#shout out to the poll baes

[str4ngr]

boiling blood makes caramel [ miguel o’hara ]

shoutout to the poll voters, this is for you babes

cw: suggestive, angry/stressed miguel, gn!reader is also his fiancée, slight gore [ blood, but sexy, yk? ], foul language

Never did Miguel come home so restless, so pissed he felt like he could snap a man [ a very specific mans ] spine. It wasn’t a side that he wanted to show his cute little fiancée, the adorable figure that made that anger turn into a different kind of passion. And who was he to resist when you had your back turned to him, hair pulled away, revealing your adorable nape, smooth, supple, and so delectable? His steps were quiet, trying not to disturb your peaceful figure as you carefully mixed your afternoon coffee, humming that cute little tune with your cute little voice. 

God, you had him fucking addicted to you, and you didn’t even know it.

You lazily spun you spoon in your mug, thoughts scattered, but always drawing back to one topic, “Miguel...” You whisper mindlessly, oblivious to devil behind you back you just frightened. 

“You must love to speak of the devil,“ His voice ranging in your head as his tongue traced your earlobe, his coy tone making you weaken to his presence.  His arms tightly wrapping around you waist, giving you no escape, not that you particularly wanted one. 

“Miguel!“ You whisper in surprise, stammering to find something to say. He smirks, hands delicately tracing your figure as if they don’t already have it memorized. He lets his lips curl into a sly smile against your supple flesh, his tongue still tracing the folds of your ear, slowly dragging down your neck. He hums, enjoying the way you tremble, your body unable to expect his next move. 

His hands teasingly slipped under your loose top, rather his, gently caressing your warm skin, putting no effort into preventing his sharpened claws from leaving such a provocative trail, your body rising with goosebumps, the familiar feeling of boiling blood running up your spine, filling your pretty little head with lust. And as his hands rose, the intoxication of desire became unbearable, in combination to the way his fingers flicked, twisted, and pulled your blushing nipples, teasing your skin as his tongue swirled circles, his lips following suit in sharp kisses.

“Ai, lo siento, Cariño,“ Miguel’s voice turns into white noise to your depraved mind, forgetting the coffee that warmed your shaking palms, all to let out lewd noises at the numbing sensation of his fangs, gently sinking into your neck. 

He savors your blood, letting the ruby fluid turn to caramel on his tongue, his teeth providing salacious holes on your neck, an open feed for his greedy lips, his carnal desire to devour you overtaking his rationality. 

His voice was muffled, his erotic whispers melting into moans at the taste of your hot blood. His arms firmly held you weakening body against his, feeling as your body surrendering to his gentle venom. Miguel’s yearning was more than tangible, his sultry voice echoing in your adorably delirious head,

“¿Demasiado, Paloma?”

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this was so hard to type w/o my index finger omg, i cut that hoe open n this is my punishment, but anything for miggy ❤︎❤︎

translation

1. Ah, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, 2. Too much, Dove?

also r.i.p to native speakers have mercy on my ass spanish.

directory

[bloodlinesgirly]

deal?-Jey Uso

warnings: smut

jey uso x reader (no use of y/n)

halfway proofread cuz i cannot read my own writing (sorry)

word count: 1159

sassy men apocalypse…

a/n: one thing abt this haircut is it’s gonna get me EVERYTIMEEE…i have a couple more works in progress but jey won the poll and i was ready to write for someone other than roman😭

“damnnnn bae” jey whistled, grabbing your hand to spin you around. your dress hugged your ass, flaunting your curves. it rode up a little as you spun, the hem now ending high on your thighs.

“you like it?” you grin.

“damn right i do…now go change” he chuckled with his usual goofy grin still plastered on his face. your eyebrows crinkled in confusion as you look up at him slowly.

“uhhhh no?” you cocked your head and crossed your arms, huffing a laugh.

“uhhhh yes.” he mocked you.

jey will always throw your attitude right back in your face. catch an attitude with him and you're getting it back 10x worse. it’s almost like a competition between the two of you. one that he almost always wins.

“where you think your goin’ like that anyways? showin off what’s mine” he eyes you up and down before patting your thigh.

