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itneverendshere · 2 months ago

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saw that jj is readers neighbor. and i see rafe absolutely hating him, until he realizes that you take care of him like he’s your baby brother, especially when things get a little rough at his house

omg yesssss! it's kinda funny that he's beefing with a teenager. thank you for the request! 🩵🫂 alsojj never met milo before bc he only showed up after the kid was already sleeping, cause luke had a tendency to get rowdier at night 😣.

you're on your own kid - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

There’s no way in hell JJ Maybank is sitting on your couch while you’re cooking away.

Rafe swears he’s lost his mind. Maybe he hit his head harder than he thought when he was out on the boat earlier because what he’s seeing doesn’t make any sense.

There’s no way JJ is sitting there, his legs propped up on your coffee table like he owns the place. Like he belongs here. In your place. Your sister's place.

For a second, he thinks he’s gotta be dreaming. But nope, it’s real. The smell of whatever you’re cooking from the kitchen hits him in the face, and JJ’s laughter echoes through the living room.

This is your house, your space, and somehow JJ’s sitting there like he’s been here a thousand times before. He’s gotta say something.

Rafe clears his throat, trying to keep his voice normal but it comes out tight, strained. “What the hell’s Maybank doing here?”

You don’t even look up from the stove, just wave a hand in his direction, like it’s no big deal.

Like he’s no big deal. “Relax, baby. He’s just having dinner.”

“Dinner?” Rafe practically chokes on the word.

JJ catches the look on his face and smirks, leaning back further into the couch cushions.

“What, never seen a guy eat before, Cameron?”

Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Dinner? At your place? Since when are you and Maybank this close?”

His eyes narrow on JJ, sprawled out on the couch like he’s got nowhere better to be. The guy’s even wearing his boots, dirt probably all over your cushions, and Rafe’s practically grinding his teeth at the sight.

JJ just smirks, because of course he does. “Jealous or somethin’, Cameron? Didn’t think you’d care.”

But then you walk over with a plate and set it down in front of JJ, and Rafe watches in shock as you ruffle his hair, so casually it’s like second nature to you.

Like you’ve done it a hundred times before.

JJ’s eating like it’s the first meal he’s had in days, and Rafe’s brain is still trying to catch up with what the hell is happening here.

You and JJ? Since when? Rafe’s stomach twists at the thought, because why would you even care about a guy like JJ?

The guy’s got that scruffy look, bruises on his knuckles and faint ones on his arms. Rafe’s seen it before, the evidence of fights and bad nights. He knows what goes on at JJ’s house. He’s heard the stories. The arguments that spill out onto the streets late at night, the way JJ disappears for a while and comes back worse than before.

And then it hits him.

You’re not just letting him crash here.

You’re taking care of him. Looking out for him in ways that nobody else does, making sure he doesn’t completely spiral with a father like Luke Maybank.

JJ speaks up, grinning with his mouth full of food. “Her food’s so good, you gotta try it.”

“I’m her boyfriend, you think I haven’t tried her cooking?”

He’s being ridiculous, knows he’s not really jealous of a seventeen-year-old. It’s not that he’s threatened by JJ—hell no. It’s more that...he doesn’t like sharing you. Even if it’s just dinner.

He’s proud of you, though. Always has been. That big heart of yours, helping out some kid who clearly needs it.

Rafe crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway. “Since when did my girl become a goddamn soup kitchen?” The words come out harsher than he means them to, but you just glance over your shoulder and roll your eyes.

You know him too well by now.

“Baby, it’s just dinner. JJ’s had a rough day.”

“Yeah, well, so have I,” Rafe mutters under his breath, but he doesn’t push it. He can’t really.

He knows the guys has been through it, and yeah, his dad’s a piece of work. But that doesn’t make it easier to see him sitting here, all cozy in the life Rafe’s tried to build with you. Yeah, maybe you fucking spoiled him because know the mere thought of another guy being in your space makes his blood boil.

JJ wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Chill, Cameron. You’re acting like I’m movin’ in or something.”

He remembers being that kid—lost, angry, with no place to feel safe. JJ might be annoying as fuck, a walking nightmare to be around, but Rafe can’t hate him for that. Not really.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too comfortable,” Rafe mutters. He looks at you, softening. “You’ve got a heart too big for your own good, y'know that?”

“I thought you loved that about me?” You tease, turning back to the stove.

“’Course I do.” Rafe crosses the room, sitting on the arm of the couch, close enough to you but still keeping an eye on JJ. He watches as you stir something on the stove, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mouth despite everything. Yeah, he gets annoyed, but fuck if he doesn’t love you for exactly this. You just have a way of making people feel safe, even the ones that don’t deserve it—or maybe need it most.

JJ leans back, letting out a satisfied groan. "God, that was good. She ever cook like this for you, Cameron?"

Rafe shoots him a look, eyebrows raised. "Yeah, maybe when you’re not eating all my food."

JJ just laughs, completely unfazed. “You’re lucky, man.”

Rafe doesn't answer, just stares at him, half of him wanting to tell him to get out and the other half knowing how good it must feel for the kid to have a moment where he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Rafe’s been there—different situation, same lost feeling. He looks at you again, knowing it’s you that pulled him out of that place. And now here you are, doing the same thing for JJ.

With a sigh, he slides off the couch and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “You know you’re too good for him, right?”

You laugh, leaning back into him. “For him? Or for you?”

Rafe presses a kiss to your shoulder, smiling despite himself. “Both. Definitely both.”

His lips linger there for another second before JJ’s speaking again, “Alright, y’all don’t have to be disgusting while I’m sitting here trying to digest. Seriously, have some respect. I’m a guest.”

Rafe’s jaw tightens, but he can’t help but laugh under his breath, his forehead dropping against your back. “You gotta be kidding me.” He sighs dramatically, loosening his grip on you and stepping back, but he’s still got that smirk. “You hear that, baby? We’re offending the guest. Can’t have that.”

JJ rolls his eyes so hard Rafe’s sure he’s gonna get stuck that way. “Yeah, you two keep it up, and I’m gonna lose this amazing meal you just made. Not trying to see all that lovey-dovey shit.”

Rafe leans against the counter, arms crossed, shaking his head. “You know, most people would be grateful for a free dinner.”

You toss a dish towel at JJ, which he dodges with a snicker. “You’re welcome to leave, you know.”

“Nah, nah,” JJ says quickly, stuffing the bread in his mouth. “I’m good right here.” He stretches out again, clearly getting way too comfortable. “But if y’all could just tone down the romance while I’m around, that’d be great.”

Rafe’s still grinning, even though part of him wants to wipe that smirk right off JJ’s face. “You jealous, Maybank?”

JJ gives an exaggerated shrug. “Nah. I got my priorities straight.”

“Yeah? Like what? Getting on my last fucking nerve?” Rafe shoots back.

JJ lifts his hands in surrender, still grinning like a kid who knows exactly how make him lose his temper. “Hey, I’m just saying. Don’t go making me regret this free meal, alright?”

He glances over at you, and you’re shaking your head, smiling like this whole thing is the most entertaining show you’ve seen all week.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” Rafe mutters, still eyeing JJ. “This is a one-time thing.”

JJ chuckles, unfazed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Just remember, I’m your girl’s favorite.” He flashes you a wink, and Rafe’s this close to tossing the bread basket at his head and tossing him out on the street.

JJ’s annoying, no doubt, but he understand, or at least he's trying to, that you’re doing it for a reason—helping the kid out, making sure he’s got a safe place for at least one night.

No matter how much he pisses him off, Rafe respects that. For your sake.

“You keep running your mouth and you’re both sleeping on the porch.”

Rafe turns to you, offended, “The fuck did I do?”

“You know exactly what you did,” you say, shaking your head. “Always making things competitive.”

Rafe scoffs, standing a little straighter.

“Competitive? Baby, I’m just protecting what’s mine.” He throws a glance at JJ, who’s still lounging on the couch like he owns the place.

“Man, protectin’ what?” JJ pipes up, laughing through his words. “I’m just here for the food and the show.” He gestures between the two of you. “Y’all could make a fortune if you charged admission. People love drama.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky they’re not charging you rent at this point.”

He’s about to tell him to shove off the couch and leave, but the front door swings open. Monica walks in arms full of grocery bags. Little Milo is trailing behind her, clutching a stuffed dinosaur in one hand and a juice box in the other. The moment he sees Rafe, his face lights up.

“Uncle Rafey!” Milo yells, charging toward him with all the energy of a four-year-old hyped up on apple juice.

He bends down and scoops Milo up, setting him on his hip. “Hey kid. What’s up?”

Milo grins and holds up his juice box. “I got juice!”

Rafe chuckles, “Juice, huh? Sounds like a big day.”

Meanwhile, Monica’s busy setting the groceries on the counter, glancing at JJ sprawled out on the couch. She shoots Rafe a look, half-exasperated, half-amused. “Looks like we have an extra child in the house today.”

JJ, clearly not catching the jab, raises a hand. “Hey, Monica. I’m just keeping the couch warm.”

Milo tugs on Rafe’s shirt, completely oblivious to the grown-up talk. “Uncle Rafe, can I have a cookie?”

“Maybe after dinner, bud,” Rafe says, setting him down gently. “Go help your mom, okay?”

Milo pouts for a second but quickly gets distracted by the sight of JJ. He stares at him curiously, tilting his head. “Who’s that?”

JJ leans over the back of the couch, grinning. “I’m JJ. You can call me… your favorite new friend.”

Milo looks at him like he’s deciding if JJ is cool or just weird. After a second, he grins back. “Okay, JJ. Can I sit with you?”

“Sure, kid. Hop on up.”

Rafe watches as Milo clambers onto the couch next to JJ, giggling when JJ pretends to steal his dinosaur. It’s almost funny—if he wasn’t so good at making himself at home.

Monica, catching the scene, sighs and shakes her head. “Great, now he’s corrupted Milo.”

Rafe crosses his arms, unable to suppress a smirk. “He’s already got enough bad influences in his life.”

She raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yeah, starting with you.”

Rafe raises his hands in surrender, laughing. “Fair enough.”

You’re leaning against the counter, watching the whole scene unfold, and suddenly, it just hits you.

Rafe with Milo, the way he softens when your nephew runs up to him, lifting him like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Milo’s giggles fill the room and then there’s Monica, half-smiling at Rafe’s attempts to wrangle Milo, even with JJ sprawled out on the couch, egging the kid on.

Your heart feels so full, you almost can’t stand it. It’s one of those moments where everything just… clicks. You try to keep it together, but there’s this warm feeling in your chest, and you blink back the unexpected tears. How could you feel anything but love for all of them in this moment?

Rafe catches you staring, his eyes softening when he sees the look on your face. He raises an eyebrow, but he’s already smiling at you, “What’s that look for?”

You shake your head, grinning despite the lump in your throat. “Nothing. Just... you guys. It’s... a lot.”

JJ, ever the clown, groans from the couch, “Oh God, please don’t get all mushy now."

But you can’t help it. You step closer to Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist, laying your head against his chest. “I just love you. All of you.”

Rafe chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head. “Love you too.”

Monica glances over with a knowing look, shaking her head. “Alright, enough of this sentimental stuff. You’re gonna make me cry, and I just got home.”

You stay wrapped in Rafe’s arms for a moment, just soaking in the warmth around you. Monica’s pulling plates from the cabinet, setting them on the table with her usual no-nonsense efficiency. JJ’s somehow got Milo giggling uncontrollably, making goofy faces and pretending to steal his dinosaur every few seconds. The kid’s losing it, practically bouncing off the couch in fits of laughter.

Rafe leans down, his lips close to your ear. “You’re okay?” he murmurs against your hair.

You smile, nodding against his chest. “Yeah. Better than good, actually.”

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his blue eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to read every thought behind it. “You sure? You looked like you were about to cry a second ago.”

You laugh a little, wiping under your eye, even though the tears never really fell. “It’s just... this. All of this. It’s perfect, you know? I don’t know. It feels like family.”

“You really think so?” Rafe asks quietly.

You nod, feeling that same warmth flood your chest again. “Yeah, I do. I love it. I love us.”

He smiles, a little crooked but real, the kind of smile you don’t see too often, but when you do, it hits you in the heart. “I love us too.”

For a second, the noise around you fades, and it’s just you and Rafe, holding onto each other like you’re the only two people in the room.

Then, predictably, JJ ruins it. “Hey, lovebirds! Save that for later. You’re killing Milo’s vibe.”

You both turn to see JJ standing with his hands on his hips, looking dramatic as ever. Milo’s grinning, clutching his dinosaur to his chest like it’s his new best friend.

“Yeah, stop kissin'!” Milo chimes in, giggling.

You rolls your eyes but pull away from Rafe with a chuckle. “Alright, alright. No more kissing.”

Monica smirks as she finishes setting the last plate. “Don’t worry, Milo. They’ll be gross later when you’re in bed.”

Rafe gives your sister a mock glare. “You’re hilarious.”

She pats him on the back, grinning. “It’s what I’m here for.”

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repulsiveliquidation · 8 months ago

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Wake Up Call || Jessie Fleming

warnings : this is pure smut. somnophilia (consensual fucking while asleep), strap-on, anal fingering, pussy-eating. enjoy.

summary : jessie comes home to you having some vivid dreams. a good girlfriend always helps their girl in need.

Jessie walked into your shared apartment at 5 am, having flown into London at the last minute to surprise you. She crept in and greeted Milo your dog, giving him lots of pets to try and keep him from barking in excitement and waking you. She dumps her bags at the door and leaves her shoes at the door which she knows she’ll get reprimanded for in the morning but that’s something for her to deal with later.

The door is a little ajar and the bathroom shines a sliver of light into your bedroom. The fan is on high and the AC hums just a touch.

She looks towards the bed and smiles. There she was, the person whom she was sure her bones missed. You looked so peaceful, nose and cheeks lit by the light from the bathroom. They were tinted a little red from the cold room and Jessie turned it down a little. The sun was coming up just a touch in the distance and she knew that you would be up for work soon.

There was a book on the bed face down and she noticed her pillows cradling your head instead of your own. You had her ratty UCLA shirt on, hair tousled from sleep. Your mouth was slightly open and your breath steady. Nothing made her heart swell more than seeing you sleep so peacefully.

She tried to make as little noise as possible getting herself ready for bed, brushing her teeth, and throwing one of your sweats and t-shirts on before standing at the foot of the bed with a little smirk on her face.

She stared at you, watching your body. You had been making noises while she took the fastest shower in the history of man, whines, and whimpers coming from your lips that weren’t exactly soft.

Your hips ground into the soft mattress.

Your hands gripped the silk sheets tight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Your lips moaned only one name.

Jessie.

You were having a wet dream.

About your girlfriend.

A good girlfriend took care of her girl’s needs, didn’t they?

Jessie was no longer dog-tired. No, that warm shower made her sleepy but the sultry sound of your voice moaning her name was one that she admits she missed. The phone sex was great but the mics never picked up on the soprano and alto tones of your voice that drove her crazy.

Jessie stood in front of her bedside drawer with her hand on the knob for a solid 30 seconds, debating if she should do what she impulsively wanted to do. You’ve said yes to what she was about to do but she didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.

“Fuck it,” Jessie mumbles to herself, opening the drawer a little too aggressively to pull out her strap. She also notices the lube running low and smirks to herself, putting a reminder in her head to ask you about it later.

