#poisoned empanadas

[rmoonstoner]

18+ content. You have been warned!

Okay, so, the top 3 fics I am working on at the moment:

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# 1 - Cream & Sugar - Complete LINK

One shot, currently sitting at 12k words. Story part done, now I need to add more nasty to it. Orgasm denial and overstimulation for Peter. P in v sex, cream pie, Peter is tied to a lawn chair and you have your way with him, breeding kink, he begs a lot, blah blah blah.

Sub!Spider-Man Noir x Dom!spider!fem!reader (I think it's soft Dom, but you decide.)

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# 2 - Just A Taste - Part 2

Second part of Just A Taste. Peter takes you on a simple date. Yes. More sex. I was thinking public sex, maybe they get caught by someone? I dunno. Haven't decided. Story part is done, just whipping up the nasty. More creampie monster fuckery.

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x Sorceress!fem!reader

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# 3 - Poisoned Empanadas - Chapters 5 - 10

So much more story. Real people sex! You get nothing more out of me.

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x fem!spider!reader

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Runner ups:

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# 4 - No name as of yet, might be chaptered, might not be

Tiny bit of story, monster fucker sex with a magic man that looks like a demonic tentacle demon. Much nasty.

Eldritch Horror/Watcher/Supreme Doctor Stephen Strange x Watcher's Assistant!fem!reader

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# 5 - Decent into Madness

This is pure filth and crack for me. Written by me, for me, and I am sharing for others to enjoy. I am counting this as a size kink, breeding kink, monster fucker (because it's MOTHER FUCKING BEAST FROM THE X-MEN! I DON'T DO REGULAR HUMAN HANK, SORRY.) and it's nasty.

Dark Beast x Mutant!fem!reader

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I am also working on other various fics and projects and requests, but they aren't as high up on my priority list at the moment. If have seen some requests, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. My muse to write is saying do these now.

❤️ 💙

[anonymous-dentist]

Part Six of the Catboy in the Village AU

Parts: 1|2|3|4|5

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There's something in the castle, and it's weird.

It's silent save for its footsteps. It follows Cellbit and his forcibly-assigned guard wherever he goes, but it doesn't follow Roier and his guard. It isn't the queen, because she has been there several times when the Something has been hiding in Cellbit's shadow.

It isn't doing anything. Maybe it's just spying on Cellbit, but that's a given. He's been watched for a long time, probably, based off of how much the queen seems to know about him, but the Something just... doesn't feel like a spy? Its presence feels too small to be a threat, and yet it's been following Cellbit for at least an hour every day since his forced stay in the healer's quarters. Why? And, more importantly, what?

Since his stay in the healer's quarters, and since Roier was finally given permission to make himself and Cellbit their own (non-poisoned) meals, Cellbit has slowly, but steadily, begun his investigation of Castelo do Gato. He's been accompanied by his guard the whole time, but his guard also doesn't give a shit about what he's doing so long as he isn't escaping or trying to kill the queen, so Cellbit really doesn't think that he needs to be concerned about any information leaking to the queen.

His information as of day four of his investigation, and as of his eighth day of being kidnapped, is as follows:

The queen has only been queen for a couple of months now, and her first directive was a global search for her long-lost twin brother. Her name is Bagi, and she is very annoying, and Cellbit kind of hates her a lot.

There aren't as many staff in the castle as there should be. This makes sense; the previous king and queen were famously secretive, especially after their son's disappearance and the outbreak of the war. More staff is being hired, but there's a thorough screening process involved that the queen herself oversees.

The castle's healer's name is Niki. She's very nice, and she's better at potion making than Cellbit is. She's one of the queen's closer friends, and she's been with the castle since the previous king and queen were in charge.

The castle's mage's name is Mouse. She claims to be a demon, but not the demon, and she thinks that the demon haunting the castle needs to go to therapy because earthquakes and flames are not healthy forms of self expression. She draws her sigils with blood, and Cellbit really likes her.

The demon shows up once a week and shakes the castle and tears through the halls screaming. This only started when the queen took the throne (go figure.)

The missing brother went missing at 11 years old, and his name... was Cellbit, but he's a different Cellbit. There are no portraits of him in most of the castle upon the orders of the previous king, who was with the prince the day he vanished.

Everybody keeps talking about empanadas for some fucking reason, especially Niki and Mouse. The queen goes silent every time.

The investigation would probably be easier if Cellbit could force the queen to, like, act normally and tell him the truth, but she's a lost cause. She nearly threw her bowl of soup at Cellbit at dinner when he casually mentioned to Roier wanting to get a new pair of goggles to pin his ears back with, she's crazy.

But Cellbit isn't an idiot. He may have been a serial killer in his previous life, but he also spent a few years doing odd jobs and investigations around his and Roier's hometown. It's how they met, and it's how Cellbit is going to get them back home and to their kids.

So Cellbit investigates. He gets himself a notebook from the queen, who seemed relieved that he was doing something other than trying to murder her for once. He snoops around the castle, claiming that he's trying to get to know the building and the staff now that he's been "brought back home." (Saying that is enough to make him gag, but it's what works.) He goes to the library. He takes a nap in the courtyard on Roier's chest.

He steals Niki's spare pair of potion-making goggles, and he puts them on. He ignores the pain; he's used to it, after all.

And he's followed by the Something in the shadows.

Roier thinks that it's the queen stalking him, but Cellbit really doesn't. He's been in the same room with the queen and the Something, and stalking isn't the queen's style. She's bold with her moves, something that Cellbit almost admires about her. Almost.

(It's just nice to see a queen talk to both her staff and her citizens. That's all.)

But Cellbit goes to the library even with his little stalker, and that's where he is now. Researching. Looking into the royal genealogy records for any depiction of the prince- a painting, a sketch, anything.

There's a Something under the table by his knee. He can feel it breathing on him even through his trousers; its breaths are short and warm and almost panicked, hm. Maybe it shouldn't be creeping around if it can't handle the psychology of being a creep.

Cellbit's guard is almost asleep on a nearby sofa. Cellbit lets him sleep, he doesn't give a shit.

He flips through Volume Seven of Família De Gato. He's at the old king and queen's grandparents, so he's getting close. He can practically taste the prince: bitter, and dead.

So dead.

Absently, Cellbit adjusts his legs under the table. He crosses them, accidentally kicking the Something in the head as he does so.

And then he hears it: a near-silent little, "Ouch!"

"Desculpe," Cellbit tells it, because he isn't that much of a monster.

There's a gasp, tiny, and then the chair across from Cellbit shoves itself back from the table in a clear panic. The pages of Cellbit's book fly as a running breeze hits them as the Something takes off.

Cellbit glances at his guard. Asleep, wow, great!

With a grin, he licks his lips. And then he's out of his chair and running after the invisible Something with his pen clutched in his hand like a knife and his notebook held in his other hand.

The Something screeches as Cellbit swipes at it with his notebook hand. He whiffs, but his fingers brush against what is clearly hair. Human hair, he knows what human hair feels like, he's brushed his teeth with it plenty of times!

The Something blows through the library's door, Cellbit close behind. He can hear his guard shouting somewhere behind him, but fuck him. He fell asleep, this is clearly his fault!

Sometimes in the war, the Enemy would cast a spell that sent a dark fog over the battlefield. Cellbit had to rely on his hearing to survive.

He doesn't need to see the Something to know where it is. He can even guess how tall it is based off of how loud its footsteps are. It's... small. Light. Very fast, but still slower than a grown man.

Cellbit blinks as the air in front of him flickers. Something appears before him briefly before fading out again: something, indeed, small. Pink. Yellow.

Cellbit knows a fading invisibility potion when he sees it, he's tested them on himself enough times.

It's enough to give him the confidence to lunge and scoop the Something up and into his arms. He holds it against his chest and can't help but let out a brief, triumphant laugh.

"Finally!" he cheers.

And then a foot is driven backwards and right into his junk.

Cellbit groans and drops the Something, and then he drops himself right onto the floor and watches as the Something becomes a Someone in front of him. Their potion wears off fully, revealing a red-faced and exhausted little girl standing above him with her hands on her hips.

"Don't touch me!" she shouts.

Cellbit nods. Fair enough. "Yeah, okay. Hello."

The girl takes a step backwards. Her dress, pink, is made of fine silk. Her skin, dark, has little golden stars painted onto her cheeks like freckles. Her hair, wavy, falls into her face. Her hat looks like pancakes, clearly custom-made. It sits right on top of her head between two twitching, nervous, fuzzy little cat ears.

Ah?

Only members of the royal family, and Cellbit, have cat features. So does this make this girl...?

Slowly, Cellbit sits himself up. He looks down at his notebook, flips to a clean page. Puts his pen to paper. Looks back up at the girl.

She looks... upset. Mildly so. More uncomfortable than anything, she keeps patting her dress down and wiping at her abdomen with the palms of her hands.

