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ur-mousey · 4 months ago

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Benzo-Addict ~

- Yandere! Jeffery x F! Reader -

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Part One, Part Two

summary Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different. Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands. 1.7k

warning mature, smut, non-con, hostage situation, dry humping.

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** Choices **

There are NO MORE choices to choose from.

You are shit outta luck, now wear those kitten ears and purr real good.

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You blurringly watched ahead. A TV buzzed with images of red, blue, and clover green. You didn't feel luck at all. Jeffery kept you stable on his inner thigh, carding through knots twisted amongst your hair. You listened past his singing to the crickets beyond the attic crawl space, where cars whirled by, and left without hearing your pleas. Cody laid bleeding out on the creaky wooden slates. One thought persisted, he would die here. You talked him through it as best as you could, but in a twist of fate, you wished him dead. He'd be better off that way.

The rusted odor was acidic to your nostrils and filled the space like a migraine after a bender. All you could do was to constrict your throat. You were afraid that you'd double over at the sight. It's game over. As if you could save anyone? Much less yourself. Time to roll the credits. And spoiler, you'll remain fucked into death on top of a Hatsune Miku body pillow.

What the fuck were you supposed to do? What exactly could you have done differently? Go back in time and do what? Not be nice?

You smoothed snot into the wrist of your cardigan. The answer was a simple one. It stared you plain in the face, and it taunted you with the ferocity of the North Seas. You were the issue. Everything you did, all who you've interacted with, culminated into a thick poison settling in your skin. You wondered if you were destined for this - a life dictated by god where autonomy may be gifted or provoked.

And if you were to see Jeffery as that god, he had chosen to take you in as his rascal stray kitten. There will be no more choices afforded to you besides those he'll offer. Either to obey or not to obey. To crawl or to not be afforded the chance to ever walk again.

You were on the cusp of that new version of normalcy, having started with whom you placed the blame on. Jefferey directed it at Cody, as did Cody directed it at Jeffery. They were both wrong.

This was your fault. Jeffery showed you how easy it was to make you disappear. He cleaned fast that first night, ten days ago. You wouldn't have realized a stranger in the dark. He packed clothing for Cody and you, alongside sentimental items you'd fail to leave behind. He took a handful of Percs for the road and set up a snorting station of crushed Valium in the middle of your coffee table.

Jeffery had ushered you over by your biceps. He urged you to snort what you could of the powder. "Only a little, hun. He'll take the rest."

You wailed into your hands. Any and all protests were stumped in the pits of your belly. Drowsiness threatened to take you. But, your heart seemed to pound greatly outside of your body.

Jeffery whispered, "Please." He brought your head to his, forehead to forehead. "I promise, you'll sleep this all off. I love you. All I ask of you is to do this one thing to ensure our future."

"H-how?" Your voice sounded feral.

"You need to disappear. I'm setting the scene..." Jeffery brought your hands together. "If you aren't all mine, I can't stand it."

You gnawed on your lips, "How would this make me disappear?"

"I thought of many scenarios," Jeffery began, using his other hand to smooth flyaway strands from your face. His thumb rested upon your cupid's bow. "Most of them endited you for murder. But, I don't want people to think bad of you... So the plan is to-umm..." It seemed hard for him to set his words in order. He started once in stutters then he collapsed back against your boyfriend's bound leg. Jeffery basked in the silence.

Cody winced, flailing his limbs as best he could against the restraint. His muffled voice berated against your skull's cavity. Jeffery cleared his throat to begin anew. "Frankly... this world wouldn't miss druggie one," He slammed his fist hard into Cody's gut who began to wheeze while constricting in on himself as best he could. "Shut the fuck up! I told you if you attract the neighbors, I gut you. Now..."

Jeffery brought your head back to his. "You are druggie two. One and Two go missing. Then the cops assume these... 'lovers' fled together."

"And snorting Val?"

"You two were high off all the shit you took tonight. Friday nights are your weakness. The Valium is to cement the final hoora! of the night! Then I'll drive your car to the edge of town where there's no security, I'll withdraw money in his clothes, then dump him somewhere. And I get to have you! We can start our new lives with each other."

You blinked rapidly then slowed to the rhythm of your breaths. Were you ever breathing? "D-uuh Dump him... where exactly?"

"Anywhere. I don't know. I never disposed of a body. I'm doing this for you. You're my first. Will be... at least. After you, I won't be a vir- ah ah vir... virgin."

"Jeffery," You shuttered. "That's stupid."

"Which part? The virg-"

"No, not that. The dump his body somewhere -that part." You rubbed your eyes. You can't believe what you're about to do. "It would ruin all of this-" You waved your hand around. "If anyone finds the body."

Jeffery hummed, "Then what would you do?"

"Take him with us. That way you could think of a better solution. We could come up with something better!" You blamed the Percs. But it was all you leading at this moment. "I-uh don't know. We could chop him up or... or um."

What the fuck are you supposed to do? What exactly could you do to keep Cody alive? Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck?

You gathered Jeffery's collar at the scruff of his neck. You huffed into the space between you before breaching the surface tension. His lips were chapped against yours, thin and twitched at first contact. Cody stomped furiously, swinging forward and back until he tipped over on his wrist. You watched his head crack down on the pavement.

"If no one cares about two druggies. Then, no one would care if I had fucked someone before high tailing it. Maybe you could convince the police that I had an affair. Cody found out, and then he murdered me outside of town in the dark spooky woods." You inhaled deep as you climbed Jeffery's knee. "You're right... he's a bastard."

You settled your fingertips on his neck, cupping his Adam's apple. "I want him to suffer. And he should see me enjoy our new life. Starting with me pleasing you."

Jeffery's eyes dart to your chest as you lean over him to glare at the nothingness behind. You were stalling. You felt too weak to run or to put up a fight. Morning would come eons from now, it seemed.

You had to keep him here until then.

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Jeffery had sat enamored at your little performance. He kept his eye trained on your spasming body as you rocked faster into his leg. He'd known your druggie boy-toy trained you to drip at the gulp of a Perc, but he didn't expect to reap the benefits so soon. His brain fogged as the butterfly kisses you swept over his collarbone came up to his ear.

His mouth salivated at the faintest breath. He trembled as you bit his ear with tender care. Jeffery convinced himself of your love. This had to mean you loved him back. You had chosen him in the end over the waste of human parts. Your ex didn't use his eyes to watch anime nor did he jack off to big-breasted waifus. His dick had never spurt ropes of sperm into the air at watching a 2D woman leaking men's cum.

Not like Jeffery did. And all those nights felt like preparation for the day you saw him in his truest light. One which can now be actualized!

He would no longer be a virgin. Thanks to you.

Jeffery compared himself to Cody who had never had to imagine the subtle dips of a woman's hips as he did. He saw how the Baka would greedily smack your flesh. He knew that Baka had felt your pulsating entrance around his unsavory shaft. Jeffery wished to rid you of the phantom touch of your ex by burying his face deep into your pussy.

He felt rushed to gather its aroma on his palette. If only you would let him. Jeffery felt too afraid to string you to his whim when you chased pleasure so eagerly from his body.

He wondered if you would even want him to. He could try taking the reigns. Yet your lips slotted over Jeffery's like water over ice. He had to stifle a pitiful whine. His brain short-circuited at each pass of your tongue over his teeth. Jeffery's hand searched frantically the globes on your chest. He came to twiddle with your nipples.

You circled your hips to the beat of his thumb pressing down on your peaks. It was too good to be true. This must've been in a dream that he carded away in the depths of his depravity.

Your pussy mound molded over his thigh, wetting his jeans. What a sweet dream. Jeffery planned to relive the moment in all future sex encounters. He'll be in his late seventies, jacking off to the memory.

It has been hours since that moment came to pass. Jeffery caved to your sly demands. Cody lived another day. He knew you.

However, you'll soon realize that this was a part of the plan. Jeffery needed you to kill the piece of shit. How else would you move on if you painted him out to be the monster? Jeffery couldn't have you glorify the fucker in death. You would twist the truth in your sweet little head. All Cody's abuse, a symbol of his love that he's dead.

Hopefully, you finish the Baka off sooner rather than later. Jeffery had designed the attic with only you and him in mind.

Jeffery wiped your swollen cheeks. You were a princess adorned above your Sailor Moon duvet. He felt his cock swell with need at your peaceful yet grief-stricken face.

Three's a crowd.

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Thank you for reading! Request rules are here! Follow my ig = lil.thoughts.xo! Decided not to do the cosplay idea. Maybe in another fic not related to this concept. Wrote the ending in the dead of night bc I would've put it off.

Part One, Part Two

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Tag list (y’all are depraved for wanting more)

@constellyations, @bladestits, @m1sscreep, @ilyquanxi, @opalineishere, @sakurashana

Will edit it later. Come back in 2 days, maybe I'll add an actual penetration scene. Or part 4, just smut, little plot. I get too into the plot thoooooo

#class of 09 #class of 09 the re up #jeffery class of 09 #smut fic #male yandere x reader #yandere #college au #tw noncon #tw drugs #tw kidnapping #cosplay #y’all are sick #go to therapy #part three in this bitch #tag list

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janeyseymour · 6 days ago

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Never in a Million Years, Unless... part 4, final

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Summary: melissa schemmenti said she’d never do a lot of things. until you come along.

WC: ~3.05k

The idea of planning a wedding with Melissa is easy enough. While she’s the one who had proposed marriage, she’s done this before- you haven’t. So, while her hand is in the mix when it comes to decisions, it’s mostly what you want. She’ll put her two sense in when she deems it necessary, but for the most part, it’s you.

You won’t lie, you’re exhausted over all of the wedding planning on top of teaching. Pulling off a wedding is long and hard. Nights usually end in you falling asleep with various papers scattered over you, a mix of papers to look through for the wedding and IEP papers for your students. You’re exhausted throughout the weekdays, and weekends that were once spent lazing around and soaking up any energy you could for the upcoming week are replaced with going to different venues, different fittings, various tastings…

But that day comes and goes. Mr. Johnson walks Melissa down the aisle, your own father walks you down. Jacob ends up officiating the wedding, being something of a son to your now wife. Barbara stands at the redhead’s side, while you have Janine standing by yours. You’re officially Mrs. Schemmenti. The plaque by your doors change from ‘Ms. Schemmenti’ and ‘Ms. Y/N’ to ‘Mrs. Schemmenti’s outside of both of your classrooms. The rings that you wear stay on your fingers and sparkle brightly.

Not much changes in all actuality. Before the two of you officially decided to tie the knot, you were essentially married anyway. The two of you still live the lives that you did as girlfriends.

About a year goes by as married women before your mother begins asking you again when you’ll have a child on Christmas Eve.

“Mom,” you sigh out softly from your place beside Melissa. Her hand lays gently on your thigh.

“I’ll I’m saying is-”

“I don’t know that we want kids, Mom,” you tell your mother very flatly. “We both have a lot going on with the kids at school as it is.”

That first statement doesn’t necessarily tell the whole truth. You would like to have children of your own. But you know that your wife doesn’t- that topic was one that you spoke about in detail when you were getting serious.

“Those aren’t kids that I get to spoil though,” your mother argues back.

You have to bite your tongue from lashing out on the holiday, but your wife just chuckles from beside you, squeezing your leg gently. “We’ll see,” is all she says before dotting a few warm kisses to the side of your head.

You turn to look at her with furrowed brows, and she just gives you a smile that tells you that you’ll speak about it later.

Of course, you both get swept up in holiday traditions, and the topic of potentially having children of your own doesn’t come up again that day. You’re both exhausted by the festivities, and you’re asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

But come Christmas Day, you’re settling on your couch in the living room again with a stack of presents for each other.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” Melissa tells you softly as she hands you the last present that she has for you.

Your eyes sparkle with love for the redhead that you’re lucky enough to call your wife. “Hun, you already got me enough.”

“Just open this one,” she prompts. “I think you’ll like it.”

With a lifted brow, you begin to carefully unwrap the present, and when you open the box, there’s a few things in it.

a stuffed bear and a… a onesie?

“Mel, what?” you turn to look at the woman sitting next to you. “What is this?”

You know she isn’t pregnant. There’s physically no possible way for either of you to be pregnant at this moment.

“I’m ready.”

Your eyes immediately begin to well with tears. “Mel, I-” You wipe at your eyes frantically as you continue to look at the items in the box. You pull them out carefully to get a better look at them. They’re- they’re absolutely precious.

“Mel, you told me-”

“I told you a lot of things,” your wife says softly as she reaches up to brush away the remaining tears from your cheeks. “I told you I would never date a coworker, I told you I would never get married again, I told you I wouldn’t ever take the plastic off my couches or lamp. Didn’t I do all those things anyway?”

“Y-yeah,” you choke out.

“You’re the miracle in my life, babe,” Melissa tells you with conviction. She leans in to kiss you gently. “So, what if I changed my mind on this one thing too?”

Your arms around your wife tightly, tears clouding your eyes again as you truly realize that she’s serious about having a baby with you if you’re ready. “Really?”

“Really,” the redhead mumbles into your hair. “I know you want at least one, and I- I’m ready to take that on, as long as it’s with you.”

And so, once the holiday season is over, you begin to pour over your options in terms of how you want to go about attempting to have a child. It does sadden you slightly that the two of you can’t make a baby on your own- that this child will not have the DNA that your wife does entirely- but one of her brothers is more than willing to help you with this affair.

The only person aside from your brother in-law to know is Barbara Howard. Melissa and you confide in her quietly during a professional development day when you both seem more stressed than usual.

“Melissa, dear,” the kindergarten teacher knocks on her doorframe softly. She had really only come down to see if the three of you were going to lunch like you usually do on these days, but what she had walked into was not what she was expecting to see. Where your wife would usually be scrolling on her phone, glasses on the tip of her nose, because she was caught up with her work, Barbara sees the redhead with her head in her hands, fingers entangled in the curls. Where you would be humming quietly as you plan for the next coming days, you’re near tears.

“Girls?” your grade level partner comes into the room and shuts the door behind her. “Is now not a good time?”

That gets your wife to look up, although you continue to stare down at the papers in front of you.

“Melissa, what’s going on?” Barbara treads lightly.

“Stressed to hell and back,” your wife grumbles. “Trying to-” She glances to you. “Trying to have a baby is… good lord.”

Brown eyes widen, and perfectly sculpted brows creep up the kindergarten teacher’s face. “What?”

“We haven’t told anyone,” you whisper. “But I- we’re trying to get pregnant, and it’s… it’s just been a lot.”

Barbara nods sympathetically and pulls you into a warm hug. “I understand that. I’m sorry it’s been so hard.”

“Three treatments,” you sniffle out. “We have one more shot, and then we won’t have the money to try again for… for a long time.”

“Oh honey,” the kindergarten teacher whispers as she rubs circles on your back. “Sweetheart.”

“I- I don’t know what we’re doing wrong,” you mumble into her shoulder.

Melissa groans again. “I told you, you ain’t doin’ anything wrong. I don’t know how many fuckin’ times I have to tell you that.”

“Melissa,” Barb tries to cut in.

“It just- it takes time. And maybe now isn’t our time,” your wife continues.

You whip around and look at her, tears and remnants of mascara streaming down her face. “Is our time going to come then? What if it doesn’t? We’ve been through this three times, we’re- we’re running out of time!”

Green eyes meet yours, and you can tell that she’s ready to fight fire with fire, but at your heartbroken look, she softens. “Honey.”

“I can’t keep doing this!” you cry. “I- I can’t! Do you know the toll that it’s taking on me, physically and mentally? I-” you lose yourself to tears, hugging yourself and not even bothering to wipe at your eyes anymore. There’s no use.

Melissa sighs and she makes her way over to you, wrapping you up in her own arms. “Mi amore.”

“I- I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” your wife tells you softly as she kisses your temple. “I’m the one who should be sorry… I shouldn’t have started swearing.”

You chuckle through your thick tears. “Maybe not.”

“I’ll be sure to pray over the two of you,” Barb promises. “I’ll leave you be for now.”

“We’re still going to lunch, right?” You look up. “I- I think we could all use some time out of this damned building.”

“If that’s what you want,” your counterpart tells you. “But I also won’t say nothin’ if you two decide to just go home at lunch… not like Ava’s here to notice anyway, and I know the two of you are all caught up on your work.”

Your wife’s eyes twinkle with just a bit of mischief. “We might sneak out then, if that’s alright with you.”

“I’ll swear Janine to secrecy and take her out to lunch as a bribe,” Barbara chuckles as she turns on her heel.

“Thank you,” you call softly as you wipe your nose with a tissue.

“Of course,” your grade partner replies. Then she turns back to face you. “And hey, I’ll be praying for you.”

When the rest of the crew sees you and Melissa leaving the school with all of your bags come lunch time, well… Barbara Howard is there to shoot them daggers and dare them to challenge her authority in not saying anything.

By the time your fourth and final appointment comes around, you and your wife had made peace with the fact that it just may not be in the cards for you to have a child of your own this way. You’ve discussed other options- adoption, foster care. No matter what, the two of you have decided that whatever happens is okay. There’s no more stress around it.

You leave the appointment not feeling any different than you had before you had gone in. Time will just have to tell.

The time comes for you to take that damned test again, and you really aren’t expecting anything to come from it.

“Whatever happens, happens,” you sigh as take the test from your wife’s hand. She kisses you softly and nods before you disappear behind the door.

You do your business, set it on the counter, start your timer, and then walk out of the room. You can’t just sit there for the next five minutes dwelling on it.

“I love you,” Melissa whispers as she takes you into her arms gently.

“I love you too,” you mumble as you sit down on the bed.

The next few minutes feel like hours as you mindlessly scroll through social media. But then your phone starts to buzz, signifying the time is up, and your fate is in the bathroom.

You take a deep, fortifying breath to steady yourself. Melissa just squeezes your shoulder gently before the two of you make your way out of your bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Are you ready?” the redhead asks you softly.

You shrug. “I have to be, right?”

“Whatever it says, we’re going to be okay,” Melissa promises you. “No matter what.”

Neither of you makes a move towards the test.

“Can you look at it?” you ask as you hug yourself tightly. “I- I’m nervous.”

“Yeah,” your wife sighs softly. “I can look.”

You turn your back to the test, facing the mirror, although you keep your eyes down. You don’t want to see the look of disappointment on her face when she sees that it reads negative again like you had the other three times.

Because you’re facing away from your wife, you don’t see the wide eyes or the grin that appear on her face almost as soon as she reads that one simple word: positive. She sets the test back down on the counter and looks to you.

Her arms snake their way around your waist and gently pry your hands away from your body.

“Stop hogging our baby,” she teases you softly.

It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in, but when they do, your jaw drops. You freeze in her arms.

“What did you just say?”

“I said to stop hogging our baby,” your wife repeats. “Let me in on the cuddles.”

