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nocturni3 · 9 months

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Miguel O’Hara x male reader: Daddy appreciation

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(TW: incorrect Spanish I’m not a Spanish speaker sorry, praise kink, IVF reference, infertility issues, depression, infertility treatment, IVF struggles, fatherhood, anal sex, handjob, body worship, doggy style, becoming parents, celebrating, slight daddy kink, slight public teasing, slight car sex, edging, stomach bulge, breeding kink, submissive headspace)

Months passed since the two lovers became engaged and things couldn’t be better for them both. It was as though things were beginning to look up for both Miguel and M/n as they moved outside the city; away from the loud noises, most of the crime, the stresses of Miguel being spiderman.

After Tyler Stone vanished after his failed attempt at getting his CEO position back from Miguel, Alchemax was slowly turning into a big corporation that began to take the city's poor and lower classes protests seriously. A corporation that both M/n and Miguel could be proud to work for.

With the help of Miguel’s mother as his secretary much to both men’s surprise she was good at both being a threatening force and yet a silvered tongued negotiator. What’s more M/n’s department got more funding to extend a larger hand in downtown clinics and ERs providing them with the newest and safest tech during surgeries, and treating illnesses and diseases that had been neglected by Tyler Stone.

It allowed M/n to move all his major work as head of the medical engineering department to their home; it felt unreal as though this shouldn’t have been possible for Miguel to live happily in a loving relationship with a house, and a ring on both fingers. Spiderman was needed less and less as most of the villains that littered the city were falling back into the shadows with Alchemaxs change of CEO, the change needed for a better future for everyone.

Looking around his new and much larger office that Miguel shared with M/n; he sighs, taking off his tinted glasses as he shuts the hologram screen off; after signing off another approval for the start of a more powerful environmental power grid to be placed downtown. To help clean the pollution and gasses that permeated the air quality.

Rubbing his sore eyes Miguel sighed as he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to breathe in the smell of M/n cooking them both an early lunch before their doctor appointment. An appointment they both were excited but scared to go too. After all it would be their 5th appointment of seeing if Miguel’s constant supplements had helped any with his sperm count; one of many side effects of his DNA being spliced with a spider. An effect he hated, despised so much that Miguel was losing hope with each failed test, with each failed attempt at fertilizing the donor's eggs; eggs that were running low with each failed appointment.

Miguel had his fair share of breakdowns as this was their best chance to have a kid, as M/n was deemed infertile the second round of IVF. A fact that had broken the two men; a hard fact that had all the pressure placed on Miguel which M/n tried his best to help Miguel through, but there was only so much his love and support to ease the pain and hole forming in Miguel’s chest each time they got the news of yet another failure.

Even with technically advancing the way it has been compared to the early versions of IVF in the early and mid 2000’s to now with the child being grown in a womb like environment eliminating the risk of miscarriage by a large margin.

There was only so much technology can fix when it came to a genetic code being altered in the way Miguel’s has. Only so much injections of enhanced vitamins could do for a body that was genetically modified, only so much it could fix an already broken-

“Miguel hun, lunch is ready! And your medicine too love

Miguel groaned, rubbing his face even more as the knot in his stomachs made it harder for him to want to eat anything. Made the decision to just ignore this one appointment to just wallow in his own self pity; maybe then Miguel wouldn’t need to take anymore injections. Resting his arms on the glass surface of his office table Miguel felt the tired, mental exhausted tears start to purs into his eyes as he tried his best to control the painful knot in his chest at the thought of this appointment being another nail in his self worth.

M/n looked at the still closed door of Miguel’s and his office. Seeing no sign of Miguel coming out M/n whipped his flour covered hands looking at the plate of hot steaming beef and veggie empanadas he had just finished cooking .

A recipe Conchata had given him after the two revealed their engagement to Miguel’s family; who all accepted the fact it was either accept the two for their love of the other or they’d lose Miguel for good.

M/n remembered holding Miguel’s hand throughout the entire exchange. He still held his finances hand through this difficult time in their lives; wanting to have a child to call their own. M/n despised not being about to take all the weight off of Miguel; he wished he could be the one going through the bull of the stress and pressure of these appointments.

But he wasn’t…he was completely infertile; the Lilly hood of him having a kid even with IVF was zero. The least he could do for Miguel was make him as comfortable as he could for as long as the both of them wanted to keep trying.

After all it was ‘through sickness or health, til death’; the ring on his finger made it all a reality. They were starting the next chapter of their lives together. The wedding was all set up, the venue paid for, their suits tailored and ready. They bought a house! But even that wasn’t enough for what their hearts truly craved for a child; a kid they could both raise and watch grow up with two loving parents; far from the toxic lives the both of them had to endure.

They just had to wait and hope that this appointment was anything but good news for them. Placing the dirty kitchen towel on the counter M/n dusted what was left of flours and spices on his shirt. Before making his way to the closed black door of their modern homes office.

A light knock echoed throughout the house as m/n waited with baited breath for Miguel to answer him. Give him time to regain his composure before m/n enters.

Lyla looked over to Miguel who quickly wiped away the stray tears that escaped his normally composed face. She saw how much the two wanted a kid, even going as far as to pick out names ahead of time while planning their wedding. Even though she was sentient now she was still very limited on what she could do to help.

“Miguel”

“Hm”

Lyla forced a smile as she appeared next to Miguel’s shoulder, leaning over to look into his eyes getting his attention.

“M/n made your favorite!”

Lyla smile widen seeing Miguel’s frown turn into a small smile, as he scoffs his face turning a shade of red as he once again mumbled,

“Shock, ¿qué hice para merecer a alguien como él?”

Lyla disappeared and reappeared, informing Miguel, smiling as she pulled at a holo pad tilting her glasses down on her nose as she spoke in a joking assertive voice.

“Ah well let’s see, you and hot stuff over there met, we’re friends for four years and in that same year became boyfriends, then from then on you two dated, kissed, kissed, oh wow looky! Nope, more kissing, proposal and now you two are trying for a kid!”

Lyla froze her small bit hitting a sore subject as she tossed the holo pad over her shoulder listening to it canish in pixels as she turned to see Miguel’s face turn hopeless once more.

“Trying and failing-“

Lyla quickly appeared in front of Miguel shushing him.

“Listen here! And listen closely Miguel, you're not failing! You and M/n aren’t failing at anything, you’ll see Miguel things will start looking up for the both of you-“

A soft knock at the door was heard as M/n’s voice spoke up. His voice was soft, calming, warm as he spoke to Miguel.

“Hun are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”

Clearing his throat Miguel waved Lyla away who huffed as she disappeared to another part of the house, continuing her installment of security measures.

“You don’t have to ask, this is your office too”

The door Jared opens revealing m/n whose clothes even after his attempt at dusting them off still had flour sticking to his shirt. Miguel smiled at M/n who made his way into their shared office, his eyes falling on the old day of the dead costume now turned spiderman suit that now mostly stayed locked for the time being behind a glass case.

The memories of Miguel saving him from a hostage and mugging, the moments the both of them spent in the other's arms comforting the other. loving each other with all their heart; Looking over to Miguel who began to fidget slightly as he started getting up only for M/n to make his way over to the stressed out man in front of him, placing his hands to Miguel’s tensed shoulders gently pushing him back into the comfortable office chair. Before leaning over the man who's had too much stress placed on his shoulders.

Leaning down M/n smiled his lips grazing Miguel’s, as he spoke his own hands running down Miguel’s muscular shoulders to his thighs massaging the even more tensed muscles. His hot breath landed against Miguel’s now parted lips as his focus turned from the stresses of their appointment to a need for a taste of M/n.

Miguel took in his fiancés appearance, his s/c skin that always seemed to glow anytime Miguel layed eyes on him, his H/l H/c hair that always managed to fall in the right places to frame his handsome features just right; enough to take Miguel’s breath away even after all these years Miguel would somehow still be flustered by the man in front of him.

“I know, but I figured you needed some time to yourself, didn’t want to interrupt your work mr. Sexy CEO”

M/n purred, closing the distance between their lips. Miguel sighed, feeling his entire body feel lighter as his hands reached up to take hold of M/n’s jaw gently rubbing it as they kissed.

The rhythm they kissed, the soft yet yearning for the others lips even after they had pulled away left the two nearly breathless as they stared at the other.

M/n smiled, leaning his face into Miguel’s hand, his own reaching for Miguel’s as they simply took in the atmosphere of this moment. The smell of food filling the air reminded the two of the meal waiting for them. Miguel sighed his face that had once been soft and relaxed after so long of stress now tensed at the approaching appointment. Another disappointment-

M/n kissed Miguel’s temple, feeling the pulse of the stressed out man in front of him who’s heart was beating rapidly.

“I know that face hun; this appointment has to be good news-“

“And what if it isn’t!”

Miguel shut his mouth at his outburst, his eyes burning once more that the thought of their doctors telling the couple more bad news or worse she’d tell them Miguel's sperm fertility was just not improving…that.

“Hun, it’s not hopeless, shock don’t say that anything but that, please.”

M/n’s voice creaked, he shook his head shoving his own feelings down, focusing on what he should say to Miguel who was losing hope.

“What else should I say, Cada visita es solo una pérdida de tiempo. I want to raise a kid with you so badly; I want to have a normal family with no strings attached…but every time we try Esta maldita genética mutante todavía lo arruina todo!”

M/n wiped away Miguel’s tears, ignoring his own that streamed down his face. They wanted to complete their family so badly, to raise their own family, to live a normal calm life. Seeing the man in front of him break down, his heart wide open and exposed, raw with grief and self hatred. He hated seeing Miguel so broken; going from a confident, strong headed, sarcastic hot shot to a broken mess in his arms M/n wanted to just take all the pain away.

“Miguel don’t say that”

“But it’s true, if I never tried to cure myself, never got my genetic code rewritten with a spider we wouldn’t-“

“I wouldn’t be alive”

“Huh-“

“Miguel, if none of this happened to you, if you never became spiderman…I would’ve died that night. Spiderman wouldn’t have saved so many lives, and even if you weren’t spiderman we both know you wouldn’t have just sat by and watched Alchemax keep hurting people. Things happen in ways that force us all to adapt, evolve in ways that shock even ourselves, be it in a positive or negative light. But don’t ever hate yourself ever, no matter what happens now to the future miguel I’m just happy to have you in my life, to have a kid with you and we will Miggy we just have to be patient a little bit longer”

Miguel leaned his head into the crook of m/n’s neck as he let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around m/n waist and back breathing in his scent. Mixed with expensive cologne and food had Miguel’s heart lighten; feeling truly at home in m/n’s arms, holding his soon to be husband.

“Estoy tan cansado de esperar”

“Oh hun I know, I know but we have to try and stay positive the best we can…which food can help com one handsome let’s eat and get you your injection before the doctor tears our heads off”

“Ugh, shock not another shot”

M/n stood up taking Miguel’s hand pulling him up from his chair pulling the muscular taller man against his own chest. The sounds of birds outside singing with the distant sounds of yard drones cutting the neighbors yards. It felt truly like home, staring down at M/n who caressed Miguel’s jaw luring him down for a peak.

“It’s just a small prick, besides hun I made your favorite food; managed to get your mom’s recipe”

Miguel peaked those intoxicating lips once more, his arms wrapping behind his lover's head. Untaloned Mighuel ran his fingers through the soft hair; gently tugging out knots as he gazed into the E/c eyes that stared back at him with such love it only luring him in even more; a siren song with no dangers.

“And how did you manage to do that? That woman keeps her recipes closer to her heart then that hun of hers”

Smirked, M/n flipped his head to the side, side eyeing Miguel.

“I have my ways, she’s not so secretive if you hang her dirty laundry out in front of her. Besides, it’s the least she could do after dragging our love through the mud. Now stop deflecting, let's eat before we go okay. And Miguel I love you just remember that no matter what I love you”

