#she just laid down in front if them and stared lovingly

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I read both mitsuri!reader head cannons (love them)!!! I was wondering if I could request if they met the readers EX who called her all those names and made her insecure.

Thank youuu!!! Also I have been thinking about that and oh my gosh I'm so glad you requested it!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Insecurities~༺}

CW: Angsty with comfort!, F! reader gets called names, character helps, established relationships, cursing, and some mentions of weight shaming/eating disorders! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour!)

Also I only wrote 4 characters with this one because it was soooo longggg!!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, and Wanderer!)

Past Demon slayer/Genshin fics:

Mitsuri reader pt 1

Mitsuri reader pt 2

Mitsuri like reader X Lyney

Tokito Muichiro reader

Shinobo Kocho reader

Shinobo Kocho reader

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𑁍༄Diluc:

You smiled happily, pink green strands of hair flowing in the wind as you lounged on the blanket Diluc had laid down, the subtle scent of the apples he was cutting for your picnic sweet and tantalising, but sadly enough to make your stomach gurgle uneasily. You wouldn't say it out loud...especially not in front of him, but even despite both of your best efforts you were still finding it difficult to actually consume food. It had become a torture to eat...even when you were hungry or it was your favourite dish...those words just kept coming back.

"Oh my archons...look who it is. Didn't think I would be seeing you outside the gates of Mondstat, especially with the owner of the infamous wine industry."

Your whole body went cold, eyes shooting to the direction of the familiar voice...the voice that had said the words that changed you, that made you see your own body as a mistake. "I-i...ahem, he's my boyfriend." You silently cursed yourself for having such a shaky tone, if Diluc hadn't figured it out just by your reaction...he definitely had when you started to speak.

He stood up with crimson eyes that had gone dark, a menacing look decorating his features as he stared the other man down, "Don't believe we've met, who are you?" You glanced between the two of them, feeling like your presence was steadily growing smaller as they stared eachother down...the situation was making you feel sick to your stomach.

"I'm her ex boyfriend. Honestly I can't believe she caught the owner of the winery, are you some type of chubby chaser?"

That name...it hit you like a ton of bricks, any thoughts of recovery slipping away as tears filled your eyes, but you weren't alone this time. You jumped as Diluc grabbed your ex by his shirt, pulling him close so his fist would be inches away, "If you ever, call her that again...I will find a way to make you disappear, do you understand me? She's perfect the way she is and I love her more than anything else, besides your opinions don't matter...there's only two people who should see her for how goregous she is. Me and her."

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney swung your intertwined hands gently, humming a soft melody while the two of you walked through fontaine. It had become a routine now, taking a walk together after his show and sharing a meal, it was one of the few times you enjoyed eating...mostly because you weren't actually focused on the food. Your attention was drawn to Lyney, the way he always seemed to be glowing with love and excitement after a show, the way he talked with adoration and he never once failed to mention how you'd inspired one of his tricks, it was so calm...that just for a moment you forgot everything else.

"Oh mon amour! Look a new shop has opened up, how about we eat there?" You tiled your head to see past him and sure enough there was a new shop, bustling with customers. "Oh Lyney...it's so crowded though." He chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace, his eyes meeting yours as he placed a kiss on your lips lovingly, "I won't force you, but...we could just get something to eat and then find a nice quiet spot, it would be different...in a good way."

A light blush dusted your cheeks as you let him lead you to the crowd, silently agreeing to his adventurous ideas like you always seemed to.

"No way...is that you?! You haven't changed one bit have you?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, emotions all but gone at the sound of that voice...the one that haunted your nightmares and used to make you feel so small...treat you like you were nothing but a number on a scale. He seemed to be waiting for your response, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything...you were frozen in place, heart racing.

"Mon amour who's this?" You glanced at Lyney, wondering if he could tell you were uncomfortable, but he didn't appear to have any difference in attitude...had he really not noticed?

"I'm the one who was trying to keep her out of these foodlines so she wouldn't get any fatter, looking out for her health like a good boyfriend should do...guess you can't say the same."

For a split second you thought Lyney was going to strike him, instead he chuckled and lowered his voice to almost a whisper, a terrifying tone seeping into his words as he spoke, "You should really stop talking....I happen to be apart of the fatui and truthfully, if you utter one more word about my perfect girl, you won't be able to say anything at all by the time we are done with you."

𑁍༄Albedo:

Klee held onto your hand tightly, pulling you through the crowded streets with Albedo trailing not far behind. The air was filled with the delicious smells of baked goods and fresh made dishes, and the streets were decorated with stalls that held bottles of wine, toys, banners, anything you could imagine. It was a festival like no other and you couldn't believe you got to be apart of it.

"Come on come on!! We are almost to the stage! Dodoco wants to see it all decorated!!" You giggled happily, following the little girl as she lead you up to the big stage in the center of all of the magic. It really was a sight to see, ribbon and cecilia's hung up with fairy lights, a sweet bard strumming away on his lyre while he sang of a hero from another land and to top it all of, there were dancers not far away, each of them moving to the melody with their partners.

"Wow...this is incredible." You stood in awe for a second as Albedo lifted Klee onto his shoulders, her hands holding dodoco in the air so it could watch along with her. It was a picture perfect moment,...one you wanted to remember forever...until it was ruined. Your eyes landed on met that of a person walking towards you...a familiar face you had thought you'd left in the past.

You crossed your arms over yourself protectively, hoping he wouldn't say a word to you, but of course that would only be to easy, "Heyy look who it is...see you got yourself a new partner to shove food in your mouth. He's clearly feeding you right isn't he?"

Your breath caught in your throat, your clothes suddenly feeling tighter and your previous small meal you'd barely managed to take a few bites of rumbling in your tummy.

"Im sorry what was that? Clearly you must be blind, she's truthfully a work of art and without a doubt the most stunning woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Perhaps you should go get another plate of food, actually make it two since you look like you could probably eat both, and stop bothering everyone with that tragic excuse of a voice you have."

"A-a-albedo?!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer huffed quietly as you pushed away your plate of food, less then half of it missing and yet you were already feeling queasy? It bugged him to no end,...no matter how many times he said you were perfect and argued with you that your weight was never a issue...you still thought it was. He begged you, something he never thought he never thought he'd do, to try and see yourself from his perspective, but it didn't work.

"You want some of mine? Maybe you'd like it more if it was different? Hey? What's up with you?" Wanderer waved his hand in front of your face, surprised to see fear in your eyes and goosebumps forming on your skin, you didn't even look like you were breathing you were so deathly still. It actually freaked him out a little, could humans just die like that?

"Hey stop that, you're making me all worried. What are you looking at?" He tapped your hand, but with no response he turned to follow your line of sight...it was just some guy? That's what had you all scared?, "Who is he? Did he beat you up? I won't let him hurt you if that's what you're afraid of." You shrunk into your chair, footsteps drawing closer as the some guy made his way to your table...

"If it isn't my ex girlfriend. I really didn't think I'd be seeing you at a restaurant...actually I did completely, I'm more shocked you don't have three plates finished yet. Piggy. Even got the pink green hair to prove it...and who's this clown, his hats bigger than he is."

You covered your face in embarrassment, trying to hide away from the situation...not let either men know how much it bothered you, but Wanderer was to clever for that and he took no shame in starting something...

"How about I take my big hat and shove it so far up your ass you see actual pigs fly. Maybe then you'd know the difference between when you should keep your mouth shut and when you should open it. Oh and moron, she's clearly not a pig cause she looks nothing like you."

He stood up with a grunt, pushing the guy so harshly he was sent backwards falling to the ground with a satisfying thud while your boyfriend grabbed your hand and lead you away, telling you more than once how beautiful you looked as you made your way home.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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Mi Dulce Cereza (Pt. 6)

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: Tender smut, daily snippets of life, telenovela coded drama, family feud, and more drama.

Summary: Unexpected visits are not Miguel's thing.

Couldn't wait til tomorrow. My bad

Miguel's lips slurped your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your skin. His hands roamed your waist until they reached your cheeks and cupped them lovingly.

Eyes softened upon locking with yours, a gaze full of love and adoration as he buried himself between your hips. You bit your lip with a soft and inviting mewl.

Your eyes stared at him, a soft blush splattered on his amorous yet lustblown face. Meaty lips parted as he panted. Both of his hands entwined tightly on yours, leading them above your head. His body trembled and his breathings hitched. Self control menacing to go out the window as you clamped around him.

"Mi amor" He warned, and you whimpered in return at the tortuous yet delicious pace. You could feel him inch by inch, stretching you.

His thrust firm, deep yet slow. He didn't want to hurt you or the baby, and no matter how much you pleaded for him to go rougher on you, he refrained from ravaging you just the way you liked.

Your legs wrapped around him, squeezing his toned and narrow waist, urging to go deeper.

"No me tortures" (Don't torture me)

He slid one arm underneath your back to cradle you closer as he pushed in once more. Legs immediately wrapped at the base of his hips, squeezing him. Your arms were around his neck, lips devouring, desperate and panting at each other's.

Your body bounced underneath him and his strong limbs. Breast flattened against his scorching torso. Hormones and need in their peak. A loving and tender way to consummate your marriage almost a month later from your courthouse wedding. Baby bump a little more prominent.

He was too far gone in your scent, your delicious and sweet sounds only he could provoke. Your hair tickling his forearms. A flurry of I love yous came in between blown breaths on both mouths as he kept burying himself inside you.

To say you both missed the sensations was an understatement.

With a whimper and a violent tremor, your walls spasmed so deliciously against him, milking his cock. He came as he held tenderly your convulsing body close to him. Emptying himself inside you. His frame swallowing you whole as the ripples of his back contracted and pulsed. Just like his cock.

Your toes curled and you smiled. A few of his front strands tickling your face as he rested his forehead on yours. Panting yet giving little chucklings at your reaction. Sweat sticking on your skin while you melted in his arms.

"What's so funny?"

He kissed and bit your cheek softly, earning a little squeal from you.

"Nothing. I feel like a ragdoll next to you."

"You're perfect, Cerecita. Specially like this."

He laid you down carefully and caressed your cheek with an oeillade your way.

"What?" Your wispy lashes fluttered and he smiled.

"Almost a month later and I can't believe we got married."

"Is that regret I hear?"

He nipped your neck and you giggled.

"Don't ever think that. I'm just surprised as how time flies."

"I hope it flies away for this little bean inside too."

He chuckled and laid next to you, a hand rubbing soothingly on your lower and growing belly.

He looked at the clock, ticking at 3 am.

Your nausea had subsided a bit as Vicky kept feeding you with the right things. But there was nothing she could actually do when it came to the waves of raging hormones that hit you in the least expected moments.

It was almost embarrassing how you ogled at Miguel whenever they did. And they hit hard. And today, you both had finally found a much needed relief after constant teasing.

He had always treated you with such finesse and love, way even before you were pregnant. Kind of reminded you of that first kiss you shared in the barn.

He was a natural for kissing and so many other things that had you swooning. The golden ring on his hand filled your chest with pride and contempt. He was one of the few choices in life you didn't regret rather embraced.

Your mind was full of peace and joy knowing that he not only reciprocated, but gave the extra mile at your affection.

You curled in his chest and he kissed your forehead.

"Te amo. Stop thinking"

You grunted tiredly. He lulled you to sleep by caressing your hair.

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"Miguel? Levántate, mijo. Ya es tarde" (Wake up, Mijo. It's late)

Vicky's voice echoed from the other side of the door. He stirred awake with an annoyed groan.

"Voy" (Coming.)

Your naked leg hooked on his. He sighed with a smug smile.

"I need to go, corazón"

"Five more minutes? I don't get to see you until lunch."

He kissed you.

"Just a couple of hours."

"What do you want for lunch?"

He got up and you slapped his ass with a mischievous smile.

"You. And for dinner as well. But, knowing that's not possible at the moment, anything you decide to do will be good. I know so. "

Your cheeks grew warmer at his words.

"I love you."

Your words earned a loving and tender hug from him and another kiss.

"I love you too."

He took a shower and got dressed. Hard duty jeans, that clung to his muscular and toned legs and glutes, a cotton long sleeved shirt that he rolled on the elbows, a belt, his boots and his hat, that rested on his back. A small cord holding it around his neck.

He blowed a kiss your way and left to attend his duties.