“You- we’re- it worked?” you stammer out as you turn to face the redhead.

She nods with an ear splitting grin on her face. “It worked, mi amore. It worked.”

“We’re going to be parents?” you ask her, tears of joy rapidly falling down your face.

She nods again. “We’re going to be parents.”

You and Melissa both understand that you’re quite early into the pregnancy, and there is a risk this early on, so you don’t announce anything quite yet. And it’s difficult to do so. Your excitement is hard to contain, and your wife’s is even more so.

Morning sickness hits you hard. It hits you hard, and it hits you out of nowhere- which only makes it more difficult to keep this big secret of yours between you and your wife.

You’ve taken to eating lunch in your classroom more often, under the guise of having things to work on and prepare for. In reality, the many different aromas that swirl through the break room are enough to make you want to vomit the second you step into the room- much less sit there for thirty minutes.

Those who aren’t aware that you were going through fertility treatments are none the wiser, accepting that you’ve got more on your plate than usual this year. But Melissa knows. And she has an inkling that Barbara is aware of it too.

That suspicion is confirmed when your grade level partner comes into your classroom one morning with you bent over the trashcan and your wife holding your hair back for you.

“Oh honey,” the kindergarten teacher mumbles as she makes her way into the classroom and shuts the door behind her. “I’m assuming that last round worked?”

You close your eyes as yet another wave of nausea ripples its way through your body, but you force yourself to nod. “Please tell me all of this nausea is worth it.”

“I was sick as hell with Taylor,” Barbara sighs. “It’s worth it.” She then proceeds to pull a bag of something out of her purse and hands it to your wife. “These might help. My niece had terrible morning sickness with her son, and these lollipops did wonders for her.”

“Thank you,” Melissa smiles softly. She reaches the hand that isn’t holding your hair up and gently squeezes her best friend’s wrist.

“How far along?”

“Eight,” your wife relays. “It’s been like this for the last two weeks.”

“Well, hopefully those work,” Barb shrugs. She turns on her foot to leave the two of you be, but she stops herself in her tracks. “Congratulations, you two. You’re going to make wonderful mothers to a very lucky baby.” You hear her press a kiss to Melissa’s cheek before you feel one being planted on the top of your head.

As soon as you’re finished emptying the contents of your stomach, your wife hands you the small container of mouthwash that you now keep in your purse. You take it with a grateful smile before spitting it out into the trash can. Melissa closes it up quickly and takes it out of the room before she reenters and hands you a lollipop.

“Mel, I don’t want a lollipop,” you chuckle softly.

She insists you take it. “Barb said it’s supposed to help with the morning sickness.”

You’ve never open a sucker so quickly.

Those things work like a miracle, and you keep them on hand for the rest of your pregnancy.

When it comes time to tell the Abbott clan, you’re thirteen weeks and you’re able to conceal the newly appearing bump under slightly baggy sweaters and shirts. The group is thrilled with this news, clearly excited to shower the newest addition to the Abbott family with lots of love.

After telling them, they’re all a bit more mindful of what they bring into the staff room for lunch- a considerate gesture. They’re constantly bringing in little gifts for your unborn baby. It was clear to you before how much your work family cared for you, but this only proves to you how lucky you are to have these ridiculous, goofy, wonderful, special people in your life.

And after what feels like forever, you’re holding a stunningly beautiful little girl in your arms.

“Margaret Jane,” you whisper to the little bundle of blankets. “Our little Maggie.”

“The little girl that we wished and prayed for,” your wife mumbles as she strokes your daughter’s cheek with the tip of her finger. Her eyes don’t leave the baby, but you feel a soft kiss being pressed to your head as she whispers, “I’m so proud of you.”

You look up at her tiredly, but the warm smile on your face hasn’t left since you were handed your girl for the first time a few hours ago. You lean up just slightly, as much as your aching body will allow. Your wife leans down the rest of the way to kiss you softly.

“You know,” Melissa sighs quietly. “If you had told a recently divorced me that this is what my life would turn out to be… having a perfect wife and a beautiful little girl I get to call my daughter, I would’ve told you that you were bat shit crazy- never in a million years would that happen.”

“I know,” you laugh tiredly.

“Miracles really do happen,” your wife says softly as her fingers brush over the small tufts of red hair atop your daughter’s head.

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nocturni3 · 1 year ago

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Miguel O’Hara x male reader: Daddy appreciation

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(TW: incorrect Spanish I’m not a Spanish speaker sorry, praise kink, IVF reference, infertility issues, depression, infertility treatment, IVF struggles, fatherhood, anal sex, handjob, body worship, doggy style, becoming parents, celebrating, slight daddy kink, slight public teasing, slight car sex, edging, stomach bulge, breeding kink, submissive headspace)

Months passed since the two lovers became engaged and things couldn’t be better for them both. It was as though things were beginning to look up for both Miguel and M/n as they moved outside the city; away from the loud noises, most of the crime, the stresses of Miguel being spiderman.

After Tyler Stone vanished after his failed attempt at getting his CEO position back from Miguel, Alchemax was slowly turning into a big corporation that began to take the city's poor and lower classes protests seriously. A corporation that both M/n and Miguel could be proud to work for.

With the help of Miguel’s mother as his secretary much to both men’s surprise she was good at both being a threatening force and yet a silvered tongued negotiator. What’s more M/n’s department got more funding to extend a larger hand in downtown clinics and ERs providing them with the newest and safest tech during surgeries, and treating illnesses and diseases that had been neglected by Tyler Stone.

It allowed M/n to move all his major work as head of the medical engineering department to their home; it felt unreal as though this shouldn’t have been possible for Miguel to live happily in a loving relationship with a house, and a ring on both fingers. Spiderman was needed less and less as most of the villains that littered the city were falling back into the shadows with Alchemaxs change of CEO, the change needed for a better future for everyone.

Looking around his new and much larger office that Miguel shared with M/n; he sighs, taking off his tinted glasses as he shuts the hologram screen off; after signing off another approval for the start of a more powerful environmental power grid to be placed downtown. To help clean the pollution and gasses that permeated the air quality.

Rubbing his sore eyes Miguel sighed as he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to breathe in the smell of M/n cooking them both an early lunch before their doctor appointment. An appointment they both were excited but scared to go too. After all it would be their 5th appointment of seeing if Miguel’s constant supplements had helped any with his sperm count; one of many side effects of his DNA being spliced with a spider. An effect he hated, despised so much that Miguel was losing hope with each failed test, with each failed attempt at fertilizing the donor's eggs; eggs that were running low with each failed appointment.

Miguel had his fair share of breakdowns as this was their best chance to have a kid, as M/n was deemed infertile the second round of IVF. A fact that had broken the two men; a hard fact that had all the pressure placed on Miguel which M/n tried his best to help Miguel through, but there was only so much his love and support to ease the pain and hole forming in Miguel’s chest each time they got the news of yet another failure.

Even with technically advancing the way it has been compared to the early versions of IVF in the early and mid 2000’s to now with the child being grown in a womb like environment eliminating the risk of miscarriage by a large margin.

There was only so much technology can fix when it came to a genetic code being altered in the way Miguel’s has. Only so much injections of enhanced vitamins could do for a body that was genetically modified, only so much it could fix an already broken-

“Miguel hun, lunch is ready! And your medicine too love

Miguel groaned, rubbing his face even more as the knot in his stomachs made it harder for him to want to eat anything. Made the decision to just ignore this one appointment to just wallow in his own self pity; maybe then Miguel wouldn’t need to take anymore injections. Resting his arms on the glass surface of his office table Miguel felt the tired, mental exhausted tears start to purs into his eyes as he tried his best to control the painful knot in his chest at the thought of this appointment being another nail in his self worth.

M/n looked at the still closed door of Miguel’s and his office. Seeing no sign of Miguel coming out M/n whipped his flour covered hands looking at the plate of hot steaming beef and veggie empanadas he had just finished cooking .

A recipe Conchata had given him after the two revealed their engagement to Miguel’s family; who all accepted the fact it was either accept the two for their love of the other or they’d lose Miguel for good.

M/n remembered holding Miguel’s hand throughout the entire exchange. He still held his finances hand through this difficult time in their lives; wanting to have a child to call their own. M/n despised not being about to take all the weight off of Miguel; he wished he could be the one going through the bull of the stress and pressure of these appointments.

But he wasn’t…he was completely infertile; the Lilly hood of him having a kid even with IVF was zero. The least he could do for Miguel was make him as comfortable as he could for as long as the both of them wanted to keep trying.

After all it was ‘through sickness or health, til death’; the ring on his finger made it all a reality. They were starting the next chapter of their lives together. The wedding was all set up, the venue paid for, their suits tailored and ready. They bought a house! But even that wasn’t enough for what their hearts truly craved for a child; a kid they could both raise and watch grow up with two loving parents; far from the toxic lives the both of them had to endure.

They just had to wait and hope that this appointment was anything but good news for them. Placing the dirty kitchen towel on the counter M/n dusted what was left of flours and spices on his shirt. Before making his way to the closed black door of their modern homes office.

A light knock echoed throughout the house as m/n waited with baited breath for Miguel to answer him. Give him time to regain his composure before m/n enters.

Lyla looked over to Miguel who quickly wiped away the stray tears that escaped his normally composed face. She saw how much the two wanted a kid, even going as far as to pick out names ahead of time while planning their wedding. Even though she was sentient now she was still very limited on what she could do to help.

“Miguel”

“Hm”

Lyla forced a smile as she appeared next to Miguel’s shoulder, leaning over to look into his eyes getting his attention.

“M/n made your favorite!”

Lyla smile widen seeing Miguel’s frown turn into a small smile, as he scoffs his face turning a shade of red as he once again mumbled,

“Shock, ¿qué hice para merecer a alguien como él?”

Lyla disappeared and reappeared, informing Miguel, smiling as she pulled at a holo pad tilting her glasses down on her nose as she spoke in a joking assertive voice.

“Ah well let’s see, you and hot stuff over there met, we’re friends for four years and in that same year became boyfriends, then from then on you two dated, kissed, kissed, oh wow looky! Nope, more kissing, proposal and now you two are trying for a kid!”

Lyla froze her small bit hitting a sore subject as she tossed the holo pad over her shoulder listening to it canish in pixels as she turned to see Miguel’s face turn hopeless once more.

“Trying and failing-“

Lyla quickly appeared in front of Miguel shushing him.

“Listen here! And listen closely Miguel, you're not failing! You and M/n aren’t failing at anything, you’ll see Miguel things will start looking up for the both of you-“

A soft knock at the door was heard as M/n’s voice spoke up. His voice was soft, calming, warm as he spoke to Miguel.

“Hun are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”

Clearing his throat Miguel waved Lyla away who huffed as she disappeared to another part of the house, continuing her installment of security measures.

“You don’t have to ask, this is your office too”

The door Jared opens revealing m/n whose clothes even after his attempt at dusting them off still had flour sticking to his shirt. Miguel smiled at M/n who made his way into their shared office, his eyes falling on the old day of the dead costume now turned spiderman suit that now mostly stayed locked for the time being behind a glass case.

The memories of Miguel saving him from a hostage and mugging, the moments the both of them spent in the other's arms comforting the other. loving each other with all their heart; Looking over to Miguel who began to fidget slightly as he started getting up only for M/n to make his way over to the stressed out man in front of him, placing his hands to Miguel’s tensed shoulders gently pushing him back into the comfortable office chair. Before leaning over the man who's had too much stress placed on his shoulders.

Leaning down M/n smiled his lips grazing Miguel’s, as he spoke his own hands running down Miguel’s muscular shoulders to his thighs massaging the even more tensed muscles. His hot breath landed against Miguel’s now parted lips as his focus turned from the stresses of their appointment to a need for a taste of M/n.

Miguel took in his fiancés appearance, his s/c skin that always seemed to glow anytime Miguel layed eyes on him, his H/l H/c hair that always managed to fall in the right places to frame his handsome features just right; enough to take Miguel’s breath away even after all these years Miguel would somehow still be flustered by the man in front of him.

“I know, but I figured you needed some time to yourself, didn’t want to interrupt your work mr. Sexy CEO”

M/n purred, closing the distance between their lips. Miguel sighed, feeling his entire body feel lighter as his hands reached up to take hold of M/n’s jaw gently rubbing it as they kissed.

The rhythm they kissed, the soft yet yearning for the others lips even after they had pulled away left the two nearly breathless as they stared at the other.

M/n smiled, leaning his face into Miguel’s hand, his own reaching for Miguel’s as they simply took in the atmosphere of this moment. The smell of food filling the air reminded the two of the meal waiting for them. Miguel sighed his face that had once been soft and relaxed after so long of stress now tensed at the approaching appointment. Another disappointment-

M/n kissed Miguel’s temple, feeling the pulse of the stressed out man in front of him who’s heart was beating rapidly.

“I know that face hun; this appointment has to be good news-“

“And what if it isn’t!”

Miguel shut his mouth at his outburst, his eyes burning once more that the thought of their doctors telling the couple more bad news or worse she’d tell them Miguel's sperm fertility was just not improving…that.

“Hun, it’s not hopeless, shock don’t say that anything but that, please.”

M/n’s voice creaked, he shook his head shoving his own feelings down, focusing on what he should say to Miguel who was losing hope.

“What else should I say, Cada visita es solo una pérdida de tiempo. I want to raise a kid with you so badly; I want to have a normal family with no strings attached…but every time we try Esta maldita genética mutante todavía lo arruina todo!”

M/n wiped away Miguel’s tears, ignoring his own that streamed down his face. They wanted to complete their family so badly, to raise their own family, to live a normal calm life. Seeing the man in front of him break down, his heart wide open and exposed, raw with grief and self hatred. He hated seeing Miguel so broken; going from a confident, strong headed, sarcastic hot shot to a broken mess in his arms M/n wanted to just take all the pain away.

“Miguel don’t say that”

“But it’s true, if I never tried to cure myself, never got my genetic code rewritten with a spider we wouldn’t-“

“I wouldn’t be alive”

“Huh-“

“Miguel, if none of this happened to you, if you never became spiderman…I would’ve died that night. Spiderman wouldn’t have saved so many lives, and even if you weren’t spiderman we both know you wouldn’t have just sat by and watched Alchemax keep hurting people. Things happen in ways that force us all to adapt, evolve in ways that shock even ourselves, be it in a positive or negative light. But don’t ever hate yourself ever, no matter what happens now to the future miguel I’m just happy to have you in my life, to have a kid with you and we will Miggy we just have to be patient a little bit longer”

Miguel leaned his head into the crook of m/n’s neck as he let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around m/n waist and back breathing in his scent. Mixed with expensive cologne and food had Miguel’s heart lighten; feeling truly at home in m/n’s arms, holding his soon to be husband.

“Estoy tan cansado de esperar”

“Oh hun I know, I know but we have to try and stay positive the best we can…which food can help com one handsome let’s eat and get you your injection before the doctor tears our heads off”

“Ugh, shock not another shot”

M/n stood up taking Miguel’s hand pulling him up from his chair pulling the muscular taller man against his own chest. The sounds of birds outside singing with the distant sounds of yard drones cutting the neighbors yards. It felt truly like home, staring down at M/n who caressed Miguel’s jaw luring him down for a peak.

“It’s just a small prick, besides hun I made your favorite food; managed to get your mom’s recipe”

Miguel peaked those intoxicating lips once more, his arms wrapping behind his lover's head. Untaloned Mighuel ran his fingers through the soft hair; gently tugging out knots as he gazed into the E/c eyes that stared back at him with such love it only luring him in even more; a siren song with no dangers.

“And how did you manage to do that? That woman keeps her recipes closer to her heart then that hun of hers”

Smirked, M/n flipped his head to the side, side eyeing Miguel.

“I have my ways, she’s not so secretive if you hang her dirty laundry out in front of her. Besides, it’s the least she could do after dragging our love through the mud. Now stop deflecting, let's eat before we go okay. And Miguel I love you just remember that no matter what I love you”

