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[gabrielllas]

rachel to harvey: ever since mike came back to the firm i’ve been non-existent to you

also harvey being completely shocked when rachel answered the door in her own house is so funny. he just wants mike.

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

“hungover” - hotch x fem!reader

after a girls’ night in, you wake up next to your boyfriend.

1380 words - FLUFFY FLUFF

cw; mentions of alcohol and food, implied age gap?, typical hangover, jemily agenda (sry not sry)

a/n: I wrote this on my phone on vacation bc I have a serious problem

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you are not in your clothes.

You aren’t in your clothes. And you only realize it because of the scent wafting up your nose. Sea Salt Breeze - the cologne you’d gotten him for Christmas last year - emanates from the t-shirt that envelopes your upper half. You dip your chin for another whiff, breathing him in deeply. You want the smell inscribed into your brain.

You feel the bed dip and creak and you instinctively shut your eyes, playing possum as Aaron pads into the bathroom. The door whines as he shuts it most of the way, not totally closing it because he thinks you’re still asleep and that the sound of the door shutting will wake you.

Each of your senses turns on one at a time, like your brain waves run on dial-up Internet. You open your eyes and the room is mostly dark, save for the sliver of light creeping in through the outline of the curtains. You run the palm of your hand along Aaron’s sheets and marvel over how soft they are - Egyptian cotton, he’d told you once before.

Your head hurts, but only mildly. You’d certainly been drunker before, but last night was still up there. Penelope made her mojitos strong.

You slowly sit up in the bed as Aaron opens the door, flicking the bathroom light off in the same motion. Your eyes meet his and he cracks a small smile. “Thought you’d still be asleep,” he muses. You love his pale blue boxers and seeing the hair on his legs. His calves are crazy defined - he’s a runner, after all, but still. You rarely see him in anything but a suit and tie, so it’s always a treat. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shake your head, wincing slightly at the movement. Maybe you’re a little more hungover than you thought. “I was already awake,” you mumble, running a hand over your face. “Did you put me in your own clothes last night? I have pajamas in my drawer,” you point out, gesturing to the second drawer of Aaron’s dresser, the one that contains your set of pajamas, a few spare pairs of underwear, and a couple of emergency outfits, just in case you end up sleeping over at his place.

It happens more often than not, so you keep the drawer decently stocked at all times.

“You insisted,” Aaron climbs into the bed, reaching for you. He tugs you to him and you roll over onto your side, and then halfway onto your tummy so that your leg drapes over his and your palm rests flat on his chest.

You can hear his heart beating. It’s like a metronome, steady and guiding and calm. You feel his pointed chin nuzzle into your hair and then, his lips, quick yet effective, against your forehead.

Flashes of last night run through your head. You, Emily and JJ, over at Penelope’s apartment. A symphony of girlish giggles, talking about Emily and JJ’s upcoming wedding date, drinking at least three pitchers of mojitos among the four of you. Watching Dirty Dancing and gabbing the entire time, realizing it’d be a bad idea to drive yourself home, and calling Aaron to come get you.

When he arrived, you called him Hotch and apologized for him having to come get you, and he reminded you that he was Aaron and he was your boyfriend and he would pick you up anytime you needed it. You were determined to play the Dirty Dancing soundtrack on the ride home, fumbling with his phone until you found it.

You belted out (I’ve Had) The Time of My Life and demanded Aaron sing along. He admitted that he didn’t know all the words and you gave him a stern lecture until you started laughing so hard that you were in tears. Traffic lights reflected Christmas ornament colors in Aaron’s brown eyes as he drove, occasionally glancing over at you.

You swore you saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you berated him for not knowing the words to such a classic song.

And then, once you were back at his place, you sat on the edge of the bed and stared at your shoes dumbly until Aaron offered to help you take them off. “Laces too hard,” you mumbled, and Aaron just hummed in agreement before kneeling down to help you.

And then he helped you out of your clothes. He went for your drawer, and you threw a pillow at him. “The college t-shirt,” you demanded with these Bambi-esque eyes.

“Arms up, baby,” Aaron said as he slid his law school t-shirt onto your upper half. He saved that specific term of endearment for times like these, when he was taking care of you, when he himself was exhausted. You could tell he was, too, not only because he kept yawning, but because of that glazed-over look in his chestnut eyes.

You glance down at the words George Washington University, printed over your chest.

Aaron’s arms around you tighten for just a moment as he embraces you, and you dig your face a little further into his chest. “No Jack today?” You ask, your voice coming out croaky.

“At his grandparents’,” Aaron murmurs, and you yawn. He strokes your hair. “How’s your head?”

“I haven’t had any complaints so far.”

Aaron’s hand freezes in your hair, and you lift your head, smirking at him. His mouth has formed a straight line, but you snicker and you can tell he’s trying not to smile at your dirty joke. “Degenerate,” he calls you.

“Prude,” you tease back, inching closer to kiss his jaw briefly before laying your head back down. “It hurts,” you answer his question. “But not as bad as it could.”

“That’s good,” Aaron comments, his hand running through your hair again, gently, the world’s most relaxing and least effective hairbrush. It feels nice, but his hands are so big that his fingers snag on the tangles, accomplishing nothing but making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Nothing wrong with that, though.

“Do you want some Tylenol for your headache?” Aaron asks, and you just curl up into him even more. He’s so warm, and sturdy, and it’s so rare that you get mornings like this. Either you’re both working or Jack has a soccer game or there’s something else going on. It’s nice just to lay around with him, to be mildly hungover and pretend like that’s the only thing going on in either of your lives.

“That would require getting out of bed,” you protest, and feel Aaron’s arms tighten around you. He’s a very doting boa constrictor.

“How about I get it for you, then?” He offers, and you shake your head and shift all your weight onto him. He chuckles, a deep, throaty noise you know you’re only privy to for about twenty minutes right after he’s woken up. “So that’s a no.”

“That’s a no,” you confirm, settling back in to your original position.

You lay like that with him, in comfortable silence, for a few minutes. Until it feels like you’ve melded into one being. Then Aaron finally shifts under you. “Honey, my arm’s asleep,” he whispers, as though he’s afraid to disturb you.

You slither off of him, then clamber out of bed with no amount of grace, going so far as to trip over the corner post of the bed. As Aaron sits up, you exclaim, “I’m okay!” and hold your hands out to steady yourself.

Aaron stifles a laugh and you watch him stand from the bed and he walks towards you, steadying you with one of those gargantuan hands on your shoulder. He then lifts that hand to tip your chin up. You step forward in a silent dance, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to kiss him. “Oh, shit,” you murmur. “I bet I have really awful morning breath.”

He just blinks a few times, and then offers you a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, honey, you kind of do,” he admits. You lightly punch him in the pectoral and then head to the en suite to brush your teeth.

[politemenacephd]

The Surrogate (Part One)

Miguel O'Hara X Peter B. Parker X GN!Reader (+18)

Part two Series Content: Planned pregnancy, Breeding kink, PinV sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Web knotting, Aftercare, Possible Angst/fluff.

Miguel and Peter want a third child, and apparently they've run out of options. That is, except for you, their friend and colleague. They offer to cover everything, and the pay is life-changing. There's just one catch: they went to concieve naturally.

notes: i am working on arachnophilia, shits jst kinda rough, but i started this a while ago, enjoy x

‘You want what?!’

You almost spat out your drink in shock, unsure if you’d really heard what you’d just heard correctly. It was a miracle you didn’t accidentally spit alcohol into your companions faces.

You were sat in a booth at the bar all the spiders went to in Nueva York when off duty. It was pristine and white like almost everything else in this world, with floating tables and neon lights adorning the walls in various space themed shapes.

You’d been here a couple times before yourself, but tonight was different.

You’d been brought here by two of your friends from the Spider Society; Peter, one of the older ones, and Miguel, the head of the entire institute and Peter’s very open partner. They’d been incredibly cryptic about why they’d wanted to meet, with Peter simply insisting over and over that it was important, that they needed you to hear them out, and though you’d rolled your eyes a bit as he followed you around the HQ like a lost dog you’d eventually relented to his pleading.

You were now very aware of why they’d been so cryptic.

As you wiped away the small dribble of drink left sliding down your chin, Miguel and Peter continued to watch you in silence. Miguel was fixed with his usual sombre expression while Peter beamed at his side, hands clasped on the table in an inviting, open manner. It was the strangest contrast.

‘Just, think about it!’ Peter said. ‘That’s all we’re asking!’

‘No, no—wait, so I heard correctly?’ you stammered. Peter and Miguel shot each other a look before turning back to you in unison. After some nudging from Peter, Miguel forced a similar patient smile onto his face.

‘Yes. You, heard correctly’ he said. You gabbed at them both.

‘I—So, you, want me to be your surrogate?’ you repeated dumbly. The two men nodded.

‘W…. why?’ you asked, your voice audibly wheezing as you darted between the two. The two men just glanced at each other. They seemed almost dumbfounded that you would ask such a question, like they hadn’t anticipated your immediate acceptance.

‘Well, we… We love the girls, so much, and—we just, we want another one’ Peter said. ‘It’s all we talk about at home! Every night, how May and Gabi deserve a sibling, and—recently they started talking about it too, and—we can’t tell them no!’

‘But, I mean—sure, that’s great, but Why me? Why are you coming straight to me? Have you guys ruled out adoption, or… I mean I’m just, surprised? Or, confused? Definitely confused’ you replied slowly.

‘Ah, no, we haven’t… ruled it out, per say’ Peter said with a shrug. ‘Just—it’s, hard to work out adoption when uh—’

‘Peter isn’t from this universe’ Miguel bluntly interrupted. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. ‘And—with my genetics, and my background, it—the government would never allow it.’

‘Oh… Oh, I see. But, why me then?’ you stammered. You were on good terms with the two men, that was true enough, but you hadn’t thought you were this close. It was so out of left field as well.

‘We—ran an analysis on whose genetics would be best suited for the role’ Miguel muttered. You noticed that he looked embarrassed to be admitting this. ‘Because of what happened to me, how my DNA was spliced, it’s tricky. I’m not genetically compatible with a lot of people. You were, one of five candidates, and we believed you were the best.’

You couldn’t help but wonder who the other candidates were, but more so you were stuck on the idea of needing to be genetically compatible. You knew Miguel was unusual, but, that unusual?

‘So, you came to me first, huh?’ you asked, lightly stirring your drink.

‘Yes!’ Peter hissed. He was leaning in over his lap with his fists tucked to his chest, his eyes wide and desperate. ‘Yes! Because we trust you!’

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet insistence. ‘Hey, guys, I like you too, but—’

‘We’ll compensate you’ Peter insisted. ‘We will! Miguel will pay WHATEVER you want. The entire time we’ll pay for housing, food, medical care. You will be absolutely safe. And, along with that, we’ll give you a full payment after the babies born as thanks! We’ll—’

‘Hey, hey, woah!’ You raised your hands to try and slow the man down as he began physically crawling over the table in his excitement. Miguel grunted and silently grabbed his collar, dragging him back to his seat. Peter squirmed a little in his partner’s tight grip. ‘I’m just explaining, I—’

‘Look, that—that’s all amazing. I just—’ You were silenced as Peter reached over once more to slap down a cheque on the table. You darted your eyes at the two men before lifting it up.

‘Holy…. Shit’ you hissed.

It was a lot. A LOT of money. Not so much as to be impossible or unreasonable, but enough to make your stomach drop.

‘I—you’d, give me this?’ you stammered.

‘Yes! For your labour and time’ Peter said. ‘Fair compensation.’

You paused. This amount of money was enough to make a serious, permanent difference in your life. You’d told yourself you could cope, that you could just put up with the status quo, but this changed everything. And what, all you had to do was carry their baby for nine months?

Peter leaned closer. ‘Are you, just not comfortable with pregnancy, or—’

‘No’ you said, eyes still fixed on the cheque. ‘No, it’s—fine, just… Are we, doing this like, casually?’

‘I’m willing to pay for us to both have lawyers. You can choose yours, so you’re comfortable, just bill me ahead of time for the cost. We’ll draft up contracts to be sure no boundaries are broken, and to ensure you have a legal right to what we say we owe you, and of course with clauses to protect your personal autonomy’ Miguel explained. Man, when he talked business he was so commanding, you thought.

‘Huh. Okay. I mean… I, I guess I, would be fine with that’ you muttered back.

‘I understand this would be a large undertaking’ Miguel said, his body leaning a little closer. You watched with wide and curious eyes as his arm came down over the table. You were fixated on the bulge of his bicep, nearly the size of your head now bursting from the seam of his slim fit shirt. It made you a little dizzy, as did the thick, dark hair across his forearm. You watched his calloused fingers drumming on the table, revelling in the clack of his talons.

Peter must have seen you eyeing him because he rushed to hide his smug smile. He knew you were giving in.

‘I’m taking it seriously. You will be compensated, you will be cared for. I just need to know that you understand what you’re getting into. We… Trust you, well enough. That’s why we’re asking you. We trust that you’d have our best interests as heart, just as we’d have yours’ Miguel said slowly. You nodded.

‘Okay. Sure. So, do we do invitro, or—’

The way their faces changed caused you to stutter on your words. They glanced at each other, their faces strained, as if they dreaded what they had to say next. Miguel pumped his brow once before turning away, leaving Peter to sigh and address you alone. Clearly Miguel didn’t trust himself to deliver whatever the bargain was.

‘We… Ideally, we, would like a… natural, conception’ Peter said, his voice dipping slightly on the word ‘natural.’

You felt all the blood rush from your head, only to rise back up and fill your cheeks with a pulsating warmth. Natural? Conception?

‘So… You, would want to get me pregnant—’

‘Physically. By us’ Miguel said. You hated how you shuddered slightly at his voice, at that smooth, husky, sombre tone. It slid down your ears like silk.

