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pandora-writes-one-piece · 4 months ago

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 10

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The Great Pretender 10 🔞

Word Count: 4329

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: Forgive me guys, I haven't really had the time to write a lot this week, and I'll be teaching a course near the end of the month so, limited time again. I might have to stick to one weekly update instead of two. Sorry! Also, the 🔞 is for very suggestive talk. I hope you enjoy this one!

“The game is pretty simple!” Baby 5 begins, a microphone in hand. The bride has rounded up all the couples on today's guest list - there are around a dozen, from younger couples to older couples - and she's explaining the rules of the first game. Law tried to shy away from the festivities, but Baby 5 wanted her favourite cousin to enter the games. You're pretty excited about it too, it might be fun. “One of you grabs a heart-shaped balloon and writes a love message on it. I'll collect them, inflate them, and read the message. It's the job of the other half of the couple to guess which message is meant for them.”

“Oh, this is fun!” You say while reaching for the balloon.

Law takes the balloon from your hand with a smirk. “Very fun, let me.” The glint in his eyes tells you that his message will be interesting and you're both dreading and anticipating it.

Law turns his back on you when he catches you peeking at what he's writing and you stifle a giggle. When Baby 5 comes to collect the balloon, she raises her eyebrow. “You let Law write the message? Oh, this is going to be interesting.” Law smirks and you gulp.

“Alright, I have all the balloons here! Now, when I read what you think is the message for you, you come and claim your balloon, got it?” The crowd agrees and she claps excitedly. “Partners who wrote the message, no cheating!”

Law senses your excitement and he chuckles, placing his hand on your lower back and pulling you closer to him. “This is a silly game.” He says, but you notice the slight amusement in his tone.

“You don't have to pretend that it's annoying you, Law, I can see you're entertained.” You awe and clap at an older couple whose message was part of a love poem: ‘She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies.’

“Oh, I will be entertained, alright. Pay attention, sweetheart, you don't want to miss my message.” He sounds so mischievous that you have to giggle.

Baby 5 keeps reading the balloons and the messages are all heartfelt confessions and love poems. You can almost bet your savings that Law would never write something like that, and his smug smirk confirms it.

As you look at him, your heart flutters slightly in your chest and, once again, you feel like you’re part of a real relationship. Your lips are still tingling from the earlier kiss - public claim? - and, suddenly, you feel bad for having pushed him too far. His reaction was unexpected and you were only thinking about yourself in the moment. Perhaps it wasn’t your brightest move.

“Law?”

He hums softly near your ear, sending a ticklish sensation down your neck, his eyes never leave his cousin.

“I owe you an apology.” You both clap as another couple guesses the message right - ‘If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you’ - and then Law fixes his amber gaze on you with curiosity.

“Why?”

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. “I pushed too far this morning.” A light blush tints your cheeks and you look back at Baby 5 to avoid Law's piercing gaze. “We… we were both vulnerable with each other yesterday, baring our insecurities and fears and I… foolishly joked about…” You gesture around with another sigh. “Mingling.”

Law doesn't speak, and though you're still watching Baby 5, hearing her read ‘I love you more than chocolate. But please, don’t make me prove it’, you can feel his gaze burning your face.

A laughing girl walks towards Baby 5 and her girlfriend gives her a very heated kiss that gets the crowd cheering. Law pinches your chin with his index finger and thumb forcing you to look into his eyes and, for just a second, you're scared of what you're about to find there.

Which is silly, because there's only tenderness.

“Sweetheart, I love the way you push me. Trust me, it was nowhere near far enough.” He dips his head, his lips hovering just above yours. “I can read you like a book and I know when you're testing me playfully. Don't worry on my account, okay? I'll be honest if anything rubs me the wrong way, as long as you do the same.”

You nod, too stunned because he used the word love and it's still bumping around your head as if it were a ball and your brain the pinball machine.

“Oh, my.” Baby 5 has just inflated another balloon and she's giggling into the microphone. “This one is interesting.” Somehow you know this has to be Law's message and he must sense it too because you both look back at the bride, your heart hammering with such violence that you think it might just jump out and start walking on its own. “It just says: ‘Mine’” She turns the balloon towards the crowd, some laugh, some gasp, you flare up, turning beet red. Your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a gasp that turns into a giggle. This is so Law!

You take a deep breath and shake your head as you stride forward to retrieve your balloon, ignoring whistles from the crowd as they realise who wrote the message. “Oh, I should've guessed!” Baby 5 laughs as she hands you the balloon. “Look out gentlemen, I think this was more a warning than a message!”

You're still blushing as you return to Law's side, feeling all eyes on you. You especially notice a pair of flaming red ones piercing you from behind tinted sunglasses.

“Mine, Law, really?” His smirk is impossibly smug.

“I told you people shouldn't stare. Now they know.” His eyes scan the crowd and he grunts again, enveloping your waist with both arms and pulling you closer to him. “Or maybe not. Maybe I should tie that balloon to your dress so everybody gets the message.”

You giggle at his silliness - especially because nobody is paying attention to you at this point - and you playfully wrap your arms around his neck, feeling more like a couple than ever and trying to convince yourself that you’re only doing this for the sake of your ‘fake relationship’. “So I would be walking around carrying your heart, Law?” You tease him with another giggle, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape without you giving them permission to. The stare he pins you with is serious and unwavering.

“What if you already are?”

A rush of heat travels through your body at his words and you swear your heart stops for a beat, restarting again, pounding faster and harder. What? The smile on your face is quickly erased as you're trying your hardest to read Law's expression. He didn't use the signal. He didn't even say his ‘if this were true’ motto. Is he being real?

You open your mouth to answer when you're interrupted by Baby 5. “Guys, I already called everybody for the next game! Come on, you can suck face later.”

You smile wearily and let go of Law, taking his hand instead to follow her. Yet you can't stop the loud beating of your heart or shake away the kaleidoscope of butterflies swirling in your stomach.

Is this real?

-*-

You've been playing silly trust games, like walking blindfolded and only following your partner's instructions and answering quizzes with questions like, ‘what’s your partner’s favourite colour?’ or ‘what’s your partner’s favourite movie?’. Safe to say you got all of those right and passed with flying colours.

Now, Baby 5 announces yet another game and Law groans, looking at his watch. “Got somewhere else to be?” You ask with a grin. You’re actually enjoying this way too much while Law looks more miserable by the hour. Doflamingo hasn’t addressed any of you since his earlier interaction, so you’re feeling confident since everyone else takes you for a real couple who’s madly in love.

“Anywhere but here?” He smirks at you.

“I think this might be the last game, then you’re off the hook.”

“Alright, alright, everyone gather round! So for this final game, we’re going to have one partner blindfolded…” She pauses for dramatic effect and the guests cheer. “And, in complete silence,” she emphasises the words, “they’re going to have to find their better half by touch alone while navigating the crowd. Now, this is where it gets fun! I’m inviting the singles to join in on the disruption! We don’t want the game to be too easy, do we?”

Watching Doflamingo and Bellamy join the area, you tense up again. It’s time to step up your game. You’re not going to fail this. Law is also visibly tensing and you sense his uneasiness when he reaches for the blindfold and tells you to turn around.

“You’ll find me. I know you will, this is just a silly game and we’ve already proven that we’re very good at silly games.” He whispers near your ear before setting the silk material over your eyes and tying it up in a tight knot. Your head jerks back softly with the motion and you can’t help but let out a small gasp. Law notices it because in a heartbeat his lips are back near your ear. “You like that, sweetheart, being blindfolded by my hands?”

The voice!

Swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in your throat and wiping your sweaty hands on your dress, you nod slowly, not trusting your voice enough to grace him with an answer.

“Noted.” He slurs and places the lightest of kisses on your neck, making you shiver as you try to focus more on the task at hand and less on the throbbing between your thighs.

“Everybody ready?” The crowd cheers at Baby 5’s words, but you remain silent. You’re not ready. This is losing control to the extreme, and Law is not near you anymore. So you’re already feeling lost and overwhelmed, because losing control to Law is one thing, losing control, period, is another. “Begin the search for your partner, couples! Singles, disrupt!”

You take slow shallow breaths to try and calm the beating of your heart. You know there are no obstacles in the area around you, just people. A lot of people. Some bump into you, making you gasp from the sudden contact, others snicker and laugh around you to try and confuse you and it’s all too overwhelming.

Maybe you shouldn’t have done this.

“Focus, sweetheart.” You hear him somewhere to your right, so you turn in that direction.

“This is a silent game, people!” Baby 5 admonishes Law without singling him out, but it’s alright because his voice grounded you and you do as he says: you focus.

You move tentatively, small steps at a time, hoping people get out of your way before you bump them. You reach out your hands so you can try to discern guests, trying to find Law. Here, a suit, shoulders, it’s not him. Too short. “Nope.” You mutter and move forward, step by step. Your fingers grip against a tie and you dismiss another person, Law’s not wearing a tie. “Not you…”

Slowly you begin to gain your confidence back, quickly dismissing guests because you can easily feel they’re not Law. Until you bump against someone who doesn’t get out of your way. Muttering an apology, you extend your hand and find a hard, steely chest. But it’s too high. It’s not Law. “Not you.” You make a move to continue your path, but the person grips your hand before you can completely pull away. A small intake of breath parts your lips as your hand is pressed firmly against the chest again.

“Are you sure I’m not who you’re looking for, princesa?” He whispers and your legs wobble while a cold shiver runs through you. You try to remove your hand, but Doflamingo’s grip is strong. “Check again.”

“No, sir.” You wince as he grips your hand harder, but you know he won’t do anything else, you’re in public. “I’m looking for Law, not you.” You say as you pull harder and he releases you with an icy chuckle.

“Are you sure about that?” His question follows you but you pretend to ignore it as you trek forward, nerves rattled, panting breaths and wishing for this to end.

And then you feel the lightest brush of fingers against your waist. You’re not quite sure the direction it came from, but it doesn’t matter because your instincts take over and you’re drawn to Law as if you are magnets. Your hands collide against his chest and a jolt travels up your arms and settles gently in your chest. “Law.” You whine in relief as his hands remove the blindfold from your eyes.

When his gaze meets yours, you see a hint of worry in his golden eyes. “Hey, it’s over. I’ve got you.” You nod, your fingers digging into his shirt as his arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. “Lost too much control, sweetheart?”

You stifle a resigned chuckle against his chest. “I never want to play this again. I hated it.”

His presence grounds you and soothes you. His scent envelopes you in a comforting embrace while his arms pull you back into the controlled environment your mind had wandered away from. You're still basking in his comfort when Baby 5 approaches you both with a wide grin, dragging Sai by the hand. “Congratulations, you two. You won our games contest!”

“Contest?” You ask, pulling yourself away from Law with a tremendous effort.

“Yeah, silly! Maybe if you two stopped being so lost in each other, you would've actually listened to what I said.” She rolls her eyes and sighs. “You won a private photo shoot with my wedding photographer - the best in Grand Line City!” She squeals in excitement. “So go change into your formal attire for the rehearsal dinner and meet the photographer by the greenhouse in half an hour, got it?”

A photo shoot? For you two? As a couple?

Your heart warms at the prospect of keeping a memento of the wonderful time you are having with Law. But your mind tells you that it will just be a memory of something that is bound to give you heartache when you eventually fall apart.

“Sounds fun.” Law says near your ear, and his words are such a contradiction to the scowl on his lips that you can't hold back a laugh.

“You could've fooled me. We'll be there, Baby 5. Thank you.” The grunt Law exhales only makes you laugh harder.

-*-

You had previously selected the dress for the rehearsal dinner - or Nami did, actually - and it's gorgeous. The dress hugs your body perfectly with strategically placed slits to enhance your figure. Its colour makes your eyes pop and your hair stand out. It's perfect. As you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you can't help but feel a tingle of excitement at Law's reaction. He always has a compliment ready for you, but you've never looked so gorgeous as you do now.

Closing your makeup case and adding the finishing touches to your hair, you glance at the half-open zipper on the back of your dress. Maybe if you really tried you could've closed it yourself, but you decide to ask for help instead.

Today things with you and Law have been going great. You've bonded, you've kissed, you've flirted… It feels like a real relationship. Maybe… Maybe you can take this one step further, why not? You're both adults, if you like each other what's stopping you?

‘Nothing’ is the word that keeps repeating in your head as you open the bathroom door. Your heart was already thumping dramatically against your chest, but one look at Law dressed in a complete suit has you salivating on sight.

Your legs almost lose their strength when he locks eyes with you. He looks so handsome.

“You look-... - you’re beautiful.” His eyes burn into your figure and a blush creeps its way to your nose and cheeks.

“Thank you. You look very dashing yourself, Mr. Trafalgar.” You imitate a posh accent and he chuckles. Then you turn slightly. “Can you help zip me up?”

You hear a confirmation as he approaches you with large strides. You're in front of the vanity so you can see him behind you. And you're mesmerised by him. You watch his throat bob up and down as he stares at your bare back, his eyes darkening with a haze and you feel a tingle in your skin even before he raises his hands. His mere presence commands you and then you make the mistake of taking a deep breath. He smells divine.

Law's hands touch the back of your dress and his fingers are light as feathers. He's breathing near the curve of your neck and each of his rapid breaths brings a shiver down your spine, a clenching to your heart, and an ache between your thighs.

“You're driving me insane…” He murmurs against your skin and you close your eyes, the deepness of his voice enveloping you like a lover's caress. His fingers graze your back as he slowly pulls the zipper up. “You look gorgeous…” Law brushes his lips against the exposed bone at the nape of your neck. “You smell delicious…” Burying his nose in the curve of your shoulder, he takes a deep breath. “You look ready to devour.” Then he exhales near your earlobe, making you arch your neck and grip the vanity so hard with your hands, that you almost sense the wood cracking.

“Law…”

He pulls the zipper all the way up and you see him grin at you in the mirror, that particularly unhinged grin that makes you weak in the knees. “What is it, sweetheart? If you don't say what you want, how do I know what to do?”

Since his hands are no longer occupied with the zipper, he brings one of them to your belly, opening it flat against your stomach and pulling you flush against him. You can sense how much he's aroused by this moment and, judging by the ache between your legs, you're equally turned on.

But what do you want him to do?

“Law!” You whine, not sure what to ask for but wanting him to give you everything.

“Yes, sweetheart?” His hand traces patterns against your stomach and teases the underside of your breasts and, even without touching them, you can feel how hard your nipples are from all his teasing.

“I don't know what I want, just… Please!” His low chuckle caresses your ear and sets you ablaze.

“Maybe I can tell you what I want. How about that?” You can feel the deep rumble of his timbre coming from his chest vibrating against your back. His voice makes you throb and gasp and you nod. “That's good sweetheart. Open your eyes.” You do, chest already heaving from shortened breaths and cheeks slightly flushed. “You're going to watch your face in the mirror as I tell you all the things I want to do to you, got it? If you close your eyes, I'll have to punish you.” His thumb grazes your nipple again and you whine because the touch is not enough to soothe and it only serves to ignite. “I need a verbal answer.”

“Yes, Law. I got it.” You train your eyes on your expression and flush further at how vulnerable you appear. Your breath catches at the way Law's hand covers you and at how long his fingers are.

“Take a deep breath, sweetheart.” You obey. “I’m going to tell you step by step what’s been playing on my mind on repeat.” Anticipation builds in your core and you clench your fists, holding your breath “I want to start by slowly licking every inch of skin on your body, worshipping you like the goddess you are and leaving no crevice untouched. I will take extra care with your neck, learning just how sensitive you are, and leaving you breathless.” His tongue traces a sinful pattern against your neck and you gasp. “And when I slowly get to your breasts, I will roll your nipple against my tongue, take it between my teeth and bite you in a way that's going to have you dripping down your legs. You won't know if it's pain, pleasure or both. And you'll want more of it.”

Your legs start to wobble at the vivid image he’s painting. The sensuality of his words is further enhanced by his voice and his touch. Law has you under his spell and you can't - nor do you want to - break from it.

His other hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressing against your artery so he can feel it flutter under his skin, so he can sense how lost you truly are in this moment. You look at your reflection in the mirror and the throbbing between your legs only intensifies. “My hands will follow the trail my tongue creates with a gentle caress. I will have you arching your back, leaning against my touch, squirming and begging for more even before my tongue touches your clit.”

An unbridled moan escapes your lips as you think about Law's head between your thighs and you close your eyes for a beat, too lost in the moment. Law presses your neck gently and pinches your nipple making you jump and mewl. “Law!” A gasp escapes you and he smirks deviously.

“Eyes open sweetheart.”

“Fuck!” You mutter, your mouth half parted and your hands clenched into fists against your sides.

“I know, I know.” The smugness in his voice only makes you wetter and by heavens above, you need this man to touch you. “You'll be cursing too, when I place my fingers inside of you just to find out how much you need me. And how ready and willing you are for me.” He lowers his hand, his pinky going lower than your abdomen and you throb incessantly, yearning for his touch. “Hot. Tight. Slick. Taking my fingers so well.” His words brush against your ear but they might as well be caressing you everywhere. This is unbearable. You need some sort of release. He's just building you up, his flames licking higher and higher and it's taking up all the oxygen. You need more. So much more.

“Please, Law… please…”

“Yes, sweetheart. It's okay. You would behave so well, being such a good girl. You know what would happen?” You mewl a weak reply, something unintelligible even to you. “You'd come on my fingers once, and on my tongue again, until I bent you over this vanity and buried myself so deep in you that you would barely keep your eyes open.” His hot breath caresses your ear before he whispers, “And then you'd come on my cock. Twitching and squirming and taking all of me so, so well.”