Leaning down Miguel pressed the twos for heads together, smiling allowing his teeth to show. His old confidence came back in full; feel much better than before.

~~~~~~

At that moment he was, but now that the couple sat in their room waiting for their reproductive endocrinologist Miguel became an anxiety riddled mess as he sat on top of the examination table trying to at the very least keep his talons in check as to not hurt the hand that was intertwined with his.

“Shh babe, just remember to breathe okay.”

Miguel tried to follow m/ns advice but even that wasn’t helping as Miguel squeezed his hand slightly as he kept his eyes moving around the room, reading the small posters featuring information on IVF and it’s almost beaconful message of;

‘We make families whole!’

Scoffing Miguel looked over to M/n who had his full attention on rubbing Miguel’s clenched hand, trying to sooth Miguel’s anxiety. Realizing he was hurting him Miguel eased his grip on his reassuring fiancé who leaned over in his chair placing a tame kiss upon Miguel’s quivering one.

His voice was like satin, soft and calming as he spoke with such confidence Miguel yearned to have such hope like M/n had.

“She’ll be here real soon hun, they are very busy today”

“I know but we’ve been waiting for an hour! Can they get this over with-“

“Hey now what did we talk about in the taxi hun?”

Miguel wanted to cop attitude but seeing the look M/n gave him Miguel sighed, taking a deep breath calming his already breaking heart at the news he knew they’d get once again. Breathing out Miguel pressed his head against M/n’s staring at their interwoven hands staring at the red diamond that sat set into the tungsten carbide band engraved with the couples most charashed phrase,

‘Mi única luz en la vida’

Words Miguel knew were far more truer now than ever before. His gaze soon fell to staring at m/n who smiled softly, even though he looked hopeful Miguel sensed he was just as much of a nervous wreck as he was.

“Try and stay hopeful-“

A small knock interrupted the couples thoughts as their doctor walked in, her holo pad along with her AI who processed the data came walking in. She was anything but a straight to the point, take not shot doctor. As she looked up her glasses caught the bright lights that had Miguel wearing his tinted sunglasses.

“Mr.O’Hara and Mr.L/N; I know you both what nothing more then to know the news-“

M/n smiled his voice loud and excited as he gave Miguel’s hand a slight squeeze as he spoke.

“Do we ever, it’s good news right doc?”

Miguel felt his fiancés hands shaking as they clasped over Miguel’s. Who now comforted M/n as his voice cracked some. Miguel clenched his teeth as tears began to gather.

“You both have been going through the highest levels of IVF, the most expensive treatments for infertility in men your age group and on top of that 5 separate appoints with no promising outcomes-“

‘Here it comes-‘

“Which is why I’m pleased to tell you both good news!”

Tears fell from Miguel’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his and M/n’s hands gripping earthers tightly as the news left the doctors lips, her smile widening as she call for her AI to pull up the photos of a artificial womb with a small fetus floating within a time counting down twirls the date their child would be ‘born’.

“You both will be proud dads of a healthy baby girl! Congratulations!”

M/n yelled out pulling Miguel into a tight embrace, tears streaming down both soon to dads faces. Miguel began crying as well as he gripped the back of M/n’s shirt as he sobbed in pure relief of happiness. Almost disbelief as they stared at the photo given to the two of the child’s ‘ultrasound’. Standing up M/n wrapped his arm around Miguel’s waist as he asked the doctor questions Miguel didn’t bother to pay attention to as he held the photo in his hands, seeing their baby, their own daughter! Alive and healthy, a clear bill of health.

“When will she be fully developed I know this kind of new technology is recently upgraded and such with nutrition and growth potential en-“

“She’ll be born and ready for the both of you to take her home in around 3 months as long as she stays on the growth patterns she’s been showcasing. Rest assured mr.m/l, ohara we’re ensuring this little princess will be well taking cared of and safe”

Both parents sighed at the news, Miguel looked over to M/n who looked about ready to start crying himself at the news. The news they’ve been waiting for so long; was coming true, they’ll be parents with a baby girl running around. A strong, healthy baby girl.

“Now then I’ll just be right outside filling out your paperwork make sure to talk to the front office for your own paperwork to fill out, her name, legal parents that sort of thing, nothing to serious”

Miguel still could barely believe it even as he looked back down at the ultrasound seeing the small fetus that would soon grow into a baby; Their baby, migue leaned his body weight against M/n who smiled tears filling his own eyes as he held his fiancé.

“Thank you Dr.Lee, I-I don’t know how to even word just how much this means to us.”

Dr.lee smiled, placing a hand upon the couple's still interwoven hand.

“No need to thank me for doing my job, and once again congratulations Mr.l/n, Mr. ohara”

The door closed behind the doctor giving the new parents time to process the news of their daughter. M/n squeezed Miguel’s body closer to his as the two stood looking at the small ultrasound of their daughter. M/n smiled as Miguel's lips crashed against his own in a raw emotional moment of tears of both fathers, as overjoyed tears streamed down their faces: as all the stress and heartache finally vanished after months of wanting and waiting for this same news.

“W-we’re having a baby”

M/n smiled down at Miguel pulling his body flushed against his chest his hands gripping him by his waist his fingers soon running up Miguel’s white long sleeve shirt messaging the tension in his back out. Littering Miguel’s tear stain face with peaks with sweet nothings.

“ we’re having a little Gabriella, you did it hun; shock im so happy right now!”

Miguel’s eyes brightened kissing M/n back with a new found exuberance at the realization of this being real. That this was happening, that they were starting a family together. With a daughter they both always wanted Miguel’s hands wrapped around m/n’s neck basking in the joy the two felt,

“I guess this is the part I admit you were right?”

Laughing m/n held Miguel’s face in his hands leaning close enough for their noses to touch.

“Nah, I mean sure it’s nice to be proven right but now all I care about is that our daughter is safe and healthy and taking you out to celebrate…maybe invite the family?”

Miguel laughed, nudging his nose against m/ns shaking his head.

“You just wanna show off Gabriella don’t you”

“And why shouldn’t I? After all she’s our daughter, our strong, healthy, beautiful baby”

~~~~~

M/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself during dinner; and how could he? With Miguel sitting beside him as he spoke to Gabriel who seemed more distant and out of it, Miguel tried not to get sidetracked with the hand that slowly moved its way farther up his thigh. But the more he tried to ignore the hand that rubbed up and down his thigh getting closer to his slowly stirring cock. Trying to calm his body’s reaction Miguel tried asking Gabriel how his own fiancé was doing with her pregnancy.

“Oh she’s fine…when she’s not obsessing over spiderman. After all he’s the protector of the people right?-aye mamá! ¿Para qué era eso!”

Gabriel winced as Conchata hit the back of his head with his palm as she finished drinking her drink. Setting the drink down she turned to Gabe who seemed to know he messed up poorly as she began talking in her authoritative voice that made even Miguel tense up as. M/n tore his eyes away from the uncomfortable situation of watching an adult being ridiculed by his own mother.

“that was for disrespecting the man who managed to keep downtown safe while your stupid fiance and her useless rebel group got in spider man's way most of the time!El hecho de que esa rata sin hogar te haya abierto las piernas no significa que empieces a faltarle el respeto al hombre que está ayudando a tu hermano a sacar el crimen de las calles.”

Miguel had to force his face to stay as blank as he could as he took a bite from his meal, staring at the two members of his family arguing. While trying his best to not buckle against M/n's hand that now cupped his covered cock in his hand.

Messaging the area with a straight face side eyeing Miguel with a look that had Miguel’s stomachs knot up with lust; his cock throbbed against M/n’s hand earning Miguel a smile from M/n as his attention turn back to his mother and brother who were in an argument that was gaining some attention from the other people eating; clearing his throat M/n smiled at the two as he spoke a lovable tone calmed the two in laws down as he spoke.

“What we wanted to tell you both is that well…Miguel did we grab the photos?”

Miguel took a sip of his drink, nodding clearing his throat as he reached into his pocket grabbing the two ultrasound of the IVF womb with their soon to be daughter inside looking in her seventh month. Miguel’s hands shook not from nervousness even though he knew his mother and brother would take it as such but that was far from the reason he was quivering as the hand messaging his slowly hardening cock rubbed and cupped around him firmer.

“Mamá, Gabriel y M/N y yo estamos teniendo un bebé.”

Miguel’s smile widened, handing his mom and baby brother their own ultrasound pictures of his and M/ns baby girl.Gabriel practically yanked the ultrasound out of Miguel’s hand only for his scowl to turn into a look of pure adoring as he looked at his niece, his face beaming at the small image.

Conchata grabbed a hold of the small photo looking at the ultrasound . The stoic scowl that seemed to always be stuck on her face vanished as she looked down at the photo running his hand over the polished image of the baby curled up covering its face.

“Do you know the gender yet?”

Her voice softened as she stared over at the couple who looked at one another for permission. Miguel smiled at his mom,

“She’s a girl, a strong, healthy girl”

“What are you naming her! Did you come up with names yet?”

Gabe shouted as he leaned over the table at the couple.

“Yeah we settled on Gabriella for her. It just fits her don’t you think”

M/n's hand lightened its messaging of Miguel’s covered cock, Miguel’s one hand gripping the hand in place wanting it to stay, to keep its teasing as it stroked the straining fabric against his now hardened cock.

“Sure does! Now I know how to embarrass her haha Gabriel and Gabriella! Genius M/n!”

“Actually man it was Miguel who chose the name. He seemed dead set on the name and who am I to tell him no”

M/n smirked, kissing Miguel on his cheek; Gabriel’s chest clenched seeing the happy couple. Seeing his older brother aka spiderman in a loving relationship while his own as being torn apart because of Spiderman!

Looking away Gabriel grabbed his drink, chugging the rest of the alcohol, getting an elbow in his ribs by his mom who corrected his manners.

“Don’t drink like that”

Resisting the urge to yell at his mom who now favored his more successful CEO brother. Instead Gabe apologizes for his hasty celebration. Congratulating the couple before standing up excusing himself for leaving early.

“Do you want us to pay for a taxi for you Gabe!-“

“No, I'm good! Congrats again miggy!”

Miguel sighed, placing his head into his hands rubbing his temple looking towards his mom, who was now standing up grabbing her jacket, rolling her eyes at Gabriel’s ‘childish behavior’ stating she had to get going. Saying she had an appointment with a friend.

As both of the couple watched as the two rushed out leaving M/n and Miguel alone at the table. M/n’s other hand guiding Miguel’s hurt expression to face him kissing his fiancé who’s family rushed out as fast as they came. M/n knew the family had a toxic streak but to just ditch a celebration of a new member of the family coming soon…m/n knew it cut Migue deep.

Leaning forward M/n pressed his lips against Miguel’s, being glad the couple chose a booth seat as not many people bothered to look at the couple.

The hand that messaged Miguel’s cock gripped his balls harder, fondling them the best they could with; making Miguel pant, trying to keep his face and noises down as they were still in a public space surrounded by intel’s other people.

“We’ll celebrate in our own way after all You're getting pretty horny now aren’t you hot stuff?”

Miguel’s other hand gripped around M/n's wrist for support as his hand began palming his cocks head through his jeans. It took all his will power to not throw his head back from the pleasure and teasing he never knew he missed getting from his other half; who’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his hot breath brushing against Miguel’s skin had his skin shiver with goosebumps all in anticipation…hinging on every word the man in front of him whispered.

“Wanna treat my baby’s daddy just right, gotta make him feel real appreciated”

Miguel let out a soft gasp moan as lips trailed down his jaw to his neck. Miguel couldn’t take much more, his cocks throbbing became painful, his legs were turning into jelly at the images runny through his dirty, horny mind.

Would his throat be fucked raw? On his back taking his lover's cock? Would he fuck him like an animal in heat, pull his hair, mark him. Miguel’s grip tightened around M/n's wrist while his free hands talons tore through the leather of the booths seats.

Feeling M/n smirk against his neck Miguel sighed leaning his head against m/n chest; embarrassed wasn’t the word he’d describe himself, there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came down to their lust for each other, PDA a sign for either of them to get home fast or there was no stopping them from indulging in their carnal desires for pleasure.

For many men Miguel’s size being the ‘bottom’ was embarrassing, to look too weak so fragile for any amount of touch to satisfy their needs. To Miguel it was pure bliss to let the walls down to let someone else take control to be in charge of his own pleasure. Someone like M/n who knew Miguel’s body inside and out, knew ways to make Miguel go limp at the near thought of getting fucked raw with carnal, primal lust and desire.

Feeling m/ns lips leave his neck Miguel clung to him jerking his hips slightly against the hot palm rubbing him through his pants. His focus was beginning to slip with each thrust of m/ns palm against the head of the aching cock. So much heat burning in his stomachs Miguel felt his control slipping even more as his fangs ached leaking bits of his own venom into his mouth mixing with his drool in ways that had his tongue buzzing with the bitter sweet taste.

“Por favor, te necesito tanto que duele el amor”

M/n's hand palming softened its unbearable teasing as he pulled Miguel’s head into his neck area as his voice shouted out to their waitress. Miguel’s large muscular body tenses at slight fear of being caught in the act had Miguel regain some sense through the cloud of heated lust.

“Excuse me, could you call up an auto taxi please? We both must have drank more than we thought.”

Miguel let out a strained moan at the sudden strong rubbing that started once more. His mind rendered into a fog of pleasure struggling to keep itself focused on the act of staying aware of the situation they were in. He could hardly even focus on what their waitress was saying.

“Oh of course sir I’ll go do that right away, was your automatic payment set up for when you leave?”

“Oh yeah it’s all set up, tell the cooks good job on the food yeah and here's a tip for the trouble.”

“Oh there’s no need but thank you so much sir, the taxi will be here soon!”

Miguel let out a groan of relief with the deparcher of the young waitress. Trying his best to play it off as him being ‘drunk’ that didn’t stop M/n from kissing down his jaw to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin near Miguel’s ear; sucking the skin leaving hickeys from his jaw down his neck. The grip Miguel’s talons had on the leather seat tightened even farther, tearing more of it in their wake of pleasure.

“joder a la mierda por favor necesito sentir tus manos a mi alrededor, I can’t take it anymore-“

“Mr.l/n your taxi is here!”

Miguel’s face tensed his eyes clenched shut, his lips swollen from his teeth biting down to keep the moans from pouring from them. But m/ns hand didn’t light up even as his sweetened voice. But Miguel knew the slight straining behind it as M/n's hand tugged Miguel’s shirt from his pants helping Miguel hide his rage ig boner as the two stood up.

M/n gathered most of their stuff, wrapping his hand around Miguel’s waist as he ‘helped’ Miguel walk outside to their taxi that waited for them, it became harder to walk from the anticipation of whatever was in store for him once they both got into the hover car.

Tossing their coats into the hover car M/n held the door open for miguel who only had one foot into the car before hands rubbing up his covered spine before lips kissed behind his ear, Miguel groaned when a hand gripped his straining cock firmly before letting Miguel go to get into the taxi.

The autopilot chimed on,

-“Please enter in destination requirements”-

M/n closed the doors hatch, without hesitation M/n swung his leg over Miguel’s legs straddling, his knees m/n’s face blocking much of Miguel’s view as he racked his hands all over Miguel’s muscular body.

Both adults eyes filled with lust for the other, Miguel’s body could help but shake as hands that weren’t his own started running up his thighs landing just shy of the raging cock that throbbed underneath the slowly staining fabric. Miguel barely had time to hit enter on the holo pad before the hands unbuttoned the jeans and took the pre-dripping cock out from the straining fabric.

No matter how hard Miguel tried he couldn’t hold back the unrestrained pornographic moan that escaped. He’s never felt this much lust in his life, it was almost suffocating as the hand started it unbearably slow pumping from head to base. It was as if with each stroke of the hand left Miguel more breathless than before,

Throwing his head back to the back stead’s headrest M/n's free hand took a handful of Miguel’s dark locks making him stare into e/c eyes. Miguel groaned, staring at the man he was marrying, having a kid with, and fell so deeply in love with it nearly hurt to feel him all around him.

Leaning forward M/n smirked, his voice heated, hot, and horny all for Miguel to make the man under him feel appreciated, worshiped, and valued. And that was exactly M/n planned to do, make Miguel’s walls come fully down to fuck him in ways that would make them both so exhausted the next morning they’d just stay in bed and bask in the afterglow of sex but the new found strength both parents had now for their daughter.

“¿Qué quiere papá que haga? What can I do to make him feel appreciated?”

Miguel’s mind was slipping, slipping into the pools of light headed lust. Pleasure building painfully slow in his guts, the weightless feeling of the hover taxi waiving past other hover cars only added to the feelings of his mind slipping into giving all power to the man over him.

All Miguel felt was appreciation from the man in front of him, sighing as lips trailed down his lips to his neck, the warmth wet trail left from his fiancés tongue left in its wake had Miguel craving for more of m/n.

“Ah, ¡joder! No sé”

-“please refrain from contaminating the back seat; if you proceed to do so you will be charged extra for any cleaning services that will be required”-

The automated voice sounded over the taxis inner speakers of the back seat. It sent an electric shock through Mighuels body as he made an attempt to fix himself, only for a hand to push his back against the plush seats of the Taxi. Soft swollen lips pushing against his own, M/n’s voice lustful, soft and jokingly tone all slipping through his voice as he spoke against Miguel’s slightly parted lips.

“You do know; you’ve known for months what you’ve wanted me to do to that body of yours; you just have to tell me how you want it daddy, this is all for you to feel appreciated”

M/n pulled Miguel by his shirt, closing the space between their lips in a heated kiss. Miguel moaned, letting his mind give in; opening the floodgates as Miguel’s hands ran their way up M/n hips grinding his hips up with each jerking motion the hand around his cock pumped. Pre leaking down the thick Vick onto the hand, lubing it up even more to pump faster.

The air around the lovers heated up, the smell of sex and sweat mixed together with their colones that only became stronger the more they sweated. Miguel’s mouth limply hang open his forehead resting against M/n’s chest watching his cock vanish and reappear as the hand twisted at the head making it leak even more pre, drool dripping from his mouth as he watched his cock get pumped with the hand; spit joint the pre in lubricating m/ns hand in jerking Miguel more efficiently.

“Remember Miggy we can’t make a mess”

Hooking a finger under Miguel’s chin M/n lifted his face to look at the existence of the state Miguel was in. What he saw had his own cock throb painfully at Miguel’s flushed face, his unfocused eyes, the drooling mouth that revealed his fangs that seemed like they were even losing control over their venom leaking out, Miguel’s messing hair clinging to his forehead. M/n smirked down at his blissed out minded fiancé who’s arms clung loosely on his hips.

“ w-want you inside, hmm ah”

Miguel moaned his head leaning against M/ns hand, his body was in a state of plearsureable numbness. The only thoughts going through his mind was the thought of M/n cock filling him up with is seed. In a primal part of his mindset miguel craved to be filled to the brim with M/ns kids.

“Want your cum…in me filling me”

“Oh? And why does daddy want my cum?hmm”

Twisting his hand harshly at the reddening tip of Miguel’s cock; m/n moaned watching Miguel’s body shake involuntarily with Miguel’s whines from the amount of pleasure.

Miguel couldn’t take anymore his cock,his stomachs, even his ass ached for his fiancés cock to fuck him raw and full with cum.

“I want more kids, want you t-o fill me with them ahh, carajo!”

Miguel stammered his request filled M/n with such primal desire to do just as his future husband asked. Fill him full of his cum, his kids, to get him pregnant; to give their baby girl Gabriella siblings right away.

It was a part of Miguel’s brain that had these instincts programmed into him from the desisted, it made Miguel feel nothing more than a needy animal but in a way it was part of Miguel that he couldn’t hate…not when it made sex feel so fucking good.

Yet Miguel wasn’t prepared for his pants to be yanked as far down as M/n could manage before he got sexually frustrated enough to the point he removed his hand from Miguel’s burning cock to O’Neal down in between Miguel’s legs yanking his stained jeans the rest of the way off.

Licking his lips as he stared at Miguel’s pre-covered cock to his twitching hole. Shoving his own fingers into his mouth not knowing just how deputed Miguel’s venom was;

“Don’t give me those sexy eyes, I’m not gonna risk getting paralyzed by that venom of yours again.”

Throwing his head back in frustration Miguel knew M/n was valid in his concerns last time they were lost in this kind of lust he was paralyzed for a good part of the day stuck with a raging boner.

Opening his eyes Miguel looked down at M/n who was sucking on his own fingers coating them in his spit, while his other hand grabbed ahold of Miguel’s thigh guilding it over his shoulder showing off the puckering ring of muscle that craved for him.

Feeling his face heating up to a point Miguel could only moan as fingers began their teasing taunts with each small push, a slight probe. Whines escaped Miguel’s lips as one of his hands gripped his own hair the other made its way to his beading pre cock. Only for the hand to get slapped away.

Shocked, Miguel looked down to M/n whose face was in between the two mounds of ass, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle, loosening the inside enough for a finger to shove it’s way all the way to his knuckle.

“Amor a la mierda por favor déjame eyacular”

Miguel’s struggling voice whines his free hand reaching down to M/n hair gripping his fingers into the soft messy h/c. Pulling m/ns head closer with each brush made on his prostate. The burning pleasurable sort of pain each time a finger was added along with the tongue that still eases the ring of muscle open.

Stretching Miguel’s ass farther, the heights of Miguel’s nearly climax was at its peak, the knot that formed altightened, heightening his senses even higher than before as blood rushed to his ears the corners of his eyes started to go white with pleasure.

