daddy.

[hcrnandez]

cheerlcader.

       soft coo escapes when his laugh stops short, showing compassion as his body tenses with pain. ‘ poor ricky, ’ she murmurs, fingers still running through his hair as soothingly as possible. ‘ such a tough, tough man. ’ he’s pressed into her, drawing her close - as much as she hates to see him hurt, it’s nice to be the one whose being clung to instead of doing the clinging. his face tucked into her belly, she can’t help the little smile that curves her lips at the way every noise he makes sounds & feels against her. ‘ work ? ’ she questions. ‘ are you a living crash test dummy or something ? looks like you got the shit beat out of you. ’

just like he is to her, a SOOTHING force in her life & she has that same effect with him. his arms tighten around her as she speaks, his GRUNT is muffled by her body. ricky is a TOUCHY-FEELY man, more so with him being the one doing the touching--- he’d never really thought about others touching him as something he particularly NEEDS. this is n i c e though, considering his injuries. he pushes back carefully from her body, arms sliding leaving his hands resting on her hips. ‘  you  really  wanna  know?  ‘

[hcrnandez]

cheerlcader. 

         it’s not the smartest move but it’s a good thing neither of them claim to be the brightest. she’s still on edge, still feeling sort of cornered and like there’s too much adrenaline in her veins. hands are trembling even as they press flat against his back, keeping him close as possible. sammy’s so clingy, she feels absolutely pathetic - she’s always been sort of needy when it came to attention, but when she’s UPSET it’s on another level. things have been better since she’s met ricky, though. every minute she’s with him she’s soothed - with this one exception, and even now she’s relaxing minutely. ‘ don’t. ’ her voice is sharp despite the wobbliness. 

        ‘ don’t tell me i don’t know what i’m saying. ’ she’d glare at him if she could, but she fits so perfectly in tattooed arms, tucked into him like she was made to be there, that she doesn’t care to move. ‘ i know exactly what i’m saying. ’ and as far as she knows - as far as she cares to know - she does. despite the slight fear she held towards him moments ago, she knows he wouldn’t let anyone else hurt her. words are mumbled into his chest, ‘ i feel safe with you. it doesn’t matter what you think. it’s true. ’ she pulls away slightly, reluctantly, gazing up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and red eyes. ‘ not gonna lie, ’ sammy sniffs, ‘ if i was back home & this upset, i’d just smoke a bowl and go to sleep. ’ and really, she’d like to do that now - but she’s not at home. she’s here in bates & she doubts they let pets get high as fuck just to fall asleep. ‘ i really just wanna lay down, and like - not talk about this again, ricky. can we do that ? ’

he feels AWFUL for saying that outloud, it’s something he usually keeps to himself--- then again  he’s NEVER around a woman he’s sleeping with for more than nine hours any more than that it gets messy and all these emotions pour into it and it’s just not good. so this is relatively NEW to him, dealing head-on with e m o t i o n a l vulnerability. ricky decides to stay SILENT while she speak until she was finished,  ‘  mi  dispiace--- I’m sorry,  ‘  he says after a minute despite wanting to A R G U E his own point. she has a right to her own thoughts, her own feelings and emotions. 

his arms stay locked around her petite frame, even as she pulls back slightly to glance up to his face. she looks very much like she’s been CRYING, the kind of sobs that leave you completely breathless. but she’s calmer now, not trembling as hard. one hand slides away from her body and finds, his index & thumb onto her chin,  ‘  si,  we  can  do  that.  ‘

[hcrnandez]

CONTINUED FROM HERE.

nala commended him with the ever present teasing in her sweet voice. ‘ ¿no eres solo un maestro de lenguas? solo puedo hablar español e inglés. ( aren’t you just a master of languages? i can only speak spanish and english. ) ’ her mother was of mexican descent and living in mexico for half of her life, she was ought to pick the language up naturally. while her father was of arabic-french, but he died before he could even teach her the language. ‘  y todavía, usted todavía habla inglés con fluidez. ¡bravo! ( and yet, you still speak english fluently. bravo! ) ’ leaning in a little closer, she whispered, ‘ the fun comes in breaking them. ’