She settled the harness comfortably over her hips and threw her shirt off, crawling onto the bed. Jessie smirked and listened to your moans.

“Please Jessie,” you begged, shifting to the middle of the bed with your leg pushed up. Perfect.

“I know darling, just a minute sweetheart,” Jessie cooed, pushing your shirt up and kissing down your back softly. She bit her lip and got a little shy at the sight of a wet patch on your grey underwear, hooking her fingers on the thick band and pulling it off. Your hips lifted for her and for a second she thought you were awake but you only whined a little more and your eyes were still shut.

Her thick fingers dragged themselves through your slick folds and she smiled to herself, lathering what she gathered all over her cock. She sat on your leg and used her hand to keep your leg wide open for her. Her cock was thick and long, one that you took with ease and it never failed to make Jessie wetter than she had ever been in her life when you bottomed out on it.

“Easy baby, there you go angel,” Jessie muttered to herself more than you, guiding her cock right into your aching pussy. It swallowed her up and fluttered a little when she bottomed out, Jessie swore she saw you smirk a little in your sleep now that you were filled. She gave you a couple of seconds to adjust before taking matters into her own hands, hovering over you to thrust gently. She knew you liked being asleep for as long as she could keep you that way, wanting nothing more than to wake up with sticky underwear and soreness that you could’ve sworn you didn’t go to bed with.

“Jessie,” you moaned, hips rolling back into her as she thrust slow but deep. Jessie tried her best to keep her composure but the way your ass looked and the little whine in your voice almost begging for her broke her focus.

She grabbed your hips and thrust in deep. She moaned as she fucked you, rousing you from your sleep. You were a deep sleeper, nothing could wake you in the mornings sometimes Jessie often resorted to a spray bottle with water she labeled with your name.

“You like that baby?” Jessie asked your sleepy form. She leaned over and pressed her lips to your ears, her Canadian accent slipping through as her hips picked up speed.

“What, is that what you pussy needed darling? Needed me to fuck your needy pussy, is that it?”

Your eyes shoot open and you struggle a little before realizing it’s Jessie, balls deep inside you fucking you awake.

“Jessie!”

“Been saying that a lot tonight, doll,” Jessie teased, kneeling behind you and gripping your hips to grind into you gently.

“When did you get back?” you ask, arching your down onto the mattress. Jessie audibly groans, thrusting a little faster.

“An hour ago,” Jessie answered, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. There were white streaks where she held you too tight and it sent a rush of blood that left a sultry tingle in your thighs. Jessie pushes you down fully, legs extending between her legs in a prone position. She pulls out and scoots down, spreading your ass and exposing your pussy. The sun is brighter now, light shining perfectly to cast an orange glow on your core. Jessie digs in, sloppily eating you out to her heart’s content. Her hands knead the flesh of your ass as she moans in pleasure, heart happy to have your taste on her tongue again.

“Fuck I missed you babygirl,” Jessie mumbles as she kisses up your back. You felt her cock poke at your entrance again and like a seamless machine your hips pressed up into her just as hers fucked into you. You both sighed deeply and you turned to look at Jessie, nodding for her to let loose.

“Use me, Jess,” you begged in your best slutty voice, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jessie smirks, sitting on your thighs and fucking your pussy hard. She gives you no room to breathe, hips pounding deep into your cunt. Jessie gathers your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up by it, spanking your ass as she ruts deeper into you.

“Use you like this, sweetheart?” she teases, letting go of your ponytail and pulling out again. She steps off the bed and pulls you to the edge, folding you onto your knees and pushing her cock into you swiftly.

“Yuh–yes!” you scream, feeling her cock thrust right into your sweet spot. She relishes in your vulnerability, angling her hips right into your bundle of nerves.

“Such a good girl, doll. Taking my cock so well,” Jessie praises, thrusting roughly into your pussy. She pulls out just a little and spits directly onto your asshole, two thick fingers pushing themselves into it.

“Fuck!” you moan, gripping the sheets tight. Jessie plants a foot on the bed and fucks her cock into you hard, fingers alternating with her hips. She spits into your winking asshole just a little more before pushing her fingers in, moaning as you take it so effortlessly.

“Just one question, my perfect girl,” Jessie begins, thrusting slow but deep into you. Her fingers in your ass scissored you open, a third finger forcing its way in as another blob of spit joins it.

“Fucked yourself on my cock plenty while I was gone?”

You look back at Jessie, the sun casting a glow around her toned body as your orgasm tugged at your navel. Jessie’s hips never once slowed down, her soccer stamina proving to be useful in scenarios like this one.

“Did you?” she asked, fucking into you hard and fast now that she knew you were getting close. She spanked your ass just as you screamed out your answer, cumming all over her cock and rhythmically clenching on her fingers.

“Fuck Jessie,” you breathe out as she pulls out and takes the harness off. Just as she’s about to pick you up and take you into the bathroom, your alarm goes off. She turns it off and smiles, pulling you into her arms.

“I think a day off is in order, princess.”

“Only if you give me the biggest kiss ever.”

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watsittoyah · 2 years ago

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, sex dreams, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink and slight blood play. Some obsessive behavior..

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 3- Tinted Windows…

Your eyes opened and you were stretching. When you look around your room you instantly feel a panic.

Was last night a dream?

It couldn’t have been right?

You throw the sheets off of the bed and your legs felt a bit wobbly. As you run to the door you stop as a very well built Miguel O’Hara stood there with breakfast for you.

“Buen día, mi amor. How did you sleep?” He asks as he looks down at you with a smile. It wasn’t a dream, he actually is here. “I slept like a baby. How about you?” He places your breakfast down and he cups your face between his hands.

“I slept great, at least until you started snoring.” You look at him mortified. “I don’t snore!” You move away from him but he pulls you back. “I’m only teasing you. You don’t snore. But speaking of things while you were sleep, your roommate wants to talk to you.”

Your eyes shoot right to the door. “Shit, shit, shit. I need my pants. Where are my pants?” You grab a pair of sweatpants and you roll those on, tossing your ripped shorts into the trash. “I’ll be right back.” You tell Miguel as you leave the room and close the door behind you.

In the living room your see your roommate, reading a magazine. “Good morning.” You say as you stand there. “Morning.” She says as she flips the page.

Ooh she’s in a mood.

“Erica I can explain-“ She raises a hand. “You know I woke up this morning and I smelled breakfast. I was thinking, T is out of her depression funk, good for her. But then I remembered that we didn’t go grocery shopping just yet. So I left my bedroom and I see a big back in our kitchen. And that big back didn’t belong to you-”

“I can expl-”

“Let me finish. This man spoke to me, he was polite. He made me a plate, he made Milo some food. And he cleaned up after himself. Shit I’m thinking about letting him move in with us. Now is that the man who had you in a mood for the past two weeks?” You just nod and she looks up at you.

“You better had forgave him, or so help me, T I will body slam you across this apartment. Because that’s a good man you got. Hell does he have a brother?” You feel a small smile on your face and shrug.

“I don’t know we were a bit too busy last night for me to ask.” Her eyes get big. “Was it good?” She whispers. “My legs are still wobbly but girl, it was more than good.”

“You lucky bitch.” You both laugh and she gets up and pulls you into a hug. “Go, we can have that walk later. I need to go visit my mom. And make sure you two keep that in your bed room. I don’t want to come home and I see ass and tiddies where Milo eats his snacks.” You suck your teeth at your roommate but smile.

“See you later E.” She waves over her shoulder and leaves the apartment. As you walk back into your room your see Miguel getting dressed. “Where are you going?” You ask in a panic.

“I have some important business to attend to, amor. Trust me if it wasn’t important I wouldn’t be leaving your side right now.” He kisses your lips several times before walking to your door. “Oh, okay. Well will you be back later?”

“No, I’m going to be busy for the next few days, but I will text and call you every chance I get.” You give a sad smile and Miguel pulls you into a hug. “Don’t give me that look. It’s already hard enough I have to leave a beautiful woman like you alone for a while. If it were up to me I’d kidnap you.” You laugh at that but in his eyes he looked serious.

“Go, you have business and I have a breakfast that my loving hus…” You stop your words right there.

Were you about to say loving husband?

“You enjoy your day, Miguel.” You smile at him and he stands there for a moment. “You too, Tommie.”

“Here let me walk you out.” As you two walk to the front door, Miguel turns to you and he lifts your chin up so you’re staring up at him. “When I’m all done, I want to take you to dinner. Would that be okay with you?”

“Yes, I’m sure it would….are you sure you can’t stay? It’s my day off and I’m going to be all alone in this apartment for a few hours.” Just then you hear a small meow and you both look to see Milo stretching out by the window. “Don’t tempt me. You hold down the fort, Milo. And I’ll call you, amor.” Miguel pins you against the wall and he kisses you passionately, leaving you feeling light headed. “Until we see each other again.” Miguel gives you one more peck and he leaves out the door. You close it behind him and you press your back against the door, sliding down it like some love sick puppy.

“Milo don’t look at me like that.” You say as Milo watches you from across the room…

•••

It’s been a few days and you haven’t heard from Miguel. “What’s wrong baby cakes?” Your grandmother asks as you help her in her garden. “Hmm? Nothing. The strawberries look good.”

“Those are cherry tomatoes. Now I know something is wrong. Look at me.” You try to avoid her eyes but you know you can’t. “What’s wrong?” You sigh and sit down in the dirt.

“There’s this guy, and well we haven’t been talking long but…it feels like I’ve known him for a long time. Anyways he said that he would keep in contact with me and I haven’t heard from him…in the past few days.”

Your grandmother gives you a side hug. “You like this boy?”

“I do, he…just seems so familiar to me. Am I being clingy?” You ask as she helps you up off of the ground. You clean off your butt and she shakes her head. “Baby cakes, that’s the thing about you young ones. Don’t even say you’re old you’re only thirty-three, that’s young. There is no such thing as clingy when it comes to someone you care about. Call him if you want to. Leave him a message and let him know he’s on your mind. Don’t neglect your feeling. Be honest. That is what your grandfather and I do. That’s what your father and mother use to do. Be honest.”

You nod at her advice and as you go to speak you hear the back door and your grandfather comes out with a tray of drinks.

“Boy it is hot out here. How would you ladies like to take a break and have some ice cold lemonade?” You accept the glasses and hand one to your grandmother.

“Charles, you didn’t make this too sweet did you? You know your sugar levels can’t handle that.”

“Barbra, just drink the lemonade and stop worrying about my sugar levels.” As your grandparents bicker, you smile at the two. They were the best parents that anyone could have asked for.

When your parents had passed when you were thirteen, you had moved in with them. Their relationship was the blueprint for you. And maybe one day you could have what they had.

“The garden looks wonderful, Barbra. Now can I take my granddaughter to the junk yard so we can build something?” Your grandmother kisses his cheek and pats his face. “Come back to me, Charles. And bring our baby back safe.” He smiles and nods. “I will. Now come on brains. I know where we can find a mini jet engine.”

You place your empty glass down and kiss your grandmother on her cheek. “I’ll keep him safe.” You and your grandfather gets to the front of the house and you get into his pick up truck.

“What do you want to built today, brains?” Your grandfather asks as he starts driving down the street. “I’m thinking maybe a gene splicer? Or another alarm clock.” You say as you look at your phone and see a message from Miguel.

Thinking about you, amor.

You smile and text back.

I’m thinking about you too…I miss you.

You press send before you regret it and hear your grandfather cough. “You okay?” You ask concerned. “I’m alright, I’m just gonna stop by the store and grab some cough drops.”

He turns down the road and stops by a mini bodega. “I got it.” You tell him as you get out of the truck.

You walk inside and go directly to where the cough drops were. As you look for the sugar free brand you feel someone watching you. You glance around and see no one except the cashier. But he was watching the tv.

You go back to looking and you find a brand with at least 3 grams of sugar in it. “Better than nothing I guess.” You mumble as you walk to the register. You grab a bottle of water on your way up and place them both on the counter.

The cashier looks over at you and straightens. “Hello there.” He says in a friendly tone. “Hello..” You balance on the balls of your feet as he rings you out and you catch him staring.

“I hope you found everything you needed today, and if so could I take you out for a coff…” You wonder why he stops talking and when you look at him he was staring past you in horror.

You look back only to see no one was there. “Okay, well you have a good day.” You give him exact change and you go back out to the truck.

“How much do I owe you?” Your grandfather asks. You shrug. “The cashier gave it to me cause I was cute. So it’s free.” You joke. “You’re as stubborn as your father, I swear. The man wouldn’t let me pay him back for anything.” You smile and as you two pull out of the parking lot you see a large man leaving the bodega.

That looks like, nah. It couldn’t be…could it?

••••

Your hands were filthy but it was worth it for all the parts you two had salvaged. “Make sure you don’t go building something illegal. I’d hate to have to put my granddaughter in jail for the reward money.” Your grandfather says as he helps you with your parts and puts them in the back.

“I was going to say it was you and get the reward money.” You both laugh and he pats your curly hair. “You know you remind me of CJ everyday. Down to the curly hair…” Your grandfather grows silent and he takes his handkerchief out and wipes his eyes.

“I miss dad too. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I’ll look in the mirror and see his eyes.” You two stand in silence and from the corner of your eye you see movement. You try to strain your eyes but your grandfather clears his throat.

“I know you are your fathers daughter, but promise me you won’t go into that line of work.” Here we go again. “Grandpa I know you don’t want me working as a tech engineer but I know I have what it takes. Alchemax would pro-”

“Don’t you ever say that company’s name in my presence, brains. Not after what they did to this family. After what they did my your parents.” You suck in your bottom lip and nod. “Yes sir.”

As the two of you got in the car you sit in silence. “Can we stop for some ice cream? I’ll pay.” You tell him. “We can stop and I’ll be paying. I won’t have my granddaughter spoiling me. I’m suppose to spoil you. And maybe some great-grand children if you decide to have some.”

“Here we go. Grandpa I will have babies one day but not today or tomorrow.”

“I know, I just want you to have someone. Like I have your grandmother. I want you happy. Even if it’s with a gold fish.” Your grandfather drives and you look out the window. In the rear view mirror you see a black sleek sports car following the truck. The windows to the car were tinted black so you couldn’t see who it was behind the wheel.

You have light conversation with your grandfather and keep an eye on the car. So far it’s been following you for the past ten minutes.

“…I’ll be sure to stay over for dinner tonight.” You answer as he takes a left turn and sure enough the car takes a left turn as well.

Who is following us?

When your grandfather finally gets to the ice cream parlor, the car just drives past and you feel yourself finally relax.

Maybe it was just a coincidence?

You and your grandfather head inside of the ice cream parlor and were greeted by Mary-Anne. The owner of the parlor. “Hey guys, what can I get for you two today?”

“I’ll take the cherry cone with butter crunch cream.” You give your grandfather a look. “Mary-Anne he’ll have the vanilla sugar free cone.”

He huffs. “Back in my day a man could eat a honey bun and have a bottle of coke and no one would bat an eye.”

“Well I want my grandfather to see me in my wedding dress so no complaints. Alright I’ll have the toffee special, but in a waffle bowl.” Mary-Anne gets your orders ready and your grandfather pats his pockets.

“Drat, I left it-I’ll go get it. Don’t you dare pay.” He goes to leave but you stop him. “I’ll grab your wallet. It’s in your special spot right?” You go to open the door but the handle was moved away from you and you’re staring into a pair of pretty hazel eyes.

