Javier."

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The hours fly by, and the hands on the clock on the wall complete two rotations by the time you notice. Javier had moved his stool closer to yours and ramped up the flirting the more he drank. You’d both bounced off each other, conversations about family and interests flowing smoother than the alcohol between you. It’s way past one o'clock in the morning, yet neither of you seemed to tire, invigorated by each other's presence.

You had told him about your funniest stories, and he, in turn, spun you a tale from when he was back in Texas as a teenager, leaving his high school sweetheart at the altar to fight the narcotics epidemic in Columbia— You hang onto his every word, clasping his palm in your own.

At this stage, the two of you had been through quite a few glasses of tequila and whiskey, and while Javier is clearly feeling the effects of his drinks, you maintain a constant tipsiness. You had been pacing yourself, not wanting to look a fool in front of such a handsome man.

Despite his intoxication, Javier was still charming and had been showering you with so many compliments that you had lost count. During the shared drinks and life stories, the two of you had settled on the nickname Princesa despite you giving him your name, given he insisted upon making himself out to be ‘Prince Charming’. It was cringe, but the two of you found the funny side in your drunken states.

"Mhm, Javi- I like your dress shirt," you muse, reaching over to smooth the collar. Your fingertips trace the tanned skin just beyond the fabric, noting the heat that rolls from him.

"You do?" He watches you closely, taking a drag from a cigarette he had lit a few minutes ago. He claimed it was because he was craving the nicotine, but you hadn’t failed to notice how his jeans looked a whole lot tighter.

It was subtle at first. You hadn't been able to stop yourself, moving your hand to his bicep as you laughed, with Javier returning your touches by stroking his hand up and down your thigh while you converse. It had been give and take, teasing touches and lingering gazes adding to the sexually charged atmosphere between you. The circles he thumbed across your knee had settled butterflies in the pit of your stomach, the hungry eye he’d aimed at you heating your cheeks.

"I do. It suits you," you trace your hand down the front of his shirt and across his sternum as you look up at Javier through your lashes. His pupils blow wide, swallowing the warm brown of his irises and watching you hungrily as you circle the buttons of his shirt with your fingertips. You knew that you were driving him crazy; he’d been giving you this look for hours— like he'd been ready to throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of there around an hour ago.

His hand drags up your thigh slowly, settling on the hip of your skirt as he pulls you to the edge of your stool. It tears a gasp of surprise when your noses bump. He makes no effort to remove himself from your personal space, and you can smell the whisky on his breath. It’s strong, the heavy, woody scent swimming in your mind as you sink your teeth into your lower lip.

He groans softly.

"Princesa, this bar is closing soon. Would you like to come back to my apartment?" He says it so casually, as though he isn't implying anything at all. Like he was just asking you back for another drink, his body, however, betrays the unceremonious offer. His eyes are hungry, and his hand squeezes at your hip, underlining the question and almost leaving you light-headed.

"I'd like that," you whisper, gazing back into his brown eyes, your own heavy-lidded with want. He smirks and gets so close, *so close* that you swear he’s going to kiss you until he’s patting at your hip before standing. He thanks the bartender, leaving you light-headed and giving a small wave before Javi practically drags you to the door. The red lighting in the bar bleeds into the street, the dark of the outside punctuated by the yellowish glow of the sparse street lamps.

"I assume you don't live very far away?" You ask quietly as he walks alongside you. He shakes his head and gives a small smile.

"No. I only live around the corner, actually."

Well, that was convenient.

You both walk in relative silence after that, taking in the quiet street and the sounds of the city in the background. Loud drunkards stumble out of the closing bars as the owners begin to throw them out, and there’s the distant sound of cars driving on the main roads.

Distracted by the ‘music’ of Medellin, you felt the back of Javier’s hands brush your knuckles gently, skimming the skin in a feather-light touch. It’s such an innocent connection, and yet the touch sparks heat in between your legs and lights up your spine. You don’t even need to look up at him to see if he feels the same way; the excitement crackles thickly in the slither of distance between your bodies.

You both walk into the apartment's hallway, walking to one of the doors on the first floor, directly opposite the entry door. Room number 3. It's a pleasant apartment complex, unremarkable, clean and quiet, with stairs leading to other floors.

Finally, Javier pulls his keys out of his jeans pocket, and he looks at you. Those fucking eyes drag over your body again, unashamed in how they drink you in and savour the view. You watch, anxious with anticipation and chewing on your lip, as he slips the key into the lock. The click echoes in the small hallway.

The nerves begin to kick in a little now, and you start shifting your weight from one foot onto the other as you wait impatiently. Javi looks at you with such an intense hunger that you feel the warmth pooling deep down in your abdomen. It feels as though he’s sparking your nerves set alight, blooming across your skin that was begging for his touch. You’re sure you’re sweating, a soft sheen clinging the fabric of your clothes to your body.

He takes his time as he steps towards you, and you try to steady your breath as he closes the space between the two of you with ease. Tingles of excitement tickle your skin as he takes you by the hip, his large palm swallowing your side and anchoring you against his chest gently. He backs you against the door, which he hasn't yet opened.

The hand on the curve of your pelvis is dangerously slow as it skims your body, trailing his fingertips from your hip across your waist and tracing the edge of your breast until it settles, cupping the side of your neck gently. Javier’s thumb brushes your throat delicately as he stares fixedly into your eyes.

