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#spiderverse spoilers#across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse spoilers#ats spoilers#IM TRYING TO COVER ALL MY BASES#anyway at this moment I lost my shit but to be fair#I lost my shit at a LOT of moments#like AAAAAA#spiderverse#there were so many times there was a reveal and I GASPED out LOUD#ALSO THE FUCKING ENDING????? HELLO?????? GOD???? ANYONE?????#also. Pavitr Prabhakar my beloved.#OH HOBIE MY FUCKING BELOVED TOO
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downstairs - Chris Sturniolo
summary: bestfriend!chris absolutely blowing your back out while his brothers are just downstairs.
contains: dom!chris, bsf!chris, roughhhh sex, degrading, fluff, overstimulation.
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9:12pm
it all happened so fast, one second you were sitting on the couch, with nick, matt and chris, all calmly watching a movie, the next he was texting you very suggestive messages.
'i need you'
'im so fucking hard under this blanket y/n.'
'you'd meet me upstairs wouldn't you?'
you didnt say no though, infact you were excited by this idea..
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i clear my throat, "im just gonna start getting ready to go home, goodnight guys!" i lie straight through my teeth to matt and nick, grabbing my phone and rushing upstairs, giving chris the look over my shoulder.
my heart thumps wildly in my chest, the thought of having sex with chris just felt so wrong, but also insanely right,
i swing open chris's bedroom door, before the sound of chris's footsteps fill my ear.
he follows straight after me, entering his bedroom before shutting the door and twisting the lock.
he stares at me with a look in his eyes ive never seen before, he looks almost deseperate.
my eyes trail down to the very large tent in his sweatpants, i reach my hand out and drag my nails over it, causing chris to suck in a sharp gasp.
i hum, "who's this for?" i ask, but he instantly cuts me off. he presses his lips to mine, his hand finding its way to the back of my hair and tangling his fingers through the strands.
i jump up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as i moan softly into his mouth.
after a second he pulls away
"we really doin' this?" he asks as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
i nod with a small hum, "no strings attached." i whisper.
a smirk grows on his face, "yeah? jus' wanna fuck your best friend for the fun of it, dont you?"
i nod happily, a smile growing on my face.
"naughty girl," he tuts.
he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.
he reaches round a hand and unclasps my bra, with no struggle it instantly drops onto the floor.
my lips part, a small scoff leaving them. "how many times have you done that christopher." i laugh
"don't worry 'bout it." he grins, staring obviously at my bare chest.
âtake it off.â he mumbles as he stares at my shorts.
i nod nervously tugging them down along with my panties, leaving me fully revealed in-front of him.
itâs somewhat humiliating, he is fully dressed and iâm just naked in front of him.
he smiles, reconnecting our lips and pressing my back up against the wall.
i pant heavily into his mouth as his knee slowly nudges my legs apart.
chris quickly breaks away from the kiss to pull off his shirt.
âplease chris.â i mutter, my legs aching from how needy i am for him.
âplease what?â he taunts,
âplease fuck me..â i whisper,
he nods, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his fully hard erection springing out.
his tip is raw and pink, precum smeared all over it from how long heâs been hard in his boxers.
i stare down at it, âbig..â i mumble, trying not to flatter him too much.
he hums, âbet you canât wait to feel it in you, fuck.â he mumbles.
he picks me up again before throwing me down onto the matress. i land on my back with a small huff, chris looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.
âturn over.â he whispers, practically inaudible.
âhuh?â i cock my head,
âturn. around.â his voice his deeper now, more commanding.
i nod flipping over onto my stomach.
he grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. i let out a small yelp as my body drags over the sheets
âhands and knees, câmon.â chris mumbles,
i blush furiously as i get up on my hands and knees, my ass right infront of him.
âlook at that.â he whispers,
he suddenly brings his hand down onto my ass, a loud slap. i yelp, a gasp leaving my lips.
he rubs over the red skin he just hit, before delivering another firm spank to me.
i let out a mix between a moan and a whine, the stinging prominent on my sensitive skin.
he delivers one last hard slap, the noise ringing out through the room.
âso fuckinâ hot, jesus.â chris breathes,
âyouâve done this before yeah?â he asks, rubbing the plush skin of my ass.
i nod, âyes yeah-â i whisper.
âgood, not gonna hold back on you, you know that right?â he asks,
i nod again, my arousal leaking out of my sensitive hole.
âgonna be nice and quiet for me aswell, nick and matt are downstairs, donât want them to know youâre getting ruined in here.â chris warns,
âpromise..â i whisper, arching my back in his face.
i feel his tip gently press at my hole, lining himself up.
âdeep breath.â chris whispers, i comply, sucking in a deep breath.
suddenly, he slams his whole length into me.
all the air is knocked from my lungs as i let out a loud yelp, my eyes squeezing shut.
every last inch of him, slammed inside of me at once.
âchris- chris too much-â i squeal, burying my face in the sheets.
âhm? donât like me so deep?â he whispers,
i stay silent, i do, i do like him so deep.
he doesnât waste time to instantly start thrusting fast, i moan loudly into the matress, clutching the fabric with my hands as i scream his name.
his tip slams against my cervix repeatedly, god it hurts, but in the best way possible.
chris is big, heâs stretching me out so much, not to mention the fact heâs also going crazy fast.
his hands reach down and slap across my ass,
âsuch a fuckinâ slut arenât you? getting fucked absolutely dumb while my brothers are downstairs?â chris taunts, his voice low and gruff.
i let out a needy noise in response,
âbet you want them to hear, donât âcha. want them to hear how good iâm making you feel.â he speaks, delivering another firm smack to my ass
i can feel his dick in my actual stomach, i donât think anything has ever been this deep inside of me.
chrisâs long hands drag down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
i can feel the chain on his wrist dragging against my flushed skin,
âchris- chris please- please slow down.â i wail, completely unfocused on trying to stay quiet.
âshut up, take it, you know you can.â he instantly snaps back, earning a loud groan from me
his hips repeatedly crash into mine, my cheek is pressed against the blankets on the bed as drool leaks out of my mouth.
he reaches his hand down into my hair, tugging on the strands and twisting it into a makeshift ponytail.
he tugs on this âponytailâ heâs made, lifting my face from the blankets,
my moans are no longer muffled by the fabric,
he pulls slightly harder on my hair, gripping low down so it doesnât actually hurt me, which is ironic considering the fact he wonât slow down. iâm not complaining though.
my back arches even harder, my eyes welling with tears at the unimaginable pleasure.
i hear him let out a low chuckle from behind me, âare you seriously fucking drooling?â
my cheeks flush red as i reach a shaking hand up to my mouth, wiping it quickly before instantly slamming it back down onto the matress, trying to keep myself up.
âchrisssâŠâ i whine loudly,
âshh, sh.â he shushes me,
he suddenly lets go of my hair, letting my face fall foward into the sheets again.
i can finally let out more lewd noises with my face smushes into the blankets.
âiâm so close- please please..â i cry out,
he suddenly pulls out, my stomach instantly feeling empty and my hole fluttering around nothing.
âchris!!â i cry out again, making him laugh.
he is just so mean.
âturn over.â he speaks firmly, his voice very subtly shaking.
i roll over, my whole body aching, desperate for release.
âgood girl, youâre so good at listening to me arenât âya?â he praises, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed again,
i nod with a stupid grin, my mine completely blank.
he lines himself back up with me and i mentally prepare myself for whatâs coming.
he slams back into me, the familiar feeling of him inside of me instantly soothing the ache in my pussy.
this time is different though, i can see him, and it hits me that this is the chris sturniolo who is fucking me right now, my own best friend.
i stare up at him, my eyes now narrow slits.
he reaches down and grips my breasts, his fingers twisting at my nipples,
he pinches them, causing me to clench around him as i let out a loud whine.
âdidnât i tell you to be quiet? what happened to you being good at listening?â he coos,
âi- sorry- âm sorry-â i exclaim, tipping my head back.
i purse my lips together, trying to hold in my noises.
at this point thereâs no hope of chrisâs brothers not hearing me, itâs quite embarrassing actually, but itâs hot, so hot.
i exhale shakily, before another loud moan of chrisâs name rips out of me.
chris suddenly clamps his hand down onto my mouth, âi told you to be quiet.â
i whine against his hand, my walls clenching down around him.
tears prickle in my eyes, dripping down my face into his hand as the pleasure gets too much.
i feel my orgasm crash down on me, my back arching off the bed as i squeeze my eyes shut.
âlook at me, look at me.â he repeats himself, and midway through my orgasm i find the strength to open my eyes and stare into his.
a grin forms on his face, âso hot, so fucking good,â
his thrusts donât stop though, if anything they pick upâŠ
i feel my whole body on fire, my sensitive walls still being pounded into by chris.
tears roll down my cheeks, not tears of sadness, not at all. tears of pure ecstasy.
i groan against his hand, clamping my thighs together.
he instantly pushes my thighs back apart, âtake it.â he mutters.
i see his head tip back as he gets close as well,
my mascara is now smudged against my face, chrisâs hand still plastered onto my mouth to muffle my noises.
âfuuuck..â chris breathes,
after a few more thrusts he abruptly pulls out,
he strokes himself once more before finishing.
streaks of white paint my tummy, chris lets out a low whimper before falling down onto the matress beside me.
he pants heavily, i just lay still, my legs shaking as i try to catch my breath.
i have no thoughts in my brain, just pleasure.
âyou okay?..â chris speaks up,
âi- iâm- iâm- woah.â i whisper, not even being able to form a coherent sentence.
âyouâre woah?â chris grins,
i giggle in response, my whole body feeling like itâs on fire.
âreally got fucked dumb on your best friends cock, thatâs naughty.â he tuts,
i whine, âshut up..â
he chuckles, âiâm just messing with you sweetie.â he whispers, pulling me onto his chest.
i lay my full body weight on him, his arms wrap around me.
âyou were so good you know that?â he whispers,
i nod, burying my face in his neck.
âletâs get you cleaned up alright? youre gonna sleep here instead of going home.â chris whispers, stroking my back.
he gently stands up, iâm still wrapped around him like a koala.
he takes me into his bathroom as he pulls on a pair of his sweatpants before sitting me down on the toilet as he prepares a wet rag.
âgo pee yeah?â he speaks softly, itâs hard to believe he was degrading me 10 minutes ago.
i nod, following his instructions.
after i finish up chris picks me up, sitting me down on the counter.
i sit still, spreading my legs slightly as he gently cleans me up with the rag.
âwash your hands, you donât wanna be dirty.â he grins,
âchris-! i havenât even touched a single thing in here.â i laugh,
âiâm messsing with youuu.â he laughs back,
i roll my eyes as he finishes cleaning me up.
he picks me back up, walking me over to the bedroom as he sits me on the edge of the bed.
he dresses me up in his own clothes, his oversized shirt and sweatpants.
âyou donât want a shower or anything? i can run you one?â he asks,
âwait- can i go grab some water iâm so thirsty.â i complain, chris nods,
âyeah iâll help âya walk down there.â he says softly, helping me out of bed.
âi can walk!â i protest,
âcan you now?â he giggles,
i nod stubbornly, walking very shakily down the stairs,
âyouâre sort of like a baby giraffe.â he points out,
âaw thanks chris.â i roll my eyes, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
i look to my left and see matt and nick sitting on the couch.
they stare at me and chris with pure disgust,
âyou two are ACTUALLY disgusting i hope you know that, never do that in my house AGAIN.â nick speaks up.
my cheeks flush a deep maroon as i turn around to look at chris.
he looks equally as embarrassed.
the silence is loud, before chris interrupts it with a small snort.
me and chris suddenly both burst into uncontrollable giggles, laughing stupidly at each other in the almost silent house.
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader
Summary: After you reveal the truth of what your relationship really was between you and Miguel, everyone's keen on learning more. So what better way to give a little more insight than a dinner at your shared home?
Warnings: None~ Just back again with silly shenanigans and the softest of fluff :3
A/N: Hello, everyone! After the first part of 'What's In Between' blew up (you can read it here, thank you so much by the way, you're all so sweet), many people have asked for a part two, so here it is! Enjoy <3
The moment you break the news to them, the volume of the table booms to a fever pitch as everyone begins talking at the same time.
âW-WHAT?!â
âMarried? No way,â Hobie says.
âHow long have you been together?â Pavitr asks.
âI canât say I saw this comingâŠâ Miles says, eyes widening in surprise.
Miguel had been watching you the moment you snuck up on the group, but with the newfound panic from everyone he couldnât help but make his way over to the commotion.
âYouâre all being loud, what are you yelling about now?â Miguel asks, walking over and standing by your side.
âHOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US YOU WERE MARRIED?!â Gwen shouts.
âYou never asked,â he blinks, âand also, itâs none of your business.â
âMiguel, as your best friend I am deeply offended that you havenât told me after this long, does our friendship mean nothing to you?â Peter says, hand on his chest in pretend hurt.
âYou are not my best friend,â Miguel deadpans.
âAfter I opened up to you no less, I mean, you were the first person I told about Mayday! All the details-â he continues, ignoring the comment.
âNot by choice,â he mutters.
âDoes no one know about this?? At all???â Pavitr asks, âI mean, you two are married.â
âI mean, Jess knows about it,â you gesture, and she only grins.
âAnd now all of you do too,â Miguel sighs. âVida mĂa, I thought we talked about this,â he admonishes.
âOh, câmon, it was cute how they were all trying to figure it out for so long. I was starting to feel bad,â you say, smoothing your hair back. He only stares at you for a moment before sighing.
âFine,â he relents, âCanât do anything about it now anyway.â He smiles softly at you, and the group watches in awe as their cold leader softens in your presence, but his gaze quickly grows dark as he turns back to the group.
âOne word of this to anyone outside of this group,â he says with a pointed finger before trailing off, allowing everyone to fill in the blanks as to what he might do.
Everyoneâs faces pale like a sheet at the unnamed threat (well, except for Hobie, he only watches with blatant amusement on his face), but you only laugh.
âMiguel, donât threaten the kids,â you giggle. âDonât worry, heâs all bark and no bite,â you whisper to them with a wink.
âHey, thatâs what I say!â Peter says.
âYou are his best friend after all,â you grin.
âI have never said those words a day in my life,â he scoffs, but you ignore him, eyes lighting up with an idea.
âOh! I have a lovely idea, how about you all swing by our place for dinner later? We never have guests,â you suggest.
Gwen gasps, âReally?â
âThisâŠmaybe doesnât seem like the best idea,â Miles says as he shrinks down in his seat at Miguelâs glare towards you.
âI have plans tonightâŠthough I donât think theyâd mind if I cancel,â Hobie says nonchalantly, but everyone knew there was no way in hell heâd miss something like this.
âWhat am I, cat litter?â Jess asks. She was the only person to have been at your shared home, having joined around the same time as you, and being one of the few people Miguel fully trusts.
âYou know it's not like that, Jess,â you turn to her with a grin.
âAbsolutely not, it's already a liability that they know querida, now you want them traipsing into our home?â Miguel argues, and you narrow your eyes at him, never one to back down from a fight. While it got on his nerves, it's what he loved about you too. He needed someone that wouldnât take his shit.
âMiguel,â you say, giving him a look. âAll our enemies are literally in alternate universes who, aside from those small tears, have no way to go cross-dimensional, let alone find us in the expanse of a universe. Besides, I think it would be nice,â you say, and Mayday seems to agree since she climbs right up into your arms, babbling happily.
âAnd donât think I donât know you have a soft spot for this lil ragtag team,â you smile, bouncing up and down as Mayday laughs.
He huffs, âI am anything but soft, especially for them. They never listen, donât follow protocol, are immature, and the list goes on.â
âHeâs lying,â you whisper, covering your mouth from his direction as though that would stop him from happening. Mayday grabs your hand though, playing with your fingers happily. âSee how his ears are turning red?â
At that, his ears turn more red and the group tries to stifle their snickers to no avail.
âQuerida,â he warns. âDo you feel the need to share anything else about me? Or have you had enough,â he asks, poking your shoulder. You place a hand on his bicep with a gentle smile, and his expression softens much to his dismay.
âHoney, I have no idea what youâre talking about,â you grin. âAlright, itâs settled then! Youâre all coming over tonight.â
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You hummed softly to yourself as you moved around the kitchen, preparing the food for dinnertime when everyone would be coming over.
Then, you feel the hair rise on the back of your neck as a familiar presence makes himself known, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head rests on top of yours.
âVida mĂa, the food smells good,â he says softly before sighing. âBut Iâm not very happy with you today.â
You let out a sigh of your own as you turn off the stove before turning around in his arms to face him.
âMiguel, my love,â you say, smoothing out the collar of the pullover he wore before looking up at him. âI know you well, donât I?â
âMore than anyone,â he says, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest amount as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
âThen itâs safe to assume that youâve been wanting to hang out with more people in the Society apart from work-related things?â you ask, placing your hand on his chest.
âI canât afford anything like that in this line of work, you know that querida,â he sighs, that familiar hardened look in his eyes for a moment.
âMiguel, your only friends canât be me, Lyla and Jess,â you pout.
âVida mĂa, you are my wife,â he says.
âYes, and it's miracle enough that I was able to grow close enough to you to get to that point,â you chuckle, âso my existence in your life is proof itself that you are capable of growing close to people. Iâve seen you, I think youâre ready and deep down I know you donât always want to be perceived as the cold and unfeeling leader of the Society. Why not start with them?â
âThatâs not a decision for you to make,â he says, glancing away from you.
âI know, and Iâm sorry,â you apologize, feeling a bit guilty that you threw Miguel into this without warning. âI should have spoken to you about it first but who knows. Maybe this is a good thing, opening your heart a little more,â you explain. âDonât think I realize youâre the hardest on them because you believe in them,â you smile.
He huffs before pausing to think for a moment. âSometimes I wonder when you snuck your little way into my head, querida.â
âAdmit it, youâre growing soft,â you giggle softly.
âNever,â he counters, tickling your side which makes you scrunch up your face as you laugh breathlessly.
âOKAY! Okay, youâre one soft fluffy teddy bear, happy?â you say which only makes him continue with even more fervour.
âThat is the most ridiculous thing I think I have ever heard you say, querida,â he snorts but finally relents.
âYeahâŠ.I canât even say that with a serious face,â you chuckle. âBut you do have your moments, tough guy,â you smile, leaning up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.
âYeah, yeah. Whatever,â he rolls his eyes. Thatâs when the doorbell rings, and immediately your eyes light up.
âOh! Theyâre here!!â you say excitedly, escaping from his grasp as you move to open up the door.
âHere we go,â he murmurs to himself, and you turn to face him.
