#maddie my wifey

[ridethehammett]

i need to feel james’ mustache on my poosay 🙈

maddie 😭 (real)

BUT IM BETTER THAN JAMES MOMEE LET ME TREAT YOU RIGHT HOE 💔💔💔

ALSO YOU GUYS MADDIE IS THE BEST SHE GOT ME A CHRISTMAS GIFT !!

[star-dust-wanderer]

I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE LOVE 'CUZ YOU DESERVE IT SWEETIE PIE!!!

🌷🌸🌷🌸

🌸🌷🌸🌷🌸

/ᐠ🌷🌸🌷🌸🌷

( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ🌷🌸🌷

\ つ \ /

U U / 🎀 \

Flowers for you sweetie pie!! 😚✨

I am obligated to give my babygirl something in return

[phantomaniacal]

husband and wifey. 5'05" Maddie looks manic, 6'06" Jack is pouty.

they wear white-and-black in my AU, since they are directors of the GIW in it.

[candyredterezii]

Hmm, there is no tag, the content is all free range. I will simply continue to keep my hands busy so I may not go around with them in the air as I pace back and forth. Do you do pacing? Horrible act, but staying still drives me crazy. Maybe there are slow tigers after me?

I don't rlly pace toooo much? but my wifey Maddi does a lot of pacing !!

[cryptid-killjoy]

She hadn't even realized she was digging her talons in the same placement as her own pain as she gripped. But Frank always matched her pain. Pain relief was for the weak minded to Delta because everyone was weaker than Frank. Delta was never into religion, but if she believed in anything anymore it was who suffered for her the most was the one she'd turn to. That was Frank. He embodied pain, not just his own, but all of hers.

The moment his fingers touched her, spread her, relief and more need became all the more urgent. She shimmied back pushing into those fingers. She liked the rough feeling of the stone wall in front of her and the high winds that breezed through her hair over the tower.

It was getting colder out and there was mist on the water. The cold was constrasting the heat building up inside her body. As Frank was pushing in she was moaning out too, didn't hold back despite guests, not that she thought she was being watched. It wasn't on her mind. She asked Frank to take her out of her mind and it already working. The feeling of his cock so close, all up against her as he did only drove more into madness. The sound of his voice, his real voice out loud - my. Even someone like Delta wasn't immune to such monikers. She'd never be anything but the double headed dragon. His acid girl.

Moreso she loved the way he groaned it out, hungry, possessive.

Arthur had just left Maddy. Time was ticking. He just came running up the stairs. He was in such a hurry he didn't hear the noises. There was nothing to give him a clue of what was happening. He walked right up there and landed at the top of the stairs when Frank had groaned out her name.

Arthur stepped up. For a moment Arthur couldn't move. Eyed bugged. It was by far the hottest thing he'd ever seen in all his life or death. Delta's face bore absolute pleasure in way he'd never known. From her make-up to her hair she was absolutely stunning. He didn't even have to see skin to think it. Then there was this stark dark reminder looming over her of exactly who she belonged causing that look on her face, and causing those sounds to come from her mouth, saying those words right out loud. His heart started to pound in his ghostly chest.

Then the moment it dawned on him under normal circumstances Frank would want to kill him if he weren't already dead and that frozen feeling wobbled. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity Oodalalee-Fucking-A. Then he managed to move his feet and turned fast and hid back at the curve of the stairwell. It took his body a moment to catch up that he was somewhere he didn't belong he was so shocked. He made the move so clumsy fast his damn peg leg went clunking down the steps right out from under him. He held his breath for each clunk until the echos left the dwell.

Then he just sat there all crouched down listening to pair fuck from around the corner. Ever devoted Arthur, even in death, was trying to wait it out considering he'd been trying for the whole ball to see them. It took everything in him not to peek. He'd press his face against the stone tempted, but too nervous. The image of what he already saw was playing over in his head as he listened on the edge totally tuned in.

---

Every word Geppeto said was like a tuning fork right into Willem's heart. It was reminder of what he was losing himself the more life he gave. If was stark because he was seeing Geppeto did not regain it even in death. It was a gift to those lives forever it seemed. He regretted nothing and Willem knew by how joyous a man he was in death neither would he. He'd move forward carefully, but regret? Never. It made him admire the man even more and who knew that was possible?

Then old Gep was gone.

Sweaty eyeballs? Oh boy.

"Fucking sweaty eyeballs are the worst." He said as he wiped at his own and then said, "You're getting a moment of wifey treatment tonight like it or not. Do it for me. I need the treatment." Then he leaned in and gave his best friend, super specialist person the biggest hug. It was a big one that didn't want to let go because he was too busy holding onto all the feeling Geppeto just left them with and was squooshing them all inside them both.

When he did pull back he took the biggest breath. "Tell me what I can do for you tonight, Smalls? Stay with you till the last bus is out? You wanna come with to check on the dolls? Wanna ditch your duties tonight and go home? Make everyone stay at the inn? Fuck 'em. We got movies we could watch? They'll live until tomorrow. What are they gonna do about?" Asked the pirate mind with no fucks given. All he knew was after that he felt like it was all up to Figaro.

Frank couldn’t help the deep chuckle as she was already so needy, that she couldn’t make up her mind about anything. Not even in her thoughts, not in her words, nothing. This was the sort of thing that made him feel powerful, even more than bearing all of the pain that she could inflict made him feel. When her wings would break out from her skin and her talons would penetrate into his back at the same time, in the same places so that he could feel what she felt - oh, this connection was going to be the death of him, but it was the life of him also.

He almost wanted to go slow. To tease her. To enjoy her fully. Get down onto his knees and lift her dress and go underneath it, lick up every drop of her arousal while getting harder by the second -

But even he did not dare to tell Delta no, not when she had this tone.

He could feel his cock twitch, clearly aroused before he was even out of these annoyingly tight leather trousers. His plush lips parted, letting out a deep and lustful groan, just in the anticipation, his large eyes closing. One would think he was touchstarved with how he was reaction to just the simple act of the loosening of his pants. He opened his eyes again, just to see the panties fling over the walls. It was a pretty goddamn good thing that Diablo had flown around and grabbed them. The jealous rage that he would have been in if someone had come across them, someone like Arthur, someone like a Laveau. Those were theirs. No one elses.

God, she was sexy.

Especially when she was in the midst of her transformation like this. He shivered with the expectancy of the pain that she was going to put him through, to share. Even if she ripped through his costume, oh, those talons and leather together? Actually, that was such a delicious combination. His hands started to wander, over the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist, up her back to the place where the wings had broken through, feeling the blood on his fingertips, spreading it.

And now, she said, and like an obedient little lover, he started. But not in the submissive way.

He quickly bent her over, large hands pushing, skirt lifting, exposing herself to him, while she looked out over the ramparts, towards the land that was all theirs. His fingers, still slick with blood, were his lubricant as he brought his fingers between her legs and began to delve in. He was a considerate lover, after all, and he knew that he was large. He had to make absolutely sure that he would fit.

“So wet-” He murmured, speaking outloud. He liked the way that the words sounded on the wind as he pumped them in and out of her. His own arousal fit snugly between her crack, growing harder until finally, he felt that she was ready. His fingers pulled out and his cock head went in, slow strokes turning to powerful and yet desperate ones, a long and satisfied groan escaping his lips. "That's my Acid Girl."