‘It’s just, our preference’ Peter explained with a lopsided smile. ‘Miguel’s not a fan of, sterile environments like an invitro lab, brings back bad memories you know? And—well we don’t like the idea of anyone having access to his genes, or mine, that’s bad news. Plus, it’s less stress on you, theoretically. No doctors poking you, or injecting thing, blegh. You know. You know, of course you know.’

You nodded along slowly as he spoke. I mean, it made sense. You had felt some concern when it was first brought up but they both seemed sincere, like this was just the best option, and they seemed so excited. You decided to continue entertaining this idea.

‘Ah… Sure. So, would it just be, one, of you? Like we work out who we want, or—’

‘Well, I mean, we’re not fussed about who the biological father is’ Peter said, his lip tilting into a shy half-smile. ‘It can be either of us. But, chances of success are higher if, we… both, are, trying.’

You raised both brows as you slowly realized what he was coyly implying. ‘You—so, both of you? You’d, both be having sex with me?’

‘Yyyyeaahh’ Peter said. His dorky smile was so annoyingly sweet, you thought glumly, especially on such a handsome face. You always struggled to say no to him. ‘It’s just, like we said, ensure it happens quicker.’

‘And you’re both fine with this?’

‘Yes! We discussed it before, I made the big guy go to therapy first’ Peter said, playfully tugging on Miguel’s arm as the man stoically stared into the distance. He was putting on a stern face but he was clearly endeared by Peter’s affectionate attitude. ‘Its fine! It’s easier, with you being a friend, because you know us and you respect our relationship already.’

‘I sure do’ you said with a slight laugh.

‘See? Exactly! But yes, we talked about it, we know it’s just business. Well, I mean—not to say, it can’t be fun, I mean that’s what they say right? Making the baby is the fun part—’

‘Peter, please’ Miguel groaned between gritted teeth.

‘What? What! What did I say?’ Peter whined. You stifled your laughter as the two bickered.

‘What I’m saying is, we wouldn’t expect you to just, lie on your back like a brood mare and, uh—just, put up with it’ Peter said in a hushed voice as he returned to you. ‘We’re happy to both be involved, we’re happy to, make sure you’re enjoying yourself too, just—we’ll work out the boundaries.’

Again, you nodded slowly. It was a lot to take in, but they seemed to understand that.

‘Just… Just, gimme a minute’ you asked as you picked up your drink. Miguel nodded while Peter went into a ramble about how fine that was, words which you quickly tuned out as you disassociated into your own thoughts.

It was all happening so fast. You supposed you’d have time after this to work it out, though, They said there’d be contracts drawn up, that would take time. Just… did you want to do this?

Having the baby sounded scary, but as they said it’d be around the clock care. With the head of the spider society and all his equipment on hand it’d be hard to imagine something going wrong. You did also trust the two of them, they were your friends and had proven themselves to be good men. Well, most of the time.

And it wasn’t that you were opposed to sleeping with either of them. They were unbelievably attractive, each in their own unique way. Miguel was gorgeous, a top heavy giant with beautiful eyes and such a deep and expressive face, and Peter had that sweet DILF charm about him. They both did, really.

So what was the hang up? Really, WAS there a hang up? It felt like there should be one, but, the more you thought about it, the more you realized you couldn’t find one.

9 months of work was rough, real rough, but you’d be cared for to the max. You’d be paid an extraordinary amount, enough to change your life. You’d be done and over, a clean cut single job once it was done, and supposedly you’d have your own lawyer to ensure you were protected.

Should everything go to plan… It sounded, almost perfect.

You just had to suck up the courage to lie down and let these two men put a baby in you. The moment you contemplated the thought, your face started to heat up, and you rushed to take a drink to cool it down.

“Okay. Ah, can I… Speak?” You asked, awkwardly calling back their attention. The two men turned to you in unison.

“Okay…” you said slowly, before taking another, conclusive breath. “Okay. I’m in. If—”

‘OH! YES, THANK YOU!”

Your response was cut short as Peter flung himself over the table and wrapped you into a bear hug, an embrace so tight that you could barely breath. Miguel simply offered a sympathetic, if slightly exasperated smile over Peter’s back, before helping to claw the man back once more. “Thank you, thank you- oh this means so much to us!” Peter stammered, ignoring your attempts to quiet him. You could feel other people staring across the bar now and it was becoming quite distracting.

“Yeah, yeah, just- Okay, I happy to start the process. I do want that lawyer, uh- not that I don’t trust you guys, but, like you said it’s a big deal’ you said. Miguel grunted approvingly.

‘I wouldn’t have wanted you for the job if you hadn’t accepted that’ he replied, idly glancing at his nails. ‘I’d only accept someone who was, well… Smart enough to set boundaries, even if we are friends.’

‘Right, right. Good. That’s- good’ you said. At this point your mind was racing. You’d accepted the offer, but, what now? It’d probably be a while before any action happened but the sudden, daunting realization that action *would* happen hit you like a truck. You glanced over to where Miguel and Peter were now deep in conversation.

God, they were both huge. Huge. Miguel especially was enormous, nearly 6ft 9 with that thick neck and toned upper torso, the glint of his chiselled collar bone gleaming beneath the neon bar lights. Peter wasn’t as muscular but he was still tall, nearly as tall as Miguel, and he had that quiet, unsuspecting dad-bod strength about him.

You felt your shoulders hunch a little. You had no idea what to expect going forward here, all you knew is that—

‘Hey, sorry, are you gonna finish this those?’

You jumped back to reality to find Peter pointing across you at the table. Your eyes slowly followed his finger, which you realized was pointing at a half-finished bowl of fries you’d got when you arrived after missing dinner. Your eyes shot back up.

‘Uh… I mean, probably not, no’ you said. Peter didn’t say anything more; he just made that sweet, pleading puppy dog face and tilted his head a little. You and Miguel both sighed in unison, but you willingly slid them over to him.

“Oh thank you—” Peter said before his words were turned to garbled mess as he finished the bowl. You turned awkwardly back to Miguel instead. “I’ll send the paperwork over tomorrow” Miguel said, pre-empting your immediate thoughts. “We’re in no rush, so, we’ll work out the details at your pace.” ‘Aha, ah- sure. Thanks. I mean I’m, assuming it’ll be a long process anyway, right?” you replied.

Miguel tilted his head a little. ‘You mean, the pregnancy? Yes, though, I’ve heard it goes quicker than you think. We’ll do all we can to—’

‘OH, no! Not like, the pregnancy specifically” you elaborated, hands now raised. That drew Peter to look up from devouring everyone else’s meal, his eyes curiously fixed on you. Miguel’s stony red gaze remained locked in much the same way.

‘I mean the uh… The, baby making process’ you explained, giving a shrug to try and ease the awkwardness of saying such a thing. Miguel didn’t flinch though; he continued to stare, his head slightly tilted. ‘Like, making a baby can take… months, up to a year even. We’ll have to work around that timeframe I assume’ you said, finishing your point in a rather stilted manner.

Peter turned to look at Miguel. The neon lights were blaring at his back, shadowing his face until his features popped. So sharp, so thick-set, so chiselled. To your surprise, he suddenly smiled in a way you’d never seen before. He gave you a smug, wolfish grin, flashing just an inch of fang.

‘Oh, no. Don’t you worry about that’ he murmured, his voice unnervingly confident. You blinked and watched with a burning core as Miguel leaned forward to finish.

‘It won’t take long at all.’

[alrtyhoney]

The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)

Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?” 

The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.

Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly. 

She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do. 

She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.

“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.” 

“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.” 

The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so. 

Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart. 

He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.

“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed. 

“What about it?” 

"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel. 

“What do you want?” 

“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.” 

Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.” 

“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”

Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation. 

As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.

However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–” 

“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time. 

“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again. 

Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”

You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble. 

Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him. 

“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!” 

“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.

“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!” 

The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.

Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up. 

“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!” 

“Old man?” 

“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!” 

“Kid, listen–” 

You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand. 

“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”

You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own. 

Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders. 

“Gabriella?” 

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The nanny ll. Your House, Your Rules

Joel x Nanny! reader 18+ explicit

The Nanny l

Summary: Pool day, you in your bathing suit as you watch Sarah take her swimming lessons, and Joel next to you, impatient to feel you again.

Warnings: age gab (in her early 20's, he's middle 40's), public fingering, infidelity, pet names, squirting, indecisive, regret (for a moment). tell me if something is missing

A/N: Here is the second part of The Nanny, I wrote it in 1 night, I don't know where all the inspiration came from but I hope you love it, kisses. Thank you for your support, it means a lot to me.

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After that day, the day your relationship with Joel change, the day you took a step that's hard to get out of, every time you felt the tension, every time he looked at you, every time you heard his voice speak to you in front of his wife, every time you were alone for a while, you thought you were going to die.

Had there been other opportunities? Of course. But did you want it to happen again? You were aware that if he offered it to you. You would. Every day it was agony to think about it, to be sitting in that armchair, to see him, to see him sitting next to his wife and daughter, it was very twisted to think if he would have done it in that armchair with his wife too.

It was very twisted to think of him that way. It helped you that he went on a trip, you didn't see him for 2 weeks straight, at first you felt the absence, you came to miss him, maybe you missed the looks he gave you, you missed the sound of your name against his lips.

But… As the days went by you forgot how it felt to have his attention, you really focused on thinking about taking care of Sarah, now you were happy and excited to take care of her and not to see her dad. You've always been happy to take care of her, only things changed after that day, you were out of yourself, your head was wandering, you only thought about him while you were with Sarah, now you only thought about going out with her to the park and eating her favorite ice cream.

Just before Joel arrived from his trip, Mrs. Miller had gotten a few days off, which she would use to take Sarah to her family, so they wouldn't need your services for a few days. There would be more days when you wouldn't see Joel Miller. Which you could take a breath and think clearly what the hell you did in the comfort of your own home instead of theirs.

After 1 week you got a call, right on the screen it said 'Mrs. Miller'.

"Hello"

"Hello" said your name "Sorry for bothering you at this hour"

"oh don't worry"

"I wanted to know if you would be free tomorrow"

"Amm…yeah"

"That's great, tomorrow I have an important meeting and Sarah's swimming instructor is coming to give her lessons, and I wanted to know if you could keep an eye on what I'm not on"

"Of course, it's my job"

"Okay, tomorrow at 11 o'clock would be fine"

"i´ll be there"

And here you were, in the sun chair under an umbrella that covered you from the sun, in your bathing suit, as you watched Sarah swim along with her instructor. When you arrived there was no sign of Joel anywhere, Mrs. Miller told you that he would be in his office until late, that calmed you down a bit… But since luck is never on your side, well sometimes it is (if you know what I mean).

You saw him arrive in his jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt, just above his elbows, revealing those muscular tanned arms. It seemed like he was in slow motion as he walked out the backyard door, everything you had thought about, so much time spent resolving those thoughts, denying wanting to be with him again, disappeared when you saw him approach you while smiling, it's a crime that he's so attractive, and it's wrong that he has you at his mercy.

When he stood next to you, you could smell his cologne, that smell you would identify anywhere, it was his mark, and your curse.

You don't know why or how, but was it possible that you found it more attractive? These 3 weeks without seeing him were your salvation for your thoughts, but right now… You realized how much you missed seeing it, it had a huge effect on you.

"You're doing great sweetheart" Joel yelled at Sarah animatedly

"Thank you, Daddy" an excited Sarah said as she kicked along with her floats.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Miller" The coach greeted him from afar

"Good afternoon."

After that exchange of greetings, you felt his gaze fall on you. You were wearing dark sunglasses, that would help him not look straight into your eyes.

Without looking at him and keeping your gaze on your book, you felt his figure fall sitting on the chair next to you.

"Good afternoon to you too" You heard his voice this time in a low tone, with that hoarse, manly voice, as you felt his eyes on you, on your legs that glistened from the sunscreen.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Miller," you said a little seriously, still looking at the page of your book, glancing over the same paragraph over and over again.

He leaned back on the back of his chair as a small choked laugh echoed in his chest as he crossed his arm and legs. His presence was so heavy that you couldn't help but glance at him sideways as he continued to watch you.

"Why the formality?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why do you call me by my last name?"

"Because it's your last name" sounded obvious, but it was the dumbest and most absurd answer you could think of.

"I'm not Joel to you anymore?"

You inhaled letting the air out in an exaggerated way while adjusting your glasses on the bridge of your nose

"it's not right to call you that"

"if I allow it it is"

"not as long as I work for you" This time you turned to look at him, and you could see his serious face, his eyebrows together, his eyes were different.

His lips were straight, the wrinkles on his forehead were more prominent, his jaw was stiff, his neck tense as some veins were present. He just nodded and looked away from you to focus on his daughter.

You were damn sure that he could also feel the tension that had formed around you. You were behaving like a bitch, but it was what you had to do to forget the desire you had for him. You didn't want to feel used, but he wasn't going to take you seriously the way you wanted him to if he was married with a daughter. You could send his wife to hell like that time, but it didn't feel good to look her in the face after that.

It didn't feel good to see her afterwards, knowing that her husband could do anything he wanted to you in his house, without her being suspicious. But it felt good to feel that he would do anything with you, that he would give you whatever you wanted, that he would have you on his mind every time you went, every time you couldn't be with him, every time he fucked his wife wishing was you, or at least the target of his desires.

You need to see a psychologist or therapist because your emotions and thoughts change drastically from one moment to the next. You wanted to play with him, to know who has control over whom.

So you made your move. While sitting, you leaned forward lying on the chair with your stomach in the chair, leaving your butt exposed… at his mercy . You placed your arms in front of you, crossing them, and rested your chin on one while you read with your glasses on.

You could feel his gaze on you, on your body, you couldn't see what he was doing, his face, or if he was about to make a move. When suddenly you felt his fingers brush against your calf, caressing it as his fingers slowly moved up your inner thighs. A wave of shivers ran through you as he caressed that part of your thigh from top to bottom, carefully with the gems on his fingers.

