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luvulyy · 2 years

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Feel free to reject this but what about Aki with a male reader who acts like Megumi? Again feel free to reject this, I don’t want to push you to do something that you don’t feel comfortable doing.

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃. ✷

𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖧𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖶𝖠 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: putting these two favs together was wild. hope the megumi-ish came though, i tried ! <3

Aki didn't understand you.

He admired you, respected your dedication to your work and efficiency getting jobs down. After enough mandatory meetings he began to gather a sense of who you were. You made no effort to talk to him, and vice versa. Still, as he finally learnt your name you shouldn't have been anything special, just another blank face in the corridors.

Keyword, should.

It was your personality that made his thoughts always circle back to you.

There was some thing about your gaze that was different. You always stood to the side, watching and the last one to speak. But when you did it always enraptured his attention. Your natural lack of expression did nothing to hide your intellect, your abilty to analyse and calculate.

He almost lept out of his skin the first time you joined him smoking. You lazily hung a cigarette between your teeth as you stepped up to join him on the balcony, and he instinctively lit it for you. It was a comforting moment. Just the two of you and the scent of mingling smoke, silent and gazing over the moonlit city.

He didn't miss the glimpse of your box of cigs, the same MEVIUS resting in his pocket. It was oddly annoying, that you'd have the same taste.

You were cold yes, but endearing. His frown learning you were to be partnered up was far too forced for his liking.

It became quickly apparent how kind you were, to the right people. There was no hesitation towards those who stood against you, but you cared quietly for the that mattered in a way he felt he'd miss if he blinked. Despite your walls, it was like you had a heart of gold. So rare in this line of work, he almost wanted to protect it. Almost.

He'd lost count of the times a can of coffee had been wordlessly pressed into his hands on a late night, or bentos magically appearing on his desk when he'd be working so hard he'd forget to eat. It was like second nature to you, passing and lighting a cigarette for him whenever he got too lost in thought.

You payed far too much attention to small details like that, but Aki couldn't bring himself to feel anything but awe, unwavering gratitude for your silent actions.

Still, you were an enigma.

Aki wasn't the most public person but getting to know you was like pulling teeth. It was months as partners before he even learned you liked guys. Or how you put it, you prefered personality and those 'morally good. Aki wasn't sure if he qualified as that, driven solely by revenge, but your heavy implication came as a shock.

Not that he needed to know. Nor did the knowledge made his heart flutter. Liar.

He should've seen the signs - how he'd admire you for a second too long, smoke under the stars wishing you were there or feel an emptiness when you weren't at his side. Before he could help it, he'd fallen head over heels for you. Each accidentally touch or almost laughs warmed his veins like no one else.

The final straw was so mudane. You'd been out on patrol togther, when suddenly he felt you weren't at his side. It was concerning, how second nature knowing you were there had become. Panic rose in his throat as he looked around frantically, and froze.

He'd never questioned your abilty to summon animals in battle, clearly a result of your demon pact.

That didn't stop the sight in front of him melting any fragment of ice inside his chest. Clearly you'd seen a dog on the side of the street, and gone to greet it summoning your own. The view was mesmerising. Your laugh carried like music through the air to him, as you cooed and squeled as a mountain of fur licked and jumped on you. You were so at peace, so alive in that moment, Aki regretted never bringing you near animals sooner.

It was a purely lovable sight, and love it he did.

It was a undeniable realisation, a crescendo of every endearing detail about you. He liked you, needed you in his life. And was clueless on what to do about it. But before he had to, the universe acted for him.

It was supposed to be simple errand, after which you'd agreed to grab drinks with him. Aki tried to hide is excitement, ignoring the bounce in his step as you arrived at the scene. A quick collection and he was free to spend the evening with you. You'd even smiled when he asked you, a sight he'd only dreamed off. It was cruel, how rare he got to see how handsome it was.

Lost in thought, he couldn't even react.

Before either of you could move, there was a gunshot. Straight at Aki. You screamed. A hand grabbed his shoulder roughly and pulled but it wasn't quick enough - he felt fire explode in his side.

As he recoiled all he could think was how he'd never heard you so loud, so full of emotion. He hit the ground as his world tilted. There was nothing but pure rage dripping from your tongue as you tore into the culprit, roaring in Aki's direction. 'Stay awake, you idiot!'

Maybe it was the blood loss, but the sight of you fighting for him was breathtaking. He'd never seen you so enraged. You weaved around and battered the shooter with a hunger, vengence powering your fists. Your speed was inhumane, clearly spurred on by your partner by your feet. All the while, wearing a maniac grin.

If he wasn't in so much pain the sight would've made his stomach flip.

He couldn't tell how long the fight lasted, just watching your inhumane display. As quickly as it had begun, it was over.

As his vision started to fade Aki thought he could feel your hand on his cheek. It had to be his imagination, you'd never willingly touch him if you could help it. Scratch that you'd just saved his life. Just as his consciousness ebbed he could've swore he heard you curse 'If you die I swear I'll kill you myself.'

It was a full day later when he came to, bandaged up and disorientated. And the first thing he did was ask for you. Your display of raw emotion had sealed it, he had to tell you how he felt. Especially when you learned you were coming running.

When you came to visit him in the hospital, he confessed. A simple 'I like you.' He wanted to spill all his cliche thoughts, of wanting to cherish you while you both could, with how dangerous your line of work is.

But as soon as the words were out his mouth he trailed off.

Your entire face was flushed, heat spreading to the tips of your ears. The sight was the cutest thing Aki had ever seen, wishing he could capture image of how you pulled up your collar in an attempt to hide. To see you so shy in contrast of your usual stoic expression made him only fall for you more.

It only reaffirmed for Aki, you were the prettiest boy he'd ever seen.

A hopeful grin spread across his face. He forgot how to breath as you moved closer. Your touch tickled his cheeks as he stared into your gorgeous eyes, framed by sinfully long lashes. In an instant, you were kissing him.

Lips met and time stilled. All that existed was his lips, and yours. You kissed back with a furiosity he hadn't expected. Overwhelming heat radiated from you but he still needed more.

Aki deepened the kiss, earning a surprised squeak from you but returning with just as much passion. It was intoxicating, the sensation of your lips.

Not long enough, you both pulled back to breath. He rested his forehead against yours, basking in your presence, and the still tingling feeling in his lips. He felt hazy, unable to believe this was real. He almost missed your whisper, so so glad he hadn't.

'Be my boyfriend?' You breathed, quiet but full of love. God, you were beautiful. And now his. He didn't hesitate to meet your lips again, showing his answer with a severity words wouldn't do justice. It was earth shattering, how quickly he grew used to your touch under his fingers, even as he sat in a hospital bed.

You were untouchable, a brief moment of solace in his storm of a life. And he swore to treasure every moment, every smile and kiss. Your personalities were so similar yet different, complimenting perfectly. On and off the battlefield, you were in sync.

And if the next time you were smoking, he leaned in to light your cigarette with his, there was no one to see how you both blushed.

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦: once dating - he'd love how stoic you are, taking it as a challenge to break through and make you laugh or blush. he'd love cooking for you, always offering no matter how tired you both were & sticking to your preferences. he'd adore how relaxed your style was, easily cozing up to you in your loughwear & wrapping arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling into your large sweater. would also 100% ask you to summon your dogs just to see your mirth, and definitely not to cuddle into their fluff on the couch. would also always offer you the last cigarette in his packet, how romantic pfft

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merlinfic · 1 year

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the ask box is back open (for one last time)!

hi folks! yes, you’ve read that right... after eight (!!!) years i (and the rest of the mods) will be stepping away from this blog. we’ve had a great run and have loved sharing fics for the merlin fandom but it’s time. the blog will, however, be updated and left as an archive for all to still use and enjoy!

when the ask is officially closed at the end of this week just know that everything will be answered (slowly, but they’ll be answered!) and the submit will remain open for an indefinite period of time for fic recs. i’ll make a more detailed post come the end of the week/when the ask is closed, but I just wanted y’all to be aware of what’s happening!

for now though, the ask is back open for one more week (aka until January 14) so please take a few moments to read a few reminders:

please DO NOT spam us with asks. if it happens we will shut off the option for anon asks. if it continues once anon is off you will be warned and/or blocked for a sort period.

if you’re wondering what constitutes as “spamming” check out this post for more info!

general reminder that the ask is for requests/lost fics and the submit is for fic recs. if you send a request through the submit it will be deleted.