Fuck, it's too much. His filthy talk is making you want to close your eyes and give in, touch yourself or rub against something to stop this ache, this need, this insane desire he keeps weaving with his sinful words. You need - want - everything! You…

“I want it all, Law.” You confess, breathless, as you turn your head to the side, facing him with hazy eyes and parted lips. Absentmindedly there's a little notification in your brain that pops up reminding you neither of you used the signal before this interaction.

But who cares?

Because Law's fingers tighten on your jaw tilting your face towards him, the hand on your stomach grips harder, fingers protruding your skin and he smirks smugly once more, though you can very well read the hunger in his eyes. “Can you handle it all?”

You nod for a second before you turn in his embrace and dig your fingers into his scalp, pulling him down to your lips into a heated kiss. He's as pent-up as you apparently, because his tongue latches immediately onto yours and his hands hoist you up, setting you on the vanity again in a repeat from last night, though this time there's no lingering hurt or unwanted vulnerability. There's not even the haze of alcohol between you.

There's just desire.

And maybe something more…

This time there will be no what-ifs. This is true. You know it, you feel it.

And it's happening.

Law's hands caress your thighs and you open your legs for him in a silent invitation. The slits of the dress are there for his use, and he doesn't hesitate. Without parting the kiss, Law's fingers travel the inside of your thigh and you moan in anticipation. You know you're soaked. You need his touch. You can practically feel the tips of his fingers near your panties…

Until Law's phone rings with a sound so loud it makes you gasp, your heart pounding harder against your chest as you both part, breathless and dishevelled.

“Fuck!” Law curses, uncharacteristically rattled, and picks up the phone with a grunt. “Baby 5, I can literally see you. We're waving at you. Open your eyes!” Then he disconnects the call, places his hands on the vanity one on each side of your legs and sighs as his eyes search yours. “We have to go…”

You're still slightly addled. Your heart is still out of rhythm and the throbbing hasn't stopped, but you both know the moment has passed and you need to go. So you smile reassuringly at him, your hands resting above his, ignoring the way that touching him sends a jolt of electricity up your arm.

“Raincheck?” You try, turning your smile into a smirk.

A chuckle escapes his lips as he helps you get down from the vanity. “Definitely.”

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ultram0th · 8 months ago

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Lee Embraces His Daddy Persona

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4 │ Part 5

It had been two weeks since Lee was turned into Daddy, molding the formerly straight PokéTuber into a horny man with a sexy dad bod. The normally shy guy now strutted around the house that he shared with Blue, Kevin, Nick, and Wolfey wearing nothing but the skimpiest jockstrap that he could find, his beefy dad bod perpetually on display. He would frequently park himself in his chair in front of the TV, watching football and scratching his hairy belly and unleashing burp after burp as he drank his beer. The stud was a total daddy now, and he emulated every ounce of his new persona with pride.

However, as time ticked on by, Blue thought back to when he’d given Wolfey, Nick, and Kevin the opportunity to decide whether or not they wanted to return to their old lives or if they wanted to remain in their new identities.

Deep down, he loved having Daddy run the house and demand belly rubs and getting sucked off; but Blue couldn’t deny that he wanted to be fair to his new boyfriend too. Therefore, one Friday evening, Blue sat down in the living room while Daddy was lounging in his chair. Wanting to make things go easier on him when he snaps him back to reality, Blue brought Wolfey down with him to help him out.

Blue and Wolfey sat down on the sofa opposite the coffee table; and with his massive, broad frame, Blue was virtually forced to sit on Wolfey because there was almost no space left on the loveseat due to his bodybuilder bulk. Wolfey had just finished up a workout, therefore a large waft of musk emanated off the bodybuilder in waves; and when Wolfey wrapped a thick arm over Blue’s thin shoulders, his musk seeped into Blue’s shirt almost as if he were scent-marking him.

As soon as the game was in halftime, Blue knew that he had a moment to execute his plan. “Hey, Daddy,” he said.

“Hmm?” Daddy grunted, giving his gut a scratch as his eyes stayed glued to the TV. Like the rest of the guys, Daddy still religiously worked out and therefore had his own musky aura. The only difference was that Daddy focused more on arms and chest, giving him a large and heavy top build, complete with his big beer belly. Still, at hearing his tiny-by-comparison boyfriend call him Daddy, the bulge in the front of his tight jockstrap already began to twitch with anticipation. His nubby nipples began to burn with want and he licked his lips excitedly. “What is it, Babe?”

Blue shifted in his seat. “I was hoping to ask how you’ve liking it here so far?” he asked innocently. He already knew that if Lee were in control, then he’d get a tongue lashing. However, he could see how much Daddy loved his new life with the other guys: days filled with eating, lifting, and fucking. It was a paradise for the altered man.

“Eh?” Daddy grunted again, cocking his eyebrow. This time, he finally looked over at Blue, his features softening the smallest bit. His new persona was that of a dom daddy, but he still had a major soft spot for Blue and the other guys, yet he still tried to keep up a tough guy appearance. “S’nice.”

Blue smirked to himself as he readied to bring Lee back to the surface. “Are you sure it’s just ‘Nice’ Daddy?” he teased. “I mean, based off of what I can see, you really enjoy it.” He gestured at the other man’s twitching bulge.

Daddy looked downward at his crotch, but his view was blocked by his hairy beer belly. Instead, he reached around it and fished his hard cock out of the confines of his jockstrap, letting the twitching member bob in the air freely. “Yeah,” he admitted, lifting his arms to form a double biceps pose, his biceps flexing with power. “I guess I do love being your horny, sexy daddy.”

“Just remember that you said that,” Blue grinned, “…Lee.”

On cue, as soon as Daddy heard his real name being uttered by the hypnotherapist, he snapped back to reality. Like he was hit by a semi-truck, the stud jerked back in his seat, his ice blue eyes going wide as the onslaught of new memories filtered in through his frazzled brain.

“Wait…” Lee muttered as his hands explored the large mass that was now his body, paling at the memories of how he’d been living over the past two weeks. The formerly straight stud couldn’t believe that he’d been calling himself “Daddy” and that he’d been participating in, and actively encouraging, an array of sexual acts with the other men in the house. He pictured himself thrusting himself into a moaning Kevin, and then sometimes being the one bent over the bed as someone plowed into his rotund, hairy cheeks. Lee blushed at everything he’d done, but he felt even more humiliated over the fact that he was rock hard at the memories. He could feel his cock bobbing in the air for all to see, and he quickly stuffed it back into his jockstrap, creating a large tent instead.

And worse was that there was a part of himself that looked forward to doing everything all over again— but he quickly told himself that that must’ve been a residual side effect of whatever Blue had done to him.

Blue could see the struggle in the larger man’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, Lee, I’m assuming you’d like to know why I hypnotized you?” he playfully asked.

“You hypnotized me…?” Lee asked out loud, his voice disbelieving. Hypnosis was some sort of Hollywood concoction, he’d believed. Yet, the hunk found himself sitting in a house he vaguely recognized, wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap. And when he looked down at his body, his heart raced at the sheer amount of weight he’d gained. He could still see his hard-earned muscles, but now he appeared more like an off-season jock as opposed to a lean, proportional guy. His big gut was the most eye-catching part of him, and he gave it a tentative poke, his blush deepening when he felt his already-hard cock twitch at the feeling.

“Yes, Lee,” Blue answered honestly. “However, I mainly used hypnosis to help you come to terms with your true self.”

Lee stared blankly at him.

Blue continued, thinking back to when he’d first seen the hunk at the competition in the UK. “I could sense your discomfort onstage regarding having a little belly,” he explained, going so far as to reach over and run an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s gut, loving how it sent a shudder through the shocked man. “And truth be told, I thought that you looked really sexy with your budding dad bod. So I figured that I’d do the nice thing and help you embrace the dad bod, per se. And know look at you!”

“Yeah! Look at me!” Lee grunted as he gestured down at his new body. He winced when he felt his big belly jiggle with each movement, yet it took him a second to realize that he’d been rubbing his belly with one hand the whole time he’d been speaking. Even though his face turned cherry red at the realization, he didn’t stop.

“It’s hard not to, Daddy,” Wolfey mused in his deep voice. “You look seriously hot.”

Lee whipped his head over to face the bodybuilder who was his friend from before all of this head on. Before he could grill him, he sniffed at the air and covered his nose. “Bro, you reek,” he groaned.

Wolfey shrugged his broadened shoulders. “I just finished a workout,” he grunted, flexing a bowling ball sized bicep for emphasis. “And by the way, we all kinda stink around here.”

As if to check, Lee sniffed at his own hairy pits, gagging at the thick musk that wafted off them in waves. He could tell from the stench that he still frequented the gym, but he just didn’t pay too much attention to his diet.

And like clockwork, his cock throbbed with desire within the confines of his tight jockstrap. A late, wet mark was forming on the front pouch as it began to leak precum excitedly. He tried his best to ignore the surges of lust that he felt welling up within him.

“But Wolfe, how?” he asked. “How could you possibly be okay with any of this? You were a VGC Champion, not some horny bodybuilder!”

Again, Wolfey shrugged his massive shoulders, his muscles flexing with power from the minuscule movement. “I still am a VGC Champ,” he explained, “I just so happen to also partake in bodybuilding. Trust me, this whole hypnosis thing helped us all be a family: Dr. Blue, Kevin, Nick, me, and even you.”

Lee’s eyes widened at what he heard, fearing that his friend was long gone.

“Besides,” Wolfey went on, “it’s not like I can just snap my fingers and return to my old life. I mean, look at me.” He held his arms out to show off his enormous bodybuilder physique. “And look at you. And based off that tent in the front of your slutty jockstrap, you secretly like it.”

“N-no I don’t,” Lee tried to deny it, but he didn’t even believe his own words. Despite his panic over what he’d been turned into, he couldn’t deny that he was extremely horny. His lust was quickly overpowering his fear, and he felt as if he’d cum at any second the more he rubbed his belly or even by feeling the A/C blow over his nubby nipples. As much as he wanted to deny it, Lee also could’t ignore the protective and dominant instincts that dwelled within him as he thought about the other men whom he’d referred to as his boyfriends. He squirmed in his seat in anticipation.

“And besides, even if the hypnosis was what started it, who cares?” Wolfey asked. “I’m happy.”

“You’re only saying that because of whatever Blue did to you!” Lee accused. “You’re not even the real Wolfe anymore. You’re whatever gay caricature Blue wanted you to be!”

Blue shook his head, getting an idea from seeing Lee try to fight his daddy persona so much. “All I did was help you let down your inhibitions,” he told the struggling Lee. “I think deep down, you’ve come to love your slutty, dom daddy life. Which is why I have a deal for you.”

Lee stopped fidgeting around and eyed the smaller man cautiously. “What kind of a deal?” he reluctantly asked, annoyed at how turned on he felt just by looking at Blue, feeling an urge to shove the smaller guy’s face into the deep crevice of his hairy pecs.

Blue held his hands out in front of himself, signaling that he was speaking with one-hundred percent earnestly. “I’ll let you go, completely erase any traces of the hypnosis from your brain. Then you’ll be free to return to your boring, hetero life. Or…

“I’ll put you back under, and you can go back to being a total daddy. But, in order to sweeten the deal, I’ll even place you as the second in command at the house. That means that, after me, you’ll be in charge of Nick, Kevin, and even Big Wolfey here.” He gestured at the bodybuilder who was popping his pecs, lost in thought. “They will obey your every command, and completely accept you as Daddy of the House. What do you think?”

“I… I don’t want this…” Lee trailed off as he began to think over Blue’s offer.

A part of himself wanted to return to his old life, where he had his usual PokéTuber friends online and where he posted regular content on his channel for his viewers to watch. However, a larger, growing part of himself told him to accept the offer to become Daddy. As much as he tried to fight against it, he couldn’t deny the surging lust inside of himself, the part that longed to fuck the other guys in the house and to get fucked by them in turn. And the more he thought about them, the more he considered them family. They weren’t just some faceless names that popped up onto a screen, they were here with him. And he was their Daddy.

Plus, Lee had no idea what he’d do with his new dad bod if he were to return to his old life; so that made a pretty big difference in his decision.

“Fine,” Lee sighed. “I’ll go back under.”

Blue fought back his smirk, knowing that he’d won. “Okay then,” he grinned from ear-to-ear, “…Daddy.”

As soon as the name left the hypnotherapist’s lips, Lee felt his old self being shoved down into a small box deep within his psyche. He could see, feel, and hear everything around him, but he could also sense a larger, much more powerful entity taking over as Daddy reassumed control of his altered body.

Daddy couldn’t help but let out a loud belch as he scratched at his beer belly. He turned to glare at Blue. “Boy, don’t you ever turn me back into my pushover, straight self again,” he barked, that daddy dominance drenching every word he uttered. “Ya hear me?”

Blue giggled. “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy motioned with his finger for Blue to approach. “C’mere,” he grunted in his gruff voice, a playful growl audible in it.

Blue took only a few tiny steps forward before Daddy got out of his seat and roughly grabbed him by the back of the head. He pulled the smaller man closer to him, causing him to tumble against his massive dad bod. Daddy shivered as he could feel the hypnotherapist’s hands against his hairy chest, and he leaned down to heatedly make out with Blue.

Of course Daddy was the dominant one in the make out session, exploring every crevice of Blue’s mouth with his tongue. He pulled back only to gesture at Wolfey.

“You too, get in here and take care of Daddy,” he ordered.

The bodybuilder shot off the couch and immediately dropped down to his knees with a loud thud. He leaned forward and, using just his mouth, tore Daddy’s jockstrap down to the floor. The dominant man’s throbbing seven inches was unsheathed, and Wolfey eagerly swallowed it whole. He couldn’t prevent his loud moans from echoing out as he sucked off the newly minted Daddy, even reaching up to fondle his large, baseball-sized balls.

Blue loved to see the man in front of him melt into a puddle of lustful goo, so he began to run his hands up and down the stud’s hairy chest. He paid special attention to the large, nubby nipples of his, eliciting loud, slutty moans from Daddy.

In between his bellowing moans, Daddy called up to the other men upstairs. “Nick! Kevin! Get your asses down here!” he roared.

Obeying the Daddy of the House, as Blue had promised, Nick and Kevin scampered out of their rooms as soon as they were given instructions. They both hurried down the stairs and immediately got to work.

Nick placed both of his hands on Wolfe’s wide waist, lining up his already oozing cock with the bodybuilder’s tight hole. He slowly entered before beginning to pick up speed, the both of them moaning loudly. As Nick thrusted into the bigger man, all of Wolfey’s impressive muscles bounced due to the pounding his bubble butt was receiving.

Kevin, being the first one to be hypnotized by Blue and therefore the bravest, went behind Daddy. At first, he placed his throbbing head right at the crevice of Daddy’s hairy cheeks, teasing the other man as he still made out with Blue. His lust overpowering him, Daddy felt himself thrusting his ass backwards to completely engulf the other man’s large cock.

Daddy moaned like a slut as he impaled himself on Kevin’s cock, doing most of the work as he bucked and rolled his hips with expert precision. He then dropped to his hands and knees and hungrily fished Blue’s cock out of his pants before taking it into his mouth.

Despite getting stuffed both ways, Daddy was still in charge. The way he moved his booty let Kevin know that he was taking charge in their heated fuck; and he sucked Blue’s dick like a pro, leaving the hypnotherapist nearly cross-eyed. Deep down as he watched from within his trapped psyche, Lee realized that he loved this and might have always wanted to be a slutty daddy. After all, even when he’d been brought back to the surface, he’d been incredibly turned on by the other men and the way his body had felt.

Lee loved being Daddy, and he didn’t ever want to go back to his old life.

“Mmmmm!” Daddy groaned as he came, both Kevin and Blue also cumming simultaneously. As he was filled from both ends, Daddy’s eyes glazed over and he happily swallowed all that Blue had unleashed into his mouth.

“…damn,” was all Blue could get out as he leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath as he felt like he’d just blown the largest load of his life.

Daddy stood up and wrapped a loving arm around the smaller guy’s waist. “Who’s your daddy?” he chuckled before pressing a chaste kiss to the other man’s cheek, his goatee prickling Blue’s skin.

“You,” Blue laughed, running his hand up and down Daddy’s belly. It wasn’t long until the other man was rock hard again, and ready for the next round.

#muscle #bodybuilder #straight-to-gay #Daddification #Daddy #Daddy TF #Hypnosis #hypnotherapy #hairy chest #hairy #wolfe glick #kevin jonas #Nick Jonas #lee provost #Osirus

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cupcakeinat0r · 1 year ago

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Broadway Baby Ch. 4

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Summary: Unexpectedly, You meet Miguel’s mother immediately after your performance (the one on stage and the one in ur dressing room *wink wink*).

Warnings: half SFW half NSFW, call me Hannah Montana w how I got the best of both worlds <3, Phone Sex, mentions of toys, masturbation, size kink!!!!, but starts off with major fluff <3

Tags, etc.: Gave Miguel a loving mother cuz he deserves it <3 Sugar Daddy AU, Miguel is a scrumptious DILF and Soft!Dom, Reader is Latina-coded n written by a Latina <3, age gap (wahoo!!), and Miguel is a very horny man.

Word Count: 6.7k

(right, so remember when I said this one was nearing 10k?? No I didn’t <3 Decided last min to cut this n make the rest a part of ch.5!!)

It was above your expectations. Your first time was everything you dreamed of and more, and there was no one else you would’ve rather lost it to than this man you were being cradled by right now. You felt so safe here. He made you feel so safe.