Leaning down Miguel pressed the twos for heads together, smiling allowing his teeth to show. His old confidence came back in full; feel much better than before.

~~~~~~

At that moment he was, but now that the couple sat in their room waiting for their reproductive endocrinologist Miguel became an anxiety riddled mess as he sat on top of the examination table trying to at the very least keep his talons in check as to not hurt the hand that was intertwined with his.

“Shh babe, just remember to breathe okay.”

Miguel tried to follow m/ns advice but even that wasn’t helping as Miguel squeezed his hand slightly as he kept his eyes moving around the room, reading the small posters featuring information on IVF and it’s almost beaconful message of;

‘We make families whole!’

Scoffing Miguel looked over to M/n who had his full attention on rubbing Miguel’s clenched hand, trying to sooth Miguel’s anxiety. Realizing he was hurting him Miguel eased his grip on his reassuring fiancé who leaned over in his chair placing a tame kiss upon Miguel’s quivering one.

His voice was like satin, soft and calming as he spoke with such confidence Miguel yearned to have such hope like M/n had.

“She’ll be here real soon hun, they are very busy today”

“I know but we’ve been waiting for an hour! Can they get this over with-“

“Hey now what did we talk about in the taxi hun?”

Miguel wanted to cop attitude but seeing the look M/n gave him Miguel sighed, taking a deep breath calming his already breaking heart at the news he knew they’d get once again. Breathing out Miguel pressed his head against M/n’s staring at their interwoven hands staring at the red diamond that sat set into the tungsten carbide band engraved with the couples most charashed phrase,

‘Mi única luz en la vida’

Words Miguel knew were far more truer now than ever before. His gaze soon fell to staring at m/n who smiled softly, even though he looked hopeful Miguel sensed he was just as much of a nervous wreck as he was.

“Try and stay hopeful-“

A small knock interrupted the couples thoughts as their doctor walked in, her holo pad along with her AI who processed the data came walking in. She was anything but a straight to the point, take not shot doctor. As she looked up her glasses caught the bright lights that had Miguel wearing his tinted sunglasses.

“Mr.O’Hara and Mr.L/N; I know you both what nothing more then to know the news-“

M/n smiled his voice loud and excited as he gave Miguel’s hand a slight squeeze as he spoke.

“Do we ever, it’s good news right doc?”

Miguel felt his fiancés hands shaking as they clasped over Miguel’s. Who now comforted M/n as his voice cracked some. Miguel clenched his teeth as tears began to gather.

“You both have been going through the highest levels of IVF, the most expensive treatments for infertility in men your age group and on top of that 5 separate appoints with no promising outcomes-“

‘Here it comes-‘

“Which is why I’m pleased to tell you both good news!”

Tears fell from Miguel’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his and M/n’s hands gripping earthers tightly as the news left the doctors lips, her smile widening as she call for her AI to pull up the photos of a artificial womb with a small fetus floating within a time counting down twirls the date their child would be ‘born’.

“You both will be proud dads of a healthy baby girl! Congratulations!”

M/n yelled out pulling Miguel into a tight embrace, tears streaming down both soon to dads faces. Miguel began crying as well as he gripped the back of M/n’s shirt as he sobbed in pure relief of happiness. Almost disbelief as they stared at the photo given to the two of the child’s ‘ultrasound’. Standing up M/n wrapped his arm around Miguel’s waist as he asked the doctor questions Miguel didn’t bother to pay attention to as he held the photo in his hands, seeing their baby, their own daughter! Alive and healthy, a clear bill of health.

“When will she be fully developed I know this kind of new technology is recently upgraded and such with nutrition and growth potential en-“

“She’ll be born and ready for the both of you to take her home in around 3 months as long as she stays on the growth patterns she’s been showcasing. Rest assured mr.m/l, ohara we’re ensuring this little princess will be well taking cared of and safe”

Both parents sighed at the news, Miguel looked over to M/n who looked about ready to start crying himself at the news. The news they’ve been waiting for so long; was coming true, they’ll be parents with a baby girl running around. A strong, healthy baby girl.

“Now then I’ll just be right outside filling out your paperwork make sure to talk to the front office for your own paperwork to fill out, her name, legal parents that sort of thing, nothing to serious”

Miguel still could barely believe it even as he looked back down at the ultrasound seeing the small fetus that would soon grow into a baby; Their baby, migue leaned his body weight against M/n who smiled tears filling his own eyes as he held his fiancé.

“Thank you Dr.Lee, I-I don’t know how to even word just how much this means to us.”

Dr.lee smiled, placing a hand upon the couple's still interwoven hand.

“No need to thank me for doing my job, and once again congratulations Mr.l/n, Mr. ohara”

The door closed behind the doctor giving the new parents time to process the news of their daughter. M/n squeezed Miguel’s body closer to his as the two stood looking at the small ultrasound of their daughter. M/n smiled as Miguel's lips crashed against his own in a raw emotional moment of tears of both fathers, as overjoyed tears streamed down their faces: as all the stress and heartache finally vanished after months of wanting and waiting for this same news.

“W-we’re having a baby”

M/n smiled down at Miguel pulling his body flushed against his chest his hands gripping him by his waist his fingers soon running up Miguel’s white long sleeve shirt messaging the tension in his back out. Littering Miguel’s tear stain face with peaks with sweet nothings.

“ we’re having a little Gabriella, you did it hun; shock im so happy right now!”

Miguel’s eyes brightened kissing M/n back with a new found exuberance at the realization of this being real. That this was happening, that they were starting a family together. With a daughter they both always wanted Miguel’s hands wrapped around m/n’s neck basking in the joy the two felt,

“I guess this is the part I admit you were right?”

Laughing m/n held Miguel’s face in his hands leaning close enough for their noses to touch.

“Nah, I mean sure it’s nice to be proven right but now all I care about is that our daughter is safe and healthy and taking you out to celebrate…maybe invite the family?”

Miguel laughed, nudging his nose against m/ns shaking his head.

“You just wanna show off Gabriella don’t you”

“And why shouldn’t I? After all she’s our daughter, our strong, healthy, beautiful baby”

~~~~~

M/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself during dinner; and how could he? With Miguel sitting beside him as he spoke to Gabriel who seemed more distant and out of it, Miguel tried not to get sidetracked with the hand that slowly moved its way farther up his thigh. But the more he tried to ignore the hand that rubbed up and down his thigh getting closer to his slowly stirring cock. Trying to calm his body’s reaction Miguel tried asking Gabriel how his own fiancé was doing with her pregnancy.

“Oh she’s fine…when she’s not obsessing over spiderman. After all he’s the protector of the people right?-aye mamá! ¿Para qué era eso!”

Gabriel winced as Conchata hit the back of his head with his palm as she finished drinking her drink. Setting the drink down she turned to Gabe who seemed to know he messed up poorly as she began talking in her authoritative voice that made even Miguel tense up as. M/n tore his eyes away from the uncomfortable situation of watching an adult being ridiculed by his own mother.

“that was for disrespecting the man who managed to keep downtown safe while your stupid fiance and her useless rebel group got in spider man's way most of the time!El hecho de que esa rata sin hogar te haya abierto las piernas no significa que empieces a faltarle el respeto al hombre que está ayudando a tu hermano a sacar el crimen de las calles.”

Miguel had to force his face to stay as blank as he could as he took a bite from his meal, staring at the two members of his family arguing. While trying his best to not buckle against M/n's hand that now cupped his covered cock in his hand.

Messaging the area with a straight face side eyeing Miguel with a look that had Miguel’s stomachs knot up with lust; his cock throbbed against M/n’s hand earning Miguel a smile from M/n as his attention turn back to his mother and brother who were in an argument that was gaining some attention from the other people eating; clearing his throat M/n smiled at the two as he spoke a lovable tone calmed the two in laws down as he spoke.

“What we wanted to tell you both is that well…Miguel did we grab the photos?”

Miguel took a sip of his drink, nodding clearing his throat as he reached into his pocket grabbing the two ultrasound of the IVF womb with their soon to be daughter inside looking in her seventh month. Miguel’s hands shook not from nervousness even though he knew his mother and brother would take it as such but that was far from the reason he was quivering as the hand messaging his slowly hardening cock rubbed and cupped around him firmer.

“Mamá, Gabriel y M/N y yo estamos teniendo un bebé.”

Miguel’s smile widened, handing his mom and baby brother their own ultrasound pictures of his and M/ns baby girl.Gabriel practically yanked the ultrasound out of Miguel’s hand only for his scowl to turn into a look of pure adoring as he looked at his niece, his face beaming at the small image.

Conchata grabbed a hold of the small photo looking at the ultrasound . The stoic scowl that seemed to always be stuck on her face vanished as she looked down at the photo running his hand over the polished image of the baby curled up covering its face.

“Do you know the gender yet?”

Her voice softened as she stared over at the couple who looked at one another for permission. Miguel smiled at his mom,

“She’s a girl, a strong, healthy girl”

“What are you naming her! Did you come up with names yet?”

Gabe shouted as he leaned over the table at the couple.

“Yeah we settled on Gabriella for her. It just fits her don’t you think”

M/n's hand lightened its messaging of Miguel’s covered cock, Miguel’s one hand gripping the hand in place wanting it to stay, to keep its teasing as it stroked the straining fabric against his now hardened cock.

“Sure does! Now I know how to embarrass her haha Gabriel and Gabriella! Genius M/n!”

“Actually man it was Miguel who chose the name. He seemed dead set on the name and who am I to tell him no”

M/n smirked, kissing Miguel on his cheek; Gabriel’s chest clenched seeing the happy couple. Seeing his older brother aka spiderman in a loving relationship while his own as being torn apart because of Spiderman!

Looking away Gabriel grabbed his drink, chugging the rest of the alcohol, getting an elbow in his ribs by his mom who corrected his manners.

“Don’t drink like that”

Resisting the urge to yell at his mom who now favored his more successful CEO brother. Instead Gabe apologizes for his hasty celebration. Congratulating the couple before standing up excusing himself for leaving early.

“Do you want us to pay for a taxi for you Gabe!-“

“No, I'm good! Congrats again miggy!”

Miguel sighed, placing his head into his hands rubbing his temple looking towards his mom, who was now standing up grabbing her jacket, rolling her eyes at Gabriel’s ‘childish behavior’ stating she had to get going. Saying she had an appointment with a friend.

As both of the couple watched as the two rushed out leaving M/n and Miguel alone at the table. M/n’s other hand guiding Miguel’s hurt expression to face him kissing his fiancé who’s family rushed out as fast as they came. M/n knew the family had a toxic streak but to just ditch a celebration of a new member of the family coming soon…m/n knew it cut Migue deep.

Leaning forward M/n pressed his lips against Miguel’s, being glad the couple chose a booth seat as not many people bothered to look at the couple.

The hand that messaged Miguel’s cock gripped his balls harder, fondling them the best they could with; making Miguel pant, trying to keep his face and noises down as they were still in a public space surrounded by intel’s other people.

“We’ll celebrate in our own way after all You're getting pretty horny now aren’t you hot stuff?”

Miguel’s other hand gripped around M/n's wrist for support as his hand began palming his cocks head through his jeans. It took all his will power to not throw his head back from the pleasure and teasing he never knew he missed getting from his other half; who’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his hot breath brushing against Miguel’s skin had his skin shiver with goosebumps all in anticipation…hinging on every word the man in front of him whispered.

“Wanna treat my baby’s daddy just right, gotta make him feel real appreciated”

Miguel let out a soft gasp moan as lips trailed down his jaw to his neck. Miguel couldn’t take much more, his cocks throbbing became painful, his legs were turning into jelly at the images runny through his dirty, horny mind.

Would his throat be fucked raw? On his back taking his lover's cock? Would he fuck him like an animal in heat, pull his hair, mark him. Miguel’s grip tightened around M/n's wrist while his free hands talons tore through the leather of the booths seats.

Feeling M/n smirk against his neck Miguel sighed leaning his head against m/n chest; embarrassed wasn’t the word he’d describe himself, there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came down to their lust for each other, PDA a sign for either of them to get home fast or there was no stopping them from indulging in their carnal desires for pleasure.

For many men Miguel’s size being the ‘bottom’ was embarrassing, to look too weak so fragile for any amount of touch to satisfy their needs. To Miguel it was pure bliss to let the walls down to let someone else take control to be in charge of his own pleasure. Someone like M/n who knew Miguel’s body inside and out, knew ways to make Miguel go limp at the near thought of getting fucked raw with carnal, primal lust and desire.

Feeling m/ns lips leave his neck Miguel clung to him jerking his hips slightly against the hot palm rubbing him through his pants. His focus was beginning to slip with each thrust of m/ns palm against the head of the aching cock. So much heat burning in his stomachs Miguel felt his control slipping even more as his fangs ached leaking bits of his own venom into his mouth mixing with his drool in ways that had his tongue buzzing with the bitter sweet taste.

“Por favor, te necesito tanto que duele el amor”

M/n's hand palming softened its unbearable teasing as he pulled Miguel’s head into his neck area as his voice shouted out to their waitress. Miguel’s large muscular body tenses at slight fear of being caught in the act had Miguel regain some sense through the cloud of heated lust.

“Excuse me, could you call up an auto taxi please? We both must have drank more than we thought.”

Miguel let out a strained moan at the sudden strong rubbing that started once more. His mind rendered into a fog of pleasure struggling to keep itself focused on the act of staying aware of the situation they were in. He could hardly even focus on what their waitress was saying.

“Oh of course sir I’ll go do that right away, was your automatic payment set up for when you leave?”

“Oh yeah it’s all set up, tell the cooks good job on the food yeah and here's a tip for the trouble.”

“Oh there’s no need but thank you so much sir, the taxi will be here soon!”

Miguel let out a groan of relief with the deparcher of the young waitress. Trying his best to play it off as him being ‘drunk’ that didn’t stop M/n from kissing down his jaw to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin near Miguel’s ear; sucking the skin leaving hickeys from his jaw down his neck. The grip Miguel’s talons had on the leather seat tightened even farther, tearing more of it in their wake of pleasure.

“joder a la mierda por favor necesito sentir tus manos a mi alrededor, I can’t take it anymore-“

“Mr.l/n your taxi is here!”

Miguel’s face tensed his eyes clenched shut, his lips swollen from his teeth biting down to keep the moans from pouring from them. But m/ns hand didn’t light up even as his sweetened voice. But Miguel knew the slight straining behind it as M/n's hand tugged Miguel’s shirt from his pants helping Miguel hide his rage ig boner as the two stood up.

M/n gathered most of their stuff, wrapping his hand around Miguel’s waist as he ‘helped’ Miguel walk outside to their taxi that waited for them, it became harder to walk from the anticipation of whatever was in store for him once they both got into the hover car.

Tossing their coats into the hover car M/n held the door open for miguel who only had one foot into the car before hands rubbing up his covered spine before lips kissed behind his ear, Miguel groaned when a hand gripped his straining cock firmly before letting Miguel go to get into the taxi.

The autopilot chimed on,

-“Please enter in destination requirements”-

M/n closed the doors hatch, without hesitation M/n swung his leg over Miguel’s legs straddling, his knees m/n’s face blocking much of Miguel’s view as he racked his hands all over Miguel’s muscular body.

Both adults eyes filled with lust for the other, Miguel’s body could help but shake as hands that weren’t his own started running up his thighs landing just shy of the raging cock that throbbed underneath the slowly staining fabric. Miguel barely had time to hit enter on the holo pad before the hands unbuttoned the jeans and took the pre-dripping cock out from the straining fabric.

No matter how hard Miguel tried he couldn’t hold back the unrestrained pornographic moan that escaped. He’s never felt this much lust in his life, it was almost suffocating as the hand started it unbearably slow pumping from head to base. It was as if with each stroke of the hand left Miguel more breathless than before,

Throwing his head back to the back stead’s headrest M/n's free hand took a handful of Miguel’s dark locks making him stare into e/c eyes. Miguel groaned, staring at the man he was marrying, having a kid with, and fell so deeply in love with it nearly hurt to feel him all around him.

Leaning forward M/n smirked, his voice heated, hot, and horny all for Miguel to make the man under him feel appreciated, worshiped, and valued. And that was exactly M/n planned to do, make Miguel’s walls come fully down to fuck him in ways that would make them both so exhausted the next morning they’d just stay in bed and bask in the afterglow of sex but the new found strength both parents had now for their daughter.

