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NYT's Notable Books of 2023

Each year, we pore over thousands of new books, seeking out the best novels, memoirs, biographies, poetry collections, stories and more. Here are the standouts, selected by the staff of The New York Times Book Review.

AFTER SAPPHO by Selby Wynn Schwartz

Inspired by Sappho’s work, Schwartz’s debut novel offers an alternate history of creativity at the turn of the 20th century, one that centers queer women artists, writers and intellectuals who refused to accept society’s boundaries.

ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by S.A. Cosby

In his earlier thrillers, Cosby worked the outlaw side of the crime genre. In his new one — about a Black sheriff in a rural Southern town, searching for a serial killer who tortures Black children — he’s written a crackling good police procedural.

THE BEE STING by Paul Murray

In Murray’s boisterous tragicomic novel, a once wealthy Irish family struggles with both the aftermath of the 2008 financial crash and their own inner demons.

BIOGRAPHY OF X by Catherine Lacey

Lacey rewrites 20th-century U.S. history through the audacious fictional life story of X, a polarizing female performance artist who made her way from the South to New York City’s downtown art scene.

BIRNAM WOOD by Eleanor Catton

In this action-packed novel from a Booker Prize winner, a collective of activist gardeners crosses paths with a billionaire doomsday prepper on land they each want for different purposes.

BLACKOUTS by Justin Torres

This lyrical, genre-defying novel — winner of the 2023 National Book Award — explores what it means to be erased and how to persist after being wiped away.

BRIGHT YOUNG WOMEN by Jessica Knoll

In her third and most assured novel, Knoll shifts readers’ attention away from a notorious serial killer, Ted Bundy, and onto the lives — and deaths — of the women he killed. Perhaps for the first time in fiction, Knoll pooh-poohs Bundy's much ballyhooed intelligence, celebrating the promise and perspicacity of his victims instead.

CHAIN-GANG ALL-STARS by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

This satire — in which prison inmates duel on TV for a chance at freedom — makes readers complicit with the bloodthirsty fans sitting ringside. The fight scenes are so well written they demonstrate how easy it might be to accept a world this sick.

THE COVENANT OF WATER by Abraham Verghese

Verghese’s first novel since “Cutting for Stone” follows generations of a family across 77 years in southwestern India as they contend with political strife and other troubles — capped by a shocking discovery made by the matriarch’s granddaughter, a doctor.

CROOK MANIFESTO by Colson Whitehead

Returning to the world of his novel “Harlem Shuffle,” Whitehead again uses a crime story to illuminate a singular neighborhood at a tipping point — here, Harlem in the 1970s.

THE DELUGE by Stephen Markley

Markley’s second novel confronts the scale and gravity of climate change, tracking a cadre of scientists and activists from the gathering storm of the Obama years to the super-typhoons of future decades. Immersive and ambitious, the book shows the range of its author’s gifts: polyphonic narration, silken sentences and elaborate world-building.

EASTBOUND by Maylis de Kerangal

In de Kerangal’s brief, lyrical novel, translated by Jessica Moore, a young Russian soldier on a trans-Siberian train decides to desert and turns to a civilian passenger, a Frenchwoman, for help.

EMILY WILDE’S ENCYCLOPAEDIA OF FAERIES by Heather Fawcett

The world-building in this tale of a woman documenting a new kind of faerie is exquisite, and the characters are just as textured and richly drawn. This is the kind of folkloric fantasy that remembers the old, blood-ribboned source material about sacrifices and stolen children, but adds a modern gloss.

ENTER GHOST by Isabella Hammad

In Hammad’s second novel, a British Palestinian actor returns to her hometown in Israel to recover from a breakup and spend time with her family. Instead, she’s talked into joining a staging of “Hamlet” in the West Bank, where she has a political awakening.

FORBIDDEN NOTEBOOK by Alba de Céspedes

A best-selling novelist and prominent anti-Fascist in her native Italy, de Céspedes has lately fallen into unjust obscurity. Translated by Ann Goldstein, this elegant novel from the 1950s tells the story of a married mother, Valeria, whose life is transformed when she begins keeping a secret diary.

THE FRAUD by Zadie Smith

Based on a celebrated 19th-century trial in which the defendant was accused of impersonating a nobleman, Smith’s novel offers a vast panoply of London and the English countryside, and successfully locates the social controversies of an era in a handful of characters.

FROM FROM by Monica Youn

In her fourth book of verse, a svelte, intrepid foray into American racism, Youn turns a knowing eye on society’s love-hate relationship with what it sees as the “other.”

A GUEST IN THE HOUSE by Emily Carroll

After a lonely young woman marries a mild-mannered widower and moves into his home, she begins to wonder how his first wife actually died. This graphic novel alternates between black-and-white and overwhelming colors as it explores the mundane and the horrific.

THE HEAVEN & EARTH GROCERY STORE by James McBride

McBride’s latest, an intimate, big-hearted tale of community, opens with a human skeleton found in a well in the 1970s, and then flashes back to the past, to the ’20s and ’30s, to explore the town’s Black, Jewish and immigrant history.

HELLO BEAUTIFUL by Ann Napolitano

In her radiant fourth novel, Napolitano puts a fresh spin on the classic tale of four sisters and the man who joins their family. Take “Little Women,” move it to modern-day Chicago, add more intrigue, lots of basketball and a different kind of boy next door and you’ve got the bones of this thoroughly original story.

A HISTORY OF BURNING by Janika Oza

This remarkable debut novel tells the story of an extended Indo-Ugandan family that is displaced, settled and displaced again.

HOLLY by Stephen King

The scrappy private detective Holly Gibney (who appeared in “The Outsider” and several other novels) returns, this time taking on a missing-persons case that — in typical King fashion — unfolds into a tale of Dickensian proportions.

A HOUSE FOR ALICE by Diana Evans

This polyphonic novel traces one family’s reckoning after the patriarch dies in a fire, as his widow, a Nigerian immigrant, considers returning to her home country and the entire family re-examines the circumstances of their lives.

THE ILIAD by Homer

Emily Wilson’s propulsive new translation of the “Iliad” is buoyant and expressive; she wants this version to be read aloud, and it would certainly be fun to perform.

INK BLOOD SISTER SCRIBE by Emma Törzs

The sisters in Törzs's delightful debut have been raised to protect a collection of magic books that allow their keepers to do incredible things. Their story accelerates like a fugue, ably conducted to a tender conclusion.

KAIROS by Jenny Erpenbeck

This tale of a torrid, yearslong relationship between a young woman and a much older married man — translated from the German by Michael Hofmann — is both profound and moving.

KANTIKA by Elizabeth Graver

Inspired by the life of Graver’s maternal grandmother, this exquisitely imagined family saga spans cultures and continents as it traces the migrations of a Sephardic Jewish girl from turn-of-the-20th-century Constantinople to Barcelona, Havana and, finally, Queens, N.Y.

LAND OF MILK AND HONEY by C Pam Zhang

Zhang’s lush, keenly intelligent novel follows a chef who’s hired to cook for an “elite research community” in the Italian Alps, in a not-so-distant future where industrial-agricultural experiments in America’s heartland have blanketed the globe in a crop-smothering smog.

LONE WOMEN by Victor LaValle

The year is 1915, and the narrator of LaValle’s horror-tinged western has arrived in Montana to cultivate an unforgiving homestead. She’s looking for a fresh start as a single Black woman in a sparsely populated state, but the locked trunk she has in stow holds a terrifying secret.

MONICA by Daniel Clowes

In Clowes’s luminous new work, the titular character, abandoned by her mother as a child, endures a life of calamities before resolving to learn about her origins and track down her parents.

THE MOST SECRET MEMORY OF MEN by Mohamed Mbougar Sarr

Based on a true story and translated by Lara Vergnaud, Sarr’s novel — about a Senegalese writer brought low by a plagiarism scandal — asks sharp questions about the state of African literature in the West.

THE NEW NATURALS by Gabriel Bump

In Bump’s engrossing new novel, a young Black couple, mourning the loss of their newborn daughter and disillusioned with the world, start a utopian society — but tensions both internal and external soon threaten their dreams.

NORTH WOODS by Daniel Mason

Mason’s novel looks at the occupants of a single house in Massachusetts over several centuries, from colonial times to present day. An apple farmer, an abolitionist, a wealthy manufacturer: The book follows these lives and many others, with detours into natural history and crime reportage.

NOT EVEN THE DEAD by Juan Gómez Bárcena

An ex-conquistador in Spanish-ruled, 16th-century Mexico is asked to hunt down an Indigenous prophet in this novel by a leading writer in Spain, splendidly translated by Katie Whittemore. The epic search stretches across much of the continent and, as the author bends time and history, lasts centuries.

THE NURSERY by Szilvia Molnar

“I used to be a translator and now I am a milk bar.” So begins Molnar’s brilliant novel about a new mother falling apart within the four walls of her apartment.

OUR SHARE OF NIGHT by Mariana Enriquez

This dazzling, epic narrative, translated from the Spanish by Megan McDowell, is a bewitching brew of mystery and myth, peopled by mediums who can summon “the Darkness” for a secret society of wealthy occultists seeking to preserve consciousness after death.