Despite the construction work force returning there was still alot to do around. The barn was finished within a couple of days, and then they moved to the insides of the estate.

The second floor had the windows installed at last. A group worked on the electricity as the others focused in finishing the final touches as some walls were bare. Pure brick and concrete.

Little by little your love nest was taking shape. And being involved in the process made you feel valued and respected. Miguel didn't take any further choices without consulting you.

Your orchard was worked and nurtured every day and seeing the little sprouts of some things made you cry in happiness.

Vicky always accompanied you, you helped eachother. One thing you adored was the fact that most of the workers knew their ways in the kitchen. If Vicky or Miguel would spot them slacking, they'd be sent to help out in the lunch or dinner prepping.

Paco had just entered his eighteens, he was tall, lanky but strong. You'd seen him carrying the concrete bags like they were feathers. He didn't talk much. Brown eyes, light caramel skin with curls ontop of his square shaped face.

He came from a family close to Vicky and Miguel. He was like a nephew to el Patrón. (The Boss)

Joseph on the other hand was on his young adult phase. Twenty one, light brown hair tied in a bun behind his oblong shaped face. A light beard, body more sculpted and toned with a few tattoos on his arms and ankles, hazel eyes and a mean demeanor that was only a decoy for the true goof he was inside.

You'd often find him joking with Paco or the constructions workers. Miguel had found him, freshly thrown into homelessness by life circumstances. He wouldn't admit it, but Joseph saw Miguel as a mentor. Everything he knew was thanks to him.

The both helpers slept comfortably in one of the cabins. After all, the workers area was the first thing Miguel sent to repair. He didn't want for them to go through what he did in your farm.

Sure, the barn had it's own place already built, but that didn't mean it was in good conditions.

He never told you but the first night he barely slept due the bead creaking noises and the crawlers that jumped out of nowhere on him.

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"Look at you, so glowy and pretty. Fun night I suppose?"

"Vicky!"

Victoria laughed at your blushing cheeks.

"Ay chamaca. Es normal!" (Oh, girl. It's normal)

She cleaned some red beans before tossing them into a large pot

"And you better seize that at every chance you have cause once that little O'Hara pops out, you'll barely have time to sleep."

"Alright, jeesh."

Vicky then put the pot to boil and begun peeling some green plantains.

"You know? When Miguel first spoke about you, I had my doubts."

"Oh? How come?"

Vicky sighed and looked at you.

"You'll see. The many women, and by many, I mean two, he'd ever introduced me with, were not good. One was too competitive with him, they'd spend more time arguing than anything, her parents didn't approve of him either."

Vicky sighed at the memory of the many times she'd have to console him and take away the bottle of mezcal from his hands before he got too drunk.

"It wasn't nice, the other one cheated on him with Gabriel. Bien mamoncilla la morra." (Such an unbearable woman)

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth.

"Do they... talk? I mean Miguel and Gabriel?"

"From time to time. They're no longer at odds, though. Or at least that's what I want to believe. But don't worry, Mija. You won fair and square."

You chuckled.

"Did I?"

"Well, you've got the ring, his last name and pregnant with his child. ¿Qué más quieres pues?" (What else you could possibly want?)

You laughed bashfully.

"Make him happy. Just the way he is making me"

"Ay. Ustedes los jóvenes... So sappy" (Ah you youngsters)

You giggled sheepishly.

"I mean it, Vicky."

"I know, corazón. Sólo estoy bromeando. Just hope you're prepared to meet  Conchata, eventually. Or never, hopefully" (Just kidding)

"Conchata? Whose that?"

"Miguel's biological mom that shows up from time to time just to pester my boy."

You gave Victoria droll look as you kept slicing the meat.

"Between you and I, I'm more mother to Miguel and even Gabriel than that woman ever was."

"She sounds... complicated"

Vicky rolled her eyes, "Irresponsable es lo que es." (Irresponsible is what she is.)

"She never let me do anything, but didn't do shit either. Had to whip Miguel's and Gabriel's ass to get them right. Not proud of it, but someone had to teach them values."

"If something is worth saying? He is a great man. You did amazing."

"Ah don't worry. Miguel knows better to fuck around with me."

You both laughed silently. The complicity on her tales not only offered more and more knowledge about Miguel, but a better way to understand him.

"You know? My mom sure was there in her own way I guess but... she married my dad just for money."

"Bet she did. Don't get me wrong, mi niña. Miguel told me everything about her, and by God, I wanted to go where he was and slap some sense into her." (Sweetie)

"Is it wrong to admit that... same?"

Vicky faked a gasp and smirked.

"Ay, Cerecita. Getting out of that house is the best decision you have done. And I mean it."

She pointed at you with her finger, "You were so damn stressed when you came that slept for almost twelve hours straight."

You finished preparing and let the heat do it's job.

"But now you're here. Safe. How do you feel about it?"

"It's scary, the changes I mean. But I've never felt so free and good about a decision I've done. I don't regret it."

"That's the important. When is the next check up?"

"Within a week or so, haven't told Miguel. I forgot about it too. Gotta look for a new doctor. Don't want my family to drag her down to this mess either."

"I know someone. Is the family's doctor. We'll discuss this later. We gotta finish lunch."

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The goal was to finish renovations in a couple of months. Miguel was aware that it would need a good amount of time, specially the main house of the hacienda. After all, that's where his future family would be living and his own business would develop. (estate)

Naturally, he'd want it to be everlasting and good and pretty. Perfect to grow old in it.

He'd oversee every detail that the architect and designer were adding and scratching off. He'd want to make some things baby proofed for his future child. He poured his heart and mind on this life project whenever he wasn't with you. But otherwise, you'd be the main focus of his attention and devotion.

He'd be having meetings with direct providers to increase his cattle. Cows, goats a bit of sheeps and pigs. He had enough chickens for now. But there was something that got him concerned.

Given that your parents were purebred horse traders, they were well acquainted with the main suppliers. Sure he had acted like a third party when Margarita and Manchas, a Mustang mare with her foal, had arrived to the enclosure as their new addition.

He learned a lot. But meddling with the suppliers was something he thought twice, since he didn't want any unnecessary trouble. He'd consult you about it later.

He'd often think about Agustín. A Friesian purebred horse that nearly breaks Joaquín's legs, another Mustang horse, in the initial training. He was quite surprised to see such a noble and calm tempered breed being aggressive towards others. A clear sign of past abuse before he was brought with your parents.

Agustín had been a lucky purchase from your dad. A lucky shop that was surely missing his morning strolls with him. Or getting his hair braided and groomed.

As much as Miguel wanted him back, he knew there was little to nothing he could do. He had the money to buy it, but the property weighed more, priority wise.

You had hit the 10 week mark of your pregnancy. And that only motivated him to keep working hard. You did your own fair share of things around besides domestic chores.

You were in charge of supervising the fencing and also helped with the finances. Sometimes you'd spend hours with him making the balances to fit in the numbers.

The electricity had been installed completely on the second floor and so was the water system. It was the little milestones that put a smile on his face.

And what a better way to celebrate that the cattle was growing and a new main door were installed, than a big dinner with the construction workers and helpers.

Hacienda O'Hara was getting onto it's feet.

There was food, drinks and much to your happy dismay, Miguel took you to dance in the middle of the people's circle that clapped and cheered. Vicky danced with Miguel and other coworkers.

There was no envy, no back handed comments disguised as actual compliments, zero pretense. You were having fun.

Your 'friends' no longer called you, neither texted. But being apart of them had also brought you peace. You had changed your number. After all, it was a new start.

The only numbers you kept were neutral providers that had helped you to get new horse traders contact.

Before your mind kept wandering into business mode, Miguel pulled you out of it with a deep kiss.

But joy wouldn't last much when Paco came running towards Miguel with an alarmed expression that instantly made you frown. Miguel's scowl only deepened the dreading worry that crept in you as he listened to Paco.

"Miguel? What's wrong?"

"Stay here."

"W-What?"

"No dejes que salga, Victoria." (Don't let her out)

Vicky puckered and held you in her arms, trying to soothe your nerves

"Miguel!"

You could only watch as he put on his hat and take the gun Paco gave him. Your eyes widened at the revolver.

"You need to stay calm, mija. I know you are concerned, probably is another iperson that wants Miguel's property. Those cabrones are persistent."

Her words fell upon deaf ears since that harrowing hunch set deeper in your gut.

It didn't helped that Joseph rounded up some people as he looked at you with a concerned expression as he talked through his phone.

Go

Your mind rumbled, Vicky's words offered little reassurance. But something felt wrong. And then a gunshot was heard.

"Miguel" Your eyes filled in with tears and you rushed in the direction he had gone to. Vicky called as she followed you with pleading words.

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As soon as Paco came to him and muttered your parent's last name, he knew things wouldn't end well.

He had been careful enough to not drag any unwanted attention towards him and his property. But trouble had this annoying way to find in the least appropriate of times.

Paco gave him the gun, just for safety measures. He didn't like resorting to violence, but your parents had this knack to press his buttons so fast that is was maddening. Why wouldn't they give up? Why would they keep messing with his life? But most important, how did they find you?

His scowl only deepened upon seeing your parents there, leaning against their expensive car with a small group of people. Some were armed too.

"Where is my daughter?" Your dad spoke as he approached the sturdy metal doors. The name Hacienda O'Hara engraved in them. Miguel towered over him, but your father didn't back away.

"I've allowed her eloping nonsense enough as it is. It's time for her to return with us."

His tone calm, yet sneering.

"What makes you think I'll give my wife back to you, sir?"

"Your wife?!" Rosaura huffed as she came into picture, her cashmere poncho draped around her shoulders as she got off the car, "How dare you?! Give my daughter back, you lowlife!"

Miguel scrunched his nose in disgust at her words.

"Sorry ma'am, can't hear your yapping from here."

"Canalla! You think this door will protect you?" (Scumbag)

Mahonagy eyes flashed red at her threat.

"¿Se atreve a amenazarme en mi propiedad, señora? Ya no estamos en su rancho. Aquí mando yo. Así que bájele sus tres rayitas."

(You dare threaten me in my property, ma'am? We're no longer in your estate. I'm the one that runs things here, so tone the fuck down)

His voice lowered an octave, there was no kindness or politeness behind it.

"A mí no me hablas así, desgraciado -" (You won't talk to me like that, you jerk!)

"Pues le hablo como quiero! ¡¿Cómo la ve?! Ya me hartó usted con sus insultos pendejos." (I will talk to you however I want. How about that? I'm sick of your fucking disrespect.)

"Me devuelves a mi hija a la de ya!" (Get my daughter back now!)

"I'm her husband. Deal with it."

"I'm not letting my respectable daughter to give birth to a wretched-"

A gunshot.

Your mother and the small group stilled as Miguel fired his gun at your dad's words. The men behind him pointed his weapons at the door.

"Listen to me very carefully, suegrito." His nostrils flared in rage and his teeth bared as he sneered the word, "You had the guts to come all the way here, to disrespect me, my wife and my unborn child."

He inched closer and as tempting as it was to grab your dad by the collar he was sure that would make things incredible sour for both sides. His fist clenched in anger as he put the gun away.

"My patience can stretch for so long, and you're testing it's limits too fucking soon. Don't make me the bad guy."

His jaw clenched as your dad gulped discreetly.

A round of collective gasps echoed as you approached with a disturbed look upon seeing the guns in the worker's hands. Vicky calling for Miguel as Joseph and a group of armored men trailed behind you.

"Perdóname, mijo. Se me escapó cuando escuchó el disparo" (Im sorry, mijo. She escaped once she heard the gunshot.)

Your name was chided by your dad

"Pack your things and let's go home. This... foolishness has embarrassed us long enough."

"I am home." Your tone though calm, seethed with brewing anger. Your dad's workers put their guns down.

Your mother scoffed, "I know you, sweetheart. You will get tired of him once he has no money and will return to-"

"Then you know shit about me. You think I am like you?! You might be the one that birthed me, but I do not owe you respect."

Your mother's eyes widened in shock

"He washed your brain, didn't he?"

"No! Stop blaming him for your wrongdoings! Just look at yourselves! You bring armed people to a private property, and expect me to just go with you after all you said?! Are you insane?!"

"I will not tolerate this-"

"You think I care?"

Miguel had to get in between you and the gate, but you weren't having it. Your anger had been simmering long enough to just let it slide.

