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aurorawritestoescape · 7 days

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AMERICAN BEAUTY

best friend’s dad Joel Miller x f!reader || 2,7k

Summary: Joel sees you in a wet dream. Then you make his dream a reality.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, Joel’s pov, horny!Joel, age gap (reader’s in her early 20s, Joel’s in his late 40s), m/f masturbation, mention of f!oral, mention of piv, m!oral, light degradation/slut shaming, swearing. Pics are for the mood, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: This is for Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge 🌸 Thank you @morallyinept for hosting such an amazing event!💜Hugs and kisses to @iamasaddie for the gif in the m/b♥️Javi’s forehead smooch to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Hope you all will enjoy this filth🌹

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It’s late. Exhausted after a long work day, Joel is sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand. He’s mindlessly flipping through channels, taking a sip of the warm alcohol from time to time.

The dark room is lit only by the TV and his pupils jump every time the screen goes black and then explodes with another picture.

A movie catches his attention and he stops pushing the button on the remote control. “American Beauty”. He’s seen it a couple of times, years ago.

He watches a little and then changes the channel. While his eyes are set on an old infomercial, his thoughts wander back to the movie. The iconic scene flashes in his mind - a beautiful girl is lying naked, surrounded by a myriad of red rose petals. Joel chuckles at the irony of him stumbling on that movie but drives the worrying thoughts away. He’s too tired for this.

Soon the exhaustion and the alcohol in his blood take their toll and his eyes close by themselves.

When they open, he sees you. Sarah’s college friend, who is staying with them this spring break. When Sarah asked him if you could crash with them for a few days, he didn’t mind. He was glad that she would have a friend to have fun with.

But the moment he saw you, he knew that he was fucked. When you smiled at him the first time, he blushed like a teenager. You were a knockout beauty. Your voice was the hottest thing he’s ever heard. Your body made his cock twitch every time he laid eyes on you and your sexy crop tops, daisy dukes and bikinis didn’t help. Be damned Austin and its hot weather!

It’s not surprising that he’s dreaming about you now. It’s fucked up but hey, it’s just a dream.

As if his mind is mocking him, he sees you completely naked, while only crimson rose petals are covering your breasts and pussy as well as every inch around you. Some of them are floating around, swirling, dancing in the air.

You look perfect, lying there like an offering to him and he craves to see more. All of you. So he blows on the petals on your chest and they fly away in slow motion, revealing your beautiful breasts. You moan when the soft flowers graze your hardened nipples, and the sound makes Joel’s cock throb with need.

Can he touch you? As soon as this thought crosses his mind he sees his hand splayed on your sternum. He swears he can feel your heartbeat under his calloused palm. He glides his hand to your breast and kneads it. Your lips open and he hears your needy whimper.

He wants to tell you, ‘yes, baby, I’ll make you feel good soon, so soon,’ but his mouth is silent. He’ll have to show you then.

His gaze travels lower, to the heaven of your body, covered by the red petals. He glances up and sees your almost pained expression. Oh how you want his fat cock! ‘I’ll give it to you good, baby, don’t you worry. Spread your legs for me.’ His wordless wish is your command and your legs part oh so slowly, while he’s holding his breath in anticipation.

In front of his lustful eyes, your pussy blooms for him, still mostly hidden by the flowers.

‘Let me see’, he wishes, “Let me in.”

He carefully picks one petal off your mound and throws it away. You pleasantly surprise him when you lift your legs, and holding your knees with your hands, open your thighs wide for him.

‘Good girl,’ he thinks.

In a second his mouth is hovering over your pussy, and the sweet scent of your arousal makes his head spin. He darts his tongue out and presses it to the petal on the crease of your thigh. It sticks and he glides his tongue over it, before taking it out of his mouth with his fingers.

He does the same with another petal, which rests right on your clit. You moan when his hot tongue grazes your bud.

He picks the petals one after another with his mouth, lips, tongue, slowly and deliberately, almost edging you and himself in the process but he can’t help it. He wants to prolong this pleasant moment.

When all the petals are gone, his eyes feast on the sight of your bare cunt in front of him, glistening, crying for his attention. He lowers his face and his mouth latches onto your waiting pussy. The taste, the feel of you make his whole body tremble, his cock aches, desperate to be touched, and the sensation is so strong, he immediately wakes up.

He’s panting heavily, eyes darting around the dark room, his mind slowly coming back to reality.

The TV is still on, illuminating his surroundings, and he sees a wet spot on his jeans. His bulge is huge and his cock is pulsating under the confines of the clothes. He needs to jerk off.

Joel listens to the sounds upstairs but hears nothing. You and Sarah must be already sleeping. He contemplates turning on porn but stops himself. He can just remember what he saw a few seconds ago. It was so fucking hot and looked real.

So he unzips his jeans and pulls his throbbing cock out of his wet boxers. It’s big and hard, ready to explode from the slightest touch.

He holds it at the base, rests his head back against the couch and shuts his eyes. The image of you splayed naked, surrounded by roses, comes back to his mind and he begins slowly stroking his cock. He brings back the memory of his mouth on your pussy, him sucking, licking your soaked hole, gathering your arousal with the tip of his tongue and drinking your juices.

Joel is close and he wants to come inside you. If only in his fantasy. He forms his thumb and index finger into a small circle and brings them to the tip of his cock. Imitating your tight pussy, he slowly pushes the head through the opening between his fingers and moans your name, followed by “Oh, baby.”

“Mr Miller?”

Joel’s heart plummets into his stomach when he hears your soft voice, coming from the hall. To his horror, he sees you standing in the doorway. He’s not sure if you saw him or what he was doing at that angle, but his heart is pounding in his chest. He roughly tucks his hard cock back into the jeans, hissing in pain, grabs his plaid shirt off the side of the couch and covers his tent.

“ ‘s late. Go to bed, sweetheart,” he throws in your direction, almost out of the room, but your hand on his biceps stops him in his tracks.

“Mr Miller?”

His head whips your way,

“If ya need anythin’, just ask Sarah. I’m headin’ to bed.” He takes a step out and you say,

“Don’t I get to enjoy it?”

He freezes and looks back at you.

“Enjoy what?”

“That,” you point at his crotch with your chin, “Your boner. I heard you say my name so… I guess you should thank me for it.”

He gawks at you at first, not believing his own ears, but then his gaze narrows and slides from your face down your body. It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time just now.

A smirk tugs at his lips.

“Oh, you’re a slut?”

It comes out as half a question-half a statement and you reply with a smile, “I wouldn’t put it like that, Mr Miller.”

He turns to you, dropping his hands, not hiding his huge tent anymore, and you stare at it shamelessly, biting your lip at the sight.

“And how would you put it? Cos ya surely sound like one,” he says, coming up close to you. His eyes slide up and down your body, taking in your hardened nipples under a soft tee, tiny sleeping shorts, barely covering anything. Your big doe eyes are staring up at him as you purr,

“I just take what I want. Whoever I want.”

“Yeah, that’s a slut. Maybe I don’t like sluts,” he growls, taking a step and caging you against the doorframe. He doesn’t touch you but the arousal oozing from the both of you electrifies the air.

“Your hard-on says otherwise,” you retort and he takes a sharp breath. “Let me help you with it, Mr Miller.”

You say his name in a sultry voice, and a shiver goes down his spine. Fuck, he needs to come soon or he’ll bust a load in his pants.

Joel shifts his jaw in thought, staring at you. You lick your lower lip, looking crazy hot, and the decision is made. By his head or his cock, doesn’t matter.. .You gave him this raging boner so you’ll have to deal with it now. Morals be damned.

Joel walks to the couch and plops down with a grunt. He manspreads and you come up to him.

“I ain’t fuckin’ you, girl,” he grunts, looking up at you from under his brows. Faking a shy smile, you kneel between his legs on the floor. The sight of you standing on your knees, so obedient to him, makes his cock leak precum.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?”

“Fuck no, no daddies,” he growls, furrowing his brows at you.

You pout your lips in thought, scratching his jean-clad thighs with your nails.

“Mr Miller?”

He smiles. “Much better.”

“Sir?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” his cock practically vibrates when you call him that.

“Mr Miller it is then,” you smirk and unzip his jeans.

He lets you pull down his jeans and boxers to his mid thigh while he’s watching you, his big arm resting on the headrest of the couch, the other hand on his naked thigh.

The moment your fingers touch his stiff length, Joel curses and starts breathing heavily. He tries to keep his cool, but it’s almost impossible.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, that is standing at attention, red angry tip glistening with precum.

“Wow,” you breathe out, and he notices a trace of fear in your expression.

“ ‘s right. Think twice before you take on the task, baby.”

Baby. That word does something to you, he sees it. You squirm between his legs, blown eyes set on his twitching cock.

You take a deep breath, collecting yourself, and lower your head. All his muscles tense up as he anticipates the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock, but you freeze midway and glance up at him, beautiful eyes glinting in the darkness of the room.

“Was I a good girl in your fantasy?”

He bucks his hips in need and replies, “Very good girl.”

His tormenting mind brings back the images of you in the sea of red roses and a clear drop of precum beads on his slit.

You smile and murmur, “Let’s see if I can do better than her.”

With that, you lick off the arousal of his fat head and he moans at the sensation.

You start taking him in slowly but confidently, pressing your hot tongue to the underside of his shaft. Your hand is cupping his heavy balls, gently massaging them. You’re already drooling around him and he thinks, that’s what heaven feels like.

“What a nice sloppy mouth you’ve got there, little slut.”

His harsh praise makes you moan around his cock. You start bobbing your head, your mouth moving up and down his length rhythmically. Joel shuts his eyes, as the image of you working his cock adds to the ecstasy and pushes him towards the edge faster and faster. He can’t come so soon. He wants himself forever buried in your sloppy warm mouth. Or in your tight wet cunt. Fuck, why is he doing it to himself?

His balls get tight and move in your palm, and your mouth leaves his cock.

“Don’t come yet. I want it on my pussy.”

“I said I ain’t fucking ya,” Joel growls, clenching his teeth.

“I said on my pussy,” you roll your eyes and add, “Think of a dead dog or something.”

You fucking wink at him and get back to sucking his poor cock.

Your lips and tongue are massaging every inch of his length and Joel closes his eyes again, hastily trying to find something in his mind that can stop him from squirting his hot cum down your throat.

His truck needs an oil change, yeah, he’ll deal with it tomorrow. It helps for a second but then he pictures you all oiled up and glistening. This very moment your face nuzzles his lower belly as you take him so deep in your throat, he feels you swallowing around him.

Joel opens his eyes and sees tears roll down your cheeks, your lips wrapped around the base of his member, your eyes empty and full of lust.

He quickly grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, trying not to hurt you. You whine and he hisses,

“Shit…gonna come.”

“On my pussy, please, please!”

Joel groans and grabs you by the arm, lifting you on your feet. He tosses you on the couch, takes off your shorts and snarls, “ ‘course, no panties, little slut.”

He kneels between your legs, his hand braced on the headrest, the other wrapped around his ready-to explode cock.

“Show me your kitty, baby.”

“Oh, so is it ‘slut’ or ‘baby’, Mr Miller?” You purr, pouting your lips, but spread your thighs nonetheless.

“Right now you’re a fuckin’ brat,” he snaps and you smile, pulling your knees to your chest, just like in his dream. You lift your shirt, offering your breasts for his view as your hand darts to your pussy to spread your folds with your fingers, so he could paint every inch of you.

He points the tip at your soaked cunt, pumps his cock once, twice and the first jet of his cum shoots and lands right on your clit. You whimper into the back of your hand and your fingers get to work, swirling your bud, using his cum as lube. Joel doesn’t tear his eyes off the sight, milking his pulsating cock and giving you more, more, coating your pussy with a thick layer of his creamy load.

You’re wriggling under him, your nipples hard, belly heaving and when one more squirt hits your clit, you come, silently screaming and squeezing your eyes shut in euphoria. Joel sees your hole clench around nothing, and regrets not fucking your little pussy.

He’s panting, hovering over you, drinking you in and trying to memorize every little detail for his spank bank, while waves of pleasure hit you again and again, your body shaking and trembling.

“Oh, sir,” you whimper and he smiles triumphantly.

When your climax subsides, Joel goes to the bathroom. As he’s soaking a towel with warm water, he stares at himself in the mirror. His hair is tousled, face flushed. The realization of what he’s just done slowly sinks in and he curses at the reflection, “Fuckin’ dumbass.”

He returns and hands you the towel. You sit up and start wiping his cum off.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sarah. Or anyone else,” you say, looking up at him.

Joel nods, and his hand darts to touch your face but he stops himself. You get up and grab your soaked shorts off the floor before turning to him.

“How about we watch a movie tomorrow, Mr Miller?” You ask, coming up to him with a gorgeous smile on your lips that makes him blush. “Same time, just you and me?”

Joel’s looking into your eyes, fruitlessly trying to hide his infatuation with you, and his hand rises to your face. He gently brushes your lower lip with his thumb and mumbles bitterly, “Think I know what movie to pick.”

Your face lights up and you purr with a wink, “Can’t wait to not watch it with you. Sweet dreams, daddy.”

Joel grunts disapprovingly and slaps your naked ass, when you turn to leave. You gasp, looking back at him, and bite your lip.

Before going upstairs, you give him a charming smile and he takes a deep breath.

Yeah, he’s fucked.

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kokomyass · 3 months

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Genshin Headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters pt.2

Genshin x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!

featuring: Scaramouche, Kazuha, Cyno

Notes: for my man's scara, we are gonna refer to him as Kuni(kuzushi) or Wanderer, for my man's kazuha you are beidou's younger sister and the traveller and paimon know you, and in cyno's part, you are collei's main supervisor.

a/n: my lovlies I am here to deliver!! After an ACTUAL narrow win, the scara, kazu and cyno trio won our hearts! 💕

now that doesn't mean I won't do the others....but let's see.....anyways enjoy!! 💜💜

pt.1 is here!!!

Scaramouche

"The Wanderer....coming to Paimon and Traveller for help....this sure is a rare occurrence, Paimon must say!"

Paimon and The Traveller were sat opposite to The Wanderer who was looking down with a faint dust of pink on his cheeks.

He was in need of advice on what to get his girlfriend for their anniversary, and in desperation and no one else to ask, he found himself asking the Traveller and Paimon for advice.

"Shut it. I need some advice and then I am off. That's it." The Wanderer kept his head lowered as The Traveller smirked at his attempt to be tough but still seemingly desperate.

"Well, what do you need help with, Wanderer?" Paimon made sure to emphasis the word help failing to hide her cheeky smirk.

The Wanderer glared daggers at her before speaking.

"You are going to help me find a present." he wasn't really giving them a choice.

"A present?! For who?? Paimon knows you have no friends!" Paimon shouted with no filter for the whole world to hear before the Traveller covered her mouth.

"Shut up and bite your tongue, Paimon!!" The Traveller whispered in Paimon's ears ignoring her muffled shouts, "Yes we will help!" The Traveller said to The Wanderer as he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

They went to many different stalls making very, VERY, V E R Y small talk, as most of time The Wanderer would see a stall and would pick up an item, show it to the Traveller and Paimon and put it down.

"We've been walking for ages!!! Who is this even for?" Paimon moaned even though she could float.

"None of your business." the Wanderer spat as he picked up his pace making Paimon roll her eyes.

"Why is he being so secretive, is it for his girlfriend or something?" Paimon said joking like in the Traveller's ear as they giggled behind him finding the concept of him having a partner so unrealistic.

After a while, The Wanderer picked a few things that he liked and put them in a basket. He said farewell to The Traveller and Paimon before going to find the person the present was for.

"Paimon thinks....we should follow him to find who he is giving presents to!" Of course the Traveller didn't object.

So that is how they found themselves stalking the poor Wanderer. They followed him until he reached a girl on a bench reading book.

She looked up, saw him and a warm smile graced her face as the Wanderer smiled back patting her head.

He handed the girl something before she opened it and looked happier than she had just seemed as she jumped in his arms hugging him, as The Wanderer chuckled, hugging her back.

"I love you, Kuni!!"

"I love you too, idiot..."

Your voices could be heard by the Traveller pretty clearly, but not by Paimon

"Ugh Paimon can't hear....OH MY GOODNESS...DON'T TELL ME THEY ARE DATING!! MOVE, TRAVELLER I CAN'T HEAR ENOUGH!" Paimon pushed The Traveller's shoulder a bit too much...

Making them topple out of the comfy bush they were hiding in, interrupting the intimate moment.

The Wanderer was silently fuming as you jumped behind him confused as to who the random two figures were until you notice it was the infamous Traveller and her floating pet.

Just as the Wanderer was about to go insane you held his hand.

"It's okay Kuni," you smile warmly making his temper disappear slowly, "Hello! You must be The Traveller and Paimon! Nice to meet you!....although may I ask why you followed my boyfriend here?"

Even though it was too late, the Wanderer covered your mouth, holding you body against his.

"Y/N....shhhh!" his face was bright red as he looked down.

And of course Paimon had to say something...

"WHAT!!!??? THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND IT JUST ISN'T LIKE YOU!!"

You laughed as you pulled The Wanderer's hand away from your mouth holding it.

"Haha, well miracles happen I suppose....but you haven't told me how you know him and why you are here..."

Paimon gives a long run down of everything leaving a warm smile on your face.

"You asked for help just for me Kuni? You truly are a softie..." you give him a small peck on the cheek making his ears turn bright red.

"Well, you mean a lot to me idiot...." The Wanderer mumbled.

"Paimon still can't believe your getting some action...."

"SHUT IT PAIMON!!"

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Kazuha Kaedehara

It was your sister Beidou's birthday and you invited the Traveller and Paimon for a suprise party on the Crux.

"I'm so glad you could make it! I cannot wait to throw this party for her she's gonna love it!" you exclaimed walking through the streets of Liyue.

"Paimon is so glad she gets to come and celebrate!! And eat lots too..." The Traveller rolled her eyes at Paimon being food obsessed.

"I need to find Kazuha...he promised he would make it." no one knew about your relationship with Kazuha, not even your sister. Which is why you intended to tell her tonight at the party.

Kazuha had gone to Inazuma for 2 days and was meant to come back at Liyue Harbor by now.

"Don't be worried Y/N, Kazuha wouldn't break a promise! Paimon knows that much!" you smile warmly with love thinking out about true that was, hoping Paimon and the Traveller don't notice.

"Hello everyone." Kazuha's soft spoken voice could be heard as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly as he hugged you back.

"I missed you Kazu..." you whispered in his ear so that Paimon and The Traveller wouldn't hear.

"I missed you more Y/N"

"Um they look quite in love don't they Traveller~" Paimon wiggled her eyebrows as the Traveller laughed slightly. Unbeknownst to both you and Kazuha.

Time Skip!!

It is the night of the party and all presents have been given and everyone is drinking to their hearts content.

"Kazu, make sure you stay sober so we can tell Beidou our big secret. I know you can't handle alcohol well babe...." you whispered to Kazuha as the festivities began.

Little did you know, Beidou thought it would be funny to switch the grape juice he was drinking to wine.

"Thank you for coming again. Are you enjoying yourselves?" you sat by the Traveller and Paimon who were only one seat away from Kazuha.

"We sure are! The food is amazing~ won't you eat and drink?" Paimon asked as you seemed fully sober and they hadn't seen you get anything to munch on.

"Well I just want to make sure everything is okay before I eat and-" Before you could finish your sentence someone's arms slithered around your waist from behind, you turn back to see Kazuha with flushed face and eyes lidded.

"Kazu, are you drunk? And as much as I wanna cuddle, everyone is gonna see-" you whispered to him, trying to softly pull his arms away.

"HEY! KAZUHA AND Y/N!! WHY ARE YOU BOTH SO CLOSE?!" you hear Beidou's drunk voice as everyone went silent and stared at you with a drunk Kazhua wrapped around you.

"We have been together for 2 years though...." you slapped your hand over Kazuha's mouth, after he just spilled your secret, smiling nervously as everyone started mumbling.

"Paimon shipped you guys and all...but TWO YEARS?!!!" Paimon shouted.

