#ah yes mood for comfort today

[darknessisafriend]

I mean… you gotta do no. 2 for commodus it’s perfect

I really enjoyed writing this! and my the end makes me wanna write a chapter 2, I'm eager to have your review guys, once again, don't hesitate to comment and share, it really boosts my mood ^^

No one will oppose us - Commodus x Reader

2) Commodus ends up crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

“By the Gods I needed this…” exhaled Commodus, bring his cup of wine to his lips, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he gazed at the horizon, his back against a tree trunk.

“Of course. It is good to be dedicated to your duty, but you need to think of yourself sometimes.” You replied, kissing his hand and snuggling more against him, the air of the evening was getting fresher, and it was welcomed, the day had been sunny and warm, even suffocating in Rome. You had ridden together with Commodus to the end of Ostia for the day, enjoying a day in anonymity, far from his duties and his father, watching the light waves of the sea.

“Why does he keep wanting me to read those damn dusty scrolls? I know our History, I know the bases of philosophy, why keep pushing it? it’s not there that we will find the future of the Empire.” He commented bitterly with a sneer. The more time passed and the more he grew distressed, his relationship with his father declined.

“Commodus…”

“Right. I know I promised not to talk about this today.” He apologized, it was hard not to talk about what he was forced to do from the first lights in the morning to the moon high in the sky. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t his son. That I was the son of some...commoner. I wouldn’t have to worry about this, I would have to worry about nothing but you.”  His passionate words made you blush, that was Commodus, a man who knew what he wanted, intensely to the point he was getting inconsiderate of all the rest sometimes.

“Well, things would probably be much...ah…!” you gasped as he grabbed your waist, making you two roll in the grass and finding yourself on top of him, leaves in your y/h/c hair. You looked at him, he was grinning to no ends. This was exactly what you were thinking earlier, yet that’s why you loved him.

“Yes, my love?” he asked innocently, his hands sliding under your stola to caress your thighs, the cold metal of his rings giving you goosebumps.

“Easier…” you breathed, your hands caressing his chest, going to play with his neck scarf, slowly undoing it “First, you wouldn’t be wearing all those layers of clothing.” You sulked playfully, making him giggle.

“That makes my body even more enjoyable, you have to pass through the great ordeal of undressing all those terrible layers!” He replied jokingly, enjoying your touch and straightening himself to help you undress him. “You on the opposite are way too easy to access…” he replied, glancing down at your cleavage, receiving a small slap on the shoulder “Ouch!” He pretended that it had hurt but he was clearly holding a smile.

“Go complain at whoever created women’s clothing. Surely some greedy man.” You grinned, sliding down his tunic and then undershirt, biting your lower lip as you enjoyed the sight of his bare sculpted chest.

“I am not complaining. In fact, I am rather thankful to be able to…cherish you so easily. As long as it’s just me…” He purred, bringing his lips close to your neck, kissing it slowly, sensually, his tongue licking your skin to get a taste of it. You swallowed down, closing your eyes, your mouth parting, one of your hands going to the back of his head, burying into his curly hair. His hands squeezed your thighs, pressing you on his lap, making you feel his hard-on. You shifted your hips on it, eager, your parts starting to get wet in anticipation. Commodus’ hand moved from your thighs to your breast, pulling on your tunic to expose your breast, his right hand massaging it and guiding your nipple to his mouth, sucking and nibbling it, making you exhale softly.

“Commodus…love...people could see...” you tried to explain, the trunk wasn’t big enough to hide you two ridding each other.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire “I shall kill them if they lay eyes on you.” He said seriously, and wrapped an arm around your waist, making you tip over with a push of his hips. Now he was on top of you, already between your legs “Better?” He cocked an eyebrow, detailing you, how wonderful you looked with your breast exposed, your hair all messy with leaves in it, a true nymph.

“Much better.” You smirked; your finger going from his collarbone down to his lower belly. He licked his lips, lifting your stola, smiling. “Let’s hurry before we get caught.” You giggled, noticing his gaze stuck on your body.

“Then, get rid of that, darling.” He purred, briefly straightening to lift his tunic and undo his underwear eagerly as you took off your own. Your Commodus truly had the body of Hercules and when he was aroused…you felt like you had been sent to Elysium, his body, his desire…yours. You straightened yourself, not able to resist the sight of him, grabbing his face to crash your mouth against his. He moaned instantly, his tongue parting open your lips as you laid down again. He smiled between breaths, loving the passion you shared, the eagerness with which you took his cock and guided it inside you. He grabbed your thighs entering all the way inside you, making you gasp in pleasure, your hand grabbing his hair tightly, the other hand gripping his butt. You didn’t often have the occasion to be intimate, your carnal relationship a secret that those in power mustn’t know about. So, naturally when you reunited, it was rough, fast, noisy.

Indeed, despite having your bodies hidden, you weren’t really discreet. The chatter outside the tavern nearby, the singing of the howl wasn’t enough to cover the noises of his hips slamming against your butt, your moans that were being higher pitched and louder, even though you tried to be quiet.

“Shit...” panted Commodus, his eyes wet with pleasure as he put his hand on your mouth to muffle your noises, no matter how beautiful they sounded to his ears, he had to conceal them, if you got caught, it would be the end of it, and a painful one.

He whimpered excitedly as you licked his fingers, your legs wrapping around him, not wanting to part, pleasure quickly reaching its peak. “Y-you…are so beautiful…!” he moaned softly, his brows furrowed, delaying his orgasm by slowing down his pace, containing the urge to go stronger; instead inserting his fingers in your mouth, letting you suck them hungrily as you made eye contact with him, he bit his lower lip, on the edge. You were so seductive, so beautiful and you were his…but for how long? He suddenly thought. Damn those intrusive insecurities in that wonderful moment! He cursed internally.

But the more he tried to push away his worries, the stronger they became. His body was still moving, but his thrusts were becoming weaker and slower each time, he was burying himself in his mind and not in the present moment. For how long could you keep going like this? How many days before your relationship was discovered? How many days before being parted forever...Y/N gravely punished and humiliated while he would face the disappointment and anger of his father?

A tear rolled down his cheek, his eyelids fluttering, anxiety bursting in, making his breathing more erratic. This was going to end badly, and he had put you into this mess!

“Commodus? Love what’s going on?” you asked worriedly cupping his face, bringing him back to the present, the moment he met your eyes, he broke into tears, leaning into your embrace, not able to explain what was going on, too much was passing through his head. You both sat up, parting the most intimate part of yourselves, but your arms remaining around him, caressing his head and back soothingly, wondering what was causing this outburst.

“They’re going to take you away from me!” he exclaimed between choked sobs after a few minutes, taking your hands in his, kissing them, his tears wetting your palms. Pain flashed across your face, remembering that it was just you and Commodus. Because of his status, it was you, Commodus, Marcus Aurelius, the Senate and all those damn things that ruled the Empire. And you were just a commoner, your mother midwife who delivered the Empress children, surviving ones being only Lucilla and Commodus. You were still learning, no official status withing the imperial palace. Anyway, you were not suited for the son of Emperor, too lowborn.

You briefly pinched your lips together, squeezing him tight in your arms “We don’t have to let them do.” You murmured fondly, caressing his hair, kissing his temple, trying not to cry yourself and focusing instead on power, on will. “Commodus, when you will become emperor, no one will be able to oppose your decisions. The Senate doesn’t have the right to oppose your private choices.” You tried to reassure him, wanting to believe in this future together. You knew he wanted to lower the power of the Senate, increase the one of the Emperor, he could change it all.  

He lifted his head to look at you, cupping your face with one hand “What if Father chooses me a wife before that?” he asked sadly, he could buy time but the probability he was wed to a stranger was strong.

“If that’s the case…then I shall wait for you. And then Commodus, we will rule the world together, no one will oppose our love.” You breathed, a tear rolling down your cheek as you pressed your forehead against his. Commodus smiled, a promise sealed, one he would keep.

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[fanon-elio]

Can I request a fluffy where Lycaon takes care of the reader with menstrual cramps? I need comfort, I can't stand the pain anymore. (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠)

Absolutely! I hope you'll get better soon!

-•*Lycaon taking care of Reader with menstrual cramps*•-

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

Warnings: none

Not proofread.

It was such a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, bringing a strong vibrancy to the City. But as everyone was out and about, getting that healthy dose of vitamine D, you were sitting in your apartment. Fucking miserable.

You'd love to go outside to catch some of those healthy rays of light, but right now you had other troubles as you lay around with your bodily anatomy bullying you relentlessly.

Ah yes, it was that time of the month again, where your period knocked on your door like a fucking loan shark ready to collect your dept. Normally your period cramps weren't something your trusty friend the Ibuprofen couldn't handle, but not today it seems.

This time your cramps were really bad.

You felt like you swallowed glass shards, and then stumbled down a flight of stairs. Your back ached, your thighs ached, and your lower abdomen hurt like shit. It was as if your uterus had a vendetta against you, slowly beating you up from the inside as every stinging shot of pain was basically it asking "where's the Baby bitch?"

Even just getting your morning routine done had been a fight! Not just because your shower had looked like after one. The warm water had felt absolutely wonderfull as it eased your pain, but all was ruined by the smell of blood that made you immensly uncomfortable. You cringed when you remembered how you basically turned your poor shower into a saw trap.

'I want to play a game' you can fuck right off!

After calling in sick for work, getting into a fresh pair of sweatpants, and equipping yourself with a warm water bottle, you plopped down on your sofa where you had remained for pretty much the entire morning as you watch some repetitive game show. You sigh, feeling that the bottle had lost its warming, and thus pain relieving attributes again. But you weren't willing to shrimp-walk your way back into the kitchen to boil some more water, so instead you just readied yourself to perish.

Then a knock on your door caught your attention. You sighed as you buried your face in your sofa cussion, internally preparing yourself for the stranious task of 'standing up.' You throw your blanket over yourself, completing your accidental witch cosplay before strudding over to the front door to greet the unfortunate Hensel or Gretel, who would now unwillingly become a victim of your justified bad mood.

You rip the door open, expecting one of your neighbors asking your for eggs or some shit, but come face to face with Lycaon's fluffy white fur. You purse your lips, trying to process the current situation as both of you just stared at eachother for a moment "good morning y/n" he speaks, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice at your current vibe "a-ah. Hi Lycaon! How are you doing?" You ask, embarassment creeping onto your face which was almost as red as... well you already know.

"I am well, but you seem quite beside you" he says, and you wondered if the bags under your eyes, or your awkward posture had given you away. "Oh no no I'm totally fine!" You exclaim, he just looks you up and down before sighing. "I brought you something, maybe it'll lift your mood?" He gestures to the box under his arm, and you relent, stepping to the side as a silent way of inviting him in which gains you a polite little "thank you" from him.

On one hand you could drop to your knees in prayer for the fact that this fine-as-hell-man came to check on you, but on the other you felt mortified of your friend turned crush witnessing you in such a state.

"Just know that it's an absolute mess in here" you warn him, and wince like a vampire as he opened the curtains. You make your way towards the kitchen, feeling like a terrible host for not having offered him any real hospitality "Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? ...Vodka?" He tries to speak up as he watched you awkwardly try to reach for the box of tea in your upper cuppboard, dispite your current rather pitiful form. He looks around the room, noticing the previously mentioned dissaray before he approaches, wanting to stop you before you try climbing on your kitchen counter. He sets the box down on the counter next to you, his pressence behind you halting your actions before he puts a hand on your shoulder "why don't you go lie down?" He asks softly in your ear, and you blush at his closeness.

You opened your mouth, wanting to object, but he was having none of that. He bend down a little before sweeping you off your feet, carying you back to the sofa, and sitting you down on it before covering you in blankets and pillows. You look up at him, while he raised his eyebrow as a silent way of telling you to 'stay.'

Accepting your fate, you lean back and cast your eyes back on the TV while he tidies up your livingroom a bit. It still felt a bit awkward to have Lycaon dote over you like that, but it also made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You doze off for a moment, before you feel the sofa tip as Lycaon sat down next to you. He hands you a water bottle wrapped in a dish cloth, warning you of its temperatur before sitting the box in his lab and lifting the lid off.

To your surprise, it was filled with your favorite snacks, painkillers, different flavours of tea, and a heapful of movies. "Damn! You came prepared alright" you tell him, noticing they way his ear twitched. You grab one of the movies from the box and looked at it "Pork peak huh? Didn't know your liked horror movies" you joked, and he chuckled "I picked these up at Random play earlier, I'm friends with the managers there so they gave me a discount" you nodded, the warmth of the bottle in your hands soothing the stinging ache in your abdomen.

But the more you thought about the box and the water bottle, the more you wondered how he knew to prepare all of this. You haven't told him about your cramps, so how did he know? "How did you know to prepare all of this?" You ask. Lycaon turns his head to you before clearing his throat "I uhm... I could smell it. The blood I mean" he explains, averting his gaze. Your face was burning, internally facepalming yourself for forgetting that he was infact a Wolf thiren, so of course his sense of smell was superb. "Everyone has a distinct smell, and I had noticed yours changing a week prior" he explains "I hope you don't think of me as a creep now" he says, but you pull the big oaf into a hug "no, not at all. I think it's really sweet of you!" He returned your embrace, and you could hear the sound of Lycaon's tail thumbing against the sofa.

"I uhm... just hope the smell doesn't bother you" you start, but he stops you "please, there is no need to worry" he reassures you "the smell of blood doesn't bother me." Lycaon grabbs the tea from the box before making his way back to the kitchen. You turn around and lean over the arm of the sofa, watching him as he stood in your kitchen preparing a pot of tea for the both of you.

Your eyes wandered from him to his vest that layed neatly folded over one of your kitchen chairs. At first you had assumed that he had actually taken a day off for once, but scratched that thought because if he really did, he wouldn't be here in work attire. "I hope you don't mind me asking..." you start, watching his ear rotate towards you as a sign that he was listening "what about work?" You ask, watching him remove the tea filter "I don't mind don't worry, I had just gotten off my night shift, and have the rest of the day off" he replied. "And since I had been in the area anyways, I thought I might pay you a visit" he lies, unbeknownst to you. In reality he had been looking foreward to spending time with you, even if his commission had been on the other side of the city. You smiled, looking at the box sitting on your coffee table "you're a real gentleman, thank you" you say, internally swooning over how cute he was when his tail started swishing from side to side at your compliment.

