#sir that’s my emotional support universe

[way2gosuperrstarr]

quick doodle inspired by ao3 user loyal_backstabber's fic "Late Night To Early Morning" as a minor mood lifter (im fine now)

idk if they have a tumblr account i dont think they do which is kinda sad :( /lh

funnily enough mc's minor described appearance is pretty similar to my own (short dyed hair, but theyre described as blue)

inspired by i think about chapter 56-57?

nottttt really my best but its just a fast doodle :) i didnt use any reference for mc's outfit i just did it off the top of my head so it isnt the actual canon outfit in the fic 😭🙏

#sun fnaf #sundrop #sundrop x oc #sundrop x yn #sir thats my emotional support robot #fnaf #fnaf security breach #i am unhealthily attached to these silly little robots #sometimes i get hit with the existential dread of the fact that theyre robots and we're human so one day theoretically #if we were in that universe #one day we'd have to quit the pizzaplex job #what then #try not to think abt it too hard #silly little robot #what i'd give to have a pal like that #wyby's drawing again

[actself]

danny got his big break in the mid 90s at only 16 years old so you know what that means? there is a 100% chance he started popping up on the cover of teen magazines not long after. shit like bop, teen people, and tigerbeat, specifically - the kind that had multiple pages of collaged photos and a gigantic glossy poster that you had to carefully rip out or the staples would rip the whole thing down the middle.

#* 𝐨𝐨𝐜 ⸻ sir that's my emotional support asshole™ character. #brought to u by the fact that i just remembered hartnett actually did several teenpeople covers and i'm LOSING it #bc yeah i absolutely had those posters as a kid. not of hartnett but like. jonas brothers. btr. zefron. the early 00s classics. #my room was COVERED #i just know someone in universe had that same experience w danny #alright actually show of hands: #would ur muse have had a gigantic danny francesco pinup on their bedroom wall as a teen y/n?

[irlwakko]

me explaining that when published authors take their fanfiction, change the names, and try to say it’s an original work it’s cringe and dumb, but when I do it I’m actually the most original story creator ever and also a genius

#please sir!!!!! that’s my emotional support AU that got so far removed from the source material that it made no sense as a fanfic #so I started treating it like an original work and the characters like OCs #but the characters still look and act like the fictional characters it’s just that their world has gotten so far removed #that it’s no longer valid to call it a fanfiction without having to explain three hours worth of how the universe got to this point!!!!! #(and also someone from another unrelated piece of media is just there somehow for gay funsies!!!!!) #ocs

[quietwingsinthesky]

Today in fantastic conversations with my therapist: we were discussing how The Winchesters is probably going to end up being set in an alternate universe, how that didn’t make sense with Chuck destroying all the alternate universes, and he said, “Well, the kid (Jack) probably made it, then.”

We then transitioned to talking about how John & Mary have zero chemistry, and this man. this man. he goes. “Well, if it’s true that Jack made the alternate universe, that makes sense. He doesn’t know what love looks like.” SIR

#HE’S SO MEAN TO HIM #SIR YOURE MY THERAPIST DONT SHOOT MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT NEPHILIM DEAD RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME #anyway. it would be so funny if he was right. #Jack has created an alternate universe for Dean to live in that he thinks will make him happy #a world where you’re just told you are loved by someone. and that’s it. there is no love. only the fact that you are told it’s there. #but it’s probably just going to end up being Bad lmao #side note yes I do discuss spn with my therapist. this is beneficial I swear #he keeps calling me Dean-coded and it forces me to confront things I do not wish to look at

[candledapple]

i was super ready to boycott everything rt and then i remembered face jam

#please sir thats my emotional support idiots #but i do listen to the ad-less rss feed so they aren't actually getting paid at all from me lmao #if rt goes under imma put into the universe the hope that they all somehow continue some version of face jam bc Peak Stupid

[sampsonstorm-critical]

So. I DID watch Hazbin Hotel. And oh boy. So I'm going to give my critique on the show.

"antagonists and supporting" Characters- A bit better than Helluva. Studio oversight curbed some stuff. The characters somewhat had their own personalities in their dialogue. Some characters I thought could be cut out. I'm sorry but Sir Pentious is one of them. He's too cartoony even for this universe. He's annoying on the level jar jar binx was in star wars. Same with Mimzy. I think they could've done much better with Adam, but they just made him a dude bro? I did like the Seraphim sisters. Lute was just a bitchy, cynical, anime antagonist. Nifty was a bit aggravating too on the same level as Sir Pentious. I liked Husk as a character. Lucifer being a crushed dreamer fallen angel was actually interesting however his take on his people that he rules? Now if he was actively choosing to punish them himself using hells tools, it would be one thing? But he just has depression??? I guess? After thousands of years? Instead of trying to reconnect with his daughter, he just Mopes??? Like a sad boy??? No. Sorry. You lost me. Cherry Bomb? Meh. She's pretty shallowly written.

Now!

Main Characters -

Charlie- I hate her. I hate how fucking useless she is. She's the main protagonist for fucks sake. Now if she started like this and actually got better as the story went along in season 1, then alright. But she just gets her ass kicked and daddy has to save her skin. Way to take away her independence as a character.

Vaggie- I like Vaggies premise, but I hate the way her arc is executed. And the fact that she lets Lute live??? I'm sorry? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! No way. No how. Someone like her from a military background, or hells backdrop would let someone as callous as Lute live.

Alastor - he's my favorite character but, it's not his show. And it feels like it is. I love Alastor, he's the only entertainment I get from this show for the most part.

Angel - he's a characature. He is a walking stereotype. I know many people like him including the hypersexuality. Angel dust unless written for plot specific purposes only, is a very selfish unredeemable person. I'm sorry. He's being raped, and he still sexually harasses other people, knowing how it makes him feel? Now this would be great if we weren't supposed to feel bad for him right away, because it would show how abused can become abusers even if they don't mean too. And that could've been part of his arc to becoming a better person. But no.

The Vs - I like Vox. He's written to be genuinely manipulative, charismatic, and intimidating. I like Velvet too. I wish we knew anything about her. Valentino is written to be a villain, but some of his more childish moments are a bit of a movie mood killer.

On to the show as a whole.

So the most hated part of HH. Episode 4s infamous sexual assault scene. - I actually think it was very raw. It was done in an artistic taste. And I DEFINITELY think that if it wasn't taken from a SA fetishizer, it would've sat with me better. I understand what they were portraying and as someone who's had friends, gay men from the aids crisis era who have been SA, I see it but it's not done well. The only instance it's done well is when Angel is shown in the studio with Valentino especially when he tells Charlie to leave.

The build up and pay off issue - the music for the most part was good. OUT OF CONTEXT. I. Context it pays off without building up the conflict. It just resolves immediately. And these aren't Saturday morning cartoon conflicts. These are deep seeded emotional traumas between people. They don't resolve within one episode. These types of conflicts should resolve in 3 part episodes to 1 season. Yet again the Helluva problem shows up. Setting up too many character arcs and plotlines that cannot be properly resolved in the time span.

The finally- it was. Hot. Garbage. What the fuck was Charlie wearing to fight???? What the fuck???? Seriously???? And Angel???? In his booty shorts??? And we're supposed to take the extermination seriously??? HA! No. I do like in the episodes leading up to the finally, where Charlie and Emily rise against Heaven. I think they should have kept going with that moment in the song "If hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie". It was very powerful and undermined immediately with "the big reveal!" Yuck. And don't even get me started on how NIFTY is the one who killed ADAM! SERIOUSLY? I think it was actually cool to see Alastor get HIS shit kicked in and see him crack under the pressure for once. I DO NOT like how Charlie's daddy had to come and fight her battles especially seeling as how he could do it the whole fucking time for thousands of years????!

#helluva critical #helluva criticism #helluva critique #helluva rewrite #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique #anti spindlehorse #anti helluva boss #anti vivziepop

[shu-box-puns]

I've got this image of Dad!Tsu’tey from my Father-son-shenanigans AU turning up in ATWOW during the aftermath of the SeaDragon, specifically on that one rock. And he has no idea how he ended up there, but whilst Jake and Neytiri are quaking at the sudden appearance of their dead friend (visibly aged from the joys of fatherhood), Spider pops out of the ocean.

Naturally, Tsu'tey only has eyes for his son, and immediately gets launched head first into Protective!Dad mode at the state of him. He looks like a drowned rat, has several sluggishly bleeding cuts along his body, his stripes are faded more than his Spider ever allows. Not to mention, his dreads are matted at the scalp and are in desperate need of a retwist. But most alarming of all, none of his other family members (The Sully's) seem to remember to check on him in their shock of discovering Tsu'tey's presence.

Since no one else seems to be bothering, Tsu'tey helps Spider out of the water, noting the shock on the boy's face as he hesitantly takes Tsu'tey's outstretched hand.

<"Are you okay?"> Tsu'tey asks, as he has done for countless years. And horrifyingly, instead of Spider replying with "yes Dad," or "no Dad" Tsu'tey gets a-

<"Yes sir.">

Spider has never referred to Tsu'tey as 'sir' before. It's either 'Olo'eyktan' when he's in a mood and wants to get under Tsu'tey's skin, or 'Dad'.

<"Sir?"> Tsu'tey repeats with a curl of his nose. <"Who the hell is sir? I am Dad to you. I have always been Dad to you."> And of course, Tsu'tey is dead in this universe, and Spider has no clue who this strange forest na'vi is. Not to mention he's had a very long and emotional day surrounding another father figure.

<"Dude, I have no idea who you are.">

Cue:

Tsu'tey from my Dad!Tsu'tey AU looking at Spider in our ATWOW: "Watch out kid because you're about to get the strongest and most stable support system any clan has ever seen."

BONUS:

If Spider were to admit to Tsu'tey that Quaritch is alive (he's only known the man for an hour but Eywa does he trust him to keep Neytiri from mauling him):

Side Note: Tsu'tey has it all under control, and now has recruited Neytiri to go hunt down that dead beat dad.

#I feel like he would just be really sad to see himself dead in this universe and realise that Spider had no one because of it #our Spider would be so confused #Tsu'tey is a good Dad #happy to give him his space when he needs it #content to cook for him and ask about his day #scarily protective when Spider is in even a lick of danger #it's nice to have a father figure turn up after sixteen years and it not be awkward #meanwhile Neytiri and Jake are having emotional breakdowns because thier dead friend is just THERE #Only for Tsu'tey to immediately start chewing them out for neglecting HIS son #cue confusion and chaos the entire ilu ride back to the villagr #dad tsu'tey #he'd come around of course #dad!tsu'tey #son!Spider #Spider Socorro #Father-son-duo #Father-Son-Shenanigans #jake and neytiri #atwow #fix-it #Neteyam is fine #he's just resting

[thrasheraxe]

SIR IM GONNA NEED A PART 2 ON JAMES BEING YOUR BESTFRIEND BECAUSE I SWEAR U JUST SENT ME INTO CARDIAC ARREST.

