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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 1 year

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i’m so happy seeing you back here😭😭 and since request are now open, can i maybe request reader going home early just to find boyfriend! jeno and best friend!jaemin jerking of each other but thinking abt you (moaning your name)

Déjà Vu (무대로; 舞代路)

pairing: lee jeno x na jaemin (x reader? (she/her pronouns))

au/genre: smut, established relationship (between jeno and reader), best friend!jaemin, sub!jeno, dom!jaemin

word count: 1665 words

warnings: god where do it start? mxm content, highkey cheating, bro-talk, alcohol consumption and sexual activities under the influence, sexualization of reader (this is not really respecting women of nomin..), jealousy kink...?, hand jobs, pet names (literally. "puppy".), mentions of: blowjobs, anal, public sex, facials and just reader's body in general, dirty talk, degradation (of reader who is not present), getting caught, this is very unserious. let me know if i missed something.

a/n: you ask and you shall receive. i hope this is kind of what you were looking for? i assumed jaemin is jeno's best friend, i hope that's what you meant <3 um.. yeah. i hope you enjoy? i apologize for any mistakes, this was written in my notes app. also, i'm kind of proud of the title.

You're standing in the doorframe – flabbergasted. Just half an hour prior, you'd been thrilled beyond belief that your ass of a boss offered to let you go home early today (of course only because he knows you know that this way he can guilt-trip you to stay longer another time). On the way home, you kept smiling, sang along to the music blasting from the radio until you pulled into the driveway of Jeno's house. You'd texted your boyfriend earlier about your early release, not receiving a reply but also not expecting one. To be fair, Jeno is a great boyfriend, but once he starts gaming, his mind can't focus on anything else. Knowing his best friend Jaemin was visiting today, you were sure that's what they were doing: Gaming. Well, or so you thought until you saw the sight before you.

"Guys...?"

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"You need to control your woman, Jeno," Jaemin says, sipping at his beer that (at 2 in the afternoon) might not have been the ideal choice of drink considering the time, and the fact that it had already three antecedents with a similar alcoholic strength. Jaemin is by far not a lightweight, and he knows his tolerance and what happens when he drinks, so the inevitable was at least predicted: his mouth gets a little too loose for his own good.

"Care to elaborate?" Jeno furrows his brows purely in confusion, not at all in distress.

"The skirts," Jaemin elaborates, hands gesturing in the air without tenor, "too short."

"Ah," Jeno laughs, chest buzzing deeply as the sounds rumble up his throat, "yeah. Man, that's out of my reach. I can't tell her what to wear, you know? Feminism and stuff."

"Man," is all Jaemin can add. He knows this is kind of a weird thing for him to say. Don't get him wrong, he's not drunk enough for his moral compass to lay face-down passed-out somewhere in the corner of his brain, it's rather the mean alcohol taping its mouth shut with duct tape so all it can do is jump around and wave its arms, but not voice what exactly is wrong with this.

"Is it riling you up?" Jeno interrupts Jaemin's thoughts of trying to figure out what's going wrong right now. Immediately, a dirty grin pulls at the left corner of Jaemin's mouth, eyelids heavy as he gives his best friend a singular nod and a quick raise of his eyebrows to confirm the statement. Jeno mirrors the expression. "I get it, bro. I mean, as long as you respect that she's mine, there's no harm in looking, you get me?"

"Is there harm in... thinking, though?" Jaemin asks, chin tilting down to make him look up at Jeno questioningly before he adds a quick "Bro?"

"Well, no. What were you thinking?" Jeno asks from his place at the other end of the small couch, leaning forward to create a more intimate ambiance for Jaemin to spill his guts about the rearrangements he'd love to do concerning Jeno's girlfriend's guts. Should he be a little more worried about this? Maybe. Is the alcohol in his system calming the tiny jealous part he has in him? Not really. Is the alcohol in his system turning him on which results in him not giving a shit about the specific contents of his conversation as long as it contains sex? Absolutely!

"Look, man, respectfully," Jaemin says, placing his close-to-empty bottle on the table before leaning forward as well, "I'd not say no if things were different."

"Look at this guy," Jeno grins, and Jaemin breaks out an even wider one, "her short skirts, huh? That's what's setting you off? That's what's getting you hard?"

"What can I say," Jaemin shrugs, grin still evident on his features, horny-clouded brain ignoring the way Jeno keeps coming closer, the older's grin fading slowly but surely. Okay, maybe the jealous part is a little bigger than estimated. Jeno keeps coming closer, a finger acting with a mind of its own as it presses into Jaemin's (admittedly beefy) chest to push him back against the back rest.

"Hands off my girlfriend," Jeno almost growls. He's towering over Jaemin, the younger's smile not fading whatsoever, unfazed by the older's attempts to seem intimidating and dangerous.

"Do you remember that night after Chenle's party?" Jaemin has no clue why his mind brought this memory back up, possibly since it includes him and Jeno in a similar position.

"I do," Jeno gulps, eyes switching between Jaemin's.

"You're hot when you're mad, bro," Jaemin confesses before he can even start thinking about stopping himself. Also, he finds, there is no need for his blood to rush downwards only because he thinks about you in a skirt, assuming this is the sole reason for his tightening pants.

"I am?" Jeno's gaze flickers down to Jaemin's lips. His brain has yet to catch up with this rollercoaster of emotions, having gone from his general chill vibe Jeno to horny Jeno to jealous Jeno to am i about to fuck my best friend (again)? Jeno in a span of not many minutes (who's counting?).

"Yeah, and I'd give a nut to see you and her in bed together, both if I get to film it."

"I can't let that happen," Jeno says, opting for his voice to sound stern and sure, but it sounds more like he's about to cum in his pants untouched. Maybe he is.

"What are you gonna do about it, puppy? What if I fucked your girlfriend, huh? What would you do?" Jaemin has no idea where this is coming from, but it's coming from somewhere and it felt really urgent for him to get it out. Admittedly, he does not regret it one bit as judging by the way Jeno's brows knit together, eyes gloss over and lips start to trembe, he's just pushed the right buttons. Experimentally, Jaemin grinds his hips upwards, causing his confined cock to press against Jeno's who is not able to admit that he finds himself in a similarly aroused state. Instinctively, Jaemin's hands find Jeno's waist. The older gasps at the action, not really sure how to think with his brain when his balls tell him to let Jaemin do his thing, whatever that might include.

"This is still about her, right?" Jeno still manages to ask, breath shaking as Jaemin goes to open both of their jeans.

"Sure. This is just like after Chenle's party, pretend this is about football," Jaemin states, mind clouded with thoughts about his best friend and you, and how he would turn your sex life upside down.

"S-seriously, though," Jeno's voice shakes as he gets to enjoy the way Jaemin's hand sneaks into his boxers to finally touch him. "Are you thinking about her?"

"All the time," Jaemin admits truthfully, not breaking the eye contact Jeno's created. He wraps a hand around Jeno's length, his other hand pulling the older's pants down enough too free his throbbing errection that weights hotly in his hand. "I think about her lips and how perfectly they'd stretch around my cock."

"Shit," Jeno moans, eyes rolling back as Jaemin starts stroking him. "Keep going."

"I need to see her gagging, tears rolling down her cheeks." Jaemin moans at the thought, "touch me."

Jeno hastily complies, freeing Jaemin's hardness as well, not ever having realized how much he's missed the girth of it against his palm. At this, Jaemin groans deeply, hips bucking immediately as he sets a steady pace stroking Jeno as well.

"Her legs too, especially in those skirts. Makes me wonder about the kind of ass she hides from me," Jaemin continues and Jeno whines at the his words, jealousy bubbling up inside him to only fuel his need to cum.

"H-her ass is-" Jeno halts with a moan as Jaemin swipes his thumb over Jeno's tip, "tight."

"Fuck." Jaemin throws his head back as Jeno picks up the pace of stroking him. "Tell me about her cunt."

Jeno's thoughts are all over the place, remembering every single time he's had the chance to stuff you full of his cock, burying himself balls deep inside of you, and it honestly makes his head spin even more. "So wet 'n perfect," he babbles, eyes lidded as he presses his forehead against Jaemin's, "she takes me so well every time, like the good slut she is."

"Mhm, that's what I thought. Your little whore, our little whore- fuck, go faster," Jaemin moans as Jeno does exactly what he's told, the older's sounds turning Jaemin on beyond belief, as well as the thoughts about you that make him want to show up at your workplace unannounced and have his way with you in front of all of your colleagues to show them who you belong to. Involuntary though unmistakably, your name slips from Jaemin's lips.

"Guys...?"

In shock, Jeno's hand stops its movements, but Jaemin is quick to react as he grabs the older's jaw. "Keep going. Fucking look at her and keep going, puppy."

Jeno's wide eyes stay fixated on your shocked face as you analyze the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, though he complies and keeps jerking his best friend off. Jaemin knows you heard him moan your name, though he throws it in two more times to really be sure, knee pushing upwards against Jeno's balls to get him to the edge faster. "Tell her I want her," Jaemin commands, eyes trained on you as well, not missing the way your thighs press together at the sight in front of you.

"W-we want you," Jeno whines, hips stuttering before he releases with a groan, cum splashing out all over Jaemin's shirt almost up to his chin as he guides Jeno through his gut-wrenching high that's quickly followed by syllables of your name. It doesn't take long for Jaemin after that as he sends you a wink before asking: "Do you want it on your face, puppy?"

#jaemin smut #jeno smut #na jaemin smut #lee jeno smut #nct #nct smut #smut #kpop #nct fanfic #kpop smut #nct dream #fem reader #nct x reader #neohub

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rakurairagnarok · 5 months

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Hey I love your products! Got any cool new testers I could try out?

We truely appreciate the welcoming few who are willing to take the risks. The following is a new prototype of an established product.

You walked through the flea market with feigned interest. You really had no need for any of this stuff but as district manager of the supermarket chain it was held infront of, you had to save face.

One of the people selling stuff was this quite well put together man in a suit. He was tall, slight beard, and an obvious dye job, seeing the color difference in his hair and beard. He was however very sweet looking and walked up to you as you approached his booth.

"Here you go sir, as a sign of good will"

You took the item from his hands. It was a silver set of headphones with the brand name lazered into the head rest. Rakurai Inc.

It looked quite high tech for a flee market but you figured it must be faulty for this man to just give it away.

"Ah thank you, but I have no need for junk like this."

"Ah please sir, It would mean so much to me if you just wore it."

Rolling your eyes you decide to humor the man and put it on. Immediately you notice something is wrong, as a monotonous voice starts speaking japanese through it.

At first you're bewildered, looking around, searching for the man. But when you turned around you found that not only did the man totally dissapear, his booth was gone as well.

Suddenly the voice began speaking english, but you didn't register what it was saying, looking for someone to ask where the man went.

'Sorry, do you know where the man who was just here went?"

The woman who you asked looked at you with a confused look in her eyes and then said something back. You didn't quite caught what she said, but for some reason you did realise it was English. But that doesn't make sense, you spoke English. Right? No that also didn't quite make sense. You had come to America to improve your English. You... you were... Japanese.

You looked down at your expensive suit, seeing that it had been replaced with a pullover, with a shirt and tie.

You quickly run to the bathroom and look at yourself. Your old visage has tightened around your new youthfull face. Your previously receding hairline has recovered itself and styled itself in a stylish young cut.

You run a hand down your new skinny torso, throwing your head back as just your fingers on your skin send waves of pleasure down your spine.

A fruity taste fills your mouth as you suddenly notice chewing gum in your mouth.

After blowing a bubble and having it pop your brain slows down, and your dick jumps. Each successive bubble you blow and pop, decreases your IQ and increases your libido by the same amount.

Once you spit it out because it has no flavour left, youre left a giggling mess, waiting for your boss's orders for the next shoot.

These americans love their asian playboys

I want to SINCERELY APOLOGISE. This ask has been send in by a good friend of mine to replace the ask I lost due to Tumblr app being a shit show.

#transformation #rakurai #asks #gay tf #male transformation #dumbing down

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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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yes i’m so sorry i should’ve been more specific but i need what happens when they go inside lol😭 (dwb!chris pt 16)

every word

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, suggestive but no actual smut

a/n: first off you’re all good, no need to apologize i was just confused lmao

also, idk if you wanted smut or not but this one felt like it needed to be more on the fluffier side. if you want another part with smut, i can do that just lmk

hope you like :)

here’s part one (dwb! chris pt 16), if you haven’t make sure to read it first !!

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we both went inside, closing the door behind us.

“hmmm, you know the most effective way to warm up? “ chris said, a smirk growing on his face.

“how?” i squinted my eyes at him.

“a hot shower” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“hmm sounds good. so me first, or you?” i asked, feigning innocence.

he gave me a deadpanned look. “you’re not serious”

“are you trying to ask me something, chris?” i asked wanting to hear him say it.

“can we shower together?” he asked.

“hmmm, i suppose” i said, pretending to think about it first.

“ok but first, i gotta do something” he said pulling out his phone.

my eyebrows furrowed as i watched him.

“ok?”

i watched as the dial tone rang while he put the phone on speaker.

“hello?” a woman’s voice picked up.

“hey, it’s chris”

“hey! yeah i know i saved your num-“ before she could even finish he cut her off.

“yeah, cool, listen i just wanted to make one thing clear. you’re my supplier and that’s it”

his supplier. the supplier.

“so if you thought this was anything more you’re wrong. i have a girlfriend, and she is the only girl in the world for me. so the flirting and touching needs to stop”

there was a pause.

“oh! but chris-“

but? nah fuck this bitch.

i cut her off “but nothing, he told you he’s taken. is there a problem? do i need to send you a sex tape or something for you to get the memo?

chris’s eyes widen, his mouth open and closing like a fish’s.

“um, no no. sorry”

“yeah you will be if you ever fucking touch him again”

“uh, ok. sorry “

“stop apologizing. you didn’t know, but now you do”

“ok…well, bye”

with that i hung up. chris just stared at me with wide eyes.

we both looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

“your supplier’s a pussy” i said gasping for air.

“she’s normally not like that, but i don’t blame her. you sounded like you were genuinely gonna fuck her up”

we both continued to laugh.

“thank you for calling her, i didn’t think you were actually going to” i said as he drew circles onto my hips with his thumbs.

“of course, baby. i didn’t just say that stuff to gain your forgiveness. i meant every word” he said, staring deep into my eyes.

“every. word.” he said before leaning in, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

when we broke away he spoke, “hey, do you wanna do a bath instead of a shower?”

“um yeah, sure. how come ?” i asked.

“baths are more romantic” he smiled as he cupped my jaw.

“plus shower sex can be dangerous” he added.

i rose my eyebrows, “um, who said anything about sex ?”

“well how else would we make a tape to send her ?” he asked.

my eyes widen, “you’re fucking crazy” i said, my face breaking out into a grin.

“it was your idea, ma”

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hope you liked it <333

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luciathcv · 2 months

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here for you - sjy

summary: you get sick and just want your boyfriend || warnings: mentions of reader throwing up || genre: fluff || word count: approximately 945 || a/n: i haven't written about my man in over two months omg

I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating. It wasn't me sweating because the room was hot, it was me sweating because my body was hot. Oh god, am I sick?

I tried to fall back asleep but I just kept repeatedly failing. All of the sudden, I felt the immense urge to throw up. I covered my mouth with my hand and quickly got up, going to the bathroom. it shouldn't come to any surprise that I ended up puking.

I was shaking afterwards and suddenly felt achy and had a huge headache. I'm sick of people saying throwing up makes them feel better, it never makes me feel better, I only ever feel worse.

I lie in bed after throwing up, tried to fall asleep, but I just couldn't. So, I finally just ended up giving up and going on my phone, preparing to just stay up for the rest of the night.