"I'm sorry I grabbed you," Cellbit tells her.

She glances up at him with a small frown. "It's okay. I probably scared you."

Cellbit shrugs. "Eh, only a little. I've been followed by worse things than children."

Her eyes widen. "Really?"

"Mhmm. One time, I was followed around town by a half-man, half-spider for months."

She gasps. Cellbit nods. (He's sure Roier wouldn't mind being called a Spider-Man. He'd probably take it as a compliment, knowing him.)

"I'm just curious, really," Cellbit continues. "You live in a castle, what are you doing following a weird guy like me around?"

Immediately, the girl shakes her head and sticks her chin out. "I can't tell you. It's a secret."

Cellbit nods again. "That makes sense. You were invisible and everything. I didn't know you were there until a few minutes ago."

"Really?"

"Yes! You just need to work on your timing. Even if I didn't chase you out of the library, I would've found you because your potion would have run out right next to me."

The girl's face falls. "Oh."

"Don't worry, I'll write down some information on invisibility potions for you for later," Cellbit assures her. "Here..."

He scribbles out a simple potion schedule for a potion of average strength. Potions last for fifteen minutes, no potions for six hours after you take three potions in a row unless you want your skin to vanish but your insides to remain visible.

And then he tears the page out of his notebook and holds it out for the girl to take.

The girl stares at it.

"You... aren't angry that I'm following you around?" she quietly asks.

"Nope. You seem like a nice girl, even if your mom is kind of a weirdo. Just don't follow me into my cell with Roier, and you can keep following me around."

Her nose wrinkles. "Don't you mean your bedroom?"

Cellbit opens his mouth to argue, but he's stopped by his guard turning the corner and running towards them shouting vague assertive noises.

Cellbit rolls his eyes and puts his pen and notebook away. So much for today's research...

The guard's eyes widen as he takes in the scene before him.

"Your highness!" he gasps.

He drops to his knee and bows his head, his fist to his chest in a salute.

Cellbit huffs, but the girl just smiles and skips forward to pat the guard's helmet and tell him to stand.

"Yes, Princess Empanada," he says. "Whatever you say!"

...Princess Empanada.

Well. This explains a lot of confusion.

But... if the queen is sure that Cellbit is her brother, why hasn't she introduced him to her daughter? Unless... she isn't sure.

Unless she isn't sure.

Bingo. Maybe she can see reason, after all.

[oheck-trainwreck]

Tethered.

okay i'm actually caught up on streams now, so i can make theories without feeling stupid :D

I think that being around eggs grounds q!bad in a way nothing else quite can. we saw it with Empanada on Tuesday, when Bad was kind of on the same memory train most of the time, with only a few resets (which were when he wandered off, away from Bagi and Empanada), as well as yesterday with Dapper, when he only had a couple of minor issues (like the church). This rather fits what's been happening for the past 2 months, with basically all of Bad's issues arising in the absence of eggs.

I think this is solidified by one specific example from yesterday, in which Phil, Bad, Etoiles and Dapper are hanging out in the gym. Bad looks at a flower, like he's about to have a little memory reset and go steal it, but then looks to Dapper and things proceed as normal.

I'm curious and excited to see how this plays into stuff in the future, especially considering the possibility that bad dies (probably temporarily) from radiation poisoning. If he goes away from being alive, even just for a short time, will he completely lose all of his memories? Only time will tell.

Um. anyway all this to say the caption is 'tethered' because the eggs, most specifically Dapper, tether Bad to reality. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[prenzea]

"it's a drawing of dapper, for when you are alone."

EMPANADA MY SWEET ANGEL BABY GIRL.

SHE'S CONFRONTING BBH ABOUT THE RADIATION POISONING.

[freakenomenon]

just saw ellen coleslaw. now give her an empanada so she can heal (pretty pretty pls with a cherry on top of a banana sundae)

ykw what's crazy tho,,, she probably can't even taste the rat poison!!!!!

[yellowcry]

Her recepies are redemies for real

Agustin knew he was the one who tended to be injured the most. But, honestly, there was some benefit to it. Bacause if he's injured, he has an excuse to see Julieta @encantober-official prompt - burn

Agustín was used to be hurt. It wasn't a big secret. Was it a bad luck or something else, but there was no day when he didn't injure himself in the most ridiculous way possible. Broken bones, stings of the insects that weren't even native to Encanto, bruises or goddamn poisoning. Agustín knew it all.

And, being hurt so often, Agustín needed healing more than anyone else. He was a casual visitor at Julieta's stand. Ofter needing healing several times per day. Agustín couldn't lie, he felt bad about it. It wasn't her problem if Rojas somehow couldn't keep his limbs intact. But Julieta always smiled at him, handing him an arepa or two. Just in case. Sometimes Agustín wasn't even sure if Julieta was a human at all. She felt like an angel that came from heaven. Always ready to bring her remedy. Soft round lineaments. Deep and mature voice. He didn't know at which point he started to WAIT for when he would be injured. Just an excuse to see Julieta again. He didn't know why, but the idea if at least seeing her at the moment didn't seem as bad.

First time he ever thought to thank Julieta was in secret. Back when he was a child. He ripped the daisies from his garden and left it at the stand so the next morning Julieta would find it. Oh, and a small card too, just to thank Julieta for all her efforts. At first it happened occasionally. But later on these small gifts became a casual part of his life. Agustín would bring something nice and leave it for the Madrigal. After all she had dealt with him on daily basis. It was only right to cheer her with something.

So, today Agustín wanted to bake some Empanadas.

And it went about as bad as you would expect.

Deep burn bit him arm. Blister rose from the spot. As he stood by Julieta, playing with his fingers. Maybe a bit ashamed. He wanted to make Juli happy with a small gift, not cause any more problems to heal.

The Madrigal just smiled, never upset, never blaming Gus for not being more careful. It would be so easy for him to just... Not cause problems. 

Instead, Julieta leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on his hand. Agustin felt blood rushing up to his face. Blushing growing. Before awkward Agustin pulled back, feeling heart pounding in his chest. So hot that burn felt like nothing. His stomach clutched... Weird, he didn't think he ate anything bad.

"Uhm, sorry?" He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head

"No, I didn't mean to..." Julieta mumbled, looking away. A bit red too.

"No, no!" Agustin shook his hands, his breathing ragged. "I don't mind! It-it's sweet!"

And he still felt sparkles in his eyes. Have Julieta kissed anyone else? He... hoped she didn't. Hoped he was at least somehow important to her. More so the others. 

Ah, damn! What had gotten into his head? Julieta just was so... so sweet! And kind and... 

His head felt dizzy. Heart fluttered. Was it normal to feel this way after a beautiful girl kissed his hand? Agustin wasn't able to throw Julieta out of his head at all. She was always there, buried deep inside his mind. Making his thought trail so damn often. Daydream about her, what their marriage would be like...

Wait? No! He mentally slammed his head into the table (or not mentally judging be the dull pain). You don't think about marrying your friends. Uh... Sisters of your friends? The point wasn't in it.

And maybe he felt slightly different with Julieta. A bit strange in a sense. Not the same type of feeling he had with Pepa or any other friends. A bit warm and giggly. Understanding these feelings was impossible He didn't want to look away from her. No matter how hard he tried, if Julieta was around, Agustin threw cautious looks at her direction. The fact he was hurt so often stopped being a nuisance. Because when he was injured, it was another excuse to come to Julieta. Look her in the eyes and stand by her side. They were friends for years, of course Agustin would love to spend time with her. It made sense that she was so special that his heart was jumping off a cliff, his breathing quickened the moment their eyes locked together. Even if the burn he got had changed nothing

These feeling made his head hurt (And magical food only seemed to make it worse. Congrats, you just broke the miracle). Julieta just was so special. More so than anyone else. Always patient and sweet. He just really adored her. So hard that his stomach tingled. It was a different type of adoration. Something that Agustin had never experienced towards other friends. Suh a strange feeling, when he wanted to stay close, listen to her voice. When every word from her mouth was a divine speech. Not something to question or even deny. He wanted to hold her close, never leave.

And damn, his cheeks were getting burning hot with blood if he dared to think of it. A possibility to live with his dear friend and have a beautiful wedding or the best date in the world.

Wait, no, hold up, you don't dream about dating your friends.

Uh... oh...

He was in love. In burning passion streaming through his veins whenever Juli was around. Because Agustin wanted to spend the rest of his life, waking up next to her. This was confusing, the idea that he had something more than a simple friendly gestures in mind was so confusing. 

But this was the beginning of... something and his heart flattered with every careful look. Every second when her hands, rough from constant cooking, touched him. Carefully healing every stupid injury he managed to get. He had owe Julita his life at this point.

And he wished to. Stay close by her side. And allow himself be burned again and again. Just to see the angel of kindness who came to Earth to protect and spread love with every feather falling off the tree.