PINEAPPLE STREET by Jenny Jackson

Jackson’s smart, dishy debut novel embeds readers in an upper-crust Brooklyn Heights family — its real estate, its secrets, its just-like-you-and-me problems. Does money buy happiness? “Pineapple Street” asks a better question: Does it buy honesty?

THE REFORMATORY by Tananarive Due

Due’s latest — about a Black boy, Robert, who is wrongfully sentenced to a fictionalized version of Florida’s infamous and brutal Dozier School — is both an incisive examination of the lingering traumas of racism and a gripping, ghost-filled horror novel. “The novel’s extended, layered denouement is so heart-smashingly good, it made me late for work,” Randy Boyagoda wrote in his review. “I couldn’t stop reading.”

THE SAINT OF BRIGHT DOORS by Vajra Chandrasekera

Trained to kill by his mother and able to see demons, the protagonist of Chandrasekera’s stunning and lyrical novel flees his destiny as an assassin and winds up in a politically volatile metropolis.

SAME BED DIFFERENT DREAMS by Ed Park

Double agents, sinister corporations, slasher films, U.F.O.s — Park’s long-awaited second novel is packed to the gills with creative elements that enliven his acerbic, comedic and lyrical odyssey into Korean history and American paranoia.

TAKE WHAT YOU NEED by Idra Novey

This elegant novel resonates with implication beyond the taut contours of its central story line. In Novey’s deft hands, the complex relationship between a young woman and her former stepmother hints at the manifold divisions within America itself.

THIS OTHER EDEN by Paul Harding

In his latest novel, inspired by the true story of a devastating 1912 eviction in Maine that displaced an entire mixed-race fishing community, Harding turns that history into a lyrical tale about the fictional Apple Island on the cusp of destruction.

TOM LAKE by Ann Patchett

Locked down on the family’s northern Michigan cherry orchard, three sisters and their mother, a former actress whose long-ago summer fling went on to become a movie star, reflect on love and regret in Patchett’s quiet and reassuring Chekhovian novel.

THE UNSETTLED by Ayana Mathis

This novel follows three generations across time and place: a young mother trying to create a home for herself and her son in 1980s Philadelphia, and her mother, who is trying to save their Alabama hometown from white supremacists seeking to displace her from her land.

VICTORY CITY by Salman Rushdie

Rushdie’s new novel recounts the long life of Pampa Kampana, who creates an empire from magic seeds in 14th-century India. Her world is one of peace, where men and women are equal and all faiths welcome, but the story Rushdie tells is of a state that forever fails to live up to its ideals.

WE COULD BE SO GOOD by Cat Sebastian

This queer midcentury romance — about reporters who meet at work, become friends, move in together and fall in love — lingers on small, everyday acts like bringing home flowers with the groceries, things that loom large because they’re how we connect with others.

WESTERN LANE by Chetna Maroo

In this polished and disciplined debut novel, an 11-year-old Jain girl in London who has just lost her mother turns her attention to the game of squash — which in Maroo’s graceful telling becomes a way into the girl’s grief.

WITNESS by Jamel Brinkley

Set in Brooklyn, and featuring animal rescue workers, florists, volunteers, ghosts and UPS workers, Brinkley’s new collection meditates on what it means to see and be seen.

Y/N by Esther Yi

In this weird and wondrous novel, a bored young woman in thrall to a boy band buys a one-way ticket to Seoul.

YELLOWFACE by R.F. Kuang

Kuang’s first foray outside of the fantasy genre is a breezy and propulsive tale about a white woman who achieves tremendous literary success by stealing a manuscript from a recently deceased Asian friend and passing it off as her own.

#new york times #100 books #reading list #2023 #books #reading #have you read any of these titles?

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Imagine Harvey dent sneaking into Wayne manor after another gang fight with penguin only for Civilian!Bruce to be in those slutty ass black night gowns glaring at him from the steps of the manor waiting for his husband to get home.

Aka I would like to offer you chaotic civilian billionaire bruce and his very tired mob! boss husband.

Harvey dent fears no man expect the wrath of his husband, imagine trying to take down Twoface and failing only for him to be brought down by his tiny and very angry husband lecturing him on missing another date.

They also most definitely had a "excuse my husband asked fr no pickels" moment

I'm sorry I really needed to share this idea that's been rotting in my brain.

NO, BUT THIS IS SO IMPORTANT. Vital. We should be talking about this until time dies.

Bruce being a civilian and STILL marrying one of the most notorious criminals without any qualms is possibly the most take ever.

He's invited to brunches and galas and pretentious pool parties where everyone eats tiny sandwiches and talk about wanting to poison their husbands soon.

Bruce sighs all dreamy, eyes sparkling, " I gave Harvey a bazooka for his birthday and he was so happy he blew up the police station. He knows me so well."

Not to mention, Two Face's street credit fluctuates between flourishing and absolutely tanking.

He'll have some poor bastard ankles up, dangling above the white sharks he bought for Damian's birthday, and in the middle of his Menacing speech, his phone rings.

"And when you see God, tell him I -- Oh. Wait a minute. Mi vida, I'm doing something right now."

There's some mild phone gibberish.

"No, I didn't forget, I'm just gonna be a little late, -- Of course I know he wants me to be there, doll, but I just, -- oh come on, he's 5! Of COURSE he wants a theme park! Yes, it has to be a Wonder Woman one. Cause he said please!"

More phone gibberish, louder this time.

" Okay. I know, I know, I love you too. And you wear that lacey thing when I get home, huh?" Okay, now the sharks are preferable. Poor bastard who thought it was acceptable to kidnap Bruce Wayne and his son prefer it.

"Uh, you can just go ahead and drop me."

Harvey looks down at him with blade like sharpness, and you don't know which face you're talking to. " Drop you? Nah. Waitin' for my doll to come over here. You're my anniversary gift, pal."

#tHEM #ANON YOU MADE MY DAY #im dying to talk about bruharvey they mean so so so much to me ESP THIS AU HELLO?!?!?!#bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #bruce doesnt kill. he does however injure and maims for his kids <3 #harvey dent #bruharvey #twobats #bruce x harvey #text #text post #my writing

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 4 days

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Killing of Lacey Fletcher: She moulded into the sofa.

Lacey Fletcher was autistic and was reportedly bullied in high school. Her parents Sheila and Clay Fletcher later withdrew her from school in favor of homeschooling. Sheila and Clay were known to complain about Lacey, stating that they did not want to be caregivers when they became parents.

When Lacey was 24 years old,a decline in her cognitive health led to her being unable to leave the house.She became confined to the family's leather couch. Instead of seeking medical assistance for Lacey, Sheila and Clay left Lacey on the couch. Sheila and Clay left her on the couch and placed towels next to it, so Lacey's faeces and urine would be easier for them to clean. The rest of their house was well-cleaned, except for the couch, where Lacey remained unable to move from the couch on her own. Over time, Lacey's clothes began to no longer fit her, simply draping off of her body. Clay and Sheila would frequently leave for days on end to go on vacation, leaving her there to starve.

Over time her muscles atrophied, and vermin began to eat at her extremities under the couch leaving mouse droppings and maggots to thrive in the space. There were signs she had been trying to lift herself out of the couch to avoid the pain, but due to severe malnourishment and atrophy in her leg muscles, she was unable to. Her body fused into the leather couch cushions as she was covered in urine and feces, as well as maggots living in her hair and inside her. She suffered starvation and bone infections, leading finally to sepsis which caused her death. She had faeces and couch cushion both under her fingernails and in her stomach contents, showing she had attempted to save herself by eating her surroundings before dying on the couch whilst or shortly after Clay and Sheila vacationed for the holidays. Lacey was found at autopsy to have COVID-19.

On January 3, 2022, Sheila called 911 and stated that she had found Lacey dead on their couch. Emergency services and the coroner arrived at the home and discovered Lacey's dead, partially clothed and malnourished 96-pound (44 kg) body fused into the family's leather couch, with clear signs of neglect. It was determined that Lacey had been dead for one to two days before Sheila had finally decided to call 911. Sheila and Clay lied to police that it had been Lacey's own decision to lie in those conditions for 12 years. Her autopsy ruled her death a homicide. Investigators stated they could not sleep or eat after investigating the killing due to the mental distress that the gruesome nature of the case caused them.

On March 20, 2024, they were sentenced to 20 years in prison, with a consecutive 20-year suspended sentence

#lacey fletcher #crime #true crime #news

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matthew-gray-gubler-lover · 2 months

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Emerald Green Daydream.

Smut 18+

Spencer was away on yet another case. You know that he loves his job, but sometimes it really takes its toll on both of you. But it's especially bothering you today. your special package Was delivered today. Emerald green And Lacey, you knew that Spencer would love it.

You knew the second you saw it that you had to have it. He would not be able to resist you in it. It's kind of a bittersweet moment now that it's here, since you can try it on and see how you'll look in it, but the man that you really want to see you in it isn't there to do so.

Even though Spencer has called you several times to let you know how the case is doing, you still miss him a lot.