Once it hit eight o'clock, I got a text from my unknowing boyfriend, saying "good morning" to me. I texted him back, saying "good morning" back to him before telling him that I was sick.

I saw that he had read the text but he didn't say anything. I just sighed as I went back to scrolling on TikTok, not really knowing why he wasn't answering me but I just let it be.

All of the sudden, I heard the sound of my boyfriend's voice. Great, was I hallucinating now? Turns out I wasn't when the bedroom door opened and my boyfriend actually walked inside.

"Jake, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Couldn't leave my girl suffering all alone." Jake teased with a soft smile. I noticed that he had a plastic bag in his hand, filled with stuff. He put it on my dresser before coming over to me, going to give me a kiss.

I put my hand on his chest, stopping him from kissing me. "Jake, you can't kiss me. You're gonna get sick." I said.

"Shhh, that doesn't matter. I need your kisses and you need mine." Jake told me.

I just smiled, giving in and letting him kiss me. He caressed my cheek as he pulled away from the kiss. He then brought his hand up to my forehead, feeling it.

"You're really hot, princess." Jake said, making me smile because even though I knew what he meant by that, it could've been taken two ways. Jake smiles back at me, already knowing what I was thinking, "Both ways."

"Stop it!" I playfully slapped him. "I know, I think I have a fever. I woke up sweating." I told him.

"When'd you wake up?" Jake asked.

"A few hours ago.." I admitted.

Jake gave me a look, "Sweetheart, you should've called me as soon as you woke up."

"No, Jake. It was really late and you were sleeping." I told him.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about that. I would've come straight to you either way. I told you, I can't let my girl be all alone, especially while she's sick." Jake told me.

"Fine." I pouted and Jake kissed the pout away.

"So, you just woke up with a fever?"Jake asked, wanting to know if anything else was wrong.

"No, I also threw up and I feel really achy." I told my boyfriend.

"Then let me make you something small to eat, you need to eat, even if it's something small." Jake said, caressing my face.

I wanted to reject that but I knew he wouldn't give in so I just let him go and make me something to eat.

Soon after, Jake came back into my bedroom with a plate of plain toasted bread and a mug of hot tea, honey mixed inside of it since he knew you liked it sweet.

He put the plate and the mug on your nightstand before going over, grabbing the plastic bag with the stuff he'd brought in it, and bringing it to where you were on the bed.

You watched as he put the bag on the bed and went through it, taking out some medication bottles and opening them, taking out the pills for you and handing them to you. You sat up in the bed.

"One at a time and drink your tea with it. it shouldn't be too hot." Jake softly instructed me and I nodded, doing as he said. When I finished, I put the mug down. "Was it the tea okay?" My boyfriend asked and I nodded.

"It was good. Thank you, Jakey." I thanked him.

"You're welcome, baby. Now come on, try and eat a little bit." He said as he handed you the plate which you put in your lap. Jake got on the bed and sat next to you, over the covers.

"What if I throw up again?" I asked, nervous that me eating will cause me to throw up.

"Then I'll be here. But, you seriously need to eat, your stomach is empty." Jake told me as he brought his arm up and put it around me.

I sighed as I started eating the bread. I was really thankful for him coming here and doing all of this when he really didn't have to.

For the rest of the day, Jake was taking care of you, he didn't leave your side much but when he did it was to make you some soup and more tea and to help you when you threw up again after lunch in your bathroom.

He was the sweetest boyfriend and you were happy that you had someone there caring for you while you were sick.

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Would you be open to making a fic where both Neteyam and Lo’ak are in love with the reader? They’re always competing with eachother, trying to outdo the other. Then they decide to instead of fighting anymore, they will share you.

I literally cannot decide between them😭 I need some smutty smut with both of them be

Oh my gosh yes please. I’ve been waiting on a new request and this one made me smile 🤭. Enjoy this!!

I’ll show you a mighty warrior

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya reader x Aged up!Lo’ak Sully (SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Warning(s): SMUT(MINORS DNI), Choking, mature language, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, honestly just pure filth i suck at warnings so read at your own risk🫠

“Oh come on, pretty girl. We’ve got so much time to kill” Neteyam pleads, pulling you by your arm into his room. You look around a little frantic, praying his younger brother wasn’t anywhere close—or any of his siblings really. Neteyam was more needy then usual with touching you due to it being valentines Day. Your clan didn’t usually celebrate but some mates did—although Neteyam wasn’t your mate.

“Nete, I have work” You explain, following where his hands guided you to sit on his lap. “And what if Lo’ak-“

“Screw Lo’ak. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t deserve you anyway” You sigh, head slightly falling back as he placed wet kisses along your neck. His hands were gripping your waist and you could feel his length growing underneath you already, a soft moan leaving your mouth. “I thought we’ve agreed that your mine”

It hurt to hear those words come from his mouth, making you feel horrible for your feelings toward him and his brother. You wanted to agree but you couldn’t. You were his, but you were also Lo’ak’s.

Neteyam was the first boy you’d ever slept with but you refused to make the bond. You knew you loved his brother, but you couldn’t help but love him too. You hadn’t even slept with Lo’ak but you already knew you couldn’t give yourself to the oldest sully brother. It would’ve been so wrong.

“Neteyam! Have you seen Y/N? She’s late for work!” Kiri yells from outside the cave and you almost instantly jolt up from his grasp, afraid she was going to walk in. Neteyam quickly yells back, lying his ass off in fear she’d wonder why you came from his room if he told her the truth. “Where do you think she could be!”

“Check the lake!” She doesn’t respond and you finally hear some silence, sighing in relief once she had been gone. You turned to say something to him but your voice was cut from his lips attached directly to your own, hands cupping your small face in his palms. Sometimes you wore he wanted his scent to stay on you, like a sign to let other guys know you were his. It was cute, Neteyam was far too in love with you to let you go.

You pull his lip gently as you pull away, letting it go when you were a few inches away from his face. He looked at you with pure love in his eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you tonight” His lip is stuck between his teeth as you turn on your heels, grabbing your stuff before you left his room.

• • •

“Put some of this on it tonight and it should feel better tomorrow” you hand the hunter yalnabark, standing to your feet with him so you could dispose of the dirty rags used to clean his wound. You loved your job, but sometimes it was a lot. Especially when hunting parties came in.

The sound of the tents cover moving made your ears perk and you sighed, waving the soldier. “I’ll be with you in just a second” You continue on with cleaning the dirty utensils, placing the rags on the loom—weaved line to dry. A set of hands grasped your hips and you gasped, jumping to push the soldier back from you.

“Lo’ak? Jesus! I could’ve killed you!” His pearly white teeth show as he laughs, walking towards you with a smile. You noticed what was in his hand and it almost made you fall weak at your knees it was so cute. “Are those…”

“Your favorite fruit” You smile as he hands the basket to you, heat rising in your cheeks even when you weren’t looking at him. “It was kind of hard to find… that’s why I’m giving it to you so late-“

“Thank you, Lo. I was just about to eat lunch, too” You both share a laugh and you lower the basket onto the floor, pulling the boy into a hug. Lo’ak was the brother you were less intimate with. He only ever kissed you a few times but Neteyam couldn’t keep his hands off you half the time. They were polar opposites.

That’s what you loved about Lo’ak, and that’s also what you loved about Neteyam.

Neteyam showed his love to you in the most sensual ways, his love language was so clearly touch. You’d always find yourself laying with Neteyam at night to go to sleep because he was so overprotective over you—always needing to touch you whenever you were together. His brother was the nervous one, loving you with small romantic gestures like bringing you lunch or gifts while you worked. His love language was definitely acts of service and words of affirmation, seeing as everytime you’d tell him how much you appreciated him, he’d fall at your feet.

You liked it though. You got the best of both worlds.

Just as you were about to kiss him, that familiar deep voice interrupted, the two of you pulling away quickly. “Am I interrupting?” Your heart is beating outside your chest as you watch the two brothers exchange a scolding look. This wasn’t anything knew. The sully brothers had always fought over you—but something about today felt different.

“You are” Lo’ak responds and you rub your face, going back to your work tasks to let them deal with this on their own. It wasn’t you fault, really. You just couldn’t choose between them. “Flowers? Ridiculous”

“Y/N” you hum as the oldest brother approaches you, pushing his brother out of the way. You turn at the smell, eyes catching the glowing purple flowers in his hands. “These are for you” Jesus, what were you gonna do with them? Their so lost when it comes to you.

“Aw, Nete” you smile, taking them from his hands with ease. You try to look at Lo’ak but you can’t. You can’t pretend your tongue wasn’t down his brothers throat just hours ago. “I love them. Thank you” The two glared at each other, ears falling at the sound of your voice. “Guys, not here”

“It’s Valentine’s Day. I had to come surprise you” Neteyam grabs your hand but your eyes catch Lo’ak’s before he starts to speak, pulling your hand to put up to him.

“Not. Here” you repeat and they both groan, Neteyam stepping back from you.

“It’s fine. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t have to see what we do in private” He teases and you sigh, pushing him away with ease.

“I am working now, you two need to go if your not hurt” Neteyam rolls his eyes and Lo’ak nods, watching his grandmother walk into the now crowded tent.

“You boys bothering her again? Go! Don’t you have work to do?” You smirk and watch Neteyam glare at you, giving you that look you knew all too well that meant he would find you later, which he very much would.

That was hours ago. Your day was now finally over and you could go home to your cave and sleep. Your parents were out on a hunting party so you were a little upset, but kind of loved that you had some peace and quiet for once. Especially in the forest.

You enter the cave with a sigh, throwing your gear onto the ground before you could even walk to your hammock. You were so tired, feet hurting from walking around all day.

But as soon as you entered, that same familiar face appeared in front of you. His smile only grew as you walked closer, admiring the many aspects of your now decorated room. It was so beautiful, flowers scattered on the ground and small lights giving the room a night light effect. “Teyam…” You pout, letting him take your hands in his own, placing kisses against your knuckles. “I just… Eywa, this is so beautiful”

“You like it?” You nod, looking up to his amber eyes that had been burning with passion. He could’ve ruined you right then and there if he wanted. Instead of pulling him into a hug, you pull his face down to share a passionate kiss. Your hands settling in his long braids. Neteyam was taller then you and your toes had to stand tall just to reach his lips, but every kiss was so worth it. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer then you had been before.

“Needy today, aren’t we?” You smirk against his lips, kisses becoming more hungry by the second. His hands cupped your face, one wrapping around your throat to gently pull you into him. His hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you back—Wait. What?

You eyes quickly opened and you turned around, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The two boys look as though their getting along, both walking toward you until your back hit the caves wall. “What’s wrong, Syulang? It’s just us”

“You aren’t fighting… he just saw us—he was behind me—I… I’m so confused” The oldest boy shushes you, one hand cupping your small face while the other boy grabbed your hand, thumb caressing your palm. “Nete—Lo, what is going on?”

“You trust us, right?” You look between the two, forehead still creased with confusion. What was there to trust? Of course you did, but why did you need to now?

“Of course I do but-“ Your voice is cut off once again by the eldest boy’s lips attaching to your own. Jesus, he loved doing that, didn’t he? His hands pulled you close to him and you didn’t even think to protest, feeling Lo’ak’s hands on your back. You were so lost, still trying to figure out what had been going on.

“You think it’s fun to play with our emotions?” Lo’ak’s voice is hot against your ear as he pressed himself against your ass, hand pushing your hair away from your neck. You tried your hardest to respond, but Neteyam’s tongue hadn’t even been close to done against yours. “Wake up with him then come to me, right? That’s what it is? That’s what I mean to you?”

You whine against Neteyam’s soft lips, hands trying to reach Lo’ak’s. You felt so bad, so terrible for making him feel that way. Was neteyam having doubts too?

“That’s okay. Tonight, we end this stupid charade and see who can really have you” His lips attach to the exposed skin on your neck with ease, fingers roaming up to remove your chest piece. You could feel the slick of your heat fill your cunt, slowly seeping down your skin. You knew what they were doing now, and it made it all so much more obvious.

“Should I be nice and let him have you first? Or maybe we need to teach him how to please you” Neteyam’s breath is hot against your own, and you can feel Lo’ak’s length pressing hard against your thigh. It was surreal—you really had both the Sully brothers at your feet. You were nervous for Lo’ak, seeing as he never did this with you but was sure he could beat Neteyam like always.

“Don’t make me laugh, bro” Lo’ak glares at him and the oldest boy chuckles, pushing a piece of hair back behind your ear. He looked at you with sinister eyes, like he had something so bad planned.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” You looked at him, trying your hardest to believe this as real—but it felt so fake. Were you dreaming? Because this was very much a dream you had a lot. The taller boy holds your head in his hand, gently urging you to the tab behind you and you obviously obeyed.

You sat on the table in front of the two boys, stomach growing nervous at the sight in front of you. Lo’ak’s hand caressed your hair, moving to sit behind you on the wooden table, reassuring voice in your ear.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us” Yeah, just Lo’ak and Neteyam… the two men who had your heart on the tightest hold. You follow the older boys motions as he pushes down on your chest, back lowering to lay in between his brothers legs. “Is this okay?” You nod hesitantly, watching as Neteyam untied your loincloth, tossing it to the floor without a care in the world.

Your chest was rising so heavily and Lo’ak could see it, whispering sweet nothings into your ears to calm you down. You weren’t anxious, it just felt like a dream, or a rush. Neteyam places a few kisses up your thigh, your breathing growing shakier as he got closer to your heat.

“He’s gonna fall so deep in love with you when he hears your pretty moans” Neteyam mumbles against your thigh and you can feel the voice inside you start to fill your body, walls clenching around nothing just to gain some sort of friction. “Gonna show him how you like it. Does that sound good, Pretty girl?” You nod and he tsked, teeth gently sinking into your thigh. “Words”

“Y-yes, sounds good” Lo’ak’s ears perk at your small noises, might’ve even been his new favorite music. Neteyam didn’t waste any time on leaning into you, taking your clit between his lips while holding your legs still. Lo’ak watched you in awe, the way your face twisted making him harder by the second. You looked so beautiful like that.

You felt his cock press against your back, eyes opening to look at him. You pulled his face down, connecting your lips with a sloppy but passionate kiss—wishing you could touch him where he needed. He was the cutest thing above you, just itching to get ahold of you like his brother. He was so jealous.

“Mmph… Eywa, Nete” you moan against his brothers lips, a small gasp leaving your mouth once you felt his fingers slip into you.

“Hope your watching, Baby bro. I’m practically giving you a cheat sheet” Neteyam states cockily and you shush Lo’ak before he can retaliate, hand reaching up to pull the band from his hair.

“I’m sure you’ll be just as good, Pretty boy” His pupils grow at your words and his tail was now swaying, cock pressing painfully harder now more then ever against you. Told you, words of affirmation.

Your legs open wider on their own, heels of your feet sitting on Neteyam’s shoulders. You were on cloud nine. Making out with one of the sully boys while the other ate you like you were his last meal. Eywa, it felt so good. His fingers curled inside you with a pace, tongue circling your clit over and over until your abdomen was pushing up off the table, muffled noises growing louder against Lo’ak’s lips.

“You look so pretty like this” Lo’ak remarks, holding your heavy head in his hands as you let out those beautiful sounds, hand reaching down to tug on the older brothers hair. “Feels good, huh? Can’t wait for my turn”

“Nete…great mother—“ you let out a breathless moan, grip tightening around his hair.

“Come for me, Sweet girl. We’ve got you” Neteyam coached, Lo’ak’s hands now reaching down to cup your breast in his hands. He loved watching you fall apart—even if it was for his brother. You came undone with a long and loud moan, hips digging into the wood under you as your back pushed off Lo’ak. Neteyam knew you like the back of his hand, he knew your body so well it was almost impossible to hold out for him.

“Did so good, baby. I think it’s my turn” You whine, legs closing once Neteyam stood back up. His tongue ran along his lips as him and Lo’ak switched places, now having Neteyam sit behind you with his fingers still dripping wet from your core.