"Beidou you see the thing is-" you sheepishly tried to explain before Beidou hushed you.

"I'm joking around....I knew you guys were together it's pretty obvious. You should let that boy live a little though...luckily, I gave him some wine to really enjoy the party" you stared in shock as Kazuha had now fallen asleep on your lap and Beidou laughed loudly as everyone began chattering.

"Traveller, Paimon....do you agree?"

"Yes you guys act like newlyweds...but we are so happy for you!!"

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Cyno

The Traveller and Paimon happened to be in Sumeru and they met up with Cyno just to see how he was doing.

"How's it going, Cyno? Anything new?" Paimon asked gleefully.

Cyno ate his food silently before replying.

"I want you to meet someone." he began eating again not expanding further making the Traveller and Paimon a bit perplexed.

"Um...do you wanna expand on that, orrrr...?" Cyno didn't say anything, all he did was stand up and start walking off assuming they would follow.

"Hey, hold up!!" Paimon and the Traveller chased after him walking his pace one they caught up with him.

They walked a long way to Gandharva Ville only to see Tighnari.

"UGHH CYNO WE ALREADY KNOW TIGHNARI!!" Paimon shouted in frustration from walking for such a long time as the Traveller shut her up.

"Tighnari, where is Y/N?" Cyno asked ignoring Paimon.

"Ummm I think she went to the Desert with Collei? Why?" Tighnari asked confused as to why Cyno was asking where his own wife was.

"Many thanks." Cyno walked off without answering Tighnari's question as Paimon and The Traveller followed.

They has arrived in the desert and 2 figures could be seen digging up in the sand.

"Paimon has had enough floating for one day, Paimon refuses to go anywhere!!" Paimon folded her arms standing her ground(or air??) before seeing Cyno and The Traveller walking off towards the people infront of them.

"Wait for Paimon!!!"

"Y/N, Collei." Cyno spoke out causing you to turn your head and smile warmly, waving. You stood up from your crouched position.

"Mr Cyno! And The Traveller and Paimon!!" Collei shot up as you told her to calm down so she didn't hurt herself.

"Hi Cyno, what brings you here? Or are you here for a usual stroll? And who are these individuals?" You walk up and give him a tight hug that he reciprocates.

"This is The Traveller and Paimon. This is Y/N guys." Cyno effortlessly introduced you.

"Why, I have heard loads about you from everyone! My dear Collei was just talking about you!!" you smile warmly whilst patting Collei's head.

"It's nice to meet you Y/N!! And nice to see you Collei!! Cyno why did you want to introduce us?" Paimon asked trying to sound polite.

You laughed as you answered the question for him, "You see, I am Cyno's wife."

"WHAT!!!??? CYNO WHY DIDNT YOU SAY IN THE WAY HERE? PAIMON WOULDN'T COMPLAIN AS MUCH!!" Paimon shouted a bit too loud and Cyno just shrugged.

"Didn't cross my mind." all you could do was laugh at Cyno's usual antics.

"This is shocking...but at least Paimon doesn't have to be a victim to your horrible jokes..."

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a/n: GUYS THANK YOU FOR BEING GREAT SUPPORTERS AND I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS!! DONT FORGET THAT YOU CAN REQUEST ANYTHING YOU WOULD LIKE! LOVE YOUUUUU!!! 💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮

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arcielee · 6 months

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Hae iksā

Summary: Aemond has been tasked to find himself a wife. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: AFAB Reader, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, p in v, overstimulation, loss of virginity implied, fat phobic comments are made and a Lannister acts like a cunt. Author's Note: Hey everyone! This story is based on this request:

And I took inspiration from the prompt from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff 💜 Thank you so much to my beloved beta reader @annikin-im-panicin for your insight, for your help, Ilysm 💜 Valyrian translations: Hae iksā is as you are, Sȳz riña is good girl 😈 Dividers by @saradika 💜

You never expected to catch the eye of Prince Aemond Targaryen, much less be wrapped in his arms as you both glided across the polished dance floor. It was a moment that came from the fairy tales with how he swept you away with his graceful lead.

It felt surreal to think how this was the very same prince whose notoriety began with the first bloodshed that inevitably threw the realm into civil war, and how it solidified when he brought it all to an end with his victory in what was now known as the Battle Above Gods Eye. He continued his regency until his brother, King Aegon II, had healed enough to ascend the Iron Throne once again.

The king decreed that the title Protector of the Realm remain seeded to Aemond, a new namesake that shadowed the last whispers of kinslayer. With his heroism now renowned, and ballads created to commemorate his bravery, it was the king who suggested that Aemond continue his bloodline.

There was the announcement of a grandiose festivity which began to breathe life back into Westeros’ economy, with ravens sent to every noble house, extending an invitation to every eligible noble lady.

This was how you came to King’s Landing.

It was the possibility of any bloodline to knit within the Targaryen dynasty that your father could not deny, and you were soon boarded onto a ship to Lannisport, taking a carriage with your septa to follow the Goldroad to the capital, your House flag and its embroidered kraken whipping in the air.

With your travels, your septa reiterated your purpose, an almost daily affirmation repeated, but your mind was also aware of all the ladies that would be in attendance and the probability of a moment alone with the prince was… well, not something that you would hold your breath for.

In truth, you were actually excited to visit the capital, the opportunity to meet and befriend the other noble ladies, though this optimism soon soured after your arrival. Road wearied, you were ushered by your septa and handmaidens assigned, washed and dressed in one of the many gowns stitched for this occasion: a bodice tightened to flatten your soft stomach and your chest pressed up for display. Though your whines were ignored as the corset strings were pulled, you felt rejuvenated, albeit breathless, when you were finally escorted to meet with the bevy of nobility from every kingdom, dressed in their finery and their murmured pleasantries.

At first you were aglow with the socializing prospect, though your excitement withered when you realized the quiet that washed over, the cruel curl of their lips as their eyes narrowed, their brows raised in mockery. Any attempt you made at conversing was met with an echo of patronizing response, but it was the hurtful comment of the Lady Lannister who boldly spoke, “I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance,” that made you excuse yourself, slipping away to wander the corridors until you found an ornate oak doors propped open, leading into the athenaeum.

Here you found your salvation amongst the rows of shelving, your unshed tears drying while your fingertips brushed over the leatherbound spines.

“Have I been found?”

It was as if your soul ripped away from your body, flooded with the burning realization that you were not alone.

Prince Aemond Targaryen was tucked away in a window seat, a book resting on his lap. Though his expression remained severe, his tone did not indicate if truly was annoyed with your presence. Instead, he watched you, his lavender eye flitting with curiosity, perhaps, while his sapphire stone reflected in the sunlight that poured through the bay window.

“Forgive me, I had only wished for a moment alone before I was paraded as a prize to be won…”

This made you laugh, your hand quick to clamp over your mouth to muffle the sound, and you would have sworn you saw the flicker of amusement wash over his sharp features. “My apologies, your grace, I had not meant to impose,” and you blushed from his steady gaze. “I also am hoping for some solace with a good book, though I find myself on which to choose with this selection at hand…”

What you had not expected was Aemond pushing to stand up, towering over your steps as he took it upon himself to walk you up and down the shelving, taking the time to point out his personal favorites and listening when you spotted your own. When you finally settled on Iron and Rubies, you noticed his brow knit with his question. “Warrior women?”

“I must learn if I am expected to survive this–” and you paused on the word choice, bevy of bitches, held back by your good propriety, caged behind your teeth, and instead you chose to say, “–these festivities being held in your honor.”

The prince was watching you carefully as if he did not believe your words, but he did not press and instead offered a smile. It was warm, it was genuine, and you tucked this moment away in the pages of the book in your hands.

But moments like these would repeat itself through the sennight, with your days finding its repetition: it began with a parade of skirts that flounced to capture the attention of Prince Aemond, with their indifference towards you allowing you to slip away and return to the library.

Every day you found him awaiting you, a question poised on his lips about your opinions on the book you were reading, or sharing his complaints of the tasteless tactics shown by the ladies in attendance. You saw the loneliness that haunted the severity of his expression held, like a mask worn to keep everyone at bay; there was a pain hinted with the little he would share when you two were alone, and his confidence in you made your heart soar.

You could not help but cherish this time shared, your wit striving to hear his laughter which would weave into your heart, this intimacy writing itself in the marrow of your bones. You already knew you would revisit these memories when you grew old and gray, all too aware that the prince would still be expected to take a wife by the end of the week.

It soon came to the final night and his grace, King Aegon, had called for two sets of minstrels to be rotated for a continuous play of jovial melodies that the guests could dance too. The night swelled with the clash of instruments resonating through the arched ceiling, of laughter and the clinking of crockery as every mouth partook in the feast that took a month to prepare.

When you arrived, you were nearly ambushed by the very same Lady Lannister, pulling at your arm, almost pinching at the flesh shown past your quarter sleeve as she pulled you aside. “I am aware of your dalliance with the prince, Lady Greyjoy,” she began with a tone that struck cold against the length of your spine. “I am aware of your…friendship with Prince Aemond and feel compelled to impart some advice.”

Your back was to the celebration, the sounds of the lords invited trying to capture the attention of the ladies who were searching for the silver haired prince muffled in this moment. Your eyes narrowed onto her. “What advice would that be?”

“My dear girl, I truly believe your stocky size would have you better suited for a broodmare,” her painted lips continued with a sneer. “A comely lord, of course, for your status sake…”

“Shall I gift her your tongue?”

You had barely processed her insult when his distinct timbre cut through as sharp as the blade of Dark Sister which hung at his side. You saw how the Lannister girl pale before she turned towards the prince, falling into a curtsy so deep, that her knees nearly touched the marble floor.

“Your grace,” her spiteful tongue now stammered her words, “I was unaware that you had arrived–”

“Or perhaps I should have her fed to Vhagar so she can no longer offend my sight?” He interrupted, his gaze settled on you alone, watching for your response.

There was a sense of exhilaration that trilled your spine with this momentary power he presented so flippantly in this moment. You could not stop your smile. “There is no need, your grace. I would much prefer a dance than to sour the belly of a dragon.”

He then reached for your hand, his large palm enveloping yours to tuck into the crook of his arm and leading you out to the dance floor. Here, he showed that the grace he held with a blade translated seamlessly with the waltz, and your head swam with the close proximity to him, of the woodsy amber musk that held onto his doublet.

You then burned with the realization that every set of eyes were trained to watch, to gawk at how tenderly he held you in his arms.

I suppose even a swine wrapped in silk is allowed their chance.

When it ended, you curtsied, quick to escape out to an enclave, to be met by the night and fresh sea air that rolled from the Blackwater Bay, the crash of waves muting the party you left behind. Your hand pressed to your chest, your heart beating against your bones, and you focused on slow, deep breaths.

“Are you all right?”

Your blood began to rise to the surface as you spun on your heel to face the prince. He was dressed in black, sleek and tailored to his leane frame with his house sigil embroidered onto his chest and a cape draped across his broad shoulders with a forest green underlay that peeked with the breeze. He was poised, his arms knitted behind and rested on his lower back, his silver hair glowing in the silver moonlight.

You looked back over the bannister, your grip tightening on the stone. “Please, your grace, you have done more than enough for me this night–”

“Aemond,” his low tone halted your words and you looked back to see his large hand pressed to his chest. “Please, my lady, with how well we have gotten to know one another, I would wish that you would call me by my name.”

You could not help your incredulous noise to his request. “Forgive me, Aemond,” and the emphasis added on his name caused his lips to curl upwards, “but I am confused as to what game you are playing. We are both aware of what is expected of you–”

“That I am to find a wife,” he again interrupted.

Your lips pressed into a line, barring the frustration that threatened to spill, exasperated by his amusement that seemed to replace his usual stoicism. “Aemond,” your voice was strained, “I have truly enjoyed our time together, but now I must implore that you find your formidable wife as is expected, as I am certain she must exist,” and your hand waved flippantly back towards the entryway that led into the hall, into the sea of skirts swarming, “somewhere within the Keep.”

“I have already, Lady Greyjoy.”

You did not dare meet with his gaze, your eyes dropping to watch his leather boots take slow steps to where you were rooted on the terrace. It was something inevitable, something that you knew would happen, but still his words began to burn into your chest. “Oh. Then may I be the first to offer my congratulations.”

His amusement was still apparent in his tone. “For myself or for you?”

You blinked. “Aemond, you could not possibly pick…” and you faded away, still mulling over his words.

“Would it have ever occurred to you that I find all of you attractive?” Aemond pressed closer, his arm reaching, and you allowed him to take your hand, watching his slender fingers curl to hold, his thumb running along your knuckles. “I would not pick and choose parts of you that I love, and just ignore the rest. I find that you, as a whole, are exactly what I have been hoping for,” and a sly smile played on his lips, “in a formidable wife.”

It tore the air from your lungs, but his warmth kept you grounded in this moment. “Love,” was all you could manage. It was not a question, but you were unbelieving still.

He leaned forward, the silk spill of his hair, his gaze locked onto you. “Yes,” his finger touched the underside of your chin, holding your attention. “I believe it began from the moment we met in the library, but it has become a certainty as we continued to cross paths. If you would have me,” you now noticed the pink stain to his cheeks, “I wish to announce that you would become my wife.”

“Me?” You felt numb from his confession, from the nip of the cold air.

He hummed again, stepping ever closer. “Yes. I love you,” and you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning your cheeks, “just as you are.”

With the announcement of your betrothal, the Red Keep was emptied of the excess nobles to begin preparations. Your fingers felt numb when you wrote the letter to your father: Prince Aemond Targaryen has chosen me to be his wife. The freedom you once shared in the library was now monitored under a spyglass; Aemond remained respectful, of course, though you noticed how his touch lingered, his palm pressed to your lower back or his lips to your knuckles with his kiss.

His subtle gestures were for you alone and it left you wanting more.

The ceremony was intimate with only his family and your septa present. You felt dazed from the attention shown that day, scrubbed raw and hair prepared, the corset tightened around your silk chemise before your heavy gown was placed over. Your ears burned as your septa tried to prepare what wifely duties would be expected, a trepidation curling at the base of your spine.

The vows were exchanged with a chaste kiss, and soon your fingers were tucking into the crook of his arm, his large palm covering your own as he escorted you towards the marital chambers, a party in tow. It was then you saw the dragon that thrummed beneath when his voice commanded the room to empty, finally leaving you alone with your husband.

There was a moment and he stepped further into the now empty room, while a bashfulness crept into your bones, your hands trembling to remove the cloak as your eyes fell towards the bed made. You were now painfully aware of the intimacy that would be required and your eyes dared to look over to Aemond.

He was already bare from the waist up, his doublet and tunic removed and draped over one of the chairs, his hands pausing at the laces of his trousers when his gaze met with yours. He pursed his lips a moment, his neck bobbing. “Would you…like me to help you undress?”

You were choked on your breath with the sight of Aemond, as he seemed to be carved from marble, lean and lithe and marred by silver scars of the battles won, decorating across his chest. He was waiting, the gleam of the candlelight on the sapphire placed in his scarred socket, and when you gave a shy nod you saw the shimmer of his hair that spilled over his shoulders with his slow steps to close the space between you.

Your eyes fell to the lines that cut into his hips, dipping below the waistband of his trousers that rested on his slender waist; your eyes widened at the laces already loosened, at his bulge that strained against the crotch.

Aemond was now close enough to touch, his hands warm as always, returning your attention to his bicolored gaze. You were burning with his heady gaze, from the fire you knew to be knitted with the ichor of his veins. He leaned forward until his brow touched with your own, your breathing a sweet exchange with the scent of the Dornish wine served.

“I would not wish to hurt you,” his hum punctuating his pause, his vow to you, “I will go with whatever pace that you set.”

And so you kissed him.

Aemond hummed again, his lips soft and sweet and so very warm against yours. It was not chaste like in the chapel and you dared to deepen the kiss, feeling his grin against your mouth and his clever tongue curling to taste.

You gasped softly and his arms wrapped to pull you flushed to his chest, enveloping you in his warmth, in his woodsy musk of sandalwood and ash. A heat began to pool at your lower back, slowly permeating throughout, sending your heart aflutter. When he pulled away, you could not control the small noise you made and it was met with an almost roguish grin, his hand taking yours to lead you to the bed.

Aemond turned to face you and you nearly choked on your nerves as his fingers began to gently unfasten the latches and laces confining you within your gown, pulling away the layers until all that remained was your chemise and the smallclothes worn under. Your arms folded across your chest to shield, to shy away, but he was quick to wrap his large hand around your wrist, pulling lightly until your arms dropped back to your sides.

It was then that you noticed the black that eclipsed the lavender of his eye.

“Gevie,” he breathed, closing the space once more to capture your mouth. His kiss devoured you, his passion pouring into you and you were all too willing to drown. His hands roamed to peel away the remaining layers, a red stain to his sharp features and his lips kiss-swollen and parted as he looked over your nakedness.

“Gevie,” he repeated, pulling you to lay back onto the bed.

You sunk into the pillows and he climbed on top, now bare himself, his tongue relentless to lave every curve, every roll of your skin showing until the heat prickling began to consume you, his love bites flushing their dark plumes against your skin. You writhed beneath him, breathless and flushed, before he finally settled between your thighs, his fingers dimpling with his hold.

His exhale tickled the warmth that pooled between, and then Aemond pressed forward to place an intimate kiss to the bloom above your entrance. Your lips parted with a wordless cry as his tongue began to taste, his low groan reverberating your bones beneath.

“Just as sweet as I imagined,” he murmured between your folds and you were burning with how his clever tongue now pulled you towards an unknown edge.

You gasped, louder than before, with the gentle prod of his fingers that were slick with his spit, curling with purpose within your velvet walls. You nearly cried out as sparks of white danced in front of your eyes, the heat that had been pooling now coursing throughout and returning to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Aemond continued his ministrations, his tone growing husky with his encouragement, “Yes, my sweet wife, just like that,” as your pleasure began to spill, pulsing around his fingers that continued to coax you through your completion.

It was otherworldly and you only felt grounded with the welcomed heat that permeated from Aemond, feeling him shift to slot his slender waist between your thighs. You cant your hips to cradle him in your hips and Aemond lowered to press his length against your silken folds with a delicious pressure that had you shudder.

He swallowed your soft whimper with a sweet kiss, his hands roaming to hold you close for the slow rut of his hips against you. You felt raw from your prior release, and the mixture of pleasure and pain was now amplified when his head dipped lower, his kisses tickling and tasting the sheen of sweet across your chest and neck.

“Aemond,” you gasped and he hummed again, his perpetual smirk playing across his lips that captured your own again.

His mouth trailed your cheek, pressing to the soft divot below your jaw, and the rekindled heat began to lick at your spine, spreading in response. “Are you all right,” he murmured against your skin and you could only nod an eager yes, your words gone along with the trepidation from before, wiped away with his mouth and his tongue.

This earnestness seemed to please him and his low timbre praised you. “Sȳz riña,” and you burned with embarrassment for being unfamiliar to the foreign tongue he spoke so sweetly to you.

His arm then moved between and you felt a blunt pressure at your entrance. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades, beckoning him forward, and he followed with his gentle thrusts, pushing slowly past the slight resistance and sinking into your wet warmth.

You sighed when he fully sheathed, a pleasant stretch to accommodate his girth, and only when he saw your contentment did Aemond relax, melting against your softness. His head tucked into the curve of your neck, his low groan chorused your sweet sounds to this new sensation.

Aemond then stilled, waiting until your hands moved to cup his jaw, your thumb careful to trace, and you whispered words, “I am fine.” You assured him, you begged him for more, and he responded with a slow rut against you.

Your pleasure began to build with his pace, a passion that was rooted even deeper, and your thighs lifted to tighten around his waist, your soft cries encouraging him to quicken. Aemond snapped his hips against yours, and your pleasure began to expand, returning with the flutter of your walls as he continued, hitting a spot within that has your swearing that the stars now shone bright above the marital bed.

It consumed you both, with your tears pearling in the corners of your eyes and Aemond following after, his thrusts sloppy as he spilled inside of you.