IMPORTANT: be sure to take a look through the tags page, masterlist, frequently asked, and use the search feature BEFORE sending in an ask! i’ve tried to make everything as user friendly as possible!

and here’s the search guide if you need help with searching our blog or searching for fics in general! :)

thanks for all the support over the years y’all! <3

#mod post #mod danielle #will i make an official and sappy post at the end of the week?#absolutely lmaooo #i still can't believe i've ran this blog for so long #appreciate y'all #long live the merlin fandom

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ghostyolive · 2 years

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Since the original piece got popular (at least relative to my size as an artist,) I wanted to do a redraw. A year later, and I’m proud of how this stands compared to my original work, which I busted out in a about two hours after realizing I hadn’t made anything for October 3rd. So, all in all, I’m really pleased with my progress as an artist in this year. Thank you to everyone who’s supported me! :)

(Original under the cut)

#fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #edward elric #I try not to get sappy but man. this just got to me lol #it’s so exciting to track progress through a single piece!!#my art #gotta say tho? the worst development has got to be the hand drawn sparkles. they look so good but they kill me a little to do lmaooo

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the-phony-king-of-england · 2 years

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Well my first memory is when someone with a disney-esque blog url followed me and I was like "!!! A fellow disney person!"

Then I went in to check, saw your first posts, and went "Lovely artstyle!! Same character interests!!"

So I think I mentioned something about that, to which you responded via a whole post and I was like "<333 New friend!"

And here we are 🙏

AAH I REMEMBER THIS- Before I had a tumblr I'd been checking ur page regularly for agessss... Gonna be honest, I first made an account to interact with your stuff! You were the first person I followed 👉👈

I was so excited when you started liking my things!! And doodling my characters!! AAH I'm rambling gdhsjhdg basically Rivero you're a huge inspiration to me ❤️❤️ thank you for being my friend ^-^

#SORRY I GOT SO WEIRD N SAPPY LMAOOO #MAKING ME SMILE SO HARD #fenris asks #just chatting

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maximotts · 2 years

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How did you come up with the fight, flight, freeze concept? I love that fic!!!

Aww thank you!! That fic is still one of my favorites to this day!

I came up with it from some weird level of personal experience. I suffer from severe anxiety and I have the tendency to get overwhelmed and run, like actually just… get away. Either in my car or a walk or whatever and that’s not a safe way to deal with things obviously, but it’s rare anymore will notice/stop me.

So this fic was basically like a “what if I had someone that would, for whatever reason, notice I was leaving and care enough to follow me? And even if the reality is ugly and messy and completely not fun, they still stayed?” Which sounds really depressing, but that’s just kinda where I was at when I wrote it.

#I just thought about something so sappy lmaooo someone stop me I’m fragile #anon asks.#answered.#motts talks about fics

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toji-girl · 2 months

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hello, I'm not really comfortable with English but I read your post about writing dark and I think it's a good idea. I really like your writing and I think it would go well with these themes. there will always be people who don't like your work, so write what you like!!

hello, sweetie! I understand and want to say that your English is really good! akdjrt thank you so much 🥺🥺 the fact that you sent this has me giggling and blushing and twirling my hair like sdfnjrkbr

I think I am so used to writing fluffy stuff I want a new pace, for over fifteen years I've been writing those themes and I want something darker, but you're so right about there will always be someone out there that doesn't like it (which I will always respect, I know I'm not everyone's flavor) but I know there are people out there like me who like the things I do which I will say that before joining tumblr I thought something was wrong with me for wanting to fuck these cartoon characters lmaoo

I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending this, I hope you have a wonderful day/evening bb! 🩷💜

#💌incoming #the fact that you aren't comfortable with English but still sent this? that made my heart shudder skfjsrer #these asks are what keep me doing this #and all the support #this feels so unreal #anyway before I start becoming super sappy I'll stop LMAOOO

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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BABY DADDY RAFE!!

like they co parent but they aren’t really together, but the lines are a little blurred, like he’s always at the house to see his daughter but the lines get blurred when she’s put down for bed and the two of you cuddle and fuck on the couch

⊹ ~ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🎀 ݁.⊹୨🐰୧ ⊹ . ݁🎀 . ݁~ ⊹ ~ ⊹

i just love the au because it forces him to be a little soft when it’s clear he’s so reluctant to be. he didn’t want a baby for that exact reason, he knew it was gonna make him sappy and he’s tryna handle business— but he quite literally cannot help himself when he comes round to see the kid and you’re standing in your little nightgown crying into your hands because he’s the first person you’ve seen all week, it’s been so lonely and isolating and you’re just so relieved that someone else is there to pick the baby up when it cries for just a little bit.

he doesn’t like that one bit. rafe is unhinged and an asshole at times but he doesn’t play about the mother of his child because that’s who looks after the baby and obviously the two of you had a connection for you to end up knocked up?? you cry to him, rambling about how hard it’s been and he’s there nodding furiously with his lips a lil parted and wide eyes trying to seem like a really active listener :(( drops the nonchalant act real quick

“hey, no tears alright? i— i didn’t know you were feeling like this. why the hell did you not call me? i told you, you can always call me about this shit.” wiping your tears away and pulling you into his chest :( “look, tell you what we’re gonna do okay? gonna leave the baby with rose for a few hours. gonna take you out for lunch, yeah? then— then okay, you’re gonna have a fuckin’ nap. ‘cos you look exhausted.” and you just can’t stop crying from relief, the weight being taken off you for a lil bit 😮‍💨

def starts making more of an effort after that, checks in all the time, fucks you when you need it, feeds you when you need it, falls in love with you by accident 🙄 combats every one of your complaints too. “i just have no friends now, rafe.” “fuck you talking about, kid. i’m your friend.” lmaooo

⊹ ~ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🎀 ݁.⊹୨🐰୧ ⊹ . ݁🎀 . ݁~ ⊹ ~ ⊹

#anon #babydaddy!rafe #rafe cameron prompt #dad!rafe

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roaringroa · 2 years

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my best friend is leaving for the us for a year and i just sent her the most embarrassingly sappy text of my life ahdiahqohwoi we usually don’t even say i love you i don’t know what came over me

#i love her so much truly #i say best friend and we are!! we’ve studied together since we were 5 and have been close friends since we were 9 #we’re both 20 now and this is the longest and most meaningful friendship i’ve had so far in my life #but also now that we don’t study together anymore we absolutely are the kinds of friends who only see each other like #one time every 4 months or so #and we really don’t text much in the meantime lol #but i still love her a lot and am gonna miss her #not gonna tell the internet what she’ll be doing in the states for a year but it’s something that i’m very proud of her for doing too #anyway im happy for her i’m gonna miss her and i’m fewling sappy even though on birthdays all we do for each other is like #text happy birthday and that’s it (and we both missed birthdays before lol)#while i was writing this i got the notifs for her text back and she fucking called me by the nickname i got in 7th grade LMAOOO #the nickname i got because of the midhapocalipse… i can’t make this shit up lol #see that’s why i love her #my post

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dokyeomini · 2 years

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i might be a very biased mx love bot but no one does it like them

#4th gen bgs wish they had what mx have #/hj #/handjob #anyways algkls #im just thinking about them tonight #i just feel like they have very very good instinct about which direction to take with their music #their music has rarely gotten stale for me *ahem* fantasia *ahem*#but that was their first comeback after wh leaving so understandable yk #and wonho's solo stuff as well i am just always intrigued as to what he'll come up with next #my brain loves to be suprised algjls #im getting sappy bc i watched autobahn fancams and stuff and im super jealous lmaooo #I'd just be sobbing through the whole song if i ever got to hear it live lagklahks #ruining the mood but idc