He heard the thoughts before he heard the footsteps. He almost rolled his eyes as his lip got snagged by his teeth. Arthur. The little runt, even bugging them after death. But was he about to stop? No, but he would pull Delta’s skirt back down to cover them as much as it could, protecting her modesty. No peeks for the aardvark.

--

Figaro and Gepetto had been talking long before Gep took Willem as his apprentice. Figaro had seen how Willem was really good at tinkering with things, how he was looking for a place to belong, a way to make a mark that wasn’t just following in his father’s footsteps. They weren’t the most dense person in the world, even if they were a bit emotionally stunted in ways. And they were the one that encouraged their father to take an apprentace, something that Gepetto hadn’t done since Hansel.

He definitely proved himself, he got the job with his own merit, and was clearly very talented, with how he was able to keep on getting clients, even outside of Gepetto’s. But Figaro still liked to think they helped.

No matter how long Willem would be gone, whether it’s to the fairy realm or New Zealand to hang out with their friends, or anywhere in this big wide world - Fig was going to keep a place for them in Funkytown. That hammock was staying up. Not to mention if anyone tried to bar him, Hansel would definitely come out and kick their asses.

“I hyuckin’ love you too,” Figaro said, and Gepetto joined in as well, but he went ahead with his own version, “I enormously love you both, my girl, my boy.”

Time passed. The ball was jumpin’ til the sun came up, though there was more than just the autumn sunshine behind these walls, what with Elsa’s busy hands. And then, unfortunately, it was time to say goodbye. Gepetto took one of Figaro’s hands in his wrinkled old one, calloused through years of work, scarred through smashing, cutting, splintering, burning, stabbing, all the tricks of the trade, and then Willem’s hand in his other.

“I have traveled a lot of places throughout my time, I have had a very good, very long, very adventurous life,” He said, his tone rich, like he was telling a story. He chuckled slightly. “Even if I cannot remember some of it because I gave those memories up to create lives. But I never forget what it is important, like people, like you two. People … have always known instinctively what places have power and that is where they build. Temples, shrines, cathedrals, castles,” He shrugged as to motion around him. “And I have seen some of these places but the best one, in my opinion, the one with the most power is home. Funkytown. And it’s because of you both. The landscape around it changes but because of you two, it stays the same, it stood the tests of time. Keep it safe, as you keep one another safe. Keep it fun, as you two are always having fun with each other. And keep it funky, as you two will always be.”

And after these words, he faded, going back to his new home, or to haunt the old, neither of them knew. But Figaro knew which one they were hoping for.

“Damn - sweaty - eyeballs,” Figaro said, turning for a second to wipe their eyes again, messily with the palm of their hand.

[holidayvisa]

29 March 2024 - I snoozed my alarm until the absolute latest I possibly could. I think we needed to be in the car driving away by 6:15, and I think I rolled out of bed at 6:08 am. Jimmy, Elise, and I hopped in Jimmy's car, and Jimmy dropped Elise off at work, and Jimmy and I continued on to Ally's house to pick up Maddie. We spent the whole day with Maddie. I spent a lot of the day on the couch with my feet elevated and iced. I worked on getting that invoice sent to Cam and figuring out New Zealand taxes. Jimmy and Arnie took Maddie for a walk, and I decided not to go, just to rest my ankles. Laura, Elise, Evie, and Isaac showed up at my house that arternoon, and they drove me to Cam's house in Te Atatu to grab the camera and day sheet for the trip the following day. Long story short - I'm going to guide a canyon tour tomorrow 😬.

Anyway, I drove Elise's car, with Laura in the front seat and Elise squeezed in the back in between Evie and Isaac, to Piha. I hung out with Laura, Elise, Evie, and Isaac the rest of the afternoon and evening.

I'm grateful to have spent the day with Jimmy and Maddie and Arnie, and I'm grateful to have spent the evening with Elise, Wifey, and the kiddos.

[runwayblues]

GRACE love ur new theme wifey <33

MADDIE BABY MY LOVE thank you 🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖💖💖

[tarlosbuddie]

9-1-1 + Superlatives 

requested by anonymous 

[ridethehammett]

i think maddie has lost the plot venus

this isn’t even the worst i’ve heard from her bro she’s a menace 😭 LOVE YOU POOKIE @metalcowgirl

[hoekageyama]

hi sexy 😻😻 um um my selfship is hajilex! (hajime x lex) my preferred pronouns is she/her, one of my fave songs is pluto projector by rex orange county, fave season is autumn!! thanks in advance wifey mwah congrats on your milestone once again <33

aghhhh baby!! tysm for participating 🥰 sorry it’s late lmaoooo

a/n: the H in this dont refuses to work correctly for me so i had to use his last name 😪 instead of y’all ship name

𝕃𝔼𝕏 + 𝕀𝕎𝔸𝕀ℤ𝕌𝕄𝕀

hajime books the two of you a fancy hotel for a weekend getaway

you both have been so busy lately with your respective jobs, that you haven’t been able to do more than sleep in the same bed together

he had the hotel’s room service set up candles around the room

along with a nice dinner for two

he plans everything without you knowing

the entire weekend is filled with soft whispers of love and cozy cuddles staring out at the skyline of the unfamiliar city

© all content belongs to hoekageyama 2020. do not modify or repost.

[telltalebatman]

: ) YESSSSS @sunlian

ok so first things first: tommy originated bc i wanted to slap a face and a name onto the nameless PC from house flipper lmao, i prommy it's a good chillout game, and since it's all abt. renovating places and handling stuff like hammers and so on, i went w/ randomly deciding im playing as a butch, bc i sure as hell do not trust dudes w/ this stuff anymore!

but basically tommy (any pronouns generally, but has a preference for he/him to be reserved for their love life, since "i'm not really a dude same way my brother is, i'm only this way to be absolutely ogled by ladies") and her baby (1 year younger) (she does not let him live this down) brother come from a poor family, where they both had to pick certain skills up relatively early. tommy took the high road and got incredible w/ stuff like carpentry and power tools. manny (baby bro) took the low road and chose the life of crime for himself. except manny is my PC from the thief simulator where we steal shit like toaster ovens and forks, so this is the caliber of crime we're talking about.

in the present day, where mac gargan is missing and frankie is confessing to spider-man, tommy is already married to amaya (my pc from the PC building simulator lmaooo) and they have a daughter together. they sometimes borrow frankie and mac's dog in lieu of a babysitter, bc their daughter is a clever girl who doesn't need one, all while brutus is excellent at making sure no little girl ever gets kidnapped when he's around.

tommy is a very stoic person who doesn't question the ridiculous design choices her clients make. you want half the room to be neon pink while the other half is pale green? there will be no questions asked. you want a carpet in your kitchen? it's your life.

also, the way tommy makes her way into gargan's life is through amaya, who at the time worked as a receptionist at a gym where gargan worked as a personal trainer. while everybody was always hitting on amaya, gargan remained loyal to his gf, and he and amaya kind of loosely bonded over coffee.... until one night, when he was moonlighting as a bartender slash bouncer at a gay bar ("i still don't know why was i so popular among the twinks there" "of course you don't") and he saw amaya being harassed by some creep, only for tommy to swoop in. from there, a beautiful friendship blossomed - even though no one had ever heard gargan and tommy exchange more than ten words. they'll sit around each other in complete silence for hours on end and then go "aight, that was fun, see ya, best friend". amaya and frankie think it might be telepathy.

also here are picrew renditions of tommy and amaya <3 ALSO amaya calls tommy her huswife, and tommy calls amaya wifey. their daughter calls tommy "maddy", which is very confusing to everyone at first, until amaya explains it's a mash up of mommy and daddy.

also today i am once again thinking abt my very niche ocs for various comfort games of mine that i randomly turned into marvel's spider-man ocs. mostly thinking abt tommy, who's a butch and everyone has a little crush on her bc she's stoic and strong and competent and calls ppl things like "sugar", "cupcake", or "pumpkin".