"I am married to him! Why can't you accept that?! Legally married to him!"

"It means nothing if the church doesn't recognize your marriage"

"Like if I want to." Your father's eyes widened, clearly disturbed at your words.

"He isn't worthy of you!" Your mom spoke and you laughed

"Not my fault you never met love, mom. Not my fucking fault you settled with the first man that gave you a couple of bucks your way and you mistook that for love!"

Every words just made your mother recoil in horror, just as your dad.

"You brat!"

"Cerecita, let's go-"

"No! Miguel. I'm tired of this." You raised your hand and showed your ring to them.

"I'm his wife. I love him. And I am home. Like it or not, It's my choice, is that clear?"

"You don't know what you're saying-"

Your dad tried to reason but your mother's temper seeped through your bones.

"I don't want to see you ever again around here. So get lost!"

"You will come home to us, one way or another. And if I have to ruin this place, so be it."

Your dad spoke to both Miguel and you, to then turn around and get in the car.

"I wanna see you try, cabrón " Miguel’s tone warned.

With those words, you were taken inside by a concerned Vicky despite your mother calling you over and over. Miguel and the other workers didn't leave until you were gone out of sight.

" No matter what I do, they won't leave me alone, Vicky."

" You're safe here, mi niña. None will let you harm come to you. Much less Miguel!"

"I just keep adding problems to his life" You hiccuped as Victoria poured some hot tea onto your cup along a natural blend of Herbs that would put you to sleep.

Your nerves were too fried to think rationally. The party was long over, soured by the family feud.

"Stop saying stupid things, corazón. now drink this. You're too nervous and that is not good for the baby."

This is by far how everyone imagined to end the day. You specially.

Even though Victoria's words made you a little ease, it was your dad's words that you secretly feared.

You knew he was a man of word. He'd do anything to make you come home, even if that meant to ruin Miguel’s hardwork.

"Where is Miguel?"

"He'll be here soon. Just making sure your parents left."

You hiccuped and wiped your eyes, anger slowly melting in tears.

"I'm so sorry, Vicky. I knew they were complicated but this... This is pure spite."

Vicky prepared your bed and then tuck you in.

"Todo va a estar bien, ya vas a ver." (Everything will be fine, you'll see.)

"What if they try to harm Miguel?"

"They better not, cause that means they'll have to deal with me. Me ves toda viejita, pero sé mis trucos." (You see me old and stuff, but I know my tricks.)

"You have us now, cariño. Get some rest, ok?"

"I need Miguel."

You'd mumble sleepily, the herbs worked wonders in your brain, relaxing you a bit too much after you finished the cup.

"He'll be here soon." Vicky rubbed your lower back until you were asleep and, then left your room with a sigh.

She knew your family was complicated but witnessing the real deal made her worry. You had all the right to be anxious and concerned as they were unpredictable.

Bloodshed was avoided. Miguel was wise enough to not instigate a fight and makes thing worse as they were.

He approached while he instructing Joseph and the others to keep an eye on the entrance.

"Miguel?"

"Ahorita no, Ma." (Not now, ma)

Vicky sighed and took him by the arm gently.

"Mijo, I know things are difficult right now. But she needs you. She is scared."

"I can't be at ease knowing that they can return anytime soon and try to take her away again."

"They won't, Miguel."

"How are you so sure? I don't even know how they got this address."

Vicky sighed but held him by the waist. His arm went around her shoulders.

"Cause I know you. If it's not your stubbornness, it's your love that will convince them to leave you alone."

"I hope so, cause I'm tired of this stupid feud. And I won't tolerate their disrespect in my own house."

He sighed and leaned on Vicky. Your bravado made him smile softly

"Did you see how Cerecita..."

Vicky chuckled

"¿Ves que si te ama? Ella tampoco dejaría que algo te pasara." (See? She loves you too. She wouldn't let harm come to you either)

"I need to increase the security. Be right back."

Vicky stared him with pained eyes.

Everyone knew this was far from over. But right now, her and Miguel’s priorities were simple. Keep you and the baby safe.

After a couple of hours of switching rounds, he went to bed. A deep sigh came his way upon watching you sleep.

You didn't back down from the challenge. Something he had to thank your dad for. Your words only invigorated him to fight harder for you, just like you fought for him.

Miguel changed into something more comfortable and curled next to you, his arms embracing your body as he kissed your hair.

Your breathings evened as he laid there, next to you whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Nadie me va a alejar de ti. Te lo prometo." (None will keep me away from you. I promise.)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #Ranchero Miguel 🐎 #Mi Dulce Cereza #La Novela #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fluff #Spotify

[xaeoism]

You buy a gift for Muichiro (An extremely early birthday post for Muichiro) 1/3

You stared at the calendar sitting in front of you and sighed as you crossed out yet another day. Muichiro's birthday was 3 weeks away and you have yet to buy a gift for him. No gift simply looked perfect enough as a reciprocation of your love and appreciation to have him in your life.

You decided to head out to the city near your estate to try your luck in finding the perfect gift for him again.

The city was bustling with activity even though it was getting late. The streets were filled with stalls selling everything you could possibly imagine. You looked around before picking a direction to start your search for a gift.

Should you get him some clothes as a gift? No way. Even if you do, you doubt that he would ever wear it.

'How about food? Everybody loves food for gifts', you smiled in thought before shaking your head. You have only ever seen him eat one thing only and that was his favourite food that his brother used to cook for him everyday when they were still living in the mountains, and anyways, buying food as a gift doesn't really convey the same kind of message that you were trying to tell him.

You continued to stroll past the stalls, uninterested at what they had to offer until you heard a melody. You turned around and started walking back, trying to follow the soft melody that was now stuck in your head. Sure enough, the melody came from a small box sitting on top a table. You picked the box up and examined it before coming to the conclusion that this was indeed, a music box.

"Would you like that music box dear?", the old lady tending the stall asked.

"Ah.. sorry, I was just looking around", you apologized as you put the box down.

"Don't worry, there are plenty other music boxes with unique melodies here. I'll show them to you.", she said before starting to wind all the music boxes she had so that you could hear the music.

As her fingers started to wind the fifth box, the music that was produced made your eyes widen due to the familiarity of the sound. How lucky could you be that this music box contained this sweet melody? You immediately paid her for the music box and thanked her for helping you find the perfect gift.

The next day, Muichiro woke up to find note and a small box that was wrapped with a blue ribbon sitting on his desk.

He picked up the note and recognised your handwriting instantaneously.

'Dearest Muichiro,

Happy early birthday! I know that there is still 3 weeks till your birthday but I got too excited and failed to stop myself from giving you the gift that I, found was absolutely perfect for your special day!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the gift! I love you so much.'

He read the note, a small smile gracing his lips before setting it down and picking up the wrapped up box. He pulled on the ribbon and removed the lid off the box to reveal the music box you had bought.

The music box looked incredibly elegant. It had extremely detailed designs all around it. He looked at it in curiosity before deciding to wind and open the box.

The music that came out from it caused muichiro to freeze on the spot. This was the song that his mother used to sing to him and his brother whenever they had a hard time trying to fall asleep when they were little.

Before he knew it, tears were rolling down his face as he recalled the memories of his mother stroking his hair lovingly while singing the song to him as he laid on her lap, unable to fall asleep due to the thunderstorm that day. His heart throbbed when he thought about his mother.

His mother who had the kindest eyes and loveliest voice.

His mother that would always make time to play with him and his brother.

His mother that loved him so much.

He held the music box close to him, its melody enveloping him in a warm embrace. He decided that he will write back to you later, to thank you for this gift.

That night, he slept peacefully with a smile on his face, the tune from the music box playing softly in his room. He will definitely treasure this gift forever until the end of time.

Currently stressing out about an aptitude test & this was supposed to be posted a week before his birthday... but I failed to resist the temptation HAHAH

#muichiro x y/n #muichiro tokito #muichiro #mist hashira x reader #mist hashira #kny muichiro #kny #demon slayer muichiro #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #muichiro x reader #muichiro x you #kimetsu muichiro #hashira x reader #hashira x y/n

[icanfixhimclub]

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 || 𝐽𝐽 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

Pairings: JJ x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Running away, mental abuse, attempted suicide, drug overdose, mention of blade, bullying, depression

Summary: Based off the song Twin Sized Mattress by the Front Bottoms

This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames

Of my friends' bodies

You look around at the people around you, almost looking like shells of their old self, well at least to you, maybe you’re just self projecting. You didn’t feel like yourself lately, you didn’t feel like anything really. Maybe your friends just didn’t notice the change, or maybe they didn’t care. You wouldn’t blame them, you didn’t want to be around yourself either. Not when she’s around.

When the flood water comes, it ain't gonna be clear

It's gonna look like mud

But I will help you swim, I will help you swim

I'm gonna help you swim

Even with what’s been going on lately, as you look around the fire, everyone laughing together, you realize that these are still the people you’d do anything for, help them swim when waters muddy, sacrifice yourself in order for them to breath. These are your friends, your family, you’d give them the moon if they needed you too.

This is for the snakes and the people they bite

Josie. The blonde haired, green eyed snake that you had lovingly welcomed into your friend group when Sarah had brought her. She didn’t like you, you didn’t know why, but it hurt. She would whisper things to Sarah and Kie and they would give you funny looks. A sinking feeling started in your chest whenever she would lock eyes with you and smile, a cruel, spiteful smile.

For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights

For the warning signs I've completely ignored

Watching as Josie cozied up with all your friends hurt more than you’d like. Watching them cozy right back almost hurt more. It wasn’t fair, these were your friends, the friends you made all by yourself, the friends that you earned. Sometimes, you’d stay up, late at night and scroll through pictures. You’d realize that as you scrolled, your pictures become more and more sparse around the time Josie came.

Maybe you should’ve noticed it too, how she would always nudge you in the wrong direction. When everyone would hang at your place when your parents weren’t home, you’d find a razor blade were Josie had sat. She would offhandedly mentioned how sometimes ‘people don’t know when they weren’t welcome’ as she looked directly at you. Red flags were popping up left and right, but you cared too much about your friends happiness to notice.

There's an amount to take, reasons to take more

Josie had given them to you, the were painkillers, stronger than any you had ever had. She had said ‘you looked a little stressed lately, thought these would help. Don’t take more than three, or you could overdose, and we wouldn’t want that’ it was unnerving, the way she said it with such ease yet such demand. You stared at the bottle in your hands, leaning over your sink. Your mind is racing as you shook out five. You knew she was probably lying. You knew that five probably wouldn’t even do anything, but deep down, you hoped it would. You swallowed the best you good, and laid down in bed, texting your friends.

‘I took some pills, I don’t know what will happen, if it something bad then I’m sorry. I love you guys.’

At the chateau, JJ and John B were panicking. Sarah and Kie were trying to calm them down and Pope was sitting in silence, staring off. Nobody was able to reach you at all, and they were seriously considering driving to your house and busting down your door. Just then, Josie walked into the Chateau, smiling.

“Why the fuck are you smiling! Y/n could be dead! Are you just ignoring what she sent all of us?!” JJ was livid, did she not care? Josie only looked at them,

“I didn’t get a text”

“We think y/n/n tried to kill herself! She took some random pills and texted all of us!” John B was screaming and Josie backed away. You weren’t supposed to actually take the pills, just get the message and leave. “That’s it, we’re going to her house.” Everyone followed John B out the door and to the Twinkie, except Josie, but nobody noticed, maybe that was the wake up call they needed. They pounded on your door three times before running to the back of your house and climbing in through your window. You were passed out on your bed, barely breathing.

It was a blur to everyone after that, carrying you to the Twinkie, taking you to the hospital, getting your stomach pumped. Nobody would ever forget that night, and it was agreed between everyone silently, this had something to do with Josie.

It's no big surprise you turned out this way

When they close their eyes and prayed you would change

They could all hear it. The screaming of your parents coming from your hospital room. This was they first time they’d experienced it, but they knew it was bad. For as long as the could remember, you did everything you could to please your parents, and that had transitioned to everyone else too. After particularly bad nights that you would run off to chateau, you’d flinch whenever the boys would get rowdy or yell.

You had broken down to JJ one drunk night, crying to him and telling him everything. How they would never be happy, how they wanted you to be completely different, how one night as a kid you had heard your mother praying over her bed that you would change. You cried until you fell asleep, and JJ spent all night holding you close to him, whispering to you everything he loves about you that you would never know.