You couldn't see him, but he had a smile on his face, as he watched that you weren't seen. You were smiling anyway, his caresses felt good, it was inevitable to respond to his touch. Around the perimeter of your eye you saw how he sat in the chair so that he could be closer to you, and you felt how his hand deviated to your buttocks, giving each one a squeeze. He caress them for a few more seconds and deflect their fingers to your crotch, caressing over the fabric.

You let go of a sigh with a small moan, turned your head to him, leaned it into your arms as you bit your lips and looked at him. His gaze was on you, with his dark eyes, you could see how much he wanted you, he could see how much you wanted him. He ran his fingers again and he can feel how wet you were, he raised his eyebrows and with his eyes asked permission to have access, and you just nodded as you bit your lips.

He pushed aside your bikini bottoms and you spread your legs a little so he could see you. You saw how his lips parted and his eyes sparkled, he turned to look at the pool and then at you, saw how two fingers went to your lips, you knew what he wanted, so you opened your lips giving access to his big fingers inside your mouth, you licked them slowly and he pulled them out with a pop.

He looked at you for another second and brought his hands to your face.

"I want to see those cute eyes, honey," he said as I take off your glasses and set them aside from him in the chair.

You let out a sigh as you felt the touch of his fingers on you, your saliva mixing with the moisture that stuck to your lips. That touch that you longed to feel after that day, those big fingers that you wanted so much inside you 1 more time. His fingers traveled from your entrance bringing your moisture to the center of your clit, slowly massaging it as tiny moans came out of your lips against your arm.

You were so sensitive, so needy that you couldn't help but move your hips against his fingers to get more friction. He stopped you with his other hand on your back.

"Shh calm down honey, they don't have to notice"

the desire clouded your vision that you had forgotten Sarah and her instructor, you turned to look at them and saw that they were submerging, you turned to look at him and with your eyes you begged him to touch you

"please Joel, I need you" you let out a groan

"That's right pretty girl, say my name" His fingers entered you carefully as he told you that. You closed your eyes and bit your arm to silence your moan.

His fingers moved in and out of you like a master key, he was so careful but at the same time he was increasing the speed of his wrist, you could feel all that tingling inside you increasing more and more.

"Shit," you said over your palm "Joel, I can't" you complained quietly, preventing your moans from coming out in prayer.

"Yes you can doll, just a little more" You could hear his breathing a little heavily, you knew it hurt him not to be able to do more at that moment

you let out a moan in response as you looked at the pool being alert.

Your breathing increased as moans were silenced by your arm covering it with saliva, you began to sweat from your breasts, your body began to heat up, you felt your heart go out of your throat. All the sound that was in the background became blurry, the sound of your liquid was more noticeable to your ears, his breathing, his grunts as he listened to you, the speed and intensity of his fingers ramming you, opening your skin as tickles ran through you.

Just as you saw Sarah and her instructor dive swimming in the water, joel put pressure on your lower back as he pulled out and in his fingers quickly, you couldn't contain yourself and some moans escaped your lips as you felt your limit close, you were about to burst out, when you felt joel's fingers hit that spot, You burst with pleasure letting go of all of yourself in his fingers, and you felt a liquid jump on your legs.

"Shit," Joel said, agitated and grunting

Joel agitated continued to touch your as you continued to come, you writhing in pleasure in the chair lifting your hips in the air and over his hand.

When you finished, you lay on your stomach, exhausted and with your legs shaking, while Joel caressed your thighs.

"Did I pee or...?" you mentioned with your head in your arms

"No honey, you definitely didn't pee yourself."

"did I just.?? did I just have a SQUIRT?" you said sounding surprised

"fuck, of course yes doll" you felt him get close to your ear and whisper "and it was too exciting to have seen it"

You turned to look at him with a shy and weak smile as you tried to get up to sit in the chair, just when you felt that it was wet from the liquid.

"Let me get something to clean you" Joel said as he stood up and you could see that the liquid had reached his pants, leaving a few drops splashed on the pants.

"You might as well clean yourself" you pointed to his pants. where a coming lump was present

"Don't worry darlin, it will dry itself" he winked at

you.

Everything around you returned to normal and for the first time after your climax, you heard Sarah's laugh and splashes in the water, no one had noticed, but you knew it was dangerous to do so around his house.

They couldn't expose themselves like that in front of anyone, especially while they were alone with Sarah. But you wanted to have him again, and have more time with him, you would have to think better next time, because of course you wanted to be with him again, with Mr. Miller... with Joel.

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wip wednesday

I'm making @liminalmemories21 write sports ball. Well, let's be fair -- I'm writing sports ball references and she's writing all the "wtf the are you talking about, none of this makes any sense," parts.

Buck/Tommy, 9-1-1

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“So you found the picture.”

“When I was looking for the manual,” Buck agrees, “I didn’t know you played baseball. I played football-- “ 

Tommy snorts, “Of course you did.” 

And hey, “Hey!” 

Tommy squeezes his shoulders and steps back. “You kind of have a thing for running headlong into danger, Evan, I’m not sure if you noticed.” 

The end of his thought is muffled, like he’s talking with his shirt over his head, and Buck twists in his seat to watch as Tommy drops his shirt at his feet and starts popping the buttons on his pants, and “Oh, hey, no distracting me, you played baseball--” 

“I was drafted out of high school,” Tommy says, as he kicks off his pants and reaches for Buck’s hand, tugging him up, kissing him softly. “Enlisted in the army instead.” He shrugs and looks down the hallway, “Can I distract you now?” 

Turns out, the answer is definitely, yes. 

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and:

Now that it’s all out there, Tommy really opens up about things Buck never heard him talk about before -- which mostly, it seems, is how much Tommy hates the Dodgers. But he puts his hatred aside for the good of the group -- he’s got a friend who made it to the show but is now on the training staff, one of the guys from his old Little League days. He sets Tommy up with a suite at Dodger stadium.

"Who," Eddie hisses as they bypass all the lines at the park heading for one of the boxes, "exactly does Tommy know?  Is he secretly a mob boss who moonlights at the LAFD?"

Buck does actually know the answer to this, and not because he'd wondered that once or twice too.  But letting Eddie dangle is more fun, so he just raises his eyebrows and shrugs.  "He knows a guy,” and Eddie sighs, and Buck tries to distract him, “Did you know Chavez Ravine used to be a neighborhood?” 

Ravi and Tommy bond about the unfairness of the Dodgers getting Shohei Ohtani for steal (like, a literal steal, Tommy spends 20 minutes trying to explain it to Buck, who just nods and backs away slowly) and decide that they’re going to the Angels game next time (heartbreak and bad seats be damned). None of them are actually Dodger fans, except Hen, who’s fully decked out in her blue and white and they try not to hold that against her. 

They all cheer when Station 118 is welcomed on the big scoreboard in the outfield. 

During the game, while everyone else mills around, grabbing food, gabbing, and halfheartedly cheering, Tommy sits with a clipboard, pencil and complicated sheet of paper that he dutifully fills out after every pitch. Buck sits down next to him, watches for a while and then Tommy quietly starts explaining the scorecard and all its abbreviations and rules. 

It does make the time go faster.

[rivaldreamer]

House of Malignant - CH 2

Crossover between House of Wax & Malignant

What happens when one pair of conjoined twins meet another?~

CHAPTERS:

CH1 , CH3

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Driving up through the old town, Madison admired little old Ambrose. The quaint setting reminded her a lot of the rural areas where she and Sydney grew up, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. With this remote location, she didn’t feel as anxious about being recognized.

Throughout the rest of the car ride, Lester and Sydney had been happily chatting away. Madison smiled, especially noticing how Sydney blushed at Lester’s corny jokes.

However, the closer they got to town, the more Lester’s easygoing demeanor faded.

The truck came to a rickety stop beside a gas station.

“Well, thanks a bunch Lester,” Sydney said, beaming at him.

Lester’s grip tightened on the wheel. “Y-yeah…don’t mention it…” he turned to them, “l-listen, if ya want…I can just tow yar’ truck on’ down here. Save’s ya girls the trouble and all…ya can wait back where I found ya at…”

Madison felt an odd pit in her stomach.

Sydney frowned. “Lester… we’re already here though. We may as well have a look around,” she smiled softly, “I kinda wanna see your hometown.”

Lester’s ears went red.

Just then, Madison’s phone began to screech violently, everyone jumping at the ear splitting pitch.

“S-sorry!” Madison exclaimed, fumbling with her phone, casting a look Sydney’s way.

She put the phone to her ear, Gabriel’s voice rasped and static…

“Get out of the car…”

“What-? Gab-”

“Something doesn’t feel right. Get. Out. Now.”

Madison didn’t know what to think, her fight or flight instincts kicking up. Or was that feeling coming from Gabriel…?

Before she could even react, a hand slammed down by her window.

Madison yelped.

A man came into view, smiling beneath his cap. “Well’s… you must be the fine pair of ladies Lester called ahead about,” he spoke, his southern accent thick and suave, “I’m Bo, the one he told ya’ about.

He offered his hand to shake.

Madison hesitantly shook it. “Emily, nice to meet you.”

Bo tapped his hands on the car window. “Heard you were havin’ some car troubles up the road?” He opened Madison’s door for her.

“Uh…y-yeah…”

As Madison hopped out from the truck, she got a good look at Bo. He was tall, strong features, chiseled chin, curly tuffs of hair peeking out from underneath his cap and an all around charming smile.

Overall, he was very attractive, in spite of the grease stained mechanic suit he wore.

But something about how he carried himself, how he spoke, how he smiled, egocentric, domineering… reminded her of another monster from her past…

Gabriel watched through Madison’s eyes. He too felt an odd familiarity. He didn’t know this man, if they’d met him in the past, they’d remember.

It was than that Gabriel recalled a similar man…the first face he saw after waking up for the first time in 20 years…

A man that dared put a hand on his sister and whom became Gabriel’s first kill in his rampage.

Drawing connections, Gabriel already didn’t like Bo, making his disdain known by growling, Maddie’s phone and the truck’s radio blaring with jumbled static.

Madison jumped, reaching to the back of her head and desperately shushing them.

Bo furrowed his brow, looking over into the truck. “Hey Lester! Somethin’ wrong with ya radio there?”

Lester was in the middle of helping Sydney out from the driver’s side.

As the static blared, Lester moved to hear Bo. Sydney, who’d been using him as support to get down, yelped when the movement caused her to lose her footing, falling forward and causing both her and Lester to go tumbling down into the gravel.

Lester groaned looking up to find Sydney sprawled on top of him.

“Uh…” He went red and so did Sydney once she realized the position they were in.

A wolf whistle was heard, making them both turn to see a smirking Bo.

“Well, Lester, when’s ya get a little lady on the side?” He teased.

The two of them immediately scrambled up, apologizing and giving excuses, faces red and burning.

Madison was still desperately trying to get Gabriel to calm down.

“Gabe, CALM DOWN!” She hissed into her phone, feeling his emotions flare up.

“Something’s not right!”

“Gabriel, please, we can’t just start acting out. They haven’t even done anything.”

“Yet…”

Gabriel added with cynicism.

“Gabriel…” Madison sighed, a hand to her forehead, “Gabriel, I’m not gonna say your worries are unjustified. I’m worried too…”

“The filthy one, he’s acting suspicious and his brother…I don’t like him…he’s too much like… like…”

Madison flinched at the reminder.

“Sorry…”

“No…” She reached a hand to the back of her head, “I noticed too… but I’m not afraid. I’m stronger now…”

She smiled softly.

“…and I have you.”

Madison truly meant it. She felt safer and secure knowing that Gabriel was there, assured that no matter what happened that he would protect them. Her affectionate feelings travelled over to Gabriel.

A purring buzz came over the phone. Madison couldn’t help but laugh. “Gabe! Are you purring?”

“…shut up…”

She laughed even harder.

“Talkin’ to a boyfriend?”

Madison gasped, spinning around. Bo leaned against the truck, arms folded and one leg overlapping the other, a lazy smile on his face.

Madison felt her face warm.

“Uh…no…” she waved her phone, “just my brother…”

Bo inclined his head, arching a brow. “The two of ya must be pretty close huh?”

“Oh… you have no idea.”

Madison had to bite her bottom lip to keep the shit eating grin off her face.

Bo pushed off the truck. “Well, you and your sister can go have a look around the town. Town’s a little quiet at the moment, all other folks are attending a funeral down at the church. I suggest not disturbin’ em. I’ll have Lester head on back down the road and tow ya car in.”

Madison nodded. “Thank you…”

Sydney came stumbling into view.

“Oh Sydney, where have you-?”

Sydney, red faced, stumbled over and buried her face in Madison’s chest.

“Wha-?! Sydney?!”

“Kill me now…” Came Sydney’s muffled reply.

Madison furrowed her brows. “What…?”

Bo chuckled, getting Madison’s attention.

“Seems’ ya sister and mah’ baby brother ended up gettin’ real nice and acquainted with each other.”

Madison’s brows shot up. “What? Sydney-?!”

“It was an accideeeent…” Sydney whined, still hiding her face from view.

A fierce anger and protectiveness spurred from Gabriel’s end.

“WHAT-?!”

Gabriel’s voice screeched from the phone.

Both sisters jumped, immediately shushing him, sending panicked glances Bo’s way.

Bo rose a brow.

Madison nervously chuckled. “Ah heh… guess I didn’t end the call when I thought I did…”

She immediately shoved the phone into Sydney’s hands. “Explain, to our brother what happened young lady. You know how he gets…” she ordered, trying to play it off.

Sydney raised the phone to her ear, raising a brow. “Gabe? Since when were you concerned about my love life?”

A moment of silence passed, Sydney beginning to grin like the Cheshire Cat.

“Aww! Is my big brother Gabby being overprotective?… oh you so are! Don’t deny it, ya big softie! And no I will not drop the nickname!”

