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signedkoko · 3 months

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Signed with Love - Overlords & Sins

What is this? - A valentines gift to my lovely readers! Its valentines/love letters from your favourites 🖤

Series Parts Hazbin Cast - Here! Helluva Cast - Here!

Dear to the dearest,

You've always got me running myself sappy, but I'd like to offer my hand to you this valentines.

You know how popular Ozzie's is on Valentines, so how about a nice spot for brunch and then we pick a song to perform together tonight? Just you and I on stage, surrounded by people who wish they had what we do~

Eagerly awaiting your reply,

Prince of Lust, and yours forever;

Asmodeus

Heya lovely!

I'm so fucking excited to be spending valentines with you this year, and I don't say it enough so here it is in writing!

Normally I throw a party but I don't know, I kinda rocked with the galentines dinner you suggested, I'm thinking we invite some of our closest and have a hell of a good night, yeah?

You're the only party that matters,

Your Queenie Bee🐝

Mi vida,

I think it's about time we get away from work and the girls, how about we take valentines off?

I've always wanted to show you some of the places I used to frequent, since you always ask it only seems fair. I'm sure you'll adore the cuisine, I miss it dearly.

I'll help you get ready before we leave,

C. Carmine

Sup hottie!

How about we ditch my valentines show and leave it to the performers to take care of shit? I much rather be with ya anyways.

Anything you want, just tell me. I'll take care of everything from there babe.

Love ya more than you know,

MAMMON

Sweetest darling,

I reckon its about time I follow my own advice and pursue the one I love this valentines.

We can take a break from everything and go sight seeing! I don't get away from the town much, but everything you tell me sounds exquisite. We can go somewhere with a nice tune and I can really show you how I used to swing!

What do you say?

Your Rosie

Querida cariño,

Theres no reason for me to ask what I already know, and I don't want to hear another valentines joke about my name.

I know work has kept me busy babe, but this Valentines its just you and I. We can laze around all you want or you can drag me wherever, I'll make sure we get in.

Like a moth to a flame, eh?

Val.

Heya gorgeous,

Ive got two outfits in our sizes that could use a little test drive around town this valentines.

Already booked the photographer, so I hope you'll come model with me for my end february magazine, yeah? If you do a good job we can do dinner and drinks after, though you've never disappointed me, dolly!

You know I love you, always have & will

Velvette

Hope you're doing well, angel

You always joke that I can't write for shit so heres proof. In fact, I'm here to ask you to be my valentine.

I already know its a yes anyway, so how about I let you in on the itinerary? I got breakfast at the local spot booked with live music, an afternoon just the two of us, and for dinner I have our main reservation and a backup in case you don't like it.

Romantic or what?

Owner & CEO of VoxTek, Beloved valentine of you, Vox

Greetings,

Tis with great pleasure that thou is still by thine side after such an overwhelming year.

We must beg thou has considered indulging such an old soul in an evening of romance. Perhaps thou would dare to consider looking upon their bed, for there lays a gift.

Yours affectionately and forevermore,

Authors Note - Who are you expecting a letter from? Who will you accept? I'd love to know! Heres to another part of the valentine sseries 🖤

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yanderestarangel · 2 months

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did u delete a fic? i swear i saw a tio!miguel fic earlier today

a/n: hi angel! thank you for asking, in fact there was an age restriction and I decided to delete it, I'll take advantage of your comment and repost it. ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

"TIO" MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER

𝐓𝐖: dark plot, toxic relationship, power play, non con, dub con, manipulation, age gap, step!incest (non-blood uncle), invasion of privacy, stalking, threat, dead dove, dark smut, latino ftm reader, femboy reader, jealousy, aggressive sex, recorded sex, dom!miguel, v!sex, blowjob, spanish nicknames, send nudes, degradation, objectification, AU, male x male, porn plot, long fic, brain rot, creampie, blackmail.

Family parties were normal for your family, getting together some close relatives and celebrating on any weekend, always with plenty of music and laughter filling your ears, was annoying at times, but you couldn't say 'no' to a tradition.

You felt the cold of the night breeze enter your skin, each hair left its place accompanied by a strange chill ── you were being watched, and you knew very well who it was... Tio Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara was a friend of your father, a mysterious and serious man, even though your family welcomed him as if he shared the same blood, he still had the same look of rigidity and seriousness ── no one knew much about his past, if he had some relationship or family before moving to your city years ago, but it was only said that he worked as a caretaker on some local farms ── which made him earn too much money for a simple caretaker, but that matter was not touched by no one in your family.

You obeyed the strict rule of calling him "Uncle" or "Tio", since when he arrived, when his eyes met yours, it was as if something awakened in his core ── a flame lost for years, now burning in his soul, and you it was the kerosene that made this fire worse.

Your attention returned to reality, seeing the tanned man go to the place where you were, sitting next to you; muscular legs crammed into the black jeans he always wore, with a weather-beaten dress shirt that had previously been white, now appeared to be a light vanilla shade, hugging the girth of his robust muscles. He had a cold, fresh can of beer in his right hand, while his left went towards his hair, arranging some loose strands that insisted on falling on his forehead, his lips formed a thin line, the corners turned down in disapproval ── The sight of you hiding from the celebration hurt him, a pang of possessiveness invaded his chest, soon remembering the things he had seen, however, before touching on the topic of rupture the words came out softly from his throat.

"What is wrong, carinõ?"

He asked softly, hand reaching out to take yours gently. His grip was firm but not unnecessarily tight, calloused skin warm against your own.

"You should be out there, dancing and laughing with your family... You seem thoughtful mi principito"

You sighed in response, quickly explaining that you weren't in a party mood, your hands went back to the cell phone that was previously in your pocket, making the Mexican's eyes narrow in response to such an act. O'Hara took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs, then crushing the drink can in his hand and turning to you, he knew exactly what he wanted to know and he wanted the truth.

"Who was that boy, mi vida?”

He questioned, pulling you closer to his frame as the music swelled around you. His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, you felt the burn of heat on his body, the smell of expensive men's perfume and cheap alcoholic drink.

"You were speaking so intimately with him..."

His voice was a low purr, tinged with warning.

"This is our moment, just us... I dropped that phone." That was a threat, making you make a quick excuse ── after all, you knew exactly what he was talking about, you were going out with "Hobbie Brown", a friend from your college, but you didn't expect your uncle to have seen the two of you together (but it wasn't very difficult, you and the boy always clung to each other even if you didn't have anything officially. )

You moved away from Miguel's heat, before the sensation was still tolerable, but now it seemed like a violent flame and about to explode like a time bomb. Your mouth opened, speaking sweet lies, trying to mask the fact that you were going out with Hobbie ── you knew that the best way was to lie, even if it didn't do anything, you had already seen how your non-sanguine uncle acted like a crazy man when you were around people other than him. Miguel's eyebrows arched in disbelief, dark brows furrowing deeply. "Tell me, corazón, is there something you wish to confess to me?"

He asked, tilting his head curiously. His gauze lingered on your lips, as if he could taste the lie on them. "I see what happens around me, my heart."

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

"And I do not like it... Do not lie to me, mi angel, because the next lie I hear from your sweet lips, you'll regret it." The sound of his voice was a low rumble, like thunder on the horizon. He pulled you close again, his lips brushing your ear softly.

"You play with fire... Mi pequeño."

His voice was a whisper now, his breath warm against your skin.

"And one day, that fire will burn you."

He released you then, stepping back with a harsh exhale. His eyes were stormy, his features set in a hard line. Miguel stared at you for a moment, as if he could read your thoughts, as if he could feel your fear ── Finally, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"If I ever hear of another man touching you like that again... I will end him." He muttered, downing a large gulp of his drink before setting the bottle down on the table. You watched him leave, the loud footsteps on the raw cement floor were enough to tell you that he was angry. The rest of the party was strange, you felt tio Miguel's eyes on you, even though the atmosphere was pleasant for the other participants in your family, everything had gotten worse after the confrontation you had with the man ── you thought about telling about your uncle's strange behavior towards your father, but you knew it wouldn't help, they would just defend Miguel and say that you were exaggerating... But you felt like you weren't.