“Nete… I wanna please you” He shushes you and you gasped feeling yourself getting tugged forward, Lo’ak’s hands spreading your legs apart once again. “W-wait! Too sensitive I—“

“We’re gonna take care of you, remember?” Neteyam lifts your chin, a small smirk plastered across his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. “This isn’t about us, it’s about you, Ma’Tìyawn” The sensation between your legs caught you by surprise at how fast it had been, nails digging into Neteyam’s wrists. “Don’t rush it. Make her feel good” Neteyam instructed and you swore you could’ve moaned just at that. He was so particular when it came to you, making sure everything was perfect.

“I-it feels good, just didn’t expect it” You reassure the boy, one hand getting lost in his hair and the other pulling Neteyam’s face to feet your own. You roughly connected your lips, knowing now that it was neteyam, you could be as aggressive as you wanted. He always matched your speed, or even sometimes faster.

Of course the loud muffled cries where noticeable against his lips, thanking Eywa you had him against you to shut you up. You were so sensitive, you didn’t have time to think before your hips were still bucking off the table.

Lo’ak was fast, trying to draw you to your end faster then Neteyam. You knew he was trying to prove a point, but it didn’t matter because you still loved the way it felt—the way both of them felt.

“Moans are so pretty, baby. Hope he’s making you feel good” Neteyam’s thumb caresses your cheek and you nod desperately, a cry escaping your lips. “Maybe he should get you first, so I can finish you off” God, Neteyam and his boyfriend attitude. He kisses your knuckles, allowing you to pull on his skin to sooth your moans. He loved when you marked him up, showing everyone he was yours.

“L-Lo! Oh Eywa… I can’t!” Neteyam presses another kiss to your lips and Lo’ak doesn’t slow down, only going faster against you like you weren’t going crazy above him. You were losing yourself, holding onto Neteyam for comfort.

Your high came down the hardest you’d ever experienced before, legs shaking rapidly against Lo’ak’s hands as you hid your face into Neteyam’s neck. The two boys watched you in awe, Neteyam almost a little jealous at the sight in front of him.

“Holy shit” Lo’ak mumbled and you look to him, eyes widening at the shining gloss over his abdomen and thighs, your release dripping all the way down to his loincloth. “Did you just-“

“My turn” Yup. Neteyam was officially jealous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made you squirt before, but the fact his baby brother got it on the first try, he knew he had to do something better.

He removes himself from the table and lifts you in his arms, laying himself down onto the large loom made bed you had specially built only months ago. Your legs were barely working at that point, cries leaving your poor mouth as he pulled you onto the sheet.

“You want me to take over or do you want to? It’s your day, I want you to feel good” He reassures you and you sigh, looking down at his now fully exposed cock that stood against his abdomen. You lay next to him and he’s already on his way behind you, pulling your back against his chest as Lo’ak settling in on the other side of you.

You reach down between you and Lo’ak, taking his painfully hard cock in your hand. It wasn’t as thick as Neteyam’s, but it was about the same size. You really were getting the best of both worlds, huh? His eyes almost instantly roll back the same time as yours do, Neteyam’s hand keeping you in place as he slipped into you with ease.

“Look at me, Lo” you practically beg the boy in front of you, his eyes opening but his lips now stuck between his teeth—stopping his whimpers from escaping. Aw, he’s so easy to get to.

Neteyam's hands moved your hips against his, lips attaching to your neck while your sweet voices he loved so much escaped, face falling against Lo'ak's. You stared down at his length, biting your lip at the sight.

His cock had already been leaking pre, and you knew he wouldn't last long if you kept going, only letting your hand stroke him slow.

"Always so tight around me—could stay here forever" the eldest boy breathes in your ear, his pace slowly starting to increase once you got used to him. Lo'ak was jealous, but he couldn't think of anything else beside the fact your hand was palming him, soft voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You didn't want him to feel left out, you needed him to feel good too.

"Aw, baby. Don't hide those from me" your thumb brushes against his bottom lip, pulling it from his teeth so his moans would surface. You loved when Neteyam was vocal, so you could only imagine the things it would do to you if you had both of them like that. "Good boy"

He lets out a whimper against your neck and your ears peek at the sound, tail wrapping around Neteyam's waist to pull him closer to your body. He was hitting you so deep, so hard you could barely think straight. He definitely had something to prove, ruining you before Lo'ak could even enjoy you.

"Oh, Teyam..." He leans his face down to your own, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Lo'ak's face was still buried into your neck, not even caring that his brother was fucking you right in front of him. He just needed your touch. "That's it—right there!" He lifts your leg more, following your instructions and only hitting deeper then before. Your eyes were rolling back and you could feel your cunt squeezing him the tightest it could, soft moans falling from his lips.

Every gasp, every moan, every breath against his ear but like heaven to him—praising you with a deep, loving stroke after every single one. You moved your hips against his, feeling your breaking point approaching already. He was way too good at this, way too good at knowing your body.

"Gonna come? Already? Let's see if he can beat that" You whine at his words, still competing with his brother even after agreeing to let it go. You wished you could complain, but if this is what it takes for you to get fucked like this, you'd learn to deal with it. "Come on, Pretty girl. Come for me. Show him who had you first"

His words make you moan loudly, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the pressure on your swollen clit, noticing Lo'ak's hand had been exploring your body with ease. "Oh my—fuck...!" His thumb circles your clit more and you can feel your high coming fast, begging Neteyam for more. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, making sure you had been pleased enough before he could release. He was so fucking close.

"Such a good girl for us. Wanna breed this pussy, make you walk out with my seed stuck deep inside you" You cry at his words and nod your head, the sound of your skin slapping against eachother being the only thing the three of your could hear. "Gonna give it all to you. Great mother—your mine, Y/N"

"Come on, Baby. Come so I can feel you" Lo'ak cups your face and you cry with one last thrust to his hips, his hands pulling you as close as you could possibly get against his lap.

"Nete...!" You both let out the filthiest moan, cunt clenching down on his throbbing cock inside you, the hot white spurts of his release painting your walls full. He mumbled things into your ear but you were too stuck on your orgasm to even respond, just falling against Lo'ak's chest with your chest heaving tirelessly. Neteyam pushed your hair away from your neck, placing a few small kisses to your skin.

"One more and then your done, okay?" You whimper, feeling his limp cock slowly slip out of you. His eyes were set on the mess he had made inside you, watching in awe as you laid with his brother, completely fucked out. "Your gonna ride him. Show him how this works, yeah?"

"Nete... I can't-"

"You can" He helps you stand onto your knees, Lo'ak's body moving to sit up in front of you. "I'm gonna help you, okay? Gonna make sure he takes real good care of you" Lo'ak pulls you into a kiss as you position yourself above him, Neteyam's hands helping guide you so you didn't give out.

"Don't—Mmph!" The brother moans against your lips as he finally seeps into you, Neteyam's mess already lubricating your cunt. "Y/N... great mother—so tight" He was a mess under you, wondering how you could've still been this tight even after his brother had you. It felt so fucking good.

"Just relax. I'll take care of you, I'll show you" You reassure him, hips moving against his at a slow pace. His hands pulled at your hips, nails digging into your skin with every breath that left his mouth. Neteyam watched you in awe, always loving how you looked when you were in control.

It wasn’t long before Lo'ak began to rut his hips under you, a gasp leaving your lips as you lean against him, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You matched his pace, noticing that he was now trying his hardest to hold back his release. You didn’t want him to—if anything, you were getting closer just looking at him.

“Feels good, huh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” You shake your head at Neteyam’s question, but he didn’t take that answer. Lo’ak gripped your throat with one pull, crashing his lips against yours with another snap of his hips. “Give us one more, Baby. Just one more and you’ll be done” The boy caresses your hair and you could feel your tears slipping down your cheeks, the pleasure truly being too much now.

“Lo… Oh god I—it’s too much!” You beg against his lips but they both knew you too well, knowing you truthfully loved every minute of this, wishing he’d never stop even if it was too much.

“Can’t hold myself much longer, Y/N. Come for me” Gosh, how wet it made you hearing that from Lo’ak. His cock kissed your cervix over and over, grip so tight on your waste you were sure there was gonna be bruises tomorrow. This was such knee territory for the two of you. “Can feel you—shit! Come on, I know your close”

You leaned back, hands holding yourself up on his knees as you tried your hardest not to scream, Neteyam almost instantly standing behind you so you didn’t give up.

“Kiss me… god—I’m gonna come!” Lo’ak’s arm snaked around your waist and he leaned forward against you, crashing his lips into yours once again with a muffled moan. Your high was just at its peak, threatening to burst at any moment. Lo’ak knew, he knew and he was right behind you.

With one final thrust into you, Lo’ak held your hips down despite your shaking legs, both of you letting out a loud moan into each others mouth. Your releases mixed together, and his repainted your still fully white walls again, breath fanning against your ear with a sigh.

You couldn’t move or even speak, only sitting there for a minute and letting the two brother converse without you. They had officially fucked you out. You let out a cry as Neteyam lifted you from his brother, helping you lay onto the bed comfortably without touching any area that might’ve hurt. You already had many bruises forming against your skin, and if even one slight touch was to come to your heat, you’d cry.

“D-don’t… don’t touch” The boys chuckle as they laid next to you, Incasing you between their two warm bodies. Neteyam had himself propped up on his elbow, fingers pushing your hair out of your sweating face while Lo’ak’s head laid in your neck, placing small kisses along your shoulder.

“How’s that for a Valentine’s Day surprise?” He kisses your head and you open your eyes to look at them, half lidded against your face. You took one of his braids in between your finger, twirling it around with a smile. “Gotta say, I thought you’d at least stay awake longer then her” he says to his brother but Lo’ak doesn’t even bother, placing his middle finger in the air in front of him.

“Stop it. Your gonna give me a headache” you flick his head and he only chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I feel so…gross” You make him laugh once again, looking between the three of you. You couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the fact you had both of the sully boys release inside you, made it so much more forbidden.

“I guess we’ll have to see who’s kids are faster, huh?” Your eyes widen at the younger boys question, pushing his head away from you while the two begin to laugh together.

“Stop it! That is not funny!”

“It’s definitely mine. I’m a fast swimmer so-“

“Neteyam!” He puts his hands up in defense, Funally laying down next to you. Lo’ak had his head back on you, now just trying to drift off to sleep. “You two are ridiculous” He only hums, leaning down to press kisses up your jaw, teeth gently pulling at your ear lobe before whispering.

“So, who was better?”

Ummmmmm I hope y’all enjoyed this because my phone is glitching like crazy now 🙏🏼🙏🏼. New content coming soon! 💙

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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daddy issues

it was so wrong and so good to bring her to your place, and being fucked by her. it feels really fucking good.

pairings: scarlett johansson x reader

warnings: 18 MINORS DNI alcohol consumption, rough sex, strap-on (r receiving), rough kissing, slightly dark!scarlett, dirty talking, oral sex, and daddy issues.

notes: these photos aren’t mine, i just found them on twitter, and i’m absolutely OBSESSED. enjoy!!

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Your eyes have lingered on Scarlett most of the time. It's not like you could help it, how can she stand there and be this beautiful with her golden silk blonde hair that is sort of wavy yet so pleasant to see? You tap your index finger on your champagne glass, bringing the rim to your pinkish lips as you try to gaze at the surroundings instead. My, everything was beautiful. Scarlett has great creativity, especially when it comes to events. Every time there was a party in her new company, every piece of furniture – was organized and fresh, like brand new. She liked the brand new stuff, never old. You don't know why, but you find it neat of her.

When you looked back at her, she was staring at you from afar. Well shit, you thought to yourself and instead looked away, the embarrassment building up in your veins. You were incredibly foolish, letting yourself know that you could get away from staring. But in fact, she has caught you! My god, so irrational of you. And not even a minute later, she was approaching you with a smile – her cheeks reaching up to her eyes. You smiled back and unexpectedly, you received a warm embrace from her.

Your Daddy or Mommy issues are concerning.

She felt absolutely warm.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaims happily as she pulls away from your body, which is much to your dismay. Yet you aren't complaining like a little child. "I thought you were staying at your mom's today?"

"Oh well," you sighed, shaking your head. "Change of plans."

Did you shrug? That's stupid, why did you shrug? She must've thought you were coming off in a rude way, honestly, those aren't your intentions! Have you been thinking about this too much? Maybe, maybe...

Scarlett scratches the back of her head and stands a little closer to you, which makes your breath hitch. Although, it was pretty understandable since the crowd was thick. You look at the way she brings her whiskey glass to her mouth and asked, "Are you alone? I've been watching you and you seem... lonely."

"I didn't invite anyone else with me," you shrug politely. "I don't know, I only joined because well... I work for you."

"Sweetheart, if you are tired, then you could go back home, you know?"

The name sweetheart slips out of her mouth so easily that you barely catch it. It's almost like you want her to say it again until you think about her at night, not knowing what else to do other than slipping your fingers into your panties as you scream her name. But she doesn't know that, of course, she doesn't.

You give her a tight lip smile and shake your head once again, although you feel a little light-headed yourself. Perhaps you should go home, but you also wanted to keep talking to the older woman who's currently your boss.

"I'll have a couple more drinks."

She nods. "Have you eaten? I could bring you a plate, we could eat together."

You wouldn't oppose that. Of course, you won't. If Scarlett asks you to eat with her, you must eat with her. You can't back out from that.

You felt your throat tightening, just like the air that has been hallucinating you, as you stutter out: "S-Sure! Yes, why not? Um, yeah."

She only lets out a small laugh and brings you to the buffet area with her hand on your lower back, her mouth near your head.

You and Scarlett spent your time alone at the corner of the event, eating salads together as you talk about the previous school that you used to go to. She didn't know anything much about you, which was expected since you don't consider her your friend, but she seems merely interested in your stories. You didn't know that she could fully speak Russian, making her speak a few sentences to you as you find it very amusing to hear her speak in another language.

"That's what you get when you work for Marvel," she chuckles, sipping from her glass, which has to be her third by now. "You choose to not learn the language and say a few lines, I did. You could say that I was bored."

"Well, maybe you should start feeling bored so that you can learn a few more things." you manage to joke, making her laugh again. Without expecting anything, you felt her hand on your knee as she squeezes it gently, her eyes at the side of your head. You sit still, holding your breath as you count how long she'll put her hand there. She was close to kissing you, but you're also delusional for thinking such a thing as that. She's married, for Christ's sake.

"I'm glad I'm talking to you, everything feels so refreshing, you know? It's like you could see me as a person, and not some celebrity."

"At the end of the day we're all human," you say quietly, your fingers playing with your cold glass as you let the wetness coat the tips of your fingers. "And I find you as my boss and sort of a friend. I have a lot of respect for you."

"Is that so, Y/n?"

"Yep," you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heating up with a pinkish color as you duck your head. "I'm sorry, it's just that–this is all new to me, we don't talk like this."

She only sighs, pulling her hand away, as she sits back on the couch. There was a moment of silence, letting the noise from the crowd ingrain you before she could even speak with such a hoarse voice.

"I'll take you home tonight."

"That wouldn't be necessary–"

"Please," she interrupts you with a plea, sounding almost upset that you almost oppose her idea. You bite your lower lip in response as she continues, "Let me take you home. It's at least what I could do for accompanying me tonight."

"I guess that wouldn't hurt, right?" there was no backing out. She does want to take you home, which makes you feel even more nervous – you could feel yourself sweating already.

She smiles kindly at you and nods.

"What would be a harm on that?"

—

"You don't have to bring me to my door," you chuckle, as the alcohol-intoxicated you slowly, rummaging your hand inside your bag to find your keys. Scarlett only walks near you and presses herself against the doorway, watching you become so stressed trying to find your apartment key. "S-sorry, I'm–"

"It's okay," she whispers hotly. "I'll wait."