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j-niret · 8 months

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dollface. | hhj

✩‧₊˚ pairing — hyunjin x f!reader genre — established relationship, newfound romance, sappy love <33 warnings — tooth rotting fluff, smut, love making, oral (f. receiving), piv, breeding kink, praise kink, cute hand holding during s*x >.<

a/n: ahhhh, i’m finally back w another post !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ i feel saur bad for not posting in a while but i’ve been super busy w school and other stuff ughhh. but i had lots of fun writing this and it was supposed to be WAY shorter than this but uh… got carried away ig? lmaooo. n e ways, enjoyy and lmk your thoughts on this, muahhhh

wc — 2.2k

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

there’s nothing quite like being passionately in love. being with that special someone who you call your one and only, your other half. the one you rush home to every night after a long day at work, venting as they listen with open ears. the one who knows you better than themselves and remembers every tiny detail you tell them. the person you want to spend the rest of eternity and take your very last breath with.

you couldn’t picture this experience with anyone else but hyunjin. everyday felt like a new chapter of a fairytale when you’re with him, his love was profound, gracious, and so thoughtful— he spoiled you immensely with affection. hyunjin is a patient and understanding lover, he’ll always do things on your terms and never pressures you into something you aren’t comfortable with. his kind and caring nature is what drew you to him in the beginning, he had a timid personality at first but it didn’t take long for him to open up and reveal his true inner self around you. in his eyes, everything felt so easy with you, as if he already knew you in a past life; it almost scared him how quickly his feelings grew. hyunjin couldn’t help it though, within only three weeks of knowing you he asked you to be his girlfriend and the rest was history. a full month has passed and though you’re both still technically in the “honeymoon phase” you don’t think this feeling will ever truly dissipate.

what you love most about hyunjin is his attentiveness, he wasn’t lying when he said he knew you in a past life; his ability to read you like a novel came as second nature to him. he could almost tell instantly when you were upset or feeling down, and he knew exactly how to cheer you up, he’s partially the reason why your confidence has gotten so much better lately. hyunjin makes you feel more than wanted, he provides you with constant reassurance and cares more about you than his own self. “you’re the reason i keep going, my reason to strive to become a better person. i don’t know where i’d be without you baby.” he admitted in the first month of dating, most people would be scared off by how intensely he feels when he’s in love, but you? you embraced it dearly, you embraced all of him. the bond you two shared was like no other, he was meant to be yours and you were meant to be his— souls connected by fate. before you met hyunjin, the concept of soulmates seemed unbelievably cliche, but now, you can’t comprehend how you once lived a life without knowing him.

hyunjin would move mountains for you, he’d do absolutely any and everything to make you happy. you like to believe the relationship is an equal 50/50 ratio but hyunjin is beyond whipped for you, the first thought in his mind when waking up every morning is how beautiful you look when you’re peacefully asleep, making sure he doesn’t cause too much movement to wake you up. as soon as you do though, he’s instantly all over you, showering you with his sweet honey-glazed words and kisses softer than velvet. beautiful, captivating, endearing; those are what you’d use to describe the way hyunjin shows his love. he loves unapologetically and has no shame in it, he doesn’t care if he gets called a “simp” for wanting to please his girl— people only see your relationship from an outside lens, they’ll never understand and it didn’t matter to either of you. hyunjin is a lovesick puppy for you, always craving your touch when you aren’t around, but as soon as he’s with you he’s all yours.

“baby, you know you can use me whenever you’re stressed, you look a bit worn out and could use some much needed relaxation. tell me what you want, just say the words, i’m here to please you dollface.” god… he knew exactly how to make you melt after a tiring day of work, and that nickname; dollface, the way it rolled off his tongue so elegantly made you a dripping mess. “y-you don’t need to, you already do so much for me hyunnie… i appreciate how much you wanna take care of me.” you sheepishly respond, hyunjin wasn’t too keen on your answer though. “i know i don’t necessarily need to, but i really want to. let me be of use to you princess, please, just wanna take care of you, anything you want and i’ll do it. there’s no one in this world i’d do this for besides you, i wholeheartedly believe i was put on this earth to be with you.” his words pulled you in like a magnetic force, easily getting you to cave to his desires, who were you to deny your angelic entity of a boyfriend? you let his hands freely roam your body, noticing the faint black nail lacquer coated on his fingertips as he palms your breasts outside the skimpy tank top you wore underneath your work shirt. hyunjin’s plush pink lips connect with yours for a moment, relishing in the sweet taste of you as he pinches your lightly covered nipple. “m’gonna make you feel so amazing… you’ll feel like you’re floating after this, trust me dollface.”

the petname he gave you never left his vocabulary since the day he first said it. he’d say it in the most sensual tone, you never realized you might have a voice kink until you met hyunjin. one moment you were kissing him slowly then the next he was below you, in between your precious thighs. his tongue felt like heaven, gliding the wet muscle against your sensitive bundle of nerves, letting you gush all over his face and chin. hyunjin couldn’t help himself, he loved feeling your legs shake around him, hearing the subtle whimpers and cries escape your lips— this is what keeps him going. “hmmmnn..” he’d hum against your aching core, sending a vibration of tingles to your spine. your hips involuntarily buck into him, grinding against his mouth as he sucks on your puffy clit, making you moan out his name in utter utopia. “hyunjin… hyunjin… mmphh fuck..” eyes rolling to the back of your head from the way he’s french kissing your cunt. hyunjin loves taking his sweet time with you, he’s never been the type to rush anything, he prefers making love over just pure “fucking”, he sees no point in sex if it’s not meaningful to him. you can feel the passion through him as he went down on you, eating your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. your toes curled from the intense pleasure, tears almost forming in the corner of your eyes from feeling slightly overwhelmed— you’ll survive though, you always do.

“mmm… shit! t-think m’gonna cum ssooon hyune.” you mewl, body heat rising faster as you feel yourself getting close, your hands land on top of hyunjin’s head, lacing your fingers through to grab a fistful of his soft chocolate brown hair. “yeah? gonna come on my tongue like a good girl for me?” he pants heavily before diving back in, this time picking up a faster pace, your body felt like it was burning from the inside. “ahhh, fuck yes, hyunjin!” arching your back from the sensation, vision going blank for a moment as you come undone for the first time tonight. it’s no surprise hyunjin can make you orgasm so easily for him, he already knows your body so well— better than any man has ever attempted trying in the past, no one compares to him. hyunjin lifts his head up from between your legs, looking up at you with those endearing puppy dog eyes, face glistening with your wetness as he crawls over to give you a heartwarming kiss. you wanted nothing more than to be filled up completely by him, the crave for his cock gets more intense when you feel the massive boner he’s sporting underneath the tight boxer briefs he’s wearing. “hyunjin..” you whimper pathetically for him, “yes baby?” “i need you inside… p-please..” you were being more than needy right now but he wasn’t going to make you beg for it, he never did, he was just as willing to give you his cock just as much as you wanted it. “only since you asked so nicely, i’ll give whatever you want when you talk to me like that. i’ll fill this cute little hole up and stuff you with all my cum dollface.” his cock twitched at the thought of breeding you, he wants you to have every last drop of him inside.