âWhat was that?â you ask.
âNothing, vida mĂa,â he replies, and you narrow your eyes in disbelief.
âBehave, Miguel,â you tell him.
âWouldnât dream of anything else,â he replies, and you grin before opening up the front door.
There, you find Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Peter (alongside Mayday of course), Hobie and Jess all standing outside, chatting amongst themselves before turning to you.
Miles almost looks like heâs in disbelief like he couldnât really believe this was your home quite yet.
âHi!â Gwen starts.
âTook you lot long enough,â Hobie says. âWas starting to think we'd have to build a fire and cook it ourselves.â Gwen punches his shoulder, to which he lets out a little âOw!â
âSorry about him,â Gwen apologizes.
You just find yourself laughing at it all though.
âNo apologies needed, we were a little preoccupied. Come on in, make yourself at home,â you say, opening the door a little wider for them to make their way through.
âNot too at home though,â you hear Miguel say, leaning into the foyer from the living room, arms crossed over his chest.
âIgnore him,â you say, giving him a pointed look to which he just stares at you blankly. âDinner will be ready soon, I just have to set the table and we can eat, alright?â
âIt smells delicious,â Pavitr says, âIâm starving.â
Mayday seems to agree as she crawls up from the baby carrier onto Peterâs head, making grabby hands from the top.
âSomeoneâs hungry,â Peter chuckles. âGot anything she can eat?â
âI have a few things, donât worry,â you smile.
âIt really does smell really good though, but it always does,â Jess adds.
âItâs nothing special,â you say sheepishly. âJust some of Miguelâs favourites.â
You guide them all into the living room. âSettle in! Iâll be done in a snap,â you say.
As you make your way back to the kitchen (with Jess joining you to help out), back in the living room the squad of spiders settle in almost hesitantly, a watchful eye monitoring all of their reactions.
No one dares say anything, only sitting around nervously.
âSoâŠnice weather weâre having,â Peter says, trying to lighten the mood but even Mayday gives him a deadpanned expression.
Miguel sighs. âYouâre all acting like thereâs a ticking time bomb waiting for you to speak before setting off,â he says, still leaning up against the doorway.
âWe donât know, mate. Is there?â Hobie jokes, but Milesâ face drops anyway.
âThere isnât, for the record. I can be harsh but Iâm not evil,â Miguel scoffs before making eye contact with Pavitr who looks like he wanted to ask something but was holding back.
âOne question,â he says simply with a nod.
âHow long have you two been together?â
ââŠa little over 4 years now,â he replies.
âHow did you meet?â Gwen asks.
âI said one question,â he says before your voice cuts in.
âMy universe was one of the first he visited! He hated me back then, though,â you laugh as you walk back in. âSpeaking of which!! I have some things you might all want to see after dinner,â you grin mischievously.
âI thought you said I was the one that had to behave, mi corazĂłn,â Miguel says, a warning tone in his voice.
âAnd I am, arenât I?â you say, poking his side playfully. âAnyway, dinnerâs ready,â you say, leading them to the dining room. âI know it's not much but-â
âHow in the hell is this not much??â Hobie exclaims, and you just shrug. âYou should see dinner with my family, then you will think that itâs not much,â you say with a chuckle.
On the table sat a wide expanse of food, all of Miguelâs favourites from Mexico. Empanadas as the appetizer, alongside pozole, ceviche, enchiladas, and chicken with mole poblano all served with a side of rice, beans, or homemade corn tortillas depending on each personâs preference.
You can see Miguelâs eyes visibly brighten as he looks at the food, settling in at the head of the table with you by his side.
âCome eat!â As you say that, everyone sits down before beginning to eat, everyone heading straight to what appealed to them the most.
âThis is the best thing Iâve ever tasted,â Miles says, eyes closed in bliss.
âOye, donât let your Mother hear that, kid,â Miguel says, but the corner of his lip was upturned in the tiniest of smiles. The most he would allow himself around this many people.
âThank you, Miles,â you smile.
âThis, uhh, how do you say it again? Poh-zuhl?â Gwen asks, and you laugh out loud as she turns pink, meanwhile both Miguel and Miles cringe slightly.
âIâm sorry for laughing, sweetheart. Youâre almost there; itâs pronounced like âpoh-zoh-layâ,â you say kindly.
âOhh, okay gotcha. Pozole. Itâs really good! FeelsâŠcomforting, almost,â she says.
âYes,â you say, glancing at your husband with a soft smile, âitâs Miguelâs favourite. Says it âtastes like homeâ.â A chorus of âawwsâ go around the table, while Miguel only holds the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
âAlright, alright. Enough with the cheesy stuff, letâs get back to eating, yeah?â Hobie says before shoving his fork back into his mouth.
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Once dinner was finished (and after both Miles and Gwen insisted that they did the dishes despite much argument from you), everyone was settled again in the living room laughing and talking together, and while Miguel only said a few things here and there and sat by your side like a lost puppy, he did seem to be enjoying himself.
âAlright! Now, before everyone goes back home, I have one more thing Iâd like to show you,â you say once it quiets down a bit. Standing up, you make your way over to a large bookshelf you and Miguel had built together when you first moved in together.
âIâve gotten tired of having only myself to show these photos to, so this is the perfect opportunity,â you smile.
âQuerida-â Miguel says, holding out a hand to block your way but you look at him with pleading eyes, and he canât do anything but relent. He couldnât say no when you looked at him like that.
With a triumphant âhaha!â you grab a photo album labelled with a date and a single word; âOursâ.
Everyone crowds around as you place it down on the coffee table, and you open it up to the first page.
Gwen is the one that gasps first, eyes wide with awe.
âYou both look so beautiful,â she says softly.
There, front and centre was a photo of you and Miguel on your wedding day. You were smiling wide at the camera, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand while Miguel only looked at you with an expression so in awe it was as though you painted the stars in the sky.
âYou clean up nicely, big man,â Hobie comments, and Pavitr nods.
âWeddings, my favourite,â Jess says, a fond expression on her face as she thinks back to her own husband.
âI had a bird fly into my face at my weddingâŠbut they are nice,â Peter says, rocking Mayday gently as she naps away after the hearty dinner even despite the commotion.
You continue to flip through the photobook, pausing periodically for a little anecdote about each one. Miguel had long stood up to make room for everyone else, but he looked at you in the same way he did on your wedding day.
Like you were the light of his life, the one good thing he had amongst the millions of universes parallel to his own. Like you were his everything.
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âAdmit it, you like them,â you smile, the house finally quiet after everyone headed home. He only rolls his eyes before pulling you into his lap, his face going into the crook of your neck as he holds you close.
âThere is a big difference between âlikingâ and âtoleratingâ, sweetheart,â he says, rubbing circles into your hip soothingly.
âYeah, yeah, tough guy. Whatever you say,â you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and settling into his touch with a happy sigh.
You both sit there for a moment in silence, the two of you werenât ones to fill silence with mindless chatter. If words neednât be said then they werenât.
âThat wasâŠnice, though,â he admits softly after a little while.
âI know,â you whisper.
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âThat wonât happen again for a long while though,â he says, pulling away to look at you, crimson eyes pleading with you wordlessly.
You canât do anything but laugh.
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⥠mr. aizawa's wife....
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a/n: i'll probably most definitely write about husband aizawa with a wife who has a quirk, but for now here are some quirkless wife hcs <3 this is lowkey all over the place, all I've been thinking about is husband aizawa and what that would be like so i need to dump out all my thoughts and then I'll write smth more organized eventually
word count: 0.7k
synopsis: what it would be like to be aizawa's wife <3
pairing: shouta aizawa x fem!quirkless!reader
genre: headcanons? dump? i honestly dont know!! i'm just writing stuff fr <33
you're not a pro-hero so you don't work at UA, but you're still there all the time. the heroes truly love you, you oftentimes get bored after your own job and bring the faculty fresh baked goods, typically leaving a big tray in the teachers' lounge but delivering aizawa's to him since he's always so busy with class.
the first time you met his new first years they were doing some training outside, you had just come by the school with a tray of peanut butter chocolate cookies and were about to deliver some to aizawa and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek before heading home.
when the girls of the class saw you walk up to aizawa out of the corner of their eyes and give him a kiss they gasped and stopped whatever they were doing.
aizawa panicked when he realized they saw and told them to get back to training, but they were already immediately approaching you and showering you with questions.
"oh my god mister aizawa has a wife?!" "how long have you two been together?!" "how did you guys meet?!" "what is aizawa like at home?"
you would laugh nervously and brush off their questions, whispering something to them about how aizawa is secretly a snuggle bug or something of that nature and usher them back to training, watching as they giggle and whisper to each other as they walk back, looking at aizawa and giggling some more.
aizawa isn't sure what you told them, but he'll "glare" at you for a moment with no real anger behind his stare, then mumble a quick "love you" before returning to work.
if you get off of work before him, he loves coming home and crawling into your arms, collapsing on top of you if you're lying on the couch.
he feels like a classy man when he wants to be. he'll be the kind of man to tell you to be ready at 7pm and to wear a nice outfit, and tell you he got you both a reservation at a restaurant.
he'll never tell you where it'll be, but he'll make sure to vet the menu beforehand just to make sure it has food you like so you never have to pretend to like something around him.
it will never be an insanely popular place with a bunch of people, but it'll always be nice. he doesn't like loud, crowded restaurants that are so loud he can barely taste the food in front of him, he loves quiet and intimate spaces with you.
if you ever volunteer to chaperone at a UA camp or dance or any other event, he always secretly loves watching you work with his students. he loves the chemistry you build with each of them and the effort you put into building friendships with them.
izuku loves to talk to you, he's always running up to you with his notebook asking questions about what the personal life of a pro hero is like and seeing if you have any anecdotes or fun facts about his quirk.
you're also one of the people all might lets see his true form before it's revealed to the public. you're always worrying over him, and he always brushes it off and tells you that he's okay, but you still check on him every time you visit UA.
as seen with how he acts around his students when something traumatic happens to them, he's very good at talking you through whenever you're sad. he's not a man of many words, but the words he does say leave an impact, and he always knows what to say.
he's not much for PDA, most people don't even know he has a wife until you just show up since he's so private, he prefers his intimate affairs stay intimate, he doesn't like everyone in his business or knowing how he acts around his wife.
nothing makes him feel guiltier than all the times you're awake for days on end next to his hospital bed after protecting his students from a dangerous situation. you understand why he does it, how important his students are to him, but still... seeing how destroyed his body gets after a villain encounter always makes you sick to your stomach, and you never feel quite at ease when he's working.
you both love taking naps together, if naps could be a love language that would be your guys'. you're always snuggling when alone and one thing will lead to another and you both end up snoozing on the couch for 30 minutes or so, something about being in each other's presence is so relaxing.
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THE NEXT EPISODE || thanos
pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x f!reader
summary: You and Su-bong reunite after his stay at rehab. No debt/no games AU.
word count: 3.2k
warnings: rehab, drinking, drugs, addiction, depression
A/N:Â i've been working on this for like two weeks and i still feel like i could work on it more. i love this mini series i made and i'm excited to see how other people like it :) if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3
Part 1: Wake Up Call
Today is the big day. The day Su-bong has been working towards for the past six months.
Today he gets out of rehab.
He originally tried to quit on his own, but after multiple relapses, he decided he needed help. Due to his multiple addictions and how long he's been addicted for, the doctors at the facility suggested a longer stay for him, to which he agreed.
Before he left, he gave you the keys to his apartment, putting you in charge of managing the place while he's away. You also promised to get rid of anything in his apartment that could potentially be abused.
Rehab had actually not been bad. It certainly wasn't easy, but Su-bong felt better about it knowing there were so many other people there going through the same thing as him. He had ended up making some really good friends there, friends that he was excited to see again once they all got out. A few of them had made plans to meet up at a coffee house soon, about a week after Su-bong is released.
The thing Su-bong has been looking forward to the most while in rehab is seeing you again. The only visitors that were allowed were family members, so he had to settle for just talking to you on the phone.
"Can I see you soon?" Su-bong asks into the phone.
"I have to work today, but I'm off tomorrow if you want to come by?" you say. "Oh, and I left something for you on your counter."
Su-bong smiles into the phone. "You didn't have to do that."
"Don't get too excited, it's not much," you laugh. "But I just wanted to give you something to congratulate you."
"I'll be happy with anything you give me," he says.
"Cheesy," you groan, making him laugh. A small gasp comes from Su-bong's phone. "Shoot, my boss just texted me I have to go in early. I'm sorry, I gotta go. Text me when you get home, okay?"
"All good," Su-bong says. "Yeah, I'll text you. Let me know when you get to the club and back home safe."
"I will," he can hear the smile in your voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."
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Su-bong walks into his apartment. A chill washes over him. It's been so long since he was here, and he's changed so much. He puts his things down, walking into his kitchen.
A feeling of dread fills him. Was six months enough? Is he really able to do this?
A glint catches his eye, and he sees a small chain sitting on his counter. Attached to it is a dog tag. He picks it up, examining it. When he notices a clasp on the side of the dog tag, he opens it, revealing a small note in your handwriting.
'I'm proud of you <3'
A comfortable warmth fills his body as he smiles at your note. He closes the tag, immediately putting the chain around his neck.
He looks around his place. It holds way too many memories of his time before rehab. Waking up with a headache so bad he's worried his head might implode, turning over to see some random girl in his bed who's name he can't remember. That's not how he wants to live anymore.
He takes a water bottle from the fridge, which you must have put in there for him, and sits on his couch, looking up listings for available apartments. Preferably one close to you.
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Su-bong feels his heart race as he stands in front of your apartment door. He's been waiting for this moment for six months. With a deep breath, he knocks on the door.
Footsteps are heard from the other side of the door. Something makes a loud bang and he hears you curse, making his lips twitch upwards.
The door opens and there you are. He swears you've only gotten more beautiful since he last saw you.
"Woah, I almost didn't recognize you," you smile.
He smiles, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He hadn't dyed his hair since before rehab, leaving it at its natural dark brown. "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot."
"I like it," you say. "You look much more like Su-bong."
He feels his face heat up, muttering a shy 'thank you'.
You step to the side, opening the door wider. "Come in! I'll go grab a snack."
Su-bong walks into your apartment, a smile playing on his face at the familiar set up. You move to the kitchen and he sits on your couch. He chuckles at the new blanket laying next to him, clearly having been used recently.
He looks up as you walk back into the room, placing a bowl of pretzels and a bottle of blue Gatorade on the coffee table in front of him. You remembered.
He gestures toward the blanket. "That new?"
You put a pretzel in your mouth and smile at him, nodding enthusiastically. "My mom got it for me. You have to feel it, it's so soft." He chuckles as you cover your mouth with your hand, too excited to tell him about the blanket to wait until you've swallowed your food.
He reaches out to the blanket, eyes widening when his fingers graze the fabric. "Holy shit."
"Right?!" you laugh, picking up the blanket and sitting down. You toss it over both of your legs. You take a moment to study his face. "You look really good, Su-bong."
He feels himself blush, turning away in embarrassment. "Yeah, my pupils are finally the correct size."
You laugh at the comment. "Yes, that. But you also just look much healthier. Much happier."
He nods. "I feel happier. I thought I was happy all those nights at the club, drinking away my life. But now I know that wasn't real happiness." He looks at you, looking deep into your eyes. "This is real happiness."
Now it's your turn to look away, feeling heat rush to your face. "I'm glad. You deserve happiness."
He smiles.
"Even though you once tried to pay me to take off my shirt."
Su-bong cringes, bringing his hand to his face as you laugh. "Can you please stop bringing that up?"
You shake your head. "No way. This is the punishment you get for that. Me making fun of you. I think it's a fair exchange."
He laughs. "Fair enough."
You continue talking for the next hour or so, telling each other about everything and nothing. Su-bong's heart soars every time he is able to make you laugh. He's made music his entire life, but no song could ever compare to the sweet tune of your laughter.
"On Sunday I'm gonna meet up with a few friends from rehab at that new coffee place around the corner," he says. "Do you want to come?"
You shake your head. "Thank you for the invitation but I don't want to intrude."
"You wouldn't be intruding," he assures. "I, uh, talked about you a lot and they really want to meet you."
Your face heats up at his admission, nodding. "In that case, I'd love to go."
He smiles. "Good."
You put on a movie to watch, saying you saw one while he was away and couldn't wait to show it to him. Throughout the movie, Su-bong sneaks glances at you. He's wanted you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. You were the hot bartender with a fiery personality.
Now, though, as he watches you chew your lip in concentration, he sees just how amazing you truly are. You're the beautiful girl who changed his life for the better. The amazing girl who gave him a reason to become a better person. The kind girl who talked on the phone with him every day while he was in rehab.
You're his best friend. And he's deeply in love with you.
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Su-bong opens the door to the coffee house, letting you walk inside first before entering as well.
"Hey, Su-bong!" a voice yells, getting his attention. He smiles when he sees his friends, waving at them. He motions for you to follow him as you head over to the table.
"Hey guys," he greets, giving each of them a small hug. It feels nice to see them on the outside. They all accomplished the same thing, and they'll forever be close for doing it together.
He looks to you. "Oh right. This is Jung-su, Shin-il, and Ji-hae."
Each of them wave and smile at you as he says their names. Once he introduces you, they all seem to get a similar look on their faces.
"Oh, so you're the girl he keeps talking about," Shin-il smirks. Su-bong lightly smacks his arm, making the boy laugh.
"Shin-il, be quiet!" Ji-hae rolls her eyes. She turns to you. "He told us about how you helped him get sober. We're glad he had someone so supportive helping him."
You smile. "I just wanted to help any way I could. He's the one who ultimately chose to get help." You smile at him and he feels his heart melt. "And I'm glad he was able to make some great friends in there, from what he's told me."
"Aw, you talked about us?" Jung-su flashes Su-bong with puppy eyes, making the ladder roll his own.
"Plus, now he doesn't call me 'Señorita' anymore, so really I got something out of it too," you say.
The table bursts out in laughter and Su-bong hides his face behind his hands. "Maybe it was a mistake bringing you here, I didn't realize you were all going to gang up on me."
You laugh, rubbing his arm. "I'm just kidding. Come on, let's go get something to drink."
You move to stand but he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I got it. What do you want?"
You tell him your order, thanking him as he walks to the counter.
Ji-hae leans across the table to you. "He really likes you, you know," she smiles. "Talked about you all the time."
You smile. "He's a really great guy. I wish I could've talked to him sooner, maybe he would've gotten help sooner. He's my best friend now."
"You should go out with him," she says. "Based on how he talked about you, he'd treat you right."
You turn to look at Su-bong, smiling as he rocks back and forth on his feet while waiting in line.