After what seemed like hours, your face lit up as you held the key in your palm. You opened the door with victory as you walked inside, dropping your bag onto the couch. You notice that your apartment was a bit small so you whispered to your shoulder, "I'm sorry if it's a small house, I live on my own."

"I kind of thought you were living with your mother," she said while closing the door behind her, hearing it click. You wondered why she locked the door, was she staying here longer? Either way, you didn't seem to mind. You were tired and sleepy, so you poured yourself a cold glass of water, offering her one. "Would you like a glass?"

She only shakes her head as she flops herself on the couch, lying her head back on the cushion. Replying with a deeper voice, "No. But could you sit with me?"

"O-Of course."

You didn't waste any more time and sat down slowly beside her, feeling her hand on your back once again. She seemed so touchy tonight, but she was always touchy with everyone. You thought that maybe she was doing that with everyone else, so you weren't that sort of special, but her touch seems to be so different now. As if she's hazed and drunk, not knowing what she's doing. Perhaps she is drunk, which makes your heart feel a little heavier.

"Are you going home?" you asked curiously.

"Don't you want me to stay?" dare speak to me with that deep voice once again, I could possibly throw myself at you and let yourself fuck me hard.

"Yeah," you say as you grow tired. "I just–Well, it's very late. You have taken me home. There's only one bed in my house, I don't think I could offer you one."

Maybe you were saying this to push her away, to push these nonsensical feelings away so that you could act civil with her and not some teenager who has an infatuation over an older woman. This doesn't happen often, but you do have these issues that aren't confronting you much. And when you saw her wearing that suit tonight, you could only think that your Daddy issues are growing in you and not out of you.

You were fucked up.

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers out as she shuts her eyes, sighing with her chest heaving. You whimpered out quietly, giving an answer to her question. She whispers again, but this time, this made your cunt clench. "Have you ever thought about me being alone in your house?"

First of all, you don't know how to answer that. Second of all, why is she asking you this? It was random, completely out of your relationship with her, but you couldn't help but think: was she thinking about you? Was she interested in you? Fuck, you felt your heart swirling in your drunkenness.

"I–" you felt your breath hitched again, toying your fingertips. "Um, I... yes? I mean, I'm so sorry–I just have this crush on you and I think you know now and I feel terrible–"

You should've kept your mouth shut.

This lifted her head lift a little, as she was amused by your response, deciding that she should keep talking about this. She sat up, inching closer to you, as her arm is now around your shoulders. Now, you could feel her close. Now, you feel your issues are growing stronger.

Please don't let her notice.

"I'm–"

"Tell me more."

Your face has gone perplexed. "W-what?"

Scarlett leans to your face closer – but not ultimately close – and whispers again, "Tell me more. I want to know what's in your head."

"There's," you trail down your words, murmuring to yourself how foolish you are, as you looked away from her. You tried at least because she turned your head again with the hold on your chin. She's now looking at you, and you could feel yourself squirming from her touch. "Scarlett, do you think you should go home? I don't feel so well."

"I know you have a crush on me," she teases you lightly while thumbing your cheek, she thought how pleasant and soft your skin was. "It's obvious, doll. I know."

Well, at least you could've done it with more discreetness. Instead, she knows what a possible slut you are for her – and it's a little embarrassing to even think about it.

"I'm sorry," you whined, laying your head on her shoulder as you cried out, knowing that she'll probably never talk to you this way again. "God, I should've controlled it. I'm so fucking stupid."

She lifts your cheeks up and shakes her head, shushing you quietly, then you relax your weight on her hand as she replies with a deeper tone than you've last heard. "First of all, you aren't stupid. Never to me. Second of all, don't swear at me. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry," you say, swallowing down the saliva in your throat. "I'll never swear at you again."

"Good girl, baby. I only get to swear."

She's like making you a doll in her eyes, a good little pet that could be dragged around the street. But did you complain? No. why? Because you know you'd like her dragging you around and making you her personal slut. Whore. Tiny girl. She holds your biceps as she pulls you closer to her body, letting her hand pet your hair. She kisses your forehead feverishly, as if you're a secret, and nuzzles her forehead against yours. You lift your chin up and stare into her eyes, admiring the small wrinkles that were under her eyes, and without even thinking further – you pressed your lips on hers.

What the fuck was happening?

You winced in the kiss, you felt her nibbling on your lower lip, and you couldn't help but withdraw from her sensational lips as you finally realized what you'd done. Now, you've gone insane. You stood up and panted heavily, not looking into her eyes. You know that she wanted it too, or perhaps you're delusional again to think so. Or maybe she was kissing you back out because she was flattered, you don't know.

"I think you should leave."

"My little one..."

"No," you chuckled as you felt yourself crying from your sinful acts, shaking your head and holding onto the knob for your dear life. You manage to whisper out, "You're married. I don't–I wasn't thinking, I'm very sorry. It won't happen again, but you should leave."

Scarlett only stands and cups your face, bringing you closer but you fight her with it. You keep pulling yourself back but dear god, she was stronger with you, despite all those workouts for her role that seems to be complex. You whimpered when she grounded you on the spot, bringing her lips closer to your nose and whispering with a hiss, "I don't think you should tell me what to do."

"Excuse me?" you were flabbergasted. "This is my house!"

"Not with that tone I won't," she growls, pulling my ponytail to expose my neck. You were intoxicated by her, extremely in a compelling way. "I'm not leaving. Not until I fuck the shit out of you, not until you stop being a fucking brat. You let me in, didn't you? You knew what was bound to happen."

"You're hurting me!"

"Stay still or else I'll do something worse." you did not know she can be this... different. Maybe this is the reason why you never meet your heroes, she was so violent with her tone – especially the way she grabs your hair as if manhandling you. But your cunt says otherwise, your heart says otherwise. You want her to fuck you, to make you wide open until you only remember her fingers, her tongue, her dick, whatever else is there. Before you can speak, she pushes you back down on your couch as she spreads your legs wide open for her to easily grind her pelvis against yours, leaving you out of breath.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you," she purrs on your neck, groping your left breast with force. You cry with the sensation that she was giving you, you were obsessed that you couldn't stop your hips from rolling upwards. "With your shoulders and those legs of yours, I could go on for hours about how much I wanted you. Now, I have you, and you're going to be mine tonight."

"Scarlett," you gasped for air, her thumb pressing hard against your covered nipple. "You have a husband! This is wrong..."

She shakes her head, smiling faintly at you. She was intoxicated by you, as much as you are to her. With her touching you like a brothel and her tongue flicking on your skin, it makes sense how incredibly aroused she was. And boy, you were too.

"It's not baby," she whispers, knowing that she was slightly manipulating you into giving yourself to her. "It's never wrong. We were meant to do this."

"You're mine," she said, pulling your silk black dress upwards, your pink laced panties on now in full exposition. "Say it. Say that you're mine."

You let out a loud whimper when she demands you to say it, and you should say it. Not because you want to please the older woman, but because you do belong to her – without any hesitation.

"I'm yours."

Slap!

"Really?" she asked with a sinful tone, a deep voice that shrills you until you're dead, and massages your bare thigh with her calloused hand. "You're mine, all fucking mine. I don't want you near anyone, or else I'll have to punish you... which is something you don't want to look forward to."

Before you could reply, she pulls down your panties, kissing your pelvis with a deep breath. She smells you, she kisses your pubic bone, and she touches your inner thighs – which is something so undeniably sexy that you have your legs wide open, a sopping wet cunt exposed for her touch. You feel the tip of her nose pressing against your clitoris while taking a small taste from your cunt, moaning at how delicious you were.

"Didn't know you were this wet," she chuckles deeply, igniting your skin. Scarlett gets even more desperate when she gives your folds a long lick, making your back arch. "Mmph, so delicious. Gonna eat you out so good, you'll be falling apart."

"Ungh," you covered your mouth, tears rolling down from your eyes – from the pleasure – as your hand grips the side of the couch, moaning in wanderlust. She flicks the tip of her tongue on your hole, teasing it slightly before she could push her fingers inside of you, and when you were expecting her fingers; she lifts herself up. You draw your eyes open and watch as she pulls down her pants, a strap bouncing in the air. You were utterly shocked, how can something so big be so engrossing? You don't even know if that would fit inside of you, and would it?"Wait!" you stopped her from pushing in when you felt the tip on your hole, biting your lip down as you could feel the irritation. "I'm–It's too big..."

"We'll make it fit, baby." she kisses your cheek in reassurance and finally pushes inside of you with a long groan, burying her head into your neck. She holds you down, pinning you almost as if she feels her cock around your wetness. She wants to feel your walls, how they would be tight around her, but she liked the idea of fucking you with her dildo. It's almost fascinating.

"God," she rolls her eyes in the back of her head, humping you with much force. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You wouldn't lie but, you're enjoying this moment. Sure, it was huge, but you know you'd take it. Of course, you have to take it. What else are you supposed to do? You clawed her back as you wanted her lips on you, but her head was tucked into your neck, and you could feel her warm breath against your skin – damped.

"Fuck me," you begged with a whine. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck–Agh!" Scarlett gives you shallow thrusts, almost bottoming in you, her mouth all over your chest. She continues to assault you until you are a screaming mess, the squelching noises coming from your cunt and her cock getting the woman into her climax, tightening her arms around you as she grumbles with a whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum–fuck you feel so good!"

She moves inside of you with more pace until her torso twitches, cracking a moan in your ear as she pours out her orgasm, rubbing your clit with her thumb as you come with her. Everything felt hot and sticky, which you didn't mind. But she has put her morals aside and continued to thrust inside of you, but at a slower pace, prolonging both of your orgasms. As soon as she is done, she flops on your chest and lets out a chuckle, a wheezy chuckle.

"Fuck man," she wipes her forehead with her arm as she sits back up, watching your chest heave. "That was the hottest thing we've done. But don't you dare fall asleep, we have more work to do."

You feel livid.

#natasha romanoff x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff x you #scarlett johansson x you #black widow x reader #a’s oneshots!#scarlett johansson fic

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mysticficti0n · 11 months

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hey doll can you do fem!reader dating Tom and she's a model and she gets asked to do a lingerie shoot and she's questioning to do it or not and Tom convinces her with little flirty comments and then on the day he comes to pick her up and she's still posing in this black lacy stuff on a bed and he's watching until she notices and he asks if they can take the pieces home????

love you 🤭

girl yes yes yes

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rip it off

warnings- flirty, angst??, model!gf+TomK

words- 744

"okay thank you- bye" I cut the call and looked to see Tom giving me a questionable look "I've been asked to do a 'fall lingerie' shoot next Wednesday, but I don't know" yes I model but usually fully clothed, I'm not very confident about every inch of my body and Tom knew that "what if I just look like a idiot?"

"babe you wont look like an idiot, I've seen you In lingerie thousands of times and every time It happens oddly enough it ends up with you in my bed and that on the floor" he smiled moving from his place on the sofa to be closer to me "plus Y/n you are sexy as fuck, men are lucky to even look at you and I'm the luckiest because I get to come home to you and do this" he pressed his lips to mine and I couldn't back away from a kiss from Tom, who could?

"what If my dad see's it? god that also means my horrid step-mom too!" I cringed at the thought of those two seeing me nearly naked, dad hadn't been a large part of my life until I started gather fame at 16 for acting in adverts, then dating Tom in one of the most famous bands in Germany and now a world-known model

"so what of they see it? he has a gorgeous daughter who has a successful career unlike him who owned a car company that went bump and his wife looks like Jabba the hut so you have nothing to worry about" I laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'm not wrong- but anyways I think you should do it babe I mean you're the fucking most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I know everyone else would agree"

"fine I'll do it, and thank you you're such a sweetheart when you want to be" I drew circled on his palm seeing him let a small laugh out

"yeah wait till I come see you on Wednesday"

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"thats it Y/n push that hip out hun" I was stood in a make-shift door frame with bright white lights making my skin glow while wrapped in a night black lacy piece "okay I think we need you on that bed, and how good can you arch?" I felt a blush come to my face as we walked to the bed

"pretty well..." I climbed onto the plush fabric and watched as they fixed the camera onto me "where do you want me to look? camera or just off it?" I asked Jenna who stood smiling at me

"erm look to the camera and then we can try other stuff but doll you look stunning right now- so ready?" I nodded sliding down the bed and pushing my ass up as much as I could and stared into the lens, the camera clicked a few times and people switched lighting and my make-up until I herd a familiar wolf whistle fill the room, I looked over to where Jenna and the editor were sat and saw in the shadow behind them was Tom sucking his lip, I blew him a kiss and carried on with my shoot, I found myself pushing my positions more as his eyes laid upon me

"okay can we get one of you in the shower? but change into that baby pink set first and Pablo will come lighten your make up because we want cutie in the shower vibe okay?" Salma rubbed my shoulder letting me off set to change, I walked to Tom who sat playing his lip pricing, I purposefully swayed my hips a little more and let a salutary smile come on my face

"afternoon" I hummed feeling his hands immediately go around my waist "you okay?" he stood towering over me pressing a kiss to my forehead

"I'm amazing" his eyes drew narrower, he lowered his head so his mouth was next to my ear "need some help getting this off my love?" his tone sent shivers down my body and all I could do was nod, his hand slipped down to the globe of my ass giving it a quick squeeze before looking to Jenna who had a smirk along her lips "can we take these home?" Tom asked referring to the lingerie "and maybe some spares in case" I hit my boyfriends shoulder as a red shade covered my face

"damn Y/n didn't see you as a girl to have her clothes ripped off" she giggled winking at me

"right well I'll go change" I quickly walked to the backroom and I herd heavy steps follow behind me

"don't fuck for too long!" Jenna called as Tom shut the door after him

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #2000s fashion #lingerie #fashion #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz imagines #georg listing #germany #00s #kaulitz twins #bill kaulitz #beautiful model #tom kaulitz icons

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factual-fantasy · 5 months

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25 ASKS! WAHOO! :DD 🎉🎉🎉

Oooo what would DJMM be? A full sized birthday cake perhaps? XD

(Post in question)

:0 It was?? Thank you! :DD I'm glad you got some use out of it! <XD

(Post in question)

XDD She probably has, and no doubt she'll do it again!

@scally-wiggles716

:DD Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like the way I made him!! :}}} 💖💖💖

@badlyblurry

I mean.. sending me a drawing of your character that has nothing to do with any of my stuff? None of my characters are in it or anything? I don't see anything wrong with that..

But still, comments/asks are the easiest, safest and absolute best way to show your appreciation for my artwork. Genuinely, it is.

Oh its a horrible place. Its a kingdom ruled by a corrupt and evil king. The royal guard is corrupt and full of mostly evil snobs that abuse their power. There's plenty of food but none of it is given to the people.

Everyone is overworked, everyone is starving, there's murders in the streets. Its awful..

@khoiazo

@elegysonnet

<XD I've heard of Murder Drones but I never got around to watching it for a shallow reason. That reason being- now don't kill me!-... I don't like the art style 💔 specifically the way the characters look/are shaped. I know that's not a great reason to not watch something but its why I didn't want to watch it- 😭💔💔

Yes yes! Its the two golden kids. Although they aren't a reference to the missing children-

Its a bit hard to tell, but its supposed to be little Stanley and Stanford pines from Gravity falls! <XDD

(Also thank you!! :DD )

@shaziztrazh

All I can say is those smiles are creepy! Put some teeth in there and close that mouth! XDD

I actually have yet to draw him. I should do that sometime-

Just imagine the Spade King but much bigger and more.. grotesque..

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@couchwow

@beryl-shade

Oh yeah its very likely :00

@null-hydrangea (Post in question)

OOOO THAT'S REALLY MORBID AND ANGSTY-- But sadly no <XDD Its just an artificial separation anxiety of sorts.