“sss.. ah shiiit, so fuckin’ tight.” hyunjin grunts from the way his cock is getting swallowed by your heat, never keeping his eyes off watching while sliding it in. your legs wrap around his waist securely, mouth going permanently agape as he buries himself deep within. as soon as he picked up a steady rhythm his lips go to your neck, kissing and nipping at it delicately, fucking you so nice and slow. his hips moved gracefully, languidly pumping in and out while leaving small hickeys to your neck and chest. your warmth made his brain short circuit multiple times— one more stroke and he might just lose all consciousness. hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from admiring the way you looked right now, even during this he finds your beauty absolutely astonishing. he wants to hold you so bad, more than anything, but he can’t do that now, so what’s the next best option? holding your hand of course. hyunjin’s hand creeps up beside yours, gently taking it into his grasp, intertwining your fingers. he thrusts into you a bit a harder this time, but not too hard to the point where you’d want to scream, just softly moaning out his name like a sweet lullaby. “i love you y/n.” hyunjin murmurs out, not fully realizing what he just said. this was the first time he’s ever said this, he’s always thought it for quite some time but he dared not to say until the time was right… well, until now.

you were a little taken aback from his confession, since you two have only been dating for a month but you can’t deny that you love him too. you’ve never felt so strongly about someone in such a short span of time, let alone finding your soulmate you want to the spend of your life with. a loud sigh releases from you as he angles his hips differently, providing you with much deeper strokes. “i-i love- fuck.. i love y-you too hyune.” you croak, barely able to speak from how good he’s making you feel, you squeeze his hand tighter, eyelids momentarily fluttering shut from so much pleasure. hyunjin was ecstatic to hear you loved him back, he knew since the day he met you that he’d end up falling for you, how could he not honestly? he was so happy he could cry, his emotions were all over the place but right now, he wanted to give you what he’s promised since this started. “ughh… ‘m really close babe..” he mumbles out, slowing down slightly as his strokes get sloppier, reaching out his free hand to rub gentle circles on your clit. you don’t say anything in response, instead you draw out more semi-loud moans, biting your lip as you feel your climax approaching too. everything around you felt fuzzy, you continued whimpering out, gripping his hand tightly, clenching around his cock as your soul cries out in triumph. hyunjin let’s out a deep guttural groan, releasing his milky white essence inside, both bodies trembling from the aftermath.

“so fucking beautiful,” he lowly husks, “already came twice for me good job babygirl.” his praises made you feel so loved and appreciated, literally the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. “do you really love me?” you hesitantly ask, anyone can say anything during sex but your actions afterwards is what truly matters. hyunjin’s eyebrow furrows confusedly, “yes, of course i meant it, i’ve never told anyone i loved them before. that word holds… a lot of meaning to me.” he’s never felt anything close to this before, he knows this is real love. “god, you’re so damn perfect.” the compliments wouldn’t stop, he could go on the biggest tirades about how much you mean to him. your nose scrunches at his sweetness, giggling a bit, “you’re so cute.” your lips curl into a dainty smile, mind still feeling hazy from your post orgasm. hyunjin leans into you closely, staring at your pretty lips before planting a chaste kiss to them. nothing can compare to this, being young and in love. there’s nothing better than creating memories with the man you want to be with for the rest of your life, start a family and grow old with. only one person you could ever see a future with and that was hyunjin. he’s more than sure about you too, he’s even more excited for what’s to come, ready to embark on this long journey of love. he attempts to get impossibly closer than he already is, wrapping his arms around your frame and kissing your forehead, “you’re way cuter, dollface.”

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#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x female reader #hyunjin x f reader #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin imagines #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fic #skz imagines #hyunjin fic

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ghouljams · 1 month

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During all the nonsense that Dr. Love/Prof Ghost, the "one-sided" flirting between Soap and Moon, and confusion that is Price and Witch, there's Gaz and Birdie. Are they practically married already in the college AU and is Bug still buzzing around?

Lmaooo Price and Witch are confusing. Are they together? Are they flirting? There's a ring on Witch's finger one day and not the next, Price has a picture of her accidentally flash on screen during a lecture but no one can figure out what that means. Sometimes they eat lunch together. Everyone envies both of them, no one knows what they're jealous of exactly though.

Birdie and Gaz.... hmm. First off Bug absolutely is still around, they crawl around Birdie's education lectures ehen the babysitter cancels and play with their blocks, or are strapped to her back. She's pretty open about Bug being a donor baby, but generally doesn't talk much about her personal life. There's not much overlap between early childhood education, and foreign affairs so no one bats an eye when Bug shows up in Gaz's lectures.

"Sorry, babysitter flaked," he grumbles, wrestling his clicker from Bug's grip. He's also pretty open about being a father to his partner's kid. They have photos of each other on their desks, and hung up in their offices. I think it's common knowledge that they're together, but they also don't have much reason to cross paths. If you're in Birdie's last class on a Friday you might have Gaz walk in at the end with Bug to give her a ride home.

They don't have the intrigue for students that the others do, but they definitely are the like "couple goals" couple. They both have fairly robust Instagram pages eith lots of family photos and sappy captions. Gaz is constantly hyping Birdie's pics and every photo Gaz posts has a "that's my man" from Bridie. If you go to any big university event they're there together, and you're left to wonder if Gaz physically cannot keep his hands off her and that's why their buildings are on opposite sides of campus.

#ghoul speaks #x oc #cod x oc #oc: birdie #kyle gaz garrick #professor au

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 8 months

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Hello! Just wanted to say your sea monster au has never left my head and I wanted to doodle my lil version of y/n with pirate Eclipse. Your work is so inspiring and amazing, it makes my day when you post! Tysm for all your effort and for sharing it too us!

More talk of the doodle but I was thinking how they’d both fight to the death to defend each other, like not just from physical wounds but mental as well. Super aggressive with it like damn u insult my beloved like that??? Looks like ur swimming with the fishes. It kinda also what pushes them to be that super amazing power couple because they don’t let anything slide when it comes to each other, they r each others support, their rock in the storm, their ride or die in and out of combat and it just makes me go GWAH cause I know they act all tough and dangerous outside but in privacy they r just the most dopey lovey dovey sickenly sweet couple. These r just my thoughts that I have not stopped thinking about haha, sorry for the long post.

Ty again, your work and ideas are amazing!!! Have a night n day!

ME WHEN U GUYS SHARE UR SEA MONSTER-Y/N DESIGNS ASJDFGSDFGSGDHG

aLSO ME AT UR ECLIPSE DESIGN SJKDFHSDJFHSJDHJHF HOLY SHIT,,

they have matching ring necklaces,,,,,,,, ;; i love them ur honor

also also YEAH THEY REALLY R THE 'u talk bad abt my boo ur ass is shark chow' TYPE AND THEY R SO NOT AFRAID TO MAKE IT OBVIOUS they are like absolutely called smthn like 'the tyrants of the sea' bc they are both equally as vicious and unstoppable as the other and they love to show it off, ESPECIALLY in public sjkdhfsjdhfjd but u bet ur ass theyve been caught being all cute n mushy sappy by everyone in the crew at least once and nothing will change my mind (they r scary enough that no one says shit abt it tho lmaooo)

dammit now i wana draw more sea monster au,, as if i aint got enough aus to draw as it is >:c i cant believe u've done this (/j)

#bones of a rabbit #asks #art submission #sea monster au #sea monster y/n #art to be adored #au fanart #fanart of the au #upforrent #bones of a rabbit au #sea monster and pirate #pirate eclipse #god i love to see u guys' takes on my silly au concepts hhjkdfh #thank u i needed this tbh #stares at this for the next ninety six hours

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clarks-letterman · 3 months

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short question! what do you think wally or zed are into when it comes to kinks? just a short description because i know they’d both be willing if they’re horned tf out 😭

Okay, awesome, keep them rolling! And yesss I think you could low-key make a case about any kink and why they would be into it.

This might seem a little basic, but I think one of Zed's bigger kinks that he enjoys is biting. To get the sappy emotional part out of the way, he does it because it can both transcend from and show his descent into his zombie urges. Say, he's pounding you and gets a little too out of control and he bites you. He's giving into his "monster" side but he has enough control to make it a sensual thing. He'd probably do it in less extreme circumstances, too. Like biting the inner sides of your thighs when he's going down on you, leaving marks to show that you're his. (...people totally don't call you a monster-fucker when you see it lmaooo)

As for Wally, his big-ticket kink is definitely public sex/exhibitionism. When he was alive, it was mostly that he wanted to show you off. He'd be so proud to have someone like you that he'd take you right on the football field in the glow of a post-game win, and his entire vibe is just, "Yes, this is my life and yes I fucking love you and yes, this is my fucking partner!!" Just happy to be where he is. The public sex would definitely get freakier after he's dead, though. I mean, he's eternally stuck with hormones forcing him to be at his peak horniness, and technically, it's not public... but it totally is public, or that's what he likes to think. When other students pass him by as he's leaned back against a row of lockers, fucking his hand and watching the way no one cares does wayyyy more for him than anything his imagination could think of. It should go without saying that doing it with someone else in the nurse's office, in a crowded gym during an assembly, or his old stomping grounds on the football field would make it a million times better.