"I do like him," you say, turning back to Ji-hae. "I just want to give him some time first. He just got out of rehab, I feel like he should have some time to figure out what he really wants and adjust to sobriety, if that makes sense."
"Totally," Jung-su says, nodding his head. "I've been out two months now and I still feel like this is all new."
"Just please be there for him," Shin-il asks.
You nod. "I'm not going anywhere."
On the other side of the coffee house, while waiting for your drinks, Su-bong feels a hand grasp his shoulder.
"Holy shit man," a familiar voice says behind him. "You dropped off the face of the earth!"
Su-bong turns to see the smiling face of Nam-gyu.
"Where have you been, dude?"
Su-bong opens his mouth to answer but is cut off when Nam-gyu continues.
"You know what, it doesn't matter." He pulls a small bag out of his jacket pocket. "I just got some new shit. It's fucking insane, man. You gotta try it."
He stares at the pills. This is the first time that drugs have been so accessible to him since before rehab. A cold sweat breaks out and his breath gets quicker. It would be so easy. All he'd have to do is pop one little pill.
He turns back to look at the table. You're sitting there, laughing with Jung-su. The sound flows to his ears and a soft smile graces his face. The sweat stops and his breathing goes back to normal.
He doesn't need pills anymore. He has you. And you make him so much happier than pills ever have or ever will.
He turns back to Nam-gyu, straightening his posture. "No, I don't do that stuff anymore."
Nam-gyu gives him a look. "Are you kidding, dude? You can't get this shit anywhere, and you're turning it down? What the fuck happened to you, Thanos?"
"It's Su-bong, actually," he says.
"No more Thanos!? What's going on?"
Su-bong opens his mouth to respond, but is beaten by another voice.
"Nam-gyu, leave him alone, please," you say, putting a hand on Su-bong's shoulder as you step beside him.
Nam-gyu looks between the two of you before a knowing smile spreads on his face.
"Oh, I see," he says. "So this is the guy you've been calling all the time." The barista calls out his name and he takes his cup. "Knew it was only a matter of time before you two got together, I should've bet on it." He turns, walking toward the door. "I'll see you at work!"
You wave to him as he leaves, turning to Su-bong. "Are you okay? He didn't give you anything, did he?"
He shakes his head. "He offered, but I said no. I was expecting him to be a lot less understanding."
"I've been talking to him the past few months at work, turns out he's not bad when he's not constantly sticking his nose up someone else's ass," you say, making Su-bong laugh. His name is called and you take the cups from the barista, thanking them before handing Su-bong's drink to him, taking his hand and leading him back to the table.
"Welcome back, Señorita," Shin-il smirks.
The table bursts out in laughter again and Su-bong stands from the table, waving goodbye to everyone. You grab his wrist before he can get too far, laughing along with him as he sits back down next to you.
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It's been about five months since Su-bong got out of rehab. He's been doing very good, resisting every time he feels even the slightest temptation.
He's gotten back into music and is working on his next album, which is going to be the first he's releasing that's not under the name "Thanos", instead rebranding as Choi Su-bong. You're of course his biggest supporter and he plays you all of his songs to get your opinion. You've even helped on a few songs, and he plans on crediting you as a co-writer.
Remembering what you told him nearly a year ago, he surprised you one day with your own guitar, taking the time to teach you how to play. You're still learning, but he loves everything you play, nearly as much as he loves your laugh whenever you play the wrong note.
You've been dancing around each other for the past few months, both aware of your feelings, but liking what you have going on between you for now. As time passes, though, Su-bong can feel himself getting closer to the edge, ready to take the leap.
One day you're both sitting in Su-bong's new apartment when he turns to you.
"Hey," Su-bong says. You look up from your phone at him. "I uh, I want to play something for you, if that's okay."
You smile, locking your phone and putting it face-down on the couch. "Yeah, I'd love that."
He stands up and reaches his hand out towards you. You take it, standing as he leads you to his piano. He sits on the bench, making room for you to sit beside him.
"I actually wrote this for you," he says, shyly looking at you. You smile at him, giving him a nod of encouragement. With a deep breath, he begins playing the notes before singing.
"I text a postcard sent to you Did it go through? Sending all my love to you You are the moonlight of my life every night Giving all my love to you."
You feel your eyes start to water as you listen to the words. His words reflect exactly how you feel, put in a way that makes it more beautiful than anything you could say to him.
You've heard him sing more ties than you can count. But sitting here next to him, listening as he pours his heart out to you, you don't think any song will ever compare.
"With every breath that I am worth Here on Earth I'm sending all my love to you So if you dare to second guess You can rest Assured that all my love's for you."
Su-bong puts his entire heart into the song. He had started writing it on the piano they had at the rehabilitation center. He had written a few songs while he was there, but this one was specifically inspired by you. The lyrics were from notes he would write down while talking to you, things that came to his head as your sweet voice drifted through the speaker of his phone.
"My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles till I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you."
He stops playing, bringing his arms to his sides. He slowly looks up at you. "You've done so much for me. I don't think I can ever pay you back, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying if you'll let me."
A tear escapes your eye. You sniffle, nodding your head.
Su-bong reaches out to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear with his thumb. He looks down to your lips before looking back up to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
He leans forward, closing his eyes as his lips make contact with yours. Su-bong has kissed girls before, more than he'd like to admit, but he feels like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time.
This is a moment nearly a year in the making. All of his longing for you, his adoration of you is put into the kiss.
He pulls back, regaining his breath as he looks over your face. Your kiss-swollen lips are just begging to be kissed again, but there's something that needs to be done first.
"I love you," he says. "I've loved you for a long time. You're the most amazing person I've ever met and there's nothing I want more than to be with you."
You smile at him, and he feels starstruck by how beautiful you are. "I love you too, Su-bong," you say. "I'm forever grateful that you showed me the real you that day in my apartment. Because I love the real you. So much."
Su-bong's face lights up in a smile, leaning forward to capture your lips again in an awkward kiss that makes you both laugh.
All his hard work is paying off. He is finally worthy of happiness. He is finally worthy of you. And he's going to spend every day making sure he stays worthy.
Song: Last Night on Earth by Green Day
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okay im way too far into brainrotting about an amputee bf that i wrote a whole thirst thing about it.
â cw: top m!reader , cock-warming , calling a hole 'cunt' like once , belly bulge
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Imagine being with someone whose both legs are amputated. He's completely dependent on you as you feed him, carry him around, fuck him like a worthless slut.
Imagine him whining and thrashing around as you have him cockwarm you while you tap around on your phone. Manhandling him into your lap, easily slipping his shorts off to gain easy access since he doesn't wear any underwear, shove him down firmly on your cock and feel him tightly clench around you. His little, tiny cock would squirt pre all over his stomach as he whines and whimpers while you focus solely on your phone. Whenever he would move, you would tightly hold his waist and give a harsh smack to his ass, making him gasp and stay still as you whisper sweet words to him about how good he's doing for you.
Imagine doing your little office work to see him crawling over to you under the table, he would use his hands to help him up, but he still wouldn't be able to reach. Won't you help the poor man up? You would if it wasn't so fun watching him struggle and cry out for you to help him. Whoops, and your hard just from seeing his tears and his miserable state. You would slip down your pants and boxers all together and grab him harshly by the hair, pulling his whole body up till his mouth is just on your tip as you tell him, "Get to work; I'll help ya stay up."
Imagine his lips sloppily wrapping around the head of your cock as you hold up his body. Swirling his tongue around the tip, slurping on it like it was the most delicious dessert he ever tasted, shoving his tongue inside the foreskin and pushing it back to finally reveal the head. Using his hand to fondle your balls while he focuses solely on your head. Yes, adorable and all, but it's not enough for you. Hold his head in place and thrust into it like a sex toy, no matter how hard he cries and begs for you to slow down while your cock fucks his mouth. His small cock leaking pre would be your indicator that he's loving it. Not like you need one; you know he loves it when you fuck his throat like a cheap whore.
Imagine being unable to pay any attention to him as you're very tired; he would beg and try to seduce you into fucking him, but you can't. So you lay down and drop down your pants and tell him to do it himself. You would watch closely as he strokes and plays with your cock to get you hard and into shape, then he would use his hands to support himself onto your cock; he doesn't even have any need to prepare himself as your yesterday activities were enough to have his hole ready to take you at any time. But he still needs a bit of adjustments as he tries to slowly lower himself on your cock using his only method of support, which is his hands, although he's not very strong when you're not helping him, so you would grunt when the power in his hands fails him, making him drop balls deep on your cock. A loud scream could be heard as you felt a warm liquid on your stomach, realizing he came just by being impaled on your cock. God, you wanted to watch him struggle on your cock more, but how could you just lay there while he looked this miserable?
Imagine losing all morale at that scene, not like you had any. Just grab a hold of his waist with your hands and bounce him up and down your cock, thrusting up at the same time fucking him fast and deep. Not long, and he's cumming all over himself again. It never fails to amaze you how tight he can get, like his only purpose is to be a milking toy for your cock, a reusable 'cunt' for you to dump all your fluids into. How much time has passed? You haven't a clue, all you know is that you came so many times deep inside of him. You manhandled him into many positions, hugging his waist and fucking into him like he was a sex doll, pressing him against the mattress, fucking him hard enough that he almost fell off the egde bed, so deep inside of him his stomach bulged with your cock. Press on it and watch him cum all-over himself once again. After you were finally satisfied, you would just leave him panting and crying on the bed with a dildo almost as big as your own cock lodged inside his hole, preventing even a single drop of your cum to slip out as you went to shower, leaving him to lay in the dirty bed surrounded by his own filth.
oh man i may be going insane i need more of this, idk what happened to me but i felt the sudden urge to write this forgive me.
#top male reader#sub character#male reader#male reader smut#x male reader#dom reader#top reader#dom male reader#i apologize for this#i could write a whole essay about this#okay i admit#i had curly in mind while writing this
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â Änogar Änograro â
Translation title: Blood of my blood
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Request: Yes, this one
Pairing:Â Aemond Targaryen x Newlywed!Niece!Reader
Warnings: Porn ofc, Aegon being an ass, High Valyrian dirty talk, Aemond having a breeding kink, sex addiction, Alyssa x Baelon wedding night inspo, kissing, p in v sex.
Summary:Â Aemond was obsessed with his niece, and now she was officially his, his to breed, his to claim and the entire Red Keep gets to enjoy it too!
Word count: 1.3k
The sun was shy that morning, its pale rays slipping timidly through the heavy crimson drapes that adorned the chambers you now shared with your new husband. The room smelled faintly of dragonfire. It was a mingling of stone, ash, and something distinctly Aemondâa scent you couldnât yet name, though it lingered in the furs and pillows that surrounded you.
You stirred first, blinking against the soft glow of dawn. For a moment, you forgot where you were. The bed was grand, with its towering posts and velvet hangings embroidered with dragons in flight. Your fingers idly traced the scales of one such dragon as the memories of last night came flooding back. The ceremonial feast, the vows spoken before the lords and ladies of the court, and finally, the intimacy of your union.
âLook at you, sucking in my cock like a whore from Flea Bottom, are you sure youâre a maiden?â You could only nod as he fucked into you on top. The whole bed slamming against the wall with his rough thrusts.
Heat rose to your cheeks as you recalled the way Aemond had looked at you then. His singular violet eye had been piercing, yet cautious, as if you were something fragile he feared might shatter under his touch, yet he couldnât control himself. And now here you were, lying beside him in the aftermath of it all.
Aemond lay still, his chest half-turned to you. His silver hair spilled like molten light across the pillow, stark against the dark linens. The blanket had slipped to his waist, revealing the expanse of his bare chest. Eye patch on the nightstand and sapphire glimmering in the morning rays.
Your new husband shifted behind you. The bed was so warm and comfy and the way he was holding you was right out of a dream. You smiled to yourself when he peppered your neck with kisses.
âGood morrow my beautiful wife.â He grumbled lowly in your ear, making goosebumps ripple over your skin. âGood morrow, husband.â He too smiled at your words, and his grip around your waist thightend. You could feel his half hard cock bare against your own nude form.
âIâm going to fill you with my seed as many times as necessary, youâre mine now and I will not stop until your belly is swollen with my child and even then I would not stop.â
âWhat are you thinking about my love?â His honeyed voice pulled you from your thoughts. âNothing- just last night, the ceremony and the feastâŠâ He chuckled at that, his cock hardening fully at the thought of how your walls clenched around him last night.
âYou mean when I split you open on my cock?â His words made you blush and hide your face in the pillows. âDonât be shy now my love.â Aemond mumbled in your neck, placing some kisses to make you face him. Once you did he wasted no time in crashing his lips against yours.
Already hungry for another taste of your lips. He turned you sideways and then on top of him, grabbing your arse cheek and smacking it, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, dizzying you with desire.Â
You could already feel the pre cum sticking to your stomach, making butterflies swirl inside. He smacked your arse once more, recalling how loud you moaned for him last night when he first did it. You were both sure the entire Red Keep heard your coupling, but according to your uncle husband that was good.Â
Everyone knew Aemond was secretly obsessed with his niece, he tried to hide it, hate her as he hated her brothers but that was quite hard for him. And so when your betrothal was announced he couldnât hide the smirk at supper, making sure to send it Lukeâs way.Â
The wedding night was filled with love as well as passionate fucking, he had taken you two more times after taking you maidenhead, each time making sure to fill you with his seed. He was already obsessed at the thought of breeding you, even the morning after it already consumed his mind again.
âYouâre still slick with my seed, do you think you could take me already now?â You nodded at his words, his hand now caressing your arse. âGood girl, so good for her uncle, arenât you?â You whined, âYes uncle, so good- only for you-â His thumb that was now circling your clit, made you lose your entire vocabulary.Â
âKessa ao sagon sÈłz syt aĆha kÄpus bisa jÄda hae sÈłrÄ«?â Will you be good for your uncle this time as well? You nodded again at his words. âÈČdragon.â Speak. âKessa kÄpus, kostilus tepagon ziry naejot nyke-â Yes uncle, please give it to me. He smiled, âSÈłz riña.â Good girl.
Then you felt the tip of his cock grazing your hole, you were still sensitive from last night but you were already addicted to his cock, to his voice, his kisses and his smell. Without a warning he slipped inside, eager to feel your cunt again.Â
âSÄ«r Èłrda syt nyke.â So tight for me. You moaned at his words, starting to bounce yourself on his cock. You had no patience either, and the one time you got to ride him last night was euphoric. You loved when he spoke your mother tongue to you, it made you feel close and connected to him.
But it was even better when he used it to whisper filthy words in your ear while you bounced on his cock. Skin smacking filled the room, as well as your mixed sounds of pleasure. You held steady against his chest, switching from grinding on him to bouncing on him.Â
He grabbed your breasts in his hand, obsessed with the way they bounced up and down with your movements. Pleasure consumed both of you and you knew he was getting closer by the way he held his breath. He however held patience no longer and put his arms around you, holding you flush against his chest as he started to fuck up into you harshly. Making your walls contract and come hard around his cock.
âKessa mÄzigon syt nyke- Tepagon nyke iÄ riña, hĆzigon syt nyke-â Yes come for me- Give me a child, swell for me- He grunted, a sheen of sweat now glistening on his skin. You could only moan and whine above him, letting him take you. With a couple more pounds, he filled your cunt with a loud growl. Making sure to fuck his seed deep into you.
Your morning activities had made you both completely forget about the arranged family meal, you were to break fast with the king and his wife as well as your mother and father, not forgetting your uncle, aunt and siblings. The two of you rushed to get ready, both hurrying down the halls with a smile.Â
When you entered the room, knowing looks were passed. Of course Aegon couldnât help himself. âSo...you donât need to tell us how the wedding night was, we could all enjoy it with you.â He grinned. âAegon.â Alicent warned. He just laughed.Â
You blushed deeply, you were raised a kind and modest princess, and for your intimacy to be on display like this was quite embarrassing. Aemond held your hand and you joined them at the table, both of you praying that that would be the end of Aegonâs commentary, how wrong you were.
Tag: @summerposie (Completely forgot đ sorry for the late tag)
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd smut#aemond targaryen#aemond x reader#aemond targaryen x reader smut#aemond targaryen x fem reader smut#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x fem reader#aemond x niece reader
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You have so graciously written multiple of my asks đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» thank you for doing them justice!!! đïžđ
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Iâm living for the alastor with cannibal reader!
What about the gang at the hotel sees alastor with a pretty new thing around his arm and she is just !!!!stunning!!! Like dark elegant (yet terrifying) grace. And everyone is like ????how did this old ass radio demon pull someone like you???
But they realize exactly why they fit so perfect when she kills someone (maybe defending the hotel) and just munches down on their corpse crazy style. Turning around, blood on their face, in their teeth with a wide smile like âI helped!!!â And then it clicks that sheâs also a cannibal like him.
Everyone is all grossed out by it but Al thinks she has never looked prettier all covered in blood from her kill and meal. He even Wipes her face for her đđđ
IM HAPPY THAT I HAVE DONE SO MANY OF YOUR REQUESTS AND YOU ENJOYED THEM!!!! I hope that i did this one justice.
Truly there was no way.
Their eyes HAD to be deceiving them.
Alastor had left the hotel to go on one of his outings but the gang was just too curious as to where the Overlord was going.
So like the mischievous nosy bunch they were; they followed him.
They followed him to a lovely restaurant and watched in shock as the waiter seated Alastor and the most beautiful demon they had ever seen.
Truly there was no way.
There was no way that ALASTOR was chatting up such a beautiful dame and NOT being creepy.
They watched from afar as Alastor pulled out a small box, presumingly a gift, and give you a genuine smile as you gawked and playfully glared at him before accepting it with a soft smile.
You were stunning!
 You must have died from an earlier time period as you were dressed in very modest attire.
A puffy white blouse tucked into a long black skirt, waist tapered by a corset to show off your curves.Â
Your neck and ears wore pearls and your hair was curled and pinned up.
The epitome of grace and elegance.Â
How the hell did that old fossil bag you???
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âOh Alastor! You didnât have to!â You gasped as he presented a small gift box to you.
The red charmer demon smiled as you opened the box to see he had got you some customized jewelry.
The Radio Demon had been courting you for a while.
Sending you flowers and taking you out on several outings throughout the Pride Ring.
It took you a while to warm up to him, but he did have a way with persuasion Rosie told you he was a great guy and your bestie would never lie. Plus Alastor had been asking her about you
âOh it was nothing my dear! A beautiful lady should have beautiful things. I thought it would compliment that new dress you gotâ Ah what a charmer.
As the two of you chatted and enjoyed each other's company, you had an eerie feeling you were being watched.
