#i will finish it if i know the people want it 🙏🏾🙏🏾

[ijhyo]

my people if i post that beom superhero fic (finally) will anybody want it or care

[loveforeren]

My friend requested race car driver Miguel. I found it intriguing so here yall go. Also, imma just do RCD!Miguel because I'm lazy. Feel free to request stuff. I have rules when it comes to writing js go and look at my masterlist for the rules.

RCD!Miguel swears he can't win a race if he doesn't eat you out the day of each race.

"Cariño, you know what I need to do to win," he exclaimed as he ran has hands over your waist.

"It's not a need Miguel. You just want to." You replied.

"No...I need to. It's my good luck ritual~" He grinned.

"Good luck ritual?" You rolled your eyes.

"Please~ Baby I need to." He whined.

RCD!Miguel keeps on insisting that you should give him head in the car as he drives.

"Mami, come on~! We'll be fine!" He'd whined.

"No. Absolutely not Miguel." You'd say sternly.

RCD!Miguel will be getting ready for a race, and spot you in the crown jumping up and down screaming his name. His eyes zero in on your chest. He'll waltz over to you and pull you into a feverish kiss leaving a hard smack to your ass as he goes to finish preparing to race.

RCD!Miguel has you in the car with him in some race. He'll claim your his little cheerleader.

"Seat belt on, baby. Sit back and relax nothing is going to happen. I'm the best racer on this track." He grins as his hand rested on your thigh.

RCD!Miguel always has to celebrate a win by being burrowed deep in your pussy. (Usually in the backseat of his car.)

"I told you, Mami. Your pussy gives me everything I need to win." He purred as his hips snapped into you.

Your body jolted back, your nails penetrate his back.

"Miguel, s-slow down" you slurred out.

His hands were on your hips as he pushed himself deep within your walls. That euphoric and enrapturing feeling washed over your body. His thrust stayed hard and deep as he continued to fuck you through your high.

RCD!Miguel always makes sure to spoil you every time he wins a race. He'll buy you anything your heart desires.

RCD!Miguel makes sure to boast about his amazing girlfriend whenever he has a interview.

"I couldn't do any of this without my amazing girlfriend" he exclaimed.

RCD!Miguel doesn't know what TMI means. People will ask him what he does the hours before a race. Some expect him to say practice or relax but he says the most unexpected thing.

"My face is buried between my lovely girlfriend legs until I have to go to the track." He'll say with a grin.

His grin will only spread when he hears your voice echo his name. Your glare shooting daggers into him.

RCD!Miguel likes to scare you when he's on the track with you in the car. If it's a practice of him just getting to know a track. He'll intentionally speed up and do tricks. His laugh will echo through the car as you scream. He was going to own you big time.

RCD!Miguel will beg you to allow him to teach you how to drive on the track.

Allllll done 🙏🏾 isn't RCD!Miguel just so fineeeeeeee.

@kaisavampiree here 🫶🏾 I'll write an actual in-depth one when I have time.

[rapz-rites]

They All Know Now

That Batfam finds out Damian has a gf, but not from Damian

A/N: just randomly had this idea. Mostly a group chat between the Batfam reacting the finding out Damian has a boo thang

Enjoy 😊

Word Count: 850+

Warning: Cursing, Dick being a drama queen, Tim doubting Damian’s rizz

Damian hadn’t expected for people to find out, especially not like this

Why can’t people just mind their own business 

This whole thing was stupid

You and Damian went out to this small fair just outside of Gotham for a date

You thought it would be unnecessary to wear disguises

You wanted a normal date without disguises and paparazzi

But you were wrong

You guys were having a nice time, walking and holding hands, sharing some cotton candy 

Unfortunately, someone from Gotham Academy was there too

They took a picture and somehow media outlets got it

It was going viral

The headlines ranged from “Damian Wanye Mystery Girl” to “Who is this girl? Lover or Gold Digger”

A few months ago, you and Damian got matching promise ring

One news outlet mistook them for wedding rings

“Nothing like his billionaire father, Damian Wayne is locked in”

When you showed Damian the headlines

You found them hilarious 

Damian didn’t

Not even 10 minutes after you showed him the first headline the ‘BatChat’ group chat

Made by none other than Dick Grayson

BATCHAT 🦇

GRAYSON: Attachment: 5 images 2 videos

                   WHAT IS THIS?

                   DAMIAANNNNN!!!!!

DAMIAN : What do you want?

                 I’m busy.

CASS : Are you with Y/N?

DAMIAN : Yes.

GRAYSON : Is that why you’ve been disappearing lately??

TODD : Wow….

            The demon spawn got a girlfriend

            I thought Raven was going to be the one and only

DRAKE : Wait…

  Damian really has a girlfriend???

DUKE : Haven’t you been keeping up

DRAKE : No really…

I’m busy ok

STEPH : Are we going to ignore the fact that Cass knew and didn’t tell us

GRAYSON : Yea Cass

                    Why didn’t you tell us???

CASS : Not my secret to tell

DAMIAN : That's why she was allowed to know

CASS : Bruce knew too

GRAYSON : I feel betrayed

                    Why didn’t you tell me?

                   🥲.

DUKE : I wonder why

            🙄.

GRAYSON : Don't sass me rn Duke

DAMIAN : Cass, Y/N wants to know if you’re going on patrol on Friday.

TODD : SHE KNOWS?!!?!?!

            Does Bruce know she knows?

GRAYSON : OF COURSE HE KNOWS

                 Its Bruce

CASS : I’m not.

            Why?

DAMIAN : She says “we need to finish the movie from our sleepover”

STEPH : YOU TWO HAD A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME

DUKE : What was the movie?

TODD : Really Duke?

           That’s what you want to know

DUKE : Yes… leave me alone

DAMIAN : I don’t know.

DUKE : Can you ask please 🙏🏾 

DAMIAN : She said they finished Salt, with Angelina Jolie and are now on Mr and Mrs Smith

CASS : Ask her if we’re going to watch Megan Fox movies after.

DUKE : Angelina Jolie…

        Megan fox…

        Can I PLEASE join 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 

DAMIAN : I’m not a walkie-talkie.

           Text her yourself.

DUKE : Fine

         I don’t have her number

CASS : …

DAMIAN : I was talking to Cass

STEPH : Uhm….

              What about me?!?!?!

GRAYSON: Steph plz

                   Damian has been ignoring me this entire time

                  😢.

                  Can we meet her????

DAMIAN : No.

CASS: Y/N says she would love to meet you but only if “Dami” is comfortable with it

GRAYSON : SHE GETS TO GIVE YOU A NICKNAME BUT NOT ME

                     Everytime I try to give you one you reject it

DRAKE : Dami?

               Who’s Dami

TODD : Damian

             Duhhh

DRAKE : I'm running of 2 hours of sleep and 8 cups of coffee

              🖕🏾.

TODD : 😂

Suddenly everyone got an incoming call

--Incoming Facetime Call: Damian--

Once everyone joined the group facetime they all noticed a girl sitting next to Damian

They couldn’t lie

You were gorgeous 

You looked like the girl that wasn’t overly popular but everyone liked

Basically a Disney princess

But you didn’t look like Damian’s usual type

Raven or his past fling, Flatline

You were probably the reason he slowly started incorporating color in his wardrobe 

I mean it was just dark colors but it was colors nonetheless

You finally spoke up and the conversation rolled on from there

Y/N : Hi everyone! I’m Y/N! 

         It's so nice to meet the rest of you.

Grayson : Hi! Im Dick. Damian’s handsome oldest brother.

TODD : I’m Jason Todd. The cooler, even more handsome big bro.

DRAKE : Uh hi. Tim.

Everyone else started to introduce themselves 

DAMIAN: Hurry up and ask what you need, we’re extremely busy. 

Y/N : Damian, be nice. Feel free to ask me anything

After a brief moment of silence they all started talking at one

“See what I mean” Damian whispered in your ear 

You rolled your eyes at him and spoke up

Y/N : One question at a time please

DRAKE : Is Damian paying you to act like his girlfriend? Did he have to bribe you?

For the next hour, you were answering questions and they were getting to know you

They like how you balanced Damian out

You chilled him out

Normally Damian would have been tearing their heads off, but you were calmed him before he could even react

They like seeing Damian happy

He was calmer at home

Even smiling

Actually it was a small lip smirk but they counted it

Damian was happy

Especially with you

They could tell by the way he would look at you when you talked

With so much love

I had this for a while but I finally posted it. When I pasted it from my google docs I was shocked cuz all the colors and formatting was basically gone and I had to redo them. Sadly they didn’t have the colors i wanted so Cass Duke and Tim are normal but I might give Tim orange or something 🤷🏾‍♀️

[psuedosugu]

suguru still remembers the moment he realized he fell in love with you.

pt 1 || pt 3

notes: idk how i feel about thisuhhh also im gonna make a discord server so it better not flop 🙏🏾

- well, kind of. since the first day he met you, the day you two went to that boba shop, he had been absolutely captivated by you. your presence was angelic, light and fluffy. there were so, so many moments where you displayed traits that he came to love about you, but one seemed to stick out to him.

the two of you were staying after in class, the building nearly empty besides the two of you, finishing something, something that suguru couldn’t recall (it was far from the most notable thing in that memory, anyways.) eventually you two sidelined into a different conversation. “so, you’ve been here for about…a month?” a month. only a month, but it had felt like so much longer to him. it felt like he had known you his whole life, like you two had somehow been intertwined from the start. “how are you liking it here so far..?” he asked.

you thought it over. “its…different. different than i expected. in a good way, though.” “yeah?” “yeah. its definitely better than back home though.” you paused at that, smile faltering just a bit. “what happened back home?” suguru asked, immediately regretting it after. wasn’t that an invasion of privacy? what if you didn’t wanna share? was he pressuring you? “you don’t have to tell me,” he quickly added.

“no, no, its fine.” you assured him. “my parents were just…” you sigh, “they weren’t really that happy at me being a sorcerer. they actually thought i was possessed up until i was scouted, and they hated me for it, i guess. i think they still do.” suguru looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. “im..im sorry. you don’t deserve that.” you shrugged. “its not like its their fault.” “it is their fault, though.” he said, “no one should hate their child for something they can’t control.” you stayed silent.

“well,” you started, “its not like they knew. they didn’t know anything about sorcery, or curses. that makes them susceptible. at first i was mostly here because i was scared that i would hurt someone on accident with my technique, but now? i want to do something, i want to help people, you know?” suguru thought it over for a bit, and then nodded slowly. “i know what you mean.” you shrug, and maybe that was it for him.

you were so pure and selfless, forgiving, the type of person he wished he was. the rest of the night was a blur to him, as you both returned to your respective dorms, but the thought of you, you, you stuck with him throughout the night.

[worldlxvlys]

OMG PART 2 of “one of the girls” PLS OMG maybe a more angsty to fluff between them

deeper (one of the girls pt 2)

fwb! chris x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

a/n: you definitely asked for angst and fluff and i definitely only gave you angst

sorry 😬

but i swear on everything the next part will be fluffy, i just needed to lay the groundwork 🙏🏾

previous part

“look, it’s fine chris. you’re just shitty at aftercare.” she spoke from her spot across from me on her bed.

we somehow had managed to go from talking about how our days went to sex.

“what are you talking about?” i asked, confused.

“i mean, in what world is you fucking me and dipping to go fuck someone else considered taking care of me?” she pointed out.

my face dropped at her words, “i- i don’t do that every time though, it’s happened a few times, but-“ she cut me off with a scoff, “that’s the thing, you do it every time, without fail. you just- you finish, you make sure i finish, and you leave” she shrugged it off, but it obviously hurt her to say.

“i mean, what kind of a friend treats someone that way? it’s like, hey ok! i finished using you for what i needed, gotta go do the exact same thing to the next girl! you don’t see how fucked that is? you don’t get how that would completely fuck with my head ?” she asked.

“i mean at first, it wasn’t like that. i didn’t care, i thought maybe you’d stop at some point. but after months of you doing this shit, i can’t act like it doesn’t affect me anymore”

i blinked at her, only now realizing what i was doing to her.

“and it’s not like i caught feelings and am in love with you or something, you can be with other people, i don’t care. but- i mean, right after me? the second your dick gets soft you go somewhere else to get hard again? like, am i that bad, or…?”

no, no, no. there’s no way this is happening right now.

there’s no way i’ve managed to do this.

what the fuck was i thinking? what was wrong with me?

“hey, listen. this has nothing to do with you not being good enough, ok? i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you at all, i need you to know that. you deserve better than how i’ve treated you, i know. i guess i was just scared-”

“scared? scared of me?” she asked in a low voice, her face clearly showing how hurt she was.

my eyes widened at that, how the hell am i managing to make this worse?

“what?” i asked, desperately trying to think of how to calm her down.

“is this about the whole liking pain while we’re having sex thing? because if you can’t handle that-” i brought my hand up to her face to cup her cheek, making her stop talking and stare at me with wide eyes.

“it’s not that, ok? i told you i’d never judge you for that and i meant it. there’s nothing wrong with liking that stuff, i personally find it makes you even more attractive”

“so, if not that, then what? what are you running from?” she whispered to me.

my feelings for you.

the second i realized that i was beginning to care about her in a different way, i started seeing other people.

i tried desperately to distract myself from her, praying that being with someone else would help.

the first time, it worked. until the next time we had sex, and i remembered everything that i loved about her.

i was overwhelmed by her, everything about her drove me crazy.

her body, her soft skin, her scent, the way she tasted, the way she moaned and screamed under me.

my senses were filled with her.

i assumed it was just physical attraction, which is why i tried looking for someone who could replace that.

but who was i kidding? no one could replace her.

and even if they could, i realized that it was deeper than the sex as i was staring at her now.

it was that beautiful smile that i was missing now while i stared at the sad look that i put on her face.

it was that look she had on her face when she wanted to laugh, but was trying desperately to hold it in as i made faces at her from across the room.

it was the amount of passion and dedication she put into the things she cared at about.

it was the deep connection that we shared when i stared into her eyes, my fear of intimacy somehow leaving my body when it was with her.

it was her.

it was always her.

and me? i was royally fucked.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

not too much on chris he’s about to eat in the next part (literally)

i may or may not have already written the next part to this 🌚

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[houseofripley]

hello :) I have fanfic idea. So how about reader comes over to Rhea’s house and it’s snowing so reader has to stay longer because of the snow storm but Rhea pulls out the game dunk desires (a spicy card game) and things get heated ;) (PLZ SMUT AND FLUFF ENDING🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾) anyways bye bye 👋

Locked In.