@the-faketiccit0by

XD I'm glad! :}}

@syntaxgardenstudios

Woah, that sounds like a cool character! :D

Also thank you!! I'm glad you like my Octonauts stuff! :}} I'm sure I'll come back to it sometime XDD

@skeletormasterofevil (Post in question)

The buddy system is an A.I. programming that I created solely as a tool to make angst

The buddy system is a connected A.I. program that Glamrock Fredbear and Spring Bonnie both have. Its a program that tells the animatronics to always be in the same room. The further away from each other they go, the more distressed they become :(

@just-a-human-lad

:DD Thank you! And thank you for the littol frog guy! 💖🐸💖

I imagined the whole group is sitting around a camp fire and they're all talking a bit about where they came from and what their AUs were like. Jevil talks about how he and Seam were under rule of this horrible King. And how Seam was the court magician and he was the court Jester..

River makes a comment; "Oh.. You must just despise anything Jester related then, yes..?"

Jevil nods "Oh yeah, cant stand the stuff."

Then Grillby says, "..Then why do you still wear your jester hat?"

There was immediate tension between Seam and Jevil. But Jevil thought of something quick. "...You really wanna know why I don't take off my hat?"

Grillby: "uh.. yes..?"

Jevil creates all this suspense around it and then he goes. "Its becuase I'm bald under there, and you all would probably go blind from the reflection if I took my hat off." Cue giggling from Goner kid and a couple snickers from the group. The tension dissolves and the subject is changed. No one really thinks to bring up the hat thing again after that.. they all somewhat just accepted that as the answer.

Thank you!! :DD I love drawing them, so I'm glad you love how they look!! :}}}

If that worlds Seam is anything like mine, he wouldn't have been able to follow through with it.. Imprisoning him is one thing, executing him is just not something he has the guts to do..

And if their Spade King is anything like mine? As punishment for not obeying his orders, he would have just killed them both. :(

Hypothetically though.. if he DID kill Jevil.. and then later on saw my groups Jevil? I feel like he'd freak out. Thinking he's some kind of vengeful spirit or something. "I killed you, I saw you die- you've been dead for years- there's no way that you're really here-" He'd push him away out of fear and maybe even run away..

He probably did.. :( 💔

#my response #undertale #deltarune #fnaf security breach

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pixiekwixie · 1 year

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The Research - 2

➺ Miguel O'Hara x Reader || Mature, 18+

➺ Summary - In which Miguel struggles to keep his hands and eyes off his lab assistant.

previous chapter - next chapter

➺ warnings - this chapter might be long, Stalking/perversion (Miguel's been watching you for a while now), male masturbation (jerking off), some angst?, jealousy?, making out, choking, hickeys, biting (miguel bites you with his fangs), stripping, dom miguel, name calling, degradation, oral (male), gagging, deepthroating, crying, OC is a masochist, sadism (miguels a sadist), slapping (with a dick), dirty talk, clit slapping, fingering, edging, unprotected sex, cervix fucking? idk he's big that's all, ass slapping, creampie, some fluff

➺ words - 5.3k

➺ notes: sorry for this part being so late, video games got me in a chokehold. I tried to keep the smut as general and inclusive as i could with descriptions and stuff, so i hope you guys enjoy it, im also working on other miguel stories to release in the future (pregnant reader au, barista reader au, etc) but for now lets enjoy this series first. feedback, and what you guys think is welcomed, please enjoy :)

➺ translations below:

mi reina - my queen

continua hermosa - continue beautiful

Usa tus palabras, hermosa - use your words, beautiful

preciosa - precious

cariño - dear

eres mia, solo mia - you're mine, only mine

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"You know... I think it's kind of weird you've been stalking her for an hour now" Lyla spoke as she watched the monitor with Miguel, observing as you ate breakfast. Without a word, he changed the angle with a click to this keyboard to face you.

"I mean, technically, you stalk everyone"

Lyla looked at him but he didn't budge, he held the same stern look as he looked at you.

"Do you like her? Find her attractive? Wanna have sex with her?" Lyla smiled as she watched him huff in annoyance, knowing he was to blame for her attitude.

"Was watching her last night not enough?"

"What?" Miguel hissed at the hologram on his shoulder, she held a sly grin as she tapped her foot- knowing she had his attention now. Lyla was usually everywhere all at once, responding to whoever needed her.

Which usually meant she was listening, something that Miguel might've forgotten from the look of his reaction.

"You're spying on me?" He raised his voice as he looked down at her.

"You're spying on her, what's the difference?"

There was a pause as he looked back onto the screen where you were getting ready for work, ignoring Lyla.

As he watched you he started to feel a tight feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was it guilt? Was watching you really that wrong of him?

Today wasn't the first time he had taken to watching you go about your day. He hated to admit he had been watching you for the last week, and it all began when you wore a dress shirt that revealed some of your cleavage. It set off something inside of him like he had never seen a woman's body before, your body, and he couldn't get the image out of his mind.

Ever since, he's spent most of his nights watching you go about your day. From the way you would caress your hands across your body as you showered, to the way your breasts looked as you slept.

Last night, however, his desire became uncontrollable as he watched you pleasure yourself.

He had hissed when he saw you spread your legs out, practically giving him a front row view of your most delicate jewel. He wondered what it would be like if he just tasted you on his tongue, to lap at your folds and suck on your most delicate spots- to hear you moan and cum to his name.

He couldn't resist himself as he watched your finger yourself, the erection in his pants had become more obvious so he took it upon himself to jerk off while watching you.

The head of his cock was weeping with arousal as he rubbed a thumb over the slit of his cock, stroking at the head he imagined what your mouth would feel like- what your tongue would feel like if you licked his hardened length.

Gripping his cock with his hand he started pumping slowly, watching as your pussy gripped around your fingers. The way your body quivered and shook with pleasure, he liked the way you look- needy and desperate.

He stroked his cock faster as he began to imagine your pussy around him, the more he watched your body the more arousal leaked out of the tip- and the more the wanted to be inside of yo.

Mind black, and dazed from pleasure, he kept moaning your name repeatedly while his strokes became faster. Fangs peeking out from his mouth with every breath, he kept a gradual pace as he felt the coil in his abdomen come undone.

"Fuck- Ah-" he moaned lowly as his cum splurged onto his abdomen and onto his hand.

Stroking himself slowly and softly he whimpered sweet nothings about filling you up while he admired your body.

He had deemed you were his, even if you didn't know it.

So he spent most of night watching you pleasure yourself over, and over again. And with every watch he enjoyed it more, from your soft moans to the way your face contorted in pleasure.

He knew it was strange to be watching you but he couldn't help it, after the first time he saw you his body became unpredictable and needy for your warmth.

He knew there was a possible risk in taking modified spider venom more than once a day, but if he didn't then- well, he didn't know what would happen.

He just knew his desire for you was almost unbearable.

"You're terrible at expressing your feelings Miguel, just tell her you find her attractive" Lyla shrugged.

"It's not that easy, if I start something then who knows what would happen..." he muttered the last part, knowing that being close to you, and your scent, would be addicting if he pursued you.

"She has her own life on her earth, and I have mine, I can't disrupt the balance of the multiverse"

Lyla only rolled her eyes, "What's the worse that could happen? Just have fun dude" Lyla cocked her head before glitching off to whoever needed her.

"Fun..." he whispered as he watched you walk out the door to start your work day.

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"SEAN!" You say excitedly as he makes his way towards you within the lunch room.

"Hey!" He says with a quick hug.

"Wow you're back so soon, how was the vacation?" You smile as you take in his mild tan, he wasn't much of an outdoor person so you can imagine he had fun.

Sean has been a friend and co-worker for as long as you could remember, and as of two weeks ago he was on vacation with his girlfriend. Someone you set him up with back in high school, so when he asked you to help him plan his proposal you couldn't help but say yes.

"Millie got sick," he sighed as ushered you to sit down at an open table with him.

"What happened?"

"She just ate way too much seafood" you share a laugh, but the moment was interrupted when gizmo-watch in your hand started to beep, it amazed you it could even do that as it would usually just light up if someone needed you.

"Are you gonna get that?" He asked, shaking your head with a laugh you fumble with it until it stopped beeping.

"I'm guessing the proposal didn't happen then?" You quirk an eyebrow up at him, trying to dismiss the embarrassment from a couple seconds ago. If anyone knew you- it was him, and you weren't ready to tell him you were part of a secret society.

"Unfortunately no, and the hotel was greedy enough that they wouldn't reimburse us for the days we didn't stay" he rolled his eyes with a smile, he seemed very happy in his relationship with Millie- sometimes it was something you envied.

The warm feeling of knowing there's someone waiting for you, or the way you could remember the things they love. You enjoyed being single, you didn't having to worry about someone else or their needs but sometimes, and only sometimes, you envied their happiness and the love they shared.

"Enough about me- how are you? Have you met someone?"

Your eyes widen as the attention was brought back to you, heat flooded through your body in embarrassment. Do you tell him about Miguel? Do you dismiss it? Would he know if you lied?

"Me? Well-" you drag out the last word as you try to come up with something to say but before you could the gizmo started to beep again, looking down at your wrist with furrowed brows you fidget with it once more.

"Uh- are you gonna get that? Sounds important" he states with a drink of his coffee, paying attention to way your body discreetly trembled- he knew you were nervous.

You giggle awkwardly, "It's not... d-don't worry" you look back up at him, his eyebrows quirked up in a questioning manner.

He was trying to decipher you, trying to pick you apart.

"What? Are you seeing someone?" His smile got bigger, you shook your hands trying deny it. Sure, you and Miguel shared a very very close moment but there was nothing more to that and he made sure you knew it.

You almost thanked the heavens as the gizmo started to beep again, it just saved from you from having to come up with a lie.

However, it was annoying.

With a grunt you get up from your chair as you point to the gizmo on your wrist before quickly apologizing and making your way to the nearest bathroom.

Locking the door behind you, Lyla pops up in front of you with an annoyed look.

"Took you long enough"

"Lyla, seriously, I'm working and you know that"

Although she was artificial you still expected Lyla to understand, well, at least understand more than Miguel.

"Listen, I wouldn't ask if I needed to but- I need your help with Miguel."

Her tone changed, gone was her usual sass and present stood a Lyla that seemed worried and serious- she almost seemed human.

"Wha- Is he okay? What happened?"

Lyla sighed, "We don't know here he is, he turned off his location and hasn't taken his injections today... "

She seemed so genuine as she avoided your gaze, what was in her programming that made her like that? Was it really Miguel who made her? Someone as expressionless as him?

Throwing those thoughts aside, you try to focus on the present question.

"Lyla, I'm working a-and I don't know if I want to help you guys look for him" you spoke but deep inside you worried and you wanted to know more, you wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Thing is..." she dragged out, pacing around with her head down.

"Lyla, what?"

"It would only be you searching for him" Lyla turns to you slowly, you almost flinch at her words.

Only you? Did she know what you guys did yesterday?

"That's dangerous for me- what if he kills me?"

You knew he wouldn't do that, he didn't have a no-kill rule like the others but the only thing that scared you was being near him.

"I saw what you guys did yesterday and-"

"Lyla that was-"

"- I don't care" she looked at you head on, no longer avoiding your gaze.

"You don't?"

"Miguel can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, all I care about is making sure he's fine" her voice softened as she spoke, it almost broke your heart at how genuine she sounded.

"Okay, I'll do it" you gave in, you knew you would regret it later but now was not the time to think about that.

"Go home, change, and come here- quickly... please" and with that she disappeared, almost like it never happened.

Your body rushed with adrenaline as things clicked in your head. You had to get home quickly before Miguel did something irrational.

You rush out and quickly apologize to Sean as you start to sprint to the exit of the building. You made sure to let reception know you would be leaving early due to a 'family emergency'.

Questions flooded your head as you quickly made your way home, your body was full of a rush as all you could think about was Miguel. If something was terribly wrong he could kill someone, or worse, he could get hurt.

Quickly unlocking the door to your apartment, you throw your things on the couch and begin tot take your top off.

You walked forward as your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness of your room, but you didn't care- all that was in your head was Miguel and finding him.

Your body core started to pulse with heat as you rummaged through your drawers looking for a comfortable shirt, but this wasn't a situation of heat, why was your body suddenly feeling warm?

Your answers were quickly answered as you felt a hot breath tickle the back of your neck.

Was he...?

Your eyes widen as you turn your head to find him staring down at you with glowing red eyes.

"Miguel!" you exclaim in mixture of shock and relief, watching as his brows furrowed- almost as if he was angry.

"W-What are you doing here?" you stuttered out as his face grew closer to yours, his breath fanning over your lips as one of his hands tilted your chin up to him.

"Do you feel it too?" his voice reverberated across your body, sending a jolt of heat to your core.

"I- Are you okay?" your looked at him, genuine concern in your eyes as your discarded the heat that started to blossom in your body.

Grabbing your face with both hands he pulled your face into his, until your noses were touching and you could feel each others breath against your skin.

If he was any different he would've thanked you for worrying about him, but he wasn't that guy, he didn't want to think about the warm stuff in life.

He wanted to focus on the desire he felt for you.

Slipping a hand around your throat with a tight grip, he cocked his head to the side with a small grin that revealed the tips of his fangs to you.

"Do you feel the desire too?" he whispered against your lips, one small move could lead to a kiss and he knew it, he was teasing you.

"I do," your words were almost lost from the way you whispered so softly.

"Que bueno," he whispered before placing his lips onto yours. A jolt of energy flowed through the two of you as lips molded against each other.

His lips were hot, wet and moved like he hadn't seen you in years. Almost like he was trying to eat you alive, with every movement of his lips you could feels his fangs poke you almost like a teasing bite.

Pulling off from your mouth with a pop, he stared down at you moving your head to the side to expose your neck.

"P-Please..." a moan whine escapes your lips as you noticed the way he stared at your neck.

"Please what mi reina? What you want?" he placed a small kiss on your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making you feel hazy.

"My neck- k-kiss me... mark me- please- Aaah" you moaned as he began licking the nape of your neck, treasuring the way your breathing came out ragged. His lips began sucking at the spot, taunting you with the tips of his fangs prodding at your skin.

He continued the assault on you neck, sucking at every part of your neck and shoulders as much as he could.

"B-Bite me-" you let out, you thought he would pause for a moment but you were immediately met with a sharp pain as he dug his fangs into your shoulder blade. The pain was excruciating but it felt so good at the same time.

Pulling away slowly, he suckled and licked at the punctures. Making sure you wouldn't bleed out.

Looking up to find you zoned out in pleasure, he came up to your face waiting as you blinked your eyes open.

"I'm gonna need you to strip for me, okay?" he look directly into your eyes with a demanding tone, your vision was becoming blurry but you nodded.

Your longs ached as you took in a deep breath the moment he removed the grip around your neck. He sat down and watched attentively from the foot of your bed, awaiting the show of your body.

You began to slowly unclasp your bra watching as it fell onto the ground to expose your perky nipples.

"I didn't say stop, continua hermosa"

His words tickled at your core as he watched the bright red glow of his suit highlight and contour the shapes of your body.

You nervously slide off your pants knowing he was eager to see your cunt. Hooking your fingers onto the sides of your panties you shimmy them down very, very slowly.

A small string of slick connecting your panties to your cunt.

"Are you wet for me baby?" his voice was so deep it scared you, but it churned your tummy even more. It made you wetter that he knew you made him feel hot and bothered.

You stood in silence and watched as the hologram of his suit disappeared, long gone was the red bright glow and present was his cock standing tall weeping at the slit with arousal.

"Suck my cock, now"

You fell onto your knees in a hurried manner, admiring the way his cock stood tall. Veins running along the sides of his girth, he was bigger than you had expected.