Bo chuckled in amusement at the sight.

Madison let out a sigh of relief. He seems to have bought it. Then again, what else could he have expected in this situation? What are the odds someone’s going to suspect you for hiding your conjoined twin?

Bo turned to her, giving her a smile. “Seems ya brother’s a bit overprotective.”

Madison shrugged. “Would you believe it if I told you Gabriel didn’t really like her at first?”

“Not too surprisin’ ,” Bo stuffed his hands in his pockets, “most siblings don’t like it when a new one comes along, ends up stealin’ all the attention.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s a bit more complicated with Gabe and I…”

“Oh yeah? How come?”

“Well, the two of us, Gabriel and I are…twins…it’s-…It’s… a long story…”

Bo looked particularly interested at that.

“Hey…” he shook his head, “we got time, gonna be a while fore’ Lester finishes towin’ ya car in. Wanna have a drink? I got beers in the garage.”

Madison meekly smiled. “I’m… not much of an alcohol person…”

“I got colas, too?” Bo offered without even passing judgement.

Madison blinked, smiling awkwardly . “Oh… okay then…”

The two of them headed into the gas station, Lester passing them to talk to Sydney. Apparently, Lester’s arrival caused Gabriel to go into a tirade of threats, his voice blaring from the phone as he told Lester to keep his filthy hands off of his sister, and offering very graphic descriptions of where he will put those hands if Lester does not heed said warnings.

Bo opened a small cooler in the corner, passing an ice cold cola to Madison. Honestly, with the sweltering heat, a cola had never seemed more tantalizing. Madison did inspect the bottle though, still suspicious, but didn’t find it to be tampered with in any way, the cap sealed tight and good.

Before Bo could even so much as offer a bottle opener, he gawked as Madison effortlessly opened the cap with her bare hands.

“Well damn… I was not expectin’ that…” he pulled out a drink of his own, leaning against the counter as he opened it. “ya sure got a strong arm on ya, little lady.”

“Oh yeah, it… runs in the family,” she shrugged, taking a long deep and soul refreshing gulp.

Bo watched her intently as she drank.

“That hit the spot…” she sighed, “how much do I owe you for the drink?”

“Nothing, it’s on the house. But ya can pay me with a story. Mind tellin’ me about the whole situation with your brother?”

“Uh…well…” Maddie really had to choose her words carefully.

“Syd- I mean-…Sunny, she’s not our biological sister. Gabriel and I are orphans, our mum gave us up when we were still a baby.”

Bo looked down into his drink, particularly scowling at that. “Sounds like a real piece of work your mother…” he huffed, going to take a sip.

Maddie glared at him. “It wasn’t her fault, she had no say. She was just a child.”

Bo choked on his drink.

“Are you okay?!”

“Fine-!” He coughed, clearing his throat, “s-sorry…”

Madison gave a sad smile.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know…”

She looked down at her own bottle as well. As she told the story, Madison could feel Gabriel’s presence slink in, no longer preoccupied with the others outside.

She took a deep breath, whispering. “It’s going to be okay…”

Bo tilted his head. “What’d you say?”

“Oh uh- sorry. Still um…bit of a rough topic to talk about, especially for my brother…”

“Well, he ain’t here right now ain’t he?” Bo took a swig from his drink.

‘Oh if only you knew…’

Gabriel grew smug and Madison smiled to herself.

“Let’s just say… um…the two of us-… kinda…disconnected? As kids?” That was the best way she could phrase it to Bo.

Bo furrowed his brows, looking up her from under hooded eyelids, gaze calculating.

“Why’d ya do that? Ain’t twins supposed tah’ stick together? Ride or die as they say?”

Madison shook her head. “We didn’t have a choice in the matter…”

Bo nodded, seeming satisfied with that response. “But the two’s of ya seem pretty close now, from what I’ve heard. Ya said he ain’t like the little blondie outside much? The one currently chatting’ up mah’ baby brother?”

Madison snorted. “S- Sunny’s real friendly like that. As for Gabriel um-… well-…let’s just say my new family adopted ME but not HIM.” She intentionally emphasized the words.

A wave of hurt and loneliness drifted in from Gabriel’s side. Madison found herself unconsciously reaching back to comfort him.

“I guess-… with a new family and a new sibling, Gabriel…um-… he must felt like… like I had abandoned and replaced him…”

“So, while you were livin’ every orphan’s dream, where’d ya brother go off to?” Bo asked curiously.

“Well- Gabriel’s always been around? Just-…just not- ugh…” she rubbed a hand over her face.

Gabriel’s emotions and hers became jumbled and confused during the conversation, neither knowing which feelings belonged to who.

“Sorry, it’s just a lot and-… it’s-… honestly it…it turned into quite a big fucking mess when both of us reconnected. Recently actually!”

Bo leaned in, brow raised. “What type of mess?”

Maddie smiled weakly. “Like…blood being spilled type of mess?”

Bo blinked looking down at the floor.

Madison shook her head vigorously.

“Sorry, you must think we’re a real cheery pair…”

Madison’s fingers dug underneath her hair, Gabriel nuzzling into her palm.

Bo tapped his finger on the bottle contemplating, before looking back up.

“Nah, I get it. I got into my fair shares of fights with mah’ brother. When I tell’s ya, the two’s of us could get into some real nasty fist fights. Hell, couple of times, back when’s we was teens, both of us had to be rushed to the emergency room. Our momma just screamin’ at us. Mostly at me,” he chuckled wryly.

Madison tilted her head, confused. “Who? You and Lester? Don’t get me wrong, he’s a bit… eccentric. But my sister’s got a good eye for people. And well… he seems like such a sweeyheart…”

Bo chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no, Lester’s third in our family. Talkin’ about mah’ other brother, the two’s of us…well, let’s just say; we’re closer in age. Sometimes the bastard can really get on mah’ nerves,” he sighed exasperated, “…but all the same, I can’t just leave em’.”

He twirled the almost empty bottle in his hand. “Funny thing’ ain’t it? Family. They can do the most fucked up shit and yet we’re willin’ tah’ forgive and protect cuz’ of the blood we share? Blood is thicker than water and all that shit...”

Bo finished off the last of his drink.

Madison tilted her head. “That’s incorrect.”

“What’d you say?”

“That saying? ‘Blood is thicker than water’? It’s actually a cut out piece from the full phrase, which is; ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’ Basically, the bonds you make through life are supposed to be stronger than the family bonds you have,” Madison smiled to herself, “although, I only partially agree with that phrase.”

Bo smiled at her.

It was small, and for a moment, it seemed like the most sincere smile he gave her since they started talking.

“Huh… well, ain’t you a well educated little lady.”

Madison felt her cheeks become warm.

Bo pushed off the counter. “So… where exactly is this Gabriel? Does he know where ya at?”

“Oh he’s… around.” Madison brought the bottle to her lips.

‘Way closer than you think…’

“What about you? Will I get to meet this mysterious second brother while I’m in town?”

Bo smirked. “Oh ya know, he’s…around.”

Madison narrowed her eyes, smiling.

Bo looked out the window, seeing Lester still chatting away with Sydney, the younger Sinclair now showing off his Bowie knife as he twirled it around.

Bo rolled his eyes, heading to the door. “I better get that lazy ass to start doin’ his job instead of wastin’ time chit chattin’.”

Madison watched him go, raising a brow. “Isn’t that exactly what we’re doing?”

Bo was halfway out the door, leaning back in, grinning. “Hey, us wastin’ time had a point to it.”

“Which was?!” Madison called after him but he was already out the door.

“Hey idiot! Quite playin’ lover boy and git’ to work!”

Madison smiled wistfully.

A radio on the shelf blared to life, Gabriel’s voice speaking through.

“Don’t tell me you actually like that asshole…”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I don’t… but he was nice to talk to…”

She did find Bo incredibly attractive but Madison didn’t think she was ready for romance, especially after everything she’d been through.

Sydney ducked into the gas station, Madison noticing how behind her Bo and Lester seemed to be having a private conversation.

“Ugh! Cockblocked by another big brother and- HEY! You’re hoarding sodas? Gimme!” Sydney exclaimed, diving forward.

Madison smirked, allowing Gabriel control.

Gabriel with deft movements, swiped the bottle out of Sydney’s reach, shoving her back.

“Cockblocked? What I did was for your own good brat,” Gabriel chuckled, voice still coming from the radio.

Sydney jumped and grabbed in futile, scowling. “Gabriel, you embarrassed me and went totally overboard with the threats!”

“I only threatened him an adequate amount…”

“You said, and I quote; ‘Put a hand on her and I will shove your teeth so far down your throat you’ll have to stick your toothbrush up your ass to clean them’! Like, what the shit?! Who even says stuff like that?”

Madison laughed, watching the two bicker with each other.

Outside, Bo and Lester finished their talk.

Lester, gave one last guilty look Sydney’s way before hopping in his truck and driving away.

Bo turned his attention back to the station, watching the girls laugh and fool around inside.

He supposed maybe he could keep the girls around for awhile, especially keep around the blondie for Lester since his brother had clearly gotten too attached to their prey. Then again, Bo had to admit he got a little attached himself.

This Emily character was entertaining, a good conversationalist and overall a real cutie.

It’ll be a shame once they kill them but the brothers couldn’t just spare every pretty face that came by.

Bo took out his phone, calling a number.

“Hey Vince, ya got company comin’ your way…”

———————————

(One more Sinclair brother to go~)

[noxturnalnymph]

Happy Ending [IV]

Masterlist (with all warnings)

A/N: tía - aunt, tío - uncle, primo - cousin, dios mío - my god, chulo - pimp, bonito - pretty (masculine), mala - bad, cariño - darling, guapo - handsome, mi amor - my love

🩷 🌅 🌴

He leans down and keeps his hands gripping your ass, picking you up and folding you over his right shoulder. As he carries you towards the back door of his villa he turns his face and lovingly nibbles at your outer thigh, where the slit on your dress has exposed your skin to him. He can hear your quiet laughter muffled into his back and can feel your arms roaming around his body, gabbing at his butt, thighs, stomach, and chest. Once inside he gently plops you down on his king-sized mattress and towers over you, taking in the sight of you.

He pulls your right foot against the center of his chest and unties your shoe, a nude-colored strappy thing, brushing off any sand left on it as he goes. He repeats the same treatment on your left leg as you pull the zipper down on the side of your dress. He watches you shimmy out of it, revealing soft, nude-colored underwear and a strapless bra. He sees your phone sticking out of your bra and smiles, reaching down to pull it out and setting it on the side table. He moves to lean over you and you put your foot back in the center of his chest, stopping him.

“Why are you still dressed? Gimme a show Panchito,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes but obliges you, moving back to the foot of the bed and unbuttoning his shirt. You watch him, laying on your back, perched on your elbows, eyes roaming his body. Slower you command, and he unbuttons the last two buttons in slow motion. No, faster, you say louder, and he throws his head back in laughter, sliding the shirt off his tanned shoulders. He toes his shoes off as he undoes his fly, waggling his hips for you as he does, causing you to erupt with giggles. He lets his pants drop to the floor and he stands before you wearing only his underwear and socks. He puts his socked foot up on the edge of the bed to show you.

“Take those off,” you laugh. 

“You first,” he challenges.

The playfulness on your face slowly turns to desire. You sit up and reach your hands behind you, undoing your bra, and then you rip it off you, throwing it at him. He catches it but can’t take his eyes off you. He saw you in a bathing suit plenty of times but not since you were twenty, and even though he’s never seen you naked before he knows the scars, freckles, and wrinkles that dot your body now aren’t things he would have seen before. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“Get over here,” you order. 

He tugs his socks off quickly and then gets on the mattress, crawling across the bed to hover over you. Shit, he’s just realized he didn’t pack any condoms. This was the last thing he was expecting to happen this weekend.

“I don’t have-”

“It’s okay,” you answer the question he didn’t ask. 

You put your hand on his cheek, running it backward and scratching your nails through his hair. He leans in to kiss you, moaning into your mouth, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You push on his shoulder and before he realizes what’s happening you’ve flipped him onto his back, on top of him now and straddling his hips. His hands immediately go to cup your breasts, palming the weight of them, thumbs caressing the soft underside of the roundness, and then joining the index finger in lightly pinching your nipples.

You throw your head back and groan, fuuuuuuuuuuck, put your palms down on his chest and begin to drag your core over his covered length. Holy shit you’re so fucking beautiful. He’s seen you with your eyes closed, chasing your own pleasure so many times… but it’s never been this hot. Goddamn you feel so fucking good. You’re pressing against him, rolling along his shaft, and he can feel a wetness in the fabric of his underwear - from you or himself he’s not sure. You’re breathing heavy and whimpering, the same noises he’s heard you make a thousand times. Fuck this is so- oh shit.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT, fuck, sh-,” he babbles as your movements above him stall. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, shit, I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“Did you just?”

“I’m so-, fuck, I swear I’m better than this at sex, I just-... I-.”

You lean down and plant your mouth on his, effectively shutting him up. Oh god he feels like he might cry. You peck your lips all over his, cooing to him that it’s okay, brushing your fingers along his forehead and curling them in some of his hair. Your hips are lifted off his, sparing him the overstimulation, and he relishes the feeling of your warm chest pressed to his own. Once he stops trying to continuously apologize, you pull back and swing your legs off him, sliding to the edge of the bed and reaching for your dress.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

He immediately goes into a panic, worried he’s disappointed yet another person, not sure if he’ll be able to bear it this time. You turn your body back towards him, a slight sadness on your face.

“I don’t want you to feel-”

“Please stay,” he says at the same time, grabbing your hand in his, unconcerned with how desperate he sounds.

“-obligated,” you finish your sentence quietly.

“It’s not obligation, but you deserve better than that.”