All stopped once the autopilot spoke once more the voice alerting them of their nearly destination in a few moments. Causing the head between Miguel’s shaking thighs to retreat, along with the tongue that Miguel had gotten so used to the warmth of inside him.

Letting out a desperate breath Miguel looked down at M/n. Whose face was just as flushed as Miguel’s as he stared back, his fingered scissoring Miguel’s still tight hole open; preparing him just the way he wanted.

All while he stroked a hand against Miguel’s neglected cock that leaked far more the more teasing M/n did.

“Look at yourself you sexy beast, being scissored and stretched with one hand while being given the best handjob with the other and still you want me. Shock I love it when you let me take care of you baby, so sexy”

Miguel’s hands clasped M/n head weakly hinting at his desperate want for their lips to mean once more. Chuckling M/n continued his assault of his fiancés ass and cock. Their lips barely brushed against the other when the hover taxi sounded;

-“destination reached! Scanning; cleaning required your holo card will be charades as such for a cleaning crew, enjoy your day”-

M/n smirked down to Miguel’s exposed body, exposed to him and him only; Miguel’s muscles that were flexed made the shirt he worse tight and cling to parts of his body that had M/n drooling himself while racking his eyes down the masterpiece of the body before him.

Miguel’s cocked twitching with the lack of attention went for his ass as it tried to pull his fingers deeper. Latching onto Miguel’s soft spot on his neck resulting in slightly taloned hands to grip his shoulder breaking the skin slightly: the pain was worth more of those sweet, addictive moans being pulled from those plump lips.

“Shock Miguel keep doing that and I might let you fuck me instead”

Miguel’s groan tugging on M/n’s suit wanting him to be in the same amount of undress he was right now. Miguel wanted him inside, fucking him raw and primal to worship his body like he knew M/n would.

“cariño, please get me into the house and you can do whatever you want with me!”

His head rolled back as M/ns fingers retreated out from his ass, with a wet sound as they pulled fully out leave his hole twitching for something to clench, to suck deep within itself.An invention M/n would soon take

“When you put it like that how can I say no”

Miguel let out a shaking breath as hands brushed up his chest all the way down to the jeans that were still down at his ankles.

“Shock I can’t stop looking at you; fucking beautiful”

Lips ghosted down Miguel’s thighs, the trail of kisses were near unbearably sweet; it had him breathless all while M/n pulled his Jeans up, his boxers covering most of Miguel’s hyper sensitive cock.

The fabric now covering him up had Miguel panting as he resisted the urge to pull the clothes off his hyper sensitive cock. The fabric brushing against his slightly exposed head had Miguel squeezing his legs together as much as he could as the two made their way into their house.

A house that already held so many memories and would hold more. A clean organized house, with modern furniture decorating the interior of the modern home. The only messy part could be spotted in the kitchen which was getting cleaned already by LYLAs drones.

Miguel’s scenes were in overdrive; the smells of both men perforated the air of the house with their colognes, and now the smell of sweat, and sex that clung to the two. The smells are becoming stronger in their bedroom. A room that houses all the smells that had Miguel's instincts go wide.

It all had Miguel’s head spinning as he turned to M/n who smirked as he threw their suits onto the floor seeing the darkening lust that poured into Miguel’s eyes just before he pulled his other half on top of him.

M/n gasped as their bodies hit the plush bed; Miguel’s face was redder than m/n had ever seen it, his hair was messy sprawling over his face and bed. His fangs catching the dimmed lights as miguel spoke his voice thick with a need to be fucked, to be filled with cum.

“Love you; want more of you”

“Yeah?”

“¡Sí, por el amor de la mierda, por favor, que me jodan!”

M/n practically ripped Miguel's clothes off leaving the far more stronger man naked and bare underneath his body. Miguel’s broad figure relaxed moaning with each light touch M/n left on his skin. Any amount of lips that licked up the sweat that ran down Miguel’s anticipating body.

M/n loved seeing Miguel so lost in the ecstasy of it all. Watching him shiver,buckle, beg underneath him seeing him finally let go of all the stress and pressure that the last few months placed on him. Now he gave in, allowing himself to feel everything all at once.

M/n took his time stripping his own close off his body, giving the desperate Miguel underneath him something to enjoy with each curse word that poured from Miguel’s lips with each piece of clothing thrown elsewhere in the room.

Miguel, sexually frustrated made a move to pull M/n down to him but it only resulted in him being flipped into his stomach. Gasping as hands gripped his hips, pulling them flushed with a straining pair of pants that covered a raging cock under eight rubbing ever so slightly against Miguel’s prepped plum ass.

“Such an impatient daddy; maybe I should punish you-“

“No!”

“I guess you're right, this day is all about you, about making you feel really loved. Is that what you want for me to shove my cock inside this needy hole?”

Miguel’s talons released from his fingers gripping the thick blanket underneath the two, the unstable fibers of the blanket resisted the tearing from Miguel’s claws. Miguel looked over his broad shoulders seeing M/n tossing his pants off the bed along with his boxers leaving them both fully naked, a fact that had Miguel pushing his ass back against the cock that now rubbed its pre leaking head between the two mounds.

Miguel arched his back as the head teased his waiting, ache hole. The heat radiating from m/n legs and cock that pressed flushed with Miguel’s body had him moaning tears of joy ran down his face with the burning pleasure rippled through his ass up to his head.

As m/n started to slowly push the head of his cock inside Miguel. Hearing M/n’s low moans against his lower back, groaning about Miguel’s tightness that clenched around the head.

“Shock, miggy your ass is pulling me in so well”

Miguel moaned loudly at the praise, taking pure bliss of feeling so fucking full of M/n’s cock. Each each raised Miguel’s moans higher and higher, the addictive burn of his ass adjusting around the cock that fox in oh so perfectly had Miguel’s rolling his hips. M/n's hands grip on Miguel’s hips tightening as he holds back to give Miguel some time to breath only for Migue to buck his ass back slamming the rest of the cock into him.

“Fuck miguel! Ah”

“sí se siente tan lleno querido, más quiero todo lo que tienes"

Miguel managed to get his arms under him, his talons gripping tighter on their blankets; the glow from the fibers resisting the tears had the dim room glowing faintly as the illuminated the two pleasure lost men.

Miguel threw his head back moaning loudly as M:n hips gave in fully to Miguel’s demands. An iron grip on Miguel’s hips would bruise the next morning from the intensity of m/ns thrusts had Miguel voice breaking mid moans. In no time m/ns cock found Miguel’s prostate ramming into the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

Electrifying pleasure after pleasure had Miguel screaming as his vision began to turn nearly white as the pleasure blinded him. His knees began to lock up the feeling of the nearly inhuman speed his fiancés thrusted into his tight ass had Miguel railing for more.

Thrusting his own hips back against m/ns the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in their room the smell of sex and sweat became nearly as intoxicating as the pleasure. The nails in his hips trailed separating one wrapping itself around Miguel’s dripping reddening cock pumping the cock in time with his thrusts stimulating Miguel’s nerves even more. Miguel’s mouth hangs open saliva escaping his mouth that is now mixed with his venom making for a sweet but bitter taste to be a constant in his mouth.

Before Miguel had time to realize the other hand trailing threw his hair it was already to last as M/n pulled Miguel’s head back, both arms wrapped around Miguel’s body pulling the pleasure lost man to his own chest allowing lips and tongue to trail down Miguel’s neck leaving hickeys and bite marks in their wake.

Miguel’s moans turned into whimpers as the increased intensity of m/n thrusts became harder and faster the knot in Miguel’s stomachs was reaching its breaking point; Miguel’s cock was leaking an amount M/n's hand was covered in the pre.

“Ah, look down Miggy, fuck my cock is filling you good hun”

Miguel did as he was told with slight resistance from the still tight grip M/n's hands had in his hair. What he saw had Miguel nearly lose his instinct riddled mind as a bus able bulge could be seen with each harsh unforgiving thrusts.

“Go on, fill it, fill just how much I’m filling you baby; rub that cock filled stomach of yours for me.”

Miguel threw his head back as another dead-on hit to his prostate was made, his head resting against M/n shoulder. His hands trailed up to his stomachs moaning at each thrust had the bulge protruding from Miguel’s stomachs to rub against his hands.

M/n was right he was filling Miguel so good, so much filled him Miguel never wanted this to end the feeling the cocks head gave him with each thrust had Miguel’s brain want to believe it wasn’t a cock but his and M/n’s child growing inside of him. A baby bump; that a child was growing inside of Miguel.

“Shock M/n more ¡Lléname, cum dentro de mí por favor! quieres darle a Gabriella un hermano quiere a tus hijos, amor”

“Ah fuck keep t-talking like that and I’ll loose it hun”

“So close to, ah shock, shock please so close! W-anna feel you cum inside me!”

The knot that’s been building in both of the two lovers grew to its breaking point. The pain melded with the pleasure of the pressure build up had Miguel gripping M/n's ass keeping him in place the best he could while his screams of pleasure filled the room ; ropes of cum splattering all over the bed sheets and m/ns still pumping hands.

Wet skin slapping movements filled the air of the couples room; as a tear stained Miguel gasped for any amount of air he could get as his body shook only for a moan to rip be ripped out of him as his hand felt M/ns hips sputtering in a final harder thrust up into Miguel’s tightening hole; the bully Miguel felt twitching harshly against his prostate as his inside were flooded with m/ns hot seed. Made Miguel buckle his own hips into the air as yet another unexpected second orgasam hit him.

Grabbing hold of M/n's hair Miguel sighed, feeling his lover's lips soothing him. Soft lips trailing up Miguel’s neck to his jaw. His hand turning Miguel’s fucked out expression towards him peppering kisses all over Miguel’s face that scrunched up in discomfort as 5the now softened cock slipped from his cum dripping hole.

Leaving Miguel whining yet moaning at the soft attention he was receiving from M/n whose other hand rubbed what was left of Miguel’s cum on the now dirty blanket. Before stroking Miguel’s aching thighs and hips.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Miguel laughed, opening his eyes to stare at his worried fiancé who’s shoulder bore more damage compared to Miguel’s soon to be bruising hips.

“You're asking me? Last I checked I’m not bleeding anywhere”

“Yeah yeah smart ass, fuck I love you so much“

Interweaving his fingers through the h/c hair Miguel breathed in m/ns scent now mostly smelling of Miguel and sex Miguel relaxed basking in their afterglow.

“Yo también te amo, m/n”

Feeling m/n face pressed into Miguel’s neck Miguel relaxed as he continued to play with his lover's hair; feeling him speak against his neck a statement that had Miguel’s chest ache with just how much he loved his man holding him.

“And I love our daughter; I’ll protect both of you the best way I can I swear, I’ll keep you both safe no matter what”

“Now you’re stealing my lines”

A chuckle tickled Miguel’s sensitive neck as they both chuckled while caressing each other's bodies, messaging out the aching muscles.

“Sure am, we deserve a normal life don't you think, a nice long vacation”

“And just how long is this vacation lasting?-“

“The rest our lives; raising our beautiful baby”

The couple intertwined their hands M/n looking down at Miguel’s ring around his finger, the joy and light feeling of finally finding the family he’s spent all his life searching for was here. Had always been here in his arms for years and now another part of their family is one her way as well.

Pulling Miguel’s hand to his lips both Miguel and M/n kissed their ringed fingers, nudging ‘em their head together as they basked in the love they held for each other and their daughter.

Nothing would change that…ever.

Part 6 final

( damn this turned out very long and angsty and soft all at the same time! Hope y’all like it!)

#fanfic #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #male reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #oneshot #miguel ohara x reader #top reader #bottom miguel o'hara

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Hiii guess who is finally requesting a fluffy fridayy

Anyway, my love, I wanted to request something short and sweet as a comfort because I'm literally suffering a lot rn

Can you do one where the reader is crying over a physics lesson she has to study for a test that she doesn't understand at all, no matter what, and hobie comforts her? And like cuddles with her and calms her down, wraps her up in a little blanket or something just to make her feel comfortable after sitting at her desk for too long? cuz this is literally me, I'm literally writing this request with tear stained cheeks rn😭

Love you❤️❤️

I believe in you, hun! You can do it! I hope this brings you some comfort ❤️ ly too 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday!

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The numbers seem to swirl around the page of your textbook, mixing in with the silent tears falling on the paper. You sniff, frustrated that you can't quite understand the lesson. Looking at the clock, you see that you've been studying for seven hours straight. Massaging your fatigued eyes with the heels of your palm, you let out a groan akin to a pained screech.

"Love?" Hobie knocks on your bedroom window, voice muffled by glass. He's changed out of his suit into something more casual yet still very much him.

You jump at the sound, quickly wiping your tears, hiding your frustration from Hobie whilst he opens the window, letting in much needed fresh air.

His boots thump against your carpeted floor. A can of your favourite drink in his hand. Hobie didn't forget that it's your exam week, thinking that you might need some encouragement. He's right after seeing you slouched over the desk. Your tear stained cheeks glimmering in the low light of your lamp.

"Hi" you say with a tight lipped smile, hands flexing to invite him in your arms.

He doesn't need to ask, noticing your slight frown and your eyebrows knitted, he places himself in between your legs, Hobie brings the cool can on your jaw making you hum, relaxing you a bit. His other hand wipes at your lashes gently, getting rid of the tears still clinging on it. He doesn't mention it, thank him in your head. He Kisses the top of your head affectionately, hoping it helps you, even for a bit.

"You need to take a break, you're still in the same place where I left you this morning" his index finger straightens out the knots of your eyebrows.

"In a minute" you say softly, taking the can from him. Hobie opens it for you. Your dry lips chug at the drink, he leaves your presence for a second, watching him through your peripheral.

Finishing the cool drink, you smack your lips together while Hobie drapes you in your fluffy blanket. Wrapping you like a burrito, tucking it in, you giggle at his antics.

"What are you doing?" You ask with a giddy smile.

"Forcing you to take a break" He grabs your wrapped body, flinging you on his shoulder. You try to wiggle out, laughter echoing in your dark room.

Hobie crosses the small distance from your desk to the bed, mindful of his strength, he tosses you on the bed, body bouncing for a second. You let out an 'oof'

You squeal as Hobie jumps, landing next to you, body lifting off the bed as his weight hits the mattress. He brings his long limbs over to your body still wrapped up by your blanket. Face snuggling on the crook of your neck, teasingly blowing hot air into your ear.

"Ack" you let out, smothered in his love. Craning your neck to kiss him, you could only reach his forehead, settling your warm lips on it.

"How 'bout a thirty minute break? Do it for me, yeah?" Hobie leans up to meet your waiting lips. Humming, you accept his terms. Relaxing in the kiss, you feel your fatigue slowly ebb away.

He pulls away to look at you tenderly before kissing you deeply. Cheeks warm, you wiggle out of the burrito blanket to reach out and hold him.

Arms now loose, you wrap your hands around his back. Stifled a low groan, Hobie leans back to pepper your cheeks with sticky kisses, hoping to get rid of the moisture from your tears. You grin through his attack.

"Proud of you," He squeezes you. Ringed fingers curving around your chin to look deep into your eyes. Tilting his head, Hobie slots back on the side of your neck, he gets a whiff of your familiar shampoo, body limp and relaxed on top of yours; acting as your very own weighted blanket.

You release a shaky breath, eyes watering at his casual statement. Arms kneading at his back, love permeates from your embrace.

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theywantedplayer · 2 years ago

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Is there anyway we could get like a 50 shades of gray smut with Nico…please I feel like he would blindfold and handcuff you and want you to give up all control to him

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You couldn't see anything, but you could feel. You could feel Nico’s finger thrust into you at a fast speed making you squirmed under him.

Nico had the fun idea of trying something new in the bedroom, this new idea was blind folding you and putting a pair of handcuffs on you. You said yes wanting to spice up the bedroom. You were laying on your back in the middle of the bed, at Nico’s Display. You couldn't see but you assumed Nico was hovering over you because you could hear him muttering something in german.

“Nico! Ah-” you moaned arching your back

You gasped when you felt Nico’s mouth attach itself to one of your tit’s, you arched your back up more from the feeling of Nico’s tongue Circling your hardened nipple. You were so overwhelmed by the feeling of Nico’s finger’s and mouth it drove you crazy.

You whimpered when the feeling stopped.

“I wish you could see what I see right now” You heard Nico tease

“Nico pleasee Let me see you” you whined tugging on the handcuffs hissing at the feeling of the medal digging into your skin.

“Please take it off Nico pleasee..I wanna see you” you pleaded

Nico just smirked at the way you bit your lip as you begged. God he loved it when you begged

“You now I can't do that hun” he smiled

You whined at his response but you jumped at the feeling of Nico running the tip of his cock threw you fold’s. You smiled knowing you got what you've been wanting.

“God just look at you” you hear him groaned as he slowing pushed into you “God what a perfect pussy” he cooded kiss your cheek.

You moaned as you felt him fill you up, as he continued to kiss your check down to your neck. You could feel Nico’s play-off beard brush up against your neck and it was burning but you didn't want him to stop. The feeling of him hit your G-spot and the feeling of his hand playing with your clit made you moan loudly

“That feel good baby?” he played “I bet your real close”

You hated that he was right, after dating Nico for almost 2 year’s he’s learned to read you like a book. You never met a man that understands you so well. You wanted to see him so bad, you could only imagine what he looked like. His dark hair fallin over his face as he covered over you, the look on his face, god you wanted to see it so bad.

“Please Nico pppleeeaassee..” You begged “Just one look, I'll be good”

“Yes you'll be good?” he played along

You could feel yourself coming close to your edge

“I'll be good I promise, just please take it off” You begged wanting it so bad

You moaned when you felt him pull the blind-fold down around your neck. You felt butterflies in your stomach when you caught sight of Nico’s face, the way be biting down on his lower lip and the cross in his eye-brows.

“God you look so good Nico” You whimpered looking him in the eye’s. His face was hidden with his head hung low, groaning. The grip he had on your hip surely Was going to leave marks tomorrow.

“I'm gonna cum” You said, shutting your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach unraveling as you shuck under his hold, arching your back pushing your tit’s Further into his face. You whimpered when you felt Nico lay soft kisses across your chest, he continued to push into trying to catch his own high.

You felt so much at the feeling of him Over stimulating you, You stared at Nico as he came. Snapping his hips into you then suddenly pressing into you with a groan as he came in you. He fell on top of you with a groan tiredness now falling over him. You both laid there for a moment until you spoke up.

“Nico can you take the hand-cuff’s off there starting to hurt” You lightly laughed

Nico quickly rolled you over and unlocked the cuff’s as fast as he could, part of himself bad when he saw the red marks on your wrist. You rolled over back onto your back and rubbed your rist’s.

Nico laid down beside you and grabbed one of your wrist and kissed the red marks.