“lunch.” you answer shortly and turn away from him, swaying your hips as you walk towards the doors of your closet.

“i hope yo’ sexy ass is goin to find somethin else to wear…” he shouted from behind you.

you searched the floor of the large closet, trying to find shoes casual enough for lunch with some friends. heavy footsteps approached behind you, you ignored them, slipping on a pair of sneakers.

“look at this one right here.” jey grabbed one of the many outfits he’s bought you “still got the tags on it and everything” he held the 2 piece up to your body, a gray pair of pants from skims along with the matching crewneck.

“i told you im not changing” you push his hands away from you, shaking your head with a smirk.

“y’know what…fine” jey shrugged, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, his breath hot against your ear. “you wanna go out like that? then you gon go out with my nut drippin out that pussy.” he growls. your throat goes dry at his words, you suck in a sharp breath.

“sound like a deal baby?” his voice is enough to make your knees quiver, his hand travels down your waist, tugging your dress up over your hips as you nod.

“i need a yes.” his hands glide over the tops off your thighs causing goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“fuck…jey i have to go” you answer, turning your head to meet his lips. his lips are soft against yours and you can taste his toothpaste as he groans into your mouth. he pulls your underwear to the side so he can drag his two middle fingers through your wetness.

“you ain’t have to do anything.” he pushed his fingers in to the knuckle, pumping them in and out carelessly. your hips jutted forward causing his palm to rub against your clit. your eyes fluttered shut as a quiet moan escaped your lips. “you want me to stop?” he whispered, placing a kiss below your ear. you shake your head,

“keep goin’ baby”

your body was hot, his touch lighting a fire beneath your skin.

jey has always loved the way your body reacted to him, whether it was the way your muscles relaxed into his touch or the way your pussy soaked at the sight of him, he loved all of it. he walked you to one of the dressers, his hand flattening in the curve of your back to bend you over it. the thin fabric of your underwear was thrown to the side, he watched your hole spasm around nothing, begging to suck him into your warm embrace.

“yeah…look at this pussy beggin for daddy” he spread you open with his thumbs, spitting into your pussy. his hands tugged at his jeans, you heard jey sigh as his dick hit the cool air. he stroked himself a few times before his tip pressed against you. he watched your hole stretch to his size, squeezing him tightly as he rocked his hips into you.

“ohfuckkk” your voice shook with a whimper. the discomfort dissolved quickly, leaving you an absolute mess. your body shook with every thrust, his tip pressing hard against your cervix, along with his length snug against your g spot spot. your mouth hung open, moans and incoherent praises leaving your lips.

“ss-so fucking good jey…” his pressed down your lower back to fix your arch. just that simple change alone shoved his cock deeper. your body jolted to try and escape the pressure.

“shit baby…daddy’s deep in that pussy huh? quit runnin and take it like a big girl.” jey gripped your hips hard making you fuck him back with each thrust. tears streamed down your face, ruining any chance of your makeup surviving. he smacked the side of your ass hard, pulling a yelp-like moan from your throat. his fingers soothed the mark his hand had left, the gentleness of his touch contrasting with the austerity of his hips pounding against you.

“i c-cant…nmf-too much” you shook your head as you babbled. jeys hands stayed firm on your hips, not letting up.

“nah, you can. now go ahead an cum for me.” he ordered, reaching a hand between your thighs to rub your clit harshly. gravelly moans ripped through you and your body convulsed as you came. aftershocks still coursed through you as his thumb and index finger gripped your cheeks, pressing his chest to your back. he left sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck.

“atta girl…good job, beautiful.” his hips still moved relentlessly. your wetness squelched with every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. your bodies were slick with sweat, sticking together every time your skin met.

“m’close baby” jey breathed out, slamming himself into you one last time before grinding his cock into you, his fat tip rutting against your spot. the groans he let out were almost animalistic as he came. his body stilled, pressed against you he could feel you tremble along with the fast pace of your heartbeat.