[valpogossip]

VALPOGOSSIP TEACAP: JULY 2024

You lot sure have be busy the last month. If I was of lesser mind or simply someone with something better to do, I would have resigned myself to my silence and let you all carry on. But business pays. And unfortunately for you, it's yours that pays me, and you're all not going to believe this.

July saw the epic failure of the anticipated winter festival ! A freak snowstorm left all of our beloved residents forced to face their biggest fear: talking to people they don't know ! Before we get into the general tea, let's recap what happened at the winterfest shall we ?

Putting any so called foodie to shame, Javi Domginuez-Herrera, Jackie Grimaldi, and Tobias Northcott risk carbon monoxide poisoning to get their snack on. While poison might not have been in the food, that didn't mean something wasn't as they began having hallucinations of the truck being similar to the wardrobe to narnia. Thinking if they left they wouldn't be in kansas anymore, wrong movie? Oh well. They're all still here, anyway.

In a much sweeter turn of a event, Noah Fontaine, Leia Munoz-Silva, Rachel Kang, and Seba Dominguez-Herrera huddled closely together for warmth. They spent time discussing the age old philosophical debate: is it a sneed or a snood. Also mentions of wondering if befriending a mountain lion would go faster if they used weed or if they used catnip. Yeah, I'm not sure how anyone made it out alive either. Though I don't think we should tell Astrid Blackwell about the cuddling though. Something about a rule being broken.

Lucky for Rania Chadha, Luna Dominguez-Herrera, Salem West, and Reyna Artiaga they were tucked away extra safely: locked backstage. Don't know if they ever solved the mystery of who locked them inside, but they had bigger things to worry about inside! Like Salem getting her something on her feet after getting her ice skates of, Luna's boyfriend freezing to death, and Reyna's unconventional hobby of picking locks? They all moved past that last one a bit too fast for my liking.

Moving on too quickly, let's talk about Felix Kang, Charlie Hastings, and Sade Akerele. For a trio locked in a game booth, they had no interest in the games around and instead, like your baby cousin who breathes a little too hard and always has a snack in their hand, opted to play games on their phone. Sade and Felix tried to convince the group chat of Felix's disappearance and Charlie tried to convince God that it was simply his time to go.

Back to ' how did any of these people make it out alive' we turn to Arlo Hwang, Wylie Henderson, and Rafael Cisneros in the ice skating rink booth. They skipped right over the small talk, and went straight to the worst case scenarios. Cannibalism was discussed and Rafa had the idea to make a fire inside using the ice skates around.

In the Igloo with Nevaeh Thompson, Quinn Hawley, and Giovanni Vallato the only thing bright in there was Nevaeh's lighter. Quinn was overly confident in her abilities to claw it out like she did in ireland (which could mean anything). Vanni wasted his signal, battery, and time on tiktok but made sure to share his empanadas, cold as they were. And Nevaeh had a lighter.

Something about being trapped in the dark in a Parade Float made Delilah Jane Harrison, Abril Valdivia, and Spencer Westin want to share their deepest darkest secrets. I guess they thought they'd stay secret but here they are: Delilah Jane forged her cosmetology license, Specer stole their dad's grammy and sold it and making him believe it was a robbery, and Abril has been spending more and more time with a certain pop star ! (She didn't say that, but I think if she was honest with herself she might've)

Saffron Barton and Poet Hawley were locked inside a security guard car that Poet was determined to get hotwired with the help of the blade she keeps on her, interesting fun fact. Despite Saffron's disbelief, Poet got it going ! Not far though. They just went around in circles until security got them to stop. Wonder if Poet and Saffron saw the voucher promised to everyone.

It's a good thing that Leon Amos, Yazmin Taylor, and Rohan Kaur were in The Washroom, the tissues surrounding them were a must need. Everyone was at each other's throats, there was a lot of sharing between strangers about babies and lifelines and Rohan unsettled by the display of emotional vulnerability. Unfortunately for us, there was no punch thrown but they did all make up and shared their deepest philosophies on life.

Trapped on the Tilt-A-Whirl, Astrid Blackwell, Zaid Hassan, Drew Crane, and Nikhil Hari went on a Dr. Seus like journey. They were out in the open and with Nikhil's generous offer of his body heat everyone decides they'd rather face the cold! They manage to get into a booth where Drew becomes the winner of the only Jolly rancher available, and they all freeze their hands off to text their loved ones.

NOW onto the general drama you don't want to miss:

Arlo and Reyna seem especially jittery and stuttery at the Inherited Escapes counter.

Charlie is running the risk of getting a restraining order if he keeps popping up at Secondhand Style without plans to purchase anything.

Delilah Jane and Rohan seemed to have finally gotten a good jog set for those circles they keep running around in.

Vanni and Yaz are expecting a baby after a few months of dating ! Congratulations ! We think?

Jackie and Spencer? I don't know what's going on over there, but I'm watching very closely.

Leon took the bold step to Salem's door and Salem took an even bigger step to show him the door. For how long? Only time will tell.

Nevaeh has run in to not only 1 but 2 of her exes? Omar and Seba, whichever one of you is praying for her downfall must have a direct line to god.

That's all I have for you today, but don't worry. We'll be back next month with even more delicious tea for you to catch up on. Let me know what you think, my inbox is always open.

[dearest-painter]

Natauo ,Fummi, Shoto and Dabi just watching there spider-bat!Reader playfully fight with the other teens wishing it was them….I genuinely wonder how the todoroki family would react to spider-roki!Reader having fangs and claws like Miguel’s(they don’t have a paralyzing venom but instead poison)..Just spider-roki!Reader crawling onto Miguel’s back and whispers to him in Spanish that there hungry and if they could get some empanadas when they get home.

Just spider-roki!Reader falling asleep while on Miguel’s shoulders.

Their surprise that you know Spanish or that your even close to Miguel. The longer they look at you and Miguel the more you two resemble each other. Your probably laying against his back while he holds your legs as you take a lap since your a sleepy spider.

[saintyveningstar]

If 6 was 9

"James, Kirk, and Lars!" He shouted, banging his hand on the counter. "I don't care if you're with a girl, or whatever the fuck! Get your asses down here, or I will come up there and embarrass the shit out of each and every one of you! Get down here, now!" Cliff roared, and one by one he heard doors opening and slamming shut — footsteps descending down the stair way.

Kirk, then Lars, then James.

Cliff crossed his arms, looking all of them in the eye. It was Lars, judging by the look on his face, the crumbs on his shirt, and his sticky fingers. Cliff wanted to see how long Lars could go without telling him the truth.

1985

"Hey, who ate my food?" Cliff called out, looking into the fridge simultaneously ... where his plate of Empanadas weren't sitting.

Cliff twisted to look behind him, the dirty plate was sitting in the sink. 

When no one answered, feigning like they couldn't hear him, Cliff slammed the fridge shut. He shut is eyes tightly, biting his fist and taking a breath, before he got really pissed.

He knew for a fact that everyone in the house heard him, since they liked to complain about hearing the damn faucet drip at times.

"James, Kirk, and Lars!" He shouted, banging his hand on the counter. "I don't care if you're with a girl, or whatever the fuck! Get your asses down here, or I will come up there and embarrass the shit out of each and every one of you! Get down here, now!" Cliff roared, and one by one he heard doors opening and slamming shut — footsteps descending down the stair way.

Kirk, then Lars, then James.

Cliff crossed his arms, looking all of them in the eye. It was Lars, judging by the look on his face, the crumbs on his shirt, and his sticky fingers. Cliff wanted to see how long Lars could go without telling him the truth.

"So, who was it?" He said, looking at the plate in the sink then back up at the other men.

"I-It was me." Kirk said silently, sounding like a child. Lars's eyes widened by a fraction, he swallowed thickly, but then quickly got himself together when Cliff's eyes snapped to him.

"No, Kirk, It wasn't you." Cliff said. "Never lie to my face." he walked over to one of the dining chairs, weaving his foot around the leg and pulling it out, snapping, "Sit."

The tan guitarist did, watching the ordeal but not daring to say another word. Cliff pointed to James and Lars with his pointer, and middle finger. "Fess up, or else nobody's leaving this spot."

When no one moved, Cliff shifted his weight, looking down at the both of them. "Might as well tell the drabs you got up there to go on home. Because, me? I have all fuckin' day. I already know who it is, just tell me the fuckin' truth!"

James suddenly had a puppy dog look in his bright blue eyes, turning his head to Lars. "Lars, man, just tell the truth!" he half-way whined, "Th-The girl I have is really hot, okay? Her clients book months in advance, I won't get another go at this!" James whispered.

"Fine!" Lars said, turning back to Cliff, "I ate them!"