“I'm so sorry hun, next time tell me if it starts to hurt” You smiled at his softness

“So your saying there’s a next time with these bad-boy’s” He smiled Jingling the hand-cuff’s making you laugh

“Maybe one day they're gonna come out again” You winked

#nico hischier smut #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fluff #nico hischier #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl angst

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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The Best Way To Start The Day

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

I woke, as I so often did these days now, my body naked swaddled in the cotton hospital sheets, the heat of the morning sun cascaded across my body, The heat of skin against my own. The only sound was the click of the clock ticks, the gentle sound of my breaths, and his. Light threatened to force my eyes open but I ignored it. I laid my head against his peck, I listened to the sound of his heartbeats, of his breaths, they were slow and constant giving me comfort. My hand was on his stomach, and my fingers absentmindedly drew shapes on his skin with my fingertip.

His body shifts and stirs under me, a gentle yawn.

"Umm Good Morning," I cooed my voice barely louder than a whisper.

His callus hand found my hair, he stroked his hand down my head, his fingers knotted themselves around the loose strands of my hair, "Good mornin'" He whispered into my hair,

"Morning. Ing." I corrected,

"Shit- Yeah Morning." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes,

"You are spendin' too much time with Fagin," I giggled purposely I mimicked him,

"No I'm just tried Hun," He yawned,

"Awww, Sleepy?"

"Mhm..." He nodded,

"Ohh dear, you poor thing, you want to rest some more?"

"No, no I'll get up... eventually."

"You can sleep a little longer if you want to Jack,"

"No, I need to wake up,"

"Alright," I smiled as I nuzzled closer into his chest and rubbed my nose on him,

"Umm I'm meant to be getting up, you cuddling me tighter doesn't help that hun."

"Five more minutes,"

"Five more," He cooed as he kissed the top of my head,

I smiled and held him as close as I could as I tried to savour every second of our sweet snuggle, my fingers drew little pictures on his skin,

"What are you drawing?" He asked,

I giggled and began to write him secret little messages, 'H. I.'

"Hummm Hi hun," He smiled as he kissed my head again,

I smiled and drew a little heart across his chest, and he smiled back as he drew a heart across my arm, I blushed and wrote him another little message,

'I.L.O.V.E.Y.O.U'

He smiled and stroked my jaw to tip my head to face him, he pulled me closer so our lips could gently touch, and as I pulled back he stroked across my cheek with his thumb, "I love you too." he whispered as if afraid if he spoke those words any louder the whole hospital would hear him,

I giggled and wrote him a final secret message

'B.O.O.P'

"What does that mean?"

I smiled and tapped the tip of his nose, "Boop."

"Boop" he laughed as he tapped my nose back, "Ohh god- I need to get up..."

"You still tried?"

"Very much so, Sorry hun I can't seem to wake up this morning,"

"Would you like some help?"

"Help?" he chuckled,

"Well, would you like a hand?" I cooed as I moved my hand to draw little hearts on the bottom of his stomach, He gasped and held his breath as he felt where my hands were headed, He nodded quickly, I giggled and slipped my hand under the sheets until I met his erection. I gently stroked across his shaft. He bit his lip hard and was restricting himself, so I spoke up. "Don't limit yourself, Jack, I want you to relax, don't restrain yourself, let it all go and relax," I cooed as I firmly took his shaft in hand,

"Uhhhh!" He groaned and threw his head against the pillow his mouth hung open, his body untensed as he fully gave into my hand and the pleasure I supplied him. "Uuughhhh! uuuhh!"

I giggled and softly moved my hand making sure to make it as pleasurable for him as I could, and even this early he struggled to contain himself, his moans fell unhindered by his concerns of fears merely as they should be, an outlet for his pleasure, his hand gripped the sheets and other held me close to him, so if needed he could kiss my head and knot his fingers in my hair as I gradually got faster, and faster, and faster, I never gave him a second of mercy but I'm sure if I did he'd have begged me to continue.

"UUuuughhhh! Uughhhh Y/n! Honey! Uughhhhh!" He whined his hips bucked up towards my hand in his desperate state "Please! Please..." He gasped, So I did as he asked and moved my hand hard, fast and tightly and that was enough to send him over his edge his jizz sputtered across the sheets, He let out a long and throaty moan before his whole body collapsed into the mattress, his mouth hung open as he desperately gasped for breath,

I giggled as I licked what little ended up on my hand and I smiled as I nuzzled closer and gently rubbed his stomach given all the tension that had built in his desperation I wanted to make sure he didn't get an upset tummy from such excitement "There we are, That better?"

"Mhm... Much better Hun."

"Good, I'm glad" I smiled as I squeezed him a little tightly and he squeezed me back "The best way to start the day."

"I have to agree," he chuckled, "I'd love for you to do that every morning,"

"Well, Maybe I will someday" I smiled as I kissed his lips "But come on, you need to get to work," I reminded before I climbed out the bed, and looked around his room for my dress, but I noticed his eyes as he watched my naked body, so I rested my hands on my hips and turned to face him "Yes Jack?" I glared playfully

"Come back to bed hun," he smirked in his usual sly smile,

"You have work, you have your rounds to do, and that amputation at ten and-" I began but,

"Honey," He smirked authority to his voice, which made it less a request and more a demand. "Come back to bed, honey." He practically ordered as he curled his index finger slowly towards himself three times, in his little 'come hither' gesture,

I rolled my eyes a little and went back over as soon as I was within reach he tugged me into the bed to sit on his lap, "Jack!" I protested "You have to go to do your work."

"Work can wait," he smirked as he tugged me down to kiss him,

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kiskisur · 1 year ago

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Hey hey brochacho bromeo brotito i saw ur post so i arrive with a request

I was just thinkin..

Ha ha.. mybe..

Dom bottom reader x mammon from obey me?

Maybe.

Couldnt find any of ur obey me writings yet so i thought i'd slide my own card in through the door slor

ᝰ.ᐟ I get drunk pretend that I'm over

+ Just realized how unspecific that request was. Hard to go off of anything there mb mb;

Always been pulling my hair abt the lack of sugar bby mammon fics if it works as any idea 👁️

warnings: NSFW dom!bottom male reader x sub!top mammon, sugar baby!mammon and sugar daddy!reader, praise kink, mammon being subby it's cute fr, no pronouns mentioned but reader is a male so.., mammon is possessive and wants you to himself.

note: OMG FINALLY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS? #+_! -__; I don't know how to write NSFW so apologies 😭

slurping and panting filled mammon's room, his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans while the other gripped on your hair for dear life.

"hngh- [Name]..! shit, aAh~ your mouth i-is so gOod~!" he kept babbling praises, whining and moaning as his hips started to move by themselves.

you placed your hand on his stomach and pushed him back down the bed, keeping him in place as your head bobbed up and down.

Your tongue, hot and skilled, traced teasing patterns along mammon's length, eliciting a symphony of gasps and whines from him. Your lips formed an exquisite seal around him as you took him deeper into your mouth, your movements guided by a primal instinct.

"w-wait, 'm gonna c-cum! yes, y-yes just like that! keep suck- uGh~! suckin'..!" *a familiar knot tightened in his stomach, his hips starting to fuck your mouth out of desperation but before he could reach his climax you pulled away.

"n-nghh?!— what the h-hell!?" *he looked down at you with frustration and confusion, panting heavily at the interruption as he squirmed.

"I don't want you cumming yet, hun." You got up from your knees, sitting down on his lap as you swiftly removed your shorts, revealing your hard length as well as mammon's eyes sparkled with excitement

"ride me, please ride m-me make me feel good!" he was begging at this point, it was a rare sight of him pleading for you to take him.

you found it adorable so you gave him a chance, lifting your hips before positioning the tip of his cock in your entrance, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips when you took him fully.

his arms snaked around your waist, digging his nails in as he received a gasp from you, his hips thrusting upwards.

"so t-tight 'round my cock mm~ y-you feel so good! o-oh fuck yes!" he kept praising and thrusting into you while nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as grunts and moans filled the room.

you tug his white hair, whining on top of him before clenching around his cock. "just like, mm!— that.. good boy, keep thrusting in m-me, yeah?" you whisper in his ear, your eyes rolling back when he kept ramming the tip of his cock on a new sensitive spot inside of you.

"s-so good, gonna fuck you hard and l-let my brothers know that only I, m-mammon, can make you feel good!" despite rutting like a dog in heat his prideful personality kept slipping every once in a while, it was cute and hot honestly.

"mine! o-only mine and mine alone!" *he growled, mammon's relentless thrusts continued, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.

he relished in the sight of you losing control, feeling your walls clenching and spasming around him. The chorus of your combined ecstasy pushed mammon to the edge, his own release nearing its peak.

"t-they think they can- ugh! j-just steal you away from me!? I was your f-first!" His grip on you tightened even further, almost possessive. And with a deep, guttural groan, mammon reached his climax.

He filled you with his warmth, your bodies trembling against each other as the final waves of pleasure washed over you. "m-mine.." he grumbled, looking up at your face which was full of tears because of the overwhelming pleasure that hit you.

suddenly something hard poked inside you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ self-destruct, show up like an idiot.

#♡ ;; kiskisur !#amab reader #x male reader #male reader #x bottom male reader #x ftm reader #𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~#obey me x sub male reader #obey me x male reader #obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x male reader #mammon x bottom male reader #obey me mammon x bottom male reader #obey me mammon x male reader

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houseforwhores · 7 months ago

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indecision pt 3 | billy loomis x reader

a/n: yeah yeah it's been awhile life sucks not much to say about that, i'm trying here 🫡

wc:885

part 1 part 2

your p.o.v.

you were sitting in the edge of your bed, it was only four in the morning. you had another seven hours before you were supposed to go meet billy. your stomach was twisting in knots as you tried to calm your nerves. sleep has long evaded you. you weren't sure how all of this would work out. but it was too late for regrets now in your mind.

you heard your window being shimmied, you'd rushed over, your eyes nearly buldging out of your sockets as you saw who was in the other side of the glass. you unlocked your window and pushed it open wide so he could get in, he must've changed his clothes somewhere along the way. his new clothes free of corn-syrup and blood. you yanked him inside, he fell on top of you again, much like a few days ago, you cushioned his fall.

you rolled him off top of yourself, before you stuck your head out the window looking both ways before quickly shutting it and drawing the blinds together. you didn't see anyone watching but you were a bit paranoid at the feeling of someone seeing him here.

"billy." you'd said softly almost as if you didn't believe he was here.

"hey doll, god, i've missed you." billy's hand caressed the side of your face pulling you back down to him.

"billy. what are you doing here? what if they've seen you?" your mind losing its filter as your mouth began running like a waterfall every scenario you could think up leaving your tongue before billy pulled you into a kiss, his tongue gliding against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you granted him, his tongue whirled against yours as his hands embraced your waist making all your worries melt at the moment. billy pulled away softly before looking you in your eyes.

"something felt off, i couldn't wait that much longer to see you," billy said wiping the stray tear from beneath your eye, you didn't even know you'd shed.

"billy they wanted me to set you up, they think they're gonna apprehend you in the morning, behind the theater."

"that's where we were supposed to go for our first date," billy paused a small smile gracing his face. "then i decided to take you to that little italian restaurant."

"giovanni's." you confirmed "why'd you come here? what if they're watching me?"

"i hopped a few fences i didn't use the side walk, i think i'm good here." billy said he started to sit up, he looked to still be a little sore, you lifted up his shirt to get a glimpse of the injuries you didn't get to see when he'd initially came to get you. you'd seen some jagged stitches and some yellowing bruises, but it looked like he'd survive, just a few flesh wounds.

"im alright baby, i think we sh-" billy was cutoff by a knock on your door.

"hun? who ya talking too in there?" your dad started to fiddle with the handle

"not dressed!" you shouted before bolting to the door, almost planting face first into the wood as you used your whole body to close the door, while you locked it.

"oh , sorry honey! are you alright? i thought i heard you talking in there to someone?"

"it was just some lame movie dad, now can i have some privacy?" you said more confidently

"ohm, alright. i'm here if you need me honey, i know you don't exactly like me right now- but i- i'm still your father. i still love you." your dad said, he hadn't left the door you could still feel his presence and see the shadow of his feet at the bottom of the door, blocking the hallway light, he must've been waiting for a response.

"yeah, love you too, see you in the morning." you'd rushed out. you saw his feet walk away from the door, you waited a bit more before you decided to relax.

"i think we should go now." billy said and before you knew it you heard gravel crushing the rocks outside as a car pulled in front of your house.

"wait, billy, someone's here." you heard the knock on your door, you listened as your father walked to open the door. you heard the series of locks being taken off the door before your father opened it, your ear was pressed to the door. the words were muffled but you heard them clearly enough

"agent grant? what are you doing here?" you heard your father question. your mouth dropped open as your throat went dry.

"billy!" you whisper shouted as you dashed across your room to grab the bag you packed, you tossed it to him so you could began dressing yourself into something warmer.

"y/n what's going on?" billy asked in a whisper throwing the straps of the bag over his shoulders.

"no time to talk." you said as you began sliding your window open but before you could scatter out your window there was a knock on your door

"y/n" it was your dad again, he'd paused for a moment giving you time to respond, though you hadn't thought of a response. "agent grant is here, he'd like to talk to you."

#billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #scream #billy loomis #scream x reader #scream1996 #ghostface x reader

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janeyseymour · 10 months ago

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I hope you’re feeling well!

This prompt is kinda a part 2 for Warmth. The reader stays at Mel’s house so much that they are already living together at this point but nothing between them is official nor neither asked the other to live together.

Don’t know if your mind will take you to hurt, comfort or some other feeling but can you make it with a sweet ending with them being cute and living together? Thank you ❤️

hi! i got you, homie! here you go! as per usual... not edited in the slightest n hopin it's enough of a slay

Warmth- pt 2

Part 1

wc: ~3.4k

Since staying at Melissa’s house for the first night, and then a second night, and then an unexpected third night because she missed you, you and the redhead spent most of your time together.

The two of you arrive to Abbott together- whether that be because you were at her house already, she was at your apartment, or one of you had picked the other up depended on what had happened the previous night. You spend any time at the school that you can together, whether that be at lunch, standing next to each other at assemblies, or sitting with her and Barbara during meetings. You usually have dinner together, unless one of you has plans for dinner with friends. But even then, the two of you end up together sharing a bottle of wine or having a nice mug of tea to debrief about the day’s events. And then sometimes you stay the night, sometimes she stays the night, and occasionally you have to slip out once she’s already asleep because you have things you have to get done at your apartment.

But those days are coming to an end, and you find that you’re rarely at your apartment anymore besides to get mail or grab clothing for the next coming days. And even then? You have a drawer at Melissa’s, you have a toothbrush, spare blankets, she even has a mug that is specifically for you in her cupboard.

The two of you are practically living together at this point, although neither of you has said anything about the situation at hand. In fact, the two of you haven’t even discussed the two of you seeing each other. You meant to, but… it just never happened. You actually haven’t kissed aside from when you’re… The elephant in the room hasn’t been addressed, and you’re just a bit too nervous to say anything about it. So, you don’t bring it up. And for some reason, she doesn’t either.

“Mel?” you knock on her front door, a bottle of white in your hand to drink with her. You reach for the knob and turn, but she’s beaten you to it.

She opens the front door, hair knotted up and her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she scrolls through her phone. “Hey, hun.”

“Hey,” you smile at her and take in her appearance. Even in her sweatpants, Eagles sweatshirt, and no makeup, she’s the most amazing woman you’ve laid your eyes on.

“Are y’gonna come in, or do I need to give you a personal invite?” she teases you. “C’mon, now.”

You brush past her, your side that grazes her figure burning.

“Took you long enough to get here,” she chuckles as she closes the door behind you and heads for the kitchen. You make yourself comfortable on the couch before opening the wine and pouring it into the two offered glasses.

“I know,” you chuckle. “I kept trying to leave earlier, but Alex had some things she had to debrief with me.”

“I’m just teasing,” she nudges you and sips her wine. “Thanks for coming.”

The two of you spend the rest of your night sitting on the couch chatting about your days before retiring up to her bedroom like you usually do.

You spend the next morning getting ready together before you have to part ways to get to school. You wake up in her arms as you always do- happy, warm, feeling like you’re on top of the world. She makes you breakfast, the two of you enjoy a cup of coffee together, and then you set off to get ready. Like usually, the redhead makes herself cozy next to you at the vanity to get yourself right and for her to put her face on. It’s close, it’s intimate. Then you’re climbing into your car and she’s getting into hers with words of, “See you soon, be safe,” despite the fact that both of you know you’ll be taking the exact same route and one of you will simply be behind the other person.

When you’re in the school, the two of you grab your cups of coffee, and you settle in to watch the morning news. It’s a nice morning, and then the two of you are heading to your respective classrooms to get ready for the students. You of course saunter into her classroom with her, having nothing to really prep before the school day starts. You perch yourself on her desk as she answers some parent emails and looks over her lesson plans for the day. It’s nice, it’s quiet, and you enjoy just being with her. But then you look over at the clock, and the kids will be coming in all too soon, so you know you have to get over to your own classroom.

Without thinking, you lean in and kiss her. “I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.”

And then you both freeze. Did you really just kiss her- at school no less? Did you really just so casually tell her you love her for the first time? Your eyes grow wide, as do hers. And then you just run- you absolutely bolt out of her room and into your own. You have no idea what the fuck to do.

You actively avoid her for the rest of the day, and she knows it. You quite literally refuse to look in her direction. It’s an odd, tense day between the two of you, and everyone has taken notice- specifically Barbara. You don’t flirt with her, you don’t sit with them during lunch, you make a choice to close your door during your prep when it would usually be wide open for any of the crew to waltz in and strike up a conversation. You practically sprint out of the school once your last student is gone.

“Girl, where has Y/N been today?” the kindergarten teacher asks her best friend. “I feel like I only saw her this morning when we were watching the news.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Melissa plays it off. “She’s probably busy with her kids and the testing and stuff that we have to do.” She knows that’s not entirely off- but she also knows that you are currently ahead of where most of the other teachers are for all of the testing.

You drive back to your apartment, not quite feeling welcome at Melissa’s anymore. Even though you hadn’t meant for those words to spill out of your mouth, she didn’t reciprocate- and you don’t know how to take that. Maybe she felt the same way and just didn’t get a chance to voice that before you ran. Maybe she simply doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. Maybe… you don’t know. Once you pull into your parking spot, you lay your head on your steering wheel and just want to curl up and drink a bottle of wine. So that’s pretty much what you do. You grade about half of their math tests before you give up and drive to the liquor store to grab your favorite rosé.

That night, you stare at the ceiling for the longest time. You haven’t slept on your own in so long. Really, it’s been almost… three months since you’ve slept on your own. You don’t even know how to do it anymore. It feels so lonely. You have half a mind to text Melissa, but you can’t muster up the courage. You haven’t sent her a text since this morning, terrified of what her reaction might be.