Before he could speak you push him back out. “Miguel, what are you doing?” You ask him in a hushed tone. “What do you mean? I was just in the neighborhood.” You blink serval times because clearly this man thinks you’re stupid.

“Miguel, don’t you lie to me, why have you been following me?” He goes to lie but you raise your brow at him. “Don’t you lie! That was you leaving the bodega. That was you in the junk yard. And that was you in the car following us. Before you say no, there are hundred of ice cream parlors in Nueva York. But this one, is special because I’ve been coming here since I was a little girl. That? That is too much of a coincidence. Now tell me the truth.” You tap your foot and cross your arms waiting for his answer. He sighs.

“I was only following you because I had happened to spot you while I was out. I was going to text you but I thought that was a bit creepy. I’m sorry mi corazón. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Miguel pulls you in as he moves your arms so he can embrace you.

You wish you could stay mad at him but you can’t help but melt from his touch. Your body missed him. “I missed you.” You tell him as you look up at him. “And I missed you too.” Miguel leans down to kiss you but you two jump apart when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

“Grandpa! I was just-”

“About to introduce me to your friend?” He asks as he eyes Miguel. Miguel goes to shake his hand. “Hello sir. My name is Miguel O’Hara, it’s so nice to meet you.” He shakes his hand back and you can tell he’s sizing him up.

“I wish I could say the same.”

“Grandpa!” You scold him. “Tell me what are your intentions with my granddaughter?” If you could have the ground open up and swallow you, you would.

“I want nothing more than to keep her safe, sir.” Your grandfather looks over at you. “Is this man someone who you like?” You feel put on the spot but you nod and feel your face warm up. “Yes.”

He huffs. “I already knew it. When I came out here the boys paws were all over your behind I thought I was going to get some grandkids tonight.”

Miguel tries to hide his laugh and you cover your face. “Grandpa I’m paying for your ice cream. I’ll even let you get the one you really want just go back inside please.” He purses his lips but goes back inside.

“I like him. He’s funny.” Miguel says as he stands there watching your grandfather. “He’s a real riot. So are you still handling your business?”

“Nope, I am officially done for the rest of the day.”

“Good, then I’m inviting you over for dinner at my grandparents.” Miguel looks a bit surprised. “So soon? Are you sure?” You lean in close. “Miguel we literally had sex and I know you have fangs.” You whisper to him.

“Right…right. Do you think your grandparents will like me? Should I bring something? Maybe I should go get a haircut.”

“Don’t you dare cut those locks of yours. You’ll be fine and you can bring my grandmother flowers. She has a garden so she’d love that. Now let me go back inside before this grumpy old man starts to tell me about condoms and other forms of birth control. And Miguel?”

“Sí amor?” You pat his cheek. “You’ll be fine. I’ll send your address. Dinner is at seven o clock sharp. Don’t be late.” You kiss his lips and walk back inside of the parlor. Your grandfather narrowing his eyes at Miguel.

“Grandpa stop that. He’s a nice guy. How much do I owe you, Mary-Anne?”

“He better be nice. He’s as big as a bear and he stares a little too hard at you. I don’t like it.”

“Mr. Valentine you should be open minded. My son, Maverick. He brought home a handsome boy the other day and I have to say he makes him happy. Tommie does your man friend make you happy?”

“Yes he does. And he is coming over for dinner tonight. Grandpa don’t even try to argue, or I’ll tell grandma about the ice cream.” He shuts his mouth as you pay and you two leave out of parlor.

You shoot Miguel a text and you cross your fingers hoping tonight goes perfect.

••••

Good thing you had a few cute clothes in your old bedroom.

You were freshly showered and you were trying to get your curls to listen. But they wanted to defy gravity and stick up. “Where is my butterfly clip?” You say as you search your dresser. You find the clip and secure it in your hair.

You then give yourself a nice look over. You were wearing a pretty flower dress that came down to your calf’s. A pair of yellow wedges and you had on a thin chain with your initials on it.

“Is this too much?” You ask as you turn and look at your plump butt in the mirror. “No, this is cute. And sexy at the same time.” You comment as you grab your phone and check the time.

Miguel had sent a text that he was outside and you ran out of your old room to go meet him. “No running.” Your grandmother calls out from the kitchen. “Sorry!” You call over your shoulder. Just before you open the door you take a calm breath and put a smile on your face.

When you open it you see Miguel standing there with two bouquets of flowers. “These Spider Lillie’s are for you, amor. And these baby breathe flowers are for your grandmother.” You smell the flowers and they smelled amazing. “Thank you, please come in. I’ll introduce you.” You lead him into the kitchen and there you look for a vase.

“Grandma, this is Miguel. Miguel this is my grandma.” Your grandmother wipes her hands dry on a dish towel and she opens her arms to him.

“Come here and let me look at you.” She touches his face and she then smiles at the both of you. “My you are handsome. Now I see why my granddaughter is taken by you.”

“Grandma, please.” You whine. Miguel smiles at her and she pats his chest. “Miguel I hope you like chicken stew with vegetables from my garden.”

“That sounds delicious, Señora. May I help you set the table?” She nods in approval and you show her the flowers Miguel had gotten you.

“Oh these will look so lovely in my garden, Miguel. Thank you.” She sniffs them and he looks over at you and mouths that he likes her. You mouth back what’s not to like?

After the table is set and the food is out, the four of you sit down and get ready to eat. You help serve Miguel and he pours you a drink. Your grandparents watches you two and feel a smile on your face as Miguel’s hand finds yours under the table.

“So Miguel, what do you do for work?” Your grandmother asks as she passes a roll to your grandfather. “I am a scientist. I work in the field that involves evolution to mammals as well as insects.”

“Ah, you're a brain just like Tommie here. I’m happy, the bloodline has hope yet.” You see your grandmother shoot a glare at your grandfather and then she smiles at Miguel.

“I apologize for my husband, his sugar is just low. Anyways, how did you and Tommie meet?” You go to speak but Miguel talks.

“It’s actually quite embarrassing. I had moved into the building about four months ago and I had first saw your granddaughter when I was bringing boxes to my apartment. I have to say I was smitten the very moment I seen her. But I was too shy to approach her first so I just stood back and waited for the perfect opportunity. So it was in the parking lot, she had dropped her water bottle and it was really flying down the walk way so I picked it up and from that very moment, we’ve been talking ever since.” Miguel says as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

“Oh my goodness look at you two. So cute, you know it’s as if you two have been together for years. Doesn’t it seem like that, Charles?”

“Mhm, yeah.” Your grandfather says as he eats another forkful. You eat your food and feel that dinner was going to be perfect for sure.

After a plate and a half, some dessert and coffee, it was time to go home.

“Are you two sure you had enough?” Your grandmother asks as she sees you two out. “Grandma, if we have anymore food, we will have to be rolled back to the apartment.” You says as you give her a hug and a kiss.

“Dinner was amazing, Miss Barbra. Next time I come over I’ll have to share my abuela’s cookies recipe with you.” He gives her a hug as well and she rubs his back. “You two don’t be a stranger, and Tommie make sure you call me when you two get home.”

“I will!” Miguel leads you to his car and he opens the door for you. After he makes sure you’re inside safely he closes it and walks around. You open the door and he slides in. “I like your grandparents. They’re sweet.”

“They are. And even though my grandpa was acting grumpy he likes you. Did you see his face light up when you mentioned that you liked football. I think he’s going to take you away from me.”

“Nah, he’s not my type. I like pretty women named Tommie Valentine.” Miguel starts up his car and he drives out of the driveway. As he drives you sit there in silence for a while.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks as he holds your hand. You sigh. “I was just thinking how much I don’t know about you. Like was what you said about meeting me true?”

“Of course. I seen you wearing this pretty pink dress and you were talking to Erica about watching a robotics documentary. Your hair was out and you looked happy. I wanted to talk to you but well you know.” You look at his profile and study it.

“I’m still sad you didn’t come up to me sooner. I would’ve liked to have known I had a secret admirer.”

“Well, mi princesa. The whole thing about a secret admirer is that it is a secret. And besides I’m sure I would’ve startled you with my demeanor.” He says as he glances at you.

“I guess, you are a bit intimidating. But I still don’t know much about you. Like do you have a brother? Are your parents still around? Where do you work? Why do you have fangs?” He laughs out loud and kisses your knuckles.

“Alguien tiene muchas preguntas. So many questions. Well I have a half brother named Gabriel. It’s a bit of a touchy subject with my parents but they are still around. I work at Columbia Tech. And about the fangs that’s going to have to wait until later, only because it’s a lot to explain.”

You pout at the last answer. “Okay, I guess but when you finally tell me I’m going to have notes ready.” He chuckles at your answer and shakes his head. “I know you will. Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Have you saved any people?” That question causes him to freeze and he looks at you as he stops at the stop sign. “What did you say?”

“Have you saved any people? I know being a scientist can bring on new discoveries to help further modern medicine. If that’s a touchy subject for you I can-”

He interrupts you by kissing you. Which’s causes the wind to be sucked out of your lungs. When he moves back his eyes were gentle and you can tell he wants to say something but instead he continues driving.

You sit back in your seat and you soon hear rain hit his windshield. “I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight. This rain is going to be so good. Maybe I’ll sleep with my window open.” You say as you look out the window.

“Is that so?” Miguel asks as he lets go of your hand and squeezes your upper thigh under your dress. He gets to the inside parking lot and you watch as his hand squeezes again. “Yes. Should I not sleep with my window open?”

You watch a smirk crawl across his lips. “I’m not saying no, but if you’re not careful you might let the boogeyman in that way.” Miguel backs into a parking spot and that move right there made a moan escape your lips. “Did you say something, amor?”

“No! Nope! I didn’t. But I’m a big girl, Mr. O’Hara. I don’t believe in the boogeyman.” You say as you move your hips a little so he can go further up your dress. “Oh that’s a shame. Because if you did believe in him, I’d have to come over and check to make sure he doesn’t come into your room tonight.” Miguel says as he moves his hand and runs this thumb across your bottom lip.

“Well I know the boogeyman won’t be coming into my room. But I know who I want to come.” You say as you hold his hand still and suck his middle and ring finger. Miguel’s eyes instantly turn ruby red and he presses a button to make his seat lean back.

“My my, you are a big girl. Well why don’t you show me what else big girls can do, espléndida.” You lick his fingers and bring his hand under your dress and under your panties.

He slides his wet fingers inside of you and you grip his wrist as you moan. “Miguel…” You moan out, knowing no one can hear you over the rain.

“Your pretty little pussy is sucking in my fingers so well. I wonder how many more fingers you can take.” He whispers against your ear as he uses his palm to rub your clit. You feel him insert another finger and you lean your head back, letting your throat be exposed to him. He licks and sucks your neck as he does a come here motion inside of you.

“Oh god…” You groan out as you move your hips. “You feel that? Your greedy little pussy keeps squeezing around my fingers. But I have something else it can squeeze.” He takes your hand and places it over his crotch and you moan because you want to taste him.

You move him back and you unzip his pants. “Can I?” You ask as you look at him and moan. “It’s all yours, amor. Do whatever you want to me.” He leans back and you lean over the seat as you pull his dick out and suck him. He continues to rub your pussy as you suck the head. You choke a little which turns you on because he throbs in your mouth.

“This mouth, this fucking mouth is heaven. Fuck.” Miguel moans as he grips the back of your neck. He slowly fucks your mouth as he rubs you and your eyes roll back as you moan and gag. “Fuck, don’t stop. Just keep sucking. You don’t need air right? No you don’t. You don’t need air. Seré tu aire.” You feel tears running down your face but you feel yourself getting extremely wet.

You wanted this man to fuck your throat, till he came. He bucked up faster hitting the back of your throat and your legs started to clench as you were close to coming on his seat. His head falls back as he groans that he’s coming. You tighten your throat and in just that simple movement Miguel’s whole body went still and he let out a whimpering groan as he came down your throat. You swallow deeply and you shiver as you come soon after.

The both of you were breathing heavy when you had leaned back. Miguel was staring at you, his eyes were roaming your body. You were staring at him. Already taking off your panties and climbing over the seat, straddling him.

You guide him inside of you and you both let out a moan as he stretches you out. As the base meets your pelvis you still and Miguel placed his hands on your ass and he grips you tight.

“Rock your hips for me. I’m going to show you how I like to be ridden.” You start to move your hips but Miguel guides you and he bites his lip drawing blood from his fangs.

You lean over and flick your tongue against his blooded lip and he captures your lips with his. He kisses you and slaps your ass causing you to rock your hips harder. “Just like that. Princesa, fuck me. Fuck me just like that. You’re to good. Eres tan buena conmigo. Just like that. Keep that up and I’ll get you pregnant.”

You tighten around him and you fuck him harder as you rock your hips. “You like that? The thought of me fucking coming inside of you? Oh Princesa, I’ll fuck the come inside of you. Come here.” He grabs a hold of you and you feel him scrape his fangs against your shoulder as he fucks up deeper inside of you. You let out a strangled moan and you bite into his shoulder instead.

He groans out your name and moans out he’s coming. Your body shakes with climax and you both come hard, causing a mess on his driver seat. You rest your hand on his window and he rests his head against your chest.

You look down at him and he looks up at you. “Aren’t you glad I have tinted windows?” He says causing the two of you to laugh. He gently pats your butt as you slide off of him. You wince and you fix your dress.

“Sorry about your seats.” You say feeling embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry, I was going to get my car detailed anyway. And Tommie?”

“Hmm?” You ask feeling very lust drunk. “Anything you want to ask, just ask me. I would never hide anything from you.” He then leans over and gives a peck to your lips. “Mmm, thank you, Miguel.”

“No need for a thanks. I just want to be honest with you…Oh! Make sure you tell your grandmother you’re home.”

You pick up your phone and text her then put the phone back in your bag. “Do you want to come inside and spend the night?” You ask hoping he’ll say yes. “Y…I can’t. I have something to do. But I can walk you inside.” You frown at that.

Because for some reason you feel as if Miguel is hiding more than why he has fangs.

The more you get to know him the less you actually know who Miguel O’Hara really is…

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 10 months ago

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JNPR vs Faunus JNPR

Jaune: *Draws Crocea Mors* I like your scarf! Does it get stuffy under there?

Shark!Faunus Jaune: *Adjusting Scarf* Thanks! and it does sometimes, but it helps block out Electrical signals. Keeps me from being overwhelmed.

Jaune: Fashion and Function! Nice!

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Jaune: *Picks out tooth* We both got into Beacon legitimately!

Jaune: *Futzing with his shield* Yep! Nothing suspicious at all!

Jaune: Yep! The only thing I lied about on my transcripts was being human!

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Pyrrha: *Flourishes Milo* Like your tail! It's very Floofy!

Fox!Faunus Pyrrha: *Throws and Catches Akouo* Thank you! I take great pride in it!

Pyrrha: I can tell.

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Pyrrha: *Kneels to her opponent* Aren't Blondes Lovely?

Pyrrha: *tightening gloves* Yes, Yes he- Blondes? Plural?

Pyrrha: Naturally! Yang and Jaune are so good~

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Nora: *Collapses Magnhild* HAr HAr Harhar HAR har-harhar-harhar!

Bear!Faunus Nora: *Picking teeth with claws* Hey! Just 'cause you're ready for Freddy Doesn't mean you're ready for me!

Nora: Forget Five nights, You won't last Five seconds!

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Nora: *Swings Magnhild around* Syrup? A heretic to the ways of Honey!

