#someone
You deserve someone that won’t leave even when it’s hard to breathe.
aren’t you tempted;
pairing: Javier Peña x Reader x Horacio Carrillo
words:4.5k+
warnings: NC-17! threesome, anal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, car sex, uhh what other kind of sex lmao, uhh vaginal finger fucking, slight angst(?), unresolved feelings, mutual pining, idk what else lol,
bad writinga/n: finally you’re here bitch - everyone @ this fic including me lmao
this took a fuckin hot minute to write hopefully it meets your expectations! i’ve never written a threesome before so please be a little forgiving
tag list is at the bottom! message me if you want to added/removed! enjoy! :)
Life’s kinda funny, you guess.
Well, shit…
if u ask me to go to the park and just swing on swings with u there is 98% chance i will say yes and swing for 5 hours do not test me
Number 15
Hoy… hoy soy… soy una ilusión; soy el encuentro entre mi imaginación y una realidad que se empeña en demostrar que aquí estoy. Al tiempo… al tiempo me voy, como quien a perdido esa ilusión entre su imaginación y aquella realidad que se empeña en demostrar que no existe. Mañana… mañana no se, pues mañana es una palabra de cuatro letras, un cristal quebrado y una sinfonía de dos simples notas… quizá suene, quizá… quizá no llegue…
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Today… today i am… today i am an illusion. Am the encounter between my imagination and reality that is committed to prove that I’m here. Time … in time, I’m gone, like someone who has lost that illusion between his imagination and the reality that is determined to prove that it not exists. Tomorrow … not tomorrow, because tomorrow is a four letter word, a broken crystal and a symphony of two simple notes… it may sound, perhaps… perhaps it may not come …
love those fandoms where writers & artists took one look at canon and went “this doesn’t spark joy but I can fix it”
“I can fix him (the piece of media I just consumed with an ending I didn’t like)”
I truly hate Fiverr with a burning passion it’s a page designed so people are forced to undersell their labour and gives buyers an upper hand in every argument with no accual support for the artist
I could’ve kissed you till my lips hurt.