You don’t know this at the time, but Melissa is wrestling with the idea of texting you. She misses having you as her human blanket and being your human furnace. She misses the sweet, soft goodnight. The bed feels empty without you. But with you avoiding her, she really doesn’t want to stir up anything. She knows that sometimes you need a breather before you’ll address the situation, much like herself.

Neither of you sleep well. Both of you show up to school absolutely exhausted, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep.

When you enter the break room for a much needed cup of joe, she’s sitting there picking at her nails as she tries to engage in a conversation with Barbara. You don’t say hello to anyone, actively avoiding the redhead and making it very clear. You simply brew a pot of coffee, fix it to your liking, and head out with a soft, “I have some work I have to get done.”

You avoid the staff room like the plague, and you wait until Melissa is out of her room to make any exits from your room for the day. It’s weird.

She’s miserable through the whole day, and the entire school knows it.

The rest of the week goes on like this.

“Girl,” Ava comes knocking at your door as you’re getting ready to head out for the weekend.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“You gots to fix whatever the hell is goin’ on with you and Red,” the principal tells you as she points a perfectly manicured finger at you. “Melissa’s back to her walkin’ around the halls without bending her knees and threatening to give the cameramen a colonoscopy with a fork again when they try to ask her what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ava,” you roll your eyes. “I’ve just been busy with… you know, work stuff. The stuff I’m getting paid to do?”

“You n’ I both know you’re all caught up and you’re avoiding your woman,” the woman says seriously.

“She isn’t… she isn’t my woman,” you say quietly as you go to leave. But Ava has other ideas in mind and blocks you from exiting the classroom.

“Oh please,” she rolls her eyes as she leans against the doorframe. “You two show up together, you flirt constantly, she makes you coffee, you share lunches… she even lets you wear her Eagles sweatshirt when you’re cold. Sounds like she’s your woman.”

“Ava,” you sigh.

“Fix it!” she instructs. “I don’t need another lawsuit because of Melissa. I have enough of my own to charisma my way out of.” With that, she turns on her heel and leaves.

You sigh as you exit the building and make your way to your car. You see that Melissa’s car is still there, and there she is… sitting in it with a pout on her face. She just happens to look up, seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. You make direct eye contact with her. She raises her brow.

It’s now or never. You head over to your car to put your things away before you’ll make your way over to her. But as you unlock the door to your vehicle, you hear hers speed away. You fucked that up.

With a sigh, you climb into your own car. You drive to one of the liquor stores, pick up her favorite bottle of wine as a peace offering, and go to the redhead’s house. You gather yourself for a moment in her driveway before getting out and hustling to the front door. You knock a few times. Usually, you would just let yourself in after knocking, but you don’t feel that’s appropriate at the moment. So you take a step back and wait for her to open the front door. She does so with a scowl.

“What?” is all Melissa gets out before walking away. Seeing that she didn’t slam the door in your face, you take that as an invite to enter.

“I brought wine,” you say softly. “Care to share with me?”

“And why would I do that after you’ve avoided me for the past two days?” the fiery woman challenges you. “After you say that you love me, and then run and hide away?”

“I- I’m sorry,” you sigh softly, shifting from side to side and suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she raises an eyebrow as she sits back down on her couch, folding one leg underneath of her. The second grade teacher crosses her arms and waits for you to speak.

“Can I open this, and we can have a glass while we talk?” you ask feebly. Honestly, you could use the liquid courage.

“Nah,” she tells you. “I wanna hear what you have to say for yourself, and then I’ll decide if you can stay or if I’m gonna kick you out and tell you to go to hell.”

With a sigh, you set down the bottle before looking to her. “Can I sit?”

“If you must,” she rolls her eyes. You do. She waits.

“Mel,” you say softly. “I-“ you mull over how to say all of this, what’s on your chest right now. “I know I have a thing for you, I know you have a thing for me. We’ve essentially been dating for the last however many months-”

“-Three months, nine days,” she cuts you off.

“Right,” you inhale. “But we haven’t discussed anything- we don’t even kiss unless we’re fucking… But everything aside from that feels so domestic. When I kissed you so casually and told you I loved you, I- I freaked out a little. So, I ran. I didn’t want to hear you laugh in my face or tell me that I was an idiot, or whatever Italian slang you would use, or… I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. She continues to just stare at you, although now her head is cocked to the side as if she’s thinking.

“I- I meant what I said,” you admit quietly. “I do love you.”

“And that’s why you ran?” the redhead asks you flatly.

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “I am so, undeniably in love with you, and that terrifies me. I don’t wanna lose you, but I think I might’ve already. So… I’ll just get my stuff and… you can keep the wine, and-”

“You ain’t gonna let me tell you my side of the story?” she asks lowly.

“I mean… I’m assuming this is the part where you tell me to pack my shit and go to hell? I fucked up, and I know I did, and I’m so-”

“For Christ’s sake, Y/N,” Melissa cuts you off. “You’re rambling like Janine. Let me get in a word or two.”

You close your mouth and gesture for her to speak, biting your lip nervously.

“When you said it, yeah, I was shocked. But then you ran before I could get the chance to say anything.” she tells you. “N’ I was gonna talk to you and tell you how I felt, but then you avoided me like the fuckin’ plague and didn’t give me a chance. So, I was givin’ you some space, ‘cause I know sometimes you need a day. But you took a God damn week! And I’ve been miserable! Because all I wanted to do was text you, tell you to come over, we could talk it out. I was hopin’ you would come talk to me today in the parking lot when you saw me, but then you went to your car instead of over to me.”

“I was going to come over after I put my bags down, but you didn’t give me the chance,” you tell her.

Your words fall upon deaf ears, because she’s still going. She stands from her place and starts to get in your face, the way that you’ve seen her do to others when she’s all fired up. “I had this whole big speech prepared about how I was sorry I didn’t react quick enough, and how I was hoping we could talk all of this over and finally address our situation! I was gonna tell you that I love you too! But-”

You cut her off. “Y-you love me too?” you ask, just barely above a whisper.

“Of course I do, you idiot,” she practically yells at you. “I would be a moron not-”

Again, you cut her off, but this time with your lips. She freezes for a second before kissing you back just as passionately. When you pull away, your hand stays cupping her cheek, and you smile against her. “I love you,” you whisper.

This time, you give her the opportunity to respond. “I love you too, you stupid idiot,” she chuckles back softly.

“So,” you laugh quietly as you pull away. “Am I allowed to open the wine now? Or are you going to tell me to go to hell?”

“Answer me this one question,” she tells you. “And then I’ll decide�� can we make this- us- official?”

You grin and nod quickly. “Yeah, I think we can.”

“Then you can open the wine and come lay with me in bed,” she laughs as she makes her way to the kitchen, a hand interlocking with yours and pulling you along.

After finishing off the bottle of wine and some other activities… you’re curled up against her with a pleased smile on your face. You gently cup her cheek again to make her look at you before capturing her lips again. “God, I love you. That feels so good to say.”

“I love you too,” Melissa smirks.

“It feels good to be back,” you sigh softly. “I missed home.”

“Home?” she looks at you curiously.

“Oh, uh…” you panic for a second. You hadn’t meant to say that. “ You.”

“Is that what you think when you’re here? Home?” the redhead asks you as she sits up slightly.

You start to rub your collarbone nervously. “Yeah?” you admit shyly. “I mean… This house feels more like home than my apartment. We practically live together at this point.”

“Home,” she sighs quietly. “I like that.”

“Yeah?” you look to her.

“Yeah,” the older woman whispers. Then she clears her throat. “Instead of ‘practically living together’, do you want to just… live together?”

Your eyes go wide. “What?”

“Uh,” she blinks a few times. “Nevermind. We can take this-”

“No,” you say quickly. “Wait, shit. I mean, yes? If you’re serious?”

“I’m serious,” she tells you softly. “I don’t let just anyone keep a drawer at my house. And like you said, we’ve been practically living together for the last three months. It doesn’t make sense for you to be paying rent for an apartment you’re never at.”

“Then yeah,” you kiss her gently. “I think I’d like that.”

“We can figure all of that stuff out tomorrow,” Melissa promises you. “Right now, I just want to go to sleep with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” you hum as the two of you settle back down to a laying position. You lay your head on her shoulder.

“Goodnight, amore,” she whispers before kissing your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back before letting your eyes flutter closed.

The next Monday, the two of you walk into Abbott hand in hand, smiles on your faces. Ava immediately sees it and grins. She playfully wipes some fake sweat away in relief.

“Oh thank God,” the principal sighs dramatically. “You fixed it.”

“I did,” you chuckle. “And she is my woman, now. So we’re gonna need those forms to fill out.”

She leads the two of you into her office before pulling out the forms- and they’re already partially filled out in glittery ink.

“For Christ’s sake, Ava,” your girlfriend groans. “How long have you had these filled out?”

“Since the day you told Y/N she could crash at your place,” the principal laughs loudly. “I knew somethin’ was goin’ on between the two of you from that day on. It was just a matter of time as to when you two were gonna figure it out.”

Melissa snatches the papers out of Ava’s hands with a roll of her eyes. She starts to lead you out and towards the staff room to make a couple cups of coffee, but she’s stopped when the principal calls your names.

“And just let me know when you need paperwork for a marriage license! I already have those filled out too!”

“Ava!” the two of you shout at her as you continue on your way.

You two won’t need those papers for a while… especially when it took the two of you so long to get your heads out of your asses in the first place.

#melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction

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aethes-bookshelf · 1 year ago

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into you, I fall || alucard (castlevania)/reader

Back to my roots, baby! A lone Alucard smut fic amongst all my bg3 bs. I started this one a good while ago and finally got around to finishing it.

I gotta say, I love writing non-penetrative sex (acts?). Gives me more wiggle room when it comes to what the characters can do.

Pairing: alucard (castlevania)/reader

Warnings: pwp, smut, (kinda sorta) bondage, established realtionship, implied past sa

Wordcount: 2.1k

Summary: Alucard isn't sure he's ready to let you tie him up after what happened with the twins, but he wants to try anyway.

You come up with an alternative.

‘Okay,’ you said, checking the tightness of the ribbon for the fifth time in a row, ‘are you sure you still want to do this?’

Alucard nodded. His hands, bound, were resting comfortably on his stomach. For now.

‘Alright, then.’ You took his hands into yours and slowly lifted them above his head, making sure not to break eye contact. ‘Now, I’m not going to tie you to the bed. Not yet, anyway. So it’s up to you to keep your hands right where I put them, okay, hun?’

‘I know, love. You’ve told me all this before.’

‘Just making sure.’ You left a quick kiss on his bottom lip. ‘What’s the color?’

Alucard’s brow furrowed. He did trust you, he really did. And, to be fair, it was his idea in the first place — to try and do this with you. You’d let him tie you up a few times before, when he’d grown comfortable enough with the idea; he got curious, seeing your reactions. You always had that extra spark in your eyes when he tied you up, even before he actually touched you properly. Even if he was just in the process of tying you up.

Still, he couldn’t help the nervousness. Despite the fact you made sure to use the softest ribbon you could find in the castle and that you chose an entirely different position for his hands than… back then, just the sensation of being bound reminded him of things he’d rather forget. He was fully aware that he wasn’t even fully, properly bound — his hands were almost free, after all; all it would take for him to free himself would be a good tug. Still, the knot in his stomach tightened each time the ribbon rubbed against his skin.

Was this a good idea at all?

‘Yellow,’ he said, voice wavering.

‘Okay, I hear you,’ you replied. You sat back on your legs and spread his over them; you gently kneaded the tense muscles of his thighs. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just… Being tied up… brings back memories.’

You nodded. ‘Okay,’ you said, tone soft. ‘Remember, we don’t have to do this. I am perfectly fine with the sex life we already have, hun. You don’t have to do this.’

‘I-I know.’ He swallowed thickly.

‘Still,’ you continued, ‘this is an exercise, right? To see what you’re comfortable with at this point. You said so yourself.’ You drew tiny circles on the skin of his legs with your thumbs. He relaxed slightly under your touch. ‘So, what do you say we still try, but… change it up a bit?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘We could take away the ribbon, if you’re too uncomfortable with it on.’ Your hands stilled. ‘It’s not fun for me if you’re not enjoying yourself.’

‘But… what would be the point then?’ His eyebrows furrowed. ‘How would we even do this?’

‘Simple,’ you said, caressing the knot on the delicate ribbon. ‘You just keep your hands where I tell you to without being bound. You’ll still have to trust me, but you won’t have any added stressors on top of that.’

Alucard hummed. ‘I suppose that would keep the point of this… “exercise”,’ he said. His legs fully relaxed, no longer squeezing your hips.

You slowly grabbed the knot and untied it, keeping your eyes on his face. When the ribbon was finally off and discarded to the floor, you slipped your fingers inbetween his.

‘What’s the color?’ you asked again.

Alucard took a deep breath and closed his eyes. ‘...Green,’ he said after a moment.

‘Alright.’ You squeezed his hands and let go. ‘Keep your hands right where they are right now, okay? And remember, if you find that you’re too uncomfortable to continue, you say the word and we stop immediately.’

‘I know, love.’ He chuckled. ‘You don’t have to say it everytime we try something new.’

‘Yes, I do,’ you replied. ‘I like making sure you know you’re safe with me.’

‘I know that without you having to remind me.’ His eyes went soft; the sort of warm that made your face flush.

Judging by the flush of his cheeks, you must’ve looked equally soft, too.

‘I love you, you know?’

‘I know,’ he said, eyes flickering to your lips. ‘I love you too.’

You didn’t say anything; you just smiled. Even though it was clear that he wanted to kiss you, he stayed put, just like you asked him to. A few moments passed, with you caressing his thighs with gentle hands. You made sure to keep the eye contact going, knowing what it did to him.

When his face was fully flushed and his bare cock was half-hard against his thigh, the anticipation must’ve finally gotten to your poor Alucard. ‘Love…’ he cooed as he shifted his hips in your hold.

‘We’re going slow tonight. Nothing crazy.’

‘Does that mean you have to tease me like this?’

You chuckled, hands finally leaving his thighs to slide up his hips to his waist. Your grip on him was sure; he stilled under your touch. ‘It means exactly that, sweetheart.’

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. His breathing was slowly picking up. You squeezed at his waist and his cock twitched. He clenched his hands into fists, but they didn’t budge from where you placed them on his pillow.

‘Good boy, Alucard.’ You started exploring his chest and stomach with your hands, using just the slightest amount of pressure. He whimpered quietly when the pads of your fingers ghosted against his nipples.

‘I’m by no means complaining,’ Alucard said, voice breaking a bit when you properly pinched his nipples, ‘but why the praise?’

‘I know you’re frustrated,’ you rolled his nipples in your fingers and watched his chest rise off of the bed, ‘I know you want me to touch you properly.’

‘Of ‘course I do, I always—’

‘Ah! Wasn’t finished yet, hun.’ You let go of him and he promptly fell back on the mattress with a huff.

Alucard opened his mouth — most likely to complain — but decided against it. You probably wouldn’t touch him for even longer if he interrupted you again.

‘As I was saying,’ you continued, hands back on his chest, squeezing the fat and muscle there, ‘You want me to touch you — you probably want to touch me, too, judging by this.’ You slid your hand down his stomach and rubbed your palm against his cock, now fully hard.

He didn’t dare say anything; just clenched his teeth to stop the hiss of pleasure at the sudden contact. The muscles in his stomach clenched with the effort of it.

‘And despite all that, you still do as I say,’ you finished, hand leaving his cock. He tried to follow you with his hips, but stopped when you pushed back against them. ‘So… good boy, Alucard,’ you cooed again and leaned down to kiss his neck.

You lightly nipped at the skin under the curve of his jaw and soothed the sting with your tongue. With each drag of your teeth, tongue and lips his breathing picked up, until he was panting in your hold, until his head was thrown back, baring his neck to you completely. That was when you decided to grind your hips into his. The groan he let out sent a shiver down your spine.

You moved away from his neck just enough to sneak a glance at his face. He was flushed all the way down to his neck; his eyes were closed, eyebrows pinched in pleasure.

‘Oh, baby,’ you said, hands moving to his nipples again. He choked back a desperate little noise when you gave them a tug. ‘Don’t tell me you’re wrecked already? We didn’t even get to the best part yet.’

He didn’t answer, he just opened his eyes. The look he gave you was delicious; his eyes were beginning to glass over with tears of frustration. ‘Love, please…’

‘“Please” what, lovely?’ It was ridiculous just how giddy you were at the prospect of him begging.

His hands fisted the sheets above his head. ‘Please, touch me before I go insane.’ His cock twitched faintly where it was pressed into your stomach. ‘Please, love, I need you to touch me.’

You were going to touch him, you really were. But it wasn’t your fault he sounded so good like this. You promised you’d be gentle, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to be at least a little bit mean.

‘Oh, but I’m already touching you, aren’t I?’ It was the lowest of blows, the easiest possible way to get him to keep talking. But you didn’t care, as long as it got him to keep begging in that sweet, choked up tone.

He bucked his hips once, twice, grinding against your stomach. ‘You’re evil, you know that, right?’

‘I’m nothing of the sort.’ You chuckled, grinding back into him. You lived for the way his breath hitched. ‘I’m simply your lover, intent on giving you what you want. But in order to do that, I need to know… specifics,’ you paused for a moment and then moved against him again, just to watch his head loll back, ‘no?’

He nearly sobbed when you stopped. He was so hard it was getting painful. ‘Please,’ he whispered.

You smiled. ‘“Please”, what?’

‘Please keep going. Keep moving, anything.’ His hands were clenching the sheets so hard he was close to ripping them. ‘Make me cum. I wanna cum.’

‘There you go,’ you said as you started to move your hips at a slow, steady pace. Alucard’s loud moan ripped through the room at the relief of the friction. ‘Do you think you can cum like this, lovely?’

‘Yes,’ he gasped out. ‘Yes, just please don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop now.’

‘Don’t you worry, sweetheart.’ You leaned over him, dragging your hands up his stomach, past his chest and to his hands. You gently pried the sheets out from between his fingers; you held his hands in yours, fingers interlocking. ‘I’m not gonna stop until I feel you spill against me.’

He held your hands tight, almost too tight. Every movement of your body against his forced a moan from him. Each one picking up in pitch, until he was openly whining against you, head buried in your neck.

His cock started twitching against you as he arched his back into your chest.

‘Are you close, sweetheart?’ you asked, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

He nodded, golden hair a mess around his head. A mixture of ‘yes’ and ‘please’, and ‘don’t stop’ spilled from him.

‘Kiss me?’ he managed to ask between moans.

You leaned down and kissed him deeply. You ground your hips into his one, two, three more times before hot cum painted your skin. Alucard groaned into the kiss, hips twitching underneath you.