“¿Qué quiere papá que haga? What can I do to make him feel appreciated?”

Miguel’s mind was slipping, slipping into the pools of light headed lust. Pleasure building painfully slow in his guts, the weightless feeling of the hover taxi waiving past other hover cars only added to the feelings of his mind slipping into giving all power to the man over him.

All Miguel felt was appreciation from the man in front of him, sighing as lips trailed down his lips to his neck, the warmth wet trail left from his fiancés tongue left in its wake had Miguel craving for more of m/n.

“Ah, ¡joder! No sé”

-“please refrain from contaminating the back seat; if you proceed to do so you will be charged extra for any cleaning services that will be required”-

The automated voice sounded over the taxis inner speakers of the back seat. It sent an electric shock through Mighuels body as he made an attempt to fix himself, only for a hand to push his back against the plush seats of the Taxi. Soft swollen lips pushing against his own, M/n’s voice lustful, soft and jokingly tone all slipping through his voice as he spoke against Miguel’s slightly parted lips.

“You do know; you’ve known for months what you’ve wanted me to do to that body of yours; you just have to tell me how you want it daddy, this is all for you to feel appreciated”

M/n pulled Miguel by his shirt, closing the space between their lips in a heated kiss. Miguel moaned, letting his mind give in; opening the floodgates as Miguel’s hands ran their way up M/n hips grinding his hips up with each jerking motion the hand around his cock pumped. Pre leaking down the thick Vick onto the hand, lubing it up even more to pump faster.

The air around the lovers heated up, the smell of sex and sweat mixed together with their colones that only became stronger the more they sweated. Miguel’s mouth limply hang open his forehead resting against M/n’s chest watching his cock vanish and reappear as the hand twisted at the head making it leak even more pre, drool dripping from his mouth as he watched his cock get pumped with the hand; spit joint the pre in lubricating m/ns hand in jerking Miguel more efficiently.

“Remember Miggy we can’t make a mess”

Hooking a finger under Miguel’s chin M/n lifted his face to look at the existence of the state Miguel was in. What he saw had his own cock throb painfully at Miguel’s flushed face, his unfocused eyes, the drooling mouth that revealed his fangs that seemed like they were even losing control over their venom leaking out, Miguel’s messing hair clinging to his forehead. M/n smirked down at his blissed out minded fiancé who’s arms clung loosely on his hips.

“ w-want you inside, hmm ah”

Miguel moaned his head leaning against M/ns hand, his body was in a state of plearsureable numbness. The only thoughts going through his mind was the thought of M/n cock filling him up with is seed. In a primal part of his mindset miguel craved to be filled to the brim with M/ns kids.

“Want your cum…in me filling me”

“Oh? And why does daddy want my cum?hmm”

Twisting his hand harshly at the reddening tip of Miguel’s cock; m/n moaned watching Miguel’s body shake involuntarily with Miguel’s whines from the amount of pleasure.

Miguel couldn’t take anymore his cock,his stomachs, even his ass ached for his fiancés cock to fuck him raw and full with cum.

“I want more kids, want you t-o fill me with them ahh, carajo!”

Miguel stammered his request filled M/n with such primal desire to do just as his future husband asked. Fill him full of his cum, his kids, to get him pregnant; to give their baby girl Gabriella siblings right away.

It was a part of Miguel’s brain that had these instincts programmed into him from the desisted, it made Miguel feel nothing more than a needy animal but in a way it was part of Miguel that he couldn’t hate…not when it made sex feel so fucking good.

Yet Miguel wasn’t prepared for his pants to be yanked as far down as M/n could manage before he got sexually frustrated enough to the point he removed his hand from Miguel’s burning cock to O’Neal down in between Miguel’s legs yanking his stained jeans the rest of the way off.

Licking his lips as he stared at Miguel’s pre-covered cock to his twitching hole. Shoving his own fingers into his mouth not knowing just how deputed Miguel’s venom was;

“Don’t give me those sexy eyes, I’m not gonna risk getting paralyzed by that venom of yours again.”

Throwing his head back in frustration Miguel knew M/n was valid in his concerns last time they were lost in this kind of lust he was paralyzed for a good part of the day stuck with a raging boner.

Opening his eyes Miguel looked down at M/n who was sucking on his own fingers coating them in his spit, while his other hand grabbed ahold of Miguel’s thigh guilding it over his shoulder showing off the puckering ring of muscle that craved for him.

Feeling his face heating up to a point Miguel could only moan as fingers began their teasing taunts with each small push, a slight probe. Whines escaped Miguel’s lips as one of his hands gripped his own hair the other made its way to his beading pre cock. Only for the hand to get slapped away.

Shocked, Miguel looked down to M/n whose face was in between the two mounds of ass, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle, loosening the inside enough for a finger to shove it’s way all the way to his knuckle.

“Amor a la mierda por favor déjame eyacular”

Miguel’s struggling voice whines his free hand reaching down to M/n hair gripping his fingers into the soft messy h/c. Pulling m/ns head closer with each brush made on his prostate. The burning pleasurable sort of pain each time a finger was added along with the tongue that still eases the ring of muscle open.

Stretching Miguel’s ass farther, the heights of Miguel’s nearly climax was at its peak, the knot that formed altightened, heightening his senses even higher than before as blood rushed to his ears the corners of his eyes started to go white with pleasure.

All stopped once the autopilot spoke once more the voice alerting them of their nearly destination in a few moments. Causing the head between Miguel’s shaking thighs to retreat, along with the tongue that Miguel had gotten so used to the warmth of inside him.

Letting out a desperate breath Miguel looked down at M/n. Whose face was just as flushed as Miguel’s as he stared back, his fingered scissoring Miguel’s still tight hole open; preparing him just the way he wanted.

All while he stroked a hand against Miguel’s neglected cock that leaked far more the more teasing M/n did.

“Look at yourself you sexy beast, being scissored and stretched with one hand while being given the best handjob with the other and still you want me. Shock I love it when you let me take care of you baby, so sexy”

Miguel’s hands clasped M/n head weakly hinting at his desperate want for their lips to mean once more. Chuckling M/n continued his assault of his fiancés ass and cock. Their lips barely brushed against the other when the hover taxi sounded;

-“destination reached! Scanning; cleaning required your holo card will be charades as such for a cleaning crew, enjoy your day”-

M/n smirked down to Miguel’s exposed body, exposed to him and him only; Miguel’s muscles that were flexed made the shirt he worse tight and cling to parts of his body that had M/n drooling himself while racking his eyes down the masterpiece of the body before him.

Miguel’s cocked twitching with the lack of attention went for his ass as it tried to pull his fingers deeper. Latching onto Miguel’s soft spot on his neck resulting in slightly taloned hands to grip his shoulder breaking the skin slightly: the pain was worth more of those sweet, addictive moans being pulled from those plump lips.

“Shock Miguel keep doing that and I might let you fuck me instead”

Miguel’s groan tugging on M/n’s suit wanting him to be in the same amount of undress he was right now. Miguel wanted him inside, fucking him raw and primal to worship his body like he knew M/n would.

“cariño, please get me into the house and you can do whatever you want with me!”

His head rolled back as M/ns fingers retreated out from his ass, with a wet sound as they pulled fully out leave his hole twitching for something to clench, to suck deep within itself.An invention M/n would soon take

“When you put it like that how can I say no”

Miguel let out a shaking breath as hands brushed up his chest all the way down to the jeans that were still down at his ankles.

“Shock I can’t stop looking at you; fucking beautiful”

Lips ghosted down Miguel’s thighs, the trail of kisses were near unbearably sweet; it had him breathless all while M/n pulled his Jeans up, his boxers covering most of Miguel’s hyper sensitive cock.

The fabric now covering him up had Miguel panting as he resisted the urge to pull the clothes off his hyper sensitive cock. The fabric brushing against his slightly exposed head had Miguel squeezing his legs together as much as he could as the two made their way into their house.

A house that already held so many memories and would hold more. A clean organized house, with modern furniture decorating the interior of the modern home. The only messy part could be spotted in the kitchen which was getting cleaned already by LYLAs drones.

Miguel’s scenes were in overdrive; the smells of both men perforated the air of the house with their colognes, and now the smell of sweat, and sex that clung to the two. The smells are becoming stronger in their bedroom. A room that houses all the smells that had Miguel's instincts go wide.

It all had Miguel’s head spinning as he turned to M/n who smirked as he threw their suits onto the floor seeing the darkening lust that poured into Miguel’s eyes just before he pulled his other half on top of him.

M/n gasped as their bodies hit the plush bed; Miguel’s face was redder than m/n had ever seen it, his hair was messy sprawling over his face and bed. His fangs catching the dimmed lights as miguel spoke his voice thick with a need to be fucked, to be filled with cum.

“Love you; want more of you”

“Yeah?”

“¡Sí, por el amor de la mierda, por favor, que me jodan!”

M/n practically ripped Miguel's clothes off leaving the far more stronger man naked and bare underneath his body. Miguel’s broad figure relaxed moaning with each light touch M/n left on his skin. Any amount of lips that licked up the sweat that ran down Miguel’s anticipating body.

M/n loved seeing Miguel so lost in the ecstasy of it all. Watching him shiver,buckle, beg underneath him seeing him finally let go of all the stress and pressure that the last few months placed on him. Now he gave in, allowing himself to feel everything all at once.

M/n took his time stripping his own close off his body, giving the desperate Miguel underneath him something to enjoy with each curse word that poured from Miguel’s lips with each piece of clothing thrown elsewhere in the room.

Miguel, sexually frustrated made a move to pull M/n down to him but it only resulted in him being flipped into his stomach. Gasping as hands gripped his hips, pulling them flushed with a straining pair of pants that covered a raging cock under eight rubbing ever so slightly against Miguel’s prepped plum ass.

“Such an impatient daddy; maybe I should punish you-“

“No!”

“I guess you're right, this day is all about you, about making you feel really loved. Is that what you want for me to shove my cock inside this needy hole?”

Miguel’s talons released from his fingers gripping the thick blanket underneath the two, the unstable fibers of the blanket resisted the tearing from Miguel’s claws. Miguel looked over his broad shoulders seeing M/n tossing his pants off the bed along with his boxers leaving them both fully naked, a fact that had Miguel pushing his ass back against the cock that now rubbed its pre leaking head between the two mounds.

Miguel arched his back as the head teased his waiting, ache hole. The heat radiating from m/n legs and cock that pressed flushed with Miguel’s body had him moaning tears of joy ran down his face with the burning pleasure rippled through his ass up to his head.

As m/n started to slowly push the head of his cock inside Miguel. Hearing M/n’s low moans against his lower back, groaning about Miguel’s tightness that clenched around the head.

“Shock, miggy your ass is pulling me in so well”

Miguel moaned loudly at the praise, taking pure bliss of feeling so fucking full of M/n’s cock. Each each raised Miguel’s moans higher and higher, the addictive burn of his ass adjusting around the cock that fox in oh so perfectly had Miguel’s rolling his hips. M/n's hands grip on Miguel’s hips tightening as he holds back to give Miguel some time to breath only for Migue to buck his ass back slamming the rest of the cock into him.

“Fuck miguel! Ah”

“sí se siente tan lleno querido, más quiero todo lo que tienes"

Miguel managed to get his arms under him, his talons gripping tighter on their blankets; the glow from the fibers resisting the tears had the dim room glowing faintly as the illuminated the two pleasure lost men.

Miguel threw his head back moaning loudly as M:n hips gave in fully to Miguel’s demands. An iron grip on Miguel’s hips would bruise the next morning from the intensity of m/ns thrusts had Miguel voice breaking mid moans. In no time m/ns cock found Miguel’s prostate ramming into the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

Electrifying pleasure after pleasure had Miguel screaming as his vision began to turn nearly white as the pleasure blinded him. His knees began to lock up the feeling of the nearly inhuman speed his fiancés thrusted into his tight ass had Miguel railing for more.

Thrusting his own hips back against m/ns the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in their room the smell of sex and sweat became nearly as intoxicating as the pleasure. The nails in his hips trailed separating one wrapping itself around Miguel’s dripping reddening cock pumping the cock in time with his thrusts stimulating Miguel’s nerves even more. Miguel’s mouth hangs open saliva escaping his mouth that is now mixed with his venom making for a sweet but bitter taste to be a constant in his mouth.

Before Miguel had time to realize the other hand trailing threw his hair it was already to last as M/n pulled Miguel’s head back, both arms wrapped around Miguel’s body pulling the pleasure lost man to his own chest allowing lips and tongue to trail down Miguel’s neck leaving hickeys and bite marks in their wake.

Miguel’s moans turned into whimpers as the increased intensity of m/n thrusts became harder and faster the knot in Miguel’s stomachs was reaching its breaking point; Miguel’s cock was leaking an amount M/n's hand was covered in the pre.

“Ah, look down Miggy, fuck my cock is filling you good hun”

Miguel did as he was told with slight resistance from the still tight grip M/n's hands had in his hair. What he saw had Miguel nearly lose his instinct riddled mind as a bus able bulge could be seen with each harsh unforgiving thrusts.

“Go on, fill it, fill just how much I’m filling you baby; rub that cock filled stomach of yours for me.”

Miguel threw his head back as another dead-on hit to his prostate was made, his head resting against M/n shoulder. His hands trailed up to his stomachs moaning at each thrust had the bulge protruding from Miguel’s stomachs to rub against his hands.

M/n was right he was filling Miguel so good, so much filled him Miguel never wanted this to end the feeling the cocks head gave him with each thrust had Miguel’s brain want to believe it wasn’t a cock but his and M/n’s child growing inside of him. A baby bump; that a child was growing inside of Miguel.

“Shock M/n more ¡Lléname, cum dentro de mí por favor! quieres darle a Gabriella un hermano quiere a tus hijos, amor”

“Ah fuck keep t-talking like that and I’ll loose it hun”

“So close to, ah shock, shock please so close! W-anna feel you cum inside me!”