And they cut your hair, and sent you away

You stopped by my house the night you escaped

It had only been a week since you’d been back from the hospital that your parents sat you down at the kitchen table. “This was your last straw y/n,” your father came behind you with a pair of scissors as your mother talked, “We have given you so much and you still do this…this SHIT!” You heard it, the sound of scissors chopping away at your hair until it was at your shoulders. “We want you out. You’re getting sent to a boarding school in Georgia. You’re leaving tomorrow, now go upstairs and pack.”

She had turned her back to you before you could say anything. You sprinted to your room, tears clouding your vision as you shoved everything you could in a large duffel bag. You shoved in your jewelry and your secret stash of money you kept hidden from your parents. Your ID and a secret credit card you had hidden from your parents were stuck into a hidden pocket as you zipped up the bay forcefully. If you were leaving, it was on your own accord. You slipped on your shoes and slipped on a sweat shirt, the one you had stollen from JJ last summer. You crawled out your window and sprinted as fast as you could to the chateau, banging on JJ’s room window.

With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay

“Y/n/n’s? What the fuck, it’s like 3 in the morning.” He opened the window and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m leaving.” Well that definitely woke him up, “They wanna send me away, some school out in Georgia. I can’t let them send me away, if I leave, they don’t get the satisfaction of making me. I’m going to the mainland JJ.” He stared at you with his mouth hanging open, speechless. Before you even noticed them, tears starting rolling down his face.

“No no no, please don’t leave, we can’t do this without you, I can’t do this without you.”

“JJ-“

“We can hide you here, it’ll be okay, please stay, please. Please, y/n, I love you.” You almost didn’t register it, but you know that if you listened, they’d still find you and you would drag all your friends down with you.

So, you swallowed and fought off tears, staring at JJ,

you said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!"

#jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #obx imagine #obx angst #jj angst #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank #john b routledge #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #pope heyward

[whoahoney]

The Big Bad Day

Steve Harrington x teacher!Reader

Summary: You’re a new teacher and your year has been hard, this day in particular, and your boyfriend Steve knows just what to say.

Content Warnings: children are dicks, hurt/comfort, mature language

A/N: for all of us that need to cry in Steve’s arms just for a little bit 🤍 requested by my dear @loving-and-dreaming

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had had enough.

You were no stranger to difficulty or bad days, but this one would go down in the books.

Ever since you got the teaching position at Hawkins Elementary, you’d been optimistic about your days spent with the future of the world, teaching them their order of operations and proper sentence structure, eagerly imagining the books you’d read with the class and what crafts to make to decorate the door for each season and occasion.

But when it came down to it, it felt most days like they saw you as another child. Lessons were filled with thrown pencils, students getting up out of their seats to move around and bother their friends, as if you weren’t there, homework going without being filled out, literal 8 year old boys heckling you during your lectures,

And as if that wasn’t enough, your colleagues seemed no different. You were easily the youngest teacher there and staff meetings and lunch breaks were spent feeling invisible behind your coffee mug, no matter how many thoughts you tried to contribute. They always seemed to silence your words before they could manage their way out of your mouth.

Today, things amped up.

Richie Timmons incited a riot.

A full on riot.

The assignment was making paper snowflakes. You’d given a wonderful tutorial on how to fold and cut the snowflakes, you’d shown them the special glitter glue you’d bought with your own money, and passing out supplies seemed to go well and then they just… ruined it.

Richie decided today he’d crumple up the center pieces for their desk clumps you’d worked so hard on and start a snowball fight, leading everyone to use any and all paper to their disposal.

You’d tried to stop it, everyone throwing them at the quietest kid in the class first, but then their attention turned to you, and not in the way you wanted. Suddenly all the paper wads were smacking you in the face, with impressive aim and power, you noted.

Not to mention the pencils, crayons, and eventually scissors that flew about the room, causing you to lose your cool.

And to top it off, the wicked witch of the west hall shows up to the staff meeting talking about hearing it all from the other side of the school.

This earned you so many dirty looks from your peers, not to mention the principal. Your cheeks heated as you stared into the bread of your sandwich so lovingly prepared by your boyfriend, wanting nothing more than to melt into the floor and disappear.

You wanted to quit.

But what about Sarah H and her cursive? She’s almost got it!

Or Corey B and his separation anxiety from his mom? He’s shown some real courage lately, and another change in his routine could just mess it all up.

You laid in bed that night waiting for your boyfriend to come home to your newly shared place, trying to get the tears out before he showed up.

But they wouldn’t come.

Your body wouldn’t allow it. You felt it, so strongly, the urge and pressure to burst into tears, but the cries were buried deep in your chest, not allowed to erupt for whatever reason. Instead, you curled up on your side of the bed with a massive tension headache.

Right as you thought you might fade into restless sleep, the front door clicked open and your heart leapt.

Steve’s home.

He worked late a couple evenings a week, tonight being one of them. As you heard him drop his keys onto the counter and shrug off his jacket, you weighed the options of talking to him about it all or pretending to be asleep to not bother him.

But then the bedroom door creaked quietly, clicking closed behind him. Steve had mastered the art of walking silently, practically floating across the floor as he whispered hopefully, “Are you awake?” He reached out to touch your shoulder, his fingertips grazing it before you turned over to face him.

Of course he looked this beautiful, he always did. But why did he have to look at you like that? Like you were special, like he longed for you though he already had you.

The sight alone made the dam you spent your whole day building crumble. With your brows knit together and a pout on your lips, his face melted into concern as he scrambled into bed, pulling your pliant body to him and wrapping you up in an embrace.

“Sweet girl, what’s wrong? What happened?” He whispered just above your ear. You felt your hands against his bare chest, the contact soothing you some. His hand found its way into your hair, his fingertips stroking your scalp as you heaved and sobbed. “I got you, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said intermittently.

When you found yourself blurry eyed and stuffy, and your sobs had ceased, you found yourself laying with your head on Steve’s chest. His hand stroked up and down your back while the other kept your hair from falling in your face.

After giving you a few regular breaths of quiet, he wrapped his arms back around you, “Do you wanna talk about it, baby?”

“My dream job sucks.” You sniffled against his warm skin. “And I suck at it.” You whispered.

“What??” Steve craned his neck to look her in the eye.

“No one respects me. Ever! Not even the other teachers. It’s embarrassing, everyone else has great classes and cute artwork they’ve gotten their kids to collaborate on, but when it comes to 8 year olds?” You shook her head, “I’m hopeless. I chose the wrong career path.” You shrugged.

“That’s so not true, are you kidding? You’re kidding, right?” He asked, searching for the light ‘just kidding’ after your usual self deprecating jokes. But it didn’t come.

“Maybe I’m just not cut out for it.” You shrug, sliding off his chest and situating yourself on your side, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

“Babe, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you could be more wrong.” He sighed, his finger coming up to trace your cheekbone.

You closed your eyes in avoidance, you’d already made up your mind. “There’s a little boy being bullied in my class. He’s shy, smart as a whip, though. But today we were making snowflakes—” Steve smiled, remembering you sitting at the dining table, meticulously folding and cutting paper while he cooked your dinner, “—and Richie,” Steve rolled his eyes at the mention of the kids name, “just got all these kids to gang up on him! And me! Can you believe that? And it took forever it felt like, to get everyone to stop throwing shit, and yelling. Thankfully, he came out unscathed, but—“ your breath caught, “he’s gonna remember that forever. He may not want to come to school tomorrow. And it’s my fault. I’m the freaking teacher and I can’t get them to— I’m a freaking joke, Steve.”

“—You are not a joke!” He said without hesitance, his tone laced with offense taken from your words. You froze. “Do you.. do you not see how much time to spend putting lessons together? Or hear how much you talk about your kids? How much you care? You love your job. Your job is just hard and overwhelming, and you’re new at it! It’s gonna be really hard for a few years, don’t you think? But once you settle, things are gonna get so much better.” He nodded as he spoke softly, just above a whisper in the quiet apartment.

“The year’s halfway over,” he continued, “If you hate it by the end of the year, then quit! Find somewhere else, and we’ll go, but don’t quit now.” He pleaded.

The tears pouring from your eyes were steady and quiet, his message received as he ran his thumb over your cheek. You nodded. “You’d come with me?” You asked.

He nodded, “Of course I would. I’ll go wherever you are. And wherever we end up, I’m gonna come visit you in your classroom. And I’m gonna bring you lunch and flowers, and someday your kids are gonna have to start calling you Mrs. Harrington, instead.”

You sniffle and chuckle airily at the thought. “It’s all gonna be okay. And if you decide you don’t wanna teach and do something else, I’m more than happy to cheer you on in your next venture. No matter what.” He implored.

You nodded as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “I want you to sleep. Okay? And tomorrow you’re gonna go to school, and try again. Because that’s what you do. And I’ll be here when you get home waiting to hear all about it, yeah?”

You nodded, tears filling your eyes once more.

“And if you need to, call me at lunch. Okay? My whole day’s open, I’ll be home.” He nodded, “You aren’t alone. And you aren’t the worst. If anything, I think you’re the best. The greatest! Y’know if you were my teacher in fourth grade I would’ve been so happy to listen to you.” He traced around your brow and down to your cheekbone, ending at the tip of your nose as you chuckled. He wiped your tears away.

“S’gonna be okay, baby.” He whispered.

You nodded. “Thank you, Stevie. I love you, so so much.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you more. Tomorrow’s gonna be better.” He assured you, pulling you close again and holding you until you fell asleep in his arms.

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As you wait for the call to go through on your lunch break, you hear a knock at your classroom door, making you jump and hang up the phone. You smooth your hair and open the door, only to find Steve standing there with his brightest smile, a vase of daisies in one hand and lunch in the other.

“There’s my girl! How’s your day?” He asked before kissing your cheek and stepping inside.

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[ghostsmybeloved]

My Prime Mover

Papa Emeritus l (Primo) x Reader

Summary: Sunshine wanted the truth to Primo, but it was more than she could've imagined. Especially since all Ghouls knew except her.

Warning: Angst, mentions of death (of a child and mc), 5 stages of grief, and eventually comfort.

Words: 2.1k

Mountain was always the first Ghoul awake, while every Ghoul ate breakfast, he was off to Primo's room. The Earth Ghoul always helped the oldest Emeritus out to his gardens each morning, as the Ghouls watched.

Almost all Ghouls knew why he helped Primo, except for Sunshine. She was a newly summoned Ghoul, as she watched every morning. She had heard horror stories about the Papa, that his cruelty knew no bounds. Yet, Mountain made him look like a fragile, broken old man.

Whenever the Earth Ghoul was questioned about it, he would always reply that it wasn't his story to tell. It always made Sunshine frustrated, so as she sat with the Ghoulettes watching the pair, she sighed loudly.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" Cirrus asked, looking up from her breakfast, tilting her head to the side.

Sunshine crossed her arms, nodding towards the window showing the garden, "Those two. I don't know why Mountain does it every day."

Cumulus looked up at Cirrus, her shoulders dropped as the two looked at each other in sorrow. Sunshine instantly knew there was something more than just two friends going to the garden.

"What is it?"

"You were never told…" Cirrus sighed, standing up as she motioned for Sunshine to follow, "Come on, you're going to learn either way."

Cumulus stood up and followed Cirrus into the living room as Sunshine scrambled after the two. She was excited to finally learn the truth, but nervous by their solemn tones. As the three reached the living room, Cumulus grabbed a scrapbook from behind a couple of books.

Sitting down on the couch, Sunshine was in-between Cumulus and Cirrus as the Ghoulette put the scrapbook onto Sunshine's lap. The cover of the book was plain, only with the name Y/N Emeritus scribbled on the front.

"Who is Y/N?" Sunshine asked, gaining no response as Cumulus turned to the first page.

The first page had a single photo, though it was big enough to take up the whole page. The photo looked old, its age apparently by the looks of it. A younger looking Primo stares lovingly at a Sibling, who smiles brightly into the camera.

"Long before Copia became Papa, there was a person. Their name was Y/N, and they were a Sibling. They came to the Ministry, offering their skills in exchange for shelter. Primo was under Papa Nihil's wing then, he had been taught his purpose and he followed it without question," Cirrus explained, pointing to the Sibling as she turned to the next page.

