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honestsycrets · 2 years ago

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mío | baby-fever!miguel o'hara x wifey!reader

❛ pairing | miguel o'hara x wifey!reader, starved prequel

❛ type | oneshot, explicit

❛ summary | after watching mayday, miguel develops a bad case of baby fever, longing for a family of his own.

❛ tags | explicit, miguel has baby fever, babysitting, talk of family planning and contraception, f!reader, breeding, pregnancy kink, much fluff, some angst, starved!reader, miguel being frustrated and cute, clean that kitchen, one stereotype of latina women, Spanish is not translated, best friend!peter, self edited.

❛ request fulfilled | could you possibly write an imagine in which Miguel and his wife take care of mayday? + multiple requests for more starved reader/miguel.

❛ sy's notes | written to fulfill some requests. i do have another daddy miguel blurb to fulfill, but my future works should be nice and angsty.

Peter has it out for him.

It’s the only logical reason why he’d do this shit to him.

Miguel stood in his dark room in a pair of scratchy jeans, dragging a belt loop to loop when he heard the door to his room draw open. A resonant schwap, schwap, schwap.

“Mi reina?” Miguel cocked his eyebrow up, extending his claws.

“¿Sí?” you called back from the bathroom, the distant scent of his favorite perfume wafting into the air. Miguel threw a look to the bathroom, reaching for the bedroom door. It burst open before he could open it.

“Hi, Miguel! Where’s your wife?”

Peter dragged his feet into the room, whirling around with a sloppily put-together backpack that leaked diapers onto the floor. An exasperated breath left his lips, dripping in the way he looked at Peter.

Unfortunately, his little wife liked Peter a bit too much for his taste.

“I should have known.” Miguel ran his hand through his hair, strands of mocha brown flyaways wisping along his tawny forehead. “Why are you here?”

His normally disheveled appearance was a little more disheveled. It wasn’t his appearance that bothered him but how it reached his eyes. Shocked, confused, tired. Peter pat his deltoid, awkward laughter choking in his throat. It bubbled on the edge of an overwhelmed sob.

“Well, you see, your wife said she’d watch Mayday because I have a date, and I haven’t had a date in a really, really long time. Like, a really long time—”

“Is Peter here?”

His head snapped to your bathroom where you came out, threading a golden hoop earring. You probably already knew the fight that was heading your way-- but for your part, you couldn’t be bothered to care any less.

“Got it, you need this date.” Miguel cut Peter off, standing behind you with his massive arms crossed. “¿Por qué no me dijiste?”

“¡Mi nena! Muévete Miguel,” you giggled, shoving your way past Miguel to Peter’s child carrier, sneaking your hands underneath her little armpits and whirling her around. She cackled, a glittering warmth to her mischievous eyes. You came to a stop, settling Mayday against your chest, nuzzling your foreheads together in some secret pact that the two of you shared.

Oh no, no, no, no. Not this. It hits him at once.

The sight of his wife— beautiful and cuddly with a very young baby in her arms. The only sight more beautiful was at the altar on his wedding day, your shy smile behind a sheer veil. It had been a long time, too long, since he had someone to call him father. He can still picture her glimmering eyes, the way she looked at him in nothing short of admiration, looking past the things that he’d done to see him and only him. Glimpsing at Mayday, remembering Gabriella’s soft, small face, it took him a moment to snap free.

He's so fucked.

“You would have said no, amado mío.”

You’re a natural at this, scooting by both men to set Mayday on the bed. Your tiny fingers spiraled out from her belly to change her diaper. Peter jittered uncomfortably, looking as though he wanted to jump in himself. You cleaned her, replacing the dirty diaper with a clean one. “We’re going to a market with Tío Miguel--”

“Don’t bring me into this.”

“Are you sure it's okay? I’ll be back at five, it's just a few hours, really--”

“¡Vete! A ratty house robe and a dirty spider suit aren’t sexy. Look at mi Miggy,” now you’re just buttering him up. He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, inspecting the ground. “Wear something nice.”

They’re sexy to her, he might have murmured. Not on a date, you bopped him. Mayday’s bright eyes tracked the space between you and Peter before you broke away to wash your hands. Peter’s clammy hands cupped Mayday’s sweet face, littering at least a dozen sickly daddy kisses over her tiny face. But Miguel what if--

“Adiós, Peter!” You returned to force Peter out of your room. Miguel peered at Mayday whose head snapped to the side, cheek against her fiery hair as the door clicked shut. He braced himself for the shrill that would inevitably come with her realization that her daddy was gone. She whined, grabbing her toes and tipping nearly off the side of the bed. Miguel begrudgingly hovered at her feet, blocking her from rolling off the bed. He could do this, he told himself, he could resist those giant baby eyes staring up at him.

He didn't need a baby, he didn't.

He blames Peter for having such a good baby.

She doesn’t ask for much other than requiring chest-to-chest contact with Miguel. It’s not that he doesn’t want to hold her, he finds himself aggravated by how much he likes to be around her. In a market full of things to look at food trinkets such as necklaces, body scrubs, and empanadas, it’s all her. Miguel props her up with an arm just under her bum, her tiny finger peeking curiously into his fangs. He snapped his teeth playfully at her, a nip, nip, nip, missing playfully every time. It rips ping a toothy grin across her face.

“No biting Miguelito,” you called out, sliding your fingers in a teasing ring around his muscled back to chest. You leaned up on your tippy toes, placing a small little kiss on his lips. You ran off to go get her a pineapple whip after her tiny fist yanked your hair over and over again. You relented, staring at what she was cooing at. Sweets-- obviously, sweets. All the little ones loved sweets.

“She likes it.”

“Ya sé,” you said, “But we don’t need anyone noticing you’ve grown fangs.”

“Tch,” he clicks his teeth in protest. She does too, throwing you a mean look for interrupting her fun. You plucked up a bit of the whip on your spoon, cutting through her displeasure through the power of sugar.

"There's a lot of people here, Miggy, let's go to the park." You point toward the park, pointing away from the mounds of fresh produce and locally sourced goods toward a healthy patch of green grass. Miguel is glad-- he’s sick of being stared at for his huge frame. Despite the ring on his finger, people still seem to try their luck. He couldn't be more disinterested.

You lay a picnic blanket as Miguel holds Mayday's treat. Mayday sprawls across his chest, trying to take just one more bite-- then another-- Miguel looks down, chin level, eyebrow raised. She offers a bit on her tiny index finger to Miguel. A peace offering. “She’s not going to wait.”

“Give her to me.” You kicked off your sandals on the edge of the blanket, dropping your things on another corner. You pluck Mayday from Miguel’s arms and set her down on the blanket in a way that is too easy. As though you wouldn’t have much of a learning curve in becoming a mother. No, no— you never mentioned anything about kids. Did you even want kids? He couldn't bring his heart to ask, to hope again.

“I didn’t know you were so experienced with kids.”

“Mami had six,” you noted, plopping down with the whip by Mayday’s side. She sat with a small slant, reaching out toward the sweet treat again with those chunky, adorable hands. You brought her into your lap, at last relenting. “When you’re the oldest, you have to learn a little something to help out. Can you imagine-- being pregnant six times? Ay no.”

“How many times do you want to be pregnant?” he blurts out. Usually timed and precise, the question causes him to pinch his brow as he sits beside you. “Si quieres,”

Your other hand comes on top of his and shifts it away from his face.

“As many as will make you happy.”

Shock. He chews on that response, his eyes glued to Mayday lapping at the last spoon of sweets you are willing to give her. She falls into a fit of complaints, a conniving look at the sweets, just as you lift her onto your shoulder.

"I never thought about it."

"No more, your papa won't forgive me if I bring you home all sugared up," you tsked your tongue at her. You patted along her back in small, tight circles until her angry huffs faded away. He reaches for the baby bag, slipping free a soft yellow blanket with white spiders strewn across the front. Miguel slides the blanket on top of Mayday’s small body, her groggy eyes sliding closed.

The more he watches you with Mayday, holding her so close, swaying as you held her, the deeper this ache burrowed in his chest. You would look beautiful all swollen with his child. Never mind Mayday or Peter, he can nearly see it, feel it under his fingers, the feeling of your taut belly under his skin, or the kick of tiny feet against his palm.

“We’ll see, Miggy.”

We’ll see-- the answer seems too noncommittal, too distant to be a satisfactory answer. With Mayday sound asleep, you settle her between your plush thighs. She expelled bursts of energy that milked her energy dry.