You stopped slowly, letting him ride it out with a few more gentle movements. When you finally stilled against him, he squeezed your hands in his and kissed you again. This time, it was gentle, almost chaste.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ you said, resting your forehead against his. You laid there for a long moment, until the stickiness of your skin couldn’t be ignored anymore. ‘Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?’

He huffed in protest as you moved to get up, but he let your hands go. ‘What about you?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him from over your shoulder. ‘What about me?’

‘You didn’t finish.’

‘Ah, that.’ You dipped a towel in the water you left by the bed. It was hot when you began; it cooled down enough to be pleasantly warm now. ‘Don’t worry about that, lovely. Tonight was about you.’

Alucard hummed. He relaxed into the bed when you put the warm towel to his skin. ‘Are you sure? I don’t mind getting you off, too. Hardly a chore,’ he was teasing now. A good sign, as far as you saw it; that meant he wasn’t stressed or afraid.

‘Oh, I know you “don’t mind” getting me off, you damn horndog.’ You whipped him gently with the towel. ‘But I like getting you off, too. Sometimes, getting to see you lose it a bit is enough.’

‘Ah, so you are evil, in the end.’ Alucard reached for your free hand and held it to his chest. ‘And I’m the horndog, huh?’

‘Don’t act like you’re not the same when it comes to me, lovely.’ You finished cleaning him up, folded the towel and brought its clean side to your skin.

‘True enough, I suppose,’ he said. His eyes never left your face. ‘Now that we’re both clean, you better come up here, to me. I want to hold you.’

‘And how could I say “no” to that?’ You dropped the towel back into the water and climbed back into bed. You settled into Alucard’s arms and sighed happily against his chest. ‘I love you.’

He kissed the top of your head and nuzzled into your hair. ‘I love you too.’

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highway-tuna · 10 months ago

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'777' (Chapter One)

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc: 3.4k+

warnings: depictions of anxiety, alcohol, swearing

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The loud slam of a palm hitting wood right beside your head shocks you straight out of your sleep, perking your head up and looking around. The scenery around you starts to piece together in your head that you didn’t go home last night, but instead fell asleep in the back office of the bar. “Jesus, hun. Again?” You whip your head to the direction of your boss, Eleanor, standing over your shoulder. Running your hands over your face and wiping the sleep out of your eyes, a yawn is the only thing that leaves you before any excuse even comes to mind. “At least you made it to the back this time.” She chuckles and shakes her head, collecting whatever she came back here for.

“Sorry, El. Sorry. I was closing up last night and I-”

“You’re fine, kid. Just try not to make this a habit. Well… anymore than it already is.” She claps an assuring hand against your back. Eleanor’s been your support system for the last couple of years, almost like a mother figure since you lost yours. Hell, your job at El’s bar has practically been your entire life since you started working there years ago. Everyone here has become almost family to you, even some of the clientele. Which is morbidly ironic for you, all things considered. “You hoppin’ on to help? Because if I were you, I’d probably wait until tonight. We’re gonna be busy as shit.”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to pick up shifts, sometimes even showing up to work off the clock. Just to help out. Just to be helpful. Was it probably illegal? Sure. Did you have a problem doing it? Not at all. There wasn’t a bone in your body that knew how to relax, take the day off. No matter how many times Eleanor would try to shoo you away to do so.

You tilt your head at her with slight confusion before taking a glance over at the perpetual calendar on the messy desk. “Oh. Friday night shift, yeah,” you mutter, mostly confirming with yourself. Time must really be escaping you lately, not even being aware of the days of the week. It’s been stressful. Especially with the anniversary coming up, you’ve been doing everything you possibly can to avoid your own thoughts.

She shakes her head, chuckling. An almost sly smile crosses her lips; a cat that swallowed the canary type of grin. “Not just that. There’s a big concert happening at the arena around the corner.” Her eyes narrow as if she’s testing you, clearly trying to garner some sort of reaction. You mirror her with an aura of confusion. “A homecoming concert…?” Whether it’s the brain fog from just waking up or simply not being in the loop, the discorded staredown continues. “Your buddies, those Greta boys! They’re back. Y’know, I’m awfully proud of them. My daughter’s actually a big fan...”

Her tangent goes on, but it fades off while you process the information you’ve just been given. They’re… here? Sam and Danny, Josh and Jake are here? On top of the spiral of thoughts, your body reacts as well: stomach twisting in knots, heartbeat picking up, that tingling sensation in your limbs. You won’t even see them. You try to reassure yourself. There’s no way they��d come into this bar of all places. Rich, famous rock stars have better places to be, better things to do than trudge up the past. They probably wouldn’t even recognize you if they saw you. Would you even recognize them?

“(Y/N)?” El calls out your name, bringing you back to earth. With the slight shake of your head and a couple of blinks, you look back at her. “So are you hoppin’ on now or later?” A sigh escapes you while you wrestle with your options. You’re not even scheduled today. You could just go home… not that you want to be there either. You could hop on now and try to leave before the rush. Like an asshole.

The chair beneath you screeches as you stand from it, bracing yourself against the desk. “I’m gonna grab something to eat first. I’ll… hop on when I get back, alright?” She gives you a wary smile and nod, letting you on your way. Practically storming out of the office, one of your coworkers catches you on your way out, just before reaching the door. Calling out your name in that shrill tone of hers, you debate even turning around. One hand already on the door, you whip your head around to respond, “What, Syd?”

Sydney’s the newest hire around here and as much as you hate to admit it, she’s basically already up to par with everyone else, both in skill and in relationships. Like the prettiest, daintiest little puzzle piece, she fits in perfectly. You’ve got no actual bad blood with her, but sometimes, you can’t hide your envy. She’s beautiful, she’s young, she’s great with people, the whole package. Unfortunately, she’s nice too. Her kindness blows every bitter feeling out of the water.

“Leaving already?” She asks, her head cocked to the side.

“Stepping out for food.” You push the door, ready to step out before she calls your name once more. You hide the roll of your eyes before turning to face her again. “Yes, Sydney?”

“Sorry, I could just ask you la-”

“Well, you’ve got my attention now. Go.” You hate being so stern, but she’s unfortunately caught you at a bad moment with the recent revelation that a whirlwind of history is performing around the corner from you. Your brow raises expectantly at her, waiting to finish her thought.

A sudden wave of nervous energy radiates from her which strikes you with guilt. “Right, yeah. Do you think you could cover part of my shift? Like twelve-ish onward? Only the last two hours, right?” Your face falls, for reasons unbeknownst to her, but she takes that as a cue to try to correct the situation. “It’s totally fine if you can’t. Or don’t want to. I get it. I just… I’ve been talking to this guy and he’s-”

“Yeah, I’ll take it.” Her smile’s uncontrollable and she’d probably shower you with praise and thanks if you hadn’t walked out as soon as those words passed your lips. You could’ve said no. You didn’t have to take her shift. Again, could’ve just left, but no. You never take the easy way out. As much as whatever feelings burn you up inside, you’d rather face it head on than be a coward.

Mindlessly walking to your favorite local eatery, a cacophony of screams and cheers cause you to stop where you stand. Right in front of the arena’s box office. A swarm of people seem to be clamoring around a general spot. Curiosity gets the better of you so you stick around, watching from a distance. The voices amongst the horde become clearer.

“Oh my god, Danny!”

“Sammy, hi!”

“I love you, Jake!”

A wry smile forms across your face. You can’t even help it. Luckily, the distance as well as the crowd block any view you might have had of the guys. Even luckier the same applies for them to you. It’s a funny situation that leaves you feeling empty. Only feet away stands a key to your past, a bittersweet trip down memory lane. The massive screen above the venue showcases tonight’s act. Greta Van Fleet. They’re bigger than ever, huh. They’ve grown, they’ve changed. You can barely recognize them. Especially the twins you once knew inside and out, who once knew you all the same. Taking a deep breath and one last passing glance at their ever adoring fans, you shove your hands into your pockets and keep walking on your way.

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“A band?” You can’t hide the bewilderment in your voice as you sit straight up from Josh’s bed. “But what about all of your film stuff? You’re just dropping that?” The twins were always wrapped up in some musical endeavors, but to make it a main focus was completely out of left field for Josh especially with us graduating in a couple of years. His sights were already set on going to film school.

The bed shifts as he sits up beside you, completely unfazed by your shock. “Don’t think of it as dropping it. I’ll get back to it. Or I’ll do it simultaneously.” Before you could interject, he continues. “Jake has really big plans w-”

“And so do you, Josh.” Your brows furrow in his direction.

“Sunny,” he speaks your nickname, loving but firm. His gentle hands find yours, interlocking fingers. “I know what I’m doing. I have a lifetime ahead of me to do everything I want to do. Right now, I want to help Jake do what he wants to do.” You sigh, knowing full well he won’t change his mind. You can see it in that determined glint in his eyes. Or maybe it’s the fact that both him and his brother are established stubborn asses. For better or worse. He lightens the mood with a hearty chuckle. “Hey, you get to be our number two biggest fan.”

“Who’s number one?”

Without missing a beat, you both come to the same conclusion. “Mom.” Karen Kiszka was the mother you never had. You were intertwined with the entire Kiszka family, but there were never ending pleasant things to say about Karen. She doted on you as well, treated you as if you were one of them. There were times you’d go to the Kiszka household to find the boys busy so you’d just spend time with her, helping around the house. It was a breath of fresh air compared to your home life.

“I could be your number one roadie, packing your shit up and following you guys around.”

Josh raises his brows with clear mischief. “Or our number one groupie?” The mere mention sets your cheeks aflame with blush. With a look of offense, you withdraw your hands from his to hit his shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He raises his arm to block the weak attacks.��

“You’re disgusting, Joshua.”

“Hey, I was joking. I’m not interested in groupies. Jake, on the other hand…” You roll your eyes and groan, cringing at that thought. It’s not surprising though. The second Jake could think about girls without the fear of cooties, he was off to the races. He never concerned himself with you, but maybe that was just because you’d always been around.

As if on cue, Jake comes barging into the room. His mouth opens to speak, but he’s swiftly cut off. “Do we not knock around here, brother?” Josh complains for the sake of complaining. Jake raises his brow as his eyes dart between the two of us.

“Is there a reason I should’ve knocked?”

You have no time to react as Josh wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. “Maybe I was spending one on one time with our number one groupie.” Laughing at his antics, you push him off of you and shake your head. Crossed arms as he leans against the doorframe, Jake simply watches our dispute.

“Stop calling me that!” You snap at him with laughter in the midst before hopping out of the bed, standing beside Jake staring at his twin with a look of disapproval. “As you can probably tell, Josh let me know about your little band.”

“And?” He smirks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Wanna join, sunshine?” You narrow your eyes at him as both boys snicker.

“I’d be no help there. I can’t even play anything.”

Josh gets up from the bed and heads towards us, stretching. “Jake’s teaching Sammy the bass. I’m sure he could teach you something too.” You lock eyes with Jake as his twin offers up his services. A silent exchange is made; Jake is willing to teach you and you shrug at the notion. It’s not a yes, not a no, but you’re definitely not joining a band. Josh pushes past the two of you, walking down the hall.

“Where’re you going?” Jake asks, “We’ve gotta practice. Sam just got back, let’s go.” Josh looks back and rolls his eyes at his brother. As the boys began to get together and set up, you simply lingered around, trying not to be in the way. You got a sudden feeling that you were intruding. A reassuring hand squeezes your shoulder. Jake speaks quietly, Josh and Sam clearly too distracted to hear what he was practically whispering to you. “You can stay and watch… if you want, sunshine. I know your dad’s-”

Before he could even finish, you nod frantically. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you.”

“Mom wouldn’t mind you staying the night. I know you say no everytime, but the offer’s out there.” One more squeeze before he lets go, returning to his brothers. You’d love to take the offer. If only you could.

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Your lunch (that just so happens to be your first meal of the day) is quickly wrapped up by the fact that your stomach can barely settle to eat so after finishing what you can, you head back to El’s. The afternoon shift moves pretty swiftly into the evening where things quickly start to pick up. The usual Friday night crowd pours in, working everyone out, but once eleven rolls around, things get out of hand. A horde of very wild and very sparkly people flood into the building. A group you could only assume came from a certain nearby concert. With one deep breath to prepare yourself, you plaster on your very best customer service voice and smile.

Drinks are flowing and service is booming. Transactions go well if not for the occasional nagging in the back of your mind when you hear the fans speak excitedly about Danny, Sam, Josh, and Jake. It’s another strange reminder of your circumstance, hearing them speak so casually about ghosts of your past. Even El, who knew about your connection, rarely spoke of them to you at all.

As you're finishing up a drink, you hear your name being called out over all the chatter. You turn to see Syd wiping her hands on a bar towel before approaching you. “I’m heading out. Are you sure you've got everything handled?” She asks, almost absentmindedly. Her eyes scan every patron in the bar. Ah, her date or whatever. Before you could give her the okay, you get pulled away to deal with another person. Order, drink, and payment; the transaction’s complete. Returning to Syd, you see her leaning over the bar, speaking directly into a guy’s ear.

He looks a little shady if anything. A hat, sunglasses, and a hood… inside a bar. If that doesn’t scream suspicious. You nudge her and give her a polite thin lipped smile as you get closer. “You’re good to go.” The shady man turns to you and clearly gives you a once over. Creeps at the bar are common, but to see Syd about to leave with a guy like that causes a sense of worry to fill you. We’re all grown adults, but the least you could do is get some information on this dude. “Actually…” You face the man and extend your hand. “I’m (Y/N). Your name?” The second the two of you touch, you manage to get a closer look at him and deeply regret this whole interaction.

“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” His jaw goes ever so slightly slack as he scoffs in disbelief. “Holy shit. It’s-”

“Hi, Sammy.” You immediately withdraw your hand, nervously running it over your face. “Sorry, you two have a good night.” You gesture to both him and Syd, quickly turning away to return to your work. Hoping and praying that he takes the hint and leaves you alone, that Syd just somehow understands and takes him out of the bar, you try to keep a straight face as you talk to other bar goers. Honestly, he should leave for his sake too, drawing a crowd would be a terrible idea. Although, Sammy has always been one for terrible ideas.

You hear your name being called out once more by the dreadfully familiar voice. Trying not to give him direct attention, you tend to someone around him. “(Y/N), I’ve gotta tell the guys you’re here. This is an insane coincidence,” he speaks out and whips out his phone.

Hunching over, you lean low to speak to him. “Sam, you should go, there’s a ton of your groupies here and I don’t want to have to play bodyguard, alright?” It felt bad to be so short with him, seeing how happy he is to see you, but you don’t have much of a choice here. Stuck behind the bar, you can’t really get away.

“When do you get out?” Not taking no for an answer here.

Sighing, you prepare yourself to be firm, ready to just kick him out when Syd chimes in from behind you, “Oh, she gets out at two.” So much for not having a reason to dislike her. “El would probably let you leave early if you asked.” The anger behind your eyes can barely be hidden.

“Eleanor’s still here? I should say hi to her,” Sam turns towards Syd with an expectant look. She nods and guides him out of sight, presumably to the back office. How well do they even know each other? How do they even know each other? More pressing matters plague your thoughts. The rest of the guys are going to know you’re here. Jake and Josh will know you’re here. Will they want to see you? They will, but why? They shouldn’t. They should just take their fancy instruments and go. Like last time.

Your body goes on autopilot as you continue to make and serve drinks. You jump at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. “Hun, I’ll take over,” El gives you a sweet smile. “You should go see your friends, (Y/N).” It’s a command disguised as a charitable gesture. How her eyes pour into yours, she’s begging you to go. “It’ll be good for you.” The seething child inside wants to lash out at her. What would she know, right? She can’t tell you what to do. But the memories swirling in your head and the empty feeling in your chest reminds you that she does know. She saw you at your worst.

Weakly, you nod wiping your hands on your shirt before leaving from behind the bar to the back office, collecting your belongings. Sam and Syd seem like they were almost waiting for you outside the backdoor exit. You inhale and exhale, closing your eyes just for a moment. As you walk up to them, Sam’s beaming with excitement. He takes off his hood, hat, and sunglasses, finally allowing you to get a good look at him. Over half a decade since you’ve seen him, he’s really grown up. Long hair, longer than before at least. Facial hair, very unlike how baby faced he was when you last saw him. But the Kiszka blueprint was still there.

You let your guard down and give him a genuine smile. Let’s try this again. “Hi, Sammy.” He doesn’t even respond, simply pulling you into a tight hug. It practically knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m sorry I had to hound you at work, but Josh would’ve had my head if I saw you and just let you go.” Just Josh? You chuckle and nod, slinking out of his tight grasp. “You should’ve come to the show tonight, you could’ve messaged one of us or-”

“Yeah, I didn’t know.” A half truth.

“Oh, our biggest fan didn’t know?” He teases, nudging you lightly. When you flatly laugh, a lull falls between you two. Between you three actually. Syd clears her throat, bringing all eyes on her. It’s as if you two forgot she was there. “We’re uh- actually headed to an afterparty of sorts. Everyone’s already there.” In an attempt to self soothe, you wrap your arms around yourself, fingertips pressing into your flesh. “You have to come with us. C’mon.”

The urge to turn around and head back into the bar or reluctantly just go home is extremely intense, but then you recall the look in El’s eyes. “That’d be- yeah, sure.” You gaze down at yourself, looking less than presentable. “Is there a dress code or something?”

Sam drapes one arm over your shoulder and the other over Syd’s. “Nah, you’re fine.” He laughs as we all start walking away from the bar. “If anything, you could work the bar over there. That’s probably where you’ll find Jake, anyhow.” Jake and alcohol has always been a recipe for disaster in your experiences. Fun.

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theywantedplayer · 2 years ago

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we need another trevor smut where he’s a sub🤭🤭 the last one was too good

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After the day Trevor had he just wanted to relax, lay in bed with you and do nothing but nothing turned into something else.

Now Trevor is busy whimpering into your neck as he slowly dragged his hips into you. He had his arms wrapped around you as he thrusted. He was a mess and he knew it, the feeling off your pussy just pulling him back in had him weak in the knee’s, really his whole body was weak. He’s already cam 2 time’s tonight, he just couldn't stop.

You ran your hands, threw his hair and scratched his scalp, making him moan at the feeling.

“It feels so good” He stuttered

“Trev…..” you moaned back

You knew Trevor was going to be needy after the day he had, all the interview’s and the game. He was away from you all day, so you knew he was going to be touchy. Just the way he looked at you when he got in the car you knew what was going to happen. The way he couldn't keep his hands off you when you walked in the door, or how he couldn't stop kissing you when you both layed down.

Trevor began kissing and nipping at your neck, his hips started to slow down just a little. HIm now showing signs that he was starting to become tired.

“You gettin Tired Trev” You smiled

He hummed into your neck in response.