"I still kinda feel bad though, you must be dead tired" you told him, but he was quick to ease your worry "don't worry it's alright, besides..." his movement halted just for a slight moment before he continued "I really like spending time with you" he spoke, his tail wagging evers so slighty faster. Grabbing 2 cupps and the tea pot, Lycaon made his way back over to you, pouring you a cup before handing it to you. You take a sip, releasing a relieved sigh as he putts one of the movies on. You pat the spot next to you, urging him to sit.

The hours melted away, your tea cups as well as the pot sitting empty on your coffee table as you binch through the stack of movies Lycaon had brought. Said wolf thiren was sitting next to you, fighting to keep his eyelids from falling shut. Even though he had assured you that you wouldn't have to feel bad, you still couldn't quite shake off the feeling. But an idea comes to your mind, as you call out to him "If you want, you can lie down and rest" you tell him. It has been a heat of the moment kind of suggestion, since your sofa was so small, the only way for him to lie down properly was with his head on your lap.

But much to your astonishment, he plops his head right on your thighs, releasing a sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to you, he was blushing just as severly as you did, with him having the benefit of his fur covering it from your eyes. "You... may pet me if you like" he speaks, his voice low and filled with weariness. And you oblige, your fingers gently combing through his soft fur, and carefully scratching behind his ear.

Soon you forgot completely about your cramps, with Lycaon's soft snoring capturing all your attention as you considere taking a picture of him before sleep would claim you too.

...

Lycaon's eye cracks open, taking in the surrounding darkness of your living room. He wonders what time it is, with the sun seeming to have said goodbye hours ago, now replaced by the moon's light as it shone peacefully through your window. He knows he should have been home hours ago, but as he looked down at your sleeping form; your head lying on his chest, your own steadily raising and falling with every breath you took.

He knew that he was already home.

*•*•*•*•*

I hope this was to your liking! To the other people who have requested something. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you.

-Elio

[harunayuuka2060]

Mammon: *sulking*

Bimet: Did they really decline your invitation even if you had invited them yourself?

Mammon: Yes. Apparently, their shop is more important than spending time with me.

Bimet: Hmm... If they value profit, I could actually understand their reason.

Mammon: Hmph. I can buy their whole shop if I wanted to and provide them a luxurious life.

Mammon: *sigh*

Mammon: I am in no mood to celebrate Christmas now.

Bimet: !!!

Bimet: But Y-Your Majesty? You're not thinking of cancelling the celebration, are you?

Mammon: Of course not. You can enjoy the day as it is.

Bimet: *sighs in relief*

MC: ...

MC: *chuckles to themselves* I feel uneasy.

MC: ...

MC: Maybe this Christmas would be peaceful.

MC: ...

MC: *remembers the time someone got murdered in front of their shop and they happened to be closed during that incident*

MC: ...

The gatekeepers: State your business.

MC: I'm here to pay my friend a visit. I won't be long. *smiles*

The gatekeepers: His Majesty has instructed us to not let anyone in.

MC: Oh. Is that so?

MC: Even if I manage to open the gate?

The gatekeepers: ...

Gatekeeper A: Not to be rude, but you don't seem strong enough to open this gate alone.

Gatekeeper B: You must at least have the strength of 72 devils. Or you'll end up hurting yourself.

MC: I appreciate the concern. *moves closer to the gate*

MC: *lightly pushes it*

The gatekeepers: ...

MC: ...

"You have reached the required score. You may now enter."

The gatekeepers: WHAAAAT?!!

MC: Thank you. See you later. *then walks in*

The gatekeepers: U-Unbelievable...

Mammon: *sigh* *still sulking in his office*

MC: Why are you alone? Do you not feel going out?

Mammon: !!!

Mammon: MC—

MC: I have decided to drop by.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: *chuckles* Were you just playing hard-to-get?

MC: *chuckles* That would be too childish.

Mammon: *smiles* *then suddenly remembers something*

Mammon: How are you feeling?

MC: It feels stuffy. However, unlike before, I didn't need to rush back to the human world.

Mammon: Are you sure?

MC: *smiles* Yes. Besides, I might take up your offer about giving me some of your devil energy.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: You're such a jokester. *smiles* Though I'm glad you're here today.

Eligos: Is that MC and His Majesty Mammon?!

Valefor: Ah. The favorite human of His Majesty— Wait. The human?!

MC: *sitting on Mammon's broad shoulders*

Mammon: How are you feeling?

MC: *chuckles* That's the fourth time you have asked that question.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: I want to carry you properly.

MC: I am already comfortable enough in this position.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: You will really do everything to avoid seeing my face up close.

MC: *chuckles*

[risswirly]

Unexpected Chemistry

SYNOPSIS: After transferring to Blackwell you're quickly adopted into the vortex club. However, in search of something less superficial, you find yourself drawn to your lab partner GENRE: fluff NOTE: I rarely see the reader in the vortex club so let me know if you want me to write another with this trope! WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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It had only been a week since you started attending Blackwell yet your life was already being turned on its head.

A girl named Victoria Chase had been your tour guide during your first few days and despite being a little shy you somehow made a good first impression and she'd decided to adopt you into her clique. The vortex club was far from your usual scene. Parties, constant drama, alcohol and drugs were not things you particularly enjoyed and in all honesty, the effort it took to keep up with their rapid-paced life was exhausting. However, you played along with it all, despite being unable to stand half the club's members you quickly discovered the power these people held and decided the pros of being in the "popular" group outweighed leaving. 

You sit alone on a desk near the back of Ms Grant's class, fidgeting quietly with the lab equipment in front of you. Despite the decent size of the vortex club, none of them shared this class with you, which you honestly preferred. It gave you a few hours a week to escape their constant fussing, even if it did mean having to be alone. 

Ms Grant leans on the front of her desk and students hush as she begins the class, "Alright, today we're going to be doing an experiment based on what I covered last lesson. So you know what that means, partner work!" She claps enthusiastically with a grin while the class perks up at the mention of an experiment. "I'll walk around and hand out these instruction manuals for you to share with your desk partner." She states before grabbing a stack of sheets and begins passing them out. 

You sit silently as you watch your classmates break out into chatter. As you observe them joke and enjoy each others company you feel a twang of sadness knowing you don't have the same carefree and comfortable friendship with any of the vortex club. Deep down you yearn for a genuine connection that isn't just fuelled by shit-talking and partying. 

"Ah (y/n), you don't have a desk partner do you?" Ms Grant snaps you out of your train of thought with her question. You shake your head with a weak smile looking at the empty seat beside you, not that you minded all that much. She shakes her head and places her hands on her hips "That just wont do will it." she jokes trying to lighten your mood a bit before scanning the room quickly. "Ah yes, you can partner with Warren! He's usually the leftover student but since you've joined we now have an even number." With a fond smile she points to a boy sitting alone a few rows in front of you. 

You quickly gather your things, holding your items close to your chest before making your way over to the lonesome boy. You place your books down on the empty side of the table prompting him to look up from the instruction sheet.

Once his head turns toward you, you're finally able to actually get a good look at him. His fluffy chestnut hair hangs down in front of his face slightly, while his brown eyes look back up at you. He's wearing a dorky graphic tee that sits loosely over his lanky frame. You feel your face warm up a little as your eyes trail over his features. 

Damn, he's cute. 

You ignore the thought and pull out your new chair. "Hi" you greet him with a small wave, putting on the confident act you've been keeping up all week "I think I'm your desk partner now" You add on as you take a seat. "Oh hey" He smiles softly, his eyes linger on you for a second longer as if lost in the details of your face, before he quickly glances away. "I'm Warren" He introduces himself sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed for staring at you.

"Im (y/n)" you smile back warmly. Maybe this could be a chance to make real friends! Friends away from the Vortex Club and its reputation.

"Yeah I know" he chuckles quietly to himself as he begins to set up the lab equipment. "Pardon?" you ask with a furrowed brow, not exactly sure what his comment is meant to mean. His gaze flickers back to you and his eyes widen as he realises how his words may have come across "OH, no no, I didn't mean that in a bad way. Its just, I think practically everyone knows who you are by now" He trails off. 

Well there goes that hope.

"Ive only been here a week?" You laugh lightly, taken slightly aback by his remark. God damn it, just how popular was this stupid club?  He laughs along with you at the absurdity of it, "I mean, people spend months sucking up to Victoria and Nathan trying to be apart of their group." he says with a slight look of distaste at the mention of the two. "You just sort of waltzed right in. People wanna know who the mysterious, pretty new girl is and how she got into the vortex club in just a few days." 

You pause for a second, reflecting on his words before speaking again. "I didn't exactly ask to be in their little club" You mutter just loud enough for Warren to hear. You didn't like the thought that so many people had already formed opinions on you simply because of who you'd become friends with and you felt a need to disprove these assumptions. 

He stops setting up for a moment, looking at you with a raised brow, "What do you mean by that?" he asks softly. You study his expression for a second and instead of being faced with judgement you see not only curiosity but also genuine concern in his eyes as he awaits your response. 

You take a deep breath, well here goes nothing. "Victoria is the first person I'd met, and since she added me to her group so quickly I haven't exactly been given much chance to make other friends." You look down at your desk, avoiding his eyes. You sigh before adding, "The vortex club isn't my crowd... but it seems like everyone else has made up their minds about me". This was the first time you'd actually been able to tell someone that, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you breath a little easier. Now there was actually someone that knew you, someone that you had been honest with, that had allowed you to open up and express yourself.

But now there was a deafening silence and you immediately cringe to yourself as you realise how pathetic you must seem to him. Maybe you'd gone a little overboard with the confession, I mean this was literally the first time you'd even met the guy. You turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment. 

He takes a moment to think about what you've said before leaning over the desk slightly, trying to catch your gaze, "Well... Im talking to you now aren't I?" He answers softly. 

You meet his eyes, he looks back at you with a gentle smile, his gaze filled with understanding and optimism. You feel a smile tug at the corner of your own lips after seeing his doe-eyed look, "Sooo, you don't think I'm a stuck up rich kid?" You chuckle with a sarcastic tone. He leans back slightly after seeing your mood lighten back up. You notice his eyes soften as they trail over your face again, as if he's taking his time memorising your smile.

"Perhaps I might've before, but, I see now that I was wrong.. I mean half the vortex kids wouldn't be caught dead talking to me in the first place" He adds, seeming more amused than ashamed. As the two of you joke and tease the vortex club for its elitist ways, you mentally capture an image of his wide grin and note how his eyes sparkle as he beams and you realise just how much you missed genuinely laughing with someone.

You take a long sigh to you catch your breath and smile to yourself in a moment of comfortable silence, "Mysterious, pretty new girl huh?" You ask glancing back at him with raised brows and a smirk. You watch as his smile falls and his eyes widen, his face turns a shade of red as he remembers what he'd called you. He clears his throat and averts his eyes trying to cover up his accidental slip from earlier "So erm, my friend is having a small get together this weekend, would you um maybe wanna come? I can introduce you to some people.. help you make new friends?" He asks shyly as he rubs the nape of his neck. You giggle at his less-than-smooth topic change but smile even wider at his offer. A chance to expand from the vortex club, a chance to express and be yourself without the pressure of needing to always look cool.

"Yes! I'd love to go!" You smile widely, not even bothering to try and hide your excitement. Warrens face lights up as he mirrors your own enthusiasm "Great! I'll send you the details, here-" He quickly pulls out his phone and hands it to you with a blank contact for you to fill out. Your heart flutters slightly as you type in your details and his little smile as he looks over them after you hand him back his phone only fuels the feeling even more. "I'll message you tonight. Um about the party of course! U-unless you'd like to talk about other things too?" He stammers awkwardly, a little nervous after getting your digits.

As he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to play it cool, Ms Grant passes by the front of your desk looking at your lack of experimenting. "Look, I'm always glad to see students getting along but this experiment is important." She reminds the both of you then walks off hiding a pleased grin. The two of you sheepishly smile realising how sidetracked you'd gotten before eventually getting back to work. 

For the rest of the class the two of you practically refused to shut up, joking, laughing and talking about almost everything. It felt like you'd reached a light at the end of a tunnel, finally basking in the sun after the storm that had been the past week. As you watch Warren struggle to wipe the grin off his face you think that perhaps, just maybe, this school wasn't as bad as you thought.

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[lilbardrhi]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 11: Johnny!

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Oemgaverse; cult-like situation; dehumanization; selling children to a cult

Author's Note: Ope, forgot to add this- just wanted to drop a reminder that 13 has an ask blog now! @ask13-cod :D she'll ocassionally reblog bits of her story but will mostly be answering any asks <3 currently she's open to name suggestions!

"Johnny can be... a lot."

Simon's voice pulls me from my thoughts and I turn to look at him.

"Is that why you're so worried about making sure I'm ok with having him there today?"

"Yeah, mostly. That and you've only recently met me. Another alpha so soon could be a lot." He pauses, glancing at me. "If he gets to be too much, just let me know."

"I'm capable of setting my own boundaries," I snort, smilng. "But I understand why you're offering. It's your job as my alpha and all that."

Just as I turn to face the road again, I see Simon's forehead crease. Did I say something wrong? It is his job as my alpha to step in where I can't. Why is saying that out loud upsetting?

Eh. He'll bring it up if it's really a problem.

But what if I truly upset him?

The omega in my head paws at her enclosure and I scowl slightly. I am so not in the mood for her today so I push her back further.

What the hell do they feed these guys?!

"Johnny," the Scotsman grins down at me as he greets me. "Nice to meet you, 13."

"It's nice to meet you too," I greet him from slightly behind Simon.

I'm not entirely sure why I'm back here, honeslty. Johnny seems really nice. Even if he seems a bit like he's buzzing with energy - as expected from what Simon said earlier.

"Alright?" Simon asks me as soon as Johnny's attention is drawn to a candy wall in the shop.

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?" Simon insists, eyebrows creasing together just enough to notice.

"I don't know? Just... nervous, I guess?" I offer hesitantly.

Maybe it's the knowledge that this is Simon's best friend and I'm supposed to be Simon's omega so there's this... need for approval.

No.