"Hurry up, slut" he spat out as he watched you fumble with your hands to grab the base of his cock, placing a long wet lick from the base to the tip.

His body shivered as he placed hand behind your head to hold you steady.

"I didn't tell to stop bitch, go ahead" your body shivered as you began to suckle at his tip, enjoying the way he held your head tightly.

"Come on baby, open that mouth of yours, lemme fuck your dirty mouth," he whispered as he pushed your head down onto his length making you gag as he hit the back of your throat, enjoying the way you felt warm and wet.

Grabbing your head with both hands he starts thrusting into your mouth at a steady peace, ignoring the way you kept gagging against his cock, instead he enjoyed the way it sent vibrations all through out his body.

"You feel so good baby" he watched as tears rolled down your cheeks from the intensity of his throats down your throat. Your pussy would clench with his every thrust so much so that you began to feel some wetness start to drip down your legs.

"L-Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth"

He began to snap his hips into you repeatedly while you tried to adjust your jaw to his length. Saliva dripped down your chin as your throat contracted against his cock, making a mess of your face.

He enjoyed the way your body struggled to take him in, the way your eyes dripped with tears and the sweet scent of your arousal that dripped down your legs, as well as the contraction of your throat against him. He wanted to mark every part of you as much as he could, show you how much he wanted you.

Slowly he began pulling his cock out of your mouth, saliva connecting your lips with his tip. Your eyes widened slightly as the site of his erection, could he have gotten bigger? Was that possible?

"Like that? Hm, little slut?" He used a hand to slap the head of his length against your cheek, you felt so dazed and drained from having him so deep in your throat. Your pussy still quivering in desire.

"What do you want, mi reina? Tell me"

He knew you couldn't speak from the way your breathing became heavy but your body buzzed in pleasure.

Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you hoped he understood but instead he squished your face with one hand.

"You... W-Want you..." you voice came out hushed, and your throat ached with every word.

"Get on the bed then, lemme see your slutty pussy" he demanded, helping you up until you laid on your back with your legs propped up- cunt exposed to him.

Staring at his face as he moved around in front of you, you hated to admit you found him beautiful in this moment. Something about him just made you feel at ease despite how brutally he had fucked your throat.

You were brought back to reality when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, you moaned as you looked down to find him playing with your wet folds.

Enjoying the way your pussy seemed to get wetter as he stroked your fold.

"P-Please-" you bucked your hips against his hand, longing for more.

"Please what? Usa tus palabras, hermosa" he whispered against your cunt, continuing to at your entrance slowly as you moaned into his touch.

"Fuck!" you yelp as he lands a slap on your clit- the ache pleasing some of your desire.

"Hm, you liked that?" he grinned as he landed several more small slaps onto your clit, adoring the pained look on your face.

He began to slowly thrust a finger into your weeping core, your body flinching at the pleasure with every stroke of his fingers against your walls. Wetness seeped out of your core as the pads of his fingers bumped into the sensitive spots in your walls.

With another hand he slapped your clit harshly, earning a yelp from you.

"Don't act like you don't like it"

You could hear the smile on his face.

"Get on your hands and knees,"

He rubbed his hands against the supple flesh of your ass, admiring the softness of your skin. He wanted to fuck your ass the more he looked at it, but right now wasn't the time for that.

Your body jolted as he placed a thumb on your sensitive clit, rubbing it slowly as your arousal dripped onto his hand.

"Im not gonna go easy on you, preciosa"

His words made your cunt wetter at the thought, you wanted him to do whatever he wanted- to ruin you in every way possible.

Before you could speak you felt the wet tip of his cock at your entrance, rubbing himself against your slit teasingly.

"Shhh- be still, cariño" he cooed as he thrust his entire length into your warm walls, your mouth fell open at the burn of his cock stretching out your entrance.

He grunted as your walls clenched against his length rapidly as you tried to adjust to his size. He knew you were desperate to be fucked by the way your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, he could come on the spot from the way you moaned his name softly.

Your words were lost as began to thrust into your pussy roughly with both hands placed against your hips. His thrust were animalistic, fueled by pure lust and the desire to release inside of you.

"Your pussy is so tight baby-" he moaned as you clenched rapidly around him, your walls still struggling to adjust to his size. You pushed yourself back into him with every thrust, begging for him to go deeper and find the spot that itched inside of you.

"Miguel- p-please..." you pleaded for him, your breasts burning at the heat as they swinged back and forth with his every thrust.

"Say it louder baby- l-lemme hear you" he grunted as he changed his position to drill harder into you. The new position made you whine in desperation, he was giving you everything you wanted with this new position.

"Fu-Fuck me harder- please!" you throat ached as you spoke but you didn't care, all you could think about was his hot cum being inside of you, and being filled until you were dripping.

His cock hit your sweet spot but you couldn't keep your eyes open with the way he reached the deepest corners of your insides.

"Aaah! Fuck- right- there!" you squeal as tears prickled your eyes again, "Yeah? like that- fuck" he groaned as he hit your cervix with a hard thrust. The way he thrusted into you felt so good, the mix of hard and fast pleased your body just right- this was everything you had wanted.

With every passing moment you felt your climax start to buildup, the coil in your tummy dancing over the edge.

"Mi-Miguel-" you moan as you shut your eyes, embracing yourself for your climax but before you could cum he pulled away from your pussy. He hissed as he watched your pussy gape open rapidly at the denial.

"Why-" you cry out as you shake your ass for him but instead of giving into you, he smack your ass.

Smack!

"Mhmm-!" you cry out, but you didn't mean it, you just wanted to finish- you just wanted his cum inside of you.

"Or what? Hm? Gonna cry?" he taunted as he lifted you up and turned you on your back, you watched his face display a coy grin as you looked at him

He was gonna be the death of you.

His hand gripped your throat as he inched his face closer to yours, watching you blink rapidly at the pressure he held on you. Moaning softly, you stick your tongue out for him- begging him to suck.

"No" he denied, you whined but it was no use as the grip on your throat only worsened.

"You want something, you ask, okay?" he graced the tips of his fangs against your nipples, loving the way your body flinched in danger of being punctured. He took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking over your perky bud before sucking at it.

"B-Bite me,"

He bit your nipple but not with his fangs, almost like he was testing the waters. Using his free hand he snaked it down to rub at our clit in a slow steady motion, cock throbbing at the moans that escaped your lips.

"Stop- I-I might cum-" you whine as your legs shake against his body, but he didn't care, he tightened the hand on your throat loving the way you gasped and your hips bucked against his hand.

"P-Please-" you pleaded with tears in your eyes, fingers moving into your pussy. Rubbing at your g-spot constantly as you took the pleasure, it was overwhelming but you loved every second of it.

"F-Fuck me!" you begged as a tear trickled down your cheeks, he took advantage of your cry to sink his fangs into your breast- his cock twitching at the sound of your moans. Licking over the small holes rapidly to ease some of the pain he continued sucking at your breast.

Opening your eyes, you watch him pull out his fingers from your pussy and suck them like a lollipop. Leaning up to your face he bit your bottom lip, "Spread your legs" he whispered.

You took a deep breath as his hands left your throat, the fresh air soothing the ache in your lungs.

Grabbing both of your legs by the knees he spread them even more, watching the way your pussy reflected with your arousal.

"Pussy so warm," he muttered as he aligned his cock against your entrance, rubbing the tip against your clit slowly with a breathy moan.

He pushed himself into your warmth as he placed your legs on his hips, bucking up into you he started thrusting into you roughly- savoring the way your pussy gripped onto his length once more.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, trying to pull him closer- almost like you were trapping him inside of you.

"Fuck- yes- " he groaned against your ear as he begin to nip and bite at your neck, his thrust becoming more erratic as he began to feel his climax approaching

"Want to me cum inside you? Hm, make you mine? S-Shock- fill you with m-my cum?" he whispered into your ear, your head shook erratically in agreement- missing the way he used 'shock'.

"Please, Miguel!" you moaned loudly.

"Your pretty pussy belongs to me, eres mia, solo mia" he grunted as he buried his cock deeply into you with a rough thrust and released his cum into your womb. He rubbed your clit quickly making you come against him, clenching around his cock as he filled you up.

He continued biting at your neck as his length remained nuzzled inside of you, keeping your arousals inside of you.

He lifted his face up to look at you, dazed out and blinking rapidly as you memorized the moment he made you his. Something inside of his chest began to flutter but he tried to push it down, knowing nothing good can come out of pursuing something other than physical.

"Get up, let's get you clean" he pulled out of you suddenly, making you wince at the sting of pain. He watched attentively as his cum leaked out of you onto the bed, making a wet messy puddle.

He felt guilty as he watched your face contort into pain. I shouldn't have done that, he thought as he pressed his lips together and his heart fluttered but he only continued to push those feelings down, not wanting to mess with faith.

"I don't think I can get up, 'm sensitive" you hummed the last part as you bat your eyelashes at him, he stood tall with a serious expression despite having just had a warm moment with himself. You almost felt sad at how emotionless he looked, you had just shared an intimate moment and he looked like it was a chore to be around you.

But that's how things were gonna be, if this was only meant to be physical then his emotional state should remain unspoken.

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"You need to get up"

Miguel stood against your doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. If you weren't tired you might've gotten on your knees for him, he truly looked delicious with water running down his body.

"You cleaned me up, I'll be fine" you mutter as you snuggle into your pillows.

"I'll be taking my leave in 30" he walked into your bathroom once more, your chest felt heavy at his words and you were beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, you liked him a little bit more now.

Sure, he didn't owe you anything but there's no way any man would just leave after stuffing a girl with cum and using her bathroom right? But a lot of men did that, and Miguel was about to become one.

"HEY!" you yell out, watching as he rolled back into your room with his suit back on, it really was marvelous he was naked underneath it the whole time.

"Can you help me up into the shower?" you smile softly, hoping his cold demeanor would melt.

With a roll of his eyes he hoisted you up into his arms.

"Want me to turn the water on?" with a nod he sat you down on the sink as he turned on the water.

"I only want to shower-"

"A bath will help your muscles relax" he interrupted, you only nodded silently- he was the boss after all.

"Get in, I'm leaving" after helping you into the shower he turned his back to you and began to walk out.

"Miguel!" you squeal, but he didn't come back this time. Your body began to fill up with anxiety, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you began to think he was gone.

Your lowered yourself into the water as the water as you began to think your world started to become cold and sad.

You were starting to miss him...

"I... I'll be back"

You whipped your head to the door to find him standing there with his mask on.

"Where are you going?" you asked eagerly, this situation almost felt homely... and personal. Like you had known each other for years.

"I'm going to grab some things, I'll be here... for a bit"

Your eyes lit up at his last words, while the eyes on his mask narrowed.

"Can you- Can you bring me back some french fries?" you asked with a small smile, hoping to ease any tension.

Something inside of him warmed up at your smile, unknowingly he smiled under his mask too. With a small nod he left, and went off into your world.

You stayed under the warm water for a bit to relish in the feeling.

He wasn't leaving after all, and it gave you hope.

Hope?

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Hey, this is really the first story of mine on this account. I used to have another but lost all of my log in stuff for it. 🫠

But now I wrote again after forever and this is what came out of my brain because this needed to be an itch scratched for me. And you know what they say if you want to read it, write it yourself. So enjoy this little thing I wiped up over night.

Also I don't know Spanish unfortunately and didn't have this proofed read but I tried my best with writing this. If you have any suggestions on what I could do better, please let me know. 😄

And gif is not mine.

18+ talk about rut, mild choking, hair pulling, and fucking in front of computers

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“Hey (Y/N)!”

I jump as Lyla popped in front of my face before laughing her ass off and staying by my shoulder. I hold my hand to my chest before turning to her.

“Lyla, you got to stop doing that.”

She shrugs with a smirk before talking again.

“Can’t help it. It’s just so fun to scare you when you have no spidey sense like someone else I know.”

I hum as I continue walking through the headquarters and wave at a few spider people who say hello in greeting.

“Speaking of someone else I know,” Lyle zips in front of her face again, “Miguel wants to see you.”

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, “what does he want this time?”

She shrugs her shoulders before waving a hand, “see ya around and good luck. He’s in a mood today.”

I roll my eyes before swinging up toward the floor of Miguel’s office.

Cave? I don’t know I don’t know what to call it.

I walk into the office and call out.

“Miguel? Lyla said you wanted to see me.”

I wait as his platform lowers and see him typing away at his computers. His back is turned to me so I can admire the way his suit is hugged against him.

Damn, if he wasn’t my boss I would totally tap that ass.

I snicker to myself before Miguel finally turns to me. He raises an eyebrow at my snicker and grunts.

“What are you laughing at?”

I shake my head as I take a step swing up onto the platform. I casually sit on his chair, that he never uses, swinging my legs over an arm and leaning my back against the other. I place my hand on the desk to slowly turn it where my head is now facing him as he watches me out of the corner of his eye.

“Nothing boss man, just had a thought for me and me alone.”

He turns his head at me and lets out a humorous huff, “you had a thought? That’s amazing, I didn’t think you could ever do that.”

I let out a dramatic gasp as I throw my hand over my forehead, like a dramatic mother in those soap operas or something.

“Oh Miguel, you wound me with your words.”

He shakes his head and turns back to work on whatever it is he was doing. We sit in silence for awhile before I speak up again.

“So,” I drawl out, “what did you need me for?”

Miguel stops typing for a second before pressing a few more keys and closing out whatever he was working on. He turns to me and looks down before taking a step back. I realize how close he was standing and sit up. I lean back into the chair before clearing my throat and looking back up at him. I tilt my head and try to catch Miguel’s gaze as he’s looking away from me, covering his mouth.

Is that a blush I see on his face? There is no way that it’s there.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning back to me and placing his hands on his hips.

“You’ll need to take a week off. Just go back to your dimension and come back after the week is up.”

I gape up at him for a second before standing up and and taking a step toward him.

“What do you mean I need to take a week off? Is there something I did wrong? If I did can you at least tell me what I did so I can never do it again. If I didn’t you better give me an explanation and not just dismiss me. I deserve more than just your little ‘leave and then come back’.”

I felt heat rise up and my cheeks start to burn. He grits his teeth and takes a step closer, getting into my face.

“Joder, no te debo una explicación. I am your superior and if I say you leave, then you leave and follow my instructions.”

I narrow my eyes at him and grit my teeth. “No.”

He blinks in surprise and narrows his eyes, “no?”

I raise and eyebrow and cross my arms, “no. If you won’t give me an explanation than I won’t go. Im not your little bitch to order around.”

He blows air through his nose and closes his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose before speaking.

“Fóllame, you’re going to be ovulating.”

I blink and widen my eyes, taking a step back and scoff, “how the fuck do you know that? You fucking tracking everyone’s cycles now too?”

He continues, “I’m tracking yours because ever since you showed up here I’ve noticed.”

He then looks at me with darken eyes. “You’re ovulating at the same time I go into a rut.”

I blink, processing what he just said.

Oh my god.

“Oh my god,” I hiss out, “you go horny when I’m ovulating?”

He jerks his head back, “mierda, I never said-“

“Yes you did, you just implied it.” I say with a laugh. “You go into rut when I’m ovulating. You go horny and my body is ready to make babies.”

I narrow my eyes at him when he looks away, “am I the only one you have this trouble with?”

He closes his eyes, his hands grip into a fist at his sides.

“Yes,” he grits out. His eyes go back to glare into mine. “I want to fucking ravage you whenever your scent hits me. Tu cuerpo,” he takes a step towards me.

I take a step back.

“Me esta llamando and I have to try so hard to restrain myself.”

I feel my back hit the desk behind me and shudder as his gaze darkens. He puts out his hands to place on his desk, effectively trapping me in. I feel a rumble in his chest and look up into his hooded eyes as he watches me.