You shook off the feeling, it wasnât too off putting as many people often staring as you accompanied the demon.
Besides, no one dared to approach the two of you anyway.
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Alastor had asked you to come to the hotel so he could show you around.
He really only wanted you to meet the Princess, but the whole hotel was in attendance when Alastor opened the door to reveal you.
âNo way Freaky Face bagged a broad like this?â Angel commented, causing Nifty giggled while the rest of the gang watched as Alastor showed you around.
All was going wellâŠuntil there was a loud banging at the door.
rude much?
âAngel we know youâre here!â A voice shouted as the banging got louder.
You turned to see the tall spider start to shake a bit.Â
You patted his arm and motioned him to take a seat and reassured him that all will be well.
Vaggie hissed as a window was knocked out.
âOi come on out! Valentino wants to see you! We donât mind using force whorebug!â
You felt your eye twitch.
the gang was trying to think of a way to get rid of them.
They were going to tear the hotel apart at this rate.
Charlie protested as you made your way to the lobby double doors and swung them open.
âWhy hello gentlemen, is there a reason for such distasteful actions?â You smiled, but it was anything but friendly.
You took a step forward, a dark aura manifested around you as your eyes glows and teeth sharpened.
âTake her out boys! Iâm sure the boss man would like a new toy!â
oh poor things.
You launched at the unexpected demon, sharp teeth at his neck and with a quick yank, his head was gone.
You heard horrified gasps as you moved to dispatch each disgusting creature.
âOoh my dear you shouldnât haveâ you heard Alastor say.
The gang had poked their heads out the front door and was shocked. There were dead bodies everywhere on the front lawn, bodies parts littering the ground.Â
Angel and Vaggie gagged as they saw you, teeth deep,in a poor demon. You were shaking it like a dog would with a toy, until it flung out of your mouth, leaving your mouth bloody.
âOOH thatâs sick so fucking sick!â
You grinned at Alastor, sharp teeth white a pale contrast to the bright blood smeared on your face .
You shyly tucked a strand of loose hair, standing to dust yourself off. âOoh i do apologize Alastor. They were just being rude and ruining the exterior! Such disgusting things! They didnât even deserve the grace to be eaten! How dare they try to-â
You were pulled from your murderous ramble by a soft cloth on your face. You blinked, eyes focusing on Alastorâs smiling face.
âKnew you would look good in redâÂ
You blushed as he wiped the blood from your chin.
âOh stop it. You know red doesnât suit meâ you playfully hit his chest. He hummed, ignoring your comment as he cleaned your face.
âI think you look ravishingâ he purred as he licked your blood-stained cheek.
You giggled and held up a liver for him to bite.
In the background the gang was flabbergasted.
so that was HOW Alastor bagged a bad bitch?
shes a fucking cannibalâŠhuh who would have knew?
Well you had to be some sort of freaky to be entertaining the Radio Demon.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#alastor the radio demon#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel fanfiction#jyoongim#alastor x y/n#alastor smut#hazbin hotel fluff#alastor fluff#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagines
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ivy, l. howlett
typically saturdays are for relaxation... not treating car crash victims.
CW: canon typical violence, gore, guns, mutation, profanity, innuendos, mature themes, mentions of sex, y/n is very poison ivy-esque, jean grey exists but is not present, etc.
The longer you lived in the mansion, the quicker you realized you'd never get a true day to yourself again.
You tied up your hair with a heavy sigh, the click of your heels loud against the steady beep of the man's EKG.
Calmly, you glanced at the monitor, soft eyes combing over his QRS complex in an attempt to double check for any abnormalities.
His mutation was one you had never seen before, and you wanted to make sure it didn't affect the efficacy of your data.
Despite being a victim of a nasty car accident, his heartbeat, along with his many other vitals, were ones of a person with a perfect bill of health.
'A healing ability along with his claws?'
Looking up, you held your hand out to the small philodendron across the room, using your power to grow one of its stems and reach toward the table, grabbing the parts for a syringe and bringing it to you.
"Thank you, Phil," you hummed, carefully returning him to his pot.
What would really back up your hunch would be a blood sample...
Expertly, you assembled the injector, doing so with perfect ease as if you'd done it a hundred times beforeâwhich you had.
Once it was done, you gently slid your hand under his arm, turning it over to reveal the veins near the crease of his elbow.
You held the needle at the ready, just inches away from pricking his skin, before thoughtlessly glancing up at his face.
For about the sixtieth time in the hour.
'Damn...'
He was absolutely, positively gorgeousâthe handsomest man you had ever seen.
Rugged, hunky features with sexy facial hair to match, paired with thick arms, delicious pectorals, and abs carved out of stone.
'You've had a chance to gawk... now back to business.'
Clearing your throat, you quickly shook yourself out of it, refocusing on the task at hand and pressing the needle against his skin.
Big mistake.
In an instant, he was awake and jumping off the table, the shock forcing you to drop the needle as he grabbed you, slinging his arm around your neck.
Eyes wide, you quickly reached out to Phil, the small plant quickly growing humongous right before your eyes.
The mystery man stared at it, brows furrowed in confusion, until one of its newly acquired vines shot straight for his head, forcing him to let go of you and dive out of the way.
Gasping for air, you thankfully clutched your throat, attempting to catch your breath as Phil's limbs chased the man out into the hall.
'The professor'll stop him from hurting anyone upstairs... hopefully Phil can grab him before then...'
Slowly starting to recover, you grasped the table's edge, using it to hoist yourself back up on your feet, grumbling to yourself about how rough he was.
Suddenly, the vines began to recede, one of them resting on your shoulder and blooming a flower.
"He made it to the elevator?" you parroted, turning to the plant and catching the blossom as it gracefully fell into your palm, reporting the new development.
You let out a knowing sigh, already able to foresee the scolding you were about to receive from the team's leader.
"Scott's gonna kill me..."Â
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Why did shit like this always happen to him?
It was beginning to become routine for Logan to wake up in unknown places, with people he's never seen before, yet people who seemed to know everything about him.
"I'm Charles Xavier. Would you like some breakfast?" the old man in the wheelchair asked, cool as a cucumber despite the strange man standing in his office.
"Where am I?" Logan asked, brows furrowed and eyes flicking around the room in an attempt to find some sort of clue.
"Westchester, New York," Xavier answered, wheeling out from behind his desk. "You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention."
"I don't need medical attention."
The old man made a small smile, "Yes, of course."
He seemed to have an answer for everything...
Suddenly, the memory of a little stowaway popped into Logan's head, reminding him of the precarious situation she was in.
"Where's the girl?" he asked again, still looking around.
"Rogue? She's here. She's fine."
"Really?"
Just then, the door opened, a woman with stark white hair strutting in with a manâwho had the weirdest sunglasses in the worldâat her side.
"Ah, Logan, I'd like you to meet Ororo Monroe, also called Storm," Xavier introduced, Ororo greeting him with a soft hello, "Along with Scott Summers, also called Cyclops."
Scott held out his hand to shake, but was met with a suspicious glare that held little to no warmth at all.
"They saved your life."
That is... until you came walking in after.
"And I believe you've already met Dr. (y/n) (l/n)."
His eyes flicked to yours, and there he saw the most beautiful woman he had seen in a long timeâand trust, he had seen plenty.
The way your curls framed your face...
The way your clothes accentuated your figure...
The way your skin seemed to glow, despite being indoors...
You looked like you stepped out the pages of a beauty magazine, or the screen of a blockbuster movie.
'Damn...'
He wasn't one to stare, but you made it hard not to.
"You're in my school for the gifted. For mutants," Xavier continued, stealing away his attention. "You'll be safe away from Magneto."
"What's a Magneto?"
"A very powerful mutant who believes that a war is brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity. I've been following his activities for some time. The man who attacked you is an associate of his called Sabretooth."
"Sabretooth?"Â Logan raised a brow, amused.
The professor nodded, and Logan quickly turned to Ororo, pointing, "Storm," he clicked his tongue.
He faced Xavier again, donning what seemed like a rarely occurring smile.
"What do they call you? Wheels?"Â
Letting out a dry laugh, he started toward the door, done with the conversation.
"This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
But Scott didn't move out of his way, instead standing firm in his place.
"Cyclops, right?" Logan grabbed him by the shirt, roughly. "You wanna get out of my way?"
"Logan, it's been almost fifteen years, hasn't it?" Xavier stopped him. "Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
Logan whipped around, facing the professor with a sharp glare, "Shut up."
"Give me a chance... I may be able to help you find some answers."
"How do you know?"
On cue, Xavier's voice began to echo in his mind, whispering words that didn't seem to come out of his mouth.
'The hell...'
"What is this place?"
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By the professor's powers of persuasion, he managed to calm Logan down, filling him in on everything about Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and convincing him to compromise long enough for you to finish your tests.
Which was why he was now back on your work bench, staring up at you intensely as you removed the small, plastic patches from his skin.
"I'm sorry," he blurted, seemingly out of nowhereâbut he honestly felt guilty for nearly strangling you to death.
You knew that... but you wanted to hear him say it.
"Sorry for what?" you asked, innocently, as you plucked off the last few.
"If I hurt you," he clarified, pointing to your neck.
Pleased, you gave him a warm nod, flashing a small smile before turning and starting up the MRI.
Maybe he wasn't so bad after all...
"So... you couldn't wait to get my shirt off again, huh?"
'Never mind.'
You glanced back at him, letting out a soft scoff at his gall before pressing the button and sending him sliding into chamber, abruptly.
Once he was fully in, you headed over to the viewing room next door, where the others waited for you to explain what they were seeing.
"The metal is an alloy called adamantium. Supposedly indestructible," you started, looking at the X-rays of his skeleton. "It's been surgically grafted to his entire skeleton."
"How could he have survived a procedure like that?" Ororo asked, concerned.
"His mutation," you answered. "He has uncharted regenerative capability, which enables him to heal rapidly."
You crossed your arms over your chest.
"This also makes his age impossible to determine. He could very well be older than you, Professor."
"Who did this to him?" Scott asked.
"He doesn't know, nor does he remember anything about his life before it happened."
"Experimentation on mutants," Xavier sighed, thoughtfully. "It's not unheard of... but I've never seen anything like this before."
"What do you think Magneto wants with him?" you asked, worried.
A face off with him would spell doom for Logan.
He could very well just rip the metal bones right out of him, form a skewer, and impale him with his own skeleton.
'Gross...'
The thought made your stomach churn.
"I'm not entirely sure it's him Magneto wants..."
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can I request Leo Valdez smut?
he starts getting handsy at a party with a hyperfem reader in a short skirt and they go at it in a bathroom.
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i can definitely do that for u, this one got away from me and i think u can tell i mostly read smut lmao
have u declared urself squirrel anon? or is that just what u use lmao
content: no mention of protection (be smart y'all), coming inside, mirror sex ig?, orgasm denial (just once, fem recieving), exhibitionism if u squint, she/her pronouns for reader
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For the tenth time, I push Leo's hand out from under the hem of my skirt. I lace my fingers with his, keeping his hand still under the guise of being affectionate as I continue the conversation I'm in the middle of.
Of course, with one avenue shut down, my ever-creative boyfriend finds a new tactic; his other hand.
His fingers sneak around my waist, fingertips just tracing over the hem of my crop top, nails catching lightly at the pale pink fabric. I don't even need to look at him to know he's barely suppressing a smirk.
"Keep your hands under control," I whisper to him once the conversation has moved away from me. "I don't want to spend the night adjusting my clothes from your groping."
Leo stifles a laugh, head turning to nose at my cheek. "Then don't adjust them, let me see more of you." His hand on my waist slips upward, fingertips barely brushing the side of my chest.
"I'm gonna kill you," I hiss, but a smile keeps pulling traitorously at my lips. His hand in mine squeezes at my fingers, inching our joined hands over my thigh.
His voice is soft and a little raspy, hot against my ear. "Fine, but can I fuck you first?"
I sputter a shocked laugh, whipping my head around to see the tempting glint in his eyes, paired with the teasing smirk on his lips. Raising an eyebrow in disblief, I dart my eyes over the rest of the room full of people.
"...are you being serious?"
It's as if something lights up in him, sitting up straighter and tightening his hold on me just a little. "I wasn't, but I am now!" He grins, teeth biting at his lower lip. "Can I? Holy shit, can I actually fuck you right now?"
That's too many things said way too loud for my dignity, and I smack a hand over his mouth to stem the flow of excitement. "If you shut the fuck up, maybe."
Leo nods earnestly behind my hand, eyes wide with anticipation. He pulls my hand away to give it a kiss on my knuckles. "I'll never talk again."
"...sounds highly unlikely," I laugh, standing up and smoothing down my skirt.
The speed at which Leo navigates through the party to an empty bathroom is suspicious, almost as if he'd planned it, or was maybe so needy he'd kept an eye on which rooms were empty. The minute the door shuts and locks with a click, his hands are on me, lips pressed hotly against mine. My back gets pushed against the door and I gasp, Leo taking advantage of my surprise to deepen the kiss and lick into my mouth.
He tastes of whatever dumb cocktail he'd made us earlier, declaring himself a professional mixologist because he was good at measurements. My eyes flutter closed, hands running up his chest and into his hair, drawing a soft moan from him.
"So pretty," he breathes, words pressed between kisses, his hands tugging and fisting my clothes like he can't quite decided what to do with them. "Can't believe I let you go to this party without ruining you first."
"Let me?" I tease, pretending to be offended and half-heartedly pushing him away with a hand on his chest. Leo whines at the disconnection of our lips.
"You know what I mean," he murmurs, pressing me harder against the door and working his hands under my crop top. "Wear whatever the fuck you want, but it's gonna make me go insane."
I laugh, cutting myself off with a soft, short moan as he gets two handfuls of my chest, squeezing and groping as he pants against my lips. With a swift movement, he shoves my top up under my arms, revealing the dark pink bra, the tiny gemstone in the centre glinting in the bathroom light.
"Fucking hell, baby-" He almost whimpers, eyes fixed on the swell of my tits under the pretty garment. "You want me dead, is that it?"
Just to really drive it home, I lean in so my lips are pressed against his ear. "You like it? I was worried you'd be able to see it through my clothes, but I guess not, luckily my skirt is just long enough to hide the matching underwear."
I briefly worry for his knees as Leo falls to the floor, and I giggle as he drags my skirt unceremoniously down my legs. As promised, the matching dark pink panties are on display, gemstone on the front and all.
One of Leo's hands goes to my thigh, and his other hand guides one of mine to his shoulder. "Hold on, pretty girl."
Before I can get another word out, his mouth is on me, tongue licking a broad stroke over my underwear. My hand fists the shoulder of his shirt, a loud gasp pulled from my lips as he buries his head between my thighs. His free hand yanks the thin, damp fabric out the way, holding it as he laps at my pussy with an almost feverish intensity.
My stomach swoops deliciously as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, head falling forward and hips bucking against his mouth. His brown eyes meet mine as he looks up from below me, and I can see the delight and desire in his eyes as he sees me cover my mouth when he slips a finger inside me.
His tongue circles and strokes at my bundle of nerves, long finger pushing in and out of my hole and curling at the perfect spot to get my legs trembling. The familiar knot in my gut tightens further and further, my walls spasming around Leo's fingers as he slips another one inside me.
"B-Baby, 'm gonna come-" I pant behind my hand, gazing down at him desperately. "Gonna m-make me come, fuck-"
He pulls his fingers out, tongue slipping back in his mouth with a dirty grin. "No, not yet."
"What?" My jaw drops, frustration taking the place of the pleasurable tension in my stomach. "Come on, I was so close!"
"I know." Leo shrugs, before standing up and grabbing my waist to bend me over the bathroom counter. His hand tangles in my hair, the other yanking my panties down my thighs to my knees as he stands behind me. "You're gonna come on my cock."
I moan at his voice, the words so matter-of-fact, like there were no other options; either I was gonna come on his dick, or not at all. Skirt discarded on the floor and underwear out the way, Leo undoes his pants with one hand, shoving them down along with his underwear. The way he sighs in relief as he wraps a hand around himself makes a shiver run up my spine, biting my lip as I watch his reflection throw its head back.
"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?" he murmurs, looking down and nudging his tip between my legs, moaning lowly at the way my arousal coats the head of his dick. "How do I even function when you're so gorgeous in your cute little tops and tiny fuckin' skirts?"
I don't know if I'm supposed to reply, but I can't when he presses into me, both of us moaning in unison. He doesn't look away as my pussy swallows his cock inch by inch, his hands gripping tight to my hips.
"I lasted two hours," he pants, groaning low in his throat as his hips meet mine, sinking as deep as he can into my cunt. "Two hours needing to be in this pretty little pussy, I think that's pretty good considering my distinct lack of impulse control."
My eyes roll back as he suddenly snaps his hips, a sharp moan falling from my lips. "T-Two hours? We've only been here- shit!- an hour and a half?"
"Yeah, well," Leo laughs breathlessly, beginning to build up a rhythm, letting go of my hips to brace himself against the bathroom counter as he fucks me into it. "Wanted you before we even left the house, the second I saw you looking like this-" He punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, a yelp catching in my throat as I scramble for purchase against the surface of the counter. "-and now I can't decide whether to take you home or f-fill you up with my come and make you go back to the party."
A rush of heat pulses through me and I clench around him involuntarily, gasping unsteadily, dizzy at the image he conjured up in my mind. I feel him laughing lowly against my back, his nose burying into the crook of my neck.
"Dirty fuckin' girl, you got tighter," he teases, hips getting faster, snapping his cock into me over and over, a hand reaching down to find my clit. "Is that what you want? Want me to pull your cute pink panties up and hold my load inside you, trying not to ruin your skirt?"
His middle finger gathers the wetness from my folds and smears it over my clit, making smooth circling motions that send electricity through my body. "F-Fuck, yes, don't stop," I whimper, catching his eye in the mirror and moaning brokenly at his dark, mischievious smirk. "I'm gonna c-come, want you to come inside me, L-Leo, please, baby, wanna h-have your come!"
Leo swears several times in Spanish, hot and fast against my ear as his hips stutter against mine. "That's it, pretty girl, come around my dick, wanna feel it, come for me and I'll fill you up, okay?"
I nod frantically, and it only takes a few more seconds of his finger playing with my clit before I feel that knot in my gut break, pulled too tight as I spasm between him and the bathroom counter. My whole body trembles, and Leo sinks his teeth lightly into my shoulder. "Feels so good, h-holy shit, did so good for me, there we go..."
He lets out a gutteral groan against my skin, his hips stuttering to a stop as he pulses inside me, thick come painting my insides. His arms wrap around me, nosing against my neck as he rocks his hips a little, panting hard.
