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namorswifeyyy · 6 months

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I'm gonna have to look at my drafts later for the synopses but here are some of my current WIPs

• Do You Like That - Miguel O'Hara x reader enemies to lovers AU

• Alone With You - Juan (from the forever purge) x reader dbf! AU

• Worth The Risk part 3 - Blue Jones x Reader

• Through The Screen - Miguel O'Hara x reader | Halloween edition

• All Night - Marc Spector x reader

• His Favorite Dress - Jake Lockley x reader

WIP Game

Tagged by the lovely @soft-girl-musings!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagging: @v4mpires0ap @writefightandflightclub @wint3r-h3art @starryeyedstories @themarcusmoreno but only if you want to!

List of WIPs and their summaries are under the cut!

Current WIPs:

Reach for the Moon: Sabrina AU Pairing: Romantic Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Platonic Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Unrequited/Platonic Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin's bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to help both of you heal, but things don't go according to plan. No Moon Knight AU.

We'll Always Have New York: Roman Holiday/Casablanca AU Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.

A Thousand Cuts Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

Your Roots in My Dreamland Pairing: Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Filipina (Kapampangan)Sirena!Fem!Reader Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia's Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).

As You Wish Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader The three times Santiago almost tells you he loves you, and the one time you realize he was in love with you. Loosely based on the Princess Bride. Slight Triple Frontier AU where you are Yovanna's best friend and Santiago is her neighbor.

General ideas with no details (yet)

Once Upon a December, Hades & Persphone AU First Order!Poe Dameron Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader

Untitled, Noir AU Jake Lockley x Femme Fatale!Reader

Where There is Love, There Will Be Light, Swan Lake AU Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader

Untitled, Hephaestus & Aphrodite AU Din Djarin x WOC!Reader

#tag game #fanfic writing

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namorswifeyyy · 6 months

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The fact that this is a recent picture too 🤭🩷🩷

Show us your latest picture/video/edit of oscar bestie, share us thy blessings. (You can also reblog this with the link to your moon knight/oscar isaac fan fiction, let us read that masterpiece)

#oscar isaac

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namorswifeyyy · 7 months

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Also reblogging this on my ff blog 🥺 GO SUPPORT MY BESTIE SHE IS SUCH A TALENTED WRITER

Moon Knight Sleeping Headcanons

Pairing: Moon Knight System x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N

Warnings: Marc being stubborn, Jake watching you sleep (in a non-creepy way), some miscommunication, mentions of past trauma but nothing explicit

Author's Note: Hiya! I have a couple of Jake fics in the works, but I've had these thoughts for a while that I need to put out there. This is my first Moon Knight post, so please be gentle if you give some feedback. This is all based on the MCU. I haven't read the comics. I hope you enjoy! Likes are nice, but reblogs are much more appreciated 🤍

Tagging: @v4mpires0ap @venting402 @soft-girl-musings @writefightandflightclub

Steven

When sleeping with you, Steven prefers to be the big spoon.

He no longer sleeps with the ankle restraint now that he, Marc, and Jake settled into having a routine. But even when he fronts, he still has a bad habit of staying up late.

You would remind him that he needs his sleep, but old habits die hard, and he’s used to being a night owl and staying up late to the point that he often doesn’t feel as tired in the late hours of the night compared to before.

When he saw how lonely you looked in bed and how you hugged his pillow, he moved from reading at the dining room table to the bed. He’s careful to keep the light on low, but eventually you invested in a book light so he could still read beside you.

Oftentimes your head would be on his lap with one of his hands rubbing your upper back, the other holding the book. He would occasionally look down and smile to himself to see how peaceful and happy you look to be close to him.

As sleep overtakes him, he is gentle to adjust your position so he can wrap his arms around you.

There are times when he lets you be the big spoon, but when he could, he preferred to be the big spoon.

He feels safe holding you in his arms, your back pressed against him as he dips his hands under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

In a way, Steven holds you like a stuffed animal, pulling you closer to hide his face in your neck to breathe you in.

Most of his life, he was always protecting Marc. He’s grown accustomed to being a protector in some way, and that protectiveness seeps into his love for you as he holds you close to him.

Holding you like that makes him feel like your protector. Although his fearful and sleepless nights are a distant memory, he always wants you to feel safe, protected, and loved with him by wrapping his body around you.

It’s one thing for Steven to tell you he loves you everyday, but it’s another to show you. In quiet moments like these, holding you is the only way he could express just how much he cherishes you and would do anything to protect you.