The next two pages held a couple of big photos, with small photos placed randomly. The most eye-catching one was Primo obviously upset at what looked like Dew and you laughing at him.

Cirrus continued, showing the other page where a photo of you two kissing laid peacefully, "They maddened him, he infuriated them, but respect grew to admiration and admiration to love. Does it surprise you that Primo loved?"

Sunshine stared at the joy in the photos, Primo looked like such a different person. There was a gentleness to how he cupped your face, love hidden in his closed eyes. She swore to Satan that they were two different people. The Primo she knew held no joy, no love, he was stone cold. Yet, the Primo held so much love.

"They were meticulous and gentle, strong willed, stubborn, fearless." Cirrus smiled fondly, thinking about you as she turned the page. The next page had you holding a baby with Primo, "It began with an infant, orphaned at the Ministry's steps."

The baby was clearly neither of yours, it didn't look like either of you and didn't have the Emeritus mismatched eyes. Yet, you two looked so happy to hold the baby, to have the baby in your arms. The photo was clearly taken from gardens, with all the flowers around.

"Papa Nihil had taught him duty, Satan, and the church, but Y/N showed him that he was more than an instrument for the church. They had one life and they wanted to share it together," Cirrus cleared her throat, catching Sunshine's attention again as she focused on the other page.

It was clear that some time had passed, the baby looked older. Not enough to be a toddler, but he had more hair. You stood with the baby in your arms in an apartment, though Primo wasn't in sight. Sunshine guessed he was the one taking the photo by the joy you had in your eyes as you looked at the camera.

Slowly, Sunshine held Cumulus' hand as she sniffled. She could sense how much her fellow Ghoulettes loved you, just by how the two radiated comfort by talking about you.

"They called the boy Malacoda and he called Primo, father. In his joy, Primo thought to abandon his Papa title as he had abandoned Nihil's ways."

Cirrus flipped the page and the two pages were composed of photos of the three of you. Your son slowly aging with the photos till he looked around the age of seven. Even as he wasn't your biological son, he looked similar to you two.

Sunshine smiled at the happiness of you and Primo. She had never seen the Papa with a smile, much less the smile he had in the photos. She saw Cirrus and Cumulus smile at your joy, Cumulus wiping some of the tears that pooled at the edge of her eyes.

Cirrus slowly closed the scrapbook, even though there were more pages as she spoke sadly, "That joy ended as it began, with their son. When Malacoda followed his father back to the Abbey, Primo could not protect him and Y/N could not save him."

Sunshine gasped, covering her mouth in shock as Cumulus hugged her. Cirrus looked down at the scrapbook, tears threatening to escape from the Ghoulette as she tried to keep it together.

"Malacoda died in Y/N's arms. Primo wanted their forgiveness, but they knew there was nothing to forgive and that giving up his title would be no absolution for him," Cirrus sorrowfully explains, her head leaning onto Sunshine's shoulder.

"What happened?" Sunshine asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She was afraid that Primo would hear her, despite being out in the gardens.

"They returned to the lives they once led. Y/N became a Sibling again and Primo returned to being Papa," Cirrus answered, "Though, it didn't last long. Just like Malacoda, Primo couldn't save Y/N."

By now, tears were falling from the two Ghoulettes as they thought about you. Sunshine opened the scrapbook again and flipped through some of the pages. Slowly, there became less and less photos till they stopped. Despite there still being more pages, they remained empty.

Some of the photos were just Malacoda, others held a ton of Ghouls, like Alpha and Mountain. In every photo, there was so much joy. Sunshine could feel the love from the photos, especially from the Ghouls towards Malacoda.

There were some photos with the other three Papas, all looking younger. Even Secondo looked happy to be with his nephew, a small smile on the Papa's face. Yet, in all the photos, Sunshine didn't see Papa Nihil.

"Primo shut us all out, he insisted on being alone," Cumulus cries, wiping the neverending tears, "We all grieve differently, but he… He didn't want any support."

Standing up, Sunshine made her way to the gardens. The two other Ghoulettes tried to stop her, calling out to her as she carried the burden of the scrapbook with her as she entered the gardens. Mountain was standing by as Primo made his way around the garden, mumbling something to himself.

Mountain went to step in front of Sunshine, not wanting to let her bring the scrapbook near Primo. She quickly stepped to the side, rushing over to the Papa as she kneeled down, offering the scrapbook.

"Papa," Sunshine whispered, handing him the scrapbook as he shakily held the scrapbook, "You deserve to hold this again."

Primo says nothing as he opens the scrapbook, taking out the first photo. A slight smell of lavender came from the photo, calming the Ghoulette down as she stared at the eldest Emeritus.

"Tell me, does it still smell like lavender?" Primo asks, not daring to take his eyes off of the photo, "Or has that long passed with my amore?"

"I can still smell the lavender."

Primo walks over to a large tree, closing the scrapbook as Sunshine slowly follows. In the corner behind the tree, the Ghoulette sees two graves. Moss covered, cracked tombstones with pedals from the tree falling onto them. She quickly notices that it says Y/N Emeritus on one and Malacoda Emeritus on the other.

With the help of Mountain, Primo sits down in front of the graves. He silently pats the spot next to him, offering the spot to Sunshine as she quickly takes it. The Papa slowly opens the scrapbook again, putting the photo back on the first page.

"Y/N was the love of my life, I loved them with everything I held. This photo was taken a couple of months after they became a Sibling," Primo explains quietly, a soft smile on his face as tears kissed his Papal paint, "I forgot how beautiful they were. Mi mancano. I haven't spoken about them since…"

Sunshine finished his sentence, "Their death. Papa, you must understand, the others miss them too. You are not alone in your grief."

Primo scoffed, tears angrily spilling into the grass below, "How would you know? You never even met them."

"I miss them. Y/N and Malacoda both," Mountain admits quickly, afraid that it'll send him back to Hell, "Malacoda was such a sweet boy, he had your green touch and I loved visiting. I miss Y/N's gentle touch, their cooking."

Primo squeezed his mismatched eyes shut, tears falling fast as Mountain looked away. Despite not seeing it, Sunshine knew that the Ghoul was crying. It was the first time she had ever seen him cry.

"You're right, I never met them. I never got to, but I see everyone's love for your son and Y/N." Sunshine stopped herself, thinking about what she wanted to say next before continuing, "Papa, do you want to talk about them? If you want, the others can join."

Primo opened his eyes, looking over at the Ghoulette with the soft eyes she only saw in the photos. Sunshine bit back a shocked face, as she awaited his answer.

Slowly, Primo nodded, "I would enjoy that. Thank you, Sunshine, for all of this. I almost forgot…"

Sunshine pulled out the photo of you and Primo kissing, admiring it before handing it to the Papa with a smile. She quickly spoke, "You don't have to go through it alone anymore."

"Oh mio Primo Motore," Primo sobbed, holding the photo close to his heart as he leaned forward, "Mi dispiace, mi dispiace tanto. Ti prego, perdonami."

"There is nothing to forgive," Cirrus spoke quietly, making the three look up from the graves, "Y/N knew that. It wasn't your fault."

A couple of the Ghouls found themselves around Cirrus, some with forgiving smiles while others held tears in their eyes. Even some of Primo's Ghouls, who Sunshine saw a lot of in the photos, were there.

"We all loved Malacoda and Y/N. I still remember when they first became your assistant," Omega started, looking at the grave as if it'd raise you from the dead, "The yelling from your office was crazy, though you never fired them and they never quit."

"You're not alone, Papa, all of the Ghouls, even the other Papas, were touched by Y/N and Malacoda."

Primo placed the photo back into the scrapbook, laying it quietly against your tombstone. Tears wet the grass underneath the Papa as he gripped his robes tightly.

"It's okay, Primo, everything will be okay. We are going to get through this together. Just like Y/N and Malacoda would want," Alpha speaks quietly, "And when you are ready, when you are done here on this Earth, our Lord is awaiting with those two."

Primo doesn't stop the sob that falls from him as he thinks about you. You were waiting for him weren't you? You were with Malacoda, waiting at the edge of death for him. He could see your smile as you held a laughing Malacoda in your arms.

"You aren't alone."

I got inspiration from Destiny 2, but this made me tear up. I hope you all enjoyed it!

#ghost x reader #ghostsmybeloved works #the band ghost x reader #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #maskless ghouls #ghost band x reader #sunshine ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #primo papa #papa nihil #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul

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Flower Field — Miss/Jennifer Honey x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: You have a picnic date with your sweet lover and things get heated up very quickly.

Warnings: Praise, thigh riding, overstimulation, semi-public sex, fingering, etc…

Word Count: 1.9k

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Close your eyes." You urged your lover, earning a high raised brow and a small smile from her in response. "Now open your mouth." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry and holding it between your fingers.

Jennifer followed your instructions, spreading her lips almost instantaneously.

You bring the fruit to her lips, the brunette sitting  in front of you slightly flinching at the sudden contact, but easing up after tasting the chocolate along her tastebuds. A small chuckle elicited from the woman as she opened her eyes after taking a chunk off the fruit.

Your eyes couldn't help but stare lovingly at the woman in front of you as she slowly finished eating the fruit. She looked ethereal in the sunlight. Pale skin seemed to glow from the suns light gaze, and hazelnut eyes shining brightly in your direction.

You were too caught up in her beauty to notice that she had asked you a question until the hand resting on your knee gave you a gentle squeeze, snapping you out of your daze.

"Hmm?" You knitted your brows in confusion.

Jennifer chuckled, curious eyes gazing into yours. "I said, do I have something on my face?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You're staring at me."

"I can't help it." Your lips quirked into a small smile, "You're just so damn beautiful." You admitted, admiring the way her eyes lit up at your words.

She had the most captivating looking eyes you've ever seen. The kind that pulled you into a trance at just the slightest glance. She knew the impact she had on you whenever she glanced at you with those innocent looking eyes, and did it purposely whenever she could.

Tanned cheeks flushed when you tucked a short stray hair behind her ear. "You are the most precious thing I have ever laid my eyes on, my sweet angel." You pulled her face in with your hands on her cheeks, peppering her face with light kisses.

"I love you," She smiled against your lips.

"I love you more."

"How much more?" She questioned teasingly, hand sneaking up from your knee to your thigh.

"Someone's feeling a bit cheeky today, now is she?"

Your question got answered, not by words, but by the slightest tilt of her head and a subtle faux innocent expression that spread across her face.

"Let's just say I'm feeling a bit. . . adventurous today. After all, we do have the day to ourselves, and not a single person around us for miles." She lifted her sundress above her knees as she crawled into your lap, a sudden surprising burst of confidence coursing through her.

It made you happy seeing her so confident after everything that had happened to her. It had taken you ages to get this side of her to come out, and she was thankful that you were patient with her as she came out of her shell little by little.

You bit your lip, eyeing your floral surroundings. The two of you were in the middle of a flower field, a plethora of colors, shapes, and sizes towering just on the outskirts of your spread out picnic blanket.

"Who are you and what have you done with Jennifer Honey?" You tease, earning a small laugh from her.

"I can take it back if you want—" She goes to slide off your lap, but your arms wrap around her waist, and pull her flush against your chest.

"Oh no, darling. You've started something, and I think it's only fair that you finish it."

Her eyes dilated ever so slightly at your words before her arms wrapped gracefully around your neck. Brown orbs flicked from your eyes down to your lips, silently begging for them.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You were first to make the move, lips smashing against hers in a needy kiss. Her lip movements were gentle yet firm while her hands carefully snaked through your hair, meticulously avoiding pulling at your strands.

It amazed you how gentle she was no matter the situation. Whatever she happened to be doing, she did it as gracefully and calmly as she could. However in the moment, your sweet Jenny had thrown all she knew to the side to allow room for lust. Hips carefully moved themselves to hover over just one of your thighs as she sat up on her knees.

You instantly caught onto her not so subtle movements, hands dipping underneath her dress to slowly drag her lace thong down her legs. She followed your hand movements to allow you to remove the fabric off of her completely, lifting her legs when prompted.

Bodies never parted as Jennifer lowered herself onto your thigh, her cool wetness prominently dripping onto your skin as she sat herself down. Your hands guided her slightly curvaceous hips at a slow pace, back and forth along your thigh.

"Mmm," She lowly hummed, head lulling to the side and allowing you access to her bare neck.