Nora: *Cracks Knuckles* I'm the Heretic? You're the one that eats Bee Puke!

Nora: Enough talk, Tree-Blood Drinker! Square up!

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Ren: *Deploys Stormflower* ... Do you have venom?

Snake!Faunus Ren: *Gently shaving with SF* Yes, and Yes I do use it in teas and certain medical applications.

Ren: Thank you for answering

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Ren: *Checking Fangs in compact Mirror* How is it to bit have fangs?

Ren: *Inspecting his father's knife* It is difficult to describe not having something when you've never had it to begin with.

Ren: That's Fair. Thank you.

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https-milo · 1 month ago

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8 ☾ Sweets / Ranpo Edogawa !!

DAY 8 OF FLUFFTOBER!

Summary!

- It's Ranpo's favorite season. But only because you come in with new candies every day

flufftober masterlist!

Ranpo sat at his desk lazily. His legs were propped on his finished papers (something Kunkida had trouble resisting the urge to scold) and his hands were behind his head. To a stranger looking in, he looked content. But, to his coworkers, they knew he was a ticking tantrum waiting to happen. All because a certain detective had yet to arrive to work.

"Where is she?" He complained loudly. He huffed and crossed his arms.

"We don't know, she won't answer our calls," Kunikida calmly replied from his desk.

Of course, with his deduction abilities, Ranpo already knew where you were. As usual with the fall season, you were late to work because you were busy trying to find new candies for the greatest detective to enjoy. But, seeing as he eats anything and everything, the hunt was proving more and more difficult every day. His question was rhetorical, he just wanted to voice his discontent.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said apologetically with a bow directed at the president, who had come out to talk to Kunikida. Fukuzawa just waved his hand and nodded, excusing your tardiness. With a sigh of relief, you walked to your best friend's desk. "I woke up 2 hours earlier to catch a train to Kawasaki because I've given you everything from around here," you sighed deeply and set the candy bag on Ranpo's desk.

Immediately, Ranpo reaches into the bag and starts to eat. "Thanks, Y/N!" Candy after candy you were slightly concerned for his teeth's health. Noticing your staring, Ranpo rolls his eyes, "You should've got some for yourself!" He stuck his tongue out teasingly and continued to shove sweets down his throat.

"I'm more concerned about cavities and you choking," You chided. "No one is taking them from you, you can chill."

Ranpo paused before a sly and teasing smirk grew on his face. He opened his emerald green eyes and rested his head on one of his hands. "Aw, you care about me!~"

Immediately you blushed red, "What?! No! It's- Well- It'd be unfortunate if you died! What would we do without the greatest detective!" You waved your hands in front of your face in hopes of dispelling the accusation.

Ranpo's attitude shifted immediately at the praise. He puffed his chest out in pride, "Yeah! I am the greatest, aren't I?"

You smiled cheesily, "Yeah, you sure are, Ranpo."

Ranpo closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. '3 months since she started liking me... Wonder when she'll confess?' The thought made his grin widen. "Thanks for the treats, Y/n."

Startled, you nodded, "Yeah, of course! It's a tradition... even if I have to travel so far." Ranpo nodded and nothing else was said after. You made your way to your assigned desk and Ranpo started eating again. But one thing rested heavily on your minds;

'JUST CONFESS ALREADY!'

Thank you so much for reading <3

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samfucker · 3 months ago

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guess.

if u guessed EVEN MORE OF MY DARLIN OC HEADCANNONS UR CORRECT. sum nsfw

sorry to all. im obsessed w him.

he loves zombie movies. and zombie games. call of duty zombies with his brothers used to be his shit. he was also very competitive. like, before he even hits the floor in the game he's yelling at his brothers to revive him. (im projecting :P)

after being with the pack for a few months, julius was convinced he'd never be a part of the pack like the rest of the teens were. they all already formed their bonds, found themselves in groups; they were a family. julius was just... there. even when asher would force julius to hang out with them, julius would feel so out of place and would just sit quietly

this feeling only grew stronger as he grew older and STILL didn't have any close bonds within the pack. he was fully convinced asher was trying to include him out of pity and it pissed him off. he HATES being pitied

he ALMOST got a tattoo for quinn cus he was young and fully conviced he and quinn were forever

now he has a tattoo of sams name

he also copies sams accent. and milos. and porters. not to be mean, but cus they like the way they talk! they did it with quinn too and he didnt take it well

he punched another pack member for making fun of him once. lol

HUGE RESTING BITCH FACE.

again, guyliner. one of the pack adults (i cant decide which) and julius x that one scene from the dairy of a wimpy kid movie

"are you wearing eyeliner??"

julius also had a crush on rodrick heffley. he wanted him AND wanted to be him.

"IM SORRY WOMEN :/"

he orders food then overthinks the interaction. "wow... i stuttered while asking for cheese on my sandwich... this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

not julius, but sam uses emojis properly. especially the sad ones. julius thinks its so cute.

also sam dad bod and chst hair and

me^

as mentioned in past post, he was sent to an empowered tti. he DID escape, but he didnt get to finish highschool cus of it. he makes fun of himself for being a dropout even tho it wasnt even his choice.

again, projecting, but he has an issue with telling others to kts or threatening to khs.

when he was a kid and he found out ur teeth dont fall out til youre like seven he cried cus he wanted money

this is alrdy agreed upon by the fandom but hes a WHORE. and HOT.

hes taller than sam... IM BOUTA BUST

one time when sam went in for a kiss julius turned his head away and went SWERVEDDD and sams face was pure shock and betrayal

he rubs his cheek against sams

bright eyes and sam that one meme

"why does julius call u babygirl?"

"how bout we stop talking for a little while."

baggy jeans.... compression shirt... or.... tight tanktop.... *busts*

slurty waist....... msucles....

neck tattoo........................ and others cus he TATTED

he wears rings too and he has a necklace he like NEVER takes off.

i alrdy said this too but im saying it again he has heterochromia (my twin) hes so sexy im gonna kiss my own oc

BJ KING!!

he bites. in a freaky way and in an intimate way

like he loves sam sm he js needs to bite his bicep or titty pec

he used to smoke. like A LOT

early sam and masc darlin was a homoerotic friendship. i know that sexual tension was crazy.

garfield lover. youll never like garfield like HE likes garf.

HE SUCKS AT GEOGRAPHY SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the end (for now)... do yall have hcs for my oc cus ill eat them up and send u a million dollars. but also just gimme darlin hcs

AGAIN IM SORRY IM SORRY IF UR SICK OF ME LMFAOO

#are yall sick of me yet #does this count as a #matt yaps #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted headcanons

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moronkyne · 3 months ago

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U got any ermmm,, Milo hcs 😈

The milo drought is real boo I'm suffering 😞😞

Milo headcanons :3

1. Milo’s favorite color is Gold. Do not DARE try to tell him that it’s not a color. I’m not talking about like a saturated yellow, I’m talking shiny. 24K GOLD.

2. I see this man with a subtle baby face and or massive dimples on both sides. He’s also got really concerningly white teeth and the best smile in the city (He gets it from his mama)

3. Used to be obsessed with trains as a kid, David liked cars and Asher liked dinosaurs.

4. Blasts ‘Perm’ by Bruno Mars on EVERYBODYS birthday. It doesn’t matter.

5. Has gotten into fights with the kiddos of the pack, would do it again. “HEY, listen…listen. They have some major attitudes nowadays.”

I’ll get more soon but ima go eat dinner

#redacted Milo #Milo Greer #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #moronkyne #redacted milo greer #redacted verse #redacted fandom

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flowery-mess · 23 days ago

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Midnights of October🍁🧡🎃

October 31st

Trick or treating with kids and celebrating Noah's birthday

warnings: Noah pictured as a dad, not edited lol

taglist: @concreteangel92 @sorrowsofsilence @lma1986 @stardustsirenmelody @dream-machine-love @mrsnoahsebastian (let me know if you want to be tagged or deleted!😊)

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Modnights of October masterlist

„I’ll do my best Y/N.“ Nick said through the phone.

„Thank you, just let me know when he leaves your place.“

Milo and Thea asked you to do birthday surprise for Noah’s birthday and how could you say no to them. So you asked Nick and the boys to keep Noah entertained for the whole day on October 30th, so you and the kids can make cake and wrap presents for him.

“Mom how old is dad?” Thea asked you while you put her on the kitchen desk.

“He’ll be 29 tomorrow.”

“Wow he’s old.” You chuckled at that reaction.

“So, we’re making chocolate cake with number 29 on top made with strawberries, right?” you summoned the plan to your little helpers who nodded their heads at you.

“Remember it’s surprise Thea, you can’t tell dad.” Milo reminded Thea in the most ‘older brother’ way you could imagine. As an answer, Thea locked her mouth with imaginary key and then threw it away.

Thea was interested in the cake baking for whole 5 minutes, after that she occasionally came to steal strawberry or chocolate chip.

Milo was really helpful with mixing the ingredients and then decorating the cake. Thea then came with an idea to stick pictures of things Noah likes in the cake, so you had to print out a picture of Skye from Paw patrol (Thea made him say he likes her), you printed picture of Milo and Thea and then Milo said you should also print a picture of you, because Noah loves you.

When you were done you hid the cake in the storage fridge and went to clean the kitchen so Noah can’t see any evidence of chocolate.

“Cake done.” You said and ticked it off your paper. “Now let’s wrap presents for daddy.”

“Mom can I give daddy this plushie?” Thea asked you with the plush dinosaur in her hands. Mind you it’s not even hers, it’s Milo’s. She’s a literal threenager with her attitude of ‘I don’t give a shit’.

“That’s mine!” Milo says and takes it from her hands. Milo on the other hand is 5 years old, but acting at least twice his age. He’s very helpful and takes a lot after Noah. He’s taking his role of the man in the house very seriously when Noah is away. He always helps with cleaning the toys, he helps you carry some stuff from the grocery store and he plays with Thea. He also gives you the biggest hugs and cuddles, so you’re not sad while Noah is away.

You gave the kids a budget for Noah’s presents earlier in the week and took them to a shopping mall so they could choose what they want.

Milo chose a t-shirt with printed picture of all four of you. Thea chose a pink airplane pillow with cat ears and candy. Well at least it’s useful for Noah’s travels.

When everything was wrapped, you put it away so Noah couldn’t see it until tomorrow and then clean the mess you all made.

He just left. Text from Nick appeared on your screen just when you put the last presents under the kids bed.

The next morning you were woken up by four little legs running in your bedroom, then jumping in your bed and yelling “Happy birthday dad!”

“Oh wow, thank you.” Noah took them both to lay down with you, attacking them with kisses.

“Group hug.” Thea yelled in her little voice.

You and the kids laid on top of Noah and started singing him happy birthday song. Noah didn’t have a choice with celebrating his birthday since the kids got the concept of birthdays. They didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to eat cake and get presents, so Noah had to push through and he became more fond of it when he saw their faces lit up with joy when he was surprised from the gifts they got him.

After few minutes you send Thea and Milo to brush their teeth and change their clothes so you could have a moment with Noah.

“Happy birthday love.” You whispered one more time, brushing Noah’s nose with yours.

“Thank you.” He smiled back at you and grabbed your chin to pull you into a kiss.

“I hope you’re going to have fun today.” You laid your head on Noah’s chest.

“Who wouldn’t have fun dressed as Dipsy?” Noah’s answer was followed by laugh from both of you.

You’re going trick or treating with the kids later and wanted to have family costume and Thea came up with one. You’re going as Teletubbies, which is one of her latest favorite shows to watch.

You spent the next few minutes cuddling with Noah, enjoying the calm before the storm.

“Let’s feed our little monsters.”

“Dad you have to put the hat on.” Thea commanded Noah when you were ready to leave the house.

Thea and Milo had full on costumes of Laa Laa and Po, you and Noah got away with just green and purple t-shirts and hats with ornaments.

You planned on trick or treating in your neighbourhood and then meet at Matt’s house with everyone for a little Halloween gathering.

You’d start at your older neighbour’s house who would had a genuine laugh at your costumes, saying it’s a cute one and then take a lap around the whole neighbourhood.

“Okay everyone ready?” you asked after you closed the car door and looked over your shoulder to see if the kids were strapped in and had their buckets.

“Yes!” they yelled together.

At Matts house it was pure mess. Kids everywhere, fighting over who got more candy, candy wrappers on the floor.

Noah and the boys were making dinner outside while you talked with the other girls about kids or who’s coming with the boys on the next tour. You also had to take Thea’s candy bucket, because if she’d eat some more she would be impossible to put in bed later.

When the sun started to set Milo whispered in your ear “When are we going to celebrate daddy’s birthday?” and that was when you knew it was time to go home.

On the way back home your kids kept exchanging looks and mysterious laughs in the back seats.

“And what are you two up to huh?” Noah asked them, looking at them through the mirror.

“Nothing.” Thea said very trustworthy.

Back home you send kids to change into some comfy clothes while you and Noah put the costumes and candy away. Then you send Noah to put some movie on and get the living room ready for movie night.

You told Milo and Thea to get ready with their presents and went to get the cake.

“Shh Thea. We’re going to sing at the count of three, okay?” you looked at Milo and Thea for confirmation and started walking in the direction of the living room.

When you were about to reach the main room of your house you silently counted to three and then you all started singing.

Noah turned around with genuine surprise on his face. Thea started jumping around him while still singing, you and Milo standing still in front of him.

“Make a wish daddy!” Milo told Noah when he went to blow candles on the cake.

“What did you wish for daddy?” Thea asked, already eyeing the chocolate cake.

“That’s a secret, you’re not supposed to tell or it won’t happen.” Noah explained the point to Thea and picked her up. “What is this? A surprise birthday party? With all of you?” Noah asked looking at you.

“Yeah, I hope you didn’t think we would miss a celebration of your birthday?”

“Let’s have a cake then.” Noah kissed your forehead and led you to kitchen with his hand on your lower back.

After having sweet treat in the form of the cake you made with your little ones, you made Noah open the presents.

“Wow travel pillow, I wanted that!” In the case of Thea’s gift Noah didn’t have to act surprised, because he was, but also wasn’t, knowing his daughter.

“Oh Milo, that’s amazing! I’m going to take that on tour as well.” Noah’s eyes were full of love for his kids, looking at the t-shirt you helped Milo make, with the picture Bryan took of you just a few months ago.

“Last but not least.” Noah picked up box from you and opened it. He really saved the best for last, his eyes looking at you with slight hint of happy tears in them.

You got Noah custom made bracelet in silver, with three little silver plates and each of them has written name in its own handwriting. On the left is Milo’s, yours in the middle and Thea’s on the right.

“Thank you.” Was all Noah could get out before his voice would crack from holding the tears in. He gave kiss to all three of you and of course put everything on to show you how he fits everything you got him.

After the little party you all cuddled up on your couch and started the movie Noah chose, you and Noah on each side with Milo and Thea in between.

You felt Noah’s hand intertwining with yours with gentle squeeze, so you turned your head to look at him.

“Thank you,” he mouthed silently, “for everything.”