Marc

It takes some time, but Marc learns to let his guard down and allow you to be the big spoon.

You knew Marc was Stubborn, but you didn’t imagine he would be this stubborn about sleeping, either.

Whenever you tried to spoon him, you would find yourself fighting the urge to flip him over when he would face you and instruct you to roll over so he could spoon you.

At first, it was endearing to let him be the big spoon, but you wanted to return the favor, even if you had to smack him with a pillow because your arm was going numb from being on a certain side for too long.

On a rare night that Marc was in bed before you, you found him passed out on your side of the bed, snoring softly with his curls more disheveled from tossing and turning.

Not wanting to disturb him, but also wanting to take advantage of the moment, you quietly slip into bed. You lay on your back for a few moments, waiting to see if he would stir awake. Fortunately for you, he was still out like a light.

Carefully, you turned on your side, and your senses were overwhelmed by him. It takes you a moment to remember that Marc was sleeping on your side of the bed, using your pillow, so it surprises you when you smell the scent of his shampoo on his pillow.

You also make a mental note to ask him where he bought the pillow. Somehow, it’s much softer than yours.

Seeing the steady rise and fall of his shoulders puts you at ease. With all the weight that he carries, it is rare for you to see him so vulnerable.

As you watch his back, it hits you why he is so adamant in being the big spoon, and your heart immediately breaks.

It’s his way of reassuring himself that you were there. If he could hold you and guard your back, then nothing could hurt you. All his life, he would do anything to protect everyone, even if it means putting himself at risk.

If his back was turned to someone else, he could never see the threats that could come behind him.

Gently, you scoot closer to him until his back is pressed against your chest. You place a gentle arm over his side, and you try not to wince when you see him immediately tense. He was always a light sleeper.

“Let me hold you, Marc,” you whisper to him. You could see the muscles in his upper back coil slightly, but he didn’t pull away. That was a start. “Please.”

A minute goes by, and for a moment, you wonder if he fell back asleep. But you watch as his shoulders begin to relax, and you take that moment to move forward until your cheek rests between his shoulder blades.

“Let me protect you, just this once,” you whisper softly. You gently tighten your hold around him and drape your leg over his hip, folding yourself completely around him like armor. “You’re safe, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He didn't say anything, but he didn’t need to. The only answer he gives is reaching for your hand to place a gentle kiss on the back.

It was the most peaceful sleep the two of you had in months.

Jake

Jake always prefers that you face each other when you sleep.

At first, it was very off-putting. You had a hard time falling asleep with him watching you, but it was another when he nearly scared you when you woke up to find him looking at you.

“Do you ever sleep?” You asked that morning, to which he dryly replied, I sleep with my eyes open.

You didn’t ask him why he preferred the two of you to sleep that way, and for an unknown reason, you didn’t have the heart to ask him, either.

Even with the schedule that the three of them had in place, it was rare to see Jake. He was always a bit of a mystery to you, and very much like solving a crossword trying to find the right answer to make him stay.

He was not as talkative as Steven, nor was he as curt or direct like Marc. He had his own language that you were trying to understand, but you soon learn that he speaks through his actions rather than his words.

When you mentioned you felt a little creeped out with him watching you wake up, the next morning, you woke up and found your head tucked under his chin, your hand on his chest with one of his hands lightly tracing patterns on your upper back.

Once, you mentioned in passing that you had a preference for sleeping towards the door so that the sun wouldn’t hit your face in the morning through the window. When you came home from work that evening, you found the bed was pushed to the other side of the room so it was away from the window, but facing the door.

You knew that Marc and Steven were rather grumpy about the sudden change, but they eventually grew accustomed to the new layout.

Like Steven, Jake would always be up in the late hours of the night. Whether he was coming home from a late cabbie shift or from scouting the streets, more often than not, he would find you facing the door, your eyes fluttering shut as you mumbled his name.

He was quiet and gentle to brush your hair out of your eyes. He smiles softly at you as you look up at him with sleepy eyes.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispers gently. “I’m right here.”

In a few minutes, he changed out of his suit and was laying in bed beside you.

To his surprise, you roll closer to him and wrap your arms around him. Your eyes are closed, your breathing steady, and it takes everything in him to not move in fear of waking you.

He was not one to speak much, and he would rather show than tell you just how much he loves you.

Which is why he doesn’t tell you why he needs to face you when you sleep, why he needs to be the first to wake.