"Javi," you whimper, breathing shallowly as you watch him touch you delicately.

"You're such a tease, Princesa. Kept touching me, kept giving me these looks like you wanted me to bend you over the counter right there in that bar," his voice is gruff, and you feel yourself throb at his filthy words. You’re beginning to think you wouldn't have complained if he had; grasping the edge of the countertop, wailing as he took you from behind in front of the patrons and claimed you for himsel-

Javier uses his gentle grip on your throat to pull you impossibly closer, so your nose brushes with his. Once again, you can smell the whiskey on his breath, but also the scent of what you assumed was his aftershave. It was citrusy and mixed with the smell of the cigarettes he had been smoking in the bar. You wanted so desperately to kiss at his neck and take in that scent deeper, drag the tip of your nose against his jugular and sink your teeth in.

"Is this okay?" He asks under his breath, wanting to be sure this is what you wanted. Before your mind even has the time to process the query through the haze of citrus fruit and cigarette smoke, you’re nodding your head with a soft whimper. Tilting your head up to chase his mouth, you gaze into his eyes in a desperate, silent plea. He takes in your expression for just a moment, relishing the evident arousal he draws from you and then smirks, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a soft brush of a kiss.

Javier controls the kiss, still clasping your throat gently as he keeps the kiss soft. His moustache brushes your skin slightly, and yet you don't mind it; you're too lost in his touch to care. His tongue slips into your mouth, tracing over your own and taking in your taste as he leans you back while fumbling for the door knob to open the door into the hallway. You're both stumbling in the darkness, with Javi blindly feeling against the wall to turn on the lights. You pull him closer by the collar of his red button-down, his aviator glasses clattering to the floor and skidding beneath some of the furniture. He groans, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth and guiding you towards the bedroom.

The kiss is rough now, all teeth and tongue as you move your fingers on one hand into his hair, the other gripping the open collar of his shirt. He nudges the door open with his shoulder with practised ease, not once breaking away from the kiss in the process. He edges you towards the bed, carefully helping you lay down when the backs of your knees hit the mattress. Javi climbs over you with a soft groan of praise at the sight of you beneath him, the sound making your body almost vibrate with need.

"You're such a minx. Could barely keep it together this long," he growls in your ear, spreading your thighs with his palms and slotting his hips between them. His lips trace against your neck, kissing gently over your throat.

"Fuck, Javi, "you breathe out, a crack of white-hot pleasure running down your spine as he wastes no time in sucking marks onto your neck that you are sure will be a violent purple tomorrow. Already your body craves him, arching against the mattress to chase more of his touch, to pull him impossibly closer.

Javier’s hand shifts further, slipping beneath your skirt and brushing his thumb across your soaked lace underwear. The pad presses against your swollen clit, and he chuckles as your body jolts in shock at the sudden stimulation. Javi anchors his free hand to your pelvis to push your hips down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

"You're so wet, Hermosa. Your panties are soaked," he whispers as your hips grind into his palm, desperate for more friction. The burning need in your abdomen has you babbling, begging to be filled. You’re not even sure that you’re making any sense any more; the only words spilling from your lips are a pathetic mixture of ‘Javi’ and ‘please’ and curses all strung together.

"Do you want to get off on my fingers? Is that what you want?" He rasps, rubbing tight little circles through the fabric that makes you choke out a needy, sinful little whine. It’s like you can’t suck in enough air to your lungs, toes curling at the build-up of pleasure in your core. Fuck yes, that's what you wanted, but you found yourself utterly inept at trying to form words while he teased your clit like this, slowly and teasingly circling it with the pad of his calloused fingers. He's dragging out wails of bliss from your shuddering chest with each brush of the bundle of nerves.

"Please, Javi, plea-" you're cut off, eyes rolling back into your skull as your panties are pushed to the side, and his finger slowly slides into you. You feel every individual ridge of each knuckle as it stretches you, adding a bite of dull pain to the tingling pleasure burning through your cunt. Javier watches your expression as your mouth falls open, brows knitting together. Your hands reach up, gripping at his red button-down as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly.

It's like your brain short-circuits. He seems to know every part of your body that makes you feel good, not once missing those pleasure points that make your toes curl with each gentle thrust of his fingers. Your hips are again rising off the bed, legs spreading wider, desperate to take him deeper. Javi waits until you're clenching around his digits before he pulls them out despite your pine of protest. He's teasing you, repeatedly giving you hardly any time to enjoy the full feeling and then pulling his fingers out again, leaving you begging for more.

"Javi!" You beg, breaking off into a sob. You need his touch so badly, the pulsing ache between your legs almost painful. He ignores your pleas, hooking his fingers unto the waistband of your underwear and sliding them down your thighs achingly slowly. He tosses them somewhere on the other side of the room and hikes your skirt up to your hips, too impatient to battle with the zip to rid you of it entirely. Subconsciously, you lean into his kisses, fingers making quick work of his button-down and sliding it slowly off of his shoulders and down his arms to reveal his carved biceps and a white undershirt. He pulls back and yanks this over his head, discarding it in the same general direction he had thrown your lace. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, you can still make out the delicious expanse of tanned skin on his chest and toned stomach. Before you have the chance to taste it, craving to leave kisses across his sternum, his head is trailing down your body. He's mouthing at your thighs, gripping your hips to hold them in place as you sit up on your forearms to watch him.