After a few moments, the aftershocks settling, Leo eases himself out of me, shushing my soft whines with kisses pressed to my shoulder and neck. His fingers move to my hole, gently pushing against it to stop his come from spilling out too much as his free hand carefully pulls my panties back up my legs.
"My beautiful girl," he murmurs, voice thick with affection as he adjusts the fabric to make sure it's comfortable, kneeling for a moment to press a gentle kiss to my pussy over the panties. He helps me off the counter, arms around me as he litters kisses over my cheeks and nose until I giggle. "There it is, that's my favourite sound."
"Cheesy," I whisper, tone stupidly loving as I grin up at him, arms slinging around his neck. "Are we really gonna go back out there and pretend nothing happened while I ruin my underwear?"
A pause, and he shrugs. "I'll buy you more."
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i hope u enjoyed, this kind of got away from me but i'm not mad about it
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SG! Sentinel Prime x Female! High Guard! Reader
Transformers One
In this POV: the Reader is a member of the High Guard, who used to have a very close relationship with Sentinel, before he switched.
đŠđŠ part: 2
Y/N POV:
When I opened my eyes, I foundmyself on my knees in a golden room. My vision is blurry and my head still rang from the fight. Flashbacks from the fight ran in my mind, as I remembered D-16 challange my dearest friend Starscream. But I could do anything as Soundwave held me and Shockwave back.
Before anyone knew it, Airachnid and her mans rushed in and attacked. I found myself face to face with her, before she over powered me and kidnapped me.
My F/C optics widen in horror once I heard the familiar voice of my once called friend. My spark froze as his loud footsteps approaches me. "Well! If that's not the infamous High Guard! You guys gave me trouble finding you!"
Sentinel Prime smirked as he walked past imprisoned High guards, satisfaction visible on his faceplate. Just then, my optics met his red ones. For a second he froze, and his smirk twitched. I quickly looked away, my spark beating rapidly. I could hear him laugh hearty he praised Airachnid. "Airachnid! You even found Y/N!"
I heard as Sentinel walked up to my side, and smirked down at me
"My love~." "I'm NOT your 'Love'!" I growled as I looked up at him with hatred. My Optics met with his. His smirk widens more, as he leaned even closer towards me. I leaned further from him.
"Now now my love, Frown never suited your beautiful face." My frown only deepened as he placed his red servo under my chin and forced my head up. I jiggled my servos that were tightly locked in handcuffs, which only added boost to his smirk. "Tell me, Y/N, how were you living as an outcast? Mhm? Was Starscream taking good care of you?" Even with his gentle voice, I could tell he was holding his anger in check. His grip on my chin tightens as I stared in to his red optics. I remember the times they used to be blue. His whole frame was bluish and goldysh. Since the day, he turned his back on Sentinel and high Guard, he changed. He was no longer the man I respected and looked up to.
Sentinel and I were very close. Many thought we were dating but we weren't. I always loved Starscream, tho he was never the most kindest and wises, but he always sacrificed so much so save those he cared about.
Sentinel knew it, if only I knew what I know today, I would had thought it was another reason of his betray.
Flash back :
"SENTINEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" I shouted in horror. My spark was hammering against my chasis, as I watched Sentinel walking alongside with the Quintessons out of the cage. We acquired a distress call from Alphatrion, but it seems we were late.
Sentinel looked down on as, with an expression I couldn't read. The quintesson next to him growled something and raised it's gun at us, but Sentinel pushed it down as he made few steps towards me.
"Y/N..." He extended his blue servo towards me. As his blue Optics mixed with mine. "Come with me. I can treat you like a royally. You'll live like a Queen by my side, you'll have gold t-cog and live your best life, if... you'll become my Conjux Endura." I gasped as he opened his chasis, and revealed his spark chamber to me. That's when I saw it. Megatronus Primes t-cog, proudly shining in my optics, I stared at him in disbelieve, as I backed away. For a second, I could see pain in his blue optics. He made a step back and looked at his chasis, as he placed his servo over it.
"You'll pay for your betray, Sentinel!" Starscream growled, as he stood infront of me protectively, painting his nullray at him.
Sentinel, very slowly looked up back at us, his blue optics now filled with hatred, as a cruel smirk slowly rises. "No... I will not." With a single nod, all of those quintessons lifted their guns at us, and another fight began...
Present time:
"You're no longer the person I care about, you changed, Sentinel. And not for good!" I said with venom in my voice. He only chuckled once again, as he released my chin and walked past me. I could see B-127 looking at me with surprised expression. "Wait, you two knew each other before?"
"I thought I know him. But apparently I was wrong." B-127 looked even more shocked, but before he could say anything, he got interrupted by Sentinel, who looked really displeased. "Aw come on Y/N! It's still me just... in red, and I work for the Quintessons, and they did me a big honor- I mean look at me!" His smirk widens even more as he turned towards me, his gold wings high in the air and his chasis too. "I live as a King! And you could had live as my Queen, and you still can-" "I would rather die!" He only chuckled, as he looked at Airachnid and then back at me, he shook his head as he began to approach me with his servos behind his back. "Now there-" "leave her alone!" B-127 shouted at him. I was surprised by his bravely, but chill ran down my back, as my wings twitched with fear. Sentinel looked at him, with hatred. He frowned and began to approach him.
"Oh? And you think I'll listen to a little bot like you?" He almost laughed, and with few steps he approached him and leaned over him. "Because the last time I listened to a Iaconian, ended DEAD." "Why did you do it Sentinel! Why did you betrayed our friends! The Primes! Cybertron! What were you hoping to gain! A power! Was it worth it?!" I demanded to know. As he looked at me again, he calmed down lightly, as he straightened up and walked back up to me. "Yes, yed I was doing it for power, to live as a king, but the main reason, was you." He once again forced my chin up, as my optics met with his again. But this time... I didn't see the mech he become, no. I saw care and love in his optics. He released my chin and took my servos in his. "I could never impress you. I was just mere chief advisor. You were always running of to Primes and Starscream- so I had to do it! I couldn't lose you. You're everything to me. I love you, and you alone."
He leaned closer to me, his fore head pressed against mine, as he took a deep breath. "Come with me, I'll take good care of you." His words sounded so gentle, it brought back the memories when we were friends. He always hoped we could be something more, but we never were. I was with Starscream, and I love him deeply. I shook my head and looked up at him. "No."
The pain in his optics, they flickered again. He clearly didn't expected my rejection, as he backed away. He stared at him in disbelief for what felt like a minute, but then he growled, his optics burned with rage, as he stormed past me and towards Starscream, I screamed at him to leave him alone, but he ignored me. He grabbed Starscream by his throat and lifted him up, and tossed him over us, as he landed in front of our optics. He struggled to get on his feets, but sentinel stepped on his back, as he began to crush him with his pede. "Sentinel don't! Please!" I pleaded, as tears leaked down my cheeks. Sentinels gaze was stern, showing nothing but peace anger, as he slowly turned his head to me. His red menacing optics staring in to mine. He released Starscream and walked back up to me. "Look at you, always caring for others but never for me... but, that's good. Because now, I have a last proposal for you. So tell me... my love.~" I watched as he got on his knee again, and revealed his spark to me.
"Will you accept my offer now?
Let me know if you want a part 2~~
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Scaramouche x reader (Spiderman au)
GUYS GUYS SPIDER-MAN SCARA BRAINROT EIFJEJDCKKEFM gods i CANT
Hot emo spider boy grrr
Not very spicy (a bit at the end) this is pretty much just a plot that I enjoyed writing about
Preview:
"all you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind."
Blues, greens, whites, and reds zoomed by the eye coverings on your mask. Noises from the city and its traffic flared up in your ears and ended as soon as they came. The sharp wind whipping your hair around, and the feeling of your suit moving with your body made you feel alive.
Your hands moved methodically in a pull up, release, and shoot cycle. The strong webbing that was naturally formed in your body shot out through a tiny slit in your wrist, and the cut in your suit fabric made it easy to shoot out of.
The ground seemed so far away every time you launched yourself up into the night air, but became almost touchable when you let gravity take you back down. Your lungs took in large amounts of air and released heavily through the mask fabric.
When you arrived at a certain large skyscraper, you began your ascent. The webbing that flew out hit the glass panels which you used to propel you upwards. The noises from the city below grew quieter as you neared the top roof with the internet tower sitting in the middle.
Your hand grasped the edge of the building and used your upward force to swing over the ledge onto the roof surface. Standing upright, the wind hit you and blew your hair away from your face showing you the view that you never got tired of. The city looked so small from there. Leaning over where you just came from, this was definitely the tallest building in your city.
Planes overhead made their presence known by the blinking lights that were flashing from their bodies. Above them lay the stars, although you couldn't see them because of the light pollution. The silence, even though so many things were happening, was always strange. It just showed how high up you were. The wind was your only company with its occasional howl coming from any direction.
Although, your solitude didn't last long. A cold sensation ran down your spine and an instinctual alert inside your mind told you something was coming. A figure, black as the night above came so fast at you, you didn't have time to react.
In a tangle of arms and at the speed of the impact, you and the figure crashed into the part of the roof that led to stairs to the floors below. A loud grunt came from the figure beside you when their head hit the wall.
Your own body had slammed into the stone pretty hard. Obviously it was much worse for you since the impact sent you into the wall first. A strangled gasp for air escaped your lungs after it had been knocked out and you fell to your side with your vision spinning. Rough hands turned you over, ripped off your mask from your face, and grabbed you over your mouth. The other hand held your shoulder to the ground.
Above you, the figure, who you figured was a male, was breathing hard. The hand over your mouth gripped hard, and your attempts to speak failed. In your panic, you shot webbing onto his face with your free hand and kicked him back once you got a leg up from underneath him.
Immediately once you had enough free space, you made a dash for the edge so you could jump off. Alarms went off in your mind again, making you duck in time to see a web shooting overhead at what would have been your neck. The next one, however, you couldn't dodge in time.
White webbing caught your ribs and pulled you to the man again. Before you could blink, you were wrapped in web that was holding you in all directions. You couldn't move, and your mask that protected your identity lay away from you on the ground. When you finally were still, you could see clearly who he was.
Short violet hair moved in the wind revealing a black mask with purple and blue iridescent web looking designs interlacing it. The body suit also had the same design. The person's mask ended at their hairline, letting the bangs that were there fall over it. Everyone had seen him, he was quite famous although no one knew his real identity. The savior of teyvat city, spiderman.
He ran a hand through his hair rubbing the spot that hit the wall and let out a long sigh. "I really wanted an easy night tonight..." the man ran his hands down his face and walked toward you. Without gentleness, he grabbed you face again and tilted it how he pleased.
"What the hell-do you always treat people this way?"
"Well most people I come across that have any sort of power aren't exactly wishing the city a merry Christmas."
Fair. From what you had seen, every time he made an appearance was when a supernatural threat was in the city, like that one battle with a giant lizard you saw on YouTube. You'd seen what he was capable of, and that he probably didn't have any intention other than protecting the city, so you decided to be compliant.
For a bit, he was silent. He brought a hand up that had your webbing that was on his face on it, and his silver eyes on his mask narrowed.
"I watched you swing up here from a distance before attacking you. You shot this from your wrist."
"Yeah, I'm guessing you want a backstory?"
"Normally I wouldn't care, but your web is the same make as mine. It's not coincidental." He then waved his hand for you to speak.
You simplified the story as needed in your head, and begin to tell about your spider experience.
...
You were in college enjoying your student life when it happened. With your university being so close to ILDOTTORE Inc., a lot of students came to study in the sciences, you being one of them.
In one of your leisurely afternoons at the campus park, you were sitting on a bench just looking at the wind blow through the trees when you felt a sharp pain on your hand. The pain continued to spike when you pulled your hand up and shook it. Looking at your palm, sitting there was an iridescent spider that had its fangs lodged in your skin.
It looked abnormal for sure. Its eyes were bigger and it's legs were longer. A strange symbol was marked on its back, almost like an experimental number you would put on test subjects. Without a thought you immediately slapped the spider.
When it didn't come off the first hit, you took off your shoe and pressed it to your hand, not caring about the dirt because the bite hurt. When you got the spider off your hand, you relaxed thinking you'd definitely killed it.
Feeling something moving on your thigh, you looked down and jumped from your sitting position with your hand swatting at your thigh. The spider, with one less leg now, was crawling up your leg until you swat it off.
"Oh hell no, die hoe." You took the shoe that was still off and put it quickly back on your foot. As the spider was speeding away, you chased it a couple of steps from the bench and stomped on it like you'd never put your foot on the ground before. After twisting your foot back and forth on the spider, you took your shoe off an examined if it was really dead.
It twitched only once even though it was completely crushed, but that was enough to smush it again until you were only looking at a black smudge on the concrete path.
Ever since that day, you had to stay in your apartment with a sick excuse because of the changes your body was undergoing. The pain was blaring. Your hands would stick to things randomly, and your vision would shift from regular to being able to see through walls. You felt feather light, could move faster, and jump higher.
The strangest parts were the fact that you could shoot webbing from openings in your wrists, and that you would get a strange feeling when something was about to happen. Your reaction time had heightened and your body molded itself into being fitter.
After days of change and determining that the spider gave you those powers, you found ways to control your new abilities. You even made yourself a suit from your webbing. After school days, you would practice in a remote alleyway what all you could do. Swinging around and climbing walls wasn't as hard as you thought. Watching videos of Spider-Man's fights also gave you some tips on how to move well. You were around one month into your new experience before this incident.
...
"So that's where it went...And you made sure 100% that you killed the spider?"
"The only thing left was a blot on the ground. Pretty sure it's dead."
"Great. My two problems have been cut to one."
You wondered if the problem he was referring to was you and the spider. You were correct.
"So can you let me out now?" You wiggled the only movable thing your body, which was your hands. Spider-Man laughed sarcastically and stepped backwards to sit onto the edge of the building. The wind picked up swaying his hair, and his eye pieces on his mask moved in a gleeful expression that you knew had a teasing glint in them.
"Nah, you can get out yourself. You're the same as me right?"
The same? You huffed and looked around you spotting the places his web connected to other structures that held you in place. Angling your hands in the direction of the connection, you shot a web and held on to the end. Your web connected to the place his was stuck on and you pulled with your hand as far away as you could.
His web snapped off, letting one arm loose. From there you broke yourself free from all the webbing. Walking with your back turned to him, you picked your mask up off the ground, moved your hair out of your face, and put it back on.
Suddenly, you felt a web come in contact with your back. Turning around, you saw that spiderman wasn't there anymore. A long web was quickly sliding down off the edge, and you noticed too late that the web was connected to you.
With a scream, you were yanked forward and launched off the building. Looking down, you spotted Spider-Man diving down with the web that held you in one of his hands. When his fall had reached around half of the buildings height, we shot a web from his free hand and began a swing.
"You better shoot a web, I'm gonna let go!" Although most of his words got lost in the wind, you got the message. As soon as you shot a string, the web on your back became loose. You quickly yanked it off your back and swung with your other hand to catch up to him.
You synced up your swing timing to match his, but as soon as you did he changed direction. you caught up to him stopping on a building top where he hung off the side waiting for you.
"You're slow." Indigo hair blew in the wind and his head tilted. His arm hung out in the wind beside him while he held onto the edge with his other.
"Well maybe I would have caught up faster if someone didn't pull me off the tallest building in the city. Secondly, I'm still knew to this whole thing." You landed a bit below him with a web holding you to the building. The man above you laughed and spoke in a haughty tone,
"all you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind." His hand left the edge letting gravity take him. Diving after him, you followed him through narrow alleyways and under highways. It was hard to see him because his suit was so dark, but the iridescent colors on his chest guided you.
You didn't know why you were following him, or better yet why he was indirectly telling you to. Chasing him around in sporadic movements soon became easier. It almost felt like he was training you.
At one point, he disappeared from your vision. Coming to a stop in a dark street where no cars were coming, you looked around. A sharp zing went off in your head, making you turn around in time to see a web come in contact with your face. The mask attached came off and your hand shot up to cover your face.
"Hey! You don't know who's around here, and there may be cameras in this area!" You yelled out in the direction the web came from with your hands over your whole face.
"If you can't block a simple thing like that, and by the way that wasn't even an attack, you're not going to survive fights or the media." A sultry voice spoke near your left ear.
You turned pretending to not be surprised by his sudden closeness. "What are you even talking about-"
"You think you can go back to normal society with these powers? You're already all over the media from swinging around tonight with me."
Spider-Man shoved your mask on your hands that cover yourself and you quickly put the mask back on. When you remove your hands, the first thing you see is a phone screen reading,
Another spider joins Spider-Man? Two swinging figures seen around teyvat city tonight, watch the video footage!
With narrowed 'I'm-not-having-it' eyes, you looked at him behind the phone, "you did this on purpose didn't you."
"The point is, you're now obligated to protecting the city whether you want to or not. It would be better if I trained you so you don't end up wasting your abilities by dying early."
My gods. Everything was happening so fast. Your hand came up to rub your temple through the mask because of the headache that rose.
Your hands went out in a calm down motion. "Ok ok give me a minute. I'm in college and I do have a lot of time, but how am I going to balance these two things? And how on earth are we going to meet up, to quote you, train?"
"Well I make it work with my classes. We can set a schedule for you to meet me at the building we first came in contact."
You mean the place you nearly busted my head open you thought to yourself before you caught an important detail in his words.
"You're in college?" You pause and look at Spider-Man who has his arms crossed. Silence before he spoke,
"No-"
"Oh wow you're younger than everyone thinks. I thought you were like 30 or something."
"Do I sound anything like thirty?" He said aggravated as he shot another web in your face making you take a couple steps back and struggle to get it off.
From that spot, you both worked out a plan to meet up three times a week on the tallest building roof. The first few weeks were rough, and they made you realize how tasking his job was. His training was rigorous, but you caught on fairly well. There were a couple times you went to grab his mask in hand to hand combat, only for you to fail and for him to flick your forehead. You tried making conversation, to which he didn't necessarily ignore you, but he kept his answers short and vague.
"So what major are you in since you won't answer which college you're at?" You poked his shoulder from where you were both sitting on the edge of the building.
"I'm an art student..."
"Actually?" You leaned forward and peered into the eyes on his mask. He nodded and went on staring out at the city. "What kind of medium do you like to use?"
"Charcoal most of the time. Occasional graphite or spray paint."
"I'll have to see some of your work sometime when we're not training. I really enjoy art."
"hmm..."