You both stretched onto the mattress, flushed and spent, a comfortable silence punctuated with the crackle of candles that had been lit in the bedchamber. After he caught his breath did Aemond move to grab you, pulling you against his chest, his fingers trailing over to follow the length of your spine and back, his sweet murmured concern for your wellbeing.

You felt flustered from his attention, promising him that you felt fine, that it was nothing more than a delicious, dull ache between your thighs.

His large hand then cupped the side of your face, his chin tilting forward to press a kiss to your hairline. “Gevie,” Aemond hummed, a low rumble in his chest.

You could not help but ask him. “What is that word?”

His thumb stroked your cheek with his translation, “Beautiful.” It was stated as if it was the most obvious thing, your chest swelling with an emotion, bursting at the seams as he kissed your lips again.

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Quiet

Hobi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about Hobi realizing that it's okay to not always be his sunshiny self around you.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @seleneacyoflove for requesting this, as well as the lovely anon who sent this headcanon! This is short and kinda eh, but I hope you’ll still like it💜

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Quiet was something that Hobi had learned to avoid over the years. Quiet was awkward, quiet meant concerned glances and inquiries. In his work, quiet meant stagnation. Even on his own, he had come to dread the silence.

But after weeks of packed schedules and non-stop traveling and rehearsals, fatigue had finally weighed him down enough that nothing could possibly compel him to move from the place where he’d spent the better part of the last hour, resting heavily against your side on the sofa, head on your shoulder while your hands traced absent-minded patterns on his skin.

The two of you hadn’t gotten to spend any time together in weeks, but mercifully, you had managed to match up your schedules so that you had an entire weekend together to catch up and reconnect.

Normally he would be bouncing off the walls with excitement; no work, no worries, just you and him and two days of freedom to do whatever you wanted. And although he was happy to finally have time with you, he was so unbelievably tired that he found himself drifting, unable to find the energy to add much to your conversation throughout dinner, just quietly basking in the comforting rhythm and cadence of your voice.

Eventually though, you fell quiet as well, letting silence settle over the two of you as you cuddled together watching tv, his eyes on the screen but not taking in anything that was going on, his mind wandering further as a faint sense of guilt began to swirl in his stomach.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly said in a quiet voice.

You looked down at him, confused. “For what?”

“For not being here.” He said, playing with your fingers as he avoided your eyes.

You intertwined your hand with his, stilling his movements.

“You are here.” You said gently.

He shook his head. “Not properly, not how I want to be.”

He was always known as everyone’s sunshine, their energy, their hope. But at moments like this, when he was so drained and distant, he felt like he was letting you down.

He was pulled from that train of thoughts by the feeling of your lips against his cheek, glancing up to meet your gaze, your face full of understanding.

“That’s okay. Everyone needs quiet time, there’s nothing wrong with that.” You said. “I don’t mind being like this with you.”

And in a way, it was such a simple statement, but the sense of relief that it caused to wash over him was so profound, it was like he could breathe properly for the first time in he didn’t know how long, his whole body relaxing back against you, letting his head slowly droop to rest on your shoulder again.

You were still looking at him with a small smile. “Is there anything you need me to do? Do you want to just go on to bed?”

He shook his head, snuggling closer to you.

“Can we stay here?” He asked. “At least for a little longer?”

“We can stay here as long as you want.” You replied, letting your fingers resume their previous activity, tracing tiny designs along his arm.

“Thank you.” He whispered, the silence that surrounded the two of you for once not feeling suffocating to him. Instead, it felt comforting, like slipping into bed at the end of a long day. It felt peaceful, safe.

“Anytime, baby.”

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Hi! Could I request an one shot about Five&Wife!Reader set in S3 at the wedding, where Y/N worries about Five's drinking frenzy and takes care of him that night? Ya know, that usual drunk words are honest words, world ending stuff etc. I'm just into fluff right now 😭 Maybe Five and Y/N are mentally and physically the same age and know each other from the apocalypse to make it make sense. I loved In Their Arms! Five deserves love. If it's not something you're interested in to write don't worry💜

Put that down!!

Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

Summary: During Slone and Luther's wedding, Five goes all out on his drinking. You, being the responsible one, remain sober to take care of him. It goes as one would expect.

NOTE: I went for a bit more humor and angst here too, hope that's okay. Also, The Reader is a Speedster like The CW's Flash. So you can also time travel.

Also (F/C), for anyone who doesn't know, means Favorite Color.

Five and reader are both 18+

"Ah, here we go,"

You turn to look and see where Five is going. The alcohol, of course.

"Oh no," You put your face in your hands, "There goes my plans for the night,"

You and Five are happily married. You were once number 8, born with superspeed and the many different abilities that came with it.

When Five ran off that day, you had used your speed to follow him. You both traveled through time, finding it fun before Five got stuck in the future. Your time travel abilities weren't as limited as his, so you could've left. But you hadn't known if you could take Five with you, so you'd stayed. You didn't want him to be alone.

You and Five were happy together. You and Five had a daughter named Delores and lived in an abandoned library. Life was good and simple then.

Then The Handler showed up and swept you both into trauma after trauma. And then, to top it all off, when you both finally went back, you both got stuck in your 18-year-old bodies.

Now, after failing to save the world a third time, you were at Luther and Sloane's wedding watching as your husband went to get drunk.

You were not much of a drinker yourself, you never really liked the taste and HATED it when Five drank. Tonight, however, you'd let it slide, but you knew you'd have your hands full looking after him.

As the night progressed, you watched your husband slowly get more and more drunk.

You had fun though. Everyone dancing together was enjoyable and you had used the (F/C) lightning that came off your body when running to spice up the floor a bit.

You were twirling around in your dress when you heard Five's voice. You watched, trying so hard not to laugh, as his drunk-as-fuck-ass gave a moving speech to Luther.

You liked Five's singing though, you walked up to the stage and joined him. Wrapping an arm around him.

When everyone moved onto the patio, you had gone off to power your nose. So Five had gone out by himself.

When you went to find the group, half of them were gone, including Five.

"Oh no," you mumble, you stop Luther as he starts to walk Sloane inside, "Where's Five?"

Luther chuckles, "Said he was going to the buffet,"

You sigh and superspeed there, looking around. No Five. You growl and continue to run through the hotel. The (F/C) sparks and a strong breeze followed you everywhere you went.

You soon found Five wandering throughout the halls with cereal in his hands. You zip in front of him and smile.

"There you are,"

Five stumbles at the breeze you make but looks up and smiles when he sees you.

"Y/N!!" He jumps up and glomps you. You're so thankful that minor super strength is part of superspeed because if it wasn't, Five would have knocked you over.

"Hey, baby," you whisper, kissing his cheek, "What are we up to, hmm?"

Five blinks heavily a few times, looking at the cereal in his hands before shrugging, "I dunno,"

You laugh and kiss him softly, "Maybe it's time take you to bed,"

Five wriggles his eyebrows and locks his arms around your neck, "Take me to bed, huh?"

You playfully push his face away from yours, "Not like that. That's the LAST thing you need. I mean sleep, mister,"

Five whines, "Nooo, the night is still young!" He throws his arms out dramatically, "and I have plans,"

You raises your eyebrows in mock fear, "Plans?"

"Plans! Yes!" Five slurs poking your chest, "Lots and lots of plans!"

Five then stumbles over to the plant in the corner of the room, you wince as he vomits. Kneeling down next to him, and rubbing his back.

"There, there, sweetie, get it out," you urge, "It's alright,"

“With everything we discussed, it’d be folly to wait,” A voice said. You snap your head around and even Five looks curious.

The white buffalo suite door is cracked open, and you two can see Reginald, “There is no time. I can’t do this without you.”

Both you and Five press against the crack in the door, straining to see who he’s talking to. You use your speed to faze through the door, only for a moment, and see Allison.

“Do we have a deal?”

"Shit," you whisper, gently coaxing Five up, "Come on, baby, we have to go,"

"What why?" Five asked, already forgetting what just happened, "Wh-" then he wobbles "Oh shit,"

Five tips backward into your arms. You weren't prepared this time so his weight sends you both into the elevator. You grunt as you land on the hard floor, with Five completely passed out on top of you.

The doors close and you sigh. You knew Allison was unstable but this...this meant trouble. You look at Five in your lap and smile. Allison will have to wait, you have your husband to take care of.

As the doors slowly open again, you pull Five to his feet and start dragging him down the hall to your room. He wakes up half-way there are starts to protest.

"No! Please! I wanna keep going," he mumbles, you shake your head.

"You're way too drunk to do anything, my love," you say, Five shakes his own head.

"Am not!"

You look at him, "Oh really? Can you look at that clock and tell me what it says,"

"It says 'Five is not fucking drunk'" he turns around, all proud of himself. You only look at him unamused,

"Okay, bed time!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

You drag Five to the door and lock the door. He instantly blinks away.

"FIVE!"

You run out to find him running down the hall, cackling.

"You can't catch me!"

"Oh, for the love of!"

You speed up to him, only for him to blink again. You rub your temples.

"Come on, Five. You need sleep and I'm growing tired. Let's go to bed,"

Five, appearing at the end of the hallway, tilts his head in concertation, "Nah,"

"I'll snuggle you," You offer, "Just how you like it,"

"Ooh!" Five seems interested for a moment, then shakes his head, "Nah!"

He's gone once again, causing you to huff. You wounder if it was better for him to just run himself out.

You shake your head, you can't leave him. You run after him.

Soon, the entire hotel is light up with blue and (F/C) lights as you chase Five around the hotel.

You find Five pilling a bunch of mannequins into some machine and pouring soap in.

"No!" You cry, causing him to stop, "Put that down!"

Five beams and holds the soap closer,

"No! Put it down. Put it...down!"

Five pouts and drops the soap, "You're no fun sometimes, Y/N,"

Aaaannnnd there he goes. You decide to just wait it out. The next few hours you run around, following Five but no longer trying to stop his drunken antics.

Before long you find him snuggled up under the radiator in the kitchen. You smile and shake your head fondly before picking him up.

He snuggles your chest as his eyes flutter open, "Y/N?"

"Yes, my love, it's me," You shift him a bit to get a better hold on him, "I'm taking you back to our room,"

He nods and lets his arms dangle under him, "You're so amazing, you know that," he murmurs, "So...so...amazing,"

You laugh, "Thank you, baby,"

Five takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, "Is this the one I bought you?"

"Bought?" You chuckle, "You mean stole, but yes,"

Five sighs happily, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, "You're so pretty," his smile is dreamy, "I love you so much,"

You smile and finally reach the room, you faze in and walk over to the bed, laying Five down.

His body relaxes into the mattress as he sighs in bliss. You slowly help him take off his shoes and vest before helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

"I love you," he mumbles for the 10th time, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," you smile, quickly changing your own clothes using your speed, Five smiles.

"I love your power," he picks at his nail slightly, "It's so beautiful and powerful,"

You smile, "Yours is too," you lay down next to him, "Now sleep honey, it'll be alright,"

Five hugs you like a koala, arms around your chest, legs around your waist, "I'm so glad I get to spend my final days with you," he mumbles, "I love you,"

You kiss him softly, "I love you too, now rest,"

Five nuzzles into your chest. You smile and run a hand through his hair, listening the the noises of the kugelblitz outside.

"I wouldn't mind trying one last time," you mutter, "You're worth saving, my love,"

Five makes a noise in his sleep and you smile,

"Sweetest of dreams, Number Five," you kiss his head, "I will always be with you,"

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I love writing this one! It was so cute and fluffy! I tired to add some humor but idk how I did. Requests are still open so feel free to send in some more! Also, a part three to Mindless will be out soon so look for that. Thanks again for reading!

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wooataes · 8 months

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Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Five)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki AU, swearing, tooth rotting fluff, Jihoon is a tsundere and his emotions are all over the place, tears, mentions of bleach (for hair dye)

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Thank you all for the ongoing love for my story! I cant thank you all enough for wanting more 🫶🏼 a special thanks to my gals Zan and Jess for helping me pretty much plan the whole story with me and wanting more always 🩷

-Tae💜✨🥰

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Jihoon stirs with a low groan, his eyes fluttering open as he blindly reaches for his phone. He winces at the bright screen displaying ‘03:12’ at him, the sounds of seven of his ten friends (plus his unwanted soulmate) sleeping around him.

He rubs at his eyes as he spots 3 unread messages, a small smile lining his lips as he skims over them.

Ji-ah 🖤: I’m sorry again I couldn’t be there with you, baby. 💕 I hope you’re having a good time!

Ji-ah 🖤 sent a photo

Ji-ah 🖤: guess what!! Unnie asked me to be her Maid of Honor! 😍

Jihoon smiles at the photo his girlfriend sent; an invitation from Ji-ah’s older sister officially asking her to be the Maid of Honor for her upcoming wedding, including a singular red rose and a pretty bracelet.

Jihoon truly didn’t mind how much time Ji-ah spent with her family. Almost every weekend she would travel to spend it with them, and he knew this. He sometimes would join her, but unlike his girlfriend, he enjoyed using his personal time to recharge from being social all week. Being an only child, for Jihoon, works out perfectly for his personality. He spends his time with his friends and girlfriend during the week, and his weekends usually recovering and recharging his social battery. Of course, Ji-ah and his friends were the exception, a small fondness having built up in his heart for his little circle of friends. He didn’t really know the close bond of a sibling, but doesn’t ignore the fact it must be like no other, considering how close Ji-ah is with her siblings, and how close you are with Seungcheol.

He reaches up to quickly type an excited congratulations for his girlfriend, with a ‘miss you’ and ‘can’t wait to see you’ thrown in. He doesn’t know why, but typing that out with his soulmate so close makes him feel a little bit sick.

Three different sets of voices can be heard from the kitchen, the only source of the light in the house filtering into the living room where the guests slept for the night. It catches Jihoon’s attention as he starts to focus on the conversation.

“Y/N.” His best friend’s voice is soft but can be easily heard from Jihoon’s position in the living room, your name piquing his interest.

“Yes, Soonyoung.” You reply back in a monotone voice. Jihoon’s eyes wander around the sleeping bodies to spot Soonyoung’s soulmate curled up on a mattress, arm draped over a pillow to suffice for his cuddle buddy not being there.

“I know you’ve said it before…” he sounds serious, and you heave a heavy sigh. “But… would you love me if I turned into a worm?”

Jihoon scoffs quietly, shaking his head at the silly question. Of course Soonyoung would ask that.

“Oh yes,” You reply back enthusiastically. “I would make up a little enclosure for you, and make sure you get enough sunlight to grow big and strong.”

“Really?” Soonyoung sounds excited.

“No.” You deadpan, resulting in a loud gasp of betrayal from Soonyoung, and a loud giggle erupting from the third voice, your brother.

Jihoon couldn’t help it. He cracked a smile as he now stared at the ceiling, listening quietly to the others in the next room.

“Whyyyyyy?” Soonyoung whined, and by the sounds you make, Jihoon assumes that his best friend has tried to cuddle up to you. “You know I would do it for you!”

“Do I?” You hum, swatting at his arm. “Hop off you giant oaf, you’ll get it on your clothes.”

“Oh please,” he scoffs. “Like I haven’t dealt with bleach before.

Bleach? Jihoon balk’s, pursing his lips in confusion.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Your brother asks Soonyoung.

“Nothing good ever comes out of 3am sleep deprived choices, y’know.” You remind your friend.

“That didn’t stop you both from putting it on your scalps, so you’re just as bad as I am, if not worse!” Jihoon can tell that Soonyoung is flailing his arms around as he speaks. He knows him too well.

“Yah!” You bark back, your soulmate chuckling softly as he hears you swat Soonyoung, resounding a loud yelp. “You peer pressured us, you fiend!”

“Nah, you did it because you loooooove me!” He sings, making loud kissy noises.

“Yah!” Your brother barks now, another smack and yelp resounding in the room. You and your brother are definitely similar, that’s for sure. “Don’t tease my sister, you little gremlin!”

“Wah…” Soonyoung gasps, pressing a hand over his chest. “Betrayed by my favourite hyung…”

“Ooh, don’t let Hannie-Oppa hear.” You giggled as a timer rings out. “Okay, we gotta wash it out.” After a brief pause, you click your fingers. “Are you gonna help?! You got us into this mess!”

“Don’t yell at me!” Soonyoung whines, but when the three of you all start giggling, Jihoon lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He blinks slowly with a soft yawn, letting sleep take over him once again.

When Jihoon wakes next, he groans as he shields his eyes, the morning sunlight filtering into the living room as Soonyoung pushes the curtains open.

“Are you sure she isn’t in her room?” Jeonghan calls out again from the bottom of the staircase.

“I’ve looked three times already!” Your brother shouts back, his heavy footsteps stomping through the house. “She’s not here, I don’t know how long she’s been gone but we need to go-”

“Hyung, it’s alright. All of her things are still here.” Soonyoung calls back as Jihoon sits up, leaning his head back against the headrest of the couch, rubbing at his eyes.

“What’s going on?” Jihoon yawns.

“Y/N isn’t here.” Wonwoo replies, running his fingers through a half asleep Mingyu’s hair, head nestled sleepily against his shoulder.

Jihoon’s eyes widen as he glances at your brother, who’s once long black locks last night were now dyed a bleached platinum white, disheveled from running his fingers through it constantly. Jeonghan, bless his soul, reaches out to pat at his soulmate’s hair to calm him down.

“I’m sure she has just gone for a morning walk, hyung.” Seokmin tries to rationalize, smiling sleeplily. “You know she likes to do that.”

“I don’t know.” He grumbles, his arms taking solace around his soulmate’s waist to stop him from fidgeting. “Last time we couldn’t find her…”

Jihoon frowns as he remembers Seokmin’s words from the fateful day he figured out you were soulmates. Surely you wouldn’t be that silly to run away again.

“Hyung, don’t freak out.” Soonyoung smiles, patting Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Really. You don’t need to get so worked up. She’s grown a lot since all those years ago. I know she wouldn’t leave without any notice.”

“Who wouldn’t leave?” Your voice fills the room, and everyone’s heads all spin to you with wide eyes.

You’re walking through the hallway in a pair of blue faded jeans with rips in the knees paired with a large oversized black hoodie, pulling out and placing your AirPods into their case with one hand and placing a large plastic bag on the counter with the other. Only your left side of your body is visible to the others, your long dark hair covering your face. The jingling of a leash rings through the room as a fluffy white dog runs excitedly across the room to your surprised brother, wagging her tail before trotting through the living room.

“Kkuma-ya!!!” Seokmin squeals happily as the dog, who now Jihoon notices up close has a baby pink clip holding her fur out of her face, leans her head against Seokmin’s leg. He reaches down to scratch behind her ears with a giggle.

“See? I told you!” Soonyoung beams proudly at Seungcheol. “I know my best friend.”

“Yah! Where have you been?!” He yells, rushing to you with Jeonghan following close behind.

“What do you mean?” You ask with a tilted head, pulling out the 3 cup trays from the bag. “Didn’t you see the note I left on the fridge? I took Kkuma to work to get some coffees and some birthday treats for Soonie.”

Seungcheol balked, and Jeonghan just turned to smirk at him.

“You didn’t check the fridge, did you, darling?”

Your brother just grumbles with a pout on his lips, taking one of the iced coffees from the trays, leaning over and giving you a thankful but also relieved kiss on the forehead. You just smile sweetly at him as Jeonghan takes a hot cup of tea.

“Thank you, Lady Bug.” He smiles and bumps your hip with his before following his soulmate to occupy a small section of the couches with a donut in hand.

“Noona works at a bakery?” Chan’s eyes widen as he finally pulls the blankets off him at the sight of enough plastic cups for everyone in the room, and a box of various cupcakes, slices and donuts.

“It’s nothing special, Chan-ah.” You laugh, taking two of the three trays, turning towards the boys. “But the employee discount works pretty well when you have friends who are addicted to caffeine and sugar.”

“Woah!” Junhui voices what everyone is thinking. “Your hair!”

Jihoon’s eyes go wide once again as you face them completely, the right side of your hair bleached the same platinum white as your brother, your cheeks turning pink as they all stare.