Spencer has been having a hard time with this case too. The two of you were kissing, making out hot and heavy when the phone rang. Taking him away on this case, neither one of you got to fulfill your desire to be with each other. And Spencer's been having a hard time. Focusing on the case.

He keeps getting lost in Daydream. Like, right now, he's imagining you sitting on top of him, riding him gently, kissing him, caressing his hair. Moaning his name as he thrusted slightly up into you.

"Hey, pretty boy. Are you going to help us with this case or not? You've just been sitting over there, lost in thought for the past half hour. What's matter? Do you miss y/n" Morgan asked him as he patted Spencer on the shoulder.

"Yes, I do. It's like I don't really get to Spend enough time with her you know. I feel like it's really unfair." spencer answered.

"I'm sure that you make up for it when you go home. I'm sure your ladylove knows that you love her."

"I do try to make it up to her when I'm home. Like right before we had to go on the case we were making out, you know, we were about to head to the bedroom. But the phone rang and I had to leave. I just miss her so much."

"I know how you feel, pretty boy. This job. It can really drain you, but. I know she understands. She loves you and she'll be there waiting for you when you get home. Don't worry about that."

"i know she will be, i was talking to her today, but it's not the same, i want to touch her"

"i know, we will be done soon, That's what I was coming To tell you Penelope found something and I think that we might be able to locate the unsub Very soon."

And Morgan was right. By the end of the day, the unsub had been found.

Spencer could not be happier to make it back home to you.

You knew that Spencer would be coming home today, you just weren't sure when. There is some paperwork that they needed to finish at the police station before he could Even board the jet. The just the anticipation of him coming home had your body tingling in your nerves on end. All you wanted was for Spencer to be home and with you again. Spencer felt the same way, finding it very hard to focus on the paperwork that he needed to file.

All he could think about was getting home to you. When the paperwork was finally done and the team boarded the jet. Spencer thought it would maybe help him to take a nap, pass the time a little bit faster. Sense. At the moment, all he's doing is going through his phone, looking at pictures of you. Something that was not really helping him at the moment.

It was getting late and you're beginning to get tired, so you decided to put on your. Pretty green nighty that you bought just for Spencer. Once you have it on and you make sure that your hair and makeup is just right, not that Spencer really cares if your hair and makeup is perfect or not. To him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what you could Be wearing an oversized sweatshirt, no makeup, and your hair. An absolute mess and he would still find You Beautiful.

Meanwhile on the jet, Spencer is taking his nap, which ended up being a regrettable decision, as all he did was dream of you the way that you look. The way you smell, the way you feel, he began to Dream of you on top of him. Your fingertips running over his bare chest as you rode him like It was the last thing you were ever going to do.

Your lips on his moaning his name over and over again. It wasn't until JJ nudged him a little bit that he woke up from his sexy dream.

" What's wrong? Did we land?" He asked groggily.

" No Spence were still flying, but you were having a bad dream, or perhaps a really, really good dream" she said with a chuckle.

Poor Spencer turned bright red as he finally realized that he indeed was having this very sexy, steamy dream about you.

Now this is where Morgan would usually harass Spencer. We're having such a dream, but instead he felt bad for Spencer, knowing that all he really wanted was to be home with you, but also feeling happy for him at the same time as he was now going home to be with you.

Meanwhile, back at home, it is now 11:35 at night. And you are very tired, but you're trying your hardest to stay up because you want to be awake and ready for Spence when he comes home. You put on your pink bathrobe and decide to lay in bed for a little while. Just a little nap before Spencer gets home. You set the alarm on your phone and go to sleep.

The jet ride was a little faster than you anticipated, and Spencer made it home before your alarm went off. Slowly opened up the bedroom door after he entered your shared apartment and put down his Satchel at the front door. He didn't want to wake you and tried his best not to, as he saw you sleeping so soundly in your pretty pink bathrobe that he gave to you to remember him when he was away.

He looked at you and began smiling softly as he saw you laying there in the item that he had given to you. It made him happy to know that he could give you comfort even when he was away. He went into the bathroom after grabbing his pajamas off the dresser. He leaves them there just in case he should come home during a time like this when you're asleep and doesn't want to wake you.

He put on the black Plaid pajama bottoms and the. Purple T-shirt that he left there. Came back into the bedroom and slowly lifted up the cover so that he didn't wake you.

He made it into the bed without you noticing, but he just couldn't help himself. He had to hold you in his arms. After wrapping his arms around you, you woke up a little bit.

" It's OK, baby. It's Spencer, I made it home a little earlier than I thought. I didn't mean to wake you sweetie. Please go back to sleep." He spoke. Before giving you a sweet Peck on the lips.

" But I have a surprise for you. I was all ready for you, but I fell asleep. I'm sorry, baby." You told him, your voice thick with sleep.

" It's no problem. Whatever the surprise is, it can wait until morning. I just want you to sleep and I'm very tired. We both need to sleep, OK, baby?"

"ok" you were too tired to protest.

When morning came. You were still held in Spencer's arms.

" Good morning Y/n" Was the first words that you heard that morning.

" Hi, Are you ready for your surprise?"

" Sure, I can take my surprise now. You seem so upset last night about not being able to give it to me, so I'm very excited to see what it is."

" OK, I hope you like it" you said, getting up out of bed. And standing at the End of the bed before opening your robe and showing him your emerald green lingerie.

Spencer's eyes almost popped out of his head before he took the covers off and began crawling to the edge of the bed.

" You're wearing this all night?"

" Yes, just for you."

" You look beautiful" he said, before stroking the silk fabric that was on your body.

" Thank you. And I hate to ruin the romantic mood, but it's been all night and I really have to pee. Then I'll come back and I promise we'll have fun, OK?"

Spencer couldn't help but laugh at your comment about having to pee. Of course you did. You were in bed all night. How could you not have to? And truth be told, he had to as well.

" So do I." He told you with the biggest smile on his face and a loud chuckle.

When they both were done in the bathroom and came back into the bedroom. They were all ready for the activity that they had been dying for.

"I can't believe that you were wearing this all night". Spencer told her before cupping her beautiful breasts. Held so perfectly inside the green silk fabric, pushing them up just right.

"When I saw it, I knew that I had to buy it. I knew that you would love it." you told him

Spencer couldn't take it anymore. He had to be inside of you.

"I can't take it anymore. Honey. I have to be inside of you. I can't wait anymore. Are you ready for me?" He asked you.

"Yes" you moaned out, eagerly awaiting the feeling of him inside of you. Something that you have been so desperate for over the last few days. And it was like magic, just as always. He felt amazing to be inside of you again. You felt so warm and tight around him. He couldn't help but moan out your name as he was only halfway inside of you. It made you happy to know that you could make him feel so good, both of you moaning together as he moves slowly inside of you, covering your lips with as many kisses as you possibly could.

"I missed this He whispered. In your ear as he slowly thrusted.

"Not just the sex, but the intimacy of all of this. Being close to you, kissing you, being able to touch you. I miss it so much when I'm away. And then to come home and you bought this. Beautiful Lingerie to wear for me. How did I get so lucky?" He asked before giving you another kiss.

It was in times like this when Spencer believed that he was the lucky one for having you and not the other way around, which was the real truth, that you were lucky for having him that made your heart absolutely melt. You were complete putty in this man's hands, and he knew it.

You always felt safe with Spencer, even the very first time the two of you had sex together. It was both of your first time actually, and everybody always says the first time isn't good and it's so stressful. But with Spencer it was just so natural and free. It just happened. Neither one of you planned for it, and it was the most magical experience either one of you had ever had. And something that you both wanted to keep doing forever.

Spencer moved slowly in and out of you. The two of you moaning together, absolutely thrilled to be together It's something both of you waited for, and you were so glad that you were able to finally be together. It was as if no time went by at all. The two of you were one once again. Spencer's right hand was running up and down your thigh, making you moan out even more as it left Goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips.

Causing Spencer to chuckle slightly as he kissed you again. Before he took his hand off of your thigh and intertwines your fingers together. Spencer was always a passionate lover. Always made you Feel like you are the most important thing in the world to him.

I missed you so much, he said, resting on his one elbow. That was holding up all of his weight.

Looking into your eyes. He tells you.

" You know, it's really weird. I kept having this fantasy about you and you were wearing an emerald green sexy lingerie set just like what you're wearing. I kept having the same fantasy over and over and over. And then here you are, my emerald green Daydream."

He told you before kissing you again.

You moan his name slowly as he continued thrusting in and out as slow pace. It may have been slow, but it felt so amazing. You didn't ever want him to stop. You never wanted him to leave again. Just quit the BAU and just stay here with you in bed forever.

And Spencer would love nothing more than to grant you that wish. But you both know it couldn't happen. Spencer loved his Job and people need him.

Both of you now completely desperate to cum Spencer takes his finger. On the hand that was recently holding yours and begins rubbing your clit Making you moan even more and clench around him. The moans coming from the two of you were almost pornographic.

After just a few Circles ran around on your sensitive clit The two of you were Cuming together.