You move her short hair away with your hand, and being your face to her neck. Light pecks turn into wet kisses, that ultimately led to the sucking and nibbling of the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. Hickeys we're placed meticulously along her neckline, leading down towards her exposed collarbone.

Your grip along her hips tighten, nails just barely digging into her smooth skin as you quicken her pace to allow for more pleasure.

"How does it feel, angel?"

Fingers toyed with your hair before sliding back to your face, soft hands placing themselves along your cheekbones and pulling you into a sweet kiss.

"Soo good. . ." She lowly moaned.

Mouths clashed in unison with lustful moans reverberating off your lips. Your hands left her hips to lean yourself back against your hands, wanting a better view of the scene before you.

You nodded your head with a gentle smile on your lips, encouraging her to keep going so you could watch.

Jennifer had moved her hands to your thigh to support herself, along with her movements that quickly grew frantic.

"I-I'm so—"

"I know my sweet, let go. Let go for me."

You eyed as the teacher came undone before you, movements slowing as she rode out her high. Sweat trickled down her chest, both the heat from the sun and from inside her body toying with her.

An elongated moan filled your ears when she grabbed your hand to place between her legs. Her wetness coated your fingers. Hips bucked when your fingers teased her entrance.

"Please. . ." Jen pleaded, "More. . ." She whimpered at your teasing fingers.

"My not-so-innocent little Jenny," You toyed, "If only others knew how much of a dirty little mind you had behind those pretty eyes."

Her head felt empty, the feeling of your fingers playing with her but not doing anything was almost too much for her to handle.

"But, you're always so good for me. How could I ever say no to you?"

She gasped when three fingers slipped past her entrance, stretching out her inner walls. The pain was only temporary when pleasure completely took over her body.

"Oh my—" Jennifer's eyes closed, head falling back with her mouth agape.

Jen's hips followed your movements, bucking them with every thrust. Small tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, begging to fall with each press of your palm against her sensitive bud. Her walls threatened to close around your fingers when she was at the cusp of her second orgasm.

You felt her arousal drip down your hand but didn't let that stop you from continuing to pleasure the brunette moaning at your touch. Small tears fell from her eyes when you kept your movement's strong.

"I can't!" She shook her head while golden eyes met with yours, pupils completely blown out.

"You can, sweet thing. You're doing so good for me, just one more, okay?" You gave her a reassuring kiss.

"Okay," She mumbled out breathlessly, breath hitching in her throat at the curve of your fingers that hit her in just the right spot. "Fuck!" Her eyes widened at her own words, as she was not one to ever use expletives.

You raise your brow at her sudden swearing, with a smirk toying at your lips, "Such a naughty little thing. . . That sounded so hot coming from that beautiful voice of yours." This was the first time she had sworn in front of you, and it truly made you more aroused hearing a filthy word coming from such a gentle person.

"I can feel you close again, don't hold it back." You pressed your lips against hers in a sweet notion, wanting to ease her through her third orgasm. "You're doing amazing."

Jennifer pressed her forehead against yours, numerous moans filling your ears that grew closer together just before her legs shook frantically around your thigh. She unintentionally pulled your hair as she came, eliciting a low hum from you at both the pain and the pleasure from the quick action.

Her body stilled, allowing you to remove your fingers from her cunt. Tears continued rolling down her cheeks when she moved her body from on top of yours to shakily sit next to you.

"You did such a good job for me, angel!" You clutch her cheeks, kissing her tears away to your best ability, "My good girl." You swipe your thumb lovingly along her flushed cheek.

She returns your smile, exhaustion prominently spreading across her facial features from the effects of her multiple orgasms. You give her another kiss, this time more passionately than before.

"How are you feeling?" You genuinely ask her after examining her for any uncertainty or uncomfortableness.

"Tired," She admitted, doing her best to stifle a yawn that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"How about we pack all of this away, take you home to a nice warm bath to clean you up, then take a well deserved nap in each others arms. Does that sound good?"

Her eyes lit up at your words, a hot bath and a nap sounding amazing to her in this moment. "Sounds like heaven." She smiled warmly at you.

"Good, now let's get you up." You stood up with a grunt, holding your hand out for her to take. Her hand slid in yours, and for a second after she stood up, you thought her wobbly legs would make her fall but she took it like a champ.

You allowed her to step to the side while you tucked everything away in the picnic basket, which she appreciated you for from her tired state.

After getting to the car, your sweet Jenny was quick to lay her head against you, your arm wrapping around her to play with the soft strands of her hair. Her manicured hand rested softly on your inner thigh.

Not even a minute into the short drive home, quiet snores could be heard from the woman next to you, sleep completely taking over her from the days events.

You couldn't help but smile at her sleeping figure, legs tucked underneath her in a comfortable sleeping position. Fingers refused to leave her hair even while she was out cold, as you knew the second you stopped, she would awaken just to tell you to keep going.

#fanfic #smut #matilda #miss honey #jennifer honey #wlw smut #lesbiansmut

[reidslovely]

That’s the Price: Honeymoon (Chapter Three)

Authors Note: Sorry for disappearing- college is hard. I think the title says it all! Based on the Lana song, and her best album tbh. This chapter is a fan service chapter really- whores (lovingly)- the next few chapters will put us into the climax(ish). I truly have no idea how long this series will be, so hang around if you want <3

Pairing: Mob! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Content Warnings: THIS IS A SMUT CHAPTER, SO PLEASE 18+ ONLY. Choking, Breeding kink, Peter holds (Y/N) down. Ownership, oral (fem recieving) If I missed anything let me know.

As always please reblog and leave a comment if you’d like!!

Sand stuck to the bottom of (Y/N)’s feet as she laid her body out on the cushioned wood of the chair. Those pesky grains falling back to the ground. Her wet, tired body finally giving out under the sun that hung over Italy, arguably the best place to be tired. 

“For the misses.” 

In a cartoonish manner a drink appeared in front of her. As she reached out for it she thanked the lady with a smile, and a quick ‘grazie’ before sipping on the fruity mixture. Had she known a honeymoon could be so relaxing, she wouldn’t have turned down the offer for the first one. Her skin was tanned, and there was nothing to worry about. Everything was taken care of for them: dinner, cleaning- nothing was left undone. What made it better? Peter was always in arms reach. There was no scary what if, or anxiety if he’d come home after a meeting. These last two weeks were a teeny tiny bite of normalcy, the two desperately needed. 

This was heaven. 

Lowering her sunglasses (Y/N) caught a glimpse of Peter walking out of the water, his surfboard dropping onto the sand as he started to strip off the wetsuit. Her eyes raking over his chest, even from this distance she could count the scars that lined his chest. The fresh wounds, ones she had cleaned hours before their flight, were finally starting to heal. Sliding her glasses back up her face, she leaned back on the cushion of the chair watching his walk to her. 

“Waves kick your ass?” She asked, her sweet tone only adding to the faux sting of offense on her husband's face. 

“Italy makes you mean, dove.” 

Peter’s body collapsed on top of hers, (Y/N) tilted her head back at the impact of his body, a laugh escaping her. Her red fingernails dragged over his back lightly, tracing heart shapes on his toned back as she stared down at him. “I think Italy makes you very handsome.”

Peter’s breath fanned against her collarbone as he laughed, her eyes would take the shape of hearts if they could. 

“You flatter me, bubbeleh.” 

(Y/N) hummed leaning down for a kiss, her hands traveling up to his cheeks holding him in the kiss. Peter lifted himself up over her in the lounge, his hands holding himself up by the arms of the chair. This honeymoon was the most physical the couple had been since the start of their marriage. Peter saw (Y/N) as something made of glass, something he had to handle carefully as he plowed into her. Cradling her head in his hands as he told her how beautiful she looked under him, telling her he was going to make sure everyone knew how beautiful he found her after getting her pregnant. A guttural, primal moan falling from his lips as she came undone under him, milking his cock. She wasn’t just glass, she was a piece of blue china that belonged behind glass to be admired, and held carefully.

Lost in her memory, it took Peter’s fingers brushing under her bikini line to pull her back. (Y/N)’s hands reached down wrapping around his wrist, pulling them to rest on her tummy. “Easy, tiger. Remember where we are.” She whispers breathlessly. Peter dropped his head to her shoulder, a laugh escaping his lips. 

“I just..I get so wrapped up in you.”

He peppered kisses against her lips, not allowing her to respond. 

“I feel you and there’s this immediate response. I get carried away, you make me so weak.”

(Y/N) giggled against his lips, her hands resting against his chest. She turned her head looking around the beach. They were the only ones there, no one would tell or see if she had let Peter just slip her bottoms off. Her head had leaned back as Peter moved his kisses down her neck, between her breasts. 

There was a shuffling of feet, and a brief gasp that caught them off guard. “Mr. Parker, I- I’m sorry but you have a phone call” “Tell them to wait, I’m doing some important business.” Peter had waved the call off, looking at (Y/N), ignoring the outstretched phone. 

“It’s your aunt.”

Peter kissed (Y/N)’s cheek lovingly reaching for the phone. “Head back to the house, dove. Get cleaned up, we have dinner plans.”

(Y/N) nodded in response, wiggling herself out from under Peter. Giggling at the sound of May scolding Peter for almost brushing her off. She slipped her shoes on, and tied the beach cover around her body as she started her walk back up to the villa. 

Hot water ran over her body, washing the awful mix of sunscreen and sand off her body. Her eyes screwed shut as she ran her hands over her body, her body still on edge from the slightest pleasure she felt on the beach. Her hands lingering on her chest for a little longer than usual, cupping and squeezing as the suds washed off her body. Her thumbs raked over her hard nipples before sliding down the sides of her body and back to her hair ringing it out. She turned off the shower, and walked out wrapping the silk robe around herself. 

“Mrs. Parker.” Peter greeted her from the doorway, causing her to jump slightly. 

“You scared me, how long were you standing there?” 

Peter smirked as he stalked towards her, his hands laying over the silk of her hips. “Long enough to see you fondle yourself.” 

“Pervert.” Laughs (Y/N) softly, her hands resting on his forearms. 

“Oh my Dove, you don’t even know the half of it.” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning in his grip to face towards the mirror- the image of the two of them, the picture of domestic bliss. “Need to shower. Laid you out a dress, I hope you don’t mind.” 

“Of course I don’t” 

Her eyes didn’t leave the mirror as she watched him undress, he tossed a mischievous smile over his shoulder at her. She felt her face flood with heat, turning back to her reflection as she started to fix her hair. 

Her eyes couldn't help but wonder at his figure in the shower, the way his muscles flexed. Peter wouldn’t ever accept the compliments she showered him with, the only thing Peter saw beauty in was in her. When putting himself next to her he saw a mess of a man, someone so undeserving of her. 

“Go get dressed, because if you’re still in here when I get out we won’t make it to the reservation.”

(Y/N) laughed, setting her makeup bag and hair brush in the top drawer. “At this point I wouldn’t complain. I love your- our business but I didn’t really think we’d be doing deals on our honeymoon.” She whined, stomping her feet as she walked out. Her fingers danced over the satin of the green dress that laid on the foot of the bed. 

“I know but this is the only one, I promise. It is one that was set up long before our wedding.” Peter tsked as he crossed the threshold of the bedroom, his towel around his waist as he stared down (Y/N). “We can fake nice can’t we?” 

Peter’s hands held her face in his hands, his wet hair dripping down his face as she stared at him. (Y/N) put on her best fake smile, but the longer she stared at him the more genuine it grew. “Just for a little while?” 

“An hour max, then we will get gelato from that little place you liked so much and if you’re well behaved I might have a little treat of my own.” 

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped in a laugh as she swatted Peter’s hand away from her face. “Go get dressed.” She laughed, her hands pulling at the strings of her robe. The soft fabric dropped to the floor, as she walked past Peter. She could feel him practically glued to her backside as she shifted through the drawer of the dresser. Tossing black briefs over her shoulder, Peter caught them like it was nothing. Damn him and his dumb reflexes. Sliding the purple lace up over her legs, she kept her eyes down fighting the heat rising through her body as Peter stared her down. 

“Can I-“

“Get on the dresser.” 

There was no denying Peter Parker what he wanted, a chill ran all over her body. “I just got these on.”

“Yes and you look gorgeous my dove, but I want them off and you on the dresser..please. I’m changing plans a little.”  