You went to your room, while you saw the tall man's shadow in the hallway, bumping into the walls because he was too drunk to think or stand on his feet ── you saw him leaning on your door frame, while you asked calmly if he needed some help. Miguel's eyes met his, his vision slightly blurred from the alcohol he had consumed. He licked his lips, his gaze roaming your body hungrily, but he didn't act, only a sob and a sad laugh left his lips, while he showed his white canines.

"You are mi ninõ. You always have been and always will be... There is no escaping your destiny."

He babbled, his words filled with drink, but he was serious, like he had never spoken before, you could see a mix of dark emotions that burned in his brown orbits, each word, no matter how slurred it was, carried a clear truth that could not be said aloud by several taboos.

His hands reached out, gripping your arms tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving small red marks.

"Don't forget this... You would never lie to your Uncle right? I will protect you... Incluso si es de ti mismo."

He leaned closer, his breathing heavy and laced with the smell of whiskey.

"But I will also punish you if you disobey me."

He let go of you then, frowning as he looked at the marks he had left on your arms.

"Go to bed now."

He mumbled, turning away from you and stumbling towards the door.

"Sleep well, my precious boy."

His voice was filled with alcohol, spite and a twisted desire ── the latter making his gaze linger on you for a moment longer, as he staggered out, ignoring everything and everyone around him, you tried to ignore the burning in your stomach, a mixture of fear and a bittersweet heat near your stomach, you were maybe just very tired... Right? You pushed away the thoughts that consumed your mind, trying to grab the fog of sleep that you tried to achieve, you hoped for a good day... But little did you know what fateful destiny had planned.

You woke up to your parents cleaning the house, it was a hot and irritating Sunday, you woke up sweaty and to the loud sounds of rooms being dragged from one place to another ── you really didn't want to be there, so your father told you to go to your uncle Miguel's house, even though you insisted on saying the opposite, that you could handle the chaos at home and help them, but your parent just repeated the phrase and sent you to keep O'Hara company at his house.

Everything would be better than facing him again.

You wore your most comfortable and cool dress for that sultry summer day ── your breasts bounced and you felt the coolness of the wind blowing beneath your legs, reaching your thighs and panties, an adorable boy, on the way to the wolf's house.

Walking under the sun until you saw Miguel's house in a rural area and away from the common neighborhood, you called his name, soon seeing the man come completely sweaty and shirtless, still wearing the same pants from yesterday, while drying his sweat of his brow, letting you into his comfort.

"Fine."

He grumbled, he turned around, taking you home without saying another word. The tension between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words.

As you entered the house, you noticed a slight disorder. Miguel's usually immaculate house really needed some cleaning. He gestured for you to sit on the couch.

"Your father said you were coming..." He sighed with a hand on his hips as he looked at you steadily. "That's good, now we can continue our conversation from yesterday, okay? I want the truth my boy, give me your cell phone, unlocked... After all, you have nothing to hide from me right... You and Hobbie are just good friends... Right?" His voice carried that threatening and authoritarian tone again, you stuttered but when you saw your uncle's look you swallowed hard and accepted your fate, obviously you had spicy messages on your cell phone, but what could you do? Running unfortunately wasn't an option, neither was screaming, you were trapped in a spider's web, and in the possessive man's judgmental gaze.

"Now. Give it to me. Or else you know what I'm capable of."

He repeated as you handed him the electronic device ─ and it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for... Miguel's eyes narrowed as he flipped through the messages on his phone. His grip tightened around the device, his knuckles turning white. A mixture of anger, jealousy and hurt crossed his face as he read the explicit messages and saw the intimate photos, you were really with that boy... You were doing everything behind his back.

"How dare you show your body to that piece of shit!"

His voice was laced with bitterness and disappointment. He threw the phone onto the table, the screen cracking on impact.

"Do you think you can send nudes to some random boy and get away with it?"

He took a step towards you, his expression darkening.

"Did he make you wet? Did he make you excited?" His words came out like venom, his hand shot out, grabbing your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. Miguel's grip on his chin tightened, his fingers digging into his flesh. His angry eyes fixed on his, his expression filled with a mixture of possessiveness and pain.

"I expected everything... Except that, I'm tired, tired of just being seen as your fucking uncle... I can give you so much more than that boy ever could. I can make you scream, make you beg for more. But you need to understand that you are mine."

His voice was filled with a desperate need, a desire that was both warm and terrifying. He pressed his body against his, his erection evident through his jeans. You tried to protest again, in vain, you just felt O'Hara's thick lips on yours, it was strong, his tongue dominating his as he held you tightly. His hand guided your trembling hand to his hard, throbbing erection, pressing it against the fabric of his pants. He let out a low growl of pleasure, the sound vibrating against your lips.

"You always make me hard on boy... So fucking hard." He continued kissing you fiercely, your free hand moving to grip his waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. He pressed your body against his again, now the bulge of his pants rubbing against your thigh. The intensity of his touch and the raw desire in his eyes made your own body respond, despite the fear and confusion, it was so wrong, but it felt right at the same time.

"Do you think you can show yourself like that to anyone? Do you think there will be no consequences?"

He pushed you back, guiding you towards the couch again ─ his hands exploring your body with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

"Strip for me, baby boy. Show me that body you dared to share with someone else. Show me what only I should see."

His voice was commanding, his eyes burning of lust and anger. He watched as you hesitantly complied, removing your clothes piece by piece, revealing your naked form to him ── your dress was discarded somewhere in the room, your breasts bounced while your nipples became hard from contact with the air, your pussy was already wet, a simple kiss had done that to you.

He looks at you with admiration... All of that was for him, a banquet of the gods, he wasn't going to leave you in punishment, no matter how angelic you were, he was going to reduce you to a dumb and beautiful mess, totally broken for him.

"Look at you... So eager to please, so desperate for my touch. Did just one kiss from does your uncle get you this wet?"

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he took hold of his cell phone, opening the camera app with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Well, since you were so willing to show yourself to that boy, I think it's only fair that I capture this moment. Don't you agree, my precious angelito?"

He positioned himself in front of you, his cock springing free from his pants. The sight of his naked arousal feels a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. He pulled you down to your knees, his grip firm on the back of your head.

"Suck it," he commanded "Let the world see what a slut you've become."

You hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. But the thought of defying him only fueled his anger further. With a mixture of trepidation and submission, you wrapped your lips around his throbbing length, your tongue swirling around his head. He groaned, his grip tightening in his hair as he began recording your submissive act.

"You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Such a good boy, taking it all in."

He continued to record, capturing each salacious moment as you eagerly pleasured him. The taste of his cock and the sound of his moans filled your senses, heightening your own pleasure. Your body responded, the tingling warmth between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment.

"No one else gets to taste you like this. You're my slutty boy, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He spoke as the fat and hot tip of his member hit your throat repeatedly, making you choke and connect your nose with his groin, the lack of air making you momentarily see stars as he let you breathe again.

As Miguel reached his climax, he grunted and released a hot jet of cum into your mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, feeling the pulsing sensation as he emptied himself into your mouth. The taste of his essence filled your senses, mixed with the bitter-sweet humiliation of the situation. Once he had finished, he withdrew his dick from your mouth, his grip firm on your face. He forced you to open your mouth wide, showing your dirty tongue, coated with his cum, to the camera. The sadistic glint in his eyes only intensified as he instructed you to swallow it all.

You obediently complied, gulping down his cum, heavy tears ran down your body, while his thumb pulled your cheek to show him even more of your oral cavity.

"Look at the camera....You look like a damn porn star... A filthy, little porn star."

You barely had time to react, then the man trapped you beneath him again ─ his thighs separated yours, while he looked at your cunt milking the air with so much excitement, making him laugh mockingly and dominantly ─ without prior warning, his thick cock entered your wet pussy, stretching you to your limits and causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to surge through your body. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, granting him unrestricted access to your most intimate parts.

As he thrust into you, Miguel focused the camera on your tear-streaked face, capturing every moment of your vulnerability and submission.