“What? Is it bad?” You stand in place, your face getting darker and darker.

“Of course not!” Seokmin speaks up as none of the others seem to be able to form words.

Jihoon’s cheeks are flushed a dusted pink as he takes in the innocent look of worry and shyness on your face. It looks anything but bad. You look fantastic, he thinks, if he was single, he would even go as far as thinking you look-

“You look hot.” Hansol blurts out, your face somehow turning even darker. Jihoon side-eye’s the newcomer to the group with a frown.

“Wow, you have such a way with words.” Seokmin laughs, a proud grin on Soonyoung’s face.

“What can I say, I have that rizz.” He retorts with a laugh.

“More like harizzment.” Mingyu huffs, Chan guffawing at the pun along with Junhui.

“Thank god you said it first, babe!” Seungkwan grins, rising from the floor. “I thought it wouldn’t mean much from me, since I call you hot all the time.” He laughed happily, reaching out and running his fingers through it. “My best friend is so stunning!” He squeals, taking one of the trays from your hands to hand out the usual drinks to Junhui, Chan, Hansol and himself. “Thank you for getting these for us, Bug!”

“O-oh..” you’re flustered, laughing quietly as you pass Seokmin, Soonyoung, Mingyu and Wonwoo their drinks. “Thanks, guys.” You laugh nervously, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear before grabbing the last two drinks.

“Yah, don’t thank them!” Soonyoung smirks. “Thank me! I’m the genius who decided it was a great idea to change your look last night! You’re welcome, Lovebug!” He laughs proudly.

Jihoon blinks out of his daze as he realizes you’re making your way over to him, cheeks still flushed. “Uh, Soonie said that you’re not much of a coffee drinker. I don’t drink coffee either, so I just got you what I normally get, a hot chocolate. I hope that’s okay.” You push the paper cup gently into his hands, unable to look up into your soulmate’s face as you sink into a beanbag on the floor. “I don’t know if you like marshmallows or anything, so they’re on the counter-”

“This is perfect, actually.” Jihoon stops your rambling as he takes a sip of the warm drink. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You glance up at him at his words, giving him a gentle smile and nod. When he’s sure you’re not looking at him, he lets the small smile take over his face at your consideration. The chocolate is way too sweet for his taste, he prefers the bitter taste of dark chocolate. But, he couldn’t find it in himself to reject the drink from you. The satisfaction and pride on your face when Jihoon told you the drink was perfect is too memorable for him to want to strip away from you. Instead, he grins and bears the overly sweet chocolatey drink for you.

“See, I told you he’d like it.” He overhears his best friend whisper to you, and you smile into your paper cup. Kkuma climbs up into your lap, wagging her tail happily as you use your free hand to run it through her fur.

If he was honest, Jihoon doesn’t know why he so blindly accepted the sugary sweet drink. If it were Soonyoung or Mingyu, he would’ve rejected them without a second thought. Why has he suddenly accepted your drink without any thought for his own likes?

You didn’t have to get this drink for him. Heck, you didn’t even need to be talking to him period for what he did to you. You are too nice for your own good, Jihoon thinks. He didn’t deserve someone as good as you as a soulmate. You didn’t deserve such a jerk like him, either. One too many times lately, Jihoon again lets his thoughts take over as he absentmindedly sipped from his cup, again not noticing the eyes of your brother’s soulmate watching him; studying him.

“Y/N,” Seungkwan broke Jihoon out of his spiraling thoughts, and you hum in response. “How did you manage to get Mr Park to accept your hairstyle for Mamma Mia?” He tilts his head. “Is he going to get a random ass wig for you or?”

“Oh, about that.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Nah, I’ve decided I’m not auditioning this year.”

You swear you could’ve heard a pin drop in the room as the uncomfortable silence swells.

“I’m sorry…” Seungkwan starts again as you avoid his gaze. “Are you telling me that the one musical that you have dreamed of doing for years is being done and you’re not going to audition for the main role?”

“Uhhh…” you shrink into the couch beside Soonyoung, almost curling into him. “Yeah?”

“What is wrong with you?” He bellows, and you flinch. “You’ve wanted the role of Sophie for years, Y/N! Now you’re pretty much guaranteed and you won’t do it?”

“Boo..” you sighed as Soonyoung wrapped an arm around you.

“No, I’m not going to let you throw this opportunity away!” He insists, his frown evident.

“I just…” your voice is smaller now, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “I really didn’t want to have to pretend to be in love for countless hours of rehearsals and on top of that, seven performances.” Jihoon winces as he can feel your anxiousness and sadness brewing in your stomach, and he, alongside the rest of the group, eyes your friend to see his reaction.

Seungkwan sighs, reaching out and letting his hand rest on your knee. “I’m sorry for shouting,” you place your hand gently over his, nodding wearily. “I just love you, Bug,” You don’t love me, you think. “And I want only the best for you. But if you think this would only hurt you more in the long run, then I won’t bother you about it anymore, okay?”

“Thanks, Boo.” You hum quietly as you take another sip from your cup. “I’ll just be behind the scenes for this one. The costume team needs more helpers so that’s where I’ll be this year.” You laugh with a hollow smile, before you glance at Soonyoung, who still held you.

“You have to have some cake, Soonie.” You change the topic swiftly, and much to your relief, everyone goes along with it and takes multiple treats from the bakery.

Jihoon is the only one who doesn’t eat, though. He quietly sips on his sickly sweet drink in his hands as he occasionally glances to you, who seems to thrive in the fact your friends are enjoying the goods that you purchased for them.

“I missed you.” Jihoon hums as he takes Ji-ah into his arms late Sunday night.

She had just arrived back from visiting her family, and she let herself melt into his arms. “And I missed you!” She cooed, lips pressing softly to his cheek. He smiled as they both settled down onto his bed, Ji-ah snuggling sweetly against his chest.

“Do you have to go every weekend though?” He jokes playfully, his hand stroking along her arm absentmindedly.

“You’re getting a bit greedy with me, Hoonie.” Ji-ah smiles as her arm drapes around his waist. “You get me all week every week! You know how much my family means to me, you big goof.” She giggles softly as Jihoon lets out a chuckle. “You can always come with me if you miss me that much, you know.”

“Ah, I’ll keep that in mind.” He plays along, smiling.

“Soonyoung’s party was good?” Ji-ah asks sleepily as Jihoon nods.

“Mhm,” he hums, looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “He was ecstatic the entire night. Never knew that someone could still be so excited about a birthday.” He laughs quietly as Ji-ah giggles along with him for a moment before going silent.

Jihoon watches his girlfriend drift off to sleep in his arms, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again. He closes his eyes in an attempt to try and sleep, his stomach churning slightly in guilt. He’s cuddling up to his not-soulmate while his actual soulmate is all alone and feeling the comfort and contentment he’s feeling.

You need to learn to get over it, Jihoon. You’ve made your bed, you can lay in it. He needs to be tough on himself; it’s the only way he will be able to get through his inner turmoil.

For a week, everything goes without a hitch. Jihoon is in a good place with Ji-ah and quite frankly, with you as well. He finds himself not waking up most nights with overwhelming emotions, and he begins to wonder if you’ve started healing. He hopes you have. You have become Jihoon’s desk mate for Film Studies class, and are due at the end of the week to have your first big study session to discuss what film you’ll pick to present about. You’re civil, and even at your third class together, you had brought two familiar paper cups; one for you and one for your soulmate. It’s the first class of the day, and after an explanation to Jihoon that you just finished the early morning shift at the bakery, it really was no trouble to get him another hot chocolate. Like last time, he grins and bears the overly sweet drink, but smiles to himself when he sees the satisfied look on your face.

Auditions have begun in the auditorium, with Jihoon having to sit and endure hours worth of playing the same four chords of the main song of the musical at the piano by the stage. He loathed it, really. He didn’t know that this is what he signed up for when he applied to be in the orchestra for the play. Despite his reasons, Jihoon trudges on without complaint; at least he can practice his piano skills and improve his progression in that area. He does, however, complain to himself at the majority of the drama club auditioning. Half of them can’t hold a tune to save their life, and by Bad Singer #14, he is beginning to think that this musical will be a lost cause. Maybe you should have auditioned after all. He wouldn’t mind another hot chocolate drop, either.

With a sigh, Jihoon adjusts his backpack on his shoulder as he glances up to the sky. It’s full of dark oranges, pinks and purples, and he feels himself smile. He had grown fond of sunsets since he found you - he decided after a week that this was the best time of day. He always likes that no sunset is ever the same; unique in its own way and always breathtaking to everyone who takes the view in. These sunsets were his favourite so far, though. The setting sun hits the wispy clouds just right, making the sky erupt in eye popping colours with the tiniest little stars beginning to emerge.

He takes a long breath as he watches the sky above him, letting his feet take him subconsciously along the usual route to his home. He finds himself slowing down and coming to a stop about five minutes away from his destination, not surprisingly in front of your house. His eyes widen as he sees none other than you, his soulmate sitting on top of the roof of your home, headphones on and, just like Jihoon, staring at the sunset.

You have a dreamy smile on your face as you pull a Polaroid camera from your side and take a snapshot. As you place the film beside you, you take some photos from your phone now, your hums quiet, but loud enough to travel down to where Jihoon stands by your gate, observing you. The wind is blowing your hair gently in the breeze, a shiver running up your body as you wrap your cardigan tighter around you. You type a little longer on your phone before taking a long sigh and start to carefully rise up and make your way down the slope of your roof and down onto the little balcony in front of what Jihoon assumes to be your bedroom window. You take one last look at the sunset with a gentle smile before you step inside, closing the window behind you. Your soulmate waits for five minutes more to make sure you don’t come out again, and once he is satisfied, he turns and starts to walk back to his home once more.

Once Jihoon is settled in his bed, he breathes out a long sigh before feeling a warmth of comfort begin to roll through his body. He wonders what makes you feel so content and comfortable, but welcomes the feeling nonetheless. He is scrolling through his useless Instagram timeline mindlessly before finding himself hovering his thumb over the Search button. After a moment of hesitation, he types in your name into the search bar, clicking on your profile without a moment to lose. He stares at your profile picture for a moment, laughing quietly at the picture being the same white dog he saw at your home, Kkuma. He feels his stomach swell at the sight of your latest picture, in both sadness and guilt.

Jihoon heaves a breath. Your mother. He blinks before scrolling through your feed slowly. There’s the occasional photo of Soonyoung and your brother, some of your theatre performances and outings with your friends, but the majority of your posts were all of the sky. Varying sunsets flood your feed, each picture more stunning than the next. Your captions are almost always the same, each one being a thank you for your mother painting the sky for you, in your words, but Jihoon notices the ones after you found each other were more detailed. You could finally witness your mothers beauty the way the world intended it to be, and Jihoon weeps.

He weeps for your mother, whose life got cut so short for selfish reasons, he weeps for your brother who had to navigate helping look after a whole other human being before he was ready, and he weeps for you, his soulmate, who lost everything at such a young age and for the way he ripped away the one once of hope you had left, whose heart he broke more than it already was for nothing more than what he selfishly wanted. You, who goes out of your way to try to avoid him so you don’t interrupt his relationship with his not-soulmate. You, who offered him your umbrella on your first proper interaction so he wouldn’t get wet and who also offered to buy him drinks for class because you thought he’d want a pick me up for the first class of the day.

You may be feeling as fine as you could be, but Jihoon feels nothing but guilt for stripping everything you hoped for from you.

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zoeykallus · 8 months

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Helloo

It‘s me again 👋🏼

I'm sorry to hear that life hasn't been good to you. It wasn't very pleasant to me either. My mother passed away from cancer.

But maybe someday we'll have better luck 🍀

Anyway i wondered how the Batch (maybe regs like Rex, Fives or Jesse but it’s totally up to you!) would react to their girlfriend telling them or finding out that she wants them to stay in armor while being intimate. In short them finding out she has an armor kink.

The armor is just so hot 🥵

Thank you for your work and have a nice day!

Aloha again, my dear!

I'm so sorry for your loss! Sending lots of love and strength your way! 💜💜💜 Hold on!

Update: I just read your recent ask and I have to say it really hit me hard. Hope you still get to read this one! I wish I could have done more... Thank you so very much for your support, it's much appreciated! You are so amazing, sending you all my love!

💕💕

And of course, here are your HCs, as requested 😊

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - Armor Kink

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Sexual Content/Smut/Armor Kink/18+

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Hunter

You haven't been close for a while, Hunter was away on a mission. When he returns, you fall all over each other making out before either of you can even say hello.

Hunter's fingers are quick and deft, seeming to be everywhere at once, perfectly stimulating each of your erogenous zones until they land where they are finally needed most, on your swollen clit.

Hunter loves to hear and see your reactions when he touches you, he is always fascinated and aroused by it.

He can smell you, your arousal your scent, his mind is full of you. Sitting on his lap his hands under your skirt, one of them in your panties, you begin to remove his codpiece.

Hunter moans as you stroke him over the blacks and finally free his hard length by pulling the fabric down a bit. As you remove your panties, he is about to start taking off the rest of the armor, but you stop him.

"No, don't. Don't take it off. Leave the armor on."

Hunter blinks in surprise and searches your gaze. Suddenly, he smiles.

"You're into the armor, aren't y- hnnngh…. fuck."

As you bring his tip to your gate and let him slowly enter you by sinking back onto his lap, you interrupt him.

You feel the armor plates against your bare skin as his cock is deep inside you. A wonderful feeling. Plus, he just looks hot in his armor.

You smile, befuddled by the arousal, nod and confess, "Yeah, I'm totally into your armor."

He likes that, he will take advantage of that fact more often in the future to get you hot. However, Hunter is also a very passionate person, now and then to feel naked skin on naked skin belongs to him like breathing.

Echo

He has just sat down, still in full armor. The two of you are alone. You surprise him by taking off your wrap dress and sitting on his lap, completely naked. Echo blinks and looks at you. A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.

"From now on, you must always greet me like this," he says with a grin, and his hand begins to wander down your body, just like his lips.

As his armor coolly presses against your bare skin, and his lips travel along your neck, you feel yourself instantly becoming wet. Heat spreads through your body, a soft, irresistible tingling under your skin.

You pull off his codpiece, freeing his hard length, getting into position over his lap. As you sink down on top of him and his cock slides into your pussy, he moans into the kiss, "Hnnghmm…. Darling, I'm still in full gear".

"I like that…" you murmur back and take him in with relish, pressing yourself against his lap to feel the cool, hard surface of his armor plates.

You feel him grin into the kiss, then hear him say, "Good to know."

Basically Echo is open to anything you like, though perhaps cautious at times, he is always curious. He will try almost anything for you. And this little kink, he actually likes it quite a bit himself.

Wrecker

You're finally alone again; it's been a while since the last quiet get-together. Much too long for Wrecker's taste.

"Cuddle time!" he rumbles with a grin.

By that he doesn't just mean cuddling, also, but not only, and you know it. He already wants to start undressing, is really excited to finally have you to himself again, but you stop him.

Wrecker pauses, looking at you with disappointment out of wide eyes.

"No cuddle time?" he asks, pouting.

You smile slyly and undress in front of him emphatically, slowly, as his eyes begin to follow your every move.

"Oh, we'll cuddle," you say suggestively, "But you keep your armor on."

Wrecker frowns questioningly, he doesn't immediately understand what you're getting at, but he waits to see what you have in mind.

You reach for his codpiece and loosen it, starting to stroke his huge cock over the fabric of the blacks.

"This is the only thing you're allowed to take off," you finally reveal to him.

Two heartbeats later, a grin spreads across his face.

The playful giant joins in, of course. Now that he knows you like his armor, he regularly poses for you when he's in full gear as soon as your gaze wanders in his direction.

Tech

He's working very long hours again. The guys are on their way, only you and Tech stayed behind in the Marauder, and Tech has been lying under the console in the cockpit for hours. When you come in to check on him, he's still lying there, various tools around him.

He hears your footsteps and asks, "Did I lose track of time again, honey?"

"You sure did," you say.

He sighs, puts the tools aside and goes to get up, but you climb over him with a grin and push him back down. He drops back down and looks at you questioningly, his eyes widened behind the lenses of his goggles.

"What are you up to?" he asks, puzzled.

"Sex."

You take off his codpiece and push your skirt up a bit, so he can see you're not wearing any underwear, rubbing your heated lap against his hard length. Tech blinks several times and stares at the spot where your naked pussy touches his blacks. He instantly grows hard.

"I see…"

"Tech?"

He blinks again and looks up into your face.

"Yes?"

"Would you take me on the console, with your armor?"

You don't have to ask him a second time or explain yourself. This place and this pose are his favorite secret fantasy.

Crosshair

You don't even have to ask him for it. Crosshair takes every opportunity to get intimate with you, and unfortunately, it's not nearly as often as he'd like. In fact, he surprises you in the engine room of the shuttle, just as the others are on their way.

You hear the sound of the codpiece falling to the floor, before you can even turn around he has pressed up against you from behind, and you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass through the fabric of your clothes.

He kisses your neck, biting your earlobe. His hands almost feverishly open your pants and pull them down, along with your panties. Crosshair bends you over one of the machines.

"The machine oil," you say, more or less protesting.

"I'll buy you new clothes," he murmurs back, pulling off a glove with his teeth and sliding his fingertips along your thighs, beginning to stroke your wet folds, stimulating your pearl.

Finally, Crosshair pulls the fabric of his Blacks down a bit to free his cock and guides it to your wet cleft from behind. He penetrates you and with each thrust, you feel his armor plates hit your bare skin.

He bends down to your ear as he takes you and says in a suggestive whisper, "I know you like it when I leave the armor on".

Rex

One of the first things Rex does once he's off duty is to take off his armor. That's why you have to ask him to put it back on. As you're about to get intimate, and you do just that, he looks at you uncomprehendingly.

"You want me to put on my armor?"

"Yes, please," you say, biting your lower lip.

He blinks in confusion.

"But why?"

You hold out the codpiece to him and say innocently, " Except you're not supposed to wear this."

Rex blinks again, several times, then you see a soft blush creep into his cheeks.

"Oh, I see… If that is your wish"

So he puts his armor back on, as you asked, without the codpiece.

Rex is curious and always eager to please you, of course he does it for you.

As he is deeply absorbed in you, in full gear and taking you passionately, he hears you moan "Oh Captain".

And yes, somehow he likes it, more than he might want to admit at first.

Fives

He is passionate, every minute you have for yourselves, you cuddle, smooch or have sex, if it can be done preferably all together. Often he surprises you at your apartment door already smooching you up, while he comes in and presses you warmly against him.

Sometimes in the hallway between the apartment door and the bedroom, the first clothes are already flying before you have even said "hello".

He likes to have fun, anything that could be fun generally interests him anyway. So you are not too shy to ask him, because you know there is no reason to be.

When you tell him that you like his armor and that he should leave it on, he just grins at you, takes off the codpiece and says insinuatingly, "Come here, beautiful".

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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years

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Want | Gyomei Himejima x f! Reader smut

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

18+

Warning: AFAB reader, pet names: “love”, “angel”, “honey”, “darling”, “good girl” are used, dirty talk, size kink, bondage, choking, creaming, teasing, soft mention of mind breaking, cream pie and probably some more things I’ve forgot to mention. GYOMEI IS MORE OF A HARD DOM IN THIS SO IF YOU WANT A SOFT DOM GO TO MY OTHER GYOMEI FANFIC‼️

Let’s just say Gyomei isn’t a fan of teasing😉

Tagging: @animupiglett Bc you said to tag you in any Gyomei story I write so here ya are💜

Sorry for any mistakes, it’s not proofread

Enjoy💚

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Your husband was away on a small mission, that should only last a few more hours. You had already done all of the duties a housewife does, so while you’re waiting for another hour to pass so you can prepare making dinner, you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander.

Eventually, you found yourself daydreaming. If anyone could read your mind, they would realize you weren’t as innocent as you looked, and deceived people into believing.

“My love?” You hear your husband ask as the door slides shut behind him, you nearly jump off of the couch as your heart pounds.

“Oh! Back so soon honey? I haven’t began to cook dinner yet I thought you’d take longer.”