And he meant it, and you knew. He’s thankful for you, the kids, the house you two got yourselves, for time spent together just like today. He hates leaving you when he’s going on tour, but it also made him appreciate his little family more.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens imagine #noah sebastian band #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian blurb #dad Noah #dad Noah Sebastian #midnights of october

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aggro-my-beloved · 5 months ago

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Oh, My Darlin' Sam Collins x Reader Imagine

note: this was meant to be posted a lot sooner, but i struggled to be satisfied with the finished product. I've re-written this 3 different times and still am unsure about it so please let me know if you liked it by reblogging or interacting with me!

pairing: samuel collins x gn!reader

summary: post-quinn, tank has been trying to rebuild their social life and relationships with pack members. little do they know, their is one relationship david has been withholding them from kindling. when they make a surprise visit to solstice bar, however, the alpha's hands become tied...and the attractive bartender with the nice accent catches this wolf's attention — part of the pick your poison series!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, midwest emo band things, and protective alpha davey (he and tank are twins!)

wc: 1.8k

estimated reading time: 8.75 mins

“Sorry, I can’t let you in. We’re full.” David’s palm was inches away from Tank’s face. They suffered a momentary flashback of when they were kids and he would do the very same thing at their attempts to go on a rollercoaster they did not exceed the height requirement for, or trying to sneak into the theater for an R-rated film after buying tickets to a Disney feature.

“Seriously?” They quirked a brow, going as far as to crane their neck and view the barren parking lot. If not for her vehicle tagging alongside David’s, Milo’s, and one she hadn’t recognized upon her arrival, a tumbleweed blowing past would be fitting for the sight. “It’s 8 o'clock on a Tuesday.”

“Still busy. Asher’s here trying to kiss up to the staff to let him and Christian’s band play. Private meeting.” He scowls. While Tank enjoyed the live demos played before them, they understood it was not David’s favorite type of music. He doesn’t even label it as that.

“I’m sorry, but wasn’t it you who said I should stop secluding myself from others?” Their slow-building anger urges some prominent veins to adorn their neck. David’s eyes try not to linger on the piercing bite marks credited to Quinn, the sight of them still makes his insides wrinkle with guilt.

“I’m here to support the pack’s business. Here, maybe…” they pause for a moment to rifle through the knapsack hanging from their shoulder, “this will change your mind.” David rolls his eyes at their license photo staring back at him. Tank was arguably the worst pick for posing in pictures. If their eyes weren’t closed in the shot, the morsel of food jammed between their teeth was the focal point.

David merely glances at it and deadpans. “It’s fraudulent.”

Tank replies, “It’s not.”

“You’re underage.” He tries.

“We’re twins!” They scoff. “The fact that you’re older by a minute says nothing about my naivety, Davey.” The tips of the bouncer's ears scorching something rosy makes Tank hum in delight.

“I’ll…I’ll eat it.”

“David, why are you so set on keeping me from your hard work?” Their brows are furrowed, and much like the siblings' stubborn attitudes, remain unmoving.

The truth is, David would love nothing more than to share his second home with Tank. He and Milo built this place from the ground up and cranked it into a full-fledged business with some help from old connections of Gabe. The only thing stopping him from letting Tank in was…

“Sammy I promise you—“

“Call me that again and the deal is off.” The vampire’s rasp shoots out like venom, coating the room in a tense air.

“Alrighty, Mr. Collins,” Sam is nonetheless impressed with the alternate name—he releases an exhausted sigh to show it. Nevertheless, he allows Asher to plead his case. The younger of the two momentarily struggles to pull out the compact disc, and finally hands it to the bartender when he does. “Just give it a couple of spins through this week and see what your customers think. It’ll grow on you, I promise.”

“What in the hell is this drawing?” Sam brings the CD to his eyes to squint at the black squiggles across it.

“What drawing? That’s our band’s name!” Asher clarifies with a small laugh. For being known to have sharp senses, this drummer could have him fooled.

“And that would be…?”

“Howl’s Highway.” Asher flashes him a boasting smile. Sam only lets out an unimpressed grunt.

“Subtle name. Definitely won’t come back to bite you in the ass.”

“Sheesh, no wonder you and David get along so well.” Asher still has his roommate’s ten-minute-long speech echoing in his mind about how such an epic name was one step closer to a covert breach.

“What’s your intermission consist of? Shifting mid-set and running out all our returning customers?”

“Pfft, no..” Asher rolls his eyes, before shifting them down to the notes app on his phone and pressing the backspace button several times.

“Hey boys, hate to interrupt your top-secret meeting.” An unfamiliar face draws Sam away from the disc, and he’s enamored by their aura immediately. He can sense they’re a shifter, most likely a wolf by the way David looms behind them with crossed arms.

“Hey, look who finally emerged from their cave!" Asher chuckles and untucks a free barstool beside him. "Pop a seat, let me introduce you to Sammy--ahem, forgive me--Mr. Collins. This is one of our pack members, Tank."

“There’s no need for that. They’re just here for a plate of fries to go. Milo!” David alerts the chef. He hears a distant clatter, followed by a string of swears, and can only assume his colleague is checking his hair in the stainless steel frying pan yet again.

“On it!”

“I’d also like a drink for my trip over.” Tank raises a finger and seats themselves beside Asher on the open barstool.“Have you closed the deal yet?”

“I don’t know. Sam, have I?” Two pairs of eyes turn in the vampire's direction, but he only finds himself lost in one. A glance is enough to entice him, and though he’d never admit it, he’d be trying to recreate the exact shade of Tank’s irises in his dreams tomorrow morning.

“Yeah, why the hell not?” He mutters, never breaking eye contact with the new acquaintance sitting at his bar. “What can I get for you to drink, darling?” They feel an unfamiliar scorch of their cheeks at the pet name but do nothing to object to it. This newfound sweltering in the pit of their stomach is something they’ve only felt once or twice, and they’d be damned to extinguish it.

David, however, has different plans.

“It’s all good, Sam. I can make it. Go ahead and take your break.” David slinks behind the bar.

“But I just got here half an hour ago…” his southern drawl becomes even more present with the mild fear lacing his words. He becomes suddenly aware of how tense David’s stature is, and the clenched fists at his side.

“Go take a break or I'll cut you early. Understood?” David snarls, and Sam takes a step back towards the swing door of the kitchen. A few seconds go by before he concedes.

“Yes, sir.” He retreats behind the kitchen door, both confused and frightened by David’s sudden change in attitude. As he’s wandering the kitchen to find any leftover appetizers from the lunch rush earlier in the day, his ears perk up at the hushed voices from outside.

“What crawled up your ass?” He hears the Tank ask.

“Yeah, what did Sam do?” Asher jumps in.

“Nothing.” David insists. “What do you want?” Sam can practically hear the sneer in David’s voice, complemented by clinking glasses.

“Ooh, ooh, Bud Lite please!”

“I wasn’t asking you, Ash,” a few seconds later, the noise of air decompressing and a bottle cap being flicked is heard.

“I want the nice bartender back. He seems less… aggravated.” Hot as fuck, is also another attribute Tank associates with him, but decides not to indulge.

“Well the nice bartender just went on break, so it looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“That’s okay, I can wait.” Sam snickers at their persistence. Milo turns his head to see what’s so funny. Sam waves him off and clears his throat. Perhaps the fryer is so loud, or the bar is so slow, Milo couldn’t care less to acknowledge the commotion outside of the kitchen.

The wolf decides to break the silence when he brings the fryer baskets up from their grease bath and allows the fries to cool down. “Whatcha thinking for dinner? We’re fully stocked on everything from the truck this morning.”

If he answered honestly and told Milo he’d lost his appetite, that he just wants answers as to why David has a sudden vendetta against him communicating with this pack member, that would only result in more questions. Instead, he eyes the shifter piling a styrofoam box with freshly cooked and seasoned fries and halts him short of his walk out the door.

“Why don’t I send this out, if you make me a batch of those small hamburgers…the ones with the toothpicks in them?” Milo snorts, and genders:

“You mean sliders, Sam?”

“Yes, those. I’ll be right back.” He spares him a thankful smile, and cracks open the kitchen door to concentrate back on the trio’s conversation. Sam isn’t sure whether he should feel disappointed that the focal point of their chat was back on Asher’s band.

“Play track four—that’s my favorite!” The drummer suggests to David, who grumbles as he fiddles with the CD player stowed in one of the bar cabinets.

“What’s the name of the song?” Asks Tank.

“The Voices in the Basement Are Getting Loud Again and the Basement is My Brain.”

“…oh.”

“A side of fries to go,” Sam reintroduces himself by swiftly taking a seat beside the empowered person at the bar and offering them their still steaming box of food.

“Oh,” their tone morphs to something of interest as they readjust their body to face Sam with a pleased smile. “Didn’t you hear?” Without breaking eye contact, they undo the tabs of the styrofoam box and flip the top open with ease. “I’m staying to eat now.”

“Ain’t that somethin’,” says Sam, who harbors a pleased grin. David clears his throat, now towering over the two with folded arms and an unimpressed glaze over his eyes.

“It’s something alright.”

“David, come help me with the trash!” Milo’s voice beckons the Alpha to stand down from the bar and retreat to the kitchen, much to his dismay.

“Saved by the bell.” Sam jokes, before offering Tank a tilt of his head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you seem like you can handle yourself in the face of trouble. Is he always this protective of his pack?” Tank’s fingers drum against the countertop as they ponder how to word their answer.

“He’s just been wary about me hanging around vamps lately because of…some trouble I got into. Let’s put it this way, the other guy had it coming.” Tank tilts their chin up, unintentionally revealing a few of the remaining marks left by Quinn. Sam doesn’t need to study them hard to figure out the vamp was feeding out of spite, not biting for their equal pleasure.

“I’m sure he did, messin’ with a member of one of Dahlia’s most reputable packs. Care to share this fella’s name so I can add him to my shit list?” He inquires.

“How about we share a drink first?” Tank smiles, before sliding the plate of fries closer to his direction. Eagerly, Sam plucks one from the platter and bites down on it, his fangs sparkling beneath the dim lights of the bar.

“I know just the one.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted shaw pack #redacted fluff #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted fanfic #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted characters #redacted au #redacted angst #redacted vampires

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anexistingexistence · 1 year ago

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Describing Redacted characters in one sentence or less (brackets don't count) but it gets progressively less comprehensive:

David: Big werewolf alpha dude (not the cringe kind)

Milo: Smol werewolf dude (the big kind)

Damien: Hot tsundere (literally)

Morgan: Non-existent

Guy: A heart-shaped pizza with all your favorite toppings that you can top yourself if you want-

Nick: Cat boi (definitely the cringe kind)

Ollie: Comfort food

Blake: Cold soup

Gavin: The reason I cry myself to sleep once a week

James: Needs to go tf home.

Asher: The canonical energizer bunny

Lasko: Me

Huxley: Me on anxiety meds

Caelum: Cotton candy given human form.

Anton: A testament to Erik's voice acting and general acting skills.

Marcus: Very killable.

Kody: Looks like great cake but actually went bad five months ago.

Elliott: Had an edible for breakfast and hasn't eaten since.

Hudson: Trying to eat serotonin with chopsticks.

Brachium: An edible pretending to be a gummy worm.

Vincent: Talks like what perfume tastes like.

Ivan: Saltwater in your eyes but it might just be your tears and you honestly don't even care at this point.

Aaron: Sand in your mouth and between your teeth but you're enjoying it.

Sam: If blankets could talk, they'd sound and speak like him.

Eric: That feeling you get when looking at an empty closet.

Camelopardalis: Anxiety meds in the form of a flesh prison.

Avior: If you unhinged your jaw, you could eat him.

Vega: You can drink him with a straw (and only with a straw).

Hush: You can eat him.

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us3rnam3-r3dact3d · 11 days ago

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the world (it burns through me)

Chapter 7

Ao3 | 2.7k Words | Darlin's POV

Milo is a drill Sergeant. Darlin' gets some emails. Angel washes dishes. Quinn is the type of asshole that flirts with teenagers.

TW: Stalking, threatening behavior, vomit.

“You’ve gotta put on some weight.” Milo tutted, his hands resting on his trim waist. Even two years later, Milo was a picture of petty tension. He hadn’t grown, despite the fact that he claimed people could grow into their mid twenties. He had built up a good deal of muscle in his back and chest, which served to make him look just a little bigger. He still had an air about him that made him seem two feet taller, even when you stared purposefully past the top of his head to piss him off.

Milo had started working you out as soon as Sam had given you the all clear, after you gave up on trying to avoid him. He was faster than you when he wanted to be, and staying away from him was so much less fun than just giving in to the familiarity of your quiet, playful arguments.

The workouts started slow; annoying, silent yoga, something his partner had gotten him into that left you infuriatingly loose and relaxed afterwards. Once you could do that without panting and twitching with pain, he moved up. Light cardio and weights. You’d managed alright with that. Your stamina was shot but you were strong. Now, Milo had moved on to C.P.A.T. specifics.

You’d passed the Candidate Physical Ability Test with flying colors the last time you’d taken it, but that felt like a lifetime ago. You were younger, stronger, fitter. What came to you naturally at eighteen made you wheeze at twenty-seven. Milo cast his gaze across the practice course before cutting those clever eyes back to you and your sorry state.

“There aren’t any weight class requirements for the physical.” You snapped.

“No,” Milo replied, “but you’re not gonna get through the endurance test like this. You’re gonna fall out.”

“I guarantee you I won’t.”

“Put your money where your mouth is, doll.”

“Call me that again and I’ll knock your teeth out.”

“Twenty?”

“Fifty.”

You won, just barely. Milo had a point, though. Running that course in full turnouts, hauling that ladder, scaling it, finding the hidden dummies in the fake building’s facade and hauling them back down, dragging the dummies and the ladder back the safe distance requirements; it was nearly too much for you. By the time you’d finished the run, you were gasping for breath, gripping at your protesting ribs, and dumping the dummies at your feet without a care for their ‘wellbeing.’ That part wasn’t new. It was a habit from your days as a probie you couldn’t shake. This time, though, it was done with some extra disdain.

Milo clapped a fifty in your hand and let you catch your breath before he tugged off your turnouts, up your tank top, and pressed his thin, clever fingers into your flesh to check your ribs.

“You’re gonna make me blush.” You gasped. Milo sneered.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed if you don’t give your body what you need. You have to eat to heal.” He shook his head, dark curls bouncing this way and that. You patted him on the head the way you knew he hated.

“You’re preaching to the choir. David’s already working on me.”

“He’s got the patience of a Saint.”

“No, he’s just force feeding me.”

“Good.”

You were eating three square meals a day, all packed with protein and healthy fats and carbs. Whenever David wasn’t putting out fires, both literal and figurative, he was cooking. He put more plates in front of you than you could manage in a day. It was the biggest bulk you’d experienced in your life, and even it was falling short of what your body needed. To be completely fair to David’s efforts, your body had always run on fumes. There had never been enough to go around. You had gotten used to making that work.

David surrounded you with abundance. The tension of your sort-of-fight had eased. He had started asking you questions. They were uncomfortable, and you were finding it harder and harder to dodge them.

You were going to spill your guts soon. You could feel it crawling up and out of you. You were going to lay down your load at David’s feet, unburden yourself through clenched teeth and let him take the weight. You’d done it with Gabe. David looked so much like him.

You hit the showers, scrubbing the sweat from your skin. The cold tile made your toes curl. The lines of your tattoos were raised with cold and irritation from the cheap body wash that was stocked in all of the shower stalls. You ran ghost-soft touch over all of them before moving on to your scars. The one over your side, the newest one, was still pink and new. If you pressed hard enough on the two inches of clean, stitched skin, it still hurt.