It was pure bliss. For both of you, moaning out each other's names. You both came. You Laid together, panting. Spencer was still inside of you. He was still hard somehow and didn't want to leave you. The two of you laid together for a short while before he looked into your eyes, brushing a piece of hair from your forehead and telling you "I love you so much. Think you could go for another round?" He asked you with such a sweet smile. Even if you weren't still wanting him, you still couldn't deny him. But you were ready for more. You were always ready for more when it came to Spencer. It wasn't that he didn't satisfy you, it was because he satisfied you.

He began moving again, slowly looking into your eyes, asking. "How did I get so lucky?"

This was the second time tonight that he asked you this question. This time your response was. "I'm the lucky one Spencer."

this is how you spent the next three days in pure bliss making love Multiple times a day, taking showers together, having meals together. The two of you didn't leave your apartment the whole time Spencer was home. How could you? When all the two of you wanted was right there inside your apartment.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope that you enjoyed. Please leave comments, I love hearing from my readers. And if you have any suggestions for future Stories I would love to hear from you.

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Submas Prompt: Not even Hours -

Ingo opens his eyes. Darkness first, soon giving way to the silver gaze of moonlight through the window. It takes a moment for his vision to adjust, but frankly he need not see to know Arceus had upheld its end of the bargain. He can feel the comforting swathe of his own bedsheet beneath him. He can hear the faint ticks of the old clock on his mantlepiece. The familiar warmth, the familiar smell- a mix of oils and metals. Home. Breathing deeply, Ingo sits up, places himself at the foot of his bed. It's almost hard to believe that he's here. His hands brush over the smooth duvet. His eyes take in familiar features. His own room. His own house- more accurately, his and Emmet's. Or is it? Ingo can't imagine Emmet would have beared to stay without his brother. He has to take this slowly. Ingo knows he's been gone a long time. Three years, five months, ten days, and four hours. He needs to adjust quickly, find out what's happened in his absence before revealing himself. If the house has new owners, having the police called on him wouldn't be a good start. But wait. The room hasn't changed, has it? The wardrobe, the desk, the model trains, even his laptop. Everything is where it was when he 'left'. Something about that perturbs him. Emmet may have wished to keep what he had left of his brother intact, true, but the laptop would have been sold, wouldn't it? No sentimental value there. And if the laptop was there, then- Ingo looks back to the drawers beside the bed. His phone is there. Again, Emmet wouldn't have kept it, once he'd scoured through all the messages in an effort to find clues of where Ingo had gone. The perturbing feeling settles in his gut and writhes. Ingo reaches for the phone, unlocks it. Still has charge, still the same code. If he has been gone for as long as he has, Ingo considers, then doubtlessly he'd have received plenty of texts enquiring where he was. He opens his messages. Ingo feels a chill go down his spine as he reads the top message. Not because of any real unease to it. It's Skyla, somehow sounding flustered through text, asking him for advice on what to wear for Elesa's latest TV gig. Should she go fancy? Go casual? She doesn't want to make her girlfriend look bad on live television. His reply is there; go casual. Elesa's only rule about inviting her girlfriend to events was that Elesa always had the fancier outfit. His hands shake. He looks at the time the messages were sent. He shifts back, looks at other texts. Little Lacey, reminding him that she'd be home from the Academy for the Christmas break and that he and Emmet had PROMISED to take her on the multi-battle Subway. Drayden, once again stumped on what to do about his flunking grandson and clearly desperate for anyone's help. One of the Triplets, suggesting a train that was also a restaurant (he had advised taking up the matter with Emmet). Absolutely no-one, not even his brother, is asking where he's gone. The feeling in his gut writhes harder. Ingo feels oddly out of breath, like he's swaying, dazed, disorientated. A horrible thought is dawning on him. Ingo remembers when he was taken by Arceus, right down to the minute. Eight thirty-five PM, December 15th, 2015. Shaking, he exits his messages and checks the date. December 15th, 2015. Eleven forty-seven PM. The phone falls from his hand and clatters onto the floor. Ingo wrenches himself upwards, staggering from the bed towards the wardrobe, gazing madly into the mirror affixed to the left door. He see a man who's spent over three years in another time. Shadows under his eyes, a paleness to the skin, uneven shave, scratches, the rugged clothes. The perturbing feeling is twisting in his gut, shaking Ingo to the bone, leaving him panting in panic as the realization hits him. He has lived over three years in Hisui. He has been changed in ways not even Arceus could undo. But for his brother? His friends? Unova in its entirety? It's only been three hours.

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cherryberry-sugarandspice · 9 months

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Night Of Your Life

Miguel O'Hara × fem!reader × Felicia Hardy

Cw: 18+, smut, threesome, p in v sex, oral receiving/giving, F/F/M, slight BDSM, unprotected sex, sem-public sex?, pet names mouse/mousie/kitty/spidey

Summary: Felicia took you hostage in order to see Miguel again, but found you to be cute. You found her utterly attractive. One thing led to another, you two have sex and add Miguel into the mix

Word Count: 6k+

WARNING ⚠️: NSFW below

Suspended in the air, arms tied behind your back, rope around your pelvis and chest. The rope is silky smooth and gentle on your shivering skin. Pink dolphin cut shorts and lacey red panties discarded on the floor, Felicia Hardy—the infamous cat burglar known as Black Cat—buried in your velvet warmth, licking into your hole. Your moans fill the empty expanse of a half finished room of a building half way done through construction. Your breaths come out in white puffs due to the cold night air. You arch your back in a gasp as two manicured fingers rub slow, careful circles into your puffy clit.

“That feel good?” Felicia purred, licking your sweet nectar off her plump lips. Her black lipstick hasn’t once left her lips, but left a good few prints over your trembling thighs and plush asscheeks. “Mouse, baby, tell me how good you feel.”

Felicia licks over your swollen, sucking it into her mouth. You cry out in pleasure, squirming in your restraints. “Ah! So, so good! Fuck, keep—ahhh~!—licking me like that!”

How did you end up in a situation where Felicia Hardy is devouring your cunt as if it were her last meal? Well, let’s go back to two hours ago.

You had just gotten off of work and took a quick shower before running to the bank. You were wearing pink shorts and a white tank top with no bra. The slickness of the water made your clothes stick to your body, the tank top showing off the color of your nipples. You hardly cared, as you were trying to get to the bank before they closed. Today was payday and the online app wasn’t working, and tomorrow rent is due. If you don’t deposit the check in time, you’ll be late on rent again and your landlord will kick you out for it.

Approaching the counter, you shoved an old lady with an oxygen tank out of the way. She falls to the ground and crumbles into dust, blown away by the wind. You deposit your check and receive the receipt, relief flooding into your body. It’ll hurt watching your money drain out of your account, but at least you get to stay another month. You walked out of the bank, about to head home when Felicia came running, narrowly avoiding the cops. She spotted you and scooped you up in her arms, tossing you over her shoulder and climbed up the side of the building.

It all happened so fast that you didn’t realize what was going on until she stood on top of the building, patting your back. “Back off! I have a hostage. If you want her safe and sound, then the only person who can save her is Spidey.” She blows the police a kiss, winking. “Until next time!”

Felicia brought you here to the top of the half built building. She tied you up to one of the exposed metal pipes in the ceiling and pranced around the room, waiting for Spiderman. The sun had fully set and the light of the moon reflected off her tight black leather suit that hugged all of her curves. She ran her slender fingers through her plantium blonde hair, staring out into the city of Nueva York.

A cold breeze had blown against you and you shivered, shaking in your confinements. Goosebumps rose on your arms and legs, and you tried to get your mind off of how cold you were. Due to taking a shower piror, you were absolutely freezing.

Felicia caught wind of this and smiled slyly, sauntering up to you with the sway of her hips. She placed a hand on your foot and spun you around as she walked in a circle. Your trembling form is adorable to her. As if you were a mouse trapped. “You’re shaking, little Mouse. What’s wrong? Scared that this kitty will bite?”

“N-No,” you stutter, teeth clacking against each other. She walks a few feet away as you slowly spun. Her hands were on her hips, playful green eyes staring at you. “I-I’m cold. That’s a-all.”

The woman had hummed, nodding her head in understanding. She looks around. “Sorry, Mousie, but I don’t see any blankets for you.”

“I-It’s okay. Will I be let go when S-Spiderman gets here?” Spiderman is a giant hero with broad shoulders and a jealous looking slim waist. He’s a brooding man with little patience and tends to sometimes snap on the people he’s saved if he’s annoyed enough by his villains. But he is kind and gentle to those in need, even if he comes off as an asshole sometimes.

“Of course, Mouse. I just needed an excuse to see Spidey,” she reassured. She walked back up to you, loosely laying her arms on your shoulders, green eyes gazing into yours. Her face was inches away from yours, her warm breath a welcoming feeling on your cold skin. “I won’t hurt you, little Mouse, in case you were wondering.” She propped her elbow up on your shoulder and played with your hair. “I’m a girl’s girl, ya know?”

Felicia’s beauty makes your heart skip a beat. From up close, you see all the delicate features of her face. Smooth, milky skin. Round cheeks. Heart shaped face. Perfectly shaped eyebrows. A beauty mark right above her plump upper lip. Beautiful smelling hair you ache to run your fingers through. Everything about the cat burglar makes your stomach flip and you’re tempted to lean in and kiss her.