He was the sweetest, most caring, most intelligent, and absolute finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on, and he took your innocence so graciously. The way he made love to you felt much more than just sex. It was caring and soft. Any inkling of doubt in your own inexperience that sat in your mind and stomach was immediately dismissed with his encouraging and comforting words. As you rest in his arms and catch your breath in your dressing room, the sweet nothings he had muttered in your ear while making love to you seconds ago replayed in your mind and you smile. When you weren’t focused on your craft or career, you dreamt about a knight in shining armor coming and sweeping you off your feet like this, and you found him, or to be exact, he found you. That moment you had walked out those stage doors and out into the alley to sign Gabriella’s autograph, he knew it’d be you, and watching you teach her piano today only reaffirmed his feelings.

The sight of you speaking to his daughter with a voice that could lull even the most distressed infant. Gabriella was asking you millions of questions, but your patience was doubled that. You were so understanding, and if at times she didn’t get what you explained, you didn’t mind repeating yourself at all. In no way did you make Gabriella feel stupid or a burden because you saw yourself in her. Yes, even though you wouldn’t have it in your soul to treat her or anyone in any other manner because that was just the type of person you were anyways, you were mainly affectionate towards her because of how much she reminds you of yourself. So curious, so wondrous about everything around her. So upbeat and lively. Such a happy girl. You would’ve never guessed Gabriella was going through a tough time due to the unfortunate passing of her birth mother. Granted, you still had the pleasure of having a live mother, so this only made you feel inspired by Gabriella even more. Teaching this girl wasn’t just gonna be an opportunity for extra bucks, but something you felt responsible for. You owed it to this little, precious girl because if it was your singing and dancing that inspired her and made her happy like it did for you when you were around her age, then it was your duty to teach her everything you know.

And so you sat in that piano room today, and you nurtured her little mind and taught her, the beginning of a beautiful student-teacher relationship blossoming. You had no idea how to teach a child, this being your first time ever teaching anyone, but it came to you as it went. Naturally. In your eyes, Gabriella couldn’t mess up, because you were already her cheerleader. In the short amount of time you knew her, all you wanted was to see her win. No, she wasn’t just gonna be a student. That was your friend. She was your kid, even if you didn’t realize it at this moment.

You could already tell you were gonna love being her teacher.

Miguel saw that in your eyes. Every time he peeked into the room when neither of you had noticed, he saw how genuine in your teaching you were. It was so… domestic. He melted at the sight. His heart soared at the fact that he’s found someone that could make his little girl smile like that. After seeing your performance that one night, she couldn’t stop raving about you since you were her favorite character, and Miguel had the privilege of getting to rave right along with her. He had tucked her in and she was still chatting on about how amazing you were, Miguel’s response being, “estoy completamente de acuerdo, mija” (I completely agree with you). now he feels like the luckiest man in the universe knowing you feel the same about him.

“Papa, are you in there?” You both hear the small voice outside your dressing room door, instantaneously picking up your clothes and hastily fixing yourselves to look presentable after having heard her knocks.

As you put on your clothes, you think about facing Gabriella after just having sex with her father… you begin to feel worried. Of course you don’t want her to think anything or let alone know anything, but if this relationship was to continue, she’ll have to know at some point that her teacher is with her father.

Another wave of anxiety came over once you remember Gabriella wasn’t out there alone. She’s with her grandmother. You’re about to face the woman that brought the man you just got pounded by into the world. The timing couldn’t have been more embarrassing. Obviously, you didn’t think about all this before you were getting your pussy deliciously destroyed.

Miguel can see this train of thought visible on your face as he’s putting his clothes back, the gears shifting in your head loud enough for him to hear, and so he goes to your side, motioning for you to look at him.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, as well as his gaze, “Don’t worry. For tonight, just act natural, however, we will have a much more in depth conversation about this later, I promise. I want you to be comfortable. I’ll simply introduce you as Gabriella’s teacher for the moment. Is that okay?” He places a hand gently on your shoulder looking for your confirmation.

You nod, a visible smile on your lips. “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you for checking in with me.” You place your hand on top of his, in which he takes it and places a kiss on your knuckles, “claro que si, princesa (of course, princess). I want you to always feel at ease, okay? No matter how many times I need to reassure you.” After helping you zip up your dress, Miguel helps you put your coat on, and he opens the door, looking down to see Gabriella.

“There you are, papa! What took you so long!” She giggles as she’s picked up by her father. “Sorry, birthday princess, I just wanted to make sure Miss y/n got our flowers and gift.” You both look at each other.

Yea right.

“Ooooo, did you like it, Miss y/n! I picked the flowers myself!” She says with a smile.

“I absolutely love them, Gabriella, thank you so much! You’ve got some good taste… Can’t wait to take them home, they’ll look absolutely beautiful!” You chirped as you got closer to her and Miguel. You look over to see an older woman, who’s giving you a slight smile. She has fine lines adorning her face, her graying, almost white hair fixed into a curated low bun, strands of hair framing her face.

“Abuela (grandma), look, this is y/n, she’s the one that signed my playbill and now she’s my teacher!” Gabriella looks at her grandmother, Miguel moving to the side so that you and Conchata were facing each other.

“Mama, this is y/n, Gabriella’s teacher. Estaba hablando de ella el otro día ¿recuerdas?” (I was talking about her the other day, remember?) He says, still holding Gabriella in his arms.

So this is who he bought this place for, Conchata thinks.

Yea, she heard plenty about you. Miguel had mentioned how absolutely amazing and how practically perfect you are in every way. It was after one of your rehearsals, Miguel had his daily conversation with you before heading out. He went to have a cup of coffee with his mother before his shift at Alchemax. It was that afternoon he first mentioned you to his mother. Miguel tried to play it off as if you were just some colleague or business partner; that donating 10 grand to this theater was an “investment”…. Oh yea, this was an investment alright. An investment for his bed. Conchata knew better. She saw the way his eyes lit up every time he said your name. Every time he told her how sweet you are. Every time he told her how passionate and hard working you were. How smart you were. How driven you were. How talented you were. Conchata knew that look. She could see it from miles away. She wasn’t born yesterday. She was his age once upon a time. Something else that gave away Miguel’s infatuation with you was the mere fact that he talked about you. Miguel was never the type of person to talk a lot, let alone, boast about a person. He’d been the quiet type since he was a child. He was too busy dealing with so many personalities at Alchemax, often repeating himself more times than he’d like to, hence why he was often short with his answers. He has friends he’d talk a little about, sure, but never in the way he spoke about you, so Conchata found it odd that in one random afternoon, he was going on and on about some actress he and Gabriella met.

Plus, Miguel knew nothing about art. Give Miguel a mile-long formula and he could crack it within minutes, but theater? Music? Conchata knew something was up when he signed that contract.

You mustered every bit of confidence in your timid soul and smiled widely, offering your hand. “Encantada, señora. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you!” (pleased to meet you, Mrs). You feel like you wait forever for her to take your hand, but she finally takes it, her smile faintly widening when she does. You both give each other the traditional kiss on the cheek.

Conchata is an intimidating woman, to say the least. Considering Miguel’s class in the city, she can be normally seen wearing the finest clothing. Although she had a strong aura, there was still a bit of warmth to her. You didn’t feel threatened or scared, however, you wanted her to like you, not only because of the given circumstances, but just in general. She almost reminded you of your own mother back home. Conchata exuded powerful Latina excellence, so naturally, you wanted her approval.

She looks you up and down, and you seem to be safe as you don’t see any sign of disapproval from her expression.

“Y/n, this is my mother, Conchata.”

“Mucho gusto, y/n. I could say the same about you. These two talk non-stop about you and the show.” (Nice to meet you).

You shoot Miguel a smile. “Your granddaughter is an absolute sweetheart, I already love teaching her. She’s incredibly smart as well!” You add to get a conversation going.

“She takes after her father’s smarts, for sure. The good looks, however, were after her mother, que dios la guarde.” (May God protect her) She looks over at Miguel, a slight joke in her tone as she states that her intelligence is from him but her beauty came from her mother. Miguel rolls his eyes, still taking the joke light heartedly. You think to say something along the lines of Miguel being extremely gorgeous and Gabriella possibly taking after that as well, but you deemed it way too soon for comments like that. You didn’t want to step over any boundaries or give yourself away. Besides, you didn’t want to invade in this cute moment between mother and son.

From your point of view, the two seem to have an equally beautiful relationship as the one Miguel has with his daughter. You smile at their interaction just now. Miguel has mentioned his mother to you during rehearsals before, so you know surface-level things about their history and relationship.

Despite his wife’s death taking a toll on him and his family, they seem to be okay, able to smile and even laugh in her name now. This both comforted you and scared you. Who were you to become involved with them? To cut into Miguel’s life when he had a whole wife before you? You wanted to be serious with Miguel, which would be a conversation you two have soon, but you also don't want to replace her. You didn’t want to be Gabriella’s replacement for a mother. Would she accept you as one? The sudden thought of constantly being compared to his first wife plagued you. Were you truly prepared to be involved with Miguel in this way? Were you willing to go down this road with him?

You decide this will be something you’ll continue to think about later, since now all you want to do is give the birthday girl the present you promised: a private tour of the theater. Gabriella looked so thrilled to be there.

You give his mother a sympathetic smile before you’re about to say something in regards to her late daughter in law, but you figured it could be saved for another time. “Well, I believe Miss y/n has something to show you, Mija.” Miguel says. Gabriella beams with joy and looks over at you. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” You say, scrunching your face at her as she’s lowered back to the floor by Miguel. She jumps excitedly and runs to hold your hand. You take it, Gabriella holding on tight as she looks up at you with eyes of pure admiration.

“I’m sooo excited to see everything! I wanna know everything about the stage, please!” She requests, making you smile and giggle at her adorable smile.

“Of course, mama, let’s start over there, yea?” The two of you begin to walk out of the dressing room foyer, some of the remaining cast and crew members bidding their farewell to you as they go home for the night. You lead her toward the end of the corridor into the wings. “Oooo what are those?” She says, pointing at the row of curtains on stage left. She takes her small hand and grazes it across the velvet of the fabric, making it ripple with each swing of her hand. “Those are called the ‘wings’, mama. This is where I enter from sometimes. See these racks of clothes?” She nods, “I change into those costumes during the show. Right in this spot. I only have 20-30 seconds to change into each of them!” Her eyes widened at this, gasping in disbelief. “Whoa, that’s like… super fast!”

Miguel and Conchata follow behind you two, walking side by side as they watch you become Gabriella’s tour guide, telling her every little fact about every inch of the stage. The birthday girl looks around the stage in total awe, still holding onto your hand. Conchata can see Miguel smiling at you, but you don’t see it.

“She seems nice.” She breaks the silence between the two of them. Miguel is taken out of his trance and looks at his mother, both still walking in the now completely empty and quiet theater, the four of them alone. He breathes in, looking at his mother as he anticipates what the conversation will bring. He predicts his mother can sense that he sees something with you.

There isn’t anything like the intuition of a mother. Especially a Latin mother.

“Yes, she really is. She 's great. Gabriella está loca con ella.” (Gabriella is crazy about her). Conchata only hums in agreement.

“She teaches only piano or?” “No, no, dance and voice, as well. Tomorrow will be Gabri’s voice lesson.” He says, his gaze remaining on you two as you explain to her the different stage directions. He’s fascinated by how engaged you are with Gabriella, his daughter listening and hanging into every word you say. It makes him smile to see his daughter look at you the way she does: like you were her hero. Because you were. “Ah, pero ella ya no quiere jugar futbol?” (She doesn’t wanna play soccer anymore?) Conchata raises her eyebrow at Miguel. Miguel hesitates for a moment. He knew where his mother was getting at now.

Gabriella had shown great interest in soccer for the longest time now, even got signed up for the club at elementary school after begging to. It wasn’t until she watched you in your show that she became slightly interested in the performing arts. It wasn’t untrue that she was totally enamored by the production, nor was it untrue that she said she’d like to learn, but both Miguel and Conchata knew that as of right now, Gabriella had her heart set on Soccer.

Miguel cleared his throat, “no, of course she still wants to play soccer this is just…” he shrugs, trying to find the right words, “this is something that’s fun for her.” Conchata nods. She knows something’s up and Miguel can feel it. Conchata knew her son.

It wasn’t until Gabriella was born did their Mother-son relationship get better, but it wasn’t always this good. There had been a tension between them during his teen years, something that worsened over the course of Conchata’s second marriage. Unfortunately, Miguel was an affair baby, and this took a heavy toll on his mentality. There was a lot of degradation and favoritism amongst the dysfunctional family, but since Gabriella was born, and Conchata divorced her second husband, a lot of healing and talking it out had occurred, resulting in a much better and improved relationship. They have their days or moments, more like, but it’s gotten way better. In the past 7 or so years, their relationship took slow yet long strides toward reconciliation. Now, Miguel felt he was able to look to his Mother for advice and comfort, which was heavily appreciated during the period in which his wife had fallen sick and was approaching her last days. In those devastating times, their relationship had blossomed, it was just a shame that it took his wife’s death for it to happen. Point is, Conchata knows her son better than anyone.

Your private lessons were mostly for his daughter’s pleasure, yes, but it wasn’t the only reason he had asked for them. He wanted to get closer to you, and what better way to do that than to have you come to his home regularly and teach his daughter some valuable skills to become a well-rounded human being. It was a win-win situation. His daughter gets enrichment. He gets you all to himself.

“You sure it’s for Gabriella… or for you?” This was a rhetorical question. Conchata, with a knowing smirk, held her head high and her eyes remaining forward. Miguel looks over at her and stops walking. She stops as well, looking back at him now. “Ver la?” (See?/Right?). The corners of his mouth begin to lift as he shakes his head slowly. “Nothing gets past you, eh?”

“Mijo, I’m your mother, I know everything.” They now link arms and resume walking behind you and Gabriella, watching the two of you as you now show her the mechanics of the back stage.

“And for the record, I didn’t get Gabri those lessons only for that reason,” he chuckles, Conchata letting out a small chuckle as well, “Como ya te dije, ella adora a y/n. Haven’t seen her this happy in a while.” (Like I told you, she adores y/n). Conchata’s gaze softens at his words. She then watches how you hold hands with Gabriella, walking her through the various props and set pieces, passionately talking about how everything worked and answering any questions Gabriella had. She examines you for a moment.

You seem like a good girl.

“I haven’t seen you this upbeat in a while either,” She smiles at Miguel, teeth showing this time, “You’ve been… ay, yo no se (oh, I don’t know)… como que (like)… glowing lately. That’s good. Estoy Feliz por ti. (I’m happy for you). Necesito esto, mijo. (You need this, son),” Miguel smiles back at her, “It’s about time my son found someone that makes him smile like this again. I miss that smile,” she says looking up at him. She rubs her hand affectionately on his arm as they continue walking, “pero la quiero para cenar. Necesito saber más sobre ella para tener una opinión,” (But I still want her over for dinner, I need to know more about her to have an opinion), “pero (but) …. so far, so good.” She shrugs, making Miguel smile even more. He’s just glad to see that his mother is on board with this newfound romance.

“She’s a bit young, no?” She looks back at you again, as if inspecting you, “será mejor que no te aproveches de ella-“ (you better not be taking advantage of her) Miguel furrows his brows, kissing his teeth, “claro que no, mama” (of course not, mother). “Bueno… you better not. I know I wasn’t always the mother you deserved, but I know I raised you better than that.”

“Si, mama, yo se” (yes, mother, I know.)

She grins again, “Deberías tener suerte de que una mujer como ella esté con un viejito.” She laughs at Miguel, who rolls his eyes, unable to fight back a chuckle (you should feel lucky that a woman like her is ok to be with an old man). Miguel glares at her, grinning at her playful tease.

“You weren’t just giving her the necklace in there, were you?”, her voice is low, but Miguel snaps his head toward her, his eyes wide, “Mama!” “-Ay, alright, you don’t have to tell me.” There’s a short beat between them.

“solo digo, no me importaría tener más nietos.” (Just saying, I wouldn’t mind more grand babies). “Mama, por favor (mom, please)-“ “Okay, okay, fine, I’ll drop it.”

“But you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“Yes, ma, I know.”

They both continue to chat amongst themselves as they still follow closely behind you and Gabri around the theater.

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“Gracias, Miss y/n!” Gabriella gives you one last hug after the hundreds she’s already given you throughout the tour.

“No problema, mama! You’re welcome to come to the theater anytime. I hope you had a wonderful birthday!” You say, tightening the hug. “I did! I did! This is the best birthday ever. Your life is so cool.” She says, inspiration in her voice. It makes you almost wanna cry. It’s moments like these that make you so happy to be a performer. When you pull away, you notice the bow in her hair has gone limp, so you quickly fix it as you add, “I’ll see you tomorrow for your lesson, okay?”

“Yup! I can’t wait!” You brush a strand of loose baby hairs behind her ear, “Me either. Have a good night's rest, mama. See you tomorrow.” You stand as she turns and runs to her grandmother.

“Gracias por todos, y/n. You did a magnificent job in the show. I can see why my granddaughter loves it so much,” (thank you for everything). The older woman says in a poised, soft voice, “and you’re extremely talented. I expect big things coming your way.” You smile at her, going in and exchanging the usual kiss on the cheek before parties separate for the night, “Muchas gracias, señora,” (thank you so much, mrs) You bow your head humbly, “It was very nice to meet you.”