"Or do you want to get off on my tongue?" He murmurs, the lewd sound that escapes your throat in answer louder than you expect it to be. Javier clutches your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders and causing your breath to hitch in your throat with anticipation.

Then his nose brushes over your clit, followed by the warmth of his tongue dragging a stripe over the length of your cunt and eliciting a soft moan from you. Despite your best efforts to restrain yourself, your fingers found themselves in his dark curls, pulling slightly to ground yourself as the tip of his tongue swiped over your clit. He moans at your taste, causing a familiar, buzzing sensation that has you clenching around nothing. Fuck, he felt heavenly, tongue moving lazily against your clit as he built that electrifying arousal.

"Don't stop," you beg him, gripping tighter at his hair and pushing his face deeper, almost terrified he’ll stop. Javi doesn't miss a beat, instantly fulfilling your wordless desire for more by slipping his fingers back inside of you and sucking on your clit. He's brutal, not giving you a moment's rest as he continues stimulating your throbbing bundle of nerves while moving his fingers in and out of you. It's so good, a coil of bliss working its way at the base of your spine and causing you to lose any form of inhibition. You use his hair to anchor him as you shift your hips, attempting to ride his face for more friction to satiate the growing wave of ecstasy between your thighs.

His teeth graze at your clit, and suddenly your mind is wavering as it goes blank.

"Shit-"you gasp out, feeling your climax build tightly between your legs as you desperately pull at his hair.

"Fuck, please, pl-please-"you gasp out, a sound of elation caught in your throat as his fingertips brush a spot inside of you, which drives your hips from the mattress entirely. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you tip headfirst into your blinding orgasm. You’re enraptured, caught in the most intense sensation of bliss as your ears ring, cumming against Javier's mouth. He continues to tongue your clit, your legs trembling, and your back lifts off the bed as you keen, tears streaming down your face. Javi keeps at it until you're sobbing, grasping at his hair and forcing him back. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, his moustache slick and glistening with your cum.

"You taste so fucking good, Princesa," he purrs, watching you as you float back down from your high and into your spasm-wracked body. He takes your face in his palm and moves back up towards your face, kissing you gently while settling onto the mattress beside you. You can taste yourself, musky and heady, yet it's so good with the hint of woodsy whiskey still lingering on his tongue.

You wind your arms around his neck, pulling Javier closer while he fumbles his belt. You know he must be struggling in those painfully tight jeans, his cock straining against the denim, so you trace your fingertips against the zipper. Pulling it down ever so slowly, you watch as Javi pulls the belt from the loops.

As you slide your hands down into his pants, you feel for the waistline of his boxers to dip your fingers underneath. The further you move down, however, you're shocked to find he's not wearing any at all. You pause, minding the arousal that floods back between your thighs at his brazen choice. When you look at Javi, he's smirking at your expression, the cheeky bastard.

"Are you really not wearing any boxers?" You whisper, staring at him in shock.

"Easier access," he muses, enjoying your surprise. Heat prickles the skin of your cheeks, and you focus on tugging his jeans past his hips. Javier helps you pull them off entirely as you concentrate on the throbbing urgency of his cock. The head of his dick is flushed red, needy after almost three hours of incessant teasing. Tentatively, you take his length into your palm to stroke him, and Javier lets out a soft groan as he lays his head back against the pillows. His breath is shaky, hand gripping at your hips again as you pump his cock slowly.

"Fuck," he breathes out, eyes rolling back into their sockets as you run your tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty precum leaking from the tip. You keep your mouth busy, taking him deeper as you use one hand to unzip your bunched-up skirt and wiggle out of it, kicking it off the mattress somewhere onto the floor over the side of the bed. His fingers slowly card through your hair, but do not apply any pressure.

You whimper softly, hollowing your cheeks as you take the rest of him into your hand and begin to jerk him off slowly. Javier tilts his head back further into the soft down of his pillows, hips twitching slightly as he attempts not to thrust down your throat. The moans that creep up your throat send vibrations from base to tip, and Javier releases soft gasps of shock as your tongue traces the veins on the underside of his thick cock.

"Dios mío, Princesa," he growls, lifting your head off of him and flipping you suddenly onto your back. You yelp in surprise, Javier quickly grasping the base of his twitching length to stave off any impending orgasm.

"If you keep doing that, I'll cum," he rasps, lips tracing the shell of your ear as you wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling your thighs around his waist, Javi reaches for one of the drawers on his nightstand. You pat him quickly on the chest, stopping him.

"It's okay," you whisper, and he looks down at you in surprise.

“Princes-“

"I'm on contraception.” You swear that even in the dark, you see his pupils dilate as he stares at you. Avidly, he lines himself up with your folds, holding your face in his palm and smoothing your cheekbone with his thumb. Brushing the head of his cock up against your clit, Javier groans as he watches you jolt slightly, still hyper-sensitive from that mind-shattering orgasm. You slowly trace your fingers down the shaved skin of his chest, eyes pleading with him to fill you.