[hajimine]

hello my beautiful wifey! i hope ur havin a fantastic day! please have this <3

FFS I THOUGHT YOURE GONNA SHOW ME A CUTE IWA FANART OR STH WHY. SHDHSJD MADDIE PLS🙂🤜

[hearts-hunger]

My 1st song rec of the year: Married by Emily Knney. I stumbled upon it when reading a fanfic and it's quite lovely (love song). Think of it as my proposal to you if you'd like!?

ok this is 🥺🥺 and yes please i’ll marry you and we’ll drink all the wine and we’ll dance around the brooklyn streets and be happily ever after in love ♡

[inkmonster21]

Best Buds

Fezco x Reader

Euphoria Universe x Reader

1. Your Local Drug Dealer

2. Behind the Store Blaze

3. Friends

4. McKay’s Party

5. My Girl

6. Wifey Material

~o0o~ In the early morning of the first day, I could feel the eyes on us as we walked through the halls. Maddy, BB, Cassie, and I all clustered up as we tower the school. As we're walking we pass Jules and Rue. Fez just knew they'd be friends. BB points to Jules, "Oh, shit, that's the girl who tried to commit suicide at McKay's." I narrow my eyes at her. "What?" Maddy, Cassie, and I simultaneously. BB tosses her head back, "Oh, yeah. I forgot. You three were fuckin'." Cassie shrugs, unashamed. I blush at the thought of the rumor. We did not fuck in the bathroom, but who's to say others can't imagine. Maddy on the other hand was frustrated. She stomps her foot, "Why does everybody think we fucked?" I stare at her blankly, "Did... you not?" I could have sworn I saw Maddy making waves on that guy's dick in the pool. Maddy shakes her head, "Alcohol is not good for me." BB weighs in, "So you did fuck him." Maddy shakes her head, her eyes coming together in thought, she's focusing. "Honestly, I think I blacked out." I widen my eyes, "For real?"

Kat walks in, joining us from the side. "Look at you. Someone looks smitten." She pinches my cheek. "I will admit." BB shrugs with a smirk, "I just got one question." I wait for her to continue, "Fez got a big dick?" I wink at the four girls before turning on my heel and walking to my class.

As I settle into my seat in American History, I text Fezco.

"American History for the win."

"lol glad you made it shawty. Learn some good shit."

"Can I come over today? I can pick up some pizza." for the first time, Fez read my message and didn't reply. He didn't reply for an hour! I send another.

"Does that mean yes? lol"

"Nah baby. not today. I got some business."

I narrow my eyes at his words. I've sat through tons of his sales. They pop up whenever and only stay for 10 minutes at most.

"Why?"

"I got business baby."

"Wtf... for real? I can't come chill with you while you sell?"

"Not tonight baby. I'm sorry."

Where does a brain automatically go when told no with little explanation? To overthinking land. The most fucked up place on earth. For the remaining of the morning, my mind paced, ran, no... it sprinted! Just at the thought of Fez refusing my company had my anxiety peaked at an all-time high.

My shaking hands pull up the shorts of my cheer uniform. A pep rally at lunch was the perfect way for my mind to be lifted... NOT! Maddy watches as I huff, my shaking hands applying the rhinestones to my eyes. "Bitch, you look like you're going to puke." She takes the rhinestones from me and continues the job. "Are you sick?" Cassie asks as she parts her hair, ready to apply her set of stones.

"No. I'm fine." Maddy looks right into my eyes, reading me like a book. "Relationships suck don't they?" I disagree, "No, Fez is great." "But you're upset with him." "He just told me not to come over tonight. Kinda pisses me off." Maddy stands, in outrage. "He told you not to come over? What the fuck? Then you're not his girl!" I stand up feeling energy coursing through my blood. "He said he had fucking business. Like... I've sat there for hours on end watching him sell. What the fuck does he think I'm going to do? Rat him out?"

Maddy bites the inside of her cheek, "Girl, what if he's got some hooker coming to buy? That's why you can't be there." My mouth falls agar, the realization coming together. "Oh my god." I cross my arms, my jaw clenching. "I'm going to kill him."

Hours after practice ends, I hop on my bike and pedal as fast as I can. I round the corner of Fez's street, his apartment looking like a haven in the falling rain. I stop under the awning, leaning my bike against the wall, next to a bike that's already present. I glare at the handlebars, "That motherfucker." I stomp to the door, twisting the knob and entering. "Whoa! What the fuck-" I storm past Ash, determined to beat a bitches ass.

~

-Fezco-

I flip the screen of my phone checking for a notification. None. Damn she really being like that for real. I shake my head, blowing out the smoke. I stack another pile of cash on the counter making sure it's all there. The radio beeps, "Yo, who is it, man?" Through the radio static, he speaks, "Rue."

I pull a drag of the blunt and place another pile on the counter. "No, bro, tell her to come back later." Just as the words exit my mouth, Rue prances through my house. "Too late, bitch." She flips me off as she walks down the hall. "Yo, hold on, hold on. You can't be in here right now." She nods her head at my stack of cash, “I see you cash money.”

I follow her as she opens the door to my room and enters. "Yo, Where's (Y/n)?" She hollers from my room. I step foot in the room with frustration all over my face. "Yo, Rue, you gotta go."

She pulls her shoes off, stealing a pair of my socks. "I need some OCs and some socks." "I can't help you right now. You gotta go. Yo, for real, Rue. I ain't fuckin' playing with you. Come on. You can't be in here."

"Look, Fez, I'm fucking drenched. Okay? And, uh... I'm out of drugs. So... Don't be a dick."

This girl has got me to my point. Between her and (y/n) I'm finna blow up. "Oh, my God. That's not my fucking problem. You gotta get up out of my house right now before these motherfuckers come through." She shrugs pushing past me, "All I need is a couple of OCs and some Xannies. That's all I need, and I can be gone."

"Yo, I'm trying to tell you, I don't got shit right now. Like... Come back in a few hours, I got you, whatever you need. But right now, you gotta get the fuck up outta my house. My guy's about to come through here. I don't want you here when he gets here, you understand?" I plead as she flips over my couch. "Give me drugs."

Suddenly the door opens and Ash exclaims, "Whoa! What the fuck-" The door slams shut and hard footsteps ring through the house. "You wanna tell me why the fuck I can't be here but you can invite some bitch over? Huh?" (Y/n) screams, coming up into my face. "What?" She shakes her head, "That's fucking why! Because you got some other bitch around here. If you don't want me Fez, fucking say it!"