No, absolutely not. I don't need anyone's approval. What the hell was that? Damn omega brain.

"I'm fine. What's our first to-do?"

Simon studies me quietly for a moment before nodding toward the rest of the shop.

"Figured you might want to find yourself some clothes of your own. There's a few shops available for it, and for supplies for your nest. I'm not sure when you'll start your-"

"We can talk about that later and not in public," I cut him off abruptly and glance around the shop to see if anybody noticed what he was on about.

"Understood," he says with a firm nod. "I'm not good with fashion, but if you'd like input I can try."

I shrug at him and wander toward the nearest rack of clothes to slowly flip through them. This shop is full of... bright colors. Nothing is really catching my interest, honestly, but I continue looking just in case.

Toward the back of the store, there's a small circle rack of light grey tshirts. I begin thumbing through the different prints before coming across a tshirt with a white crescent moon printed on it. A smile spreads across my face as I hold it up. It's has a light and soft, cotton-y texture and the sleeves are cuffed.

"This one," I say with a bright smile.

"Pastels not your thing?" Johnny asks from next to Simon.

I shake my head, still smiling as I admire the shirt.

"Not really," I agree and turn toward Simon. "Can I get-"

"Anything that'll make you more comfortable," he says quickly, almost like he wouldn't hear any argument about what I get or, more accurately, don't get. "There's a shop next door with far less pastels. We'll get this one and find you some more options, yeah?"

"Thank you," I tell him, sincerity thick in my voice.

"Ah, don't be like that, lass! He's just doing his best and making sure you're all set up. Right, Simon?" Johnny says just before getting nudged in the ribs and glared at by Simon.

When Simon turns back to me, his expression - what I can see of it - is softer than usual. There's usually a neutrality to all of him with the occassional crinkle in the corner of his eyes from what I assume is a smile. In this moment he seems... genuinely happy. Maybe even content.

That's good.

I think?

Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One

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[lilpotatjj]

Couldn't wait to write it all down. Our sweetheart Cait became emotional after taking off her wig for the last time. And we all ken that there's only one person she gets the comfort right? Here ye go (it's a wee bit longer as I thought..should I be sorry?..nae ;) )

Warning: sweet comfort and some sadness and a wee bit of drama. And a Sam that is so in scots character 😂👀

One last time

There it lay...a simple scrap of hair. Simple? It was anything but simple. This wig was a part of her existence, her life. It had been with her for eleven years and it was hard to believe that this was the last time it would be taken off. She tried to pull herself together and put the mobile aside, the tears still in her eyes. Recorded for eternity and for those who made it possible to embody Claire Fraser for so long. The fans. She looked silently into the mirror and suppressed a small sob as she fixed the rest of her own hair. Sam hadn't finished when she got up and left the trailer quietly and without a word. He looked after her anxiously and thoughtfully, oblivious to the fact that he had unfamiliar hands halfway down his face. A smile, a small and heavy smile was on her face as she left and she tried to keep her composure. She always did. Pretending to be strong and trying to look professional, which she usually managed quite well, but...not today.

When Sam had finished, he stood up in a flash, like a horse just waiting to race to the starting line. He came out and looked around. There were other smaller trailers everywhere. It was already starting to get dark and the whole set was in an after-work mood. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. Sam walked slowly through the various crowds. Cait had been tense all day, then the photo for 'The Last Wrap'. She didn't have a single second to herself. He kept getting a hand slapped on his shoulder or back as a sign of excellent work and gratitude, but he hardly bothered to respond. Here and there a small nod of thanks and a smile as he meandered past the people.

He couldn't find her, not even in her trailer. He decided to go into the hall to the set and bumped into Sophie. "Have you seen Cait?" he asked her, unconsciously worried.

"Sam! Ah...yes, she was walking towards Lallybroch's set" she said, adding "Are you coming to the bar for drinks tonight too?"

He raised his hand in thanks and nodded, but left without saying anything to Sophie's astonishment.

"Okay?" she mumbled quietly, shrugging her shoulders as she left too.

A huge room with green and blue screens opened up to him as he entered. Parts of masonry could be seen. Lallybroch. The heart of the set. There she stood in the middle of the walls. He went to her and gave her space, standing a little apart behind her to enjoy the silence with her. It's so ironic, the usually loud hustle and bustle of the set during filming was stifled. You'd think no one had been here for centuries, as if only ghosts were wandering around. She didn't move, although she knew it was Sam standing with her. She could feel his aura very clearly, the same as every day. It could have been anyone, but she would recognize his from thousands.

He finally came a little closer to her, stood close behind her and followed her gaze across the huge set. She wiped her face, not turning an inch. She knew that if she did that now, the dam of her whole frame would break. The actually positive advantage of being able to let herself go with him and only him. But now she felt it was a weakness. She didn't want to cry, not over something so trivial. That's what she thought. Sam took a quiet breath and cleared his throat. He knows her and knows that it's better not to push her now. She'll come to him when she needs him, just like always.

"The others want to go partying, have a drink. Are you coming?" He asked carefully to give her room to breathe. "Of course!" she sounded completely normal as she turned to him. There it was, the smile that could have melted him, but... it had a bitter aftertaste. "Let's go, I want to freshen up quickly and then we can go," she said, playing relaxed. Yes...acting, but she can't do that to him. If anyone could keep their composure, it was Sam. Not Cait. She was Claire through and through when it came to interpreting emotions, she couldn't lie. In front of anyone else...but not in front of him.

He followed her to the trailer and didn't bother to wait outside. He didn't care what anyone else on the set thought. He had to stay with her now, make sure he was there at all times. After all these years, he just wanted to think about her and not worry about what others were saying or thinking about either of them. Cait looked at him in surprise for a moment, hesitantly closed the door and followed Sam with her gaze, who simply sat down on one of the small benches and stared out of the window. She paused briefly, then went to change her clothes and freshen up, only to stand in front of him ten minutes later, ready to go. He stood up and grinned at the sight of her. "You're far too pretty for tonight my dear" he said more proudly than jealously. She smiled sweetly at him and studied him silently for a moment, giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was breathy, almost apologetic, which was why he scanned her curiously.

"We should go before I change my mind mo chridhe" She giggled affectionately at his words and they both left the trailer.

When they arrived at the bar, they joined the others. There were quite a few of them. Sophie, Richard, Lauren, John and César were also there. When they arrived at the table, the others cheered them loudly, glasses were raised and everyone roared. Sam laughed contentedly, gently placed his hand on Caits back and took one of the whisky glasses to clink glasses. Cait gave Sophie a hug and took a glass too.

"Slainte!" the Scot called out loudly and everyone joined in. with one big draught, almost everyone drank the glass empty together while the music played loudly in the background. "So James Fraser!" said Sophie and continued with a smile. "Let you and your Sassenach celebrate hard today!"

His face lit up with joy and he raised his newly refilled whisky glass. "Not just me, but my wonderful partner Cait, as well as all of you!" They raised their glasses again, but at Sam's words, the Irishwoman stared at him silently for a moment, then drained her glass in one go, which Sam just looked at silently. They all talked about the wonderful memories of the last eleven years. Everyone had a lot to say, except Cait, who was quite silent. Had agreed here and there or made a quick comment. Richard was in his own world, having another drink.

As Cait poured herself her 5th glass, the Scot stopped her without thinking. "Ok, slow down babe the evening is still young" She looked at him in disbelief. He knows what her limit is, but she didn't really care at the moment. Fully focused on Cait, Sam didn't notice the looks from the others, which he had caught with her nickname.

Now it was Richard who interrupted the tension and drew the puzzled looks when he distracted the group with a question.

"Do you have any ideas or other projects for the future?" Everyone joined in and suggested ideas or said no, including Cait. "I'm sure it won't be easy to switch off Claire after all this time. But you have so much talent, you could play anything," Sophie said without thinking and received a serious look from the Irishwoman for this statement. Cait stood up and politely excused herself, all eyes fixed on her. Sam did the same and rose to follow her. She went out into the fresh air, breathing faster, doing her best not to lose her composure completely now. Sam came out to her and saw her pacing back and forth, slightly upset and with tears in her eyes. He stood there, still hesitating, he knew her.

"Do you want to go?" he asked calmly and she looked to him for help. That was the hint. He went to her, took her in his arms and simply held her tightly. "We're going..." he whispered softly and lovingly and she just nodded silently, hiding her face in his chest. Sam gave her time and gently hugged her tighter, then took her to his car. Thank God he only had two whiskies.

"I'll let the others know," came from him briefly and as quickly as he was in, he was out again. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking at him apologetically as he got behind the wheel. "You don't have to look like that, it's all right. The others are having fun without us," he said in his soft voice, but she looked out of the window briefly as he started the engine. "That's not it. I didn't want to ruin your evening," she said, again with an innocent look. Sam snorted in amusement. "Cait as long as I'm with you every night is saved" he spoke seriously and smiled sincerely at her. "I just need you mo chridhe"

She gave him a wistful smile, she was happy. He stroked her chin and smiled at her with his typical wide grin. "And now let's check into the hotel" he drove off, concentrating on the road and sensing that Cait was still tense.

When he arrived, he looked at her quietly.

"So Claire Fraser" he rolled the 'R' especially and started speaking in Jamie's accent. God she loved his Scottish accent, but it's exactly what her heart doesn't want to hear right now. Cait ignored him and fussed with her hair. "Ye cannae hold it in forever," he said, letting Jamie hang out in full conversational tone. "Stop it Sam, we're not on set anymore," she said annoyed and snappy. He raised his typical eyebrow and walked slowly towards her. "it winnae get any better if ye dinnae let it out...~Claire~!" He emphasized the name of her second life again and made zero effort to stop. She turned to him and scowled. "You're not Jamie!" she commanded rather than saying it. "hm.. nae?" he couldn't ask more Scottishly and grabbed her arm, gently but firmly. "Cait, we've lived these roles for eleven years, they're a part of us and they'll be a part of us forever!" he said sternly, not even thinking about locking the Jamie inside him away. "But it's over now, damn it!" she hissed and tried to pull away. He was beginning to feel like he was filming a scene on set with Claire rather than arguing with Cait herself. She finally clung to him as she gave up. She knew he was right... right from the beginning. But the painful thought that it's over forever is too great.

At last he had her where he wanted her. She could no longer hold back the tears and hid her face in his chest while he held her and stroked her head. The Scotsman gave her a gentle kiss on the head every now and then. It took a while before she finally calmed down. She swallowed it for too long and didn't let it out. Otherwise so tough, it's still not such an easy path. After all, it is the goal that has been irrevocably achieved.

Eleven years of hard work and so many memories. The fact that she had met and fallen in love with her husband there weighed deeply. He picked her up bridal style and carried her to the couch in the room. "It's okay my love...I'm so proud of you. You've done such a great job all these years" she laid her head on his lap. "That's what the right person says...without you, the show would only be half as good!" she said with charming sweet but tired smile and grabbed his chin with his slight beard stubble.

He returned her smile just as lovingly, leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips. "It doesn't matter what the future holds for us, as long as we're together I don't care," he couldn't say it any sweeter and stroked her silky, dark hair lovingly. She just looked at him in love, the blush on her face full of happiness to have him with her.

"Do you want to watch something?" he asked and she nodded silently. Sam switched on the TV and pulled her closer to him. "My Sassenach," he said quietly and proudly.

"My red-haired, stubborn and hot-headed Highlander"

[mimiunfiltered]

Grumpy Girl

Scott Miller x Fem!reader OC

Summary: Ellie is grumpy after a hard day at work and Scott’s motto is “A good orgasm can fix anything” Warnings: Smut, fingering, hard dom Scott, dom/sub dynamic, first-person POV a/n: I am trying a new way of writing and I really hope it's not too weird lol

I slam the door after arriving home and see Scott sitting on the couch, though he has his laptop open probably doing more work. His head whips to the door right where I’m standing, getting my shoes off.

“Excuse me?” I look up at him and huff. I walk in front of the couch to get some water from the kitchen, but he grabs my arm before I can get past him. “Scott I’m not in the mood.” He pulls me into his lap.

“What happened today? Why is my pretty girl grumpy huh?” I lay my head on his chest cause even if I’m not in the mood he’s still comforting. I sigh out a breath, I feel like I’ve been holding all day.

“It was just a day. I got into a fight with the bitch at work and Scotty why do I do so much for this company and they treat me like shit?” It feels really good to have everything off my chest to him. He rubs my arm and kisses the top of my head. I’m still so worked up. “I think I know what you need.”

The arm that’s around my waist lifts me easily like I weigh nothing. He takes his other hand and pushes my pencil skirt up.

He pushes my panties to one side and I feel one of his fingers brush over my clit. I push my hips up and drop my head back onto his shoulder. He leans his head down kissing my neck and moves his fingers around my clit more forcefully.

“You’re already so wet. What have you been thinking about all day?” I whine and say “I was kinda hoping this is how you’d handle me.” He makes an ‘ah’ sound and pumps his middle finger into me quickly.

He pumps one finger in me quickly and I grab his other hand and move it towards my clit. While rubbing tight circles on my clit he adds another finger into the mix. I make an ‘ugh’ sound when he starts moving his fingers faster and hooking them to hit that spongy spot inside me.

I moan and he moves his fingers so quickly I can’t help but writhe on his lap while he says “Baby just needed to be touched huh?” I moan and try and get out an ‘mhm’ sound but nothing comes. He stops both his hands, keeping his fingers still inside me, and says “Isn’t it?” I groan and say “Yes Scotty it’s what I needed.”

“Good fucking girl.” He says as he starts roughly moving his fingers again. I groan out and start whining as he continues to forcefully hit that spot inside me and rub hard circles on my clit. It’s getting so sensitive and I know I’m about to come. “Scotty!” I say breathlessly. I can feel myself start to fall over the edge and it feels so sensitive.

I grip his wrist trying to push him away but he’s so much stronger than I am. I scream out as I finally fall over that edge. I convulse so much I almost fall off his lap. He wraps a hand around my waist as his other continues to move within me.

I finally come down and slump into his body. “A good orgasm can fix anything.” He says as he cuddles me, bringing me down from the amazing orgasm he just gave me. A good orgasm can fix anything.