“Igualmente (likewise). I’m happy to know that she’s receiving quality lessons from a quality professional.” Your smile widens. “You’re too kind! Gabriella is a wonderful student, it’s an honor, truly. She’s an amazing girl.” You make Gabriella, who stands next to her grandmother with a handful of Conchata’s skirt in her hand, blush. Conchata nods, “Thank you, but we have Miguel to thank for that.” Miguel smiles at the comment, looking at the floor before his gaze falls on you at last, your gaze locking on his. “You’re right. He’s a wonderful father.” You say.

Conchata smiles at the way you both look at each other longingly before looking at Miguel, who tells her he’ll meet them at the car in just a moment. She nods, taking her granddaughter’s hand, both waving goodbye to you.

Once they were out of sight, Miguel had you in his arms, already smothering the crown of your head in pecks.

“You know… a little heads up would’ve maybe been appreciated.” You say half jokingly with a sheepish smile.

“Forgive me, sweetie, I thought they would’ve waited in the auditorium. Didn’t think they’d be knocking on your dressing room door.” You both chuckle at this.

“That’s okay. I guess I’ll let it slide.” You dramatically place the back of your hand on your forehead, winning another chuckle out of Miguel. “She likes you already, anyways.”

“Aw, en serio? (seriously)""Oh yea, she said you were her favorite character during the intermission,” he takes his hand to fix the collar of your coat so that it covers you from the cold a bit more before continuing, ”but outside the stage, she likes you even more. Says she wants you over for dinner n’ everything.” You playfully pretend to brush off your shoulder, “What can I say, the people love me.”

Miguel laughs at your smugness, “Yea, well, no one’s taking my #1 fan position.” Miguel pulls you closer to his chest. It was pretty cold outside, and he’d hate for you to catch something.

“Oh-ho-ho, you might wanna take it up with your daughter on that one, mister.” You say, your index finger poking at his chest a few times with a smirk on your face.

“Hey, now hold on,” Miguel had a playful scowl on his face, “I should get priority, I’m the one who took her to see the show.” You chuckle. Miguel was right. If it wasn’t for Miguel taking Gabriella to see your show, none of y’all would’ve met.

“Say, how did a geneticist find himself involved with a Broadway show anyway?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Hm, well…if I remember correctly…” Miguel didn’t have to think twice about how it happened. He remembers the exact moment like it was yesterday. “I was in my office and noticed the billboard outside my window had changed. Next thing I know, I’m taking my suit to the dry cleaners because I dropped my coffee at the sight. I’ll never forget how gorgeous it was.” He looked down at you, a look of pure adoration in his expression, the lights from the headline of the theater illuminating his complexion.

“And what was on this billboard?”

“You.”

Even though you already saw that answer coming, your smile grows, as well as the red hue on the apple of your cheeks.

“I thought to myself, ‘I have to go see this. I have to meet her somehow’.” He looks off into the night at the bustling streets, reminiscing on the day he bought tickets for himself and his daughter and surprised Gabriella with front row seats.

“And look at me now,” he looks back down at you, his lips curled into a warm smile, “I’ve got the gorgeous girl from the billboard in my arms.” You pretend to think, pursing your lips, “Ohhh, I don’t knowww, did you get the girl?”

Miguel’s smile widens, a twinge of mischief in his look. “You’re completely right. I need to take you out first. Tomorrow, after the show. I’ll pick you up right here.” He says it more as a statement than an offer. It makes you swoon. You love a man that can name a time and place. Once again, Miguel hasn’t failed to make you a blushing, giddy mess, despite your efforts to play it cool.

“O-okay. Where to?”

“It’s a surprise.”

You shy away, smiling at the cement beneath you two, but not for long since Miguel lifts your chin. “I wish I can take you home with me, preciosa,” he pouts, “And as always, you were amazing.”

You blush even harder now even though the cold has made you pink in the face already.

“Pare ya (stop already), You’ve told me millions of times before.” “Nunca (never). I’ll tell you a million times more, muñequita (doll). And I wasn’t just talking about the show, either,” He speaks more quietly, the bass of his voice tickling your insides, “And our little performance in the dressing room… fuck… Me hará pensar en ti y ese cuerpo toda la noche (gonna have me thinking about you and that body all night). M’gonna miss my pretty girl tonight.” He coos. You’re submerged even more in his muscles and chest, his lips planting kisses on top of your head. The overdose of physical touch and praise was making you dazed.

The combination of Miguel’s smooth voice and his pet names for you have you butterflies. You genuinely felt like the most fragile, ethereal being in his big, warm arms. You melted into goo in his arms. It was almost strange how warm Miguel was, like a human heater, but you weren’t complaining. You didn’t want him to leave. You wanted to go home with him and cuddle this big softy more than anything else.

You got on your tiptoes, leaning your head back slightly so as to give him better access to your chilled lips, “dame un besito?” (Give me a kiss?) You ask with a pout and pure innocence which made Miguel weak in the knees. And how could he deny his pretty girl? He’d give you anything you wanted. “Claro que si, mamita.” (Of course, mami). The crisp cold air on your lips is consumed by his luscious lips on yours. You could’ve taken this moment and put it in a movie, It was so romantic. His hand not only offered warmth to your face, thumb caressing your cheek, but it also was the icing on the cake to the most cinematic moment of your life… and you’re an actor.

“Mmm, Imma miss you, too. Oh! And thank you so much for the necklace! It’s absolutely amazing and I love it. You didn’t have to do that!” Your fingers play with the Swarovski diamonds. “Denada, princesita, (your welcome, princess), and there’ll be plenty more after that,” you scoff, smiling at the floor again, “I’m serious. You’re gonna have to get used to it.” He lifts your chin again, demanding eye contact.

“You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.”

“I guess I could live with that.” You giggle.

You both arranged your plans for tomorrow before exchanging one last tender kiss goodnight. Miguel waits for you as you go back inside to grab your things. He doesn’t go into his car until he sees you leave and enter the subway station. He didn’t like you using public transportation, especially this late at night, but after promising him that you’re literally only a 15 minute train ride away and that you’ll call him once you get home, he allowed it. Even though he repeatedly told you it wouldn’t be an issue to take you home, you still didn’t want to be a bother since you knew he also still had to drop off his mother.

He was now on his way home, after having dropped off his mother at her place, you being the only thing on his mind. Gabriella, sitting in the back, was knocked out. He thinks about how he won’t be getting any sleep tonight, but is happy to see Gabriella is getting her rest.

He thinks about what y’all had done in your dressing room. How good you were for him. You looked so pretty for him, all shy and spread out for him on your vanity. It amazed him how perfectly you fit. Like you were made for him. 4 years without sex. He had to try and reel it back in a couple times while y’all fucked. He wanted to be gentle with you, knowing it was your first time. He wanted to make it special for you, because you deserve nothing less. Had y’all been together for a bit or so already, he would’ve ravaged you until you couldn’t walk. It was so hard having to control all that pent up sexual frustration. He knew he was thirsty for good pussy, but he didn’t truly realize just how badly he needed it until he had you. Now, he wanted more. You had him hooked.

But then he thought about you. Just you being you. Your little laughs, your soft smile, your slight accent. The way you speak. The mannerisms that were unique to you. The way you think. The way you walk. As if you weren’t perfect enough, the way you treat Gabriella was nothing short of heart warming. Anyone else would’ve dismissed her hyper personality, but you handled her with such grace. You were too good to be true. He felt so lucky. He was sent back to his high school days when he would crush on a girl. He wanted so badly to be with someone again; to be soft with someone after a long, hard day at Alchemax. To spoil someone. To take naps with someone. To come home to someone’s arms. Hell, he might’ve been too prideful to admit it, but he wouldn’t mind being babied by someone every day occasionally. For someone to melt away his stress and to tell him how good he’s doing. To have someone’s chest to bury his face into after having to deal with people all day long. Someone to break down his walls again. Someone he feels safe with. He won’t be able to sleep tonight because he knew that, for the first time in a very long time, he won’t be so lonely anymore. He hadn’t felt like this since, well, his first marriage.

A part of him did feel bad, a guilty feeling looming over his conscience the day he met you and fell head over heels. He didn’t want to forget his first wife or betray her memory in any way. His mother had told him in the car before being dropped off that he was allowed to find love. She reassured and validated him, which made him feel a bit better. She told him how his previous wife wouldn’t want to watch him live his life alone. He deserved to be happy. Conchata also would’ve been pissed if he didn’t cease the opportunity of a lifetime, so that there was also some motivation.

If he was being honest with himself, he was beginning to think that he’d live the rest of his life on his own, as a single father, and he was sort of okay with that. It was either that or finding the most perfect partner, settling for less simply for the sake of not being alone wasn’t an option. He would’ve been happy with Gabriella’s love. She was his whole life. You were just a miraculous bonus. You were that perfect someone. You reminded him of what the adrenaline of crushing on someone felt like. For the first time in four long, lonesome years, you gave him a chance at love again.

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Gabriella has been tucked in, some reports from the lab have been looked over, and now Miguel has just gotten out the shower, wearing only some pj pants. He runs a towel over his hair, lazily drying it, then hears his phone go off.

Knowing it’s you, he nearly jumps for it.

“Hola, preciosa, You home yet?

You ok?”

His voice sounds worried. When you didn’t call when you said you would, he immediately started thinking the worst.

“Yes, yes, I just got home!

The train broke down

midway, we were all

waiting there for almost

an hour.” You groaned.

“I was getting worried,

Mama. I’m just glad your safe.

Nothing happened on the way?”

“Nothing happened,

really, I’m fine, Miguel!”

“I just wanna make sure.

Next time, I’m taking you home.”

“Ay, Miguel, no impieces,

the subway is fine for me-“

“Well it’s not for me.

No me molesta, really.

Yo quiero.”

You let out a sigh.

“Please? At least for

the nighttime?”

“So you’re gonna drive

me halfway across the

city after every show?”

“Mhm.”

You take a beat. This man was honestly so good to you.

“You’re crazy.”

“About you.”

“Yea, I can tell.”

“Uhuh, I know you’re smiling

on the other end.”

“No I’m not.” Yes you were.

“no mientas, nena.”

“or what?”

Yup. You’re gonna play that game.

“Oh? Or maybe I’ll have to

come over there n’ teach

you a lesson, eh, beba?”

“I wish you would. I

miss you already.”

“Aw, yea? dime

que extrañas, princesa…”

“Oh, I dunno…”

“You’re absolutely adorable,

you know that?

C’mon, baby, you don’t have to be

shy on me now. You’re

safe, mama. Dimelo.”

“Oh, alright… I miss how safe

n protected you make me

feel… how small you

make me feel in your

arms… wish you were

here with me, papi.”

“Aw, sweet heart….

say that again for me.”

“Want you here with me,

papi… Make me feel so

good.”

“Mhm… sigue hablando,

mamita.”

“Quiero sentir esas manos

grandes por todo mi cuerpo.”

“Mm, algo mas, beba?”

“Mm… mhm…” your breathing

seems to become labored.

“usa tu palabras, nena.”

“Mmngh… want you on top of

me, daddy… want that big

cock of yours so baaad.”

“Mmfuck baby, I know, I know,

soon though… shit… gonna take

you out for dinner tomorrow and

as soon as I take you home…

o-oh fuck… gonna destroy that pussy

all night long like the good girl you are.”

“Please, pretty please, I can’t

wait… so wet at just the thought…”

“fuck…yo se, mamita,

pero for tonight,

need you to play with that pretty

pussy of yours for me, mkay?

Got me stroking my dick at the

thought of your wet pussy.”

“not…. Not enough,

Miggy…”

“Awww, pobrecita, so

needy…. Imma make it up to you,

‘kay? I promise, baby.

Gonna make you sit on my face

until I’m drenched…”

“God, yes…”

“-n ima fuck that tight little pussy

over n over again until you

can’t think anymore. Gonna have

you bouncin on my thick cock n tell you

how pretty you look on it.”

“But my pussy needs you now,

daddyy... “

“Coño, mami, just

keep trying for me, ‘kay?”

“I wantchu to

fill me up. My fingers

aren’t enough.”

“Aw, Need daddy’s fat cock

that badly, huh?”

“Mhm, so dumb for it.

Just wanna be your…

Oh my god…. Your lil cock slut.

wantchu to ruin me.”

“Mmnnshit… que nena sucia

tu eres, coño. Why don’t you

use a toy for me, hm?

Pretend it’s me stretchin’

you out, bebita.”

“Okay… oohhh… Mmm…Miguellll, ”

“Atta girl, you’re doing so good

for me, f- fuck! Papi

needs you, too, sweetheart-”

“Papi, I’m close…”

“Let it out for

me, baby, let yourself

feel good, Mm?”

You then let out soft whimpers and moans as you pump your toy in and out of you, riding your high.

“Fuck, you sound so fucking

pretty, princess.

Be a good girl for me and

send me some pictures and

videos, yea?

Show me what you’re doin to

that cute cunnie over there.”

“Ungh, o-okay, papi,

I will.”

“Aww, that’s a good girl,

so perfect for me. No puedo esperar

para comerte y tenerte todo para mí.”

After you came on your fingers, you sent Miguel a couple photos and videos of you spreading yourself for him. You’ve never done this before, so this was a total experiment for you, your blush the deepest red it’s ever been. You weren’t sure what angles to use or how to position yourself, but regardless of your worries, you made art, and it was art that Miguel had loved and saved to a private folder to look back on in the future. He’s def looking at them at work tomorrow. You bit your lip to find messages of photos and clips of his own massive cock in his equally large fist, his seed splayed out on his thick thighs and across his sculpted v-line, the sight making the heat between your legs ache once more. It made you salivate.

gracias a dios por este hombre que bellamente has creado y me has dado.

(Thank you god for this man you so beautifully created and given to me).

You think tonight will be a night for falling asleep with the help of your rose toy again. But that’s ok.

Miguel will definitely make it up to you the next day, and that was a promise.

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Hope u liked it!!!

Also rlly hope y’all like Conchata, she’s supposed to give kind of cool mom/rich grandma vibes.

She def has those mysterious strawberry candies that live in the bottom of her Louis bag, always ready to give to the kids.

Like I said, Miguel only knows peace n happiness in my mind palace, and so he’s gonna have a good mom bc I want him to <3 Gabriel is still his brother as well, I’ll talk about him later tho 👀

Anyways, see y’all in the next chapter!!!

Mwah!!! Xoxo

Cutie patootie taglist:

@honey-eyed-munson

@migueloharastruelove

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Are you mine? - Chapter seven: "Here's our chance to make it (make it into something more)"

Summary: Spencer is having issues dealing with Gideon's death, and maybe a close to dead situation is what he needs to come back from his sadness. Raven's first birthday is here! Warnings: Cursing, rotten fluff and some smut. Dom!reader sub!Spencer for the first time in this story. Word count: 8.305 words A/N: We needed something lighter after the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

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(Y/N)'s point of view

There is something Spencer and I have always had trouble with. Dealing with feelings. No surprise it took us over five years to confess our love, or why he hid the fact he had gotten Dilaulid from me after Prentiss died. We have worked on it, year after year, knowing it's our weakness. And we've gotten way better at dealing with our emotions. But when Gideon died, I knew Spencer would be more vulnerable.

I just never imagined he would isolate us so much. 'Till the point where he didn't come home one night. He told me he wanted to review some data for a paper he was working on, and that he would be home around nine. But after ten, he was still nowhere to be found, not answering my texts.

- "Ragazza, I'm sorry to call you so late."- Rossi's voice nearly gave me a heart attack as I picked up the phone, thinking it was Spencer. - "I just thought I'd let you know your husband is still at the BAU, sitting at his desk, staring at a chessboard."

- "Thank you, papa Pasta. Did he say anything?"

- "He tried to convince me he was coming home, but I'm pretty sure the coffee machine was on."- I sighed and closed my eyes, exhausted and terrified at the same time. - "I'm guessing he hasn't processed Gideon's death that well."

- "We've talked about it, but this is harder for him than I can begin to understand. Gideon was like a father to him, more than his own. He was his hero."- I whispered and looked at Raven, asleep in her crib.

- "The kid still has trouble dealing with his emotions, but I'm sure he will be ok soon."

- "Thank you for calling, Rossi."

I drove all the way back to the BAU with my daughter asleep in the backseat. I know I said I was going to let Spencer grieve and go through his process, but I wasn't going to let him alone. Never.

Rossi was right. There he was, sitting at his desk, sipping a cup of coffee, staring at a chessboard. My heart ached to think he was suffering. I walked slowly and tried not to scare him as I stood next to him, and his eyes found me. He felt busted and not a single word came from his lips. So I just smiled at him, carrying our asleep baby in my arms.

- "I brought you dinner"- I whispered and showed him a paper bag. - "Pasta carbonara."

- "Thank you, ma cherie. But I was almost on my way back home."- he lied, probably to calm me down. I just shook my head and fondled his cheek with my hand after I left the food on his desk.

- "It's ok if you have to stay here for another while. I just wanted to make sure you ate something that's not from the vending machine."

Spencer didn't say a word. He stared at me with watered-up eyes and sighed. His hand caressed mine as I kept it on his cheek, and then rubbed Raven's back.

- "I'm... sorry, ma cherié, I didn't mean to worry you."

- "It's ok, Batsy. I just want you to be ok."

- "I will be, I promise."

- "I know."- I leaned over and kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes and sighed.

- "Come on, chipmunk. Let's go home."

- "Are you sure?"

- "Yeah."

I don't know why I thought that'd be enough to bring my husband back to reality with us. But, of course, he still needed more time to finish grieving on his own. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time for him to go through his process at his own pace, because we were a week away from Raven's first birthday and we had a huge party planned. The team was invited, along with Frank, Mikey, Lu, our families, and even Diana was coming from Las Vegas. And I needed my husband to help me prepare everything.