The knot that’s been building in both of the two lovers grew to its breaking point. The pain melded with the pleasure of the pressure build up had Miguel gripping M/n's ass keeping him in place the best he could while his screams of pleasure filled the room ; ropes of cum splattering all over the bed sheets and m/ns still pumping hands.

Wet skin slapping movements filled the air of the couples room; as a tear stained Miguel gasped for any amount of air he could get as his body shook only for a moan to rip be ripped out of him as his hand felt M/ns hips sputtering in a final harder thrust up into Miguel’s tightening hole; the bully Miguel felt twitching harshly against his prostate as his inside were flooded with m/ns hot seed. Made Miguel buckle his own hips into the air as yet another unexpected second orgasam hit him.

Grabbing hold of M/n's hair Miguel sighed, feeling his lover's lips soothing him. Soft lips trailing up Miguel’s neck to his jaw. His hand turning Miguel’s fucked out expression towards him peppering kisses all over Miguel’s face that scrunched up in discomfort as 5the now softened cock slipped from his cum dripping hole.

Leaving Miguel whining yet moaning at the soft attention he was receiving from M/n whose other hand rubbed what was left of Miguel’s cum on the now dirty blanket. Before stroking Miguel’s aching thighs and hips.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Miguel laughed, opening his eyes to stare at his worried fiancé who’s shoulder bore more damage compared to Miguel’s soon to be bruising hips.

“You're asking me? Last I checked I’m not bleeding anywhere”

“Yeah yeah smart ass, fuck I love you so much“

Interweaving his fingers through the h/c hair Miguel breathed in m/ns scent now mostly smelling of Miguel and sex Miguel relaxed basking in their afterglow.

“Yo también te amo, m/n”

Feeling m/n face pressed into Miguel’s neck Miguel relaxed as he continued to play with his lover's hair; feeling him speak against his neck a statement that had Miguel’s chest ache with just how much he loved his man holding him.

“And I love our daughter; I’ll protect both of you the best way I can I swear, I’ll keep you both safe no matter what”

“Now you’re stealing my lines”

A chuckle tickled Miguel’s sensitive neck as they both chuckled while caressing each other's bodies, messaging out the aching muscles.

“Sure am, we deserve a normal life don't you think, a nice long vacation”

“And just how long is this vacation lasting?-“

“The rest our lives; raising our beautiful baby”

The couple intertwined their hands M/n looking down at Miguel’s ring around his finger, the joy and light feeling of finally finding the family he’s spent all his life searching for was here. Had always been here in his arms for years and now another part of their family is one her way as well.

Pulling Miguel’s hand to his lips both Miguel and M/n kissed their ringed fingers, nudging ‘em their head together as they basked in the love they held for each other and their daughter.

Nothing would change that…ever.

Part 6 final

( damn this turned out very long and angsty and soft all at the same time! Hope y’all like it!)

#fanfic #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #male reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #oneshot #miguel ohara x reader #top reader #bottom miguel o'hara

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Jealous and possessive abby - not in a toxic or abusive way but maybe you guys went to a party and your ex or some random decided to act up and be crazy and start hitting on you when everyone knows you're hers so she starts getting protective and marking her territory - she never blames you for it but she just wants to remind you who you belong to so she feels better with your consent if course and you find it hot asf

𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x afab!reader

tags: alcohol consumption, mild language, theres a gross man, abby is possessive (per the request), i think that should be everything???, i still stuck at tagging

a/n: was lowkey stuck on this prompt bc i don’t remember the last time i did smth like this but also, i procrastinated like, a lot. tbh i don’t rlly ever proofread anything i write i just post it with a hope and a prayer but wtv! i hope yall enjoy this. 🤍😙😙

bodies filled the house you and abby were currently in. the air smelled like alcohol, sweat, and a mixture of cologne and cheap perfume. this wasn’t particularly your scene, but abby wanted to go since one of her friends were hosting the party. you sorta stood on the wall, nursing a cup of.. something abby mixed for you. she wanted to prepare your drink herself. yknow, cause people are weird and like dropping shit in your drink without your knowledge. the screen of your phone illuminates your features softly under the red and purple LED lights. nobody dared to bother you much because everyone knew you were abbys girl. god, she never shuts up about you! but it’s only because she loves you so much. she also did it because she wanted to make your relationship known, and she’d gladly knock the lights out of anyone who dared to approach you cause she didn’t play that game.

the necklace around your neck had her initial on it. she’d gifted it to you during valentines day last year. it glints a little from the light coming from the screen of your phone. you’d been mid sip when some piss drunk man came stumbling over to you. and suddenly your settings app looked interesting as hell! he stops infront of you with a woozy smile and a flushed face from drinking. lowkey, he was like, really ugly. he’s the kind of guy a girl would only fuck in the dark. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” he asked as he looked you up and down with obviously lustful eyes. “ah, im.. actually not alone. im here with someone.” you say as you give him an awkward smile and a chuckle. “i don’t see ‘em. why dontcha come with me? we could go back ‘t my place.. maybe order somethin’ to eat.” you politely decline and give him another awkward smile. while trying to ward this man off, you text abby.

“theres some guy over here flirting w/ me, help!!” you text her while trying as much as possible to ignore the man. he was relentless! he just wouldn’t stop talking and making gross comments. you look up from your phone to find your girlfriend pushing her way to you, through the couples grinding against eachother and making out. she smiles as she approaches you, then wrapping her arm around your shoulders. you lean against her. “so, who’re you?” she asks as she looks at the man, then tossing him an icy glare. “who am i? why should i answer you?” the man had a raised eyebrow and he’d been holding a now empty cup. “well, cause you’re hitting on my girl. so you should probably tell me why you’re doing all this.” her voice was low, raspy and a bit threatening. her possessiveness was dumb attractive, and you surely felt a little hot!!! “hah, this is your girl? she’s outta your league, bro. just give ‘er up. ill treat ‘er soo much better.” the man had become bold. abby didn’t like that. “mm.. nah. she’s fine with me. aren’t you, baby?” she asks as she looks at you. you nod with a small, stupid smile on your face. she presses a kiss on your forehead before she looks back at the man.

her touch had lingered on your skin even when you knew she wasn’t touching you. she sits on one of the chairs with a sigh and you sit next to her. “god, people are so disgusting!” abby said as she lets out an exasperated sigh. she hated when people treated you that way. but you just couldn’t seem to forget that voice she spoke in. the raspiness made this sorta electricity shoot through your veins. she was rambling about something, but you’d began listening when she’d been nearly finished speaking “—that shit wasn’t okay, and nobody should be treating my girl like that. i mean, gosh, some people just really can’t take a hint can they? i was so close to punching him just like id done that other guy but i controlled myself. and, ill just say, it isn’t your fault. i just really don’t like that. you don’t deserve that. not at all.” her voice softens towards the end of her sentence as she places her hand on your thigh gently.

your hand finds itself over hers and you smile at her. “sometimes you gotta punch people for ‘em to understand, yknow?” abby says as she looked at you with the same softened gaze. “abby, no, i will absolutely not be punching anyone… that’s what i have you for. and you hit like, waaaaay harder.” you chuckled. “well, maybe i should show you how to hit real hard.” you shrug, and she smiles at you, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “how bout we get outta this shithole?” she suggested with a smile. “oh, yeah. let’s go. im literally starving!” the both of you nod as you begin walking off the porch. as you walk to the sidewalk, the guy from earlier comes running and stumbling out of the house. he was after abby. you noticed and alerted her. “oh shit, we’d better run!” she grabs your hand and the both of you run to her car, giggling and looking back at the man (whos running slow as a snail) and forward at her car.

#wlfabby #adria answers anons #tlou #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #the last of us part two #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #reader insert #tlou x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby anderson x female reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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Treat You 7

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note:Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

When Peter returns, he’s not alone. You stand, feeling gangly as you hunch, as he introduces his friend; Ned. You offer a tense smile and your name. He’s friendly, like Peter, but still a stranger.

“Yo, Pete,” Ned approaches the TV, “why are we not racing for the mushroom cup right now?”

“Ned,” Peter drones.

“He’s a sore loser,” Ned scoffs as he grabs two colourful shapes; one red, another blue. As he nears, he holds one out to you. The buttons on it suggest some sort of controller. “So, how about it, you ready to dethrone the champ?”

“Take it easy on her, Ned,” Peter slides a tray of crackers and cheese between the bowls of chips.

“I’m sure she’s not half as bad as you.”

“Um, I never…” you take the controller and rub your lips together, “I’ve never played… actually.”

“Ah, a noob, no worries then,” Ned plops down on the couch, “we’ll play easy.”

“Oh, uh, okay, I guess, but er…” you look around, “if Peter wants to play–”

“Actually, I need to listen for the door,” Peter counters.

“Right,” you turn back to the TV and sit. You thumb the stick and examine the buttons as the loud music erupts from the speakers.

“So this one you can steer, or you can tilt the controller,” Ned explains, and you press this button to go…”

You try to keep track but you’re not too sure. It seems pretty intuitive. You think.

A new screen comes up and there’s an array of characters to choose from. You choose the princess in the yellow dress over the dinosaur. You wait for the first track to load as your hands sweat around the controller.

The first lap has you veering and crashing but on the second you get a handle of it. It’s not as hard as it seems. Your usual clumsiness doesn’t translate to the digital. You come in fifth. Not as bad as it could be.

As you wait for the second race, voices carry from behind you. You turn as two girls and a guy enter. Ned peeks over, “hey.”

“Hi,” one of the girls chimes back as she approaches, “oh, you must be the one Peter mentioned. I’m Gwen,” she announces, “MJ,” she points over her shoulder, “and Harry.”

“Oh, okay,” you stand again, awkwardly swaying on your long legs, “do you wanna play?”

“We can wait,” she assures, “actually, we’re going to check out the snacks.”

“Right, uh, nice to meet you,” you murmur and sit back down.

Ned asks if you’re ready and you nod. He hits a button and a new race begins. You’re silent as you focus on staying on the road.

“I’m no good at parties either,” he says suddenly, “not that this is much of one. Peter’s not exactly the cool guy.”

“Right, er, it’s… just a lot of strangers.”

“Relax,” Ned says, “I’m gonna get you good. You’re gonna beat them all.”

You laugh, a bit less nervous as he keeps it light, “yeah, I… I’ll try.”

“Pizza,” Peter’s voice punctures the din.

“Finally,” Ned groans but keeps playing, “save me a slice of deluxe.”

The savoury, greasy scent permeates the room almost instantaneously. Your stomach roars but you focus on the screen. You bump another character out of the way as you squint. You’re almost done the last lap.

“Hey,” Ned says, “that was me.”

“Oh, sorry,” you utter as you cross the finish line.

“Woo, first place,” he nudges you lightly, “see, you’re a natural.” He stands as your stomach continues to gurgle, “I’ve trained you well, young padawan.”

“Um,” you furrow your brows.

“Right, not a Star Wars fan, noted,” he smirks, “anyways, I’m starving. How about we feed that dragon in your belly?”

You look down, embarrassed.

“I’m okay,” you say.

“There’s plenty to go around, better get it while it’s hot,” he insists and leaves the controller on the armrest.

You reach over to do the same but stay seated. Your stomach really hurts and your head is starting to pulse. You should eat but you just feel… out of place. Like you shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong and you don’t deserve to share all this nice food.

“Hey, you like cheese,” Peter sits beside you, “got double.”

He holds two plates, hovering one before you.

“Oh, you didn’t have to…”

“You can always switch up if you want pepperoni,” he holds the plate before your nose. You salivate. You can’t hold out any longer.

“Thanks,” you accept the plate, nearly shaking as dizziness swirls in your head.

“No problem,” he sets his plate in his lap and lifts the first slice.

You mirror him and take a small bite of the end. You chew slowly, trying not to betray how your stomach clenches violently. You could devour the slice in a single bite but you don’t want them to judge you. You continue with measured nibbles.

“If you don’t like pizza…”

“No, I do,” you assure him. “Thanks, it’s really good.”

“Well, next time, I’ll make sure to get your fave toppings. You like mushrooms? Oh, don’t tell me you’re an anchovies girl.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t… had that,” you shake your head as you pick at the crust.

“Or maybe you’re more into hamburgers? Oh, how about pasta? Sushi?”

“No, no, I like pizza,” you assure him.

“Well, you can help yourself, there’ll be lots of leftovers, I’m sure,” he stands up, his plate empty as you break the crust of your first in half, “you need more water?”

“No thanks,” you focus on your plate.

“Be right back,” he promises and shuffles away.

“So,” the girl named MJ comes around, chewing while she talks. You look up at her and put the crust down. “You and Peter, how long have you been together?”

“Pardon? Together? Oh, I only just met him a few weeks ago–”

“You two must be getting serious,” she says, “you’re a cute couple.”

“What?” Your heart hammers. “No, I–”

“You know,” Gwen approaches, “just like Peter to spring a girlfriend on us without warning.”

Your mouth opens and you blink dumbly. They think you and Peter are together?

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you say.

“Oh, ha, sorry, no labels,” MJ winks, “it’s only what he told us.”

“He said that?”

“To be honest, when we saw you, we didn’t believe him,” Gwen snickers.

You swallow and stand up. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say a word. You take your plate to the table and put it down. You grab a paper towel from the roll and wipe your fingers off as you head for the stairs. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life.

They couldn’t believe Peter would be with someone like you. They’re right to doubt that but it still stings. Just as always, you’re not good enough.

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arachnoia · 10 months

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necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara x nb! reader

in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...

warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish

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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"

"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."

The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.

Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"

Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"

"Excuse me?"

Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"

"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."

Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"

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As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.

"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"

Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."

Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"

Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."

Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"

Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."

He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."

He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.

……..

You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."

You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.

You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.

Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.

You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.

“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”

You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.

“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.

You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.

“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”

“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”

Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.

“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”

He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.

“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.

“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.

You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.

“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.

The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.

“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”

It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.

You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.

The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.

After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.

He liked that about you and how you were so confident.

You were his polar opposite.

Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.

He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.

“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”

You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.

“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”

He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”

Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely…Not.”

You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“

He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”

He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.

“Or what?”

His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.

“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”

You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”

…….

Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”

Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”

“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.

Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.

Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”

Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“

“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.

“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.

While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.

translations-

Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass

Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)

No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you

Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that

Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more

requests are open on my page if you wanna drop one :)

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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TF141 husband reactions when you come home with lipstick on you.

TW: arrangements prior discussed, established relationships, safe sane consensual, there is some dubcon though, so tread lightly

MDNI ever.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

When you walked in the door, the sun was just coming up. You found him in the kitchen, drinking a tea and working on his laptop, getting ready for the day. He peered over the top of his screen as you tried to quietly shut the door. You were still dressed in last night’s clothes; the straps of your heels unbuckled, your dress half-zipped, your braid a total mess.

“C’mere.”

His voice was more than a command. It was an edict. It was as if he was some ancient emperor calling you to the carpet in front of his feet and preparing you for his appraisal.

You were a bit nervous, but you dropped your purse on the floor and kicked off your heels, standing before him, complying.

“Did you have fun?” He asked, snaking his hand up around your knee, traveling north along your smooth thigh, disappearing under your gold, glittering gown.

You nodded, raising your eyebrows a bit. Communicating all sorts of things without saying them.

You have no idea how much fun I had.

She was a dream.

Feel the results of her affection, my love. I dare you.

Finally, his eyes locked on yours, his fingers find your panties missing, and in their place, a swath of soaked skin. Your come has painted your lips and thighs like a mural, telling the stories of tens of orgasms and almost-gasms, and all the mushy, gooey, honeyed activities in between.

Then, leaving you feeling empty, Simon pulls his hand away and studies his wet fingers. One of them comes back pinkish-purple, and he smudges it in confusion.

“Is that lipstick?”

You nod again, holding back a wide smile at the memory of its arrival.

He stands, looming over you, darkening the room like a thunderous cloud, and commands, lifting up the hem of your dress,

“Show me.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

When you showed him her picture a few weeks back, Kyle had given you a sly look,

“I know what you like about her, babes.”

You rolled your eyes, playing coy,

“What! She’s nice. And she has good taste in books. She even plays the piano.”

“She’s got a gorgeous fuckin’ rack, don’t she?”

He laughed at you, cuddling you closer in bed, ribbing you mercilessly. And he was right. You couldn’t stop staring at her incredible breasts, and you wanted to feel their softness against your cheeks.

When you got your wish, he came to pick you up in the car, and Kyle had noticed right away.

“What is that, missus?”

He pulled down the edge of your shirt to reveal a messy trail of red lipstick that started at your mouth and disappeared down your chest.

“Naughty, naughty thing… You know you’ve got a hungry man at home who still expects to be fed. Hope you’re ready to do double duty.”

You shrugged, winking at him,

“She asked if you were coming with me next time.”

John “Soap” MacTavish

You couldn’t tell if he was asking because he wanted to know or because he just wanted to hear you say it. He’d met her, so he didn’t need to give you the twenty questions game, but as he suckled ravenously at your already-punished clit, he asked you anyway.

“What’s ‘er name again, bonnie? Hm?”

His tongue fucked your swollen, hypersensitive pussy with its soft, smooth form, slipping through your spent come and greedily taking it from you, lick by lick.

“Did she eat you like your man does?”

His fingers joined him, pulling an orgasm from you easily as his knuckles pounded against your core, sweeping upwards across your walls and finding the perfect spot every time. Johnny knew exactly where it was as if he had been born with a map.

You grabbed his mohawk, trying in vain to get some relief, but he was too strong.

“Tell me, lass,” his lips were shining like wet glass he was so soaked by your pleasure, “Did you make her lick you?”

“…y-yes. Yes, Johnny…”

“Greedy minx…”

Sitting up, he tapped his heavy cock at your entrance,

“Must’ve done. ‘Cause you’re wearin’ so much lipgloss on this pretty wee cunt of mine, it’ll look like she gave me head after I fuck you.”

Captain John Price

His fingers traced over the near-perfect imprint of her mouth where she had latched onto your breast. John’s other hand had both of yours pinned cruelly above your head, so you couldn’t wipe it away.

His bright, blue eyes studied your face, watching you as he explored your body. Then, he fit his mouth over her lipstick stain nearly mimicking her exact placement, and the familiarity made you moan deeply.

John sucked your nipple into his mouth, obviously pleased he’d gotten it right, and he continued to work you like a puzzle, looking around your flesh for lipstick-colored clues to lead him to success.

His belt made a popping noise as he ripped it from his jeans, the end of it biting across your naked skin as he did so, since he was standing right over you. He used it to tie your hands and loop them over the doorway, and you were trapped.

John found his next target, a stain on your ribs, and he kissed you languidly there, kneeling to reach. Another on your hipbone, and another right against your mons.

While on his knees, he licked across your clit, and you felt your whole body respond to him. You were still reeling from her earlier efforts, and he knew it.

“Did she take care of my pretty little pussy, love?”

“Yes, sir…” you whispered, quivering and swaying against the door.

“Did she use her hands…” he let his fingers dip and play in you just enough to rekindle your flames, “…or her mouth?”

He sucked against your folds furiously, then, eating you not like a man but an animal starved. He pushed your legs apart to get to more of you, sinking his tongue deeper than you’d ever felt it go. It writhed, warm and greedy, against your sensitive hole, tasting the evidence you were hiding.

“She… she did both… sir…” You answered obediently, hoping he was not done with your interrogation just yet.

He stood, towering over you with his huge, hairy body. He was so warm, and you could see the flush on his chest through his dark fur. John smiled down at you like a wolf to a lamb,

“But, no cock, hm?”

You lost what little poker face you had when you looked up at him, the whites of your eyes giving away your shock at his tone,

“…n-no…” You were confused, but you caught your mistake quickly, “No, sir…”

“And after I left you with all of your toys, too… oh, well. Guess I’ll just have to give you mine. Let’s show her what she’s missin’.”

He left you pinned to the door and pulled his fat, flaccid rod from his pants and started jerking himself hard, looking over to where she was laying in your bed, face-up, tied shibari-style to a whirring vibrator, drooling over her ball gag.

John took two of his fingers and dipped them into her, wetting himself on her fluids, using her as lube. Then, he picked you up in his arms, lay you flat on top of her, and fed himself into your body, inch by inch.

Your sweaty skin made you slide against each other. You kissed her mouth around the ball gag, sucking the skin of her neck, hungry for whatever you could reach.

As he fucked you, the vibrator would rock against her clit and yours, clumsily, but just enough to send you both reeling from the shock.

Then, he pulled himself out of you, and you wondered where he had gone, but when you looked down into her face, pupils blown wide with pleasure-filled panic, you knew.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Sunflower Seeds (BAU x cowboy!reader)

Warnings: Death, sadness, abuse, bad foster parents, death of a child, murderous foster parents, smoking, addition (to cigarettes)

Word count: 2403

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heidss @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23 @supercriminalbean @honestlycasualarcade @caffeine-mess @1s3v3n1 @oddmiles @kevyeen @stealing-kneecaps @criminalskies

“This case is a rough one, folks,” Garcia said as she entered the room, handing you each a file. “Some sicko in Colorado is targeting foster kids,”

Hotch made sure the briefing was short, not wanting to waste any time before you all got on the jet.

"What are you doing?" JJ asks.

"Readin' the file." You answered, before offering the bag of seeds you were currently making your way through, "Sunflower seed?"

"Why are you eating sunflower seeds?" She sits down next to you and you shrug.

“Got hungry,” You lied, “‘S all I had in my bag,” JJ rolls her eyes slightly as she chuckles with a smile.

“Garcia’s calling,” Morgan cut your current conversation and you all turned to the laptop.

“Speak and be heard!” Garcia exclaims as she pops up on the screen.

“Have you managed to look up the foster history of the victims yet?”

“The database is running as we speak,”

“These kids were all well behaved,” You state with a sigh, flicking through the file, “I don’t understand how they were in so much trouble at school,”

"I bet you were such a sweetheart as a kid," Garcia teased, the rest of the team chuckling.

"Er, no ma'am, I was not," You answered, embarrassment flushing against your cheeks, "I was actually quite the little shit - pardon my language. I mean I was goin’ through a lot, but that doesn’t excuse my past behaviour, I did chill out at about fifteen though,"

“What happened at fifteen?” Reid asked curiously.

“My Mama and Pops adopted me and Aden,” You said with a small smile.

When you got to the station, introductions and the set up was quick and soon enough, the team had all split up to different crime scenes. Hotch, however, had asked you to stay at the station, to interview different foster kids who might have known or seen something. Hotch had told you that he would be back soon, he just needed to follow a lead with Prentiss.

“Excuse me? Mr FBI Agent, sir?” You look up, a small boy, only about seven. He was the last one to be interviewed (in fact you were about to go and get him for his interview), his foster parents had dropped him off three hours ago and left, claiming that they needed to pick up another one of their foster children from daycare. You had made sure the boy had been comfortable sitting in the breakroom with some snacks, a drink, and a colouring book.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You ask, giving him a small smile.

“I- You are FBI, right?” When you confirmed, he continued, “Is there a way you can tell them to move me to a different foster home?”

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Jacob,”

"I'm (Y/N)," You said, before asking “Why do you want to move, Jacob?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as he answered, “I want to be with my sister.” You swallow the lump in your throat, only having known the worry about being separated from your sibling.

“I can try, kid,” You said, “But I can’t promise anything…”

“They’re not nice people.”

“Who?”

“My foster parents,” Jacob whispered, “They yell… and they throw stuff…” You close your eyes for a moment, being able to read behind the lines.

“How bad is it?”

“It’s bad,” Jacob’s voice wobbles as he tries his best to keep his emotions at bay.

“Hey, kid, look at me,” You crouch down and wait until he’s looking at you, “I’m g’nna make sure this place gets shut down, you hear me?”

Jacob gives a small sniff as he nods, desperately wiping at his eyes. “It’s okay, kid, it’s okay.” You mumbled, pulling him close to your chest. “I promise, I will make sure you go somewhere nice.” Jacob clung onto you tightly and you lightly rocked the pair of you back and forth in hopes of helping him calm down.

“Jacob, your foster parents are here to collect you,” Hotch said as he appears in the doorway and your heart breaks as Jacob only clings onto you tighter.

“Jacob, hey, look at me,” You swallow slightly before continuing, “I’ll do everything I can to get you somewhere else, okay?” He nods as he forces himself to let go of you and stand up.

“Promise?”

“Yeah, kid, I promise.” You reached into your pocket, making sure the foster parents weren’t looking before you handed him your card. “You have access to a phone?” He nods, “Okay, you phone me if you need me, okay?” He gives another nod as he pockets the small card. You watch as Hotch leads him out of the room, to his foster parents and you have to look away for a moment. When you gather the strength, you look back to find Jacob looking at you anxiously, you give him what you hope is an encouraging smile and then he’s gone.

You didn’t account for the foster parents being the killers. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

It’s been maybe five hours since getting back to the hotel when you get the phone call, it’s the middle of the night and you were laid in the dark trying to sleep. When you answer it, Jacob’s scared whisper on the other end of the phone, begging you to come and get him, that he was in the kitchen, and he was scared. And then the line goes dead. You’re standing up and putting your shoes on as you wake Hotch up, only giving him enough time to knock on Rossi’s door before you’re out of the hotel and in one of the SUV’s ready to go.

You all but kick the door off it’s hinges as you enter the house, heading straight to the kitchen, stomach dropping when you see his small figure on the floor. You’re kneeling next to him in an instant as you put pressure on the wound.

“Hotch? Hotch, call an ambulance, he needs an ambulance-” You rush out when he walks into the room. Hotch nods, with a grim look on his face as he takes in the kid’s condition, knowing he’s not going to make it.

"You're g’nna be a'ight kid, you hear me? You're g’nna be a'ight," You give him a small smile, “You’re g’nna be just f’ne,”

“You came?” Jacob’s voice is quiet and you have to strain your ears to hear him.

“Course, kid,” You reply, “You’re g’nna be okay kid,”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, kid,” You answer, voice shaking, “You need’a hold on, a’ight??”

Jacob nods slightly before he goes limp in your arms, “Kid?” You bring a hand up to lightly tap his cheek, “Kid?! Kid, come on! Hotch!” When Hotch is in the room, you look up from Jacob’s face to Hotch, “Hotch, he’s stopped breathing, what do I do?!”

“I don’t think there’s anything we can do.”

“What?” You look up at him, face a mix of desperation and anger, “Hotch, we can’t do nothin’-”

“(Y/N), he’s lost too much blood, nothing we can do will help him,”

“We could try a transfusion-”

“We both know we can’t do that,”

“We have to do somethin’!”

And then the rest of the team (minus JJ - who stayed behind to be with Elena, Jacob’s sister, who had made her foster parents take her to the station in worry for her younger brother, she had quickly told JJ about her ‘big sister intuition’) and the paramedics arrive. It takes Hotch and Morgan to pry away and you want to hit both of them for it. Instead, you get into one of the SUV’s and drive back to the station. You needed to be the one to tell his sister.

JJ looks up when you enter the room, “JJ, can you give us a minute, please?” JJ studies you for a minute before she nods, telling Elena that she’ll be right outside.

“Where’s Jacob?” You swallow heavily as you sit down on the couch, next to Elena.

“I- I’m so sorry,” You begin, “I did everything I could, but he- he didn’t make it,” Elena’s eyes are immediately filled with tears as she stands.

“No, no you’re lying! No!”

“I’m so sorry.”

“This is your fault! This is all your fault! You killed him!” She screams and just hearing it makes your throat hurt. You stare at her, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay as she continues to scream at you. “Your fault! All your fault!” She shouts, hitting your chest as she does, you barely flinch. “All your fault!”

You look up, meeting eyes with JJ as Elena lands another open hand hit against your chest as she yells. Your eyes drift back to Elena as she collapses against your chest, sobbing. “I got you,” You mumble, and she grabs your shirt tightly in her fist as she sobs loudly. “I’ve got you,”

“He can’t be gone,” She hiccups, “He can’t be dead. He can’t be.”