‘  Nah  nah,  una  vez  sólo  sabía  hablar  español  e  italiano,  pero  yo  quería  una  vida  mejor  para  nosotros,  así  que  me  mudé  a  mi  mamá  y  yo  aquí  a  América,  sólo  pensé  que  ayudar  a  realmente  ser  capaz  de  hablar  Inglés.  Estoy  feliz  de  estar  hablando  en  español  ahora  mismo,  se  tira  mejor  de  mi  lengua.  ‘ he could tell from the minute he laid eyes on her that she was partially a latino beauty, it was something that EASED himself into this conversation, that and he’s speaking the CORE language he grew up speaking. he bows his head twice before switching to his third language,  ‘  grazie  grazie.  ‘  as she leans in, he’s leaning closer as well. he pats the table next to him,  ‘  come  sit  here.  ‘

[katmcnamara]

Little miss Kate is dead because of him.

[hcrnandez]

cheerlcader.

          eyebrow quirks at his confident dismissal - she lets herself be a little mean. ‘ what makes you so sure about THAT ? ’ she half wants to punish him for leaving her hanging like this and half wants him to punish her for provoking him like this. pen is not-so-subtly tucked beneath a thigh, the palms she shows him are empty and features are carefully arranged into something that would look like innocence to someone who doesn’t know samantha’s face. ‘ pen ? what pen ? i don’t have one. ’

she’s BLUFFING, but she’s got him wrapped around her little pinky finger. the question doesn’t w o u n d him, he expects it, maybe not quite that harsh seeing as he didn’t WANT to leave her hanging.  ‘  bebita -- because  I  know  you’ll  get  WET  just  thinking  about  it,  that  I  could  get  you  so  worked  up  right  now,  ‘  ricky might sound a little too cocky for his own good ; he’s over compensating for his HIDDEN self consciousness. his gaze simply watches as the pen within her grasp is shoved between her thighs, as if he wouldn’t reach there to grab it. body turns toward her, calloused hand resting on her thigh,  ‘  you  know  the  PEN  I’m  talking  about,  you  act  like  I  won’t  go  for  it.  ‘ 

[hcrnandez]

angclique.

         ‘ ah, i see. ’ she can’t hold his gaze, even as his eyes crinkle in a bright smile - hazel eyes drop to the floor, but the same tiny curve keeps it’s place on her lips. ‘ i, ah - i suppose. i can’t say it’s done much for me in that department, though. that might be because i was so focused on school, though. ’

the frown that etches upon his features at the way her gaze drops from his despite the very WELCOMING expression he is projecting to her. her words cause the f r o w n to deepen farther and he plops himself down next to her on the couch. ricky can tell she’s young barely an adult and she ALREADY has an outlook on this with her life--- true, he did as well but he CHOSE to be alone, it was easier and less messy that way ( least before arriving here and meeting samantha ). his head tilts,  ‘  well  you’re  young,  si?  ‘

[theanimalmemes]

[submissivcs-deactivated20171101]

deep-vibrati0ns :

im dead

[hcrnandez]

vmace.

His Spanish made her skin prickle. She wanted to hear more. It was sexy, in a new way for Vanessa. She lets out a small laugh at his next question, liking that’s the only real immediate concern for him at the moment. “Female. The men’s one is probably all sorts of disgusting.” Vanessa arched her eyebrows up, as if in a challenge. “Unless that’s not your sort of thing.”

he could see what he was doing to her, the way her skin goosebumped. her laugh makes him smile and her answer makes him laugh,  ‘  punto a favor,  ‘  he  responds, before swinging off the barstool, he picks up his glass to take one more sip.  his eyebrows raise at her last statement,  ‘  oh --- you  think  I’m gonna  back  out  now  señorita?  ‘

[hcrnandez]

courtneyjpg.

“ OH JEEZ, oh pete. i am sooo going to get fired. ” three days since her arrival at the mansion and it’s finally setting in that a lot of kids are going to be worse for wear from lack of her presence at the rehabilitation camp. she just hopes they’re okay. absentmindedly her hand lifts to touch where her wedding band should have been hanging around her neck. she’d only just gotten to the point where she was coping enough to put it on a chain instead of keeping it on her fourth finger, and now it’s gone..

‘  well  that  certainly  is  a  way  to  ser tío.  ‘ he muses as he plops onto the couch next to her. his head tilts as he watches as her hands lift to find something that was supposed to be around her neck.  ‘  what  are  you  not  grabbing?  ‘ he questions, tapping the top of her hand.