Over the next few times you two met, Spider-Man would let himself be more carefree with you in your now frequent conversations after training on top of the building. On one of your more tiring training sessions, a thought came into your head. This is merely training, what about real fights. Getting beaten and bruised with the media filming all of it. Was it ever lonely or stressful all by himself?
When you both sat down on the edge, you asked the question.
"It is lonely, being the only one in this position? Saving the city all by yourself?"
"It...was lonely, but now I'm too preoccupied dealing with your annoying ass to be like that."
"Aww, did my 'annoying ass' fill the void in your heart?" You exaggerated the last bit and poked his shoulder.
"Pshh." He pushed your poking hand off of him and tried to shoot a web at you again, but you dodged it. When his hand shot the web, you took the opportunity to try to grab his mask again. It had honestly become a thing to tease him with.
This time however, was different. He just seemed to sit there and let your hand wrap around the edges of his mask, taking it off and exposing his face. His hair whipped around in the wind, the violet bangs brushing his forehead. Long eyelashes and eyes that blinked slowly, almost teasingly so. His irises, like the color on his suit, but with depth and a color you could only describe as mesmerizing. Skin soft and a rosy pair of lips that parted slightly as you took the mask away. You almost reached out to touch him.
"Your eye pieces are wide open, what's the matter~?" His hand extends a bit and closes your slightly open mouth. He doesn't even bother to take the mask back from you, and instead just leans back on the ledge and throws his head back. Adam's apple moving as he swallows slightly.
"Uh-" you cleared your throat and tried looking at him again to speak, but when you did his eyes were locked with yours making your lungs close up.
"Scaramouche."
His voice brought you back. "What? Like Bohemian rhapso-"
"My name dumbass. You can use that instead of Spider-Man. Of course, not in public..."
You took off your own mask and set it beside his that now lay between you both. The wind felt good on your face, you hadn't taken it off in a while up there. There was a silence that hung from that point. You both rested there in your seated positions, and scaramouche could have sworn he heard you try out his name on your tongue.
...
The next month was peaceful. Winter break had begun, so you were able to rest at your apartment and spend more time with scaramouche. He actually started letting you into his life. You learned where he went to college and got to see a lot of his art projects in his own living space, although he kept some of them hidden from you for reasons unknown to you. Of course, you couldn't leave him alone about them and would always be trying to search for them when he wasn't looking.
"Hey, what do you say to getting a drink at- what the hell do you have in your hand?"
You stood there at his sketching desk, with papers that made your eyes wide. On the parchment, were graphite sketches of...you. The way the details on your face were so accurate made you blush furiously. All those times he would just seem to stare at you when your mask was off, was he looking so intently so he could draw you? The answer was right in front of your face.
Gods you were in deep. Not only did you develop feelings for him when you started training, but seeing this made you realize it was probably not one-sided.
Quick footsteps came behind you and a hand reached out to take the papers from you. Turning to him, you were surprised to see scaramouche's face close to yours with glaring eyes and a red that reached his ears.
"Did I not say that you weren't allowed to see those?"
Nothing came out your mouth. Your lips only parted to try and give an apology, and you didn't miss the way his eyes flicked down to your parted mouth. His eyes said so much, but you could see there was a fear in them as well.
...
After that incident, not much was said between you. The very next day you met on the tallest building once more. It was the day that you two would spar, like every other time right?
Wrong. You were both distracted. Every grab on your arm shot electricity through your soul, more than before. The same could be said for him. The distraction caused an accidental blow to the face, which knocked your mask off.
"Ah shit, are you al-" his voice cut short. You were leaning back against the wall behind you that he first encountered you on. Your chest was heaving and visible breath from the temperature came from your mouth. You looked too good to him in that moment, so he let his desires take over.
"Yeah I'm good...it just knocked my mask off-" a strong grip pushed you against the wall.
"Hey what-" Looking up at him, you saw his hand reach up and rip off his mask, his violet hair messily flowing around. He threw it to the floor before grabbing your face and smashing his lips on yours.
Your hands instinctively grabbed his suit turtleneck collar and pulled him into you. He wasted no time pushing his tongue past your lips and putting his body flush against yours. Surprised sounds left you as you could barely breath. He was desperate, hungry, and could no longer hold himself back.
The drawings were his only cope to deal with the feelings. Gods he was scared, scared that you would want to end the whole partner thing if you knew. Now all those doubts dissipated when he felt you meld your lips back with his when he tried to part your mouths.
Hands ran down your ribs and to your waist. His fingers were gripping you with need, and his mouth kissed you with abandon. Scaramouche never wanted to take his lips of yours, not after he'd waited so long gazing at you, watching the way you tried to do what he did, and feeling your covered skin when you fought.
Neither of you needed to breathe. You believed you could be sustained solely by each other's lips.
Only after several minutes of pure bliss in each other's mouths did you break apart for much needed air. You gasped and panted, and scaramouche did the same. He rested his head on your shoulder in the aftermath, just feeling your warmth that enveloped him despite the cold winds.
"Want to head to my apartment? We can um...continue there if you also want to-"
"Yes.â
You blushed when his hands wrapped around you and his face turned to kiss your jaw.
"I wonder if the media would like to know that Spider-Man is a romantic."
"Shut up..." He gave a slight laugh and slowly drew away from you. His eyes were clearly glazed over with a need for more, but he'd save it for when you were both warmer in your home. After picking up your masks off the ground, you both quickly made your way to your home where you couldn't stop scaramouche from starting to kiss your nape and skin before you even got into your apartment room.
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As Homelander (Antony Starr)
Description: Y/N wants to have sex with Antony in the Homelander costume.
Warning: Smut
Word Count: 1,467k
Y/N watched as her husband walked around in the homelander suit reading lines in his trailer. They were filming for Season 4 and Y/N was in this season. She played Billyâs love interest and her character hated Homelander. Antony was happy to have his wife on set with him and even acting together even though their characterâs hated each other. A secret that Y/N has kept since she first saw Antony in the suit was that she wanted him to fuck her as Homelander.
Not the personality part but the look part. But she never said anything to him about it. She knew he hated Homelander and she was scared he would look at her in disgust if she brought it up. Though he looked hot in the suit. âOkay well we have 5 minutes until my next scene.â He said pulling her out of her thoughts. âYouâll do great.â She told him and kissed him. She wanted to do so much more than just kiss him right now. He left to do his scenes and she had a few hours til hers so she decided to relieve herself. She got out her laptop and pulled up pictures of Homelander.
His character was disgusting but my god did he look hot. She imagined it as her husband, which technically he was. She stripped off her bottoms and got back into the bed covering her lower half. She traveled her hand down to her wet pussy. She began circling her clit while staring at pictures of Homelander. It felt dirty but she couldnât help it. She knew that she wasnât alone either. She read the fics and saw people simp over him so she shouldnât feel that grossed out by it. She tried not to moan too loud and kept her breathing at a minimum.
Rubbing her clit felt really good but it was nothing compared to Antonyâs hands. Speaking of him, he hadnât given her a time that he would be done so when he walked through the door seeing her pleasuring herself he was surprised. She gasped and quickly shut her laptop. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was opened. Antony just stared at her. He had the Homelander stare which was turning her on even more. âI wasnât expecting you back so soon.â She said her hand was not leaving her clit but she stopped rubbing.
âWhat were you watching?â He asked, ignoring her question. âI wasnât watching anything.â She said. He sighed and went and grabbed her laptop. She protested but he opened it and was faced with pictures of Homelander. âI was gonna tell you eventually but I figured you would find it disgusting.â She said, not looking at him. âYou get off to Homelander?â He asked, âI get off to you in the costume and the accent.â She admitted. He nodded and closed the laptop. âGet on your knees.â He tells her in an American accent.
She looks at him kinda shocked. âI said get on your knees. You donât wanna find out what will happen if you donât listen to me.â He sounded just like him. She quickly got up and got on her knees. He smirked and she was only in a white shirt. âYou naughty girl touching yourself to me instead of just telling me.â He said and pulled down his pants to reveal a hard dick. A hard dick that she has sucked so many times but this time would be different. She stared at it as he walked closer. âI want your pretty little mouth on my cock. And you wonât stop til Iâve come down your throat.â He said. She nodded and took his hard dick and began moving her hand up and down.
She looked up at him with doe eyes, âI would do anything for you. Anything.â She said, quoting Firecracker. That made him smirk and gesture for her to continue. Her sweet warm mouth was on him in a second and he cussed. He loved her mouth and how it felt on him. She was perfect at making him come like this. His gloved hand grabbed her head, âYour mouth is amazing sweetheart.â He groaned out.
She bopped her head on him, taking all of him in her mouth to the back of her throat. His hips started moving, fucking her throat. She tried not to gag as he fucked her mouth but things were getting hard as he was ramming into her. âFuck sweetheart Iâm gonna cum.â He whined and in seconds he did and she swallowed all of it. He pulled out of her mouth and looked down amazed. âYou, my lady, are amazing. I think Iâll keep you.â He said and moved her so she was laying down. He pulled off the rest of his pants and got on her. The cape covered his bare ass and her legs.
His hand traveled up her shirt and squeezed her boobs. She gasped and he chuckled, âJust imagine milk coming out of these.â He said. His hand went to her tummy and rubbed it, âA chubby baby in here.â He said and his hand went to her pussy. âMy fat cock cumming in here.â She moaned every time he listed something. His gloved hand rubbed her pussy making her moan at the feeling. His bare finger would feel better but the feeling of his glove felt good too. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. âEyes on me.â He demanded and they opened quickly.
She stared up at him as he rubbed her clit. She was letting out breathy moans not knowing what to call out. âWhen you cum I want you to scream my name so everyone knows who is fucking you.â He tells her and stops rubbing her clit. She whines at the loss of contact but moans when she feels his dick rub against her. âIâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât be walking.â He tells her. She whines as he slides into her which was so easy given how wet she was. âFuck you feel fantastic.â He says. It was crazy that he was keeping the accent even though they were fucking.
She moaned loudly as he bottomed out in her.He looked at her with possessiveness in his eyes. He let her adjust to him for a second before he began moving. She stared up at him as he fucked her on the bed, really fast. Antony was a caring and slow lover during sex but Homelander was a different story. âYour pussy feels like home.â He growled and leaned down to kiss her. She knew the lips of her husband but this was Homelander and he kissed her with roughness and lust. She whined loudly into the kiss and his hand grabbed her throat. âYou like that? You like me fucking you hard and rough?â He asked and she nodded.
She couldnât speak. âAnswer me.â He demanded and sped up his thrusts. The noises of her and the wetness of her could be heard throughout the trailer. âYes fuck.â She cried and he let his face fall into her neck. Hearing him moan made her closer to the edge. Her hands were pinned by her head so she wouldnât scratch the back of his suit. She had a habit of leaving him with back scratches. His moans also turned to whines but she was still louder. âHomelander fuck Iâm gonna cum.â She announced in a whimper.
Her eyes were teary and she was shaking under him. âCum for me baby. Cum all over my cock.â He told her and she did. Her back arched as she screamed his name so loud. Louder than she ever had before and he felt her cum all over him. He slowed his pace to ride out her high but picked it up to chase his. She ran her hand through his hair. âFuck baby youâre doing so good. You feel so good.â She praises him and he moans at her words.
She felt him twitch inside of her and knew that he was about to cum. âI can feel you baby. Cum for me.â She said and he grunted her name and his hips stilled. She felt him cum and his hips stayed still until he was done. Both of them were breathing hard and she laughed. He looked down at her and laughed too. âWas that everything you fantasized about?â He teased and she nodded. âAnd more.â She said and kissed him. He pulled out of her and dropped on the bed next to her. âI especially need to clean these clothes and gloves.â He said looking down at his hands. She chuckled and sat up, âI have to get ready to film.â She said and kissed him.
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I love the storyâs you weight and I wanted to know if you could do a reader as to her Wayne sister (like 10) having a panic attack (from the amount of people) and how Batfam (specifically dick) would help respond and help reader. thank you so much I love reading your post
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You hated these stupid galas. Hated them. You were not a people person. You had tried to convince Bruce many times that you didnât need to be there, but yet he was certain all of his children needed to make an appearance at the event. So, instead of relaxing in your room after a busy patrol, you were crammed into a dress you could hardly breathe in and wearing enough jewellery to be a prime target of a robbery. The hall was over crowded. The furniture had all been moved to the edges of the room to make space for a dance for, to allow people to mingle but despite that the whole place just seemed to be so overcrowded. The lights were bright, the room too hot, the people too loud and yet you werenât allowed to leave. You couldnât leave: you had your set an example. Keep up appearances.
You glanced over warily at your brothers. They seemed to be unbothered by the whole evening. They stood, suit-clad with a glass of champagne in their hand as they spoke to each guest politely. You had long since abandoned your own drink, downing the contents before placing it on a side table. The sloshing of the liquid around the glass revealed your shaky hands, and how nervous you were. So you had opted to get rid of it all together. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you tried to release some of the tension with your clammy hands. But it was all too much. There were too many people. It was too loud. You couldnât breathe. You needed to get outâ
Suddenly, your feet were carrying you away down the steps and into the garden. You needed air. You needed out. You neededâ
Your chest rose and fell in staggered gasps as you raced to somewhere you hoped would be quieter. But no matter how hard you breathed you felt like you couldnât get enough air into your lungs: your chest constricted by the satin of your dress. And you couldnât get it off. It was too much. You couldnât breathe. You couldnât breathe.
Pushing through the double doors, you stepped outside. The nights air was crisp and cool, and it burnt when it entered your lungs. It was much quieter out here, but you still felt overwhelmed. You could still hear all of the people chatting away. What if they were judging youâŠâŠ? The over thinking makes it worse, and soon you were spiralling. Your fingers clenched together, clutching at your chest as you gasped, the fear and panic evident in your eyes as the tears began to fall.
And then came Dick. He had seen you slink away in a hurry and has excused himself from talking to chase after you. When he spotted you hyperventilating in the corner, he seemed to move impossibly quicker. Dashing to your sides he placed his hands on your shoulder and dropped to crouch at your height.
âHey. Hey. What happened?â He asked worriedly.
You stuttered trying to get out the right words. âI- I-â
âShh. Hey. Youâre okay.â He cooed.
Tim came out of the hall not a minute after Dick. He wore the same concerned expression on his face that caused wrinkles on his nose. âWhatâs going on?â He asked.
âPanic attack.â Dick answered simply. You had had these before. Keeping one hand on your shoulders as Tim moved to hold one of your hands, rubbing circles gently on the back of it, the pair of them moved you to sit on one of the chairs.
âShh. Youâre okay. Youâre alright. Just breatheâ Tim said gently, his gaze never leaving yours.
âWeâre here, kid. Itâs just us.â
Your chest still heaved, as you looked around panicked. Tim squeezed your hand tighter.
âHey. Look at me kid.â He prompted, waiting patiently until your eyes found his. âBreathe with me. Deep breaths. In and out.â He said, taking a deep breath and encouraging you to follow. Dick joined in too, following Timâs breathing until you had began to calm down. Your panicked breaths were soon reduced to soft hiccups.
âThatâs it kid.â Dick said gently. âYou alright?â
âY-yeah.â
Tim tilted his head at you sympathetically. âCan you tell us what happened, sweetheart?â
âI- the people.â You said.
The pair of them understood, and their faces softened. You havdgotten scared and overwhelmed by the amount of guests.
âSorryâŠâ
âHey. What are you sorry for?â
âIâm ruining the evening.â
Dick shook his head profusely. âYou have nothing to apologise for. These things happen, kiddo.â
âYeah but-â
âNo buts. We mean it. Okay?â
âOkay.â
âGood.â He said, voice turning softer. He made no move to leave and after a few minutes you raised your voice.
âArenât you going to go back to the party?â
âNope.â Dick said. âWeâre in no hurry. The party was boring anyway. Weâre going to stay right here with you. Always.â
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Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt.4
Sandor wasted little time in moving from your mouth to your neck, his hands ran through your hair and kneaded your breasts as if he was starving for you. Your brain could hardly comprehend the switch in his desires for you but you tried not to jinx it with overthinking. You decided to only live fully in the moment, as it felt like the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you. At last you could do whatever you wanted to him, he was yours in that moment and you were his.
He nipped under your earlobe and you exhaled a "Yes!" born of pleasure. He bit down harder where your neck and shoulder joined and you let out your first loud moan. Sandor growled, only fueling your fire and you wrapped your legs around his hips, desperately trying to get some friction where you needed it most. One large hand grabbed your thigh and squeezed before he pushed his hips into yours.
"Fuck--" He muttered under his breath, pulling away from your neck only to pull your dress down to reveal your breasts and latch his mouth onto one of your piqued nipples. You arched your chest up into his mouth and directed both hands to pull his hair. He sucked and bit one and pinched the other and it sent your heart beat between your legs and your skin erupted in goosebumps in spite of the heat between you. It was at this point you realized how many sounds you were making and, fearing someone would hear, you brought one hand to cover your mouth. You tried hard to steady your breathing through your nose but the way that Sandor was pressing against you made it a nearly impossible task.
Suddenly he pulled away and looked cross with you. "If you cover your mouth again, I'll stop."
You furrowed your brows. "But--"
"I want to hear you scream tonight," he dragged his hand up to your throat and applied only a bit of pressure, just enough to dizzy you. "Are you going to deny me that, princess?" You shook your head and he nodded, a sort of crazed smile pulling on his mouth. "Good girl."
The hand that was at your throat drifted down your breasts, your stomach still covered by the dress, until it finally creeped its way between your thighs. His smile grew cocky as he rubbed his fingers against the wetness you'd created. You blushed as he repeated the phrase, "Good girl... All this for me?" His finger brushed against your sensitive bundle and you trembled and moaned.
"Please, Sandor... Please don't tease me..."
Your face scrunched up in a near pout as he sank down off of the bed. Quickly he grabbed your thighs and pulled you so that your legs were hanging off of the edge. You gasped at his actions, at how easily he could control you, and grew insecure and confused when he sank down to his knees and threw your legs atop his shoulders. His eyes were locked in now on your flower; he looked upon you as if you were a feast and he hadnât eaten in days.
"Why shouldn't I tease?.. You dont think," he kissed your left inner thigh. "I've earned the right," Then he kissed your right. "to a little payback?"
You sat up on your elbows and watched in disbelief as he sank his head under your dress and began to devour your flower with his mouth.
"What are you--Oh!" You clenched your eyes shut and tried to close your thighs in reaction to him, but he made sure your legs stayed put. The pleasure was indescribable; you had never even heard of such a thing. You moaned again as he relentlessly lapped up all of your nectar. Your arms felt weak and so you threw yourself back against the bed, surrendering to this new delicious torture. Suddenly his tongue grazed a spot more sensitive than the rest and you let out another loud moan and thrust your hips instinctively, chasing that high. Sandor expertly obliged swirling his tongue over and over again in a spot you didnât even know you had, and you felt a pressure build in your stomach. Your moans grew higher in pitch, more desperate, and again, you covered your mouth with both hands now. He stopped.