AHAHAHA YOU GOT IT, I THINK ILL DO A LITTLE SHORT PIECE FOR THIS ONE SO YIPEE!!

ALL IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IS HIS REACTION TO YOU LEAVING!! for example, you have no idea but he’s desperately in love with you, to the point where he can’t STAND the thought of you leaving at all

it’d be a normal day and you’d turn up to the little spot you’d both claimed in some random woods behind your house, he’d missed your call earlier and you never left a voicemail, but he’d be there.

pushing your way through tall bushes and sharp brambles that graze and etch it’s mark in your skin as the sun shines down, setting slowly with the quiet lull of the ending summer. you make your way around the rock you both remarked that looks stupidly like a butt one day, beers in hand and your mind spinning but as you get to the little clearing with a slight decline, the small cave like ending to the path with beers in hand you’d notice he was there. walkman in and humming idly to some song he’d discovered that he was way too excited to show you. you grin, how on earth could he miss your call but still turn up on time?

his smile would be bright as he sees you walk down and he’d take his headphones off, ready to place them on your head as soon as you sat down, but he notices your slight difference in demeanour, he stands with trepidation, he’s no good with this stuff.

“hey…are you alright…? you look like shit.”

you laugh up at him as you place your bag down and crack open a beer without second thought, passing one to him and you beam a smile, your eyes welling up with tears.

“I got in!”

his expression would drop for just a second, the traces of his smile no longer apparent, but he would quickly combat that with wrapping you up in a hug and squeezing you tight, he knew you had been waiting for this a long time but he never expected this time to come, he tried to keep a brave face though, smiling as he let you go and exclaiming

“i knew you could do it, idiot! where to?!”

you’d name somewhere hours away from where you both lived and he would try to keep the atmosphere light and cheerful, exclaiming happily as his insides churned, this time not so teasing

“that’s amazing! i’m so proud of you! you’re not as dumb as i thought, huh?”

you’d giggle and gesture him to sit as you talked enthusiastically about where you were going, what you planned on doing at college/university and he would be genuinely excited for you. but the way he was looking at you had you both emotional, even if you didn’t know he felt just as much as you did, he’d grin trying to be supportive as possible and with a slight sadness in his eyes, his body language soft as hell for once, he’d lean over and brush a stray strand of hair from your face and remark

“well, …who’s going to listen to my shitty record finds now?”

#OH MY FUCK #oh im going insane #im so tipsy this is probably so shit but i am screaming #my heart broke #breath gone #james save me #pleek james #please its detrimental to my mental health #axe’s thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield best friend au #jaymz

[greenerteacups]

GTC how could you, this broke my heart 😭

“I had no choice! Are you joking? You’re Lord Malfoy! A real boy, with real parents, a real life! Saint Draco of Gryffindor Tower, always sneering, always lording over the high ground! First man in history to get Snape and McGonagall wrapped around his fucking pinky, with your perfect marks and your prefect's badge and your do-gooder pals — you’ve had a good life all but shoved down your throat, and you still think you have the right to talk about hard choices? Sorry to trouble you, sir, but I’m Theodore fucking Nott, and I broke the world. And you’re free. So don’t talk to me about death sentences.”

also i LOVE that draco has both severus snape and minerva mcgonagall wrapped around his pinky, making this little piece of GTC-canon my whole personality now 🥹

Thank you, beloved. Loved writing that scene, so glad you enjoyed/despaired entirely at it.

While I also am tickled by the concept, you reminded me of what I liked about that tiny little Snape/McGonagall comparison. (This isn't to say it's wrong, there's just Layers to it that I wanted to ramble about.) Contextually, it comes packaged inside a broader declaration about how Theo sees Draco — that is, an idealized lightning-rod for Theo's envy and pent-up frustrations about his own life — which is at a stark contrast with Draco's perspective. While Snape's favoritism is pretty easy to infer from the godfather-relationship and the fact that Snape just... generally is not slick with it (#Slytherin) I think the McGonagall part is way more informative about how transactionally Theo sees student-professor relationships! We don't know exactly what he's thinking about here — is he just assuming that Draco gets McGonagall's favor because he's a Gryffindor, leading off that remark about "Gryffindor Tower"? Or is he talking about McGonagall and Draco's relationship personally, in which case: why? McGonagall doesn't interact personally with Draco (or any particular student) often outside of class environments, and even though McGonagall clearly likes some people more than others, she's not unfair, and she doesn't abuse her power to favor them. Even when she bends the rules to give Harry a broomstick, she makes a point of trying to avoid outright breaking them (though not unrelatedly, Draco strongly believes that Harry is McGonagall's favorite, cf. "Summer's End.") And Theo doesn't even know about that incident!

So if Theo is actually making a remark about McGonagall personally, he's likely basing it on on the fact that (1) Draco is a prefect, (2) plays on the quidditch team (McGonagall's somewhat obvious soft spot), (3) is generally competent in class, or, (4) he's seeing a fondness in McGonagall's interactions with Draco that Draco doesn't. (4) is both possible and likely, considering how often Draco is surprised by the fact that people like him. (He's not good at reading affection if it isn't effusive fawning or communicated by insult.) But it's a far, far jump from that to "wrapped around your finger" by any stretch of the imagination, because: Minerva McGonagall? In what universe?

But to the point, the comment isn't really about McGonagall, anyway. Theo's flattening Draco's relationship with her down to a system of patronage, like the ones he's used to; it's not a mentoring bond between two people, it's just another shiny thing Draco has that he doesn't, and he shows that by describing it in terms of what Draco might be able to get out of it. It's not "she likes you," it's "wrapped around your finger," implying the possibility for manipulation and use. He's envious of Draco because Draco has options, and his access to authority figures who care about him broadens those options even more. Theo, meanwhile, is functionally orphaned, and the only person in the castle he can count on for political support is Umbridge. So there's a sort of emotional underbelly beneath that particular jab.

#greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

♤ His Burning Desire (JWY) [Pt.1] ♤

♡ Pairing : MafiaBoss!Jung Wooyoung x F!Reader

♡ Summary : That day, when he laid his eyes on her, there was a burning desire that arose in him, the desire to claim her as his own. And he was sure to do what he desired...

♡ Warnings : Angst, Smut, Fluff, kidnapping, torture, mentions of killing, obsessive and toxic behavior, Sadism, Non-con.

♡ Disclaimer : I strictly do not support this kind of behavior and that this is a fic, so read it as a fic.

♡ Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @toxicccred @cherryxsang @atinyreads (comment or send in a request if you want to tagged in my posts)

Jung Wooyoung, the man known for his absolute cruelty, who was also crazy as hell, but the bad kind of crazy. Why? He loved getting blood on his hands.

His eyes tracked down every moment of yours, while being seated in his chair. The moment you set foot inside the bar, you instantly caught his eyes. He sat in his VIP seat, while his friends were drinking their lives out, his eyes always stayed on the dance floor, his eyes stayed on you.

You practically really needed a break, so going to a club, drinking and dancing with your friends without a care about this world was the first decision you made. There was no harm in it, right?

Wooyoung found you extremely perfect, the way you danced, the way you spoke to everyone, the way you looked so innocent yet sultry. He loved everything about you that night. He never felt this attracted to anyone but you, Why? Cause he felt the deep desire to taint you in every way possible the second he set his eyes on you.

Having enough of the drinking and stalking at the you like a creep, Wooyoung just stood up to walk out but not before saying goodbye to his friends. But apparently you were very intoxicated from all the drinking and definitely didn't see who you were about bump into. Your eyes were blurry and your mind wasn't thinking straight when you were being made to stand straight by the man you just bumped into.

You quickly rubbed your eyes and leaned in closer to look at the man, and your eyes widened while your cheeks heated up when you scanned his handsome features and the mole and his eye. "Damn you're really handsome" And you wanted the ground to swallow you after you realised what you just said.

Wooyoung just smirked at you while you quickly backed away and fixed your dress, not knowing what you just started. Oh how badly he wanted to ruin every part of you.

"Sir, Seo Y/n, born in the year 2003, in America, is an architecture student at Seoul University, who is currently doing her masters. She is also an orphan, because her parents died when she was 16 due to an attack on their house by some gangsters. She is currently living on her own, while she inherited her parents money." Wooyoung listened to his right hand man, Yeongjin, listing down the information he just got from all the research he did on the said girl.

Wooyoung listened carefully as he looked at the computer screen which showed the pictures taken of the said girl. "And her relationship status?" Wooyoung finally looked away from the screen as he eyed the man standing straight in front of him, "Yes sir, I was about to get there, she has not been in any relationship."

Wooyoung smirked at the new piece of information he just got, "So fucking innocent", Wooyoung told out loud before looking at his assistant, "Call Seonghwa hyung and tell him, I have something important to discuss with him and that he should meet me today at my mansion." Yeongjin nodded and left the room after bowing to him.

"You must be kidding me Jung Wooyoung!" Seonghwa set his cup down on the glass table as he screamed at his younger friend. "No I'm not." Wooyoung deadpanned as he was least fazed by Seonghwa yelling at him.

"This is one weird way of telling me you have lost your fucking mind. You really want to stalk some innocent girl when you have much more important works to do?" Wooyoung showed no emotion as he replied, "Yeah I know, and that's why you're gonna attend the meeting with Lee instead of me, while I do the stalking"

"You're insane for this, what are you gonna do later? Kidnap her? Force her to marry you?" "Actually now that you gave me the idea, I might as well do that Hyung." Wooyoung smirked at Seonghwa, making him roll his eyes, "Promise me one thing, you're still going to take your medication. I don't want your anger issues to hurt that poor girl, who knows what she got herself into."

Wooyoung set his glass down now, as he clenched his jaw, "Yeah". Wooyoung hated to be reminded of his anger issues, which was caused due to being in the mafia world from birth and having to take care of the mafia business from the age of 17 which also involved, dealing with grumpy old men who did nothing but disapprove of everything he did. Though the man was taking medications to cool down his anger issues, he just needed to get blood on his hands, he needed to see blood, he needed to feel the liquid flowing down his arms.

It was almost the end of the day at your college and you currently sat in your college library, planning the blue print of your project which was due next week. You got distracted by the feeling of someone's eyes on you but did not give it a thought yet again though you've had the feeling of being in a twilight zone for a three whole months.

You looked up to check the timing and realised it was already 7 and you should just probably leave. While walking back to your apartment, you could feel someone was behind you every step you took and it definitely creeped you out. You suddenly stopped and took a deep breath before turning around to find no one. It sends chills down your spine, though it wasn't very dark, it certainly was a very alarming hour for you to walk back to your apartment which is literally inside a very dark alley.

Wooyoung though, was having enough of just stalking you. He hated the fact that you never acknowledged his presence. He wanted nothing but to lay his hands on you, feel you, touch you, like his desire wanted him to. And he was sure to satisfy his desire today.

You opened the door of your apartment and were about to close the door, until a large hand stopped from doing so. You screeched out as you backed away from the door, and soon the door opened to reveal the man who looked somewhat familiar to you.