“you okay?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to you shoulder. you nod, looking back at him with a dazed smile.

jey pulled out, collecting the cum dripping down your thighs onto his fingertips. he presses them into you, handing you your underwear that had been tossed to the floor earlier. you looked at him confused. “fix your face and go have fun with your friends…” he gestured towards your phone which was ringing, your best friends name on the screen along with a couple texts. “…those best be messy when you get back” he kisses you on the cheek as you slide your underwear up your legs. you shivered at the feel of his cum dripping out of you.

“jey cmon you-“ you started before he cut you off.

“nuh uh, we had a deal baby.” he runs his hand over your clothed pussy, feeling the warmth of his mess.

“love ya” he laughed, slapping your ass and leaving you to get yourself together.

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A Darker Curse

Also on Fanfiction.net and A03

Chapter 14: Desperate Souls

The last thing he remembered was raising his cane to this man and then the rage took over. It blinded him to the point that he was only vaguely aware that he was beating the crap out of him. It wasn't until his own son was pulling him away from the man that he realized what had happened.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Neal demanded to know, as Emma checked on his victim.

"I want him...arrested!" Keith rasped, as he looked up at them with a bloodied face.

"Relax...I'll take care of him. Your injuries aren't too serious, but you need to go to the hospital. I'll call a bus," Emma said, as she met Neal's gaze and he got her drift, as he slowly led his father out to the patrol car.

"Hey...what do I tell my boss about the damage?" the bartender questioned.

"Tell him to file a claim. His insurance probably has coverage for this sort of thing," Emma answered, as she called for an ambulance.

"Do I even want to know why you were beating the crap out of that guy?" Neal asked.

"He's scum...back in our land he's…" Gold started to say, but his son cut him.

"I don't care who he was back there!" Neal shouted, silencing him.

"You know, Emma was trying to tell me how you had changed and how you were actually helping her Dad without expecting anything. But now I'm not sure I can believe that!" Neal snapped.

"Bae please...you don't understand…" Rumple pleaded.

"Neal...it's Neal now," he corrected.

"And you're right...I don't get why you were beating the crap out of someone, but it just feels like more of the same from you," he spat, as Emma approached. The ambulance was just leaving and she sighed.

"You know, I don't have a choice, right?" she asked him regrettably. He nodded stiffly.

"Why are you showing him sympathy?" Neal questioned.

"Because despite the fact that beating the crap out of some guy is a really bad move...he's still allied with me and my parents against Cora," Emma replied, as she put him in the backseat. Neal sighed.

"Emma...he'll turn on you the moment it suits him. I've seen him do it," he argued.

"Yep and so have my parents. Cora is still the common enemy," Emma argued back.

"Emma...people fear him for a reason and I'm sorry, but your parents are foolish if they don't," Neal said, but that was the wrong thing to say, as she looked at him sharply.

"That's...that's not what I meant. I just...making deals with him never works out well for those on the other end, unless he's going to get something from it," he stammered.

"And at this point, I don't care if he gets to rule the world out of it, because getting my father back and making Cora pay is all we really care about right now," Emma admitted. Neal sighed.

"Look, I'm arresting him and I'm going to interrogate him when we get back to the station. What more do you want? A public lynching?" she asked.

"Of course not," he answered, as they got in the car.

"Care to share why you went postal on that guy?" Emma inquired.

"Not really," Gold responded.

"Try again," Emma pressed and he sighed in exasperation.

"He accosted a woman...let's leave it at that," he answered. She shrugged.

"Maybe if it wasn't you, then I could. But you're not Prince Charming. I know, because he's my Dad and it would be like him to beat the crap out of a guy for assaulting a woman, though probably not quite as badly as you did. But he's not a stranger to a giving a punch in the face when it's needed," Emma countered, which allowed Gold a small smirk of satisfaction. He appreciated her knowledge of her own history. Snow had done well in that.

"Unless it is your mother that's accosted," he countered back. She gave a nod of acknowledgement.

"Maybe, though my Mom does a lot of her own punching. Which makes me think that a beating like that means you have a history with this woman," Emma said, as they arrived at the station and marched him inside.

"Come on Emma...my Dad is the Dark One. He doesn't have history with any women," Neal argued.