“Master ended up teaming me up with muichiro so things went a lot faster. Also there is no need for you to make a big portion for dinner tonight. Muichiro said he was hungry so we went out to eat. I hope that’s ok with you, love.”

You got off the couch, and made your way to your husband, before placing your hands on his toned chest, making your hands travel up as you stood on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

Gyomei smiled softly as he leaned down a bit, wrapping his arms around your waist. You gently placed your lips onto his before pulling away, and speaking softly.

“I missed you, my dear.” You said as Gyomei planted a soft kiss onto your forehead.

“I missed you too my love, so much.”

“Gyomei, I’d like to try something new tonight.” You said as your face heated up.

“Oh? What would you like to try darling?”

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Poor Gyomei would have never thought that he’d be the one tied up.

“M-my this certainly is new.” The man spoke before he felt 2 hands on each side of his face before he felt you sit on his lap, the warmth from your cunt driving him insane. You gently kissed him as you rolled your hips, making Gyomei groan.

You pull back from your kiss, and watch as your husband bites his bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of your still clothed cunt rubbing over his still clothed dick. “My, I didn’t expect you to get so hard so fast Gyomei, especially since I haven’t done hardly anything yet love.”

His cheeks reddened. “You know I cannot resist the body of my angel. The slightest of touch from you can send me over the edge sometimes.” You hum in response before pulling off your pants and underwear, then removing his as well.

You went back to doing exactly what you were doing before. Gyomei could feel himself want to shake. Oh how your cunt was so small compared to his dick. Your body so small compared to his massive frame. He could turn you into a human flesh light if he so pleased.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt your tight little cunt desperately try to take in just the tip of his cock. He let a groan escape his mouth, only to get slightly aggravated when you got back off. He couldn’t help but to continue to get more aggravated the more you did it.

“P-please stop teasing angel.” He groaned out before continuing his sentence. “You might regret it if you don’t stop.” He breathed out, making your insides tighten around his tip for a second.

“What are you gonna do honey? You’re tied up.” You said almost mockingly as you once again got off his tip. In a swift movement, you heard the ropes snap, before your husband was on top of you.

“Darling you do know those ropes were like tissue to me. No restrains can hold me down, I thought you’d know that by now.” He said confidently as he kissed your neck. “I am the strongest hashira after all.” He chuckled softly before moving away from your neck, then bringing his hand down, choking you gently.

“You’re so small.” He mocks, a shit eating smirk on his face as he continues to speak. “Do you honestly think it was a good idea to tease me?”

You bit your lip as you felt your arousal starting to run down. You’ve never seen this side of Gyomei, in all honesty it frightened you in the best way possible. You never knew Gyomei was capable of doing anything but vanilla sex.

“Darling, I asked you a question. If you can’t use your words now, how do you expect to tell me how good my dick feels when I’m completely rearranging your guts?”

“I-I thought it was a good idea at the time-”

“Now why did you think that? Because those puny ropes had me oh so helplessly tied? You thought I’d just sit back and allow you to tease me?” He released his hold on your neck before going down to your wet cunt. He rubbed his thumb on your clit before inserting a finger, making you squirm and whimper under him.

“So you don’t think it’s a good idea now to have teased me? Why is that? Is it because I’m free and can do whatever I please with you?”

You nodded, as he picks up the pace with his fingers, before stoping completely. “I can’t hear you darling. Use your words.”

“Y-yes!”

“That’s too bad. You really should have thought about your future before you decided to tease me. Better pray to the heavens that you even get to cum tonight.” With that, he once again begins to finger you, adding a second one in to try and find your g-spot. Once he finds it, he decides to suck on your clit at the same time. Making you cry and scream out his name. Your legs shaking as cream starts to drip off of his giant fingers.

Gyomei pulled away from your now red and puffy clit. “Is your body already submitting to me? I haven’t hardly done anything yet.” He mocked with a chuckle, making your face turn red.

“Y-You’re so me-a-ah gyo I’m close.” You whimpered out feeling that bubble suddenly begging to burst when Gyomei pulled out his fingers.

“G-Gyomei please don’t stop.” You whined making your husband smirk.

“Sorry love. I’m going to do what I want to do. Now be a good girl and place those little arms above your head, ok?” You did as you were told, you were in no position to even try to talk your way out of it. With one of his big hands he held your wrists above your head, the other on his dick as he slid it against your wet folds.

You bit your lip to hide the whimpers that are begging to be unleashed, which failed when he shoved his tip into you. Your mouth flung open as you let out a cry. He shoved about an inch in, only to pull it back out.

“Gyomei please don’t tease me…”

“And what are you going to do about it, darling? You’re being held down. Your so helpless. Your body is already under my control.” He lets out a chuckle as he continues. “Your already creaming around me and I haven’t even given you my whole dick.”

He pulls out, rubbing his dick on your folds once more before shoving it all in quickly. You moan, arching your back as your walls stretched, desperately trying to take in every inch of his long,thick cock. Your whole body shook with pleasure, as tears ran down your face. It’s almost pathetic how fast your body caves for this man.

Gyomei bends down, licking a tear away before kissing you.

“I’m sorry darling, but you’re the one who wanted this. I’m just playing by the rules you set out.” He stated as he started to thrust into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Gyomei please go faster..”

“Now why would I do that when you teased me earlier. My dear haven’t you heard the saying “treat others how you want to be treated”? If you wouldn’t want to be teased, then why must you tease me?”

“Gyo, I’m sorry please I learned my lesson I won’t tease you again please just use me as your toy please use me until you finish Gyomei please” you beg, the desperation in your voice was music to the stone hashira’s ears.

“Are you sure angel? I wouldn’t want to break you” he cooed darkly as you quickly nodded.

“Please, please break me. I want you to fuck me dumb. Gyo ple-” a gasp made you stop your sentence as Gyomei rubbed your puffy clit as he slammed into you, your mind instantly going blank.

Your toes curled, and your mouth hung open. Strands of moans, and sentences of “you feel so good”, “don’t stop please”, and other sentences that just didn’t make sense along with the sounds of skin slapping filled the room.

All of the teasing made both of you sensitive very fast, so the climax the both of you were desperately didn’t take long until both of you were ready to explode.

You moaned loudly, begging your husband to continue until you creamed all over his cock. You creamed so much it started dripping onto the bed beneath the two of you.

“You can handle a little more, can’t you my angel?” He asked kissing your forehead as he slowly thrusted into you, helping you ride out your high.

You nodded.

“Thank you love, you’re doing so good for me just a little longer ok?” He said sweetly before pounding into you again. After a few minutes, his grunts became more frequently, as his cock began to twitch inside of you, signaling he was close. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Love, I-if you do that I can’t pull out.”

“I know. Please fill me up, Gyomei.”

How could you say such a filthy thing so sweetly?! It drove him over the edge, he buried his cock deep inside you as he filled you up.

Your legs shook violently as you felt his warm cum fill you up.

Once the two of you caught your breaths, he pulled out, a mixture of both yours and his cum poured out.

“Are you ok, my dear?” He asked kissing all over face.

“Yeah, I’m just sore.” You said with a soft laugh, even though Gyomei didn’t find it funny.

He got off the bed, and quickly scooped you up in his arms and went to the bathroom. He placed you on the toilet as he started up a bath. Once it was filled, he placed you inside of it, your body instantly relaxing as you slid all the way into it until your head was the only thing out of the water.

“Enjoy your bath ok love? I’m going to go change the sheets.”

Once your loving husband did that, he went back into the bathroom.

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“I am. Thank you sweetie. Let’s go cuddle now.”

“Anything you want.” He said as he helped you out of the bath before drying you off.

He helped you get into something comfy before climbing into bed with you. He held you close as he played with your hair, every once in a while resting his hand on your cheek as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

“Did I hurt you..? I tried to be..rougher than I normally am. I fear that I went too hard and hurt you.”

“No, baby.” You said cupping his face into your hands. “You didn’t hurt me at all. I loved this, I loved this change. Of course I’m going to be sore after that, but that doesn’t mean you hurt me. You did amazing my love and please stop worrying about hurting me you’ll never hurt me.”

“I love you, my angel.” He said crying. You giggled softly as you wiped his tears before gently kissing the tip of his nose.

“I love you too, my sweet husband.”

Once the two of you stopped talking, it didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep.

Though, I do feel bad for your neighbors.

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slavicviking · 11 months

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prompt from @slashify!! thank you for sending it in 💖💜💙

For prompts, how about something where Claudia Henderson notices Steve has neglectful parents when he’s young and takes him in?

Saturdays is when Claudia Henderson does her shopping. Once a week, like clockwork, ten past noon, she drives to the store with a list in her front pocket, her worn wallet in her purse. Melissa greets her at the entrance, a pack of Honey Nut Cheerios – Dusty Bun’s favorite of the month – already within her reach.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Claudia greets other cashiers with a polite nod. Instantly, though, she feels her smile chipping at the sides.

Saturdays is when she sees the boy.

Not always. Sometimes. Often enough.

He can’t be older than ten, though the wiry frame, she knows, can be misleading. There’s a bright-red store plastic basket balanced on the child’s forearm, imitating with a laughable yet concerning accuracy all the adults that pay him little to no attention. He’s determined, she can tell, in the way he trudges on through different aisles, sliding and swerving among different families that tend to travel in packs.

“Poor kid,” Miss O’Donnell sighs to Claudia’s left but makes no move to help the boy grab a can of food from the higher shelf, his fingers wiggling just out of reach.

The familiar song and dance. Stuck on repeat to the sound of her breaking heart.

“Would’ve thought the Harringtons’ would not let their child wander around like that,” scoffs another woman, older, before turning back to the fruit stand, touching and picking at different apples. Claudia’s stomach churns at the sight, as it always does, and there is a familiar prickling at the back of her eyes, she knows. If she ever saw her Dusty-bun treated this way- she wouldn't. She would never because she loves her son and-

“Here you go, sweetie,” she hands the boy the can and her heart gains another crack of many when the wide eyes turn to her, a confused pout replacing the determined look from before.

Steve, that must be the boy’s name, if she recalls correctly. Claudia has heard about the Harringtons - but who hasn’t? Not many good things to hear either, not now, not ever. Janette Hopkins, turned Harrington, has imprinted herself in Claudia’s memory ever since high school. Her husband soon followed. Despite all this, she holds out hope. They may be petty and self-centered but the Harrington are not cruel, are they?

Are they?

She ends up tentatively asking him where his parents are and when he tells her they're right outside, waiting, she wants to believe him, wants it badly enough to throw her common sense to the wind for a moment. Guilt entraps her mere moments later when she exits the store, bags of groceries in hand, and the Harrington BMW is nowhere to be seen, the boy still inside.

Claudia sees Steve Harrington again the next day. And again. And again. As though her senses became attuned to the mere closeness of the boy, her maternal instincts checking over him before she even notices him herself.

He's not always alone, and that helps lift the weight off her shoulders a little, if not by much. Most of the time, though, the boy is seen with the Hagan boy - at the park or by the streets in Loch Nora. She's glad he's not alone. But the glaring absence of Steve's parents remains and however good of a friend Tommy Hagan could possibly be, he’s a kid himself.

It all comes tumbling down one day in October, rainy and cold, when she finds herself driving back from a late shift at the plant. She barely notices him what with exhaustion seeping deep into her bones - just a small kid, sitting at the side of the road, drenched to the bone.

"Dear Lord," Claudia curses and jumps out of the car, her coat hanging over her head in a makeshift attempt at shielding herself from the pouring rain. Steve spares her a bland glance but nothing more than that, that is until she kneels by his side.

"Your skirt, ma'am," He tells her, eyes glued to the sleek fabric coated in mud from the small patch of perfectly cut grass growing by the Harrington doorstep. She blinks, taken aback for a brief moment. "It will get ruined."

"Oh, this old thing? Don't you worry about it, hm?" Claudia lifts the hem a little before she lets it slump back down against the ground. Her heart surges up when Steve rears back, wet hair plastered to the forehead and eyes wide, something akin to fear morphing itself on his face. She tries a smile. “What happened, hun?”

He looks confused, eyebrows drawn together. She adds, “why are you sitting out here, in the rain?”

“Oh,” Steve acknowledges “I don’t have the keys.”

It’s so simple, the way he says it. Nonchalant enough that even Claudia has to catch herself before her mind renders this as a plausible excuse as to why a child has found itself in this situation to begin with.

“And - your parents, they have the keys, right?” Steve nods. “Do you know when they’re coming back?”

The child shrugs but it lacks the sadness, the anger it so rightly deserved. Claudia is filled with it though. The simple gesture, so innocent in his eyes surely, feels like a slap to her face, reverberating all around her body.

Apparently, the Harringtons forgot to tell their only child they are leaving for a conference or a work trip, whatever it may be. Apparently, there is no phone number left to call. Apparently, it’s not the first time this has happened.

All this Claudia finds out from the Hawkins deputies. Jim Hopper shoves a dump cigarette between his lips the second she turns up with thoroughly drenched Steve Harrington in tow. He seems no stranger to the kid himself and even though Steve stubbornly remains behind Claudia for most of the ordeal, he does accept the Three Musketeers thrown his way, mumbling a soft ‘thank you, sir’ under his breath.

That evening is the straw that breaks the camel’s back or so Claudia insists. She takes the boy home, her home, makes him shower and put on dry clothes. Her old sweater hangs off his weary frame but it’s still better than trying to wrestle him into one of Dusty-Bun’s many T-shirts. Steve looks pretty miffed for most of the ordeal, half of the time trying to convince her to let him wait outside for his parents, half resigned. They both know they’re not coming back any time soon.

Steve stays in the Henderson home for a week and a half. And then for a decade longer.

It’s a learning curve. What follows are stacks of paperwork and screams and tears and threats. The Harringtons fight tooth and nail and then sometimes it seems like they are not fighting at all. They do when people look and whisper but when the stares get too intense and the whispers turn into spoken words, all the mimicked fight is punched right out of them. In the end, the leave without a goodbye. They pack their house up, every cushion, every plate, every vase. The only accessory of theirs that they leave behind is their only son.

The beginnings are hard. There’s tension in the house that Claudia has never allowed to enter before. Steve looks ready to bolt, vibrating in his seat every joined meal - something he’s not accustomed to, she’s sure, but Claudia insists. He’s cautious with his every move, eyes darting back and forth. He’s skipping classes.

It’s her Dusty-Bun who turns out to be the perfect solution. Not at first, not within the first few days - weeks, actually – but they’re exactly what they needed, both of them. When she finds them on the bathroom floor one evening after work, seated one in front of the other, a row of hair products laid over the tiles, she sees the wall around the newest Henderson crumbling slowly. They seem to be joined at the hip afterwards - going to the arcade together, baking - or trying to, tentatively playing basketball in the afternoons. Her youngest may scrunch up his nose at the latter but she knows Dustin is enjoying himself. If not for the sport itself, then for the company he’s with, she has no doubts about it.

Things settle within a year, more or less. They have a routine going, with Steve and Dustin morphing into true brothers. There is still pain in Steve’s eyes, blink and you miss it, it’s inevitable. But there’s joy in them now, too. There are smiles, wide and honest, shy at first but growing more confident with time. By the time Steve reaches his freshman year of high school, he retrieves the confidence she’s seen him with Before. It’s cocky at times, something she reprimands him for, but she can see him growing more alive as he makes more friends and joins the basketball team. She attends every game. Ruffles his hair and hugs him when he complains. She’s a proud Mama and she’s not going to hide it.

It takes time before she allows herself something good but selfish. She’s wary, truthfully, about bringing Wayne around to dinner for her boys to meet him. Since Dustin’s biological father - she wishes him nothing but the worst - there hasn’t really been a man in her life. There were her boys and they needed her as much as she needed them for a long time. Now they're older, more independent, and so she lets herself feel this way. Lets Wayne in.

Wayne’s nephew - Eddie - walks inside, trailing behind his uncle like a caged animal and his eyes immediately snap to Steve. Her eldest is no better, eyes trailing after the other boy, a shy spark of something new and exciting on his face. And she can’t wait.

#thank you for asking #steve harrington #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #steddie #implied #st #i'm so happy to hear you liked the soulmate au i hope you like this one as well

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limnsaber · 8 months

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Mandalorian Slash Fic Rec List - DinLuke Volume I: Big, Medium, Heartfelt and Solemn

Hello!! Welcome to the first volume of Mando Slash Fic Rec- Dinluke! This is a collection of Dinluke fics that have a notable wordcount and fics that have a more heartfelt/solemn tone, sorted under headings that make the most sense to me personally. For reference, 🔐 means a restricted work and 💜 means an personal favorite. Check out Mando Gen lists I, II, and III. Please enjoy and give love to our cherished fic authors who we owe so much to!! -Yours, Limn <3

Big and Long and Impressive

💜 The Wanderer and the Seer by @kevystel (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Mandalorian Politics, Original Mandalorian Characters, Mandalorian Culture, Diaspora, Teen, one of my favorites!!, 98k)

Din Djarin is temporarily relieved of a single dad's responsibilities, only to be saddled with the much greater responsibilities of Mand'alor. Temporarily. Hopefully. This is not the story of a great man becoming king; it's the story of some dude finding his place in the galaxy, freedom, and personal happiness through having some goddamn decency and good manners. Also the power of love, or whatever.

finding the lost and losing the found (series) by deniigiq (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Mandalorian Politics, Romance, Family Dynamics, Political Alliances, Teen, 35k)

“So you’re not stealing my ship?” Mando said. “What do I want with your ship?” Luke demanded. “I don’t know. I don’t usually ask,” Mando said. (Luke tries to help his student stay focused on his studies by helping his student's father. It's harder than it looks.)

A Near-Mythological Event by SybilStarnes (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Force Sensitive Din Djarin, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Living Waters of Mandalore, The Mandalorian Darksaber, Explicit, 116k)

Desperate to rejoin The Tribe, Din Djarin (with Grogu) travels to Mandalore to seek the Living Waters. Once they're in the caverns below the destroyed mine, a cave-in cuts off their exit. Grogu calls for help, and the legendary Luke Skywalker responds. Cleansed by the Living Waters, Din returns to his Tribe to reswear to the Creed. He discovers it has new members, attracted to a Child of the Watch bearing the Darksaber. Meanwhile, Luke has offered to help Din learn to use the weapon. The Mandalorian finds himself on a new path, one that draws him deeper into Mandalorian politics and closer to the Jedi. With the help of several guest stars, including one fat and sassy Force ghost, Din struggles to free Mandalore from Imperial dominance.

All the pretty places that feel like home (series) by SunshineAndaLittleFlour (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, two dangerous warriors coparenting a tiny frog, Explicit, 73k)

“Would you be more comfortable if I called you something else?” Luke asked, and it should have been teasing, but it was genuine, the soft freedom to be who he wanted in this place. And that careful gift, that offer of being who he wanted, uncontrolled and unfettered, filled Din with a lot of hope and a little bit of terror. Who was he without the creed? His people? Who was Din Djarin, standing in the halls of someone who had once been his people’s greatest enemy? Din shook his head, hearing his own breathing echo inside his helmet. “No. You can,” he faltered briefly, then took a deep breath. “You can call me by my name.”

buy a big house where we could both live by @villanellve (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Post-Canon Fix-It, Slow Burn, Mature, 73k)

Din trails behind them and reminds himself this is temporary. He’ll make sure they get to the temple safe, and once he’s sure that Luke agrees to continue training Grogu, he’ll leave them. Grogu reaches up with his hand to tug at the edge of Luke’s shirt, and Din’s fingers flex at his sides. This is the way, he tells himself.

🔐 Get Back Homeward by berryfunkedup (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, POV Alternating, Jedi Tradtion & Culture, Clones, Getting Together, Teen, 42k)

Luke is at a stalemate with the New Republic in the aftermath of everything he lost in the war and his inheritance of the Jedi’s legacy. Din seeks his tribe and takes bounties, living according to the Way. And Grogu and the Jedi are not part of the Way. But he is definitely not the new Mand’alor, no matter what Mandalorian tradition about the Darksaber says. After Moff Gideon is assassinated while held in New Republic custody, Din and Luke must work together to clear the Mandalorians from blame and uncover the real culprit. Along the way they encounter terrible politicians, fights over naps, old secrets, and just maybe, find their way forward.