David caught you in the locker room as you slipped a D.F.D sweatshirt over your head. You’d slowly moved your meager belongings from your shitty studio to the last locker in the row at the 10-19. David had offered you plenty of his own clothes, but you didn’t like to wear them. Not the way that his spouse did, anyway. The little Shaw slid one of his giant tee-shirts over their head and wore it like a badge of honor, like a mark of ownership. You didn’t own David. You certainly didn’t plan on letting him own you. As it stood, the majority of your wardrobe was either covered in blood or stolen pieces from the D.F.D.’s lost and found.

“Hey,” you mumbled, pushing your still-wet hair away from your face, “are you done, do we need to go?”

“No,” David shook his head. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. “I’ve got a few more hours. Look, I reactivated your D.F.D. email account. There’s a form in there for the next C.P.A.T.. Fill it out sometime today.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “When is it?”

“Three weeks.” David said. “I can get you back on the job within forty-eight hours if you pass it.”

“If?” You grinned. “I recall holding a record with my last one.”

“Yeah well,” David shrugged, “you were a spring chicken then. We’ve gotten old.”

“Speak for yourself, Shaw.” You flashed teeth. “I could still kick your ass.”

“Email. Form. Today.” David barked. You could tell, somewhere in your gut, that he was joking just as much as you were.

“Yes, Captain, sorry, Captain.” You clicked your heels together in a salute as he rolled his eyes and retreated down the hallway towards his office. A smile slid over your face as he left you alone in the cold, quiet locker room.

You D.F.D. email had two-thousand-and-seventy-three unread messages waiting for you once you’d managed to remember the password. You flopped down on a couch in the bunk room and sighed as you clicked into the newest one, skimming the form to sign up for the C.P.A.T.. Something about filling out that form, going to that test, made your chest hurt. It made all of it, being back here at the 10-19 feel… real. That was a dangerous thing for you. You couldn’t explain why.

November was drawing towards a close. The cold had long settled over Dahlia and into your blown, shitty joints. You could do the C.P.A.T., you could not do it. December would come on either way.

You clicked out of the form, out of the email, and back to your inbox. Maybe you’d feel more inclined to carry on with your future when all of the spam messages were gone.

Spam. Advertisement. Debt collector. Spam. Medical bill. Spam.

You almost swiped it right into your archives when your eyes caught on the subject line of a message from an email address consisting entirely of scrambled numbers and letters. That was usually enough for you to chuck the whole thing as bullshit. The subject, though, made your heart squeeze. You sat up on the couch, your feet hitting the ground. You needed your boots flat on the floor. You needed your legs under you when you read this. You might need to run.

Back home so soon, Precious?

Bile rose up in your throat, acidic and cutting. You swallowed hard and clicked on the address’s icon. Copy, paste, the address went into your search bar and twenty-odd unopened messages popped up.

California state employees’ email addresses all followed the same formula. Last name, first initial. It would be so easy for Quinn to find it.

You scrolled down to the earliest message and opened it up. The subject line made your hands shake; I’m never far behind, you know.

It was a picture of you from sometime in September. You were still black and blue from the fight you two had devolved into. You were standing in a gas station somewhere in Washington, staring at two different, overpriced painkiller options. You’d killed that bottle in less than a week.

You’d known, in your gut, that Quinn would follow you when you ran. You hadn’t noticed him. You thought for sure, if he was that close, you’d have noticed.

It was more of that. A picture of you in a diner, flirting with the waitress who gave you free pie. A shot of the back of your head in a Greyhound bus heading for California. You through the stained, narrow windows of your shitty apartment.

Sam and his EMT’s leaving the night you’d been stabbed.

Sam’s truck in the firehouse parking lot.

Sam at lunch in a plush restaurant with a handsome man in his mid-forties.

Sam sitting on the porch of his cabin, coffee cup in his hand. He looked so peaceful, his eyes closed and head tilted back against his rocking chair.

Vincent in his fancy car, kissing who you assumed to be his partner in a school parking lot. He’d mentioned that they worked in an elementary school.

Sam’s Probie walking towards a nightclub, their arm linked with a drop-dead-gorgeous man, surrounded by friends.

David outside of a fire, smudged with soot, directing the scene like a conductor.

Little Shaw standing at the sink, scrubbing the remnants of dinner from a plate, taken through the slots in the pantry door.

He had been inside David’s house. He had stood three feet away from them and taken that picture. He was close enough to hear the little songs they hummed to themself whenever it got too quiet.

You locked your phone, stuffed it into your pocket, and moved. You barely made it to the bathroom before you lost your lunch.

He could get inside the house. He had gotten inside the house. There was no telling how long he’d stayed there. He could be there right now, waiting in the shadows for somebody to pass by and make an example out of. You had to tell David. You had to make them leave, had to put them both somewhere safe and torch the fucking place. It was tainted. He’d been in there, and it would never be safe again.

Hands shaking, you replied to that last picture, staring at their tiny frame and estimating how long it would take Quinn to subdue them. Seconds. He could kill them in seconds.

What do you want?

The response was almost instant.

You.

He attached an address. You didn’t need to punch it in anywhere to know it. Max’s was familiar ground. The house ordered from there more than anywhere else, and Gabe’s accident had been just down the road.

It got dark early this time of year, and by the time you emerged from the bathroom, the sun had set and night shift had invaded the building. You could smell dinner on the stove and hear the chatter of the house through the walls. If you hung a left, you’d be surrounded by them. You could find David, ask him to talk. He would know what to do about Quinn. He would handle it.

Quinn was dangerous. David could handle himself, but Quinn fought dirty. David couldn’t win against him, not playing by the rules.

No, you had to handle this yourself. David was already in danger, his spouse too. Quinn liked to aim for the weakest link. He liked to strike where it was easy to do real damage without taking any injuries himself. That’s where he’d hit you. The only way you’d learned to make him back off was to hit him head on, to not even give him the chance to find your weak point.

He knew you just about as well as you knew him, of course. You’d have to hope he wouldn’t call your bluff. You’d have to hope he wouldn’t smell the terror rolling off of you in waves.

You retreated away from the noise, from the sounds of your house, and towards the ambulance bay. You could sneak out the backdoor, have it out with Quinn, and be back before David was any the wiser. You gripped your hand into a fist as you shrugged on your jacket and shouldered open the back door.

“Darlin’,” Sam’s voice called from inside. You stilled, boots just barely on the icy sidewalk outside. You turned, your hands still fists at your sides. Sam’s uniform collar was unbuttoned. He must have been getting off shift. “Where ‘ya running off to?”

“Mother hen.” You muttered bitterly. Sam smiled anyway, seeming almost… bashful. “Just going on. Meeting somebody. Shouldn’t be long.”

“Well, I’m off.” Sam reached inside to grab his jacket off the rack. “Let me drive you. It’s cold as all hell.”

“I’m fine.” You shook your head and stepped back. “Really.” You did not want to introduce Sam to Quinn. You didn’t want Quinn to make any assumptions. You didn’t want Sam to hear the things he was going to say to you, about you. Whatever you were, whatever parts of you Quinn had broken, whatever parts of you had always been broken, Sam didn’t know about them. You didn’t want him to see you and all of your broken parts in the naked light.

“Is it… um… are you going to see him?” Sam squinted at you, his jacket still in his hands. You swallowed. Your poker face crumbled. You’d never been a good liar.

“Sam,” you started, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I’ll take you.” He said decisively. You blinked, surprised. You were expecting him to try and talk you out of it.

“You… you’ll take me?”

“I’m sure as shit not letting you go alone.” Sam grinned like it was such a ridiculous notion that it was funny. “Come on, we can talk on the ride.”

You were quiet for most of it, your throat constricting over all of the warnings and defenses you desperately wanted to spew. Instead, you answered each of Sam’s questions steadily, one word at a time.

“How’d he reach you?”

“Email.”

“And he followed you here?”

“Yeah.”

“So he knows where to find ‘ya if you don’t go to him.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s liable to start a fight?”

“If not him, then me.”

“And he fights dirty?”

“He brings guns to knife fights, let’s put it that way.”

“I understand.”

“Do you?” You turned to him from the passenger seat, your face pinched and twisted in concern. Your teeth worried over the scar on your top lip. Sam’s eyes caught yours, brown gone red with the street light.

“I do.” His shaking fingers tapped against the steering wheel in an awkward, unsteady rhythm. “Better than I can put into words.”

The parking lot outside of Max’s was full this time of night, so Sam parked across the street. You spotted him through the wide, bright windows. Quinn had taken up a booth at the back of the small restaurant. His feet were kicked up on the table, shitty, worn boots smearing dirt across the clean surface. He was flirting with the teenage server who was refilling his coke. She blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The guy behind the counter was eyeing the two of them nervously. Anybody who had ever known an asshole before could see right through Quinn if they tried hard enough. That was why he had to flirt with teenagers.

Quinn turned suddenly, stiff and aware. His bright, blue eyes caught yours through the window. His face split out into a terrible, toothy grin as he beckoned you inside.

#redacted asmr #my redacted content #redacted sam #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted darlin #redacted angel #redacted vincent #firefighter story #redacted quinn #redacted guy

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terrence-silver · 8 months ago

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Does Terry Silver get nervous butterflies when in love? I like to think about his sensitive side, if such a thing exists.

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Oh, it exists alright.

He's pacing up and down, trying on several different outfits, putting his stylists through hell because the impression he wants to leave matters more than anything else right now --- he's overthinking, he's overplanning, his mansion is practically under siege, the long-suffering Margaret is reminding Mr. Silver that he should please, most respectfully, calm down before he blows a fuse because here he is, practically vibrating with excitement and buying expensive gifts in advance...and then buying several additional ones while soaking in his jacuzzi because the first one seems somehow insufficient to what he desires (and he's imagined you'll desire). He's making call after call that is meant to ensure he's delivered every bit of information, intel, every purchase, every commission, that every order is put into motion, that every piece of the puzzle that'll ensure him, say, a perfect outcome to something he's envisioned or planned with his beloved is completed to his specific instructions; he's all movement, all enthusiasm, all euphoria, he's weaving schemes in advance like he just made the business deal of a lifetime. He's been at it since one in the morning. Now, it's two in the afternoon...the next day. Man hasn't slept in over twelve hours and nobody knows exactly where he seeps the energy or endurance from; but whatever the source, there seems to be an infinite abundance of it. He's all giddy, all smiles, all laughter and that's Terry Silver in love for you. The human incarnation of a happy pill.

Impossible to contain or calm down.

His butterflies are absolutely on steroids and hitting new highs, loudly flapping away hard enough to cause a windstorm in his gut that'll put a pep in his step like he's a child about to meet his most cherished playdate after being separated for merely a day for all we know, running on excess energy, forcing everyone around him to just try and keep up with his overall stamina and increasing demands --- and good luck with that one. Milos Dadok could be there, diligently almost running behind a long-legged Mr. Silver, carrying bouquets containing a hundred and one red roses because it's go big or go home at every hour of the day in this dojo, grimly and very seriously attempting to pace himself to his Boss' wide, eager strides as he hauls the flowers forward followed by a team of staff members marching where Terry wants and needs them to be. They're on a tight schedule here! They've an agenda! Man could be any age at any time and he'll behave like a school boy about to go a first dance.

So, not only can he be sensitive, he's...I mean, look at this beautiful face?

☝️I envision Terry Silver in love is like that 24 / 7.

It's everything or nothing with him.

Guy beams infectious, boyish, unspoiled happiness like a nuclear reactor and when he truly cares and it's written all over him, I feel. All over his body language. His face. His expression. His energy. His behavior. His deeds. All of it. There's no doubt in mind this guy's enamored because when he is, emotions are open and raw. Beloved walks into the room and he immediately has this triumphant, shit-eating full mega-watt smile with two rows of teeth entirely on display at the mere sight of them as he runs towards them and his whole face along with his eyes just laugh with him. He lights up. I wouldn't say it is nervousness in the classical sense because I don't feel he ascribes to feeling, cultivating or nurturing any emotion he might view as limiting to his ambitions (in this case, his ambitions being beloved's affection), but nonetheless, it is the type of love one cannot hide and definitely the manner of reaction everyone dreams and yearns to be greeted with. He's just overjoyed. If anything, Terry Silver's very courageous and even adorably overbearing with his butterflies.

He can be the sweetest person ever or a literal nightmare.

Best pray he doesn't see you as an enemy.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #being in love #love #butterflies #fluff #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

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frenchiefitzhere · 2 years ago

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HI I'M FERAL OVER THIS AND SO IS LASKO BUT YOU HAVE TO READ IT TO FIND OUT EXACTLY HOW BUT OMG I'M DYING /POS

A gift-fic for @frenchiefitzhere! She prompted me with the desire to see Imperium!Lasko and Imperium!Milo meet. This is that story. I hope you enjoy, friend!

Rating: M (for shady Imperium business and violence); WC: ~2.6K; Prompts: “Don’t pass out on me. There’s still a lot for you to absorb;” Imperium!Lasko; and Imperium!Milo

Read on AO3! (18+ only, please!)

#ROMI FREN #OMG #SALIVATING #I WANT TO EAT THE FIC #sent an audio live-react in DMs cuz I just couldn't type fast enough #cheeeeeeeeeez and crackers that was good #holy shitballz #redacted milo #redacted lasko #redacted imperium #blessed by romi #romi terrorizes frenchie #but as a gift #because that's how we do #terrorize in like a friendly way #out of love and kindness #for funzies #with creative pursuits and shit #*holding this fic roughly between my teeth and shaking it back and forth like a chewtoy*

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watsittoyah · 1 year ago

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, a lot of female receiving oral. Obsessive behavior…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 6- The Calm Before The Storm…

You feel someone gently shake you and you groan. “Five more minutes.” You pull the covers over your head and you hear a chuckle.

“Amor, you have to wake up, I let you sleep as long as possible but you still have to go to work.” Miguel says as he peels the covers back. “Mmm, no. Let them fire me I want to sleep. My bed feels too good right now.” You mutter as you scoot down the bed.

“I really wish I didn’t have to do this.” Miguel suddenly yanks the blanket off and with his webbing he makes it stick to the ceiling.

“No fair!” You whine as you feel the cold air hit your body. “Come on, chica sueño. I made you breakfast, and I know you don’t want to eat cold french toast.” He pats your thigh and you sit up pouting at him.

“I should call out.” You say as you slide out of bed and into your slippers. “You can, and then you can start your vacation early.” Miguel suggests. “You’re not h…helping.” You yawn as you shuffle out of your room.

“Good morning, T. Good Morning Miguel.” Erica says as she sits on the couch with Milo. “Morning.” You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get into the shower.

Miguel follows you and turns the shower on after he closes the door behind him. “Wait, weren’t you suppose to be at work an hour ago?” You ask as you strip off your over sized shirt and panties. “I had pulled some strings, so I’ll be going in later.” He says as he strips off his pajama bottoms and t shirt. You brush your teeth glancing at him in the mirror, and see his eyes watching your body as well.

You two then step into the shower and you let the water run on you for a moment to wake you up. “Let me.” Miguel washes your back and you give a happy sigh. “What about your other job? You can’t really pull strings with that.” You ask as he stands close behind you, massaging your hips.

“Well I don’t necessarily have to punch in for that job, that one pretty much starts as soon as I wake up.” He rubs your hips and starts to move to your front but you stop him.

“Miguel keep that up and I’ll be late getting to work.” You turn around and he was smiling. “I can always get you to work my way if you’re worried about being late.”