"How the hell would you know?" she argued back and he realized that he wouldn't, so she continued once he closed his mouth.

"Are you really going to make me talk about this?" Gold asked.

"Yeah...because if it involves Cora, even indirectly, we need to know," Emma responded. He sighed.

"The woman is someone I once...cared for very much. Due to Cora's deception and interference, I believed her to have died before the curse," he explained. It was vague, but would be enough to convey why there was anger there.

"And now she just pops up here after all these years and without her memories, I assume?" Emma questioned. He nodded curtly.

"Convenient...but not sure why Cora would want to piss you off more by letting you know about her," the blonde said.

"I thought the same. But then she planned to have my son to use against me. That part just didn't work out for her," he reminded.

"Right…" Emma agreed.

"So then this Keith guy was probably trying to pick her up and it pissed you off," she surmised.

"Something like that and he's not just some guy. He was the Sheriff of Nottingham back in our land," Rumple told her.

"Seriously? That guy?" Emma asked and Gold nodded.

"Yes and trust me...no one would miss him," he replied.

"You know you can't use that as justification to beat the crap out of him," she chided.

"Actually, I could probably make a good case for that with him, but I'd rather just post my bond and go home," he replied.

"Yeah...and I have to wait for Albert Spencer to look over the case since he's our wonderful district attorney and knowing Cora, she's going to press him to deny bond," she admonished.

"The good news is that in less than twenty-four hours, we're electing a new Mayor so we can only hope it's Regina and then she can force him to plead your case down. Until then...I have to lock you up," she said regrettably. He nodded and walked into the cell.

"Well, then Cora better find a really good hiding place when she and your mother win tonight's election," he mused. She smirked.

"You seem confident that it's in the bag," she mused back.

"Well, the people in this town may fear Cora, but they fear me more...and my support is behind Regina. They'll vote accordingly," he boasted and she shook her head with a smirk.

"Or maybe they'll vote for Regina and my mother, because they actually want change and see a way out from Cora," she argued.

"Same thing," he argued back, while Neal watched the casual and somewhat friendly exchange between them with fascination. He knew his father was good at swaying people to do what he wanted, but this was Emma and she was far from easy to do this to. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around this repartee that his father seemed to have with Emma's family and he wasn't sure what exactly to make of it. His father couldn't have changed. It wasn't possible with him being the Dark One. Power controlled him. It was all he cared about. Surely when he got power back or worse actual magic, he was certain his true colors would return and Neal was going to be ready to call him on it when he did.

~*~

Mary stirred and opened her eyes, quickly noticing that she and David had fallen asleep together on the couch. It was innocent of course and she had slept better in his arms here than she ever would have alone in her bed.

"Good morning…" he said softly, as he gazed at her with a smile.

"Good morning…" she said fondly, as she gazed up at him and stretched.

"You know...I'm going to miss working with you at the shelter once you start your new job as Deputy Mayor," he mentioned. She looked at him coyly.

"Regina and I have to get elected first," she reminded.

"Please...this election is just a formality. Trust me, this town finally has the chance to vote Cora out. Regina is definitely going to win," he replied.

"Hopefully...but at least we still get to come home to each other at night and I'm sure as Deputy Mayor, I can find the time to come have lunch with the man I love," she mused, as she gently caressed his face. He smiled softly at that and the way his heart skipped a beat when she said that. He responded by initiating a kiss with her and they smiled at each other once their lips parted and they heard the baby on the monitor. They also heard Emma groan and stumble into his room. They weren't sure when she had gotten in, but from the sounds of it, hadn't been very long.

"I better go help her out. You can have the shower first," she said, as she kissed him quickly and hurried upstairs to help her daughter. David smiled at her, before taking Wilby out and then returning to clean up for the day.

~*~

Regina stood in front of her vanity, as she finished getting ready for the day. She put her earrings on and straightened her dress, before taking a deep breath. This was it. Tonight the town would vote. She would debate her mother in front of the entire town and then they would go to the polls directly after that.

"You shouldn't be nervous," a male voice said, as Ethan put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She smiled and turned so she could kiss him properly.