I watch as her face grows red from her yelling. "I don't know what the fuck you on about. The fuck you doin here, baby?" "Why the fuck can't you have me here, Fez? I'd like to fucking know." I shake my head, “ baby, you acting wild as fuck. Stop it. I got business. You and Rue have to get out. Right now.”

(Y/n) gets on her tiptoes, getting into my face again. Her eyes were dark, as a fucking storm. I've never seen her this pissed. "You fuckin her?" "WHO?"

"This is like a reality show," Rue mumbles from the couch. I rub my eyes, my frustration to its limit. "Baby, you gotta go!" "I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna sit here and wait." (Y/n) turns on her heels, walking around the arm of the couch and sitting next to Rue. "Baby, come on. Don't act like this. I got some people rolling through." She stays silent in her position. The phone starts to vibrate indicating their arrival. I glare at the two girls on the couch. "I could fucking kill y’all right now."

I grab the cash stuffing it into the brown bag, "Yo, Ash, they're here."

I walk over to (y/n). I lean down pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Baby, this is serious. Both of you just stay right there, keep your mouth shut, and be cool. These dudes ain't fucking around." I reach down between the cushions to get the gun and load it. "Why do you need that?" (Y/n) questions. Her voice is small now compared to her outburst a few minutes ago. I stare at her innocent eyes, this ain't no place for her. "Same reason you didn't need to be here, ma. Just chill for me." I press another kiss to her head.

~

Fez cocks the gun, taking a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to come uninvited. Fez places his hand on my cheek. He stares directly into my soul. "Baby, you gotta listen to me. Just stay chill. I got you." I nod in his hold.

Two sets of footsteps enter the home. I turn to see two men, one more definitely the boss. I knew Fez was a dealer, but I had no idea he was a second man down from the big leagues.

Rue scoots closer to me, her legs lapping over my thighs. We look at each other knowing we both made a mistake coming here.

The men make their way into the home, the skinny one, ungroomed, clearly a user of harder drugs, and definitely the gopher for the other man.

This other man is a radiating hazard. The face tats proved the point. The was a man of evil behavior. Fez sat opposite Rue and I, keeping a clear view of the entire room, the gun tucked between the cushions. The man smiles at us with dirty teeth. He pushes his hand out, dirt-caked in his skin. "My name is Mouse. It's a pleasure to meet you." I lift my hand towards his. As soon as I'm in reach he yanks my hand up, planting a kiss on my skin. Mouse smirks up at Fez, "This your bitch? Or are these both your bitches, player?" Mouse runs his index finger over my ear, pulling my hair away from my face. I shutter, silently pleading for Fez to interfere.

Fez watches as mouse toys with me. He stares right into my eyes, “that’s my girl. Rue’s on the right. She’s like my sister, man.”

Mouse hums, he takes a strand of my hair, dragging his silver blade over it. In a second he swipes up, cutting an inch of my hair in his fingers. I whimper as Mouse leans down, resting his hands on my shoulders. Fez shifts in his seat, his fingers dipping between the cushions. “You a lucky guy.”

Fez glares at Mouse. Holding it together he maintains his voice mellow, “let’s get back to it, man.” Mouse raises his hands off of me slowly.

“Yo, Custer, toss me that bag.” The other guy, Custer, throws the bag. Mouse sets the suitcase on the coffee table. Once unzipped get reveals a treasure of drugs. I look up to Fez in shock. I didn’t understand how deeply he ran.

“All right, check it. I got a 100 OP-OC 80s, 500 Xanny bars, 500 20s of Addy. I'm low on Vikes, so if you wanna cop some Vikes, you better cop 'em today, 'cause I got, like, 50 left. I got a quap of that Cali medicinal, and an ounce of Molly. Custer, what's the math on that?” After a minute of Mouse staring into our frames, Custer finally speaks. "Uh, 25, 15, and 1,100, 35, 77, and 25... 7,750." Fez passes the bag of cash over to Mouse, "Here."

Mouse glances up at Fez from the case, "Sure you don't want no Fentanyl?" Oh. my. god. Where the fuck am I? This has turned from one of my faviort places to now the most scarriest version of hell I could conjure. The intense uncomfet from the guests are overwhelming.

"Nah, man, I'm cool off that shit. There's too many ODs, and I don't want the heat." Mouse then turns his head to us. "How about you two? You ever try Fentanyl?" Rue peeps quietly, "No." Mouse raises his brows at me.

My breathing picks up as Mouse narrows in. "You never tried it?"

Fez takes a step closer, calm as ever. "No, she's good, bruh." Mouse scoffs, "Gonna let ya boy talk for you?" I look at Fez from the corner of my eyes. "I... I don't..." Mouse grabs my chin softly, tearing prickling up in my eyes as I stare at Fez. "Don't look at him. Look at me." He smirks at me before asking again. "You ever try it?"

Fez interjects once more. "Yo, for real, bruh. I don't want them fucking with that shit."

Mouse ignores Fez, talking to Rue and me, "You know that feeling when you come so hard that you can't feel or hear shit? You like that feeling?" All in a blur Rue answers and suddenly I have a knife to my lips. "Go on, open up, dollface." Fez stares at me with wide eyes. What the fuck am I supposed to do? My lip quivers as I attempt to reject the offer. "I don't want it. I... I have to-" "Nah, come on." Mouse demands. "We can do it at the same time. On three." He smirks at Rue, her own does of fet on a separate knife. "One..." God, please... "Two..." Fez fucking do something... "Three..." My lips go over the cold metal simultaneously with Rue. "Yeah, good girls."

I watch Fez as I pull away from the knife. What am I suppose to feel like... Oh, shit... I let my head fall feeling weightless. I can't move, but I feel so fucking good, why do I want to?

"Fezz," I mumble against the couch arm. "Aw, Shawty all fucked up." Mouse laughs as he takes a seat next to Rue, slinging her legs on his lap.

"It hits quick. You like the way that feels?" I hear the voices slowly, pure joy coursing through my blood. I wish I could comprehend my words. I want to dance with Fez in the living room, but I can't move.

-Fezco-

She's just fucking laying there motionless. She never even tripped acid or rolled molly. She doesn't even know where she's at.

"You want a couple of patches, girl?" Mouse asks Rue, gaining her response, "Okay." Mouse sticks two patches on Rue's legs, drumming at her skin. "It's gonna cost you 300."Rue doesn't speak causing Mouse to antagonize, "Come on. Pay up, little sis." "I only have two dollars." Mouse demands, "I said 300."

"Yo, Mouse. Let me pay for it, man." I state, my eyes never leaving (Y/n) face as she slides lower into the couch. "I thought you were too good for Fentanyl. What is it? Everybody's changing their motherfucking minds on me? If she can't afford it, she gonna have to find another way of paying me. Straight up."

"Yo, man, just let me pay for it. I got the money right here. Here." I pull out $300 cash handing it to him. he snatches it quickly, "Dang. Big brother must love you. It's gonna cost you 600 now, man."