As much as Steven and Marc assure him that he was wanted, Jake knew that deep down, he would never be able to front as much as them. He was created for one thing only- to be the ultimate protector, their knight in shining armor. He wasn’t meant to have nice things, to have someone love him and need him.

Looking at his hand lightly scratching at your scalp, all he could see was the blood that he vigorously scrubbed off until his skin burned red. All he could feel was the guilt that bled from Marc that slowly bled into his own darkness.

He wasn’t used to having someone who loved and wanted him. So in every moment he has with you, he tries to catalog it into his memory.

He looks down at your sleeping form and almost wants to weep at how vulnerable and innocent you look in his arms. He memorizes the dips and contours of your face, the softness of your cheeks, and the bridge of your nose. It was only in these quiet moments, he could pretend he could have you all to himself.

He refuses to sleep before you. He needed to be the one to comfort you when you sleep, to be the one to greet you before you wake. It was rare that he got to have the night to himself, let alone the stillness of the morning.

And when he wakes before you, he could convince himself that he could still have you, and that you would want all of him. Just for a little bit longer, he could pretend that it was only the two of you.

Jake would never dare to admit it, but his greatest fear was falling asleep before you, for he never knew if he would be the one to wake in the morning.

He wanted you to be the last thing he sees before he sleeps, and for him to be the first one you see when you wake.

#moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader

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namorswifeyyy · 7 months

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UPDATE!!

I decided I'm going to make part 3 for Worth the Risk!!

Let's just say y'all won't be ready for this one 🫣

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namorswifeyyy · 7 months

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EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCREAM

The Marc Spector of it all

#oscar isaac #HE LOOKS SO DAMN GOOD

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namorswifeyyy · 7 months

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Definitely gonna watch this movie again later 🤍 Comandante Benjamin is one of my favorite roles Tenoch played

Tenoch Huerta as Comandante Benjamin in Bel Canto (2008)

#bel canto #comandante benjamin #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia #name someone more perfect ill wait

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namorswifeyyy · 7 months

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Short blurb that I been wanting to write for a while that's *loosely* based off a song I really love and new character I love played by Nochie 👉🏻👈🏻

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Lemuel x Reader

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Summary: He's been a close friend of yours for a long time. Which later on, led to you and Lemuel falling for each other. Years have passed, and he's still yours. He never let go of that promise. And will make sure you always know. But do you feel like that's true?

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Tags/warnings: Not many warnings really, just mostly fluff. With some themes of relationship anxiety but that's really it. But if I have missed any warnings, please let me know and I will put them in.

With the sun shining in your eyes from your bedroom window, you awake. You cover the window with the curtains in slight annoyance. You grab your phone from the nightstand and check it for a moment.

2 missed calls from Lemuel. Then you check the time, it's 1:00 PM. "Damn it, I slept in too late again." You muttered to yourself. You call up his number and wait for him to answer.

After for what seemed like a minute, no answer.

You call him again, no answer.

"Third time's a charm, right?" you sigh. You call his number again once more, instead of it going straight to voicemail, you hear a "Hello" from a familiar voice. Lemuel.

"Hey. I'm so sorry I missed your calls, I was asleep again and I wanted to make it up to you."

You hear him sigh, followed up with an endearing laugh. "You really have no reason to apologize. I just wanted to call you to ask if I can come swing by. So please don't feel bad for not answering immediately, I understand."

Hearing that made you feel so much better. But does he really understand?

Might as well just shrug it off. You were just only tired. "Well of course you can come over! Let me know when you get here." You reply.

"Of course. As always, I love you. I'll see you when I get there."

You sigh happily. "Love you too. Bye for now!" You hang up after the conversation ends. "He's too sweet." You thought to yourself.

After getting out of bed and getting dressed, you look at the polaroid photo you and Lemuel took together, the photo being plastered on your bedroom mirror. The happiest you two have ever looked.

Remembering the time you two met. On a rainy night, full of coy smiles and banter. He was so kind. He was one of the few people you felt so comfortable around. Who knew that one day, he would be yours?

After some times passes, you hear a knock on the front door. Must be him.

As you open the door to see Lemuel, you immediately hug him. He slightly stumbles before he hugs you back. "Hey, hey. I'm here now, love." He reassures.

You nuzzle into his chest and look up at him. "Sorry about that...just missed you was all." You let go of his embrace and shut the door behind you two.

"There's no need to apologize, it's alright. But I have to ask, are you okay?"

You sigh, crossing your arms. "Do you remember the first time we met? How we both seem to have caught each other's eyes?" You ask.