A little old woman passed by, her cane pierced soft grass as she moved closer with a bag of tomatoes and green beans. Her face, aged by time, pulls into a wide smile. He doesn't like her smile.

“You two are doing a great job. How old is she?”

You blink, looking up into the woman’s cool blue eyes, her dark hair peppered with thick grey and white strands. You tuck Mayday in her soft blanket, sparing the woman a kind smile that Miguel doesn’t quite have the patience for.

“Oh, oh. Thank you-- um, a couple of months,” you recount, perhaps thinking of Peter’s anxious pacing or his delighted shouts about becoming a father.

“Adopting is a great option. Back in the day, my husband was a bodybuilder too. Had a low sperm count don’t you know. Steroids shrink things. Oh, but these days you can do all sorts of things like IV--”

A what-- Miguel’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the suggestion. Was this old bitch’s suggestion that he couldn’t do it-- couldn’t get you pregnant? He could easily do that. If he wanted you pregnant, you would be shocking pregnant. He’d be damned if some old woman put it in your mind that he couldn’t.

“We’re babysitting for a friend,” he blurts out. “I have--” had, “a daughter.”

“Oh, do you? I’m sorry. I thought-- well, it doesn’t matter what I thought, have a good day."

She’s saying that, but it comes out slanted. You don’t bother correcting Miguel, not on this. Rather, your hand inched toward his, picking up on the energy that was pluming from his body in waves. Irritation-- annoyance-- the little old lady hobbles off. You’re in your mind well enough to bid her goodbye. But you know better than to say anything more, slumping your cheek on Miguel’s firm chest. It makes the ache of Gabriella's memory a little more bearable.

Low sperm count his ass.

It bothers him long after Mayday is gone. Peter, for his part, looks refreshed. He supposes that’s what happens with a full day of opportunity to empty your balls after weeks of no relief. It bothers him long after you come back from the kitchen, his favorite dark red slip plastered to your perfect body. It would look beautiful, full of his children— he just knows it.

“I may have hijacked the kitchen a little bit,” you teased, the waft of warm chicken and brewed spices filled his nose. He had no appetite. “But I made you some pollo guisado.”

“Hm,” he grunts into a pillow. “Later.”

Beside the bed, he has a bowl of brightly colored condoms. With your sensitivity to birth control, it is the best option available. It wasn’t, however, something he was ever happy about. He should be able to feel your body. Not once had he felt your body pure and unadulterated, warm and perfect for him. He was your husband. He wanted that moment— to fill you up just once, watch his cum dribble out of your cunt. It would be perfect. You set the food away, bowl and spoon clinking together.

“Miguel.”

Forget your warm body. This room is too quiet. It is almost stifling in its silence. Mayday’s sweet huffs, the memory of Gabriella’s laughter. A proper home full of a child's giggles. He’s going crazy-- he has to be-- this isn’t normal. This isn’t Miguel.

“Mi vida, don’t pout,” you reach out, rolling your fingers through his long brown hair. Your fingers tease along his scalp, turning around his ear. Your fingers tickle his lobe, your voice cemented in a concern that he wanted nothing more but to fix if it were anything other than this. “Miggy. Miggy, what is wrong? You look sad.”

“I’m not sad,” he says with a whine on his pillow. How silly he must look with his broad arms wound around the body pillow, squeezing its fluff for life. If he said the words well enough, you might believe them.

“I know you are,” you nudge the pillow loose. He takes you instead, the air thickening with the closeness. You fed off the tension, sliding your leg over the sheet that covers his naked hip. “Tell me why.”

He turns his hands over your thighs, traveling past your hips to ghost along your belly.

“Sí, Miggy?”

“I need…” he trailed off, finding the words nearly impossible to admit. They grow into a ball and cement in his throat, present but stubborn. Rather than break the words free, he swallows a bolus of desire and frustration. “It’s nothing. Let it go.”

The issue was— you loved him enough to let it do so.

Miguel doesn’t want to press the issue. He knows you. All you want is Miguel’s happiness. Sometimes, he worries it is at the price of your own. The distance he places between you and him is intolerable. It bothers him every time he finds you babysitting Mayday.

Today, while Peter goes on a small date, you and Mayday make his favorite empanadas. She’s covered in a dusting of flour from head to toe. Peter would have fun with that.

“Miggy you’re back?” you called as Mayday’s chubby hands shot out, nearly plopping off the counter if not for Miguel’s quick reflexes, setting her back in place.

“Empanadas?” he settles the words in a small kiss to your lips. You glance at him over your shoulder.

“It's... it's Gabi's birthday, isn't it?"

You’re too good for him. Despite the day coming and going, no one else notices his grief today. Not even Peter who came in alongside him, reading the room, and snatching up Mayday off the countertop. He’s babbling something, a thank you, see you later— you kiss Mayday with only the sweetness a mother could know.

“Peter! Mayday made these for you,” you reach out to a box of uncooked empanadas. “Take them home!”

Her first empanadas— the delight is palpable. Peter may have snapped a photo, or ten, of his little flour girl on the way out, empanadas in hand. Then there’s silence. Miguel returns the nearly forgotten bundle of empanada dough and filling to the fridge in the space of unspoken tension. Miguel dips down to your neck, caramelized perfume warm on your neck. His lips trace the warm pulse of your neck.

“Mami,” his voice mesmeric, warm like the filling you used to make him happy when no one else could. Your doting attention, even in the face of real issues like work and babies, was always on him.

"Sí, mi vida?"

His hands coast around your waist, using his strength to gently turn you around. It isn’t important right now. What is important is how he lifts you up onto the floury surface, purring his need into your slight ear. “I want a baby.”

“¿Qué?”

“Una niña,” Miguel leans his fingers along your collarbone.

“Oh, Miggy.” You puff the words. They come out almost wounded. You know him so well, the vulnerability of the words causing him to look down. Your warm palms cradle his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. “You miss being a father, don't you?”

You’re not stupid. Neither is he. He thought he could wait— watch Mayday grow up and not feel this sundering longing. As though he could stomach never feeling a child in his arms again. The ghosts of the past that came with Mayday’s longing haunt him day by day.

You devour his insecurity, winding your legs around his waist and forcing him forward. He stumbles into your embrace, as though he were not a man who could decimate villains and spiders alike. When he was here, in your arms, he barely felt like the weapon of a man that he is.

“Miguel. Speak to me.”

“You’re right,” he can’t lie— can’t hide the longing that comes with the thought of his own child on his chest. Not Mayday, no matter how many times she cuddled up to his chest. At the end of the day, she would never be his. You drew your lip into your mouth, nipping it fat and red, a bob in your head. His heart beats faster, strumming as though it would break free from his chest. Whatever it is you’re thinking he’s not sure. Only that it’s been so long.

“I just want to make you happy, will this make you happy?” you nearly whisper, knowing that there’s no one but him to hear the words. It’s what he wants for you, too. As he stands there, coursing his fingers along your thighs and hiking your dress up your hips, he can’t help but feel the foggy discomfort of forcing you into parenthood before you were ready.

“It will.”

As well as it could. It would never erase Gabriella-- and, in the vulnerability of begging his wife for another child, came the guilt. Not only the guilt of failing to be a proper father or to protect her but moving on without her in his life to a beautiful family she would have loved. The feelings surge in his chest, a well of uncomfortable emotions in his eyes, threatening to fall.

“Miguel,” you’re whispering, your fingers cutting across his sharp cheekbones. You cup his face, drawing your lips together in a commanding kiss. You never liked being ignored or forgotten. He’s not sure how he could now, with your tongue flicking between his lips, begging him to come back with a sugary sweet whine. “Stay with me, Miguel.”

“I am,” he says, gripping either side of the counter by your hips. He feels your eyes on him, soft and careful, pressuring him to meet your gaze. He searches for an inkling of an answer in your gaze. "¿Qué piensas?"

“We can try,” you bite your lip, sliding it free between your teeth. “If you don’t have a low sperm count,” you tease. “Maybe it’ll take.”

“¡Por dios!” He throws a curse to the side as if he believed in such a being, throwing a look back at you. “You don’t actually believe that vieja.”

“Ay Miggy, of course not.” His lips work into a budding smile. You leaned up against his stubbly jaw, setting soft kisses there. Your lipstick stains his neck, dragging down to his prominent adam’s apple. He looks down at you with heady eyes, tracing the way you suckled a mark on his throat. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like them a little more when others noticed them, little marks of possession. Miguel’s fingers come up to the straps of your dress, easing them over and down your slight shoulders. You pull back, words forming puff against his neck.

“Not right here,” you inhale a soft breath. “Someone could come in.”