"I hate repeating myself, girl. What happens if you cover that pretty little mouth of yours?"
You whimpered in response, begging him with your eyes to continue.
"Use your words." He chided.
"You stop..." You sounded like a bratty child and he smirked down at you. One of his fingers quickly found your sensitive nub again and he swirled circles around it, watching you approach your high to ensure you didn't cover your mouth again. When you became a writhing, moaning mess he decided to gently slip a finger into your entrance, making you gasp and try to sit up.
"Take it." He commanded, voice low and heavy with lust as he pushed you back down with his other hand. "Take it like the good girl I know you are..."
At last one whole finger pumped in and out of you, curling against your insides until you felt something snap inside you. You shuttered against his hand, moans and curses falling in a tangled spell from your lips. The knot in your stomach tightened again and you began to cry out, "Yes, yes, yes!" Sandor at last returned his mouth to its rightful place between your thighs and with a few laps from his tongue, you were finsihed. The knot in your stomach unwound and your eyes welled with tears of pleasure; your moans practically echoed off the walls as you pressed your husband's face even closer against you, riding out your waves of pleasure. His hands dug into both of your hips and he nuzzled his face in even closer, cleaning you completely. Finally, he pulled away panting.
"Oh fuck, fuck, what was that?" You felt dizzy, silly, sweaty and you weren't even sure if you were making sense, but you tried to sit up again. Sandor rose up from the ground and leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned again.
"Something I've wanted to do since our wedding night."
You leaned up and kissed him again, hands around the back of his neck to steady yourself. You wanted more of him, all of him. Your hands trailed down his chest, his stomach, to the waistline of his pants. He growled and pulled away.
"You sure you want this?" His eyes searched yours for a lie.
"Sandor Clegane, if you don't fuck me right now I'll die." You joked and he laughed breathlessly.
Your fingers slipped under his breeches and slid them off. He hovered over you as you finally saw what they had been hiding. Massive, as anticipated, but not as terrifying as you thought a cock would be. You considered the difference in your size for a moment and looked up at Sandor.
"Will it.. fit?"
"I'll make it fit." He assured.
You nodded, trusting him. He brought a hand up and caressed your cheek, and you leaned into it, turning slightly to kiss his palm and his skilled fingers.
"Have you really never done this?"
It was unbelievable to him that he could be so blessed with a mate like you, and by Joffrey no less. You shook your head softly and he sighed. The look in your eyes read both innocence and desire, and it was all for him. He almost didn't want to corrupt you, but the throb in his dick was becoming painful.
"This is gonna hurt then." He resolved before picking you up bridal style and carrying you over to your side of the bed.
He laid you down gently and thought for a moment about how best to do this. You were now completely naked and sprawled out before him like a goddess, (h/c) hair clinging to the sweat on your temples. The way Sandor looked at you only made you desire him more than ever and you opened your arms to him, practically begging for him to come back to you. He obliged, climbing on top of you. It now seemed he was the nervous one. His manhood rested against your thigh; it would be a lie to say you werenât nervous but your desire for him was strong enough to conquer your fear.
"Kiss me." You ordered and he smiled, brushing hair out of your face, and leaning downs to grant your wish. The kiss this time was more gentle, as if it meant something more than just lust. "I want you, Sandor.â You kissed him again. âI don't care if it hurts..â you opened your mouth for his tongue to enter again and you felt him throb against your leg and he let out a small moan into your mouth. You pulled back, biting his lip as you did so, causing him to suck air through his teeth and look down at you in shock. âI trust you with my life." You admit. You leaned your head up to lick and nip at his throat this time, and earned another sharp breath from him.
"Careful, girl." He warned again.
"Or what?" You quipped, feeling bold enough to reach out and graze your fingers along his manhood, still stood at attention. The sound he released was too interesting to cease your actions and so you continued, wrapping your hand around it and stroking up and down, smearing him in his own precum. He lurched forward into your hand and you both moaned. He pushed you to lay down again and took himself in his hand, stroking a few times before aligning with your entrance. He leaned down, the pressure on your cunt filling your stomach with butterflies. He nipped your ear and said, "I'll try to be gentle, but I make no promises..."
You nodded and kissed him again. It was your new favorite activity, after all, and you would be sure to do it whenever you could. His cock ran up and down, in circles around your entrance and you moaned into his mouth. Inch by inch he slowly slid himself in, his teeth clenched and breath in a hiss. He pressed his forehead against yours and you shared breath. It did hurt, like Anna had warned you. You felt as though you were being split in half, but remembered that she assured you it was normal. You looked down between your bodies, face tight in pain. ~Just a little bit more~, you thought. Sandor claimed your mouth in a kiss again as he finally filled you completely. You whimpered and he panted. Tears left your eyes against your will and you hoped he did not see. But he did, and he stilled in you and kissed away the saltiness on your cheeks. He pulled out slowly, not completely, and thrust back in.
âHold onto me, love.â ~Love?~ In that moment, you truly felt it. Your hands went to his back and you dug your nails in, resulting in a groan from him. His pace quickened and the pain dissipated. The sensation of being full was something you never wanted to lose, but God did it feel good when he pulled out and pushed back in.
âOh, Gods!â You murmured against his shoulder, nails scratching down his toned back now.
âSeven Hells, woman!â He exclaimed, leaning up to watch your breasts bounce with every hard thrust.
Soon the familiar knot was bound in your stomach again and you moaned louder than ever. âPlease please donât stop, Oh God, fuck me, Sandor!â âFuck!â He swore and his thrusts grew sloppy as he brought his hand down to rub delicious circles on your bundle of nerves again. It took only a few seconds before the combination had your eyes rolling back in your head and your orgasm ripping through you again. You clenched around him, biting his shoulder to hold back a scream and he pulled out quickly, leaving you feeling empty. You whimpered at the loss before warm liquid shot out across your stomach and boobs. Your husband groaned and growled as he stroked himself to completion. Then he collapsed beside you, the pair of you breathless, drenched fools.
âFuck.â You both said simultaneously and he started to laugh.
You smiled at him but couldnât bring yourself to laugh. You turned your sore yet buzzing body to face him. âSomething funny?â
He covered his face with both hands for a moment and shook his head. Then he turned to you, looked you up and down, and said âCâmere, woman.â
You squinted your eyes in suspicion but began to lift yourself to close the distance between you. He grabbed you by your waist without warning and picked you up as if you were a doll, and you were placed straddling his stomach. âI just canât believe it, sâallâŠâ His eyes roamed over your messy hair, your love-drunk face, your perfect tits and torso decorated with his seed, and that delicious little cunt youâd given only to him.
âCanât believe what?â You said, feeling a little shy under his gaze in spite of all that just occurred.
âI canât believe youâre mine.â
You smiled softly at the revelation and took his hands in yours, guiding them to stroke up and down your body. âAnd youâre mine.â You agreed, finally leaning forward to run your hands through his hair. Finally your fingers focused gently on the burn scars. They felt just like yours.
âDoes it still hurt?â He didnât answer. âYou can touch mine.â You offered, adjusting his hand so that he could feel your secret trauma. He stroked his thumb across your thigh but maintained eye contact.
âIt doesnât hurt when you touch me.â He admit.
You wondered for a moment, if it remained acceptable to kiss him outside of sex, as you desperately wanted to do so.
âMay I kiss you?â
He laughed again, you relished in his smile and matched it with your own. âWeâve just done a lot more than that!â He spoke as though you were ridiculous, but leaned up to meet your kiss anyways. After you pulled away you sighed contentedly and settled down against the crook of his neck, his arm enveloping you to stay close to his hot body.
âItâs usually not that quick.. Itâs NEVER been that quick, not even my first time.â He admit, eyes watching the ceiling in memory. âIâve never had anyone like you before.â He said.
âIâm sorryâŠâ you were embarrassed and he scoffed.
â(Y/n) itâs a good thing⊠Youâre⊠I donât know how I can explain it to you.â He huffed and grabbed your hand. âMake a point.â He instructed and you stuck your index finger out. âNow slip it into my hand.â He had clenched his fist into a loose grip and you stuck your finger in and out, blushing and not understanding. âRight, thatâs everyone else.â He said nonchalantly. âNow this oneâs gonna be you, go on, stick it in.â His fist closed a little more and you smirked at his attempt to explain. The moment you slipped your finger in, he captured it and wouldnât let go.
âOw!â You yelped laughing as you struggled to free your finger. Soon it turned into a full on wrestle with feet and opposite hands shoving each other, trying to get a grip on yourself. He smiled and you laughed, finally beating on his chest. âAnd you like that, huh?â You were still confused.
At last he released your finger, now sore from the struggle. He sighed. âIt was good. Itâll be better next time, when I donât have to worry about going slow.â He brushed your hair smooth with his sweaty palms and you winced. âPerhaps. Perhaps Iâll take charge of the next time, if and when it happens.â You laid down, feeling utterly tuckered out.
âIt will happen.â He stated and you smirked. âAnd Iâll still be in control.â
You bit your lip in excitement. As your eye lids grew heavy, you yawned, and Sandor watched you from his seated position beside you. âThank you.. for wanting me.â You mumbled, allowing sleep to overcome you.
âDamn near impossible not toâŠâ Sandor spoke to himself. He walked to the bathroom to splash his face with cool water but stopped when he saw his reflection in the mirror. His expression had been light, glowing with sweat, and for a second he thought he might be able to see the handsome man you claimed to see in him. But he turned his face to reveal his marred skin and frowned again. He felt shame wash over him. Guilt. Vulnerability. How could he have touched you, consumed you, defiled you like that? How could you have let him? He was a monster. He remembered every story heâd heard about himself all too well, and the way the whores scurried away or closed their eyes when he fucked them. Yet the way you responded to his touch was what heâd always wanted. You gave him a gift, and thanked him for taking it. He turned away from the mirror again, before he could grow too angry.
What could he give you in return? He had no money; only lived a pampered lifestyle so long as he stayed loyal to those cunt Lannisters. His name was born of violence, not nobility as you deserved. No land, no family, no plan for a future. He planned to die serving the king, taking revenge on his bastard brother, or drinking himself to death. He wanted none of that now that he had you. He exited the bathroom and looked down upon you on the bed again, smooth skin barely visible now in the darkness.
He kneeled beside the bed and gently traced random symbols on your waist, causing you to shutter and groan, though you did not waken. He smiled softly at your reaction and went over in his mind all the things that made you perfect for him.
Your dirty mouth, the way you always stood up for yourself, your stories and how you could always find something to talk about, your kindness and understanding, your patience, your sex appeal, the way you fit perfectly in his handsâŠ
He had been struck when your father presented you to the king, as he was certain many others were as well. You were beautiful, but that fake smile could use some work, he had thought. When Joffrey assaulted you, he made no move to help. He didnât care. He didnât think of you, only of what a little prick the boy was. When you cursed at the king, you struck him again. He didnât expect you to be that brave, or that dumb. He expected theyâd kill you then and there, and at the time he would have made no move to stop them. He knew only to look out for himself and spare the so called innocent when he could, but you he couldnât do anything for. Then he was told to take you. As you struggled against him, he thought you a burden. A pretty burden, but one that would only take up space in his room until you killed yourself or died trying to escape. He never planned to fight you, comfort you,trust you, fuck you, love you. Mere days ago, the thought of someone like you desiring someone like him would have made him burst into a fit of laughter on a good day⊠bloody any man who suggested it on a bad day. Yet here he was, practically worshipping you, after heâd claimed you, after youâd begged for him. If anyone tried to hurt you now or take you away from him, heâd kill them. Even Joffrey. He didnât plan for any of this, and now he felt compelled to plan for everything. A future, with you in it.
âAye, I was born to be YOUR protector⊠Maybe your book was right, silly little princess.â
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Summary_ He pushed you away some time ago. You forgave him, but Miguel realizes intentions donât mean much and he wants you back.
Warnings_ age gap! (Iâm 20, Miguel is around 28-31, bear with me), angst, fluff.
A/N_ this is The Craving from Twenty One Pilots, I loved the new album. and imgonnagetyouback from Taygod Swift, BOTH IN MY MIGUEL PLAYLISTđ©·
âȘ â« My Miguel OâHara playlist â° Index (+ fics here)
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Waves of silence crash all over the Spider Society. Miguel OâHara had just told Miles Morales that he had to let his father die to protect canon. Your guts twist in an odd feeling, you feel a bad omen. The chase had been tough, your insecurity playing with your head as you knew Miles had the right to choose his destiny.
Canon had been fair with you, offering you light problems compared to others. So you wished every spider had the same destiny as yourself.
Now seeing that Miles was gone thanks to the âGo Home Machineâ, you couldnât let Gwen to follow the same path.
âMiguel⊠you canât send Gwen home. Sheâs vital for this.â You say quickly stepping up against the man who was intimidating the sixteen-year-old girl.
âI donât need more problems than we already have. I restate⊠sheâs a liabilityâ Gwen pleads you with scared eyes. You gasp, running out of options to calm the angered man.
âYou gave me a second chance too, I was once a novice like herâ Miguel huffs, looking at you with much impatience.
âYes, and you learned from that, never committing an error again.â Gwen is picked and caged inside the machine, she starts panicking and you too. In an act of desperation, you grab Miguel from his forearm, making him turn to look down at you. His crimson-red eyes stare at you with such hostility that you know you have to be careful to choose the right words.
âThis is not right. You are not thinking clearly. Miles and Gwen deserve betterâ Your gaze moves between him and Gwen, hoping Miguel would agree and let the girl stay.
âMiguel, pleaseâŠâ
âTHIS IS ABSURD, Y/N!⊠CANON HAS GIFTED YOU WITH MUCH LUCK, YOU CANâT EXPECT EVERY PERSON HERE TO RUN WITH THE SAME FATE. BE REALISTIC, RESPONSIBLE, AND INTELLIGENT FOR ONCE!â As he attacks, Gwen is gone. Another round of silence invades the place, but this is worse. Your eyes open in shock after hearing Miguel.
He canât be fixed. He wonât change. Itâs time to go and follow what you think itâs correct.
You eye Jess and Peter, they seem like they have some things to say but remain quiet.
Miguel finally looks delicately at you and notices your eyes are watering. The awkwardness is very loud, your blush letting everyone know you are embarrassed.
You wonât say anything about it. You just look back at Miguel for a second, before opening a portal in your gizmo, doing the same as Hobie Brown did; quitting.
âI really thought you would get itâŠâ Your gizmo fell to the ground as you disappeared, the screen of it cracking and leaving Miguel a little stunned by your decision. He sighed, knowing he had screwed it, but confident that his intentions were correct.
That night, after a quick patrol, when you returned home, you took a quick shower to wash away all the pain and bitter taste of the day you had. But when you came back, there was a little present wrapped in newspaper that wasnât from your earth. You unwrapped it, revealing a homemade gizmo. You grabbed the little note attached.
We need you
-Hobbie
You would do things right. And you didn't care if you had to fight with old friends or colleagues. Especially Miguel.
âŠ
The seasons had changed so fast. By the time summer ended, the leaves were already drying and many people had left, by winter and the snow falling over, others came back. But you stayed the same.
You had the same suit, with upgrades and chrome instead of golden details, but it was the same. Your earth was well controlled, with no sign of the villains that used to terrorize your city. All the smiles you offered were the same. All the laughing with Peter B. Parker, Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, and Miles was the same. Yet, something had changed between you and Miguel OâHara.
The man knew the perspective people had of him would change after the events of last summer when he put the lives of Miles and many others at risk. He let his fears win and while he tried to protect everything, he was only pushing it towards the edge, dooming the fate of the multiverse. You were on his side at the beginning, claiming that canon was sacred and couldnât be changed. But the image of Miles, his face full of fear and anxiety, unsure and terrified of his future. He was a kid, he had no idea of anything. He made you question if canon events could change. Either way, the kid was more than enough to draw you worried. Destiny could be wrong, so you decided to help Miles. Your decisions had consequences? Yes. The moment you left the building of the Spider Society, you started to miss everything. In your mind, you were almost assured Miguel didnât care about you, but deep down, your heart said the opposite. Ending with a drift that seemed invisible at the beginning. But now, a year later, it was more than clear.
The change was something you could get used to. Your work remained the same, with Jess and Peter. B Parker. Your missions only turned more fun with the addition of Miles and Gwen permanently returning like you. Gatherings at Peterâs each Saturday remained the same. But all the awkwardness of the spiderverse invaded you when Miguel OâHara came into the picture.
After all, you two had gone on a date the day before you met Gwen at her earth while capturing the Renaissance vulture. He asked you out, and you said yes. It was a lovely afternoon and he even visited your home. What started as a mentorship from him, blossomed into a friendship and then as a âalmost somethingâ. Which hurt worse.
It all started with you walking away. Briefings were cautiously heard by you, even staying after for further questions. Jess asked you to hand the mission details to everyone when Hobbie and Miles came to talk about a concert you were going to with Gwen and Margo when Miguel came and started asking about a new gizmo coming soon. Everyone noticed you grew quiet and soon after you were gone.
Then, you stopped asking to go on missions with him, Ben, and his usual party. When you were recruited, Miguel was annoyed but pleased to have you along. It happened that one day, you blew things off accidentally, making him extremely angry. Your web shooter failed and you almost missed it to save a baby. Nonetheless, you quickly were ranked higher thanks to your abilities.
All of your friends could see how your small friendship with your boss had suddenly evaporated. And Miguel couldnât blame you. After all, he was the one yelling in your face when you argued in favor of Gwen when she was sent home. Miguel could remember he almost made you cry, leaving you completely embarrassed in front of everyone. He felt terrible seconds after you left, but he soon went to the earth of Miles with Ben and Jess. Eventually, when the man learned you were silently helping the kid and the ones who had left his side, he didnât say anything. In the final moments, Miguel knew he had to side with the teenager and help to get rid of The Spot. And when the chaos was over, he wished he had the right to celebrate it with you.
The aftermath changed him, over the months, he even thanked you for trying to make him see the reality from the beginning, and he apologized. But that night, he understood that you had forgiven him, but remained hurt.
Either way, Miguel had to deal with the consequences of his acts and sort the way things would work for the sake of everyoneâs canon. Yet, in the middle of the night, he constantly remembered you.