“You’re beautiful,” you mumbled outloud. You blinked, realizing you spoke your thoughts instead of keeping them hidden. Felicia only stared at you, her playful expression not once having left her face. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that! I MEAN—I didn’t mean to say that outloud! It’s just you’re really pretty and it’s not like I find you attractive—NOT SAYING THAT YOU’RE NOT ATTRACTIVE BECAUSE YOU ARE—”

A slender finger is pressed against your lips, silencing you.

Felicia tilted her head, hair falling against her shoulders, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re so cute, little Mouse.” A claw poked out of her finger and she traced your face. She placed the claw beneath your chin and lifted your head up, exposing your neck to her. She leaned down to plant wisps of kisses along your neck. “I like cute things.”

Oh my god, is this really happening? Your body shudderedin anticipation, sweat beading on the side of your head and trickling down to your chin. “I-I’m glad you find me cute, F-Felicia.”

Felicia giggled, kissing up to the corner of your lips. “Want to make this a memorable night for you, little Mouse? Want this kitty to make you feel good?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

“Hmm, so polite,” she purred, right before kissing you.

And that’s how you find yourself like this, moaning loudly as she sucked on your clit. Your feet kick, tongue rolling out of your mouth, coating your chin in spit. Tendrils of heat crawls up your gooseflesh and to your eyes, causing tears to well up due to the overwhelming heat of pleasure. Felicia kneads at the flesh of your ass, landing a couple of smacks. Your round ass jiggles from her hands smacking against your plushness.

Felicia swirls her tongue around your button, teeth grazing against it. You jump, accidentally swinging forward and smacking your wet pussy against her face. Juices sprinkle out of your pussy due to the impact and it lands in droplets along the ground.

“S-Sorry!” you yelp.

“Oh, Mouse, don’t apologize,” Felicia coos, breath hot against your cunt. Her fingers rub along your wet folds and spread your lips apart. Cream pushes out of your pulsating hole and she bites down on her lip, her own cunt dripping arousal. She licks up your fluids, smiling at your cute little mewls. “Mm, your pussy tastes so good. No wonder kitty cats love eating mice.”

Her face is back in your pussy, tongue silthering into your hole. Her nose rubs against your puffy clit, sending shocks and tingles of pleasure into your core. Her tongue rolls around in your canal, lapping against your gummy walls. Your walls clench around her tongue, attempting to keep it in place, but she easily wins against the fight.

Your moaning loudly, mouth wide open with drool slipping out of the corners. You twitch and squirm with every lick the Black Cat gives you, tugging against your restraints. Her claws rip apart your tank top, the fabric falling to the ground in shreds. Her hands find your breasts and she squeezes, rolling your buds between her fingers. You whimper, tongue darting out to moisten your lips.

Felicia’s claws run down your shivering stomach, making your lower stomach twitch. Her claws lightly scratch at your skin, leaving little red streaks. She tilts her head, humming as she devours your yummy pussy. Her tongue is coated in your sweet nectar with each pump. Arousal soaks her chin and slides down her leather suit.

“So delicious,” she moans, her voice muffled by your folds. She laps at your hole in rapid succession, making your toes curl. “Mousie, your pussy is so addicting. Love how you spill your juices on my tongue.” She shakes her head against your cunt, laughing as you mewl. “Doing so good for me, Mousie. Such a good girl.”

Your moans rip out of your throat in screams as she continues to munch on your heated essence. She grabs your hips tightly, shoving your cunt against her face, slowly suffocating her. A tight coil forms in your stomach and you curl into a ball, legs resting on her shoulders.

“F-Felica!” you gasp, brows furrowing up in the up-coming high of your orgasam. “I-I’m gonna cum! Oh, fuck!”

“My little Mousie gonna cum?” Felicia chuckles, continuing to drill her tongue in your hole.

“Ah! Ah! Yes!”

Felicia keeps her face buried in your cunt, keeping the pace of her tongue as she rubs your neglected clit again. She smacks your right buttock and gives a tight squeeze. “Cum for me, Mousie. Make a mess on this kitty’s face, you cute little slut.”

Her dirty words give you the final push. You cum with a cream, white filling your vision as you cream all over her face. She lowers herself a bit, mouth wide open with her tongue rolled out, catching your elixir into her mouth.

You tremble, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Felicia spins you around and captures your lips in a long, sensual kiss. She licks your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter, which you happily grant her access for. Her tongue rubs against yours, tasting your juices on your taste buds. When she pulls away, there’s a string of saliva connecting each other’s tongues.

“How do you feel, Mousie?” Felicia asks with a deep purr, her expression just as fucked out as yours. Her knuckles brush along your cheeks, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Wonderful,” you say breathless, a small smile on your face.

“I’m happy to hear it.” She kisses your neck, nibbling on the flesh. “Want to continue this, beautiful? Want to fuck?”

You nod eagerly, pratically whining. “Please! Please!”

Felicia laughs, helping you down from your ropes. “Such a needy little Mouse. You sure you’re not scared of this kitty cat?” She bites at you, teeth clacking against each other. You only breathe in response, chasing after her lips. She allows you to kiss her as she places you on your feet, your body pressing against hers. Felicia is taller than you, standing at 5’10. Her body is soft yet hard against yours, her breasts on either side of your face. The moment your hands were untied, you wrap your tingling arms around her neck, pulling her down. Her hands rest on your hips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Felicia’s soft hands rub up and down your heated skin, claws poking at you. Your heart flutters in your chest, knees turning to jello from her tentative touches. The kiss is long and slow, the two of you taking the time to get a proper feel. But soon, teeth clack against each other, her hands trailing down to grope your ass and bring your hips against her. The kiss is dizzying and sloppy, smacking noises echoing out into the room.

You’re the first to pull away for air, heaving as she licks your cheek. She attacks your neck with tender kisses, helping you to lay on the ground. Felicia stands on her knees as she undoes her suit, hungry green eyes never leaving yours as she strips naked. You prop yourself up on your elbows, breath catching in your throat.

Felicia’s body is gorgeous and alluring. Round hips. Perky breasts. The outline of forming abs. She hovers over you again, her nipples rubbing against yours. “Like what you see, Mousie?”

“I love what I see,” you rasped out, cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs swipe across the space beneath her eyes and you gently peel off her mask to get a better look of her beauty.

Felicia leans back down to kiss you, lips smacking against each other. She hums, fire burning deep within her core. She loves how cute you are. How gentle and sweet you act towards her—yet so needy. She grabs the back of your knee and lifts it up, placing her own knee right next to your waist. Her pussy slowly rubs against yours and you gasp against her lips. She swallows your noises, laying your leg on her shoulder. Clits bump against one another, pussies drenching each other with slick.

“Ready, Mouse?” Felicia asks, her lips lingering on yours.

You nod, blinking your shiny eyes up at her. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, lips parted slightly. “Please, Felicia.”

“I love how polite you are. Makes me want to keep you as my little pet,” Felicia teases. She straightens her back, tongue darting out to lick her lips, and begins to grind. Your back arches, eyes rolling to the back of your head as her pussy grinds against yours.

Yes, you’ve had sex with women before, but this session with Felicia is nothing compared to the other times. This one is more intimate, sensual, and heat inducing. Her clit grinds perfectly against yours, her juices spilling into your velvety warmth. Her breasts bounce slightly with each movement of her hips, yours rocking back and forth on your chest.

“Ah!” you moan, reaching up to squeeze her breasts. She smirks in approval, pushing against your cunt roughtly. You twist and pull at her nipples, hands dropping when she sneaks a finger between your lips to play with your bundle of nerves. “Oh, fuck! Yes! Felicia, feel s’good!”

“Yeah, Mousie?” she purrs, sweat beading along her body. With every grind against each other’s wet pussies, squelching noises elicits from them, juices coating the other one’s plush thighs. “Love how my pussy feels against yours? Hm?”

“Oh, Felicia, it feels so damn good!” you scream. The joints of her fingers squeeze your clit, shaking it. You pant heavily, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as she plays with the button. Moans and mewls escape your wet lips, body squirming as her cunt continues to grind against yours.

“Ahh, do you hear how filthy you sound, Mousie?” she coos, adjusting herself so her fat pussy buries itself a bit within your folds. “Who makes you this way? Huh? Has anyone else ever made you sound like such a dirty slut or is that only my specialty?”

You pant like a bitch in heat, drool covering your chin and neck. “Ngh! You! You, Felicia!”

“Yeah? Tell me how much you love my pussy, little mouse.” Her fingers wrap around your neck, claws poking into your flesh. She smirks a bit when she hears a heavy thud towards the end of the room, footsteps making their way over to this scene. She tightens her grip, making you whimper. “I said tell me, you cute little whore.”

“Ah, ah~! I love it! Fuck, I love how wet it is against my pussy!” you cry out, wrapping your fingers around her wrist and smiling as she chokes you slightly. The overwhelming pleasure is becoming too much again. The familiar coil tightens in your stomach, and you’re a bit embarrassed by how you’ve reached your oragasm so quickly, but who cares? Felicia’s—

“W-What is going on here?” A deep voice says in pure shock.