[the20thangel]

The Emperor and His Lady Chapter 7

Summary: Betrayals are ramped. Lucilla and Marcella unite to save a lady dear to them. Leaving Arabella to give Emperor Geta one last Ultimatum. Which will he choose?

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: angst and violence

Taglist: @barcelonaloverf1life @justnobodynothingmore

Masterlist

After an hour, Arabella and Geta saw Caracalla finally calming down and his eyes starting to droop with sleep. Both helped up the younger twin and led him to his chambers. Geta took the liberty of placing his younger brother on his bed and covering him up. In a moment of vulnerability soothed the ginger’s hair. 

Sighing, he leaned away from his brother, turning back to Arabella, who stood at the front of the chamber door. Walking towards her, Geta grasped her waist, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. 

“The sickness from his loins has started to travel to his head… every day, he seems to worsen, Arabella; I don’t know what to do with him,” Geta whispered, turning to watch as Caracalla snuggled further into his sheets. 

Arabella stared at the younger, feeling pity for his deteriorating health. Turning back to her emperor, she rubbed his arms and kissed his exposed chest. 

“Just keep doing what you have been, my love, showing him compassion and patience. It's all we can do to keep him comfortable,” she replied, sincerely smiling. 

The two lovers left to return to their chambers, not noticing someone in the background waiting to implant more of his poison. 

Macrinus crept into Caracalla’s chamber, watching the younger tossed and turned before noticing the older man. 

“Ah, my imperator, apologies for disturbing you after a hectic night; I just wanted to check on you… especially after I heard your brother struck you.” 

Caracalla sat up, notching his head to the side. “Yes, but Arabella was lovely to me and defended me from my brother… I miss the times when she and I were close.” 

Macrinus nodded, sitting on the bed, pondering before turning his attention back, “You two were close before, yes? What Changed? Once she started paying more attention to Geta? Poor girl, spending many years yearning for someone who always kept her at a distance… Where here you were always willing to be hers… Did you not notice that once you seemed more interested in Arabella, Geta came and swooped her from your grasp?” 

Caracalla nodded with wide eyes; what Macrinus had spoken about was true. He and Arabella were closer during their younger years… and Geta constantly humiliated her. And yes, after he showed interest that he wanted Arabella, his brother suddenly reciprocated the lady’s love. Why? Did Geta do it on purpose?

Macrinus smirked, seeing his words taking root, “I bet if Arabella had experienced your love, she would all but forgotten about Geta. Everything has always been for Geta, but what about you… what about Caracalla? Think about it, my emperor… I shall leave you to think… pleasant dreams.” 

Macrinus bowed before leaving Caracalla alone in the dark, his mind racing.

As the next day came upon the room, the mood seemed somber. Knowing what today entailed, Arabella did not have the energy to rise from her slumber. As she awoke, she quivered before nestling herself further into Geta’s arms. Wishing the embrace from her lover would take away the pain from her heart.  Unfortunately, it did not; as Geta rose, he knew her predicament and decided to leave her in the palace. The healer stressed Arabella needed to remain calm for their child, and he did not want to be the cause of any distress. 

As the emperor prepared for the day’s games, dressing in colors inspired by Apollo, he shook his hands to steady his nerves. Turning back to his bed, he saw his love lying on his cushions. She looked like a goddess. Walking to her, Geta raised her head, making the young lady stare at each other's eyes. 

“I’m sorry, my love, but it has to be done.” he apologized, hoping she understood why he had to execute her surrogate parents. 

Arabella closed her eyes, allowing a lone tear to fall as she nodded, knowing even if she protested , she knew that nothing could be done to change his mind. 

Geta smiled and deeply kissed his lady, “I love you, my sweet girl.” 

Eyes filled with tears, Arabella returned a smile to Geta, “and I adore you, My Geta.”

Her words encouraged him as Geta pressed one more kiss and left for the Colosseum. 

Arabella shakily exhaled, rising from the bed to change into a gown. As she slowly combed her hair, Marcella entered the room, giving her a small smile as the older woman prepared her. 

“How are you, sweet one?” asked the handmaiden. 

Arabella gulped, trying not to cry, “In torment, the man I love is signing the death warrant on the two people who cared for me all these years. I should hate him… but I can’t … I adore him, Marcella; it is why I kept my distance all those years; I have always loved him.” 

Marcella paused her work, staring at her lady with sympathy; she embraced the young woman’s shoulders. “Oh, my sweet girl, I wish I could help you save them…alas, General Acacius was kept under the Colosseum; he is to fight a group of guards and then a gladiator named Hano.” 

Arabella's eyes shook as Marcella’s voice blended into the background as she realized Lucius was not aiming for her or the emperors; he wanted Acacius. Lucius was going to kill the man she considered more her father than her actual father. 

Turning, Arabella questioned, “and Lucilla, what awaits for her?” 

Marcella shook her head, “I do not know yet. All I know is that she must watch Acacius’s death beside the emperors.”  

Nodding, not knowing what else to do, Arabella allowed her handmaiden to finish her work. All day, Arabella worried for her lady and for her emperor. Her mind pounded as the two sides of her heart fought. Sighing and rubbing her head, Arabella jumped when she heard a commotion outside the palace. Walking towards the window, she watched in shock as the people of Rome began to riot. 

Walking away, she peeked into the hallways, seeing nervous servants and concubines run around. Noticing Marcella running towards her, she reentered her chambers. 

“What has happened?” She whispered, growing more on edge with the people’s shouts. 

“The people are rioting; Hano did not want to execute Acacius, so Geta had him shot to death. Hano then gave a speech about how Rome treats its heroes. The emperors should be on their way back. Arabella, you need to flee, it’s not safe.” 

Arabella shook her head, “No, I need to stay here… I need-” 

“No, I understand you love him, but please, for your survival, you must leave him behind, sweet one. Do not throw your life for him.” Marcella countered. 

Arabella pushed herself away. “No… I can’t… I’m…Marcella. I’m with a child, Geta’s child. I cannot abandon the father of my child,” she whispered, tears falling down my cheeks. 

Marcella eyes softened, “Oh my girl, what trouble have you placed yourself in… If Lucilla were free, she could have helped you.” 

“But she is not Marcella. Please save yourself…thank you for helping me all these years.” Arabella thanked Marcella, kissing the older woman’s hands. 

Marcella shook her head, “Please, Ara, come with me…” she pleaded. 

Arabella denied her again, “No… I must stay… Now go, quick…” 

Sniffing, the handmaiden kissed her lady’s cheek as she ran, leaving through the servant's path to flee the palace. Seeing the crowd angry, trying to break from the guards. 

Marcella thought of a way to save her lady. Lady Lucilla would be given up as a sacrifice, a last stitch to make the people heel. Rome needs Lucilla to lead them on the right path. Lucilla has always protected Arabella. Making her choice, the servant ran to the Dungeons, hiding as she saw Macrinus laughing as he walked away from Lucilla. 

“I will make Rome my own… and you will be nothing by forgotten history.”  Macrinus taunted as he left to continue his plan to take hold of the power he thought rightfully belonged to him. 

Marcella sneered at the thought; walking towards the chamber, she broke the lock and opened the door. 

Lucilla, hearing her chamber open, turned to see a servant. 

Bowing, Marcella said, “My lady, I am Lady Arabella’s handmaiden. I have come to release you from your prison. 

Lucilla smiled and thanked the woman, “My Arabella… is she safe?” 

Marcella shook her head, causing Lucilla to panic, “Caracalla and Macrinus are plotting against Geta; she will be in danger… We need to help her.” 

Lucilla bit her lip, “There is an army outside of Rome, waiting for my husband’s command… I will go in his place to take Rome back from Caracalla and Macrinus. I know Arabella will survive; she is smart, but I cannot leave right now. They will be coming for me tomorrow.” 

Marcella nodded, “I know, my lady, that’s why I am here… I am taking your place. Go now. Assemble your army. I will die in your place… just please promise me you will do everything to keep Arabella safe.” 

As Lucilla and Marcella switched clothes and places, Lucilla confirmed Marcella’s wish, “I will always protect her… Thank you, Marcella, for keeping my sweet girl safe all these years. Thank you for helping Rome.” 

Marcella, through tears, smiled, bowing to the former empress, “I will do it again and again, for Arabella… for Rome… and her child.” 

Lucilla gasped but nodded, understanding the severity of the situation. She rushed out to meet Lucius before leaving for the army, who anxiously awaited their command.

Chaos remained in the palace as servants, nobles, and guards ran throughout. As Arabella inhaled and exhaled to relax her breathing, Geta rushed into the chambers. 

Arabella turned and ran towards his arms, “Geta! Oh, I’m so relieved. I was afraid something might have happened… where’s Caracalla?” 

Geta wrapped his lady into his arms, kissing her forehead. “He has gotten worse, my love; I had to walk away, or I would have done something I would regret. I understand he is scared, but he is becoming too erratic…” 

Arabella furrowed her brows in confusion about Caracalla’s behavior; something must be causing it.

“Who is he with my love? Surely he's not on his own right now?” she questioned.

Geta shrugged, “I think Macrinus was close by… why?” 

Arabella contemplated before she froze. Caracalla had been closer to Macrinus, and ever since that man, Caracalla’s behaviors had worsened. Could he be the cause? She thought. 

“Geta… Macrinus, what if he is-” Arabella was interrupted as an Actor burst into the chambers. 

Geta, gathering Arabella into his arms, sneered at the actor dressed similarly to him. 

“What are you doing in here? You are not allowed to enter my chambers-” 

“I apologize, Augustus, but I had to warn you… that man…Macrinus is poisoning your brother towards you… I heard him speak words conspiring against you… you must flee!” warned the actor.

Geta shook his head, not wanting to believe, “No, My brother and I have always been one. He would never-” 

Arabella pulled Geta’s arm, interrupting her lover defending his brother. 

“Geta, I have a bad feeling; we need to flee, please my love…” 

Geta pushed her away, shaking his head, “No, Caracalla is a loyal brother. He would never…” 

Everyone in the room froze as Caracalla’s and Macrinus's voices came closer. 

Arabella pulled Geta into a false wall, pressing him into the wall as she flushed her body to him. 

Caracalla entered the room, searching for his brother and lady. Seeing only his brother, he raised his dagger. “Brother, you lied. You said we would always be one… that our empire would be ours, that the people would be ours, but you lied to me, brother.” 

“Geta”, shook his head, “I have never lied, Caracalla… I have never once conspired against you, brother. Please...” 

Caracalla growled, stalking towards “Geta” with Macrinus close behind, “Yes, you lie! You replaced me with Arabella! You do not even love her! You always were cruel to her, keeping her at a distance. I love her, and you selfishly took her from me! You always take from me, even in the womb!” 

Arabella closed her eyes, pressing further into Geta’s body as her lover shook, hearing such hate come from his brother’s mouth. 

“No, Caracalla, it's not tru-” gasped “Geta” as Macrinus led Caracalla to slice his neck, blood gushing as both men hackled off “Geta’s” head from his body. 

“He can no longer hurt you, my emperor,” Macrinus watched in fascination. 

Caracalla numbly looked at his brother's head, “What about Arabella?”

Macrinus hummed, searching the room for any sign of the girl. 

“Worry not; I shall find her and bring her to you. She will be your empress. She will see your kindness and mercy by making you her empress. She will not deny you,” soothed Macrinus, raising the younger twin. 

“Now, let us call a Senate meeting; we need to make several changes…” commanded Macrinus, leading Caracalla out before turning and taking “Geta’s” head. 

Arabella slowly peeked outside the false wall, seeing both men gone, and sighed in relief before stepping out. Geta followed, numb from what had taken place. Gagging, Arabella turned away from the body as she stared at her Geta, who had tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“Oh, my love… I’m so sorry…” She whispered, walking towards him. 

Geta shook his head in disbelief. “I have always defended him… how can he despise me so easily?” 

Arabella shook her head, grabbing his arm, “I do not know, but we can’t stay here; he thinks you are dead and wants to make me his empress… we need to leave.” 

“No, I need to get my brother back, bring him back to reason… we are twins, Arabella… we can’t…” 

“Geta, you said so yourself; Caracalla’s sickness is harming his mind… that is not your brother anymore… please Geta, come with me.” 

Geta stepped back, watching as Arabella's face fell, tears falling down her cheeks. “I need to Ara…” 

Arabella felt 15 again, pleading for her prince, no, her emperor, to choose her. She felt again being pushed away. Taking a deep breath, she decided it would end here. 

Emperor and Lady, at an arm's distance from each other, stared at one another. Arabella gave her lover her final plea, her final ultimatum: “Geta… My Geta, I am going to ask you one last time. I cannot do this again. Please, my love, choose me. Choose our child. Choose our love. Come with me… I will not ask again… I will leave. I will protect my- our baby with or without you.” 

Geta closed his eyes. His emotions mixed, and he felt powerless, but as he opened his eyes and stared at his lady, he made his choice… he chose her… he chose their child. 

Geta nodded as Arabella sobbed in relief, walking into his arms. Arabella kissed her love, pouring all her passion into the kiss. After a minute, she separated her lips from him. 

“Quickly, take some gold and treasures and follow me. We will use the servant's pathways.” 

The two quickly filled a bag with valuables and left the chambers, trading their fine clothes for servants' clothes and sneaking out of the palace. As they crossed the pavilion, One Senator stepped into their path. Halting, Arabella whispered in shock and worry. 

“Uncle…” 

Arabella's Uncle stared in shock… his niece was with the supposed dead Emperor Geta. 

“Niece… Emperor Geta… where will you run?”

[rekino2114]

Denji discovering your relationship with makima

This is kind of a sequel to this, like all of the makima posts that I will do

"Is it just me, or does makima seem happier lately"

Aki almost immediately regretted starting a conversation with that question when he heard denji's answer

"I dunno but she's still as hot as always"

"I can't imagine what she would have done to you if she had heard that. What I meant is that she seems... more genuine if that makes sense, like something really good just happened to her. Before, she had this uncanny aura around her, but now she just feels happy."

"I believe I, the great power know the reason why"

"Oh really, why then?"

"I believe makima is in a relationship with someone"

"WHAT?"

After he heard that, denji immediately lunged at power and shook her by the shoulders.

"WITH WHO?"