Javi begins to sink his hips heavily, cock pushing at your entrance and stretching your walls deliciously. You whine, head cocking back into the pillows and exposing your throat for him to kiss while you adjust to the sting between your legs. Javier holds your hips in his hands, rubbing circles into your skin soothingly as you grow accustomed to the intrusion. By the time he's sheathed fully inside you, you're convinced he's split you open, begging for him to start moving.

And then he does, slamming his cock into you and setting a cruel pace. He feels so fucking good, the pleasure so intense and the slam of his hips so heavy that you can feel your walls fluttering around his cock already. He's stoking the fire twisting between your thighs and making you feel so full that your eyes are out of focus, tears welling up in them.

Javier pulls back from your throat, looking over your body with a ragged groan as he uses his grip on your sides to pull you back onto his cock harder. The overwhelming waves of bliss grow maddening as his tight hold on your waist leaves a dull, painful sensation, and you're almost sure you'll have bruises the shape of his fingerprints in the morning, complete with swirls and arches. You can feel Javi pulse inside you and grinds his hips, attempting to find that earth-shattering spot inside of you again.

"Fuck, you look so good like this; keep your eyes on me," he demands, wanting to see the build-up of pleasure in your eyes. You roll your hips, whimpering at the way he commands you. Soon, with your combined efforts, the head of his cock is knocking up against your cervix, and the pressure has you wheezing out his name with a sharp intake of air. Javi takes this moment to brush his thumb over your clit, growling when he sees your eyes roll back into your skull at the sudden fervour you feel that's bringing you closer and closer to climax.

Then he brushes against something inside of you that makes your nerves light up, and you're sobbing desperately, eyes squeezing shut and trying so hard to chase that high. Javier pulls his calloused hands over your stomach, pressing down on the pliant skin there to feel himself move in and out of you at a rapid pace. Your pleasure is threatening to spill over, sparking at the base of your spine, and suddenly it's too much to hold back.

"Javi-"you beg, voice catching in your throat.

"Come on, Hermosa. Come on, give it to me," he purrs, brushing his thumb against your clit one more time and suddenly— oh, suddenly, you're there. Time seems to slow down for a moment, suspended in the air until it crashes down on you. It’s so intense, so overwhelming that you have tears streaming down your cheeks, cumming with a keen of his name. Your cunt is pulsing and tightening around Javi's cock, and he's growling out a moan as he goes rigid inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. He's shuddering, and his fingers dig tightly into your waist.

For a moment, the two of you stay still, Javi leaning over you and peppering your chin with soft, open-mouthed kisses. As the afterglow kicks in, you're giggling, covering your face with your palms as the delirium kicks in. You hear Javi chuckle to himself, pressing his lips to your hairline and wiping away the sheen of sweat at your temple.

As you come down from your high, you relax into the covers of the bed, entirely spent. Exhaustion is ebbing at your mind, your breath still heavy as Javi pulls out of you with a haggard groan and holds you close to him. You both don't say anything to each other at first, too blissed out to form a sentence.

Javi kisses your forehead over and over, brushing his hand along your bruised side in an attempt to ease the painful ache his fingers left behind. You find yourself leaning into his touch, allowing yourself to revel in the post-orgasm bliss.

"Do you need some water?" He asks you softly, stroking your hair back, to which you shake your head no but thank him quietly for his consideration. He nods and gently pulls the thin cotton covers over your body as he settles in beside you. You both lay in each other’s silent company, Javi's thumb tracing lazy patterns on the skin of your abdomen as his eyes slip closed, alcohol and blissful exhaustion causing him to fall into sleep relatively quickly.

The room is quiet, Javi's breathing the only sound you can make out. You lay perfectly still for at least ten minutes, feeling the man beside you ease into unconsciousness. With his breathing slowed and his thumb eventually stilling at your side, you assume sleep has him in a tight grasp. Ever so gently, you ease out of his hold, slipping out of bed and picking up your clothes. You’re careful to be silent — the last thing you needed was him waking up and discovering what you were about to do.

A part of you feels terrible, using Javier this way. He'd been kind enough to buy you drinks. Instead, fear motivates you to put one foot in front of the other, the bare soles of your feet padded across the floor towards the bedroom door. Your boss, Pablo Escobar, had demanded information on DEA agents from you and the other women he had hired, and you daren’t argue, fearful of the bullets that you were almost certain had your name etched into them. Having bumped into Javier at the bar, it was a stroke of luck akin to striking gold; a stay of execution.

Don Pablo had hired a group of women into his staff only recently. Well known for hiring only men, like most drug lords in Columbia, he knew the women he hired would not come under the scrutiny of the DEA or the Columbian police. With the support of the American government, the DEA was closing in on him, and the Medellin cartel at a frightening pace, and he was in dire need of some form of information to get ahead of the gringos - stat.

Without the suspicion of the police, you had managed to get around relatively quickly, but finding the information without talking to anyone and alerting people of Don Pablo's covert mission was a much more challenging task than anticipated. You had carried on regardless, motivated by knowing you wouldn't get paid unless you handed over relative information to Escobar and his cousin Gustavo. You were getting pretty desperate for both the money and your life, knowing Escobar was anything but forgiving. Javier just happened to step into the line of fire.

You find your way back to the living room in the darkness and grab at anything you can see that could be of value. Papers that had Escobar's name on them and had multiple attack plans regarding the cartel's drugs labs in the Amazon Rainforest lay in the drawers of the desk underneath the television and a recording device that was set on the table. When you play it, the sound of Javier and his partner, whom he referred to as 'Murphy’ in the bar, floats quietly from the speakers.