You were a mess of conflicting emotions, a beautiful sight to him as he reveled in his dominance over you, The desire makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong ── soon you find yourself thrusting your hips onto his cock, whimpering pathetically as you moan his name.

"Mmm, you're such a buen chico para mí.. such a good and beautiful pussy... You hid it from me for so long... But you showed it so easily to that bastard... You disappoint your uncle sometimes, boy."

His hand left the camera momentarily, his fingers finding your clit, caressing it in a way that made your moans intensify, he watched your reactions closely, moaning with lips parted, as he looked directly into your teary eyes.

"See, I knew you'd love this, aren't you? Oh, sí... Mierda- Eres tan apretado chico".

Then, with the peaks of moans and pounding of flesh on flesh, his grunts grew louder and more primal as he climaxed. With one final thrust, he released his hot sperm deep inside your pulsating pussy, filling you with his essence. When he pulled out, the camera captured the evidence of your intimate connection, showing the mixture of his cum and your own juices. Your pussy clenched and milked the air, aching for more even after he finished.

"You've taken all of my cum... Un buen chico para tu tio."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction mixed with a tinge of shame as you watched your body respond to his touch.

He smiles at the video on his cell phone, while looking at you with a dangerous glare.

"Now you're going to be a good putito... After all, you don't want this to leak out to our family, do you?"

You had no choice, and maybe you didn't even want to... Miguel had broken you, as he always wanted, you were his now, only his.

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angelsworks · 9 months

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A Scarab Knows Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x reader

Summary: Times when the scarab on your boyfriends back caught you in a lie.

Warnings: Smut, angst, insecure!reader, talks of period, 18+

Moodboard credit goes to @your-yandere-kiss They’ve got so many other great moodboards. I’d definitely recommend you check them out if you like that sort of thing.

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It took a while to get used to the scarab. Khaji Da was not what you were expecting Jaime to reveal after a couple of months of dating. Your boyfriend was so nervous as he explained the ancient alien that held the power of the blue beetle that had bonded to his back. At first you had no response. Then you wanted to see it to which Jaime happily obliged.

Your eyes found the shiny blue shell of the beetle in line with Jamie’s shoulder blades. Call it morbid curiosity that lead you to reaching out and gently tracing part of the scarab. When red eyes opened and glowed along the scarabs elytra in response you jumped back in surprise. The action causing Jaime to jump up and away from you.

He didn’t say anything, instead staring almost blankly at something behind you. An action you’d found him doing throughout your relationship. Only now did you realise it was because of Khaji Da.

Finally he spoke, “I think it likes you.”

From then on things got better with Jamie. There were no secrets between the two of you anymore and you could continue your relationship in peace. Well almost in peace. The scarab on his back was to blame for that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Khaji Da, it’s just that it was almost like another person you had to share your boyfriend with. A person that was with him all the time. A person that he has secret talks with. A person that he fought crime with.

You weren’t jealous. Jaime was yours and Khaji Da had no interest in him like that. It was just hard getting used to being in a relationship with Jaime and now Khaji Da. After telling you about his scarab Jaime could talk to it more openly, without you thinking he was strange. Sometimes you’d be with Jaime watching a movie and he’d answer a question you hadn’t asked. Or other times you’d be looking for something you’d lost and he’d blurt out it’s location, claiming Khaji Da had told him.

Khaji Da wasn’t all bad, in fact it treated you kindly and as a valued person to Jaime. Over time it too became protective like Jaime towards you. A gesture you found sweet. Well mostly sweet.

One evening you saw the positives to the scarab on your boyfriends back.

The day you’d had was one for the history books. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. This morning you overslept for class meaning you had to rush out the door. In class you realised you left your paper you’d been working on at your home. After class you went to your job at a local restaurant. A job that on a good day would wear you down and drain your social skills. But on a bad day? It was unimaginable. To add to it you started your period mid shift, unprepared of course.

Finally at the end of the day you remembered the plans you had to stay over at your boyfriends apartment. Despite feeling anything but happy, you plastered a smile on your face and pushed your tears back as you greeted him. You hugged him tightly and kept up your facade. Engaging in small talk about your day and your class. Purposely leaving out or brushing over the majority of bad bits.

Jaime was buying the facade of course and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you hadn’t been dating for long and he hadn’t learnt you yet. However Khaji Da had, or to some extent it had.

A quick body scan had revealed your true feelings. Your low mood, recently working tear ducts and uterus walls cramping. All of which was relayed to Jaime whose face quickly took to looking crestfallen.

“Mi Vida, why would you lie to me?” Jaime asks softly. Pulling you from beside him on the couch to his lap.

You look at him startled. Unable to form words or even think of a coherent answer. But he waits for one. Even though it takes a few beats of silence.

“What - how do you know?” You ask him perplexed.

His tongue swipes out over his lips, “Khaji Da scans almost everyone I meet. It makes a habit of scanning you especially.”

You nod slowly, letting the new information sink in. You wonder just how much Khaji Da knows about you. You wonder how much information it passed on to Jaime each time you met. Was this the first time it caught you out in a lie, or just the first time Jaime chose to bring it up.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my bad day Jaime. You seemed so happy. I just wanted to enjoy being with you today.”

Jaime sighed and held you impossibly closer. Rubbing your back as you let out a few tears.

“Nothing you tell me would burden me. I love you so much Cielo.” Jaime whispers in your ear.

“Cielo?” You ask, unsure of the endearment.

“It means sky or heaven. That’s what you are to me. Nothing my Cielo tells me burdens me. You are my world, Mi Vida.”

Although Khaji Da’s interference worked out this time, it didn’t always. One time in particular didn’t end well with Jaime.

It was just past nine when your eyes glanced over to the clock on the bedside lamp. Jaime had been pounding into you for what felt like hours. He’d been out all evening doing something for Kord industries. The topic a sore one as you knew of the previous feelings he felt for Jenny.

You tried to put your feelings aside and remember that Jaime was with you now, not her. Your efforts hadn’t been good enough as Khaji Da and Jaime had seen right through it. Leaving him no choice but to show you just how much he loved you.

Yet the hurried passion between you hadn’t given you the stimulation you needed to reach your climax even once. There was little foreplay and things unraveled and quickly lead to him being deep inside you.

At one point you’d moved your fingers to your clit, trying to gain something to take you over the edge. Jaime, thinking you were acting up as you often did with him (in dynamic of course) removed your hand and pinned it with your other above your head. He gave you a gentle kiss and whispered some dirty words in your ear.

“Are you close?” He panted, still hammering into you. You thought about saying no, then wondered what he would think. You started to feel insecure in the fact that your orgasm was taking so long. So you decided to pretend.

It wasn’t something you’d ever had to do before but once wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You moaned out a reply and started your act. Rolling your eyes back into your skull, praising your partner for his work, clenching your walls on his cock. It wasn’t long before he followed you. Stilling inside you before reaching his own.

After pulling out slowly and kissing your temple he rolled over, having a moment before getting a wash cloth for you.

Silence hung in the air. Comfortable silence of course, but silence non the less. Jamie’s hand found yours, holding it gently as he often did.

Some time passed before his grip changed and became tighter. He turned on his side and looked at you accusingly.

“You faked it?” He asked, a little hurt but mostly angry.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heating up. “Jaime it’s not like that, you know I wouldn’t - ”

“But you did, or else Khaji Da wouldn’t have brought it up.”

You let out a huff, “Why does it matter. I’m sure it happens to plenty of couples all the time. I’m fine. Your fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

You move to roll over only to be pulled back by an angry Jaime. You’d never seen him this annoyed before about something you’d done. Usually you couldn’t put a foot wrong with him. He thought everything about you was great. It would be a lie to say his anger didn’t make you guilty about being dishonest.

“It matters because your my girlfriend. We aren’t just another couple. And while I’ve got working fingers, a working tongue and a working cock I have no excuse not to make you cum.” He tells you in earnest, putting his anger aside for a minute.

Although the sentiment is there, his wording isn’t. Jamie’s right, everything about him works. There’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to make you cum. It’s you that’s the problem and that same insecurity creeps back in once more. Making you doubt if there was something wrong with you. Making you remember why you lied in the first place. You didn’t want him to think less of you.