“Frankie,” you say his real name, shit, “it’s okay, I promise. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Baby,” he sighs, the nickname slipping out. “You deserve good things too.”

You let him pull you back to the center of the bed, let him gently nudge your shoulders down to lie back, let him slowly peel your underwear down your legs. When he takes his place between your spread thighs he doesn’t even think about how you looked in your video. How could he? He’s got the woman of his dreams here in front of him in the flesh, and he’s finally - finally - going to taste you.

He takes a moment to admire you, noticing you have hair trimmed on your mound in a triangle shape while the rest of you is bare. He lies down on his belly, pushes his hands under you to wrap around your spread legs and begins kissing the insides of your thighs, each placement of his lips agonizingly closer to your sex. He can hear you whining but he can also see how badly you want this. He brings his mouth to your lips; puffy with a shine of arousal, probably sensitive from anticipation. He kisses you up one side and down the other, listening to your keening take on an even more elevated pitch. Christ, he can fucking smell how badly you want this.

He begins to softly touch his tongue along your seam, letting you cant your hips and guide his movements. He watches you shudder when he flattens his tongue against you, moving his head back and forth over your sensitive bud. Your legs spread wider and you reach both hands between them, grabbing fistfulls of his hair and already beginning to fall apart. 

He lets you press his face deeper - pliable and happy to lap at you greedily - following your guidance to resume an up and down motion over your clit. He sets a steady pace, lets you control the pressure, and carefully watches your face. Your eyes are scrunched closed and your head begins to nod as he hears your painting turn to yesyesyesyesyesyesyes. He reaches his right hand up to grab at your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple, sending you screaming over the edge of your orgasm.

He gently licks and kisses all around you, as you twitch and squeeze his head with your thighs, recovering from your peak. He trails his mouth up your abdomen and over your breasts, nuzzling their roundness with his nose and teasing over your nipples with his tongue. You groan in pleasure under him, slowly dragging your nails across his scalp. Moving up your body he sucks tenderly at your neck and then meets your mouth, sliding his tongue past your lips and giving you the sweet taste of yourself.

“That was…” you trail off.

“The next one’s gonna be even better.”

“So, you think this is gonna happen again, huh?” you tease.

“Baby,” he slides his hand down your body and cups your center. “It’s gonna happen right now.”

He watches your eyes go wide as he bypasses your sensitive nub and slowly slides a finger into your hot, wet clutch. You grab his face and pull it back to yours, mashing your lips to his and letting out a long, muffled moan. You’re so open and wet from your release that his finger moves easily, so he pulls his hand back and adds a second finger, pushing them smoothly inside. He hears you react, keening and writhing under him, just like he always dreamed about. His palm presses against your core, giving you indirect stimulation on your clit as he starts to curl his fingers inwards, pressing against your inner wall.

He increases his speed and pressure, making bigger movements with his hands in response to your heightening reactions. He watches your body, the way your muscles undulate beneath your skin as you clench your jaw, the way your hands claw at his sides, the way your legs kick and your body jolts. He hears your breath hitching, your lips babbling words, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. He slides a third finger in and you shove your face against his neck, crying out against him, your moist breaths rhythmically heating his skin. He continues to press the heel of his hand against your hooded bud, curling his fingers inside you while moving his arm up and down to press firmly against the spot inside of you that’s driving you wild.

“All right baby, all right baby,” he says against your temple. “Come on, now”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

“Just let go baby,” he coos. “Come on. Come on.”

You finally let go, throwing your head back on the pillow and biting back your moan until you begin to feel the change. Just as he expected, a stream of warm liquid leaves you, and he hears you gasping above him, shocked but lost in the movement of his hands, working to coax more out of you. Holy shit, holy shit, he hears you murmuring, continuing to leak out over his hand, soaking his high thread-count sheets. He thinks - technically they’re your sheets - so no harm done. He slows down the movements of his hand and lets you catch your breath, kissing the side of your face and showering you with praise.

“You did so good baby, what a good job you did,” he whispers, and hears you let out a strangled sob. “You did so good for me, you’re so beautiful, look at you. So good.”

“That- …That’s-” you pant, struggling to catch your breath. “That’s never… never… happened to me before.”

“Did it feel good?”

“I think you know it did,” you pin him with a look. “Pancho Bonito.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him chest-to-chest, both of you opening your mouths and lazily exploring the other’s with your tongue. Your lips cover every inch of his face, your fingers brushing back the curls of hair that fell forward on his forehead. His tongue tastes every inch of your neck, thumbs swiping the tears that have spilled over the corners of your eyes. He rolls his body halfway on top of you and you pull your head back, looking shocked.

“What is going on down there, Mr. Morales?”

He chuckles. “That, my innocent little angel, is an erection. You see when a man and a woma-”

Your laughter interrupts him. “Yes, Francisco, I know what a boner is. But what are you - a forty one year old man who just came - doing with one?”

“I’ll tell you whose fault it is,” he leans his head down and envelops your nipple into his mouth, circles his tongue around the pebbled bud, and pulls his mouth off with a pop. “That gal right there.”

“My left tit?”

“Oh, not just her,” he says as he repeats the attention on your other breast. “They’re both guilty.”

You squeal as he flips you over to the drier side of the bed, moving to your ass and groping the rounded flesh in his hands. He leans down and bites one of your cheeks gently, smushing his nose against the swell and muttering this has been teasing me all night too into your damp skin. He slowly crawls up your body, placing more kisses and nips along your back as he goes, finding dimples and stretch marks and freckles to cast guilt upon as he goes, worshiping each before moving along to the next. 

When his head is just above yours, he presses himself down into you, sliding his cock along the crack of your ass, letting his pubic hair scratch at your soft skin. Your hair is still up - albeit far from the polished look you wore before- and he reaches down to brush the strands of loose hair off your neck and back from your face. He leans his face down and slowly rubs his trimmed stubble along your cheek, putting his mouth to your ear and giving it a lick with his tongue before touching his teeth to the lobe, carefully tugging it and eliciting more noises from you. 

“Those noises you make are the most guilty of them all,” he huffs in your ear. You respond with a whine. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this?” He licks the shell of your ear and kisses behind it. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of you under me like this?”

He presses his hips down, into your backside harder, and he watches you turn your face and moan into the pillow. He grabs your hair in a firm but gentle grip and turns your face back to the side.

“Baby, no. Please don’t keep those noises quiet.”

He moves back to his knees and pulls your hips up, your knees between his and your ass lifted in the air. Both hands move to your ass again and he firmly grips each cheek, clenching his teeth in a snarl.

“You better relax back there Panchito, or you’re gonna have another mess in your pants.”

Mala, he tuts as he slaps a hand on one of your cheeks, garnering a yelp and a chuckle from you. He soothes his hand over the mark and he watches goosebumps roll across your back.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praises, maneuvering his sticky, come-filled underwear over his hips and down his legs, pulling them carefully off one leg and then the other. He takes his dick in his hand, lazily pumping it, staring at you open and exposed in front of him. You turn your face and it catches his eye, both of you making eye contact before he watches your eyes trail down his body and land on his cock. Your eyes get bigger and your face relaxes, your lips part and you huff out a breath.

“Jesus, fuck,” you groan. “Why is it so perfect?”

Your reaction has Frankie chuckling, but bury your face back in the pillow. He reaches forward with one hand and grips your hips, his other hand bringing his tip to notch at your entrance. He hears you moaning again into the pillow so he lightly slaps your ass in the same spot, and you turn your head to let him hear the end of it.

“You want this?”

“Yes. Frankie-,” you whine. “My Pancho… yes.”

Frankie pushes himself into your warmth, both of you making sounds of relief. Holy shit you feel so good. His hands gripping your hips, he thrusts slowly and shallowly, gradually working himself in. You’re still plenty lubricated but Frankie’s been told his dick is on the larger side of average, so he knows he has to ease his way in so the stretch isn’t overwhelming. He finally fits it all in, his pelvis coming to rest flush against your backside. He pauses and lets you adjust, noting your approval of his methods when he hears you simpering ohmygod it’s so big, fuuuuck.

You reach a hand back and put it over one of his hands on your hips and squeeze it, a signal for him to move. Steadily, he pulls out and pushes into you, listening to you, watching you, following your unspoken cues that he’s doing what you like. He wants to make sure you’re not in any discomfort, he wants you to feel as good as he does, he wants to give you everything he has. He begins to snap his hips harder, pressing deep into you, and you cry out. For half a second he’s worried that he hurt you but then he feels your hand snake between both of your legs and cup his balls, urging him on.

He snaps his hips shallowly, letting you tug on his balls, listening to the pounding sounds of you whimpering, hearing you getting wetter, and he’s grunting and growling above you, fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips. So fucking good he hears you keen and he knows he’s close, he hopes you are too. But he doesn’t want it like this, not for the first time. He stops his movements and pulls out, earning a loud nooo from you. He gently turns you over and moves between your spread thighs, pushing them apart and back into your chest.

“I need to see you,” he leans down and kisses you. “Need to see you come on my cock, baby.”

He slides his dick back in and you both cry out, resuming his pace as he snaps his hips into you. He’s pushing down on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees back into your chest, and you bring your arms around them to hold them tight to you. This is the best sex he’s ever had. He leans over you and kisses wherever he can reach, feels his muscles burning with exertion, feels sweat dripping down his back, feels the clutch of your pussy gripping him tight. He slams himself deep into you, grinding himself onto your pussy, stimulating your clit with every thrust.

“Fuck, Frankie, fuck. I-, oh my god, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-.”

“That’s it baby, yes baby,” he encourages as he feels your pussy clamp and throb around him.

He leans back and watches you come undone again, continuing to fuck up into you even as you begin to squirt again, the liquid pouring out around his cock and spraying onto both of your legs. He slides his thumb up and down over your clit and watches another wave hit you, gasping and dripping and clenching. You’re so beautiful like this. He needs to come. He pumps himself into you again, hard, chasing his release. He hears you begging him to give it to you, to come inside you. Frankie can’t wait one more second. He manages to get a few more deep thrusts in before he stills, grunting loudly, his cock pulsing, rope after rope of his come painting your walls. He keeps groaning above you as he finishes coming, pulling out of you slowly, tapping himself down on your clit to watch you shiver beneath him, and looking at his spend slowly leaking out of you.

“You were right,” you exhale.

“I know,” he quips. “About what?”

You chuckle tiredly. Panchito. “You were right about being better at sex than that.”

He huffs a laugh in response as you both crawl out of bed, standing on shaky legs. You check your phone and then motion for him to follow you outside. 

---

Standing under the hot water of the outdoor shower, you both lean against each other for support, letting the warm water run rivulets down your sweat and come-soaked bodies. His hands roam over you, caressing and massaging all of the skin he touches. He kisses the top of your head and hears you sigh.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he admits.

“Who, me?”

“No cariño, the other woman I just had mind-blowing sex with,” he teases as he pinches your ass.

You laugh. “What do you mean? Whatcha been thinkin’ about?”

“Well sometimes when I’m at the lowest points in my life I like to look back on some of the high points.” 

He’s thinking that he’s glad he doesn’t have to look you in the face when he says this but then you pull back and make him look at you, your big eyes looking straight into his soul.

“I’m a high point?”

“Oh, baby…” he pulls you back to his chest so he doesn’t get lost in your gaze. He lets a long pause go by, just the sounds of the water falling, the rhythmic waves against the shore, the breeze blowing through the trees, and your shared breaths. “I was basically in love with you back then.” Another long pause goes by and you groan into his chest.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he shrugs.

You push back from him, separating your torsos but keeping his arms around you. You look wrecked.

“All I ever wanted to do was ruin our friendship,” you whine.

“What?”

“Pancho, I was fucking crazy about you, are you kidding me?”

“You-,” What? “No,” no, that can’t be. “But you were-,” way too good for him. “Since when?”

“Um, since the moment I tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to dance,” you say as if it's obvious.

“No, nonono, you told me your friend wanted to dance with me.” 

“Yeah I lied… I was the fuckin’ friend.”

“I-,” whatthefuck, “why didn’t you say anything?” Now he’s sure that he looks wrecked.

“I don’t know,” you say, worrying your teeth on your lower lip. “I’ve thought about that a lot over the years, even more over the last week,” you take a deep breath and exhale, tucking your face into his neck, kissing at the water droplets dripping down his skin there. “I thought you wouldn’t want someone like me, wouldn’t want to take home a girl like me to your mother. I’m not sure if it was immaturity or insecurity or a combination of the two.” He squeezes you tighter.

Not want ‘a girl like you’? You’re all he’s ever wanted. What difference would ‘a girl like you’ have made in his life? Maybe all the shit he’s still slogging through wouldn’t have even existed.

Eventually you let go of each other and stand next to each other beneath the twin shower heads. He leans his head forward, letting the water push his long hair over his forehead, dripping into his eyes and obscuring his view of you, which he can’t stop admiring. You take your hair down and hold your whole body under the rainfall showerhead, rubbing your hands along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck, your arms. He watches you touch the path his mouth took along your body, tracing over your pebbled buds, dipping your fingers into your folds, sliding your palms over your ass. He watches the cascading water wash away any remaining traces of makeup, and sand, and Frankie.

When you come back in the room he immediately notices the bed is remade and all the clothes you stripped off each other are gone. What the fuck? He stops just inside the door and points, but before he can ask outloud you grab his hand and mumble Kiki, then pull him onto the fresh sheets with you.

“Still want me to stay?”

“Of course I do,” he whispers into the nape of your neck, pulling your warm, smooth body against his front.

[leeflagoon]

The meet-cute: Tiana x Nanami

Heyyy guys so this is the Tanami fic LMFAOOO. Uhhh this fic was written for a close friend that loves jjk. Gab on top fr!!! I don't know much about jjk but I will try my best!! I hope you guys like it!!