Medium and Impressive

parry, parry, strike by @alchemyalice (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Post-Season 2, Teen, 18k)

“Oh? What are you, their king?” the Senator says sarcastically, and then freezes at the same time Din does. “...No,” Din says. He does not sound convincing.

I have made this place around you by HeadOn_HelmetOff (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Dialogue Heavy, Early Relationship, Introspection, Teen, 25k)

“Do you know who you are, Din Djarin?” Survivor of Aq Vetina. Mandalorian. Bounty hunter. Apostate. Father. Mand’alor. “...No,” he uttered. Luke nodded sagely. “Then that’s what we’ll focus on first.”

💜 A different kind of blood by HeadOn_HelmetOff (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, The Armorer, Paz Vizsla, Good Parent Din Djarin, Good Teacher Luke Skywalker, Pre-Relationship, Mandalorian Culture, Jedi Culture & Tradition, The Mandalorian Darksaber, Teen, 25k)

A slight twist on events in Ch. 5 of The Book of Boba Fett: when Grogu is afflicted with visions of his father injured on Glavis, he and Luke make a decision that will greatly influence Din Djarin's journey toward redemption and reconciliation with the survivors of his covert.

where the spirit meets the bone by @ebonybow (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Developing Relationship, Intimacy, Canon Divergence, Explicit, 28k)

He dreams of his head feeling too-heavy on his shoulders, his helmet filling slowly with water. - Din navigates new feelings regarding his creed, himself, and a certain Jedi.

pluck a heartstring, duck for cover by owlerie (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Canon Divergence, Mand'alor Din Djarin, POV Alternating, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Slow Burn, Sparring as Flirting, Mature, 28k)

“He's a bit of a sex icon, your Mandalorian," says Leia over breakfast the next morning, nose buried in a sea of taxation reports. Luke promptly inhales caf three inches up his airway and doubles over hacking gracelessly. “I— wait— he's not my Mandalorian," he chokes out, to which Leia raises a single dubious, well-groomed eyebrow.

Heartfelt and Solemn

crystals in the current by @willowcrowned (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Romance, Family, Luke Skywalker's Jedi Temple, The Force, Teen, 22k)

Luke gets the message from the child in the early evening. It’s spring on Yavin, and the wind smells like the glowing purple blossoms that cluster in the corners of old rooms and spring up through the pavement. The air is heavy with twilight, the orange-violet of the sky creeping its way down, filtering through the new-leafed boughs and down to where he’s sitting under a tree. or Luke takes Grogu, but the sundering on the lightcruiser isn't an ending; it's a beginning.

Timshel by skywalkers (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Force Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Order 66 (Star Wars), Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Teen, 5k)

“I think there’s something I can do to help him. A technique I could try.” Luke says. “I could use your help.” “What do you need?” Din says. Anything, he thinks. Anything. “I think he would be more open to the process if you do it as well.” Luke’s eyes, keen and ever-blue, that have the impossible ability to find Din’s own behind his mask every time, meet his own. He looks unsure. It’s not something Din ever thought he’d ascribe to Luke Skywalker. “But the process can be...intense. I understand if you don’t want to do it.” Din flips it over in his mind for a moment, considering. He’s not exactly sure what Luke is asking of him. But what kind of an example would he be if he asked Grogu to do something he refused to? And, looking at Luke, how could Din refuse him anything? Not that he could ever say that. Din nods. “‘Course. Show him there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

resonance by pixie_rings (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Kyber Crystals, Planet Ilum, Gen, 10k)

Rebuilding a dying Order is never easy. While exploring the ruined planet Ilum, Grogu gets a calling, and Din and Luke reflect on their son growing up - with and without them.

the unbearable loneliness of distant stars by Liathejedi (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Teen, 10k)

Din wonders when the Jedi became Skywalker, and when Skywalker became Luke, or when the lines between stranger and friend had blurred and left him standing in an unfamiliar ship, folding bare hands around a man he barely knew and feeling like his breath had been lost to the stars. A Jedi and a Mandalorian face down the ashes of the Empire and learn what it means to rebuild a broken people.

Mand'alor, The by scheidswrites (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Grogu, Bo-Katan Kryze, Gen, 3.5k)

They called him Mand’alor the Reclaimer, Mand’alor the Unifier. Some have started to call him Mand’alor the Vanished. The rumors run rampant that he is dead.

#dinluke #skydalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #star wars #long awaited fic rec! *blows party horn* hope you guys enjoy #figured it was time to post this actually! i get so much enjoyment out of reccing these & reading #them that I hope authors honored know that. consider this another comment on ao3 full of insane paragraphs.#recs? this is my appreciation post #vols II and III forthcoming.#lim's fic recs #star wars fanfiction recommendations

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Vanity

‘Vanity is the quicksand of reason.’

Mirrors reflect our own vanity, and Minho can’t stop using his…

Warnings: soft dom! Lee know, sub!reader, slight teasing, (Minho is a menace), rough sex (if you squint), bathroom sex, unprotected sex, (wrap before you tap), aftercare 💜, Minho is whipped for reader ^_^, lmk if I forgot anything!

Word count: 2.05k

A.N- I know, and before anyone says, I know that I don’t use Minho’s stage name. I think it’s weird while using it for writing. It’s his real name. Anyway, I just thought I would clarify though no one has said anything, I feel like I should just say something before someone does lol. Mi hoy minoy. Or mi ho Minho. (I'm going to say that from now on)

The rain was tapping softly against the windows of your apartment. The unruly spring weather caused your day out to be canceled. Even though Minho urged that you could still walk through the park with an umbrella, you refused. So, instead, you both were wrapped up underneath a warm blanket enjoying old reruns of Minho’s favorite K-drama. The takeout from lunch was still on your coffee table, but not that it mattered. It would get cleaned up eventually.

Today’s initial plan was to get dressed up and have a cute date for lunch, but now, it turned into a lazy day with your best friend.

Minho pressed you into his chest, “One day,” he started to say as he shifted his gaze to you, “I’m going to take you to Jeju.” His impulsive proclamation made you giggle. An ad for traveling to Jeju had popped up on the television, so you reasoned that was what made him speak his thoughts aloud.

You beam up at him, nipping the underneath of his jaw. He makes a startled noise before tickling you energetically, “Minho!” You shout out, attempting to flee his strong hold. Between his strength and the blanket enveloped around your body, it made your getaway difficult. Somehow, you managed to wiggle away and stand to your feet. Taking a deep breath, you swipe the takeaway boxes and head off to the kitchen, “Ah!” Minho yells from the couch, “Where are you going?!” His loud voice never ceased to astonish you. “Minho,” you reproach, “indoor voice-” you squeal when he materializes beside you. “Minho!” You laugh as he takes them from you, “I’ll clean! You bought lunch.” He states still in his loud voice. “Minho! Be quiet!” you shield your ears as he robs a kiss from you.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You say, crossing your arms and supervising as he starts to get rid of the food. “Take a bubble bath. I’ll join in a minute.” He gives you a cheesy smile, causing you to roll your eyes at his cuteness. Shaking your head, you saunter off down your hallway to the washroom, deciding that a nice warm bath did sound nice.

You twist the faucet of the tub on, allowing it to warm up for a few moments as you wander to your room, assembling clothes to wear after your bath. You can hear Minho playfully singing off-key in the kitchen as you make your way back to the bathroom. In moments like this, it melted your heart to see Minho so at peace; content, and happy that he was with you. You grin to yourself, “Don’t let your members hear you singing like that! You’ll never hear the end of it.” You chortle when he stops descanting, “Hey!” He shouts as you skid into the bathroom to safety before he can get you. You manage to get the door locked before he gets to it, making him shake the door handle for a second until he learns that you’ve sealed him out.

“y/n-ah.” He groans, “Open the door!” He yells. “No!” You cover your ears and giggle, “Stop yelling! My neighbors are going to complain!”

“Then open the door!” He retorts, making you snort, “no!” Knowing full well that he was going to be aggravated when he got in here. “Baby…” he cautioned, his voice sinking low. His tone made your breath hitch, “open the door.” He singsonged. It was spooky but somehow seemed to make you shudder with the ambiguity of his tone. It was low and intimidating on one hand, but on the other… it dripped with lust. You nearly reached for the door handle, but his next phrase made you stutter, “You don’t wanna be in trouble if you make me get the key do you?” Your heart missteps into your throat at the guarantee of a bewitching afternoon. What would Minho have in store if you pushed him that far…

You only dared once… And you were sore for two days afterward.

You chew your lip as you listen to him warn you one last time. Before you decide to unlock it, you hear his footsteps recede into your apartment. Your breath is sucked out of your lungs as you drop your clothes, panicking slightly. What will Minho do? You hear his footsteps slowly approach the door and listen to metal gliding against metal. And then the sound you dreaded; the lock clicking. You hold your breath as the door swings open slowly, and you see Minho standing there, shirtless and looking amused.

He looped the key around on his finger, his dark brown eyes scanning you carefully. “I warned you.” Minho took one long step into the bathroom, booting the door closed with his foot. You flinch at the sound of the door closing, watching his every movement like a terrified mouse. His motions were elegant and lithe, much like a predatory cat. He places the key on the back of the sink, before using his free hand to grab your forearm, yanking you into his chest. You squeak as you bounce off of him, pressing an open palm on his warm chest to stare up at him. It was astonishing how fast he could reverse the control from being playful to this. Whatever this was.

He enfolds a hand around the back of your neck, pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your neck, jerking your head back to look up into his eyes. He tutted at you as he spoke, “You were being such a good girl…” he trailed off, inclining into your face, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting softly. A faint gasp escaped your lips as he drew away, “I suppose all streaks have to end eventually…” he chuckled darkly. “Arms up.” he instructed, and you immediately obeyed without inquiry. He hauled your- rather his shirt- over your head and discarded it behind you on the cold tile floor. Your bare chest was on exhibition as he looped his thumbs around the hem of your pajama pants, forcing them down your thighs, and leaving you completely naked before him.

The sensation of the warming bathroom and heat between the two of you was in stark contrast to the chilliness of the white marble vanity, producing a sharp breath between your teeth. You press your hand against the mirror, keeping yourself up to glance at Minho who was undressing himself as well. He pivots you around to face him, raising you up and positioning you on the counter, before kneeling between your legs, “Make a noise, I stop.” He forewarns, his voice icy just like the marble beneath you. You bob your head, eyeing as he sucks his two first fingers, his burning eyes gazing into your soul as he pressed his fingers into you, causing you to gasp softly, utilizing your hand to muffle your frail cry as he contorted his fingers up, pressing the gooey spot that made your toes curl.

Minho nibbled your thigh as he mercilessly tortured you, but you managed to keep your composure; no matter how fragile it may be. He amps up the suffering by pressing his tongue against your clit, making you shake and lean against the cold mirror. You inhale, jerking away from the cold veneer. You don’t realize your error until Minho is pulling away from you, making you look at him in puzzlement.

“You gripe that I’m too loud,” he shakes his head and tugs you off the sink, “yet here you are. Defying me by doing the very thing you told me not to do.” He clicks his tongue in fake dismay, lightly pushing on your shoulders. The motion makes you sink to your knees, “Maybe this will shut you up.” He pushes your cheeks together, making your lips puff out. Minho uses his free hand to guide the tip of his cock over your lips, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “Tongue out.”

After nearly choking on Minho’s cock for 10 minutes, he finally yields. You let out a relieved sigh as he assists you back to your feet. Thinking perhaps he’d be more tender than before, you’re stunned when he whirls you around to admire your reflection. Your mouth falls open at the sight. Your mascara ran down your cheeks and smeared where Minho had gripped them; your eyeliner which took 20 minutes to perfect was also painted against your now nonexistent eyeshadow. Minho giggled darkly as he nestled into your neck.

“Look at you,” Minho purrs, gently pushing your hair from your eyes. He had that infamous wicked grin plastered over his face, “your makeup's running babydoll. I wonder what happened?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, worrying that if you dared to do so, you’d end up back on your knees, and the top plate of your mouth would be more bruised than it already was. Instead, he presses you against the counter, running his cock along the folds of your core. You let out a small whimper, making Minho groan in delight. “Don’t hold back on me now. You already got your punishment.” He utilizes one of his hands to hold you against the counter and the other to seize your hair. You shudder, making him chuckle as he thrusts hard into you a few times. You moan in sync with the tempo of Minho’s hips; every so often you would hear Minho let out a soft grunt, pausing as if he were trying to extend the inevitable.

“Minho,” you wail, using a hand to hold yourself up to poise yourself. Minho’s hips falter; stammering when you say his name. He sucks a sharp breath between his teeth before pulling away, causing you to protest. Minho spins you about, seizing one of your thighs and repositioning himself to fuck you against the counter again. You hold onto his biceps for balance as he rolls his hips into yours again, the new position making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Fuck,” Minho hisses as he grips the back of your neck. This time he was ruthless, not caring that your foot was sliding on the tile; that the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his hips pinning yours to the vanity. You let out a breathy gasp as your head falls between your shoulders, that all too familiar tightness washing over you unexpectedly; without warning. You squeeze your eyes shut as he pummels his hips, flexing them so that you were left breathless. “Minho!” You gasp, shivering as another ripple of ecstasy bashes into you. Your nails dig into his skin as you hold onto him for dear life, praying that he wouldn’t move because it felt too good.

“Hold on just a little more, angel,” Minho’s voice wasn’t demanding anymore. He was begging you; almost as if he was asking for a favor. Your breath catches in your throat as yet another orgasm threatens to rip you apart, and you forget to breathe. Even in his desperate pursuit of his own high, Minho strokes your cheek, “Breathe baby.” He chuckled. You feel listless as the feeling vanishes, trying to remain upright as Minho’s thrusts grow careless. Minho curses, hips colliding with you one last time before faltering entirely. He pants on the nape of your neck for a few moments, holding you close to his body before gently freeing your leg and helping you stand upright.

You slump against Minho, who envelops his arms around your body. His chest rumbles as he pets your hair, “Tired?” he coos. You roll your eyes and feebly nod your head. “Too tired to enjoy a bath with me?” He mocked. You consider your options; either go lie in bed for a while until Minho eventually wants a round two, or soak your hurting body in warm water and lengthen it for a little while longer. “Bath.” You murmur. Minho pulls away gently and directs you toward the bath that you had forgotten about, “Good thing you didn’t plug the tub,” he chortles, reaching down to do it, “or we would have a bigger mess to clean up.” He winks. You can’t help but giggle sleepily at him, holding his hand as he helps you into the tub so you don’t slip.

He follows behind you, settling you between his thighs and allowing you to rest against his chest. You’re too serene to stir awake, so Minho lets you rest in the tub, using the sponge to periodically drip warm water over your chest and arms to keep you warm. He hums as he does this, the sound of him humming, combined with the warm water lulled you into a tranquil sleep. Until Minho’s hands get a little too inquisitive, and he decides to wake you up for round two in the tub.

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Keep It In The Closet (Halloween Special) Finale

💜 starring: Miguel O’Hara x Shy fem!reader

🍾 preview:

"I didn't know you had that kind of fire in you, Y/N. You always seemed so… timid," he said, his thumb caressing your side, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a fire within you. "But tonight...

You've been all I’ve thought about."

😈 summary:

Miguel O'Hara finds himself being dragged to a Halloween party by his friend, Peter B. Parker. His disdain for the party quickly dissipates when he is drawn to a mysterious woman in a sleek leopard costume and captivating black mask that seems to move him in ways he'd never thought possible…

🍾 tw/cw: Unprotected sex, Sensory Deprivation, Wall sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Semi-public sex, Standing, etc…

😈 Pet names: Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling), Muñeca (Doll), Gatita (Kitty), Hermosa (Beautiful)

💜rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🍾Word Count: 9k

(Every character mentioned is of age!!)

😈Credit to artist in header: sylvaeon

After a while of spins of the bottle, a break was held as many members of the game dispersed.

Gwen returned back to the dance floor with Hobie, Margo and Miles left to go to the snack bar whilst Peter and MJ stayed, chatting about Mayday. You watched Miguel leave as well, his tall and muscular build exiting out of the guest bedroom to who knows where.

But you didn't care…

All you knew that you had to get out of here.

You had to leave this party before you did something else that’ll completely taint your name here in the Spider Society.

You hadn’t been recruited long and you’ve already made out with the Spider Society leader!

As you briskly walked out of the guest bedroom and out into the bustling party once again, you couldn’t help but relive that moment.

Miguel’s lips against yours, his tongue dancing, and mingling with your own. His hands along your body, on your back, thighs and bottom. How he groped and touched you without a care in the world of who was watching.

But mostly you remembered how addicting and surreal it all felt and deep down…

How you wanted it to happen again…

You groaned heavily, running your gloved hand through your hair, making sure to avoid your leopard ears in hopes of not knocking it out of place. You wandered around the party, trying to find Gwen to no avail.

Gwen, unlike you, had a Multiverse watch, where just like many other spider-people in the society, was able to travel to different worlds and dimensions for their missions, to hang out with other people from the society, or to go home to their dimension once their work was through for the day.

Due to being a new recruit to the Spider Society, you didn't have one. Gwen is supposed to be something of a mentor to you, but it's become more of a friendship as she has been assigned to accompany you on your missions and to teach you everything about the Spider Society.

You've been a recruit for a month now, to get a watch, it had to be three.

So now, you were left with two choices:

You could either stay at this party, risking the temptation of another round of Spin The Bottle and potentially doing something even worse with Miguel in front of everyone,

Or...

You could scour this entire party for Gwen, with a slim chance of finding her, but knowing that if you did, she might plead and beg you to stay, ultimately leading to your continued presence at the party anyway.

You let out a sigh and crossed your arms, abandoning your search for Gwen. Instead, you leaned against the wall, your eyes looking around the party before you, seeing spider-people in various costumes who were still enjoying the Halloween festivity.

You furrowed your brow, consumed by thoughts of frustration and regret.

You wanted nothing more than to leave this party…

Kissing Miguel, your boss, in front of others, had left you deeply embarrassed and ashamed, regardless of how enjoyable it might have been. It just felt wrong, despite it being a “playful” challenge.

You shouldn’t have done it…

You also had a strong feeling that Gwen would try to push you into something even more regrettable when everyone returned from the break to continue the heinous game of spicy Spin The Bottle.

You needed to find a way to avoid that game at all costs.

As you stood there, lost in thought and considering how to evade the upcoming game, even pondering the idea of hiding in the bathroom,

A pair of crimson eyes were fixed on you nearby…

Miguel stood, not too far away, holding another beer bottle, and his gaze locked on you. Since that kiss, his longing for you had only grown.

He wanted you so much, perhaps more than he had ever desired anything or anyone before.

He bit his lip, his eyes filled with intense lust and desire as they traced the curves of your body. The way your arms hugged your bust, enhancing your breasts through your leopard bodysuit. The allure of your exposed thighs and legs, accentuated by your fishnet stockings. The way your attractive bottom featured a leopard tail that was so enticing, and so very…

Tuggable.

His want for you was palpable, his cock straining under his black slacks. The longer he looked at you, the more his cock stiffened in his pants, slowly hardening and causing a lewd and prominent bulge to appear beneath the restrictive fabric.

'Fuck it.'

He growled under his breath, breaking the restraints he had placed on himself and decided to have some fun.

To indulge in his desires for once…

So once Miguel drank the rest of his alcoholic beverage, he placed it down onto a nearby table and he didn't stop himself when his feet began to walk towards you.

He didn't prevent the many lewd thoughts that came to his head of all the things he'd like to do to you once he got there.

And he certainly didn't care anymore about his role as being your leader.

He didn't give a damn, he just needed you…

Right here,

right now…

You stood against the wall, a sigh escaping your lips as you held onto yourself. Your artificial leopard tail coiled around your leg, offering a strange comfort. You gazed down at the ground, your mind racing with thoughts.