"Damn. You gonna do me like that, bruh?" "Yeah, I'm gonna do you like that. Straight up. Get that shit. There it is. I just made your bitch feel amazing. It's always a pleasure doing business with you." Mouse passes the rest of the Fentanyl over as he takes the other $300. Mouse and Custer leave with no other words. I toss the bag of fet at Ash. "Go flush that shit down the toilet, and go grab the Narcan, just in case." I look down at the two girls with guilt.

Rue's body leaned over on (Y/n) as she leans on the arm of the couch. "I'm so happy," Rue mumbles softly.

I sit on my knees petting (Y/n)'s head. "I'm so sorry, ma." She runs her finger against my arm, "I feel so good." She hums with a small smile, her eyes closed in bliss. "I know baby."

[holidayvisa]

24 March 2024 - When I woke up, Elise, Taylor, and Jimmy had all already left for work. I sat up in bed, and discovered that my ankles and right knee were VERY swollen. Evidently, my body was NOT happy about my decision to be on my feet for hours and hours the day before at the barbeque. Before I even left bed, I popped two ibuprofen and two paracetemol. I didn't want to walk, so I plopped myself in my spinny-wheelie-chair and wheeled myself across the house to the kitchen. I toasted a hot crossed bun (that Lidia had made and brought over for the barbeque the day before) and put some butter and plum jam and marmalade on. While I was eating my breakfast, Jimmy, Maryanne, and Maddie showed up at the house. I thanked Maryanne for her part in the barbeque preparations, and I gave her a hug goodbye. Jimmy left to drive her to the airport. I spent most of the day laying on the couch with my feet elevated and iced with a bag of frozen veggies. Uncle Mitch came over and saw me in my spinny-wheelie-chair, and offered to loan me a pair of crutches; he brought them over for me to borrow.

Elise drove to my flat after her work was over. We filled up Elise's tank with two cans of diesel, and Jimmy was stoked that we'd emptied out both of his diesel jerry cans. Elise and I drove to Piha. At Piha, Laura cooked up some fresh kingfish, and Elise cooked up the mussels that she'd bought (during our Coromandel Roadtrip weekend). I sat at the dinner table, doing absolutely nothing besides looking pretty, while they cooked a delicious dinner. We all ate dinner together, and it was SO YUMMY. It was a full moon tonight, and Laura wanted to do some tarot card readings, so we all three did some tarot cards readings. I'm not super into the tarot cards, but regardless of what I believe, they make me think about things, and I like that. It's kind of like a guided meditation or a guided thought exercise, and I like that. I enjoy spending time with Elise and Laura, the three of us. Laura is so good to Elise, and Laura loves and takes care of Elise, and I really respect Laura. Elise calls Laura "wifey," and I've started calling Laura "wifey" now too. We joke that Laura and I are the two wifey's to Elise, and that we tag-team the wife duties.

It was a full moon, and Elise and I walked to Piha Beach and howled at the moon.

I'm grateful for Arnie and Jimmy. I'm grateful to them for taking care of me while I'm broken. I'm grateful to Uncle Mitch for loaning me his crutches. I'm grateful to Elise and Laura for taking care of me while I'm broken and yelling at me to "get out of the kitchen, stop trying to help, and sit down and put your feet up!" I'm grateful for the delicious dinner. I'm grateful for amazing friends who love me unconditionally. I'm grateful for my people.

[thatdamncutegirl]

WIFEY-CHAPTER 7

Settling In

Warnings: Fluff, Alpha-Omega Dynamic. Mentions of Pregnancy and Baby. Ex-girlfriend vs. Wife fight. Lois Lane Bashing.

       Now the sexy stuff: Smut (unprotected sex), Breeding Kink. Size Kink. Dubious Consent a.k.a Dub-Con. Somnophilia. Knotting. Hand job ( yes. You read that right). Squirting. Amautuer sex.

 Pairings: Clark Kent x Mia Kent [Original fictional Character]

Word Count: 5519 words

Author’s note: merry Christmas my babes and babesyies. This was not supposed to come out today. But. Nevermind. Also, finally. That promised Lois bashing.

Disclaimer: characters such as Superman, Perry, Lois etc, who are a part of DC universe, do not belong to me. Unfortunately. But the Character of Mia, Carol and Jacob are my own creation. Moreover, the character Maddy, is inspired by @madbaddic7ed, my friend and whatnot. She became like an elder siter to me within a short span of time. And I stupidly forgot her B-day on 14th Dec. so the mentions here are my gift/salutations to her for being a friend, a dida and a therapist in my time of need.

Don’t post my work anywhere without proper permission or credit.

The sun was still waiting behind the curtains of hills, as if to give the world some more time. The nature seemed unwilling to start another day. The birds wanted to remain in their nests. The animals just wished to remain in their habitats and enjoy a long hour of sleep. The trees refused to bristle, not wanting to disrupt the soothing calm that was spread all over the world.

When a certain man opened his mind again, he was hit with content. Peace. Softness. As though he was in heaven. And when he opened his beautiful cobalt blue eyes, he was met with the sight from another world. The reason of his happiness. A woman. The root of all his desires. Spiritual and carnal. She was sleeping soundly, her long lashes fanning her cheekbones. They were the same color as her dark, long and luscious hair. It was fanned out beside him, resembling long arms of a fire, albeit darker. It would get lighter in color the more you go near the tips, creating a natural fade. Yet they were as soft as velvet, and as natural as the wet soil outside. A slight noise caught his attention. It was raining again. It had rained nonstop the whole night, stopping only when they stopped. Stopped the ethereal dance of their carnal desires. The feel, the rhythm still flowing through him. The glow still lingering in the air. He brought his hand up, caressing her cheek. Her cheekbones were elevated, needing no artificial enhancement. Temporary or permanent. Her blood was leaving a hue of itself beneath her soft skin, making her seem as the pink cherry blossoms. Her lips were slightly pouted and incredibly soft when he thumbed them. They were taking all the pressure he applied, not voicing even a single complaint. Her gentle breath was gliding over his chest, making some of the hair rustle.

His gaze averted downwards, gliding over her smooth shoulders to her bosom. She was laying on her side, hands on him. Her mounds were squeezed up, creating a crevice running up to her neck. The peaks were stiff and tightened. They looked perfectly supple yet so tortured. They still had marks of his fingers when he had held them between his massive hands. He pulled himself away gently and watched her with bated breath. He knew this was not exactly angelic, but he couldn’t resist.

 He gently slipped the blanket downwards, revealing her entire breasts. She moved a little, unconsciously feeling the cold breeze against herself. He waited for some moments, then started again. He gently pulled the comforter downwards, making sure not to make any sudden movements that would startle her awake. The comforter went down smoothly until her hips. But then came the hurdle. She had clutched a large amount to the thick sheet between her legs. When he inspected and realized that there was no way he could get it away, he retracted. But accidently made a huge mistake.

His hand bumped with her knees. He quickly pulled it back. She made some sounds and then shifted. He was about to lay down again when she laid on her back and parted her legs open. He watched her face for any signs of waking up. When she gave no signs, all his morality was out of the window and forgotten. He pulled the now free comforter down, revealing her smooth thighs and long legs. He boldly pulled the comforter off in one swift jerk, throwing it to the other side of the body. Now she was laying on her back, naked as the day she was born. He gulped. His mouth ran dry at the beautiful feast laid out for him and he pounced.