Covert recordings of sicarios' conversations played, revealing the code words Pablo and his men used that the two partners had managed to decipher and use to their advantage.

You could almost laugh at how careless Javier had been to allow you into his house with all of this information just strewn about in the open, but you suppose he thought that you weren't a threat. No one did.

You take the items you snatched from Javier's apartment and slip out into the humid street once again. As you walk back to your apartment, you can’t help but think back to the conversation you and Javier had at the bar. The one where he claimed he was "Prince Charming saving you from a miserable day." You realise, looking back on it, that he had done precisely that. Prince Charming had unknowingly given you all the information you needed for a payout from Escobar and managed to save you from the end of a pistol barrel.

And you try to convince yourself of your shamelessness, insisting to yourself that you aren’t exactly the princess he’s looking for.

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frank2blonded · 2 months

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‣ bipolar

𝓟airing ↳ 42!Miles Morales X F!Reader

𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 .. just a girl in the world who misses her ex.

𝓦arnings .. angst , short story

𝓐uthor's note .. i'm back!! the story is based off the song bipolar by peso pluma

prometi que iba a olvidarte,

i promised that i was going to forget you

You listened along to that line, thinking about him as Peso Pluma was singing that. How ironic.

You and Miles broke up 2 months ago.

After the break up, you tried focusing on yourself, your grades, and your friends. After all, you're only 16.

But when it's late at night, you think about the night he broke up with you.

You both had just went back home after a long day of hanging out with each other. Laughing and having a good time.

He suddenly got quiet. His face looked more serious. You noticed this, so you asked him if something was wrong.

"Hey, are you okay?" You rested your hand on his back.

He was silent again.

"I'm.." He didn't finish his sentence. It looked like he couldn't bring himself to say the rest of the words.

"You're..?" You chuckled a bit, but inside you were worried. Scared.

"I'm breaking up with you."

Those words.

You felt like you just got stabbed. Your stomach was turning. He said it with such a calm voice. The same voice that would say 'I love you.'

Your hand went back into your lap. You gulped. What were you supposed to do? Or say?

"Wh-" You stopped yourself. If you opened your mouth again, you would only burst into tears.

You took deep breaths. Your heart was racing. Was it something you did? What did you do? You thought you were the perfect girlfriend.

Slowly, tears were running down your face. You were starting to ruin your makeup. But you quickly wiped them off.

"Is it something I did?" You said, your voice being shaky.

"I'm sorry." Was he being serious? That's all he could say right now? He had to be kidding.

The silence in between the two expanded. You suddenly got up, getting your stuff from his room. Miles watched your every move. He saw you grabbing the plushies you bought him. The basket that you gave him for Valentines. The necklace and bracelet he gave you was now placed on his desk.

He walked into the room as you were still looking around. "You aren't gonna try to fight for us?" He asked. You paused. What?

"There's no way you just asked me that question." You couldn't even turn around to look at him in the eyes. "I'm bein' deadass."

"I'm not going to try and fight for someone who clearly wants nothing to do with me now." You stood on business.

But you wish you had said more.

pero me fallé, yo te volví a buscar

but i failed, i looked for you again

You did, you tried looking for Miles in every new guy that you met. None of them worked out, cause you just ended up ghosting them anyways. You felt so guilty trying to look for the right man when you know the one that you want the most is Miles.

porque por las noches yo fui débil

because at night i was weak

You couldn't help yourself but to stalk him again on another account. He hasn't been posting much. Maybe it's because he misses you too and he's sad? No. Don't be delusional. But.. what if?

y no puda evitar llamar a tu celular

and i couldn't avoid calling your phone

You went to your contacts to see his as 'my stinky boyfriend 💙❤️‼️' You couldn't change it, You always felt like you can still have another chance. You stared at the call button.

…

Ugh, fuck it. You brought the phone up to your ear as it was ringing. A few rings were heard and then it stopped. He didn't answer. (but that's what you thought.)

perdón, no lo sabes

sorry, you don't know

Then you heard a familiar voice. "Hello?" The deep, raspy voice that made you literally melt. "Miles?" You responded, with the biggest fucking smile on your face. "Y/N?" You heard him scoff a bit. "Why are you calling me?" You sighed, you were silent. After what seemed like forever, you finally said something,

pero yo te quiero con el corazón

but i love you with my heart

"I miss you Miles." Your stomach was turning. Why'd you say that? Oh my gosh. Fuck. He's silent.

"Yeah.. I-.."

"I miss you too, mami." You smiled. Your cheekbones started hurting. You almost started crying.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

…

"Can I come over?" You looked down at your clothes, then to your hair in the mirror. You sighed, "Yeah."

te quiero con el corazón.

i love you with my heart.

You waited for a bit to hear the rhythmic knock on your window. You immediately went to the window and opened it to see his face. He smiled at you and went inside your room. You didn't say anything, just stayed silent and admired each other. Even though you looked like total shit. He then hugged you, long and hard. You missed his touch. You melted into his lean body and smelled that cologne he always wears. You missed this.

"Gosh, you don't know how much I missed being with you." You whispered. You were both then looking into each other's eyes and your eyes were a bit teary. "Oh, trust me, I can tell." He joked as he was hearing the song playing. You both laughed.