#wally clark #wally clark x you #wally clark x reader #x male reader #wally clark x male reader #x reader #zed necrodopolis x male reader #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader

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theblackestvalkyrie · 4 months

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In Defense of You

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x black!wife!Reader {Alternate Universe}

Summary: A little look into the life Miguel commandeered in the alternate universe filled with snippets and moments of love that ultimately lead to disaster......Or the one where Miguel took his alternate's place and gets you and your family killed. [TW/A/S/F]

Warning: Angst, marital smut, character deaths, murder, pregnancy, squirting, anxiety, Spider-Man 2099 lore HEAVILY referenced, reader body descriptions, insinuations of relationship/marital abuse, POV changes, attempted murder, housewife mentality, low-ish self-esteem reader, depictions of violence, slight OOC Miguel because this is before his family died and he closed himself off, SAPPY SOFT MIGUEL, vomit, bilingual family, Spanish language used but I gave up halfway through lmaoo, Spanish speaking black reader, mentions of alternate universe stuff like tv shows, technical marital cheating, no use of y/n, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MIGUEL’S FAMILY.

A/N: I was inspired by the movie scene in the gif and then I saw this pic on TikTok and thought it paired well. Realistically, I think the timeline/Source/Universe would have noticed if Miguel was there for too long where he doesn’t belong but I wanted this to make you care about the characters and story so lmaooo. This takes place after Miguel and Lyla create a way to travel through universes and BEFORE he recruits the first Spider-Man (Earth – 67) to his cause. I don’t know what Earth this happened on in the movie so I just made it 22 and also made up that counterpart’s job and any and all allegations of marital abuse.

It started with a morbid curiosity. After he had made the discovery of alternate realities and then the way to travel to them it was only natural for Miguel to want to see those other lives. His own life on Earth-928 hadn’t been anything to be proud of. He had every opportunity in his younger years being almost too smart for his own good. He could have done anything, been anything and he ended up at Alchemax. A megacorporation that was every bit the definition of capitalism and big government all at once. They had their fingers in damn near everything you could buy on the free market.

Alchemax was trying to corner the market on superhuman drugs. They had pretended to care about the well-being and safety of everyone by offering a serum to give people powers like the good old days when superheroes weren’t so rare. The overwhelming demand for this serum led to Alchemax skipping right passed any safety measures and straight to live human trials. So much death and chaos followed giving Miguel a crippling addiction to their serum and his genetics mutated beyond repair.

Again, it was only natural for him to seek other lives. To see what could have been. An that’s when he found Earth-22. He meant to be an observer in the beginning he really did. Meant to blend into the background not even an afterthought to anyone who would glance at him. His assistant Lyla (or LYrate Lifeform Approximation) knew not to say anything about how much time he was spending on that Earth-22 and he never volunteered any information about it, opting to keep it as a special place for himself.

Of course, Earth-22 wasn’t all that special except you. Nothing in those alternate universes had captured his attention so fiercely as you did. He hadn’t known you in his reality. If he had maybe he wouldn’t be the broken addicted man he was today.

You were everything he wanted in a life partner and then some. You dealt with a lot while holding down the household and raised your daughter Gabriella with more love and care than Miguel recognized in his own childhood.

You didn’t have many friends and rarely went out except for when it came to taking Gabriella out or running errands. Despite this seemingly monotonous life, you never let it affect you in a negative way and if you did, you never let it show. Miguel didn’t know if it that was admirable or stupid.

While you were seen as a goddess in Miguel’s eyes, his counterpart on the other hand was a disappointment. The Miguel of Earth-22 was everything he was not. Ignorant of the needs of his wife and even more so of their daughter. Instead, he pretended to be a man of integrity. Everything he did seemed to contradict what he said. He said he would take less hours at work yet he was working at Alchemax, another fact that blew Miguel’s mind, and in fact would double down on how much he worked while making excuses to his family.

He said he loved his wife yet he was fucking one of the clinical laboratory scientists that he worked with.

He said he loved his daughter yet he rarely spent any time with her and if asked probably couldn’t even tell you her age.

What a fucking disappointment.

Then it was like the universe answered his prayers. The alternate version of him was killed trying to stop a purse snatcher as cliché as that was. He had lived his whole life as an asshole and tried to redeem all that negative karma with a failed purse snatching attempt. All Miguel could see was your reaction to his doppelganger’s death. How devastated you and your daughter, Gabriella, who was only seven would be. How would you make ends meet? The Earth-22 Miguel was the main breadwinner of the family so how would you fair then? Would little Gabriella even remember her father? There were too many what ifs for Miguel to think clearly. His current life on Earth-928 was over thanks to the need to lay low after the blowout with Alchemax and becoming the new Spider-man, this was the fresh start Miguel needed and he did the only thing he could think of on short notice. He blended in.

You hummed happily under your breath as you soaped up a plate in the sink letting the background noise of Gabriella’s children’s show lull your mind to wander. Any minute now your husband Miguel would be home from work and then you would talk to him about it. Lately you felt like Miguel has been wondering. Not in terms of cheating that you knew of but lately things have been souring between you two. He wouldn’t hold you as closely anymore as he often did. The sex and kisses were pretty much non-existent and would only happen when you initiated it. It was starting to make you feel self-conscious and ugly. You knew your body was just a little bit off from giving birth to Gabriella and after she turned five you decided to get back into shape. This proved to be much more difficult to balance a relationship, household, personal needs AND a rambunctious toddler but you were proud of yourself for making it this far and keeping things together. But the relationship with Miguel was deteriorating lately and you wanted to do something to reconnect with him.

The sound of the front door opening broke you from your thoughts and you hurriedly dried your hands on a dishtowel and made your way to the living room. Gabriella had beaten you to Miguel first and was giggling excitedly already swept up into his large chest.

“Daddy, I missed you!”

Miguel peppered little kissed across her face before hugging her even tighter not saying a word. Eventually Gabriella had enough.

“Daddy, you’re squeezing too hard!” she frowned and kicked her little legs in mock protest although she made no real move to get out of his arms.

“Sorry honey.” Miguel laughed as he let her go and watched her scamper back to her place on the couch and completely enthralled with her show.

You moved from your hiding place in the kitchen archway pulling his attention from Gabriella and onto you. You shivered feeling his eyes pierce right through. It felt like he was looking straight into and through your soul and every hidden dark corner of your being.

“Hi…” Your voice trails off and cracks under the pressure of his gaze. If he noticed it, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he crosses the gap between you and into your personal space.

Miguel cradles your face tenderly breath fawning over your face lightly. His body seemed so much harder and chiseled then you remembered and being so close to Miguel after so long send a sharp tingle to your core. You were suddenly so much more aware of how badly your body had been neglected. Up close he looked so much more different than you remember. Harder, like there was a wall up or some kind of hurt that was still raw and emotional.

“Hi.” His eyes raked over your face as if to commit them to memory.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks suddenly confusing you.

You had never really asked Miguel to ask consent before and he never really asked. Things just kind of happened between you. You never even thought you could deny your husband access to your body.

You bit your lip in thought nodding shyly at his words and he grinned in triumph.

He met your lips kissing you softly as if for the first time making you gasp wantonly into his open mouth. He was making your head spin until Gabriella’s giggle at her show broke you apart. The last time you saw Miguel being this gentle with you was when you first started dating and you would be the biggest liar in the world if you said you didn’t miss the treatment.

Despite this you still wanted to talk to him about your relationship.

“Can we talk after dinner?”

He looked concerned but nodded pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

All throughout dinner he didn’t want to let go of your hand opting to eat with one hand and only letting go when you absolutely had to eat your food. Miguel was also much more attentive to Gabriella even going so far as to help her cut up her vegetables and listen to the stories about her time spent at the park that morning. He even cracked jokes and asked questions about your day. You were in awe it was like you had married a whole different man. After the meal, Miguel even washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen after sending you off to put Gabriella to bed with a tender kiss to both you and your daughters’ temples.