"Yeah, I knew that already." Cliff said, with a bored tone. "So, do you want to get your ass kicked now or after you go out and buy me some more Empanadas?"

"Wait, what—!?"

"Pick your poison, drummer boy."

"I didn't know you got mad when people ate your food. Kirk ate your Chinese food the other day! You didn't beat him up!"

"One, not that it's your business, but Kirk asked me. Two, you lied to me, and you'd have let Kirk take the fall for you. So, once again, beating now, or fuckin' later?!"

[liz-lil-oc-corner]

Catriment the dorm of individuality

Founded after the unique individuality of the legendary musician. Students of this dorm are individuals that tend to stand out and have natural talent for whichever field they dedicate to which most of the time tends to be artistic making them easy inspirations for others.

Estrella Díaz (Twisted from Ernesto de la Cruz)

Grade/Class: 2A no. 11

Birthday: August 22nd

Age: 17

Height: 163 cm

Dominant Hand: right

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Light Music Club

Pet Peeves: Humidity

Best Subject: Music

Hobbies: Journaling 

Favorite Food: Arroz con leche

Least Favorite Food: Hamburgers

Talent: Perfect pitch

Rosa Cabrera (Twisted from the poisoned tequila)

Grade/Class: 3B no. 07

Birthday: October 6th

Age: 18

Height: 173 cm

Dominant Hand: right

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Dance club

Pet Peeves: Nosy people

Best Subject: Potions

Hobbies: Coffee making

Favorite Food: Meat stew

Least Favorite Food: Chorizo

Talent: Reading the room

Alba Marques (The concept of forgetfulness)

Grade/Class: 1B no. 08

Birthday: May 11th

Age: 16

Height: 160 cm

Dominant Hand: right

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Cooking club

Best Subject: Art

Hobbies: Painting

Pet Peeves: People cutting in line

Favorite Food: Tamales

Least Favorite Food: Grapes

Talent: Juggling

Margarita Jiménez (The concept of lies)

Grade/Class: 1C no. 09

Birthday: June 18th

Age: 17

Height: 158 cm

Dominant Hand: left

Homeland: Land of the crescent heart

Club: Theater club

Pet Peeves: Unsolicited advice

Best Subject: Magic Analysis

Hobbies: making scented candles 

Favorite Food: Empanadas

Least Favorite Food: Mashed Potatoes

Talent: Improvising

[rmoonstoner]

Poisoned Empanadas

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18+

Warnings:

Nauseated feeling mention, dirty talk, making out, fondling, dry humping, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, smut, biting scratching, overstimulation, voyeurism, masturbation, possiveness, emotional confusion, sexual confusion, sexual frustration, cream pie, angry and jealous boi, male masturbation, dubious consent?

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Summary:

I think the warnings give it away significantly.

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Chapter 7 - Empanadas de Cordero, Balearic Islands, Spain

This empanada has a yeast dough, made with eggs, lard/butter, flour, salt, olive oil, and lukewarm water. The filling of diced lamb and bacon,. You can put raw meat inside and bake it, but I prefer to roast the lamb in the oven first, or pan fry it with the bacon until crispy, then put it into the pastry, and bake that until golden and the dough is done. I like to brush a bit of the grease on top and sprinkle a bit of coarse sea salt on after, then bake.

***

You woke up in a dark room, your head on something soft, a nice smelling grey suit jacket? The room didn't appear to have any sort of windows, but there was enough light to clearly see it was a construction site, and that you were in an unfinished building. Tarps and ladders and equipment littered the floors, and yet it was eerily quiet. The only thing you could hear was your heart beat, and the faint sounds of the city that muffled from being a few floors underground.

"You sure did a number on yourself, mi estrella."

Your body went rigid as you heard that voice. You turned in the direction that it came from, seeing a man about Jake's height standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. One hand waved, and the jacket on the floor appeared in his hands, and tossed it over his shoulder, while the other was on the frame of the door. He had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms and that tattoo he had.

"J-Jake?" You managed to ask in a weak voice. He hummed and slowly walked over to you. He pulled out his phone and turned the flash light on so you could see him.

It took your breath away.

He was in that suit from your dreams. He looked so good and you were confused. Why was he dressed that way? Were his eyes glowing white?

"Si. The very same." He answered while grabbing you and bring you close.

"But you said you would be gone for a long time…" You almost whispered. His face softened up with a sad smile.

"I know. But I couldn't bear to be apart from you. I'm sure you got my messages. I deserve the lack of reply after how I left." He said in a murmur as he looked into your eyes.

"I was really going to leave you alone until tomorrow, but I happened to be in the area. I saw you, and… Well, I followed you. I saw when you got hurt. I saw it happen and I came rushing over when you went down. How's your head feeling?" Jake explained as he ran his fingers through your hair while he asked how you felt.

You closed your eyes and sighed. You missed his hands touching you like this, even though the voice in the back of your mind was telling you to yell at him, but you knew you wouldn't. Your happiness showed, because a bunch of smaller bubble like lights twinkled in the darkness of the room.

"I saw the messages. I was busy with superhero stuff." You mumbled back while closing your eyes. You felt dizzy and nauseous. The food you ate earlier was threatening to come back up.

"Right. Yeah…" Jake let out a deep exhale from his nose as he pinched the bridge of it.

"Look, I… I am really sorry…"

"Sorry? Sorry?!" You glared at him and spread your arms out. He just looked down at his lap, fidgeting with the snaps on his leather gloves.

"You're sorry. Right. I am sick of your shit, Lockley. I keep getting left behind. Like, look at you! Why are you wearing a bespoke suit?!" Your hands gestured to his clothing and he sighed again. You were shocked that his outfit matched the dream you had.

"Look, I… I should have told you what I really do at night."

"You're God damned right about that!"

"I deserve that. Well, erm… My boss is an Egyptian God."

"An Egyptian God?" Your glare softened and you blinked a few times. Jake nodded and pointed to his arm.

"This is his mark. It proves that I am in his service."

You made a face as you looked at his tattoo. You remembered asking Stephen about it, and he didn't say exactly what it was, but he was obviously suspicious about it. You knew he had lied to you about what it had said.

"What exactly does it say?"

"Uh, it s-says…" He nervously huffed while rubbing the back of his neck.

"It says; 'Rise and Live Again as My Fist of Vengeance. My Moon Knight. Property of Khonshu'." Jake's voice was flat as he translated the glyphs for you.

Your eyes narrowed and you squinted in the light that you produced. He looked like he was serious.

Very serious.

"You're not kidding, are you?" He shook his head and a mask slowly formed over his face.

You stared at his white eyes, the shoddy stitching over the one. You looked down his body, stopping to observe the fine, barely-there hieroglyphics that were printed on the expensive looking silk. You wondered what those said, as they covered the entire jacket, vest, tie, and pants that he wore.

"So you're… A knight of the moon?"

"Si. I am one of his knights. I personally go under the name of MidKnight."

"How many knights does Khonshu have?" When you asked that question, he frowned and looked away as he swallowed thickly. He fidgeted with his tie, and that's when you noticed gun holsters sticking out from under his arms on either side. He even had a couple knives on the back and sides of his belt.

"There are… There are three of us." He said softly as he looked back at you. You tilted your head.

"What are their hero names?"

"Mr. Knight. He looks like a white suited version of me. Then there is Moon Knight. He looks more… More like this-" As he spoke, his clothing changed to a darker suit. It now had a hooded cloak in white to match the white chest plate and bits of armor on his legs and arms. His mask became black, and only his eyes glowed in the void.

"- But his has a lot of wrappings and it's more traditional to the Egyptian culture."

"Wait. You have two suits?" You asked as your eyes looked over this one. This one was a lot more military in style. It was hard to imagine it covered in bandages.

"That's… Yeah. I get two suits. My fighting style is a combination of the other two, but a lot more brutal. I like having the tailored suit for certain missions, while this one has way more weapons." He chuckled as the suit changed back to the tailored one. The holsters all stayed in place.

"Wow. I see gun holsters and knives there. You hurt people?"

Jake slowly looked at what you were talking about. There were two handguns in each holster, and knives in each sheath.

"Si. I don't fuck around like the others do. I get the job done."

"Well you look like a new aged mobster."

"That's the look I was going for, mi estrella."

You both fell quiet as he shifted on his feet. As the seconds ticked by, he became even more fidgety. His gaze kept going to look out the doorway and down the hall.

"I like your costume. It looks beautiful and sexy on you. Muy caliente." Jake's voice had dropped a few octaves.

Your senses went off, not the Spider ones, but the sudden arousal that came on with the way he spoke to you. You could feel your body reacting to him the way it used to. Your nipples hardened as a shiver ran through your body. Even the way he was looking at you with his mask on his face and that suit on his body was turning you on. You could feel the slick forming between your legs, which caused you to shift uncomfortably.