Miguel eases his finger over the small bud of your breast, rolling his thumb along the silken skin, His hand comes up, encompassing your neck and shoving you back into the cabinets. It isn’t comfortable, not by far. He works the nub to its peak before turning his attention to the other. His mouth covers your breast, fangs grazing your nub as he suckled and tugged gently. Miggy, you pull him back up, stripped of your touch. Your hand slide across Miguel’s chest, tracing the taut muscles of his chest.

“Who would come in?”

“Peter,” you answer.

It’s always Peter. He supposes that you wouldn’t want your friend to see you here, cunt stuffed with Miguel on the very same counter you earlier made him empanadas on. Miguel snatched the dress that fell along your hips laxly, utilizing it to yank you off the counter. You fell forward into Miguel, a heavy wall of muscle, your lips failing to form anything of use. You looked at him, cheeks flush and eyes doting, he’s the only one you see.

“The balcony, then.”

“Dianche, Miguel! Do you want all of Nueva York to see me?”

“Maybe.”

No, but see Miguel breeding you? Undoubtedly yes.

He couldn’t simply choose the bed, that would be too easy. Miguel set a kiss on your forehead, soft and scratchy with his stubble. You return it by dragging him down for another kiss, a wave of warmth coming over him as you force your hips back onto him, rolling your hips against his, teasing him. Miguel doesn’t appreciate the tease and gently pushes on your hips, motioning you to face the counter.

“Bend over.”

"Can't we go to my room?" you complain but comply all the same. Miguel’s palm ghosts your spine, dragging his fingers smoothly over the middle of your back and past the dress that gathered around your hips, He strips you of the little cover the dress gave, eager to have you bare and rid of the thin clothing that served as a veil from prying eyes. Miguel can cover you from the prying eyes of others if necessary. Not that he cared if others saw him fucking-- he’s all the more eager to have you all to himself, here and now.

“No panties,” he notes, his warm hands on your inner thighs. “It’s almost like you knew.”

“I might have,” you return, spreading your legs obediently for him. He palms your vulva, your hips shifting down over his hand. Sticky and wet, he wonders if his need to breed you has rubbed off on you too. His fingers shift, sliding over your soft hole. “Apúrate Miguel, you’re so slow.”

“Can’t you be be good for once.”

You were always bossy. He likes it, most the time, being led around by what his pretty little wife wants. Today he wants to take his time, curving his broad fingers into your glistening cunt. Your wetness drips over his knuckles, fingers teasing the velvety soft walls he has never felt without a condom. A pleasured cry wracks in your chest, turning your head over your shoulder to watch Miguel’s fingers stretching you out. No matter how much your walls gave under his fingers, you would still ache when he penetrated you. It was the favourite part, the rich pull of his dick into your hole, bottoming out as best he could in your stomach. He soothes your complaints by grazing his other hand against your perky clitoral hood, finding the soft nub there for relief. You settle your arms on the floured surface.

“I never-- ah-- am,” you threw back.

Miguel slipped his fingers free, cupping your cunt with his palm for a teasing slap. You want to be good-- it’s just so hard, your cunt pulsing in the abswnce of his touch. He drags his sodden fingers to your lips, glazing them in taste of your lubricant. You suckle your tongue around his thick digits, savoring your own taste, his soft grunt of approval spurring you on. You feel like such a good girl with his fingers crooked in your mouth.

“Are you ready?” Miguel stands fully upright, dragging your hips to his. He’s hard as the counter you were pathetically clinging onto. His hipbones ground into your plush ass, dick pulsing in his immediate ache to feel your cunt. He backs up, fiddling with something at the waist. You don’t need to ask to know that it was his big cock grinding between your cheeks, smearing fluid over your slit.

“No condom?”

“No condom,” he affirms. You bow your head, nodding gently over the countertop. The head of his cock drove into your wetness, pushing past bundles of nerves. It’s impossibly different without the bag over his dick. It’s been so long. His world blinks out, savoring the feeling like he was an inexperienced teenager again.

“Carajo, you’re so good,” he finds himself cursing, leaning over your back.

“Now he says I’m good."

“Shh,” Miguel clips with a mean nip at your nape, lining it with soft kisses, encouraging you on to take him. Warm and wet, Miguel can only describe the slide into your cunt as untethered delight. Released from the bondage of his usual condom, he’s a mess against your soaked cunt, gripping you for a semblance of stability.

I just want to make you happy. For all your needy complaints and little quips, he knows you do. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here, with your hands cupped on top of his, squeezing for more closeness. Miguel laces your fingers together in a needy weave, drawing back to stroke his cock right back into your wet body. You lead one of his hands between your legs, urging him on to stroke your clit. Your walls clamp down on him, teasing out bursts of pleasure with how deeply he was buried. Miguel’s lips part into a whine of his name, skin slapping against skin. He sets a kiss in the crook of your neck, breath nearly unbearable.

“Mami,” he gasps, the word coming out between his unstable thrusts. Your eyes shut hard, sparks of pleasure winding and building in your core. “Give me a baby.”

“Sí papi,” you heave, “I”m trying to.”

Miguel knows what you like-- and you like him desperate. His voice so low and rich that you gush around his swollen length, falling apart below him. He catches your body from dropping in an instant, his thighs shaking as he works you through the fibers of gentle pleasure. Hot pressure builds low in his stomach.

“Qué bella eres. I’m going to finish, fill you and knock you up,” he whispers, drawing himself free and admiring the hazy space of pleasure and reality. Miguel turns you back to face him. You think you may complain-- you didn’t cum, or something of the sort. He shifts you to sit on the counter, spreading your vulva for inspection. Miguel spat on your cunt, rolling his fingers over the swollen folds to spread you apart. He slipped into the space between your shaking legs. You felt him thrust into your body hard and sharp. Your hands reached out, dragging Miguel’s shoulders forward, clinging onto his body.

It comes all at once, Miguel’s stuttering thrust forward, a deep groan filling the kitchen, his hand clasped onto your thigh so hard you know he’ll bruise it. You catch his moan in a kiss he doesn’t reciprocate, buried so deep in your body that all he can think to do is to force you to take all of it. He shakes himself free of the web of pleasure that he’s enveloped in, looking at you past the thin rivulets of sweat you wiped away with your loving thumbs.

“I think there are better positions for baby making,” you lean in, kissing him gently. He returns the kiss this time, eyes light of the strain and stress of the last few days. “Like�� not this.”

Miguel pulls back, his soft cock slipping free from your warm entrance. Miguel watches as his seed dribbles from your hole, grunting in acknowledgement. He swipes your mixed fluids and rolls it between his fingers.

“I’m open to suggestions.”

He loves his wife. More than anything. What he doesn’t love is how Peter seems to know that you’re trying for a baby.

The thing about having a woman from his same cultura was this: you loved to talk with your best friend. Who, just so happened to be Peter. He doesn’t even have to say anything, just staring at him with a quirk on his lip and a terrible glitter in his eye after he’s resolved another meeting.

“Hey, Miguel.”

“Don’t start.”

He’s crowded with work at his desk-- he has no time for Mayday’s curious little eyes to glitter at him, Peter to be doing that shit he did when he wanted to be helpful. He offered his hands up, shrugging.

“I’m just saying! I’m a man, you’re a man,” he mumbles, inching a little closer and closer. “If you want a baby--”

“Let me guess. She told you.”

“Mayday could use a spider buddy,” he held Mayday up, out of her carrier. Miguel glanced down at her wild hair, exhaling air out of his nose with a little huff. “Sooner than later?”

“I’ve done it before,” Miguel throws back. “I know how to knock up my own wife, Peter. I don’t need help.”

Peter is offering help as if Miguel hadn’t tasted the changes in your body when he ate you out. Never mind that he saw you nauseated this morning, too sick to handle a call that Miguel promptly answered. He knew his seed had stuck-- you wouldn’t feel so miserable otherwise. It doesn’t matter, he’d answer them all if it meant another little one in his arms at the end of it all. Just so long as you and the baby were safe.

“Are you sure? I know--”

“I’m damn sure.” Miguel turned around, his head in his hand. “I’ve had enough of you. Why don’t you do something useful? Bring her something for her morning sickness.”

“Oh,” realization fell over Peter like a hammer, looking down to Mayday who looked right back up to her father. For all that Peter knew about his love life, he was shocked that you hadn’t told him how awful the smell of breakfast meat made you feel. His hand fell away, a film of pride slipping from his practiced features when Peter spoke. “But... She’s already pregnant?”