“No, don’t even think about it. Now let me wash your back.” He turns for you and you look down admiring his well toned ass. You give it a swat and he jerks. “Tommie.” He says in a warning tone. “What? It was there and I just wanted to tap it a little. I’m sorry, really let me wash your back.” You scrub his back and work your hands on his sides.

“Amor, what are you doing?” Miguel asks as you you peek up at him. “Nothing…” You move your hands to his front and he bites his bottom lip. “That’s not…nothing.” You stroke him as he closes his eyes. “I thought…you didn’t want to be late to work?” Miguel moans out. “Who says I’m going to finish?” You stop abruptly and clean your self up.

Miguel stands right behind you and he tugs your braids back so that you’re looking up at him. “You know I could have you right here, right now and make you late to work.”

“Mmm, I know. But you won’t. All because you love me and you wouldn’t do that to me.” He narrows his eyes at you and kisses your forehead. “I’ll remember this, mark my words. Te devolveré por eso.”

“I’m sure you will. Now come on, we need to get out and breakfast is getting cold.” You turn the water off and you grab a towel. As you bend over to grab your things, you see from the corner of your eye, that Miguel was watching you.

“Don’t even think about it, Mr O’Hara.” You get up and he was about to grab you but you move out of his way and you leave the bathroom. “Try getting ready without a towel.” You yell as you run to your bed room.

•••

It was a busy day at the office. Mr Stark had an important lunch meeting and that stressed you out. Because if one little thing went wrong, then it would be your fault.

If Mr Stark got a stain on his tie, it was your fault. If he order red wine by accident, knowing he likes white, then it was your fault. If he order his steak and it wasn’t medium rare? You got it, it was your fucking fault.

You had reserved the entire upper floor at Cherè, Mrs Stark’s favorite restaurant. He always took his clients there.

“Miss Valentine, please let me know when my client has arrived.” Mr Stark says as he checks his reflection in a cutting knife. “Absolutely sir.” You check your notes and you see his client is Mr. Anthony D’Angelo.

Hmm why does that last name sound familiar?

“Oh sir, before I go, I wanted to remind you that Mrs Stark will be coming by the office around four.” The coldness in his blue eyes seem to melt when you mention his wife.

“Good, uh, please go check with Bruce to see if Mr. D’Angelo is here.” You nod and turn on your heel. When you make it to the lower level, you walk over to Bruce, Mr Stark’s bodyguard.

“Hey Bruce.” You greet him. He turns and gives you a nod. “Hello Miss Valentine. Is the big man nervous?”

“You know he is, but after today I won’t have to worry about that level of stress. I will be sipping on a cocktail and getting fat from all the food I can stuff in my face.” That causes a laugh from Bruce which was rare but made you feel good.

“You enjoy your vacation. If anyone deserves one it’s you.”

“You too. I keep telling you to make sure you get some well R&R.” He nods. “I know, and I’ll be taking my wife to our cabin next month. You know she’s expecting soon.”

“She is! Congratulations to the both of you. So you know the sex yet?” He shakes his head. “My wife says I’m corny for not wanting to know but in all honesty, I just want the baby to be healthy. And I want to be the best dad I can be to my kid, you know.” You pat his shoulder. “You will be. Hey when you guys throw a baby shower let me know, I’ll be sure to send you some baby stuff.”

“Sure thing.” A sleek silver car pull up to the building and Bruce walks over to it. He opens the door and helps a woman get out. “Please let Mr Stark know that Mr. D’Angelo’s daughter is here for him instead.” Bruce says over his headset. You go to leave but you pause because now you know why that last name was familiar.

That’s Dana’s last name.

You leave in haste to let Mr Stark know about the change of plans and who he is having lunch with.

When she comes to the upper level Mr Stark stands and he looked flustered. “H..hello Miss D’Angelo.” He goes to shake her hand but Dana ignores it and kisses his cheek.

Mrs Stark isn’t going to like that.

He blushes and when he noticed you in the room he clears his throat. You gives a fake smile and you go to leave. However Dana stops you.

“You’re Miguel’s friend correct?”

“I’m his girlfriend and my name is Tommie.” You correct her. She looks you up and down which makes you annoyed. “I see he has a type. When this is over, how about we do lunch sometimes? No titles just friends.” She gives you a hand shake and you take it just to look good in front of your boss. “Maybe.” You tell her. “I’ll be sure to let your boss know when.” Before you can answer her she leaves and you hold in your sigh.

Why the fuck would you want to have a meal with Miguel’s ex? You think as you leave the room.

••••

After the lunch meeting, you were back at the office and you were typing a few emails for Mr Stark. You stop and hold the bridge of your nose. The lunch went well, so well that Mr Stark had mentioned how Dana had wanted to treat you to dinner when you get back from vacation.

And the shitty part of is if you try to turn it down, he will see it as you giving him a bad reputation.

“Maybe I can fake an illness or tell him I died.” You say as you sigh. You reach into your desk and you pull out a fruit snack and some trail mix.

You go to eat it but jump when you hear a knock on your window. You turn and see Spider-man. You quickly get up and open the window to let him in.

He crawls in and he stands in front of you. “What’s wrong amor?” He asks as he recedes his mask. “You know your ex pulled some strings and now I have to have a dinner with her when I get back from vacation?” He gives you a frown. “How did Dana do that?”

“She happens to be the daughter of Mr D’Angelo, a client that Mr Stark just made a partnership with. Do I need to worry about her? Other than worry about her perfect face.” You mutter.

“Princesa, you don’t need to worry about anything. Dana is just bitter because we went out on one date and I broke it off.”

“The way she makes it seem, is that you two were together for a while. And she makes it feel as if I’m just an obstacle.”

“Dana has…issues. Some she needs to get help for. It was only one date and that was it. And you are no obstacle. You are the love of my life, and hopefully you have at least twenty minutes to spare.”

“For you? Always.” You smile as you wrap your arms around his waist. He hugs you back and he looks over at your desk. “I see you’re eating well.” You groan because Miguel would prefer for you to eat a real meal.

“I’ll eat the food you made me.” You tell him. “Good, you’re still a growing lady.” He teases. “Listen, I am 5’5 when I’m wearing heels.”

“Sí, that is correct, but when they’re not on your feet you are only five feet.” You roll your eyes at his teasing and you let go and go grab the food he made.

As you lay your food out, a chicken salad sandwich, small cup of fruit, some crackers and a tumblr of your favorite drink, you watch Miguel as he looks at your desk.

“You don’t have any pictures of us on your desk.” He says to you. “Not true, remember when we went to the movies and we took those pictures in that booth? I have them on my desk.” You tell him.

“But you don’t have bigger pictures of us, I want Tony’s soul to be crushed when he sees us together.” You snort out a laugh. “You know you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“No estoy celosa.” He says crossing his arms. “Yes you are jealous. And it is cute.” Miguel waves off your comments and he plucks a piece of fruit from you and eats it.

“So, do you know where you want to go for vacation?” He asks as you take a bite of your sandwich. “Mmm, I was thinking I’d stay home.” Miguel gives you a look. “Amor, why?”

“Because my stuff is there. You’re there. It’s home.”

“No, amor home is where you are. Now why do I have this feeling that you don’t want to leave for vacation because of me?”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not true.” It was in fact true. “Amor, look at me.” You look at the fruit cup as if it had all the secrets in the world. “Miss Valentine.” Miguel said in a soft voice. You look up and sigh.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen while you’re with me. I would feel guilty if someone got hurt or worse because I have Nueva York’s Spider-man with me.” Miguel leans off of your desk and he gets behind your chair. “You do not have to worry about that. You only need to be concerned with bringing a bathing suit, some comfortable clothes and some sunscreen. Now I hope you don’t mind but I planned something special for you. We will leave tomorrow.”

You don’t argue, if anything you’re thankful to this man. “What did I do to deserve you?” You ask as you look up at him. “You’re just lucky I guess.” He says as he leans down and looks at your desktop. “What are you working on?”

“Mm, I am just writing up some paperwork that needs to be emailed within the next hour.” Miguel slides his hands over your throat and has your head leaning up as he gives you kisses along your jawline. “Mmm, so that means you have some time for me?”

“I always have time for you. But not in my office.” You tell him as you feel his hands roam over your breasts. “What, I was just giving you a shoulder massage.”

“On my breasts?” You point out. “They feel tense.” The both of you chuckle and he kisses your neck. “Amor, you deserve some fun while you’re on the clock. Do you not?” His fingers pinches your nipples gently and you give a nod.

“Miguel if someone walks in that door..” You warn. “Then I’ll handle it, you have a few minutes to spare. Let me have them.” He slides his hands under your blouse and bra and he cups your heavy breasts.

He gets on his knees and you undo you blouse and bra for him. “These, are so beautiful. Una verdadera obra de arte.” He sucks your left breast and you watch as you try to keep quiet. “Mmm do you like when I lick….and suck these beautiful breasts?” He asks as he sucks and licks. “I do, you know I do, Miguel.” He squeezes them and lets his fangs out.

He twirls his tongue across your nipple and he gently traces the veins on your breasts with his fangs.

You take his hand and you sucks his fingers, softly moaning as he locks eyes with you. “Mmm, my fingers are lucky. I wish you could suck something else right now. But I’ll behave. I’ll be good.” He says as he smacks his lips over your other breast.

“Maybe I can do that for you another time.” You say as you sucks his fingers and then let them go under your skirt. Miguel’s eyes dilate to the point where they were milky red.

“You are soaked, mi amor. You shouldn’t let these juices go to waste.” He leans down and he hiked up your skirt up to your waist. He moves your panties to the side and he places your thighs over his shoulders.

“Oh shit.” You moan out as you throw your head back. Miguel grunts as he sucks your lips and you grip his hair. “Baby, just like that.” You whisper as you play with your breasts.

A knock comes to the door and you straighten. “Ju-Just a minute!” You fix yourself and make sure Miguel was under your desk.

You pretend to be typing and your door opens. You grit your teeth because of course Tony would be bothering you. “Hey Tom-Tom.” Tony says as you peek from your desk top. “Hello T-Tony.” You bite your lip because Miguel was going back to eating you out under your desk.

“You look flustered. Or is it because I’m here.” He says with a sly grin. “Oh Tony, wh…what can I help you with?” You can feel Miguel glaring at you as he grips your thighs harder. He gives a nice suck to your clit and you breathe heavy through your nose.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight. Or are you still with that boyfriend of yours?” He says as he picks up the photo strip of you two. “Y..yes I am with hi-mm. Sorry. I’m a bit busy typing em…mails. Can you come back later?” You were gripping Miguel’s hair as he parts your lips and he continues to suck your clit like his life depended on it.

Tony looks at you and you try your best not to let him know what’s going on. He turns away for a second and you quickly hump Miguel’s face and nose.

You cough out a moan and Tony turns back almost catching you. “I guess I can leave you alone Tom-Tom. But just know if you ever want to go out with a real man. I’m here.” You nod, knowing if you speak it’ll be a moan.

He goes to leave but he turns back around. “And another thing.” He needs to fucking leave now! You scream in your head. Miguel lifts the hood of your clit back and this time you just lean your head on your desk because that feels so fucking good.

“Tony! Get out! I have p…p…paperwork!” You snap at him. “Alright I’m gone.” He closes the door shut and you lean back, fucking your boyfriends face under your desk. He looks angry, but he doesn’t stop licking. You lean your head back and bite your bottom lip as you come hard. He sucks up every drop and he gets up from under the desk.

Miguel was angry. Your legs felt like jello and you go to speak but he uses his hand and webs the door close so no one can get in and so you can’t get out.

“You liked that didn’t you? Stand up.” He tells you in a tone you’ve never heard before. You go to stand but it wasn’t fast enough for him. Miguel yanks you up and bends you over your desk. “You liked having that pathetic man watch you get eaten out didn’t you.”

“No I-” He palms your ass and he grinds his erection on you. “Don’t lie. Your pussy clenched. You like being watched don’t you? Well that’s too bad, no other man gets to watch you but me. Do you understand?” He swats your ass and you let out a moan. “Yes, baby.” You answer.

“A real man. He doesn’t know what the fuck a real man is.” He kicks your legs apart and he positions himself until he’s deep inside of you. You grip your desk and look back at him but he pushes your head back down. “No, you don’t get to watch me. Watch the door. If my webbing gives out, you have to be the look out. I bet you’d like it if that son of a bitch walked in watching you get fucked huh? Would you like that? Another man watching? Well that’s too bad, because you’re mine. Tu eres mia.” He holds your hips in place as he pounds into you.

And you take it. You take every inch of him. You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and his lips were against your ear. “Careful, mi corazón. Someone might be outside of that door, listening. They might hear that you’re in your office, fucking Spider-Man. Fuck you just clenched. Oh you little pervert this turns you on.” He pounds and grinds into you and your eyes rolls back. You didn’t stand a chance to last long.

You moan against Miguel’s hand and your legs shake as you start to come. “Mmm, oh no. No hasta que tenga otro gusto.” He pulls out and he gets on his knees, sucking and tongue fucking you until you bite down on your lip and you come. He does one more lazy lick against your clit which makes you flinch.

You hear him get up and he pulls your skirt back down in place. He leans back over so that his lips are against your temple. “I’ll let you get back to those emails. And I think I’ll let Tony know he can’t have you.” He moves quickly and when you turn he was already gone out of the window.

You plop back down into your chair and you fan yourself. “I can’t wait for my vacation.” You say as you take a huge gulp of your juice.

••••

“You should tell me where we’re going.” You ask Miguel as he takes your luggage from you and puts it in his trunk. “Or, I can keep it as a surprise and you just relax.”

“Well then can you tell me what you did to Tony yesterday?” Miguel looks at you and he ignores that question. “Do you have everything?” You nod. “Oh, I don’t have a clue on where we’re going.” Miguel laughs at your comment and he closes the trunk. “Fine, princesa. I’ll give you a hint. The place we are going is going to be warm, the food is going to be flavorful and you will be so relaxed you might not want to come back home.”

“Then, what are we still doing here? Let’s go.” You kiss his cheek and you get into the passenger seat. Miguel shakes his head and he gets in the car.

As he drives you recline your seat back and look out the window. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay, Miguel?” You ask him. “Amor, the city will be here when we get back.”

“I know, I know. How about you humor me so I can relax. Tell me a story.” You look over at Miguel and you hold his hand. He kisses your knuckles and continues to drive. “Hmm, how about a tragic love story?”

“I’ll pass.” You say to him. “Oh come on, amor. It’ll be a good one I promise.”

“Alright, I guess.” Miguel takes a left turn and he was quiet for a moment. You look at him to make sure he was still going to tell the story and he seems to be just breathing.

“In a world much like this one, was a man. A very…cold hearted man. This man was…una bestia. A true monster, or at least that’s how he felt. He became a monster due to his lack of judgment and that started a rage inside of him. He pushed many people away. His family, his lover. He wanted to be alone. Day in and day out he would make sure the people around him were safe. But he would make sure they didn’t get too close to him. He took on the roll to keep the earth, and it’s problems safe. That was a burden he was willing to bare on his own and he was satisfied with that. Being alone…However, that all changed when he met a woman. He saw her for only a second. But that’s all it took. She was undoubtedly breathtaking. But he thought that he didn’t deserve her. So he made sure he stayed away from her. The fates…oh the fates have a funny way on making two people destined to be, still meet. He met her just by chance. He was driving home and as it started to pour down heavy rain he saw the woman waiting at a bus stop. She dropped something. He stopped his car and his legs moved before he even knew what he was doing. She dropped a bottle and it was rolling into the street. He caught it and even in the pouring rain she smiled at him. Causing his heart to beat hard in his chest. He had offered her a ride, and she gladly took it….”