***

Miguel had followed the man that had you all the way to an abandoned construction building. He was quiet as he slinked around after you, waiting for an opportunity to get you back without any more harm coming your way. He assumed that the kidnapper would be taking you to the upper levels, but he was surprised when the man went downstairs instead, and into an empty office-like room. It had cubicles, but nothing else. Bits of building supplies and garbage from the workers, but nothing really.

Miguel decided to go around and see if there was another entrance to that room. Maybe the hallway went all the way around it? He was stealthy as he ran down the hall and around the corner. He found another door, and luck was on his side, because the door wasn't even on the hinges in the frame yet. It was propped up against the wall beside it. It gave Miguel a bit of cover to look inside the room.

He saw a flash light and heard talking. He clearly heard you say 'J-Jake?' And his blood boiled. Miguel was careful to creep up as close as he could get, just a cubicle behind you and your captor.

The captor was apparently your ex-boyfriend. Miguel covertly peeked through a crack in the cubicle wall, eavesdropping as he controlled his breathing. He was floored to see the man in his dream was really your ex by the way he was dressed. Miguel listened to you to talk and he watched as Jake touched you.

Miguel wasn't happy to see that. He also wasn't happy to see your distress at being somewhere you didn't know, with your ex no less. Your mood shifted a few times as Jake explained that he was actually the Avatar for the Egyptian God, Khonshu.

When the talk about the weapons started to happen, Miguel's heart began to race. He didn't like guns or knives. His powers didn't help him much with those things. Sure, he was fast and dexterous, but he was still just learning how they worked.

Miguel didn't know this guy, or his attitude, except for what you had already told him. He could be trigger happy, and if he was a servant of a God, he probably had powers to go with it. Miguel cursed to himself. He didn't know much about the Gods of the past. Any of them, really. He only knew about a few, the ones he had purposely researched, like Thor and Loki.

"I like your costume. It looks beautiful and sexy on you. Muy caliente."

Jake's words brought Miguel out of his thoughts. While the man was right, you did look very hot, beautiful, and sexy, but he didn't have a right to just come in and shower you with flirtatious compliments like that. Not after what he did to you. He felt guilty that he hadn't warned you about him, earlier. Miguel wasn't even a hundred percent certain it was him. He just assumed the cabbie was. He fit the description that you had given him, despite not seeing his face. He had heard his voice and that nickname, and just knew it had to be Jake.

Miguel desperately hoped you would tell him you were fine and that you needed to go. He waited as he watched Jake kneel before you again. You stared at him, just like a deer caught in the headlights.

***

Jake was making you blush as he got down to your level and grinned. You gulped and scooted back a bit, only for him to grab your ankles and yank you right up flush against his body. You squeaked at the sudden action, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pushed his face into your neck, his mouth by your ear.

"Mi amor…" Jake groaned hotly. That mask of his faded away, allowing his mouth to press against your skin. You could feel his hot breath tingle your ear and you could smell liquor and weed all over him.

His hands glided up your legs and to your waist where he gripped your hips tightly. He grinned and pushed you hard against him as he bucked upwards. That drew an involuntary moan from you as fire filled your belly and you became dizzy once more. You could feel his cock through the layers of fabric. He was hard and stiff, hot and pulsing.

"J-Jake... I…" You tried to speak, but his mouth hit a particularly pleasurable spot, and you moaned loudly as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

"I missed you so much. I thought about you everyday that I was away. I know it's hard doing what we do, and you do it here, in this big and dangerous city. I should have told you what I did. It was wrong of me to shield you from that. You had every right to know, and every right to help me if you wished. I am so sorry…" His husky voice started to spill forth the romantic word vomit confessions. His hands had moved quite quickly, and he was far more impatient than in the dream.

You had forgotten how straight to the point he was.

Speaking of points, you could feel his clothed cock nudge at the thin fabric of your suit. The action made you shudder and sent your hips bucking against him. That drew a deep groan from deep within his chest. The sound was carnal, and it shot a bolt of electricity through your body. You ached for him. Every nerve in your body was set on fire, receiving every pleasure response and turning it to overdrive.

And just like that, you had forgotten about the break up. You forgot that you sold or gotten rid of everything he had given you. You forgot that you moved out of his house and into the Sanctum. You forgot about the plan you had explicitly discussed with the wizards and the Spiders.

Alas, when you looked at Jake's face, all you could see was Miguel's.

You could even smell Miguel's scent quite strongly. You weren't sure if that was because you had spent the night fighting crime with him, but it smelled like he was right here in the room with you and Jake.

Were you hallucinating?

That's when the odd nagging and persistent feeling that this was wrong started to rear its ugly head. You should be stopping this from happening.

You turned your face away from Jake, now looking at the cubicles for an escape route as you tried to calm yourself and your breathing. Jake took that as a sign to lean down and go back to your neck, but on the other side from where he started. You squirmed while making a face that read clearly as trying to ignore the pleasurable feelings. It wasn't helping you any that Miguel's scent had somehow gotten stronger and more pungent since you first noticed it. It made your pussy ache with the position you were in.

You were confused.

You were very horny.

You didn't know what to do.

You didn't know what you wanted.

You missed Jake so fucking much.

You didn't want your friends to be disappointed in you.

You didn't want Miguel to think you were weak.

Jake was being very convincing, touching you in all the right places as he ground himself against you. You whimpered and moaned, then tried to push him gently. You tried to turn over to crawl away, maybe tell him to stop, but every time you opened your mouth, Jake would kiss you with a heated passion, like he was dying of thirst and you were his oasis to drink his fill from.

He somehow finally got the hint you wanted to flip onto your hands and knees, but he misread the signs badly. His hands shot out to grab at your hips and he went back to dry humping you like you weren't just trying to escape.

"J-Jake…" You tried to say his name to get his attention, yet it came out as a breathy whisper as his hand dipped into the juncture between your thighs.

"Mierda, you're so wet. You've soaked through your suit." His words made you shudder as his thumb glided over your clit. Jake was wearing the widest grin as he bucked into you. You exhaled as he pressed his gloved fingers against your opening, pushing the fabric in a bit. You mewled for him while his fingers stroked your swollen slit. His other hand came around and down between your legs to grab at your thigh. His fingertips moved, and he let out a chuckle as he found a hidden zipper flap along your inner thigh. The simple touch sent even more jolts of pleasure to your aching core along with the way he was touching you with his other hand.

"Ayo, what's this, then..?" Jake leaned down to whisper in your ear as his thumb found the tiny pull tab and flicked it a few times.

"What's this for? Is this a pocket?"

"N-no… It's, a-ahhh, Jake… It's the zipper for w-when I n-n-need to go to the bathroommm…"

"Oh, my… That's perfect." He groaned and bit your ear lobe. You gasped, feeling his dexterous fingers grab and tug at the zipper. He stopped with his other hand and pulled the fabric away from your skin as he kept unzipping your suit from one thigh to the other.

"Jake, wait. I- ahhh…" Again you tried to speak, to say he needed to hold on so you could discuss things with him, things like boundaries, but he was faster than you.

His fingers had dived into your cunt so fast, you couldn't even finish your sentence and only a strangled moan came out. Obscenely wet sounding noises filled the room as Jake plunged two fingers into your dripping hole while his thumb went straight to your clit. He rubbed where ever he could reach, both inside and out, and somehow managed to find both spots that triggered you to lose your fucking mind.

A long and animalistic moan erupted from your lips as you saw stars. Your eyes had rolled back into your head as your chest fell to the ground, cheek pressed to the cold cement floor as Jake expertly fucked you with his fingers. The scents of the room made your head spin. Jake's and Miguel's, so fucking strong, yet you were only aware of Jake's presence. Drool started to leak from the corner of your mouth as you came and shook.

Images danced in your head of both Jake and Miguel. Your mind couldn't quite decide what it liked more, but you felt like it wasn't fair to Jake. He had no idea that you were picturing another man doing this to you while it happened with him.

Apparently all the noises you were making only fueled Jake's desire more. You could feel one of his hands leave your backside, followed by the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle jingling and a metal zipper being pulled.

"That's my little star. So fucking beautiful."

You should have been panicking, but your body responded by jutting your hips out, presenting your aching need to him as you keened for him to continue.

"Just look at how wet you are for me... All for me." Jake growled as he stared into the darkness of the room, a wicked smirk on his face as he licked his lips.

***

Miguel was awestruck. He couldn't peel his eyes away from the filthy scene that was unfolding before his very eyes. There you were, being man handled by your ex, and you weren't trying to stop him.

A part of him, specifically his hard and throbbing cock, forced him to stay silent as he continued to peep at you through the crack in the cubicle walls. He felt guilty watching you in such an intimate manner, without your knowledge or consent. He told himself he was watching to make sure you were safe and that you wouldn't get hurt, but he fucking near better. He sucked in a breath when you moaned for Jake and he bit his lower lip.