The night ended well, and the morning was even better, feeling his strong arms around you.

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nattinatalia · 5 months

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Jack request: He buys you concert tickets to Peso Pluma. 🤭

A/N: Changed it into him buying the tickets for Mia. Iykyk 🤪

Jack was dreading this surprise, he was even trying to put off buying the damn tickets in the first place. He claims his little girl is just that, little and she doesn’t need to be obsessing over another man’s music, in his selfish eyes, his kids should only be excited about his music.

“Mia, can you come over here real quick bug? Daddy has a surprise for you.” You yell out.

Jack takes a deep sigh, “Do I have to?”

You roll your eyes, smile at him and squeeze his hand. “You can always give the tickets to me.”

He scoffs, “Hell no.”

You laugh, “Why?”

“You’re my cheerleader, I don’t want to see you singing another man’s songs, only mine.”

You shake your head in amusement. “Silly daddy.”

“I got your daddy right he-heyyyy bug.” He immediately pushes your hand off and sits up.

“Nice save.” You Shake your head again. You watch your husband as he’s looking and smiling at your daughter.

Mia smiles, “Hi?” She looks around “What’s going on?”

You wait for Jack to say something, but all he does is stare at her, his thumb and pointer finger holding his chin.

You cough and elbow him softly, “Jackman.”

He sighs, “You know how your birthday is next week?”

Mia nods, “I’m turning ten”

You and Jack share a look, you can’t believe your first born is already going to turn ten. Time is a thief and you can’t help but feel emotional.

“Well.” Jack begins, “We got you a little something.”

“But my birthday is not today.” Mia says, confused.

You smile at her, “We know, pero tu papá te compro algo que no puede esperar hasta tu cumpleaños.”

Mia instantly turns to stare at her dad in questioning, her eyebrows furrowed, lip tucked in. It’s like looking at a copy of Jack. “What is it?”

“Just a few things that you needed.” Jack tells her, standing up and heading behind the couch to grab the little basket you helped him fix.

Mia gasps, “It’s so pink.”

Jack shrugs, “I couldn’t find anything in purple so your second favorite color had to do.”

“I love it, thank you daddy.”

Jack chuckles, “You haven’t even seen what it is yet.”

“I know, but thank you.”

“Alright.” Jack says, and motions for Mia to sit down on the couch. “I’m going to put it on your lap okay?”

Mia nods excitedly. “I’m ready.”

Jack turns to you giving you a sad smile, all you can do is give him a small nod and wink.

“Alright, here you go.” He tells her as he puts a pink envelope on her lap. “You can open your eyes now.”

Mia opens her eyes, smiles at her daddy then looks down to her lap. “What is it?”

You and Jack share a chuckle, “Well open it and find out.”

It took less than five seconds for Mia to tear it open and gasped at what she read.

“OH MY GOD.” She jumps out of her seat. “IS THIS REAL???”

You nod, “Your daddy has been getting close to him and he was nice enough to invite you to his show.”

“Well technically he said I should bring my family and I went and bought the tickets.” Jack sassily says.

Mia jumps up and down. “THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER!!!!!!” She yells.

A grumpily Ezequiel comes walking into the living room. “Was going on? I sleeping.” As he scrubs his eyes.

“Cheesy look.” Mia runs to her brother showing her the tickets. “Daddy got me tickets to go see my boyfriend.”

“Aht aht, none of that.” Jack says sternly.

Mia rolls her eyes. “But you say that one girl from the show is your girlfriend when you’re married to mama.”

You chuckle and raise your eyebrows, “She got you there.”

Ez groans, “you wokes me up just for that?”

“Cheesy, this is important.” She shoves the tickets to his face. “It’s Peso Pluma.”

EZ gasps, “We seeing Peyso sing?”

You chuckle, “You and your daddy say his name the same.”

Jack and Ezequiel both roll their eyes. “So bug, you think you got time tonight to go see his concert?”

Mia chuckles, “I have no plans.” she quickly gasps and turns to look at you “Mamma, I need a spiderman mask”

You nod, “I got you covered with that.”

Mia smiles and starts jumping around the house, singing along to a few songs of Peso Pluma. You can’t help but smile and watch her get excited.

Jack sighs and sits down next to you, “I wish she’d get that excited for my shows.”

He probably didn’t think Mia would hear him, but that little girl did and that comment made her stop in her tracks. She runs immediately to Jack. “Daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“You know I get excited about your shows too.”

Jack is surprised, “You do?”

Mia nods, “Mommy says it’ll get to your head-”

“WHAT?” Jack gasps.

You shyly shrug but let Mia continue. “I’m your biggest fan, I like Peso, but you’re my daddy. You know how cool that is?”

“Ugh, I go mimis.” Ez lazily mumbles.

“Anyway.” Mia rolls her eyes, “I love you and you need to learn how to share.”

“I know how to share.”

You and Mia snort. “You get jealous fast.”

“I do not.”

You nod, “You do babe.”

“Whatever, I just want you girls to myself.”

“Daddy, we don’t have to go if you’re gonna feel weird.”

Your heart tugged at her suggestion, that’s who Mia was, thoughtful and respectful, even if it meant putting her feelings aside. Your soon to be ten year old daughter was more caring and loving than most adults.