Wooyoung pinned you against the wall and held your hands above your head as he stared at you with his dark eyes, his face having that smirk. "Hey princess" "W-who are you?" Your voice barely came out as a whisper but Wooyoung managed to hear it, "Jung Wooyoung."

You instantly got yourself together and pushed him away with all the force, "Get out of my house!" Wooyoung clenched his jaw as he pinned you to the wall with much stronger force as his lips attached themselves to your neck. You tried hard to push him away but he just held your hands together in a tight grip as his lips sucked dark marks on your neck.

And before you knew it, you got hit with the holder of his gun and everything went black as you collapsed on him.

Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself sleeping on a king sized bed in a certainly very large bedroom. After recalling the past moments, your eyes widened. You quickly got out of the bed, and just as you were about to get to the door, it opened to reveal, Jung Wooyoung.

Your voice stopped at your throat as you looked at the man who stood there eyeing even the way you breathed. Before you could comprehend the things going on around you, you felt his hands on your waist, while his other hand travelled up to your cheeks. Suddenly, he grabbed your jaw in a tight grip making you look at his dark gaze.

"Listen here sweetheart, from now on, you belong here. You belong in my empire. You belong to me." He had his hell of a smirk on his face, while he had you pinned against the black wall. Your eyes glossed up with tears and your hand instantly came in contact with his cheek as you slapped him painfully hard across his face. He held his cheek and looked at you, and you felt something snapped in him as his eyes looked crazy as ever. "Trust me, sweetheart, you don't fucking know what you just got yourself into"

And suddenly his hand travelled up to hold your neck in a chokehold as he slammed your head against the wall. His lips attacked your neck, while his other hand came up to pin your hands above your head. Your eyes were now filled with tears as you tried hard to break free from hold.

His lips attached themselves to yours as he kissed you hard and rough. You were forced to kiss him back as you gave in, while his hands travelled down and ripped your shirt into two, revealing your bra to him. His hands caressed your bare waist as his kisses got rougher and wilder.

And suddenly you were turned and pushed against the wall by him. His hands roam around your body, making you moan out. "You're fucking mine" You felt him rip away your skirt from your body, leaving you with just your lace panties and bra.

You were suddenly pushed on the bed and as your back hit the mattress of the bed, you felt his leather belt being tied around your neck as he turned it into a leash. He hovered over you and pinned you against the bedpost, "You're going to fucking behave now, do not get on my nerves sweetheart"

And before you knew it, you were made to go on your hands and knees as he pulled on the belt, making you lounge back, your back coming in contact with his broad bare chest. He immediately pushed himself inside you, ramming his cock inside you at a fast pace.

His other hand came down to slap at the flesh of your ass as he correspondingly pulled at his belt while his cock abused your pussy. He definitely didn't prep you enough, and did not give you enough time to adjust to his size which caused a burning sensation at your hole. You bit on the sheets to try and hide your moans, but that was immediately stopped as he pulled on the belt making you lounge backwards as you let out loud moans.

"That is it, fucking get louder for me. Scream my name. You're mine do you get that?" He didn't give you time to respond as he thrust his cock inside you at a very harsher pace making you let out a scream. His hands come down to pinch and flick at your clit making you dig your nails into the palms of your hand.

He rubbed circles at your clit making you come all over his cock, and he gave you a certainly harsh slap on your pussy making you instantly come undone. He gives you a few harsh thrusts as he soon finishes inside you and releases his grip on the leash making you fall on the bed, completely worn out.

He pulled himself out and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I hope you fucking get it now. You're mine."

I hope this didn't disappoint anyone who was waiting for the series. I promise the story is going to go great later on.

© wooyoungmybelovedhusband [jeongaera]

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez CNC #ateez angst #yandere ateez #yandere ateez series #yandere! wooyoung #yandere!wooyoung #yandere! wooyoung smut #yandere! wooyoung imagines #yandere wooyoung #wooyoung smut #ateez imagines #ateez yandere series #ateez yandere imagines #yandere! ateez #ateez yandere #mafiaboss! wooyoung #mafia au #ateez mafia au #ateez yandere mafia au #wooyoung cnc smut #wooyoung #ateez jung wooyoung #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung angst #wooyoung angst imagines #wooyoung x reader smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n

[nightswithkookmin]

I'm replying you here cos your choice of words might rub others the wrong way and get you in trouble when you are already feeling down.

First off, hugs.

Second, I hear you. I understand you are annoyed because he couldn't take 1 second of his time to openly congratulate Jimin yet here he is on live at Jk's house fueling dating rumors amidst Face promotions.

Truth be told, it pisses me off too when BTS don't act civil towards eachother. They are friends sure but they have a professional relationship too and not expressing that professional courtesy towards eachother stirs my anger for real. They are ruining the script ruining the fantasy and vision of friendship I have for them😒

But that's a me problem. They don't owe me anything.

They are grown adults free to do whatever they want and express themselves in whatever way they want.

Similarly, you are free to like them or not like them too.

You don't have to force yourself to like something you don't.

I personally prefer Jimin as a bias because I like everything about him. His thoughtfulness, his kindness, his honesty and sincerity, his emotional intelligence, and the fact he tries to be a good human day in day out.

As much as I love Jungkook and the others I can't with the ghetto. I just can't. I would drag the hell out of them, nag and complain all the time when they act insensitivly towards others and without considering the impact of their actions on others. I mean I be dragging Jimin too sometimes so why not others😆

Take Tae for instance not saying shit bout Face for one- oh I'm finna drag him across the parameters of the universe I'm just waiting till the dust settle😌

Is that how soulmates behave towards a soulmate?😒

I like Jimin the most- mehn I'm so sick of this fakey love. FAKE LOVE. fakkey love. FAKE LOVE. I'm so sorry but it's fakkey love. "Cussing in Korean melody"

I'm tired of people paying lip service and not backing up their words with actions I'M SICK OF IT.

You love him, you love him. AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO SUPPORT HIM. WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED ALL PJMS ON BOARD.

WHY YALL BE DISGRACING ME OUT HERE

SO GHETTO AND FOR WHAT

You know what. Imma need you in the boxing ring sir

This is for Jimin.

This is for Jin. Don't think I forgot.

AND ON TOP OF IT ALL HE'S OUT THERE POSTING HIS WOOGA SQUAD AND OTHER PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT

THAT JUST HURT NOT GONNA LIE

Everyday I go on his page I'm holding my breathe cos I know I'm gonna see something that's gonna break mi heart😔

His friendship with Jungkook is the only good thing happening right now for me so you see when you come into my Ask and complain about it I get really confused.

On top of him shitting on my Bangtan friendship goals, vmin lesbian agenda, Taejin senpai you want him to shit on Tae kook too?? Now ma'm💀💀💀💀

I'm more terrified of him deciding not to Bangtan anymore and running off to form a band with his wooga squad 🥴

I already lost one direction I'm not gonna lose BTS😭

The world can't lose BTS😭😭😭😭😭

And we can't have a BTS reunion if the members hate each other or feel disconnected from one another so much they decide they've found their calling else where. I'm terrified Suga and Tae might not want to come back to the group- Don't ask me why. It's just a fear I have. So as much as I hate tuktukkers, I have bigger concerns.

I'm glad to see and hear Jungkook wildcard making efforts to connect with the members. He's initiating contact, inviting them to his place- THAT'S A GOOD THING. IT'S GOOD. IT MEANS THERE'S NO BAD BLOOD AND DRAMA BREWING ANYWHERE.

I'm happy to see Tae showed up with Hobi- Makes me wonder where Park Jimin was and what he was doing and why he didn't show up 👀

We could have had this. JM blocked our blessings 😩

I will miss Hobi for this😔

He's always there for his members when they need him. Such a beautiful human soul.

Guys sometimes lets pause and smell the roses and enjoy the little moments.

Hobi will soon be gone and we might not see him show up in lives like this anymore. If Jk is feeling lonely and he reaches out he might only have Tae to show up for him😔

Now imagine if Tae is gone too😭

Tae might not be doing this for others we wish he would do for, but I think he has since their Solo been a good friend to Jk. And he's been consistent with it. He's always there for him. Perhaps because more than anyone else, he knows and understands whatever JK is struggling with post their Solo announcement.

Jimin used to be like that too you know. I keep saying jm and Tae are very similar in some regards.

And I think this is better than him being snobbish towards Jk and acting passive aggressively towards him or blatantly telling him no like he said he did in soop when Jk asked him out for drinks🥴

Those days were wild.

While I don't think tuktuk are dating, I think they have a very good friendship these days. One that ought to be admired not shit on. We are not tuktukkers. Remember that.

But I take your comments about him doing all this to deliberately fuel drama seriously. I'll look into it. Just know that he's a bit of a troll🤣

If it gets on your nerves so much then it's usually a sign you are being trolled hard🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

If not then sis you just might be a hater in which case I can't help you💀

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Rules of Magic

[unicorn fuck club] Brandon Sanderson: so I’ve got a story Sanderson: I call it the tale of cosmere universe Sanderson: it’s kind of long, so you should all probably go to the bathroom first

Sanderson: so here’s what you have to know about the cosmere universe Sanderson: it’s got a hard magic system Sanderson: you have to spend 8 points of manna to cast magic missile Sanderson: but only if you get +2 on your saving dexterity roll Sanderson: and if there’s a level 3 cleric or above in your party, they can roll to assist Alan Moore: [appearing in a flash of thunder] greetings mortals Sanderson: um excuse me sir Sanderson: you cannot just appear like that Sanderson: by the rules of magic, you have to first roll a +8 in spell casting OR shadow weaving Moore: foolish imp, my magic cannot be contained! Moore: your earthly laws cannot bind my powers Moore: for magic knows no rules Moore: only vibes  

Sanderson: UM Sanderson: that’s NOT the way it works Sanderson: there are RULES, you know Sanderson: three of them Clive Barker: damn I’m surprised you had time to come up with three whole rules what with all those doorstoppers you write Sanderson: well there was going to be a fourth but I ran out of time Sanderson: Sanderson: why are you Barker: yeah I’m here sometimes Barker: I wrote abarat, that counts Sanderson: the cosmere universe has 8 realms: sun, moon, flesh, ether, dirt, water, fire, heart Sanderson: and each realm has 12 singularities, called perpetuities Sanderson: each of those perpetuities are endowed with the essence of the create-o-sphere Sanderson: that’s the cosmic pangea that split to make the 4 orbs of knowing Sanderson: see, what you have to understand in that the universe has chaos AND order Sanderson: like, balances of them

Sanderson: also another important thing Sanderson: whenever anyone feels an emotion, like a little sprite representing that emotion appears and dances around for a bit Sanderson: but don’t worry Sanderson: you don’t need to know any of that to understand the story Barker: wow that’s interesting Barker: so I hear you hate gay people, what’s up with that Barker: Barker: oh sorry usually about this time edgar would intervene Barker: haha damn I’m not used to working alone

Barker: so I heard you hate gay people Sanderson: haha no no you got it all wrong Sanderson: I don’t personally hate gay people Sanderson: I simply support an institution that wants to kill them