"Mierda, you're so wet. You've soaked through your suit."

Those words hit Miguel harder than they should have. His cock twitched at the mention of just how wet you were. He could smell it wafting off of you and he was starting to drown in it. Jealousy was welling up inside of his chest.

He didn't quite see the desperate look on your face that showed you wanted to get away. Miguel misread that expression as arousal, which quite frankly it was a confused arousal, but arousal all the same. Even when you tried to turn over and get away from Jake, Miguel saw that you were trying to make it easier for the man to have his way with you.

More jealousy and arousal pooled through him as you were tugged against Jake and he pushed himself against you in slow and hard thrusts.

He watched as the other man slid his fingers along your groin, pressing them in, stroking up and down as you moaned. Jake found the zipper and he asked what it was for. You told Jake they were for easy access to using a bathroom without having to disrobe the entire suit, not for this…

This debauchery that was happening.

But now that Miguel knew what those fancy little zippers were there for, he couldn't stop thinking about them. He couldn't stop thinking about how easily you were being seduced by a man that broke your heart with barely a thought to you, when he was there and could offer you all of his spare time, which was a lot of it now that he was a Multiversal refugee.

A small growl came from him as his hand slowly wrapped around his erection through his suit. He gave himself a heavy squeeze as he watched Jake probe at you and unzip your suit. He went slack jawed when he saw Jake grab at your hips and dive his fingers in.

Your reaction was down right delicious.

Just watching how you came undone, dropping to the floor and crying out. That sinful sound made his cock throb and ache. He was now at the point of pulling it from his suit and stroking it in time to the squelching noises that were echoing through the room. Miguel glanced down at his dick in his hand and he could see that it was weeping generously with precome, dripping to the floor and throbbing steadily at every noise you made.

Thoughts of having you in that position clouded his mind as he swept his thumb over the head of his cock. He groaned as he squeezed himself and tugged a bit faster and harder, his balls twitching. Miguel inhaled the smells, and it made him harder as he realized the strongest one was yours. Watching you squirm and shake was making him wish was there instead of Jake.

Movement caught Miguel's eye. He witnessed Jake go for his pants and undo them in a swift motion. The sound of the metal made Miguel's head spin. You were really going to just let this guy have his way with you?

As upset as the thought made him, he continued to watch in morbid fascination. He wanted to know what you looked like while getting railed.

"That's my little star. So fucking beautiful."

Miguel could hear that delicious little whimper that came from you. He saw how you responded to everything. How you were shaking and holding yourself, ready and waiting for Jake to put his cock inside of you.

And then he saw it.

He witnessed Jake pull himself out and slap your ass and pussy with it a few times, the wet noise of skin on skin, your moans, and of course, the feral growl Jake was giving off as he spoke to you.

"Just look at how wet you are for me…"

Miguel groaned at that, giving himself a good stroke as he cupped his balls and gave them a tug. He completely missed the sudden shocked expression on Jake's face that vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

But he didn't miss the way Jake slowly turned his head in his direction, mid-sentence, and grinned wickedly, right at Miguel as Jake's eyes glowed that unnatural white.

Miguel froze and held his breath.

Jake had seen him.

He had to have.

There was absolutely no reason for him to look, otherwise. Miguel waited with baited breath, fully expecting Jake to stop and come at him, but instead, he kept speaking, not letting on to you that he knew someone else was there.

"... All for me."

Jake growled the words as he positioned himself at your waiting hole and slapped your ass with his gloved hand. The sound of it combined with your yowl of pleasure rang out and hit Miguel's ears, making him throb again.

His hand twitched as he witnessed Jake push into you. The way your mouth dropped open and how your back arched as you pushed back to get him deeper, made Miguel grip himself tighter. He could tell that Jake gave no fucks that someone was here, watching him dick you down.

Was he even aware of which one of your friends that Miguel was? Surely he had seen Miguel with you earlier…

Oh God.

He probably did see Miguel! He was with you all night, right up until you went down.

Jake was doing this on purpose.

He was still staring right at Miguel as he moved his hips slowly and deliberately. You kept squirming, panting as Jake ran his palm up your spine and over your suit. Miguel watched, fascinated as you keened and arched even more.

He loved how flexible you were.

"This pretty little pussy missed me that much, huh? Fuuuck. You're the best little cunt this body is ever gonna have."

Jake cooed to you gruffly. His eyes never left the direction where Miguel was.

"Do you know what you do to men like me? You drive them up the fucking wall, mi estrella."

He gave you an extra deep thrust as you panted and pushed back.

"You are so fucking sexy. So tight and hot. Mierda… "

He groaned the words as he snaked his fingers around your neck, giving it a squeeze, right before he pulled you up off of the floor and flush against his chest.

"I love this pussy, and I love you."

Jake said roughly. He started to pick up the pace while his hand slowly moved his fingers up to cup your chin. He turned you to face him and kissed you hungrily, his gaze not once leaving Miguel's.

Jake's hand went to your stomach, and he pressed down as he slammed into your gspot repeatedly. Your vision came back to you, and for a split second, when you looked over at the cubicles, you thought you could see Miguel's mask in the small space between the panels. Your pussy contracted when your eyes landed on one of his eyes, staring right back at you.

"M-mig-gueeel…"

A silent moan escaped your mouth. It was far too quiet for Jake to hear it, with him taking it as sexed out jibberish.

Yet Miguel heard it clear as day. He almost thought he had imagined it, but when Jake bit down into your neck, you wheezed his name again.

"Oh god… Mi-mig-Ahhhl."

In that moment, Miguel witnessed you crack again when an intense orgasm rippled through you. Your body shook, hands gripping Jake's hip and arm, your walls clamping tightly around Jake as you moaned loudly. Jake stilled for a moment while the spasms rocked through your body. You shook for a bit, then collapsed limply in Jake's arms and he held you close to him.

"That's it, hermosa. Te amo… Your walls are squeezing me so good. I could just about pop with the way you're digging your nails into my skin."

Jake leaned down and started to mouth at your neck as he pounded into you harder. You couldn't really see anymore as everything was blurred and full of dots. And there was Jake, bringing you right back to that peak so soon after jumping off. You didn't even fight it.

Miguel couldn't look away. He heard you say his name.

Not once, but twice!

He couldn't begin to describe how that made him feel. You were getting fucked and shown the time of your life, being ravaged by your ex, yet you called out for him.

Him!

The fucking idiot didn't even realize you had done it and just kept going. Miguel groaned, no longer caring that he had been seen, and that you had shown this moment of weakness. The point was, that you hadn't realized you saw him and you didn't know he was there.

And you called out his name, not Jake's!

He gripped himself tightly, stroking and pumping his fist while he watched your face contort and change rapidly. He closed his eyes, picturing himself with you, trying harder as if to make it real, just like in the dream.

The images of you with him made him feel like his life wasn't just a shit show. You made him feel like he belonged somewhere, like he didn't exactly wish to go home. Not anymore. Not only were you beautiful and strong in his eyes, you were smart and funny. You trusted him right away, regardless of the fact that he looked and sounded like Jake.

(Of whom by the way, Miguel would never trust with a ten foot pole with what he had found out about him, and his superhero persona.)

That trust had very quickly melted into infatuation. Maybe it was the slight obsessiveness of watching you and researching all about your Spider-sona. Maybe it was the fact that you were just simply nice to him and treated him like a person that mattered. Either way, he didn't like what Jake was doing. He didn't like the image of you with that man. He decided that Jake didn't deserve you right after meeting you, and seeing this scene play out made him angry that it wasn't him.

Miguel pictured you underneath him, in the same way Jake had you, and he felt his balls twist and pulse in his hand. Just the thought of waking up to your face every morning sent a shudder through his spine. Picturing that leading to morning sex and the loving words of affection that he'd murmur to you.

***

You were soaring so high on that feeling. Everything felt far too good. You hadn't been with anyone since the last time Jake graced your bed chambers, which was on the morning that he had left. Even that little tidbit didn't stop your happiness. You had Jake back now, and he said that he loved you!

More than once!

Maybe he would stay for a while. Maybe he would make things up to you. Maybe you could go back to the way things were, before he packed his bags and left…

***

Miguel was there.

He felt his orgasm coming and he panicked for a split second. He didn't have anything but his suit to catch the mess. In a quick act of thinking, he used his webbing to try and prevent that mess from occurring. His orgasm finally hit him hard and he shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down hard and breaking the skin as he filled the makeshift cloth he had made.

***

You inhaled sharply when Jake groaned loudly and he gave you one last hard and brutal thrust, before he came inside you. You gasped, feeling his spend spurt into you in thick gobs that quickly filled you to the brim and began to trickle out and down your thighs. As he shuddered and kept singing how much he loved you in his native tongue, he rutted and stirred your insides. He was trying to prod you as deep as he could while he emptied every last drop that he had.