But I wasn't going to push him, I knew that would only make things worse.

The following morning we were called in earlier 'cos there had been a bomb explosion at a coffee house in Indianapolis. Six dead and sixteen wounded. No one had claimed responsibility, but police were sure it was related to a bomb going off at a local school a week earlier. The first thought we all shared was domestic terrorism, along with religious groups. Hotch was worried, so he pushed the plane to be ready earlier and planned to get to Indianapolis in two hours.

On the jet, we reviewed what we knew. It wasn't much, except for the fact the unsub was escalating fast.

- "This is interesting."- Kate pointed out as we all read our case files - "The maintenance worker killed at the school was working late installing a new circuit panel. He wasn't supposed to be there."

- "It's weird how the word Interesting can only mean "this shit is getting worst" when we are at work." - I whispered to my husband, trying to make him smile. And he did chuckle, which was a big achievement, considering he hadn't slept more than an hour the night before, and he had spent the entire night sitting in the living room, staring at a chess board. He totally denied it, but he wasn't fooling me.

- "Reid."- Hotch said, looking at me, but my husband raised his eyes from the paper and started rambling, just on cue.

- "So the unsub may not have intended to kill anyone. And if he canvassed the site beforehand, he would have anticipated the school being empty."

- "Exactly."- Kate whispered as she nodded at Spencer, as JJ continued talking.

- "But with the coffee house, he struck first thing in the morning, when it would be packed."

- "Maximizing collateral damage."- Morgan added, staring at a blank space as he spoke.

- "That doesn't sound good. This unsub is getting too comfortable and cooky way too fast."- I spoke my mind and noticed Rossi nodded at me, so he was probably thinking the same.

- "Successful bombs always have a practice run. Maybe the school was his."- Aaron analyzed as he went through his file case again.

- "But what's his endgame? Most bombers like the attention they get from playing God. They don't go dormant, they strike again."- Morgan pointed out the fact none of us liked about bombers: they don't stop fast enough, not like the other serial killers.

- "Let go with the facts."- I said and looked at the team - "No one's claimed responsibility for either attack. That could point away from a fundamentalist or a fear-driven offender."

- "Maybe it's personal."- JJ suggested.

- "I don't wanna be the one who pissed this guy off."- I added and closed my file.

- "We'll rely on divide and conquer."- Hotch pointed out our course of action. - "Victims, witnesses, and ballistics. See if we can find a pattern so we can prevent a third attack."

I was glad I was paired with my husband that day. Sadly, Hotch sent us to the hospital, to talk with the victims and any potential witnesses. It wasn't any better when a poor injured man told Spencer he was looking for his father. It seemed like life kept slapping him with random situations that could remind him of Gideon, and his loss.

I held his hand as we walked down the hall. Totally unprofessional, I know, but at that point in our relationship I really didn't care if our Unit Chief or anyone had anything to say to that behavior. I wasn't going to stop supporting my husband just because the FBI PDA said so. And less considering our current situation.

- "Reids."- Hotch called us as he walked toward us.

- "He can't find his father."- Spencer started explaining as if he had to excuse himself for talking to people when that was in fact what we were supposed to do.

- "There are a number of people still in surgery."- Hotch replied, trying to calm Spencer down, considering the circumstances.

- "And police are trying to talk to some of the witnesses as well."- I added and took a look around. There were so many injured, they were being kept in the halls of the hospital, 'cos they had run out of room in the ER.

- "Maybe we should consider cognitive interviews." - Spencer suggested, but it was too rushed and I guess he knew it too, but he just wanted to help people.

- "Witness accounts are varied, which is to be expected. When people are more emotionally ready, it'll be a good idea."- Hotch replied and Spencer took another look around, clearly looking for someone.

- "Who are you looking for?"- I asked and caressed his fingers with my thumb.

- "Have you seen the pregnant woman anywhere?"- Spencer seemed worried.

- "Yeah, she's still in the delivery room."- Hotch replied, not even blinking.

- "We should talk to the guy who rescued her."- Spencer suggested and I nodded.

- "Definitely, he may have seen something the others didn't."

- "Allen Archer. He's been treated and released."- Hotch informed us and we nodded. Of course, he already had it all covered.- "JJ and Kate are on their way to his house now. Are you guys gonna be ok on your way to the station? I need to see the M.E."

- "We are fine."- I assured our boss and he just nodded mumbling "Thanks." and walked out of the hospital. I looked at Spencer rushing to the closest nurse and asked about the injured father, but he hadn't made it, and they were about to give him the news. Spencer didn't need to see that, so I held his hand and tried to walk him down the aisle to another room. But he didn't move. He stared from a distance at that man receiving the news his father had died.

- "Come on, Spencer. Let's go."

Spencer's point of view

Dealing with depressing episodes in my life wasn't really something new. And yet I still didn't know what I was doing. You might think I could have some experience, but yet, I couldn't handle my emotions correctly. I knew I was keeping everything inside so as not to hurt my wife and kid, and that by doing that, there was a chance I could be hurting them anyway. I tried to do my work the best way possible, but watching people losing their family, especially that man crying over his dead father, was a slap on the face that brought back all the feelings I didn't know how to deal with.

Rossi tried to talk to me about how I felt. I told him I was just tired and dealing with everything. I even told him a little about all the plans we had for Raven's first birthday, to ease the mood. Maybe I had to focus on those facts as well and start moving on from grief.

- "We got a 911 call!"- Hotch opened the door, suddenly- "I want you and Morgan with Allen Archer. Someone put a bomb in his car. Now!"

All the way to the Archer's, all I could think of was (Y/N)'s goodbye kiss when we left the station. I was glad Morgan had a specialization in explosives because I didn't know what could happen if the bomb squad didn't make it on time to the scene. We literally jumped out of the car as we got there, and tried to move Mrs. Archer and her baby girl as far from the explosive as possible, and then, we analyzed our chances.

- "How the hell did we beat the bomb squad here?"- Morgan was upset, and most of all, he was nervous about the outcome of our situation.

- "I could give you statistics, but I don't think this is the time."- I tried to joke to ease the mood, but Morgan didn't react. - "Are we really gonna do this?"- I asked and he just nodded, looking around in case the bomb squad was in sight. They weren't.

- "Turn your cell phone off."- Morgan commanded and started walking toward the car

- "(Y/N) is gonna kill me."- I whispered to myself.

- "Whipped."- Morgan replied immediately and smiled. He would never miss the chance to tease me, that's a fact.

We reached the car and immediately kneeled next to it, to check the undercarriage. There it was, a homemade bomb.

- "Nitroglycerin."- I whispered and sighed as we stood up to talk with Mr. Archer.

- "No, no, no. Stay back. Stay back! Stay back. I don't want anybody else to get hurt!"- who was, of course, losing it.

- "Stop talking. Just listen. Just listen to me!"- Derek commanded- "We're with the FBI and we're here to help. When you put your foot down, you trigger the arming mechanism. Now, if you move, you could set it off."

- "Where are Brenda and Hannah? Are they ok? I don't want them to die, too."

- "Nobody's gonna die."- Morgan was sure of it, and I had to trust him as well.

- "They're safe. Don't worry. The bomb squad's gonna be here soon."- I added in a softer voice, trying to calm him down.

- "I need you to keep the exact pressure that you have on that brake as you have right now. If you don't, all three of us are gonna die."- so much for calming the poor guy, I thought and widened my eyes.

- "Well, can you do something?"- Mr. Arched asked, and it was a pretty good question, so I looked at Morgan and nodded.

- "Can you?"- Derek didn't reply. Instead, he looked at us and then knelt again to take a good look at what we were dealing with.

- "This thing's homemade, but the framework is familiar."- and to be honest, those were the words I needed to hear- "Yeah. Yeah, I can disarm this. I just need something sharp."

- "I've got a knife in my glove box."- Mr. Archer said and walked to the other side of the vehicle and slowly opened the passenger's door.- "It's underneath the map. Right there."

- "Sir, just sit still. You're doing fine."- Morgan said from underneath the car. - "I'm gonna get you out of here."

I jogged to Derek and knelt by his side as I gave him the knife. But before he started working, he moved and looked at me for a second, and whispered.

- "Hey kid, I think you should back up."

- "Not happening."- I replied as I shook my head and didn't move an inch from his side.

- "You have to be at your baby's birthday party."

- "So do you."- I replied without second guessing what I was doing. There was no way I was leaving him alone. - "What's the next step?"- I grabbed my flashlight and pointed at the bomb, as Morgan moved closer to it to take a better look.

- "Alright, the trick is rendering the pressure sensor inactive without letting the detonator think that it's time to go. The only problem is, this son of a bitch built this thing by himself and he used all the same color wires."

- "Seven wires and you don't know which one to cut? I'm not so crazy about these odds."- I cut Morgan a short smile, trying (again) to ease the mood.

- "It's gotta be one of these two right here."- Morgan pointed them out but didn't decide which one to cut.

- "Guys, you gotta do something quick here, man."- and just on cue, Mr. Archer started panicking. - "My foot is cramping up. I cannot keep my foot on the pedal."

- "Sir, please, please. If you want to stay alive, I need you to keep that foot down and try to sit still, please."- Morgan commanded again. It wasn't a request, it was an order. And so, Archer didn't move. Morgan needed to make a calm decision, and that man wasn't helping.

- "Reid..."- Derek whispered after a few seconds. - "It's probably this wire right here if he stayed true to the original design."

- "Go with your gut."- I murmured and tried to be as reassuring as possible. I closed my eyes as Morgan moved the knife closer to the wire and made a decision. All I had in my mind at that minute was my wife and my baby, and how I didn't want to waste any more seconds of life feeling sad when I could be with them and make them happy instead.

Morgan cut the wire and all I could hear were the sirens approaching. I couldn't even breathe.

- "What? Well?"- Archer asked, and that was when we both let out the breath we were holding and stood up.

- "Sir, you're fine. You can get out of the car."- Morgan said and moved the door for him.

- "Are you serious? You did it? You did it? I'm gonna live?!"- Allen Archer couldn't believe it, he was nearly crying as he moved.

- "Let's get you to your family."- I said and helped him out of the vehicle, only to feel his shaking arms around me in a second, as he hugged me tight.

- "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much."

The bomb squad arrived just in time to receive Morgan's defused mechanism.

- "Rossi was right. The unsub doesn't like sharing attention."- I pointed out as we walked back to our car.

- "So he's decided to eliminate Allen Archer. And now he's graduated to Nitroglycerin."- Morgan added.

- "We should put the Archers in protective custody until further notice."- I grabbed my phone and turned it on as we got into the car.

- "Once the bomb squad's done clearing that house, I want to take another look at that device and see if there's anything else we can learn."- Morgan turned to me and raised an eyebrow.- "Are you calling Hotch?"

- "Hey chipmunk! we are ok, don't worry."

- "Of course, you are not!"- Morgan mumbled and chuckled, shaking his head. I bet he was thinking I was whipped. But I didn't care.

Nothing like a close-to-death situation to put your own life in perspective, I guess. The perks of working at the BAU.

On the way back home, after getting our unsub - who wasn't Allen Archer by the way, he was just a secondary killer who tried to impress his wife and killed seven people in the process, Rossi and I had another talk that helped me. That time I faced my feelings as I stared at my wife sleeping on the other side of the plane. We ended up playing chess, which surprised me because I didn't know Rossi could play. Well, I finished him in five moves, but that doesn't mean he wasn't a good contender. It was refreshing playing with someone else and talking about random things with him.

When we got home that night, Raven was still awake, and I held her tight as I heard her giggling with all the kisses I kept giving her. Frank was babysitting when we got home, which was always nice. He has been a great godfather to Raven, and they have an amazing bond, of which I am not jealous, not at all.

- "I'm glad you are here, guys because we need to go through a few details for Raven's party."- Frank said and smiled at us.

- "Why are you giving us your psycho smile?"- (Y/N) questioned right away.- "It's freaky. It means you are plotting something. I know you."

- "Stop it with the Jedi mental powers."- Frank argued right away.- "I just was wondering if you changed your mind about location. Do you still wanna do it here? Or did you talk with your mom about having the party in her house?"

- "We talked about it."- my wife explained.- "And I think we are gonna do it at my mom's. Why?"- and immediately, Frank's face changed to pure bliss.

- "Great!! That means there is gonna be enough room for the band! We have been rehearsing a few of Raven's favorite tunes, and we wanna play for her."

- "What?"- (Y/N) stared at her friend, trying to process what was going on. I stared at them for a moment and then looked at Raven, who kept her gaze on Frank the entire time he talked.

- "Yes, we have been practicing a lot for this gig! It's the most important show ever! My goddaughter has to have the best and only the best."

There was a deep silence, as me and (Y/N) tried to understand what Frank was telling us. It was the sweetest proposition ever, and honestly, we were moved. (Y/N) moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around her friend.

- "You are gonna rock!"- that was her answer, and Frank's eyes lit up immediately.

- "Thank you, nugget!! You are not gonna regret this!"

- "I know I will!- she joked and punched his arm, playfully.

- "Come on! The lullaby tunes of Slayer we are working on are gonna be a hit at the party!"- the way he said those words made me think he wasn't actually joking.

- "Paco! Keep it family-friendly, ok?"- (Y/N) warned him, half joking, half serious.

- "Sure, sure. So, I'm gonna get going, let me know when you need a babysitter for Birdie."- Frank grabbed his things and kissed Raven's cheeks a million times before even walking to the door.- "I love you, little lady."

- "She loves you too."- I assured him as I started waving at him, making Raven do the same.- "Say bye-bye to Uncle Frank."- our baby daughter mumbled "Bye!" as Frank kept waving at her from the door.

- "See you Saturday, Birdie!"

- "Can you believe we are gonna have a one-year-old baby daughter?"- I asked my wife as she got into bed with me later that night. I put aside the book I was reading and looked at her as she got under the covers and cuddled with me.

- "No, that still sounds like a fairy tale to me."- she whispered and hid her face in my neck. - "I still can't believe we are married."

- "Me neither. You are still way out of my league."- I confessed and my wife giggled against my skin.

- "Shut up, today Einstein's great-granddaughter flirted with you."

- "What are you talking about?"- I was honestly confused as (Y/N) moved and looked into my eyes with a playful smile.

- "Don't play the fool, Morgan told me she was all over you in a crime scene, Doctor Reid."

- "I have no idea what you are talking about!"- I wasn't even lying. Yes, doctor Einstein had been taking a look at Archer's truck, I had seen her, even talked to her for a minute. But that was it.

- "Come on!"- my wife raised an eyebrow and stared into my eyes, trying to find any sign of deceit in them. - "You surely must know the effect you have on women."

- "What effect? She was just the forensic specialist!"- I whispered/yelled, 'cos I didn't want to wake Raven in the other room.

- "She flirted with you! Morgan said it had been awkward."- (Y/N) continued talking, and I wanted to kill Morgan. What was he talking about?

- "That never happened!"

- "You were a bad boy, Spencer."- and the tone of voice my wife used gave me goosebumps immediately.

- "No, I wasn't! I didn't do anything wrong!"- I tried to excuse myself, but she shook her head and ran his hand through my hair, tugging it as she kept staring into my eyes.

- "You've been very naughty, Dr. Reid. You flirted with a girl and never told her you were married."

- "I don't have to tell people I'm married. I wear a ring that screams I'm yours."

I was confused and aroused at the same time by that point of the conversation. My wife was acting so dominant, and the fact she called me by my honorifics wasn't helping. She clearly knew what she was doing to me.

- "Does it?"- (Y/N) whispered and rubbed her lips against my neck. - "Only the ring?"

- "And me, all of me."- I replied and ran my hand up and down her bare arm as she started kissing my neck, leaving little marks on my skin. - "You know I love you too much to even look at another woman, cara mia."

- "Do you? Really?"- she whispered as she bit my skin softly, making me shiver as I closed my eyes, feeling how I melted underneath her touch. - "Do you wanna be a good boy and tell me?"

My brain shut down with those words. Good boy. God! I wanted to be her good boy so badly. So I immediately nodded and felt her leaving a mark on my neck as she bit and sucked on my skin.

- "I love you so much, ma cherie. So much, there is no other woman in the entire world for me but you."

- "Not even Einstein's great-granddaughter?"

- "Not even her, not anyone. Just you."

I felt her move on the bed as she sat on my lap, straddling me. She held my face with both hands and stared into my eyes as I looked at her with pure love and lust.

- "I don't know, Dr. Reid. I'm not sure I believe you."

- "Do you want me to show you?"- I whispered and tried to move to hold her waist, but (Y/N) pushed my hands away from her and grabbed them tight.

- "No. I want to punish you for being a flirt."- her words stopped time. That was the first time my wife had ever said such a thing, and it got me so hard I felt embarrassed. But she was driving me crazy, and she hadn't even started with me yet.

- "P... pu... punish me?"- and I even stuttered, 'cos I was nervous

- "Yes. You need to learn to respect your wife, Dr. Reid."

And as she pronounced those words, she started rubbing herself against my erection, making me moan immediately.

- "God, I'm... I'm so sorry."- I mumbled as I tried to move my hands but hers were tight against them, immobilizing me.

- "You don't get to touch me yet. You haven't earned that right."- she whispered slowly as she kept rubbing her body in the exact spot that drove me insane with lust.

- "Please."- I begged, my voice was a little whimper that could have embarrassed me. But didn't. She had me right where she wanted. I wanted it too.

- "Not until you've learned your lesson."- (Y/N) smirked and removed her hands from my wrist.- "Don't you dare touch me, Dr. Reid. Or you are gonna regret it. Ok?"

- "Yes."