You freeze, all moans cutting off and head snapping up to see who’s here. A few feet away from Felicia is Spiderman, the red outline where his eyes are supposed to be wide in surprise. He’s in his blue UMF suit, the fabric sometimes twinkling. He blinks a couple of times, shifting on his feet, unsure of what to think or do. He’d been informed of Black Cat taking a cilvilian hostage, which he found strange. She never usually takes anyone hostage, as she’s quick and fluid in her antics. But he believed she was only doing this to get his attention. Right up until he found her doing you.

Felicia slows the movement of her hips, peering over her shoulder with a smirk.

“Spidey! Took you long enough,” she giggles, hand on her hip. She clicks her tongue in mock disappointment, raising a brow at him. “You do realize that I had a hostage, right? She could’ve been in real danger here.”

Spiderman looks you over and you shudder, cheeks burning in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Somehow, the hero walking in and discovering you two in this position is enticing. Being caught makes your hole clench tightly around nothing. “She looks fine to me,” Spiderman said, rubbing the back of his neck. The red outline of eyes were still wide, and if you squint hard enough, you can see a heavy blush beneath his blue mask. “Do…Do I even need to be here?”

Both you and Felicia stare down at his cock, which has been erected to full length. He’s clearly enjoying the sight in front of him. Two attractive women were having sex with each other—why wouldn’t he like it?

“If she’s okay with it,” Felicia informs him, returning her gaze to yours. She rubs your chin affectionately. “What do you say, Mouse? Want him to join, watch, or leave? Whatever you want, I want, cutie.” She then looks at him. “If she tells you to leave, you leave, got it?”

“Obviously,” Spiderman grumbled, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. “What do I look like to you? Some weird, gross pervert?”

Felicia gestures to his erection and he only glares at her.

You do take a moment to think about it. The thought of Spiderman of all people fucking you is mind blowing. Of course, you’ve fantasized about his cock penetrating you over and over again until you were a sobbing mess, body coated in his cum. Then add Felicia into the mix? She’s already pleasured you wonderfully, her tongue like magic and her pussy creating delicious friction against yours. Honestly? A threesome with Black Cat and Spiderman is a dream come true.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, gaze switching from Felicia to Spiderman. “I-I mean, if he wants to join…I’m perfectly fine with it.”

Spiderman tenses up a bit, clearly surprised by your answer. His cock twitches in excitment. “A-Are you sure.” He walks over and squats down next to you. When he speaks again, his voice is gentle. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“He’s right,” Felicia whispers, caressing your cheek with her hand. “Don’t feel like you have to say yes. Besides, he’s a stinky man.”

Spiderman gives her another glare.

“I’m okay with it, I promise,” you reassure, looking at them both. “If I wasn’t, I promise I’ll say something.”

Felicia leans down to kiss your cheek. “Let’s come up with a safe word. If we’re going to continue with this, we’re going to need a safe word.”

Spiderman nods, his hand hesitantly reaching out to brush your hair off your forehead. He’s afraid to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or feel unsafe. As much as having sex with you and Felicia excites him, you come first. The pads of fingers were rough against your skin and you shiver, breath coming out in puffs. A gush of arousal spills from your slit and you purse your lips, embarrassed at how turned on you are even though nothing is happening just yet.

“You come up with the word, Mouse. Say it anytime, even if you’re so close to finishing. We both want you to have a fun, enjoyable time,” Felicia tells you. Neither Spiderman nor her move, waiting for you to come up with a safe word.

“How about…blueberry?”

“Is it because he’s blue?” Felicia gestures towards Spiderman and he rolls his eyes beneath his mask, landing a smack on her ass. She yelps, cheeks flush as she gives him a sensual stare. “Been awhile since you’ve done that, Spidey.”

Spiderman’s mask disappears, fevealing a handsome man beneath. Your breath catches in your throat for what feels like the millionth time tonight. God, why are they so hot? He grabs Felicia by the chin and brings her close to his face, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Kitty, tonight, there’s going to be a lot I’m going to do that I haven’t done with you in a long time,” he said huskily, kissing her. She hums in delight, kissing him back with a fierce hunger. He growls, his fangs poking through his lips. He squeezes her plump ass, landing another smack. He pulls away and turns his gaze to you, the pupils of his red eyes blown out in arousal. “And you,” he said, leaning down to hover his lips above yours, “I’m going to show you a lot of things.” His lips ghost yours for a bit. “If you’re okay with it, nena.”

“Mouse,” Felicia corrects, climbing off of you to sit by your side. She places a hand over your twitching stomach, lightly squeezing the soft flesh. “Her nickname is Mouse, or Mousie. Because look at how much she shakes. Isn’t that so cute?”

“Cute,” he agrees, staring at you with hunger in his red eyes. He plants his lips on yours more firmly this time, gently kissing you. “She’s very cute.”

Hands rub along your waist and stomach, sending wavepools of heat into your core. “What’s your name?” you ask Spiderman, eyes fluttering shut when his bare hands knead your mounds.

“Promise not to tell?”

“I-I promise.”

He pecks your cheek, smiling against your skin. “Miguel, little Mouse. My name is Miguel. I believe you’ll put it to good use, right?”

“I know I have before,” Felicia purrs, winking at the hero.

“Well, uh, It’s nice to meet you, Miguel.”

Miguel chuckles, kissing your cheek again. “It’s nice to meet you too, little Mouse.” His suit disappears, revealing his naked, rock hard body. Your hand instinctively rubs his abdomen, fingers tracing the lines between his abs. He watches you as you take the time to get a feel of his body, his cock twitching upwards against his lower stomach.

Miguel’s cock is erected at a full ten inches, his girth thick. Veins pulse at the sides of his massive penis. Precum leaks from his fat tip, the pearly breads streaking down his shaft. You’re tempted to lean over and lick him clean. Felicia also has the same desires. She sees the look on your face and smirks. She rubs Miguel’s chest and pushes him to sit back, arching her back as she gets on her knees.

“Hmm, let us take care of that for you, Spidey,” she purrs. You immediately scramble onto your hands and knees, eyes never once leaving his cock.

Miguel leans back on his hands, a smirk on his face. He gestures towards his member. “Go ahead, girls. He’s all yours.”

Felicia wraps her arm around your waist and brings you close to her. “Shall we?” You nod at her, leaning down to give a kitten lick on his tip. The pearly white beads soak into your taste buds, the salty taste of his precum delicious. Felicia lowers herself to lick his shaft up and down, her drool trickling down his shaft.

Miguel groans, head falling back against his shoulders as the two of you lap at his cock. You hum, tongue swirling around his fat tip before wrapping your lips around it to suck. A spurt of precum shoots into your mouth which you happily swallow, peering up at the hero through your wet lashes. He’s trembling, the pleasure insanely good for him.

Both you and Felicia sloppily attach his cock with lips and tongues, making him tremble and moan. Pleasure crashes through his body. The muscles in his thighs ripple with every movement he makes. He grits his teeth, head shaking from side to side, a throaty whimper escaping his thick lips. For a moment, he takes in the sight of the beautiful girls in front of him.

Sweat makes Felicia’s almost white hair stick to the sides of her head and he pushes the strands out of the way, allowing her hair to fall down her back. Her skin is flushed red and covered in sweat, her plump ass high in the air as she slobbers all over his cock. Miguel rubs his knuckles against your cheek, red eyes staring into you as you go back to give his leaking tip special attention. He came here to deal with Felicia’s antics and ended up getting his cock sucked on by what he considers to be the world’s most beautiful women.

How did he end up being so lucky?

Felicia grazes her teeth along his shaft, teeth tracing the outline of his pulsing veins. She plants kisses on his cock, green eyes peering up to try to see his expressions. His brows are curled upwards, eyes beginning to roll to the back of his head. His tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips, spit trickling out and down his chin.

“Fuck, y-you girls are doing such a good fucking job,” Miguel moaned, claws digging into the wood.

His praises spur you on. You suck a couple of times on his tip before taking him into the warmth of your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks. This elicits a loud groan from the hero, your clit throbbing in desire. You attempt to reach down to rub yourself until you realize you hadn’t touched Felicia. Not once. You kissed her and played with her breasts, but you didn’t give her pussy any of your attention. You gain the courage to snake your hand between her thick thighs and rub at her bundle of nerves.

Felicia moans against his cock, pressing her nose along the shaft. Her green eyes peer over at you in approval, licking her lips. “Hmm, feels good, Mousie. Keep—ah!—rubbing me like that. Fuck, such a good girl.”

Her own hand sneaks between your thighs to shove two fingers into your hole as she returns her focus back to the massive cock in front of her. You moan around Miguel’s tips, slowly grinding your hips down on Felicia’s fingers as they pump in and out of your velvety essence. Her thumb rubs your clit as she fingers you, creating more pleasure.

Miguel watches as his two girls pleasure each other as they pleasure him and he growls, licking his lips in pure glee. Fuck, this sight is delicious and it’s all for him.

Felicia lowers her head to lick his balls, swallowing one into her mouth. Her free hand massages the other testicle, her thumb massaging his taint.

“Fuck!” Miguel moaned out, biting down on his bottom lip.