"I've heard it's with a certain human called y/n l/n"

"Ah yes, I have heard of y/n. Apparently, they joined public safety just a while ago but have managed to climb through the ranks incredibly quickly, even reaching the rank of makima's most trusted subordinate. Some even consider them her right-hand person. I did hear rumors of them being in a relationship, but I never thought they'd be true"

"I'll fucking kill them, I'll slice them in half, no one steals miss makima from me"

Before aki or power could stop him, denji stormed out of the house and went to public safety headquarters, and entered makima's office and found you two......kissing.

"Ah denji, I thought I informed everyone that I was in a very important meeting, may I ask why are you here"

"Sorry, Miss makima i-i just"

"It's fine. I think I know why. Anyway, now that you're here, I should probably introduce you to each other. Y/n,this is denji, a member of Division 4 and the Chainsaw Hybrid. Denji this is y/n, my second in command and...... my lover."

Your heart skipped a bit. That was the first time she had called you her lover in front of another person. Meanwhile, denji could feel his own heart breaking at those words(poor pochita), and he immediately sprinted at you

"So it's true you're the one who stole Miss makima from me"

"I suggest you do not touch them, you might not like what happens if I find a single scratch or bruise on them"

Those intimidating words from makima were enough to make him stop.

"i-i'm sorry miss makima but could I ask why are you in a relationship with them"

"Simple, because I love them. They made me feel happy, and I eventually understood that it was love"

"I-i see sorry if I wasted your time, I'll go now."

Before he could walk out, makima placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait, denji, I want to tell you something. Even if I do not love you, I'm sure other girls will. Even with all of your flaws, you're a good person, which... is a lot more than I can say about the me from a couple months ago. What I'm trying to say is.. if someone managed to love and change me, then you absolutely have a chance"

She spoke with a sweet and caring tone devoid of any manipulation or evil. For some reason, she felt the need to comfort him... you had truly changed her.

Denji, after hearing that, immediately broke into a smile, showing his very sharp teeth

"Thank you so much, Miss makima I feel a lot more confident now"

He walked out of the building, leaving you two alone once again, makima walked near the window and looked at the sunset while thinking:she had helped someone feel happy, she had gained nothing from it and yet it felt so much better than when she manipulated people.

"Are you alright makima, you look... emotional"

Your words made it clear to her, Yes, emotional she was happy now, and she was emotional, and she loved this feeling.

"No, it's alright dear. I was wondering if you would like to have a movie date tonight?"

"Of course there's this new, really good movie everyone is talking about"

She turned to you and smiled brightly

"No, I was actually in the mood for a bad movie today. Is it alright?"

[webslingingslasher]

peter being a brat for no reason like she’s just decided (situationship) peter is annoying her today😁😁 she storms up to him and he’s like “hello? take a seat” and she says don’t mind if i do :) and just goes and sits on one of the bros laps giggle giggle

i feel like being mean to peter rn. idk why. i think it’s pms but i hope he gets angry and cries😁❤️

taking a proud seat on ethan’s lap just to prove a point and poor ethan wants nothing to do with the petty argument. he’s hovering his hands, making it clear he’s doing no touching of the sort.

peter is very unimpressed. ‘trouble.’

you double down and wrap your arms around ethan’s neck, he shows distress instantly. ‘ah, ah, ah. no, no, no, no thank you.’ your hold is lightly picked apart, ‘i want no involvement in this. parker, i’m doing the best i can here.’

‘get off ethan.’ you cross your arms over your chest, ‘only if ethan tel-‘

‘yes. get off me, please god get off me.’ peter’s been in a mood all day, not just with you, with everyone. and ethan wants as little as a target on him as possible, he has no active participance but he’s gonna be the one to get yelled at.

peter smirks, like he just won a point. it makes you want to super glue yourself to ethan, but you move, only because ethan asked.

‘you’ve been so grouchy today,’ you pat ethan’s arm with the back of your hand. ‘hasn’t he been grouchy today?’

ethan spins his head around, straining to hear what’s happening in the kitchen. ‘did you hear that? i think someone’s calling me.’ he’s gone in a flash, peter stares at your face.

‘we don’t use friends as pawns. it’s not nice.’

you scoff, mumbling your words like a child. ‘you’re not nice.’

peter sighs before rubbing at his brow bone. ‘i’m sorry, trouble. i didn’t sleep good last night, i’ve been grumpy all day.’

peter’s not going to outwardly blame you, but you know he’s referring to your constant tossing and turning and cuddles. each time he got comfortable, you’d switch it up on him.

‘wanna take a nap? i won’t join if you want some alone time, you can spread out.’ peter shakes his head, the idea appalled him. ‘we’ll go have a nap, yes.’

[prdrys]

—# beneath the surface | v. schoenheit

desc: the best way to unwind after a day is with you.

—c. warnings: none, just fluff. (a little bit of angst, as well. but it has to go bad before it can get gud! 😋) ooc (?)

—a. notes: messing around w/ the layouts of my posts, so expect things looking a bit funky for a while…

as much as vil liked getting up in the morning, feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep and preparing for the day ahead, there was nothing more he loved even more than unwinding after the day with you.

it was a wonderful moment of peacefulness in his rather packed life. from constant incoming calls of potential photoshoots and movie roles to performing his role as dormleader, vil always knew he could always come back to you after a hard day’s work.

well, most of time.

“what do you mean you can’t come over today?”

vil’s mood dampened at your sudden disclosure of information, a sour expression coming over his face as he stood in front of you.

he wouldn’t say he was sulking, but he was definitely sulking.

from the way his bottom lip slightly pushed forward, to how he crossed his arms over his chest as he huffed, and how his eyebrows furrowed together. it was quite obvious vil was pouting.

well, to you, at least.

to others, it was probably his usual displeased expression he’d show whenever upset.

but, it was cute nonetheless.

and as you gazed at his expression, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly with a soft smile, before you placed your hands on his shoulders with a reassuring squeeze.

“aww, c’mon, vil. it’ll be just this once, promise. and if not, i’ll make it up to you teeen times over when i have the free time~”

vil silently huffed once again, his expression souring even more at your words as he removed your hands off his shoulders and enveloped them in his.

and while although you were right, it was just this once, and he would have brushed it off and said alright if it was a normal day.

but today… he needed you today.

“oh!”

your eyes widened as you yelped in surprise when vil suddenly pulled you into his embrace, his hands clutching your shoulders tightly while his arms wrapped securely over your back.

he buries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your warmth with a sigh, and despite having to hunch over awkwardly to reach your height, vil still felt comfortable anyways.

“can i be selfish…” he mumbles into your neck, his own voice sound oddly vulnerable to him as he speaks, “just for today?”

“have you prioritize me, over everything else… just for today?” he asks.

the question sounded… as it was, selfish.

vil knew you probably had something better to do than to tend to his sulking, which he’ll now admit, much to his chagrin.

but, today felt… hard, in particular.

he doesn’t usually complain, or at all, about himself. so, even to him, it was odd of him to ask you of this, to have you tend to him than for him to tend to you.

ah, maybe he should take it back now.

he could feel that ugly feeling in his chest again.

but…

“ahaha! is that what this is about?”

…your laughter seemed to quell and cut through that unpleasantness that stormed inside vil’s chest as you pulled back from his embrace, that ever warming smile still adorning your face as you gazed at him with such kindness he never truly understood someone could have.

replacing that feeling in his chest with something more warm, one that bubbled softly with affection and love he wished to express to you in the best way possible than what he already can now, one that showed how beautiful his feelings for you and your feelings for him are.

“vil wants me to spoil him today, is that what he wants?~”

and that is all he wants for today.

vil huffs, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looks away bashfully, but with a light smile nonetheless.

“yes.”

your hands felt like wondrous silk as they glide and massage vil’s skin, the moisturizer he had obtained from azul making the experience much more pleasurable as you gently worked the product into his skin.

vil was sitting down with you standing between his legs, delightedly doing his own skin care for him just because.

it was times like these that vil cherished. where his only worry was you, and you alone. not everyone else and what they think, nor the public, or his fans, or manager.

it was just you, and him, ending the day and unwinding in each others presence.

“y’know, this moisturizer’s really good.” you commented, giving vil’s face a few light pats as you finished rubbing the moisturizer into his skin.

“yes, very.” vil sighed, “azul made it for me, i’ve been using the product ever since.”

“is that so.” you deadpanned, recounting the few times you’ve baited one of the tweels (mostly floyd. he is not amused) into providing azul the main ingredient for said moisturizer in exchange for something in return.

“speaking of skin,” vil chimed, “your skin looks a bit dull. have you been keeping up your skin care?”

from the way you flinched at the question, vil already knew the answer and sighed.

—post note: i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a good year. 🤡

[carmenberzattosgf]

hi it’s 💫 again so sorry for flooding your inbox i just have too much time on my hands so let’s chat about needy carmen :)

he’s definitely a little shy about it at the beginning of the relationship. long, lingering stares and fidgeting with his hands. would probably try playing it cool until he knows you’re in the mood too.

once he’s more confident and comfortable, his hands would be on your waist and hips. giving you ‘please fuck me’ eyes. if he’s not THAT needy he’d be a little silly i think saying shit like “baby please, you just look too good!” “giving me blue balls—im kidding, im kidding! yeesh☺️”

if he is super needy though…he’s cuddled up into your side like he’s trying to melt into you, lips curled into a little frown. “can i have you?” “need you…missed you so much today” “baby just need you so bad”

I told you never apologize for flooding my ask box! Your stuff makes my brain go brrr like AH. ilysm and I love how you think about Carmy!

needy Carmen. Yes. Now that he’s in a relationship he just wants you so bad. Like all the time. He’s had so few romantic relationships he’s still learning how to balance it all.

But! He’s so shy at first he doesn’t know if you are feeling up to it right now and he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. That leads to him not so subtly staring you down while you sit on the couch in his apartment, scrolling through your phone while a show plays in the background.

The first thing you notice is his knee bouncing up and down rapidly. Next his staring becomes more apparent, and the way he’s fighting with his fingertips.

“Something wrong, Carm?” He blinks at your words. Almost like he’s caught off guard himself.

“W-what? No. I’m fine.”

“You sure about that?” You lean closer to him, letting your hand rest on his knee, soothing its shaking. “What is it, baby?”

“Fuck—“ A strangled groan leaves his throat. Your eyes dart down to the bulge growing in his sweatpants. You crawl over him, letting your knees part so you can straddle his hips. Carmy’s hands settle on your waist, holding on tight.

“You want me? Is that why you’re all tense? You gotta tell me before you get like this, sweetheart.”

“W-want you. Please.”

The longer you and Carmen date though, the more confident he becomes. He’s completely unashamed of how much he loves you… and your cunt. Carmy gets sooooo pussy drunk it’s not even funny.

When he catches you all dressed up for a work event, he can’t keep his hands off of you. “Fucking hell— you’re so pretty,” he mumbles into the skin of your neck, pressing you into the bathroom counter where you were getting ready.

“Carm— I need to go I’m going to be late.”

“C’mon, baby. I’ll be fast. I can make you cum in five minutes. I won’t let anything get on your clothes. I promise. Please.” His hand slips underneath your dress, pressing against your soaked underwear. “You’re already soaked for me. Let me make you feel good. Please, baby.”

Carmen is indeed fast. He bends you over the bathroom counter and pounds onto you like there’s no tomorrow. His fingers work fast on your bud, drawing fast circles. He also doesn’t let anything get in your clothes because as soon as he cums inside of you, he falls to his knees to clean you up with his tongue.

Now while his confidence grows in your relationship, he also becomes more okay with just how needy he actually is. He just loves your touch. He loves how your skin feels against his. How you two fit together perfectly.

On this particular day, Carmen has the day off, while you don’t. You get home late to Carmen already in bed. Thinking he’s asleep, you walk over to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers, ready to go to sleep.

However, that’s when Carmen rolls over and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your skin. “Missed you today.” He’s basically melting into you, desperate to be touching as much of you as possible. “Don’t like it when you’re not here.”

“I know, baby. I couldn’t get anyone to cover for me.”

“C-can I have you?” The desperation in his words draws your attention to the hardness poking into your ass. Little whimpers leave his mouth as his hips naturally rock into you. “Need you so bad, please. Missed you so much.”

“Carm, have you been like this all day?” He nods his head against your shoulder blade.

“I—uh. I had a dream about you, but when I woke up you had already left. I didn’t want to get off without you. Wanted you— wanted your cunt.”

“You have me, baby. Go ahead.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love you so much.” His hands shake as he pulls down your underwear and then his own. Carmy doesn’t waste time to take off your shirt, he just needs to be inside you.

Carmy fucks you slow. His pace isn’t hurried, focusing more on deep thrusts. The entire time he’s flooding your ear with praise. “F-fuck, baby. So fucking good. You’re so good to me. I-it’s like I’m made for you—“ He whines when you press on the small of his back, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you. He hits a spot that makes stars explode across your vision.

“Carmy— shit! Please, right there. Just like that, fuck—“ you weave your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots. Carmy’s slow messy pace continues, but it’s perfect. His thumb begins to circle your clit as his cock keeps hitting deep inside you.

“I-I’m getting close baby— love you. Fuck. I love you so much. Going to fill you up till you’re dripping. You’re mine, my beautiful girl.”

“Y-yours, Carm. Always yours.”

And yes he cums inside of you and you cockwarm him to sleep. Ain’t no way he’s going to pull out of you now. You couldn’t care less. With Carmen on top of you like this, you’ve never felt more safe. Clean up can wait till the morning

[red-dead-sakharine]

Tickles - Part 7

Raphael x Tav, RaphaelPOV, soft!raphael, gn!tav, fluff, hurt/comfort, body worship, conflicted!cambion

Part 1 | P 2 | P 3 & 4 | P 5 | P 6 | P 7 | | P 8

Raphael sat at his desk in the boudoir. He had sent Korrilla to to keep an eye on the adventurers again. While he had an avid interest in keeping them alive before, his investment has now skyrocketed to new heights. The mere thought of losing his little mouse has become unbearable to him.