Sanderson: I think they’re neat Sanderson: if it were up to me, they wouldn’t be exterminated at all Sanderson: but jeez, guys, who am I to tell the Mormon church it’s wrong? Sanderson: I really don’t have any choice here other than to keep tithing them millions of dollars Sanderson: I guess I gotta just hope they don’t use all that money for anything bad Sanderson: but my hands are tied Orson Scott Card: oh yeah totally very relatable

Barker: haha that sucks, man Sanderson: whoa whoa whoa Sanderson: look, I know you all think I’m some sort of bogeyman for giving millions of dollars to a church that wants to kill queer people Sanderson: but consider this Sanderson: I wrote Lord Orebor Twylbyll in The Shroud of Steel and Ivory to be gray ace Sanderson: so really I think that balances everything out Barker: Barker: haha Barker: that still sucks man

#midnight pals #the midnight society #brandon sanderson #clive barker #alan moore #orson scott card

[wheresarizona]

Learning to Live Part 9

summary: Javier desperately needs something to wear around your apartment that isn’t unbuttoned jeans. It’s a good look, a really good look, but you have a feeling grey sweatpants would look even better, so he’s taking you to the mall for some shopping.

rating: E (18+! Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, dry humping, praise, dirty talk, (1) sir, affectionate ass slapping (Javier is an ass man), feelings of jealousy and insecurity, emotions, food mention, Javier in grey sweatpants, dual pov, no y/n)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 9700+

a/n: Hello there, sorry about how long this took to write! This wasn’t a part of my outline, but a lot of people wanted to read about them going shopping, and your wish is my command! If there’s ever anything you wanna see, just let me know. I’ve got a one-shot I’m working on for this universe and the next chapter on my to-do list and started. Thank you for all the love and support, you are the best, and I appreciate it very much! Dedicating this chapter to @theorganasolo for her special day! I hope it’s a good one and that Soft!Javi will make you smile! 😊😊😊 As always, shoutout to @juletheghoul, my inspiration and my rock, whom I love. Thank you to my beta, @invisibleismyname, who’s always there for me, and helps me be a better writer, whom I also love. They’re my partners in crime who help me make this all happen.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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You were aware of the effect that sundresses had on Javi.

Very aware.

They were his weakness, and it absolutely delighted you to see his pupils blow wide, eyes trailing along your body, seeing the clear want in the dark depths.

That was something you loved about Javier Peña—he made you feel wanted, and you knew without a doubt he liked everything about you, from your body to your personality, and even your insistence that scrambled eggs needed ketchup on them. He liked you and wanted you, cherishing all of your imperfections and quirks, not batting an eye at the things about your body that made you feel self-conscious because he liked it all—everything.

He’d shown you that morning after you’d woken up in his arms, and soft kisses turned into Javi on top of you, kissing you hungrily before he was moving down your naked body, his lips on your skin the entire way.

The room had a soft glow from the sun shining through the curtains, and he’d shoved the blankets off you both, reverently moving his mouth, and you noticed that he made a point to kiss your flaws—stretch marks, scars, anything that stood out his lips found, pressing gently, softly, like his kisses were little thanks to your body, and appreciating them as if they were badges of honor for the life you’d lived.

It was sweet and a little overwhelming, making your eyes go misty, and then he ended up with his face between your thighs, and he worshipped you in a different kind of way that had your legs shaking and body boneless by the time he’d decided you had enough.

It was another morning where he didn’t want anything in return and just wanted to make you feel good, and boy, did he do just that.

You were learning he had a thing for mornings—when you were soft and pliant, and he could take his time with his mouth and fingers, it never being about him. It was an excellent way to start the day, and you were becoming spoiled.

One night while you were laying in bed, you asked about why sundresses riled him up so much, and he’d told you that he loved how you looked in them, and that he enjoyed how they made getting to some of his favorite parts easy.

“I’m doubting that we’re never going to get caught for public indecency,” you said.

“Then behave, and it won’t be a problem.”

You’d pouted.

You found another one of his weaknesses when you had gotten ready to leave the apartment.

It was late morning, the two of you spending most of your time in bed before you’d gotten up to start the day. Javi was already in the kitchen, and after you’d dressed, you made your way towards the only sounds in your apartment; the coffee maker percolating, the sounds of cooking, scraping in a pan, and was that eggs crackling?

You found Javi at the stove, his back to you, the material of his deep red button-up hugging his shoulders sinfully, seeing the lines of muscles beneath the fabric, your eyes lowering to his trim waist and the tight jeans that showed his tiny but very cute butt.

A smile tipped up on your lips as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing the back of his neck. You heard the spatula stop moving and felt him put a hand over yours, squeezing it gently.

“Hey, baby,” he said, a smile evident in his voice, making your body feel warm.

“Hello to you,” you replied, kissing a spot just behind his ear and feeling him shudder under you. “What are you making?” You asked, nipping at his earlobe.

“Fuck,” his voice came out thick. “Scrambled eggs and toast.”

You kissed his neck again.

“It smells good,” you said. “I could have made us breakfast.”

The spatula moved in the pan again, and a second later, you heard it being set on the countertop, Javi turning in your arms.

His hands cupped your jaw as he leaned in to seal his lips against yours, swallowing the surprised sound that escaped you.

“Wanted to make you breakfast,” he said when you parted, looking at you with those soft puppy dog eyes you adored.

You smiled at him, giving him a quick kiss.

“You’re so sweet.”

He returned the same expression and moved his head to take in your outfit, eyes moving down the length of you.

“You’re not wearing a dress,” he said, his hand moving down your side, fingers grazing over the material of your top until his hand grabbed a handful of your ass and made you giggle.

“With the marks on my neck, I thought it best not to scandalize the town.”

He frowned, looking down at your lower half.

“I wasn’t expecting these,” he said, hand rubbing over your covered asscheek. “They’re so tight.”

“They’re bike shorts. Princess Diana was a fashion icon.”

It was too hot to do the signature bicycle shorts with an oversized sweater look, so you paired your black shorts with a t-shirt. It wasn’t the sexiest look, but it was comfortable attire to walk around in.

He turned you, and you felt both of his big hands grab at the globes of your ass, making you laugh.

“There’s no panty line,” he said in a rough tone, voice going deeper. “Fuck, are you even wearing any?”

“I am.”

His thumbs hooked into the waistband, and you felt the cool air as he pulled them down, baring you to him.

“If that isn’t the prettiest fucking thing,” he rasped.

“I said I’d wear a thong for you,” you replied, smiling.

He crouched down, his hands grabbing at your flesh.

“And it’s even better than I imagined.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You gasped when his mouth touched your asscheek, kissing your skin, before he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

“Jesus, Javi,” you breathed.

He left one last sloppy kiss and softly bit at you.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, standing back up. He tugged the spandex into place before his hands spun you to face him when he was done. “I like the shorts,” he said with a crooked grin.

“You like the thong.”

“That too.”

“The eggs are burning.”

His eyes went wide.

“Shit,” he smacked your ass. “You distracted me.”

He turned back towards the stove as you laughed.

“They’re… salvageable,” he said.

You peeked around him to look in the pan, seeing some parts definitely cooked a little more than was needed.

“Eh, some ketchup, and you won’t even notice.”

He huffed out an amused breath, looking over at you with a smile.

“I think you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“That you are.”

“Do you need help with anything?” You asked.

“Could you get the coffee ready?”

“I can do that,” you answered with a nod, giving him a quick kiss before heading towards where you kept the coffee cups.

You heard the pan being moved off the burner and Javi moving about behind you as you got out the mugs and poured the coffee. You knew he took his black, so you got what you needed for yours, handing Javi the ketchup while you were in the fridge, and by the time you were done with the coffees, he had the plates on your dining table and was coming over to grab his cup.

The eggs didn’t look too bad, and the toast was made the way you liked it.

Your eyes met Javi’s across the table from you, him watching intently and looking a little nervous.

“I’m sorry about the eggs,” he frowned.

You waved away his words.

“Don’t be sorry. They’re really not that bad.” You grabbed the ketchup, popped the cap, and squeezed the amount you wanted onto your eggs. “I’m sorry I distracted you with my ass.” You grinned at him, passing the condiment, Javi taking it.

He rubbed the thumb of his free hand over his bottom lip, eyes dark.

“Never apologize for that,” he said with a wink. “It won’t be the last time.”

You laughed.

“Good to know.”

He looked like he realized something, eyes widening as he gulped.

“You’re going to wear those in public?” He asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

“When can you ever keep your hands off of me?” You asked, pointing your fork at him.

He chuckled.

“Never.”

You watched him open the bottle and squeeze some sauce onto his food.

“Exactly. I expect some kind of pawing. If there wasn’t any, I’d be concerned.”

He laughed.

“Okay. Eat your eggs,” Javi ordered, pointing the now closed ketchup bottle at your plate before setting it down on the table.

“Yes, sir,” you replied.

You saw his throat work as you took a bite.

“Good girl,” he rasped, and you didn’t want to admit that you felt a tingle move down your spine at his words.

Breakfast was eaten, coffee was drunk, and the kitchen was cleaned up, the dishes placed in the sink to take care of later. Soon, the two of you were leaving the apartment, the sky outside blue and the temperature hot, but not quite unbearable, with it only being a little after eleven in the morning.

Javi opened the passenger door to his truck for you, offering a hand to help you into the cab and stealing a kiss, before shutting it and walking around to the driver’s side. You moved into the middle seat, Javi smiling as he got in, grabbing his aviators from the dashboard after he’d buckled in, setting them perfectly on the bridge of that nose you loved.

He turned towards you.

“You ready?” He asked.

He looked so handsome with the first few buttons of his shirt undone, showing a glimpse of his chest, and a hickey on his neck, making your blood sing that you were the one who put it there. You liked how the sunglasses looked on him, still able to see his eyes through the dark lenses and how they framed his face.

God, he’s beautiful.

You plucked the aviators from his face, seeing his eyebrows furrow as you put them on, everything dimming. You eyed yourself in the rearview mirror.

“I don’t know if I can pull these off,” you frowned. “Like you look hot as fuck, I don’t know how you make aviator sunglasses so sexy, but me? I’m not too sure.”

His hand pulled on your chin to make you look at him, a smile on his lips.

“You’re very cute,” he said.

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not. You look sexy, too. I’d fuck you in nothing but them,” he said confidently.

You felt your body heat.

“I get the feeling you’d fuck me if I was wearing a trash bag as a dress.”

He smirked.

“You’re not wrong. I’d fuck you wearing anything or nothing at all,” he shrugged.

“A clown outfit?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

He chuckled.

“The red nose stays on,” he replied, closing the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours, and you reciprocated eagerly, forgetting your train of thought when he licked into your mouth, swallowing your moan. Your hands cupped his face, focused on how his tongue was moving against yours, and the breadth of his palm cradling your cheek, taking up so much space.

He was the only thought on your brain—Javier—the way he overloaded your senses, breathing him in, tasting him, feeling him; nothing else in the world mattered but him when his mouth was on yours. Your lungs finally ached enough for oxygen that you had to break away, gasping in air to catch your breath, and Javi was in a similar state, the two of you grinning like love-sick fools.