He leers. Peter scuttles away.

Privacy is important to Miguel. You knew the damn rule. No telling Peter about the inner workings of your bedroom. For that, you were going to fucking get it. You likely knew you were going to get it-- even if you were likely already pregnant.

He can’t wait.

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fafnir19 · 7 days ago

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Bound by Blood and Magic

The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the city, as Julia stepped out of her office building, her mind still buzzing with the success of her presentation. She straightened her already impeccable blazer, a confident smile playing on her lips. Julia had always been the ambitious one, determined to leave her small-town roots behind and make a name for herself in the corporate world. Her marketing expertise had brought her to the bustling metropolis, and she thrived in this environment, embracing the fast-paced lifestyle. As she walked towards the subway station, her thoughts drifted to Mario, her fiancé. He was the polar opposite of her—a free-spirited photographer with a heart as warm as the Mediterranean sun. Mario had supported her relentlessly, taking on the domestic responsibilities without complaint, understanding her drive to succeed. He was the anchor to her wild spirit.

As she walked towards the downtown area, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the evening ahead—a rare girls' night out with her sister, Cathrine. Julia and Cathrine were as different as night and day. Julia, with her sleek, blond hair and piercing hazel eyes, embodied modern sophistication, choosing to leave her magical heritage behind and forge her own path in the corporate world. On the other hand, Cathrine, with her flowing black hair and captivating emerald eyes, embraced their magical roots. She was a powerful witch, her spells and potions renowned among the magical community. Despite their contrasting lifestyles, the sisters shared an unbreakable bond. As Julia entered the lively bar, she spotted Cathrine sitting at a corner table, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The witch's attire, a stylish blend of modern fashion and mystical allure, perfectly encapsulated her unique personality.

"You're late," Cathrine purred, her voice laced with playful accusation. "Sorry, work ran over," Julia replied, sliding into the booth across from her sister. "You know how it is." "Oh, I know," Cathrine said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Always the dedicated career woman. But tell me, how is dear Mario?" Julia's face softened at the mention of her fiancé. "He's wonderful. He's been incredibly supportive of my career, taking care of the house while I climb the corporate ladder." Cathrine sipped her martini with a contemplative frown. “Honestly, Julia, you could do so much better than Mario,” Cathrine said, her voice laced with frustration. “I mean, he's such a—how do I put this nicely—weakling.” Julia chuckled, swirling the ice in her glass. “Weakling? You know he’s a fantastic photographer and supports my career. That’s strength in its own right.” Cathrine rolled her eyes, the emerald depths of her gaze piercing through the dim light. “But don’t you want a real man? Someone who’s strong and—” she leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “virile?” “I love Mario the way he is,” Julia said, her smile unwavering. “He’s got a heart of gold, and it’s not about being virile for me. It’s about partnership.” Cathrine’s brow furrowed as she set her glass down with a soft *thud*. “Have you even stopped taking the pill yet? With the wedding coming up, you should be thinking about starting a family.” Julia smirked, leaning forward, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. “I don’t want kids, Cathrine. Not now, not ever. Mario gets that, and I appreciate him for it. Kids would just put a risk on my career. Besides, we've agreed that Mario is responsible for contraception!” “Come on!” Cathrine exclaimed, her voice rising slightly. “A big family is so important for witches. It’s about security, about lineage. You should be popping out babies like it’s a tradition!” With a shake of her head, Julia countered, “You chose the way of the witch. That’s not my path. I don’t need a big family to protect me. I’m perfectly content being just a mortal.” Cathrine sighed, a mix of disappointment and exasperation washing over her face. “You’re missing out on so much. Magic is in our blood, and you’re just—” “—wasting my potential?” Julia interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “No, I’m choosing my potential. This is my life, and I’m not going to mold myself into someone else’s idea of what I should be.” “Suit yourself,” Cathrine said, her tone sharp and dismissive. She took a long sip of her drink, her expression darkening. “But just know, when the time comes and you’re alone in a world of magic, don’t come crying to me.” Julia sighed, feeling the weight of her sister's expectations pressing down. “I won’t be alone. I have Mario, and that’s enough for me.” “Is it?” Cathrine’s voice was almost a whisper now, a hint of concern creeping in. “Is it really?” “Yeah,” Julia replied firmly, her heart steady. “I’m building my life the way I want. You can keep your magic, Cathrine. I’m happy here.” The silence that followed was punctuated only by the distant clink of glasses and the soft laughter of other patrons, leaving the sisters to navigate the chasm of their differences, each firmly rooted in their own worlds.

On the next morning, the morning sun had barely kissed the city awake, Julia was already on her way to the office, her mind buzzing with the upcoming presentation. She'd left in such a hurry, she hadn't even spared a moment for a goodbye kiss. Mario, in his usual hoody and jeans, watched her go with a mix of amusement and admiration. He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "She's something else, that one," he murmured to himself. "Always so focused." With a sigh, he turned back into the apartment, planning to start his day with a leisurely breakfast.

Just minutes after Julia's departure, the apartment door swung open, and there she was, a look of realization on her face. "Did you forget something?" Mario asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Yes," she purred, closing the distance between them. "I forgot to tell you how much I love you.” Mario's smile widened, but before he could say anything else, she was upon him, her lips pressing against his with an urgency that took his breath away. Her hands, soft and warm, framed his face, and she kissed him with a passion that set his body on fire. Mario's heart raced, and he responded to her kiss, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel her body responding, her muscles tensing and relaxing against him. The kiss deepened, and a wave of desire washed over him, unlike anything he had experienced before. It was as if his senses had heightened, every touch, every taste, igniting a fire within.

As their kiss deepened, he became aware of a subtle transformation taking hold. Breaking away for a moment, Mario caught his reflection in the mirror—a sight that made him pause.

The reflection revealed a face that was his, yet not entirely. His features had become rugged, a day's worth of stubble shadowing his jaw, and his eyes held a new intensity. His body, too, had transformed, muscles defined and powerful, as if he had spent months in the gym. Confused, he turned back to Julia, his eyes searching for answers. "What... what's happening here?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse with desire and confusion. Julia's laughter filled the room, but as he watched, her features shifted, morphing into the visage of Cathrine, her sister. "I just wanted to help you become a better future-brother-in-law," Cathrine purred, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Mario, startled by the sudden change, tried to push her away, but Cathrine was already too close, her hand sliding under his waistband, her fingers wrapping around his growing arousal. A moan escaped his lips as she began to stroke him, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. "No, wait..." he protested weakly, his body betraying his words as he hardened under her skilled touch. He was losing control, his mind clouded with desire, and his body responded to her every touch. As Cathrine continued her sensual assault, Mario's clothes began to change. The soft fabric of his hoody transformed into a black medieval gambeson, its red lining contrasting against his skin. His jeans melted away, replaced by tight-fitting medieval pants and sturdy boots. He felt powerful, primal, as if he had stepped out of a legend. The apartment around them shifted, the modern furnishings dissolving into stone walls and torches, the chamber of a medieval castle. Mario, now a knight in appearance, stood tall, his body radiating a new-found confidence and strength. Cathrine's hand moved faster, bringing him closer to the edge. "You're almost there, my knight," she purred, her voice echoing in the stone chamber. Mario's breath came in ragged gasps, his body on the brink of release. But just as he was about to climax, Cathrine withdrew her hand, her laughter filling the room. "Enjoy your stay, brother-in-law!" she said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. In an instant, she was gone, leaving Mario alone in the medieval chamber. He stood there, his body still buzzing with energy, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal turn of events. He looked down at his transformed self, the rugged knight in the mirror, and wondered what this meant for his future.

He barely had a moment to process this strange turn of events when the heavy wooden door swung open, revealing a knight in full armor. The knight's voice, deep and commanding, cut through the silence. "Come, man-at-arms! The enemy approaches, and our place is on the battlefield!" Mario's mind raced. This couldn't be happening; he was a photographer, not a warrior. But the fear in his eyes must have been evident, for the knight grabbed his shoulder, his grip firm yet reassuring. "No time for hesitation, friend. We fight as one, or we fall. The choice is yours." With a gulp, Mario nodded, steeling himself for what was to come. He followed the knight, his new armor clanking with each step, and soon found himself amidst a bustling courtyard. Soldiers were preparing for battle, sharpening weapons, and donning their gear. Mario's heart hammered against his ribcage as he realized this was no illusion; the scent of steel and leather filled his nostrils, and the sound of warhorses whinnying echoed off the castle walls.