Heavy breathing from both of you filled the room. Your heart beat thundered for what seemed like forever, before it slowed as you came down from your high.

Then that quickly trickled away into awareness.

What stopped your happiness and sheer joy, was the sudden image of Miguel's disappointed face appearing in your mind. How you expected him to scowl at you and scold you for what you had done, and how you let him, no, the entire team down for allowing this sleazy mutt to come crawling back into your life.

You realized what you had let happen, and you felt suddenly awful about it. Jake was panting and rubbing your sides as he kissed your neck where he left his mark. He whispered his apologies and held you tightly, rocking back and forth with you, with him still buried deeply inside of your still throbbing cunt.

You closed your eyes, listening to him mumble his thanks and affection to you. The feeling of him fucking into you desperately was both comforting and agonizing, and now that it was over, you sat there filled with regret. You felt the tears welling up behind your closed eyes and you held back the sob from coming out.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

***

Miguel was also in that predicament. He felt terrible for what just happened. He should have shown himself at the beginning and stopped it, but he didn't have the nerve to interfere when you hadn't been aware he was even there to begin with. He was too focused on watching the way you acted while being intimate, and he was not disappointed. He was disappointed it wasn't with him. He was disappointed that he had been a lecherous voyeur.

He looked down at the ruined webbing and made a face. It was a terrible idea, the webbing mixing with his come and creating a globby dripping ball. He saw his mistake. In his haste, he didn't make it tightly sealed. He quickly fixed that problem, by just covering the glob with more webs, until it no longer leaked. He smiled triumphantly and gave one last look at you, seeing your face.

He frowned.

You did not look happy.

You looked like you were going to cry.

***

"Galaxy-Spider!"

You suddenly heard your name being called. It sounded a lot like Gwen's voice. It was far away, like it was coming from the floor above you, her voice echoing down through the venting. You nudged yourself out of Jake's grip and stumbled sideways, hand going to brace yourself against the concrete wall. You huffed and looked down, frowning at the sight.

Your suit was wrinkled in all the wrong places. It had dirt and dust all over it. You were sure there was a tear or two from where you were hit in the head, and of course, when Jake had gripped it so hard. You could see the zipper was okay, and you prayed to the Gods it would zip back up.

"Where are ya, girl?!"

You heard Miles and he sounded closer than Gwen was. You panicked, because he was such a sweet young man, just barely of age. He didn't need to see you like this.

Looking further, you bit your lower lip when you saw the bruises from the night forming on your thighs. Some from patrol, but most of them from Jake. Your eyes flicked to your mound. It was a mess, come dripping down and streaking your legs. You inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm yourself, but all you could smell was spunk and sex.

"I know you're in here! I tracked your phone down!"

Peter yelled. His voice was coming down the hallway and around the corner.

Clean.

You needed to get clean enough to be presentable to the team. Clean enough so that no one would know what just happened. Maybe Jake would just go away after this, and you could pretend it never happened.

In a swift movement, you turned to look at Jake. He was still sitting, but now lazily leaning against the wall. He had one knee up, an elbow placed on it, while the other leg was outstretched on the floor. He had made absolutely no attempt to put his dick away or clean up, and instead, had gone for his cigarettes. He lit one and sighed, looking at you with a pleased grin. You didn't give him any sort of positive expression. You merely leaned down and plucked the pocket square out of his jacket, and began to clean yourself up.

Wordlessly, you did the best that you could to get rid of his evidence on you. You stared at the cloth for a moment and then looked at his face. He knew exactly what you were asking for. Another cloth, which he did not have.

"Use it more if ya have to. Heh." He laughed and shrugged, then waved his wrist as the fabric became clean again.

"I wasn't aware that you were a wizard." You replied as you again went back to cleaning, doing a much better job this time.

"I'm not. My suit is self cleaning. That's part of it." He replied and took a few more puffs of his smoke.

You could hear the voices of your teammates getting closer. It was sending more panic through you. It was even worse that you didn't hear Miguel's voice along with them. Did he run away and leave you to perish?

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Miguel was moving away, retreating out the exit he came in. He knew the hallways went all the way around this room, so he doubled back, dropping his little webbed up package down a garbage disposal unit in the wall, then he went towards the opposite end of the building that Peter and the other Spiders were. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, checking himself in a pane of glass to see if he looked okay, then turned towards where he had just come from.

That's when he started to call out your name.

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"I can use Khonshu's power to clean the suit. If I didn't, it would be red and dark brown all the time." Jake explained. As he spoke, you could hear the muffled sound of Miguel's voice calling out to you. You threw the pocket square on the floor next to Jake, then went about fixing your suit and doing it all back up again. As you did that, you saw that Jake grabbed the cloth and stuck it into his pocket, without cleaning it.

"Then why did you always come home filthy and stinky?" You asked, and again, heard Miguel shout out for you. He was much closer, maybe just down the hall.

"The suit is self-cleaning. It heals me and cleans itself on command. It doesn't bathe me." Jake's answer sounded almost sarcastic, but you could tell he was being truthful.

"Ah. I see. I wish I had a self-cleaning suit."

An uncomfortable silence permeated the room. He just kept puffing away slowly, not moving much as you heard footsteps and Miguel's voice getting closer.

"Put your dick back in your pants."

"My friends don't need to see that shit. And maybe put your mask on and get the fuck to your feet. They know what you look like, but they don't know that you're one of the knights of the moon." You snapped at him, and he scoffed while rolling his eyes.

Jake took one last long drag from his cigarette, then crushed it between his fingers, leaving the bits on the floor. He reluctantly did as you asked, tucking his cock back into his boxers, then standing up to do his belt and pants back up. Just as he did, Miguel got to the room, calling out one last time.

"I'm in here!" You called back with a hoarse voice, then mouthed at Jake to put his mask back on. He did that as well, and didn't say a word as Miguel came strolling into the room and stopping at the doorway.

"Ah, there you are. Are you alright?" He asked as you fidgeted with your hood. You were trying to hide a tear by your neck where Jake had gnawed through the fabric. Miguel's eyes darted to Jake's and he frowned behind his mask. Jake didn't speak, and he crossed his arms and stayed against the wall.

"Y-yeah. A little shaken. MidKnight here helped me out." You motioned to Jake with both hands. They were slightly shaking, as was the rest of you.

Miguel reached out and grabbed your shoulder gently, then tugged you towards him. It was then that your friends arrived through a third side entrance in the room. They watched as Miguel made a show of inspecting your head and when he was finished, he gave a grunt of approval.

"Okay. He's done his job, then. I'll take you from here." Miguel's tone was firm, like he wouldn't allow any sort of protest. Jake just shrugged.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll see ya around, Galaxy-Spider." Jake replied as he picked up his jacket and put it on. He turned away and left, not a sound coming from him as he waved one hand up in the air and sauntered away.

Miguel felt your entire body relax the moment Jake was out of sight. You slumped against him and yawned as you rubbed your eyes. The others started to rapidly ask if you were okay, and what had happened. You barely heard them as you buried your face into his shoulder, trying to shrink away. His heart panged for you, realizing that you didn't exactly give Jake any sort of consent. Jake just took what he wanted from you, with barely any thought of your mental and emotional well being. Miguel could tell you were done for the time being.

You needed rest.

Miguel didn't have the heart to tell you he watched what happened. Instead, he hoisted you up into his arms and turned away from the group.

"She had a nasty blow to the head. She needs to see the doctor and rest." While it was true that you took a hit to the cranium, he knew you were fine. At least physically, anyways. He was hoping you might have the courage to tell Stephen what happened. He felt that it wasn't his place to say anything just yet. He would take you home, talk to the doctor, then stay with you until you awoke.

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Notes:

I made my self so god damned fucking horny writing this chapter and I can't even bang my husband, because of his hip surgery! Please enjoy this and comment! Comments fuel future writings.

This Jake is very proficient with moulding and shaping the suit to his will. I really enjoy him being able to have Steven's suit in a dark grey and shades of black, or the one we see in the comics.

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[0sbrain]

THE EMPANADA WAS CURSED WITH AN ANCIENT EVIL (food poisoning) AND I AM NOW SUFFERING FROM THE WRATH OF THE DEVIL (tummy hurts)

[emperorsfoot]

yes they will, just the opposite way

now Miguel HATES em empanadas! an empanada killed his parents. maybe food poisoning, maybe a filling his parents were allergic too. he's got trauma over it. if Miles offers him an empanada a second time Miguel has a flash back to an empanada killing his parents in the alley behind a movie theater

[george-washingmachine73]

The Madrigal Curse

a cursed/werewolf Luisa AU, inspired by A little bit of sugar (and lots of poison too) by @yellowcry

Heres a bit of chapter one

Alma could remember it clear as day, the moment at the river, she could see the candle grow bright with power, she rememebred the voice in her mind echoing through her skull and reveberating down her spine, overwhelming her without a single noise, it didn't sound like anything, it sounded like everything and the words to describe it escaped her, the words it said deeply imprinted by the resounding silent voice

"we see your sacrifice and grant you this miracle, but be warned, if you forget our mercy you will recieve a punishment just as powerful and unthinkable as our gift, remember the sacrifice made today and never forget it"

as soon as the voice disappeared it was hard to belive it was there at all, nothing she could think of remotely resembled the power of the noise in her mind but the words stayed there, even to this day, even to the day her little nietas door dissolved in front of her, as she watched the faint glow dissipate white hot terror shot up her spine, this was the day the fates threat, or promise, came true.