“Didn’t know the thought of me dressed like a clown would rile you up so much,” you panted.

His breath sputtered as he started laughing, eyes crinkling, pressing his forehead against yours.

Javi’s hand moved off your face and to your thigh, pinching it and making you squeak.

“That didn’t rile me up,” he finally said after calming down.

“Thank god, I mean, I’m adventurous, but clowns freak me the fuck out.”

He made an amused sound, kissing you quickly.

“We’ll avoid that then,” he said. He looked you in the eyes. “Adventurous?” His eyebrow lifted in question.

You shrugged.

“Yeah? I’ll try new things in bed as long as I talk it out first, and it’s not excruciatingly painful or gross.” You made a face.

“I’ll remember that,” he said with a nod.

“I’m sure you will,” you winked.

He smiled.

“And I’m the same,” Javi said. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll try.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You took off the aviators and carefully put them back onto his face. “Look at you, hotter than Maverick,” you said, poking the tip of his nose.

“You think I’m hotter than, what’s his name? Tom Cruise?” He asked slowly, eyebrows in his hairline.

“Oh, babe. Absolutely zero competition. Would fuck you in a heartbeat.” You saw his chest puff out a little, making you laugh. “Let’s get going before your ego becomes too big for your truck to contain.”

He smiled, kissing you softly.

“You said I was hotter than Tom fucking Cruise.” He seemed to be delighted by this, and it made you giggle. His focus turned to the front, turning his keys that he’d already put into the ignition, bringing the vehicle to life, and shifting it into reverse.

The radio turned on, volume low, the air conditioning cranked high. His arm went behind you on the back of the seat as he looked over his shoulder to pull out of the parking space.

“Sometime in the late eighties, early nineties,” he said. “Maybe ’89 or ‘90?” His attention turned back to the front as he put the truck in gear and started driving. “All the American women who worked at the embassy were obsessed with that asshole. I think I saw a fucking magazine at one point proclaiming him the sexiest man alive. Bullshit,” he scoffed.

“1990,” you said.

He looked over at you.

“What?” He asked.

“Tom Cruise was People’s Sexiest Man Alive in 1990.”

He frowned.

“How do you know that?”

“It wasn’t only American women in Colombia who were obsessed with him. People were crazy about him here too, still are, actually,” you said matter-of-factly. Your eyes met again. “Even if some magazine called him the sexiest man alive almost ten years ago, I’d still choose you with zero hesitation, and I know for a fact you can make me come. Sure, Tom Cruise is attractive, but I honestly don’t believe he knows where the clit is.”

He grinned.

“I do know how to make you come and where your clit is.” There was that chest puffing again as he focused back on the road, and you laughed.

“Yeah, you do. Zero in on it with laser focus. Tom Cruise could never.”

“He fucking couldn’t,” Javi agreed.

“Your ego.” You shook your head.

“You like it,” he said, looking over at you with a smirk.

“I really do.”

Mall del Norte was built in the late seventies, and had been a big fucking deal for Laredo, giving the town access to a large department store, and a movie theater that had more than one screen. Other retailers came in, making it so you didn’t have to drive two hours to San Antonio or McAllen to shop at their malls when you couldn’t find what you needed at the mom-and-pop shops or local specialty stores.

People had worried the smaller shops Laredo had relied on for years would go out of business once Mall del Norte was built, but the community wasn’t big about change—people supported the local places first before branching out to the mall, but as the years had gone on, the newer generations preferred the large department store and retail shops simply for the ease of finding what you needed all in one place.

Javier’s father still shopped local and had known many of the owners for years.

Javier liked going to Sears and being able to pick up socks and new music or a movie. If he browsed, he usually found more shit he didn’t know he needed.

Cielito said she wanted to buy him sweatpants, so they were going to the department store.

It was Sunday, and most people not working attended church functions, which meant the mall was dead; only a handful of people were shopping, the two of them included. The stores were run by bored teenagers all working their summer jobs, who wouldn’t bother them unless they made an effort to get their attention, the kid’s noses stuck in magazines or gossiping with their coworkers.

He held Cielito’s hand as they walked into Sears, Javier taking off his sunglasses and hanging them in the dip of his shirt, the two of them heading straight for the men’s department.

She let go of him to browse a rack of shirts.

“Who is wearing a turtleneck in the middle of June in Texas?” She asked, showing him the white sweater.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he smiled.

“Someone with amazing fucking air conditioning.”

She seemed to think it over.

“The hospital does get chilly. I’ll allow it,” she said, putting it back. She continued looking through hangers. “There is a lot of flannel here.”

“Big ranching and farming community,” he replied with a shrug.

She looked at him, lips curving up in a smile.

“Javi, baby, are you telling me you own flannel?”

“Yeah?”

“So, you could make my lumberjack fantasies come true?”

“Your what?” He asked.

“You know, a strong man wearing flannel and chopping wood, whisks you away to his cabin in the mountains and has his way with you.”

He frowned.

“We live in Texas. Southern Texas.”

“Is that a no to the flannel and wood chopping?” She was giving him big eyes.

“If you want me to die of fucking heatstroke, I can do it,” he closed the distance, leaning in to speak in her ear. There wasn’t really a reason to, with no one else around, but he liked how her breath caught in her throat at his proximity. “Or we can skip the manual labor, and I’ll fuck you wearing the shirt. You want that? Me fucking you however I want?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He kissed her cheek, his hand squeezing her ass before stepping back, seeing her pupils expand.

“I’ll bring over one of my flannels,” he winked.

“You’re too good to me,” she smiled.

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

That made her smile bigger, and his heart skip a beat. He moved back into her space, leaning in to press his lips against hers, his hand holding the back of her head.

She was still smiling when he pulled back, his face mirroring hers.

“Any other requests?” He asked.

“I can’t think of anything, but let’s look around.”

He nodded, following her as she started walking.

She pulled some athletic pants off a rack—black with white stripes down the sides.

“You could use a pair of these,” she said, holding them towards him so he could see.

“Those aren’t sweatpants,” he said slowly.

“No, but they’re tearaway, and with your aversion to underwear around me, and our habit of ending up naked, imagine the ease of just tearing those bad boys off and getting right to it. Sex pants.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m not getting sex pants,” he chuckled.

She pouted.

“I guess they wouldn’t be very practical,” she said, putting them back and moving to where the grey sweatpants were stacked on a shelf. She eyed the sizes, grabbing a pair from the middle, holding them out, letting them unfold, and turned to press them against his waist. “Yes, these will do for that cute butt of yours.”

“Your obsession,” he chuckled.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Says the man who gave me a hickey on my ass. Pot calling the kettle, babe.”

He laughed, hands grabbing onto said ass to pull her into him, leaning down to kiss her.

“A perfect pair,” he murmured against her lips.

“We are,” she replied.

He lightly smacked her ass.

“What else did you want to get?” He asked when he pulled back to look at her.

“Is there anything you need?” She asked.

“Just the sweats.”

“Want to look around?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

She smiled.

“Great!” She grabbed his hand, holding the sweatpants in the other as they started walking, stopping at a display. She grabbed a black cowboy hat and looked at him inquisitively. “You have the flannel, and you’re a rancher—”

“Hats aren’t my thing,” he finished for her.

She set it on his head.

“I don’t know, babe, I’m kind of feeling it.”

He chuckled.

“Want me to wear my boots, too?”

Her eyes went wide.

“You’ve got fucking cowboy boots?”

“I work on a ranch in Texas. I’m a Texan.”

She nodded her head like it all made sense.

“A requirement of being born here, probably got your first pair right out of the womb.”

“I think I was five? Maybe four? I was helping out Pop very young.”

“The thought of a tiny you dressed like a little cowboy is absolutely delightful.”

He smiled.

“Dad will probably pull out the photo albums when we go to the ranch. You’ll get to see photo evidence.”

She looked surprised.

“You want me to meet your dad?” She asked.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly felt unsure.

“Yeah? Sometime in the next couple of weeks. Do you want to meet him?”

“Yes!” She said quickly. “I’d love to.”

He smiled.

“I’ll let him know. He’s dealing with a bunch of shit building a new barn, so we’ll figure out a day.”

“I could make dinner?”

“At the ranch?”

She nodded.

“Yes, if you’re both comfortable with that.”

“We’d love it—we’ll have to bring over what you need.”

“That can be easily arranged,” she smiled.

He took off the hat as he leaned in to kiss her, then set it on her head, giving her an appraising look.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Her eyebrow rose.

“I know that look. In just the cowboy hat?”

“In anything, or nothing at all,” he smirked.

She playfully hit his chest as she giggled.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He ducked his head to get under the hat's brim to kiss her, having to grab it before it fell.

“Only for you,” he said against her lips and felt her smile.

He put the hat back on the display after they parted, and retook her hand, following as she walked around, looking at different things, going through the electronics, her thumbing through CDs, and browsing movies, the two of them talking about things they were looking at.

As they looked at kitchen stuff, he was curious about something after she’d mentioned her mom loving a new blender for Christmas. He knew a little about her family, listening to her stories about growing up and that they still lived in her home state.

“Do you visit them often?” He asked as she investigated a mixing bowl.

She looked at him in confusion.

“Visit who?”

“Your family? You mentioned your mother.”

“Oh!” She smiled, setting the ceramic down. “December.”

“December?”

“Yes, every December during the week with the cheapest flights.”

“You see your family once a year?”

“Yes? Any more, and I’d go crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all very much, but a week in person once a year is enough. Plus, I talk to them a couple of times a week.” She shrugged. She picked up some measuring cups. “They’re going to love meeting you.”

He gulped, nerves settling in his stomach.

“You want me to meet your family?” He asked.

Her eyes met his.

“Of course I do, silly! God, if you’re over when mom calls, she’ll probably want to talk to you. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he said with a nod. He didn’t know what he’d talk to her about, but he wanted to try and make a good impression. Older women tended to like him if he used his charm, except Mrs. Hernandez.

She put the measuring cups back and leaned in to kiss him.

“You’re sweet,” she said.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I do,” she smiled, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the aisle.

They ended up in the home furnishings department, Cielito looking at the assortment of sheets.

“While we’re here I should probably pick up a spare set.”

She was touching the different materials.

“Is there something wrong with the ones you have?” He asked.

Javier thought her bed was comfortable and liked sleeping in her sheets. They were nice and felt good on his body.

Her head turned towards him, smirking.

“I bought two brand new sets when I moved in, and with how many times I’m washing them, I need another to put in rotation.”

“Oh. I’m sorry?” He offered, scratching the back of his neck.

“You’re not.”

He smiled.

“I’m not. Can I buy them?”

Her eyebrow rose.

“You don’t need to buy me sheets.”

He frowned.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

Her attention went back to the shelves, eyeing over the options. She picked up some that were deep red with a black floral pattern, rubbing her fingers over the material, with the sweatpants hanging on her arm.