Lemuel nods. "Of course I remember. It was an unforgettable night. Bumping into each other, you were trying to get home but you hurt your knee so I had to help drive you home. How we got along so well after just talking to each other." He took a pause.

He sighs. "I don't know how we did. Even considering we started out as just strangers. How we even had trust for one another. But we did. And we could've never spoke to each other again. But we did. And you know I wouldn't trade that for anything else."

You teared up. Lemuel speaks with such love and admiration for you whenever he talks about you. And he was right. Instead of just staying strangers, you later became lovers. You were worried that he was getting fed up with you recently, but why would he?

"Lemuel...the reason why I asked you is because I just wanted to know if you still love me after so long. After 5 years of our relationship." You reach for his hand to hold.

Lemuel pulls you in closer to him with his other hand. Looking at you, and appreciating all of your beauty. "Of course I still love you. Who said I would stop?" He tells you. "Never forget that I'll always want you in my life."

"Promise?" You ask.

He cups your cheek with his hand and kisses you softly. "I promise, mi amor."

A promise he shall keep, forever and always.

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Replies and reblogs are always appreciated 💗

Tags: @talokanda-forever @observers-journal @lentodolorosohurts @neoboha

#el elegido #the chosen one #lemuel #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia #lemuel x reader #Spotify

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namorswifeyyy · 7 months

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Fanfics that will be upcoming

Just Like The Rain - Lemuel

All Night - Marc Spector

His Favorite Dress - Jake Lockley

Worth The Risk - Blue Jones (part 3)

Do You Like That? - Miguel O'Hara

Characters I plan on writing for soon

Namor

Din Djarin

Basil Stitt

Juan (forever purge)

Joel Miller

Santiago Garcia

Frankie Morales

Alejandro Muñoz

Duke Leto Atreides

Steven Grant

Beto (madres)

And more to be announced!! Keep in mind I take forever to write fics so please be patient with me but that is what is on the roster so far

#fanfiction #quick little update

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namorswifeyyy · 8 months

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How not to ask a writer for updates

Do not use phrases like ‘will you ever update XXX’, not even if you use heart emojis with it. The tone implies that it’s been a long time since the last update, and there’s no such thing as ‘a long time’ when it comes to fic updates because we write for free in our spare time. Writers don’t owe anyone updates.

Do not ask for an update when a writer just announced that they have burnout.

Do not go into writer’s DMs asking for an update when you haven’t even reblogged or at the very least left a comment on the fic.

I can guarantee you, any of the above will lead to even ‘slower’ updates.

Instead, consider liberally using phrases like ‘I love your fic’, ‘not rushing you at all’, ‘no pressure to answer’, ‘thank you for your stories’.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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namorswifeyyy · 8 months

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I'm so glad you love it!! 🥺

I have no idea if I wanna write a third part but I'll think about it. If I have some ideas on where the story goes next I'll let you know.

Part 2 as promised

WORTH THE RISK PT 2

Blue Jones x Reader

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Summary: You and Blue have been in a secret relationship for a while, and every moment spent with each other is precious time. But, you feel as if he could be hiding something.

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Tags/Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT | mostly NSFW, oral (f receiving) teasing, praise kink, spanking, choking, unprotected piv, voyerism if you squint, once again just Blue being a naughty man, slight aggressiveness, also Blue being possessive, with a tad bit of angst and conflict | DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't condone this character's actions, this is just simply a headcanon turned fanfic. Read at your own risk.

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Every time. You and Blue have a moment together, and that time gets cut off real short. "When will he ever have more time for me?" You thought to yourself.

He's always so busy. Running his club, performing, having meetings with people, making sure you and the girls are doing their job, you name it. Even if he tries to have time for you, why is it so rare?

It almost feels pointless to keep this relationship a secret, let alone be in one at all. Yet, you keep crawling back him. And why? Doesn't matter if he's crazy. Doesn't matter if you feel like he's being secretive. You want him. Even if he isn't the one for you, you want him, badly.

You exit your dressing room, all dressed up. Wondering where Blue went. Around the corner of the hall, you see him talking to a man you never seen before. "Should I eavesdrop?" You thought. But then you decided it's probably not worth it. You wanted to show him he can trust you while he promises the same for you in return.

"You sound insane, Mr. Jones. Do you realize that? There's something about you and that girl that bothers me. I don't know what it is but you're getting awful close with her and I don't like it." The suited man says to Blue.