You bob your head up and down on his cock, eyes shut as you suck him off. Your body trembles in pleasure and desire as you slobber all of his cock, your cunt spilling sweet nectar. You pick up the pace of your fingers, rubbing Felicia’s clit quickly. She moans around his balls, staring at you with such an intensity that you swear she was rutting her pussy against yours. A mixture of precum and spit spills past your lips and down his shaft, which you use as an opportunity to wrap your hand around his girth and stroke him. You twist your hand with each stroke, making the hero tremble beneath your touch.

“Just like that, Mousie,” he growled, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “I’m going to fuck you so good after this. Going to show you a world of pleasure.” He whimpers when Felicia takes both of his balls into his mouth. “And you, kitty, are going to sit on my face. I want both of you cumming all over me.”

“What do you think?” Felicia asks you, licking over his balls. “Should we give him what he wants? Or should we make him beg?”

You come off his cock with a wet pop to say, “Make him beg. I-I want to hear him beg.” You scoop up some of Felicia’s arousal and lick your fingers clean, the other woman doing the same thing.

Miguel lifts his head up, seeing the mischievous looks on both yours and Felicia’s beautiful faces. “Y-You can’t be serious.”

Felicia presses her cheek against yours, smiling innocently. “Oh, Spidey, but we are. I mean, if you want us to ride you, then you’re going to beg for it like the little bitch you are.”

One thing about Miguel: he’s arrogant and prideful. He has always been this way. Dominating at work and in bed. There’s no way he’ll beg to be pleased.

“Please, please let me fuck you two.” Oh, nevermind. “Felicia, I want to bury my face into that fat pussy of yours. I want to taste you again.” He grabs her by the chin and brings her up to his face, kissing her passionately. Her hands rest on his thick thighs, breasts rubbing against him. He then grabs you by the throat and brings you up to his face as well, removing his lips from Felicia’s to place them on yours. “Hmm, little Mousie, I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock. I want you to struggle to take me in at first and then go crazy. Please, you think you can do that? Please?”

Something about a big, buff man begging is such a turn on. You lick his lips, humming. “I think we can. Should we, Felicia? I mean, he did beg like a little whiney bitch like you wanted.” Miguel squeezed your ass cheek for that and you whimpered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. But hey, no regrets.

“He earned it. Besides,” she began, shoving him down to the ground and hovering her cunt above his mouth, “he eats pussy as if his life depends on it.” She then looks over her shoulder, nodding towards his cock. “Take your time with him. When I first rode him, I struggled a bit. But after you ride the bull, you’re going to want to go for another spin.”

Miguel grabs Felicia’s hips and shoves her cunt into his face, taking a whiff before licking her hole. Felicia moans, her sounds of pleasure airy and high pitched. He keeps a firm grip on her rounded hips, his large tongue rubbing against her bud. He groans deeply, lapping up her secretions. The last time he and Felicia had any kind of sex was two years ago. Two years too fucking long.

As Miguel devours her pussy, you place your knees on either side of his hips and grab his spit covered cock, gulping. His cock is insanely massive. You don’t think you’ve ever had anything this big. But, as Felicia said, take your time.

It’s time to take on the beast. You rub the tip against your slit, electricity shooting up your spine. Fuck, this is going to hurt, isn’t it? The tip is already stretching you out and you haven’t slid onto him fully. With a deep breath, you begin to sink down on his cock.

Oh my.

He’s got a fucking monster cock.

Your head falls back on your shoulders as you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, hips trembling violently. You further slide down his cock, mouth dropping agape by how full you feel. He’s stretching you out well, a bulge appearing in your lower stomach. His veins pulse within your gummy walls and his tip slides past the spongey spot within you.

Miguel’s thighs tighten when your walls continuously squeeze around his cock, milking precum out of him. Felicia lowers herself, hands on the floor as he eats her out. She grinds her pussy against his face, moaning out a series of ‘yes! yes!’ and ‘fuck, just like that, Spidey!’. Hearing her moans makes your pussy clench tighter around his cock and he has to pull away from her cunt.

“Mousie, please, stay still or relax,” he groaned out, his body trembling. “You’re going to make me cum.”

You’re not fully down on him yet, but you nod, freezing your body to allow him to calm down. You breathe in and out, chest heaving. Your cheeks burn in heat, sweat sliding down the sides of your face. His cock feels delicious inside of you and as you relax, your walls loosen, spikes of overwhelming pleasure attacking your inner core.

“Mm, I-I want to ride you now, Miguel,” you whine, growing impatient.

“Go ahead, you got the green light to continue,” Miguel said, returning to eat out Felicia.

With that, you finish sinking down on his cock, bouncing a bit when his tip pokes the entrace of your cervix. You take a moment to adjust before rocking your hips in fluid motions, moaning loudly. His cock rubs against your velvet walls delectably, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Gushes of elixir spill out of your pussy with every bounce, skin slapping against skin. Streaks of white cream are left on his shaft with every pump.

Miguel O’Hara is having the time of his life. Eating out Felicia’s yummy pussy while your delicious pussy engulfs him in warmth. He’s so happy he decided to respond to her silly antics. If he hadn’t, it would’ve been another lonely night on his couch instead of fucking two beautiful women.

“Fuck, Miguel, g-gonna cum,” Felicia moaned, suffocating him within her thighs—just how he likes it.

“Ah! Ah! Miguel! Your cock feels soo good!” you scream, bouncing on his cock faster and faster, the coil from earlier returning. “Fuck! Ima cum! GOD!”

Miguel begins to thrust up into you, hips meeting hips. He wants the two of you to cum at the same time. Wants to be drenched in fluids.

Moments later, just as he dreamed, both you and Felicia orgasam all over him. You lean against Felicia’s back, gasping for air. Felicia removes herself from his face, sitting down.

“I think…me and Mousie should switch, right?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“I-I’m down for it,” you breathe. You remove yourself off his cock and sit on his stomach, shivering as his cum slips out of your slit and leaks onto his stomach. “But may I have a moment? Because fuck, that was amazing.”

The three of you take a moment to come down for your highs and recover. Then, Miguel is burying his face into your pussy, Felicia sinking down on his cock and bouncing. For the rest of the night, the three of you do a crazy amount of positions, fucking like wild animals. Sometimes, the three of you will either focus on one another or all pleasure each other at the same time.

Thank God for the online banking app not for not working, otherwise you never would’ve found yourself sandwiched between the hottest people in the multiverse.

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911 Spoilers Season 4: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episode 4: What’s You’re Grievance?

Who did it Pool Mystery: Eddie and Buck walking towards the crime scene together. They stand at the edge of the pool about 2 feet apart, looking down at the body. Eddie really observing from afar.

Chimney says excuse me as he passes in front of Buck. Buck being confused by the interaction and mentioning to Eddie that Chim is acting weird.

Eddie immediately asking, “How can you tell?”

At first glance I was confused as to why Buck thought the interaction was weird. If you really don’t think about it, it’s something that can be easily overlooked. But Buck is hyper aware of how Chim usually reacts with him. In those types a moment when Buck is in the way, Chim would throw a cheeky insult or make a joke to try and lighten the mood.

Buck eagerly pointing out that the gate was kicked in, assumed that was caused by the murderer. Athena pointing out that she was the one to kick that gate in. Eddie starts looking around and asks how did the murder get out if everything was locked before police arrived.

Eddie and Buck huddle together, starting to discuss theories regarding the possible mystery.

Eddie looking around the crime scene making note of the mail on the table, and how none of it was addressed to the victim. Buck walking over to Eddie as he vocalizes what Eddie was implying, that the victim was stealing mail. Buck providing the theory that she saw something she was not supposed to see and that is what got her killed.

Athena jokingly calls them, “Cagney and Lacey”, which is apparently a show from the 80’s about two female police officers, and tells them to wrap it up.

Chimney tells Maddie that she needs to tell Buck about the secret she recently revealed to him. She explains that she can’t because she promised her parents she would never. Chim points out that was an unfair secret for her parents to make her keep.

Maddie is at Buck’s telling him that she invited their parents over for a visit. Buck is completely confused by the decision, and tries to comprehend why she did it and understanding that she only told him last second, so that he couldn’t talk her out of it.

Buck makes it a point to say they are a united front, and she is not allowed to leave them alone with him.

Eddie walking up to the Kitchen, Bobby asks him about Buck’s whereabouts. Eddie tells them Buck is having an emergency therapy session, so he can ask about de-escalation techniques. This prompts Bobby to make a joke about Buck’s parents visiting is starting to sound like a hostage situation, causing Chimney to fumble and become noticeably awkward.

Hen asks what they think the parents are like. Then implying that Maddie and Buck are different and that there is an obvious story there. Chim reacts awkwardly again. Everyone looks confused as Chim starts to ramble. Eddie in particular, has his arms crossed, attention fully on Chimney and a face that just screams, please elaborate further. Chim runs off and Eddie is the first to vocalize, if they even want to know what that situation was about. Both Bobby and Hen say no, but Eddie responds with a reluctant “Kay.”

Eddie obviously wanted the chisme, but accepted that he was not going to get it.