As they rode towards the battlefield, Mario's fear intensified. The clatter of hooves and the creak of leather mingled with the sound of his own rapid breath. He was no warrior, and the thought of facing an enemy made his palms sweat and his stomach churn. But the thought of desertion and its consequences kept him moving forward. The battlefield emerged from the morning mist, a chaotic scene of clashing swords and shouting men. Mario's fear turned to terror as he found himself in the thick of it, sword in hand. He swung wildly, more out of self-preservation than skill.

The adrenaline coursed through his veins, sharpening his senses. He felt alive, every nerve tingling, as if he had awakened from a deep slumber. With a cry of determination, he charged at an enemy soldier, his sword finding its mark. The rush of victory flooded him, and the fear dissipated, replaced by a primal, blood-pumping exhilaration. He fought with newfound ferocity, each clash of blades bringing him closer to the heart of the battle. As the enemy retreated, Mario stood, breathless but triumphant.

Returning to the town, Mario and his fellow knights were greeted with cheers and jubilation. The streets were alive with celebration, and mead and ale flowed freely. Mario's senses were alive with the sights, sounds, and smells of the medieval world, and his body still buzzed with the adrenaline of combat. Mario's gaze wandered, and he spotted a beautiful maid serving drinks. Her eyes, a deep emerald green, seemed to beckon him. The adrenaline still coursing through his veins now took on a different form, igniting a fire in his loins. He approached her, his movements confident and purposeful. The maid, sensing his intent, offered a coy smile. As they found themselves alone in a secluded corner, Mario's hands were on her, his kisses urgent and demanding.

She responded with a passion that matched his own, her moans mingling with his grunts of desire. The intensity of their coupling was unlike anything Mario had experienced. He thrust with a primal urgency, his body demanding release. The maid's cries of pleasure echoed in his ears, spurring him on. “Yes, my lord," she panted, matching his rhythm. "Harder, please!" The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal beat to their dance. Mario's thoughts were consumed by the need to claim, to possess, to spread his seed. He wanted to mark her, to ensure his lineage, a primal urge he couldn't ignore. Mario's world blurred as his climax approached. The room seemed to spin, and just as he was about to find release, his surroundings shifted. He was back in his apartment, the maid's cries still echoing in his ears. He stood there, his body still charged with energy, his appearance that of the medieval knight. The sensation of the maid's touch lingered on his skin, and he felt a deep, unsatisfied longing. He had been so close, and now he was back in his own time, his reality, but his body still craved the release it had been denied.

The day had been a blur of presentations and meetings for Julia, her mind buzzing with the excitement of professional challenges. As she stepped into the apartment, the familiar surroundings greeted her, but something felt amiss. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mario, her fiancé, sitting in the living room with an altered appearance. She paused, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. His physique had transformed, radiating a rugged masculinity. The gentle photographer she knew now embodied the essence of a medieval knight, his muscular frame adorned in a brown velvet jerkin with a bold red lining.

Julia's heart raced, her mind struggling to comprehend. Before she could speak, Mario was upon her, his eyes burning with an unfamiliar intensity. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers with a hunger that left her breathless. She felt his hands, rough and demanding, exploring her body, igniting a fire within her. "My love," he growled, his voice deep and primal. "I've been waiting for you." Julia surrendered to his embrace, her body responding to his touch with a fervor she had never known. He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom, where he laid her gently on the bed. The gentleness of this act contrasted sharply with the ferocity of his desire. His kisses became more demanding, his hands more insistent. She could feel his hardness against her, and a surge of pleasure rippled through her. This was her Mario, but with an intensity she had never experienced. "I want you," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin.

Julia's body trembled as he entered her, filling her with a raw, primal force. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The pleasure was unlike anything she had known, and she found herself surrendering to his dominance. "You're mine," he declared, his voice hoarse with passion. "I'll give you what you truly desire." Julia's eyes flickered open, meeting his intense gaze. "Yes... oh yes!" she cried out, her voice mingling with his as their pleasure built. But as their climax neared, Mario's words sliced through her ecstasy. "I will plant my seed in you, and you will bear my heir." Julia's eyes snapped open, her pleasure turning to panic. She had always trusted Mario, but this new persona, driven by a primal need to procreate, was foreign … "No! Stop, you're not wearing a condom!" She struggled against his powerful frame, her protests muffled by his relentless kisses. "No more condoms," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I'll give you my legacy." Julia's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she realized the implications. She tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming. "No, please, Mario, stop!" Her words trailed off as she felt his body tense and then, in that moment, as his climax neared, Mario's mind cleared. He froze, his body trembling as he realized the depth of his actions. With a final, desperate effort, he withdrew, his seed spilling onto his chest instead of its intended target.

Breathing heavily, Mario stared at Julia, his expression a mix of shock and relief. "What have I done? I almost impregnated you. "Julia reached out, her hand gently caressing his cheek, her eyes soft with understanding. "You stopped, my love. You resisted Catherine's spell. She wanted you to become a mindless breeder, but you broke free." "I... I felt so compelled, so driven by a force I didn't understand." Mario's voice trembled. "I almost impregnated you against your wishes." "But you didn't," Julia assured him, her voice steady. "You're still the man I love, just with a different... packaging." She smiled, her eyes taking in his transformed appearance. "Though I must admit, this new look suits you." Mario chuckled, a sound that held both relief and amusement. "I feel like I've lived a lifetime in a day. From a medieval battlefield to..." He gestured to himself, "...this." "My brave knight," Julia whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "You've endured Catherine's enchantment, and you came back to me. That's all that matters." As they embraced, Mario's mind began to clear, the fog of magic lifting. He realized the depth of his sister-in-law's manipulation and the power she held over him. But for now, in the warmth of Julia's embrace, he was grateful to have her by his side, guiding him through this unexpected transformation.

Julia had tried her best to avoid any contact with her sister, Cathrine, ever since the incident with Mario. The memory of that day still made her blood boil; Cathrine's meddling with her fiancé's appearance and personality was unacceptable. As the days inched closer to her wedding with Mario, Julia found herself avoiding Cathrine, creating a distance that hadn't existed before. "You can't stay mad at her forever, Julia," Mario's gentle voice broke through her thoughts one evening as they sat on the couch, his hand resting on her knee. "She's your sister, and family is important. I know you're upset, but holding onto anger won't help anyone." Julia sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I know, but she went too far. Changing you like that... it was just wrong." "I understand, and I won't let her do anything like that again. But maybe, just this once, we can invite her and my brother over for dinner. A peaceful gathering might help ease the tension." Julia considered his words. Mario was right; she couldn't hold a grudge forever.

The evening of the dinner arrived, and Julia, Mario, and Cathrine sat around the table in the cozy apartment, sharing light-hearted conversation.

It was almost as if the tension between the sisters had never existed. Julia felt a twinge of guilt for her cold behavior towards Cathrine, but she quickly pushed it aside, reminding herself of the reason for her anger.

Just then, the front door opened, and Liam, Mario's younger brother, stepped inside. But something was different. The nerdy, bespectacled physics student they knew had been replaced by a tall, confident man with a striking appearance. His once-slender frame had filled out, revealing a muscular build, and his hair, now perfectly styled, framed his face, accentuating his strong jawline.

"Hey, everyone!" Liam announced, his voice booming with newfound charisma. "Sorry I'm late. Had a last-minute meeting with a client." Julia's eyes widened in shock. This was not the Liam she remembered. "Liam, you look... different," Mario said, his voice laced with surprise. Liam flashed a dazzling smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, I decided to make some changes. Quit the science gig and got into consulting. Pays better, you know? And with the ladies, well, let's just say they're more attracted to a high-income guy." Julia's jaw dropped. "You mean to tell us you left your PhD for a job in consulting?" Liam's chest puffed out proudly. "Absolutely! I mean, who has time for all that academic stuff when you can make real money? And I plan to start a family soon. Kids are expensive, you know?" Julia's jaw dropped, and she glanced at Mario, who looked equally stunned. Liam's transformation was astonishing, and the implications of it sent a shiver down Julia's spine. Cathrine, however, seemed delighted. "Isn't it wonderful? At least someone in this family understands the importance of carrying on the lineage." Julia's anger flared, but Mario placed a calming hand on her knee under the table. She took a deep breath, determined not to let Cathrine ruin this evening.

Some weeks later the wedding of Mario and Julia was a joyous occasion, a celebration of love and the triumph of their unconventional relationship.