Tiana spent most, if not all, of her days working at Duke's Cafe. It was all to achieve her and her dad's dream, to buy that old sugar mill and make a restaurant. Tiana was well known across the city for her 'man catching' beignets, as Charlotte puts it. So well known, in fact, that she even started getting customers from outside New Orleans.

That includes Nanami, who adores sweets. He heard about a specific little cafe that sells amazing beignets, from a coworker who went on vacation.

What even is a beignet? New Orleans sounds like a nice trip, though.... Nanami thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Nanami, he unknowingly made the trip during Mardi Gras.

The bustling streets, bright colors, cars and floats and train cars passing through large crowds of partying people in the humid southern city was definitely not what Kento Nanami was prepared for.

Tiana is working hard on a Mardi Gras noon in Duke’s Cafe. She’s mainly focused on her work and juggling her tables’ orders when she notices a tall blonde man walk in and take off his glasses, waiting to be sat.

“Just sit anywhere and I’ll be right there with you, sir!” Tiana calls out as she carries a mountain of plates on her.

Suddenly Charlotte squeals and bursts into the soft atmosphere with sparkling excitement, clutching a newspaper and bouncing into a booth. Mr. LaBouff cheerily greets Tiana and sits down across from his estatic daughter.

"Tia! Tia! You'll never believe it!-" Charlotte starts with her excited rambling. Tiana listens as she walks toward the table Nanami is sitting at, serving him some coffee.

Nanami looks at his cup of coffee and the beautiful woman who served him, flowing through her work unbothered by the noise around her. She didn’t actually take his order, but he was going to ask for coffee anyway. Additionally, Nanami saw that the (mostly) graceful waitress was already working hard and decided not to make a problem of it.

Eventually Tiana did get to Nanami's table to take his order. Nanami didn't mind the wait, enjoying the atmosphere of the homey and friendly cafe.

"I'm so sorry sir, did you want to order anything?" Tiana hugged her notepad close to her apron, worried and intimidated by the stoic man.

Nanami notices Tiana's nervousness and puts on a soft smile to ease her stress, "I'll have an order of beignets, I heard they're very famous."

The pretty brown-skinned waitress smiled back at Nanami, causing him to blush just a little.

"They sure are. I'll make sure to get them to you right quick, sir!" Tiana's worries of a rude customer washed away.

My god this man is fiiine... Tiana thought to herself while striding away to tend to her other customers, a smirk coming across her face once she was out of Nanami's sight. This customer had a chiseled face and a stoic expression, making him look like a hot actor Tiana can't exactly put a name on. Nanami’s suit and sophisticated, tiny glasses made him look very elegant compared to the other customers in casual clothes; with the exception of Miss pink over there… (Charlotte)

Nanami's eyes follow Tiana as she talks to Charlotte, admiring the working girl. Tiana laughs for a moment after trading a few quick jokes with her, then goes off to serve other tables. Once the pretty waitress is done with that, Nanami sees Tiana walk over to the bakery section of the counter.

Tiana is in a flow now, taking out the warm, fluffy beignets that were in a warmer out onto the counter. Then she gets her two final ingredients. She swoops the honey onto the beignets as if she was waving a magic wand, then spins the whole tray and dances a little while topping the beignets with powdered sugar. Boom. Done. Tiana smirks while looking at her creation that smells so good.

Nanami watched all of this from his table, seeing how other customers are also looking at the beignets with anticipation.

She is really beautiful…. Nanami throught to himself as he tried to peel his eyes away from her in vain. A few of her tight black curls have fallen out of her messy ponytail, the collar of her dress was uneven and disheveled, and her dark brown skin glistened with a light sweat she was putting up; nonetheless, it’s undeniable how beautiful Tiana is. Nanami hides his expression—he hides it well—and looks at his newspaper to distract himself, but before he knew it, he was served his beignets! Unfortunately, Tiana was busy and a bus boy helped her out, so Nanami couldn’t speak to her again.

Nanami smiles with contentment as he takes a sip of his coffee before trying the beignets for the first time. He overheard the pink, princess-like lady growl about how the beignets were ‘man catching’, and he snickers a little.

If they do draw men in…I’m in for a long ride.. Nanami thinks to himself as he takes the first bite. His stoicness prevents him from making any real reaction, but in his head he is dancing, singing Wonder Girls, moaning, and in utter bliss over the amazing and fluffy taste of the beignets. Before he knows it one of the beignets were already eaten by him.

Fuck…I’m in love.. Nanami sighs and looks at Tiana, the woman who made these beignets. He even starts to drool a little before shaking his head to catch his composure.

After Tiana's shift Nanami decides to be bold and approach her. Tiana takes off her work apron and rubs her temples as she sees the blond hunk that she served start to approach her, getting a little anxious and giddy at the same time.

Oh my god he's tall, what does he want? Is he mad? Is he happy? Oh my god he's actually approaching me...hey sexy, my god.. Tiana's mind raced and geeked, like any girl would.

"..May I help you with something, sir?" Tiana asked while taking in the sight of the tall man.

Nanami builds up his confidence in his head and takes off his glasses, looking Tiana in the eye. "Excuse me, miss, but are you single?"

Tiana's lips curl into a smile, her dark complexion develops a pink blush across her face, and she tucks in a loose curl behind her ear. She looks up at Nanami before she answers his question.

[marley-manson]

Gabrielle and Trapper for the ask meme?

Thank you! 💖

Gabrielle

Something I like: Well I've talked about her awesome character arc and her muscles plenty, so how about her humour! Renee O'Connor has great comic timing and she can be a very funny character. I love that she's not relegated to funny comic relief, she's a protagonist in her own right, but when she's in a comedy role she's delightful. A Day In The Life, The Quill is Mightier, The Play's The Thing, Deja Vu All Over Again, Altared States, etc etc. Hilarious stuff.

Something I dislike: Now this is hard lol. I don't like how often Xena/Gab fic emphasizes her youth inexperience naivete etc. I don't kink on any of that and I generally slightly prefer season 4+ Gab because in addition to finding the short hair hotter, I prefer the sense of maturity. I still like baby Gab a lot in the show but a lot of fandom seemed really obsessed with exaggerating that version of her instead of embracing her growth and character arc.

If I have to say something that's actually canon though, then I'll say her brief true pacifist period in season 4. I was meant to hate it and it led to a really satisfying conclusion to that particular subplot, but it was still a little painful to watch at times lol.

Trapper

Something I like: I love how fun he is. I think Wayne Rogers had a certain charisma that really worked and made Trapper very appealing even as more of a side character. He's always fun to watch, his chemistry with Alan Alda is always on, his comic timing and line delivery is great, etc. Even in episodes where the script doesn't really let him be engaging as a character, Rogers still makes him v entertaining and likeable.

Something I dislike: Difficult lol. Saying the womanizing is so passe. Well, I wish he and Hawkeye got more drama. That's always been the one thing about HawkTrap that disappoints me, how in-sync and perfect together they are lol, ironically. And I mean I love that for Hawkeye, ~it's what he deserves~ but for myself I like angst and misery and strife before the happy ever after and it would be nice if there was a good canon source for that with Trapper. A lot of fic writers just fall back on internalized homophobia which doesn't suit his vibe imo.

I think like my ideal hypothetical mash ship would have beejhawk style evil fuckery but hawktrap style chemistry so I could enjoy both the positive happy moments and the fucked up moments lol. But given the choice I do prefer the ship that's more engaging while positive and happy as an endgame ship for Hawkeye.

Send me a character and I’ll tell you something I like about them, as well as something I dislike about them

[gabrielllas]

jessica didn’t give mike a bonus like every other employee got so harvey gave mike a bonus. OUT OF HIS OWN POCKET.

[quicktosimp]

Our Time Alone

Kinktober Day 22, Lo'ak

Warnings: Water Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, P in V Sex, Fingering, Aged Up

A/N: Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Divider by @cafekitsune

As much as I love the sea, at the end of the day, I need to clean off the excessive amount of salt sticking to my body. So, at the end of the day, Lo’ak and I travel to the hot springs to bathe, not that we wash for most of the time…

“Come on, Lo’ak, I can feel the salt crystallizing on my skin!” Whining as I pull on his arm,

“Yeesh, you’re bossy today! You may want some bathing oils to help,” Shaking our bag of bathing products.

“Well, you have it, so let go!” Pulling him out of our marui.

Lo’ak only laughs at my antics, allowing me to pull him along, also eager to wash the salt off his body. The trek to the hot springs is long, further into the island's center and up into the rocky hills. This path would be near impossible without much planning for a human, but when you have an 8-foot-tall alien boyfriend who likes to carry you for fun, it makes things much easier. Not many of the Metkayina are willing to climb up here, their biological talents suited for the water and not pursuing the rocky cliffs. In the seven years we have been here, there have only been two times that others have been more than the two of us. Allowing us peace and quiet and no risks of Tuk running into our marui while having sex.… it was rather fun watching Jake scold Tuk while she asked questions about what we were doing.

“Ready to go up?” Lo’ak asks, holding out his arms.

I walk into his arms joyfully, “I’m ready, Love.”

He scoops me into his arms, shifting me so I’m cradled in one. His other used to climb. We chat idly about our days, laying small kisses on each other and laughing at our stories.

“There is no way he did that,” my head thrown back in laughter.

“The skxawng did! He actually said that to the Ilu while bonded!” Lo’ak was attempting to focus on climbing as he told me about the idiot learning to ride his Ilu today.

“He’s lucky he only got thrown like a skipping rock,” I turn my nose at the idea of someone calling Ilu names.

“I agree. Thankfully, Ilu are gentle creatures. If it was Tsurak, I do not think it would have ended so well.” Lo’ak pulled us up onto solid ground.

“You’re going to have to put him on a watch list if he ever manages to tame an Ilu,” I comment, slipping out of Lo’ak’s arms. As much as I want to stay, the salt is digging into my skin painfully.

Lo’ak scrunches his nose, “If he can tame an Ilu,” flashing his fangs.

Seeing his fangs always does something for me, as heat warms my cunt. Lo’ak shoots me a knowing smile, “Don’t worry, Paskalin, you’ll get plenty more soon,” turning away, his tail swishing mischievously.

I rush to meet his strides, not one to let this challenge go by. As I pass Lo’ak, I gab his tail by the base and let the whole length run through my hands before moving past him. He stood there for a second, bewildered. Once his mind caught up with him, Lo’ak was ready for the chase. He crouched low, a playful growl leaving his lips before he charged. I squeal at his actions before taking off, running to the hot springs, as that is the only safe place, giggling along the way. It’s not long before Lo’ak catches me in his arms, picking me up while still running.

“Lo’ak! You got me! You got me!” I shout, knowing what he’s going to do.

Nearing the water, I beast on his chest playfully, “Don’t you da-!” Splash!

The water was warm and would be comforting if I wasn’t just thrown in. Surfacing the top, Lo’ak is leaning over smugly.

“Enjoying the water, Yawne?” He asked, flashing a grin.

I rip off my top and throw it at his face, hitting him with a satisfying smack. I laugh at the sight of my soaked top hanging off his face; only one eye could be seen. He wipes it off his face, landing on the stone with a plop. Lo’ak strips out of his tewng before cannonballing in. Water rained down on me from the splash, and Lo’ak surfaced not long after, his braids covering his face.  

“Come here, dweeb,” I wave him over from where I was treading water.

Lo’ak slowly swims over, holding me in his arms as we swim, “Starting to feel better, Tìyawn?” He asks, nuzzling my face. 

“Starting to, the water is helping my back. After diving today, Tuk asked me to show her how to spin yarn so she could keep practicing crocheting. I feel like my back was replaced by a tire iron.” I groan, trying to stretch my back.

Lo’ak’s hands rub at my back, kneading my tense muscles, “I’ve offered to make you that spinning wheel you showed me pictures of. It may be easier on your back.” 

I hum at the thought, leaning into Lo’ak’s experienced hands. “I might take you up on that. I did not think my crafts would be so popular amongst the clan.” The idea of the spinning wheel sounds much better.

“I am not surprised! Many mothers love you making their carrying nets. Your nets are much softer on their baby's skin. Then you started making the blankets and the shawls, and then you made the Ilu. You made everything with care and love. It’s no wonder you became the first person an expecting mother tells.” His voice was full of pride.

 A snort leaves my mouth, “How many more disgruntled expecting fathers do you want to deal with? Cause I don’t like that line or the looks that Ronal gives me when technically she should be the first to know, being the Tsahìk.” I groan as Lo’ak kneads at a knot near my neck.

“The line of angry men I will deal with, but if Ronal decides to ‘talk’ with you about it, I’m planning a last-minute hunting trip. And leaving indefinitely.” Lo’ak jokes through his laughter.

My head snaps to look at him, “You do that, and I’ll tell her how you, Aonung, and Rotxo broke the shelves in her healing marui, and I’m leaving out Aonung and Rotxo.” 

Lo’ak’s face pales as he smiles uncertainly, “Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I doubt it will ever happen. Now, why don’t we start bathing,” Lo’ak moved so he was swimming on his back, pulling me onto his chest. 

“Nice save,” I drawl amused.

Lo’ak softly chuckles as we float over to the side of the spring. The underwater ledges are big enough to support us so we can sit comfortably. I struggled to remove my water-logged clothing so Lo’ak could place it in our bag. The small bag of bathing oils was still attached to Lo’ak’s hip; thankfully, none broke during his jump.

“Here,” Lo’ak hands me a container, “This one is yours,” the smell of yavo fruit caresses my nose. 

Lo’ak digs through the sack, returning with his own. I grab his and hand him back mine. Lo’ak softly shakes his head as he dips two fingers into yavo fruit oil. I lick my lips at seeing his two fingers dripping with oil.

“Babe, you need to get clean, yet you’re thinking of fucking me. Horny girl.” Lo’ak purred, trailing his fingers from my collarbone between my breasts and to my navel. 