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, Thigh Riding, Spanking, Strap-On Riding, Strapwarming, Slight Manipulation??? WORD COUNT: 2,773 A/N: literally started working on this the second i saw this. loved this prompt

“Hello hello! I’m here!” You called out as you let yourself into your friend Rhea’s home. “You better not be robbing me, I have a knife!” Rhea joked from the kitchen.

You approached the woman finishing cutting up a watermelon. “You need to learn how to lock your door Rhe-Rhe.” Rhea set her knife down and turned to face your direction, flexing her arms. “Have you seen these guns? No one could stand a chance,” she said before putting the chopped up fruit in a bowl. “Also I left it unlocked for you, it’s fucking freezing out there. I didn't wanna make you wait in the cold.”

“What a gentleman,” You teased as you patted her back. The both of you made your way into the living room before plopping yourselves into the couch. “I swear people completely forget how to drive the second they see a couple of snowflakes.” You grumbled while a chuckle came from Rhea.

The two of you had spent the past few months spending bits of your free time together growing your friendship closer. But the past few weeks Rhea had been begging you to come to her place  nearly everyday. She also became more possessive over you, you noticed how jealous she got two nights ago when you went out with your group of friends. Rhea only talked to you the entire night and would tense up whenever you spoke to anyone other than her.

“Now why was I dragged to your humble abode today?” You questioned as the snow fell outside the large window several feet behind you. Rhea gave you a big cheesy smile before saying “Board games!”

You groaned “Will you ever get bored of forcing me to play your old people games everyday?” You complained to the woman. “You know you love it,” Rhea claimed before adding on “I just want to finish one last episode of my show.” As Rhea began watching her show, you stared at the dark twilight outside.

Both of you were soon disrupted by a weather alert blurting from the TV. You turned away from the window and looked over at Rhea whose eyes were glued to the TV screen, then turned your attention to the weather alert reading “Winter Storm – Blizzard Warning: In Effect 6 PM Through 11 AM – No Travel Advised.”

“Shit,” You mumbled looking at your watch. 5:28 PM. “I should get out of here before the roads get too fucked.” You said as you stood up. Rhea quickly grabbed your hand “No stay, I don’t want you driving out there. The roads are probably slippery already, I’d feel awful if I made you go home in this weather.” She coaxed.

“I’ll be okay Rhea, I really don’t wanna be a burden.” You said looking down at her. “I want you to stay.” Rhea stated, grabbing your other hand. The pair of you studied each other's faces before you nodded “If you insist…” You mumbled while the woman smiled and let go of your hands.

As the last few minutes of Rhea’s show played she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of beer bottles to place on the coffee table. “If we're gonna be stuck here we gotta at least get buzzed.” Rhea voiced as she made her way to her closet which housed all her games. 

You sat on the floor in front of the sofa as Rhea brought back an assortment of Monopoly, Skip-bo, and Connect 4.

“You ready to get your ass beat?” Rhea taunted, causing you to roll your eyes. “In your dreams, Ripley.” You bantered. Rhea winked at you before taking a swig of her beer. 

The woman had beat you in both Monopoly and Skip-Bo. “I need some damn wine.” You grumbled as you stood up.

You poured two glasses of the first red wine you noticed then brought them out to the living room. “Thank you, beautiful.” Rhea smirked, her compliment catching you by surprise leading your cheeks to flush. 

“You’re cheating!” Rhea accused after multiple rounds of her losing to you in Connect 4. You made a sarcastic angry expression “It’s Connect 4 how would I cheat!?” You snickered out. “It’s gotta be rigged!” She swore. “Rhe-Rhe it’s a piece of plastic I promise it's not rigged, also it’s not my fault I’m always two steps ahead of you.” You said playfully patting her thigh. 

“Not always,” Rhea muttered under her breath. You shot her a confused look, “Hm?” You hummed out. “Ah nothin’ you go pick the next game.” 

Rhea scootched back onto the sofa as she watched you make your way to the closet. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion once you spotted a sealed box. You walked back to Rhea, sitting down next to her holding the box she bought just hours before you came over. 

It was a card game that you never heard of, ‘Drunk Desires’ was labeled on the plain black box. “I have literally never heard of this…” You commented, Rhea gave you a look of disbelief before voicing a simple “Seriously?” 

“What is it? Teach me how to play!” You urged, assuming it was a game comparable to Cards Against Humanity. “Oh I’ll teach you how to play,” She purred out as she opened the box. “All you have to do is draw a card and do what it tells you, if you don’t you have to take a drink…but only draw the white cards first.” Rhea instructed, scooting closer to you.

The game seemed simple enough so you took a hold of the white card on top of the deck.

“Tell your game partner what you adore most about them.” You read out, you looked at Rhea smiling. “Ummm, I like your constant attitude…and big strong muscles.” You giggled out. “Oh yeah?” Rhea took a loose grip of your upper arm, her thumb running up and down your skin caused your hairs to stick up.

Rhea used her free hand to pick up a card that read ‘Tell your game partner a dirty secret.’ “I think my little secret will remain a secret until later,” She grinned.

“Now tell me why I can’t know now?” You pushed. 

“I'll tell you later…I promise” Rhea offered. “Hmm, you gotta drink and tell me later.” You persuaded her, she shrugged before taking a sip of her wine.

You both took turns pulling seemingly simple yet flirty cards, you both had answered nearly every question. The drinks you both previously consumed had obviously built  onto the tension the two of you had building over the past few months. 

Rhea’s hand slid onto your thigh as she urged you to grab a black card. “Have a three minute kissing contest, the winner drinks.” You stuttered looking over at Rhea, the both of you staring into each other's eyes. Your breath hitched slightly, you weren't expecting the game to take a twist down this road. “I-I’m sorry, you can take a drink if you don't want to, no need to worry.” Rhea assured you.

“No, I want to.” You confessed quietly as you slowly straddled the buff woman. Rhea grinned, “You have no idea how fucked up I am over you,” Rhea whispered as you rested your forehead against hers.

“Fuck, what type of game have you gotten me into…” You muttered, your hands gripping on Rhea’s shoulders. Lust had taken control of the both of you. You weren't sure who dived into the other first, but the one thing you were sure about is how intoxicating that first taste of your closest friend was.

Messy kisses worked to sync together while Rhea’s hands explored your hips. Both of your tongues mashed together while light groans escaped the back of your throat when Rhea began grinding your hips against her lap. Your hands found their way tangled into Rhea’s hair as her tongue investigated your mouth.

Rhea’s lips traveled down from your jawline to your neck, her teeth bit down on your sensitive skin before pulling away licking her lips. You could tell Rhea had been waiting ages for this. “I think we both deserve a drink for that.” Rhea murmured after prying herself off of you. 

Once you had both set your glasses down you reached over to grab Rhea a card. Rhea bit down on her lip before reading “Both you and your partner must remove a clothing item of the other's choice.” She paused for a moment, “Let’s get you out of those pants, pretty girl.” You obeyed and stood up from her lap, you let Rhea pull the waistband down and off your legs. Her hands caressing your legs for a few moments as she admired you.

You eagerly pulled the woman's shirt off before tossing it onto the opposite end of the sofa. “We have all night sweetheart, what are you in such a hurry for hm?” Rhea teased.

You bent over, grabbing your second black card that read ‘Go into another room and send a naughty selfie to your partner.” Protecting the card in your hand you let the woman know that you’ll be right back before hurrying off to her bathroom.

Once locked in the bathroom you slipped your hoodie and shirt off. You leaned against the wall posing and snapped a photo of your body in the mirror before sending it to Rhea. You added a text simply stating “Missing you in here. :(“

You knew your message had been seen when you heard a yell from the other room, “Get your ass back in here!” Rhea demanded. You decided to stay inside the bathroom, curious as to how she’d take it. “I know you heard me, I don’t like waiting.” The woman's voice approached.  

Rhea had pulled her next card and slid it under the door. ‘Take your partner’s underwear off without using hands.’ was displayed. “You got two options, sweetheart. You could come out now and have some fun with me or you can stay in there and I’ll go to bed without you.” She threatened.

You reluctantly opened the door, Rhea caught you by surprise as she threw you over her shoulder. “Good choice.” She mumbled out.

“Now be a good girl for me and you’ll get what you need.” The woman warned you as she laid you back into the sofa. “I’ll be the best girl for you.” You promised as she kneeled in between your legs. Her lips smirked while kissing on your inner thighs, a thread of whimpers escaped from your throat. She began to bite and pull at your panties, using her hands to keep your legs open for her. As your panties fell to your ankles, Rhea’s finger struck a single swipe up your folds, causing you to yelp out. “Such a sweet girl…” Rhea stated, licking her finger. 

A new card was handed to you as Rhea sat down. You flipped the card around to show the woman. ‘Grind on your partner's thigh for two minutes.’ It read. Rhea spread her legs apart as you settled yourself onto her left leg. ”Atta girl” She hummed.  A moaned “Shit Rhea'' left your mouth once your bare core began rocking against the fabric of the woman’s jeans. The two of you connected your lips as you whimpered into Rhea’s mouth, her hands traveling around your back.

Rhea’s hands got to work unclasping your bra, sliding it down your shoulders, and discarding it.

“Such a wet girl for me,” Rhea pulled away from your lips as she muttered while your sweetness leaked through her jeans.

You both knew you were past the point of no return. You needed each other…and you needed each other fast. 

You whimpered as Rhea pulled you up off her leg. “Shh, give me one second and I promise I’ll make you feel so good.” She reassured you while tugging off her jeans to reveal she had been packing the whole night. Rhea knew tonight was gonna be the night you finally screamed her name.

“Come sit on my cock baby.” Rhea murmured, helping you align your hips with hers. Your head fell back as you began sinking onto her. A whispered “Rhea,” came from your mouth as you settled at the bottom of her strap. You slowly rocked your hips back and forth as you let your walls adjust to her size. 

As you began slowly bouncing up and down her you threw your head into Rhea’s shoulder. Your hands clinged to the woman’s biceps. “So big…Rhea” You whined out, your nails digging into Rhea’s skin.

“Fuck!” Rhea groaned under her breath. “Taking me like such a good girl.” She complimented while her hands guided your hips to bounce faster. Your hands lifted Rhea’s bra off her chest. Whimpers filled the room while your hips traveled up and down Rhea’s length.

“That’s it…so good.” Rhea quietly reassured you. She did not expect how sensitive you’d be, the smallest movements leaving you overwhelmed. 

Tears formed in your eyes as Rhea’s hands held you down, forcing you to rock your hips against her. You moaned against the woman’s shoulder, your clit rubbing against the leather of her strap-on. “Feels so good doesn't it baby,” Rhea comforted.

 Your teeth clamped down on her shoulder once her hands guided you to bounce on her length again. “I know princess,” was said before a kiss was planted on your forehead. “You’re doing so good for me.” Was whispered in your ear. A loud yelp came from you as Rhea’s hands striked down on your ass.

Rhea’s hands tightly gripped your ass leading your hips to rock forward and backward as you bounced on her. You rested your head against Rhea’s cheek, tears escaping your eyes. Your walls tightened around her as your cries turned to screams. “I need you to cum all over me baby.” Rhea urged you.

“Rhea!! Fuck!” You screeched as your orgasm peaked. “God!” You yelped. Rhea helped stabilize  you once your legs began shaking eventually she let you sink onto her length after your legs gave out.

Rhea’s hands brought your face to match hers, planting a long kiss on your lips while your final tears fell from your eyes. “You were perfect.” She praised, wiping your tears. She let you move your head to rest on her shoulder as you let out a pitiful whimper. “Shhh…it's all okay baby.” She quieted her voice, her fingers tracing in your hair.

The woman let you rest on her as you occasionally delivered weak kisses to her neck. “I got you darling…you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hold you.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around you. After letting you rest a while she lifted your hips off her length, shushing you as you whined. She slipped off her strap before lifting you off the sofa. “We gotta get you in the bath, pretty girl.”

Your back laid against Rhea’s chest while you bathed together whispering sweet nothings. “Hey…what was that secret you were gonna tell me earlier?” Your question broke the comfortable silence.

Rhea laughed before admitting “That wasn’t a real weather alert earlier.” 

“What's that supposed to mean?” She had confused you.

 “It’s some year old year old recording I found. I've been keeping an eye on the forecast and chose today as the perfect day. All I had to do was make sure it was playing before you got here.” Rhea grinned whilst coating your hair with conditioner.

You scoffed out. “And you think all that was easier than asking me on a date?” You teasingly asked. “Where’s the fun in all that?” Rhea quipped.

“You bought that game just for tonight, didn’t you?!” You interrogated Rhea. Her silence told you everything you needed to know. “You bought that game cause you were scared to make a move huh.” You accused. 

“Woah hold on!” Rhea protested, “I was not scared, I just wanted to try something new.” She tried deflecting.

“You’re not fooling me Ripley, you’re a major softie. All clingy and jealous!” You teased. “I am not clingy at all!” Rhea fussed.

“Rhea, we are in the same tub and you are clinging onto me for dear life, what’s your excuse for that, hm?” Rhea tightened her grip on you more “I’m keeping you warm of course!” She chuckled.

You were absolutely right, Rhea was so infatuated with you she wouldn’t let you out of her sight until she had to go back to work a week and a half later. She went as far as trying to beg for you to be able to travel with her. Now that Rhea got to hold you, she never planned on letting go.

[craigeatscereal]

I just came back from roller skating as im writing this 😋😋 black!gender neutral reader & modern times🤞🏾

Going roller skating with them!

🍓 Requested? : Nope.

🍓 Type? : Headcanon-ish & Fluff.

🍓 Total word count? : 824

🍓 Including : Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Nezuko, & Inosuke.

Tanjiro

Being so for real with yall I think tanjiro can skate... Like real bad. I'm talking tricks n everything.