Peter now stood behind her watching her chest rise and fall, and the smile fighting her features. 

“But dinner, you have people waiting.”

With a huff Peter turned her, and lifted her onto the dresser. “Do you want to wait? Yes or no?”

(Y/N) shook her head, she didn’t want to wait, she just liked to hear him convince her. “No, I just like to hear you beg.” That made Peter laugh, bumps covering her body feeling his nose trail against her neck as his fingers worked into the line of the panties. 

“Oh I’ll beg, but never the way you do. Isn’t that right, Dove? Bunny?..Slut? Which are you gonna be tonight?” Peter whispered loud enough for her to hear, his mouth wrapping around her nipple. Her mouth dropped open in shock, but no sound escaped. Peter smirked against her breast, hearing the thumping of her heart loud and clear in his ears. 

“Now listen to me very closely. I am gonna go down on you right now.” Peter pulled away to talk, placing a tender kiss on the middle of her chest. “Then during dinner you’re gonna be so good, and polite to the investor. Then..” Peter pulled his gaze to her, looking in her eyes. (Y/N) smiled blissfully at him, her legs spreading from the look alone. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as he trailed a hand over her thigh. “Then, we’ll come home and I’m gonna make sure you leave this trip nice and full. We’ll have a baby on the way come September.” 

It was simple, she was going to get pregnant on this trip no matter what Peter had to do. He made that clear as soon as they had touched down in Italy two weeks ago. She couldn’t complain, he’d make a wonderful father: he wanted to make her new motherly desire real.

“How does that sound Dove?” 

Peter’s voice carried from between her knees, she hadn’t even noticed him dropping to his knees. His nose bumped against her clothed clit, pulling a hiss from between her lips. “It sounds great Pete.” She smiles down at him, his fingers tugging the purple fabric down her legs tossing them somewhere in the room. 

“I still can’t fathom that this..” He reached up pulling her closer to the edge, her legs opening to show her pussy to him. “is mine.” Peter breathed out against her thigh, placing a tender kiss on her inner thigh. His lips kissed against her clit softly, before letting his tongue circling over the bud. Long fingers teased at her wetness, Peter choked on a moan. 

Her head leaned back against the mirror, her hand grasping onto his hair as a loud moan fumbled out of her mouth. His fingers thrusting in and out of her, his assault on her clit pushing her so far so quick. “I can..god.” She fought for her words, laughing at herself through the pleasure. He made her the best type of pathetic. Peter pulled off her clit, finally coming for air, his thumb took his mouth's place rubbing slow, taunting circles around her clit. 

“You can cum, come on baby. Come on Dove.” 

His encouragement flustered her, (Y/N)'s chest grew with warmth as she looked down at her husband between her thighs. This was love, it was the small things; like going down on her on a dresser. Peter dived back between her thighs, fingers pumping in and out of her. Licking at her clit, drawing her closer to the end of the rope. Their moans mixed, (Y/N)’s grip on Peter’s hair tightening as she finished on his face. Both chests heaving up and down, Peter’s slick face coming up to kiss her. 

It was all she thought about during dinner. The kiss they shared still lingered on her lips, if she focused on it long enough she could taste it. The chill of Peter’s wedding ring on his finger drew her out of her thoughts. “Did you hear the question Dove?” His sweet voice carried in her ear, she turned her head from her husband to the two men across the table. 

“No, I’m sorry.” 

“You’re fine. We’ve been talking business, we've probably bored you half to death.” The dark haired man laughed. (Y/N) smiled in response, her hand holding tightly onto Peter’s under the table. 

“When are you two planning on having kids? That was my question.” 

(Y/N) looked at Peter, her excitement peaking through. “Soon hopefully.” Her eyes followed back to the older man, smiling at him. 

“I remember you both from when you were just babies. Your families were an interesting mix..Ben never cared much for Tony.” Alfred says looking between (Y/N) and Peter. The mention of his name set a dark feeling through the couple. Tony Mathers had disappeared after Harry dropped him at the hospital, the last image of him was him getting in a black car leaving the hospital. (Y/N) kissed the back of Peter’s hand, the scaring and brushing having gone down but not left completely. “Are you going to arrange relationships for your kids?” Alfred’s voice pulled the two out of their own world and back into the moment.

“No.” Peter was quick to answer. “No, I would never ask my kid to do what we did. They need to find pure love, organic. (Y/N) and I just got lucky to have that.” His fingers brushed against her cheek causing her to blush. 

“You’re a beautiful couple. Reminds me of my Marisa and I when we were your age.” The older man thought for a minute before signing the papers in front of him. “You just found yourself a new investor Mr. Parker.” 

The two men stood thanking each other with a hug. (Y/N) stood behind Peter, shaking Alfred's hand graciously. “Don’t worry about the bill, I know the owner. Go enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.” 

(Y/N) slipped her shawl over her arms, her hand reaching out for Peter’s. Who quickly found her hand, engulfing it with his pulling her out the doors of the restaurant and into the car. (Y/N) quickly gave their driver address, before closing the partition. 

“I love hearing you speak. I don’t care if it’s Italian, Portuguese, though May is hoping you’ll take up some hebrew.” Peter laughs, pulling her closer into his side kissing her nose. Having spent the night talking about business and babies, the mix did something interesting to him. There would be no time for gelato tonight. (Y/N) giggled, her hands flattening out his white button down. 

“Trying, I’m trying!”

Peter’s hand snaked up her thigh watching her, (Y/N) could drown in the shine that was in his eyes. Whenever he looked at her there was a specific brown glaze to them, she wanted to sink into him. Find a home in his ribs. “Remember our plan?” 

“Yes..” She whispered. Her eyes brushing over his soft features, a contrast to the thoughts no doubt dancing through his head. “Yes..Daddy.” 

“Neshama sheli.”

The words fell from her lips before she could stop them, it was a name they played around with once. But hadn’t tried since, till tonight. (Y/N)’s lips pulled up into a smile seeing Peter’s excitement grow on his face. The car came to a jolting stop, breaking the intense connection between the two. Quick thank you’s where muttered to the driver, as the lovers rushed out in a race to the door. (Y/N) walked ahead of Peter, rushing to get inside the villa. Once she was in, her muscle memory carried herself up the steps and to their bedroom. Pretending to go about her nightly routine, she stripped from her satin dress and into the baby blue nighty she had hung on the bathroom door. She admired herself in the mirror, taking in the memory of just hours prior. Another figure lingered behind her in the mirror, Peter unbuttoned his shirt starring her down. 

The nickname alone brought a warmth over her, she turned from the mirror to her husband. Staring at him with her loving, doe-like eyes; Peter almost flattered and lost the confidence he built. 

“Yes, Daddy?” 

It was back. 

“C’mere.” As he motioned her forward, she tried to hide the smile on her face. Playing her role of confused housewife well. 

“What were my rules for after dinner?”

(Y/N) pondered for a minute before Peter started to walk her forward to the bed, his hands gripping on her hips. She giggled out, shrugging her shoulders. “Dunno.” Peter’s disappointed tsk could be heard from behind her, she loved playing this game. 

“We really need to work on your listening Dove.” 

Her excited laughs filled the room, as he spun her to face him. Peter captured her lips in a kiss, as he laid her out on the bed. He pulled back, finishing the last few buttons on his shirt. “I said.” He started as he began unbuttoning his pants. “If I remember correctly. I was going to get you nice and pregnant, was it not?” Peter climbed between her legs pushing her further up the bed, pushing the nighty up her hips.  (Y/N) watched him in awe. It was her turn to show him what she had for him. 

“Oh yeah..” She replied sweetly, her legs lazily parting, flashing her bare cunt. The growl Peter let out was primal, his head dropping forward. “Are you okay Daddy?” 

Peter placed soft kisses along her knee cap, up her thigh, all the way to her center. “’m perfect. In heaven actually, sweets.” His queens accent drew out from between her thighs, as she squeezed her thighs around him. There was no warning as Peter began to devour her for a second time that night, his tongue drawing circles around her clit, sliding down and dipping into her hole. Her legs twitched, still sensitive from earlier. Peter’s moans vibrated through her, as he rubbed his harderend cock against the mattress.

“Daddy..daddy please. No more just fuck me.”

“Oh no..no, I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m going to put a baby in you- that’s different then fuckin’” He grinned, lifing his head up kissing back up her body. In a flip of a switch Peter’s hands wrapped around her forearms pressing her deeper into the mattress. His hard cock pressed against her thigh, his precum leaking out on her thigh. 

“Do you realize that? How it’s different, dove?” 

All she could respond with was a dumb smile that surely set a fire deep in both of their stomachs. 

“Cause yeah, when I fuck you I’m deep in you. But this? What I’m about to do to you I’m deeper than ever, you’re milking me.” As Peter’s words spilled out of his mouth in a mumble of pleasure, his cock pressed against her hole teasingly. 

(Y/N) tilted her head back, little moans leaving her mouth as Peter slid in. His teeth latching down on the center of her neck, letting out a moan that only came from a deep dark place. It was so aggressive, making her insides feel like they shook. The only feeling that compared was the scream she let out as Peter pushed deep inside her, his hand replacing his spot on her neck. Squeezing ever so gently, as he looked down at her soaking in the moment. 

“I love you Peter.” She whispered, looking up at him. Peter kissed her lips gently, contrasting from the grip on her neck. 

“I love you too, Dove. So much.” 

His hips started with slow, deep thrusts; his lips still resting against hers. (Y/N) bit down on his lip in reaction, drawing a gasp from him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling herself up for a better angle. Taking the hint Peter had picked up his movements, the hand on her neck squeezing before dropping to her hip grabbing hard enough to leave a bruise. 

“God, do you feel that? How deep..how deep I am in you?” He fumbled with the words, broken and mixed in pleasure. (Y/N) nodded, her hands sliding up his forearms to his biceps digging her nails into his arm, in pleasure. 

“Yeah, s’good.” She whimpers out, closing her eyes. Tightening her legs around him, she clenched her pussy around him begging for it at this point. 

“God, do that again and I’m not gonna last.” Peter groaned, his head dropping alongside his demeanor. (Y/N) took it as a dare, clenching herself around him once again. The hand on her hips pushed between her legs rubbing her sensitive nub. 

“Need you to come first. Then I’ll give you what you want. I’ll get you nice and pregnant, you- you’ll look s’pretty.” 

Her legs trembled around him, broken wines falling from her lips as the bundle of pleasure finally snapped. Finishing on his cock, her legs tightening once again holding him in place as he finished deep inside her. Peter dropped his weight on top of his wife, (Y/N) not even having the energy to push him off. 

As they laid there catching their breath, Peter kept himself snug inside her his hand rubbing a mix of patterns on her stomach. (Y/N) giggled, breaking the loving silence, she kissed him lifting a tired arm to run through his curls. Peter peppered loving kisses on her collarbone, she squirmed at the tickle of his stubble. (Y/N) closed her eyes for only a minute, waiting to get up as Peter was still nestled inside her. 

She woke up late the next morning, clean and clothed. The left side of the bed empty, she sat up rubbing her eyes looking around the room- balcony doors open and the wind pushing the curtains through the air. Looking to her left, she smiled, letting out a school girl giggle. The pink hydrangeas sitting beautifully in the sun of the room. She plucked the card off the top reading Peter’s chicken scratch, before laying back down and watching the distant waves of the beach.

“So you can listen to instructions.” Peter’s teasing voice came from the doorway holding a tray of breakfast. He sat the tray on the ottoman reaching for a pillow. He sat her up, and adjusted her hips up. (Y/N) watched him lovingly, the feeling of safety and adoration washing over her. This was home, and even with the changes coming nothing would take them away from each other.

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Not Leaving

Chapter 36

Parings: Steve Kemp x Noa

Summary: What if Noa hadn't managed to kill Steve and hadn't been able to get away, what would have happened. 

Alternative ending to Fresh were Steve wins against the fight between Noa, Molly and Penny

Warnings: Dom/sub, Psychopath, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Captive, Handcuffs, Medical torture, Light bondage, Blood, Controlling

Noa didn’t sleep well that night. Her mind was fixated on Steve and his work. She felt like an idiot, turning up at that practice and asking for her husband who didn’t even work there. Then she felt guilty for accusing Steve of lying. He had done nothing but help Noa since the accident, comforting her when she was feeling low, helping her with every memory he could. The whole thing was getting to her, and she felt like she was going crazy. No doubt the woman behind the desk in the practice thought she was.