“So why Mi Vida, why lie to me? You know I love you.”

You huff again but this time it’s more pitiful as you feel your throat tightening. “It’s not you Jaime, it was me. It just wasn’t happening. I don’t know if I needed more foreplay or something. Maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong. Please let’s just go to sleep.” You practically beg. The warmth in your face ever increasing from the embarrassment you now feel.

As he understands your words he feels his anger dissipate. “There is nothing wrong with you Cielo, I should have done more before you know, going inside you. It was rushed. But you need to know that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love making you cum.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss Jaime. Who responded eagerly almost trying to make up for lost time. Showing you that there was nothing wrong with you at all.

“Let me show you how much I love doing it Mi Vida.”

You could only nod as your boyfriend spent the rest of the night doing everything he could to make you cum.

By the time he’d done you’d finished a record number of times and had forgotten any ill will you’d felt towards Khaji Da. It turned out to be quite useful.

#angelsworks post #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes #Jaime Reyes x reader #khaji da

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rrauda · 2 years

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Es increíble la manera tan intensa en la qué podemos amar,pero!!! mas increíble qué en las letras pequeñas no dijera que incluso se am4 pasando por encima de si misma 🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥

#desahogo amor #amor #local election #nomasviolencia #contra #mi vida #piyasa

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voglatte · 4 months

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smut con matías y que sea muy dom porfa, im begging you bestie 😢

⊹ ┊OR NAH ꒱ .ﾟ

↷ ˊ- pairing: matías recalt x f!reader.

warnings: +18, dom!matias, minors dni, choking, dirty talk?, creampie, p en v, thigh-riding, (leer bajo su responsabilidad).

summary: matías no se salva de caer bajo tus encantos aún sabiendo que eres prohibida.

• dani’s typing… ! siento que no sirvo para escribir smut pero bueno hago todo lo posible para que quede decente.

las luces de colores adornaban el lugar junto con un puño de gente en la pista de baile, sintiendo la música que sonaba dentro del local donde se encontraban.

ya habías dejado de sentir tus piernas pero aún así decidida seguiste moviendo tus caderas con movimientos circulares mientras tus manos bajaban por tu figura cubierta por un fino vestido negro de cuero.

no pasó más de dos minutos cuando la respiración pesada y entrecortada de alguien chocaba contra tu cuello caliente, no le diste mucha importancia y seguiste bailando pegando tus caderas a la notable intimidad del “extraño”.

tu cuerpo se relajó al sentir el característico olor de hierba con menta, que te volvía loca.

“te quiero comer entera, nena” la voz de matías sonaba un poco más profunda de lo que era haciendo que tus muslos se apretaran para aliviar el calor que se posaba en tu vientre.

no dejó pasar el detalle subiendo su mano hasta tu cuello dándole un pequeño apretón y riendo.

“sos una atorada, muñeca. espera que por lo menos estemos en un lugar más privado” dió un último apretón en tu cuello dejando la marca de los anillos que adornaba sus dedos y de un jalón te llevó fuera del local sin decirle a nadie.

sentías tus pantys mojadas y la cara interna de tus muslos llenarse de tu excitación.

“te voy a coger tan duro que te voy a dejar hecha un desastre, hm” la pesaba mano apretó tus mejillas dejando tus labios en forma de pez, para adentrarse a su auto con tu compañía.

tu respiración se entrecortó frotando por milésima vez tus muslo, tu centro pedia a gritos atención y matías no estaba aguantando más.

llegaron en tiempo récord donde él residía y sin perder tiempo estampó tu espalda contra la puerta de la moderna casa haciéndote gruñir por la rudeza.

“ahora muñeca, te vas desquitar tu misma en mi muslo mientras veo esas tetas tuyas rebotar enfrente de mi” al tiempo de la luz te despojó de tu vestido haciéndote sentar sobre él, en su cómodo sillón. “es mejor que vayas empezando desde ya” golpeó tu glúteo.

una mancha ya se formaba en los pantalones claros de matías y podías decir que te avergonzaba lo necesitada que estabas pero es que nunca lo podías evitar, más cuando se ponía autoritario, dándote órdenes.

tus caderas empezaron a tomar vida propia moviéndose para adelante y atrás consiguiendo el ritmo perfecto, tus gemidos salieron de tu boca al sentir la áspera tela de sus jeans contra tu clítoris aún cubierto por la fina capa de la ropa interior.

su boca aprovechó de morder y chupar tus sensibles pezones mientras dos dedos de su mano llegaron a tu boca, lo entendiste completamente y empezaste a chuparlos casi atragantándote.

“soy adicto a tus tetas, amor” ronroneó sintiendo la húmeda de tu boca contra sus dedos y la viscosidad en su prenda inferior.

el único sonido que se escuchaba eran las succiones de matías junto a tus gemidos cada vez más agudos que indicaban que estabas a punto de venirte.

tus movimientos se volvieron más desordenados cosa que lo notó y te hizo parar.

negó sonriendo, disfrutaba verte así toda arruinada con tus cabellos sudados pegados a tu frente y con la máscara corrida, culpa de las pequeñas lágrimas que salían de tus ojos por placer.

“no amor, te vas a venir en mi polla” te hizo levantarte con el leve temblor en tus piernas hasta llegar a su espaciosa habitación con la cual ya estabas familiarizada.

llegó a tumbarte en las acolchadas mantas mientras se desprendía de sus prendas con extrema rapidez, sus dedos bajaron el elástico de tu ropa interior dejando ver tu intimidad brillante cosa que le hizo agua la boca.

pero ya sería para otro momento, todo lo que quería era cogerte hasta que alguno de los dos no dieran más.

su polla ahora liberada y rodillas apoyadas en el colchón hizo que se inclinara un poco, pegando toda su masculinidad a tu vientre.

la deslizó unas cuantas veces en tu centro haciéndote lloriquear como una mimada lo cual fue reprendido por dos fuertes nalgadas en tus glúteos dejándolos rojos.

“cerra la boquita” dió dos golpecitos suaves en tu mejilla mientras tus labios formaban un puchero. “¿estás lista para lo que te voy a dar o no?” y con un leve asentimiento de tu parte su miembro se hizo espacio entre tus labios inferiores, cavando profundo en una sola estocada que te hizo gritar.

sus manos se mantuvieron firme en la parte trasera de tus muslos pegándolos a tu pecho mientras veía en primera plana como tu intimidad tragaba su polla.

sus manos ya marcadas en tus muslos y glúteos por las nalgadas que te daba cuando sentía su miembro ser apretado por tu intimida.

“preciosa, me vas asfixiar con tu coño” dijo entrecortado, su respiración se iba agitando con el paso del tiempo.

tu intimidad absorbía su polla y la apretaba de una manera exquisita para él que se encontraba al borde del colapso, en esos minutos donde sus movimientos se hicieron perezosos y sus gruñidos eran más fuertes, tomó tu cuello con rudeza apretando en el punto clave.

dos, tres, cuatro estocadas más y su semilla desbordaba de tus pliegues junto a tus jugos. la habitación olía a sudor y sexo, inhalaste por la boca queriendo agarrar todo el aire que se te había escapado.

se quedó observando un momento como su semen se mezclaba con los jugos de tu intimidad y sintió otra vez el calor en su vientre.

dejó un beso algo bruto en tus labios y se acostó al lado de tu figura mientras te apretaba junto a él.

no bastaron diez minutos cuando sonó un móvil, era el de matías y el nombre que alumbró la pantalla fue “enzo”, esperó unos segundos y le respondió a su amigo.

— “hey boludo ¿de casualidad mi hermana anda con vos?” se escuchaba cierto ruido por el móvil, indicando que aún seguía en el boliche.

— “lamento informarte que no, creo que me comentó que se iba a quedar donde lena y que la iba a pasar buscando, seguro se le pasó decírtelo a vos” a veces no sabía con que cara mentirle a su amigo cuando a su lado tenía a sus mismísima hermana en brazos.

— “ya la llamaré, dale matu ¡gracias!” sonó un característico sonido indicando que había trancado.

te reíste un poco para luego negar con tu cabeza.