Jack smiles at her. “Nah, I’m totally okay with it bug.”

Mia hugs him. “Okay good.”

“Plus.” Jack starts. “I may or may not be working on a song with him.”

“OMG WHAT?” Both Mia and you gasp out while Jack is smirking with his arms crossed.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

Mia chuckles, “Yup, coolest dad ever.

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nightmarecrypie · 2 years

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I don't ask much to anyone following me here but if you have the time, please pray for my country, the Philippines. And if you aren't religious, hope for a miracle.

The frontrunner candidate is a son of a dictator who placed our country into a debt of 3 trillion pesos and implemented a Martial Law during 1972 where people were tortured, raped, killed.

The second runner up is the person we want to win. Her name is Leni Robredo and she helped us during the pandemic crisis, during typhoons, when our president himself did nothing while he sits.

I'm not sure if you seen the news back Saturday May 7 where she held a Miting De Avance, a rally. There were a crowd of 1 million of us wearing pink to show how much we support her and how much we don't want history to repeat itself. We never forget what the Marcos did to our country, and we will never let the victims of Martial Law be forgotten.

There are videos of us singing in the crowd. Hoping, and holding on.

#i'm so sorry to dump this here #i'm scared right now #results are coming #our president's term is 6 years #and I know a lot are going to ignore this #but to those who doesn't #i'm really grateful for the help #i really don't know what to do anymore #i don't even want to live if bbm wins #i voted we all voted but it really looks like it takes a miracle for this to work #philippines

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gay-for-stanford · 4 months

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Silly little Peso, Ricky and Buster mini comic cause I was boredd

Ricky and Peso are adoptive cousins btw, their dads called each other brothers and they grew up together

#buster moon #sing movie #sing oc #btw Ricky is a hyena and Peso is a Saint Bernard #oc x canon #oc art #sing 2016 #sing buster #sing 2021

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leezlelatch · 1 year

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Copia x Reader: Lightweight

These anons share a very big brain, so I decided to combine the two and answer in one go!

Reader

✨- Okay, you might be a little drunk. You might be a lot drunk. But you just had a couple, you're fine, everything is bubbly and warm and Terzo said he had a funny idea and Lucifer preserve you, it's Copia.

✨- You half run, half stumble into him, his arms going around your waist tightly as you giggle at him, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the euphoria of being up close and personal with the most beautiful man in existence. His eyes are wide as he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours, a crooked grin stretching across his freckled face as he coos, "Eccoti, mio piccolo peso leggero. I think you have had enough, si?"

✨- You glance around at the ongoing party, watching as Aether and Omega lift Terzo head first into a vat of vodka while Secondo dances with several siblings nearby. Primo sits in a cloud of smoke completely zen on a pile of pillows. The party was just getting started! A gentle hand grabs your chin as your attention is turned back to your date, thumb stroking a loving pattern below your lip.

"How about we go back to our rooms, hmm? Cuddles?" He bribes with a wink.

✨- Copia guides you through the hall, an arm around your waist while his other hand gently cradles one of yours. He leans to pepper a quick succession of kisses against the side of your face, the kissy noises making you laugh and sigh dreamily, singing his title. You feel him smile against your skin. He's so enraptured with you, his amore sciocco, tipsy and blushing, loose tongued with your praises that nearly bring tears to his eyes.

✨- Copia ushers you into the room, settling you down and removing your shoes, pressing delicate kisses to your ankles. He makes sure to grab plenty of water and pain relief for the morning as well as one of his shirts that you slip into with a happy, contented sigh that cradles his heart and squeezes until he can do nothing but lay beside you and pull you close, whispering his eternal love.

"Copia?" You ask, closing your eyes as the room spins just a little. "How many did I have?"

He sighs, "One."

Copia

🐀- As soon as he sees those fun colored drinks, Copia knows he has to try them. Which turns into trying several. He stands at the bar, leaning heavily against it as his finger presses into a droplet of condensation that runs down his empty glass.

"Another," he hiccups, not even loud enough for the bartender to hear him.

Secondo scowls beside him, he and his brothers having come out with you and Copia. He didn't intend on playing babysitter to the younger man.

"You have had enough," he growls, grabbing Copia and dragging him back to the table where you sit, depositing him in a chair with an unceremonial, "He is your problem."

🐀- Copia sits for several seconds in a daze, staring at his hands in his lap until your voice rouses him. His head snaps up and the most delighted gasp escapes him as he blearily takes you in. His amore. His beloved. His one and only. This is a touch-starved man who suddenly has all his inhibitions taken away with a few well-put-back drinks, and he is all over you in seconds. His nose is practically smashed against your cheek as he nuzzles into you, his lips moving against your skin. You can just make out slurred Italian, "Sei così bello. Non ti merito. Dolcezza mio, amore mio, mi ami? Ti amo tanto."

🐀- Copa takes you around the room and introduces you to complete strangers, raving about how you're his, that you chose to be with him. That he plans to be with you forever. He takes this all the way to the car, keeping you firmly in his lap as he leans over the back of the driver's seat to speak to Aether.

"Do you see them, amico mio? Do you see the absolute gift I've been given?"

"Yes, we've met," Aether responds dryly.

"But you do not understand," Copia insists. "I am so in love."