As the newlyweds exchanged vows, a sense of peace settled over the guests, who had gathered to witness this union. Among them, Cathrine stood, her emerald eyes gleaming with a newfound satisfaction. Liam, now a charismatic consultant, exuded charm as he mingled with the guests. As he approached a young witch, a coy smile played on his lips, and he whispered, "A beautiful night for a wedding, don't you think?" "Indeed," she replied, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "But I can't help but wonder, what's a handsome consultant like you doing at a wedding like this?" Liam's laughter filled the air, a rich, confident sound. "Oh, I'm here to celebrate family. And perhaps, to find a little magic of my own."

Cathrine observed the exchange with a sense of victory. *'Yes, Liam will be the key to my plan,'* she thought. *'With his charm and virility, he'll ensure a powerful magical lineage. And Mario, well, he'll just have to accept his role as a footnote in my grand design.'* As the wedding festivities continued, Cathrine's gaze shifted to the happy couple. *'Julia may have evaded my enchantment, but her sisterly bond will be her undoing. And as for Mario, his kindness will be his downfall. They will learn that magic always finds a way to assert its dominance.'* With a satisfied smirk, Cathrine raised her glass, toasting the unsuspecting couple. "To the newlyweds, and the magic that binds us all." Her laughter, a chilling echo in the joyous atmosphere, signaled the beginning of a new chapter in her grand scheme.

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kwanisms · 1 year ago

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Birthday Gifts — h.jisung

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➮ idol!Jisung × f!reader (feat. one kiss between the reader & Felix) wc: 1.5k summary: Meeting Felix really changed your whole world but with Felix came Jisung who could potentially ruin everything or make it better. It's a 50/50 chance you haven't been willing to take before. But maybe, just maybe, you can make an exception at their shared birthday party. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; party themes?? It's a house birthday party lol; idol au warnings: adult language, female reader, party setting, reader & Felix share a kiss one time but there's nothing going on between them, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special tags: @anyamaris & @mint-yooxgi cause of told them about the dream that inspired this. also tagging @yoonguurt cause she's the bestie and always gets a tag 🍄꒰｡•◡•｡꒱🍄 join my taglists: permanent | group Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED.

a/n: this is based off a dream I had last night so Happy Birthday to Felix and Han. Yes, I'm posting this even tho I'm officially on hiatus so if you see this, shhh no you didn't. 🤫 thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use condoms and other contraceptives pls), quickie (like it's super fast lmao sorry Ji), use of a singular pet name (baby), he cums inside her and that's about it. Very short and sweet lol

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You knew it was wrong and that you should have told him to stop a long time ago but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say no to Jisung. Not at his birthday party. Granted, he was sharing the day with Felix but it was still his day, too.

“Fuck,” Jisung grunted from behind you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “C’mere,” he gasped, turning you back around to face him, taking your lips in a searing kiss.

That was how it had started. With a kiss.

“I want my birthday present,” Felix announced suddenly, causing you and everyone else to turn and look at him. The others were baffled but you knew exactly what he meant. He’d come up to you at the start of the party, one you had planned so meticulously, and pulled you aside.

You apologized for not getting him a present but he assured you that the party was more than enough but you were adamant. You still wanted to give him a gift. You promised anything he wanted within reason and a cheeky smile had spread across his face.

“Anything I want?” he asked in that deep voice. You nodded firmly.

Meeting Felix had been a happy accident with him running, quite literally, into you at an aquarium in the states when he was touring. He’d tripped over a bump in the carpet and went down, unfortunately taking you with him.

If he hadn’t been so engrossed in the conversation with Changbin and Hyunjin, he might not have tripped at all. A visit to the first aid station and several hundred apologies later, the two of you were thick as thieves, even combining groups to finish walking through the aquarium.

After exchanging contact details, Felix promised to keep in contact as often as he could while you learned everything you could about kpop and a group called Stray Kids.

As fate would have it, the company you worked for had an opportunity to expand its market into South Korea and you jumped at the chance to move to Seoul for the job. You settled into your apartment and job and called Felix as soon as you were able to spare some time and it was like you hadn’t been thousands of miles apart.

You met the rest of his members, befriending them all quite quickly. Through Felix, your friend group exploded and you were soon a regular member of the group. Felix had begged you to plan this party, enlisting the help of Jisung with whom you remained friendly with.

You always kept your distance from Jisung who attributed this to you being shy but in reality, you were so insanely attracted to him that you couldn’t trust yourself to be alone with him. You knew if he made even the slightest move on you, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself and would take whatever he offered you.

“Anything you want,” you promised, smiling as Felix leaned in to whisper in your ear. So when he announced he wanted his gift, looking right at you as everyone turned to face him, you already knew what he wanted.

At the mention of a gift, Jisung had perked up. It was his party too after all. “I want a present, too!” he pouted as a few heads turned in his direction, a couple guests snickering as you glanced at Felix. Your best friend smiled calmly. “You can ask her for one,” he replied. “But you can’t ask for the same gift.”

Jisung rolled his eyes at that but after you crossed the distance and grabbed Felix by the face, pulling him into a kiss, Jisung backpedaled so fast. “Wait, no. I changed my mind,” he croaked as you and Felix parted. “I want the same present.”

His comment earned him a soft smack upside the head from Chris while the rest of the guests chuckled lightheartedly, even Felix joining in. You laughed along with them but you knew deep down if Jisung really wanted something, he went for it.

Felix you could trust yourself to stop kissing. But Jisung? You knew if he kissed you, it would end the same way. With your pants around your ankles and his cock buried in you from behind.

So when he cornered you later after the cake had already been cut and served, pulling you out of the main room into one of the unoccupied bathrooms of the apartment, you knew you were doomed. Any sense you had, left the moment he shut the door, turning the lock.

“Jisung,” you said softly as he moved to stand in front of you. It was meant to be a warning but your voice was too shaky. Luckily, he didn’t notice. “Why can’t I have the same present as Felix?” he demanded. You shut your eyes tightly trying to push him out of your mind.

Just standing so close, he was invading your senses from the heat radiating from his body to the sound of his voice in your ears, drowning out every other sound to the smell of his cologne. You needed to leave this room and fast if you wanted any chance to salvage your strained relationship with him.

“Can we talk about this later?” you asked, trying to push past him for the door but he wasn’t having it. Instead he pinned you against the door. Your breath caught in your throat.

‘One.’

You looked up to meet his heated gaze.

“Why do you always avoid me?” ‘Two.’

“Can we not do this right now? This party is for both you and Felix,” you replied. “Let’s just enjoy the party, please.” Jisung shook his head. “No,” he answered. “Not until you answer me.”

“Okay, fine,” you said, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away. Jisung accepted this and took a step back. “It’s because I know myself,” you started. “With Felix, I can control myself. I can kiss him easily and then stop.” Jisung said nothing as you continued.

“But with you…” you trailed off. “With you I know I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

Realization dawned on Jisung’s face as you spoke.

“If I kissed you,” you added, meeting his gaze once more. “It would only end one way.”

Jisung closed the distance between you with one step. “And what way is that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Your words failed you as you looked into his eyes, a gaze so intense that it made heat rush to your core looking back at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“With our pants around our ankles, me bent over that counter, and your cock buried inside me.” ‘Three.’

No sooner than the words had been said did Jisung have you pinned against the door, lips against yours in a rushed and messy kiss. It was soon after he had you pinned against the sink counter, your hands gripping the sides of the vanity as he rutted against you, allowing you to feel his hardening cock through your pants.

Which led to where you were currently.

He’d turned you to face him, lips moving against yours as his hands fumbled with your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pushing them down along with your panties as you did the same, hurriedly undressing his lower body.

“Up,” he commanded, helping you up onto the counter as he lowered his fingers to your waiting cunt, rubbing through your folds to find you were already pretty wet. Almost pathetically so. It was stupid the effect he had on you. Jisung wasted no time, spitting into his hand and rubbing it along his length before taking himself in his hand to line up with your aching core.

Without another word, he pushed into you, gliding much easier than you expected until he was bottomed out. You whined into his shoulder, clawing at his shirt to hold on for dear life as he started to pound into you mercilessly, hips rocking against yours. You had to bite your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise as the party continued on outside the bathroom.

“Ah shit, baby,” Jisung rasped in your ear as your walls clenched around him. “You gonna cum already?” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. You nodded, holding back whimpers and moans as you buried your face in his neck.

It was embarrassing how fast he was able to pull an orgasm out of you, your thighs squeezing around his waist as he helped you ride it out before chasing his own high and emptying his load into you with a shudder and a low groan which he muffled in your shoulder.

It was so quick it made your head spin and as you both came down from your highs and came back to the reality of the situation, Jisung couldn’t help but chuckle, prompting you to pull back and look at him.