When you first took him to skate you thought he just knew the basics. Yet when you got to the rink he was already making his way on it. You grabbed your skates and turned around to see that he's the first one on the rink and already doing warmup laps.

As you got on the rink, you were a little surprised at the fact that he was first. But once the local old heads you usually hang with came through, they immediately gravitated towards Tanjiro, so you knew something was up.

You left him alone with them for a moment to get drinks for yourselves, but once you came back, he over here skating backward and doing spins. 😭🙏🏾 when he looks over and notices that you're back, he just smiles n waves.

After he finished up showing out to the old heads, he skates over to you n holds your hand for the rest of the time yall are there. (he felt bad for leaving you alone)

long story short, he's not one to show out, but if someone asks him to, he will.

Zenitsu

I'm gonna be fair, Zenitsu is okay-ish at skating... Like he can skate in a straight line, but that's bout it. 💀

When you tried to teach him how to turn properly, dawg kept running into walls. But other than that... best believe you are not gonna see anything special out of him.

The first time you ever took him skating, he thought it wouldn't be that hard. So this lead to him being overly confident while walking towards the rink, but once he got on it n started falling down, the tears came...immediately humbled.

You tried to guide him yourself by holding his hand, but every time he lost his balance n fell, you went down with him. After that, you bought him one of the trainers to lean on instead of you.

You were still behind him every now n then makin sure he didn't fall backward but buying that trainer was a good decision on your part.

Even after all that, it paid off. He can officially turn corners by himself now. Congrats! Even if it paid off, you still felt a little bad after seeing all those tears, so lunch was on you that day.

Nezuko

When you first asked her, she was excited. Learning how to skate has actually been something she's been wanting to do.

So obviously she doesn't know how to skate but as you teach her you realize very quickly that she's a fast learner ! You asked if she wanted a trainer to help, but she shook her head n wanted to hold your hand, trusting you more.

It took about three laps around the rink for her to gain the confidence to let go of your hand.

Still being behind her in case anything happened, she did a good job going around the rink by herself! She even decided to speed up while doing a few laps around the rink.

She even cut in front of a few skaters while finishing and making her way back over to you.

Yet, in the end, she still prefers to hold your hand and skate around together. 🫶🏾

Inosuke

Inosuke is pretty good at skating, at some point wanting to be on a roller derby team... The first time you brought him to your local rink, he wasn't ready for the mood to be so laid back.

He's been skating before, but it was much more fast-paced , so seeing the people around him sync together and just naturally gravitate towards each other made him slow down...for about five seconds.

Inosuke is inoskue dawg. He is NOT slowing down anytime soon 💀🙏🏾

When he saw people already smoothly picking up their pace, he almost threw himself into that rink. You had to lock your arm with his so you could at least get one lap around the rink with him.

This man still RESTRAINED. himself from breaking free from your grip and zooming around the rink.

As you finished your single lap together, you noticed his change in demeanor.

You waited till the music changed to a faster paced song and patted him on the shoulder to give him the okay. That way, he didn't disrupt the peace too much.

For about the third time he raced around the rink, he decided to pull you along with him. Mind you, he's going like 50 miles per hour around this rink, in the process almost running over some little kids that are trying to practice 😭

Since he was going so fast, he was basically just pulling you behind him, making you almost fall twice n almost making you run into all the walls.

Even after all that, you both still enjoyed yourselves... somehow.

Alright that's it gang, I had fun writing this!! :3 Lemme know if yall might want one with the hashiras. I already have an ideas for tengen, shinobu, n giyuu 😋

[cookiepie111]

༊࿐ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 ༊࿐

Part 2 of drink from the leche of sirens

Part 1 here

A/N: I'm back after what felt like f forever! Crying screaming throwing up it's finally finished! Part two of könig x nymph! Black Reader. I'm over the moon so many people liked part one i loved writing it. Love to hear your thoughts on this chapter or any ideas. Feedback,likes and reblogs are appreciated🙏🏾 also if you wanted to be added to the tag list please let me know. I've read this like a thousand times but if theres mistakes im sorry oop(Yes this title is from the new hunger games. I watched it and I'm obsessed! Please talk to me about it! )

Sisters in order of appearance Aganippe, Bolbe

Tag list: @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome

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Red. you wouldn't say it was your colour. It's a harsh and rough colour that didn't suit you. A colour you've never taken any notice of before. But you're seeing it everywhere. It's in the berries, the birds, and the flowers. You're seeing /him/ everywhere.

"Sister! Sister! What about this one? " You watch, fiddling with the braslet on your wrist as your sisters pull up a man from the water, he's tall but too skinny and smooth. not your man. A shake of your head, and he's shoved back down the water. Why was it so hard to find this man? You should have paid better attention to his armour, although that wouldn't help much. You're not well versed in the human wars and their armies.

"When did you see him?"

"Around the willows and lake i think it was xxxx "

one of your sisters hums, coiling her hair around her finger, oak skin still wet from the water. "That was Around the date from the Eastern fight, so he's probably with the reds or the greens " that was something the most you've gotten about him "but they're both pretty big armies." She stills looking up at you

"are you sure you were supposed to heal him" huh what did she mean, were you supposed to do anything with him? he just found his way there to you, you could do whatever you wanted with him right?. You weren't sure what your sister was asking, the look on your face must have made her nervous "I mean, maybe you shouldn't have let him go"

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Magic is believing its a lot faith. There aren't any other options könig has so faith and believing are the only things he can hold on to. Belief, that the charm held tightly in his hands, will bring out a nymph, and faith he'll see you again.

The water ripples in the centre, slowly then rapidly, as bubbles ascending into the air.

This is what könig hates about magic it's too unpredictable, it's recklessness, and lacks control. Makes it hard to challenge and counter it. He needs to be in control, know all the moves his enemy could make, and magic doesn't allow that.

The lady standing in the water isn't the one könig's looking for. Her presence is off in every wat, from her appearance to the way the air moves around her. Her hair falls straight down her body it only moves at the tilt of her head. He expected this. Of course, finding his little nymph wouldn't be in easy task, but he more than ready.

"You're not the one I'm looking for," his efforts to keep composure are wasted on her, try as he might to stay neutral, its hard to miss this annoyance that slips in his voice.

"I'm sure I can be just as good," she responds, wearing a warm and gentle smile that never reaches her eyes. It's wasted time trying talking to her, he needs answers not idle conversation.

The waters are calm and still, yet his legs weigh heavy in the water. He's fighting against the waters just to make it to her, he shadows the sun just standing infront of her. He knows his presence is off putting, most women would have turned and run they wouldn't let him get his close. She only smiles the closer he gets.

König feels his feet sinking, or at least it seems that way. When he turned to gaze at her, she's still adorned with that same smile. Only König's looking up at her, not down, His knees are immersed in muddy water. She's now beaming with joy from her new catch.

Her hand catch könig's chin as he struggles to break free, forcing his face to her "hey don't worry. I'll tell her how good you tasted!"

So she does know where she is. That's all könig needs to know, ripping himself from the mud. She stares blankly at him, unimpressed by his display of strength.

"Where is she?" König's hand wrapping round her throat

"Haha, what's this? Are you trying to hurt me?" she dismisses him. König watched as her body phased between liquid and solid trying to worm her way out. Her face drops as she panicked, clawing at his hand while he tightened his grip. " You'll talk"

They struggled for a bit before she let out a screech, causing König to loosen his grip just enough for her swim away. Regaining his wits, könig stands straight in the water, looking around. He'd lost her, but He'll remember this for next time. The spirits are tricky things

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A high-pitched shriek ripples through the air, your sister rushing by, tears streaming down her face, complaining to everyone she passes, "YOUR STUPID SOLDIER ASSAULTED ME!"

"Your soldier?" Your attention sharpens at her call – she found him. She found him! Oh, she found him.

"That stupid man asked for you. He nearly killed me! He's such an ugly and scary thing, why else would he cover his face?". I thought you said he was cute!

Another sister chimes in, "You're just mad you have terrible luck with masked men." Your sister's face burns, her eyes sharpening as she turns to you, "If I see him again. That man is as good as dead." Ah, she's serious. It's best you find him soon.

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There isn't a better colour for könig than red. It suits him quite well. It's the colour of the flag he waves high, the flames that light the night, that clear the way for a sege.The blood that paints his body in all its many shades after battle. more than that. It's His source of comfort, his efforts, and proof of his labours turned physically in the form of a carnelin bracelet that sits on his wrist.

The only proof of his nymph he ( had). He'd never be so careless as to lose it. in all his years, he never lost it, if its gone, it's only because it's been taken. He can't lie he is a bit annoyed You took it, but in exchange for his life, he couldn't complain.

He should go clean up he's a mess from that encounter with that other nymph. It's not enough to warrant a full bath, just his face he can wipe his body down with a towel. He wipes the towel across his face, reaching down to wet the towel. In that moment, he freezes, there atop the bubbling water, a carnelin bracelet.

[capitalisticveins]

Your mutuals in a zombie apocalypse?

Im telling u rn I had to analyze this shi bc I didnt know what it was asking at first😭

@deviantaj (rip) — Went AWOL first day, survives, somehow made it across the world

@e0sphorus — Also went AWOL however did not survive solely bc he didn’t move around a lot and got caught in a herd

@themeridian — Stayed with the group, seems like team morale and emotional support, however dies to a disease because someone* keeps using the medicine

@scopekale — Stayed with the group, and smuggled their own solo supplies in, doesn't share, but also barely uses the group supplies. Survives.

@battygutz — Joined the group midway, gunslinger, almost gets killed like 17 times, but somehow, somehow survives by dumb luck.

@mhmmaybe — Lowkey the type to stay in one spot and give handouts to passing survivors, prolly owns a farm or sumthin. Doesn't have lots of trouble with zombies, survives alone

@justaclownwholikesducks — low pain tolerance + screams randomly + easy to scare = dies first 4 months I don't make the rules

@vind3miat0r — Does this thing where they leave the group randomly and no one notices but when they come back they come back with LOOT, dies on an expedition and ppl started to notice

@hammerhead-jpg — Idk why but he seems like the type to live within a community with walls and food n stuff. Miiiight survive depends if someone feels like destroying it. Wonder who 👀

@mrsmiagreer — Lowkey always gives a caring feel so they're one of the 2 doctors on this list, makes sure everyone's as healthy as possible, prefers melee...dies to malaria

@gumballrightfoots — Gives off bandit vibes that steals supplies from other survivors, but based off stealth and not brute force, survives

@mokozroach - Feels like one of those survivors where all they really want is food. No shelter, no proper hygiene (since that need turns into a luxury in the event of an apocalypse), they might even try that trick where they dress up in zombie guts and vibe with the herd. When the winter comes? …Maybe they die to the winter eventually, or scurvy, whatever comes first

@starlightreader - In the group without ppl remembering they’re in the group half the time, and it turns into a vind3miat0r situation where they’ll stay behind in some cases to enjoy scenery or search places longer for more loot and it’s a rare case ppl notice. Survives to join a community and leaves the group

@cyc-chilla - *Is the person who takes all the medicine bc he’s dedicated to surviving ts, resorts to quiet weapons to avoid sound, honestly an equal opportunist scavenger and protector with slight Clementine vibes, can’t tell if you survive or not

@boees whered boee go wtf

Boee - The second doctor on the list that doesn’t deal with the killing zombies schtick at all, if you get bit this is the person you want to be amputated by 🙏🏾 Dies to internal bleeding

@annahxredaxted - Leads a cult/community running water, food, and safety. Ik cult makes it sound sketchy but who’s gonna question her💀 You know what happened to Prescott in The Walking Dead Game Season 3? Yeah that happens to her community, dies to a zombie bite

@prince-damien-of-darkness - One of those people who follows a herd, far behind enough that the herd doesn’t notice, and does it so that when the herd reaches people, they wait till the herd leaves and grabs the stuff the people left behind in a hurry. Might go far enough to use zombie guts to disguise as a zombie and join the herd temporarily. IF they do disguise as a zombie they die to a gunshot, if they don’t they survive long enough to leave the country and find a safehouse

This ask and post has been in my drafts for 6 months as I tried finishing this, Nai doesn’t even remember this ask. If you wanna be added bc I lowkey forgot all my moots just ask dont be scared at all🙏🏾

[master-of-the-elements]

People I’d Like to Know Better:

tagged by @gaudebo !! I appreciate it! thank you! 😄🙏🏾

Last Song: Until I Found the Lord by Erica Campbell of Mary Mary (Needed some comforting after yesterday… 😭😭)

Favorite Color: Green (sea green/teal specifically)

Last Book: Do comic books count? Storm (2024) Issue #4 (10/10 recommend)

Last Movie: American Fiction (2023) Not what I was expecting but enjoyed it

Last Game: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (still working on the second playthrough and getting pics)

Last Show: last complete show Castlevania: Nocturne, last show I actually just watched but haven’t finished Diarra from Detroit (10/10 recommend for both)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Depends on the mood but I lean towards Sweet.

Relationship: Currently single

Last internet search: Heart of Corruption walkthrough (🥴)

I’ll tag @koda-ishere, @thatgaymerguyb, @megaeratheefury, @thedissonantverses

Once again no pressure. Participate if you want to!🙏🏾

[laylawatermelon]

Okay I have one thing to say before I get started on an assignment.

Now you know how we're having this Vertigo storyline and they'd brought back Shannon in her color theory and everything.

(check this blog for the goodness about that)

But I want to talk about in hindsight they're setting Buck up/showing us that he's always been the third parent/replacing Shannon.

Wait hold up put down the pitchforks 🫷🏾 let me finish.

Not literally no one can replace a birth parent.

But what he's placed in with clothing and role has always been Shannon. I'm every role except romantic they've been fulfilling the roles they yearn for from other people.

Eddie wants a mother (parent) to help him raise Chris. Buck had always wanted a family and that kind of intimacy.

They quite literally looked at each other and said perfect.

I also found it hilarious in the past episode where they paralleled Eddie with the stalker guy trying to replace the family he's lost.

EDDIE! BABY WAKE UP! PLEEEKE!

YOU'RE BECOMING A STALKER MAN WHO KIDNAPS THE POOR WOMEN OF LOS ANGELES!