- "Yes what?"- she raised an eyebrow and stared into my eyes, waiting for my answer. I didn't hesitate, I just wanted to please her. So I quickly replied.

- "Yes, ma'am."

- "Good boy."- and just like that I realized I would do anything she'd asked me to do if it meant she'd call me a good boy again.

My wife moved from my lap and pulled down my pajama shorts, never taking her eyes off mine. It took a lot of self-control not to tangle my fingers in her hair as she slowly crawled and kissed the tip of my fully hard cock. I was already dripping for her and the sounds I made with that simple kiss were too embarrassing to recreate. I melted completely underneath every one of her touches.

- "Let me explain to you how this is going to be, Doctor Reid." - my wife held my erection and slowly (painfully slowly may I add) started jerking me off. - "You can't come until I tell you to come. Am I clear?"

- "Yes ma'am."- I answered so quickly I almost interrupted her.

- "Good. Now tell me, Doctor Reid, do you think any other woman could ever make you feel so good?"

- "Nev..."- I couldn't continue talking 'cos I felt the warmth of her mouth capturing my entire member, and the only sound that could come from my mouth was an animalistic groan.

- "Sorry, I didn't get you."- she stopped what she was doing and raised an eyebrow. - "You were saying?"

So that's what my wife was going to do to me: tease me until I'd lose it.

- "No other woman could ever make me feel like you do, ma cherie."- I answered quickly as she started sucking me off one more time and I felt her humming in agreement against my dick.

- "Oh shit"- I mumbled and held the bed sheets tight in a desperate attempt to keep my hands from her body, something that sounded incredibly easy, but ended up being a whole different challenge.

I tried to keep my eyes open as long as I could. I knew I couldn't come, but she was doing all the things she knew I loved, and it was hard not to lose myself in the moment.

- "How badly do you want me?"- (Y/N) asked me and licked the base of my dick. I opened my mouth but just couldn't say a word for a solid few seconds, the sensation was just too good and my brain wasn't working properly. - "Don't make me repeat myself."

- "I want you so much I feel I'm gonna go crazy"- I managed to say, feeling sweat forming on my forehead as I tried my best not to cum.

- "Not enough."- my wife replied and continued sucking me, wrapping her tongue around my dick, playing with it and teasing me in every single way possible.

- "Don't you want to touch me?"- she asked and ran her hand down her breast, toying with her nipples.

- "Please, yes."- I tried to move my hand, but she yanked it away.

- "You can't. At least not yet. Not until you've learned not to flirt with other women."- (Y/N) moved her hands down her body and my eyes followed every move, hypnotized.

- "I don't want anyone else, just you. Only you."

- "You say that... and then you flirt with the forensic."- her fingers reached the edge of her panties and disappeared underneath the fabric. My mouth was watering as I imagined how wet she was, how warm her pussy felt when I entered her. How delicious it tasted when I ate her out.

- "Please, let me show you I just love you. I only want you."- I begged and tried to touch her, but she raised her eyebrow and I immediately stopped. She didn't even have to say a word, just looked at me and I froze. - "I need to feel you, please ma'am. Let me touch you."

- "You haven't earned it yet."- she replied and moved her index finger from her pussy to her lips, licking and sucking it slowly.

- "You are torturing me."- I almost felt like crying, it was so frustrating being so turned on and not being able to come or even touch my wife.

- "Am I?"- she whispered and moved upon my body, like a panther playing with their prey. - "Well, if you are not enjoying this..."- she made an attempt to move, but I widened my eyes and shook my head.

- "No! No! Please don't go! I'll behave, I won't complain. Just please, do something!"

(Y/N) sighed as she stared at me with a small satisfactory smile on her face. She ran her fingers up and down my chest and shook her head.

- "Maybe you need to beg a little more. Tell me how badly you want me to make you feel good."- my wife sat upon me again and started rubbing my cock against the fabric of her panties, so painfully slowly for a moment, I thought I was going to go crazy with desire.

- "Ma cherie, please, I'm begging you, make me feel good. I love you so much."

- "How much?"- she kept rubbing against my body, nearly making me spill myself.

- "I would kill anyone who dares threaten you, cara mia."- I answered quickly, trying to suppress the moans and failing in the process. - "I love you so much that one day without you is agony. I want you so much that no other woman on earth could ever come close to what you make me feel. I need you, ma cherie. I wanna make you feel good too."

And I guess my Gomez Addam's speech really pleased her 'cos that was when she guided me to her entrance and slipped my dick slowly inside of her. So slowly I could feel how every inch of me entered her, and my brain shut down.

- "Keep talking, Dr. Reid."- (Y/N) whispered between sweet moans- "You almost convinced me."

- "I love you"- that was all I managed to say as she started to move upon me and my entire being focused on not coming right away.

- "And?"

- "Please, please ma cherie, I wanna come..."- I mumbled and she shook her head as she kept bouncing on me.

- "No, you can't come until you've learned your lesson."

- "I've learned it, I swear. Please, please at least let me touch you. I need you."- and as a miracle, she guided my hands to her warm breast.

- "Oh god."- I mumbled and sat down immediately to start kissing every inch of her skin available to me. My mouth moved from her breast to her neck until I found her lips, and she continued moaning against my lips as I kissed her.

- "I love you so much, ma cherie."- I managed to whisper as I felt her hands on my back scratching me. - "I just wanna make you happy."- I mumbled against her lips as I continued kissing her.

- "Make me come and you can come."- she replied and looked at me with a dirty smirk on her lips. If that was a challenge, I was ready to obey and fulfill my duty.

I held her waist tight as I laid back and increased the rhythm of my hips bucking against her. I held her in place and watched her breast bounce as she moaned quietly.

- "Come here."- I whispered, but she didn't move, she just raised an eyebrow and stared at me.- "Please, ma'am. Let me please you."

And she finally leaned on me, resting her hands on each side of my head, capturing my lips in a kiss that left me breathless for a moment. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, edging me. I held her tight and increased my pace, the sound of her body slamming against mine became the only sound we both could hear besides our own muffled moaning.

- "I'm so close."- my wife whispered, resting her forehead on mine. I kept one hand on her waist, and moved the other to her breast, playing with them and guiding one to my lips.

- "Shit... Spencer, please... I'm gonna..."- but she didn't even finish that sentence, her orgasm washed over her and took me to my own release in a second. I kept my hands in place as she slowly started decreasing her movements, until her whole body leaned on mine, panting.

- "I love you."- she whispered and kissed my neck before she started giggling. - "Was it too weird?"

- "No, it was incredibly sexy calling you ma'am and having you bossing me in bed."- I confessed and held her cheek to kiss her lips. - "We should do this more often, actually."

- "So there is a little sub in you trying to find his way out, Doctor Reid."- my wife smiled and kissed me again.

- "Yes, ma'am."- I replied and smiled against her lips.- "But only for you. No one else but you."

(Y/N)'s point of view

Raven's first birthday party was a ride! The entire family was excited about the event and helped get everything for the party. We drove early to my mom's with Diana and Aunt Ethel and discovered my dad was already there, helping her set the tables in the backyard. Soon after, Frank, Lu, and Mikey showed up, ready to help with anything we needed. Which included, of course, messing around and making Raven laugh the entire time. It was incredibly hard putting her down for her nap, but I knew if she skipped it, nothing was going to go right.

Rossi, Hotch, and Jack showed up around four, holding presents for our baby. I thought it was sad Aaron and Beth had broken up, they were the perfect couple. But I knew he didn't want to talk about it and get all sad and melancholic.

- "Aunt (Y/N)!"- Jack ran and hugged me as soon as he walked into the house.

- "Oh my god, Jack! Why are you so tall! You are soon gonna be as tall as Spencer!"- I wrapped my arms around him and smiled at Hotch, who stared at us from the door.

- "Where is Birdie? I wanna give her the present I picked for her!"- Jack was incredibly excited, which made me very happy.

- "She is in the backyard, go ahead and say hi!"- Spencer said as Jack hugged him as well.

- "Thank you Uncle Spencer!"- and off he went.

- "Thank you for coming"- Spencer hugged both Rossi and Hotch and welcomed them to my parents' house. We hadn't even closed the door when JJ and Will showed up with little Henry, followed by Derek, Garcia, and her mystery companion: Emily Prentiss. I was in shock when I saw my friend standing in front of me, and most of all, I was amazed by the fact Penelope successfully kept a secret from us.

- "Like I was gonna miss this party!"- she said as I nearly fainted when I saw her at the door.

- "Oh my god!!! You are actually here!!"

- "Body and soul and ready to spoil your little princess."- Em said as she hugged me and Spencer tight.- "I missed you guys!"

- "We missed you too!"- Spencer whispered and smiled. - "I'm so happy you are here! Thank you so much for coming."

- "Nothing on earth would ever keep me from my best friends."- Emily replied and smiled at us.- "Now please tell me you have some booze."

- "We even have a rock band playing live."- I beamed and nearly clapped in excitement.- "Everybody is in the backyard, go ahead, we'll be right there."

Diana and my mom always got along perfectly, which I know made Spencer very happy. He had always been deeply protective of her, and it made my heart beat harder when I realized now he had a family helping him take care of Diana. We all loved her very much.

My brother and his girlfriend were at the party too. They had been dating for over a year, a new record in his life, and we all liked her. None of us knew if things between them could work out in the end, but at that point in life, we were glad Phoenix had someone by his side, no matter how long.

Kate, her husband, and her niece were there too, which made me incredibly happy because we had become very close friends and I honestly enjoyed having her on the team. I knew no one could ever replace Emily, but Kate had made me feel like in the old days at work. And let me tell you, at our work, that is deeply needed.

Raven was a little princess enjoying all the attention. The birthday theme was rainbows because she was currently obsessed with rainbows and unicorns, after Mikey got her a stuffed unicorn one day he babysat her. She crawled and played with everybody at the party. She especially enjoyed the ballpit Spencer had made for her. Pen helped me bake a million cupcakes because we created a cupcake rainbow for the party, it was fun and everybody loved it. Besides, it looked stunning at the table. However, despite the amount of sugar on the cupcakes, mom still got a birthday cake for Raven.

- "My granddaughter deserves a cake for her first birthday!"- she argued when I told her the cupcake idea, weeks before the party.

- "Mom, she is turning one, she can't even eat cake!"

- "And cupcakes she can actually have?"- she got me there.

- "If I wipe off the frosting, she can have a little bite."- I tried to win the argument, but it was impossible.

- "Stop, I'm getting her a cake."

And it ended up being a great idea, mostly because Raven looked adorable trying to blow her single candle on her cake as we all sang happy birthday. Frank and Mikey played a few songs for her, songs they had written for her when they babysit her, and that she definitely loved, because she kept clapping and staring at her favorite uncles with eyes filled with love and admiration.

We also had a few activities for the grownups. We had a nice prize to giveaway to whoever answered the most questions correctly. All of them Raven-related, of course.

- "Ok, for ten points, which was Raven's first word?"- I asked and Frank immediately grabbed a squeaky toy, making it sound like an animal.

- "Dada!"

- "That's correct!"- I replied in my best TV host imitation voice. - "And for 10 extra points, can you tell when she said her first word?"

- "It was... three weeks ago, when you guys came back from a case!"

- "That's correct! Frank has the lead with sixty points, followed by Pen with fifty."- I announced and everybody clapped, including Raven, who was happily resting on her father's arms. Spencer kept smiling and kissing her chubby cheeks as the grownups kept playing.

Eventually Frank won. He kicked ass in the flash round and Pen might or might not have gotten a little jealous. She argued Frank got to spend more time with Raven 'cos he was frequently babysitting when we were out.

- "The fact it was such a neck to neck contest only shows how much you love and care for our baby as her godparents.."- Spencer said and hugged Garcia, who was still pouting.- "And we have a prize for the second position as well."- he said and handed her a box with a cute mug, as Frank showed everybody the movie theater gift card he had won. He was honestly excited.

- "Ok little lady, you are gonna be my date to the movies." - he said as Raven raised her arms for him to pick her up from the ballpit she was playing in, again.

- "Well I think it's only fair that both her godfather and godmother take her to the movies to see her first movie."- Garcia added, and kissed Raven's head. I stared at the whole scene, feeling my heart filled with love. Our daughter was loved by so many people, and me and Spencer had created such a beautiful family, that tears kept threatening to fill my eyes.

I felt someone hold my hand, and my husband smiled at me as I turned around. He moved me to the side and hugged me, probably thinking the same as I was.

- "Enjoying your daughter's party, Dr. Reid?"- I asked him and he chuckled immediately.

- "Very much, Dr. Reid."

- "I'm not a Dr yet, I still need to present my thesis to the board."- I corrected him and my husband simply shook his head.

- "You are gonna do great."- there was silence between us for a few seconds, as we stared at the scene around us. Henry and Jack kept playing, Diana and my mom were eating cake and drinking coffee, enjoying what seemed to be a very interesting conversation 'cos they didn't stop laughing the entire time. Our friends seemed to be having fun, enjoying a few drinks in the backyard while Raven kept giggling on Frank's arm as Pen kept making funny faces to her.

- "Is it too weird to tell you I am a little sad she just turned one?"- Spencer whispered and I shook my head.

- "No, I don't think it's weird. Our baby is growing."- I murmured as I glued my eyes to Raven. One year had already passed, and it seemed like a whole lifetime had happened between that day and the day she had been born.

- "I just... It's selfish but I feel a little sad that my baby is growing up. She is already walking, soon she will be a little girl, start school... then college and before we know it, she will leave the house."- I stopped Spencer's rambing with my fingers on his lips, the ones he kissed immediately, looking right into my eyes.

- "You are overthinking, hon. None of that will happen today, and today we enjoy our daughter's first birthday, ok?"- he sighed and nodded. - "What if we take the official picture before the sun sets and we run out of natural light?"- I suggested, to take his mind from the dark place he had gone. He nodded one more time and kissed me.

- "Gomez! Morticia!"- Mikey called up and shook his head.- "This is a kid's party, stop making out in front of your poor baby!"

I know I blushed and so did Spencer, as we parted and started walking back to our guesses.

- "I will never get used to that."- Emily teased us with an evil grin.

- "Me neither"- JJ added under breath, though I heard her quite clear.

- "After all the years we had to witness you two in denial of your love, now we have to deal with your corniness and worst of all, all the kissing."- Emily added and everybody laughed at her words. I just shook my head, a little embarrassed.

- "Do you remember that one time I actually sent you to Spencer's room to declare your love and you came back and got wasted on mini gin bottles 'cos you found Ashley in his room?"- the only one who knew that was Emily, which is why everybody gasped after she delivered that question.

- "Yes, I do, but let's not talk about that... and it wasn't gin, it was vodka, and we drank it before you sent me to declare my undying love in my pajamas."

- "What the hell was Ashley doing in your room?"- Garcia asked, opening her eyes in shock.

- "I don't know, Pen. Spencer?" - I turned and looked at my husband, who widened his eyes and shook his head.

- "I have no idea what you are talking about."

- "That case in Miami when you had an awful headache"- I remind him.- "I casually stopped by your room and Ashley opened the door. She said you were in the bathroom, so I just left."- Spencer stared at me perplexed. I had never told him I knew that.

- "That night she would never leave my room, I had to ask her to leave."- he whispered.- "I'm sure she just wanted to make sure I was ok."

And the entire party laughed. Every single grown up there. Even his mom.

- "Sure, Spence, she wanted to tuck you in."- JJ joked and shook her head.- "She wanted to have sex with you! Of course she did!"

- "I had never seen anyone more obvious in my entire life."- Derek added.

- "And the fact you were blind at her attempts to seduce you made it so much funnier."- Em commented.- "I'm still surprised Ashley was able to walk out of the BAU alive and by herself and not in an ambulance."

- "Me too."- I answered, thinking I was dying to hit Ashley the entire time she spent in the BAU.

- "I never noticed! I swear! I never understood her attitude! I was never interested in her."- Spencer explained and shook his head. - "And I refuse to have this conversation on the day of my daughter's first birthday."

- "You are right Spence, congratulations to Raven! She is the cutest little girl on earth."- JJ said and smiled at us.

- "And now that she is one year old, are you planning on giving her a little brother or sister?"- Rossi asked us and neither of us knew what to say.

- "Well, we haven't..."- Spencer stuttered and I simply answered.

- "Still not ready for a second baby. Maybe next year."

Which was true. We knew we wanted a big family, and having Raven had been an incredible ride. But I had to finish my PhD first, and we had plans to get a house in a couple of years, to raise our kids in a bigger place, with a backyard and a treehouse, like we had always dreamed of.

But of course, life was going to get in the way of that.

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neteyamssyulang · 1 year ago

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☫ Hunted by Desire ☫

☫ Pairing: Jake x Neytiri x Fem human reader ☫

☫ Based on this request ☫

☫ Also for the sake of this let’s just say that humans don’t really need exomasks anymore, they use shots to breath Pandoran air which lasts for awhile ☫

☫ Background: Your mates wanted to try a little roleplaying with you, how could you refuse?

☫ Warnings: Darkish, Predator v Prey, Dom Jake, Dom Neytiri, Sub reader, Fingering (R receiving), P in V, Oral (N Receiving), Knife kink, belly bulge, Breeding kink, Creampie.