He gently caressed the top of her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His sinful finger glided down to her nipples, tweaking them. He was straddling her, keeping an eye on her face for any signs of discomfort. The last thing on his mind was to hurt her. He glided his fingertips across her belly, making it quiver. He caressed her sides, making her groan. He paused, watching her intently. Once she quieted, he continued on his path. When his hands reached the apex of her thighs, her legs fell open. He looked at her core with a sudden hunger. Her skin was smooth and pink. Her lips were looking swollen and red. He gently caressed them, making her moan. They parted to reveal her hood. He lifted the hood to the sight of her pearl, gleaming with her juices. It was red and looking abused. He grinned devilishly. She was still sleeping, unaware of his evil intentions. He was contemplating toying with her more. But he also wanted to hear, see and feel her react to his touches. So, he laid himself over her, pressing almost half of his weight on her tiny body. His arms were on each side of her head, his thighs cradling her hips. He gently bent down and whispered,

Miaaaaa…...

She shifted and her eyes fluttered open. Her brown orbs met his and the world stilled. He gazed into her large brown gems, wanting to drown in them. Her eyes had a small piece of dirt clinging to her lash. He gently plucked it away. He turned back to her and lowered himself onto her. She moaned at the feeling of him grounding her and gasped when his member pressed against her tummy. He smirked and touched his lips with hers. He captured her upper lip with his, gently tugging on it. Slowly, their lips started a dance that had a beauty and a carnal desire hidden inside. Her hands glided from his wrists to his elbows, gently caressing his thick veined arms. They glided up slower than before, now caressing every dip and bulge of his muscles. They moved upwards and rested on his neck. She held his neck while letting her lips follow his lead into the performance. Her legs moved shyly, slowly. She wrapped them around his hips, pressing her body upwards. In response, he lowered himself completely, pressing his entire weight on her. He watched as she got used to such a large pressure on her pure, untouched body.

The thought, the idea of her being so untouched and pure that she didn’t even know what consummation was until last night had ignited a fire inside of him. When she parted herself from him and slowly took a deep breath, he lifted his hand and caressed her face. Gently pulling out some hair from behind her hair, he gently massaged her earlobe. She purred and shifted her face towards his hand. He grinned and turned her head to look at him. When she did, he shifted his hips. This time, she didn’t question anything. She let him do what he wishes to do with her.

When he slowly entered her, she hissed. She was really small and sensitive. Moreover, her nether regions were still sore from the previous night’s act. He lowered his pace, letting her adjust. He slowly went in, seating himself inside her cavern. It had been hard. She was so small and tight that it even hurt him. But it only served to edge him on. He slowly pulled back, and then went forth. The rain was still splattering against the large window, the perfect backdrop to their loving. There was still no light around. It was early dawn, but the clouds were keeping the sun at bay.

As their coupling continued, they both were chasing the bliss of love that was just out reach. With time, they kept going. There was no urgency of first time, but there was still a newness to it. When they both fell over, they let out a sound, as though signaling each other. They were no longer a couple. He was no longer a hero. She was no longer a sweet girl. They were not a married couple. They were not a man and a woman. They were two entities. Waiting for each other since forever, now expressing their love. And when their high was gone, they clung to each other, letting out tired breaths. And whispered just one thing,

Love you

Unaffected by the coincidence, they basked in the glow. The glow spread by their love.

  It was 8 in the morning when Clark heard a knock on the gate of the fortress. He had freshened up, gotten dressed and ushered a sleepy Mia into the shower.

 He opened the gate to reveal the league with the remaining bags.

Arthur: we were thinking that you will not open the gate anytime soon.

Diana: yeah. I mean. The climate is quite romantic. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with Mia?

Clark: I was. But she needs food. And we both needed a shower.

Bruce: someone looks happy

Clark: (blushing)

Everyone: oooooh

With that, they left, saying something about how he should get back to his wife. He shook his head and went back to making chocolate pancakes and coffee. He went upstairs to find his beautiful wife in front of the gate, her hair wet and open. It reached down to her knees, he tiptoed to her and combed his fingers through her tresses. She closed her eyes and gently pressed her face into his hand. She let out a small whimper and asked him,

“what’s that smell?”

“breakfast. Chocolate pancakes and coffee.”

She cheered and rushed. He took in her outfit for the day. She had a red dress on. It had full sleeves with V-neck. It went down to her knees with a tutu skirt. The lace layers were in shades of pink and white. She had thick white stockings up to her thighs and furry kitty sippers in her feet. Her hair was towel dried but still damp. No. She would catch a cold. He gently took her tresses and started drying them on a low setting while she ate her breakfast. By the time she was finished, her hair was now flowing down into its natural curly state. He gently combed them, detangling them. After creating a mid-part in her hair, he braided her hair in two twin braids. Plain and simple. After braiding until 7/8th of her hair, he finished them off with two red hair ties. They had giant bows on them. He pulled the onyx necklace that he gave her, with her wedding ring. He adorned her with the jewelry, placing two small pearl studs in her ears. And then, he picked her up and flew to the living room. He was also dressed in a red shirt and white pants. He placed her on the couch, and quickly covered with a large blanket. He used a beanie cap for her head, covering her ears from the chilly air. That’s why he had put her hair in tight braids, making it easy for the beanie to stay. He then pulled out a white jacket from a nearby shelf and put it on her. It was thick and soft. He gently picked her up and placed her in his lap. He picked the remote and looked at her

“want to watch a movie?”

She shook her head. No.

“comedy?”

No.

“romance?”

No.

“then?”

“music”

“okay. Here. Play whatever you want.”

She took the remote and opened the music app. On the tv, he watched as she played some songs. They were all sweet and romantic. In the midst of the melodies, she started shifting and closed her eyes. He watched as she placed her head on his chest and just rested there. He knew she wasn’t asleep. But he let her be. He rested his chin on her head, letting out a breath. They remained like that for hours. After sometime, Mia looked up.

“alpha?”

“yes honey?”

“y-you said something a-about ch-children last n-night”

“yes sweetie. With any luck, you will soon be bred and have a bundle in your arms”

She looked really happy at the thought. She was going to have babies.

“really? I will have babies?!!”

Clark nodded, grinning. He had always wanted children. Now that he was getting older, he wanted to have a large number of children. But she, was still young

“but you are too young baby! Maybe we should wait some years”

Her eyes watered at that.

“no. Want b-baby. Now”

Clark grinned. If she wanted children, then he was no one to question her.

“but for that, we will have to do what we did this morning again and again.”

Mia blushed. And gave a small nod.

After sometime, they both got up. So, Clark carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. He started making bread from the scratch while simultaneously preparing hot chocolate for her. Once she had a cup of hot cocoa in her palms, he started by preparing some sauteed vegetables. With some noodles with soup. Within two hours, the meal was completely prepared. He first lined the food on the table and then placed her the table. He too sat down so that he was sitting between her legs. He gently pulled her down so that she was in his lap. He slowly started the food feeding her. While after some food only, she started burping lightly, he finished the rest of the food.

“y-you cooked t-today. But f-from now o-on, I’ll c-cook.”

He nodded. He knew that she was going to take command of the kitchen one way or another.

“but you live in metropolis. So where will I live?”

“wherever you want baby doll. Either here, or in metropolis. Whatever place suits you more.”