They can't heal your broken heart. If you gonna stay straight leave the women out of it😭😭! Please 🙏🏾 I'm behalf of all the fine women you pull. Leave them to us. Well take care of them.

Get therapy my man. I heard it's really nice.

(I'm done bashing him🤗)

But now that we had the last episode when he gave it Chris to Buck (the Shannon equivalent/partner he's looking for) for a delusion (a la kidnapping man please Eddie get help this isn't you 😭😭).

Anyways this is messy and I love it! Angst, grovelling betrayal.

This is why I want buddie😤 there's like a million storylines to be there.

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Someone tell these dick head anons that traveling can be for several reasons, even jkkrs knows about it. So there's no need to come like your pea sized brain got a gotcha moment. These people literally operate in 2d world it seems. Or are they too dumb to even understand how a real world works ?

1. THE MAIN REASON FOR THEIR TRAVELING IS THE TRAVEL VLOG THEY ARE FILMING. THATS WHAT FANDOM AND MEDIA KNOWS AND THATS WHAT THE OFFICAL EVENT THEY ARE TRAVELING FOR YOU MORONS. BUT THEY CHOSE TO DO IT WITH EACH OTHER KNOWING HOW THEY WILL BE SEPERATED FOR SOME TIME TILL THEY FINISH THEIR SERVICE, MAKING AS MUCH AS BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES WITH EACH OTHER BEFORE ENTERING MILITARY. YOUR DENIAL IS A PERFECT COVERUP FOR JKK... KEEP DOING IT...👏👏

2. DEAR UNEDUCATED BITCHES, ONCE YOU START ENLISTING PROCESS YOU CANT TRAVEL OUT OF THE COUNTRY UNLESS ITS FOR WORK RELATED. DO YOU THINK JKK CAN JUST GO FOR A LOVEY DOVEY TRIP, EVEN AS PRIVATE ? NOPE. SO THIS SCHEDULE IS A PERFECT COVER UP FOR THEM TO TRAVEL AND SPENT TIME TOGETHER BUT ALSO FINISH THEIR COMMITED WORK SCHEDULES. IF YOU ARE A TKKR READING THIS, MAYBE ASK TAE TO FIND SOME JOB ABROAD, SCHEDULE IT IN THE COUNTRY JENNIE IS CURRENTLY IN AND TRAVEL THERE BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY HE CAN HAVE A FOREIGN TRIP WITH HIS GF AS HE ALREADY STARTED MS PROCESS. IF YOU ARE AN INSECURE JKKR/ JKKR COSPLAYING AS TKKR/ HOMOPHOBE... PLEASE RESPECTFULLY F OFF 🙏🏾

3. DOES THESE SHITWIPES THINK IF THEY TRAVELED A WEEK TO JAPAN THEY CANT TRAVEL TO ANY OTHER PLACES, TOGETHER OR ALONE, ANYMORE ? NOPE... JIMIN AND JK ARE BOTH VERY IN DEMAND.. MOST SUCCESSFUL BTS SOLOISTS, UNLIKE YOUR FAVS WHO COULDNT EVEN CRACK A TOP 50 IN BB, WHO HAVE MULTIPLE COMMITMENTS EVERY DAY. JK WAS WORKING NON STOP FOR MONTHS AND JM WAS LITERALLY FILMING TILL THE DAY HE LEFT FOR JAPAN WITH LOVE OF HIS LIFE. AND GUESS WHAT? THEY STILL CHOSE TO TRAVEL WHEN THEY COULD.

4. ONCE THEY COME BACK TO SEOUL, THEY'LL BE BACK TO VERY HECTIC SCHEDULES, PROBABLY EVEN MORE HECTIC. NO, THEY ARENT GONNA SIT BACK AND CHILL LIKE SOME OF YOU ALL THINK. THEY ARE FILMING CONTENTS FOR COMING 2 YEARS...JM IS WORKING ON A MV AS FAR AS WE KNOW, DOING PHOTOSHOOTS, FILMING FOR DIOR AND TIFF... WHILE JK IS HAVING HIS OWN SCHEDULES ABROAD AND IN KOREA... BOTH OF THEM WILL BE TRAVELING OUTSIDE THE COUNTRY ACCORDING TO THEIR SCHEDULES. MAYBE THIS IS THE ONLY WEEK THEY ARE BOTH FREE SO THEY CHOSE TO SPEND IT TOGETHER. UNLIKE YOUR JOBLESS ASS, THEY ARE BUSY.

5. THEY ARE FILMING TRAVEL VLOGS IN JAPAN WHICH IS EDITED TO JUST 20 MIN EPISODES SO YOU ARENT GONNA SEE HOW THEY SPEND THEIR WHOLE DAY IN JAPAN LIKE THE LOVELY COUPLE THEY ARE. THEY COULD BE HUG IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET, MAKE OUT IN A CLUB, FUCK IN THEIR HOTEL ROOM.... AND ALL WE WILL BE SEEING IS A 20 MIN EPISODE OF THEM PLAYING IN SNOW, SNOWBOARDING, CHATTING RANDOM THINGS AND EATING. THEY COULD ALSO BE FILMING MULTIPLE SOLO GIGS TOO... IF THATS WHAT YOUR DOUBTS ARE. THEY CAN FILM A DANCE PERFORMANCE, PROBABLY ATTEND MAMA, DO A PHOTOSHOOT OR WHATEVER THEIR JOB IS. UNLIKE YOUR UNLOVED SELFS... THEY HAVE LOT OF LOVE TO EACH OTHER BUT AT THE SAME TIME ARE PROFESSIONALS.

6. AFTER THEM SPENDING TIME WITH EACH OTHER, AFTER THEY FINISH THEIR WORK COMMITMENTS... PROBABLY A WEEK OR 2 BEFORE ENLISTMENT, THEY'LL GO TO THEIR HOMETOWN... MEET THEIR PARENTS, FREINDS AND FAMILY AND SPEND TIME WITH THEM. I KNOW YOU ALL CANT RELATE AS YOU ALL DOESNT HAVE A LOVING FAMILY OR REAL FREINDS...SINCE ALL YOU HAVE TIME FOR IS TO DRAG AN INNOCENT BOY BECAUSE HE'S DATING YOUR FAV.

7. THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NO USE OF TAKING YOUR STINKY ASSES HERE TO WHINE BECAUSE YOU ALL DIDNT GOT WHAT YOU WANTED. JKKRS KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING, JKK DO THEIR THING, YOUR FAVS DO THEIR OWN THINGS... NO ONE REALLY CARE ABOUT YOUR WHINNINGS... MAYBE GO AND OVERDOSE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO WHEN YOU SEE JKK, MAYBE JUMP OFF FROM A CLIFF OR ADMIT YOURSELF TO ASSYLUM. NOTHING WILL CHANGE THE WORLD, JIMIN, JUNGKOOK, THEIR RELATIONSHIP, THEIR CAREER OR THEIR FANS.

I hope I put some kind of light in to your non existent braincells. Now take your stupid self from here... you look like an unwanted trash bag here.

Dear sky, please don't censor anything 🙏🏾... I really want everything to pierce through their eyes and brains if they have any 🙂 And just post this whenever they come back with any new discoveries or theories lol.. I've included almost everything I can.. let them get mad when they aren't getting the attention and answer from you everytime.

Hello,

Your time to shine because the haters are back!

I'll just keep reblogging this over and over.

Thank you for sharing these FACTS!

:)

[georgiapeach30513]

Jenn, do you have any more headcanons re: Sy that you could please share (asking for a friend, never mind that I’m the friend🤣🤣)

You once shared that he’d treat you with the utmost respect before respectfully disrespecting you in the bedroom and I’d like to please know more 🥺🥺🙏🏾

I hate when things get lost in the shuffle! So for the final ask of the night!!

Sy is actually one of my favorite Henry characters to play around with. Does anyone know his actual first name??? I need it for research purposes 😂 but he can be such a brute. He’s got the murder strut perfected. He is strong, and gruff. But I do think when he comes home, and sees you all cute in your sweats, he gets the biggest smile on your face.

Princess is definitely your nickname. He treats you like his queen though.

I also think he’s into booties, and gives you booty taps all the time. It’s almost his way of saying ‘Good girl,’ without saying it. But he’s also not above whispering dirty little words in your ear out in public. He loves to see your cheeks set on fire with embarrassment. Or the way you lean into his body, because you swear people can see your two heartbeats.

Sy is the epitome of respect. Yes, sir. Yes, ma’am. And he will be the first to defend your honor. But when he gets you home….

Oh that man is into some heavy degradation. But, you’re his. All his. And he loves that you submit so freely for him to do whatever is he wants. He loves stuffing your mouth with his fingers, and spitting into your mouth. Spit is his favorite lubricant. Sy is into manhandling, and he will. He’ll have you tossed all around, and he’ll place you how he wants you. But he’s so good to you, that you let him take whatever it is that he needs.

Sy wants you broken, and whimpering begging for him to fill you up with his seed. Your body is worn and tired, and you can’t even function. Good thing he’s strong because he’s holding you up at the end. Making you look deep into his eyes while you finish together.

Sy…what a man

[nijigasakilove]

Wowza, what an episode. Turning point 3 is here to remind people why Mushoku Tensei is the greatest isekai ever. It may not have had the action of the previous turning points, but just as good if not better. The purpose of these has always been to change the direction of fate for characters in the story and this delivered.

Amazing episode from start to finish. Loved the focus on Rudeus’ relationship with his sisters. Obviously Norn got a ton of development and focus last week and it’s great seeing them get on well, but I’m happy we got a lot of Aisha focus this week. Her cute little begging face when she and Rudeus went curtain shopping was so adorable, Rudeus couldn’t help but go along with everything she wanted, and who can blame him. Staying away from the brother sister incest route too I see “dad would kill me..”😂

But man the look on Rudy’s face when he found out Sylphie was pregnant. Such a beautiful moment that really hits at the deeper attachment and abandonment issues that Rudeus has had as a character.

One of his biggest regrets is the breakdown of his family relationship in his previous life, so wanting a family of his own and being surrounded by loved ones has always been so important to him this go around. Now that he’s a husband and going to be a father, this is literally a dream come true for my boy and I’m so happy for him. The “thank you” he gave Sylphie was so heartfelt. She cured his condition, made him a husband and now a father. Best girl

Speaking of regrets, the man God conversation again brought up another character point with Rudeus. He’s always been terrified of leaving regrets in this life after living a life full of them in his previous world. But regrets are an unavoidable part of life. We can never know everything that’s coming at us and we’ll all make mistakes or be put in difficult situations and just have to go with our best judgment like Rudeus is with the zenith rescue. Having regrets is part of being alive and human.

While the Pursena and Linia mating season thing is tempting, that’s your mom at the end of the day and no way Rudeus was going to leave his parents in trouble like that. That ideal dream he had back in Buena of his entire family being happy around the table requires.. well.. the entire family. That means it’s off the Begaritt next week. Can’t wait to see this 🙏🏾 I’m sure the greyrat sisters will hold it down Rudeus.

Plus like Zanoba who’s obviously known for giving out the wisest takes in the series said, “children can grow without their fathers watching” which of course is a nice nod to Rudeus’ development post teleportation incident.

On a side note, it’s hilarious how Aisha and Norn went from one hating Rudeus and one loving him to now competing over which one can get more of his affection lol, that’s what we call character development

Amazing episode, could go on about it all day, but without a doubt best mushoku episode so far.

[kiribaabe]

Slut Him Out

Summary: Very little patience and being quick to anger were just a few ways to describe Miguel O’Hara. It’s nothing people didn’t already know about him— working with him in the spider society meant you adjusted to his attitude with quickness if you wanted to survive. That being said, he seems even more…on edge than he is usually.

Which doesn’t go unnoticed.

Or

Miguel is an overly pent up jerk, and it’s up Jessica to help straighten his attitude out with some silicone and a whole lot of patience.

Part 3/3

Ao3 Link (see previous chapters here, comments and Kodus appreciated 🙏🏾 )

Content warnings: N S F W. Pregnancy sex × Strap-Ons × Pegging × Anal Sex × Anal Fingering × Men Whimpering × bottom Miguel O’ Hara × Touch Starved Miguel O’Hara × Hand Jobs × Blow Jobs × Edging × Orgasm Delay/Denial × Praise Kink × Overstimulation × Sexual Frustration

“Why not?"

"Miguel…"

"I'm just saying. I let you put it in mine, so that seems selfish and hypocritical to me."

"Miguel."

Quiet, feathery laughter bubbles out from Jess’ chest. A genuine sound that permeates the air around them like a leisurely Sunday morning song. She shakes her head at the man laying beside her, although her attention is kept on the ceiling above them. The sigh that leaves her when her laughter fades is exasperated but fond, evident by the smile she’s unable to keep at bay. "You’re so fuckin’ stupid." She says, though there’s not a trace of actual heat behind those words.

Miguel bares a grin from his place next to her, his arm propped behind his head as he lay there, still naked and shamelessly sticky from their time together just moments ago. His attention is also above them, aimlessly watching the ceiling fan whirl it's circles while his chest falls with recovering breaths. "Well, it is. How many times have I let you fuck me, and I can’t even—"

"Listen," Jess cuts him off before he can finish and turns her head to shoot him a look. One that’s supposed to be something obdurate, but it’s impossible to keep a straight face around this man anymore. Whatever glare she was trying to send his way breaks out into another smile the moment he turns his own toward her. "God put a happy button in your ass, not mine. This is not up for debate."

It’s Miguel’s turn to sigh, something heavy and terribly overdramatic. "You never let me do anything."

"Oh my God?" Jess scoffs before sitting up enough to rip the pillow out from behind Miguel’s head and smack him clear in the face with it. "That’s it; I’ve had it with you. Get your ass out of my room. Go. Chop chop.”

Miguel snickers, unable to shield his face in time to stop the brutal assault. He easily grabs the pillow, though, removing it from his face with a lazy, lopsided grin. "Oh, c’mon, not yet. Ok, ok, I apologize.”

He meets Jess’ deadpan stare with a pleading look, and it isn’t long before she relents with a roll of her eyes. “Thin ice, Miguel.”

The lines in the corner of his eyes crease with the motion of Miguel’s laugh this time. It’s happening more often lately— these smiles, this laughter. It almost has a way of making him feel, well, not himself.