“You’ve had a long day mi amor (my love). I’ve got it from here.”

His actions and words made you feel loved in more than the seven years you’ve been married. You both got ready for bed although he was a lot slower than most nights and you both slipped under the sheets of your shared queen size bed.

“We still need to talk.”

The way Miguel had been acting since he had gotten home had filled you with the confidence to be open and vulnerable with him now. So, you told him. About how you didn’t feel like yourself physically. How the pressures of raising a child while he worked all day, while running the entire household without his help was taking you into the beginning stages of a depression you didn’t think you could get out of. How the sex between you two was non-existent and you felt how much he had loved you today. How it felt like it had been before the babies and the bills and the seemingly endless responsibility of it all was taking over.

Miguel didn’t hesitate to cross the bed and gather you in his arms in a strong hug.

He began apologizing profusely not making and excuses for the past behavior and verbally committing to being a better husband and father. You had no reason not to believe him as this was the first-time bringing these issues to him yet he took it better than you thought.

“I don’t ever want you to feel this way again mi amor(my love). You and Gabriella are the most important things in my life. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without you both. Mi corazón es perfecto porque tú estás dentro de él (My heart is complete because you are in it). I want you to feel as loved as you have made me feel. No puedo vivir sin ti (I cannot live without you). Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

And show you he did. The sex that night was like no other with Miguel being more attentive and loving as ever. You lost count of how many times he made love to you that night and how many times you came.

You tried to keep it down for Gabriella’s sake you really did but the things Miguel was doing with his tongue were making things difficult. Miguel’s lips were wrapped around your clit suckling like a newborn calf while he worked your opening over with three thick fingers.

“Give me another orgasm baby I know you can. Quiero sentirlo (I want to feel it).”

With a quiet sob you came around his fingers shaking and quivering. Quickly, Miguel rose to his knees on the mattress and spread your legs wide bending them at the knees into an M shape before grinding against your slick heat.

“You think you can take some more baby?”

You were already past your limits tonight never having been this sexually worn out in your life but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now but underneath your husband.

“Por favor, sí, lo necesito (Please, yes, I need it)!”

Miguel slipped his cock into you giving you a second to adjust before he started thrusting into you at a steady pace. The curve of his shaft was made for your insides as you molded around him perfectly and his cock head rubbed the spongy mound of your g-spot deliciously.

Immediately you start creaming around him the moans in your voice getting louder and louder not even thinking about the child sleeping down the hall.

But Miguel did and with his hand over your mouth and his face in your neck he sang praises of devotion and love to you while he pulled another blinding orgasm from your body.

He held you down into a mating press and pounded your shaking form into the mattress harder when you began to squirt around him drenching the lower half your bodies and the bed. Miguel kissed the tears streaming down your face as he whispered more words of affirmations rocking into you slowly.

“Eres mi todo (You are my everything”).

Miguel was cheating on you. The Miguel of Earth-22 had been having a whole ass extramarital affair with his co-worker and Miguel had forgotten. He had been so enthralled with you and Gabriella that he had completely forgotten about the mistress problem.

Marisol Medina was a newly hired clinical laboratory scientist working in the same department as Miguel as his subordinate. On Earth-928 Miguel had worked in the genetics department and it seemed Earth-22 was the same. The only difference being that Alchemax wasn’t creating super serums here and his doppelganger had actually been the head of the Genetics Department which in retrospect was an HR nightmare. That meant that Earth-22 Miguel had hired Marisol in the first place. Maybe he hired her in the hopes of taking her on as a mistress? Which made sense because if he was being honest Marisol’s job could have been done by a slightly trained chimpanzee. It made Miguel sick to even think about.

Marisol was everything you weren’t. She at least a foot taller and a few pounds thinner having never had children nor the natural curves you were genetically blessed with. Instead of the natural curls and headwraps he loved on you, Marisol had thick wavy auburn hair running down her back. She couldn’t speak Spanish as well as you could, Miguel would find out later that this was a complete lie in order to get closer to him, and in fact that was apparently how they had connected in the first place. Of course, he had to nip that in the bud quick and started treating her like a co-worker and less like a mistress.

Miguel had waited until he was the last one in the office to approach her. Predictably, Marisol had stayed behind too. He had been successfully ignoring any attempts that didn’t have to do with work and ignored her phone calls outside of work even going so far as to block the number.

She had approached him with tears in her eyes and Miguel cringed internally at the cruel nature of it all.

“What’s going on Miguel? First you ignore me at work and now you won’t pick up my calls? What did I do wrong?!”

Miguel sighed, “I love my wife, Marisol. Whatever thing we had is over. I’m sorry we had anything in the first place.”

Marisol covered her mouth in a barely contained sob as he continued. Might as well rip the rest of the Band-Aid off.

“You can still keep your job if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not that much of an asshole. From now on I’m your boss not your boyfriend. It’s over.”

He left but not before catching the blank look on Marisol’s face through the tears. If Miguel had been a more observant man, he would have seen the hatred and revenge brewing behind her eyes.

With Marisol taken care of, Miguel toyed with the idea but ultimately gave up the idea of even being Spider-Man in this universe. Not only did he have a crippling addiction to Rapture, thanks to a blackmail attempt by the Alchemax of his original universe, but would it take too much time away from his new family. This was the break he needed. Away from the chaos of being Spider-Man and back to where he belonged. With Gabriella and you. And why shouldn’t he treat you both as if this was his reward for every fucked up twisted thing that had happened to him? You both deserved happiness and so did Miguel.

Still, he had to take those fucking Rapture injections. Getting time away to dip into the stash he had stolen were getting low. Not critically but enough for Miguel to go back to his original Earth and bring back more. Developing more was out of the question. Alchemax had mad it nearly impossible for it to be recreated outside their labs. Even if he wanted to, he would need to have equipment in the home. With you being a stay-at-home mom, there was no way you would ignore a gigantic laboratory setup in the house.

With added trips to Eath-928 for Rapture and Miguel assimilating to his doppelganger’s life, your little family slowly fell into a comfortable routine.

One year had passed and your family was flourishing. Gabriella was now eight and showing an interest in soccer. Miguel was still showing you the love and appreciation you had asked for and this made the relationship flourish. You finally felt like the energy was being reciprocated and you couldn’t be happier. On top of all of this you found out you were pregnant.

Miguel had actually cried when he found out which threw you because he hadn’t done the same when you were pregnant with Gabriella. You just chalked it up to the heart-to-heart conversation you had last year and didn’t think too hard on it.

Family trips had become more recent as of late and this just added to the happy feeling all around. Today was a trip to the beach, something that was seriously needed in the summer months.

“Em, hurry up we’re gonna be late!”

Gabriella’s soccer ball came flying down the stairs the same time as she did and you would have laughed if the ball hadn’t flown over your head and grazed the mirror hanging in the foyer.

“What did I say about balls in the house!?” You scolded her smoothing the curls of her head as she passed to grab her ball.

“Not to do it in the house. But I want to bounce it on my head like the real players!”

She demonstrated this by attempting to balance the ball on her head but you quickly grab it and replace it with a kiss instead.

“If you practice soccer, you won’t be able to go to the beach today. You don’t even have your sandals on!”

This seemed to snapped her out of her soccer haze and she squealed in excitement as she ran to put on her shoes.

As if on cue Miguel pulled into the driveway and bared through the front door with several shopping bags full of snacks and sunscreen. His face lit up at you and he dropped his bags and gathered you in his arms kissing any exposed skin.

“Hi baby.” He dropped you and kissed you hungrily then dropped to his knees and kissed your swollen stomach addressing the unborn child in your womb.

“Hi baby.”

You laughed as the baby pressed against your abdomen to nudge their fathers’ lips and Miguel grinned. At seven months you thought you were huge but Miguel wouldn’t hear it and often kissed your stomach like he did now.