"Normally, I'd agree, but this is my mother we're talking about. She's not above playing dirty to get what she wants," she reminded. He shrugged.

"No doubt, I'm sure...but I have a good feeling about tonight. The people want change," he replied. She smiled.

"I hope you're right," she said, as they kissed again.

"Are you sure you have to go in today?" he asked in a husky tone.

"I assure you that she does," an unwelcome voice sounded from the door that they somehow hadn't heard open.

"Mother…" Regina hissed, as she fumed at the intrusion.

"Ah...guess that's my queue to get dressed," he said, as he made his way to the bathroom.

"I can't believe you…" Regina growled, as she stormed out of her bedroom and downstairs.

"It is one thing for you to barge into my home unannounced, but into my bedroom!" she hissed, as she went to the kitchen to turn on the morning coffee.

"Seems like I came just in time. I understand the need for comforts of the flesh, darling, but a bartender?" Cora said in a disapproving tone.

"Last time I checked, I do not need to run whom I date by you and you know damn well that he's more than a bartender," she hissed in a hushed tone.

"Oh yes...the thief you married and shamed your family with," Cora hissed back.

"I love Robin and you took him away from me during the curse, but it's going to come to an end. And then you're going to pay for everything you've done...especially for what you've done to Snow and David," Regina promised. Cora smirked.

"We'll see," she replied and Regina narrowed her gaze on her mother. She knew that look. It usually meant that her mother knew something that she didn't.

"I came here to offer you one last chance to stop this foolish attempt to unseat me, but I see that it's a waste of time," Cora stated.

"You're here because you're worried," Regina said. But Cora didn't betray any emotion in her expression.

"Tread lightly Regina. None of this will end the way you think it will and I won't be able to protect you...or your family from the consequences," Cora warned. A shiver ran down Regina's spine at that. There it was...the not so thinly veiled threat at her family, which meant Snow, David, Emma, August, and little David were her intended targets.

"You've hurt them enough, mother. You've ripped that family apart and Snow and David have both suffered enough," Regina pleaded.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong. It will never be enough for that wretched little Princess. I won't stop until she's groveling at my feet, begging me to stop torturing her family and I am grinding her bones to dust…" Cora hissed. Regina swallowed and could not keep the look of horror from her features.

"How the hell did you get like this?" she uttered.

"I'll see you tonight at the debate," Cora said simply, as she walked out and pulled out her cell phone.

"The plan is a go...it needs to happen today," she said simply, before hanging up.

~*~

Snow had spent the morning and the better part of the afternoon running errands around town, as she prepared for the debate and election that evening. Regina was facing off against her mother and though they were both fairly confident about her speech, she wanted her sister to have the whole day uninterrupted to prepare. Regina had warned Snow to be careful, because she was certain her mother was planning something shady. Snow had no doubt of that, but thankfully, she had made through all her errands without incident and they were ready for tonight. It was getting late in the day, so she decided to grab a couple of cocoas and then head to the animal shelter. Then she and David could go to City Hall together.

"Thanks Ruby," she said, as she picked up the drink tray and started off that way, just as she a text from August, telling her he was heading to City Hall early to start covering the whole event. She one handed texted that she loved him and would see him there, before she rounded the corner to cut through the alley that led to the animal shelter on a parallel street. But the hair stood up on the back of her neck, as she found Sidney Glass standing in her way. She looked behind her and sure enough, saw two men that were obviously muscle.

"She must really be worried if she's pulling a stunt like this," she commented, but Glass only smirked.

"Let's make this easy, Ms. Swan," he said.

"Oh, I don't do easy," she replied, as she tossed the cups containing the hot liquid at him. He cried out in pain, as the hot liquid made contact with his hands and face, while the two goons grabbed her and tried to restrain her, as she fought. She tried to scream, but one put his hand over her mouth. She responded by biting him and he recoiled, before shoving her into the wall. She hit it hard and her vision blurred, thanks to the contusion on her forehead now and slumped to the ground. She watched them through bleary eyes, as their voices sounded like they were underwater.