Not in an unsavory way, just different.

As if this is a version of himself he doesn’t quite recognize and still needs to get used to.

He rolls with it as best as he’s able. It’s difficult, but as unfamiliar as it all is, it’s also pleasant. He enjoys this part of him that Jess has brought out, even if he’d never verbally admit as much.

Sitting up some, Miguel leans over Jess and plants a sudden kiss along the swell of her belly. His touch is gentle, trailing his way down the noticeable pregnancy line and stretch marks that are starting to form along her skin. It’s then that something happens—a light push he feels against his mouth.

"You feel that? They’re sick of you too." Jess flashes him a toothy grin before laying back against her headboard for support. One hand resting along her bump, the other glides through Miguel’s hair, unable to hold back her snort when she notices the offended look he flashes her way.

That expression only lasts a second before he’s grinning again, though. Eyes of red clay shine with pure adoration while he refocuses on her belly, large hands settling against the sides while he patiently waits for another kick.

It should be illegal, really, how adorable this man can be behind closed doors. There are times where Jess wishes others could see it, the kindness that lays just at the surface of that rocky exterior. Then there are other times—like these ones— where she’s grateful this is only hers for the keeping.

"You still don’t know the sex yet?" Miguel asks, glancing up at Jess for a moment.

The woman hums before her shoulders shift with a shrug. "We could find out, but we’re still trying to hold out for the surprise. God, it’s hard, though. I’m really hoping for a girl, I think. I just love the idea of raising a next-generation badass. Lil mini me. I mean, she’ll be her own person, but you know what I mean. Can you imagine?"

Jess’ excitement shows through her eyes, her smile. She lights up in a way that should be infectious, spilling into Miguel and consuming him whole. Which it does, in a way. He’s happy for her. So incredibly happy for her, truly. But there’s still something that flickers in Miguel’s expression even despite that.

A sudden dullness behind his eyes, a subtle fall in his smile as memories of what could have been crept along the back of his mind, uninvited.

Memories of cupcakes, of childish laughter.

Of lost hair barrettes, of soccer practice.

Can you imagine?

Yes. It’s an image Miguel can envision all too clearly—vibrant and held just at his fingertips, yet still so incredibly out of his reach.

Suddenly, there’s a tightness in his chest—something uncomfortably restrictive that wraps around his lungs and threatens to cave them in.

Jess seems to catch the shift almost immediately, and the realization tugs her heart into her stomach. "Miguel…I’m—“

"Girls are fun. They’ll keep you on your toes, that’s for certain," He says with a quick chuckle, cutting her off before she can even think of trying to console him. "Worth it, though. This world could use some more Jessica Drews, after all." The smile he gives Jess this time is something... tired. It holds the usual exhaustion that Jess so often finds him weighed down with.

The exhaustion that for once he was void of just a few moments ago.

Miguel gives her another kiss along her stomach before he rolls over to his side of the bed, sitting on the edge while he reaches down on the floor for his clothes.

Jess is quick to crawl over to him, wrapping her arms around broad shoulders. She leans into his neck, trailing kisses along the marks she previously left behind. "You know, there's no need to rush out. You can stay awhile, if you want." She tries, her voice soft. She can’t stand to see him leave like this—with so much despondency still harboring in him. She'd rather him come back to bed, make him laugh about something stupid and enjoy each other’s company until that smile she’s grown so attached to returns to him.

The genuine one that sends something warm spreading through her core.

Miguel eases into her touch easily enough. He doesn’t make any attempts to move away from it, although he does continue to gather whatever clothes are within his reach. "You know I would, but I have a lot of things to settle before the weekend is out," He states. His voice goes back to that same flat tone he always uses outside of their time together. When they’re working. "Besides, don’t you have business to take care of at home tonight? I thought you requested the night shift off."

Oh, shit.

That’s right! Her husband has had this date night planned for weeks now. Fancy dinner, a show—the works. Jess curses, sitting back on her knees to run her fingers through her coily hair.

How could she almost forget?

"Hey," Miguel stands, sliding his boxers up over his ass, soon followed by the pants of his suit. He turns to Jess and lifts her head up by the chin, gently guiding her eyes up to his. "It’s fine. Go have fun. Do whatever it is spiders do on dates. You know I’ll be around when you get back."

Jess regards him for a moment, only allowing herself to relax when she sees his reassuring smile. He still looks tired, but whatever emotion he was carrying earlier is sufficiently masked now; she’s unable to see it, but Jess knows its still lingering there beneath the surface.

She doesn’t press, though.

"Alright, alright," she relents, sighing softly. "Well, I’ll swing by to let you know how it goes later?”

"Sounds good. You know where to find me." Letting her go, Miguel turns to grab his mask that had been tossed carelessly off in the corner of the room earlier. Only when his back is turned to Jess does he allow himself to frown. The lines in the corners of his mouth deepen slightly when he does. He’s not sure why the thought of Jess spending a romantic night with her husband has something black and inky suddenly sinking its way into his chest. It’s thick like sludge, and Miguel knows it’s a dangerous thing.

Something vile that threatens to suffocate him from the inside out if he lets it fester.

He’s obviously been aware of her husband's existence. It’s not like her marriage is something new to him. This whole arrangement was only allowed under the pretense that he was even open to it, after all. But when he’s with Jess, Miguel nearly forgets about him entirely. The man falls far from his mind, allowing Miguel to slip into a fantasy of intimacy and closeness with Jess as his own. A fantasy he never should have allowed himself to indulge in.

Jess had a date with her husband, and Miguel is due for one with a brutal reality check.

He’s gotten far too comfortable here lately, and he needs to reel himself in. If he doesn’t, this may no longer be something he can do.

When Jess gets home, it’s late.

The city is still bustling and lively, with sounds of chatter and cars honking aggressively at one another from beneath her high rise. Heels clack against her floor as she enters her bedroom, already quick to take off her earrings and let her hair down from its updo.

The date had gone nicely.

Jess’ husband had taken her out to a trendy new restaurant that just opened up downtown, where they dined on the best food and wine that either of them had in a while. Following that, was a romantic walk in the park, then some dessert from one of their favorite little crepe stands.

Jess enjoyed herself.

Even if her mind was somewhere the entire time.

There’s some guilt that she harbors in her chest for that. Because her husband is a kind man, even if a bit predictable at times. He deserves her undivided attention for planning such a beautiful evening, but her mind was focused on other things.

On Miguel.

He’s been through a lot; they all have. Every Spider-Man variant had their own trauma that manifested itself in some way, similar yet still unique to them. However, Miguel's… Miguel was rough, and she felt for him.

It’s hard to bear witness to the moments when his past catches up with him; when he's too weak to wrangle his demons back into place on his own.

She wants to help him, especially now. She likes to think their relationship has strength into something closer than it’s ever been, and that he wouldn’t push her away entirely should she extend her hand to him.

They were friends, after all.

Jess sighs, unsure why that notion causes discomfort in her chest. This weird, unfamiliar pull

"Are you alright, hun?" Her husband's voice is quick to draw from her thoughts. He approaches from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her close to his chest. She feels him smile against her skin, kissing her exposed shoulder.

Jess returns his smiles with one of her own. It’s easy to lean into his touch, and she does so without hesitation. "Mmhm. Just thinking, that’s all." She assures.

There’s a pause from the man, a quiet hum leaving him while he continues to kiss over her shoulder blade, then across her back and toward the other one. "About Miguel?" He asks.

Jess blinks at the question. It isn’t accusatory; there’s no sense of displeasure or annoyance in his tone. But it still momentarily throws her off guard. Jess turns to face him, and he meets her with a shrug. "I just assumed. He seems to be on your mind a lot here lately."

That statement pulled something of a laugh from her this time. She moves away, kicking off her heels, before she moves toward her closet to find something more comfortable to change into. "Uh, how do you figure that?"

When she returns with a nightgown in hand, her husband is giving her an incredulous look. "We’ve been married for three years, you think I don’t know you?" Look. He rolls his eyes and steps off to the side to unbutton his dress shirt. "I don’t think a day goes by that you don’t mention him at least once, Jessie-bear. Are you going to tell me he’s not where your head has been all night?"

Jess opens her mouth to defend herself, but the words don’t form, and she’s quickly forced to close it again.

She hates that he noticed. She hates that he knew her attention wasn’t where it should have been their entire time together. More than that, she hates that he isn’t particularly wrong about that statement.

She doesn’t go out of her way to bring up Miguel when she is home. It just…happens. Their relationship isn’t a secret, and she enjoys their time together as well as the new ways she’s been able to make him crumble at her touch. She can’t deny being eager to talk about it, especially when her husband was so supportive and open to actually listening.

Migeul would probably have an aneurysm if he knew, but she doesn’t plan on telling him anytime soon.

Sighing, Jess gives her husband an apologetic smile. She cups the side of his face in her palm, allowing her thumb to brush against the stubble that decorates his jaw. It’s funny how polar opposite this man is to Migeul. His features are soft, while Miguel's are hardened and chiseled.

Calm, where Miguel is... not as much.

Where her husband is unconditional love, warmth, and uplifting support, Miguel is laughter. He’s laughter and togetherness, trust, and thrill. The moments with him feel like adrenaline—this rush of unexplainable excitement and energy that shoots through her nerves and straight to her heart, pumping it so full it nearly overworks itself.

She adores them both so much.

In different ways, for different reasons. But still, this same sense of adoration she has for her husband, she’s starting to find that she shares it with Miguel too.

Not that she’s entirely ready to admit that…

"I'm… I'm sorry." Jess eventually says, shaking her head free of her earlier thoughts. "It’s not on purpose. I just feel like something’s up, you know? Spider senses and all that, I guess. It’s just hard to ignore sometimes."

Her husband smiles at that and returns to his place behind her. He unzips her dress, letting it slide down her shoulders so she can properly step out of it and change into her gown for the night. "Then I think you should look into that. I’m sure he’d appreciate the check-in if there is something wrong."

"Yeah?" Jess smiles. God, she loves this man. He really was hot, in more ways than one. His understanding of Miguel’s growing importance in her life without resentment or jealousy continued to be his hottest feature. "Are you sure?"

He nods and turns back to take a seat on their bed. "Yeah, I’m sure. Go get him, babe. If one thing ends up leading to another, try not to almost kill him this time."

Jess meets her husband's smirk with one of her own, a quick laugh rumbling out of her chest. "No promises. If I do, it’s always because he has it coming."