He wrinkled his nose. The fact that he had become so... attached to this mortal bothered him somewhat. It was a weakness. It was un-devil-like. It was pathetic. That was his fiend blood talking, and he knew it. His mortal side longed for Tav's affection. Their touch. Their understanding. He's had a long and difficult life. But never in all his years, has he felt as whole as he did last night, when his little mouse held him tight and told him he was perfect. He had craved this. And he feared it. And he hated it. The thought of killing the mouse crossed his mind. It would prevent him from more mistakes. From indulging in this weakness. But he could not bear the thought.

He sighed. No matter how much his father's blood rebelled against it, he would keep his mouse safe. And once the brain was defeated and he had the crown, he would keep them close and never let go again.

He threw a glance at the clock, almost midnight. His fingers drummed impatiently on the desk - just once. But that already was something that irked him. It was unlike him to be restless. When you live for thousands of years, you perceive time differently. But today he was eager to act, but he had to wait for the right moment and it made him antsy. A feeling he rarely experienced.

Finally, a knock on the door frame announced Korrilla. Raphael's insides were doing handsprings, but he kept his composure and projected a picture of calm superiority on the outside. Though as the dwarf approached, his nose wrinkled again, "What is that smell?"

"Your favorite misadventurers have been trudging threw the sewers all day." Korrilla grumbled slightly.

"Ah." That explained things. "I take it, they are back at the tavern now?"

The dwarf nodded, "Yes. When I left them, they were fighting over the rights to the bathtub."

The devil's nose flared in disgruntlement. This would mean he'd have to wait even longer for them to all get to sleep. He tried not to let his frustration show, "Did anything of note happen today?" "They seem to have found the entrance to the temple of Bhaal but couldn't get through the door." Korrilla reported. Raphael hummed in acknowledgement, "They'll figure it out, I'm sure. Good work." he waved the warlock off, and she nodded and left. No doubt to go burn her clothes. That sewer stench would never get out.

The devil's fingers drummed on the desk once more. How could a day feel so impossibly long?

He waited several more hours - the finger drumming on the desk slowly increased in frequency as the night dragged out. In the early morning hours, Raphael finally stood up. Surely, the tadpoled mortals have had enough time now to get clean and fall asleep.

Still, to not end up in another embarrassing disaster, he decided to appear outside their room. And so he did. With a flash of fire and ash, he appeared right in front of the door to their room in the elfsong tavern. The place was quiet for the most part. He could hear some drunkards from below, but at this time of night most of the merry folks had already passed out. He cautiously put his ear to the door. Nothing. Good. Slowly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. He scanned the room for the vampire spawn, but he wasn't there. Probably out feeding. Next he looked for the animals. He didn't see them at first, but a few steps further into the room, he spotted them: Curled up at the foot of the tiefling's bed. A quiet spell later he could be sure they wouldn't wake, and disrupt him.

Now for the reason he was here...

[mood music]

He turned to where he had been during his first visit, and there they were. His little mouse. He quietly moved over to them - and frowned. There was a bruise on Tav's face, that hadn't been there last time he saw them. Who dared to hurt you, mouse!? He was angry at whoever caused the damage, but he was also quite confident that the culprit was already dead. His favorite mortal probably cut their way through several Bhaal cultists today. The thought made him smile. He made a mental note to try and watch from the shadows sometime. He found the image of his mouse covered in the blood of their enemies incredibly arousing.

He took a deep breath and shook the thought off, though. This was not why he was here. He knelt down in front of Tav's bed and looked them over. They were lying belly-down, the uninjured side of their face squished against the pillow. It looked a bit funny, but also incredibly endearing to the fiend. He smiled at the picture and just drank it in for a while.

When he had memorized every detail of the sight, he began to act. He gently pulled the blanket down to their waist and snaked his fingers below the nightshirt. He leaned in, hoping the mortal would smell his perfume, and he whispered every so quietly into their ear, "O apple of my eye..." He meant to wake them as gently as he could, to avoid repeating that calamity from last time. His fingers gently stroked Tav's back. He enjoyed the feeling of their skin. Soft. Vulnerable. A few battle scars here and there, that told tales of victory and prowess. "Little mouse... I'm in your house." he whispered and smirked at his own rhyme. His fingers ran across their shoulders, one by one, tracing the shoulder blades. "You're so fast asleep, little mouse, you don't even wake at this..." He whispered against their ear, and his fingers traced back down their spine. Perhaps they are too exhausted. It didn't matter. He kept caressing their back, their sides. And he looked at their face. That beautiful - squished - face, looking so peaceful and without worry. Looking so kissable. He leaned in, "Little mouse, you're such a sight." His words were barely audible, and he followed them with a gentle kiss to Tav's cheek.

That finally caused them to stir. They inhaled deeply, and without even opening their eyes, a smile formed on their lips, "Raphael?" they mumbled into their pillow. He smirked to himself. They knew his smell. "Yes, little mouse. I was in the area and thought, I'll stop by..." he lied in a whisper, and stroked their back gently. Their smile widened, "Glad you did." they mumbled sleepily. He brought his face close to theirs and placed another kiss on their temple, "Just relax, sweetling." And they sighed happily. His hand moved up to run through Tav's hair. Another sigh. He could not help himself but to place another kiss on their cheekbone, and their smile grew even wider. They liked what he did. He felt proud and happy. He caused them to feel good, and it was his accomplishment.

His hand trailed down their back. Now that Tav was at least somewhat awake, he became more daring. He placed his hand at their waistband and waited - an unspoken request, like the ones before. He looked back into Tav's face, and their eyes were open now. Looking at him in the darkness, still smiling. He had his answer. His hand slid down into their pants, gently stroking over their butt cheeks, one by one. The mortal's eyes closed again. Enjoying the attention.

His heart swelled with pride. Never would he have thought that he'd feel so good, just from causing some mortal pleasant feelings. But he did. He felt elated to be the cause of their happiness. And after all, this wasn't just some mortal. This was his little mouse.

For a short moment, the feral fiend inside him wanted to tear off their clothes and ravage them on the spot. But he calmed the monster and pushed it away. This was not why he was here. His fingertips ghosted over the mouse's rear, and he heard them sigh. It made him feel so good. This was better than a short moment of sexual relief. This was... soft.

He began to like soft.

He looked back into Tav's face and they were still smiling. Likely drifting somewhere between waking and sleeping. He would be gone by the time they woke up in the morning. Perhaps they will think this was all a dream. He wasn't sure if he liked that idea, or if he wanted them to remember his visit. He pondered over it, while he continued to caress their butt cheeks, then their back again. Trailing down their right arm - the only one he could reach. His kissed their hand. Another sigh. He trailed kisses up their arm. That happy smile never left their face. Their beautiful face. He leaned in again to place a kiss on their bruised jaw. They hummed. Another on their cheek. The smile grew larger again. Another on their temple. On their nose. And after a moment's hesitation, on their lips. They kissed back lightly. Obviously more asleep than awake, but still reacting to his touch. He was filled with love. He kept going, gently stroking and kissing them, until the sun poked their first rays of light into the room.

He finally stood up to leave. But he hesitated. He wanted them to know, he decided. He wanted them to know, it wasn't just a dream. He used his powers to nick a single rose from a bouquet he had in the devil's den. It appeared between his fingers, and he left it on Tav's bedside table.

Then he bent down to place a parting kiss on Tav's cheek, and pulled their covers back up to their shoulders. He drank in the picture for a few more moments before he vanished. Leaving behind the smell of his perfume, ash and sulfur.

His heart sang with delight,

he had enjoyed this night.

👉 Part 8

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Arachnophilia: (Part Seventeen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

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Content: Mostly relationship fluff + some worldbuilding. Also Peter content.

Word count: 4890

It was early morning once more, and today light was streaming in through every hole in the nest. The sun was bright and high over the canopy in a sea of pale blue, sitting in an sky barely touched by clouds. It was quiet, calm, even verging on warm, with the morning heat creating a low mist across the grass.

You liked to believe the weather was a reflection of your mood, because today you were finally taking Mig with you to the Society. You were elated, almost giddy, but him? Not so much.

‘Ogh. Look at you. So handsome!’

You grinned up at Mig as he paced about the nest, his eyes solely focused on his chest. His usually bare torso had been covered by a single, plain white shirt, and he seemed to be struggling with the sensation.

‘Mm… It has been, far too long since I had to put one of these on. How do you wear these all the time?’ he grumbled. He kept pulling on the shirt, awkwardly shifting it in and out of place. You were trying to not get distracted by how tight it was. You’d gotten the largest size you could, but it was still sticking quite close to his chest and shoulders, the smooth white fabric perfectly highlighting the rounded pounds of his pecs.

It was rather unfair, really, how you teased him for his constant ogling. You weren’t any better. He was just so damn pretty, with the plain white sitting on his warm skin, hugging his hefty chest.

‘You’ll get used to it’ you reassured him, ‘I did argue with them about the clothing but… they said, you know, society protocol. No shirtlessness. Not even for this most beautiful of men.’

Miguel shot you a smile to acknowledge your praise. ‘Yes. I should have suspected it would not be easy. Still, I appreciate you trying, mi tesoro.’

With those dreary words he crept forward to comfort himself with your touch. His forelegs pulled you in and clutched you to his abdomen, and you nestled back so tight that the fluff went up your nose and caused you to sneeze.  

‘Aw—Mi arañita, qué menso eres’ he murmured affectionately.

‘Mean’ you retorted.

He was purring now, his abdomen vibrating and rustling with joy. ‘I will be grateful to have you with me’ he said as he brushed your suit down. It wasn’t dirty, he’d just gone so long without clothes that he assumed you brushing off his shirt was a sign of affection, and he wanted to return it. ‘I would never have gone alone, even if the offer was made again.’

‘I’ll be there the whole time, I promise’ you said. As Mig smiled you sealed that promise with a kiss to his claws. ‘And if Miguel tries anything, I’ll rip his claws out one by one. I promise that too.’

You saw Mig’s smile falter a little. ‘Ah. Yes. Him. He will, be there as well.’

Your smile dipped too. You were trying to joke about the situation but you both knew, deep down, how strange everything had gotten.

There was a tension between all three of you, one that was strange and multilayered in ways you couldn’t discern beyond a constant, simmering, anxiety inducing pressure.

Miguel had remained on watch at your nest after the first time you mated in front of him, and for two days while you prepped he’d stuck to his stubborn word and remained. He’d mostly stayed outside, only coming in occasionally to ensure you were being ‘safe’ as he put it, but he never spoke a single word to either of you.

The only thing you’d noticed is that his eyes, when they fell on you, were no longer cold; they were burning hot, simmering and seething, filled with something unspeakably strong.

You shuddered at the thought.

Luckily Miguel was gone today as you were visiting the HQ, so he could monitor you there, but it felt like his presence was always hanging over your head.

‘Alright. Come on. Let’s go’ you said, gently urging him to follow you with a tap to his belly. For a moment he hesitated, his little paws tapping back and forth on the nest floor, but it was only for a moment. With your face beaming and urging him on he reluctantly followed.

You’d been prepared for Mig to struggle with the portal. He’d never gone through one before and everyone struggled at first, so you were as patient as possible with the big guy.

You just hadn’t expected how badly he’d take it.

The moment you stepped through the lack of weight and gravity seemed to throw him totally off balance. You were used to keeping with the flow, to angling your body so that you flowed seamlessly through the void of space time and out the other end, but Mig didn’t have that.

He immediately crashed into you and sent you both hurtling through the portal at a speed you could not keep up with.

You both rolled out of the portal at max velocity, his enormous body crashing into the HQ floor with such force that it cracked. In the safe, fluffy grip of his legs you were thankfully unharmed, but it didn’t stop you from being dazed. As he tumbled to a stop you gasped.

‘AH—Fuck, oh Mig I am so sorry, I should have done a trial run of—oh god—’

You tried to scramble out of his grip to check on him but he refused to let go. He was terrifyingly strong, with his spider legs folded in tight to his belly, pinning you to his abdominal underbelly.

‘Mig? Mig?’ you panted.

‘Mmm.’

His low groan vibrated right down to your core, and you nearly cried with relief. ‘Oh, Miggy. Are you okay?’

‘I did not enjoy that’ he said bluntly. You managed another breathy laugh. ‘No, no, I can tell.’

As his legs slowly loosened you crawled out from his grip and stumbled to the floor on all fours. You glanced up.

To your horror, hundreds of spiders were perched on every surface available, all of them staring directly at you. It was a sea of suits, a sea of bodies and eyes, all staring with a mix of disgust and curiosity. You turned and immediately patted Mig, urging him to stand.

‘Mig—Babe, uh—’

‘Argh—my, legs—who designed these portals?’ Mig grunted. He was struggling to stand as he unfolded his long legs. ‘They are not safe, didn’t you say there were quite young spiders who—’

A wide-ranging, multi layered gasp of horror momentarily interrupted Mig’s grumbling, finally drawing him to look around. Everyone was in a defensive position, their eyes trained on his body. You instinctively sank against his side.

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay’ you whispered to him. You could see his eyes sinking already. He tried to step forward, his claws outstretched, but when every spider jolted in fear he froze up.

‘Hey! Sorry, guys, don’t um—he’s safe, he’s fine’ you cried. You impulsively stepped forward with your hands raised, hoping to de-escalate the situation. ‘This is—Miguel, or uh, Mig? If that’s easier, he’s a variant, he’s safe! He’s fine!’

To your continued discomfort, nobody said or did anything.

‘Hey! You two!’

You turned to see Jess making her way through the ogling crowd. She seemed to be trying her best to ignore them. ‘There you are, you—did you break the floor? My lord—never mind. So, obviously you guys know about the mandatory work you gotta do before you can be sent on missions?’

You awkwardly nodded in response, but Mig was too fixated on the crowd staring him down. You’d never seen him look so small.

‘Okay, good’ Jess said, ignoring Mig’s discomfort. She just ticked a few boxes on her hologram. ‘You have a few today, just—do your best, you’ll be fine. I just needed to give you this to fill out for HR and then you can get to work.’

She handed you a pile of papers before turning back into the crowd. She paused briefly to gage the amount of spiders and their curious eyes.

‘HEY! What are we, a circus? Do none of you have work to do?’ she yelled. The overtone of her voice quickly scattered the spiders as they flung themselves in all directions, and with a huff she followed after them. You and Mig were left alone.

‘A whole… new world.’