“no se si sabés pero lena me dijo que ya no la usáramos como cuartada” dijiste y el rodó los ojos.

“en realidad, no me importa” se lanzó contra tu boca, besándola sin ningún apuro.

así es, te estabas enredando con el amigo de tu hermano desde hace ya varios meses pero ninguno tenía la cara de decirle por lo que se mantenían en secreto y les estaba gustando a ambos, le daba un poco más de emoción a la situación.

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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ ando trabajando en más escritos que próximamente los voy a estar publicando, paciencia que a veces me llegan muchos pedidos (los tqm) .ᐟ

#matias recalt #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #matias recalt smut #matias recalt x reader #enzo vogrincic #voglatte post .ᐟ #matias recalt fanfic

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anikaluv · 10 months

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I'LL BE THERE —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: stalking , Miles being a barbie kinnie, reader realizing there’s no escape lmao

❤︎︎ summary: Miles was your ex from a year ago, and you had completely moved on, blooming in your new life. So, why was he just now popping up everywhere?

❤︎︎ w/c: 800

❤︎︎ a/n: Was thinking about how Barbie has a million different jobs and went like, “What if that was Miles?”

E!42 MILES getting so frustrated in an argument you two were having; looked you dead in the eyes and spat, "If you don't like that shit, you can get up and leave."

E!42 MILES being genuinely shocked when that is precisely what you did, thinking this was just gonna be another one of the little squabbles you two were used to having

E!42 MILES realizing in the next following months that you could live perfectly without him and move on, while he, on the other hand, was going through the worst turmoil of his life

E!42 MILES deciding that whether or not you wanted him in your life, he needed you in his. So he was going to get you back no matter what

E!42 MILES turning around to greet you with a cheeky grin on his face at the cafe you’ve been a regular for the past 6 years as the barista going, “Hello precious, ¿Qué será para ti hoy? (What will it be for you today?)”

E!42 MILES ignoring your look of surprise as he jots down your usual order that he already has memorized and then has the audacity to look back into your eyes and ask, “Can I get a name for the order, please?”

E!42 MILES a few days later watching as you pull in your cart full of groceries to checkout and couldn't help but laugh mischievously when your jaw dropped when seeing that he was the cashier. (He made sure to scan your items very slowly)

E!42 MILES becoming the bus driver of the bus you took every day to work. Pulling up to your bus stop, opening the doors, tipping his hat, and greeting you with a playful smile. "Mornin', mi vida (my life), pretty day, ain't it?", ignoring your eye roll as you stepped onto the bus.

E!42 MILES who “coincidently” ditches the home gym he’s been using since he started being the prowler and starts going to the exact same gym as you, sucking in his breath when he sees you squat in those tight seamless shorts

E!42 MILES who’s happy to treat you and your niece to some ice-cream at the park inside of the ice cream truck he now works at, playfully chuckling at you as you arrogantly shoved the money into his chest.

E!42 MILES sitting comfortably in a salon chair at your normal nail salon as a nail tech, ready to paint whatever design you desire on your delicate fingers

E!42 MILES who types into his computer at your local bank as your bank teller, prepared to enter in your weekly / monthly checks when you walk in. Taking your check out of your hand to observe it, acting shocked like it’s not its about the same amount every time. “Woah, cariño (darlin’) , did’nt know my girl worked this hard.” (He was proud of you, he knew his girl could achieve anything she wanted on her own )

E!42 MILES who welcomes you openly to his salon chair at your favorite hair salon when your usual stylist “happens” to be out of town going, “Hey mami, you want the usual?”

E!42 MILES at your library organizing books loudly while you’re studying for a important exam, holding his finger at your lips when you’re about to explode and scream and whispers, “Baby, this is a quiet environment, quiet your lips f’me aight?”

E!42 MILES clocking in as your yoga instructor at your yoga studio only on the one day of the week you go, wearing a purple headband with a tight tank top and yoga pants that showed the ass you didn’t know he had. You groaning as he does doggy style shouts, “Thats it ladies! You want to really arch your back like this!” while smirking. (Kelly Clarkson’s “What doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger” is playing in the back)

E!42 MILES who works at your local mall at Nike on one knee in front of you happily assisting you put on one of the pairs of shoes, locking eyes with you the whole time wearing that smug grin he always got. (When he was finished you kicked him in the face before he got up, but lets be honest, he probably fell in love more)

E!42 MILES being on the plane you were taking to move and get away from him. Wearing his flight attendant uniform and slowly making his way down the aisles. Finally getting to you and turning to you as that cute scowl appears on your face while nonchalantly saying, “Would you like some pretzels, ma? They gluten-free.”

E!42 MILES chuckling loudly when you downright ask him why was he following you everywhere like a stalking creep, amused that you haven’t gotten the message yet

E!42 MILES picking up your chin to make you give him all of your attention, leaning down to where your lips brushed against each other, and spoke in a quiet tone no one else heard,

“Doesn’t matter where you go or what you do conejita (bunny), I’ll be there."

ENDING A/N: Is this really extra and extremely unrealistic, damn right. But its funny.

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TAGS:

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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potential request: The reader has been dating Miles for a while and after having a particularly rough day, then being comforted by Miles, decides to thank Rio for raising such a lovely son and just expressing how grateful they are to call Miles their partner.

E-42!Miles and Rio would be preferred since I feel like that version of Rio, would appreciate the sentiment more (due to being more stressed as an overworked single mom). Although E-1610!Miles and Rio would work too.

aww, i love that idea <:)) i hope you like this anon, fuck, i truly love this what 😭😭💖💖💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he was definitely raised right. – miles 42 x reader

art creds: @1_0T0R on twt !!

as you two were heading home for the weekend, miles didn't move his arm away from your shoulders–not one bit. he stayed there, holding you close to him, and letting you lean against his shoulder as you two listened to the playlist you both made together. today wasn't very good, it was okay but... it was tiring, uneventful, and it felt like it was dragging on longer than it should've. luckily, your boyfriend miles had caught on to your not so happy attitude and wanted to fix that the best he could.

he helped you out with your homework assigned today so all weekend-long, you'd be clear of work. he also carried your bag and books for you, even though you told him he didn't have to–he insisted; and when miles gonzalo morales insists on doing something, he'll go through with it and do it. as you two got off the bus and headed down towards his neighborhood, he offered to get you your favorite drink at a local bodega you guys frequent whenever you visit him. he let you look around for a bit, let you choose what you wanted to drink this time. you hesitated because the drink you wanted to get this time around was a little pricey and you didn't have much cash on you after the bus ride.

miles noticed your hesitation and asked you if you wanted it, with you saying yes, but putting it back on the shelf because it was too expensive. "nonsense." he said as he took the drink and walked up to the register with the snacks you two were going to share. you tried to take the drink away from miles and put it back on the shelf, but miles insisted to you, yet again, that he wanted to buy you that drink. "please, mi cielo, don't feel bad. as your boyfriend, it's my obligation to do this for you–and besides, it makes you happy, doesn't it?" he asked you with a smile as he thanked the cashier and handed you the drink he bought you on the way out. "if it makes you happy, then i'm already the happiest guy around, mi vida." he said as you gently smiled and took his hand in your free one, clutching the drink he bought you in your other hand as you sipped on it, feeling a lot more lighter and happier than you did earlier today.

you walked with miles, hand-in-hand, all the way back to his place. he carried all your things and the snacks he bought for you all on his own. every time you asked him if you could help, he'd gently reject your offer to help and insist that he's got it–all that matters now is that you're much happier than before. his mother greeted you two by the door, with her kissing miles' cheeks a 'welcome home' and her smiling and wrapping you in a tender hug. as miles went to the kitchen to get you some food that his mom cooked for dinner tonight, you and rio talked all about the events that unfolded between you and miles today. you went on and on to her about how sweet miles had been all day; how he offered to do things for and with you, buy stuff that'd make you happy and comfortable, and just how he'd stay with you all day to keep you happy.

rio smiled widely as you two sat at the dinner table, with you clutching her hand in yours as you spoke. "ay, my mijo's quite the gentleman, isn't he? he takes that after his father." rio said with a soft voice as she looked down at her hand being clutched by your own. she reminisced the happier, simpler times when miles' father was still around–when he and miles would be each other's allies when nobody else would be there for them, save for her and uncle aaron. she knows that miles still misses him like she does everyday, but to know that miles turned to be a very good, sweet, caring kid despite everything that's happened to them... it's enough to keep her heart warm.

you smiled as rio lifted her head up to face you, with slight tears in her eyes. "i guess so, but, mrs. morales... i think miles is this way because of you raising him right. and for that... thank you. thank you so much that you raised him to be the most loving, caring boy i know. no one can hold a candle to the love miles gives me and his friends, nobody is as caring as he is. i hope you know just how much he cares about you, as well, mrs. morales; not a day goes by without him worrying about you and thinking of calling you to say hi, tell him how he's doing." you said with a broad smile on your face as rio's smile fades; her mouth slightly agape as a few drops of tears fell from her eyes. you scrambled to get her a tissue from your pocket, since she hadn't wiped them away yet; oblivious to the sensation of her own falling tears at your sentimental words. "oh, no! no, no, i-it's okay, dear." she said with a smile as she wiped her tears away, sniffling the remaining ones back as her smile returned.