She finds her way over to the man, kissing him sweetly. With that, Jess finishes getting dressed before snagging her watch and promptly setting the coordinates to HQ.

~~~~~

It’s quiet when Jess arrives, uncharacteristically so. It makes sense with how late it is, but something still feels off about it. It's almost like being in a mall as it’s closing down—when the lights are dimmed and it’s void of the usual bustle of people.

Jess hums as she ventures through the lobby, being sure to wave hello at the spare spider folk she does come in contact with. While some spider people do have rooms here, a majority of them head back to their own dimensions by the end of the way. Rest their heads on their own beds, see their families.

But one person she knows she can always count on being here is Miguel.

Most likely cooped up in his office, scouring over his screens at odd hours of the night like the restless old man that he is.

Jess bites back a smirk at the visual, and eventually she makes her way to Miguel’s usual resting post. It doesn’t take long to realize he’s not up there, though. It’s too quiet, and his screens aren’t illuminated either. Hm..

"Heyyy, girl! Aww, look at you! Love the make-up~ how’d your date go?!"

Lyla’s appearance only startles Jess for the moment. She should be used to the way she pops up out of nowhere by now, but somehow it surprises her every time.

"Hey, Lyla. It, uh, went well. And thanks," she smiles and reaches a hand up to absentmindedly feel at her face. Damn, she forgot to wash her makeup off for the night.

"Listen, have you seen Miguel? I just came by to check on him, I figured he’d be here." Jess tries to keep any sense of worry out of her tone. It isn’t like Miguel to not be here, and she’s hard pressed to think of anything else he could be doing at this hour.

Lyla all but pouts, no doubt bored and looking forward to at least some gossip about Jess’ evening. She doesn’t press, though, and instead pulls up her little screen with a sigh. "Yeahh, he left about an hour or two ago? Didn’t tell me where and got all Mr. Grumpy when I tried to ask. I can give you his coordinates for his current location, though, if you like."

"That would be awesome, Lyla. Thanks." She chuckles at the AI, ever grateful. She likes working Miguel’s nerves almost as much as Jess does, and for that, she’s always liked her.

Lyla downloads Miguel’s location in mere moments, and Jess glances down at the holographic map that soon emits from her watch. She frowns at the location, her brow quirked. "Here, really?" She asks, glancing at the other.

Lyla shrugs again. "He’s been acting weird all day. Maybe he needed some R&R?"

"I don’t think Miguel even knows what that means. Or how to spell it, for that matter." Jess scoffs and closes out her watch, his location saved. "Thanks again, girlie."

With that, Jess heads down to the garage for her bike, but not before Lyla appears in front of her again. She’s smiling; something a little mischievous is dancing behind those pink, pixelated glasses. "Sooo, I know it's not my business. But are you two still, you know? Going to bone town, as the people say?"

"I don’t think anyone says that, Lyla." Jess can’t help but snort, unsure what possessed her to even ask something like that. "Why? Are you gonna ask me to set his attitude straight or something so he stops bothering you? I’m not taking requests right now." She smirks, sarcasm clear in her voice.

Lyla laughs. "Hah! No, no. Although, like, yeah, thank you for your service," she gives her a salute. "But no, I was just going to say I think you’re doing a real number on him, Jess. He’s still Mr. Grumpy Pants, but he seems, I dunno, happier overall. I can tell." The AI smiles, and Jess rubs the back of her neck with an almost sheepish look.

"Yeah, well, you know. Man’s been pent up for years, some good sex tends to lighten people’s moods." She says.

With a shake of her head, Lyla chuckles and adjusts her glasses a little further up her little nose. "No, I think it’s more than just that. I mean, I’m sure the sex helps, but..." she pauses, then pushes the beds back on her nonexistent cuticles. "I think it has a lot to do with you more than anything. He trusts you, and you make him happy. As happy as a guy like him is capable of, at least."

Jess blinks in response to that, and something warm settles beneath her skin. She opens her mouth to deny the claim, but her words fail her for a second time that evening. "You really think that?" She asks instead. She fails to keep that tilt of hopefulness in her tone. She can tell Lyla picks it up, and while Jess isn’t one to get embarrassed, the warmth in her face grows a little hotter.

"I do." Lyla reassures.

Jess smiles, rubbing the back of her neck again. "Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm just charming like that, I guess.” Clearing her throat into her fist, Jess waves Lyla away so she can no longer see the growing red along her ears and quickly turns to continue her way to the garages. "I’ll, um, see you later, L. Thanks again.”

"Okay! Go get ‘em, girl!"

In her defense, Jess does try to knock like a normal person before she enters Miguel’s apartment through the fire escape, helping herself in through the unlocked window. One would think the guy would take his safety more seriously and invest in some kind of home security. But then again, she’d be far more concerned about the safety of whoever decided to break into Miguel’s apartment than Migeul himself.

Jess grunts, holding her belly while she slides through the opening and steps out into the living room.

At first glance, Miguel’s apartment appears visibly untouched; there’s not one piece of furniture that isn’t covered in a fine layer of dust, as if nothing had been used or moved during the entirety of his time here. The walls remain barren too, and whatever furnishings he did have were sparse. It almost felt like some runaway's hideout— a place troubled kids go to sneak around rather than an actual living space occupied by an adult.

It's hardly surprising. Very seldom does Miguel ever spend much time in his own dimension, clearly having a preference for living at headquarters. It’s a shame, because it’s a nice space; with old, early-world charm, original floors, and pretty finishes that she knows goes totally unappreciated by Miguel. It would make for a great home if he’d just treat it like one. Some pictures. Some curtains. Anything to give a resemblance to life.

"Miguel?" Jess calls out as she ventures further into the space. The silence she’s met with pulls an odd sense of worry into her chest. This is where Lyla said his location was, and she’s never wrong.

With a hum, Jess pads down the hall. It’s pitch black, save for the light she can see trickling out from under the door to what she guesses is a bedroom. It flickers every so often with the movement from inside.

"Miguel?” She tries again, a little louder this time. There’s still no reply, but she does hear something. A squeak in his mattress, followed by a low groan.

A noise that’s come to be all too familiar.

The tension in Jess’ shoulders ebbs away at the sound, and a crooked smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth.

Well, at least he’s alive.

But what was he doing, masturbating? It didn’t seem like he came all the way here just to do that. Well, good. It’s about time he learned to manage his horniness on his own from time to time.

Nipping at her bottom lip, Jess grabs the door handle and gives it a quiet turn. It’s unlocked.

Hah. Dummy.

Under normal circumstances, she’d usually leave him be. But Jess had never caught Miguel with his hand in the cookie jar before, and considering how she loves to embarrass the guy, well, she couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, could she?

So, she lets herself in with an obnoxious "Honey, I’m home!" Fully expecting a naked Miguel with a hand down his pants, blushing and flustered, and shouting at her to get out like she hasn’t seen his dick a dozen times already.

What she wasn’t expecting, however, was to see Migeul with a woman pressed into his bed instead.

Missionary, one hand holding her wrists above her head while the other enveloped her throat as he fucked into her hard enough to almost look concerning. At least Jess would be if the girl didn’t seem so utterly cock drunk; eyes crossed, mouth hung open in a silent scream that's never voiced as Miguel adds more pressure to her throat.

Time stops, and the air grows unbearably thick when Miguel’s attention shoots up from the woman in his company to her. There’s a moment—a brief millisecond of shock—that flickers behind his eyes before absolute vexation takes its place.

Oops…

Jess pointedly ignores the puncture wound that gets sent straight through her chest—a sharp, scathing ache that only seems to grow more intense the harder she fights it. But she does fight it, because she knows this feeling, and she also knows it has absolutely no place residing within her.

Who Miguel fucked on his own time is none of her business or concern. They weren’t exclusive; Miguel didn’t belong to her.

He could fuck who he wanted.

She shouldn’t care.

She doesn’t care.

So Jess hardens her nerves. She has a few choices here; she could turn tail and run, let Miguel handle his business like nothing happened. She could offer an apology to the girl and quickly explain that this isn’t what it looks like.

Because she’s well aware that this scenario doesn’t exactly pull in Miguel’s favor.

Some pregnant woman, dressed in a silk nightgown and nice make-up, waltzing into his room like she clearly owned the place.

Yeah, Jess would catch a case if she happened to be in the opposite position.

Luckily, she’s not , and she realizes that being on this end of the scenario leaves her with a third option.

Perhaps a dick of an option, but...

Again, she’s a woman of opportunity.

"Oh my god, Miguel. I know you’re lying right now—how could you do this?" She gasps, clutching her nonexistent pearls. She makes a show of being entirely distraught, heartbroken over the infidelity she just bore witness to. "You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore. For Christ sake, It’s our anniversary!!" She cries.

Cries , a single tear trickling from her eye as she sniffles.

Miguel’s jaw goes slack.

Jess tries so hard to keep a straight face.

"What the fuck?" She finally hears the girl curse, quickly shifting from her fucked-out state when Miguel lets go of her. She sits up in a hurry, shoving Miguel off and covering up her indecency with one of his bedsheets. She looks at Jess and then Miguel with shock and confusion, but it isn’t long before Miguel is being shoved out of the way entirely, and the girl is scrambling out of bed while she screams at him for being a lying piece of shit.

You’re married?!

How could you do this?

You cheating fucking freak!

Jess just watches the mess unravel, and while she could interject, drop the act, and tell her she’s got the wrong idea, she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything else as the woman gathers up her clothes in a naked hurry, while Miguel tries and fails to get her to calm down and listen for a second.

She's pretty. A skinny little thing with dark skin and hair that’s been braided back into an intricate style She looks young, like she couldn’t possibly be much older than nineteen at the most, and part of Jess feels bad for the look of utter mortification and embarrassment that’s in her eyes for the brief second their gazes meet when she rushes past her.

Almost.

Eventually, the front door is heard slamming shut, and the sound of sirens from outside starts to fill the void of silence around them. It’s then that Jess turns to Miguel with a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, ok, that was kind of mean; I’m sorry. In my defense, I had no idea when I’d get another opportunity like that again, so really it’s your own fault, and you should learn to lock your windows."

A deeply etched frown settles on Miguel’s features. It only disappears behind his hand when he drags a palm over his face before pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Are you serious—you’re not funny. That wasn’t fucking funny, Jessica. What the hell, what are you even doing here?"

The use of her government name stuns her almost as much as his tone. Sharp and heavy with such disdain.

Dark brows furrow tightly in a frown of her own, and Jess crosses her arms under her chest.

Okay, maybe she went too far.

Maybe she crossed a boundary she shouldn’t have.

"Woah, okay. That was a bad joke, then. I’m sorry." She says. She means it, though her voice is tight. She regards Miguel, watching as he sighs and gets out of bed to snatch his boxers off of the floor. He pulls them up and over his ass before turning to her with a noticeable glare.

"What are you doing here?" He repeats.

The way Miguel looks at her sends something tense and uncomfortable tugging at her nerves.

It’s not like it’s the first time she’s ever pissed him off before, but even so... He’s never looked at her like this.

She's not a fan.

"Listen, I’m sorry for ruining your lay, but don't talk to me like you’ve lost your senses," she huffs at him, her voice firm and uncompromising. He can be mad, but like hell she’s going to take his tone sitting down. "I came here because you weren’t at HQ, and I was worried. I thought… I don’t know. I just wanted to check in. Sorry if I didn’t think you’d be fucking a teenager when I got here, I would have called first..."

Her hardened glare is just as unwavering as the one Miguel continues to shoot her way.

The man scoffs something harsh and vitriolic before cursing lowly in his Spanish tongue. Exasperated, he slides a hand over his face again, and heaves a heavy sigh. " I need… I need you to leave, Drew. Go home. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m none of your concern."

Jess’ eyes furrow deeper at that, and the same sting from earlier flares in her chest again, uninvited. "Excuse me?"

There’s fierce anger that bubbles forward, hot and all-consuming, lighting her nerves like a match. Where the hell is this even coming from? Is all this anger really just because she interrupted some (presumably) subpar sex with a mid-life crisis cliche of a girl he picked up off the street?

Miguel looks up from his hand, red flickering behind his eyes. "Jess, I’m serious. I’m asking you to just—“

"And I’m telling you no, O’Hara. You’re being so fucking weird right now. What is this really about? You’re not acting like yourself." She frowns.

And he’s not. The sunken, near-sleepless look in his eyes the way he seemed so needlessly agitated None of this felt like the Miguel she’s had the fortune of knowing over the past month or so.

The Miguel that lets his guard down, the one whose eyes crinkle in the corners when he finally stops restricting his laughter

Kind Miguel.

Funny Miguel.

Not whoever the hell this is.

Miguel scoffs again, far more mean than his last, before all but stalking toward her until they're not even an inch apart. He backs Jess into the door and glowered down at her with something dangerous. There’s an emotion behind his eyes that Jess has never seen directed at her, and it almost hurts. Burning like acid into her chest.

"Oh, but I am. Or have you forgotten? This is me acting like myself, Jess. The dick with anger issues, the asshole that you thought you could permanently pacify with a good fuck. News flash: It doesn’t work that way. Now, please go home." He rolls his eyes before turning his back to her and stalking out onto his balcony. It’s a small space, but big enough for him to lean over the rails as he looks out over the city below. The sea of endless cars, people, and life

The lines in Jess’ forehead deepen, and her frown is notably more intense. She doesn’t understand this; she doesn’t get where this is all coming from all of a sudden. He had been fine all day until...

Jess takes a deep breath and gently exhales. Then, she's following the man out onto his balcony.

"Are you really this mad at me about that girl? Or is this about this morning, Miguel?" She asks after a moment. Her voice softens as she stares at him, watching the unreadable emotions shift in his eyes while he continues to stare down at the city below instead of her. "Look, you’re the one that asked me about the baby. But if that’s what this is about, I didn't mean to upset you. I…I was just—"

"Jess…" Miguel stops her before she can finish and finally turns to look at her. His expression eases just barely, the deep lines in his face slowly dissipating as he scratches a hand down the side of his face, a habit he so often does when he’s stressed. "Fuck. Don’t apologize for that, alright? It isn’t—goddammit…" With a heavy exhale, Miguel starts to pace along the small balcony. He shakes his head, trying and failing to articulate his words properly without making things worse.

"Then what is it?" Jess presses on. She takes a step forward and reaches out to prompt Miguel’s attention to her again with a reassuring touch along his arm. "Just fucking talk to me, Migeul. Whatever’s going on, whatever has you this upset, I want to know. You don’t always have to brood on your feelings like an idiot; we’ve been over this! I’m your friend. Let me help you.”

Finally, Miguel does turn his attention to her. He just stares, searching for deep bronze eyes that look at him with so much determination that it’s infuriating. She’s trying so hard to be there for him when she could have cursed him out and left by now. It only serves to remind Miguel how little he deserves Jess. Not as a friend, and certainly not as anything else…

"Jess," he sighs again, trying to keep his tone steady. "I don’t want to talk, okay? I didn’t come here to talk. I didn’t go out to a bar for the first time in years and pick up some random fucking girl so I could talk. I don’t need help. All I want is—"

"All you want is what?" Jess cuts him off. She’s still staring, unwavering, and stubborn. To be left alone? To fuck out his frustrations with someone other than her? All that was fine; Jess didn’t fucking care. She just wants to hear him communicate it to her.

"You’re so...fucking frustrating." Migeul grows, his irritation with her heavy in his tone.