☫ Total word count: 1395 ☫

☫ Translations: Nìprrte -> Gladly, Lu a tsìltsan tawtute sì rä'ä säwem ayoe -> Be a good human and don’t fight us, Po lu nìftxan narlor ma’tìyawn -> She is so beautiful my love, Kehe, oe new ne ewku her 'awve -> No, I want to taste her first, Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve -> Such a good girl, Ftang, oe new tsonta sur the hì'i tawtute -> Stop, I want to taste the little human, Oe 'en tsal lu nì'aw muiä -> I guess it is only fair, Fìtxan kalin -> So sweet, Paskalin -> Honey, Ma'tìyawn sweyn her mi for oe -> My love keep her still for me, Pom oe -> Kiss me, Lonu for ayoe sevin 'eve -> Release for us pretty girl, Srane, oe new tsal, Yes, I want it, Kalin 'eve -> Sweet girl.

☫ A/N: Well here it is, I’m hoping this meets your expectations anony! Enjoy <3

It was supposed to be a nice night, you had your ex military uniform on while you walked through the forest with Jake and Neytiri stalking from the shadows.

They planned each move with precision, Neytiri swiftly moved through the trees while Jake moved along the ground hiding in the shadows of eclipse.

You know they're watching you, waiting for the right moment to attack. Quickly you sprint down a pathway leading to one of the many lakes on pandora.

That's what seals your fate, you hear Jake's footsteps somewhere behind you and branches above creaking from Neytiri jumping on them now.

They know you can't outrun them, your just a small human. But they want to keep with the chase so they let you keep running.

A minute or so pass before your being pulled and pinned against a tree, Jake's dagger pressed against your neck "Well well, look what we got here." He smirked.

Neytiri climbs down from the tree grinning at you "Ma'Jake, let us teach this human a lesson for crossing into our territory."

"Nìprrte" Jake says before pulling away still holding his dagger in hand "Lu a tsìltsan tawtute sì rä'ä säwem ayoe."

Your brows furrow at what he's saying, Neytiri takes this chance and using her own dagger she cuts your uniform off leaving you in just your panties.

You mentally curse yourself for not wearing the bra but shit it gets hot in your uniform. Both na'vi stare in awe at you "Po lu nìftxan narlor ma'tìyawn.." Neytiri murmurs.

Suddenly Neytiri cuts off your panties and pushes you onto the ground, you fall on your ass with a thud but before you can get back up Jake is ontop of you kissing and licking at your neck.

Small moans escape your lips as he trails wet kisses down your body, Neytiri tugs at Jake's kuru as soon as he reaches the mound of your pussy "Kehe, oe new ne ewku her 'awve."

With a groan he gets up allowing Neytiri to take his place between your legs, your breath hitches as she licks a long stripe up your folds.

Two of her long slim fingers prode at your entrance before sinking into you, "Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve" she purrs. Her fingers curl inside coaxing out a small whimper from you.

She sets a teasingly slow pace admiring how your slick is drenching her fingers "Please..more.." you look at both of them with pleading eyes.

Neytiri stilled her fingers before pulling them out and leaning to sit up, she was about to put them in her mouth when Jake grabbed her wrist "Ftang, oe new tsonta sur the hì'i tawtute!"

"Oe 'en tsal lu nì'aw muiä" she grins as Jake lifts her fingers to his mouth sucking your juices clean off, "Fìtxan kalin."

Neytiri moves to settle herself behind you while Jake now gets on his knees between your legs, tewng already discarded. The woman behind you holds you in place as the man runs his cockhead up and down your slippery folds teasingly.

Your hips buck up to try and take him but are immediately held back down by one of his strong hands "Stop moving little one, you'll get what you want."

Jake presses his tip against your hole slowly pushing inside now, the stretch burns making you uncomfortable. Sensing your discomfort Neytiri leans her head down to your neck pampering it with kisses while running her hands up and down your sides slowly.

Once your more relaxed he keeps pushing till bottoming out, a prominent buldge can be seen in your stomach. "See that Paskalin?" He smiles ghosting his hand over it.

Your eyes drift to your stomach seeing the buldge, Jakes eyes drift to Neytiri "Ma'tìyawn sweyn her mi for oe", The woman nods shifting so her legs cage you in and hooks her arms your thighs keeping them spread.

Jake groaned as he pulled himself till the tip was just in then slammed his entire length back into you making you scream. His pace picked up with each thrust he delivered into you, Neytiri let one of your thighs go to grab Jake’s jaw forcing him to look at her.

“Pom oe” she purrs and he happily obliges leaning more forward to capture her lips with his, in the process his cock drives deeper inside you making you whimper.

His heavy balls slapped against your ass as he felt your dainty hands claw at his sides. Neytiri broke off the kiss panting slightly before running her free hand now up your body to your chest kneading your left breast.

Not wanting the other to feel left out Jake leaned down capturing your right one in his mouth suckling on the nipple. Your moans fill the area as a coil starts forming in your stomach threatening to burst at any moment.

Feeling your walls clench around him Jake releases your nipple trailing wet kisses to your neck “Lonu for ayoe sevin 'eve” he purrs.

Not needing any more confirmation your body shook as you came around his cock, a silent scream leaving your lips.

“Good girl” Neytiri murmurs nibbling on the left side of your neck. Leaning her head back up her and Jake exchange glances, with a nod she gets carefully moves laying your body fully onto the forest floor.

Removing her loincloth she throws it to the side before climbing ontop of you facing Jake, her glistening pussy directly above your face.

Neytiri slowly lowers herself down onto you, sucking in a sharp breath as you immediately dive in. Jake takes the opportunity moving one of his hands to grip the back of Neytiri’s neck pulling her into a deep kiss.

Their tongues fight for dominance which Jake wins, he swallows her moans while angling his hips to hit directly into your sweet spot. Your moans vibrate through Neytiri’s pussy making her ears pin against her skull.

Your tongue runs up and down her folds before sucking harshly on her clit coaxing out a small cry from the woman. She tastes so sweet you almost cant get enough.

Feeling his own orgasm approaching Jake moved his kisses from Neytiri’s lips to her neck panting. His fangs ghosted over her neck, finding a good spot he bit down hard but not enough to draw blood.

That was enough to drive Neytiri off the edge, her hips grind down onto your face riding out her high as you greedily slurp up her juices.

Removing himself from her neck Jake returns his attention back to you, his hands now firmly grip your hips pulling you to meet his harsh thrusts. Neytiri lifts herself off you moving to lean against the tree while still keeping her gaze on the both of you.

“Fuck babygirl..” he moans looking down holding eye contact now with you “Gonna breed this little pussy, make you round with my child.”

You let out a small whine clenching around him, the male chuckles softly “You want that little one?” , “Wanna be my little breeding bitch?” Jake moves one of his hands to grab his dagger now placing it against your neck.

“S-srane, oe new tsal” you mewl arching your back slightly, he grins leaning down to the crook of your neck, “Cum for me kalin 'eve” he whispers in your ear.

With one final firm thrust you cried out squirting on him, your body squirming from the immense pleasure. Holding you still Jake groaned finally releasing his seed deep inside you.

You drifted in and out of consciousness now, Jake carefully pulled out of you moving to grab the small cloth and bowl of water from Neytiri that she got from the small satchel you always carried.

Being as gentle as he can be he cleaned you up as well as Neytiri before doing himself. Neytiri pulled out spare clothing from your bag which was just a shirt, panties and some soft pants.

They both dressed you before moving to dress themselves, Jake now layed down on his back pulling you close so your head lays on his chest. Neytiri carefully layed behind you curling her tail around one of your thighs.

“You did so well for us little one” Neytiri says softly kissing the back of your head, “We’re so proud of you” Jake chimes in with a soft smile.

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sannirio · 2 years ago

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safe and sound [pt 3.]

pt. 1 pt. 2

wc: 2820

dom san x amab sub reader

18+ MINORS DNI 「im serious」

cw - non!idol au, werewolf san, heavy size kink, tummy bulge, dumbification, creampie, subspace, deep subspace, severe overstimulation, praise, degradation, san turning.

A/N: sorry this took so long ;( burnout was bad this week. i hope you like it though!

san had you on his lap facing towards him. sitting on the “bed,” your head was laying on his shoulder as he laid waste to your neck. hickeys and bite marks plastered your pretty neck. each time he left a mark a whimper escaped your lips, the sound was like a drug to him. you could feel him growing underneath you, his cock was bigger than you thought one could ever be. it was pushing past your ass basically half way down his leg. “nervous?” he growled into your neck before biting it once again, sending a shock down your spine. you nodded into his collar. was it even possible to fit that inside of you? either way you were going to try. “we’ll start slowly,” he whispered. his hands moved down to your hips, squeezing them slightly. “you’re going to grind yourself against me ok.” “first, i’m going to take these off.” san reached down and tugged at your pants. you lifted yourself up slightly, allowing him the space to pull your pants down past your knees and off your legs exposing your dick to him. he looked down at your cock smirking in the process. “aww you’re already so hard for me puppy.” you felt yourself get bright red. you tried to hide your face but san caught your chin in his fingers before you could turn away. “don’t get shy on me now hun, you’re going to show me how pretty you look while i’m inside of you.”

once again he placed his hands on your hips, slowly pulling you forwards. you felt your dick slowly push up against his abs, his shirt making it sensitive. you shivered as the fabric brushed the tip of your cock. san snickered under his breath. he continued to force your hips forwards and backwards, making your cock ache. you wanted to cum right there but before you could reach your high he stopped your movement. san took off his shirt, revealing his perfect body. wide shoulders, chiseled abs and massive arms. he was gorgeous… and huge. san placed you down and stood up, his hard on was extremely evident in his pants, it looked so heavy. he pulled his pants down slowly, revealing the monster that they were holding back. it was bigger than you thought, it was massive. it looked like it went past your elbow. if you had to guess it was around 33 cm, that was your best guess. “like what you see puppy?” all you could do was stare at his cock, “i’m going to assume yes” he smirked. “do you want a taste hun?” finally you looked up at him, red staining your cheeks. “yes sir” left your mouth before you could even think about what you wanted to say. “good boy” san whispered.

you were now kneeling on the “bed” slightly below sans cock, which was staring straight at you. “go on, let’s see how pretty you look with my dick down your throat” you placed a hand on the shaft of his cock while slowly licking the tip. san groaned, running his large hand through your hair. he tasted so good, he was already leaking into your mouth. you licked your lips before attempting to put him in your mouth. his tip filled you up completely. “holy fuck… how am i supposed to get this thing down my throat?” “good boy” san cooed, his words laced with lust and love. “c’mon you can go farther than that.” you pushed yourself a little bit farther down his length, 4 or 5 cm. you felt the head hit the back of your throat which made your eyes water slightly. “ awwww good puppy.” sans eyes were on fire, it looked like he wanted to devour you. again you pushed further, another 5 or so cm making you choke a bit. you were crying now, “how though?” you thought, you weren’t even half way down? you pulled off of him, gasping for air when he was all the way out. “good job!” san said smiling, “let’s see you go farther next time.” “again?” how could you go farther? he was so big, but you wanted to be good for him, you wanted to make him proud.

you took sans cock into your mouth again, sliding down to where you had been a few moments ago with a lot more ease. “see puppy, you just need practice!” the sensation mixed with sans praise was intoxicating. it was honestly making you feel fuzzy, you’d never been a space like this before, but it felt so good. once you got fully comfortable you moved down his length a bit more, it was easier this time. half way! you made it half way! you looked up at san to see his head thrown back, small gasps where escaping his lips. you were making him feel good. here was as far as you could go, comfortably that is, so you started moving. your mouth traveled up and down his length. a groan escaped him making you shutter. this sensation was so weird. you felt so small compared to him and yet you were kneeling here, him half way down your sore throat watching this man fall apart in front of you. “you’re doing so good puppy, making daddy feel like this.” you heard him growl. oh god, goosebumps washed over your torso. your mind was reeling, all you could think about now was his dick and being good for him. at this moment, that’s all you were meant for. san clasped one of his strong hands under your jaw simultaneously pulling his dick out of your throat. “good boy” he whispered “but it’s my turn to make my little baby feel good.”

san climbed up onto the “bed” positioning himself in front of you. he then pushed you onto your back. he was over top of you now, the motion of him pushing you backwards pulled your shirt up exposing your soft stomach to him. his cock was laying on it, still slightly covered in your saliva. one of his hands was up beside your head, the other was lazily tracing down your side making you shiver. san was mumbling under his breath, you heard him say “so beautiful~” he once again kissed your neck, leaving beautiful marks all over. when you were sufficiently marked up san moved his lips down to your chest then down to your stomach. his lips felt like a pillow brushing against you. then he got down to your hips, his hands were placed firmly on both sides. you took a deep breath as he took you in his mouth. this made you whimper loudly firing your hands down to try and cover yourself. san didn’t let you though, like he said, he wanted to make you feel good. your small hands wove through sans hair, desperate to hold onto something as your body began to fill up with the electric feeling. he’s moving slowly, on purpose, his mouth felt so good but you knew he wouldn’t let you cum any time soon. your arms moved upwards, the ability to do anything right now was gone. san was moving up and down, giving as much lazy attention as he could to your dick. you subconsciously thrust into him, a small moan escaping you, and a snicker from san. the embarrassment was overwhelming. you covered your face with your hands, san reached up and forced them off your face. “please,” you whispered, blotchy red patches plastering your cheeks. san raised his head letting you fall out of his mouth. “no hiding hun, you want to be good don’t you?” you nodded, you felt light headed, san praising you made you drunk.”

sans hands once again grasped your hips, using maybe 1% of his strength he rolled you onto your stomach. when the movement stopped you grabbed the pillow that was once under your head and pulled it close to you for support. two large hands groped your butt, spreading your cheeks apart. before you could say anything, san was eating you out. his tongue was doing circles around your hole. you had no idea this could feel so good. light moans escaped you, each time his tongue made a movement it sent shivers up your spine. san was enjoying himself way too much. he couldn’t help but smile every time one of those angelic whimpers left your lips. he lifted away from you, his mind reeling from how pretty you were right now. you felt a large finger touch you gently, circling around slowly in anticipation. “you need to get ready hun, im going to help you ok~” his pointer finger entered you, pushing slowly deeper into you until he was down to the knuckles. “good boy~ you’re doing so good.” san started moving his finger in and out of you making sure you adjusted to him. “now 2.” you felt a second finger enter you making you yelp. it hurt a little but more than anything it felt amazing. his fingers left your lower half feeling limp. “ok 3 now puppy” his third finger forced its way inside. how were you already feeling so full and he was just using his fingers? san made sure you were feeling good, his beautiful prince losing his mind and he wasn’t even done with you yet.

san pulled his fingers out of you leaving you feeling empty. “do you want me to fuck you puppy?” his voice licked your ears, the lust that danced around each syllable was suffocating. “yes sir” you stuttered, that wasn’t enough though “sorry i didn’t hear you can you please speak up?” “yes sir!” you needed him in you now. “relax my prince ill go slow ok~” you felt the tip of sans cock touch your hole lightly, then it moved forwards up to your back, he was teasing you. “please put it in sir” desperation filled your mind. you felt the tip of sans cock touch your hole again, for a split second he left it there then pushed himself inside. you felt yourself stretch open, his tip taking up every millimeter of you, already? “good boy” san whispered sending shivers down your spine. he pushed a bit more making you gasp. how can someone be so huge. you turned to look too see if maybe you could figure out how much of him he’s pushed inside. barely anything?! your head started reeling, how were you going to be able to take all of that? it was setting in now just how massive san was. pushed more of his cock into you, until he was about half way down. “see, good boy, you’re taking me so well. were almost there you can do it.” the pillow you were holding onto was your only source of support, the fullness you were feeling combined with sans cock brushing against your g-spot had you lulled into a trance of sorts. the amount of pleasure your were already feeling. perfection. san pushed the final few cm in forcing you to whimper, “fuck~ you’re so tight.” he growled. san felt so good, it was almost as if you were made for him, for him to fuck, to claim. he started moving slowly, each stroke creating a bump in you stomach that tickled when it brushed against the “bed.” angels danced around in your head, it was like you were floating. every thrust sent you deeper into the angelic trance you were in. san picked up his pace, his hips hitting your ass more and more. he was building speed, he was going to use you how he wanted too.

sans breathing was staggered, the way you pulled him in was intoxicating, he knew he was making you feel good. he again picked the pace up, he was fucking you so fast turing your soft whimpers in to moans and yelps. this feeling of possession was getting overwhelming, it was primal. a spark ran through sans nervous system, he was turning, and fast. the staggered breathing quickened as he felt the fur grow from his arms. he was trying to resist the transformation as best he could, but what was the point? the urge to claim you, make you his was too strong, overwhelming.

you could feel sans changing form as he fucked you, it scared you a bit of course, the fear was exhilarating though. “faster” you moaned through shallow gasps. san obliged. his cock stretched you open, the way he fucked you was amazing. you felt two large fur covered hands pick you up and pull you towards his chest. as your back came into contact with his body, he held your arms to either side of you keeping himself deep inside of you. looking down you saw the bulge his cock created. the sight of it added to the numbness you felt in your sub spaced brain. again sans paced quickened, any mercy he had was gone. the pace san had assumed was building your edge, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep it in. the speed at which he fucked you was intense, every stroke hit your g-spot forcing you to leak rivers. the “bed” was soaked with both of you combined, your cock leaking everywhere and the pre cum that was filling you up pouring out of your ass. san started to lick your neck and shoulders, you're a sticky brain dead mess. his tongue was just as relentless as his thrusts were, every inch of your neck and shoulders weren’t left untouched.

the pressure building on your g-spot was getting to a boiling point, even as you came sans pace didn’t slow, he was in so deep. the overstimulation san was forcing on your g-spot was getting to be too much, but he didn’t stop. you were shaking, the bliss and pleasure building up after you came was like a flame, every part of your body was on fire. cum was still dripping out of you like a waterfall. a low snarl graced your ear, as you fell limp onto san. you couldn’t move, all you could do was whimper, tears now running down your face. the overstimulation you were going through could leave even the strongest soldier weak. it felt so good but bad at the same time, like hot wax running down your back.

an eruption was building in san. “you filthy whore, you’re gonna take all of it. your pathetic little body's mine, MINE.” though you couldn’t respond sans statements added to your messy mind. one last rough stroke and san released his kids inside you, as deep as he could manage. the amount of cum he relinquished filled you up to the brim, forcing the already large tummy bulge to grow even larger. you not only felt full but looked it too. sharp moans pierced the air as san pumped every last drop of cum he could into your tummy, finally marking you as his. still sensitive, san pulled out of you, finally letting the metaphorical gallons of cum to pour out. he continued to hold onto as he did so turning back to his human form. he continued to hold you close as you came back from your overstimulation high, rocking you back and forth in his arms. as you re-entered your normal state, a strong hand brushed away the hair that plastered your forehead and eye area. breathing heavily you looked up to see a very human-looking san smiling over you. “you were so good babe.” he gave you a kiss and proceeded to grab a clean part of the blanket you two were on to wipe you clean. “you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?” san said softly as he worked away at your pre cum covered face with the blanket. a little dazed, you nodded, holding his gaze. “good hun, are you hurt at all?” again you nodded, a soreness was now spreading down your legs from your ass, that had been obviously masked by your orgasm. “it’s ok baby, let’s go clean up and i’ll take care of you. how does that sound?” “good” you whispered letting your head fall onto his shoulder as he picked you up, cum still spilling out of you. after a nice shower of fire-heated water, the two of you were back at the entrance of the cave. you wrapped in a fresh blanket on sans lap and him sitting there shirtless with a fresh pair of sweatpants on. “i’ve said it a million times already but you did so good for me puppy, you looked so pretty.” even though you had heard san say this a hundred times since you two finished, it still made you giddy. he pet your hair and gave you a kiss on your head.

you’d never felt more safe in your life.

sannirio©

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oiblackestsheep · 6 months ago

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what, in your opinion, are an intp’s needs in a relationship? (coming from an infj.) love your blog, you’ve got some amazing insights 🫶

Aww, thanks INFJ anon. 🫶 I try my best to have interesting insights that bring something fresh to the table!