Blue looks appalled. "Calling me insane? Because I'm in love? That shouldn't even matter to you!" Blue responds, voice shaken by anger.

The suited man scoffs. "That's not even the case here! You done some major damage last time I seen you. You're a fucking psycho. You make me sick, Jones. I'm worried you're gonna hurt her like you have with every other girl you come in contact with."

Blue crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. "I'm not the same as I once was sir. You know this. I love her. And I would never do anything like that to her. Sorry to say, but there is an audience out there and I have to keep the show running for tonight. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now. We'll talk more later."

"Don't fuck up like you did last time. Prove that you genuinely love her, because I know you got a history of using women. I'll be watching you, Jones."

The suited man walks away from Blue. He sighs. "He just doesn't get it." Blue thinks to himself. But now that he had that conversation, did he just reveal the secret?

You walk away from them, tuning out what they been saying and out into the stage area. Seeing the audience watching the girls perform, and there's you. Just watching the sidelines. You felt knots in your stomach.

The anxiety, the pressure, it's all too much to bare. Then another thought occurs. "Would Blue be mad if I didn't go up there?"

But you had to go up there anyway. The people are waiting for you. And you want to make everyone around you happy. Even if you have to sacrifice your own comfort. You watch as Blue walks onto the stage, grabbing the microphone.

"Alright everyone! It's time to give it up for our last act For tonight!" He announces. Blue looks over at you in the crowd, He motions his fingers to call you over.

Everyone focuses their eyes on you, watching you walk up towards the stage. The nervousness eating you alive.

"Meet up with me later in my office." He whispers in your ear before he walks off. Everyone starts chattering after that short interaction he had with you on the stage.

You nodded yes then shifted your focus to the audience. They go quiet after the spotlight shines on you. As soon as the music starts playing, you give off your best dance performance. Everyone is cheering, enjoying what they're seeing. As long as you get a positive reaction from the audience, performing won't be as bad as you have already anticipated tonight.

When you finish your performance and the music stops, you hear everyone cheering and clapping for you. You wave bye at the audience and quickly exit the stage. Thank goodness you were the last one up.

After some time, the building gets quiet. Everyone probably went home by now. It's late at night, and you were finding Blue's office. He did tell you to meet him there after all.

You knock on the door. Blue gets up from where he is seated and opens the door to see you. "Come in, love." He says.

You walk into his office as he closes the door behind you two. "I know you were nervous to go up there. But do you know how well you did? How everyone loved you up there? You did great. I just thought I'd tell you." Blue praises.

He holds your hands and places a kiss on them.

"You sure? I was really scared to go up there." You asked. You look away from him, sighing deeply.

Despite Blue's praises, you didn't feel like you did well. Even if the audience loved what they were seeing, it didn't matter to you. In fact, the show isn't even what you're worried about right now.

"You know I'm right, love. You were amazing." Blue responds. You look back into his eyes again.

"I wanna talk about two things. One, who was that man you were talking to in the hallway? And two, is our moments with each other always gonna be cut short? And answer honestly."

"Well the guy I was talking to was a guest here. He used to work with me and came in tonight to see how my club is holding up. Nothing too serious. He asked me about you, even. Asking me why you and I are so close." He answers. He knows he can't tell you about the actual conversation he was having with that man. He made a promise.

You cross your arms, furrowing an eyebrow. "And why is that any of his business?" You ask, seemingly annoyed.

Blue sighs. "I don't even know actually. I couldn't even tell him for the sake of our secret. What matters is that we're all alone now."

He softly caresses your face with his hand, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "You know I'll always be by your side. No matter what happens. You're mine. Secret or not." He consoles.

"Promise me one thing?" You ask, looking into those beautiful dark brown eyes of his.

"Of course, darlin'. What is it?"

"Promise not to put me on the spot like you have tonight? I know I'm a performer but I felt so anxious and I saw that everyone started to probably talk about what you said to me on stage." You tell him.

Blue kisses you before he answers. "You're right, honey." He sighs. "I should've thought about that. I promise you. I'll keep my word. But now that everyone is gone, it's just you and me. No one to worry about."

"That's my Blue." You said, smiling cutely. You go in for another kiss, but longer this time.

His touch felt so addictive. And you finally have more than just a minute with him. What you both been needing for so long. You feel his hands roam across your body, pulling you in closer.

"Wanna continue where we left off from earlier?" Blue asks as he pulls away from the kiss, with slightly labored breathing.

"Please." You say. So glad he didn't forget. Blue smirks as he picks you up and lays you down on the desk. You bite your lip, eyeing him up and down. What is he even gonna do to you?