“Did you see that honey? He knows me for sure.”

A boy. You and Miguel had been ecstatic when you had heard and even Gabriella had been excited to have a brother when you both sat down and told her then news.

The beach proved to be an excellent idea. The day was filled with snacks and fun but both you and Gabriella had been tired by the end of it. This left Miguel to pack up the supplies you brought in while you took the trash to the nearby can on the sidewalk.

“Cute family.” You jumped in surprise to find a woman in large sunglasses and a floppy beach hat obscuring her face.

“Oh, thank you!” You grinned watching Miguel help Gabriella stomp on her sandcastle when he was supposed to be packing up the toys and towels.

“How old is she?”

“She’s eight now.” You couldn’t help but gush.

“I have a nephew around her age. Maybe they go to school together?”

Before you could spill anymore of your private life you could hear Miguel shouting for you.

“I better get going Miss?”

“My name is Catherine.” She smiled shaking your hand.

“I’ll see you around Catherine.” You smiled back and waddled back to your family.

“Who was that?” Miguel frowned wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder.

“Just someone who thinks our family is cute.” You tease pinching his side.

Miguel laughs and scoops Gabriella onto his shoulders making her squeal and ignoring the way the vanilla ice cream in her hand dripped down the cone and onto his shirt.

“Well of course they do! Just look at this little sand goblin!” He tickles his daughter’s calves and she laughs and squeals. They make a beautiful picture together and it makes you want to snap a picture so you pull your cellphone out of your bag in the sand and snapped a few before recording a short video as well.

“This is definitely cute.” You laugh at the mess of ice cream on his shirt growing.

“Cariño (honey), help me!” Miguel waves to you in mock terror as Gabriella smashes her ice cream into the side of his face laughing the entire time. As you stopped the video and cleaned Miguel up you couldn’t help but notice a sinister feeling creeping up your spine.

Running into Catherine was becoming such a regular occurrence at this point that you two just started planning things to do together instead. It was nice to have a friend again. An actual girlfriend to confide in the things you couldn’t with Gabriella or Miguel.

This day you and Catherine had planned a much-needed manicure and pedicure day and had ordered from your favorite burger spot. You had been craving it all day and you both had arrived back at Catherine’s house to eat on her patio before moving inside to enjoy the cool air conditioning.

You sighed reclining back in your chair and kicking up your feet enjoying the breeze from the A.C. Miguel had been worried as of late with your perinatal period being considered a moderate risk pregnancy. You had been determined to have a good and relaxing time despite this and Miguel had reluctantly agreed to let you go out.

“I fucked your husband.”

You froze. Your sense of peace absolutely shattered by the whiplash of your friend’s statement.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I fucked your husband.”

Catherine’s face was strangely blank and emotionless. This was a hard contrast from the smiling funny person she was just minutes ago.

If she was joking or not you genuinely couldn’t tell. You set your drink down and clutched your stomach nervously.

“What the fuck are you taking about? If this is a joke Catherine it’s not very funny.”

“My name’s not Catherine you stupid bitch. It’s Marisol. I’m so sick of pretending to be your friend. Having to hear all about your pathetic little problems and your little brats every fucking day has been driving me crazy.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This couldn’t be the same woman you had become friends with over the past few months but here she was now out of her seat and towering over you with a disgusted look on her face.

“Miguel’s a liar you know. You can’t trust him. He told me he loved me. That he would leave you and that brat. But he goes and knocks you up.”

Her fist comes swinging in a heavy right hook to the side of your face and you’re on the floor before you can react to the jarring information of your husband’s infidelity. The world spun on its axis and you landed hard on the ground as Catherine now Marisol began kicking the side of your head and back with her boot. Your instincts kick in and you curled up in a ball protecting your stomach from the violent assault. You could feel the anger in each one of her punches and kicks, the pain of it all making you physically vomit on the floor and her boots.

Marisol screamed in disgust and grips a handful of your braids before pushing your face back into the vomit and rubbing you in it like a dog being punished for pissing in the house.

“You nasty fucking bitch! Look what you did to my shoes!”

She drops your limp form into the mess on the floor and spits on you.

“That’s supposed to be my baby you cunt.”

Marisol stepped over you kicking you in the side this time and walked into the kitchen rambling to herself. You knew then that she was going to kill you and your baby. You had to get away. With all of the strength you had left, you crawled to your phone which was now on the floor along with the rest of the contents of your purse.

Just as you touched the phone, you were yanked backwards hard by your legs. A knife in Marisol’s hand flashed menacingly, the jagged tip slicing your arm as you fought back.

“Stay still you fucking bitch. I want my baby.”

Pain bloomed in white searing heat and you saw spots behind your eyelids. You screamed bloody murder in an attempt to get anyone to hear you as the knife began to slice into your side.

Miguel was worried. You had promised him that you were going to call him when you got to your friend’s house. Normally Miguel wouldn’t be so possessive but with the delicate nature of your pregnancy you’re lucky Miguel let you go out at all. Yet you hadn’t called.

Miguel peaked in on Gabriella taking a nap in her room before closing the door and summoning Lyla on his interdimensional watch. Immediately Lyla’s small holographic figure appeared.

“Nice digs Miguel! You’ve made quite a life for yourself here although the style is a little dated.” she judged as her figure flew around the room to various objects obviously excited to be in the space Miguel hadn’t previously allowed her.

“Where is the little rugrat? I’m dying to meet her! She can just call me Auntie Lyla!”

“Cut the shit. I need you to track a phone for me.”

Lyla frowned and studied his face.

“You going back to being Spider-man? The hero we all know and love?”

“Maybe…...She hadn’t checked in.” he answered cryptically ignoring the hopeful tone of her voice typing his missing wife’s number into the watch. Almost immediately on the map popped up a tiny glowing dot where you supposedly were.

“See she’s safe and sound at 426 Herald Way owned by a Marisol Medina.”

Miguel froze, bile rising in his throat. His Spidey senses had been tingling since before you hadn’t checked in but Miguel didn’t want to be controlling like the previous Miguel had been.

“Lyla, I need you to watch Gabriella for me.” He pulled the suit on and flew through the door without a second thought

“Hey I don’t babysit for free!” She shouted after his retreating form.

When you woke up the first thing you thought of was your son. Your movements cause sharp pains to blossom across your body making you cry out in pain. A pair of hands came to cradled you gently. It was Miguel. You could see Gabriella curled up on the hospital couch asleep clutching a stuffed animal snuggled into her blanket asleep which soothed some of the panic but your main concern was your unborn child.

“Baby, can you hear me?”

Immediately you began to cry and Miguel shushed you moving to sit on the bed. Everything that had happened came rushing back to you. You couldn’t calm down seeing your slightly deflated abdomen.

“My baby Miguel. I need my baby.”

He couldn’t survive at almost eight months, could he? All the knowledge from your previous pregnancy with Gabriella and the baby prep books that you had diligently looked over and memorized were nowhere to be found. Instead, your mind spiraled into panic and negativity.

“He’s fine baby he’s in the NICU. I just saw him a few minutes ago he was sleeping. Please lay back for me.”

He gently guided you back down as you continued to cry silently this time.

“Miguel did you cheat on me?” you cried.

His face dropped and for the first time in a year, the illusion of your happy marriage shattered. All this time had Miguel been trying to make up for whatever guilty conscience he had when he had come home that day a suddenly changed man?

Was this pregnancy just meant to distract you from the strange things that Miguel had been doing like leaving at random times?

He thought you didn’t know but you did. That weird watch he never took off even in the shower. The way you would catch him looking at you or Gabriella sometimes. He would get a faraway look in his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were real and in front of him. You had thought that it was love but now you didn’t know who he was anymore.

“Baby I can explain.”

“Save it. I don’t know who you are right now Miguel. I thought I could trust you but that almost cost me and my child’s life. I let this woman into my life. I told her private things about me. I feel violated Miguel. I don’t know if I will ever feel safe again.”

For the first time in your life, you saw Miguel truly cry. You put up walls around your heart so that you could focus on the logic of the situation instead of getting sucked into his tears.