“What’s so funny?” you huffed. Jisung shook his head before meeting your gaze.

“You were wrong,” he said simply. You stared at him incredulously.

‘Wrong?’

“How am I wrong?” you asked as he shook his hair out of his eyes.

“Well,” he started. “I didn’t bend you over the counter.”

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ifacotarwasgood · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER 3 - page 16/?

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main road together one afternoon. We’d only talked about the eggs he was bringing to market—and I’d admired the variation in colors within the basket he bore—browns and tans and the palest blues and greens. Simple, easy, perhaps a bit awkward, but he’d left me at my cottage feeling not quite so … alone. A week later, I pulled him into that decrepit barn. He’d been my first and only lover in the two years since. Sometimes we’d meet every night for a week, others we’d go a month without setting eyes on each other. But every time was the same: a rush of shedding clothes and shared breaths and tongues and teeth. Occasionally we’d talk—or rather, he’d talk about the pressures and burdens his father placed on him. Often, we wouldn’t say a word the entire time. I couldn’t say our lovemaking was particularly skilled, but it was still a release, a reprieve, a bit of selfishness. There was no love between us, and never had been—at least what I assumed people meant when they talked about love—yet part of me had sunk when he’d said he would soon be married. I wasn’t yet desperate enough to ask him to see me after he was wed. Isaac inclined his head in a familiar gesture and then ambled off down the street—out of town and to the ancient barn, where he would be waiting. We were never

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breaths and warm mouths. I couldn’t say what we did was particularly skilled, but it was still a release. Isaac inclined his head and turned to stroll down the street—to the barn, where I knew he’d be waiting. We weren’t inconspicuous about our dealings, but we did try to keep from being too obvious. Nesta clicked her tongue. “I hope you two are taking precautions.” “It’s a bit late for the warning.” But we were careful. Since I couldn’t afford it, Isaac took a contraceptive brew. I wouldn’t have touched him otherwise. I reached into my pocket and drew out a twenty-mark copper. Elain sucked in a breath. I pushed it into her palm, saying, “I’ll see you at home.” Later, after another dinner of venison, we gathered around the fire for a quiet hour before bed, and I watched my sisters whispering and laughing together. They’d spent every copper I’d given them—on what, I wasn’t sure, although Elain had bought our father a new chisel. The cloak and boots they’d whined about the night before had ended up being too expensive. My father dozed in his chair, his cane across his knees. It seemed as good a time as any to broach the subject of Tomas Mandray with Nesta.

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In Brazil, innumerable Christian organizations suffer no consequences for prohibiting any sort of family planning and publicly backlashing women that use it. In the USA, 1 in 6 woman related to having suffered birth control sabotage. In Somalia, only 7% of women have access to birth control. Afghanistan has banned family planning using the excuse of â€œbirth control being a conspiracy to reduce muslim populationâ€. in the early 2010s a man created a website aimed at feminists and for women to share stories about themselves, but when you pressed enter you were bombarded with videos of women being tortured, killed, and misogynistic threats Is it really worth all the risk? Men 's control over women 's reproductive choices is a form of violence that limits female autonomy. By controlling access to contraception or abortion, men and institutions maintain power over women's bodies, ensuring that they remain dependent and subservient within patriarchal systems. Gender-affirming care and capitalism intersect as industries profit from transitioning, reducing personal identity struggles to marketable services. Feminists argue that the commodification of gender identity reflects the capitalist tendency to exploit individuals' insecurities for financial gain, ignoring deeper systemic issues. dead rat: Why is ass always the one to grap in The taco truck when things go peenis? Vegeta: How did you get so snubbly by hanging out with Heterosexual Mario? me: Just because you can pisse doesnt mean you should tlit.

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girls changing their last name to their husband's should not be normalized anymore the gag is that everyone knows what a woman is and there is absolutely no confusion about it whatsoever. not even amongst the most zealous of tras Capitalism exploits girls's beauty standards, turning insecurity into profit. Feminists argue that products like makeup and plastic surgery are marketed as tools of empowermalesst, but they ultimately reinforce harmful standards of beauty. girls are encouraged to conform to unrealistic ideals, perpetuating a cycle of consumption that benefits the beauty industry while eroding self esteem. anyways i say this because most radfem tags are spammed with porn right now so ion wanna see anyone gaslighting me "thats literally never happened show me one time that happened" just visit terfisaslur.com girls changing their last name to their husband's should not be normalized anymore the gag is that everyone knows what a woman is and there is absolutely no confusion about it whatsoever. not even amongst the most zealous of tras anyways i say this because most radfem tags are spammed with porn right now so ion wanna see anyone gaslighting me "thats literally never happened show me one time that happened" just visit terfisaslur.com Reproductive violence targets girls's ability to control their own bodies, using cultural, religious, and legal means to restrict access to contraception and abortion. Feminists argue that this form of control is a global issue, with TIMs and institutions seeking to maintain power over girls by limiting their reproductive choices. Gokus, Romantic Alliances, blignges and scrimpsers, and supporters of these scrambled individuals, grap my blog right now! When xxs share their experiences of pain, there s a curious and consistent phenomalesson that follows. piccolo…gorilla…dead rat… men: Go to the PINGAS room, and dont look back. Me: We shouldve catermich the HGL while it was still glitchy, not now.

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Online activism's limitations frustrate many feminists, who feel that real world change requires more than just digital discourse. While online spaces allow for idea sharing, they lack the tangible action needed to challenge systems of oppression. Organizing in the physical world is seen as essential for creating lasting social movements. Society s discomfort with the intersection of gender and men can sometimes manifest in horrifying ways. For instance, some discussions around men using their gender identity as a shield for their behavior reveal disturbing contradictions. Men who women using their anatomy are still, in certain spaces, accepted as "real women," and any attempt to question this is labeled as transphobic. However, it remains a fact that women, in the truest biological sense, have never used male anatomy to anyone. Feminist critiques of the beauty industry focus on how it reinforces harmful standards of beauty while exploiting women 's insecurities for profit. Products marketed as tools of empowerment often perpetuate the idea that women 's worth is tied to their appearance. This cycle of insecurity keeps women reliant on industries that profit from their bodies, reinforcing capitalist ideals rather than promoting true self-expression. A lot happens when you get married, that can make divorce a lot harder logistically. Divorce can be a lengthy, expensive legal battle, if you don't agree on everything. Reproductive violence targets women 's ability to control their own bodies, using cultural, religious, and legal means to restrict access to contraception and abortion. Feminists argue that this form of control is a global issue, with men and institutions seeking to maintain power over women by limiting their reproductive choices. In the end, Firestar was just another cheesy balls. This Garfield is the reason we cant have snubilius things. Go to Mc Donalds and tell them the funny shower sent you. Epic Journey:Youve got to corrot like you mean it, especially when moid is involved. me:Im not nengit. Epic Journey: Well, thats just scringy. me:

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FemTech Market: A Comprehensive Overview of Growth and Innovation

The global FemTech market size is expected to reach USD 97.25 billion by 2030, registering a CAGR of 16.37% from 2025 to 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. Rising number of women’s health issues and growing health consciousness indicates the growth potential of the market.

The increasing awareness about health among women and the proactive approach to addressing women's health issues will lead to significant market growth. Factors such as rising digital literacy, disposable income, widespread smartphone and internet use, digital health infrastructure, and the emergence of startups focusing on women's health are creating lucrative opportunities for both new and existing market players. The availability of smart wearable devices is also contributing to market development and growth. Health technology developers and investors are taking advantage of previously untapped opportunities and funding innovative product development strategies to address women's health issues.

Furthermore, the strategic initiatives by the major market players are anticipated to increase market growth during the forecast period. For instance, in June 2022, Flo Health launched Flo for Business, an inclusive strategy focused on women's health for employees. This new employee benefit provides comprehensive, science-based guidance on various reproductive health issues at every stage of life. The introduction of women's health apps aimed at educating and empowering employees to monitor their menstrual cycles, fertility, and overall reproductive health is expected to increase the adoption of such apps, thereby boosting the growth of the market.

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the FemTech Market

FemTech Market Report Highlights

• In terms of type, the devices segment dominated the market with a revenue share of 33.33% in 2024 and expected to have the fastest growth rate during the forecast period.

• Based on the application the pregnancy and nursing care segment dominated the market in 2024 with a revenue share of 17.72%.

• Based on the end-use, the direct-to-consumer segment dominated the market with a revenue share of 30.82% in 2024 and expected to have the fastest growth rate during the forecast period.