"Just relax and let me do all the work, love." He coos. You nodded in response. You feel his fingers drag across your body, as if he couldn't keep his hands off you.

You felt his touch on your inner thigh, fingers wandering, going underneath your skirt. Your face felt hot, you gasp at the sudden touch. And he hasn't even done much yet.

His thumb rubs against your clit, through the fabric of your panties. Small, circular motions. Enough to make you beg for him. You try to fight the urge to close your legs, rubbing them together.

"I barely touched you and you're already squirming? No, no, baby. I need you to stay still and keep your legs open for me. Got it?"

You nod your head, keeping your legs spread apart for him. Soon enough, you start to feel wet down there.

He immediately takes notice. "Already so wet, aren't you?"

You couldn't even answer. All you could do is whine in desperation. You see him smirk.

Blue hooks his finger under the side of your panties and pulls them off, placing them on the side of the desk. He slides two fingers in between your wet folds. Feeling the wet slick all over your horny pussy. Then slowly pushing them in and out inside your hole. You gasp. He keeps turning you on more and more by the second. The more you moan for him, he pumps his fingers inside you faster. Watching you melt underneath him.

This is a feeling of pure ecstasy. But you want more. You can only imagine the lewd thoughts inside Blue's head. How from looking at him, he wants to ruin you.

He takes his fingers out of your wet and needy cunt. Licking off the juices coating them. "I need to taste more of you."

Blue takes off his coat and throws it to the side of the room. He unbuttons his shirt before leaning down towards you again. His tongue touches your clit, making you tremble. But he doesn't stop there. He puts his fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out while he licks and sucks your swollen clit like a starved man. Feeling him hum into your desperate, needy pussy as he's eating you out. Making your moans and cries only louder.

"Please, Blue!! Please.." You plead. You want to push his head away but couldn't. It felt too fucking good.

"Please what, love?" He asks in between licks.

"Please...just fuck me." You answer.

Blue takes his fingers out of you and gets up. "Well you're in luck. Because I been wanting to fuck you, so damn badly."

You watch as he removes his belt, then unzip his pants. As both his pants and boxers drop to the floor, you see his hard, throbbing cock.

Stroking it up and down, waiting to finally pound it into you. "You want it?" He asks. You nod your head yes. "Please. I need you so bad, Blue." You answer.

"I know you do, that's my girl. Can you turn around for me, baby? I wanna see you bent over for me." He asks.

You turn around the other way on Blue's desk, facing the chair. Arching your back just enough. Blue puts his hand on your rear, caressing it. Then you hear a loud smack. The sting his hand left. The gasp that escaped your mouth.

Then you feel his hard length against your entrance, sliding it in. He growls with pleasure, craving this feeling all day.

His thrusts start slow, only building up more and more after every whimper, moan, and cry you make. The whole room fills up with sounds of pure, primal fucking.

You feel Blue's hand reach for your neck, pressing against your throat. Even holding you against his body as he's pounding into you.

"I don't care if anyone hears us. If anyone sees us. You're fucking mine, alright? No one else can have you!" He speaks softly into your ear. You can barely even speak back. All you can do to respond is with "uh-huh" while you're being fucked senseless. His hand wrapped around your throat, making it harder to breathe as you're gasping with every thrust.

How it felt too good. How you can't think of anything but just being his naughty girl. His naughty girl he loves to play with.

Blue lets go of his grip on your neck and and spanks your rear once more. Smack after smack, thrust after thrust, you feel like you're getting close to the brink of orgasm.

Squeezing around his cock, making Blue moan at how tight you feel. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!" He groans. Oh how this man just keeps driving you wild. "I want you to.." you whine.

You feel like your body is about to give out, but it doesn't matter. It all feels so worth it.

As you both are getting more and more closer to finishing, Blue grips onto your hair and pulls on it ever so slightly. He growls as he releases into you. Giving a few last sloppy, hard thrusts, making you whimper and cry at how good he's making you feel. Getting you to cum on his cum covered cock.

Blue pulls out, both of you try to catch your breath. "That's my good fucking girl. You did so well for me."

You turn to face him. Blue cups your cheek with his hand and gives you a kiss. "You're all I ever want, all I ever need. You're mine." He says.

"I'm all yours." You tell him.

You both kiss one last time before getting dressed. However, one thought just can't leave your mind. Is Blue keeping a secret from you? And if so, is it a sinister one? Who even knows?

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