“I like these,” she said. “Not too satiny, so we won’t die of heat. The pattern is cute, and I know your favorite color is red,” she showed them to him. “What do you think, babe?”

She wanted his opinion on her bedding? He felt his chest constrict, swallowing hard.

“You, uh, care what I think about your sheets?” Javier asked.

Her eyebrows creased.

“Yes? We’re both going to sleep in them, so your opinion matters. Do you like this texture?” She pushed it closer to him, and he touched his fingers against it, feeling the soft fabric. “It sort of feels like what I have now, but these feel more crisp and will keep us cool at night. What are you thinking? Do you like them, or should we go with a darker color?”

Javier was feeling overwhelmed by these simple questions.

The sheets he currently slept on at his dad’s had been bought by his mother when he was still living at home—those and the spares were all purchased by her with no input from him. When he lived in Colombia, his apartments came pre-furnished, and the various cleaning ladies who’d tended to them always ensured his bedding was washed or changed. He didn’t even know where the spare sets were kept. The months he’d lived with Lorraine, he sure as fuck didn’t have a say or was allowed an opinion. No one had ever asked his thoughts, and for all his life, he’d just slept on what was provided; even if they were a little scratchy or too warm, he just went with whatever there was. His throat was feeling tight, heart hammering in his chest, that Cielito cared about such a small thing to ensure his comfort and make him feel even more welcome in her home and life.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling the sheets close to her chest. His eyes met hers, and she looked embarrassed. “Was it too much? I can just pick whatever if you don’t have any opinions,” she turned to set them down, but his hand shot out, stopping her.

She turned her head to meet his gaze.

“It’s not too much,” he said. “I’ve just never been asked before.”

“Oh,” she replied softly. “Did you like these?” She asked.

“I think what you currently have is nice, so if they’re similar, I’ll like them.”

“Do you want to touch the others and see if there’s something you like better?”

“I don’t know shit about bedding,” he answered truthfully.

She smiled.

“Then I guess I’ll have to teach you. I feel like Yoda teaching Luke in the ways of the force—always showing you new skills.”

“You used a lot of words I understood individually, but when you put them together made no fucking sense.”

“Master Yoda? Luke Skywalker? Star Wars?”

“Those weird space movies from, what? The eighties?”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes like she was composing herself.

She looked at him.

“Did you call Star Wars weird space movies?”

“Yeah? That’s what they are. Never watched that shit.”

A look of shock came over her face.

“You’ve never seen Star Wars?!” She exclaimed.

He frowned.

They never interested him, and then he was in Colombia and too busy working to go to the movies. He’d heard about them; everyone had heard about them. He’d just never watched them. He was partial to cop movies—Die Hard, Lethal Weapon—in the last five years, he saw a couple of good ones he’d liked—Heat, Fargo—he’d also liked those movies from the eighties with the archeologist who wore the fedora and had a whip, a thought came to him.

“Wasn’t the guy in uh, what the fuck were they called?” He paused. “Indiana Jones! Wasn’t he in those Star War movies?” He asked.

“Star Wars, and yes, Harrison Ford is in them both.”

“Harrison Ford,” he nodded. “He’s been in some good shit. I watched one last year where he played the president.”

“Air Force One.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Have you seen every movie he’s been in?”

She gave him a smile that said he probably wouldn’t like her answer.

“I have seen a good chunk of his filmography. Harrison Ford in Star Wars awakened something in me, Carrie Fisher, too,” she said offhandedly.

He frowned, and she started speaking again.

“If I had to choose between sex with Harrison Ford or you, I’d choose you. I’d choose you every time, no matter what. You’re my dream man,” she said, sounding fondly exasperated.

Javier smiled.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes, really, now we need to circle back. You’ve never seen Star Wars?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Will you watch them with me?” She looked hopeful.

He chuckled.

“I’ll watch anything with you.”

She smiled brightly.

“Excellent. We will right this wrong and introduce you to space wizards, smugglers, princesses, and bounty hunters.”

“Sounds fucking insane.”

“It’s so good. Trust me.”

“I do.”

She leaned in to kiss him.

“Okay, let me show you the different types of sheets, and you can tell me what you like.’

He smiled at her.

“Sounds good, Cielito.”

Javier was given a lesson on the different fabrics, what times of the year they were best suited for, if they breathed and stayed cool, and he’d laughed when she also advised on traction during sex—silk was out. He’d ended up going with her original pick, based on how they felt and all of the other reasons she’d provided, and as a bonus, they were his favorite color which made him feel warm that she’d remembered.

With the sheets chosen, they looked around some more, Javi carrying the bedding as they held hands, until something caught his eye.

“Can you hold these for a second, baby?” He asked, handing Cielito the sheets.

“Sure.”

He eyed the decorative pillows on display, measuring them in his mind, picking one up, and feeling the thickness.

“These are perfect,” he mused. He looked at her. “Which two of these do you like, Cielito?”

There were four different patterns.

“Oh, they’re really nice, but you don’t need to buy me pillows.”

“I do need to buy them for you. They’ll fit nicely, but you get to choose.”

She frowned.

“Fit nicely? I’m not sure they’ll go with what’s on the couch—”

“They’re not for the couch,” he said.

She looked confused.

“I don’t put decorative pillows on my bed—they just end up on the floor.”

He sighed.

“Cielito, baby, they won’t be for decoration.”

“What will they—” Her eyes widened when she realized, and he grinned. “Javi, you’re buying us sex pillows to keep the bed frame from hitting the wall?”

“Yeah?” He nodded. “They’re the perfect size, and I think Mrs. Hernandez would be grateful.”

“I cannot believe you right now.”

“Really?” His eyebrow rose. “The sex pants?”

She raised her chin.

“I stand by the points I made.”

He shook his head, smiling.

“I really fucking like you,” he said.

She smiled at him.

“I really fucking like you, too. Go with two of the purple ones,” she pointed.

He nodded, grabbing them and taking the sheets back from her. He’d juggled everything into one arm to be able to hold her hand as they continued through the rest of the store, making easy conversation up to the cash register.

“Let me get it all,” he said.

She glared at him.

“I said I was buying you sweatpants, and I’m getting the sheets. You’re not buying them.”

“But—”

“Javier, no. You can get the pillows, and that’s it.”

He frowned.

“Will you let me buy you ice cream?” He asked.

Her eyes softened, smiling at him.

“Yes. Ice cream sounds wonderful.”

He returned the same look, leaning in to whisper against her ear.

“Good girl.”

She sucked in a breath, and he preened as he straightened.

“You’re a fucking menace,” she breathed.

“You like it,” he smirked.

“I really fucking do.”

With their things purchased, and everything placed in a large plastic shopping bag, Javier carried it in one hand, with Cielito’s hand in the other as they walked into the mall and headed for the small food court.

They stopped in the ice cream shop, browsing the assortment of flavors, while the young man working stayed at the cash register, thumbing through a magazine, not even acknowledging their existence.

“Let me guess what you’re going to get,” Cielito said, looking at him with bright eyes.

He smirked, curious about what she’d assume.

“Go ahead.”

She let go of his hand, turning her body to face him as she eyed him up and down, and his eyebrow rose.

“How is checking me out going to tell you what ice cream I like?” He asked.

“Trying to get the vibes and really visualize, you know?”

“That just sounds like you're picturing me naked.”

“Always.” She winked. “Okay, right off, nothing insanely sweet, bubblegum and cotton candy are out, along with anything else in that vein and stuff with fruit. You said ice cream, so no fro-yo. You like to drink coffee, not eat it, so no to that. Mint is out, too.”

“Why is mint out? I could like mint.”

She snorted.

“No, it’s too out there. You’re more of a traditional man in the sense that you like to stick to what you know, which means chocolate and vanilla will be primary.”

She wasn’t wrong so far, and he was impressed.

“You don’t like them plain, though,” she said. “Which means chocolate bases are out. Chocolate with other things added is a no go for you. You’re vanilla,” she said matter-of-factly.

He huffed out an amused breath.

“I’m not vanilla,” he said.

“In that sense, no. Definitely not.” She smirked. ”But with your ice cream, you like that it’s not too much and makes a great base. So,” she moved to stand in front of a section. “Chocolate chip is too predictable. Peanut butter cup is also a no. You’re a vanilla with nuts guy, but are you a maple walnut or pralines and cream person?”

Javier couldn’t believe how spot-on her analysis had been.

She gave him another once over.

“Yeah, back to the not-too-sweet thing. Apologies to Canada, but you like pralines and cream.”

He was stunned. Over thirty fucking flavors, and she’d gotten it on the first try. How did she know him that well?

“You fucking profiled me,” he said.

“Was I right?” She asked with a big smile.

“Yeah. How the fuck?”

She made an excited sound moving into his space, throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing him, Javier’s free hand landing on her back to pull her closer to him as he kissed her harder.

He knew he’d fallen hard, he was gone on her, and his feelings grew stronger each day. She’d broken down his walls and taken up residence, filling him to the brim with her care and affection, sanding away his roughness to make him soft. Everything she did for him, or showed him, made him feel wanted, cared for, and adored, and all of it stemmed from some deeper feeling that, when Javier thought of what it was, he could only describe it as love.

Only four letters, and it was the biggest fucking word in his brain.

It wasn’t something thrown around easily or had even crossed his mind in years prior. He’d never been in love before. Sure, he had feelings and cared about the different women in his past, but it had never been more than just lust—he wasn’t thinking about commitment or futures; it was all in the moment.

He knew Cielito felt some kind of love for him because all of those deeply intense feelings she showed in actions and words, he understood—because he felt them too, and it scared him to death, caring about someone like this, but then she’d make sure he liked the sheets they’d sleep in, or guess his favorite ice cream, and he knew he’d chosen the right person—the fear subsiding, for the time being, only to rear it’s head again in his weakest moments.

It was far too soon to say it out loud—breathing life into those four letters meant no turning back, and there was still time for him to fuck this all up. So, he’d wait, let what they had grow into something more substantial, and know what was really behind her words and actions, and he’d do the same for her, show her how he felt without saying that one word, and hope she understood.

“Are the two of you going to just make out or order ice cream?” The worker said, interrupting Javier’s thoughts. The two of them broke apart, and he glared at the kid, watching him shrink under his gaze. “It was a valid question, dude,” the teen said, putting up his hands in a placating gesture.

A lot of the kids working, Javier didn’t know based on looks and names alone, all too young and raised while he’d been away—he’d know their parents and grandparents, though.

Javier looked at Cielito.

“You know what you want?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Thought I’d get a cone with pralines and cream. It’s my favorite.”

She leaned in to kiss him before turning on her heel to place their order.

Javier was stuck in place. His mind whirling, going over her profile of him, every little thing she’d said, and all of it could be true about her too.

They really were a perfect fucking pair.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

When he smiled, he felt the dimple in his cheek, watching her take one of the cones and talk to the kid who was scooping the ice cream. He moved toward her, taking up the space behind her and kissing her hair. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Whatcha doing back there?” She asked.

“Waiting for my ice cream.”

He kissed her head again.