Mostly, you thought of Miguel and how on earth you'd be able to continue working at the Spider Society after that ill-advised kiss with him, the Spider Society leader.

"Y/N."

You jumped at the sound of your name being called, realizing it was none other than the man who had been occupying your thoughts.

You gulped, turning to your left to see Miguel standing there. His massive, taut build accentuated by his scarlet button-up, black blazer, slacks, and leather oxfords. Your eyes took in the alluring gold chain and rings that adorned his body, now visible as you examined him without the pressure of an audience.

"Y-Yes?" you inquired, your voice trembling.

You knew why he was here...

Gazing up at him, you attempted to calm your racing heart and suppress the desire that surged within you. Despite his stern look, he exuded an undeniable appeal, with his thick eyebrows hanging low over his intense amber-red eyes and his lips drawn into their usual permanent scowl.

"We need to talk," he said, his hands crossed over his broad chest, his 7-foot stature towering over you. You struggled to quell the trembling within, knowing the conversation would likely revolve around the recent kiss—a move you found highly unprofessional and deeply regretted.

Miguel's unpredictability was unsettling. Witnessing him play Spin The Bottle with his recruits had already been shocking. Now, as you reflected on the unprofessional nature of your recent actions, a growing fear emerged.

‘What if Miguel kicked you out of society for that improper kiss?’

Your stomach knotted at the mere thought. The looming possibility of expulsion from the Spider Society intensified the unease you felt speaking with Miguel.

"M-Miguel, I-I—"

"Now."

He demanded, seizing your arm and swiftly pulling you through the ongoing party. You yelped at his sudden action, feeling small as his large, tanned hand enclosed your arm, leading you deeper into the penthouse.

Embarrassment surged through you as you kept your eyes fixed on the ground, allowing Miguel to guide you past partygoers in various Halloween costumes. The Halloween decorations, painstakingly arranged by Peter and MJ, blurred past whilst Miguel hurried you away.

It felt like an eternity before his tugging came to a sudden halt. Hastily, he pushed you against the wall in a narrow, empty hallway, his expression inscrutable. His amber eyes flickered with a red hue, quickening your heartbeat.

“M-Miguel, I-I’m sorry,” you stammered through trembling red lips. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I-I should’ve stopped myself, I-I shouldn’t have kissed—”

“Stop talking,” he commanded, silencing you instantly.

You swallowed hard, clenching your hands by your sides, trying to manage the overwhelming mix of nervousness and fear.

Miguel barely registered what you had said previously; instead, he simply observed you. Throughout the night, he hadn’t been able to see you up close like this, and now you appeared even more ethereal.

Despite his intense desire for you, he wanted to tease you a little, to observe what was going on in that pretty head of yours. It seemed as though you were anticipating punishment.

He’ll go from there…

“What are you sorry for? Explain?” Miguel demanded, his voice stern. He placed his hands on either side of your head, effectively trapping you. Anxiety twisted your stomach, your lips quivering.

"I-I'm sorry for... k-kissing you during the game," you stammered, avoiding eye contact and keeping your gaze fixed on the ground.

Miguel scoffed, his eyes scanning your figure. "Why? You didn't seem sorry when your tongue was down my damn throat," he remarked, causing you to whimper, tears welling up in your eyes.

You couldn’t respond because he was right. At that moment, your actions were a blur of uncontrolled desire and impulsiveness. The fog of lust clouded your judgment, making you unrecognizable, even to yourself.

The thought brought silent tears streaming down your cheeks beneath your black mask. Miguel, seemingly unaware of your tears, persisted with his teasing. “I see you don’t have an answer, and I believe I know why, Cariño,” he mused, his gaze scanning your form once more. “You enjoyed our kiss, didn’t you? The feeling of my lips on yours, how I touched you?” His laughter sliced through the air, lifting your chin and freezing when he spotted the tears.

His eyes locked onto you, witnessing the silent tears streaking down your cheeks. “Shit, are you crying?” Miguel asked in disbelief, a pang in his heart at the sight.

You couldn't respond, a suppressed sob slipping past your lips, which you attempted to muffle with a clasped palm.

However, Miguel heard it distinctly.

The impact of the kiss on you seemed far more significant than he'd realized, and his teasing only put more salt in the wound. Now caught in a dilemma, he felt unsure how to resolve it. Comfort and affection were not his forte, leaving him clueless on how to console you.

“Mierda…” he muttered, swiftly removing your black mask and placing it on a nearby table. His gaze returned to yours. “Hey, stop crying,” he said, prompting you to attempt wiping away the tears with your fingertips, careful not to ruin your makeup.

Miguel’s eyes softened at the sight of your puffy eyes and cheeks. Leaning down to meet your eye level, he reassured, “I’m not going to punish you for what happened during that game. It was harmless fun.” Chuckling, attempting to lighten the mood.

You hastily shook your head. “N-No…it wasn’t.” Your trembling lips met Miguel's gaze. “E-Everyone saw me kiss you, a-a-and it was long, a-and very improper,” you shakingly said, trying to explain to Miguel why the kiss you shared wasn't as innocent as it seemed.

However, Miguel wasn’t listening…

His mahogany eyes were fixated on your face in its full splendor. Though he had seen you without your spider-mask on numerous occasions, something about you tonight captivated him. Your eyes glistened in the hallway's lighting, your cheeks adorned with a rosy hue, and your lips retained the crimson shade from the lipstick you probably applied before the party. In that moment, you held an irresistible beauty that entranced him, rendering him unable to avert his gaze.

He gently cupped your face in his large, calloused hand, silencing your rambling. Startled, your widened eyes met his. “M-Miguel…w-what—”

“Shush,” he said with a smirk. “You worry too much, Y/N.” His whispered words and the gentle caress of his thumb against your cheek only deepened the blush on your face. You gulped, your breaths becoming heavier.

“N-No, it’s obvious. O-Our connection,” you admitted, causing your cheeks to flush further, which only widened Miguel’s smirk.

“Our connection, hmm?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant,” you quickly interjected before releasing a resigned sigh.

You wished to vanish, feeling like a complete fool. You inadvertently expressed your feelings to your leader, and implied he reciprocated those same sentiments.

Miguel chuckled at your flustered state. “Ahh…I get it now. My gatita has a little crush on me?” He teased, pulling you closer until your faces were just inches apart.

“That explains everything.”

He smirked, his eyes momentarily flickering with a deep red before reverting to their original hue. You wanted to argue, to refute his assumption, but you knew it would be useless.

You had inadvertently set the stage for your own downfall…

“I-I’m sorry. I know it’s improper, but I’ll never act on it,” you briskly stated through trembling lips. “W-when we return to work at the Spider Society, I’ll see you as I’ve always seen you—m-my leader and nothing more.” Thickly gulping, you met Miguel’s mahogany eyes and his small smirk.

He chuckled, stepping closer, his chest pressing against yours. Rising to his full height, he tilted your head to meet his eyes. “No, Y/N. I can't allow that to happen within my establishment,” he said sternly. “I can’t have you working at the Spider Society with an attraction toward me, your leader. It’s fraternization, a conflict of interest.” His dark brown curls swayed as he shook his head.

“And I can’t allow that…”

You had anticipated this outcome. You knew that kiss would lead to trouble, and perhaps you deserved this consequence for your impulsive and imprudent actions. Instead of resisting, you slowly nodded.

“Y-Yes, sir. I-I understand,” you sniffled, the fear of losing everything you've achieved at the society engulfing your thoughts. Trembling, you exhaled and closed your eyes, preparing for the expected words…

But what followed wasn’t what you anticipated…

“But I can make an exception for you, my sexy gatita.”

Your eyes snapped open to meet his sincere gaze. The unexpected words and the term he used took you by surprise.

‘Sexy gatita?!’

You couldn't believe Miguel's words, prompting him to snicker. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, his knuckles gently grazing your cheek. “You've intrigued me tonight, gatita,” he whispered, his eyes slowly tracing your body before meeting your eyes.

“First, it was that sexy costume of yours,” he smirked, placing his hands on your waist. “And then that kiss. Mmm…that kiss,” he moaned, the sexy sound causing your core to throb to life.

You've been all I’ve thought about."

His words stirred a flutter in your heart. You were taken aback, utterly shocked and astounded by his admission.

To imagine that Miguel O’Hara, a man who hardly revealed his emotions or engaged in love or romance, felt this way about you seemed surreal.

“M-Miguel… what are you saying?” you asked, seeking confirmation, hoping this wasn't a dream.

Miguel sensed your mind racing to comprehend his words; truth be told, he was also grappling with his own feelings for you. All he knew was he felt an overpowering desire that surged when he first laid eyes on you across the party, a feeling that needed fulfillment, or he feared he'd go crazy.

Leaning in closely, his lips were just a breath away from yours. His eyes flickered to a crimson hue as they examined every contour of your face.

“I'm saying, I want you, Y/N…

Right here, right now.”

He whispered, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, his touch trailing up your spine, gently skimming the fabric of your leopard costume. A shaky exhale escaped your lips as you looked up, meeting Miguel's gaze.

You'd only ever imagined Miguel returning such feelings. Nights spent awake, envisioning his lips on yours, his touch on your body and igniting your senses in ways no one else could. When he finally confessed his desire, it unleashed your own hidden longing, once meticulously guarded, now laid bare before you.

Your heart raced, tenderly and shakingly reaching up to cradle his face in your gloved palm, admiring the enticing features of his chiseled face.

"I...I want you too, Miguel."

You whispered and Miguel didn't hesitate, emitting a low groan before pressing a fervent kiss to your lips. As your lips met, it ignited a passionate blaze. The kiss grew with intensity, exuding longing and desire. Your mouths fused together in a heated exchange, tongues intertwining in a battle for dominance that left both of you breathless.

You ran your gloved fingers through Miguel’s hair, tugging gently at his dark brown curls and kissing his lips with much fervor. Miguel moaned against your lips, his hands moving all along your body, squeezing your waist, your thighs and rear, before moving up to grope your breasts through your leopard costume. You moaned at his touch, your core throbbing in desperation for him.

Miguel was ravenous, consumed by desire, longing to feel your bare skin under his palms as he continued to kiss and feel you. Panting heavily, he withdrew from your lips.

Breathless, you gazed up at him, noticing his glance towards a lone door in the empty hallway the two of you stood in. Meeting his gaze, you looked up to find him smirking. "Come on, gatita," he said, grabbing your hand and leading you toward the door.

You eagerly followed Miguel, anticipation and desire coursing through you. You followed him to the closed door, beyond which lay a dimly lit room. Your brows furrowed as Miguel didn't hesitate, entering and shutting the door behind you, enveloping the two of you in darkness and intensifying your sense of disorientation. “M-Miguel…I-I can't see," you stammered.

"I can see that," he whispered, his laughter taking your breath away. Your body heated up, your eyes straining to navigate the darkened room in search of Miguel. Anxiously biting your lip, excitement surged within you. "W-Where are we?" you asked, Miguel's deep voice reverberating in the pitch-black space once more.

It looks like a closet, gatita,” he said as he placed his hands on your waist, gently guiding you. Allowing him to lead, you soon felt a firm surface against your back. A gasp escaped you, soon realizing the sudden obstacle was a wall. Attempting to look up for another glimpse of Miguel, you found nothing but a black abyss staring back at you.

You couldn't help but notice that the disorienting darkness didn't seem to affect Miguel. His footsteps echoed with a steady confidence, his voice unwavering.

Recollections of rumors gathered during your month at the Spider Society resurfaced in your mind. Whispers suggested that Miguel was more unique than the normal spider-person.

But no one really knew how different…

Looking upward, hoping your eyes were fixated on Miguel, a nervous gulp escaped you. "Y-You can see, can't you?" Your voice quivered, carrying a blend of nervousness and excitement. The notion that your alluring leader could perceive your every reaction while you remained unable to see his, sent an odd surge of anticipation through you. Miguel let out a soft chuckle, his hands delicately skimmed along your body.

"Yes, I can see, gatita.

Crystal clear, in fact."

Murmuring softly, his touch along your sides felt amplified by the shroud of darkness that enveloped you. His confirmation of sight, even in the dimness, made your heart skip a beat. The knowledge of his enhanced ability sent a thrilling wave of excitement through you.

He peered down at you, his vision more acute than the average spider-hero. He gave your waist a squeeze, his fingers pressing into your flesh through your costume which pulled a soft moan from your lips. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Cariño.” He murmured into the darkness, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Are you ready for me?" he inquired, feeling his unexpectedly soft lips against your cheek, pressing small kisses along your skin. A soft moan escaped you as you nodded in response. "Yes," you replied breathlessly, which brought a smile to Miguel's face, although unseen in the dimly lit room.

“Excelente.”

His lips met yours, eliciting a gasp of surprise. He grinned and, with a gentle hand on your throat, held you in place while hungrily devouring your mouth.

Miguel savored each moment—the softness of your lips meeting his and the way you displayed a hint of submission despite your evident desire for him.

His large hand encircled your neck, the cool touch of his gold rings lightly pressing against your skin. A gentle squeeze on your throat made your eyes flutter, a soft moan escaping your lips as Miguel deepened the kiss, leaving you feeling weak in the knees.

He emitted a soft groan, your tongues intertwined, lost in the exchange of fervent kisses. Your senses were enveloped by his scent, taste, and touch, leaving you feeling slightly dazed.

He took your bottom lip between his fangs, not enough to cause harm, but sufficient to create a tingle in your stomach as he tugged away. Breathless and with a racing pulse, you peered into the darkness with half-lidded eyes, searching for Miguel.

Miguel traced his thumb along your throat, causing a subtle hitch in your breath. "So beautiful, gatita," He murmured, planting kisses along your jaw and cheeks, his hand moving down your body, eventually resting between your legs, and cupping your mound through your leopard bodysuit. You emitted a soft moan, your legs quivering at the touch of his calloused palm against your throbbing bud.

Miguel groaned, reveling in the sounds you released. You gasped, feeling his foot kick your legs apart, allowing him greater access to your heated core. Tracing his ringed fingers along your clothed slit, you couldn't stifle the arousing sounds prompted by his tantalizing touch.

“You are soaking, Cariño. This pretty pussy wants my cock that bad, huh?” He remarked with a chuckle, causing warmth to rush to your face, your cheeks turning noticeably red. You hesitated, nodding, your eyes shifting to the floor. Even though you couldn't see Miguel, you were convinced that his lustful, crimson eyes were fixed on you, taking in every reaction you exhibited.

Miguel noticed how the aroma of your arousal seemed to grow stronger in response to his words. He groaned softly, leaning in near your ear, he gently nipped on your earlobe, causing a hitch in your breath. "Very well, let me prepare you first, Cariño." He whispered. His touch on your sensitive area disappeared, leaving you feeling an unexpected emptiness.

You soon heard the clatter of his rings, suspecting he was removing his jewelry. Excitement stirred in your stomach at the thought of what Miguel might do, your senses tingling and your elation growing, even causing your panties to dampen further.

You felt his presence close to you once more. His heat radiating off his body. You wanted so much to see him, to see his chiseled face, chocolate curls and massive body.

You felt his harden chest press against your supple breasts, his hand falling back into place on your throat. You let out a soft moan as his calloused thumb traced along your jawline. Miguel smirked, his finger delicately moving the fabric that veiled your mound to the side, revealing your heated core.

You gasped, feeling a rush as you were revealed. Miguel moaned softly, running his thick middle finger through your slick folds, your wetness coating his digit.

You whimpered, your breath escaping in gasps through your parted lips. Miguel chuckled, pressing your back against the wall. His hand remained around your throat while his other hand continued to explore your throbbing core.

“Hmm, you want my fingers, gatita?” He seductively asked, his finger sliding between your wet pussy lips, brushing along your clit, but not fulfilling your desire and entering your heated core. You nodded frantically, wanting this torture to end and to finally feel his thick fingers inside of you. "P-Please," you managed to utter between your strangled moans that were being pulled from deep within you.

Miguel's gaze was locked onto you, a sly smirk adorning his tanned lips. His lust-filled crimson eyes devoured every detail, from your flushed cheeks and your shorter stature in comparison to his towering height, to your fluttering eyes and the sweet sounds emanating from your open mouth to fill the intimate space of the closet. The sight was so arousing it made his cock throb to life in his pants and elicit a low, involuntary groan from him.

As your eyes scanned the darkness for him, his smirk deepened. Your unawareness of his location and what his next move might be heightened his excitement. He found your obliviousness endearing.

His desire for you grew with each passing moment...

Without warning, he pressed his finger into your entrance, allowing your needy and dripping walls to suck him in. You emitted a startled gasp, followed by a soft moan, taken aback by the sense of fullness of his thick finger inside of you. “O-Oh gosh!” You cried out, your hands desperately searching for something to hold onto. You were thankful when you found his arm, which still gripped your throat.

You gripped his forearm tightly, eyes rolling at just the sensation of his finger inside of your dripping core.

Miguel felt a sense of urgency, fully aware of the limited time the two of you had before Peter or your friend Gwen sent out a search party.

The two of you had to hurry…

“Hmm…gatita. I want you to ride my fingers. I need you ready for me, bonita.” He practically growled against your ear. You nodded, trying your best to ride back on his digit whilst Miguel’s thick middle finger thrusted into your gummy walls, slowly stretching you out.

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You couldn't contain the numerous whimpers and loud moans that broke free from your lips as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Miguel groaned at your tightness, slowly slipping in a second finger, eliciting a strained cry to burst from your throat.

You were panting, moaning and squirming against his fingers, feeling his digits thrust up into your pussy, right down to the knuckle where he curled them, touching your g-spot before returning back to the start to repeat his motion. His movements were harsh and relentless, your nails digging into his sleeve as all you could do was whimper and mewl uncontrollably, the sound of his palm smacking against your swollen clit with each shove of his two fingers echoing and engulfing the quietude of the closet.

This was already too much…

His fingers so thick and long, pounded into you with no mercy, reaching deeply and touching that sweet spot over and over again. Your mind was complete mush, Miguel’s digits stretching your tight walls with each thrust, slowly preparing you for his dick. Even in your fucked-out state, you couldn’t help wonder how big Miguel truly was.

“Mmm, M-Miguel, I-I can’t-” You whimpered, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Miguel hummed, shifting his hand from your throat to your thigh, raising your leg onto his hip for better access to your dripping cunt. “Yes, you can Cariño. You can take another.”

You bit your lip harshly, a mix of excitement and slight nervousness at his response, yet hesitant to refuse him. The numerous dreams and fantasies you had of Miguel were finally materializing, becoming a tangible reality before your eyes. Deep down, despite your apprehension, you didn't want this to end; you didn't want him to stop, especially with how good and perfect his fingers felt deep inside you.

So with a thick gulp, you gripped his biceps through his black blazer, clenching the fabric tightly and nestling your face into his neck, readying yourself for whatever Miguel had in store for you in this confined space.

Miguel looked down at you, hearing the soft whimpers slipping through your parted lips, and feeling your shaky breaths against his neck. He chuckled, his canines showing slightly. He delicately lifted your chin with his fingers, tilting it upward to meet his lips.

Your trembling breath intertwined with his as he kissed you with depth and passion, enough to overwhelm your senses. Amidst the searing kiss, he wriggled a third finger inside, taking its place beside his other two prompting you to moan loudly.

Miguel cursed against your lips, your tightness evident around his digits as he slowly eased his three fingers into you, feeling your walls tremble and squelch noisily. Your stomach buzzed with pleasure and your legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath you whilst he worked his fingers inside of you.

Miguel kissed you hungrily, sucking, licking, and nipping your lips until they were moist and puffy. Your pussy was fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating his digits and staining the sleeve of his blazer with each smack of his palm against your sensitive bud, but he didn’t give a damn. Your sweet moans, gorgeous body grinding desperately back onto his fingers, and plush lips against his own was so intoxicating.