Out of nowhere, Miguel OâHara was accepting that he missed you. And acknowledging that fact, only made him accept he had some feelings towards you. Which scared him for sure. But after losing his daughter, almost losing all he had built for spiders like him, after feeling so isolated, Miguel lounged to have a partner. He craved the love of someone. And had found it. He just wished he had done things differently.
Jessica knew Miguel so much that she easily solved the mystery. On a random Monday, she bombarded him with questions that soon made Miguel spit out he was attracted to you. She suggested the man slowly try to talk to you. Nothing was lost, there was hope. The woman had her theories about you never getting over that crush on Miguel. She often had caught you staring at him, staring too much for later to avoid him. Jess knew you were protecting your own heart.
âMiguel?â She asks.
So there he was, Miguel was sitting in the cafeteria, taking a big bite of his empanada de picadillo. He could taste the shredded beef, potato, carrot, jalapeños, and mushrooms freshly mixed with spices.
âYes?âŠâ The insides of the empanada are burning his tongue and he doesnât mind.
âI asked if you assigned todayâs missions?â He nods. With a quick glance at his surroundings, he huffs at the sight of the hamburger with the face of his mask still being served. The cafeteria is full and he hates all of the voices speaking at the same time. He has to wear sunglasses because the place is full of light, and it hurts his eyes. Why is everyone still eating a hamburger with his mask on the bun?
âAre we lunching here because perhaps you want to see when a certain female spider appears?â Miguel rolls his eyes. Some days, he loves Jess and knows about his feelings for you because she grants him free therapy. But other days, he hated it because Jess knew how to mess with him. Like nowâŠ
âOhâŠHi y/n!â Miguel looks at Jess panicked, but soon feels relived that his sunglasses are dark enough to cover his blown wide eyes. You appeared there. Upside down, of course, Miguel notices how your hair hangs freely, and he isnât sure if itâs longer, or itâs just the gravity.
âHey, Jess. I just came to drop this file with Miguel. Lyla said he wasnât in his officeâ You say calm. He notices you have your mask on, but youâre definitely not looking at him. He takes the folder from your hand and stays there looking at you. You seem awkward but remain relaxed.
âThatâs from my morning patrol, you asked for a report. Iâm leaving with Hobbie and Pav nowâŠâ you add. And you can see how Jess keeps glancing back and forth between you and Miguel. Was she hiding something from you?.
âOkay⊠guess Iâm leaving nowâŠâ you only sigh when no one answers.
âGet back safe, please,â Jess says as you are already far away from them.
âThanksâ you answer without looking back. Soon you open a portal at the entrance of the cafeteria and youâre gone. Thatâs when Jess comes back to her friend, side-eyeing him.
âReally? You couldnât even say âthank youâ or âgood luckâ?â Miguel sighs, dropping his empanada and relaxing his shoulders. He knew he had to say things to you to get back to normal.
âI know⊠I just⊠I donât know how to start thisâ Jess smiled. In the end, even when Miguel was a 6â9 tall man with the title of founder of the Spider Society and creator of the Gizmo, he was a silent and certified emotion avoider.
âShe forgave you for last summer and all. But this is now, sheâs also awkward about you. Sheâs also unsure if you want to talk to herâŠâ Miguel leaned closer, interested and equally anxious.
âShe said that?â Jess shrugged while taking a bite of her French fries.
âIt came out very vaguely. But for sure sheâs also a mess for youâ
âWhat? Did she also say that?â Jess giggles at him, only sipping from her soda.
âMaybe you could start sending flowers or letters, Romeoâ Miguel huffs, wondering if his friend actually knew something or not.
Jess wanted to lock you two in a room and hopefully, when she opened the door, Spiderman 2099 would have a prospective lover.
âŠ
With another college semester ended and a driving anxiety, summer was a relaxing time for you to spend in your room. Painting your toenails, you were singing at your CD player playing one of your favorite songs. Your family was gone, so you could be letting your feet dry walking upside down in your ceiling. Suddenly, your gizmo beeped and it was a deleted message from Miguel. You frowned and almost screamed. Probably he sent something to you by accident and then he deleted it. But you had an omen. So you called Jess, she answered with a long and mean âwhat?â, she mustâve been watching some movie with her husband.
âMiguel sent me a message and proceeded to delete it before I could read it?â You didn't mean to sound so fast and desperate, but you did.
âSlow down, girl. But⊠he deleted it?â Actually, she had been sleeping, her toddler being a little bolt that demanded a lot of her time even with her husband there.
âExactly⊠Odd, Right?â
âComing from Miguel? Sure it is. But⊠I think itâs time you try to talk to him too, y/n. Maybe heâs awkward about what happened last summer and doesnât know how to approach youâ Jess wants to scream that Miguel likes you too, but she canât ruin it.
â I feel like Miguel doesnât even care I distanced myself from him. But when I see him, my heart starts beating so fast, and my hands sweat.â She laughs and lets out a long âewwâ.
âYou hide it very well. But youâre very cold, it doesnât help. I have to admit you also might need to tryâŠ.â
âJess, Iâd end up bursting out that Iâm in lo-âYou immediately stop, Jess lets out a surprised groan.
âMISS Y/N, YOU LOVE HIM?â
âGoodnight, Jessicaâ You go straight to bed, ignoring the deleted message and everything regarding Miguel.
But Jess and her questions keep popping up in your head.
Could it be possible that you were actually in love with Miguel?
âŠ
âSo my teacher said my essay was lacking everything, it was marked with red all over,â Miles says walking beside you, both of you are done for the day with the missions. You were almost infected by some poisonous lizard that was haunting earth-2407.
âDid you actually make the corrections?â
âI did-â you side-eye him.
âWell, not all of them but-â you two are just walking around with no destination secured. So when you two pass by the training center, Miles literally pushes you towards the stairs that lead to the balcony of said center. He gestures to you to keep hushed before turning to see the couple speaking; Miguel and Jess.
âWe shouldnât be hearing themâ you remind him, not wanting to get caught, especially by Miguel.
âJess banned me from the 10th floor because I was disturbing everyone. Gwen was with me and she received no punishment, broâ the teenager whispered. At sixteen, Miles had grown impossibly taller, almost like Peter B. Parker and Noir. Even Gwen was taller, everyone was taller. But at least you werenât the same height as Penny or Peter Porker.
âMaybe because Jess is training her yet?â
âSo? Thatâs nepotismâ You want to laugh but he shushes you again. So you turn to see Miguel and Jess training.
The man was extremely sweating and Jess too. You never reached the same level of training simulations as them, thinking it was unnecessarily violent and fast-paced.
âKeep Gwen and Miles out of my lair. Iâm tired of catching them trying to make new suits from themselvesâ
âThey donât even know how to work the machine, relaxâ the woman bites back.
âSo? Itâs annoyingâ
âItâs also annoying that I have Lego Spiderman and y/n printing random pictures at my officeâ The mention of your name makes you blush, remembering the print of Peter B. Parker with a big red font saying âHave you seen this man in your dreams?â It was very funny among the coworkers and every time Peter saw it, he would start complaining from all the bullying he had to endure.
âDonât get y/n on this. I canât even stand her nowâ You swear you can feel your heart shattering. Miles turns to look at you, encountering your sad expression.
âY/nâŠâ the boy tries to soothe you, but you just shake your head.
âI think Iâm going home, Milesâ you whisper to him, leaving soon after.
Your eyes water as you walk away from the training center, many fellows stare confused at your sadness. But you ignore them as you open a portal towards home.
And when you are in the safety of your earth, you are not ready to go to your pillow to cry. So you start swinging between skyscrapers and buildings just to clear off your mind.
You knew it was a mistake from the beginning to start developing feelings for Miguel OâHara. Then he invited you to that damn date. Such a fun day till he had to yell in your face that you were privileged and shouldnât be stupid ignorant. Now he seemed to have left the issue behind, after his apology. And you forgave him, even letting your feelings for him float around. But if he didnât want you back at the society? Why did he call? Why did he offer the gizmo again?
He was an asshole.
Meanwhile, Miles stayed a little longer, hearing more of the conversation.
âJust tell y/n to stop using my printerâ Jess pleaded.
âNah, I wonât tell her,â Miguel says smirking. The woman training with him rolls her eyes annoyed.
âJust because sheâs your impossible crush doesnât mean she can have the privilege to print stupid things at my placeâ Miles gasped, thinking what Jess said was a joke.
âYou can use my printer, so I donât have to say anything to my girl,â Miguel said and Miles was officially shocked. He had to tell you everything the next day.
âŠ
Two days later, the overheard talk is somehow forgotten. Miles tries to mention it occasionally but you brush him off. You have your head centered on Mayday, the two-year-old toddler walking beside you across the hallways of the Spider Society. Peter completely trusted you to leave his child with your babysitting.
âWhere did you leave your ribbon, Mayday?â The little girl giggles. She has a dress of flowers and sneakers, making her look very adorable with her long disheveled hair.
âDonât knowâ she babbles. Peter would be mad since it was the third pair being lost in the week.
Mayday clumsily waddles, giggling as you keep searching around for that ribbon. Even though the floors are mysteriously always clean and shiny, you canât see the damn ribbon.
When you walk slightly away from the little girl to look down on a bench, you hear a little yelp from her and when you turn back, you see Mayday on the floor and then she starts crying.
âOh fuck meâŠâ you whisper, running to grab the kid and start calming her. You carry her in your arms as you sit on the bench.
âItâs okay, Mayday. It was only a little slip, but you are okayâ She starts hearing your voice and her cries turn to sniffles, feeling protected when you hug her and gently brush her hair.
âDaddy wonât like looking at you crying. He wants to see you laughing and happy. You are fine, see?â The kid nods brushing away the tears.
âNow give me a smile. You were very brave!â mayday smiles brightly and you chuckle.
âThatâs the Mayday I know!â The kid laughs at your way of entertaining her. When you turn towards the hallway to see if Peter is back, you almost drop Mayday again.
Miguel was there, looking at the interaction.
âI found the ribbon,â he says walking towards you and the girl. His expression is very neutral, and you canât see the way Miguelâs hand is shaking slightly.
âMiguel!â Mayday greets the tall man with a smile, asking him to be in his arms. They both had grown closer. After all, Miguel had been around Mayday since she was born. You appeared when Mayday was 10 months old.
âHey, kidâ you let him take the girl, then you accept the ribbon from his free hand. You barely touch him but your lungs are dry and your stomach is a mess like a powerful tsunami. Nonetheless, your face shows the contrary.
âThanks. Peter was growing annoyed by how many ribbons this little girl had missed.â
âI know. And you handled very well the situation back thereâŠâ he admits, recalling the little slip of Mayday. Miguel sees a little blush in your face, it lights up his hopes.
âThanksâŠâ you awkwardly say, standing up to try to reach the little girl.
Miguel leans slightly to let you tie the ribbon on Maydayâs hair and heâs able to smell your perfume of figs and brown sugar. He also sees the little golden seashell pendant hanging on your necklace. He smiles when he realizes you are avoiding his gaze. And when youâre done, both stare at each other, with many questions, but silence reigns. Both of your hearts racing with a tormented passion.
âY/n⊠I feel like we need to talk about-â
Miguel grows quiet when Peter appears running in the middle of the hallway.
You donât even catch what he said, you turn relieved to see Peter was back.
âOh boy, we are late for her passport appointment. M.J.âs gonna kill meâ You giggle at his drama. Miguel is still there behind you, he rolls his eyes making Mayday laugh.
âShe will understand. And thanks for the ribbon, Miguelâ The little girl is back in his fatherâs arms and you quickly start following them, too nervous to stay with Miguel alone.
The man just stays there seeing how you leave, and he sighs, taking a long breath. His intentions are not enough. His little efforts are nothing to reach you, it makes the craving he feels to be corresponded by you even bigger.
As for you, you feel a great heartache. Half of you feel very nervous, because it seems like some days Miguel wants to talk to you, and other days he wants to say heâs tired of you. What a confusing and fucked up situation.
âŠ
He gives two steps forward, like five steps back. Miguel is standing at the entrance of the terrace in the building of the Spider Society, debating whether to go and talk to you or not. He even prepared a few things to say, hoping to not scare you away, more than you already were. While he knew he couldnât just scream out he was in love with you, he could try to mend the breach built between you two.
Itâs getting late in Earth-928, and a lot of spiders are leaving their home. Itâs Saturday and a lot of them have plans with their families, partners, and friends. Miguel is set to have another lonely weekend doing some patrol. But for now, heâs still there, watching you seated on the rooftop of the building, eating some chicken and avocado tacos from the cafeteria. Miguel wants to laugh when he catches a glimpse of some avocado dropping from your taco. You set the plate aside and look down, letting out a little âyikesâ, Heaven knows what or who would end up getting a piece of avocado from the sky.
Heâs not ready. Miguel curses himself for being a big overthinker. Heâs able to fight the most callous and evil villains from different dimensions. But heâs unable to say âSorry, I was an asshole. Can we try it again?⊠Oh, and I love youâ. Perhaps it was his anxiety or panic, but Miguel swears his gizmo beeped, so he walks away, going down the stairs, feeling his heartbeats returned to normality.
Each step he takes is filled with greetings, comments, warnings, notices, and more from different spiders. He sends spider plushie and Penny to work in a minor anomaly and finally, he closes the door of his office.
Thereâs a mess of papers around. Miguel suddenly remembers someone⊠Gabriella. Heâs happy that his trauma is slowly fading away. He was officially healing and had accepted his daughter had also forgiven him. Miguel could rest knowing his errors were sealed.
And just as he was about to play some of the recorded memories he had, Lyla appeared.
âThe whole gang is comingâ she blurted out with her usual cocky smile.
âTell them Iâm busy, Lylaâ
âBut theyâre already hereâ The AI had a new pair of fucsia heart sunglasses and coat. Which seemed to have made her more stubborn. Miguel sighed, turning off his monitors.
âMIGUEL!â the man heard the annoying voice of Peter B. Parker and sighed. When he turned around, he saw the whole club; Peter without Mayday, Hobie, Pav, Margo, Miles and Gwen.
âWhat is it now?â he looks down at them from his platform and is already irritated by their presence. Even after a year of changes, they were a group of teenagers and Peter.
âWell⊠uh-â Gwen starts, but soon pushes Peter forward, encouraging him to speak up instead of her.
âUh⊠Miguel, we know you hate us for wandering about your private life and we respect it. But we feel like you need to talk to y/n about her position here.â As Peter talks, he has Miguelâs whole attention.
âAnd why is that?â He sounds reluctant, but he grows anxious.
âShe said she doesnât feel the same as it was when she was recruited. That you confuse her with your behavior towards herâ Margo answers for Peter, with a better choice of words, of course.
âAs the leader of this team, we just want you to remind her that sheâs welcome and that you want her here. Because you want her here, right?â Peter adds, Miguel crosses his arms.
He needs you, actually.
âIâm not sure Iâm the most adequate person to tell her that,â Miguel replies.
âOh, you have to be kidding. She heard you and Jess. At the training centerâŠâ Gwen speaks again, Miguel is shocked, even terrified of you hearing you were his girl.
âHow much?â Miguel asks with that well-known tone of anger and fully intentional intimidation.
âWellâŠâ Peter said.
âHOW MUCH?, POR DIOS!â Miguel yelled exasperated.
âShe left when you said you couldnât stand her,â Miles confirmed to him, making him sigh. Trying to get you back was only getting trickier than expected.
âYeah⊠I donât think chicks want to be neglected twiceâ Hobie speaks for the first time, mocking Miguel.
âHobbie, not helping hereâ Margo scolds him whispering.
âAt least Iâm trying to pull one outâ Miguel fires back making everyone bite their tongue to avoid laughing. Because Hobbie Brown didnât have the best history search with girls.
âHey no, stop. The point here is that you need to talk to her. I accidentally heard everythingâ Miles speaks up, walking forward toward Miguel.
The man only pinches the bridge of his nose, cringed that the teenager had to listen.
âIâm pretty sure she feels something tooâ Miguel hated that Miles had to be a wise kid, frequently reminding him of his errors and making him realize there were always other options.
âShe must hate me.â
âNo, y/n just needs to know how you actually feelâ Gwen encouraged him, and unconsciously, Miguel was being pulled towards the exit.
âI couldnât speak to M.J. for a very long time after we divorced. And I had nothing to lose, I just knocked on her door with some flowers. Look at us now⊠y/n will know tooâ Miguel thought Peter could be the goofiest man he ever met, but he was his friend. So maybe he could accept his advice.
âVa pues, donât know why Iâm listening to all of youâ huffing, Miguel and the group were out, except for Hobbie, who stayed behind stealing things from Migueâs lair.
âŠ
When you open your door, you gasp shocked. Miguel is there, heâs wearing a sweater that fits him a little too tight but nice, dress pants, and tied shoes. You rarely saw him without his suit. But that isnât all, he has a pretty bouquet of lilies in his hand.
âIâm sorry.â He says and you are already making a pout.
âMiguelâŠâ
âLet me finish, please.â He interrupts you, so you nod, stepping out of your place.
âIâve made some mistakes, but as the son of a mother and⊠and-â you start giggling and Miguel is red like a tomato.
âLet me guess⊠Peter gave you a speech to say to me?â Miguel tilts his head.
âYes and⊠I-⊠mierda. See, Iâm sorry, I donât want you to leave the Spider Society. I need you. And I still feel guilty for last summer. But if you give me another chance⊠I swear that I will give you more than I take awayâ You nod, smiling. Miguel sighs relieved. To his surprise, you grabbed him by the sweater and pushed him towards you to give him a big kiss on the lips. He reciprocates immediately, smiling in between.
âIâm in love with youâ he admits, his forehead kissing yours.
âIâm in love with you too, Miguelâ As both of you kiss again, chants and applauses start. When you step away from Miguel, you see your friends there, passing past you and Miguel to step inside your home.
You are extremely confused.
âWe were here the whole time, FYI,â Margo says as Miles, Gwen, Pav, and Noir pat your back and step inside.
âIâm so happy for you both. I canât wait to have a double date. You two, M.J. and Iâ Miguel rolls his eyes at Peter.
âWhat did I miss?â You ask Miguel. Not that you mind that your friends literally invaded your home, but it was just weird.
âThey wanted to help meâ
âAww, we have such good friends,â you say smiling.
âTheyâre not my friends. I just tolerate themâ he is lying of course. You grab his hand, your cocky smile making him feel so happy. Heâs still processing what just happened, he canât believe he officially got you back.
âOh shut up, of course, they are our friendsâ
âWhat about you and I?, Are we more than friends?â You blush at his questions. He grabs you by the waist to prevent you from going inside the house.
âNot so fast, bonitaâ
âI donât know. But Iâm eager to be your loverâ
Now it was Miguelâs turn to get blushed.
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