"i'm so glad... i'm just so glad. thank you..." she muttered as the tears came back again, but she wiped them yet again with a small chuckle as you grinned at her, sharing her happiness in that small moment when rio realized all her efforts, hard work, and everything she's ever done for her boy had paid off more than she expected it to. as miles came back with the dinner now served for all three of you, you let go of rio's hand as she nodded at you, thanking you for your assurance to her that she was doing a good job as a mother, and wrapped miles in a big hug. he was embarrassed at first since you were here, but as rio murmured to miles that she's glad the little boy she's cared for never left and remained as humble and gentle as ever, miles returned the hug and held his mother tightly.

you gazed upon the two with sheer adoration in your eyes, loving how even though this family had experienced a tragedy, how miles experienced a tragedy in his life... you were still loved wholeheartedly and endlessly by this boy, who always put those he loved first and would go beyond any and everything just to see them all smile and be happy.

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tightjeansjavi · 3 months

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hi hi hi!! happy sleepover and happy one year of writing fic! 🩷 i’d love to request a little drabble (as i’m writing this I realize I can’t remember which emoji that is please forgive me) for frankie!! maybe like late night/rainy night vibes? x

Liv, baby, thank you for requesting this 🥺 I love me some soft soft Frankie

all my dreamin’

A/N: I love Frankie, and I love rainy nights 🥺

~word count: 485~

Summary: Frankie is rich with his love for you

Pairing | frankie morales x f!reader

Warnings: none, just some soft Frankie fluff, one mention of alcohol, established relationship, domestic intimacy, no age gap (no mention of age) +18 minors dni!

Translations:

mi vida - my life

Rain lightly patters against the window of yours and Frankie’s shared apartment. It’s late, half past midnight when the storm has started and Frankie hasn't returned home yet.

You’re used to the late nights without him. After long hours of working a construction job with the rest of the guys, Frankie would always be coaxed into having a drink at the local watering hole. One beer that he would sip for the next few hours before retiring home to you.

He was working extra shifts just to scrape up a bit more money for rent on top of your office gig. Money may be tight, but you and Frankie made things work. It was a relationship built upon mutual trust, and understanding.

When he returns home it’s one a.m. He’s quiet, not wanting to disturb you. He places his keys and wallet in the little bowl next to the door right next to your keys. He locks the front door, double checking it a couple times before deciding that it was in fact locked. He unlaces his boots, setting them down on the doormat.

It’s raining heavily now, thunder rumbling in the distance, and a bright flash of lighting casted shadows on the wall before he was plunged back into darkness once more. While he’s in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water, he notices a new drip in the ceiling and places an empty pot under it so that the water could collect there.

I’ll work on fixing that tomorrow. He thinks.

His socks have been worn so many times that there’s holes forming in the worn fabric. He refuses to replace them, despite your thoughtful nagging that there’s nothing wrong with buying new socks, Francisco.

But then I can’t spend my money spoiling you, mi vida.

You just roll your eyes, smile tugging on the corner of your lips.

When he gently pushes open the door to your shared bedroom, the first thing he notices is a brand new pack of socks on his nightstand. He lets out a soft huff, shaking his head as he picks up the socks and glances over at your sleeping frame under the comforter.

You little shit.

He sets the socks down along with his hat along the nightstand, scrubbing a hand down his face with a heavy sigh.

He’s slow to undress, feeling sleep begin to pinch the corner of his eyes as he tosses his clothes on the floor and crawls under the covers. His arm snakes around your waist, tucking himself around you, lips brushing the back of your neck in a tender sweep.

You stir, but don’t awake from your dreamland.

He squeezes you gently, breathing in your scent—the smell of clean linen and freshly fallen rain.

The ceiling may need patching, and his socks may have holes in them, but he’s rich in another way: he’s rich with love.

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possession-swapbody · 2 months

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Saliendo de prisión

Historia pedida por @malevessel

Saben crecer teniendo una vida muy dura fue algo que le toco a mi familia, hace 24 años cuando yo tenia una año mis padres fallecieron y quedé al cuidado de Leo, el es mi tío segundo, era mi único familiar, lo malo que el no estaba muy bien económicamente y nos tocó vivir siempre limitados, cuando entré a la escuela el se aumentaba por días y luego regresaba con dinero para pagar mis estudios, mi ropa, y en general todo lo que ocupábamos, todo lo que tengo se lo debo a el, pero cuando cumplí 18 el no regreso, me quedé a vivir solo, conseguí un empleo y apoyos para poder estudiar, me gradué de abogado.

Hace unos meses un preso me solicitó para llevar su caso ya que aparentemente su anterior abogado había renunciado, yo llegué a mi reunión con el pero cuando me estaban llevando a una sala para poder hablar con el pasamos por un área en la que vi a un hombre que me resultó familiar, creí a haber visto al tío Leo, cuando finalmente salí de mi reunión con mi cliente pedí a uno de los guardias si podía ver al señor que creía era mi tío, el guardia me dijo que estaba equivocado ya que ese prisionero dijo que no tenia familiares, pero como la información que le di al guardia coincidía con la del preso excepto el echo de la familia logré conseguir una reunión con el, cuando lo vi me reconoció, comencé a llorar de la felicidad y del enojo ya que no sabía porque me dejó solo, pero a la vez estaba alegre de volverlo a ver, luego me enteré que el fue a prisión por robar, resulta que para obtener el dinero para mantenernos a flote el robaba y vendía lo que robaba, eso me hizo sentir culpable, busque algún medio legal para sacarlo, pero resulta que en su estancia en prisión no había tenido buena conducta ya que se metía en varios problemas y casi mata a la última persona que todo ya que le causó un infarto durante el atraco.

Yo buscaba un vacío legal pero no encontré nada, no me quedo más opción que rendirme, le visitaba varias veces a la semana, hace una semana decidí buscar por última vez fui a la biblioteca local a buscar más libro y vi un libro raro que me llamó la atención, se llamaba la magia del cuerpo y alma, el libro explicaba como hacer 3 cosas, viajes astrales, posesiones y regresiones, también habían varias advertencias pero no había problema la mayoría eran casos poco probables, yo soy escéptico pero por pura curiosidad lo llevé a casa, probé el hechizo de viaje astral, seguí los pasos y de pronto estaba flotando sobre mi cuerpo,era asombroso, no lo podía creer, entonces fui a explorar el vecindario y después regrese.

Al día siguiente tenia un plan le enseñaría a mi tío y dejaría que tomara mi cuerpo, luego saldría y le buscaríamos un nuevo cuerpo temporal, ya que ni por su edad lo dejarían salir de prisión debido a su "ola de crímenes".

Así llegamos al día de hoy, fui temprano en mi moto a la prisión, ya le había explicado todo a mi tío, le dije el plan desde antes me pararía cerca de la prisión y entonces el me poseía, ser iría a mi casa y me dejaría para salir y buscar el cuerpo de algún vecino, y la primera parte paso como planeamos.