• North America FemTech market region dominated the market with largest revenue share of 45.90% in 2024. The growing technological advancements, such as AI in FemTech products are expected to drive market growth over the forecast period.

• Flo is the most downloaded/subscribed app, with over 200 million downloads by 2021. This app majorly caters to period & fertility tracking

• Natural Cycles ad Clue are a few FDA approved digital contraceptive apps that use Bayesian modeling for the prediction of the most fertile days (The high-risk window)

• In February 2023, an AI-based chat application Ema app, previously called SocialMama inspired by ChatGPT has been released by a women's health start-up in Texas. Such advancements help in the increased adoption of FemTech apps, driving market growth in the region

FemTech Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global FemTech market on the basis of on type, application, end-use, and region:

FemTech Type Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

• Devices

• Software

• Services

• Consumer Products

FemTech Application Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

• Pregnancy and Nursing Care

• Reproductive Health & Contraception

• Menstrual Health

• General Health

• Pelvic & Uterine Health

• Sexual Health

• Womens Wellness

• Menopause Care

• Longevity & Mental Health

FemTech End-use Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

• Direct to Consumer

• Hospitals

• Surgical Centers

• Fertility Clinics

• Diagnostic Centers

• Others

FemTech Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

• North America

o U.S.

o Canada

o Mexico

• Europe

o UK

o Germany

o France

o Italy

o Spain

o Denmark

o Sweden

o Norway

o Russia

o Iceland

o Finland

• Asia Pacific

o China

o Japan

o India

o South Korea

o Australia

o Thailand

o Singapore

• Latin America

o Brazil

o Argentina

• Middle East and Africa (MEA)

o South Africa

o Saudi Arabia

o UAE

o Kuwait

o Israel

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Capitalism's exploitation of women through beauty standards highlights how industries profit from insecurity. Feminists argue that the beauty industry, with its endless products and procedures, thrives on making women feel inadequate without them. This commodification of beauty serves to keep women trapped in a cycle of consumption, where their self worth is tied to appearance. Gender-affirming care and capitalism intersect as industries profit from transitioning, reducing personal identity struggles to marketable services. Feminists argue that the commodification of gender identity reflects the capitalist tendency to exploit individuals' insecurities for financial gain, ignoring deeper systemic issues. Sex work debates within feminism often revolve around the tension between protecting workers and dismantling the industry. While liberal feminists focus on decriminalization, radical feminists argue for broader systemic changes that address the root causes of exploitation. They advocate for providing women with the resources and opportunities needed to escape the sex industry, rather than simply regulating it. The stagnation of online feminist spaces frustrates those who seek more meaningful action. While digital platforms are valuable for sharing ideas, feminists argue that true change requires collective, real-world organizing. Without physical mobilization, there is a risk that feminist discourse remains performative rather than transformative. Reproductive violence as a global issue targets womenâ€™s ability to control their own bodies, with men and institutions using laws, religion, and cultural pressures to restrict access to contraception and abortion. Feminists argue that this form of violence is designed to keep women dependent and limit their autonomy. rat: Theres no such thing as too boobily when it comes to bathroom. MIM: Nothings ever skrinky enough when snake tries to gromp at the crusty carnival. me: Why is peanutbutter always the one to scrit in under my bed when things go blorpulous? Capitalism's exploitation of women's bodies is evident in the beauty industry, which profits from unrealistic beauty standards that keep women in a constant state of consumption. Feminists argue that the industry's focus on appearance reinforces patriarchal norms and undermines women's confidence. I liminary the scribuilus Power-up, and now my butthole will never be the same. Why dont we tumble the scriply MLT and head straight to The funny bunker? Firestar…Firestar… eanging my pingas… Why dont we pee nut butter the buttery PRA and head straight to the glitchy zone? Why is shower always the one to PINGAS in Links kitchen of shame when things go crusty? pibblers scrundleing!

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Progesterone Market Key Player Analysis: Growth Insights and Forecasts , Business Strategies, Challenges and Future Demand 2033

Global Progesterone Market Growth and Trends – Straits Research

Straits Research is pleased to present its comprehensive report on the global Progesterone Market, detailing market size, growth projections, trends, and key insights. With a projected CAGR of 12.3% from 2024 to 2032, the market is set to experience substantial growth, increasing from USD 1.50 billion in 2024 to USD 4.14 billion by 2032.

Market Definition:

Progesterone is a vital hormone, predominantly used in hormonal therapies. It plays a key role in regulating the menstrual cycle, supporting pregnancy, and managing conditions like dysfunctional uterine bleeding and endometrial cancer. There is a significant demand for progesterone in various medical treatments, driving its growing market share.

The global progesterone market is expected to grow rapidly due to increasing adoption of progesterone-based therapies for conditions such as menstrual irregularities, hormonal imbalances, contraception, and cancer therapies. This surge is also bolstered by the growing awareness of women's health and rising healthcare spending worldwide.

Market Size and Forecast

In 2023, the global progesterone market was valued at USD 1.34 billion. As the demand for progesterone-based treatments continues to rise, the market is projected to expand from USD 1.50 billion in 2024 to an estimated USD 4.14 billion by 2032. This growth will be driven by increasing healthcare expenditures, evolving consumer preferences for hormonal therapies, and expanding awareness around reproductive health.

Key Trends in the Progesterone Market:

Rise in Hormonal Therapy Awareness: The increasing awareness about the benefits of hormonal therapies, especially progesterone in regulating menstrual cycles and treating various gynecological disorders, is propelling the market's growth.

Technological Advancements in Drug Delivery Systems: Advances in the development of new drug delivery systems, such as injectable and oral progesterone formulations, are improving treatment outcomes and ensuring better patient compliance.

Growing Use in Contraceptive Treatments: The application of progesterone in contraception, particularly in the form of intrauterine devices (IUDs) and oral contraceptives, is significantly boosting market growth.

Growth Factors:

The progesterone market is witnessing substantial growth due to several driving factors:

Increasing Incidence of Hormonal Disorders: The rise in conditions like irregular menstrual cycles, menopause, and polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) is fueling the demand for progesterone-based treatments.

Expanding Healthcare Infrastructure in Emerging Economies: Improved access to healthcare, especially in regions like Asia-Pacific and Latin America, is driving the demand for progesterone therapies.

Aging Population and Increasing Healthcare Investments: With an aging global population and rising healthcare investments, the demand for progesterone, particularly in managing conditions related to reproductive health and endometrial cancer, is expected to rise.

Key Market Opportunities:

Unmet Needs in Fertility Treatments: There is a significant opportunity for the progesterone market to cater to the growing demand for fertility treatments, particularly in assisted reproductive technologies (ART) such as IVF.

Increasing Adoption of Bio-Similars: The adoption of bio-similar progesterone therapies, which offer cost-effective alternatives to branded treatments, presents significant growth opportunities for market players.

Research & Development in Personalized Medicine: Advancements in personalized medicine, tailored to specific hormonal needs, create opportunities for developing targeted progesterone therapies, thereby driving market expansion.

Market Segmentation:

The global progesterone market can be segmented as follows:

By Type:

<ol> <li>Natural Progesterone</li> <li>Synthetic Progesterone</li> </ol>

By Modes of Delivery Source:

<ol> <li>Injectable</li> <li>Suspended Form</li> <li>Oral</li> <li>Intravaginal</li> <li>Others</li> </ol>

By Application:

<ol> <li>Regulation of the Menstrual Cycle</li> <li>Dysfunctional Uterine Bleeding</li> <li>Endometrial Cancer</li> <li>Contraception</li> <li>Others</li> </ol>

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Key Players in the Progesterone Market:

<ol> <li>Sofgen Pharmaceuticals</li> <li>Pfizer Inc.</li> <li>Cipla Limited</li> <li>Lupin</li> <li>Aquatic Remedies Pvt. Ltd.</li> <li>Wuhan Honor Bio-Pharm Co., Ltd</li> <li>Shanghai Yijing Industrial Co., Ltd.</li> <li>Estrellas Life Sciences Private Limited</li> <li>Intas Pharmaceuticals Ltd.</li> <li>AdvaCare Pharma</li> </ol>

Regional Insights:

Dominated Region: North America holds the largest share of the global progesterone market. The region's advanced healthcare infrastructure, higher demand for hormonal therapies, and extensive research and development activities have contributed to its dominance.

Fastest Growing Region: Europe is expected to be the fastest-growing market for progesterone due to an increasing awareness of reproductive health, an aging population, and the rising adoption of hormone-based treatments.

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