Copia then proceeds to bawl his eyes out while clutching you to him in the backseat of this car.

🐀- You have to drag him inside, his crying now turned to incredibly loud Italian singing. Maybe it's a love song? You aren't entirely sure, and you're tired, but you'd give the whole world to this man if he let you. Even drunk out of his mind, he's perfect to you. Your Copia. The man who you would gladly spend the rest of your life with. Getting him inside is difficult as he leans heavily against you, but you eventually dump him on your shared bed, his legs hanging off the end.

"Amore, where are you?" He groans at the ceiling, an arm over his eyes. The light was too bright. "I am so drunk." He giggles.

🐀- With much difficulty, you help him get undressed and climb into bed with him, letting him curl into your side, his head tucked against you. You cart your fingers through his hair, humming softly, and feel him press little kisses to your neck.

"I’m going to ask you to marry me," he says sleepily, his eyes closed.

You glance down at him, eyes wide, but he's already snoring.

Tomorrow is sure going to be interesting.

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songs/artists i’d force TWST Housewardens to listen to

— Riddle Rosehearts aka Rizzle Smoulderheart

Mans would probably be like, making me study or some shit, hopefully helping me or just around me in general. And I just whip out the nasty ass phone Daddy Crowley gave me and boot up whatever version of Spotify there and bat my eyes at Riddle saying, “Oh, music helps me focus more when studying!” When we all know that is a full on lie.

So he would be around or something and I would just start blasting the most inappropriate music ever. Probably something like Man Areas or Squidwards Nose. One of those, y’know? Just cause I think it’d be funny seeing him get all red and angry, like a raspberry.

He’d prolly yell “Off with your head” at me but that would be useless because I’m magic-less

— Leona Kingscholar aka Mr. Worldwide

Me, personally, me, personally, I’d be rockin’ to take a nap with this homie. He’d prolly hate it, but I would! And y’see, I’d come up with some bullshit that like, music helps with dreams or some shit, just anything to convince him to let me play a playlist as he sleeps.

And it’d be full of Tyler the Creator. But specifically the genre of his songs like, See You Again, What a Day, Earfquake, BEST INTEREST, songs of his like those. Now I think Leona would probably like Tyler, idk, they both have them vibes and them two my favorite men.

But yeah, I’d make him listen to Tyler, he seems like he would like at least one or two songs of his, and I sure as hell know that I would be down on my knees just to hear him sing a song.

— Azul Ashengrotto aka ‘Baka Tako’

I would literally sell my soul to him just to make him listen to every single FNAF song. It has to be FNAF. I want to get at least two or three stuck in his head, so he feels cringe and ashamed to admit liking the songs.

It would be so worth it though, seeing Azul all dripped up for Board Game Club (azul + idia club card when—) and just him humming like, Join Us For A Bite, and Idia slow head turning to him as he experiences flashbacks.

I’d be soulless for the rest of my life just to hear Azul singing Five Nights At Freddys, but god, wouldn’t that be a sight to see.

— Kalim Al-Asim aka the most nicest boy ever

I could not do anything mean to this boy, I would introduce him to like, Kali Uchis or Laufey. This man deserves all the pretty women music. I’d also just give him genuine song recommendations for like, parties too.

Maybe some like, Odetari type of music for like movin’ & groovin’. Definitely some Pitbull, Daddy Yankee, y’know all the good body mover ones. Songs that just make ya wanna swing your hips and drop it down white boy style.

Kalim is such a precious boy I would make it my life’s goal to give him all the classic bangers and new shit. Also Peso Pluma. No words. Just Peso.

— Vil Schoenheit aka the IT Girl

He scares me. I don’t want him calling my music taste ugly 😭 I’d get like, Rook to get him to listen to any of my recommendations. Or literally any one else but me. I’m sensitive :(

Anyways onto the songs/artists, ahhhh, probably K-pop. I like a lot of songs but I also heard that the dances are pretty sick too. So he can like, have fun with that. Maybe specifically like, Red Velvet, or like the BTS members but only their solo songs because I like them better like that.

Also giving him like, serious recommendations because I don’t want him to curse me if I made him listen to like a fucking Lorax song.

— Idia Shroud aka the loser gamer boy

I’m making him listen to every single Tom Cardy song I know. If there is any one in the goddamn school that could appreciate him, it would be Idia. And I wouldn’t go for the obvious choice of making him listen to Hatsune Miku because he has his little Fates idol group thing, and also because it would be too predictable.

Tom Cardy on the other hand, he is extremely unpredictable and I love him for that. Specifically showing Idia all the more funny and mainstream songs of Tom Cardy like Red Flags, Mixed Messages, and Perception Check.

Making him hum Perception Check as he beats the hell out of Azul on online Uno as Azul screeches and everytime he gets a +2 or +4 making him say ‘Nat 20 let’s fucking go’

— Malleus Draconia aka …who?

I think my more modern music taste would kill him, so I’d just give him the entire Nutcracker ballet to listen to because it is such a banger ballet, dude.

Or just ballets in general, I think he’d enjoy them in the background as he does whatever he does in his little Gargoyle club thingy.

Me and him when that beat drops in the Knights Dance from the Romeo and Juliet ballet.

{This is not at all supposed to be close to canon, this is just for funsies. I’ll prolly do the first years next…}