Me pare afuera de la prisión, un guardia me vio y preguntó si iba a pasar, le dije que no, que estaba pensando algunas cosas pero no era seguro, solo se dio la vuelta, entonces sentí un frío inundar mi espalda, era una sensación sorprendentemente incomoda, mi espalda se contrata, entonces escuché la voz del tío Leo.

Leo: hey muchacho ya estoy aquí vámonos.

Erick: no puedo tío tu estas tomando el control, ya no siento mis piernas.

Leo: es cierto esto se siente bien sabes poder sentir zapatos cómodos otra vez.

Eric: me alegra eso, tío antes de nada debo decirte que leyendo las advertencias ayer me di cuenta que la posesión tiene un efecto que...

Leo POV:

Leo: cual efecto, que pasa?

Genial ya se fue, sabíamos que el proceso era rápido pero no tanto, bueno creo que lo mejor será ir a casa, tome la moto de Erick y conduje hasta la casa, el sentimiento de libertad me hizo tan feliz que pensé que no haría daño si me paseaba un rato por el camino.

Luego me di cuenta que había pasado mas de una hora y en eso recibí un llamado de la prisión informando mi aparente muerte, pero solo dije que iría después, sabía que Erick probablemente no tendría mucho tiempo ya que no me pudo dar la advertencia completa.

Al entrara la casa , me vi en un espejo, era tan raro ver a Erick en el reflejo y no a mi, comencé a buscar el libro que no encontraba por ningún lado, estuve buscando por mas de media hora, entonces comencé a sentir una extraña ola de excitación, pero sabía que no debía hacer nada por respeto a mi sobrino, seguía buscando pero la sensación cada vez era mayor, el cuerpo que habitaba estaba caliente y duro, entonces encontré el libro, buscaba el apartado de posesión y por algún motivo sentía como cada vez mi cuerpo estaba a punto de correrse, encontré la página y las advertencias decían cosas como que no hay seguridad de mantener personalidad y un montón de cosas específicas pero no de gran importancia, entonces llegué a un párrafo que de no se por mi estado en el cual ya sentía como gotas de semen escapaban de mi pene prestado me habría dado un paro de lo grave que era.

Debido a que el cuerpo humano está echo para que un alma habite en su interior suele haber una relación que a la hora de la posesión se corta, ya que el alma del dueño original se desconecta para dar paso al del nuevo anfitrión, por lo que debes estar seguro de que escogiste al cuerpo correcto o de lo contrario déjalo usando el mismo hechizo para regresar a tu cuerpo o saltar al cuerpo de alguien más, ya que al desconectar el alma original esta solo cuenta con 2 horas antes de ser expulsada de su cuerpo, este se daría a través de un estado de éxtasis en el cual el cuerpo se auto estimulará para correrse y sacar el alma original, una vez fuera el alma ahora líquida deberá ser almacenada en algún recipiente, vaciado en algún objeto o persona para no perderse, ya que de quedar expuesta reaccionara como cualquier fluido y al secarse se desvanecerá de manera permanente.

No podía creer lo que leía ya que sentía como me estaba corriendo en contra de mi voluntad, entonces me di cuenta de lo que pasaba, acababa de pasar, Erick acaba de salir de su cuerpo, me deje llevar por sentirme libre y desperdicie el tiempo de mi nieto antes de ser separado de su cuerpo, de manera rápida me quite el traje y lo coloque sobre mi entrepierna con la esperanza que mi sobrino aun estuviera en parte dentro de el pero ya era tarde, toda su esencia aparentemente quedó impregnada en el traje de motociclista que llevaba.

Busque en el libro pero no había nada que dijera como revertir esto, solamente descubrí que ahora Erick estaría en ese traje, tome el traje pero al tocarlo escuche su voz.

Erick: tío, me puedes escuchar?

Leo: si, pero como es esto posible.

Erick: no lo se exactamente pero creo que es como si pudiera sentirte cuando tomaste el traje porque antes de eso todo era silencio.

Fue entonces que una idea paso por mi mente, me volví a colocar el traje y sentía como si alguien estuviera conmigo.

Leo: si, eso es cierto, que bueno que esta esta opción.

Erick.: que pasa?, puedo ver otra vez, y sentir, eso es buen... porque no puedo mover nada?

Leo: creo que al usar el traje puedes ver y sentir como si fuera tu cuerpo pero siendo un espectador desde donde no puedes mover nada pero si comunicarte, como en las películas.

Erick: bueno eso es mejor a nada.

Leo: concuerdo es algo positivo.

Eric: si para remediar a medias tu desastre.

Leo: lo se debí venir antes de que esto pasara, pero ya no puedo hacer nada créeme yo quisiera que esto no hubiera pasado.

Las lágrimas brotaban de los ojos de Erick mientras me sentía impotente y sin control de nada, el trato de consolarme a pesar que se llevó la peor parte del asunto, fue muy cruel de mi parte ya que yo conseguí un cuerpo más joven, una vida intachable y un nuevo inicio, mientras que el solo se podía imaginar el resto de su vida como un traje de motociclista.

Dos meses después..

Erick pov:

Ya han pasado dos meses desde que mi vida se vio terminada para ser un simple traje, pero no es tan malo, el tío Leo, me usa seguido y me consulta sobre como llevar mi carrera, mi vida y todo en general, hace lo que yo quiero para compensar lo que pasó, además de que consiguió un romee, Aron, que en secreto aveces me usa porque le gusta como se ve conmigo puesto, yo disfruto de sentir y ver lo que el hace, en especial cuando me usa y se calienta, es como volver a sentir los placeres carnales que el tío nunca haría ya que soy su sobrino, pero Aron satisface muy bien ese lado.

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tio miguel o'hara au

art cr: @/Andalusia_lu-

TW: EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT, STEP INCEST, OC MIGUEL, MANIPULATION, VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL, DARK THEMES, TRAUMA, GRIEF, BROKEN MIND, DUB CON, NON CON, POWER PLAY, HARASSMENT, GN READER, THREAT, PAIN KINK, DOLLFICATION, NSFW, BREEDKINK.

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I just wanted to make a definitive AU for my version of "Tio" Miguel O'Hara ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

[PART.1.]

♡ ┆Tio Miguel is your non-blood uncle who is thirty-five years old, his skin tanned by the hot midday sun accentuates his body and he has greater muscle mass than most men of his age; brown hair usually combed back and dark brown eyes that seem to penetrate your soul.

♡ ┆ He arrived like a hurricane in your life and that of your family, right after you moved to another quieter place in the Mexican city, practically a rural place where Miguel lived just a few meters away on a large farm, isolated from curious eyes.

♡ ┆ You had a grandmother who already lived there and she introduced the previously unknown man to you, saying that he was Miguel O'Hara, a close neighbor who always came to visit and was always nice to her, practically a son for the older lady. The tall Mexican man helped your family unload the moving truck, he was the first to approach like a silent plague and the target was always you, since the first time he saw you he had felt something more like his life had meaning again.

♡ ┆ Soon he began to frequent your house, being a friendly and solitary gentleman keeping everything from his past between his teeth despite the entire reception of his family with his persona. You, on the other hand, saw how he always seemed to look for you regardless of the situation you were in, even asking you to call him "Uncle" and that was when it all really started for both of you, the demand to be called that was subtle but already functional that even your parents told/demanded that you respect the man as someone in the family and in a short time he was already an influential and feared member of your family.

♡ ┆He is almost always seen dressed in ranch clothes or dress shirts and jeans - punctuated with cowboy or work boots, most of the time they are expensive fabrics that are not compatible with the minimum wage he receives for his work as a caregiver of farms or livestock. He is occasionally seen wearing a shabby brown suede cowboy hat.

♡ ┆When you ask him about his profession he just smiles and uses the same excuse that he got extra money from some competitions he won at the local bullfight ─ and the mysterious gain is not only used for his own use but also to buy gifts for you, he is not afraid to manipulate or seduce you with monetary gains to capture your attention and keep it, if you want something he will give it to you without thinking twice just to keep you for him, whether for his money or by making you afraid. Miguel secretly ran the underworld of drugs and smuggling but he would never tell you that and he would rather die than for you to discover his source of money in reality.