[thelovejournals]

He told me he was afraid of commitment with thirteen tattoos on his body.

Michelle K. (via thelovejournals)

[hcrnandez]

bailcy.

It sounded reasonable, knowing not every person fit into every scene around here. “I like books and quiet places,” her own thin shoulders slowly rolled towards her words. Eyes drifted back to the water for a brief moment before gifting her attention to the other. “Parties are too loud.”

ricky gives her his full attention, legs still extended out from his body--- nods to what she likes, he can’t say he likes the same things or understands that being here must be kind of hard on someone like her. bailey is CUTE, and there’s just something about her that he just wants to protect.  ‘  si,  I  can  see  where  you’d  say  that,  ‘  he  shrugs,  ‘   I  think  it  all  depends  on  perspective, some  people  love  the  party  scene  and  can’t  wait  to  be  around  people  while  others  simply  like  to  be  alone.  ‘

[hcrnandez]

xoluciana.

Smirking softly to herself, Luci approaches the first person she sees, bottle of tequila in one hand and a cup of lime wedges in the other. “Body shot?” She asks with a bat of her eyes, her body swaying slightly. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

the smile on the already DRUNKEN man’s face is enough to probably like up three football fields.  ‘  now  you’re  speaking  my  kinda  language.  ‘  his own body refusing to stay upright as well.  ricky claps his hands,  ‘  dónde --- where  are  we  doing  this?  ‘

[hcrnandez]

vmace.

“Uh- Never Have I Ever... Had sex whilst on my period. Or slept with someone while they were on their period.” Vanessa stated, not having too much fun with this game because she was drinking apple juice, and was clearly the only sober one left.

ricky arches a brow, sitting next to her in the sand. calloused digits reach over to grab the cup from her hands and handing her a cup with ALCOHOL in it.  ‘  I  think,  you  need  alcohol.  ‘  he didn’t know if he could keep his buzz if she was going to keep talking about that word. 

[hcrnandez]

imogenmae.

imogen had watched the unfamiliar person run into the water and come back out, an amused look on her face. ‘wherever you left it?’ she suggested, unhelpfully.

ricky laughs,  ‘  who  says  I  had  it  to  begin  with?  ‘ he questions, shaking the salt water from his hair,  ‘  you  drinking  tonight?   ‘

[hcrnandez]

acanttha.

since she doesn’t really feel like interacting with people, the redhead found herself lying down the sand with a bottle of tequila she found lying around. acantha didn’t really think that it belonged to anyone ( or maybe she did, but she just didn’t care ), so she had taken it up to herself to finish it down. it was almost empty when she heard someone looking for their tequila. “this yours?” the petite redhead asked, raising the bottle from where she was lying without really looking at the owner of the voice.

his head swiveled in the direction of the woman’s voice, GENTLE but not SOFT--- if that made any sense. CALLOUS & CALCULATED, his head tilts and he attempts to get some sea water from his ear, before making his way over to her in the sand. ricky plops himself down next to her,  ‘  si,  hope  you  were  enjoying  it --  I  can  get  you  more,  ‘  he  offers.

[hcrnandez]

rcsamaria.

          she straightens the sheer kimono she’s using as a cover-up, eyes the color of chocolate rolling. ay, me heriste, he complains, and now it’s her turn to give a laugh. ‘ BIEN. you’re drunk. if i didn’t hurt you, someone else was bound to, mi amigo. ’

his hand is still rubbing his TWEAKED nipple gently, before traveling to his chest to scratch lightly. she rolls her eyes and that just encourages him more. ricky doesn’t learn l e s s o n s very well--- at least not when he’s D R U N K,  ‘  bien si yo hubiera sabido que ibas a ser una fiesta pooper ....  ‘  he all but slurs out forgetting the rest of his words.

[hcrnandez]

mikaelcs.

he hadn’t been here long, but it was becoming easier and easier to tell the difference between master/mistress and pet. the general approach of the male was enough to tell him that he was, too, a master. “ don’ believe we ‘ave —- mikaela, ” his arm extended and he gave the other’s hand a shake. “ feel free t’ call me mik ‘r mika. ”

‘  bien,  mik  it  is.  ‘  he states after the initial handshake, before retracting his hand.  ‘  you’re  NEW ---  ‘ rather obvious,  ‘   how  you  liking  BATES  so  far?  ‘