Buck had brought over a lot of alcohol to Maddie and Chim’s place. Really focused on the tequila bottle and he described all the options. Turns out Chimney specifically requested those bottles. Dude was stressed.

Buck being a bit uptight, had apparently told Albert, he wasn’t allowed to wear jeans and instructing him to turn on the oven to bake bread. This caught Maddie off guard and prompts her to ask when he started baking.

The moment is interrupted when they hear a knock at the door. The energy in the room shifts and Buck takes a deep breath before Maddie opens the door to her parents, who seem to be carrying a lot of gifts.

Buck slowly approaches his parents and stands near Maddie. Very awkward greeting and when Albert addressed Buck as “Buck,” Mom is quick to make a comment, in a judgy tone, about the nickname.

Buck making light of the moment and telling her that it is just a nickname.

Maddie and Buck reassuring themselves that they are a united front and pinky promising at the same time.

Maddie and Buck are sitting near each other as their parent’s are across from them on the couch. They are having small talk about the weather. Everyone looks uncomfortable.

Mom is really quick to comment about “Maddie’s condition” it’s in the same judgy tone as before. Buck, looking down and smiling. Mom continuing to add small digs. Buck jumping in to defend Maddie.

Dad joining in and making a small dig towards Maddie, then quickly asking Buck about therapy.

Buck being slightly taken back by learning Maddie revealed that to their parents. He proceeds to justify going to therapy because of the job and how it is beneficial.

Maddie and Buck being surprised by the news that their parents have seen a therapist. There is a slight shift in how Maddie and Buck are sitting, they kind of perk up at the news. Up until they revealed they went to a therapist to talk about Maddie’s problems. And justifying the comment by stating Maddie didn’t reach out to them about the problem, they had to hear about Doug dying because thru Buck.

Buck revealing, he only told them so that they didn’t hear the news from date line. Buck and Maddie are slouched, they look exhausted. Chim and Albert cutting in as a distraction, offering to bring stuff back into the kitchen. Buck offering to clean up too.

As soon as Buck gets up and heads to the kitchen, mom comments about how she thinks Buck is doing fine. Maddie telling her that Buck is good at seeming fine.

Ex-employee Bomb threat: Eddie is instructed on handling electrical. Buck is instructed on shutting off gas.

Eddie is inside the building; he has shut off the power and announces over radio that there is apparently a janitor in distress. Chimney is sent in to help.

Bomb squad shows up. Eddie is going up the stairs, hasn’t found the janitor. Chim and Eddie head in separate directions.

Chim finds the janitor and quickly realizes that he is the bomber. At this exact moment Bobby calls on the radio, asking for Chim and Eddie to evacuate, Bomb Squad is ready to enter. Buck is next to Bobby looking concerned when there isn’t an immediate response.

Eddie calling for Chimney, asking if he didn’t hear his radio and reiterating that bomb squad is moving in. Eddie’s tone is angry, he offers to help move the patient. Chimney stops Eddie from moving any closer.

Eddie pauses and looks closely at the situation, he realizes that Chim found the bomber and makes a run for it. Letting Chim know that he is now aware of the situation and will be letting Bobby know.

Eddie runs out of the building, screaming wait repeatedly. He lets every one know that Chimney is with the bomber. It cuts to Buck’s concerned reaction.

Chimney is trying to talk the bomber down. Outside, Buck and Bobby attempt to keep bomb squad from moving in, until they know more about Chim’s safety. Eddie, out of breath and hands over his head explains what he saw, Buck standing next to him, concentrating on every word. Buck not understanding why Chim wouldn’t just run off.

Chimney has apparently revealed the big family secret to this Bomber. The Bomber is shocked by the secret and trying to comprehend how a family could hide that information from him.

Eddie is explaining to Buck that he didn’t know what to say in that moment. It wasn’t like he could ask what kind of device he was he holding, that it just felt like Chim really wanted Eddie to get out of there.

Buck proceeds to start explaining the function of different types of detonators, Bobby cuts him off, explaining they know the difference.

Eddie suggests that Chim is trying to talk him down. Buck asks, “What do you think they are talking about?” Having no idea, they are talking about him.

The Bomber noticing Buck’s jacket and calling out to him. Chimney becoming panicked and trying to get the Bomber to quiet down. Buck is confused at the interaction, especially when the bomber just starts making this obscure comments.

Buck is in the locker room, oblivious. As Hen makes the realization that Chim has been acting weird because what ever he knows is related to Buck.

Buck at the table, looking down at his food, fidgeting as his mom and dad comment about the rescue and their dangerous jobs. His dad making a comment about how he’s heard about all the times “Evan” has been in the hospital.

Buck looks up at this moment and points out how he’s only heard of him being in the hospital, but never being there to visit him. His mom trying to justify not visiting, because they are not good with hospitals.

Buck repeating back the line, amplifying how ridiculous the statement sounds. Mom becomes defensive, starts to whine about how Buck does not know. Maddie trying to get her mom to stop. Buck looking over at both of them, mom collects herself and starts to calm down. They attempt to change the subject.

Dad asks about a box they brought with them. Chimney goes over to the living room to grab it. Their mother takes the moment to make a back handed compliment about liking Howard. Buck is quick to tell his mother, she is being rude.

Mom starts to whine about not understanding what she did wrong.

Turns out to be a box filled with items from Maddie’s childhood. It’s a sweet moment until Buck asks if he’s going to get his box. There is an awkward pause, and he know he doesn’t have a box. He’s visibly disappointed.

The moment starts to feel sweet, up until mom begins to say too much.

Mom’s overall tone pisses me off easily. It’s slightly judgy in nature. The whining that sounds like she might just cry, really irks me. The comments she make do not initially sound bad, but when you pause to think about it, they are always back handed. The father makes the same kind of comments, his tone is also judgy, just not whiney. They just keeping making these small little jabs.

Buck interrupting his mom’s comments. Maddie trying to stop him from making a scene, Buck looking up at Maddie, fuming. His eyes piercing over at her as he reminds her of their united front.

Buck calling out his parents for not going to Maddie’s wedding. Mom trying to justify not going because Maddie was making a mistake. Buck telling her that is a terrible excuse and that you don’t just give up on her like that.

Mom and dad again try to justify being absent I Maddie’s life, and if they had known she was getting hurt, they would have been present. Tried to stop it.

Buck is angry, he explains that they should have known, they lived in the same city. If they made an attempt to be apart of her life, they would have known.

Buck can’t hold back, he starts yelling at his parents about how absent they were/are. Maddie is attempting to hold back tears as Buck stands up and explain why he is in therapy. He expresses how he’s always felt like a constant disappointment. Dad is sitting there quietly listening as Mom is at the verge of tears.

“I have, walked, through fire every single day of my life because of you.”

Dad and mom instead of listening and processing what was just said to them and try to shift the blame back over on to Buck and Maddie.

Maddie tears in her eyes argues back against that sentiment, repeating they where just kids.

“Evan, I don’t know what you expected us to do!” (This moment makes me so angry on behalf of Buck and Maddie. The way mom tries to act like the victim, it’s infuriating)

Buck pauses and looks down at his mother. His face reading the hurt he feels as he says, “Love me anyway.” That cry for help hurt me so much. Especially as he walked away.

Buck aggressively punching a punching bag as Eddie stands to the side watching him. Buck punching harder as he tells Eddie about the night. Buck is angry walking around expressing how he felt like he was 12 again. Eddie leaning against the pillar, quietly focused on Buck, taking the information in.

Eddie quick to tell Buck he doesn’t need to apologize. Buck pauses to look at Eddie a bit confused by the comment. Eddie proceeding to ask why would he apologize, if everything he said was true. Eddie expressing that yeah, he could have used a different tone, but if that’s how they made him feel, he has every right to feel that way and vocalize that.

Buck tries to dismiss Eddie’s comment, stating he doesn’t need any more therapy and starts punching the bag again.

Eddie reaches out and grabs the bag, stopping Buck from throwing another punch when Buck vocalizes that all he wants to do is hit things, After Eddie has Buck’s full attention, he reminds Buck, that he went thru a similar phase and that he doesn’t recommend it. He looks at Buck in in the eyes as he states that.

Buck is still upset, but is distracted momentarily by Maddie calling his phone. This call causes Buck to aggressively kick the punching bag. Eddie walks away as he sarcastically makes a comment about not understanding why Maddie would be worried.

Buck sits down and starts to catch his breath.

Buck and Maddie talking about how the dinner went. Buck expresses that he is embarrassed about the way he went off on his parents. Maddie stating that he didn’t need to defend her, that she could handle it herself.

Buck points out that she shouldn’t have to, especially not from her own parents. Buck apologizes to Maddie.

Maddie making it a point to tell Buck he is not a disappointment.

Buck pulls out the baby box his parent’s gifted Maddie, expressing that he didn’t realize their parents could be so sentimental. Maddie reminiscing about how their parents were once different, even happier. Buck finding that hard to believe.

Buck finds a photo of what he believes his him. As he looks closer at the photo, he notices an issue with the year it was labeled, and how he wasn’t born yet. Maddie zoning out, before dropping the bomb that they had a brother named Daniel, who died. Buck looking confused and trying to process what Maddie just said

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