She nodded and asked him to take her to metropolis. He flew them baby doll down to the terrace of his apartment, and went down. He unlocked the gate and pulled her in. While he locked the gates back and baby doll turned up the heating. She went in and started looking around. The kitchen had some dirty utensils, that she instantly put in the dishwasher. After cleaning up the living room and dining room with Clark, she went inside his bedroom. She had a déjà vu situation when she was again hit with his scent. She went in touched the soft white blanket. It was as soft as velvet. There was a pile of clothes beside the bed. She picked them up and sniffed. They were his clothes. She placed them in the laundry basket, and arranged the bed, sneaking some of his scent here and there. When she was done, she was almost intoxicated by him. She went and sat with him on the couch. They were cuddling when he received a call. Clark was surprised. There was no way the JL would call him now. When he was busy with his wife. Wife. His wife. Clark grinned at the thought and pulled his phone out it was perry. He asked him to come in as it was an emergency.

Clark: mia. Baby I have to go to office.

Mia: why?

Clark: apparently there is an emergency.

Mia: okay…. When will you come back?

Clark: I don’t know sweet. If I get late, go to sleep okay. Your bedtime is 7 pm.

Mia: that’s too early

Clark gave her a glare. She hung her head down and made a grunt like noise. He kissed her head and left taking his briefcase. She went in the kitchen and made a cup of tea for herself.

 In the daily planet office

 When Clark reached the office, there was a state of frenzy. Everyone was busy. The printers were whirring continuously. There were loud typing sounds. He went to his colleague, Thomas, and asked what happened. Thomas was a cheery man. Even while the entire office looked like a zombie apocalypse, he looked somewhat normal. Thomas told him in a hushed voice.

“on the very day you held your post wedding reception, some photos went viral. From the justice league. Apparently, superman. The superman got married. And the entire world is in a frenzy. And all the news groups are now thrown into an extra work load.”

Clark almost chuckled. Almost. He knew this would happen. He went in to perry’s office where Lois, Tanya, Maddy, and Alina were already there. These were some of the highest ranked reporters in the team. They all were assigned different tasks. From keeping an eye on the JL to figuring out who this mystery woman was. Clark was given the task of keeping an eye on superman and wonder woman. Lois was going to keep an eye on other news groups. Maddy will keep an eye on other JL members. And Alina and Tanya will do the rest of the technical, editing work. They all were dismissed and sent to their cubicles. Maddy and Clark worked together on the JL.

Maddy: so. I am really sorry I left so early in your reception. My cousin arrived in town.

Clark: it’s okay maddu. Mia said that she liked you. In her words, you were like a senior for her.

Maddy: right. Did you tell her that we have a history together?

Clark: I did. She is okay with it. Sometimes, I feel like she is okay with almost everything.

Maddy: you are lucky. I have never seen someone so understanding.

Clark hummed and they continued working. When Maddy had first joined the team, he had been quite smitten by her. But when he realized she wasn’t his one true destiny; he had left it at that. They became good friends and then one day, he asked her out. She agreed and they dated for some months. When she told him that she saw ran into her alpha one day, he had smiled and they broke it off peacefully. It was some army veteran name captain Syverson. She called him Sy. Now they were happily dating and he had even proposed last month. The man was quite rough with Clark when Maddy insisted that they both meet. But later they warmed up and after some drinks, they became good friends.

For a long time, they kept researching. Clark opened his social media and surfed. Anyone who liked superman was going crazy. Women, men, even some lesbians. Saying that superman was national treasure. Now he was a private treasure. Many people were against his marriage, as if he belonged to them. But there were many giving him blessings as well. There was a crude theory going on, about how superman’s bride must have been some sort of slut, which is why she wore such a dark gown instead of a traditional white dress. It was later clarified that the ceremony was done as per kryptonian traditions. Many people retorted by saying that if kryptonian traditions were followed, then the marriage will not be valid on earth. But they were shut down by big masses, who supported him. Many religious groups, the pope himself, and many other leaders as well many presidents and prime ministers congratulated him.

Around 8 at night, Syverson appeared in the office. He picked his crazy tired bird, Maddy and congratulated him again for the wedding. Sometime later, when he was alone, Lois came up to him, with a scowl on her face. He prepared himself for her rant about what she assumed to be a fake wedding, when the elevator dinged. Everyone in the office turned their heads towards the sound. Even Sy and Maddy, who were on their way out, stopped. And like a movie scene, the elevator slowly opened to reveal a young woman. She had her hair in curls, falling down beyond her knees. She had a pink lace knee length dress on with full sleeves and white thigh high boots. Her face had a little makeup, almost none. Clark gasped. It was his wife. Perfect timing.

As soon as the team saw who it was, they gasped. Everyone except Lois was present at the reception. They all looked at each other. They all were in awe of her beauty. The single men had their mouths watering, while all the women were jealous of her beautiful hair, her thick hourglass shape with a layer of some fat that made her look cute. She was shorter than all of them. She had a box in her hand, wrapped in a pink napkin. When she passed them, they caught a scent of something delicious. She had brought dinner for her man. Some of the men let out a small ‘aww’ at it. She reached Clark’s desk, and smiled at him. Clark, who was meanwhile sporting a large opened mouth and horny lustful eyes, just stared at her. She set the box down and opened the napkin to reveal a large white box that smelled like food heaven. She was about to open it when Lois interrupted.

Lois: wow. Nowadays, food services are getting quite frank. But go away short slut. I can feed my boyfriend.

Mia, on the other hand, didn’t quite understand the implication, and looked at her with big eyes. Maddy, who also hated Lois with quite a passion, came up to mia and exclaimed,

“hello Mrs. Kent. How are you today?”

With that, the entire office wished her. Making sure to call her Mrs. Kent. Mia blushed and let out a small “good”.

Clark, finally out of his spell, grinned at her.

Lois: wait what? Why are you guys calling me Mrs. Kent already?”

Maddy: we aren’t calling you. We are calling her.

Clark, deciding to go with the plan Maddy was following, pulled mia down in his lap and kissed her full on the lips. Mia let out a small gasp and remained still. Clark parted from her, and pecked her cheek.

Clark: thank you, my dear wifey, for bringing your hungry husband food.

The entire office swooned and made an ‘ooooh’ sound.

And suddenly, Lois started shouting.

Lois: what do you mean wife? When did this happen?

Maddy: on 4th December. It was Clark and Mia’s joint birthday. So, they got married that day as well. We weren’t there at the wedding ceremony, but we all were at the reception.

Lois: and why was I not told of my boyfriend marrying some short bitch.

Maddy: because. A. You are a nobody for Clark. He will not even spare a glance for you. B. He is not your boyfriend. You guys broke up years ago. Since the past years, you have been continuously having casual relationships and still pretending you were Clark Kent’s girlfriend. He saw the fake person you are and broke up with you. But you refused to accept it. S, sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren’t his bitch. And. C. (slap) don’t you dare call this sweet girl any bad words. Or I will chase you down to hell.

 Lois, stared at her, a look of shame written across her face. She approached Clark.

Lois: Clark. It’s okay. I understand you married her for some reason. Come on. Let’s go home. We can talk it out there. So, what if you are married. I can still be your girl.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Mia, who had stood up in this time, slapped her face.