INTP's Needs in a Relationship

I've been in the same relationship for 8.5 years (and we actually MET ON TUMBLR BECAUSE OF THIS BLOG WHICH IS SO FUNNY AND NERDY), all of this to say, I've had a lot of time to think about my relationship needs even from the MBTI perspective as an INTP, because that was how my ENFJ and I kinda started out getting to know, like, what we each needed from each other, so, here we go!

Disclaimer: This is assuming that the INTP is already getting everything that everyone needs in a basic healthy relationship like, you know, feeling emotionally safe and being treated with respect, etc..

Intellectual stimulation: INTPs generally love understanding new things and how they work, so ideally their partner can share that interest with them in some way! They can be pretty curious people, so joining them in their quest for uncovering the "how" and "why" of everything will make them feel understood, themselves, and closer to you in the process!

Clear explanations of your feelings: Because INTPs have inferior Fe, they tend to have a habit of intellectualizing their own emotions when they talk about them, which can cause complications with understanding other people's emotions, too. Finding a way to be patient and know that even healthy INTPs might still struggle with connecting with other people's emotions (especially at first in a relationship) isn't necessarily because they don't want to, but more that it doesn't always come naturally, so they don't always know how to. If they're a healthy person, they will want to understand, just try not to take it personally while they are practicing/learning!

Alone time: This one should be pretty straight-forward lmao. They're introverted, so they like to recharge doing solo-activities, and they're intuitives, so they have their own little theoretical world full of bizarre ideas to entertain themselves with that might not always be easy to follow at first. I find that introverts in general (maybe the INxx types even moreso) like to engage in parallel play where their partner also does something quietly nearby, but still a separate activity. As an INFJ, yourself, I'm sure you can relate in your own way, so it's likely easy to give them what they need!

Humor them/hear them out: This might sound a little vague, and I guess in some ways it is, but this is mostly about their auxiliary Ne. ENTPs and ENFPs get most of the attention when it comes to high Ne, but INTPs (and INFPs, too!) place a lot of importance on it, too, which can often manifest itself in conversations like "what if __", "imagine if __", etc.. To put it bluntly, it might seem a bit... directionless, and that's because sometimes it kind of is! It's just about thinking of random possibilities that are non-serious and funny in the moment, and don't really go anywhere else outside of the current discussion or hold any larger, overarching significance. Sometimes it's less about the actual topic itself, and more about having some random fun and "playing along" that makes a world of a difference to a playful INTP (or high Ne user in general). This point got away from me a little bit which I think, in a way, is the perfect exemplification of what I was trying to say in the first place, lmao. Hope that makes sense! If your INTP ever sounds like whatever the hell I just said, just try not to disengage right away, because they probably have a point that they are struggling to reach. Put that dom Ni to work and summarize it for them, I know you can do it from experience with my own ENFJ lmao.

Anyway, uhhhhh: Every single point on this list has gotten progressively longer because my Ne loves extrapolating (and I love Ne, but sometimes its gotta CHILL you know?), so I'm gonna end it here before it gets WILDLY OUT OF CONTROL.

This was a fun question, anon!: Thanks again for reaching out, and basically giving me full range to just write multiple paragraphs about myself and my relationship!

#mbti #mbti personality types #mbti types #mbti personalities #16 personalities #intp #infj #entp #enfp #infp #enfj #it's posts like this sometimes that i understand why i test as an entp sometimes #not even because i am extraverted bc trust me i am NOT but like #my Ne has BIG IDEAS and is frothing at the mouth to get them out of my head you know?#queue

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cherie-doll · 7 months ago

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ooh...if you're an mbti girlie then how about guessing what the guys' mbti are?

this one took me a lot longer bc i've been analyzing different mbti possibilities, often it's difficult with some of them bc you can't rlly notice their thought pattern through just their actions. for a couple of them due to one function i couldn't decipher i listed two possible mbtis

anyways here it is, feel free to correct any if you think i got them wrong!

͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡

Ghost: INTJ Dom: Ni Aux: Te Ter: Fi Inf: Se

Soap: ESFP Dom: Se Aux: Fi Ter: Te Inf: Ni

ESTP Dom: Se Aux: Ti Ter: Fe Inf: Ni

Gaz: ISTJ Dom: Si Aux: Te Ter: Fi Inf: Ne

Alejandro: ESTP Dom: Se Aux: Ti Ter: Fe Inf: Ni

ESFJ Dom: Fe Aux: Si Ter: Ne Inf: Ti

Phillip: ESTJ Dom: Te Aux: Si Ter: Ne Inf: Fi

ESTP Dom: Se Aux: Ti Ter: Fe Inf: Ni

Keegan: ISTP Dom: Ti Aux: Se Ter: Ni Inf: Fe

König: INFP Dom: Fi Aux: Ne Ter: Si Inf: Te

꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡ ͝ 𖣣 ͝ ꒡ ͝ ͝ ꒡

#ghost cod #simon ghost riley #cod soap #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #phillip graves cod #cod keegan #keegan p russ #konig cod

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years ago

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Hey, I saw you're other Connor smut and I liked it a lot. Can I request another Connor smut where there's also a lot of aftercare? Maybe the reader can be dominant.

Thank you :)

i'm glad you liked my other connor smuts! i can absolutely do this for you - i'm gonna use she/her pronouns for the reader because we need more dom women in the world

the focus will mainly be on the aftercare

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Oh, the sounds Connor made were divine.

His hands crumpling the bedsheets by his side, doing his best to keep them where I asked him to, bottom lip red and raw from where he had been chewing on it. Gods above, I would never get tired of this.

"Just a little bit longer, baby, you can do that for me, can't you?" I kept up my relentless pace, slamming my hips down on his cock and lifting up in a delicious series of movements.

No words, Connor just nodded frantically.

"That's my good boy, make me feel so good."

He preened under the praise, head tilting back and a blissed out smile resting on his lips.

I reached out to hold the headboard for support, going just that little bit harder. A keening sound ripped itself from Connor's throat. Gorgeous.

"You wanna come, baby? You gotta ask me to come, I know you want to."

Swallowing, Connor choked out a plea. "P-please, fuck, please le-let me c-come, I ne-need to come...!"

Oh, I was weak for this boy. "Good boy, asking so nicely." I would normally draw it out, but I'd tortured him enough, my thighs were aching and I was so painfully close. "Come for me, pretty boy, you can come."

His hands flew from the bedsheets to my hips, keeping me flush against him with his cock fully inside me. He gasped and panted and tears welled up in his eyes and his stomach tensed as he came.

I stroked his hair with one hand and reached down with the other to rub rough circles on my clit. I buried my face in his neck as I came with a choked moan, feeling Connor whine in overstimulation as my pussy clamped down on his spent dick.

For a little while, I didn't move, waiting patiently for Connor's breathing to return to normal before I slowly and carefully lifted myself off him, ever-so-softly removing the condom. His eyes were closed, and I gently shook him. "Hey, no sleep yet, come on."

He made a vague sound of protestation but his eyes opened, just about. Ignoring my own legs screaming in aches, I wobbled to the kitchen and got two bottles of water. Connor hadn't moved since I left the room, but seemed to relax when I was back in eyesight.

I opened one of the bottles and handed it to him. "I need you to drink at least half of it, okay? Then we're going to shower-" I collapsed onto the bed, knees suddenly buckling. "-or have a bath, and then you're gonna have a nap and I'm going to make dinner, sounds good?"

Connor downed a quarter of the water before speaking, voice small and fragile. "What if I want to nap with you?"

My heart melted. "...then I guess we can order takeout."

He gave a small victorious grin, and I rolled my eyes. "Water, bath, nap, takeout, let's go." He nodded and obediently drank more water as I opened my own bottle and swallowed as much as I could. "You okay to wait here as I set up the bath?"

His fists clenched, and he didn't answer. I nodded, placing my faith in my legs once again. Reaching out, I held up my wobbly boyfriend and guided him to the bathroom. Depositing him on the side of the bath, I folded up a towel and placed it in a corner, something soft for him to sit on as I got the bath ready.

Connor seemed content to watch me as I turned on the water, found a random bathbomb and tossed it in. I lined up the shampoo, conditioner and body wash in the order I would need them, along with some skincare and moisturiser on the bathroom counter.

The bathroom slowly filled with steam and with some careful maneuvering, we both ended in the bath, luxuriating in the hot water. Connor's back was against my chest, curly brown hair resting on my collarbones. I pressed kisses to the top of his head and he sighed, tired but happy.

"Any thoughts on what takeout you'd like?" I whispered into his hair.

The surface of the water rippled with his shrug, and I huffed a soft laugh. "A question for later, after a nap, perhaps."

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

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mbti-notes · 5 months ago

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Anon wrote: Hi! Hope you’re doing well. 23 year old, female INTJ here. I’m here to ask about my 8 year old brother. Actually, since there are ages between us, i sometimes feel like his mom. I take care of him mostly. We get along well. I know this would be early but i guess he uses ti or ne function. I’m not so sure.

The question is, when it comes to something slightly emotional, he’s acting weird. For example when he’s fall down and hurt his leg, i’m normally trying to ask if he’s okay ( kinda emotional way ) he starts yelling, screaming, or he says “You’re gonna make me cry!” in a real aggressive way. And stays away. Is it something normal? I’m afraid of if somebody would harm him he wouldn’t tell us. How should i approach to him? What should i do ? Should i just stay away?

He also hides many things. Normally, he is over critical, he is tend to see his teachers old headed, strict, even stupid unfortunatelly. But one day he came from school, it was obvious that he cried. Of course he didn’t told us what happened then i asked his teacher. He said, he argued with me, and we talked nothing else happened. If that’s the case that means he cried on the toilet or school bus all alone or something else happened and thinking about this makes me too sad or even angry.

To be honest, i want to know about his life, i want him to be clear and honest with us. Knowing he hides things sometimes makes me think we wouldn’t know if something really bad happens to him. Am i overrracting?

Thank you and take care.

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I don't think you're overreacting. It's normal to feel protective of the people you love. This is especially the case for children because they aren't always equipped with all the psychological tools that are needed for handling life's problems or coping with stressful events.

Unfortunately, there isn't enough information for me to draw a firm conclusion about what's really going on with him, so I can only do some educated guessing and you'll have to investigate further.

(1) If you believe that Ti dom is quite possible, then it could be related to inferior Fe. Having an inferior F function generally tends to make a person very wary of emotional intensity. Fe also tends to be easily affected (in some cases "infected") by the emotions of others.

Using the hurt leg example, hurting oneself is already a very emotionally painful experience. When other people step in with all their fussing, worrying, and concern, what it actually does is increase the emotional temperature of the situation dramatically. Have you ever noticed that sometimes when toddlers fall down they are perfectly fine and then the parent comes fussing and only then the crying begins? We can say that the toddler was infected by the parent's anxiety.

Imagine that a person's capacity to contain emotions is like a coffee cup. Some people have a big and tall coffee cup that can hold a lot of emotion, while others have a teeny tiny espresso cup that easily overfills. People with poorly developed Fe and/or inferior Fe usually have a smaller sized cup.

Ti doms appear to be calm and cool most of the time but it's not because they are unaffected, rather, it's because they're good at ignoring or deflecting emotional content. However, there are situations in life when emotional content comes too quickly or too unexpectedly to be ignored, and then you will quickly see Ti doms start acting uncharacteristically pitiful.

The good news is that, once emotions pass and Ti is restored, they can easily get on with life. Ti doms are generally independent and self-sufficient from a young age. Although, note that ISTPs tend to be more resilient than INTPs due to Se vs Si differences. INTPs tend to dwell in negativity more. If you see dwelling happening, then you can give a little nudge or a push to open up about the problem, but don't push too hard or else you might get the opposite effect.

Being the elder sister, your authority is more limited than a parent. You can only push so hard before you get pushback and a "you're not my mom". It might be better for you to approach him as though you'd like to be his friend or confidant rather than an authority figure trying to get him to talk. If you are genuinely worried for his health or safety, then it should be the parents doing the pushing.

Unfortunately, inferior Fe also makes people wary of opening up about their feelings, so you might have more success by focusing primarily on the facts of what happened and help make logical sense of them, rather than try to soothe him emotionally. Save the worry or outrage and simply be a practical problem solver.

I'm reminded of my sister-in-law. Every time her boys (one of them is 8) get emotional about something, she continues to speak to them as though they're being perfectly calm and reasonable, because she is a very calm and reasonable person. (Meanwhile, I'm right in there with the kids expressing their feelings with them.) If the kids whine about being bored, she'll calmly say "Well, that's not my problem, so what are you going to do about it?" Or, if the kids tell her about some offensive thing they saw (and I'm just about to express my outrage), she'll say, "Hmm, what should we do about that?" It's quite hilarious to watch the kids instantly stop wailing and put their thinking caps on.

What can we learn from her? Not every bad thing that happens has to take us on an emotional roller coaster. And not everyone has to spend hours processing every little feeling and emotion they experience. She stops the crazy emotional ride by asking simple questions that get the kids (and me) to focus on the problem in the most practical terms. When someone is averse to confronting feelings and emotions head on, it might be a good idea to simply hop over the feelings and focus on investigation and problem solving.

(2) Being male, there's a good chance that he has been socialized to believe emotionality is a sign of weakness or embarrassment that he needs to be on constant guard against, in order to be "a real man". If that's the case, he might be more comfortable opening up to a man.

Certain elements of human experience are gendered and only a person of the same gender can fully understand and relate. For a man, opening up to a woman can feel threatening if he believes it will lead him directly onto the path he's trying to escape (e.g. softness or vulnerability). Oftentimes, men prefer or find it more effective to process their feelings/emotions physically rather than verbally. For example, if he seems tense, you could take him out for an enjoyable physical activity to blow off steam.

I'm not saying this is good or healthy or whatever; I'm merely describing facts. I'm certainly against gender stereotyping and I believe everybody has the capacity to learn how to verbalize their feelings and emotions. However, for a young boy dealing with strong peer or social pressures in a masculine environment, he might not be psychologically ready to learn the kind of emotional maturity that you want him to display.

What can you do? Provide encouragement but don't try to force. If he's Ti dom, it's important to speak to him in a matter-of-fact way, with as little drama or fuss as possible. Just make it very clear that you're always willing to help or listen (without judgment) if there's anything bothering him. Let him know that he doesn't always have to deal with problems alone and that it's okay to ask for help.

Sometimes it seems you speak and they don't listen, but kids always hear you, even when they don't respond the way you'd like. They are individuals and they have their own way of processing information that might be different from your way, but it doesn't mean they haven't quietly taken your words to heart. If you are able to maintain a close long-term relationship with a kid, your voice will be in their head, guiding them all the time. Therefore, it is your job to always say what you mean and mean what you say, and provide relatable and feasible advice.

Even though you're technically not the mom, you're still going to experience a lot of the feelings that moms get when you take on a caregiver role for a kid. As a parent, you basically never stop worrying about kids, and your instinct is to protect them from hurt. But you can't control everything in the world, so it is inevitable that kids get hurt on occasion.

Part of being a good parent is creating a stable, accepting, and trusting environment that allows kids to open up about their hurt, but also trusts kids to exercise their own intelligence in problem solving. Tell him that you trust him to handle small problems independently, but if he ever encounters a big problem, then it's smarter to get some help and tackle it faster together. However, this assumes that he believes you are capable of helping...

#parenting #ask

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