“I’m so sorry,” You mumble, swaying lightly. “I’m so sorry,”

The door opens and closes quietly and your head shoots up. JJ gives you a small smile as she sits next to the two of you, she gently scoops Elena in her arms and gives you a look – telling you to have a moment to yourself. You nod a thanks and leave.

You walk straight to the closest shop – not stopping to talk to any of the team, mind too caught up as to how you still haven’t managed to make an arrest, despite knowing exactly who was behind all of this. Being caught up in your own head also meant that you didn’t hear Hotch tell Morgan to follow you and keep an eye on you.

You were usually so good, whenever you had the urge to pick up a cigarette again, you'd munch your way through your weight in sunflower seeds until it left. But after this case? There was no way that was going to happen now. When you get there, you buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Wasting no time, you sit on the curb outside of the shop, lighting the cigarette now in your hand and taking a long, deep breath. Part of you had missed this.

And then, out of pure luck, you spot Mr Richards, Jacob’s foster dad, crossing the road. You ditch the cigarettes and lighter on the floor and the next thing you know, you’re sprinting after him and then tackling him to the ground. When he struggles, you pull your arm back and punch him, and then again and then- A hand’s on your shoulder, trying to pull you off.

“(Y/N), that’s enough.” Morgan? You ignore him and shrug the hand off, punching him once more before you’re ripped off of him and being held back. Richards is on the floor, groaning. Prick.

The rest of the team all jog to the scene, Prentiss and Reid cuffing Richards and Hotch approaches you and Morgan. “What happened?” He’s looking at you as he speaks, but you assume he’s talking to Morgan, so you continue to glare at Richards, whose nose is still bleeding. You can’t help but smirk slightly at that.

“He tackled him and kept punching,” Morgan answered shortly.

“Take him back to the station, don’t let him see Richards.” Morgan nods as he leads you to the SUV.

You're restless on the flight back, legs shaking, hands fumbling. You knew everyone noticed (it was a bit hard not to), but we're thankful that no one said anything yet. Your body was itching for another cigarette. The familiarity of it between your fingers, the repetitive motion. You place your hand in your jacket pocket, feeling the small box and feel yourself relax slightly.

"Clint Eastwood over here has been smoking," Morgan said.

“So?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“So it’s not exactly good for you,” He answered, you huffed slightly.

“I’m not doin’ this now,” You reply, closing your eyes as you let your head hit the back of your seat.

“Let me talk to him,” JJ says softly and there’s the quiet sound of someone sitting down opposite you, “(Y/N)?”

You open your eyes, finding yourself automatically gazing into JJ’s. “Yeah?”

“Talk to me,” She says softly and you have to look away. You don’t want to spill everything. You don’t want to be vulnerable, not when the others are so close by. You knew the second you started, you’d want to tell her everything, spill your heart out. So instead, you just shake your head.

“I’m fine,” You give a small smile before shutting your eyes once more, you hear her sigh and feel her gently place her hand on your shoulder and then it’s gone and suddenly you feel cold.

When the jet lands, Hotch makes it known that he wants to talk to you in his office. You don’t say anything, you just nod. And so, you follow him to his office.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be too concerned,” Hotch said, “But this isn’t healthy, smoking isn’t healthy. You’re using it as a coping mechanism.”

"I know it's not exactly the best solution-" You began, "But it's better than, I don't know, some coping mechanisms for sure."

“You need to talk to someone about this,”

“I’m fine.”

“(Y/N), I’m serious,” He says, voice stern. “You can’t bottle this up.”

“Hotch-”

“Don’t make me put you on leave, (Y/N).” That hits a nerve and the next thing you know, you’re sort of yelling.

"What do you want me to say Hotch?! I held that kid as he died Hotch!" Your raised voice caught him off guard, you didn't generally raise your voice. "I- I told him he was gon' be 'kay. And then I had to tell his sister he'd died. And what, y’all expect me to just be 'kay after that? I'm sorry to disappoint ‘cause I ain't. N I'm sorry if that means I'm not the person you thought I was or if that somehow disappoints you, but I- I can't just forget about it that easy,"

“Of course you’re allowed to be upset, it’s normal.” Hotch replies, keeping his voice comforting but still stern, something you didn’t even realise was possible until meeting Hotch, “Take the weekend to relax, we’ve all got the time off, see how you feel on Monday, okay?” You nod, mumbling an ‘okay’, “Alright, I’ll see you later, have a good weekend.”

“You too,”

“And (Y/N)?” You turn to him, “Try and quit the habit while you’re ahead,” You give a small nod and leave the office.

#cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #x cowboy reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #david rossi #Jennifer Jareau #derek morgan #Penelope Garcia #emily prentiss #male!reader #male reader #x male reader

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ccbunnv · 3 months

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we have the same name!! 🫶🏻 but like.. imagine 2010 tom as your best friend, and he comes home drunk then starts randomly crying telling you he loves you so much omg ><

we have the same name !!!!!!!!!!! >.<

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 tom x fem! reader fluff

as the moon hung proudly in the pitch black sky, my eyes were fixated on my television screen that was playing the recording of an MTV show where they asked certain bands about things, like recent dramas, rumours, and leaks on their new songs.

the band that was being questioned in this recording was the band my best friend, Tom Kaulitz, was in, named Tokio Hotel. their songs were hella good, and they garnered multiple fans that ranged from pre-teens to young adults.

my eyes landed on Tom, who was playing with his lip ring while responding to the female host's question. my heart wrenched with jealousy, and my brain told me that it was wrong for me to like this man. he saw me as no more than a friend, after all.

I had a crush on Tom since we were kids. I didn't even know how, I just wound up liking him after a few months of being his friend. maybe it was because of his guitar skills, how caring he was under the mask of a womaniser.

I kept this crush a secret for years now, and it's been eating my insides out. I watched as he made girlfriends and dumped them, slept with groupies and shamelessly admitted it. and everytime, I wished that was me instead.

the day he got his cornrows, I remembered he had locked himself in the bathroom and cried until he was shaking. and I remembered him being in my arms, asking me if he truly looked good. and without even hesitating, I said yes.

because he did look good.

he looked great.

maybe I was just biased, but he looked so good with the new do.

I breathed in shakily and exhaled, my irises returning to face the tv screen. Tom was eyeing the show host up and down, checking out her body while still playing with his lip ring.

a pang of jealousy hit me again. god, I hated this, so much.

then, the show host asked, "so, Tom, fans want to know if you're still single after being seen with a mystery girl on the streets."

Tom brought the mic to his lips and laughed a little before saying, "no, I'm not. sorry,"

my heart dropped to my stomach as he said such a thing. he wasn't single anymore? and he didn't tell me? he would've told me almost everything. was he losing trust in me? was it something I did?

I couldn't handle it anymore. I quickly turned the tv on, got off the couch and entered my room. I rushed into the bathroom, turned the tap on and splashed my face with the cold running water.

I tried my best to hold back tears, and it proved to be successful after a couple of breathing exercises. I sighed quietly, thinking I should try and get over him again for the nth time in my entire life.

but then, the door suddenly slammed open and I craned my head to look over at the front door of my apartment. I slowly treaded over, to find a drunken Tom by the doorway, his head hung low.

he then tilted his head up at me and all of a sudden, he exclaimed happily, "y/n!!"

he threw his arms around my neck and held my tight, placing his weight on me. I put a foot back to stabilise myself, while holding him in my arms as well. he reeked of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

"Tom!? what---are you drunk!?" I asked, confused.

"listen, n/n..." he suddenly got on his knees, tugging on my (band) shirt and weeping into it, "I said something so, so stupid..."

"what?" I asked, sighing quietly as I patted his cornrows.

"I told the damn tv show, 'I'm not single'! how will my crush react to this?!" he bawled.

"you can clear it up, Tom, I know you can." I comforted.

"no! I can't! because she's right in front of me and she looks pissed!" he sobbed.

"...er..." I turned around to look behind me but there was no-one. I looked down at him, "okay, I think you're too drunk--"

"I love you, n/n!" he wept, "I always have! I'm just too much of a pussy to say it!"

that shut me up pretty quickly.

"and--and, you gotta believe me, I'm single! I'm hella single!" he said amidst drunk tears, "I love you, n/n!"

"y-yeah, alright, let's get you in bed. you can continue this in the morning," I murmured, dragging him over to my bedroom.

part of me wanting to actually believe this, but he was drunk, and I couldn't trust anyone who was drunk. he flopped into my bed and as I was about to leave, he pulled on my shirt and said softly, "I'm hella single, n/n..."

"I know, you're hella single." I repeated with a soft laughter, "go to sleep."

"g'night, cutie..." he mumbled, before dozing off almost immediately. god, this man...

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the next morning, I got up and off my couch, stretching my back. I didn't get much sleep because the couch wasn't as comfortable as it seemed. the cushions were too soft and didn't provide suffecient support for my back.

but then I smelled something good coming from my kitchen. I turned around to see Tom, dressed in a fresh pair of (MY) clothes, and an apron tied at his back. he was making pancakes.

"...morning," I murmured sleepily.

"morning!" he responded happily, "want pancakes?"

"yeah." I nodded, sitting at the dining table.

it felt awkward between us now. his drunken confession, and the sudden declaration of him being 'hella single'.

when he put my plate of pancakes in front of me, he sat right next to me and began eating his. the food tasted real good.

"you know, n/n." he suddenly said.

"yeah?" I looked over at him.

"I meant it," he turned to look at me, his brown eyes gazing intensely into mine, "every word from last night. I'm in love with you."

I stopped chewing my pancakes, staring at him, trying to decipher the prank this time. but he simply said, "I'm not joking, I'm not pranking. I love you."

"since when?" I asked him softly.

"since forever." he smiled, reaching in to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, "I was just a stupid kid who didn't wanna realise it."

"...so you..." I trailed off.

"and I'm not so much of a kid anymore, and I just realised it." he said, leaning over to kiss my cheek, "will you do the honours and be my girlfriend?"

the silverware clattered on the porcelain plate as I rushed forward and held him tight, "yes!"

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#tokio hotel #y2k #tom kaulitz #fluff #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you

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wutheringcaterpillar · 3 months

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Time Was Never On Our Side

Summary: Decades after the heartbreaking split between you and Cillian, you see one another out and about. After realizing he’s married now, guilt follows you up to his hotel room where words are said, and a kiss is shared. Warnings: Morally grounded reader, an unfaithful kiss, sad ending but the right ending

sidenote: This fic is in favor of his wife toward the end, there will be no smut just heartbreak following from a kiss. heavily inspired by Cut The Shit-Delusion, Sweetheart by @cillianmesoftlyyy

The everlonging gaze of a man with crystal blue eyes, and an ash gray hair color that you knew all too well, stopped you in your tracks, the two of you stared at one another in disbelief. It felt as if you were looking at a ghost

It had been so long, since you’d both graduated high school that was the last time you saw one another.

Cillian was your first love, and it always seemed to be right person, wrong time, but maybe that had changed. “Y/N? What er you doing here?” Nostalgia flooded back, like a river overfilling a valley, leaving you nearly sppechless. He still looked great, very handsome in his suit and tie, with his shimmering, almost transparent blue eyes.

“Cillian? I- I just finished with work, was going to grab a bite to eat then head home.” He shook his head, insisting that you allow him to court you to dinner to which you obliged. The ring around his finger not going unnoticed, but you attempted to convince yourself this was just a catching up between to friends, nothing more.

He watched you intently as you skimmed the dinner menu, glancing at the untouched glass of pinot grigio. You always did have class, and could hold your own.

After small talk and eating as much as knew he shouldn’t, he had a proposal.

“Come to my room. Just fer a chat, it’s a bit more private.” Glancing down at his ring, a ping of guilt washed over you, knowing that his wife was more than likely unaware to know whom he was having dinner with as of this moment, but a part of you wanted to hear what he had to say.

His eyes searched your facial expression for an answer, and he could tell you were nervous about this meeting by the way you twiddled your thumbs.

Reaching his hand over, he placed it gently on top of yours, his fingers caressing your delicate skin.

“I promise, just a drink nothing more.” Nodding, you disregarded the presence of morals in your mind. After paying the tab, and walking you to his room, he removed your jacket, placing on the chair near the kitchen table.

His laptop had been left open and a photo of him, his wife and child, enjoying what looked like to be a summer vacation on the beach was displayed on the screen, making you unbearably uncomfortable.

Noticing, he closed the laptop, insisting you take a seat on the sofa, asking if you needed anything to drink and what not.

After politely declining, he sat near you at an arm’s length away, his vibrant yet subtle cologne that smelt of ivory and pine filling your senses. Cillian had always smelt wonderful and was a very clean-sly man, you couldn’t deny in the three years you were together, it was a relief having a man that could hold his own and you didn’t have to clean up after him.

“So, how’ve you been? What’s been going on yer life? I’d love to know.”

“I graduated, received my diploma in the arts, and now I’m a full time journalist for the times, the stories you run across are unbelievable sometimes.” His lips spread into a wide smile before his hand settled on your knee, rubbing the fabric of your thin leggings gracefully, his touch sending chills up your spine.

“That’s wonderful Y/N. I always knew you had it in you! Any man in yer life? Kids?” He cleared his throat, his voice slightly cracking, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he was terrified for your answer.

“Cillian, I don’t think we should discuss this. After all that was one of the reasons we never made it. You wanted kids. I didn’t. You wanted to act and travel, I wanted to settle with the environment and area I’m familiar with. We were always with one another for the right reasons, but we never saw eye to eye with our future together.” As much as it broke you inside to say those words, they needed to be released, thrown into the air to really sink in. You weren’t trying to hurt him, and you didn’t feel like he was trying to hurt you, it just always seemed to be right person, wrong time.

Biting his lip, his eyes sulking toward the ground, the memories of your very first date entered his mind. The way you dressed in a red plaid shirt with blue jeans, how you had your hair straightened and beat him in an arcade game, ending the night with him driving you home, insisting on waiting to kiss you at least until the second date as he didn’t want to rush or pressure you.

The first kiss when you were laying on a plush blanket, your eyes beaming up into the sky watching the fireworks explode into their bursts of vibrant colors before your eyes locked, and he leaned in.