“Come one hun,I know you need one more, give me one more” You cooded

“One more” He whimpered pulling his head out of your neck

Trevor’s bottom lip was red and swollen from biting down on it, his face was flushed red, his hair a mess. His mouth was open and his eyes closed trying his best to push himself to the Edge Of the third time tonight.

You attached your mouth to Trevor’s neck leaving open mouth’s kisses down to his shoulder, you both knowing it was going to leave marks.

“ gonna cum” Trevor cried

You looked at him, seeing tear’s appear on his lash line. You felt the knot in your stomach start to unravel at the same time Trevor was cumming. You nail’s drug into Trevor’s shoulder’s as you come. Trevor let out a breath,while he laid down on top of you. You ran your hand through his hair as you kissed the side of his head.

“Fuck I love you s-so much” He whined into your neck

You heard him sniffle making you smile at the fact he got so worked up.

“I love you too Trev,let’s go shower then we can watch some tv”

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It was a quiet Saturday evening in the city of Saitama. The day was slowly winding down, as it usually did. At the Miyuki residence, Sayaka was busy straightening up the house. Thankfully, Yoshiko was in her room, playing quietly, which made her work a lot easier. Not that she didn't love her daughter, but it made cleaning up a little difficult when her energetic child was always underfoot.

"Almost done," Sayaka sighed, wiping the sweat off of her brow with a satisfied smile. Looking up at the living room clock, she could see it was still relatively early, which means she had enough time to get dinner ready just as soon as she was finished. Preparing to give the room one last thorough check, she heard the doorbell to her home sound out.

Stopping what she was doing, the single mother went to the door and looked as it was a delivery person holding a large box in both his hands.

"Delivery for Mrs. Miyuki," he stated, the clipboard for her to sign on top of the box.

"That's me." Sayaka answered, signing for the package, though she was a bit confused. She didn't recall ordering anything recently. So who sent this for her? Taking the package from the man and bidding him farewell. Lugging the heavy thing upstairs to her bedroom, she sighed as she dropped it on her bed. It was then she noticed the shipping label on it.

"It's... from Minato?"

Frowning slightly, the woman tried to recall just who would send her something from Minato, as it was a large division with a number of people. Figuring she wasn't going to get any answers just looking at it, she knew she'd have to open it. Grabbing a pair of shears from a nearby dresser, she cut the tape binding the two top halves together and opened it. Seeing some sort of fabric inside, she pulled it out getting a better view of it.

...

As she did, Sayaka's mouth opened wide and her face turned red.

Why?

Because in her hands in plain view for her to see was...

...a very risque-looking pair of lingerie.

"...W-What?!"

Dropping the fabric material onto the bed in shock, Sayaka looked as inside the box were other very similar pieces of clothing inside, making her face turn even more red as she covered her mouth in shock.

...And it wasn't just lingerie, but other items meant for... "non-family friendly" activities, including some vibrators, a bottle of aphrodisiac, a box of condoms, and many more.

As the division leader wondered if this was a joke from her slightly-perverted friend, Lola, she noticed a letter at the bottom of the box. With a shaking hand, she pulled it out and looked at it:

'Dear Sayaka,

Happy-belated birthday, babe! I'm really sorry I sent these gifts to you so, so late! I completely forgot it was your birthday a few days ago, and I probably wouldn't have even known if Lola hadn't told me. But it wasn't just because it was your birthday that I sent these "lovely" gifts to you. She also informed me that you and a certain doctor and researcher from Toyama have finally tied the knot! Congratulations hun! I'm so happy for you! But now, that means you have two men you have to keep satisfied. So, I went out and bought all of this for you! And don't worry, if the lingerie doesn't fit, I kept the receipt so you can get them fitted properly.

Congratulations again, sweetie! I'm really, really happy for you! And happy birthday again! Good luck with your men, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!' 😉

Love,

Aika

As Sayaka finished the letter, the question of who sent her these... gifts was finally answered. As she was still trying to process the last few minutes, she failed to notice her door being opened until she heard a familiar voice call out to her...

"Mommy?"

The scream Sayaka let out could’ve been horror movie star worthy as she automatically threw the scantily clad piece to a random corner and pushed the box full of naughty items off the bed and out of her precious daughter’s innocent eyes. “Y-Y-Yoshiko!!” The woman sputtered as she snapped her head to face her daughter who was still standing in the doorway, staring at her mother with wide, curious eyes, the four year old didn’t seem to react to her mother’s rather loud scream and only looked at where she threw the article of clothing and tilted her head in confusion. “What was that, Mommy?”

Sayaka crossed the room as quickly as possible to get to her daughter and kneeled down to gently grasped at her shoulders and turned Yoshiko’s attention to her. “I-It was nothing, baby, just a package, what is it that you need, sweetie?” The brunette woman desperately tried to change the subject, last thing she needed was to explain to her literal toddler what was in that goddamn box Aika gave her, she also made the mental note to try and fail to curse Lola out the next time she sees her, it hadn’t even been a full week yet and now word of her relationship had spread all the way to Minato, god knows who else the model had blabbed to.

Thankfully, Yoshiko being the child she is, had the attention span of a goldfish and immediately perked up to speak what was on her mind when her mother asked. “Mommy! Let’s have a tea party!”

Sayaka blinked, not exactly sure what she was expecting but it wasn’t that but hey, she wasn’t gonna complain, definitely beats trying and failing to explain the birds and the bees to her severely underage child. “Eh? Isn’t it a tad late for a tea party though, sweetie? Also, I don’t want you spoiling your dinner with sweets.”

Yoshiko shyly twirled her foot into the ground and looked at her mother with pleading eyes. “I know…but please? It’ll be really fun! Also, Ms. Poppy was really wanting tea and auntie Lola always says that you should never keep a lady waiting!”

Sayaka’s eyebrow twitched at the mention of the blonde but immediately shoved anything she wanted to say down and sighed, reaching a hand up to gently pat her daughter’s hair. “Okay, love, let’s have a tea party but we’re going to be serving dinner instead of sweets, okay? Maybe I’ll let you have one piece of leftover cake, okay? One piece.”

Yoshiko’s eyes shined at the promise of cake as she rapidly nodded her head and began to make way out of the room to grab her favorite plushies and get ready. “Okay, mama!”

Thank you for the gift!

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mrsaguapapi · 2 years ago

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Chapter 15

Let's Play a Game

The Vibe:

Frank Ocean - Pink + White

*Knock Knock*

"She's here!" I say to Namor as I jump out of his lap from the couch.

Not having any clothes here for Namor to wear out was an easy fix; the great thing about living in New York is that you can get just about anything delivered. I ordered him a black button-down, grey slacks, and paired them with brown dress shoes.

Opening the door, I see a beautiful young woman at the door holding a bag of clothes from Express, "Millie Parker?" She asks smiling at me with a bit of a blush. I notice her looking me up and down; I'm still just wearing my white silk robe and it doesn't leave much for the imagination

"Yes, ma'am," I say taking the bag from her and handing her a tip, "Thank you so much!"

"No problem," She says, "You are very beautiful"

Before I could thank her for the compliment I feel Namor behind me gently wrapping his arms around my waist; quietly telling the woman I'm taken, "Thank you hun, you're beautiful too" I say smiling back.

I see her grab a pen and write something on the receipt before she hands it to me lightly brushing my hand, "here's your receipt. Have a great night" She says winking at Namor then leaving.

I close the door while reading the note

'Call me :) XXX-XXX-XXXX'

"looks like we just got asked out, " I say showing Namor the note

"Hmm," he says, "I'm not opposed to the idea," He says kissing my neck and sliding a hand down my robe groping my breasts, "I'd like to watch" he whispers in my ear

"Typical man" I laugh and roll my eyes

Pocketing this for later hehe

"Here," I say holding out the bag for him to take, "Come on let's go get dressed"

We go to my room and get dressed for the night; he finishes before me and sits on the bed while reading an old magazine of mine.

Tonight I decided to wear a black leather almost mini skirt and a red laced bralette top that hugged my breasts and expose my stomach; topped off with a pair of black knee-high heels and a golden choker to accentuate my neck. I don't go crazy on makeup today, just a little eyeliner, mascara, and gold eyeshadow in the corner of my eye as well as some red lip gloss.

I grab some lotion and step out into my room looking at myself in my full-body mirror making sure everything looks good, "Can you rub some of this on my back pleaseeee?" I asked holding out the lotion toward Namor.

He looks up from what he was reading and I swear in .02 of a second his face went from relaxed and innocent to stressed and sinful. He tosses the magazine on the bed and walks to me taking the lotion from my hand, "Turn around" he firmly commands

I do as he asks and watches him through the mirror; he squeezes some lotion in his hands and gives me the bottle. Starting with my shoulders and working his way down my back he massaged the lotion through, even going under my bralette, doing a thorough job. He continued to massage my back rubbing out a few knots from stress; the moment was incredibly intimate. I could see on his face that he was holding back from taking me right here.

Hehe, I knew this outfit would get me in some trouble ;)

When he finishes with my back I turn to him, "Thank you my love" I smile

"I'm not done yet," he says, "turn back around please" he softly asks while taking the lotion back from my hand. I do as he says, curious to see where this goes; I continue to watch him through the mirror. Namor bends down to his knees so he was at eye level with my ass. He takes some more lotion and begins to rub my thighs only stopping to lightly lift my skirt so he could massage my ass. I suddenly started to feel really warm and flushed, he was giving me butterflies. Gently I feel him nudge me at my legs wanting me to turn and face him.

I decide to turn around slowly, wanting to give him a little show. Finally facing him I take my heeled foot and graze his inner thigh, "You enjoying yourself?"

"I am," he says looking up at me taking my leg, and begins to kiss up my thigh

I have a fun little idea

"Do you think I look good Namor?" I ask faking innocence

"I think you look breathtaking," he says between Kisses, "And I think I will not last a full night out if you wear something like this." He says looking up at me still kissing my thighs, inching closer and closer to my core.

"That was the point." I laugh and take my foot placing it on his chest and push him back a little, "Let's play a game"

He rubs my thigh contemplating for a moment, "I'm listening"

"I'm curious how long you'd last before ripping my clothes off tonight. So, if you be on your best behavior tonight until we get home you can do whatever you want to me. If not, you can't touch me for a week"

"A Week?" he says kind of distressed

"Mhmm," I say, "You don't have to do this but..." I say taking my heel and gently lifting his chin "Imagine how good it would feel if you win; or how even better it would feel if you lost. What do you say?"

I can see his eyes darken a bit as he contemplates, "Fine, I'll play along, but only if we start after I taste you."

"Deal," I say smiling back at him

He smiles, "Lean back"

I do as he says and lean back on the wall; he approaches me and begins to pull down my thong with his teeth. Before he could go any further I got a call from a good friend, "I'll call her back" I say

"Answer it," he says as he spreads my legs

Oh he freaky, freaky

I lean my head back on the wall and answer my phone, "Hey Karen, what's up?"

"Hey, girl! The guys and I are getting together for a couple of drinks, you should come."

"Umm," I say trying to process what she just said. Namor is really doing his best work eating me out right now. He has my leg over his shoulder, with my thong hanging from my ankle, and my skirt fully lifted; rubbing my clit while tongue fucking me, making it extremely hard to focus, " Yea um, My boyfriend is with me and we had other plans. Can I talk to him first ?"

"Oh no, you're not with bucky are you?" She asks concerned

I hold the phone away from my ear so I can softly moan without her hearing me, "Fuck" I whisper to myself bringing the phone back to my ear, "No no. Um, I have a lot to fill you in on" I say not wanting to say anything further before talking to Namor first.

What do we tell people?

"Oh okay. Well, I'll send you the address to the bar in case you decide to come, bring the new beaux! I hope you can at least stop by I miss you."

"I miss you too!" I say kinda rushed, "Okay hun I got to go, I love you byeee" I say hanging up and throwing my phone on the bed, "Fuck" I moan out as I grab Namor by the hair holding him in place, "Right there"

I'm so close to finishing when Namor decides to stop and put my leg down, taking my thong and putting it in his pocket, "I'll be keeping these for the night" he says standing up and moving so close to me but stops and leaves an inch of room between us. Without breaking eye contact he pulls my skirt back down in place and smooths off any wrinkles, "I like playing games too" he says teasing me

"Oh, it's on. You will eat your words" I say snaking my hand down his leg and firmly grabbing his dick through his pants before I walk away grabbing my long black coat on the way out of my room, "Come on let's go"

"As you wish Ki'ichpan," he says proudly of himself

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The Vibe:

Anything You Want Me To

We roamed the busy city grabbing street food as we walked around seeing the sites. Eventually, I decide to take him to my job; I work at the American Museum of Natural History. I figure it would be cool to show him where I work. We're walking through the entrance with masses of people around us. I see Namor looking a little overwhelmed with all the people so I take his hand and drag him to a side entrance so we can use the employee wing. I go up to the panel and use my key card to scan in and open the door quickly pulling him through and closing it behind us, successfully separating us from the loud crowd "Better?" I ask him

"Much. Thank you." He smiles "So you work here?"

"I do," I say plainly, holding his hand and as we begin to walk

"You don't sound happy about it" he chuckles

"Ugh, it's complicated ya know? Many museums have legacies rooted in colonialism; their collections were from wealthy donors who benefited from empires or war criminals who stole from countries who couldn't defend themselves." I sigh, "I can't tell you how many times I have stopped myself from using my powers to steal back everything, and return them to their people which would undoubtedly start a war. If I work here, then at least I know I can take care of these artifacts and they're in good hands." I pause, "God, I'm sorry that was a lot"

"No, I like to hear your passions. What exactly do you do?"

"I'm one of the curators here, so I oversee museum collections by managing the acquisition, preservation, and display of the artifacts. I sometimes do seminars, lots of research, or public service activities of the institution." I lightly laugh, "I would be lying though if I said I didn't enjoy it. Being able to get paid to learn and travel is great and watching the kid's reactions to our exhibits, fills my cup."

"You'll be a great mother," He says so matter of fact

"Oh hush" I laugh, "Come on future baby daddy, I wanna show you the 'Hall of Mexico and Central America'. This exhibit is closed so we'll be the only ones here." I say pulling him through another door, "This is one of my favorite spots. From the richly woven textiles to the stunning silver figurines made by the Inka, all works of exquisite craftsmanship are in this gallery. This Hall features the art, tools, and technologies of pre-Columbian cultures in South America. You'll also find artifacts from Mesoamerican cultures including the Maya, Olmec, Aztec, and others in this hall dedicated to the archaeology of Mexico and Central America as well as exhibits about the traditional cultures of modern Amazonia." I say fast almost running out of breath, "You know you gotta stop me or I'll continue to assault you with all of my knowledge" I joke

"I love you" Namor speaks up causing me to look him in the eye "I know we are taking our time, but I cannot wait to marry you," He says pulling me into a quick loving kiss, "Go on show me more"

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We spent almost 2 hours walking around and talking, I showed him the rest of my favorite exhibits giving him a personal tour of the place. It was a cute little date night.

As we were leaving the building I received a text from Karen:

520 E 6th St, New York, NY 10009

Here's the address to Josie's bar!

I hope you can make it.

9:45 pm

This is Foggy. Get your ass over here and bring the boy. ILY <3

9:46 pm

"Hey, how social are you feeling?" I ask as we walk

"The nights still young; what did you have in mind?"

"A couple of my friends are wanting to get drinks, are you up for meeting them?"

"Of course," he says smiling at me

"Great!"

I text Karen Back:

Be there in 15 :)

9:50 pm

"Okay, this should be fun," I say excitedly, "So what do you want me to say to people about you? Like your name and where you're from. What's your cover story?" I joke

"Hmmm, My name is Namor Huerta, I'm a historian visiting you from the Yucatan Peninsula; we met through your work. How does that sound?" He replies

"Sounds perfect to me, fair warning though, they were in law and will know you are lying BUT, they won't question it."

"Why won't they?"

"They've been involved in superhuman work too, so they get the secrecy," I say then whistling to call a taxi, "I didn't bring my sling ring, so we'll have to travel like peasants" I laugh as the taxi pulls up. We get in and I tell the driver to take us to our destination and help Namor Buckle up, I'm like 99% sure he's never been in a car

Little lost puppy

"You okay?" I ask holding his hand

"I'm great," he says smiling back and squeezing my hand, "is there anything else I should know about your friends?"

"Nothing really, Matt and Foggy are lawyers with their own firm, I should mention that Matt is blind," I say leaving out that he is also Daredevil.

Not my secret to tell

"Karen is a journalist, and they all know about my powers. That's really about it" I pause remembering a significant detail

Fuck

"There is one thing you should know," I say nervously laughing, "Matt and I are, how did you put it, familiar "

"Familiar" he repeats

I clear my throat, "Yes," I say beginning to sweat, "It wasn't really serious, just mostly sex. We work way better as friends"

"Mhm" Namor just responds, not letting on what he's thinking, " I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. But, you have a had a whole life before me and it's not my place to be upset," he says trying to be very supportive

"Are you convincing me or yourself?" I laugh

"Still trying to figure that out"

"This is going to be a fun night," I say laughing and leaning into his ear. "Are you going to be on your best behavior?" I whisper sliding my hand into his shirt and playing with his chest.

"We'll see," he says a little strained, "If you don't stop teasing me, I'll end this game now"

I laugh pulling away, "Okay grumpy pants"

10 min later we pull up in front of Josie's; I pay the driver as we get out of the car headed towards the entrance. Namor opens the door for me allowing me to go in first; stepping through he takes my hand and kisses it, once again subtly marking his territory to the surrounding patrons, "I love you" he quietly mouths to me making my heart skip a beat. Lost in the moment we both didn't realize that Karen was walking towards us.

"You made it!" She yells hugging me, "And you brought the boy!" She says waving to Namor, "Come on our table is in the back, it's quieter there"

Still holding hands we follow Karen to our table, where we find Foggy, and Matt.

"Look what the cat dragged in" Foggy Says

"Hey Foggy!" I say to him then looking to Matt, "Good to see you, Matty"

"Millie" He smiles, "Who's the friend?" gesturing his hand to Namor

"This is my boyfriend Namor everyone. Namor this is Karen, Foggy, and Matt"

"Nice to meet you all," he says politely

"Have a seat y'all" Karen says getting into her seat

Namor helps me take off my coat placing it behind the chair, pulling it out for me to sit, and sitting in the seat beside me.

"So how'd you guys meet," Karen says before sipping her beer.

"Through work" I respond

"And what is it you do Namor?" Matt asks

"I'm a historian at the Mayan World Museum of Mérida," he says without skipping a beat

Oh he's good

I place a supportive hand on Namor's leg and raise my other for the passing bartender, "Can we get 2 coronas and lime? And Keep them coming please."

Gonna be a long night.

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