My breath hitches from the motion. I dip my fingers into the canaster full of Lo’ak’s oil before moving my hands to his pecks, the strong muscles flexing under my touch as I rub the oil into his skin. I move up to rub at his shoulders, pulling his face to mine. Our lips meet, the steam flowing around us. Our bodies slick from the oil and sweat from the steam as our mouths continue to meet. Lo’ak pushed his tongue into my open mouth, licking at the insides. I suck eagerly on his tongue as Lo’ak’s hands travel to my hips, pulling my body flush to his. As we draw apart, our saliva mixing between us, I bite his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth. I grab at Lo’ak’s waist, my nails clawing at his skin. 

“Oh fuck, Tìyawn. Fucking needy today.” Lo’ak groans, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart, allowing him to fit between them.

 “You’ve been teasing me all day.” I bite at his neck, determined to place as many marks on him as possible. 

“All day, Tìyawn,” he groans as his hands creep towards my cunt, “How have I teased you all day?” Lo’ak asks, bringing his thumb to my clit under the water. 

“Yes!” I arch into his touch, “Lifting those baskets, watching you wrangle that Tsurak, how you climbed to get the fibers I need to make the soft yarn. You’ve been showing off your muscles to me all day.” I slip my hand closer to his slit, teasing the outside. 

Feeling Lo’ak’s slit, I notice it's already parted from the muscles relaxing due to the hot water. His cock peaking out, interested in our activities. 

“So I go about my day usually, and you get your panties all soaked?” Lo’ak’s finger entered my pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet inside. Is that why you wet and changed your clothes this afternoon? Did you soak through your panties? My little slut aren’t you?” He slowly moved his finger in and out slowly, curling it against my sweet spot.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I made the floor wet, too; I had to clean it up after.” I gasped, rolling my hips into his hand, splashing water on us. 

“Hmmm, what am I to do with you? Dirtying all your clothes due to your cunt. Maybe I should breed it, give it what it wants.” Lo’ak hummed nonchalantly.

“Oh yes, Lo’ak! Give me a baby!” I demand, pushing myself forward onto him.

Lo’ak and I fell back, submerging us underneath the water. His fingers never left my pussy. Instead, he used his other arm to hold onto me to resurface. 

“Damn, you’re desperate, need me to fill you up with my cock? Give you all my cum? Fill up your cunt and womb until there’s nowhere else for it to go? But you’ll be locked on my cock. It won't be able to leak. Na, it’s just going to fill you up more. Definitely gonna give you a baby. You ready for that?” Lo’ak crooned, adding another finger.

 “Oh fuck,” my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His words brought heat straight to my core.

“Yes or no, baby girl.” He punctuated with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” I moan as Lo’ak rubs my clit again. 

Lo’ak moves us, so I’m laying on top of him again, floating in the water, “Good girl,” adding a third finger.

The pleasure of his movements, the pressure of being full, and the burn from the stretch was perfect.

“Ohhhh, Lo’ak, please more,” I whine.

“Alright, baby girl, I won’t tease you today.” Lo’ak trailed off, removing his fingers.

 Shifting underneath myself, I pat at Lo’ak’s slit, feeling it part for me. I enter two of my fingers inside, searching for his dick. The insides of Lo’ak’s slit were warm and wet from the water seeping inside.

“Tìyawn, you need to hurry up. It is not comfortable to be filled with water.” Lo’ak grumbled.

I found his cock deep inside his slit, I coaxed it out with my fingers, and his slit closed around his cock, making a seal, “This time, I’ll be nice, but remember that’s what you do to me every time.” I threatened.

I line myself up with Lo’ak’s dick and sli back onto it, “Oh fuck you’re big!” I cry as the tapered head breaches my entrance. 

“It’s cause you are so small, a tawtute not meant to take a na’vi dick, yet here you are spread wide on my cock like a whore.” His voice was breathless as one of his spines sank into me. 

“Lo’ak!” I cry as his spines come to life inside me, trying to find the perfect place to lock into. 

Each spine pushed into me with a pop, the large objects forced into me with each pushdown. As I continue downward, there is no chance of returning up, no relief from everything. His spines continue to wriggle and writhe inside me, finding their own crevice to lock into, becoming so hard that they cannot be removed. Many of the top spines are big enough that they rub my clit as I move down, each rough force bringing me shocking waves of pleasure. 

“Oh fuck, I know, Yawne. Feels fucking good, yeah? Ready for me to lock with you? Fuck into your womb, and hold it open. Making sure that not a drop of cum goes to waste.” Lo’ak growls, grabbing at my hips forcing me down faster.

“No! Lo’ak! You’re too fast!” I shout as more of his cock is forced into me, the spines popping in with force, hitting my clit repeatedly. 

The rough pleasure was bringing me close to my climax, faster than usual, “Lo’ak, please, you’re too fast! I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.

“You’re gonna cum? Okay, I’ll make you cum,” He snarled, rutting up into me harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I scream, banging my fists on his chest. 

His cock tip started hitting my cervix, demanding entry, but he was too restless to line up properly, instead striking it over and over again, bruising my cervix in the process.  

“Please! Please! Lo’ak!” I scream as the pleasure becomes too much.

Lo’ak grips my hips with bruising strength, forcing his tip into my cervix. The tendrils on his cock head sprang to life, locking on either side of my cervix, creating a seal, locking us together.

“Oh fuck, Yawne! So fucking good. Ready for me cum? Gonna fill your womb so much. I’m fucking cumming!” His words came out as a hiss.

Lo’ak’s cum floods my womb, filling me even more than I already was. Gushes and gushes of cum fill me with every spurt. He keeps rutting into me, even though we cannot separate, dragging me on his cock. My clit rubs against his abs, giving me the final pleasure I need. My high hits me with overwhelming pleasure. White dots cover my vision as I attempt to wiggle and rock on Lo’ak’s cock. But his arms hold me firm. Forcing me to take everything he has to give.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I ramble on, my voice barely a whisper.

Lo’ak rubbed my back in soothing strokes, comforting me as I calmed down, “Did such a good job for me, baby. So proud of you,” He whispered, stroking my hair.

I make a whining noise at his praise, happy to hear it. We lay there soaking in the water, relaxing, as we wait for Lo’ak’s spines to disengage. 

“I’m glad we made it up here,” I mumble sleepily.

“I am, too. We really need to start setting more boundaries with Tuk. We cannot keep having her barge into our marui at all hours, day and night, as she pleases. We need our time together.” Lo’ak grumbles, irritated with his sister.

“She is a young teen, Lo’ak boundary pushing is what they do. Or are you purposefully blocking out 85% of your teen years?” I tease a soft smile on my face.

“My point still stands.” He huffed.

“I would try and start implementing those rules sooner rather than later.” I hum.

“Why?” Lo’ak asked suspiciously.

“Remember? We agreed that I should stop taking my birth control, and that was over a month ago. I am definitely going to be pregnant after this.” I remind him joyfully.

I can feel Lo’ak’s tail swishing over the water with joy, “I cannot wait for the confirmation, but Yawne, it is no longer Tuk I am worried about. It will be my mother.”

I sighed defeat when I realized he was right, “We’re never going to be alone again, are we?” I grumbled.

“No, Yawne, no, we will not.”

[jjtheclown555]

The Beauty of Death

tw. minor descriptions of blood, passive suicidal ideation

content. nikolai went hunting, bringing reader back to his home not knowing that they are the incarnation of death

pairings. vampire!nikolai x death!reader

word count. 1.7k words

a/n. i would like to thank vari (if they see this) for the idea and gabs (if they see this) for helping me figure out where to go with the story. I wrote reader as being czech because I like to project (it's not heavily shown, just 2 pet names are in czech). Finally, I'm pretty sure reader is gender neutral but if there are any implications of reader being female please let me know so I can edit it.

Right as his fangs sunk into your skin, blood pulsing against his tongue, he pulled himself away. The crimson on his lips wasn’t warm like a human—providing heat to his forever-cold body—nor was it sweet like many other women he had taken blood from. Your blood was bitter, a poison that caused him to jolt, coughing it up with urgency.

You sit up on white sheets that had been stained with red, watching as Nikolai kneels on the ground, hunching over where he had crashed in his haste. He spits the last of your blood up, a few red drops landing on your feet. You curl your legs into your chest, eyebrows knitting together in concern about the man kneeling before you.

Nikolai glances up, face scrunching at the smell of your blood dripping from the wound he made on your neck. He stares as your hand moves to the bite mark, gently touching it and moving your blood-stained fingers in view. You smear it between your fingers, watching as it spreads along your hand. Nikolai watches, taking your hand and bringing it close, almost touching your blood to his lips once more.

“What are you?” He asks, grin surfacing with a raised brow. “Neither your blood nor your scent is that of a human. Your blood is painful. I’ve had the blood of hundreds but none have ever hurt.” He runs his thumb over your fingers, looking at the blood contrasting his pale skin. You watch as Nikolai gently plays with your hand before he looks up at you once more, forming eye contact and tilting his head as he awaits your answer. 

You reach your other arm towards him, helping him get up and sit next to you on the bed. “You said you like quizzes when you first brought me here, yes?” Nikolai begins nodding vigorously, his grin widening until you’re convinced he couldn’t possibly smile wider. “Then how about I give you three guesses to figure out what I am? Your best three guesses.” Laughter rings out and Nikolai claps his hands a few times before standing before you. He taps his chin and lets out small questioning noises.

“Another undead perhaps?” You immediately shake your head.

“Hmm. Do you take really poor care of your body?” A second

wrong answer.

He looks disappointed that he hasn’t figured it out, pouting at you. He deeply breathes, “I need to make this last one count!” You let out a small hum as you watch him pace. Nikolai scratches his head, observing you. Looking you up and down, walking around the bed to see every angle for a hint. Right as he begins analyzing you up close, his eyes instantly light up as he walks back in front of you. He does a slight spin, bowing theatrically. He tilts his head up to meet your eyes and shouts, “Aha! I think I know! You’re some kind of god, aren’t you?”

You smile, nodding your head. “Correct, Nikolai.” He cheers, fangs showing as he shouts praises for himself. He couldn’t look happier about being right. He grips your shoulders and asks question after question about what you do, how you got here, and why you’re among unholy creatures. You chuckle at his excitement, “Well to begin, I am death-”

“Like Mara? From the myths?”

You nod and he gazes at you, eyes widened in amazement. “Yes, but my name will suit me just fine.” Your lips turn up at the sight of his intrigue. “As for why I’m here, I enjoy watching the living up close. I don’t influence people's deaths—that would be needlessly cruel—but observing others and watching as they step closer and closer to their collection to the underworld is a bit of a hobby. And how I’m here,” You pause for a moment before your lips quirk up in a sly smile. “Do you really think a god couldn’t go wherever they please?”

Nikolai lets out a small chuckle, “I suppose you can do anything you want, can’t you?” He sits next to you, the bed shaking slightly under his weight. “I’m in the presence of a god, that’s something I never expected to happen in this neverending lifetime.” He inhales the scent of your blood again, a slight twinge pulling at his features as he attempts not to make a face of repulsion. “Is your blood going to be what finally kills me?”

“It won’t.” You say shuffling back to lay back against the mattress. “Not much went into your system. Were you to continue drinking despite the taste, you may have died from it if not you’d fall quite ill while I’d remain unaffected.” He hums along, kicking his legs back and forth and he processes your explanation. He bites his lip, a small amount of blood pooling from it that he quickly licks away. “I suppose you’ll have to continue hunting for food, láska, as I’m sure you’ve noticed my blood will not suffice.” 

He glances at you before pulling himself over you, caging you between his arms. “I figured the blood of a god would be heavenly, the sweetest I’d ever taste, I suppose I was wrong.” As Nikolai speaks, you look over him hovering above you. You notice every detail from the scar on his eye to the smile lines curling down his cheeks to the build of his body. For a moment, you tune him out, focusing on his strange, cold beauty. In an instant, your eyes trail up to his lips and without thinking you quickly peck them as his sentence ends. He’s startled, allowing you to shove him off of you, laughing to yourself. 

His eyes widen, mouth falling agape while his brain slowly clicks together what had happened. “The look on your face!” You cry out as laughter rings through your throat. Nikolai doesn’t respond, for a moment he is completely speechless and you fill the empty noise from him with your hysterics. He softens up as he recognizes the peck. His breathing slows as he finally processes what you had done. 

“What the hell was that for?” He shouts out, tone exasperated.

“Humour, of course.”

Nikolai huffs, “So you find it funny to mock me?” He rolls his eyes and you click your tongue. Your head tilts at his question, vaguely offended at how he took it. “You think I’m mocking you?” He nods, a disgraced pout on his face. “That’s not how I wanted you to feel in the slightest! I apologize if I offended you, it wasn’t my intention.” You smile, fidgeting with your fingers. Nikolai can’t help but notice how awkward you seem for that of a god. “You looked pretty and I wanted to do something unexpected. I intended for you to laugh with me but I suppose I read you wrong.”

His lips quiver and a cackle emits from him. “You just wanted to make me laugh? That’s so cute! You’re so adorable.” Your eyes waver and he smirks at your faulty expression. “Am I making you lose your composure? A vampire, a being of sin, with a god?” He looks down at the wound on your neck once more before meeting your eyes. “Sorry, I’m going on and you’re still bleeding. I should probably clean you up.”

You watch Nikolai get up and leave the room. You wait a few minutes for him to return, kicking your legs back and forth and humming to yourself. You see him come back in with a wet cloth so you sit up and stretch a little as he reaches over and wipes the crimson that stains your neck and fingers. “Sorry, I don’t have any bandages so this will have to do.” 

He’s unusually soft. You think. In the last few hours since you met, you saw Nikolai as a very eccentric man, always keeping you on your toes but in this moment he’s quiet, gentle, sweet even.