Alma stood just as shocked as everyone else, staring at the door as her mind raced to find why this had happened, she remebered Pedros sacrifice and did her best to love and appreciate the gifts they were given, what had she done wrong? she was so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't notice when Mirabels lip wobbled and tears filled her eyes, but she was brought back to earth by a small hand clutching hers and a shaky voice talking to her

"abuela, w-why did it disappear? do I-.. w-where's my gift? what did I do wrong?" her voice sounded desperate for any reason, Alma looked down at her and felt an emotion, something resembling fear, how was it possible someone so small could bring destruction upon her family? she opened her mouth and gave an excuse before running to her room, what had she done wrong? More importantly, what would that child become?

10 years later

Luisa was in town still even though it was lunchtime, she hefted the heavy beams over her shoulder and thought about the talk she had with Mirabel, Mirabel told her it was okay to take breaks and could even be healthy, but she didn't need breaks, she was strong, she saw Mirabel heading back up to casita and thought about lunch, she was getting pretty hungry, her stomach had been feeling a little strange all day and thoughts of food filled her mind, arepas and empanadas paraded in her head and some more foods joined them, chorizo, chicharrons, tamales, meat

She stumbled as she was hit by a sudden headache and the last thought interuppted her other ones, taking over her mind for split second before disappearing with her headache, she had had migraines before but this wasnt quite like those, this had been so loud it actually made her stumble a bit, then it dissipated without a trace, she shook her head to clear it and continued carrying the lumber around while trying not to think about it, and back at casita, almost imperceptibly, her door flickered.

Mirabel marched up the path to casita, she knew Luisa intended on skipping lunch again so she was going up grab some for her and talk with abuela about lunch breaks, as she entered casita she saw her mama and abuela at the table and decided now was the perfect time to ask.

"Abuela you know how Luisa likes to skip lunch because she has chores"

"Yes, she's so hardworking and dedicated, I wish more of this family was like her"

Mirabel ignored the small dig and continued "well it's not very good for her, what if we started telling the villagers to not ask her for things around lunch? that way she is energized for the rest of the day"

"If she wanted a break she would take a break, she obviously doesn't need one because she never says no when they ask, you shouldn't try and make decisions for people Mirabel"

Mirabel snorted and barely stopped herself from bringing up Isabela, who was basically forced into a relationship with Mariano

"She doesn't say no because she doesn't want to disappoint you, you have to tell her it's okay to take breaks"

"She's an adult Mirabel, she doesn't need someone else to tell her to take breaks"

Mirabel grumbled and left the room with the extra snacks, not noticing the candle sway as if a soft breath swept over it.

She found Luisa staring at some boulders, her face was blank and stayed so as Mira called her name

"Luisa!"

She didn't respond until Mirabel tapped her on the shoulder

"Oh! Hi Mira, what do you need?"

"I need you to help me finish all this food, I took too much"

"Are you trying to trick me into taking a break again?"

"What? Noooo, this is very important and not an excuse to get you to eat at all"

"...uh huh, I guess I can take a few minutes"

They sat down and dug in but Mirabel noticed Luisa wasn't eating much, hey mind seemed to be elsewhere

"What's wrong Lu, you look out of it"

"Huh? Oh, I'm just not that hungry, I keep getting these weird headaches, they disappear quickly though"

"Okay, what were you staring at those boulders for earlier?"

"I don't know, I was just walking when a headache came, when I opened my eyes I was at those boulders and my mind felt a little fuzzy, it's been a weird day"

"Did you get enough sleep last night? Don't try to lie because I will ask Dolores"

"I'm pretty sure I did, I'll try to get more tonight, don't worry about me hermanita, maybe I just have a bug or something, we can go talk to mama once I'm done chores"

Mirabel agreed and they finished eating lunch together, Mirabel headed back up to casita while Luisa started on chores again, she was lifting the church and thought it was funny how the large silver bell rang with each step she took, but it soon shifted to annoyance as the reverberations echoed in her mind, bouncing around until it was all she could hear, her arms hurt and her legs felt heavy, why was she feeling like this? What was going on?

Right as she was about to go insane from the incessant ringing she saw that this was where she had to put it down, she basically dropped it, desperate to get away from its metallic cries, but it's rough landing caused a final and resounding DING that made her fall to her knees, now that she wasn't underneath the church its noise became louder, she could basically feel the sound waves throughout her body and as they passed through a cry of pain accompanied them, some of the fingers still under the church were flattened into the ground as she pulled them out, the last three fingers on her right hand were a bloody pulp, she could see bone shards sticking out in some spots, how did that happen? She was tougher than steel.

The pain radiated in waves as she slowly got to her feet, she sprinted to where her mama should be in town and quickly found her tending to another man who had a gash along his arm, the smell of his blood hit her nose almost instantly and made the hair on her neck stand up and her eyes dilate, she stiffened and let out involuntary growl when the wound closed and the blood disappeared, as the scent disappeared so did her momentary stiffness, her mama touched her arm and brought her back to reality as the man left the tent

"Are you alright mija? Do you have a fever? You looked strange when you came in, I can't quite put my finger on it though"

"I'm okay mama, I don't really know what came over me, its just been a really weird day, I keep getting all these headaches and my stomach rumbles but I don't want to eat much, then this happened while I was carrying the church"

She revealed her throbbing fingers and her mama gasped

"Ay mija! How did this happen? eat this right away" she stuffed an arepa into her daughters mouth

"Gracias mama, but I still don't know how, I thought I couldn't get hurt" her voice started to shake a little

"It's okay mija, it'll be okay"

Her mama stroked her hair and reassured her while her fingers healed, then they headed up for supper after agreeing Luisa was done with chores for today.

When they sat down Luisa still looked out of it, she held her head and rubbed her temples to try and relieve the pressure within, but to no avail, her stomach rumbled but none of the baked goods in her plate looked appetizing, she didn't know if she'd be able to eat at all until a new smell entered her nose, her mama brought out a tray of meat and Luisa actually started drooling while staring at it, she wanted to tear into it so badly but she barely managed to hold herself back.

After they said grace Luisa immediately grabbed some meat off the plate with her hands, not caring about the temperature, and her family looked at her strangely, her sister spoke up

"Chill out Lu, the meat isn't going anywhere, did you even wash your hands before this?"

"Yeah, slow down a little, this is what you get for not eating lunch" her other sister joined in

She smiled sheepishly "sorry guys, just really hungry"

The family seemed to accept this and went back to loading their own plates, Luisa forced herself to cut it into small bites instead of wolfing it all down at once and the hunger in her stomach seemed to subside a little, she tried to take a bite out of some of the vegetables on her plate but they tasted like sawdust so she spat them out and reached for another helping of meat.

When dinner was done people started heading to their rooms, leaving Julieta, agustin, and their daughters to clean up dinner tonight, Luisa was reaching up to put some plates away when things suddenly got blurry in front of her, an intense headache gripped her and didn't leave this time, getting worse by the second instead, she collpased to the ground with her hands on either side of her head and cried out in pain, the plates she was holding fell and shattered on the floor and her mama rushed to her side

"What's wrong mija!?"

Luisa let out another groan of pain in response, her skin felt like it was being stretched and all of her muscles felt strained, threatening to tear at any moment. Her mama stuffed some food in her mouth but she spat it out, unable to chew from the intense pain in her mouth, then she smelled something that gave her a moment of lucidity, her eyes snapped open and quickly found the source, a cut on Mirabels arm with blood seeping from it, as Luisa watched and smelled the blood she felt the urges in her stomach grow, she weakly reached for Miras arm against her own will and growled when she recoiled away, she was losing control of herself with each passing second, she needed to get out of here before she did something she would regret.

She managed to get to her feet and pulled out of her worried familys grasp, Pepas side of the family had joined them, summoned by the commotion, Luisa looked at the people watching her and her head buzzed with pain, everything sounded a little fuzzy and it hurt, her ears could hear so much, too much, it overwhelmed her, her nose picked up a thousand different scents along with the prominent stench of blood, her breath came in sharp heavy pants, and before anyone could stop her she bolted out of casita and into the dark night.

[mileena--kahnumm]