“So I need you to leave so I don’t finally tell myself that I need to just fuck your pussy wherever I find you in this building. Because I will find you,” he leans down and I shudder as his breath hits my ear. “Y te joderé cuando te tenga.”

I moan aloud at that, slightly bucking my hips toward him. He growls and leans his head on my shoulder to take in a deep breath.

“Fuck I can smell you right now.” He pants out. “Puedo oler lo dulce que eres. How wet are you getting by me just talking to you?”

I whine, “Miguel please. I’ll just go now-“

“Oh no cariño,” he purrs as his right hand grabs my hip. “It’s too late for that. You told me no. That, what was it? ‘I’m not your little bitch to order around’, hmm? Well then I’m not going to tell you to go home.”

I can’t help but to grab at his arm as his hand moves down my leg, gripping my thigh in his hand and pulling it up around his waist. I gasp as he ruts against me feeling his hard cock through his suit.

“Do you feel,” he hisses through his teeth “what you do to me? This is just from smelling you now. Imagine what happens when you’re ovulating.”

He moves his hips against me and I throw my head back at the feeling. I can’t help but to slightly move my hips along with him, panting at the feeling.

“You should have told me Miguel. I would have happily taken care of you if you did.”

I smile as I hear his breath hitch. He growls again and I cry out at the sudden pain of him biting at my shoulder. He pulls away to look into my eyes before glancing to my left and pressing a button on his desk. I grab onto him as the platform jolts to life and lifts back up where he originally was when I first walked in.

He grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss. I moan into him and reach my hands up to grab his hair. I tangle my fingers into it as he licks at my lips, letting his tongue graze mine before I yank back. His head follows the action and he lets out a hiss at the pain. He grabs my hair with one hand, yanking it and wrapping his other hand around my throat.

“You’re playing a dangerous game niña.”

I smile at him as I buck my hips against him. He groans and tightens his hand.

“I like playing dangerous Miguel.”

He growls and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. He breaks it for a second to ask, “you have another suit, yes?”

I nod. He smiles at me showing those sharp canines of his.

“Then,” he hums into my mouth, “you don’t mind if I?”

I gasp as one of his talons tear the front of my suit open. I shiver as my nipples harden at the cold air and fell Miguel pushing my body back onto his desk. Miguel leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth with a moan.

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” He takes my other breast into his hand and starts to squeeze. I shake my head with a gasp and watch as he licks and bites.

Fuck this is turning me on so much.

“Miguel,” I moan as his eyes catch mine. He smirks at me as he stands and rakes his gaze down my body. He stops when he finally gets to my pussy and drops his mouth open.

“Ahí está ella. The little pussy that needs to be fucked by me, huh?”

He gently pets it before pulling my lips apart. He groans as his fingers run up and down the opening, letting his middle finger lightly rub against my clit. I moan and drop my head as he continues to rub my clit. He leans down to kiss my stomach before I feel him pushing a finger inside.

“Miguel, fuck,” I gasp and run a hand into my hair. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone else but me doing this. The way his finger feels so good inside of me.

And it’s just one. I gasp out a breath. God I can’t imagine what his cock will be like.

He smiles as he kneels down. Slowly moving in and out before leaning closer.

“You must taste just as sweet as you smell. Necesito probarte mi corazón.” He kissed up my thigh and bite down. As I cried out he leaned forward a placed a long lick up my pussy, circling my clit while moaning.

“Tenía razón,” he purred into my pussy, “you taste divine.”

I used an elbow to keep myself up to watch as Miguel started to eat me out. I closed my legs around his head as he sucked my clit before mumbling out an apology. He growled as he opened his eyes and pulled back, “you have nothing to apologize for. I’m making you feel good so if you need to squeeze me then do it.”

He growled as he dove back in and I tangled a hand into his hair. I pulled on it and squeezed my legs again as he growled and placed his hand on the outside of my thigh. Giving it a squeeze he inserts a finger back into me.

“Miguel fuck that feels so good,” I moan and start to move my hips against his face. He moans and inserts another finger into me.

I can’t help but to sit up a little more. Miguel letting me take my pleasure like this was so fucking intoxicating. My legs started to shake as the band inside of me started to tighten.

“Oh fuck. Oh yes, I’m going come Miguel. Please let me come please.”

Miguel hums but stops moving. I cry and try to move my hips against him but he shoves my leg off his shoulder before standing up. He pulls me up into him with a growl and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue and moan as I feel him rub against my pussy. He takes a step back and grabs the chair I was sitting in earlier to sit down.

“I want to feel you coming around me for our first time.”

I slid off the desk with shaky legs and stop as his digital suit disappears. I gap at his naked body before feeling my mouth water at his cock.

I was so right, I couldn’t imagine it.

“You’re big,” I gasp as I take a step to him.

He chuckles and grabs my hips and turns me to face away from him.

“I know,” he coos, “y lo vas a tomar como una buena niña, aren’t you?”

I nod and let him man handle me. I gasp as I feel his cock rub against my entrance, feeling the head bump against my clit. He my hip in one hand and guides his cock into me. I gasp and grab at the arm rest, digging my nails into it.

“F-fuck Miguel,” I hear him grunt before placing his other hand on my hip and guiding me down his cock. I pant and lean forward a little to watch as he enters into me. Finally I’m able to stop and catch a breath as he stops moving me down.

“Mierda,” I hear him grunt from behind. As I go to ask if it’s in all the way, he slams me down to take the rest of him.

“Ah!” I yell and arch my back at the intrusion. He moans and pulls my hair to get me to lay against him. I try to catch my breath as he runs a hand up my body, taking my face to turn it towards him.

“Muy buena mi amor,” he purrs and kisses me. I sigh and relax into him as he shifts his hips. He allows me to slowly start moving to get use to the feel of him.

“Fuck I can feel how deep you are,” I gasp and moan.

He hums and strokes a hand up my thigh. I get a little bolder and sit up to place my hands back on the arm rest. I lift myself up before dropping back down. We both gasp at the feeling and he places both his hands on my hips to help me ride him.

“Just like that el querida, joder así. I can feel you dripping down on me.” He shifts again. “Do you think we’ll stain the chair with the both of us?”

I nod with my mouth hanging open. Fuck this feels too good. He’s ruining me. I don’t think I’ll take anyone else again.

“Fucking ruined me,” I slur as I start a steady pace. He chuckled as he sat up more and kissed at my shoulder. I open my eyes to see a screen in front of me displaying a spider person in the night in their dimension. As I notice that, I can see my face in the screen as another screen is bright and can reflect my expression.

Jesus, I look like a wreck.

My pussy squeezes tighter around Miguel as I see his eyebrows scrunch together at the feeling. His eyes flutter open and catches my eyes in the reflection. I watch as he grins and slams a hand on the desk. It makes every screen but maybe two go black so I can see almost every angle of us.

“Fuck me,” I whine at the sight.

“I already am chiquita.” He hums and wraps his arms around my middle. He wraps a hand around my throat and the other hand goes to my clit. My head falls back at the feeling but Miguel growls.

“You better fucking lift that head.” He pants into my ear. “Quiero que mires mientras me follo este coño”

I can’t help but to start crying and try to keep my eyes open as he starts hitting my g-spot. He grabs my jaw and pulls my head down to face our reflection. My mascara was running down my face with a flush running up from my chest to my cheeks.

“Mírate mi niña bonita,” he purrs and licks up neck, “I’m going to make sure that you can’t fuck anyone else without thinking that I can do it better.”

He huffs as I feel my legs start to shake. I reach my hand back to grab at his hair, trying so hard to keep watching.

“Voy a reclamar este maldito coño.” Miguel growls as I clench around him again. “I’m taking you home with me and we’re not leaving my bed for a fucking weeks.”

“Miguel!” I scream out as I start to hit my climax. “I’m going to come. Please oh god please let me come!”

He clenches his teeth and stares into our reflection, catching my eyes again.

“Come (Y/N).”

I throw my head back as I finally get to come, feeling everything tighten up as I let out a scream of Miguel’s name. I dig my hands into his hair and can’t help myself as I pull his hair. He lets out a hiss as his head tilts back and keeps fucking up into me while playing with my clit. My legs keep shaking as he fucks up into me, and I can’t stop letting out tears as he keeps abusing my pussy.

“I’m going to fucking come. Where do you want it?”

I cry and turn my head to pull him into a kiss, “inside please.”

He groans and lets me kiss him as he thrust up. Once. Twice and he pulls away to bite my shoulder. I feel him buck wildly up into me as I feel his come dripping out of my pussy. It starts to slid down my thighs and into his lap.

Fuck that is so much. I pant as he slows our pace down to finally stop moving. The place is quiet except for us panting and catching our breaths. He sits back enough to slip out of me and I hiss as more come leaks out.

“Oh my god,” I sigh as he nods against me.

I turn my head to face him as he faces me as well.

“Are you ok?” He brushes my hair back and I nod my head.

“Yeah,” I stretch my legs a little to feel tingles. “I’m great actually. Never been so fucked out before.”

He hums, “I didn’t do a very good job if you’re still talking (Y/N).”

I whine and close my eyes.

“That voice of yours is sinful Miguel.”

He chuckles but tenses up suddenly. I hear him take a deep breathe before growling.

“We’re going to my place.”

I go to sit up but Miguel stops me, leaning forward and pressing a few keys on the keyboard.

“What? Why?”

“Your scent changed mi amor. You’re starting to ovulate, I got the fucking timing wrong.”

I gap at him but he stands and lets me stand on my own feet. That lasted for about two seconds when my legs gave out. Miguel catches me and lifts me up bridal style, holding me close.

His suit shows back onto him and he jumps down the platform, a portal opening and he lands into a bedroom. I get a quick look before I’m tossed onto the bed. As I sit up to yell at Miguel, I stop as the portal closes and his suit disappears again. His eyes were hungry and he climbs slowly up the bed. I lay down as he comes up and kisses me.

“Nosotras vamos a tener una semana larga, querida.”

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Walk The Line

No.3

Carmen Berzatto x reader

A/n: is really a chapter to establish readers relationships:] it was fun. I wanted to try to capture the chaos of The Bear. Keyword being tried.

No.1 No.2

6 am

"Holy shit guys I'm sorry I'm so late, carm.." you say running to the kitchen and stuffing your things into the as you kept your eyes on him

"It's fine chef let's just get to work" he says pacing around putting things into the oven and the others are cutting up things as you put on your uniform

"Chef" a voice comes up next to you as you put on your apron "yea Sydney what's up?" You say fixing your hair and walking to your station "I need to work with Tina with cutting up the onion and preparing a stock afterwards"

"Uh..I'm pretty sure I'm not good with-"

"Here's a recipe" she says quickly ganging you a paper

"I-okay there we have it" you say looking at the paper.

"Okay, then I'll get to the onions and get to the stock, uhm after?" You ask stuffing the paper into your pocket, and she looks through his notes

"Just wait, get those done and I'll tell you. Thank you chef." She says quickly before running away as you get to cutting

"Sure chef." You say watching starting to cut the onions

"Fuck,I forgot these make me cry like bitch"

"Behind, behind" carmy says running behind you and Tina as you two turn back to look at him

"Jeff, you good?" Tina ask looking at him as he rushes to his office

"Yea!yea. I'm good just got something to do." He says rushing out

"He's been doing that alot" you say turning gaze back to the onions

"Yup, Jeff's busy." She says fixated on her own task.

"He's off doing uh..catering?" Sydney says butting in the combo

"No shit..for what? No wait I heard it was for a kids party. God help them kids are the fucking worst. Sometimes." You say shaking your head with a smile as Tina chuckles

"Wait, did he take Ritchie with him?" You ask, looking at Sydney as Marcus nodded behind her.

You sigh "if anything says kid-friendly it's definitely ritchie." You sigh out

"Fucking ritchie.." you say again as you imagine Ritchie cussing up a storm in a party.

As Tina begins to laugh besides you, you let out a soft laugh that begins to gradually build up.

3 pm

"It's really not funny. yo-if carmy finds this he's gonna freak the fuck out." You say pacing around the broken arcade machine that keeps replaying the theme song .

"Can somebody please call fak?" You ask, pulling out your phone and calling

"Whyd you ask if you were gonna do it?" Ritchie asked coming near you eating sandwich

"I don't- just because" you say looking away shaking your head

"Don't turn it off." You say pointing a finger at Ritchie

"Why?"

"Tina said not to, I forgot why." You say waiting with the phone at your ear.at the corner of your eye you can see him beginning to inch closer to the plug

"Ritchie-ritchie don't you fucking dare." You say looking him in eye as he stops

"Alright- damn just wanna help that's all"

"Yes I know! It's just if you fuck it up carmy will be on your ass. And mine too if he feels like it"

"Hello?" A voice at the end of the line

"Fak!Thank god you busy? We need help with the"

"What?No- this is carm," the voice says at the end of the, obviously confused. Your eyes widen as you look at the caller ID

'Shit' you mouth

"Oh-uhm, wrong person bye"

"Wait wh-"

You hand up as you look at Ritchie "we need to get this fixed before carmy comes back, call fak please!" You huff out, beginning to walk away sighing as Ritchie takes out his phone and begins to call fak. " also don't tell carm, have done it before he comes back" you say again before running back into the Kitchen.

"yea, yea…" ritchie says waiting for fack to pick up the phone.

9 pm

Only silence fills the air and the sound of cars coming by could be heard every now and then.

"fucking Choas of a day huh? " . / You ask in a soft tone as she looks at you and nods

"yeah" She responds, turning her gaze to the sky.

. " But … aren't you, Used to this type of Stuff?" you ask as you hold your Phone on your other hand -

I and you look at her awaiting an answer.

"Uh yeah.I am." She sighs. Her hand lands on her thigh as She seems to be in her thoughts. "sometimes it's just to..."

"Much?" you add finishing her sentence, as she nods.

"yea."

" I'm not even a pro, but I feel you." You mumble softly, leaning back, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace and quiet even if it's just a few minutes.

" Damn you're getting really good at that." You gasped out wide-eyed, walking over to Marcus's table to look at him mixing some batter.

"Thanks," he says, looking up from some paper

"Is it because i don't help you anymore Or… " you say with a smile as he smiles as well

"No, no, no" he begins to say, laughing

"Just messing with you" you say "but seriously these two cakes you made before were delicious."

" Thanks, good to know, I'm slowly getting this recipe perfect then," he says, writing off in his notebook. You only stare. Before deciding to leave him be for a while.

1 am

"Fuck me my feet hurt." you breathe out as every wrapped up in the evening, a s your hands move the mop back anal fourth. .

"is that…" Marcus started as he mixed the dry ingredients " yea it's his job but he quote I had an "emergency" you explain sighing as you mop " Why are you here so damn late? "you asked, keeping your gaze on the floor, and Marcus only signed "perfecting these recipes chef" he said, scratching his beanie as you walked next to him to see the batch of pastries he had laid out.

"Wait, are those doughnuts?? Can i -" you gasped out, looking at the goodies in front of you

"Yes, but when there done. " he said, chuckling as you drooled over the doughnuts

"fuck yea" you cheered under breath as you continued mopping.

A few hours later you were able to finally try those doughnuts,

"Dude - these are fucking- " mouth full, you were unable to finish the se fence, seeing that the man was deep asleep. You covered your mouth, picking up a sticky note and leaving it on his beanie saying, " 5 Star"

With a little star next to the five. Putting away the remaining dishes or things that were misplaced by him.

"You're still here?" a voice from behind as you flinched

"Oh shit, carmy " you say, turning around to carry, setting down a bucket and a brush in hand. "forgot you don't go home " you chuckled Setting down the mop

" yea no- finishing up here for now," he says in a hushed tone, looking at Marcus, Your gaze follows his " he's dedicated to his craft, getting really good at it too." You whisper as you turn away, gesturing for him to let you help him. and he gave you the bucket beginning to scrub the floors.