Miguel could sense this and gripped your hands in his.

“I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Just tell me what’s going on!”

So, he told you. About where he’s really from. About the first time he saw you and what really happened to your Miguel. The cheating, the lies, the secrets. It was all revealed. This explained why Miguel had suddenly switched from absent husband and dad to ‘Father-of-the-Year’ in the span of a few hours. Why he went from demanding they all speak Spanish in the home to speaking mostly English and why he never seemed to know where anything was in the house for a few months. He even told you how he dealt with Marisol….

Miguel could smell your blood a block away as he swung through the buildings to Marisol’s home a little outside the city. Crashing through the patio sliding doors, glass flying everywhere, he was met with a scene that confirmed his worst fears.

You were on your back the room covered in your blood. He couldn’t see the shallow rise and fall of your chest but he thought you were dead. Marisol loomed over you still slicing and trying to follow the steps she researched a few weeks ago on how to perform the procedure but she stopped when Miguel barreled in like a bull in a china shop. Fangs out and Rapture coursing through his veins.

“Miguel, you came back!”

Red. All he could see was red and he let his rage take over. Before Marisol could come towards him, he tackled her, hands wrapped around her throat in a death grip.

“Miguel w-wait! I lo-ve yo..ou” She gasped and choked, kicking and scratching at every part of him she could get her hands on.

He didn’t feel it.

All he could think about was the loss of half his family. Their baby boy hadn’t even taken his first breath yet. Hadn’t even been given a fair shot at life. You were dead. How would he tell Gabbie what happened? How would she cope?

It made his blood boil. So, he kept squeezing her neck.

He squeezed even as she started crying and the blood vessels in her eyes started to burst from the pressure.

He squeezed even as she began to piss and shit herself as her tongue and lips swelled.

He squeezed until her head shot across the room and she stopped struggling.

He couldn’t feel anything.

These revelations left you shocked with so many more questions. It made your head spin.

Miguel could see how overwhelming this was for you and sat in silence to give you time to process this. The doctor came in cutting the heavy tension and giving you a rundown of your injuries and permission to visit the NICU when you felt better.

Baby O’Hara, as he was still named, was now ten days old. You had already missed so much when you had been in surgery and then a little recovery time to get the strength to see him. On your first visit you requested to go alone. Everyone had spent one-on-one time with him but you and it added to the feeling of missing out. On your second visit, Gabriella, and much to your slight annoyance Miguel, accompanied you to see the new family member to welcome him together.

Despite his small age, Baby O’Hara had a full head of hair perfectly smoothed and you briefly wondered if he would get your curl pattern as he grew bigger. His size made the wires and tubes seem so much bigger than they were. Despite this, he seemed as strong as ever his little legs kicking with curiosity.

You smile through your tears as you run a hand across the silk stands of his head, down his little chest.

As if he knew you were there, Baby O’Hare grabbed your thumb with surprising strength.

“Would you like to hold him?”

You jump in surprise but nodded eagerly as the nurse, who had been watching the event unfold, comes to the side of your wheelchair and gently folds the front of your hospital gown to expose enough of your chest for the baby but enough to remain modest.

She opens the incubator and expertly places him across your chest for skin-to-skin contact. You can feel your hearts beating together and you cradle him gently to you as Miguel and Gabriella crowd around you.

“He’s so tiny.” Gabriella stares in wonder.

You look at her for a minute just taking in both of your children, making it a point to ignore Miguel’s presence. Your daughter had been through a lot these past few weeks. Miguel hadn’t told her the whole story so all she knew was that she had almost lost both her mother and new brother. It had made her more clingy than normal which you didn’t mind since you could use some close family time.

“Do you want to name him?”

Her face immediately lights up at the idea as she excitedly looks back and forth between you and Miguel.

“Can I really?”

“Absolutely, my love. Anything you want.”

You couldn’t help but to role your eyes at his words. Of course, Miguel would agree with you right now. After everything that happened, he was lucky he was even breathing the same air as you right now.

Gabriella bites her lip for a few minutes taking in her baby brother now fast asleep.

“I pick Benji.”

You can feel Miguel’s confusion but you hold back a laugh already knowing where she was going.

“Why Benji?” Miguel wondered

“If I ever get a dog, I would name them Benji.”

“I love it!” You laughed.

Baby O’Hare was officially named.

It had only been 6 months since everything happened. Couples therapy was going slowly. You were still hesitant to trust Miguel and it was starting to bleed into other aspects of your life. Like trusting him alone to watch the children. Logically you knew this Miguel was different from the one you married but he still could have told you about the mistress Marisol yet he hadn’t.

Miguel knew you didn’t trust him yet he never did anything to trigger you or rush you too forgive him. If anything, he was being more than understanding and you couldn’t tell if it pissed you off or made you fall more in love with him.

Benji, more practically named Benjamín, was doing well as a preemie according to his doctor and so was Gabbie you couldn’t be happier.

Of course, the happiness couldn’t last.

The rumbling started around noon. Benji had just gone down for his nap and Gabriella was home from school for summer break so she was playing in the living room. Your apartment building shook with such fierceness the pan that you had set on the stove to start lunch was thrown to the ground.

Panicked you rushed to grab Gabriella on your way to Benji’s nursery. As if on cue the infant started his high pitch crying obviously mad about the disrupted nap.

You grabbed him as carefully as you could as you all ran underneath the dining table for safety. Earthquakes in Nueva York were nonexistent so you could only imagine what could be happening.

The shaking and rumbling stopped but you didn’t dare get up yet for fear of aftershocks.

“Y/N?!”

It was Miguel decked out in his full Spiderman attire. He had shown you once when you asked but this was different. His face was panicked and he was breathing hard.

“Miguel!” You called to him as he climbed through the living room window and straight to your little family.

“Are you alright?!”

He frantically checked you all over for any sort of wounds before hauling you up careful of the baby still in your arms. He grabbed the baby sling off the couch nearby and helped you and Benji into it. Gabriella was clinging to your leg silent tears running down her face.

“We need to go.”

His eyes were darting everywhere and he looked nervous…. guilty even.

“Miguel what’s going on.”

He sighed in defeat. He swore to never again lie to you.

“It’s my fault. The quakes…everything.”

The ambient noise of Nueva York had changed from the usual city atmosphere to screams of terror and flashing light.

“The universe is collapsing. I didn’t even know this was a possibility. It has to be me…. what I did…”

Terror seized you as Miguel lead you all out on to the fire escape through the open window he entered through. He wrapped your arms around his neck and helped Gabriella onto his back.

“Hold on we’re getting out of here.”

Swinging across the city you quickly realized what the screaming was for. People, cars, well everything was disappearing at an alarming rate. Miguel was swinging his ass off through the city but you knew that while he had the stamina, he couldn’t out run whatever it was forever.

“Miguel, you need to put us down!” You yelled over the wind.

He shook his head frantically.

“I can’t. Need to keep you safe.”

Up ahead the world was starting to disappear as well sandwiching you on all sides. Miguel could tell it was over. The weight of you all was wearing him down and the glitching was coming faster now. Even if he could get you away from the glitching you all couldn’t leave. Not without a watch to stabilize your energetic frequency to another universe like his did and he would need three.

Miguel stopped on what was left of the street as the people around you were in chaos letting you all stand on your own.

“Y/N I love you I’m sorry.”

He hugged you close sandwiching the children between you as you all sank to your knees in defeat.

You cradled his face in your hands sobbing as he took you all in. The way Gabriella looked like a perfect mix of you both. The tiny cute little features Benji was growing into like the little curl pattern he was starting to develop and you. The one who had drawn him to stay there in the first place. It was love at first sight when he first saw you that day as you ran errands and Miguel couldn’t fathom a day without you. Without all of you.

You kissed slow and needy knowing it would be the last time. You knew you wouldn’t get to tell him everything you wanted to say. How you did forgive him you were just being stubborn. There was only time for one last goodbye.

“Miguel I lo-”

The world turned white and his family was gone.

Miguel was alone again.

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