The moment you had moved into your first apartment together, almost in amazement at how organized and smoothly you unpacked boxes with your hair tied in a messy bun. Even when you were sweating, your aura radiated an unexplainable, beautiful energy like no other woman could.

He was completely and devastatingly still in love with you and all your little ticks.

After a moment of silence, you were staring down at your palms, fiddling with the fabric of your sweater. Cillian skimmed his hand through the strands of your hair, placing it behind your ear gently, causing your cheeks to become a rosy shade of red. Everything in you wished that the past was different, that your relationship had made it but timing never seemed to be on either of your sides.

Your lips parted, taking a much needed breath when you felt his body scoot closer. His longing blue eyes fixated on your enticing lips, scanning your eyes, finding that maybe he wasnt the only one with this immense urge.

His thumb brushed under your chin, turning your head slightly toward him. Leaning in his lips collided with yours in a nostalgic, tender kiss, adrenaline and dopamine coursing through his veins as moments of your past continued to flash through his mind like a romantic motion-picture.

All he could remember was the way he made you laugh, the way your smile outshined the sun, how your eyes lit up whenever you were near him.

Shame flooded over you, selfish was the first word that came to your mind. Your eyebrows rising in shock when your lips connected in a gentle, loving kiss, yet he still felt so far away. The heat in your chest was undeniably present, butterflies forming in your stomach but that didn’t stop the strain of your emotions running wildly. You knew if you didn’t break away from his touch, this would lead further, the night ending in his bed and you waking up in the morning with the reminder he was a married man, and you’d been his mistress.

Pulling away, your hands settled in his arms, lips pursing together in sadness, and regret. You couldn’t stop the tears that were at the brim of your eyelids from flowing freely down your cheeks.

“What? Is everything alright?” His voice was low but he spoke with sincerity and concern.

Glancing down at his ring, his eyes followed yours.

“Cillian. You’re married now, with a son. I cant do this to your wife, I won’t let you do this to her. I need to go.” Standing up and patting down your dress, Cillian stood up just as fast, worried he had gone too far, too quick.

“Please, I’m sorry. I- I don’t know what came over me. I’m a fecking idiot but I still love you.” Your throat began to tighten, in irritation and anxiety.

“Don’t! Don’t do that. This hurts me as much as it does you but I will not participate in you throwing away your marriage. Do you love her?” Gulping, Cillian released your wrist, his hands brushing through his hair as he too felt his eyes begin to water, an immense feeling of regret, and heartbreak, shattering his chest.

“I- I do but I’m not over you Y/N. I don’t think I ever will be, even after all these years.” Sighing and brushing away the tears, your hands settled on his dampened cheeks, forcing your aching eyes to lock together.

“And that is okay. I still love you too, but I respect your wife. We were never going to work Cillian. That is alright to still have lingering feelings, they may never go away, but I need to go away. Not just for myself, but for you.” His hands gripped on your wrists, his throat tightening while his heart dropped into the bottomless pit of his stomach.

“I know. Love, I know. I’d love if we had made it and I need to let you go, no matter how much it pains me. Just know, you deserve better, and there is a man out there waiting for your love. I just hope he is deserving of it, and won’t take your love fer granted the way I did tonight.” You nodded painfully, thanking him before picking up your purse, heading for the door, only this time he didn’t stop you.

Turning the knob, you glanced back at Cillian once more. “Please have the decency to tell your wife and inform her I mean her no harm. I only wish the best and I will not be in contact with you. If she’d like to call me I left my number on the table. Goodbye Cillian.” Closing the door, it felt like the love-story had painstakingly come to an end, the way it needed to be.

Cillian stayed awake, your words sinking in before he face-timed his wife, being completely truthful and transparent with her, doing as you asked, giving her your number if she felt the need to call with any questions or wanted to speak any words with you.

#Cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy imagine #ranaewrites

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In Every Winter Night, Part 3. (Marry My Husband fanfic)

Author's note: Don't read this in the office. Be strong. Just like Ji Hyuk has to be strong.

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Ji Hyuk

“I didn’t wear a bra today.”

Ji Hyuk gulped. His eyes darted around his office wildly, then to her empty seat at her desk, then back to the text on his phone. This week’s physical intimacy agreement was for the chest… ‘area’, without being too specific about it. He just hadn’t expected her to take it quite so seriously today. It was still Friday, and only 9 a.m. at that.

They’d only just waved each other goodbye a moment ago, at the usual drop off corner. He remembered her wearing a coat, and beneath that a black suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. Which had already given him ideas, since the skirt was tight to her knees and made her swaying hips far more pronounced. Under that suit jacket was a… he struggled a bit as he wasn’t in the habit of documenting his girlfriend’s clothes. Oh yes, it was a white, collared shirt of some soft material. The collar had two long ribbons trailing down the front.

“Wait. Did you not wear a bra at all, or did you just —?, he typed, before hurriedly deleting it. Maybe he misunderstood. She had seemed fully clothed this winter morning. He went for the safe route.

“Um… what do you mean? Exactly.”

Three dots hopped mischievously on his screen. Then stopped. Then started again. Then nothing.

He wanted to throw the phone at the wall, but that might mean he couldn’t get an answer. He looked up to check, and no, she definitely wasn’t at her desk.

He grabbed the phone again and started typing again, “Be preci—” before a knock rapped smartly at the door. He fumbled and dropped the phone, and it hit the carpet under his desk with a soft thump. He glanced once at the texting screen, once at the door, and clearing his throat, growled “Enter!”.

Manager Park’s face peeked in. She looked wary at his growl, and he could tell the older lady was confused.

“Director-nim, may I talk to you about the fusion food campaign please?”

Ji Hyuk nodded tersely. While Manager Park came in, and prepared to sit, he took the chance to glance at his phone on the ground. It had landed face up, but the screen was disappointingly dark. Where was she and what was she doing?

“What do you think, Director-nim?”

He looked at Manager Park. There was a question? Had she already asked it?

“Er. Yes?” he hazarded. As guesses go, his chances of being right were 50-50. But if he said no, she might stay longer and he needed to get back to his phone and find Ji Won.

“Really?” Manager Park’s face was confused. Ji Hyuk’s heart sunk.

“We’ll go with what makes sense to you then, Manager Park. I trust you, and nowIhavetogopleaseexcuse me.”

Manager Park nodded uncertainly. Then she got up and turned to the door. Behind her Ji Hyuk dove under his desk to get the phone. To her shock he brushed past her, wrenched open the door and left before she could. She stared after him, watching his long strides eat up the space between the office and the elevators. She nodded in understanding. Director-nim was a busy man.

Ji Hyuk leapt into the elevators and hit the button for the roof top. At the next floor some colleague got in. They exchanged quick nods. Ji Hyuk was quite proud of his civilized response.

Then his phone buzzed and he peeked at it. A text. Ji Won. But he didn’t dare open it, not with someone else present. Not until he had some privacy to go apeshit crazy. The colleague got off and he sighed in relief.

Finally, the doors opened for the rooftop and he stepped out into the weak winter sunshine. He looked around, and no one else was there. With trepidation, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen.

“It’s what you think it means.”

Goddamnit, woman!

He groaned and muttered into his hand. To say that his cock was throbbing would be an understatement. His entire body was paying attention. His heart raced, and he was sweating. He white-knuckled his phone and tried to battle the memories of her sweet, tender skin and how she had felt under his exploring fingers. During the session with her backless dress, it had taken every ounce of self-control he had not to reach forward and cup her. He’d spent a frantic 5 minutes after that in the shower, relieving himself while imagining the taste, color and mouth-watering perkiness of her nipples. What was she was doing to him? How was he supposed to respond? The physical intimacy of the past few weeks had been good, no phenomenal, with no sign of returning fears for her. But a good manager practiced cautious optimism.

Then another awful thought occurred to him. What if other people knew? What if other men saw something? He went from sweaty hot to clammy cold. His fingers shook as he typed.

“Keep your jacket on…please.”

“Of course,” she said, right behind him.

The phone fell from his numb fingers. Again.

Ji Won

She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his reaction. It was exactly what she had wanted, exactly how she imagined he would react when she hatched up her idea today. She’d been putting her tiny rosé studs on in the mirror this morning, and the long fluttering ribbons around her collar had floated just so around her breasts. Their weight was featherlight, and still she had felt them, even through the cups of her bra. Her nipples were extremely sensitive lately, and she knew exactly why. They had been aching, aching for Ji Hyuk’s hands on them. Even just thinking it made her tingle.

Three date nights later, three long, breathless, make-out sessions later, and she was wondering how Ji Hyuk had so much self-control. Every time it was him who suggested they stop. Every time, she would agree demurely, reluctant to show how much she wanted him to keep going. She was feeling shy, feeling exposed, and he had been probably right to call it each time. Each time, she had been amazed at how different she felt from before. How much his desire and roaming hands didn’t make her want to freeze up and just escape. How the dim echoes of you frigid bitch never seemed to be connected to what Ji Hyuk and her did. The insults she had endured from her ex just did not seem to apply to their panting, heated lovemaking. Each time they had gone a bit further, from shoulders, to arms, to one unforgettable night involving the backless dress she had worn to her reunion.

But it was now a month since they started dating and her body was officially starting to go haywire. The slightest brush against her own bra as she put it on, and she would whimper and think of Ji Hyuk’s hands on her. It got a bit ridiculous when she bumped into the edge of her table one night, and the radiating pain made her imagine his hand gripping her hips, and how his long, strong fingers might soothe the pain away. Deeply-ingrained restrictions made it hard for her to ask Ji Hyuk outright to do more, but perhaps there were other ways. And so, her foolhardy mind had cooked up this scheme, which, thankfully, just might be working.

Ji Hyuk’s eyes were moving around and staring at everything except her. More precisely, he was studiously not examining her chest “area”. Ji Won wanted to laugh, if things weren’t quite so desperate.

Ji Hyuk kept his eyes focused somewhere near her right ear. It was to her right earring that he directed his next words.

“Uhm…,” he waved vaguely in the direction of her jacket, “you have your jacket on. Good. Good.”

“Yes, I do. It’s a winter day and it gets cold up here.”

“Yes. Well,” Ji Hyuk seemed to be struggling for words. “Do you have anything else on?”

Ji Won couldn’t help it, she blushed, even though she’d told herself she’d be cool about seducing her own man. The bloom deepened on her cheeks and she clasped her cold hands to them, trying to tone it down. The heat kept going, and it seeped down, down her chest, warming her breasts, making the tips pulse and tingle as if Ji Hyuk had been caressing them already. But along with it came a rising excitement, an anticipation that she had never felt before. She wanted this. She wanted him.

The intensity of that thought was surprising. But she felt it, she felt her ownership of her desire and the power that claiming it gave her. Previously, physical intimacy had been a thing the man wanted. Ji Won had never experiencing wanting it herself, for herself. The growing conviction that gave her made her straighten her spine and she slowly unclasped her cheeks.

She took a step nearer to him, lifting her chin in an unconsciously seductive pose. Ji Hyuk was forced to look directly at her and he seemed mesmerized. Holding his eyes, she unbuttoned the two buttons holding her jacket together. She slipped the left side of her jacket down, and held it there, coquettishly showing nothing more than one shirt-clad shoulder. She glanced at it.

Ji Hyuk’s eyes darted to where she was looking, as she’d meant him to. At first he looked confused, then his widening eyes told her she’d made her point. The white shirt was slightly opaque, and in that opaque whiteness, she knew Ji Hyuk could see no bra strap. No whiter line bisected her shoulder.

“Nghf. Grsn.”

The sounds that escaped Ji Hyuk were the most delightful things Ji Won had ever heard from him. His jaw hung open, and he was working his throat to say something, but no human word escaped.

She shrugged her jacket back on and buttoned it right back up.

“Right, Director-nim. Time to get back to work. Can’t be slacking off during the day!” She peeked at his stunned face from under her eyelashes.

Then she spun on one toe and sauntered back to the rooftop access door and to the elevators. Ji Hyuk didn’t move, and he didn’t follow her.

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Ji Hyuk.

He stared at his calendar. It was 4pm, and time for Marketing’s all-team meeting. She would be there. She, and her bold, seductive self, the one he had never met before this day. How was he going to get through the meeting without ogling her and creating an HR issue? Because, if any man even came near her today, he’d take them down, with violent pleasure. In fact, he almost wished it, just to have an outlet for this turbulence.

He was unaccustomed to this sense of irrational possessiveness. Something ferocious churned under his skin, and his hands fisted at idea of any other man coming close to her. Even on the judo mat he had never been like this. His fighting style had always been methodical, analytic, unrushed.

As it was, he’d barely survived the day, and that was by studiously avoiding her, avoiding looking at her if she were nearby. But now, he had a meeting to chair, and she was PRESENTING the latest numbers. There was no escaping this one.

At 3.55pm, he stood up heavily. Gathering up his note pad (he never took a laptop, because it distracted him from the details), and pen, he resignedly made his way to the meeting room. Ji Won would be the death of him. When the disciplinary letter from HR came, he’d planned to just admit to everything and quit. Career, schmareer.

Because nothing, nothing, was better than being seduced by Kang Ji Won.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

#marry my husband #fanfic #na in woo #park min young #yu jihyuk #kang jiwon

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 11)

Tw: reader got sick again lol this time to the ER, mentions of violence, kidnapping sequence, queerphobia from Monty

Damn guys i was expecting the other options to win but most of u guys wanted back to the university??

Vote down below guys, will start making the next chapter after 20 votes

Part 12

You decided to head to your university. They don't skimp on their snack budget, hence they provide the best snacks. You took the medicine that Yves paid for you before leaving the house.

Halfway through the bus ride though, you're starting to regret your choice. Your head and shoulders became extremely heavy and you feel like crap.

But it's too late to turn back now. The next bus is in an hour.

You stumbled out of the bus and rubbed your eyes. Yawning and scratching your back.

Bleary eyed, you started walking away from the station. Feeling like you're forgetting something, but you shrug it off. Thinking it should be in your bag.

Except, you didn't have your bag.