Overwhelmed, you pulled away from his lips, eyes rolling, and uncontrollably whimpering at the feeling of his three fingers moving inside of your pussy, stretching you to the extreme. “Last one baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, his words so comforting, even amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

You bit your lip, feeling him ease his last finger inside of your dripping hole. You clung to him tightly, a high-pitched, deafening scream passing your lips at the sweet intrusion. Miguel hastily placed a hand over your mouth, slowly inserting his fingers into you, down to his knuckles. “Shush bebe, we wouldn’t want someone to hear, now do we?” Miguel whispered against your ear before pressing a kiss upon it. His words were barely audible, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears, while your eyes rolled and cries escaped from deep within your throat, muffled by Miguel's hand covering your mouth.

He smirked, admiring your stunning appearance, even in your fucked-out state. How your eyes were half-lidded and continuously rolled, how beautiful you looked with his hand covering your mouth, the vibrations of your moans bouncing off of his hand, but what really aroused Miguel the most was how much of a good girl you were. Your body continued to grind sloppily back onto his four fingers despite your lack of stability and strength to do so. The sight went straight to his cock. He hissed his massive length prodding against the fabric of his black dress pants, painfully hard and desparate for attention.

You whimpered behind his palm, eyes closed as your body felt like it was being struck by lightning. Each shove of his fingers inside of you, jolting your body full of pleasure and spreading the delicious sensations as tingles throughout your entire being.

It was so delightful; you wished it would never end…

Miguel looked down between the two of you, watching his massive, four digits disappear inside of you with each thrust, and how drenched his fingers were when they reappeared once again. He bit his lip harshly at the sight, his movements becoming increasingly erratic with each shove.

“So good gatita. Taking my fingers so well.” He praised, his cock straining and pressing against the restrictive fabric of his black slacks, begging to be released. He growled, hearing you whimper around his palm. He moved his hand, grasping you throat once more, his fingers continuing to thrust into your dripping core.

You were close,

very close.

Your eyes rolled once more, soft, inaudible moans escaped your lips, while an intense burning sensation began to build up in the pit of your stomach, intensifying and becoming unbearable.

Miguel chuckled, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers, signaling your rising climax. “My gatita, gonna cum for me? Going to make a mess on my fingers?” He teased, holding your leg up on his thigh, and adjusting his position in the darkness.

Suddenly, his four fingers increased in speed, slamming intensely into you, and curling into your g-spot everytime with each stupefying motion.

You gritted your teeth, a trickle of saliva escaping the corners of your mouth and trailing down your chin as Miguel shifted his hand from your mouth to cradle your face, his fingers gently pressing against your jaw. You panted heavily, fingers tightly clutching his sleeve, your body trembling and pussy horribly fluttering around his pumping fingers.

Miguel turned your face to look at him in the darkness. “Say my name, gatita. Let me hear it as you cum on my fingers.” He commanded in a husky voice. You choked back a moan, biting your lip harshly trying to unjumble your scrambled brain. When you finally found your voice, Miguel’s fingers burrowed deep into you, touching a spot inside that made you see stars within the confines of the dark closet. Your orgasm rushing and crashinginto you like an unexpected tidal wave.

“M-Miguel! I-I’m cumming, ‘m cumming. Crapcrapcrap!” You choked out before the long-awaited release of your pent-up pleasure came spurting from your cunt, soaking Miguel’s hand and coating your thighs. You body spasmed uncontrollably, twitching in Miguel’s arms whilst he finger-fucked you through your climax. Your eyelids fluttered, tears spilling down your face at the sheer intensity.

“There we go, gatita. Very good, very good.” He cooed, slipping his drenched fingers out, your body trembling a little at the lack of fullness.

He held your chin in his hand, his crimson gaze scanning you while his other hand tenderly caressed your thighs. "You okay?" His voice, filled with concern, resonated in the dimly lit room. His question made your heart flutter, intensifying your frustration at not being able to see him.

You nodded, breathing heavily, and finally releasing the tight grip you had on Miguel's forearm. "Y-Yes..." Miguel smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek, which caught you by surprise and made you jump slightly in the darkness of the room.

"Good, gatita, because I'm ready for you, bebe.” He whispered against your skin, the words going straight to your puffy core and reawakening your lust. Miguel instantly smelled your potent desire, making him smirk.

You felt Miguel’s breath against your throat and soon his lips, softly sucking at your sensitive spot as you heard the delightful sound of his belt and zipper coming undone. You moaned softly at his suckles, feeling his fangs along your neck, leaving behind his love bites. Miguel hummed, suddenly feeling his large hand take yours, guiding it towards him. Your eyes widened when you felt his hardened length brush your knuckles, eliciting a hiss from Miguel.

He opened your hand so you could grab his cock. You complied, taking his dick in your palm and you were even more amazed and how thick he was, your fingers unable to close into a fist due his enormity. Miguel let out a soft groan at your touch, unable to stop himself as he began to thrust into your clenched fist, moaning at his efforts. “Bebe, you feel that?” He hissed, placing his hands on the wall on either side of your head to steady himself whilst continuing his slow pace into your palm.

You bit your lip, nodding. “Y-yes.” You uttered, feeling his massive length slide in and out of your palm. His length was absolutely astonishing, completely hardened and erect. His coarse hairs tickling your hand with each thrust which only made your pussy quiver even more in want of his cock to feel you up. “Hmm. You feel what you-fuck-do to me Cariño?” He heaved, kissing along your neck, small gasps of air passing his lips while you moaned helplessly.

Miguel groaned, moving back and using his large hand to grasp your neck, guiding your face to meet his gaze. Your eyes fluttered at his touch while Miguel's half-hooded crimson eyes met yours, his cock twitching in your palm at the sight of your flushed face. “I’ve been waiting for this all damn night.” He panted, squeezing your neck slightly causing you to shudder.

Miguel's words took you by surprise, yet they only amplified your desire for him. You hadn't realized you could have such an impact on someone, especially on him, but here he was, fucking your fist and spilling his guts to you in the darkness of a closet.

You bit your lip, squeezing his cock in your palm, causing him to let out a deep and alluring groan. “Mierda…Keep doing that and I’m going to cum.” He chuckled breathlessly. “And we don’t want that. Not just yet, gatita.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your hand.

Your eyes darted around in the darkness, desperately seeking him, but instead, you felt him move you, pressing your chest against the wall and positioning your backside towards him. Standing on unsteady legs, a blend of anxiousness and nervousness enveloped you. You bit your lip, your cheek pressed against the wall, further overwhelmed by the absence of sight, your fingers tensing against the firm surface.

You waited for what felt like an eternity, the anticipation becoming unbearable as your juices spilled down your legs.

You wanted so much to feel Miguel, his touch, presence, lips, cock… Anything!

Your body felt so cold and empty without him…

You awaited with bated breath for Miguel when suddenly something warm and hard began to move against the curve of your ass. Your eyes fluttered, the sensation so delightful, seemingly heightened by your diminished sight. Your juices continued to coat your thighs, dripping down your shaky legs the more he touched and teased you. Miguel snickered, gripping your hips in his large hands. “My pretty gatita, you smell so delicious bebe.” He whispered, kissing your bare shoulders. “I can smell your arousal, how much you want my cock to stuff that pretty pussy of yours.” He grinned. You moaned even more at how accurate he was.

“P-Please.” You begged in response, grinding back on his length. Miguel moaned, widening your cheeks and pushing your leopard bodysuit and panties to the side once more, revealing your slick folds. He inhaled the air deeply. “Fuck, you are exquisite, Cariño.” He purred, trailing his fingertips along your back, causing a shiver to run through you. You felt him brush his cockhead along your pussy lips making you whimper. “You tell me if it’s too much. Got it bebe.” He whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You nodded, biting your lip. “O-okay.”

Slowly, you felt his massive head begin to enter your throbbing core. Your legs shook horribly, fingers gripping the wall as muffled moans escaped your throat. Miguel grunted under his breath, continuing his insertion. You were thankful for the preparation Miguel had provided earlier because he was huge. You felt your gummy walls stretch to the extreme to accommodate his enormity, a loud, strangled moan escaped your lips when his hips smacked against your rear.

Miguel groaned, pressing his chest to your backside and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Talk to me, how do you feel, bebe?” He asked, kissing your cheek and allowing your walls to adjust. You were breathless, shakingly panting. The pleasure was so intensely good that it was mind-numbing.

You could barely understand what Miguel asked you over the pounding of your heart and the blood buzzing in my ears. “Goodgood, s-so good.” Miguel smirked, tightening his hold on your waist beginning to slowly thrust into you. Your mouth was agape, eyes continuously rolling, Miguel’s hips moving in a rhythmic motion inside of you.

“M-more. Please give me more.” You slurred, gripping the wall as Miguel chuckled, pressing a kiss to your ear. “You want more, Cariño? You sure you know what you are asking?” He inquired with a snicker that went straight to your dripping cunt. You frantically nodded, desparate to feel more of Miguel, repeatedly begging and pleading in slurred speech.

Miguel felt somewhat concerned by your request. He was accustomed to fucking intensely and vigorously, often leaving women sore and sometimes unable to walk afterward.

But you were different…

He didn't give a damn about those women; they were all just a good time. But you were special…

You were precious to him, a hidden gem he had discovered in a vast mine, a jewel that gleamed brightly amongst a sea of ordinary stones.

He didn't want to harm you. He was used to breaking things, unintentionally or not to others, and he didn't want to include you on that list. He was used to breaking things, whether intentionally or not, and he didn't want to include you on that list. Despite his concerns, he couldn't refuse you, especially with the many cries spilling from your mouth, begging him to fuck you hard, to ruin you.

So he clenched his jaw, gritted his fangs, his eyes reddened as he pressed his fingers into your hips.

“You asked for it.”

He growled his tender thrusts instantaneously becoming brutal and frantic. It was so intense that you felt as if you couldn't breathe, your moans continously getting caught in your throat with each striking smack of his hips against your rear.

Miguel's fingers gripped your hips so tightly that you were certain it would bruise later, his groans and deep growls evident against your ear whilst his deep and merciless pounding never ceased. “This what you wanted, Cariño?” He huffed, his cock burrowing deep inside of your gummy walls and prodding your cervix each time.

You couldn't respond, only moaning uncontrollably, your body roughly banging against the wall. All you could do was hope that the hallway was still empty because you couldn't control the loud cries of pleasure that were being pulled from your very being with each thrust.

“Ay Cono.” Miguel panted, wrapping a hand around the artificial tail of your costume and tugging you back, meeting him with each thrust. Your eyes rolled into your head at the added simulation. Your tongue pooling over your lips whilst he continued to fuck you relentless, dirty talking into your ear which only pushed you closer and closer to your climax.

“Hmm, if only you’ve asked me-fuck-sooner Cariño. I would have already claimed this pussy.” He grunted, runting his cock into you. “Have everyone know this pussy is mine.” He growled, continuing his abuse on your puffy pussy.

Everything was too much, as you soon came undone. Your eyes rolled, back arching, while your muscles tensed and your gut tightened. All erotic cries became stuck in your throat. Your body shook uncontrollably, climaxing into the darkened room in juicy spurts, dripping loudly onto the floor beneath you.

Miguel cursed, your walls squeezing him tightly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. “Yes bebe. Just like that, mmm. Cum for me.” He growled, nipping and sucking on your lobe whilst you released on his cock.

Miguel hummed in satisfaction, feeling your body tremble under his palms, and fall limp against the wall. The only support keeping you upright was his presence and the firm surface in front of you.

“Very good Cariño, but I’m not done with you just yet-”

Abruptly, a female, robotic voice echoed throughout the confined closet, causing Miguel’s hips to instantly come to a halt inside of you. Both yours and Miguel’s eyebrows rising in astonishment and surprise.

“One incoming message from Peter. B. Parker.”

“Shit.” Miguel spat, pulling out and rolling up his sleeve. The closet filled with a white glow emanating from his multiverse watch as a voice message from Peter began to play. "What's up, buddy? Where are you? The game started like... ten minutes ago. Get your ass back up here."

You nervously bit your lip, attempting to catch your breath and retain most of what you had just heard from the message. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Miguel's chiseled, tanned face illuminated by his watch. It felt like an eternity since you last saw him, and he looked absolutely stunning, even in the small light emitting from his watch.

He growled , covering his watch with his sleeve and shifting his focus back to you, planting kisses on your shoulders whilst grinding his hardened length along the curve of your ass. Your breath hitched at the unexpected action, the return of the intense darkness more disorienting than before. “W-we must head back, Miguel. T-They’ll come looking for us.”

“Let them look.”

He replied hoarsely, continuing to kiss your shoulders and grind his cock against your ass. “I’m not done with you, Cariño.” He spat, turning you to face him. Your stomach fluttered once again in anticipation.

An unexpected gasp slipped from your lips as he effortlessly turned you around to face him, and lifted your body off the ground like you weighed nothing at all. You hastily wrapped your arms around his neck, clutching tightly, while your legs found their place over his forearms, and Miguel's hands resting against the wall behind you.

He kissed your lips, breathing heavily. “I’ll be a damn idiot to leave you right now.” He uttered, rubbing his cock along your slick folds. “Hmm, leave you without even stuffing you full of my cum, without truly claiming you.” You moaned softly as his tip repeatedly brushed against your clit. His words causing your heightened arousal to intensify, your arousal dripping down onto the floor beneath you while he continues speaking, his words alone enough to make you cum all over again.

“I’ll be a damn fool, won’t I, hermosa?”

He growled, with one quick thrust, he rammed his cock back into your eager core, your pussy instantly sucking him in. A loud cry spilled from your mouths, his length entering further into you.

Miguel rutted upwards into your rear, his forehead resting on your own, yet you still couldn’t make out his facial features despite the close proximity. “M-Miguel…y-you are so deep. You panted and whined, your fingers gripping the nape of his neck while your legs draped over his strong forearms. He growled, his fingers flexing on either side of your head as his palms pressed against the wall. “Oh fuck-.” He moaned, his warm, heavy breath brushing against your skin. ”You feel so fucking good.” He huffed, snapping his hips and burrowing his cock deeper inside of you.

Your toes curled within your boots, wriggling in his arms as the intense sensations gripped you, yet Miguel kept you steady. You could feel the beads of sweat trickling down his furrowed brow, accompanied by his heavy breaths, low groans, and a blend of English and Spanish curses against your face and his coarse hair over the base of his shaft, rubbing against your clit with each thrust. Loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips,

When sudden knock echoed at the closet door…

Panicked, you swiftly covered your mouth, causing Miguel to freeze in his movements.

“Y/N!? Are you in there? Everything alright?”

Your eyes widened as you immediately recognized your friend, Gwen's voice coming from the other side of the door.

You trembled in Miguel’s hold, whilst he began to resume his slow grind into you. You moaned softly into your palm, eyes rolling as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Hmm…they just want to ruin our fun, don’t they bebe?” He chuckled breathlessly when we heard Gwen knock once more.

You moaned softly into your palm, eyes rolling as he placed a tender kiss on your temple. "Seems like they're determined to spoil our fun, huh, bebe?" He chuckled breathlessly, the sound of another knock from Gwen at the closet door echoing within the confined space once more.

“Y/N? I found your mask out here? You aren’t seriously hiding out in there are you?”

Anxious and fearful, your lips trembled at the thought of getting caught with Miguel, wanting intensely for Gwen to leave already.

Miguel groaned in annoyance. He tried to downplay how much the interruption was bothering him out of politeness toward you about your friend, but he wished the 'blondie' would just fuck off already.

A few minutes went by with Miguel’s tiny thrusts inside of you, enough to keep the desires between the two of you satiated, but not what the two of you truly wanted. Miguel waited, his heightened senses straining to detect fading footsteps, a distancing heartbeat, and any sign of departing breath on the other side of the door, yet he heard no such thing.

Gwen was still there…

Miguel snarled, his fangs bared. He was consumed by desire, not giving a damn about anything else. He wanted you so badly, wishing to quicken the pace, and take you until both of you were exhausted and satisfied. His judgment clouded by overwhelming lust."

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore, gatita.” He growled, resuming his erratic thrusts that made your nerves feel like they were on fire, your body shudder, and loud cries to be pulled from the depths of your chest. The sudden bursts of pleasure only pushing you closer to your peak. Miguel hissed, moving his hands under your rear to press your backside to the wall.

He bounced your body onto his dick meeting his thrusts. You choked back sobs from the assault on your sensitive area. Tears pulled at the edges of your eyes at the intensity and how hard it was to hold back your moans. It felt like your abdomen was on fire, your muscles tightening again as your climax was near once more.

Miguel’s enhanced hearing could still hear Gwen’s presence at the door, but he didn’t give a damn. Your clenching walls were drawing him to his peak as well. His abs flexing under his scarlet button-up, his hips stuttering and jerking.

“Cum with bebe.” He panted, wrapping his arms around your backside, hugging you tightly whilst continuing his thrusts upward into you. Your arms encircled his neck, worried whispers escaping from your lips. "W-What if someone overhears? What if Gwen hears?" You whimpered, burying your face in his neck.

“Don’t worry a-about them,” He hissed, increasing his pace and pounding himself deeper into you. “Focus on me. On this.” He breathlessly panted, pressing his lips against yours in the pit-blackness of the closet. He kissed you passionately, his thrusts becoming sloppy, smacking your g-spot over and over again.

You choked on a strangled moan, your muscles tensing up. You sobbed at the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably as you released once again. Stars flooded your vision whilst you orgasmed harshly, spurting your juices and coating your thighs and Miguel’s dick with your sweet nectar.

“F-Fuck!” Miguel groaned loudly, your gummy walls squeezing him wonderfully and pushing him over the edge. He pulled away from your lips, gritting his teeth, and burrowing himself deep inside of you, filling you full of his load. His hips sputtered and his abs tightened, a wave of tingles and heat rushing through his entire being and overwhelming him with utter bliss. You whimpered, his warm essence flooding your inners and stuffing you just right.

He rested his forehead against yours, the dim room filled with the sound of your heavy breaths. He soon realized the absence by the door, uncertain of when Gwen had left, but it didn't matter to him. He was utterly captivated by you, amazed beyond words. "You did so well, gatita," he murmured, gently kissing your lips. Slowly, he lowered your body back to the floor, his hands supporting your waist as your legs felt a bit unsteady.

Miguel helped you both clean up in the dark, using some towels he had found in the closet. After you were both dressed, the reality of the situation finally sank in.

Once you both leave this room, you’ll return to the roles of a mere Spider-Woman in society and Miguel, your respected leader. The two of you would head upstairs to that dreadful game of Spin the Bottle, engaging in teasing and potentially steamy activities with each other or possibly others—something neither of you desired.

"I-I suppose it's time we head back," you murmured forlornly, hugging your body. Miguel clicked his tongue at your words, the mere thought of anyone else touching you during that game already stirring anger within him. "No... I have a better idea."

You felt his hands on your waist, looking up at him with furrowed brows. "W-What do you mean?" Miguel smirked, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Let's leave this party.

Come home with me."

Your eyes widened in astonishment. Miguel was equally surprised that he had extended the invitation, but he couldn't bear to let you go.

Not tonight...

You knew Gwen would likely be concerned about your whereabouts and that Miguel and your absence from the game would surely raise questions., nonetheless, you found yourself nodding.

"O-Okay... but let's keep this a little secret," you told him with a small smile. He grinned, encircling his arms around your waist. "Of course, gatita. Our little act will remain hidden within the walls of this closet and within the confines of my home.

You have my word."

You smiled, gently planting a kiss on his lips before pulling away from the shared embrace. "Thank you, Miguel," you whispered, noticing Miguel's fingers already tapping away at his watch, a blinding orange and red portal materialized before both of you, illuminating the closet and revealing him in full view. "You're welcome, my sexy gatita," he replied.

He encircled an arm around your waist, guiding you as both of you stepped into the portal. The vibrant orange-red whirlpool closed behind you, leaving behind the raucous party, the horrid Spin The Bottle game, and your roles as leader and mere spider-woman.

You both felt a profound longing, yearning to end this Halloween night in the way you both truly desired – entwined in each other's arms, delving into the hidden depths of your secret relationship, and venturing through a night filled with pure bliss.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my Halloween special! I tried to deliver it to you as swiftly as possible. Thank you all for the support and love; I'm continually surprised and grateful for it. Love you all!! ❤👻👻💙

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