The story was getting really good. So good that in your mind you could picture it.

“…It didn’t take long before he fell in love with her. It didn’t take long for his heart to beat just for her. The cold hearted man’s heart was no longer cold. Everything the man lacked, she made up for it. It was as if she was his heart. But in human form. When he came back after almost losing his life, he knew that she needed more from him. He was terrified about letting her into his other world, what if it was too much? What if it scared her away? But she assured him that if she had him, that they could face anything. And so, he married her. He married the love of his life and soon after they had a child, things were great. Whenever he came back to her he knew he was home….”

You look at Miguel and notice his face looked cold. Even the air in the car gave you goosebumps.

“But good things…beautiful things, they don’t last forever. There was a mission. A mission that only came to be, because two individuals took it upon themselves to disturb the natural order. They were undoing the balance of time to not just their world, but to multiple ones. He had to make sure their world was safe, not just for the people but for his wife and his son. He fought hard, he did his best and in the end it just wasn’t enough. Those two that had caused this problem. They ruined his life. He ran home. He ran to his family only to find his wife standing there with a sad smile. He went to touch her but she couldn’t be reached. She told him he did a good job, that she was proud of him. That she was happy to have him as her husband. He had told her that he could fix this, that they could have things back to the way things were. But she gave him that same smile he saw when they first met. She told him, to come find her. Wherever she is in the universe, she’ll be waiting for him. And like that, she blinked out of existence.” He went silent and you sit there waiting for more of the story but he just drives in silence.

“Miguel, don’t tell me that’s the end of the story? Come on what’s next?” He simply gives you a smile and keeps driving. “Miguel, baby don’t tease me. What happened next? Did he find her? Did he get things back to the way they were before? Please tell me they get their happy ending.” You ask sitting up in your seat. He simply looks at you and kisses your hand again. “How about I tell you the rest later. You go ahead and rest.”

“How am I suppose to rest after you told me a story like that? Okay, you were right that was good.” You lean lean over the back seat and grab a blanket. “I guess I can at least dream up a happy ending.” You say as you lay back in your seat.

“I’m sure you will. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.” Miguel then turns on the radio and it plays soft jazz. You give a yawn and let your eyes close as your boyfriend drives the car calmly and smoothly.

The story he had told, for some reason it felt like something that could actually happen. But that’s impossible. It was just a story.

Right?

•••

The next morning you were laying in bed next to a sleeping Miguel. He had brought you to Black Coast Island. Which was beautiful.

The waters were clear and blue. The sand was white and warm. Even the locals were friendly. As you let your boyfriend sleep, you sneakily get out of bed and decide to roam the house.

Miguel had managed to rent out a house for the two of you and you wanted to explore it last night but you were too tired.

You face call Erica and she answered on the fifth ring. “Where you at, Miss finally taking a vacation.” Erica asks as you see she’s at work.

“Black Coast Island. Girl look at this.” You flip the camera and show her the back deck. “Oh hello! I didn’t know Miguel had money money. You think if I ask him for twenty dollars he’ll give it to me?”

“Erica, don’t start that.” You laugh and she joins in. “But in all seriousness. I’m happy for you! Have fun and bring me back some shells.”

“I got you.” She looks away from her screen and rolls her eyes. “T let me get off this phone. Mrs Loretta about to make me cuss her out. Mrs Loretta, don’t be rolling your eyes at me. I fight old ladies.” Erica hangs up and you place your phone down on the table in the kitchen.

You decide to make Miguel some breakfast before he wakes up and you search the kitchen. So far you found some eggs, some pancake mix and some Turkey sausage.

“This’ll do.” You get started grabbing a big pan and getting some butter. After a good twenty minutes you hear Miguel yawn. You feel his arms wrap around you and he rests his chin on top of your head. “Buen día, mi amor.”

“Good morning to you, baby. I hope you’re hungry. I made breakfast, and I made you some guava juice.” You hand him a glass and he takes a big gulp of it. “Mmm, this is good. But this is your vacation, shouldn’t you be relaxing?”

You place the last pancake on a plate and turn off the burner. “Miguel you spoil me all the time, let me do this. I’m kind of playing pretend here and playing house wife.”

“Mmm, Mrs Tommie O’Hara. I like the sound of that.” Miguel says as he pulls you onto his lap as he sits. “It does have a nice ring to it right? Now, what is on the itinerary for today?” You ask as you take a sip from his glass.

“Well I was thinking after breakfast, we could do a bit of sight seeing. Explore the beach, relax in the sand. Then later I have a couples massages scheduled and if you’re up for it, a candle light dinner.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to do all of that. Maybe we can even do a little bit of scuba diving?” Miguel nods. “Anything you want, it’s your vacation.” You squeal with joy. “This place is so nice, we have to come back and maybe we can bring friends?”

“Of course, but if we do, I’ll have to sneak away with you to have some private time.” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm we will have plenty of private time, Miguel. I’ll make sure of that. Now let’s eat.” You get up from his lap and you go to fix his plate but he stops you.

“You sit. I’ll fix the plates.” You don’t argue, you just sit back down in your chair and wait to be served.

As the two of you eat breakfast, you see Miguel hand you the the butter without asking and you give a light chuckle. “What, amor?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just, sometimes I feel like we’ve done this before. And I don’t mean all the other times we’ve had breakfast together. I mean all of this. It’s almost like we’re a married couple. Or maybe this is all just déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu…right.” Miguel comments as he pours you some more juice. “Baby, I know this is random, but do you ever get the feeling that you and I know each other too well? It’s kind of scary.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for example. You know that when I crack the ice tray I always eat the small pieces that break off. Erica doesn’t even pick up on that. And we’ve known each other since high school.” Miguel shrugs. “I’m just very observant.”

“And I always know to pass you hot sauce when you eat your eggs…” You pass it automatically as if it’s a reflex to you. “You know I like to eat spicy food. We just understand each other that well better than other couples. Is that so wrong?” You shake your head. “No I guess not. It’s just funny to me. Anyways do you mind if I shower first?”

“Not at all amor. And don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll do them.” You nod and continue eating breakfast together. But there is this nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Something is there. Something that your natural eye isn’t seeing…

You had your rustic orange two piece bikini on and you felt very self conscious about it. It was high on the hips and your cheeks were definitely eating the back, making it look like a thong.

Maybe you should wear a shirt over it. Or a towel?

You step out outside and Miguel was gobsmacked. “Eres la definición de la belleza, a true gem, mi amor. Ay dios mío, let me get a good look at you.” He spun you around and he whistled. Whatever doubts you had wearing the bikini definitely went away as he stared.

“Thank you, baby.” You get on your tippy toes and you give him a kiss on the lips. “De nada, amor. Shall we go?” You take his hand and you two were off to do your first activity.

As the two of you explore the town, you notice a lot of women staring at Miguel. Which isn’t hard to believe. He was a very beautiful man. It gave you a sense of pride, because he was yours.

“I think this would look beautiful on you.” Miguel says as he points to a netted dress. “I don’t know, it has a lot of holes, and it looks like it won’t fit.”

“It’ll fit you. And if you’re that worried, I’ll gladly take it off of you.” He whispers against your ear. A giggle escapes your lips. “Miguel, behave.” You tell him jokingly. “I will for you. But I’m buying you that dress. I’ll be right back.” You try to stop him but it’s too late. He was already walking into the store. You follow after him and you see two men standing off looking at post cards.

One of them sees you and taps his friend so he can look at you. Instantly you feel uncomfortable.

One of them starts to walk your way and you turn. “Where are you going, jolie fille?” The other man says, catching you off guard. “I was just looking for my boyfriend.”

“Well look no further little lady. My my you are ravishing. Isn’t she Jon?”

“She is. With a body like that, I would never let you out of the house. You’d be on your back making me some fine strapping boys.”

Your skin crawls hearing those compliments. “No thank you. Now please mo-”

“We just want a conversation. Right Eddie?”

“Right. But I want more than a conversation. Tell me, what does your inner thigh taste like?” He goes to reach for you but he gets a surprise when Miguel grabs his arm and pops it out of its socket. “I believe the lady was going to tell you to to fucking move.”

“Hey, we don’t mean no harm, sir.” Jon stammers as he helps his friend. “No, you meant to make my girlfriend uncomfortable. If she wants to wear this or anything that is her choice. You’re lucky you even get to look in her direction. But that’s all you get. Now if you ever decide you want to act on those disgusting comments, to her or to any woman while I am here. You two will be outlined by chalk. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y..yes sir! Eddie come on.” They run out of the store and Miguel watches them leave. As soon as they are a far enough distance, Miguel looks at you and caresses your face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Thank you.” He hands you a bag and sure enough he had bought the dress for you. “Thank you, Miguel.”

“You’re welcome, amor. Now let’s bring this back to the house and then we can go to the beach.”

After a quick run to the house, you two were on the beach. You were putting sunscreen on Miguel’s back and he was enjoying it. “Amor, you missed a spot.” You look him over. “Where?”

“Right here.” He points to his lips and you roll your eyes but you lean over and kiss him. “You big baby.” You say smiling into the kiss. “Mmm, I’m your big baby.”

You dust off your hands and you stand up. “The water looks so pretty, it’s like staring at tiny diamonds.” Miguel stands up beside you and he takes your hand. “Let’s go swim.” As you see a few of the locals playing by the water and by the shore, you notice Miguel bringing you somewhere secluded.

“Miguel where are you taking me?” He doesn’t answer, he just continues walking. You go to ask again but he turns to you and points. You two climb on some rocks and you crouch down. “Oh my goodness! This is pretty!”

Miguel had brought you over to see a small school of fish swimming around. You sit down, letting your toes into the water, but careful not to scare the fish. One of them swims up to you and it swims over your toes.

You laugh like a child and Miguel sits right behind you. “How did you know about this spot?” You ask turning to him slightly. “I have my ways. Now those fish, are called heart fish. They say when they find a mate, they stay together forever.” You peek over at them and one of the pink and red fish happens to have a spot on them shaped like a heart. “I’m naming that one, Nemo.” You point.

“Why Nemo?” He asks. “Because I like the name. It can be for a boy or a girl, at least in my opinion.” Miguel then points. “Well then I’m naming that one flounder.” You laugh. “Like from the little mermaid? Baby you can’t name that fish that. It’s not a flounder fish.”

“If you can name your fish Nemo, then I can name my flounder.” He takes a hold of your lips and kisses them. “You are too much.” You joke as you kiss him back. You look back at the water and Miguel scoots a bit. “Do you want to swim with them?”

“Won’t we scare them off?” He shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to find out and see.” He tackles you into the water and you hold your breathe. When you finally come up for air you look for Miguel. “Miguel? You’re going to regret that!” You look around and still there was no sign of him. “Miguel? This isn’t funny.” You start to worry until he pops up in front of you.

“Te asuste?” He asks with a devilish grin on his face. “Oh no, you didn’t scare me. In fact I think you look a bit thirsty, here have a drink!” You push his head under the water and you try to get away from him. But he was faster. He had webbed you close and dragged you back to him.

“Where do you think you’re going, amor? I will always find you.” He says as he pulls you close. “You promise?” You ask as you throw your arms around his neck. “Yes, always.” He rests his head against yours and you look at his hazel eyes.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen on a man.” You compliment. He gives you a shy smile. “Gracias amor. I got them from my mother.”

“What was she like?” You ask. It’s very rare he mentions his parents. So when moments like this happens you make sure to catch them.

“She is a strong woman. Especially after being with my father. She was quiet but when she entered a room, people took notice. You’ll like her. Maybe in the next couple of months I’ll introduce you two.”

“I’d like that.” Miguel and you start swimming back to shore but he pulls you father away from more people.

When you two get on land, he helps you get on the rocks and he looks at a cave. “Want to go see what’s inside of there?” He asks. “Sure, but if bats start flying out of there, we’re leaving immediately.” He laughs and he takes your hand as you two enter.

The caves only light source was the entrance, so you two were careful where to go. “Amor, look up.” You do and you see pretty shiny crystals. “Those are beautiful, do you think they shine brighter in the sun?”

“I can check for you.” Miguel goes to reach for one but you stop him. “Don’t, I want to remember it like this.” You take another step and crouch down when you see a piece of the crystal on the ground in a few pieces. “Look!” You hold it up in the light and the crystal gives off a rainbow hue. You look at Miguel expecting him to be looking at the hue but he’s just looking at you.

“How is it that you can make even a broken crystal look like one of the seven wonders of the world by just holding it?” Miguel says as he lifts you up. Your face warms and he searches your face. “You know you say a lot to make a girl feel butterflies.”

“Well you bring out the best in me, amor.” He leans you against the cave wall and you drop the crystal as you pull him in for a kiss.

“Mmm, I am starving.” Miguel says against your lips. “Then let’s go back.” You start to go but he pins you back against the wall. “Who says I’m hungry for food?” Even in the semi dark, Miguel’s eyes seem to give off a reddish glow.

“Miguel what if someone finds us?” You ask looking at the cave entrance. “Then we shouldn’t waste any time now should we?” He pulls you down so that you’re on top of him and he unties your bikini top.

“Why don’t you, sit on my face and feed me?” He asks. The cool cave air felt good on your breasts and you look down at Miguel. “When you say sit you want me to hover or-”

“I want to you to sit on my face. Put all of your weight down and let me eat your pussy till your juices cover my face. If I can’t breathe then that’s on me. Now sit.” He commands. You untie your bottoms and you hover over his mouth.

“Are you su-” Miguel grabs you by the waist and he plants you directly onto his mouth. He wastes no time as he buries his face into your pussy. You feel his nose grind into you as well and you lean forward placing your hands on his chest.

He palms your ass apart and he laps up your center. “Oh shit.” You moan out causing an echo in the cave. You see Miguel was getting hard under his swim trunks and you push them down with a bit of his help.

He has a glistening pearl of pre on the tip and you lick it, rolling your tongue on the head. You hear Miguel grunt as he grips your ass and he pulls you down so you can ride his face deeper.

You suck and moan causing Miguel to moan because your throat tightens from moaning. “Mi dulce chica, so sweet so fucking sweet.” Miguel starts to buck his hips and you gag a little on the tip. But you don’t stop. You start to move your hips and arch your back as Miguel slaps and grips your ass.

You bounce a little on his mouth as he bucks his hips and fucks your throat. You moan and let his dick out of your mouth and you moan you’re going to come. Miguel lifts you up and he stands up. He lifts you up and presses you against the wall and he holds you up by your legs.

You grab onto his shoulder and he slides in deep. You lean your head back and Miguel buried his face into your neck, grunting and groaning for you to come on his dick.

He leans back and you look down, watching his dick go in and out of you. “You see that? You see that bulge, amor?”

“Yes, yes I do.” You cling to him as he does grips your thighs. You don’t even say it, he feels you coming and he follows soon after. He lets your legs go but he keeps you upright to stand. “I don’t want to rush, but our massages are in fifteen minutes.” Miguel says as he breathes heavily. You let out a laugh and lean against him.

“Well we’re showing up late, because I need a shower, and so do you.” He agrees and he helps you get your bikini back on. “I think this is going to be a memorable vacation for us, amor.”

“If everyday is going to be like this one, then it definitely will…”

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