You gasped when you realized that you're not carrying anything behind you. But then relief washed over you when you realized that it's at home and not on the bus that's disappearing on the horizon. Then, that also means you left the door unlocked.

You sighed, sticking your hand in your pocket, planning to tell your housemates about it.

You pulled out a rectangular device and tried unlocking the screen.

Except there was no screen. Because it's not a smartphone, it's a power Bank.

That's right, Yves gave you his power bank to use indefinitely. You were charging it right next to your phone... what is wrong with you?

You groan, oh this is bad.

It's the 21st century, memorizing phone numbers is not the trend, you don't know what number to call aside from emergency services or your own. Maybe you remembered the numbers of your parents, but they're in another country. What could they do?

You took a deep breath. This is fine, you're in the university not some sketchy alleyway. You know the schedule of the next bus and if there's an emergency, you could just use a payphone to dial 911.

You have some cash on you and that's fine. You'll live, it's enough to pay for your bus fare.

So you walked, in a zombie-like way. You should have just rotted in bed, scrolling through your social media and burning your phone credits. But no, you just had to leave the house.

At least the weather is cool and the air is fresh. You continued walking, finally reaching past the entrance.

Everything feels severely foggy. You couldn't think straight, there were a couple times where you would stand in front of a potted plant and stare at it for minutes. Then you would snap yourself out of it and walk away. God knows what medication it was, you just took it as per the pharmacist's instructions. You're sure it's playing a part in your current incapable state.

You rubbed your eyes and whined. Pacing around, finding a hard time to figure out what to do. Your head hurts and your entire body isn't cooperating with what your brain is signalling. Your brain isn't even working with you.

What did you just eat? Did you accidentally poison yourself with the wrong pills?

Through your bleary eyes, you spotted a tall figure jogging up to you. But your lowered inhibitions prevented you from feeling alarmed, you just want to rest at home.

"Hey, hey, stop that." You felt someone gently grabbing your wrists, stopping you from rubbing your now red eyes. "Are you alright?"

It's Montgomery. He's kneeling to your level and staring deep into your eyes, his massive hands holding your head in place as he inspect you.

"What's up with you?" He asked, you're still processing what, or who, you're looking at.

"Damn, what did he do to you? You're all drugged up!" He scrambled to get back up on his feet. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get you to a doctor."

Confused and afraid, you tried protesting but Montgomery ended up carrying you bridal-style. You tried screaming for help, but he hushed you.

"Shh... it's okay, it's okay. I'm not gonna drop ya'. You're as light as a feather!" He cooed. "I got ya', you don't have to worry 'bout a thing, I'll take care of you, I'll save ya' from that bastard."

He stuffed you into his back seat, laying you down on your back. You shrieked when he climbed atop and straddled your hips, but he's only doing that to fluff the pillow under your head. The man got off and tucked you under his blanket, he then secured you with both seatbelts so you wouldn't roll off when he drives.

"Bend your knees for me, darlin'. I can't shut the door with your legs juttin' out!"

You refused and kept screaming, hoping that someone could help you. Which made Montgomery uncomfortable, not because he thinks you're scared of him, because he thinks you're in pain.

"Shh... I know, I know. I'll make it all better. I promise, you just have to hold out for a little longer, okay?" He gripped onto your calves and pushed them into the car. Immediately after, he shut the car door and dashed to the driver's seat.

You tried unbuckling yourself and unlocking the door, but you're at a severe disadvantage since you're still severely disorientated. You gave up when the car started speeding away from the venue.

Through your haziness, you managed to ask why he's in the university.

"I was hopin' to find ya', and I did. You're lucky I spotted you before some other creeps did! They'd snatch you right up and you couldn't fight back 'cause you're all doped up!"

It's unbelievable that he didn't realize that he was describing himself.

You asked how he knew to find you at six in the morning.

"Well, I remember when I had to go to school. I had classes at 7AM, my folks came an hour early while I came an hour late. 'Cause I was helping out with the farm. I don't reckon you have a farm to help out on. Do ya?" Such solid reasoning comes from the maniac himself.

You asked him what happened yesterday after he was escorted out, not realizing that he would take your curiosity as a concern for his wellbeing, and hence another declaration of your love.

"Aww is someone worried about me? I'm fine, that fucking queer roughed me up a lil'. But he played dirty, bet that asshole won't have the balls to get in a fair fight with me. Bless your heart for witnessing all the ugly. But I'm here now, I'll keep you safe from that monster. What did he do to ya'?"

You wanted to tell him that Yves is your boyfriend and Montgomery is the monster in your eyes. But immediately zipped your mouth closed because you're unsure as to how he is going to react to that, you can't take him on normally, let alone sick and potentially drugged.

"Sweetheart?" He glanced at you through his rearview mirror. You tried speaking, but you found that your tongue was too swollen for you to say anything. Drool dribbled down your chin as you found it increasingly harder to breathe.

"What the fuck..." He muttered under his breath before switching up his tone to calm you down. "I-it's fine! It's gonna be okay, baby. Just... think of the Lord. He'll get us through this!" You heard the whirring of his engine grow louder as he floored the gas pedal.

You wish Yves is here. He would have known what to do.

You took the biggest gasp of your life, greedily sucking in the air as it rushes into your lungs. You winced as the searing light stabbed your strained eyes, and sounds of people chattering, beeping, and rushing reached your ears. Coldness nipped at your skin and you felt something attached to your face. The air smelled of iodoform, and you coughed and hacked as everything was overwhelming you.

Finally, you managed to focus and process where you are.

"Mx Joe?"

Who?

"Mx Joe, can you hear me?" You turned your head to the side, the pillow slightly blocking your view. You saw a woman in scrubs and a pair of gloves, next to her were other nurses rushing the code cart to other patients in the room.

You looked at the rubber oxygen mask strapped to your face. Your thigh felt sore and tender, and then you realized why when you saw another nurse nearby holding an empty syringe.

The woman began introducing herself as a medical resident, you didn't pay attention when she told you her name. Soon after, she began explaining how you got here.

She said that your partner brought you in; unconscious, swollen as if you were stung by an army of bees and unable to breathe. You had an allergic reaction to something you consumed, inhaled, or touched. She asked if you ate anything you suspected could be the culprit a few hours ago.

The pill. You must be allergic to the medication.

You and she went back and forth, answering all the relevant questions she asked you. This time you told her your real name and true details. All she did was note it down in her clipboard without asking further questions as to why Montgomery gave her a fake name.

She did a couple more tests to make sure you didn't suffer from other complications. Once she deemed you healthy enough, she sent you on your way to be discharged, the ER is too busy for you to linger there any longer than necessary.

Another nurse wheelchaired you out of the Emergency department and into the waiting room, where Montgomery was there nervously fiddling with his hands while waiting for you.

"Joe!" He exclaimed before running towards you. "God, I was so damn worried! What the hell happened to them?" Montgomery asked the nurse, his hands squished your face into a compressed chunk.

You were reminded once again, Yves's soft touches are superior.

"They had an allergic reaction to a drug prescribed to treat their nausea. They're fine." The nurse turned to you. "Get some rest and drink enough fluids. You're going to feel tired, but that is to be expected. Any questions?"

You looked at Montgomery and he stared at you back.

You were contemplating whether you should scream for help. But... if it wasn't for him, you would be dead. If the police are involved, he will surely go to jail this time. And, you don't exactly feel comfortable ruining his life after he saved yours.

He's mentally deranged, but so far you think he wouldn't cause too much harm to you.

You slowly shook your head and prayed that you wouldn't regret your decision to not snitch on him.

"Alright. That will be all." The nurse told Montgomery the directions to the payment counters.

He began pushing you in your wheelchair with him.

"What a week, huh?" He tried to lighten the mood, but you're as somber as ever. Badly yearning for your phone and Yves's wallet, this is going to be a death sentence for your wallet.

You're dreading your turn. This is not going to end well for you, you can't call anyone aside from your parents who are on another continent. You wished that you memorized Yves's number.

When your name is called, Montgomery didn't react. It was called the second time, and you hesitantly brought your hands to the wheels. He grabbed your wrist.

"Hey, whatcha' doing?"

The receptionist called your name again. You sighed, coming clean that your name isn't Joe M. To your surprise, he wasn't shocked or upset, all he did was stand up and walk towards the counter.

You stretched your neck, trying to gain vantage over the sea of sick people. Montgomery took out a tattered, leather wallet from the back pocket of his work pants. You saw his eye widen momentarily and he seemed to be arguing with the receptionist about something. In the end, he swiped his slightly chipped debit card on the machine. He looked uneasy as he keyed in his PIN number on the card reader.

He collected the receipt before stuffing it into his wallet. Montgomery walked back with a bittersweet smile.

You asked him how much it was.

"Don't worry about it, honey. I'm just glad yer' fine."

You said that he didn't have to pay for you. You could do it yourself.

"Oh yeah? You and with what money? You shouldn't be thinkin' 'bout money troubles at this age. You should be focusin' on gettin' that degree!" He laughed, ruffling your hair. "Any respectable boyfriend would pay for his partner's bills!"

You told him that he isn't your boyfriend.

"Sure, sweetheart." He dismissed you as he grabbed the handles of your wheelchair. You stopped him and said you could walk. Before he could react to that, you used all your might to stand up, mildly stumbling around a bit before finding your balance. He stuck his arms around you, ready to catch if you were to fall.

"Y'know, you shouldn't push yourself too hard. I'm pretty sure the hospital is gonna let us borrow this till' the exit." You began walking away. More like limping.

"H-hey! Wait up!" He jogged to catch up with you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and urged you in another direction.

"I parked this way, c'mon." He rested his hand on the small of your back. It's a little too far down for comfort and you didn't like how he would rub you.

His idea of "sick people's food" is something people eat to get sick.

But you're starving at this point, so you're scarfing down an English muffin breakfast sandwich. Letting the grease coat your fingers and the yolk covers your face, it's a messy ordeal.

"I gotta bring you out to eat more..." Mumbled Montgomery as he watched you devour two of the same sandwiches. He developed a newfound distaste for Yves on top of his strong, existing ones. Montgomery is disgusted that Yves didn't even have the decency to feed "his love". What kind of man let's his beloved starve like this? Definitely not Montgomery.

He only got three bites in and you're now stealing his hash browns. You don't know where you are, this was the first time visiting the hospital. All you know is that he's currently parked in a fast food joint's free parking lot.

It's a seven-minute drive from the hospital. You looked at the built-in clock on his radio.

10:59AM. You have an hour left to get home before Yves arrives and potentially causes a catastrophe.

"So... (name)." You watched him from the corner of your eyes. "What was up with Joe M.?"

You gulped. You said it was an inside joke.

"Well, what is it?" You told him it would ruin the joke.

"Keep your secrets then." He took another bite out of his meal.

You and he ate in silence, mostly him. You were somewhat noisy because you didn't bother closing your mouth when chewing.

"Relax, it's not gonna run away." He chuckled as you stuffed your face with more of the sandwich. Montgomery bought 6 in total, expecting to eat 4 of them. But in reality, he only got to eat 2.

"Y'know, you don't have to do all that for money." You looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate on what he meant.

"I know those wealthy bastards, they go after pretty young things like you and suck your youth from ya' like vampires. It ain't worth it."

You forced a giant chunk of unchewed food down your throat.

"H-hey don't do that! You're gonna choke!" He patted your back as you coughed.

You asked in between hacks if he's talking about Yves.

"Is that what his name is? But yeah, I'm talkin' about him."

You asked him if he thinks you're prostituting yourself.

"No! I- I mean- I don't know, I was thinkin' more of the sugar baby line of work. It ain't necessarily mean you gotta be bumpin' uglies in the bedroom- you don't seem like the type. But I sure do know he ain't got ya best interests at heart." He explained.

You brought your arm up to wipe your mouth with your sleeve. But This time, he was prepared. He held your arm and pushed a napkin to your chin. He took the liberty to clean your face up for you.

You definitely preferred Yves's gentle touch over Montgomery's brutish ones.

"He ain't good for you, (name). Trust me on this." You tried to pull away from his rigorous wiping, but he held your head in place with the other hand.

"Folks from back home were deceived by men like these. They come to the city lookin' to build a better future. Then a wealthy man came along, makin' promises that he can't keep in exchange for their souls." He released you, taking the dirtied tissue with him. Montgomery placed it on his dashboard, planning to dispose of it later.

"...and guess what, those men left them high and dry. They lost their money, their body and their minds. Now, my folks aren't city dwellers, we're from the countryside, they didn't know any better. I know you ain't from here too."

You asked Montgomery what made him think that way.

"You have a heart of gold and hands of sand. Folks born and raised here are damn sadists with a pair of soft hands. Ain't none of them picked a field rake up before."

You said don't think you picked up a field rake in your life either.

"That ain't the point, I'm sayin' you don't blend in with the rest of these fuckin' pricks. And you're attractin' trouble like this Sugar Daddy of yours."

There is no point in trying to correct him. You just nodded in acknowledgement.

He held both of your hands in his, enveloping them tightly into a ball. It hurts a bit.

"Please, darlin'. I beg of you, stay away from him. He's gonna break your heart and I sure hell don't want to see my baby in tears. I will treat you right, be with me and you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing. I'm gonna feed you, drive you around and buy you stuff you always wanted." He pressed your hands against his cheek, with Montgomery's stubble scratching your palm.

"Please? Could you stop seeing him for me, please, sweetheart? I'll treat you so much better than that monster. I will take care of you." He crooned, placing a kiss or two on your hands. You grimaced when you felt the wetness of his saliva on your skin.

He is insane. You looked around for a possible opportunity to escape, but there isn't any.

You glanced at the clock.

It says 11:29AM.

Montgomery realizes what you're looking at and connected the pieces. He lets go of your hands and begins tidying up around him

"You have class, don'tcha'? I'll get you back to school. But... I think ya' oughta' listen to the doctor and rest at home. You were damn near seeing the pearly gates today." He buckled his seat belt and reignited his engine.

You wince as you hear the car roar back to life.

You thought about the different possible scenarios that could happen. You're thankful that he didn't realize it's your semester break now.

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