You looked up to see Mig murmuring to himself. His eyes were fixed on the building, on the view of the world beyond the big glass walls. He shone with a deep melancholia.

‘A whole, new world. And… everything is the same.’

Your heart sank. You shyly took his paw in yours.

‘Well, that was… a bad start, but, it’ll get better. It’ll be fine. We’ll be-- fine’ you said.

…

You were wrong. The rest of the day wasn’t much better.

You had certain activities you had to finish before you were cleared. The society wasn’t a workplace, but it functioned like one, and you were constantly in life-or-death situations. That meant all relationships needs to be safe.

You were expected to do three things: mandatory couples therapy, de-escalation and crisis training, and monthly reviews with an elite.

All of them went terribly.

You went to HR to hand in your forms and found only one person waiting at the desk. They were curt, almost rude, rushing through your paperwork, and after leaving you peered through the door only to find six other people had been hiding behind desks. You heard them gossiping and left in shame.

At your first de-escalation training for couples, you couldn’t even fit Mig through the front door, and you were forced to both sit in the hallway with the door half open to listen in. Every other couple there barely focused on the course; they just stared at you both, making little whispers and comments to each other.

You ended up failing that session due to Mig’s heightened anxiety. Any mention of a scenario where you were hurt caused him to panic and clutch you close, with his fangs overproducing venom as a protection tactic. They had to tape off the area as a hazardous spill zone. More mess, more eyes, more morbid curiosity.

Even your mandated therapy was unbearably awkward. The therapist assigned kept making suggestive questions regarding your safety, your wellbeing, questioning if Mig had some kind of fetishistic problem.

It wasn’t just Mig though, or at least, not just his body. People were clearly fixated on your closeness.

At the start of the day you were as physically affectionate as you usually were, since that’s what you were used to. You kissed his claws and he held you with his forelegs, he would scratch your head and you would hold his hand.

But you could see, now, the overt morbid curiosity in those around you. Even when you tried to find time alone, either in corridor corners or darker rooms, you kept spotting people staring.

As the day wound on you got more and more stingy with your affection. Mig kept dropping your hand to avoid people staring at you, and you had to hide your kisses when they happened.

With every activity you attended you felt a little isolated, a little less welcome. You hadn’t expected it to be easy, or even good, but you just hadn’t anticipated how bad it would feel. You began to feel guilty for doing this to Mig.

After your last therapy session, you began making your way through the lobby together. It was here, whilst making small talk and enjoying the brief moment of solitude, that you felt the hair on your nape stand up. You turned.

Miguel was up in the rafters above, his masked eyes following your every move. In the shadows you could only see the deep, sharp red lines of his suit as they shifted.

‘You—fuck.’

With a hiss you turned and sped forward. Mig rushed to catch up.

‘Ah—arañita?’

‘It’s all him’ you hissed angrily. ‘It’s all- him! He’s spread it everywhere, because he’s trying to embarrass us into giving up!’

‘Who? You mean—’ Mig paused midsentence. He didn’t need to say it; he knew who you meant. You hurried into a small, darkened corridor between two other meetings rooms, a space where you could avoid any prying eyes.

‘That—fucking, asshole’ you whisper shouted. Mig squished himself into the tight space and tried to grab you for comfort, but you were too busy pacing. ‘Fucking—Who does he think he is? Why won’t anyone say anything to him?!’

‘Mi tesoro’ Mig whispered back. ‘what is it? What do you mean?’

‘He—’ you paused to breath as you felt that guilty tug in your gut once more. ‘I’m so sorry, Mig, I—I knew this would happen. I knew it. Miguel knew I wanted you to join, and he said he—he said if he did let you in, he’d make sure we, quote, would learn why he keeps his relationships private. Obviously he wants you to feel unwelcome.’

‘Ah—yes, that—sounds like something he would do’ Mig said slowly.

‘I’m so sorry, I really—I wanted you to feel better’ you stammered. ‘I wanted you feel, just… I don’t know. I wanted something. I wanted the OPPOSITE of this!’

‘Hey, hey, arañita. It’s okay’ he said softly. As his foreleg gripped your arm you felt a wave of hopelessness wash over you.

‘Is it okay?’ you whispered back. ‘Is it? Are you okay? After what he’s done?’

Mig opened his mouth, but no words came out. You could see it in the dim light; the flash of his red eyes as they drooped and narrowed, the way he looked down and to the side out of shame.

Not one person besides you had even acted neutral to him. They’d all treated him like an animal, a monster, without shame.

You didn’t want to call this effort a failure. He deserved to be loved, to be valued, to be heard, but how did you do that?

Something had to change. Even just one thing. You closed your eyes and sighed.

‘HI!’

You and Mig both jumped in unison as someone’s cheery voice erupted right against your ears.

Mig launched himself into protection mode. With his fangs bared and his claws spread he pushed you to his back, but it was you who stepped in to call him off when you realized who the assailant was.

‘No, no, wait—I know him!’ you stammered.

Mig obediently stayed his hand when told, and after checking you were safe he turned to the speaker.

Peter B was standing on the ceiling, his head upside but more or less at the same height as Mig’s. He beamed at you both. ‘Shoot, sorry—did I scare you guys? Wow that feels weird, me scaring the big spider’ he blurted in his usual chatty tone. You stepped forward to greet him.

‘Ah, hi! You’re uh—Peter, right? I mean that’s half the people here but—’

‘My name is Peter, yes, and as you just pointed out that’s really a lucky guess, but I’m ASSUMING what you mean is I’m Peter Peter, the uh—’

‘The sad one’ you said, far blunter than you’d usually be. He beamed and snapped his fingers.

‘There it is! Yes, that’s me. Or I was.’

‘R-Right. Well, um-- Hi! Can we, help you, with anything?’ you asked. You could sense Mig was still a bit tense, so you decided to step in and speak in his place.

Peter dropped to the floor with an oomph before responding. ‘Ah—well, sort of. I’m not here on an errand though’ he cheerily explained as he stretched. You raised a brow.

‘You’re not?’

‘Nope! I’m here for—him!’ With a gleeful squeal Peter turned to Mig, his eyes eagerly running up every inch of the man’s body. You saw Mig tapping his paws in confusion.

‘Have I- done, something offensive?’ Mig murmured awkwardly.

‘Oh, he’s exactly like I thought he’d be’ Peter cooed. ‘He’s so awkward! No, you haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted to see if I could uh, tag along with you guys for a bit.’

‘You did?’ you and Mig both said in unison.

‘Oh you’re adorable’ Peter said with a dramatic sigh. ‘You’re both so… well, whatever. You don’t need me fawning over you. But yes! Obviously! Who wouldn’t wanna learn more about the Miguel variant with the spider body? I wanna hear everything!’

‘You do?’ You and Mig repeated together.

‘Yeah! I—look, I feel bad at how strict the others are being on you two. I mean I don’t get it, the whole, spider thing, I mean he is very handsome but the spider is a bit of a deal breaker for me. But I’m just like, hey, good for you guys, you know? Good that it works for you!’

You blinked in surprise as Peter continued to ramble.

‘Plus, look, uh—my wife, Mary, she—well, she’s pregnant!’ he squealed, ‘like, right now! Ah! And I don’t have anyone but Jess to talk to about relationships and I mean she’s always so busy, and Miguel can’t hear about baby stuff, but YOU two! You guys, I can talk to! So, can I? Can I uh—hang around for a bit?’

You glanced at Mig, expecting to see the same hesitation on his face as you felt in yours, only to find him utterly elated. He looked so happy.

‘Ah—yes, of course’ he stammered, his enormous abdomen shifting and vibrating. ‘Of course, a-absolutely. Let us, talk.’

Peter clapped his hands with joy, and you realized you had no other option.

‘GREAT! You guys wanna see the canteen?’

…

‘And I swear, I begged for HOURS, but Mary just wouldn’t come around to it! I said come on, what’s the worst thing that’s ever happened at a gender reveal party?!'

You chuckled politely as Peter finished his dramatic story, a sharp contrast to Mig who was erupting with his sweet, gruff, awkward laughter.

You were sat at a booth in the HQ canteen, with Peter on one side and you on the other, while Mig was awkwardly folded on the floor at the tables head. You’d tried to make room but there just wasn’t space.

You knew everyone was staring at you. You knew they were keeping their heads down so you didn’t suspect them of listening in, even though it was obvious they were. Even the people serving in the kitchen were craning their necks over the counters to watch.

You sank a little deeper into your chair.

‘Your mate sounds very responsible’ Mig said. He shuffled a little as a couple of people had to hop over his body to get around the corridor. ‘Ah—and it is, wonderful to hear your attempts to have offspring were successful. I don’t blame you for being excited. I would be, inconsolable in your position, from joy that is.’

‘Right! I’m just excited, like come on’ Peter said loudly as he grabbed a fry from his plate. ‘Like I was scared, you know? Who knows what my weird spider genes will do! It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.’

‘Yes. I worried about the same things’ Mig said softly. ‘With my biology being so… poorly constructred, I often lie awake wondering what I would create. But it is hard, to deny yourself something when it is so… close, to your heart. It is what I always wanted, and I know many like us feel that way.’

‘Oh—yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive’ Peter whispered. Mig shook his head.

‘No, no. As mi tesoro says, we’re all strange on the inside.’ Mig turned to you with a smile as he spoke, and you returned it.

‘Right! Sorry, sorry, ah— enough about me though, I have so many questions for YOU. How DID you two meet?’ Peter asked as he folded his hands over the table.

‘Oh, that is an interesting story. Mi arañita, do you—’ Mig turned and gestured with his claws, politely offering you the chance to step in. You quickly swallowed the single fries serving you’d ordered and tried to respond.

‘Oh—oh! Right, um—I was sent to fix an anomaly in his universe, it was my first proper mission and I uh… I, botched it, pretty badly.’

‘Don’t say that arañita, you did well considering the circumstances’ Mig cooed. You waved him off.

‘Yeah, yeah. Well, I messed up and needed help, everyone was busy but I remembered Miguel saying he had a variant in that universe. He said not to reach out, but, I did. And I met Mig.’

‘Yes, I—found them cowering beneath a tree. Such a handsome creature, I thought. So pretty. Que chula, that’s all I could say. I was so attracted I momentarily forgot that they likely would try to kill me out of fear’ Mig dreamily reminisced. Despite your anxiety your smile widened.

‘Oh, you, you’re such a romantic. I could tell’ Peter added as he circled his finger at Mig.

‘Anyway, they—did not hurt me, which I was glad of. I helped heal them and fixed their web shooter, and, they offered to return. To, spend time with me. So we kept doing that and—became friends’ Mig said, finishing the brief and work-friendly version of the story.

‘Oh, that’s— nicer than I was expecting, honestly, considering how we first met you’ Peter teased.

Mig missed the teasing and responded bluntly. ‘Yes! Well, that is the first half. After that, one day they happened to visit while I was rutting, and when I pleaded to mate them, they agreed. We became a mated pair from then on, which is why they were hiding at my house, the poor thing went into quite a severe heat due to my presence.’ His soft, satisfied smile never wavered as he recalled that day.

You could hear a pin drop in the canteen; Mig was talking, but nobody else was.

You immediately sank so low you almost fell beneath the table. Oh god, you thought, why. Why. Why. Why did he have to be so blunt.

You’d shown off in front of Miguel in relative private, sure, but this was different. That was to humiliate him. It made you feel powerful to be in Mig’s arms, beneath his body, but the eyes on you were turning that power to shame.

Peter maintained his smile, but you could see he was a little surprised at the blunt swerve in conversational tone. ‘I—I mean I wasn’t gonna ask about it, you know, it’s rude’ he stammered. ‘You don’t seem like a man who’d kiss and tell—’

‘You mean the mating?’ Mig asked. You shrank into your seat as his words echoed.

‘Ah—yes, the—is that what you call it?’

‘Is that not what it is?’ Mig asked as he tilted his head. ‘I believe that is the proper term. Or, do you mean, here it’s called sex? Because that is also what I meant, and I see no reason to hide it. We’re all sexually mature.’

You noticed Peter stifling laughter as he listened to Mig. Instinctively your stomach clenched; was he just here to make fun of Mig? To make fun of you both? Had you been tricked?

Luckily, Peter spoke before you could spiral further. ‘Oh, you’re so delightful! Isn’t he delightful? I can see why you like him’ he said with his finger pointed at you. ‘I wish I had the guts to say half this stuff, my god, the confidence! I love it! And I can tell he clearly likes you.’

‘Oh, they are—wonderful’ Mig purred in response. His abdomen began to vibrate as he closed his eyes, his thoughts lingering in memories of you in his arms. You gripped the table and begged for the strength to not physically slam your hand over his mouth.

‘Isn’t the size difference a little difficult though?’ Peter whispered. ‘I don’t mean to pry, but—’

‘I was worried about the same thing, but, they take me remarkably well’ Mig said calmly. You thought your teeth would crack, and yet still Peter seemed utterly unphased. ‘I always ensure that they’re not in pain and that they’re enjoying it, and I’ve never had issues.’

‘Oh, well that’s good to hear! I know it’s tough, having issues, especially in those uh—very, intimate areas, and especially I imagine when you’re uh—well, you! So, different! And so early on in a relationship, I mean my god you’re doing better than I did at this stage. You guys must really get along.’

Peter turned to you as he spoke, as if prompting you to engage with the conversation a little more. He must have noticed your silence. Unfortunately, you were still too mortified to really say much more.

‘Y-Yeah. Yeah’ you stammered, unsure of what more to say. Peter seemed to notice your hesitation; Mig did not.

‘Yes. I—I like them, a lot’ Mig said wistfully. ‘It’s not been easy, even now, adjusting to this—body, but… In truth, I feel more wanted now than I did when human. When I was, considered attractive. When I fit into places. That means the world to me. They are, priceless. Mi tesoro.’

You felt your face start to glow as Mig looked down at you in the booth. For just a moment, in that silent space with your eyes locked on, you recontextualized your embarrassment. You felt, guilt.

You were struggling with all the attention. You couldn’t deny that. You knew this was Miguel’s plan to pry you apart, to leave you at the mercy of their constant ridicule. The eyes on you, the constant judgement, it was rough.

But, seeing how happy Mig was, it made you wonder: why did you care?