“Do you know what I want more than anything?” He asks, pulling you out of your trance. You tilt your head, asking what it is he wishes for. “Freedom.” A soft twitch of his lips doesn’t go unnoticed by you as the cloth continues to glide against your skin. “I wish to know what it takes to reach that freedom, to be as free as a dove flying through the skies rather than one trapped within a golden cage. I attempted to rid myself of my emotions, I killed the loved ones who trapped me in that cage…” He hesitates, “I killed my dearest friend, the only one who understood me truly.” You don’t know how to feel, whether to feel pity, or empathy, or to remain indifferent. “Even after all of that, I still feel trapped by my humanity. After hundreds of years in this world, trying to free myself, I’m still stuck in that cage.”

“Would death free me?”

Your heart cracks, you swear you can feel it. You swear you can hear it. A twinge and a small breaking noise. You know there are ways for vampires to be killed and you’re sure he knows too. You fear for him. You see death daily. You enjoy witnessing as people reach the inevitable, but you can feel that the two of you meeting may have shifted his death date. “Death can’t free you. All death will do is trap you further, leaving you in the underworld for the rest of eternity…” You trail off and silence falls between you both. It’s deafening, neither of you can bear it. You’re the one to break it though, with a quick statement, the kind that leaves him thinking everything and nothing all at once. “Your freedom shouldn’t be in spite of your emotions or your love. Your freedom should be a piece of it.” You cup his cheeks, “So fly, můj milovaný, like those doves you love so much.” You kiss his cheek. It’s cold. But it feels nice. “Your freedom is close. I can feel it.”

You get off the bed, slow steps reaching the doorway where, for a second, you turn back to him. “I should go, Nikolai, but you can just call my name if you want to see me again.” You walk out the door and he hears you skip down the hall, loud thumps as you walk down the stairs. “Okay, Mara-” A short pause before he whispers out. “I mean, Y/N, moya ptashka.”

[anotherwvba]

Punchline pt. 2

“Aw hell, Gabby.” Jazzy scratched his head as he watched the scene unfold. A seemingly bad stand-up comic having dove off the stage and attacked a heckler during open-mic night at the Laughing Skull Lounge certainly wasn’t an unheard of occurrence, but it was a damn odd one. “You sure that’s our guy?”

“I’m sure, Jazzy,” Gabby replied as he rubbed his eyes.

Disco Kid’s eyes widened in disbelief as the audience got caught up in the frenzy, now with hands being thrown and drinks sailing through the air. “Which one? The comic or the heckler?”

Gabby nodded toward the stage area. “The comedian. His name is Jon Adamski. Technically, he’s on the Minor Circuit roster.”

“Well,” Disco glanced toward Gabby and Jazzy, “at least he’s winning.”

With an exasperated sigh, Gabby nudged Bald Bull, “Bull, s'il vous plaît?”

The large Turkish man cracked his knuckles with a smirk, then clapped Disco on the shoulder. “Got my back, Kid?”

Disco grinned excitedly, “Lead the way, big man!”

As Bull and Disco disappeared into the increasingly violent crowd, Gabby brushed off his suit coat and looked at Jazzy. “We have quite the mess to sort out, mon ami.”

Jazzy shot Gabby a knowing look. “Man, you act like this the first bar fight I had to smooth over. Just follow my lead.”

Gabby and Jazzy made their way in the opposite direction of the uproar that was now the bar and dining area. Fights broke out everywhere as Bull and Disco wove their way through the chaos. Bull shoved and pushed his way through with minimal effort. Disco, meanwhile, was dancing and whirling, slipping punches and dodging kicks from wayward patrons.

“Reminds me of that time they tried an open bar on fight night,” Disco quipped as he sidestepped a falling waiter.

“Reminds me of brother’s wedding back home,” Bull responded as grabbed two brawling men by their collars and moved them aside.

Disco swayed back as a woman dove across his path at her intended victim. “How’s that, big man?”

Bull pulled Disco out of the way of a plate of chili cheese fries that soared dangerously close to his face, then sighed, “Waste of perfectly good food.”

Meanwhile, Gabby and Jazzy slipped past bouncers and security that were headed toward the ongoing disturbance. Jazzy smiled fondly, “Yo Gabs, this remind you of anything?”

Gabby shot a deathly glare at Jazzy. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Man, you know.” Jazzy’s smile turned mischievous. “Your retirement party at The Clarmont? You had a few, that one guy made a pass at Vonnie, and dropped his ass. Man, when jumped up on the table and challenged the whole room…”

Gabby knocked on the manager’s office door as they arrived. “Jazzy, we’re here.”

“... and then you said,” Jazzy continued, now with a passable French accent, “‘C’mon! C’mon, you uncivilized connards! I’m leaving here with a winning record tonight!’ I mean, damn!”

“Jazzy! We are here.” Gabby broke Jazzy out of his reverie. Jazzy smiled sheepishly, while Gabby muttered under his breath. “Espèce de fils de pute.”

“What did you call my mama?” Jazzy shouted, Gabby’s face now bearing the mischievous grin.

Back near the stage, Disco ducked as a flying drink narrowly missed him, splashing onto a burly man beside them. The man turned, ready to throw hands. Disco snapped into his stance, but the man saw Bald Bull’s towering figure behind Disco, reconsidered and slunk away.

Disco, oblivious to Bull’s presence, yelled at the man, “That’s right, chump! You don’t want none of the Kid!” A tap on the shoulder made him turn quick, hands up, and he saw Bull standing there. “Dammit.” With a jerk of his head, Bull pulled Disco’s attention to their man.

Right in front of the stage, a man in a disheveled suit was in full mount and raining punches down on a bigger man, apparently his heckler. “Ty głupi idioto!” the comedian yelled as he delivered another blow. “Czy jestem teraz zabawny?”

Bull and Disco grabbed the man’s arms, surprising him, and lifted him to his feet. “Co do cholery? I’ll smash your face in, you…” and the comedian’s pale face got even paler, surprise evident, as he turned to see Bald Bull’s intimidating gaze upon him. “... um, cześć?”

“Easy, champ.” Disco instinctively stepped in as the ‘good cop’. “You Jon Adamski?”

Jon was nearly frozen, still being held by one arm and his lapel by Bull, but he managed a weak and nervous nod.

Disco looked around and saw what looked to be the heckler’s friends converging on the stage area, security and bouncers hot on their trail to restore control. “Big man, we better get backstage before this gets worse.”

Bull grunted in agreement, then shoved Jon toward the stage. “Lead way,” Bull ordered and the trio made a hasty retreat, leaving the chaos of the stage and dining area for security to sort out.

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

[ask-hannah-blog]

The sleep study is turning out to be more interesting than I expected. L.O.A labs is very impressive. They hooked me up to these diodes that let a pair of technicians view my dreams. All while they monitored my brain activity for psychic activity.

So all of this happened under their watchful gaze.

——-

Making her big Debut!

Ms. Honkers!

The crowd went wild!

I was shoved and stumbled out into the middle of an arena. It was half-filled with woooing and excited clowns.

Oh god it was time for our routine! I didn’t even get to practice. I was in nothing but a medical gown. This was so embarrassing!

I shuffle forward and noticed two figures waiting for me in the center ring.

Cassidy

And Gimmick.

He was out of his orange jumpsuit, and was wearing a maroon suit with a top hat. “There she is, isn’t she beautiful folks?”

There was whistling, and hooting for me. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to cover myself from the prying eyes of the clowns.

The Villian grinned, a wide horrible thing. “We’re here to Celebrate Cassidy here becoming a permanent part of my collection!”

“Yeeeee-Haw! Sure are sugar.” She smiled at me. “Yer my very beth clowny friend! I had to share this moment with ya!”

No way. “I’m not playing around with this.” I turned around and made a run for it, the whole arena started booing. I immediately felt like a shame and failure, the audience was unhappy with me!

“We got a live one!” Cassidy wooped, and laso’d me like a true cow girl. She dragged me back over towards her and before I could do anything plopped that stupid dunce cap back on my head. “There howth that feel?”

“Duuuuuur.” I drool on the ground beneath me.

Cassidy giggled. “She’th a thlow learner, but I reckon she’s be a fine clown one day!”

Gimmick gave Cassidy a spank on the ass, which caused her to fart. “With a teacher like you? I have no doubt. Why don’t you show me what you’ve been working on?”

“Yeth Thir!” Cassidy gave a playful salute and then stood me up on my feet. “Hey, Hannah, ready to show all your friendth the trick I learned you?”

“Hehe um… duuuuh.” My tongue fell out of my mouth, and I just stood there smiling waiting for her to use me.

Which she did.

She placed a few balls in my hand and told me to juggle. I did what she asked and started tossing those balls around like an expert.

The crowd went wild. Their cheers, and woops made me smile and giggle. I was getting wet and horny just by performing for them.

“Taught her ma thelf!” Cassidy beamed, pulling out a large dildo from her cowboy hat. “Now leth thee if we can teach her a new trick!” She gabbed my gown and ripped it off. “Squat Honkers, squat!”

I obeyed like a dog, and bent me knees, barley noticing that a few clowns in the audience were throwing more items at me to juggle. Bowling ball pins, bags of popcorn, a big clown shoe. I added them all to my routine without a sweat.

Cassidy crouched down, and gently inserted her dildo inside of me. It was girthy, enough to fill me up, but longer than what I could take by at least a foot.

“Keep that in ya’ll.” Cassidy instructed, so I clenched down on the intruder to make sure it didn’t go anywhere. “Now dance pretty!”

I giggled and started thrusting my hips, which made the dildo wag back and forth between my legs like the world’s lewdest tail. I was doing an idiot dance for all these clowns and perverts and none of them were enjoying it more than me. I was humiliated, hysterical, and hornier than I’d ever been in my life.

The audience was losing their mind. Clowns around the arena were fucking and masturbating. There were pops of confetti all around the arena as clowns came to my disgusting performance.

Eventually it’s all too much for me, I’m so wet my clenching just pushes the dildo right out. It lands on my feet like a wet turd. Then for no reason at all I step on the dildo, it rolls out from under my foot, and I fall to the ground. Everything thing else falls with me, and everyone is in stitches.

“I’d say you taught her well, my sweet.” Gimmick Grins and kisses Cassidy on the cheek.

She groans from any affection from him. “Aww schucks, itth juth an honor to be able to teath new clownth old trickth!”

He likes that answer, and produces a chair for her to sit on. “It’s time.” She sits down on the little throne, naturally a fart rings out across the arena, can’t miss a chance for a good Whoopie cushion joke. And then I see him pull out a red clown nose from his pocket.

My fall had knocked my dunce cap off, so I could slowly feel my iq rising, and I was lucid enough to know that there would be no going back after she accepted it. “Cassidy no.” I groaned, getting to my knees. “Think of everything he’s taken from you, you have to wake up from this.”

Gimmick tisked at me. “And you were doing so well Hannah, can’t you just be happy for your friend during her big moment? Cassidy?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry, I know what honkers wants.” She bent down and pulled the boot off one of her feet.

Her pale foot was naked, no socks or anything. Just a coat of sweat seperating her sling from the leather. “Remember these?” She asked, wiggling her toes they shone under the big top lights. “You gave them to me, and I wanted to share my big moment with you.” She held her boot out to me. The air around it shimmered. I don’t know if it was heat or… stink. “Come on Hannah, won’t you clown around with me?”

I felt my face pulled into her boot like a magnet. Something in me broke, I don’t know what. I inhaled like it was the last breath I was ever going to get. I felt like all the heat in that boot went into me, I mean I caught on fire. My eyes rolled back, my spine shivered, my skin prickled, my cunt throbbed, I thought I was going to pass out it was so intense. And it STUNK! There was nothing pleasant about it at all, just sweat and leather. It was like how pain can be pleasurable, but with a smell, a rancid awful smell.

“Oooooooooooooh!” I moaned grabbing the boot for myself like it was an oxygen mask.

“Now now.” Cassidy kicked it out of my hands, and put her foot there instead. “It’s better from the source.”

It was all over for me. My nose was between her toes in an instant. I thought I was going to die if I didn’t come with that awful stink in my nose. Is I reached around for that stupid dildo, and pumped it inside of me.

She was earthy, her feet smelled like sweat, dirt, and something sweet like molasses… maybe baked beans. I loved it, it made my eyes water, and my stomach churn but it couldn’t get enough. It was just feet, and I feel like I could put up with anything as long as I was doing it for feet.

They were both satisfied that I was pacified, and they were right. I couldn’t even think of saving Cassidy. If I thought about her going full clown it was only to hope that her feet would get stinker, sweatier, bigger. I was hugging her foot to my face, kissing it more passionately than any boyfriend or lover I’d ever had.

While I was doing this, Cassidy was experiencing her coronation. Gimmick to the clown nose in his hand and gently placed it on Cassidy’s nose. After just a moment it was her nose. She shuddered happily as it honked. Markings appeared on her face a little gold star. I could feet her feet throbbing against my tongue, and I assume the rest of her body was too. Changing throbbing cumming.

Becoming.

It’s all too much for me. I feel like my brain is short circuiting. I’m blacking out, waking back up, blacking out again and it’s all just feet feet feet.

I think I’m coming but I don’t know for sure.

——-

When I wake up I’m in a puddle of my own juice. I feel like I’ve had the best rest of my life. I feel horny, but I don’t touch myself. I remember that I had a team of people watching that whole thing, monitoring my brain, watching my, cum or at least want to come.

I wait for them to come get me, or say something over the speaker, but a few moments pass an there’s nothing.

So eventually I get up, put on my clothes and exit the room. There I see the technicians who were watching me on the floor. They look pale but not sick.

They laughing uncontrollably, idiotically like there’s no thought behind their eyes at all. Their shoes and socks are scattered around the room. Discarded, hanging from monitors, and their legs are wrapped around eachother. They’re sniffing, and licking eachother’s feet, as best they can between the laughter.

And

And

And…

Guys…

I think I have a foot fetish…

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