"Taking her to the library is too risky. Change of plans...take her out into the woods. We'll deal with her there," Sidney said. Snow vaguely felt herself being lifted up and carried away, before passing out.

~*~

David was about to clock out for the day when the vet called him into his office.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Dalton?" he asked. The man sighed and nodded, as he motioned for him to come in.

"Yes David, please sit down," he requested and the blonde obliged.

"There is no easy way to say this, David, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to let you go," he announced. David was stunned, but kept his composure and nodded.

"I see. May I ask why? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"No...you are really good with the animals, but I'm just not sure you're the right fit for this job anymore," Mr. Dalton said, clearly very uncomfortable about what he was having to do. David nodded.

"Or maybe it's because the bank owns the loan on this place, right?" David asked and the vet looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He opened his mouth, but David put his hand up.

"It's okay...I don't blame you. One employee certainly isn't worth risking your business over. I'll get my things," David said sadly, as he left quietly. He really loved working with the animals and would miss it, but he wasn't going to buckle under what he knew as a blatant attempt by his soon to be ex-wife to get him to come running back to her. Once he had a small box packed up with his few belongings he kept at work, he made his way out to his truck, only to find Kathryn waiting for him there. He sighed and shook his head, almost angrily, as he ignored her and put the box in the cab.

"David…" she said.

"Just save it," he snapped and she was taken aback by his obvious anger. She did not like this new side of him at all.

"You know what you need to do to get your job back," she said simply. He snorted derisively.

"Yeah...just come crawling back to you, right?" he asked rhetorically.

"Well, you can forget it. I loved this job, but I love my new life more, so go to hell," he responded and she grabbed his arm, squeezing it as hard as she could.

"Dammit David...you will not talk to me like that! You are mine," she warned, as she scrambled to hold onto him. She wasn't even sure why she kept after him when it was so obvious that he loathed her. She was humiliating herself, but Cora had drilled it into her that she had to somehow get David back into her bed, so she had come up with this as a way to do it. But unfortunately for her, it wasn't working and she was just coming off desperate and crazy. She heard the whispers about her. While she was desperately trying to convince them that Mary Margaret Swan was a whore and a tramp, most could only talk about how she was desperate, delusional and a stalker. Cora had insisted though that they would stop seeing her that way if she tore David away from his tramp girlfriend, but nothing was working and she was frantic. And strangely, she was not so worried about the part of David's rejection, but about the part where Cora would be livid with her failure.

"You need to get him back, Kathryn...it's imperative. If you don't...bad things might happen to your father's reputation if certain things came to light," Cora had warned her earlier. Kathryn knew that if Regina beat her mother out as Mayor that all the favors her family garnered would go away. Add to that, Regina would only be too happy to air her family's dirty laundry to August Swan to publish in the Mirror. Essentially, her father had purchased her husband for her and Albert Spencer had sold his step-son. Like property. If it got out...well, she wasn't even sure what the ramifications against her family would be.

"For the last time...I am not yours. I don't care what that piece of paper says," he snapped.

"The only piece of paper I care about between us now is the divorce decree that I'll soon have," he added, as he opened the door to the cab.

"David please...if that gets out…" she started to say, but he interrupted her.

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to know you were sold like a piece of meat?" he snapped, but then shook his head.

"Of course you don't. I was just a kid when all that went down, but I'm finally going to own my own life for the first time and there is nothing you can do to stop me now," he told her.

"You were nothing before me!" she snarled. But he smirked.

"Yeah and two months ago, I probably would have believed you when you said that. But not anymore," he said, as he was about to continue unloading on her, but he suddenly got a funny feeling. He felt a few raindrops hit his skin and the hair on the back of his neck stood up, as he quickly got in the truck.

"David...this isn't over!" she shouted, as it started to pour rain.

"Yes, it is...and I need to find the woman I love," he shouted back, as he took off in the truck. For some reason, he suddenly had a deep, gut feeling that something was wrong. He felt it in his bones like nothing he had ever felt or so he thought. Mary Margaret was in trouble...he didn't know how he knew, but he knew and he had to find her...