She turned her attention back to the worker grabbing the next cone, and Javier fished out his wallet from his pocket, quickly paying and putting it away, accepting the ice cream from Cielito.

Javier hung the shopping bag from his wrist to hold the cone with his hand, while his other wrapped around her waist, low on her hip, as they walked out of the ice cream shop, licking their cones, making small talk as they meandered and looked at the different stores, until they ended up in a bookshop.

He knew she liked to read—the bookshelf in her living room was overcrowded with many books, some with well-worn spines that she’d clearly read multiple times, ranging from crime mysteries to fantasy. He’d been intrigued by the assortment of romance novels with the pictures of half-naked men and women on the covers.

They were standing side-by-side at a table just inside the shop, a sign indicating the books were imported international best-sellers. She’d picked up one with a cartoon of a train and a boy on the front, currently reading the back.

“This looks interesting,” she mused.

“Is it a children’s book?” He asked.

“It’s fantasy? Kid finding out he’s secretly a wizard. I’m into it.” She did her best while holding her cone to open the book to the first chapter, holding it with one hand while she continued to lick her ice cream.

He sensed someone was watching them and looked past her to see a young college-aged man standing a little ways away at a shelf, eyes on Cielito. It wouldn’t have been an issue, but the guy was blatantly checking her out, or more leering. Javier could read the man’s dirty thoughts clearly on his face.

What the fuck?

Annoyed with the disrespect, his eyes narrowed, glaring. He knew she was attractive, and the outfit made her look sexy, but Javier was standing right next to her, his hand on her hip, showing they were clearly together, and he didn’t like how the kid was looking at her like a piece of meat—he was honestly surprised the guy wasn’t drooling.

She’s my girlfriend, asshole, as if she’d ever date a college boy.

Javier paused, frowning to himself. Would she date someone college-aged? Did she want someone young and handsome? She’d said Javier was more attractive than Tom Cruise, and that guy had to be a little younger than him. Harrison Ford was definitely older. She said he was her dream man, but if she had the option… Doubt was creeping up inside him, along with dread that there was a possibility he could lose her, his throat getting tight, swallowing hard.

What is happening to me?

It finally registered what he was feeling, and shock hit him like a punch to the gut—he was jealous, pure and simple. He’d never been a jealous guy, that wasn’t who he was, but the thought of Cielito with someone else made that uncomfortable feeling well up inside him.

“What’s wrong?” Cielito asked, stealing him from his thoughts.

Their eyes met, a frown on her lips.

“Nothing,” he answered.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the man, and Javi looked too, seeing the guy wink at her, and anger flared in him.

“Ew, what the fuck,” she looked back at Javier. “Kiss me,” she said.

He locked eyes with her.

“What?” He asked.

“Show that douchebag I’m happily taken and kiss me.”

He couldn’t help but smile, pride swelling in his chest as he leaned in and kissed her hard. He grabbed her ass as he deepened the kiss, tasting vanilla, caramel, and the sweet nuttiness of the praline pecans on her tongue, even better than his own ice cream. He swallowed her moans as their tongues slid together, and he kissed the breath from her lungs, not caring they were in the middle of a bookstore; the only thing that mattered was her, and the fact she wanted him, and for everyone to know.

Those earlier doubts disappeared, replaced with happiness—pure joy. She was his person, and he was hers, and everything was right in the world.

They were breathing heavily when they parted, both smiling.

“You think he got the hint?” Javier asked, squeezing her ass.

She giggled, both of them looking to find the guy had disappeared.

“I think he definitely did.” She turned back towards him. “Are you feeling better, or do you want to leave?”

“Was I obvious?” He frowned.

“With the way you were glaring at the guy, I assumed you were plotting his murder.”

“No murder, just annoyed,” he replied.

“I’m sorry he made you feel like that,” she frowned.

Javier sighed.

“Don’t be sorry, Cielito. You made it better.”

She smiled.

“Killed two birds with one stone—made that asshole uncomfortable with public displays of affection, and made you feel better with your tongue down my throat.”

Javier chuckled.

“Did you want to go or look around some more?” She asked.

She had the book she’d been reading closed in one hand, her ice cream in the other, licked all the way down to the cone.

“We can keep looking,” he answered.

“Great! I want to check out a couple of things, and get this one,” she held up the hardcover.

“I’ll follow you,” he smiled.

They finished their cones as they walked, and she browsed, coming up to the crime mysteries section.

“Do I need to be worried?” He asked, reading the back of one of the books. “A lot of unsolved murders.”

She snorted.

“Only thing you have to worry about is me falling head over heels for you, which, too late,” she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I just like seeing if I can figure out the mystery before the end,” she shrugged, holding a book in her hand and looking at the back. She nodded to herself, setting it on top of the hardcover she was already carrying.

They moved further into the store, passing the romance section, and a book caught his attention, plucking it from the shelf.

“Baby, is this what you meant by your lumberjack fantasies?” He showed her the cover of a burly man with a beard wearing flannel, holding a half-naked woman. He started reading the back. “She was lost in the woods, and he found her. A snow storm is brewing, and he’ll have to think of a way to keep her warm.”

“Oh, they’re gonna fuck,” she said, grabbing the book and adjusting the hardbacks she already had to free up both hands to turn through the pages of the new one until she found what she was looking for, eyes scanning the page. “The smuts pretty good,” she mused.

“You’re reading porn?” He whispered, eyes wide.

She looked at him.

“Yeah? Gotta take a test drive, you know?” Her eyes turned back to the book. “Yes, this will be coming home with me. Good find, babe,” she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

“Do you read porn often?” He asked.

“Occasionally. It’s good for research,” she winked.

“Research?”

“Yeah. Sometimes you read something, and you want to try it out.”

“Can I help?” He asked quickly.

“Absolutely,” she grinned.

He smiled.

“Did you want to look at any more of these?” He pointed at the section.

She laughed.

“I think that one is enough for this trip. What kinds of books do you like?” She asked, holding all of her finds in one hand and taking his with the other to pull him down the aisle.

“World history, some biographies, on occasion true crime, but I’ve lived a lot of shit I don’t want to read about.”

“That makes sense,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. They stopped in front of the world history section. “Anything calling to you?” She asked, releasing his hand to point at the shelves.

He looked over everything, pulling a book from the shelf and checking it out before putting it back and grabbing another. The one he was holding seemed interesting—about how inequality in the modern world came to be, he nodded to himself.

“I’ll get this,” he said.

“Did you want to see if you wanted anything else?” She asked.

He shook his head.

“I’m okay. I know it’s not exciting like lumberjack porn or unsolved murder.”

She laughed.

“But it’s big brain, and that’s very sexy,” she said.

“You think so?”

“Oh, yeah. I think I got everything I need. My to-read pile is already atrocious, and I shouldn’t add anything else to it.”

He chuckled.

“Okay, Cielito. Let’s get out of here.”

When you both returned to your apartment, you put your books onto your bookshelf and Javi’s on the table next to his side of the bed. The sheets were stored away, and the pillows put into place, Javi making you lay on the mattress to demonstrate the effectiveness, which led to some very intense making out.

You were now sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on your television for something to watch, while Javi changed into his sweatpants.

He came out of your bedroom, and your head turned towards him, watching him walk by as he went to the kitchen, seeing he was shirtless, and the bulge in the sweats making your eyes go wide.

“You want anything to drink, Cielito?” Javi called from the kitchen.

It took you a second to respond.

“Water,” you finally answered.

You heard the sound of a cabinet opening and the faucet running and turning off, Javi walking out a few minutes later with two cups in his hands. When he walked in front of the couch, and you finally got a good look, your mouth fell open, eyes widening. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and you could see the distinct imprint of his dick through the material. You felt your body heat, arousal pooling in your belly. The sweatpants might have been a bad idea if he was going to walk around like this. How were you supposed to get anything done? He set the glasses onto coasters on the table, and your hands reached out to grab his hips, pulling on him.

“Stand in front of me,” you said, your voice coming out breathier than you meant.

His eyebrow rose as he looked at you but complied, moving so he was right in front of you, and his dick was at eye level. Your hands touched his thighs, moving up the strong muscles as you nuzzled your head against his groin.

“Fuck, baby,” Javi breathed.

You could feel him stirring under you, growing thicker, and you mouthed at the prominent bulge, making him moan, his hand landing on your head.

“You, fuck, you really like these?” He asked.

You looked up at him through your lashes.

“I do.”

You mouthed at him more, turning the fabric dark, as he got fully hard, hearing him groan above you. You were already wet, aching for him to be inside you. Javi couldn’t take the teasing anymore, pushing you to lay down on the couch as he crawled on top of you, settling his hips between your thighs, crushing his mouth against yours in a searing kiss.

He was hard, and you could feel him through all the layers when he ground against your core, making you gasp when he rubbed against your clit. The only thing on your brain was his lips on yours and his hips pushing against you, the stimulation exquisite as he set up a rhythm that had you moaning, feeling the coil winding in your belly, going tighter at tighter with each rock of his hips.

His lips came off yours, his hand tugging your shirt up your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down, and you moaned when he pulled a nipple into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He moved from one to the other, sending jolts of pleasure to your pussy, your hands tangled in his hair, getting closer and closer to your release as he continued to grind against you.

Everything was spurring you headlong towards your release, and then he sucked on your nipple harshly, and it had you toppling over the edge with a cry of his name, pleasure coursing through your body, the feeling electric.

His hips stopped moving, mouth coming off your breast as he lifted his head.

“Did you just come?” His voice was deeper, raspier.

It took you a second to reply, nodding your head and looking at him, seeing surprised lust-blown eyes staring back at you.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes closing for a second. He opened them again, and you could see how much he wanted you. “Can I—”

“Please,” you practically begged. “Fuck me, please.”

He was moving, sitting up, his hands grabbing the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them both off in one smooth motion, and tossing them away. You could see a wet spot on his sweats from his arousal, and it made your cunt clench, watching as he pushed them down, just enough to free his straining cock—bobbing long, thick, hard, the head shiny with precum. He pumped himself a couple of times before moving over you again, one arm holding himself up while his other hand held his thick cock, brushing it against your clit, and through your slit, gathering the wetness. His eyes were on yours as he notched himself at your entrance, seeing the pure want and need in the dark pools—it was a heady thing, to be on the receiving end of that look, knowing what was to come. You licked your lips in anticipation, and his eyes followed the movement, his own tongue mimicking your motions.

He slowly pressed in, both of you moaning as he stretched you open and sheathed himself, the feeling of fullness overwhelming when his hips met yours. You watched his eyes close, face screwed up in pleasure as he held himself inside you, once he was to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, sharing breaths.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned. “Feel so full.” You clenched around him, making him hiss. “Please, move, baby.”

He pulled almost all the way out until just the tip was inside, then pushed back in, making you cry out, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase. He didn’t go fast—setting a steady rhythm—long, hard thrusts that sent your head spinning. His mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue moved against yours, wanting to fill as much of you with him as possible. The two of you were lost in one another, lost in the push and pull, how he kept filling you over and over again, pushing you closer towards your orgasm. You could feel it building, your muscles tightening in your stomach, and your toes curling as he fucked you.