Mia: s-sure, many people c-call me n-naïve. My p-papa calls m-me too in-innocent for the w-world. But I am n-not dumb. L-leave my a-alpha alone. Or y-you will r-regret it.

Even though mia had stuttered, her words sinked like fire in everyone’s ears. Maddy had a proud expression on her face. Sure, she was a tad bit envious of mia, but she considered her like a sister. The entire office was looking at her in awe. When they saw her in the reception, she looked like a really submissive lady. Which she was. But omegas had one bottom line. One boundary. Their pack. Their alpha and their children. And Lois had crossed that very line. Lois slowly scampered away, grumbling about how she was far better than her. When Lois was gone, mia packed the lunch back and tied the napkin. Some of the colleagues groaned at the lack of smell. Apparently, mia had made an Indian delicacy named chhole bhature for Clark. Mia quickly packed his entire stuff back and handed him the briefcase. She went to perry, who she knew was his supervisor from the reception. She told him in an angry tone.

“a-as per the l-laws regarding alpha and o-omega bonds, if a c-couple is m-marked, they can de-demand up to 7 days of l-leave per m-month, for e-each other. Other th-than the leaves m-meant for h-heats and maternity. And any a-authority cannot r-refuse these demands. I am d-demanding a 3 day leave for m-my alpha c-Clark kent, as h-his marked o-omega, mia Clark kent.”

Perry nodded, smiling. She went back to Clark and pulled on his hand. Clark stood up and looked at her curiously. She bid a good night to everyone and pulled him towards the elevator. She quickly pressed the buttons. Clark was about to speak up when she held her hand up.

“n-not a word u-until we get h-home”

Clark smartly kept his mouth shut. When they reached the parking, she dragged him to his car.

“I c-came through a c-cab. I w-wanted to s-surprise you.”, she informed angrily, before he could voice out his question. She opened the gate for the driver’s seat, took his case and shoved him in. Although, seeing how small she was, she could only make what was like a gentle push for him. She went around and sat in the passenger’s seat.

“dr-drive”

He followed her command and drove to their apartment. Once they were in the building’s parking lot, she got out, opened his gate and gestured for him to get out. He obeyed her and followed her like a small puppy to the elevator, lobby and then their house. She pulled him in, closed the gates and went to the kitchen.

“I had t-turned the w-water heater on be-before I left. Go b-bath.”

She fixed him a cup of steaming hot coffee and some cookies. She placed them down when he came in the dining room. She gestured him to sit and eat. He sat down and ate under her angry glare. Even though, while sitting, he was eye level with her, he was still slightly scared of her glare. When he finished, she pulled him in their bedroom. The room was nicely decorated with string lights and had fresh candles. She pushed him on the neat and clean bed and removed her white jacket. She threw it in to his work desk and climbed on the bed. Correction. Climbed on him. She straddled him and grabbed his hand. She placed it on to her back.

“unzip”

Clark followed, loving where this was going. When he gently peeled the dress down, he saw her large breasts in front of, trapped in a black bra. She moved and threw the dress with the jacket. She turned to him and removed the barrette clip, let her free. She placed both her hands beside his neck, her hair falling a chocolate-colored curtain around him. From the scattered light, he saw her eyes were closed. She then gently asked a question, in a broken voice.

“me or her?”

Clark looked at her in question. Was she actually asking him to choose?

“of course, you sweetie. I love you. You’re my omega, my soulmate. How can you even give me the option of choosing someone over you?”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She lowered herself and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed her pack. She used one hand slowly opened his shirt, her hand touching every inch of skin. She kept gently kissing him, her hand roaming over his furry chest. When the buttons were all undone, he got up and stripped it off. She again pushed him back and you? spread her small paws all over his shoulders and started rubbing her panty clad pussy over his thigh. He groaned when she started riding him. In fact, she didn’t know what she was doing. But she liked it. Her alpha had chosen her today. And she was happy about it. But she was also angry at that girl who was trying to take her pack away from her. Maybe she needed something to keep him. A child perhaps. But he said that they would have to do mating again and again. But it hurts. But feels so good. She made up her mind after some thoughts. She will do anything to get a child. Even if it meant she would do it herself. She pushed her thoughts back and took her hands away from him. She quickly unhooked her bra and threw it off. She presses her naked body onto him, hoping he would like it. When he groaned, she took that as a yes and rubbed her hands down his torso. She opened his pants and pushed them down. He took the sign and shoved his pants down. When they were gone and he was only in his briefs, she slowly placed her hands on the band. She looked at him for permission. When he nodded, she pushed his briefs down. It was easy now. He was laying down while she was sitting upright on his thighs. She gently took his enormous length in both her hands. It was slightly curved at the top. She wondered how does it fit inside her. There were some white drops on the top. She collected some on her pinky finger, making him groan. She brought her finger to her mouth and looked at it. It was covered in a pearly white liquid. She rubbed it on the underside of him, and he let out a loud groan. In his defense, he was really aroused by the thought of his little wife touching him. She slowly wrapped her palms around him. Even with both hands, she cannot cover it. She applied a little pressure and glided her hands down. He moaned. She brought them back up. She was trying to concentrate hard, making sure she didn’t mess up. Speaking of mess up, the white fluid was again collecting on the top. Suddenly something came over her, and she licked it up. Her alpha shouted and out of nowhere, long streams of white fluid was shooting up from him, landing on her breasts. She watched as it all dripped down to her navel. There was a lot of it.

Clark was in heaven. Just a few touches and already made him cum once. And that too heavily. It took him some time to get back on his rails, which was surprising as he usually had an almost instantaneous recovery rate.

While mia was confused. She had felt him shoot something inside her last night. But not outside. She looked at him in doubt. Did she do something wrong? Her alpha looked really pleased. So maybe, not?

He opened his eyes back to look at a sight straight out of hell. There sat his wife, clad in a black panty, with his cum all over her breasts. He looked at her with lust in his eyes. She felt something jerking in her hand. It was his………cock. It felt strange. She slowly removed her panties, which were wet in the center. She blushed. Did she do that? Her coochie felt really soft and moist. She sat down on his……cock. He groaned and gently held it up beneath her. She aligned her ……pussy with it and slowly sank down. It gradually breached her entrance. She sank down, pausing every now and then to take a deep breath and calm herself. Her alpha had his hands behind his head, letting her do all the work. After he was fully in, she went up and then down again. She kept doing this. Eventually, it started to feel good. Really good. She fastened herself, and it felt better. She felt herself tighten around him. She kept going up and down on him continuously. Lewd sounds were coming out of her mouth. She was groaning and moaning. She said something intelligible, probably in Bulgarian, her first language. She kept going faster, until she felt her tummy tighten. She groaned as something solid appeared on her entrance. Knot. To keep it all in. She moved her hips back and forth, and suddenly felt something gush out of her. She watched as a lot of fluids shot up from her in a large fountain-like flow. She half screamed; half moaned. And suddenly, she felt him shoot the same fluid as before in her. She let out a loud ‘alpha’ collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. With a small, love you, they both fell to sleep. Completely exhausted and tired, they didn’t even bother with a cleanup. After all, they will wake up in a few hours to repeat what they just did.

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