He says this, but his hands suddenly grab Jess by either side of her face and hold her there before he leans in to kiss her. It’s something rough and uncoordinated and utterly messy.

What he wants, he can’t have. There’s no use in bringing it up and ruining the very good thing that he and Jess have established. So he pushes it down, back into the pit where it belongs, and locks it, refusing to allow it to surface again.

The kiss catches Jess by surprise, but she leans into it almost immediately, allowing Miguel’s tongue to glide against hers. Meanwhile, delicate hands snake around his shoulders and up the nape of his neck to tug at his hair. The groan this elicits from him pools straight into Jess’ core like always, warm and fueling her on. Her touch mimics his— rough, erratic movements; tugging, pulling, scratching. All while their mouths are still connected to one another in a borderline feral make-out session.

Miguel handles her like he’s still so fucking pissed, brows furrowed in a scowl, and hands bruising the give of her hips. In return, she curses at him, nipping at his bottom lip in retaliation. It’s hard enough to draw blood, and she drags it out and lets it go, licking across the trickle of crimson that spilled over her lip in the process. "You’re the only one who likes to bite." She breathes, a newfound sense of desire floating behind her eyes when Miguel stares down at her. There’s but a split second of silence and heavy breathing between the two before they’re right back where they were, entangled in yet another scathing kiss.

Jess isn’t sure how they got here. How Miguel went from yelling at her to get out of his room to this

But she isn’t complaining about it. She much prefers this.

Miguel’s growl is a deep rumble that vibrates in the back of his throat while strong hands glide down the curvature of her body, settling on her ass with a firm flex of his fingers.

"There wasn’t much to feel back there with that other girl, was there?" Jess questions him, acrimonious. "So tiny. Fuck, was she even able to take you?"

"Jess…" His voice rumbled against her like a warning, though something of a grunt trickled out toward the end when Jess’ hand suddenly slid down between them, palming his cock. The action causes him to pull away, opting to rest his forehead on hers as he takes this moment to catch his breath.

"Well?" She asks again.

"No. N-not... not.. with her mouth, at least." He answers truthfully. She was young, and with that came inexperience. Her jaw kept hurting halfway through her attempts before they ultimately gave up and tried something else.

"She couldn’t take you like I do." Jess continues, stroking Miguel back to hardness through his boxers.

Another grunt, another soft stutter of his hips "No…"

Jess chuckles, a dangerous sound, before she lowers her voice to a whisper against his jaw. "No one will be able to take you like I can. You’ll never find another like me, Miguel." She murmurs.

As if he didn’t already know that.

As if that wasn’t his whole problem.

Miguel curses, buckling at the cool air that hits him when Jess suddenly tugs him out of his briefs. She then uses her weight to send him staggering back, pushing him until he can rest his ass against the railing of his balcony. From there, Jess slowly lowers herself to her knees.

"Fuck, Jess. W-what are—"

"For the record, I’m not doing this for you." She interrupts. "I’m doing this as a reminder, Miguel. So that the next time you find yourself succumbing to whatever this pathetic new desire is to fuck out your feelings with some random teenager, you’ll think of me. You’ll think of me and be wrecked by the fact that this was the last time I ever fucking touched you. You’ll be forced to lay in the bed you’ve made, knowing no one will be able to make you feel as good as I have."

Jess watches as regret settles behind Miguel’s eyes. He opens his mouth in reply, but Jess doesn’t allow him the opportunity. She grabs his cock, giving it a few slow, leisurely strokes while she opens her mouth and lets her tongue fall forward in a filthy display. Eagerly, she guides his cock onto her tongue, sliding it around the head and dipping beneath his hood. She swirls her tongue around those sensitive nerves with deliberate skill, while fighting a grimace at the taste of another woman on his cock when she sinks him into her mouth with ease.

She’d fix that later.

Miguel curses something low and unintelligible under his breath in response to her actions. She’s pretty sure it was in Spanish, and while she doesn’t understand it fully, she gets the gist of it.

It feels good, doesn’t it?

That much is made clear by the way Miguel’s hand finds purchase in her hair, gripping a tight fistful of curls while the other covers his mouth. "Jess, I...f-fuck...you’re killin me." He murmurs from behind his hand. He wants to say more—but the words don’t form when he tries.

In answer, Jess just hums around him, allowing the noise to vibrate against his cock while she bobs her head in slow drags that leave residual red smearing around his length.

Well, so much for this shade being everything-proof.

The woman makes a quick mental note to return her lipstick for false advertising before taking a short breath through her nostrils. A slow, even exhalation follows. She relaxes herself, letting her throat loosen as much as she’s able before she starts to guide Miguel even deeper. It doesn’t take long before her nose is nestled in fluffy pubic hair, his balls brushing up against her chin.

The whimper this draws out of Miguel is sinful.

She gives another inhale through her nose, allowing a pleased moan to rumble from her throat again when she’s met with the smell of him. She closes her eyes to savor it—this mixture of aromas that are so robust and utterly masculine that it leaves her feeling damn near drunk, sinking through her system and warming her chest like a shot of cinnamon whiskey.

The noises that Miguel continues to make in return for her efforts start to feel distant. As if she’s hearing them from underwater. She can feel him, though— the way he tugs at her hair, the way his thighs twitch beneath her finger tips.

Eventually, her eyes flicker open, and she stares up at Miguel with a haze over her. He’s clenching his jaw, and she can tell he’s straining to hold himself back, less he ruins her.

As if she couldn’t handle it.

He should know exactly how unbreakable she is.

Jess resists the urge to roll her eyes at him. Instead, her hands come forward to rest on his hips. She taps him and pulls him into her, trying to encourage him to move. Miguel glances down at her, and when their eyes finally meet, there’s a silent question: "Are you sure?"

Jess simply flexes the muscles in her throat.

Miguel seems to finally get the hint. His throat bobs with a swallow, and gives a short nod before he finally starts to find a pace. "You’re going to be the death of me some day, Jess." He groans, the grip in her hair tightening.

Mouth too full to respond properly, Jess just hums, bobbing her head along with his movements, letting him fuck her throat in hard, desperate rolls of the hips. She goes easily with the movement, showcasing the skillset she’s earned with age and experience. Her throat closes around him like a vice, so tight that she can practically feel whenever his cock makes a noticeable pulse.

It’s almost become addicting to pleasure him like this. Even when he’s been a dick and doesn’t fuckin deserve it, all Jess wants is to make him feel good. To hear that drawl of her name when he unravels due to her efforts.

And her efforts alone.

She watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Miguel breathes through his pleasure, jaw tight and brows furrowed while he all but uses her. It’s not much longer before she can feel the familiar twitch of his skin under the pads of his fingers or hear the guttural way he curses under his breath, signaling he probably wasn’t going to last much longer. So she settles in and continues to breathe through her nostrils, allowing Miguel to ride this out.

"Jessie…sweetheart! Fuck!" The man hisses above her, pet name slipping by before he can stop it. He sounds damn near pained as he shoves Jess deeper into his groin, keeping her in place. His orgasm greets him with fierceness after that, his balls draining into her in thick, repetitive ropes.

There’s not much for Jess to actually swallow other than a few trickles of mess that Miguel leaves behind when he eventually draws away. Everything else had been shot straight down her throat, but she still makes a show of letting her tongue roll out of her mouth again regardless, showing Miguel there was nothing left of what he'd given her.

"F-fucking hell..." Miguel curses in between his labored breaths. He had thrown his head back in ecstasy as he came, but when he finally looks back down to see Jess, the sight of her nearly breaks him. The vulgar display of her tongue hanging out of her mouth, the puffy, swollen lips and smeared makeup, the way tears and eyeliner leave a trail down her face.

Miguel’s cock visibly twitches.

"Think that may be a new record?" Jess asks. Despite the way her voice is utterly wrecked, there’s still a cocky tilt to it. The more they do this, the less Miguel seems to be able to last.

It’s kind of funny, honestly.

But Miguel isn’t laughing. He just growls, something low and laced with what Jess can only categorize as umbrage. Despite that, he’s helping her up and immediately crashing their lips together in another kiss once she’s standing. It’s a rushed, incredibly muddled display of lips and tongue.

Of growls and whines, and of hands grasping at every piece of each other that they can grab.

Miguel is quick to guide them back into the bedroom, his large hands settling on the back of Jess’ thighs. He picks her up with ease and settles her down on the bed, where he crawls over her, hunched over the swell of her belly. "You never know when to just shut up, do you?" He asks. He pulls away from the kiss just to trail down her neck, nipping at beautifully melanated skin. He doesn’t give Jess much of a chance to respond before those kisses hers are moving downwards. Down the side of her neck, to her shoulders, to her chest.

Eventually, he gets to her breasts. They had spilled out and over her gown in his rush to the bed, and he immediately curled his lips around a pretty, perfectly erect nipple.

"Oh, shit. M-Miguel." Jess gasps, his back arching against his efforts. Panting heavily, one hand grips at his sheets while the other finds the back of his head and grips his hair.

His name slips from Jess’ mouth so sweetly, like a hushed little secret only to be heard between them. It spurs him on, encouraging him to continue his efforts. He needs to return the favor especially well this time, because Jess was right with what she said earlier: There would never quite be anyone who makes him feel as good as she does.

He groans around her, flicking the hardened bud with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hand finds its way between her legs, where he eagerly pulls her lace pants to the side. She’s so wet already, a sticky mess painting her outer labia and parts of her inner thighs.

He doesn’t waste too much time, being quick to slide his fingers along the seam of her sex. He starts with a single digit, letting arousal coat him before sliding inside of her. He slides in and out experimentally for a few moments before joining a second finger. From there, he immediately starts a pace, something quick and steady, while he continues to suck on her breast.

His movements there are more eager, though; he nips and mouths on her like a man starved for his next meal, and Jess can’t help the small chuckle that worms its way out of her system, intermingling with her moan.

Miguel looks up from his place at her chest at the noise, a brow raised.

"F-fuck...sorry," she says, breathing heavily through her smirk. "It’s just, hah, y-you know how I mentioned the other day that I want a Mother’s Day present? I-I think you owe me two now."

Miguel’s brows fall, and he pulls away from her breast just to bury his forehead against her chest, his face heating. "Jess..." he sighs, slowing down his fingers.

"S-sorry, sorry. I'm not trying to ruin the moment. Keep doing what you’re doing. It’s just, were you bottle-fed as a kid or something? Because you are really into these things."

She never quite answered Miguel’s earlier question, but, no. No, she didn’t know when to shut up.

Miguel sighs tiredly, and his face remains buried in its place at her chest, refusing to look up from it. "Me estas volviendo loco..." He mutters, "You’re so fucking annoying."

Jess snorts. She’s not fluent in Spanish, but she’s not completely hopeless either. She pieces the phrase together, and it’s safe to say she’s not hard pressed to actually believe him when he says that this time. "Wow, how sweet. Why don't you tell me how you really feel, O’Hara?" She replies, sounding only mildly offended.

Miguel shakes his head against her, an indignant scoff leaving him. "If I did that, I’d ruin everything."

He barely speaks loud enough to be heard. It comes as a whisper, something spoken more to himself than anything else. But clearly, he still wasn’t quiet enough.

"Huh?" Jess blinks, lifting a brow at the implication she picks up on. Ruin everything. Ruin what? "You want to tell me what that’s supposed to mean?"

When it registers what’s actually been said and that he’s been heard, Miguel sighs again. He remains with his face in her chest, slowly kissing the skin there before making his way up to her neck. "No."

"Miguel…"

He doesn’t answer her. Instead, he focuses on her pulse points when he comes across them, nicking at them with his fangs while he starts to move his fingers again.

"M-Miguel…boy… D-don’t just ignore me—Miguel— Oh, you d-dick—!"

She smirks when a moan flutters out at the end of her complaint, kissing another spot of exposed skin. He hears her labored breathing and the way she keeps fighting against the pleasure of finding her words. But Miguel effectively silences them, at least for the time being. His fingers fuck into her in well-timed movements, curling upwards until the pads of his fingers settle along a spongy area not like the rest. He presses into that spot, massaging into her with skill while his thumb rubs firm, even circles on her clit.

The dual stimulation is enough to send Jess into space, floating high amongst the stars. His pace is relentless, and the feeling continues until suddenly she’s pulled blazing back down into orbit, threatening to break apart upon re-entry. "M-Miguel!" She gasps for air, and at first it seems like she’s going to berate him again. But the only thing that comes out of her mouth is, "Don't you dare stop—!"

"I won’t." He promises, but his voice remains low.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t change his pace or a thing about what he’s doing. He merely sucks a mark onto her neck and keeps his movements steady until Jess is crumbling against his hand in a rush of fluid and a scream of his name that he wishes so desperately to play on repeat whenever he wants.

He rides her through it, keeping up with the slow, steady motions along her clit until her thighs are closing around his hand, signaling him to stop.

When he does, he pulls out of her with an indecent, wet noise and promptly licks himself clean.

Delicious.

Jess lay there for a solid few moments, her chest rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. It takes a while for her to settle back down to earth, and even longer to regain the ability to speak. But when she does, the first thing she says is: "Y-you’re a dick."

"So you’ve told me." Miguel rolls his eyes at her when he lifts his head up from her neck, meeting her gaze with his own. She’s cute like this, glaring up at him with her ruined makeup and missing lashes.

"You’re really not going to t-tell me what the fuck you meant earlier?" She presses on.

"I wasn’t, no." Miguel replies with a heavy sigh. He’s about to pull away from her, but Jess wraps her arms around his shoulders and tugs him back into place before he can get too far.

"I really don’t get you, O’Hara. What the hell are you so afraid of? What can you possibly want that makes you think it’ll ruin everything?" Her glare holds firm, her dark brows knitted together in that same look she always gives when she’s officially fed up with him.

Miguel just…stares. There’s an expression behind his eyes that Jess can’t entirely place. Regret, longing. It brews like a storm on the horizon—dark and almost unsettling. But then he's bringing a hand forward, cupping the side of her face while thumbing against the skin of her cheek. And the touch is so sweet and so gentle, like he’s settled it in his mind that he's already lost her. It leaves Jess more confused than she’s ever been in his presence. "Miguel?"

The man sighs again, and he closes what little distance there was between them with a kiss. Something slow, yet so uncharacteristically passionate this time. "You, Jess. Fuck, all I want is you." He murmurs the words against her like something forbidden. As if his confession comes at a price.

Jess frowns, brows still furrowed, as she tries to process what he means. She’s here; she’s been here. Fully giving herself to him. Pulling away from the kiss, she searches his eyes again, and she realizes then that it may not be the physical aspects of her presence that he’s referring to.

But before Jess can ask questions, before she can get him to try and elaborate, he’s kissing her again. He swallows whatever she’s going to say, his tongue melting against hers in a kiss that, once again, is filled with far too much sadness and longing for her liking. As if this would be the last kiss they ever shared.

"If you want me, I’m right here, Miguel," she murmurs against him. "Take me. I’m all yours, okay?" Delicate hands glide down the muscles of his back, down to his ass, where she pushes him into her, encouraging him. "I’m right here..."

She rolls her hips against the cock she feels pressing against her thigh, still hard and dripping with mess from his last orgasm.

Miguel curses in response, something low and throaty in sound. It doesn’t take much coaxing for him to start guiding himself into her, sinking past the lips of her pussy and into her heat with a groan of pleasure that sends Jess keening. "Fuck, there we go. Good boy."