♡ ┆He always uses affectionate and possessive nicknames with you, like 'Mi vida' 'Mi angelito' 'Mi carinõ'; practically like a passionate lover would do or even he would grab you and hug you, touching you in different places and leaving a trail of heat wherever his fingers passed, even though he was your uncle he would treat you like a possessive companion would.

♡ ┆He drinks a lot, his favorite drink is expensive and pure whiskey. He also becomes almost predatory when he's drunk, often coming into your room on celebratory nights and whispering dark promises to you ─ you've seen him kneeling at the side of your bed as the warm alcoholic breath comes from his thick lips, phrases like: "You will always belong to me", "anyone who dares to come close to you I will kill them.", "I will never let you slip out of my hands, my precious angel." Or even the secret desires to use your body escaped his lips on those rare nights when the drink overcame his stoic and cold demeanor.

♡ ┆Most of his cold behavior is the result of the fact that he never had children and also due to the death of his late wife, killed by a fateful fate that he refused to talk about. He tends to be extremely rude to everyone but he tries to be as gentle as possible with you, even though it can be scary at times. He is domineering, impatient and quick-tempered, looking for your company during family outings or parties. Miguel will manipulate you by saying that his behavior is normal, saying that you were his family and he was just trying to make your bond grow and he will also manipulate your family to sweep away any complaints you may make. from the carpet or say that you were being dramatic and if you try to return his advances he can be extremely rude and easily hold your body, whispering subtle threats like: "You don't want to see me angry, do you, angel?" While leaving your wrists marked red from the force he had put there.

♡ ┆He doesn't let you have boyfriends or girlfriends, if you dare to have a partner he will do everything to make your parents stop this relationship. Even if you are an adult he will do everything in his power to make your life hell if you dare to leave him for a random person. Most of your relationships ended mysteriously because your dear tio used his influence in the underworld to threaten your partner. It will also alienate you from friends or acquaintances, a useful way to maintain control over yourself.

♡ ┆He always invites you to his farm on the weekends, always with the promise of some expensive gift or comfort from all the weekly stress. If you accepted (through free and spontaneous pressure from him) he would spoil you and always spend exorbitant amounts of money on you. If you have problems with your family, he will convince you to leave your home and talk to your parents to let you stay with him in his house for an indefinite period of time. Your Tio I planned to make you his perfect future companion, submissive and untouched by the evils of the world, a husband/wife so he could have a real family again, even if he was your uncle.

♡ ┆He tries to make you sleep with him several times, be it with monetary gains, manipulation or breaking you to the point that you throw yourself into his arms because he thinks you won't get anyone to love you like he does. During sex he plays the role of a tough dominant, often treating you roughly and likes to use your body to vent his frustrations. Miguel will choke and bite you, marking your neck and shoulders with painful, red bites, - even hitting you if you try to struggle or struggle against him, whether it's slaps to the face or butt making you whimper and become more still and controlled in his control. He uses his greater physical experience and constitution to hold you back if you try to run. Your Uncle likes to fantasize about getting you pregnant and making you a perfect little doll for him, he fills all your holes with his semen. He can spit in your mouth, hit his dick on your face, giving you hickeys on your neck, strong bites, or cumming on your face and recording everything afterwards to threaten you if you don't want to accept his marriage proposal later.

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Criminal!Joe Series: Flowers - Joe Velasco x Reader (feat: Mike Duarte)

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The Wolf - Joe meets his queen in an unexpected place.

Reward - Joe rewards you for your loyalty.

One More (NSFW) - Joe ruins you when you display your devotion.

Pictures of You (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike discovers you’re alive.

Bleed - Joe learns the story behind your scars.

Use Me (NSFW) - Joe surrenders to you.

You look radiant but Mike has always thought that. He watches from the shade of the trees as you amble through the local farmer’s market, smiling and laughing with the vendors, sampling their wares. That part of you hasn’t changed, it’s something you used to do every Sunday when the two of you were together.

When you pause in front of the flower stall he isn’t surprised, horticulture has always been your thing. Your fingertips trail over the petals of a peony and it takes him back eighteen months, to the last time he saw you. You’d been standing in the midst of your rooftop garden, pruning one of the rosebushes while he lingered in the doorway. He was on his way out, running late because he’d spent the morning twisted up in the sheets, making love to you.

He remembers the smile on your face as you tucked a red rose into the breast pocket of his suit, a splash of colour among the grey.

“Stay safe today.” You had told him, your lips brushing over the stubble on his cheek.

Never in a million years had he imagined that he should have been saying the same thing to you.

Your rooftop garden is gone now, every single one of those plants had withered away without your care. He’d wrenched them all out after the last video, he still has the scars on his palms from the thorns.

You’re still smiling when he approaches you, pointing out the flowers you want the florist to wrap into a bouquet. When your hand slides into your purse to pay her, he stops you. His hand comes to rest upon your lower back, his thumb trailing lightly across the base of your spine as he says.

“Let me.”

His voice is rough as he speaks, handing over the bills. The florist gives you the bouquet and you cradle it in the crook of your arm to prevent the flowers from crumpling.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve bought you peonies.” He says softly, those woeful dark eyes of his meeting yours.

There’s a tension in your shoulders, it vibrates through your entire body as you stand before the man you used to call your husband. You don’t speak and he can’t tell if it’s because you don’t want to or it’s the fact you can’t.

It hasn’t escaped his notice that Velasco’s right hand man is lurking in the background. Wherever you go he doubts that Bruno’s far behind. Right now the other man is sitting on a bench, scrolling through his phone, his eyes locked on the two of you. The fact he doesn’t intervene speaks volumes. Bruno wants to see how this all plays out because the truth is he doesn’t trust you. It gives Mike a little hope because maybe that means you aren’t with Velasco willingly, that it’s more about survival than it is about love.

“Mi Vida…” He begins and suddenly you find your voice.

“Don’t.” You say venomously, thrusting the bouquet of flowers into his chest. The crisp brown paper crumples as the petals fall from the peonies. “You do not get to do this to me.”

“Mi Vida…” He tries again but you shake your head, holding up your palm to cut him off.

“You told me you loved me, that you’d do anything for me.” You snarl at him. There’s a fury in your tone that he doesn’t associate with you. You’ve always been sweet, mild mannered. His rose amongst the thorns he used to call you.

Now your eyes are blazing, your brow is creased. That tension he was seeing before, he thought it was anxiety, it’s only now that he sees it for what it is.

Rage, pure unadulterated rage.

“You left me there at the mercy of those animals.” You snarl at him, shoving at his chest. “You have all the money in the god damn world and you couldn’t bring yourself to part with it, not even for your fucking wife. How could you do that to someone you love? How could you do that to me?”

“That is not true. Look at me, look into my eyes.” His voice raw with emotion. His hand fastens on your wrists, preventing you from lashing out at him again as he grips your jaw with his free hand forcing your furious gaze to meet his. “I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you…”

You try tear yourself away but he draws you closer because if he lets go now it’s all over. He needs to make you understand that he fought for you, that every single thing you endured he did too.

“I paid them.” He tells you, his forehead pressing against yours. “Everything they asked for I gave them and everytime I did they sent a video and I had to watch you being violated…”

“How do you think it felt?” You snarl at him, your breathing ragged. “When they raped me? When they dragged a knife down my back? When they sold me?”

The anguish it floods through his system and he’s back in his study, watching that first tape, knowing what’s going to happen, powerless to stop it.

“How do you think it feels Mike?” Your voice breaks as you say his name. He sees the tears rolling down your cheeks and it feels like he’s being fucking eviscerated, his heart, his soul, his grief, all of it is spilling out onto the concrete beneath his feet. “Tell me how it fucking feels.”

He doesn’t realise he’s crying too, not until he tastes the salt on his lips. His grip on you loosens, falling away and you withdraw, using the back of your hand to brush away the tears from your cheeks as you fix him with a hard stare.

“Everything they did to me is because of you.” You tell him as you turn away. “And I will never forgive you for that.”

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