"That's good, really good. He replies before doing the same.

"So, how have you been?" You say after a while of scrubbing as he turns to look at you.

" i 've uh been good, been running this restaurant for a bit, and Uhm, it's been chaotic as hell. '' Carmy replies with a small smile as you nod with a small laugh.

"That's good, i suppose," you reply with a smile, " and...?" you ask, shaking your head and looking at him with a questioning gaze.

"And that's it," he replies, shaking heal keeping his gaze on the floor.

" So like… nothing personal? no girlfriend?" " you ask trailing off and keep scrubbing as he stops for a minute to look at you.

"Okay, Okay i get it" You add lifting up your hand. "But tell me something im so fucking bored, and it so quiet in here." you say softly sitting on your knees as you let out a huff gazing into the empty kitchen.

"How did you Uh, Start working here?" Carmy asked, looking at the floor glancing at you every now and then to see your answer.

you grabbed the brush and began to scrub again,

" Think you know the answer to that, " you answered before stopping for a brief moment.

"But if we're being specific, I had uhm moved out of my parents' place after a large fight. long story. but yeah, I moved here to start anew. away from the bullshit my dad did, "you explained and noticed Carmy's eyes on you.

"he was well - is an alcoholic,I don't know, haven't spoken to them. " You say bluntly."Don't worry about it. I'm way past it. " You add you as he slowly returns to scrubbing quietly.

"im sorry, i don't, know why i just unloaded all of that onto you like a fucking idiot " you blurt out feeling a warm feeling in your chest. as you internally recoil

" It's all good" He softly says laying down.

"Yea....'" you mumble and it went quiet once again, the only sound filling the air was your scrubbing the floors.

"This is weird, but you're the first person I've told that to. " You say out of the blue, " i didn't have friends, so " you say, shrugging.

"Same. " he replies, "was a loner for most of school " he says sitting up.

"Yea, mikey told me'' you admitted "but then he would list all your achievements." Upon hearing this his gaze didn't leave Your face

"What?"

"It just… he never mentioned you." Carmy admitted and you stopped brushing for a moment.

"Really? " . you breathed out , leaning on the floor with your palm and your.. gave turning to him in thought "Huh"

The two of you Stared at each other before you turned away.

"That's fucking weird" you murmured as he mumbles a 'yea' before sitting down on the floor and sitting silently.

Minutes went by as you two didn't speak.

"I guess he had his reasons," you said softly. and nodded his gaze on the floor.

Carmy only let out a sigh

"Yea,"

Biting your lip, you look at carmy, "he was good, y'know?" You whisper to him, carmys hand stopped moving as he turned his gaze to you. "I don't know anything about your relationship, so I don't wanna assume anything..." eyes looking at the suds that gathered between the cracks of the tiles,

"He was proud of you, that I do know." You add meeting his gaze and looking away to begin scrubbing again.

"Yea...I uh..thanks. thank you." He softly says, holding his brush still. As his eyes stayed on your form, having a dazed looked on his face

Turning to him, you nodded and smiled.

"Yeah.."

Afternotes: don't worry if you feel like this is moving slow, I'm already planning to get things moving a bit quicker soon:>

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Visit Him (Part 8)

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You wake up next to Rhea who's already sitting in bed on her phone, scrolling through Instagram. You sit up too and stretch yourself.

"Good morning" she smiles. "Morning" you reply and yawn. You can't remember the last time you slept so peacefully.

"ugh" you groan and fall back into the pillows. "what's wrong?" Rhea giggles. "It's just that I don't have anymore clothes with me and the rest is still at my ex-boyfriend's"

"you can wear some of mine for today and later we could go visit him to get all your stuff back" she suggests.

You look at her, shocked at what she just said. "Are you insane?! I can't go back there!" "I'd come with you and teach him a lesson" Demi shrugs.

You sigh, "Rhea, I-I can't do that. Then he'll know where I am and.. and he's gonna come and get me when I'm alone and-"

You are cut of by rhea gently placing a finger over your mouth. She then cups your cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

"It's okay darling, no one's gonna hurt you anymore. I promise." you give her a sad smile. "ok fine.. but can you ask the boys to come with us? I feel safer with them."

"sure" she smiles. You never thought that you'd feel safe in the presence of any other men ever again.

It's her. You think. She's the reason. She makes everything better.

Demi called the boys and they agreed to help you. About an hour later the doorbell rings and you let them in.

"Sooo, what's the plan?" Dom asks as you're all settled in the living room. You look at Rhea for help. She gives you a questioning look and you nod. She doesn't need to say anything for you to know what she means.

She let's them know everything that happened, from the beginning of the abuse to her finding and rescuing you by coincidence.

After she finished it's silent for a few seconds. Damian is the first to speak, his hands are balled into fists and he seems very tense in general.

"He's not coming out there alive" he growls, a furious look in his eyes. It scares you a bit because it reminds you of your ex, but it also makes you happy, seeing how much they care for you.

"I'm in!" Dominic and Finn say simultaneously. "We'll take my car" Damian says and stands up. "Don't worry y/n, I'm not going to let him even look in your direction ever again!"

You smile. Damian seems so tough and almost dangerous at first sight, but he's actually one of the sweetest and most caring persons you met.

You all get into the car, Damian and Finn in the front and you in the back between Rhea and Dom. Rhea has her hand on your thigh in order to calm you down.

She's not flirting, she's just trying to calm you down! You think. You feel yourself get a little wet. "Fuck" you curse quietly. "Whats wrong?" Demi asks.

"Can you take your hand off my thigh please?" you whisper and she removes it. "Can I ask why?" "later"

You arrive at his house and get out of the car. "Do you want to knock or should I just kick in the door right away?" Damian asks.

You chuckle at how furious he is. "Hey calm down man" Finn says "I'm gonna ring" Dom shrugs and presses the doorbell.

It's opened by a fairly tall and muscular man. "Aw, did you finally decide it's better to come back or did your new friends convince you?" he mocks.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that" Damian yells and is about to lunge at him but Finn and Dom manage to hold him back.

"We're just here to get her remaining stuff" Rhea says, trying to stay calm. "ha" your ex scoffs "and she couldn't have done that alone? Are you that much of a pussy?"

Rhea steps forward making him actually take a step back. "Eyo I don't want to fight here, I'm a peaceful person and whatever y/n told you it not true, she just likes the attention she gets with it" he says and raises his arms as a sign of defeat.

"Come on y/n" Rhea pulls you inside and helps you get all your stuff. Once you finished storing everything in the car you take a last look back.

"Come on guys, I don't wanna be here any longer" you say. As Damian doesn't move you walk up to him an put a hand on his arm. He immediately relaxes and follows you back to the car.

As you're driving Dom carefully asks "I might be wrong but he didn't seem the way you described him" "He never showes his true face in public" you simply reply. The rest of the car ride went pretty silent.

Once you are back inside Rhea's apartment you collapse onto the ground crying. "Woah hey" Damian kneels down next to you. "What's wrong?" Demi asks and pulls you into a hug. Damian rests his hand on your back gently stroking it.

"Nothing I'm just so relieved" you smile through the tears. Rhea laughs and hugs you even tighter. Damian embracing the two of you and Dominic and Finn joining in for a group hug.

"Thank you guys. For everything!"

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teenagedirt · 1 year

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Her

Colby brock x reader

Warnings:cheating,lying, argument/yelling. DARK ENDING! reference to murder.

Note: I made up a chacter for the other girl, because I feel its weird to write colby cheating with girls he has explicitly said are just friends, also the same reason I don't write ship fanfic, only x reader.

Your pov

I walk straight into the door of mine and colby's shared apartments, fans had dmed me pictures of colby with my bestfriend, Miley, it wasn't just a normal picture, they were kissing. Silent tears run down my face as I slowly creep up the stairs towards our bedroom, I crack the door open to look inside. There she is, and there he is, now reality is really setting in, I hoped that maybe the pictures were edited, but no, he's making out with her all right. Fuck, there goes our relationship. I open the door the rest of the way, "so, I see you guys decided to get along, maybe in the wrong way, but you get along" I say, trying to stay calm, my voice cracks at the end of my statement.

Colby pulls his face away from here's to look at me. Miley stares at me in shock, I shake my head and walk in and begin to gather my things, hoping I wouldn't have to make a scene. "Y/N WAIT" colby shouts, okay I'm making a scene.

"WHAT!? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT AFTER MOST LIKELY FUCKING NY BESTFREIND!?" I yell Back, glaring at miley. Colby looks down,ashamed.

"I'm sorry y/n I really am, but he just looked so good that night" miley says, he sly smirk displayed on her face. My face twists into realization.

"The night I invited you over to Sam's for pizza night? YOU FUCKED MY BOYFRIEND!?" I yell, confused,heartbroken, and pissed.

"Yeah, he was pretty good too" miley says, a small smile still stuck in her face. Tears bubble in my eyes, I'm not sure out of the feeling of betrayal, or anger.

"Out, get out" miley didn't move a muscle, "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT YOU WHORE!" I scream pointing to the door. She scoffs and leaves, colby stakes a few steps torwards me with his arms open, about to hug me. "Don't, fucking don't, you dont get to act like nothing happened, oh and you can thank your fans for letting me know." I star to cry harder as I throw my stuff into a duffle bag. "How long? How many times, how many times have you ditched me or sam, or kat for her?" I ask, honestly not wanting to fight, just wanting answers. He opens his mouth to answers but stays silent.

"Do you still love me?" He asks, a singular tear falling down his face. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Of course I still love you, how could I not, we've been together since highschool, but trusting you is a different matter, you know how long it takes me to trust somebody, and I trusted the both of you." I say, my voice wavers.

He nods and walks out. That was the last time I ever saw colby. I miss him dearly, it's not my fault, people say his blood is on my hands, it was, it sure was, but blood doesn't stain skin. If only they would find miley too, I'm sure they'd be surprised to see where I hid her.

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What did you guys think? I think this is the darkest thing I've ever written. Requests are open!

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celiciaa · 9 months

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

Together with the prince.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: contains topics about human trafficking, violence and blood.

MINORS DNI.

When Emma laughed as if the land of the military and ore blossomed. And the impact was so great that the world became peaceful.

(The little rabbit as a child has too much killing power. How dangerous.)

Emma: Gil?

As I was writhing/cringing with my mouth clamped shut, Emma looked up at me with a puzzled look on her face.

Gilbert: Oh, sorry. Let me know if you get tired, okay? I'll hold you anytime.

Emma: Okay!

Emma nodded her head vigorously and started walking down the main street with great enthusiasm.

As soon as we matched our strides and walked together, Emma stopped.

Emma: Gil, what is that?

Gilbert: Ah, that’s a sun catcher. It's a decoration that gathers the sun to brighten the surroundings.

Emma: The sun!? Amazing!

Emma: Then, what about this one?

Gilbert: A lamp cover. In my country, many of them are made of precious stones.

Emma: So shiny and pretty….

Gilbert: Do you like shiny stuff?

(The mere mention of the word "jewelry" always makes the adult Emma grow shy.)

Emma: Yes, I like it because it's beautiful!

(It's not that I'm not interested in jewelry.)

The main industry of Obsidian is ore.

Since I will be gifting many jewels to Emma in the future, I am relieved to know her true feelings.

Emma: But you know what shines the most?

Gilbert: Huh, it's not a gem?

Emma: No, it's not!

Gilbert: Then I don't know.

Emma: Gil’s eye.

Gilbert: Eh.

Emma: Gil's red eye are the most sparkling and beautiful.

(….I wonder if this girl is a people pleaser.)

I find it ironic that red eye reflecting only the filthy world can't possibly look shiny.

However, I felt it was wrong to reject the innocent words of the little rabbit,

I smiled bitterly and stroked her soft hair.

Gilbert: Hehe, I'm so embarrassed.

Emma: ….

Gilbert: So you love your brother more than jewelry?

Emma: Yes, I like him!

At the time when my cheeks were unbearably relaxed….

(…Hm, a murderous intent?)

I glanced at the disturbing signs so that the little rabbit wouldn't notice.

It was something wafting from the dark alleyways.

(I mean, the ore festivals are often accompanied by black marketers, or something like that.)

Even though it was murderous intent, it was nothing short of amateurish.

Although I have no intention of condoning smuggling openly in the central area where the national military patrols,

On the other hand, it is a case outside my jurisdiction, and I have no intention of getting involved in it,

If the royal family were involved, not only the criminals but also the military personnel who had a lapse in their patrols would be subject to punishment.

(Now that I have the little rabbit, I need to get away from this place——)

Emma: Ah!

In the moment when I let my guard down, the little rabbit's hand left mine and ran towards the back alley.

(….Oh dear.)

I hurried after her, and in the darkness of the alleyway, I found someone grabbing a bleeding man by the chest,

There was a strong man about to strike at any moment.

(Smugglers fighting with each other.)

Emma: No, No! Bullying is…wrong!

Tough man: Ha? What’s this, a kid?

(Yeah, I'll kill this man later.)

A man with blood on his hands glares at the little Emma.

The girl who is afraid of even Walter’s loud voice must definitely be terrified.

Still, the little rabbit remained unwavering, staring at the bloody man.

She was clutching the edge of her black dress tightly in her small hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

The way she refused to back down, somehow reminded me of her adult self.

(If I had been doing this as a child, my family probably wouldn't have cared.)

Tough man: Stop staring!

The man swung his fist at Emma mercilessly.

Gilbert: Come, little rabbit.

Before he could reach her, I picked up the motionless little rabbit and hid her with my hand to keep the filth out of sight.

The little rabbit trembling in my arms erased any sense of generosity that I had tried to overlook earlier.

Gilbert: What are you guys doing here?

Tough man: Hah, I'm sure this has nothing to do with you, but get out of here, you fool!

Gilbert: Ahaha, did you say that to me? That's funny.

Timid man: Idiot! What are you doing? Run away!

The smuggler seemed to have friends, and the timid-looking man who had been hiding in the shadows raised his voice in fear.

Tough man: Ha? Why? Just because he had a kid, I don't hold back——

Timid man: No, look closely! He has black hair and one-eyed! And it’s red!

Tough man: ….No way….

Gilbert: What? It's creepy when you stare at me like that.

Gilbert: Can I gouge your eyes out?

With a loud bang, he clunked the ground once with his cane, and the men quickly lost their strength and turned tail and ran away.

(The fact that he thinks he can pick a fight with the royal family(me) and get away with it is so incompetent that it makes me laugh.)

(Well, that's not important right now….)

Gilbert: Little rabbit, that’s no good.

Gilbert: Don't get involved with these dangerous men.

Emma: But that old man was in pain.

Emma, with teary eyes, pointed to a man with painful marks from a fight.

Although the injury was minor, it may have looked like a serious wound to the little rabbit.

(I don't want to deny your kind heart.)

(But I'm a villain and I don't care about anyone but you.)

Gilbert: You might end up getting hurt too, you know?

Emma: ….

Gilbert: When that happens, call for "help" to the adults around you.

Gilbert: Don't jump in by yourself.

Emma: ….

Gilbert: Little bunny. You'll have to promise to your big brother, understood…?

When I lowered her to the ground and looked into her face, Emma nodded while wiping her tears with her hand.

(….Emma, that man is not the kind of person you need to try and help.)

The words rose to my throat, but I somehow managed to swallow them.

As the wounded man also left in a frightened manner without a word of thanks.

It is not uncommon in Obsidian for traffickers to get into fights with each other over customers, resulting in death or injury.

But the little rabbit probably has nothing to do with such backstory.

(You're a troublesome child, really.)

(You are a child, you should only think about yourself.)

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. Why did you try to help someone who was in pain?

Emma: …?

Gilbert: After all, you won't get in trouble if you ignore them, right?

Emma: Um…

Emma: ….Well….

Emma: I want my big brother to love me!

(Heh.....that’s new to me.)

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