"J-Jess…I shouldn’t…”

"Shh, it’s okay. Just keep going." She hushes him, one hand still firmly planted on his ass while the other scratches up and down his back. "You said you want me, so then take what you want. This is it, right? You want to fuck me? What else?"

Miguel groans, and Jess's arms move to drape over his broad shoulders while her legs wrap around his narrow waist. She pulls him in, caging him into her, continuing to encourage him to take what he’s too shy to ask for.

Miguel tries to answer honestly. But the way Jess rocks into him, meeting his movements, makes it difficult to think, let alone speak. What else? Fuck, there’s so much he could say. There is so much he wants to ask for.

Swallowing thickly, his head hangs low, his messy hair falling like a curtain in front of his face. But then Jess brushes it back and out of the way, resting her palms around his face and forcing their gazes to meet. Hers is soft and sugar-coated as she looks up at him. "Tell me, Miguel. I want to hear it from you."

"I want to fuck you," he finally says. His face heats against Jess’ palm, and she smiles in return.

"Yeah? And what else?" Jess keeps coaxing him, rocking against the man’s slow, deliberate movements. She makes a point to squeeze around him, enjoying the surprised, involuntary whimper that it pulls out of him. The action cuts off whatever it was that Miguel was going to try to say, and Jess hums.

"Do you want to put another baby in me, Is that it? Give this one a little sister?" She asks.

The question nearly folds him in half. He looks into Jess with widened eyes and a crimson darkening beneath his skin when his cock twitches with interest from inside her. He knows she felt it, and he knows there’s absolutely no use lying about his answer.

So he doesn’t.

He swallows against the lump in his throat and nods before looking away as if shamed. At least he tries to. Jess doesn’t let him, and she forces him to meet her eyes again before pulling him down for a kiss. "Then go on. Breed me, Miguel."

Miguel curses under his breath. He doesn’t care if that’s not exactly possible in her current state; he doesn’t care if this fantasy of his is just something she’s playing into for the moment. He knows he’s going to be in for another brutal reality check when this is over, when his perpetual horniness and emotional instability isn’t completely taking over his brain. But for now, with Jess’ encouragement, he indulges.

He falls into the kiss easily, tilting his head to the side to deepen it more. As she holds him, his hands move down the curvature of her body and down the length of her legs, settling there as he grinds into her at a slow, intentional pace.

Something soft, something impassioned.

Something... not at all like they’ve been doing in the past.

Where their previous engagements had been bold, heated displays of their desire, this was different. Or at least, it felt different. This felt like something neither of them had shared with one another before.

It’s dangerously close to...

Well, something Miguel is far too proud to even say

Because Miguel O’Hara doesn’t do that .

He’s not emotionally set up for that .

At least, not usually. But it came easy with Jess. This feels natural—the way she flows with his body and his movements.

"Fuuck, Miguel. Are you still with me? K-keep going, okay?"

Jess’ words pull Miguel back from his thoughts. "I’m h-here. Fuck, sorry—you just feel so incredible."

"Y-yeah?"

"Yeah." He pulls away from her just to plant a kiss on her nose, a little gesture that sends a smile spreading across her face. "What was that for?"

He shrugs, and red blooms beneath his skin like ink in water.

"D-dork." Jess chuckles brightly, relishing in the grumpy "shut up" that she gets in response before he buries his face in her neck again. The woman's smile widens, her own face buried where his neck meets his shoulder. It’s maddening, the way he can be so fucking cute yet so infuriating all at the same time.

As Miguel’s hips start to stutter against her, Jess moans in encouragement. She's able to read him like a book and knows from his movements alone when his orgasm is drawing near. "Mm… I know. It feels good, doesn't it? You’re doing so well, but I need you to hold it a little longer. I-I want to chat with you, Miguel. Can you do that? Can you hold it for me?"

Miguel groans in response, and with the sound comes another stutter in his movements. He forces himself to slow down and labors his breathing to avoid ending entirely too soon. He wants to cum, but more importantly than that, he wants to cum with Jess.

He wants to unravel alongside her.

So he nods and adjusts himself. He hardens the pace as opposed to quickening it, fucking into her with slow, deep thrusts that angle perfectly against her gspot. Simultaneously, he brings a hand down between her legs, rubbing more circles across her clit with his fingers. Her body tightens around him, and he relishes the way she gasps in response.

"T-that’s it, fuck. Just like that, Migeul. Don't change a fucking thing. Just—fuck—like that!" She’s panting, her manicured nails digging into his upper back and shoulders. The stimulation to her clit sends sparks behind her eyes, and it’s exactly what was needed to give her that extra push that sends her toppling over the edge of release.

Miguel keeps his pace until she screams like that, until nails dig into his skin. From there, it’s over. He moans, guttural and shameless, while he works the sensitive bundles of nerves at his fingertips in more desperate movements. The damn breaks, and with it, so does he. His orgasm hits him harder than it’s ever had. It splits his nerves in the best way, with pleasure shooting down every limb and sending his entire body wanting to curl in on itself. But he keeps going, pushing past any sense of discomfort or overstimulation to ride Jess through her own release, adoring the way she convulses around him.

They way she all but milks him of everything he has.

Much to her own surprise, the sensation of a thick, sticky mess painting her insides in ropes is quick to send Jess into a second orgasm. Less powerful than the first, but God the back-to-back release feels insane; pleasure crashes over her like unrelenting waves, refusing to allow her even a moment of recovery. It's nearly overwhelming, threatening to drown her entirely. But just as the overstimulation of it all threatens to take over, Miguel slows, easing up on her clit and leaning in to kiss her sweat-laced temple. He whispers something to her, something kind and encouraging that her brain can’t seem to comprehend at the moment. She smiles, though, appreciating the gesture nonetheless.

Miguel stays connected for as long as he’s able to, not yet ready for the loss of her warmth. But he can’t put his full weight on her in this position, and not wanting to collapse, he eventually pulls out of her and rolls over on his side. As they both recover, all that’s left between them is labored breathing and the distant noise of the outside.

Police sirens.

The odd ambulance or two.

Eh. Let that be someone else’s problem this time.

It falls quiet for a while. Jess isn’t entirely sure how much time passes or how much she’s supposed to allow before she says anything. However, she knows they need to talk, and it’s clear she’s going to have to take the initiative to start that conversation. So after a few more moments of stretched silence, she breaks it. "Are we…going to talk about it?"

Miguel remains quiet, and there’s a dip in the mattress when he rolls over and lets his arm fall over his eyes. "I'd rather we didn’t." He says it gruffly.

"O’Hara…"

"Drew."

Jess frowns, a small scoff of disbelief leaving her. It takes a second for her to do so with her belly, but she effectively rolls over on her side, facing away from Miguel. Silence falls between them yet again. A very loud silence this time, though.

Which doesn’t last very long before Miguel’s the one to break it.

“…what, are you mad at me now?" He asks, lifting his arm from his eyes when he feels the mattress shift with her movement.

Silence.

"Jess…"

"…."

"Oh, cool. Well, that’s—that’s great." He sighs, exasperated and heavy. "Unbelievable. You can’t get mad at me just because I don’t want to sit here and talk about shit that doesn't matter."

Shit, that doesn't matter?

Jess wants to remain quiet, but that statement draws an annoyed bark of mean laugh out of her. She still doesn’t turn to him, though, satisfied with the view of his wall over him. "How does it not—you know what, whatever. I'm not even mad, O’Hara. I just don’t get why you’re always so fucking…” She trails off with a huff of frustration as she struggles to find her words, gesturing to the air before she heaves a heavy groan. "Emotionally constipated." She finishes lamely.

Miguel's brows furrow in a tight-knit frown, looking just as offended as he’d be if Jess cursed his mothers name. "Emotionally—I'm not emotionally constipated, Jess. What, just because I don’t like talking about my feelings??"

The word feelings gets spat out as if it were physically hard for him to even say, and Jess fights the urge to scoff at him again.

"That’s literally what being emotionally constipated is, fool!" Jess sighs, utterly exasperated. "Earlier, you said all you wanted was... me. And that you were afraid you’d ruin everything by asking for it. Now all I want from you is to tell me what that means, Miguel. I’m asking you to communicate for God's sake, and you’re acting impossible."

Miguel’s frown deepens. With a heavy groan, he runs a hand across his face, silence falling over them again. It ticks by, creating a thickness in the air that is no longer palatable. It’s suffocating, and Miguel can’t stand the way it’s making him feel.

He can’t stand the way Jess being mad at him makes him feel.

"Fuck, Jess. I don’t… " He tries, but ultimately trails off for a moment, trying to think of the right words. When he finds them, he takes a deep breath and tries again. "I don’t know what it means. I don’t know what I want, okay? I’m trying to figure it out. I’m trying to understand this myself because I haven’t felt it before. It’s new, and it freaks me out that it could mess something up if I say or do the wrong thing.”

Miguel frowns again, but ends up turning to her anyway, settling with his chest against her back and his face resting along the back of her neck. He isn’t good at this. At…feelings. Not how to address them, and certainly not how to communicate them.

All he knows is that whatever this arrangement he’s got going on with Jess works. For the first time in years, he’s been comfortable spending a considerable amount of time with another human being. Their sex was great, and the moments they spent together after the act were even more so.

He’s been more satisfied with his life than he’s been in years, and it’s because of Jess.

He wants to be satisfied with that.

But as they spend more time together, they’ve gotten closer both physically and emotionally. Miguel’s not sure when it happened, but as a result he finds himself missing her when she’s gone. He craves her touch even outside of sex, and when she leaves to go home at the end of the day, back to her husband, it’s become a reminder that these wants of his are something feeble.

So he withdraws, hoping it will help him to retrain his focus and he can keep history from repeating itself.

He let his desires ruin everything once before.

He can’t do it again.

The silence stretches for a few passes before Jess rolls back over, finally deciding to face him. Their nose to nose, and brown eyes regard the ones in front of hers for a moment. Never had she seen him look so scared, so unsure. Due to his own emotions, no less.

With a soft sigh, Jess reaches down and grabs his hand. Delicate fingers play with his own, tracing along the little lines she sees in his palms. "So," she starts, "You have feelings, and you’re having trouble processing them. You don’t know exactly what it is that you want, but it's safe to say you’re craving more than what we’ve been doing here, hm? More than just sex?” Her voice is soft, the annoyance that had laced her tone previously no longer as present. Miguel sounds so at war with himself, and while she finds it a little ridiculous, she at least wants to attempt to understand without him feeling overly judged.

Miguel’s palm heats up in her hand. She watches him process her assumptions, before giving a little nod.

"More like…dating?" She asks.

This time, Miguel’s entire body warms.

That word feels too raw, too official for his liking.

God, he’s never…dated. Not in nearly a decade, at least. And certainly not with anyone nearly as important to him as Jess. You date someone you love, right? And love only leads to people around him getting hurt...

No, he doesn’t want to date her.

He just…wants to spend time with her outside of work. Frequently. Alone, together. In a sort of…romantic way.

But that’s not like…dating. That’s different.

"No.” Miguel finally answers after a stretched, internal debate with himself. “I mean— fuck. I…I don’t know."

Jess sighs again, but the look she gives him is closer to the edge of fond rather than angry. "Okay. That’s okay, if you don’t know. We’ll figure it out." She places a kiss at the start of his palm, then brings his hand up to rest her cheek against it. She smiles, a soft thing that has Migeul swallowing against the sudden lump in his throat.

"Why are you so willing to entertain this, Jess? I mean, your husband…”

"My husband and I are very open in our marriage, Miguel; I’ve told you this. I have enough room in my heart for more than one person, you know. Have you ever considered that maybe I could want more out of this too?" She lifts a brow at him.

Miguel blinks, as if stunned. His eyes widen, and his mouth goes slightly agape before it closes with an indignant little huff. He had been so consumed with the possibility of rejection and his fear of ruining things as they were, that not once had he thought about a better case scenario. "No. I... hadn't really considered that possibility." He admits. His voice is barely above a grumble, so hushed that Jess can’t help but smirk.

"That’s because you’re an emotionally constipated idiot. I swear to God, Miguel. How are you so smart yet so fucking dumb." Jess shakes her head, her exasperation of him back in full.

A deep flush dusts over Miguel’s face and neck, and he sends her a glare. “…Jerk. Give me a break, Jess. I told you I’m bad at this.”

The woman snorts, a quiet little sound as she tilts her head to kiss his palm again. "Mm, yeah, okay. I’ll cut you some slack. But only because you have a cute ass and a good dick game. Those are your saving graces.”

Miguel rolls his eyes. Despite his best efforts, a chuckle leaves him right after. He gives Jess a something of a barely-there smile, brushing his thumb over the supple skin of her cheek. "You think it’s cute?" He asks, a playful tilt returning to his voice.

Jess barks another laugh.

"Mmhm. And delicious too, I might add. Absolutely divine." She sticks her tongue out at him with a knowing grin that has Miguel glaring at her again in a fit of embarrassment.

"Christ, Jess.”

Jess laughs at him when he turns from her, lays on his back again, and promptly brings a pillow up to hide his face. One time (A handful of times) he lets her eat his ass, and now she brings it up every chance she gets.

Her laughter carries for a while, fluttering out into a soft giggle eventually. She wished it didn’t take all of this to get the man to tell her how he’s been feeling, but she's glad they could finally have this discussion regardless. This was new to her too, and she’s excited to explore what this could mean for the both of them moving forward.

Even if it is a little scary.

With a smile, Jess moves the pillow away from Miguel’s face, meeting his grumpy frown with a kiss to his cheek. "So, tomorrow, you and I will go to this restaurant I know that serves real empanadas. We’ll eat, have a couple of drinks, and then we can talk about this a little more, yeah?”

Miguel darkens at the kiss yet again, but he nods. He brings his hand forward to rest along her cheek, enjoying the enamored look in her eyes that he gets in return. "Yeah. Okay."

At his agreement, Jess wastes no time kissing him again, a sweet, slow thing. The way that Jess smiles against him, the way she’s handled him with so much care and adoration gives Miguel no choice but to fully melt into her. This type of vulnerability feels different than it’s been with her in the past. He’s no longer laying his body bare for her, but his heart too. It leaves him uncertain and so anxious, making him want to withdraw again. But he fights against the instinct to do so, allowing himself this potential for happiness that he’s been longing for all his life.

He’s not good at these things, at feelings.

At people.

But for Jess, he’s willing to try his best.

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I can’t believe The Nymph is already heading towards 1.4K views, nearly 70 kudos and many comments as well as bookmarks in just 3 weeks 🙈

I kinda didn’t believe that there would be this high interest (demand?) in the fic? I mean I’ve been absent for 18 months or so 😅 Just coming back to dump my brain load on the table until I’m too busy to do so again 😶‍🌫️

I know that people love a good somewhat canon compliant fic where Percy accepts godhood based on the events of TLO, but I didn’t think that Ancient Greek God!Percy thrown into the mortal world would be gathering so many people lol.

Also to those that don’t particularly like Percabeth AUs, don’t worry! Even if it doesn’t appear to be so right now, the fic will pick up more stuff from canon later 😌✨

Regardless… Thank you so much, for anyone who just browsed through, even if it’s not your cup of tea ☺️ I know the first chapter has some grim aspects and not wanting to see that is absolutely valid! Or simply not liking the premise/my writing style/whatever it may be.

This really motivates me moving forward with finishing Coleoidea and then the second act of The Fool afterwards! I’d love to show you other perspectives and settings and dimensions of Percabeth in the future!

Writing about Annabeth and Percy in different scenarios is so much fun, especially when others enjoy it as well 🙏🏾