He looked so happy as he gazed at you. His soft, affectionately creased eyes, his upturned lips showing the thick fangs beneath. What a pretty man.

And Peter, despite your initial reservations, didn’t seem phased at all.

When you’d had everyone’s approval, when you’d been just another replaceable spider doing everything routine and by the books, you’d been ignored. They hadn’t wanted you then, so why did it matter if they didn’t want you now?

Now, you had someone who did. Who cares that you were infatuated with a monster? At least you were wanted.

You smiled. ‘Mig, is… Wonderful, at what he does’ you said softly. ‘I really couldn’t ask for more. He’s so attentive, he—knits me suits, the pillows, and blankets, he refurbished his entire nest for me, he’s always making sure I’m well taken care of. He never raises his voice, never avoids me. I am… very, very, happy.’

The emphasis and tone you put on ‘happy’ was more than enough indication of your sincerity, and was certainly enough to put plenty of unwanted images in the heads of those listening. You didn’t care. You let them imagine, and you beamed up at the real thing.

‘PETER!’

You, Mig and Peter all turned as that chilling voice echoed through the canteen.

Miguel was walking stiffly down the canteen corridor, his eyes roaming. He seemed to be looking for someone, most likely the man he’d just called for.

‘Peter, you’re supposed to be on mission with me. You—’ Miguel paused. He looked up to see you and Mig, sitting comfortably with his friend at the table. The two people he'd been viciously targetting. The two people who had humiliated him in the worst way possible.

‘What is this?’ he hissed.

‘OH! Hey big guy, big fella, big boss man’ Peter cried back, cheery as ever. He didn’t seem to notice the tension as he hopped the back of the booth. ‘I was just making friends! I can say that, right, uh—Mig, is that what people call you? Can I use that?’

Peter spun back to Mig who, under pressure, immediately nodded. ‘Ah—yes, of course. Friends. Yes.’

‘GREAT! Great! Oh, I got two Miguel friends! I’ll catch you two around, okay?’

‘You sure will’ you replied. Peter waved you off as he clapped Miguel on the back.

‘Man those two are great. You never told me your variant was so nice! He’s hilarious!’

You could see that hot, burning anger in Miguel’s eyes even from here as Peter rambled on at him. It was barely disguised beneath his usual calm, collected expression.

You saw him realizing that, even by a small amount, his plan was failing. Mig was being treated as normal, and not by just anyone, but by someone close to him, someone who he could never let find out about your voyeuristic escapades. 

Miguel grit his teeth as he tried to find any words to say. ‘Peter, you—’

‘Come on, my god—you were so urgent a minute ago.’ Peter laughed as he dragged Miguel away by the shoulder, and while the man’s eyes lingered on you both he did not strain against Peter’s grip. He reluctantly followed.

Back at the booth, you made a choice. You crawled up onto the table, pushing the fries aside, and with both hands you grabbed Mig’s face. You turned him physically, as he’d been gazing after Peter.

You smiled up at him without a care.

‘My Mig’ you said softly, and then you kissed him. He eagerly kissed you back. In front of the whole canteen you nestled into his fluffy forelegs and let him kiss you from your forehead to your chin.

It wasn’t exactly a perfect first day, but it was good. It was enough for now. Mig had one more friend than he’d had at the start.

But you knew, deep down, Miguel wouldn’t just let this go.

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One of Those Nights: Miguel O'Hara x (Fem!)Reader

♡‧₊˚synopsis:

Fluff fic featuring Miggy!

♡‧₊˚word count:

933

♡‧₊˚genres:

domestic fluff

Huh...no wonder you'd been feeling so down. The place was a mess. Between the increased anomaly activity, and the ensuing stress at the Spider Society, you hadn't gotten to deep-clean in an embarrassingly long time. You were home, so there was no time like the present to correct that. Popping in your earbuds, you got to work scrubbing, disinfecting and organizing the place until it sparkled. You barely even noticed the time until the text got harder to read on your phone and you were forced to look up. The stars barely peeked out from behind the clouds of a dark night's sky.

Leaning on the windowsill, you rested your muscles and appreciated the cool air. Your skin was a bit sticky from all your running about the house, so the combination gave you goosebumps. But you were contented. A ballad drifted through your ears and into your mind, the singer whispering of woodlands where fairies sailed down old logs after the rain. Fantastical, yes. But you loved to dream, if even for only a little while.

You were finished for the day, so you took a shower and decided on reading before bed. Much to your surprise, you heard a portal opening long before ungodly hours. Miguel was back already?

His muscular figure was in the living room when you returned, suit deactivating as he shook his sweaty curls. When your lover turned to you, the crimson frustration in his eyes deepened to relieved mahogany.

"Ah, mi tesoro."

That was all the warning you received before he pulled you into a tight hug. Gentle nips and kisses blessed your neck and cheeks, making you giggle. "Migs, I showered already!"

"Looks like you'll have to do that again. We can go together to save time."

"How convenient."

"Mhm. I'm a genius."

His hands wandered up your shirt, caressing your stomach, sides and back. You didn't want to deny him when he was in such a tender mood, but...

"Bathtime, mister-now that you've made us both stinky."

"We're going, we're going..."

...

......

.........

"Mig?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you...fall asleep standing up?"

"No."

"Right. I definitely believe that. C'mon."

Once the water was running, you squeezed out some body wash and worked it into his skin. "Hitting the right spot?"

"Yeah."

"Did you get to eat today?"

"Mhm."

He smiled, remembering how terrible he'd been at that before you became insistent. He felt so much more clear-minded and energetic. You were always so good to him- his dear, dear sweetheart. Miguel's heart fluttered as he remembered the meals you prepared together, and his surprise at finding kind little notes in the lunch containers upon opening them. His subsequent happiness made the meals ten times better. Honestly, you were almost too much for him. For now, he'd like to enjoy the feeling of your skin under his hands. "May I wash you now?"

You beamed, a little flushed at the prospect. "Yes."

He offered you a helping hand once finished, tenderly thumbing it until you were outside. The cool of the bedroom with Miguel's heat right beside you made for a comforting sensation. As the rains began again, you turned on the amber side lamp to the left of the bed. Its warm light made for an inviting atmosphere. The only thing that would make it better, in your eyes, would be a few sweet treats.

"Want to finish the brownies?"

"Yes- definitely."

You laughed at his enthusiasm. Putting on one of his shirts, you headed down, reheated the container and returned to his arms with your prizes.

When he had a taste, it was almost as though you could see Miguel's eyes light up. Compared to when you'd met a few years ago, where he'd barely survive off of stale pre-made food, he'd come such a long way.

Selecting one, you had a bite and sighed as their soft, chocolatey goodness hit your tongue. "You know, I think these get better and better the more you eat them. Want one more?"

He nodded. But, instead of handing him the container, you held the brownie near his mouth. "Open up!"

Smirking, he obeyed, but took much longer than necessary to release your fingers.

"Hey! No eating me!"

You heard something like 'I never saw that mentioned in the contract.' and rolled your eyes. Taking your fingers out of his mouth, you flicked his cheek, washed your hands and curled up facing away from him to resume reading.

Placing his arm over you to spoon, Miguel nudged his nose against your shoulder. "'His rock-hard abs rippled in the Texan sunlight', eh?"

Shoot- he'd been reading with you? "Uuuhh..."

"Didn't know you were into cowboys, sweetheart. I'll buy us a ranch."

"Miguel! It's just a book! Let me have a little fantasy, ok?!"

You felt him shift, gliding his lips up to your neck as he whispered into it. "Wanna take me for a ride, l'il lady?"

You snorted, turning away as your giggles got the better of you. "Your accent is terrible!"

"Yeah? You try!"

"No!"

"Well then mine's better!"

"That's not how it works!"

He blew raspberries on your cheek, making you laugh outright. Past your tears of joy, you caught his smile. And when they cleared, you looked into loving, deep brown eyes that caught just a twinge of gold from the lamplight.

"Thank you for cleaning, mi alma. That and…everything you've done for me."

"You're welcome, Miguel. Let's brush our teeth and get some sleep."

And, once done, you both could at last enjoy the peace of drifting off in your lover's arms.

Author's Notes:

I've wanted to write simpler, more wholesome fics. I hope you like it!

♡‧₊˚translations:

Ah, mi tesoro- Oh, my treasure mi alma- My soul

♡‧₊˚divider:

@strangergraphics

♡‧₊˚kaomojis:

@dientesdeporcelana @whoisyen

[sadistic-cardinal]

His Mother's Nose

Copia broaches the subject of getting plastic surgery with Sister Imperator.

Word Count: 1255

Read it on A03 here:

"Come in, C." Sister Imperator looked up from her desk as she answered the gentle knock on her office door.

"Ah, yes, thank you Sister."

Came the accented voce from behind the heavy oak door as it was pushed open. A pointy nose protruded through the gap, followed by a pair of mismatched eyes, one a subtle olive green, the other an unholy shade of ice-white. Copia, her boy, steped into the office. He was a stark contrast to the confident, mincing, hip swinging performer who entertained thousands of fans every night on tour. No this was not Papa Emeritus the Fourth in his sparkly blue jacket, dripping and sparkling over his body like liquid sapphires, skipping offstage to greet her with a wry grin on his black and white skull-painted face. This wasn't even The Cardinal, in tight black pants swishing around in a vampire-esque cape like Bela Lugosi. No, this was just little Cardi with his black panda eyes, displaying his usual anxious off-stage demeanor, the leather of his gloves squeaking as he wrung his hands by his waist.

"Er..."

"Come in and sit down, boyo."

Sister said, looking at him over the top of her glasses.

"I know when you want to ask me something. Come on."

"Right, right."

He mumbled, shutting the door and making his way over to the chairs in front of her desk. Hesitating for a moment he looked between the two chairs, and Sister Imperator could practically see the cogs turning as he struggled to pick which one would be better to sit in. Both were identical: straight backed hard wood chairs with no cushions. Sister did not like her guests to spend longer than necessary, so as a rule saw no need to provide anything over the bare minimum of comfort as a seating arrangement.

"C, take that one, love."

A gentle prompt usually did the trick when he was in this sort of mood, and sure enough Copia graciously accepted her suggestion, taking a seat on the one closest to the unlit fireplace.

"Thank you, Sister."

He says, looking down at his worn double monk-strap shoes. As she followed his gaze she briefly wondered if she had seen him in anything else in the past six years, he even wore those shoes with that damn tracksuit he insisted on wearing as casual wear as often as he could get away with. On more than one occasion she had considered consining it to the bin, but knowing how particular he was about his outfits, had opted just to leave him be. Satan knew if she were to do that he would only turn up in something even worse. Nevermind. He wasn't wearing it now, opting instead for his usual red cassock, sans biretta - he had probably misplaced it somewhere and forgotten about it.

"Cardi. What brings you here today?"

She asked, snapping them both out of their thoughts. Generally if one of them doesn't start the conversation rolling they are liable to sit there for the best part of an hour daydreaming.

Copia's eyes snapped up to meet hers and he nods.

"Ah yes. So... i was thinking about this eh... this Papa thing. And my debut on stage recently. I've had a lot of time to think about it actually and you know, i think i am not looking so right with the make up and the... rest of me."

"The rest of you?"

Oh Satan below he doesn't like his vestiments. Sister closes her eyes, imagining a repeat of how long it took to design and approve Copia's Papal robes.

Weeks. Weeks it took, and they still had had to send them back for further adjustments.

Copia nods.

"Er... yes. It's...-"

"Let me stop you there." Sister interjects. "The robes cost us a small fortune. We went over and over them and you approved everything. The blue and gold. The rhinestones. The mitre...-"

"Oh no Sister! Er it's not that."

He says meekly, the tips of his ears starting to go red and radiate heat as he spoke.

"No, what it is er... is... well, me."

"You, C...? I don't... what do you mean, you?"

"Well...-"

He looks at her and gestures to himself.

"I don't really look like Papa, eh? Like a Papa. You know i have been noticing it more and more and when i put the Papal paints on too you know i see what they all mean when they say about me, you know..?"

Sister shook her head, not quite following.

Copia sighed heavily, the realisation dawning that he was not going to be able to beat around the bush.

"I look ...ah shucks... like a rat."

He says, hanging his head.

"The Sisters all say it, i know all the rumours. They're right. Look at me. Papa shouldn't be eh... a creepy... little... rat man. Maybe it is okay when i was just a Cardinal but... i am Papa. He should be strong eh? Regal, no? I guess what i am saying is i want to get the eh... the surgery to fix it."

Sister Imperator recoiled just a fraction, a wave of mixed emotions forming a hot, uncomfortable sensation in her chest. Oh her dear boy. Her poor, neurotic, shy, outcast of a boy who was so desperate for approval. He was worried he would not live up to the Papas before him, she could see that, clear as day. He did not look like a rat. Not to her. What she saw when she looked at him was the reflection of her younger self. Almost nothing of his father, Nihil, with his square jaw and mop of thick black hair. No, little Cardi was all her. Sure, he had inherited Nihil's hetrochromia, but the almond shaped eyes that looked back at her were her own. His profile in particular was the exact spitting image of her younger self; a long, elegant, pointed nose; a thin angular jaw, his brow set in a perminent determined look, no matter how much worrying he did to offset it. Combined, these features gave him an intelligent, almost bookish appearance. Far from the dimwitted brand of handsomeness his father had had in his prime. Even his mousey brown hair, now greying at the temples, that formed smooth waves when he pushed it back, was the exact shade she was naturally before she elected to bleach it. He wasn't to know what traits they shared, however. As for all she saw the exact image of herself in him, and had since he was just a boy, Copia was unaware that she was even his mother.

"Oh, C..."

She sighed, hating that he thought he had to change himself to live up to Papa. Still so much self doubt despite all his achievements as frontman.

"Please, Sister. Per Favore. I... i really would like this."

She looks at him for a long moment, not daring to betray the pain she is feeling as she looks at his pained expression, knowing just how much bravery it took for him to even broach the subject with her. "If... it will make you happy, boyo. If it will make you happy."

His smile lit up his face. Oh his sweet, handsome face, where even his crows feet and laughter lines had developed in the same places as hers.

"Thank you! Yes, thank you. You know... i... if you don't mind the suggestion maybe even you could join me...- i heard there was a two for one on!"