He adjusted your legs higher on his hips to change the angle, thrusts never faltering, when you gasped. The shift in position had him rubbing perfectly over your g-spot on each pass, that blinding pleasure hurtling you to your release, feeling it just in reach. Muffled moans and groans filled the air, and you could hear the wet sounds of him fucking into you, arousal dripping out around him, coating the insides of your thighs.

You were mewling, body tightening as the incredible pleasure built.

His lips came off yours.

“Come for me,” his voice was rough, deep. “Come on, baby.”

He slipped a hand between your bodies, circling your clit with practiced motions.

You loudly moaned his name as you came, pussy spasming, clenching hard around him. Waves of euphoria crashed over your body, your nails digging into his shoulders. You felt the pleasure flowing through your body, spreading into your limbs, engulfing your entire being.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned. “So fucking good to me.”

He worked you through your high, his hips continuing their movements. You knew he could feel you fluttering, his head moving beside yours, mouth against your ear, hearing him panting as he sped up to chase his own high. He wasn’t far behind—his thrusts became erratic before pushing in hard, groaning your name as he came, his cock jerking inside you, making you moan as you felt him pulse and fill you with his release. His hips continued to move, grinding himself as deeply as possible until he hissed from the oversensitivity, gently collapsing on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck.

You liked the weight, it grounding you as your hands moved into his hair, scratching at his scalp, a content sigh falling from his lips.

“That’s nice,” he said, words a little slurred.

You hummed in agreement, moving your head to kiss his cheek, and he adjusted to land his lips on yours. He kissed you softly, tenderly, just for the sake of wanting to kiss you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, kissing as you came down from your highs together, basking in one another, until Javi broke the kiss, leaning up to look you in the eyes.

“The sweatpants were a good idea. I like them,” he said softly.

“I do, too,” you replied.

“I can tell. If I’d known they’d get you this hot and bothered, I would’ve bought a pair a long fucking time ago.”

“Your weaknesses are sundresses and bicycle shorts; mine are your tight jeans and grey sweatpants. The way I can see your dick in the sweats,” you sighed wistfully. “I’m sorry, babe, zero to horny in under five seconds.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling and dimple showing.

“Good to know,” he chuckled.

You frowned, hands moving to cup his cheeks.

“You’re not allowed to wear them outside the house,” you said.

“Why?”

“Because, baby, your dick is too big. Unless you’re wearing underwear, like it’s just there; I’m not the jealous or possessive type, but mine. I’ve called dibs, and I’m not sharing.”

He chuckled.

“Only here,” he leaned in to kiss you. “And you’re mine, too,” he said against your lips. “I’m not sharing.”

“Good. I don’t want anyone else but you,” your muffled voice said.

“I feel the same.”

“Wanna take a shower?”

He broke the kiss, perking up, and you smiled.

“Yes,” he nodded.

You giggled.

“Let’s go.”

You whimpered when he pulled out of you, Javi getting up from the couch, his hands grabbing your own to help you stand. He slapped your ass.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards your bedroom.

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[angelpuns]

Not entirely sure why I'm sending this, I guess I just wanted to share a few funny stories to a guy who also used to be Catholic?

My little sibling's confirmation teacher told them that everyone who isn't Christian is depressed, but the way they told me was his teacher thinks that all gay people are depressed and I died laughing. My little sibling supports the LGBTQ+ and wants out of the Catholic faith.

It reminded me of when my confirmation teacher told the class not to brag about being born into the Catholic faith to people who weren't or non Catholics, I laughed so hard after, like, I did not want to be there, sir, what do you mean "brag"?? Old Catholics are just so wacky to me and make me laugh about these things.

Sorry for the small rant, I just thought it was funny. That confirmation class taught me a lot things I don't think they wanted to teach lmao.

Excellent I love funny Catholic stories gimme gimme

ALSO CW FOR TALKING ABOUT CHURCH CAMP/RELIGON/CATHOLICSM FOR ANYONE ELSE READING THIS

oh my god- THIS IS A UNIVERSAL CATHOLCI EXPERIENCE I THINK OMFG

OKAY:

this is also like when my mom ( who was not raised Catholic *sideeye at her rn* ) literally was like ' well Catholicism is more valid because we take the Eucharist' GIRL WHAT-

like that entire side of the family that she's from is not even Catholic or even under the umbrella of Catholicism- AND SHE'S GONNA SAY THAT WITH HER WHOLE CHEST??? GIRLLLL

Literally immediately after she was like ' don't tell anyone that, though, it's just rude :)' This was after the preacher of the C.P. church that her family goes to told her I had been saved at church camp ( which is a whole separate issue of Protestant faith, esp at church camps cause the whole ' saving during the worship service ' and that like - the emotional manipulation to get save is just so overwhelming that - even though I felt nothing and didn't really believe in getting saved - followed along due to it being the societal norm. Like maaaaaan no one tells you that when you go to church camp they're gonna pressure you all week about being saved. AND ALSO THE PEOPLE THAT PRESSURED ME KNEW I WAS RAISED CATHOLIC SO?? IDKK

ANYWAY SORRY I JUST SPRINGBOARDED AND STARTED RAMBLING CAUSE BEING CATHOLIC AND C.P./ PROTESTANT IS SO WILD????

#Religon is so wild #like rituals of catholicsm i think are really cool #m but mannnnn it is such a stuffy and stuck up relgion #and being autistic i never really bought into religon #but also the other mental illness sort of forced me to buy into it?? #actually I THINK THATS SOMETHING WORTH EXPLAINING LMAO #later tho #cw religon #tw religon #cw church camp #tw church camp

[classificationhell]

Setup for the 2p Universe My take

While it is mostly the same as normal hell there are a few key differences in this universe. I'll go by character through character to explain the major ones. Firstly,  Charlie essentially has Vaggie’s personality and classification (Alpha Neutral) she wasn't the one who came up with the idea for the hotel. Vaggie (Omega Caregiver) has a personality closer to Charlie's but but she isn't quite so optimistic about heaven, think Charlie's personality with the knowledge that angels can also be uncaring jerks. Vaggie was stripped of her wings during her first extermination as she wasn't cut out of the life of an exorcist. This Charlie might be brash but she isn't the type to leave someone bleeding out in an alley. Despite what she's been through Vaggie believes that if the rest of heaven saw redemption was possible things could work out better.

Angel Dust (Beta Master) isn't a porn star. He's in a mafia his father formed in hell along with his brother Arackniss. He doesn't really know about all this redemption business, but he's still a drug addiction so a free room away from his oppressive father most of the time? He's down. Besides that he knows his sister is in heaven and maybe he might want to be able to see her if redemption is possible. He's a closeted homosexual in this AU because his dad and brother are extremely old school and homophobic. 

Husk (Beta Neutral) is a gentler soul, less gruff and more fatherly, but he is still a massive gambling addict and most of the time drunkard. He cares about others but could give less of a shit about himself. Niffty (Alpha Master) is actually mostly the same chaotic little gremlin with one key difference, she keeps the bugs she catches in terrariums and such to form her mighty roach army! 

Alastor (Omega Caregiver) the most different in my take of this universe. His suit is blue and he's a typically melancholic fellow, not that he doesn't smile, no he still always does but now he's often seen crying and is very emotional. He is softer spoken and sweet, but once he gets attracted and close to a person he is worse than canon Angel Dust with flirting and becomes almost hypersexual towards them. He's still a mass murderer, but now he murders those who would harm Omegas, Pets, or Littles seeing them as the fairer classes in need of protection. Speaking of Omegas Alastor is the only Omega Overlord to ever exist in either version of hell. Unfortunately, during his seven year absence the porn industry has become rife with exploitation of both Omegas and Littles. He is too busy helping with the hotel for a frontal assault just yet, but he won't stand for this mistreatment.

Sir Pentious (Alpha Caregiver) remains mostly the same except for the fact  he is actually competent and his death machines can be a threat, but Alastor is just too strong for it to be effective. Also he's a smooth talker in this universe. Still, a nerd with his emotional support egg bois though.

Vox's (Beta Caregiver) signature color is red and matches his loving partner Valentino's (Alpha Caregiver) own. Both Vox and Valentino are sickeningly sweet to each other and when together often show their overflowing affection no matter the setting. Velvette (Alpha Neutral) is like their estranged niece or something, she's not quite as close as a daughter but they treat her leagues better than anyone else. Vox and Valentino have odd tastes in entertainment, well actually sadistic, torture pron and odd painful game shows are their personal favorites. Both only care about the V's and their bottom dollar. Valentino could care less about Littles if it meant he could make thousands in profit every week from using them in rough scenes. He was able to distance himself because they weren't his, though he did want one.

Both Vox and Valentino want a Little but they haven't found one that's spoken to them yet. Sure they had felt the usual instincts, but after those calmed there was nothing. It bothered Both of them going through every Little in hell, caring for them for an hour or so before the novelty wore off and they ended up as another porn star. Why couldn't they find a Little they both felt as much for as they did each other? Vox was more affected being the more emotional of the two, despite not acting like it, and Valentino was often comforting his partner that it would only be a matter of time before they found the perfect Little to complete their little pack. After all, sinners fell every day, surely one of them would appeal to them; they just had to be patient. In the meantime they had enough love for each other to tide themselves over.

#the lore #classification hell au #late night lore rambles while i cant sleep

[ravendruid]

Vividsketches & Crispysnake, I want you both to know I have been stewing on this for weeks, if not months, and I'm so happy y'all picked up on it :')

“You’re my knight in shining armor, Vax’ildan.” Vax chuckled and bowed slightly at her, waving a hand toward the dimly lit apartment, “You’re welcome Your Highness.” Keyleth snorted and walked in, looking over her shoulder to say, “I’m not a princess.” “Maybe not in this universe. Maybe you were one in an alternate universe,” Vax winked and closed the door behind him. “Only if you were my personal guard. Sir Vax’ildan.”

It's not only a reference to My Fair Lady by Waltwhitmansbeard, but also For the love of a princess by Romeoandjulietyouwish, my two favorite fics, and the reason why I started writing.

For those who aren't familiar with these, first of all, HOW? They are objectively the best Vaxleth-centric fics ever posted. They're both stories of Princess Keyleth who falls in love with her Knight, Vax'ildan. My advice is to start with For the Love of a Princess because it's shorter and will leave you wanting for more. You can then satiate your hunger by reading My Fair Lady, which was inspired by it, that is now a million 141 chapters long.

ANYHOO, SORRY FOR SAPPY TIMES. I just realized last night that it has been seven months since I started sharing my writing on tumblr and ao3 and it made me emotional (which I've been a lot, especially everything that happened recently). So I just wanted to make a cute post to thank you all for your support, either as a reader or as an inspiration. And no, I'm not tagging anyone because I'm a weenie who's going to post this and then run to hide under the blankets in fear.

#mine #bime related #yall have no idea how thankful i am for having this little safe corner #sorry if this is sappy T_T I can delete it if y'all want