Steve had his arm wrapped around her tightly all night, the warmth of his body comforting Noa as she couldn’t sleep and she laid there awake, staring forwards into the darkness. His low breaths were soothing. She had the urge to pee and so she tried to slip out of Steve's tight grip, his arm only tightening as she moved, and he murmured under his breath.

“Don’t” he grumbled, and she smiled down at him.

“I have to pee” she whispered, and he chuckled, releasing her from his grip.

“Fine, but hurry” he said half asleep and Noa padded to the bathroom. Upon looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed the heavy dark bags under her eyes, the puffiness in her cheeks. All this worrying was for nothing. Steve wasn’t even mad at her for accusing him, but Noa couldn’t shake the feeling off her. She was letting this get to her to easily. Right now, her mind was her worst enemy.

After splashing some cold water on her face, she padded back into bed, Steve immediately wrapping himself around her, kissing her shoulder softly and Noa snuggled into the pillows, finally catching some sleep.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Steve asked that morning in the kitchen.

“Some, think I was just thinking about what happened yesterday” she sighed.

“Noa, I told you I’m not mad, and it’s not your fault” he assured her.

“I know, I know, I just… feel bad” she whispered, and Steve cupped her cheek.

“Well don’t, okay. And I promise from now on not to forget my lunch” he held a hand to his heart and Noa giggled, leaning up to kiss him.

“I’ll see you after work” he murmured lovingly to her before jogging out the house to head to work.

Some fresh air would do Noa some good, so she decided to take an extra-long walk with Bobby, plugging in her headphones. There was a beautiful trail leading around a woodland area where dogs could be let off and was quiet. Bobby trotted happily next to Noa, his tongue out and tail wagging, nose sniffing the ground as if he was scouting out the many squirrels that lived around the woods. He was not the biggest fan of them.

As Noa walked the trail, she noticed a small stand with two young ladies behind. One had long brown hair and the other short blonde hair. There were flyers and what looked to be small cupcakes on a silver tray. As she walked closer, she noticed a small sign on the front.

Town Bake Sale.

Noa and Steve mostly kept to themselves in the neighbourhood. They didn’t go to the many fundraisers or events that the town council members put on. After the accident and Noa’s recovery, she spent most of the time inside, healing her leg and arm and since then she hadn’t explored much of her neighbourhood.

Noa shuffled up to the stand, taking a little look at the tasty looking cupcakes.

“Hi there” the lady with blonde hair greeted and Noa slipped her headphones out to hear properly.

“Hi, are you having a bake sale?” she asked.

“Yes, we’ll officially tomorrow at the town hall but today we’re just promoting it, please have a cake, Lucy made them herself, we’re raising money for the children’s hospital” she said kindly and Noa picked one up. It had blue icing with silver little balls and was piped perfectly in a swirl. She took a bite and the sweet vanilla and sticky jam in the middle was heaven. She moaned in delight and looked up at the ladies.

“That’s amazing” she said.

“Oh, thank you, there’s going to be loads of baked goods tomorrow, brownies, cookies, pies” the one she assumed was Lucy said. Noa gobbled the last of the cake, wiping the small crumbs away with her tongue. It was so good she’d have another but refrained from. Perhaps the bake sale would be a good chance for her to get out.

“Do you have any space for another… I make these blueberry and white chocolate tray bakes that my husband loves” she asked, and the two ladies lit up.

“Of course, you’re welcome to join us, we start at nine but open at ten for the public, anything to raise money for the hospital”.

“Thanks, where is it?” Noa asked.

“The town hall… do you live locally?” Lucy inquired.

“Er yeah, just down the block actually, me and my husband Steve don’t get out much, but it would be nice to get out the house for a few hours” Noa smiled.

“Perfect, well I’m Lucy and this is Sarah” she pointed to the blonde lady.

“Noa” she introduced.

“Here, I’ll give you my number and if you have any questions then text me” Lucy said kindly.

“Thanks” they exchanged numbers and Noa smiled happily, feeling the tug of Bobby on the lead, she started to head off.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” she called back, and the girls waved back, shouting their goodbyes.

Noa couldn’t stop smiling when she got home, already rummaging through the cupboards to make sure she had everything to make the tray bake. They were so simple to make and didn’t take long. She’d be able to make them in the morning and have them freshly baked for the bake sale. She hoped the bake sale would give her the confidence to make friends in the neighbourhood and go out without her mind tricky her. Lucy and Sarah were so kind to invite her and let her bring her own dish she knew she had to repay them in a way. Luckily Noa had everything in to make the tray bake and she set them off to one side, an excitement buzzing inside her.

Later that day, Steve arrived home from work, running a hand through his hair and entered the kitchen to find Noa there already at the counter, chopping vegetables. He had a hard day at work and was ready to just relax with Noa. He could smell the cooking of dinner and it smelled delightful.

“Hey” he smiled, his mood instantly lighting up when he saw her. He was quick to walk over and peck her lips.

“Hi, how was work?” she asked, and he sighed heavily, pulling out two glasses and a bottle fo wine. Coffee wasn’t going to be enough for him tonight. He’d spent all day trying to anaesthetize Louise, but she just wasn’t going numb. It was frustrating for him, and he didn’t want to give a general anaesthetic. He gave up after the fourth attempt and put her back in her cell. She was way to panicked for him to do surgery on, so he decided to let her rest and try for another day. Then he had Kacey to deal with. Her constant fighting was becoming just as frustrating, but he couldn’t give her up yet, she had so much meat left on her that he needed fresh, and these clients will pay a lot of money for them.

“Busy, this one patient would go numb and then there was a fight breaking out in the reception so not what I was expecting today” he gulped down the glass of red wine, breathing heavily and turned to Noa, noticing a mischievous smile on her lips.  

“How was your day, you seem happy about something” he turned to open the fridge, desperate for a snack. He noticed a couple of what Noa believed were chicken goujons but were actually bits of breast meat in breadcrumbs. He took one out and munched on it.

“Yeah, it was good. I took Bobby on a walk and then I saw these two girls handing out cakes for people to try. They’re running a bake sale tomorrow at the town hall” she said, the hard crunch of celery echoing through the kitchen. Steve went to pour another glass of wine, desperately thirsty.

“Oh really” he said.

“Yeah, in fact I’m going tomorrow, I’m going to make those blueberry and white chocolate squares you love” Steve froze, the wine bottle almost slamming on the counter, and he turned with furrowed brows.

“What!” he said in confusion, almost caught off guard.

“It’s for charity, they said they had space, so I thought I’d help them out, plus it’s a good chance for me to get out and actually know who our neighbours are” she giggled softly at the end.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea” he said in a serious tone and Noa stopped, the knife slipping from her hand, looking over to Steve with confusion on her face.

“What are you talking about?”.

“I just think it might be too much, you’re still recovering” he argued.

“How am I going to ever recover fully if I don’t go out, I’m not going to remember anything staring at the same walls everyday”.

“You need to take it easy, all those people, it’s too much for your mind” Noa glared at him, furrowing her brows.

“You don’t know that Steve, god I’m sick of being in this house all day long” she groaned.

“You’re not a doctor Noa I am, I know what’s going to help and this is not, you’re not going” Steve growled, his anger rising. He felt his knuckles tightening on the counter.

“Sure, isolating myself from everyone is good for me, you can’t tell me what to do” Noa didn’t realise she had stepped closer to Steve in her rage and Steve huffed loudly.

“I said no!” he shouted and Noa fell silent, staring at him. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The house turned silent, and Bobby had run off to his bed, curling into a tight ball watching the argument unfold. Steve sighed, rubbing a hand on his head.

“Look I just think I might be too much, and I don’t want anything to happen to yo-Noa!” Noa turned abruptly on her feet, storming out the kitchen and running up the stairs, the door slamming and shaking the house. Steve sighed, leaning over the counter, gripping the sides.

‘Fuck’ he thought. He went too far. But he wasn’t about to let Noa slip from him. granted he didn’t have much to worry about. The neighbourhood didn’t know him well, but anything was possible. What if someone recognised Noa, knew her before she went missing for the whole time Steve took her and had her locked up in the house miles from here. He couldn’t let that happen.

Chapter 37

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sonny omg I love bimbo!reader!!! Imagine bimbo reader flaunting around in a tiny little low rise mini skirt, crop top with no bra and heels. Oblivious to the fact that her cute lacy thong keeps showing itself nestled inbetween her plump cheeks and how her pert nipples peak through her shirt. She keeps bending over in front of Curtis’ friends (other c.e. characters 👀) and moving around making her perky tits bounce with each move. a teasing little pout on her glossy plump lips and they can’t help but praise her for being such a ditz and giving them a cute little show. they even tease Curtis about taking her for a spin (if yk what I mean 😉) for being such a perfect cocktease. The tease that a girl like her is meant to be the most perfect sex toy.

“Pretty lil’ airheads like that need a cock to worship to fill up the empty space in that ditzy head of hers”

“Cute dummies like her are meant to either be bent over or laid back with those pretty legs spread wide, ready to take whatever’s given to her”

“I’d say I wanna fuck her stupid, but she already is. I wanna see how dumb she can get when she gets a cock in that cute little cunt of hers”

“Lips like that are meant to be wrapped around a cock, leaving it all shiny with her spit and the sparkles from her lipgloss”

“That perfect ass is meant to be fucked open and left gaping”

btw can i be the 🧚🏻‍♀️ anon??

oh my (hehe and yes you may !!)

the guys and all their teasing bc you’re so damn pretty and cute, all ditzy and oblivious to your bf’s friends staring at your ass. Curtis has learned to pull down the back of your skirt whenever you bend down to keep his pervy friends from drooling over your body. He even tries to mark you up extra lovingly rough one time to just get them to back off—but that only fuelled their teasing bc: “oh sweetheart, we didn’t know you liked it rough.”

“Rough?” You ask cluelessly, oblivious to the marks covering your neck, chest and upper thighs. You woke up late and barely had time to get dressed before class—you just threw on one of Curtis’ flannels over your slip dress you slept in. It was trendy now anyway! And you felt cute!

As for those last bits.. Curtis loves dumbing you down on his cock: “fuckin’ drooling all over yourself—you fucked stupid already, baby? Ah never mind, you’re already dumb, huh? Just daddy’s little dummy, taking cock like you’re made for it.”

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The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –seven.

–eight.

KENEDI’S POV

The sheer horror on Miguel’s face throughout the entire movie, made me stifle a few laughs.

He was so talkative during the entire movie , demanding answers for every scene, giving me a confused look as he did so.

“What is this?”

“Are they like vampire zombies?”

���WHY DID HE DIE?!”

I laid on my back, with my head hanging off the bed and hands on my belly, laughing controllably. My stomach started cramping at how hard I laughed, Miguel is hilarious.

“There’s nothing to laugh about.” I heard Miguel sigh.

I sat up, still laughing and crawled close to him. “It’s just a movie.”

“Why did you make me watch that?” He put a hand on his forehead, then looked at me. “It was so sad.”

I fake frowned and rubbed his toned arm. “Aw, I’m sorry Miggy.”

He perked up and looked at me.

“Miggy?”

I didn’t even realize I called him a nickname, was I that comfortable around him.

“I’m sorry if that was weird.” I removed my hand from his arm.

He held my hand, his deep brown eyes staring into mine, almost lovingly. “No, I like it. My brother calls me that, but it sounds so much better when it rolls off your tongue.”

I averted my gaze, I had this overwhelming feeling in my chest.

“Can you say it again, conejita?” His hand held mine a little tighter.

I looked back at him. “M-Miggy.”

He had this satisfying look on that handsome face of his, easing his way over to me.

My body also started getting closer to his.

I could taste his breath, that’s how close we were. I could almost feel how soft those lips of his are gonna be.

“Papá!” Gabriella’s voice startled both of us, making us back away from each other.

He let go of my hand, it burned when he did that, I liked when touched me.

“Shit, she probably had a bad dream.” Miguel got out of bed. “I’m gonna check on her.”

I scratched my head and put on a smile. “Uh, yeah, I should be getting to bed anyway.”

His expression was unreadable. “Yeah, you’re right. Good night, conejita.”

I slid out of bed and made my way to the door. “Good night, Miguel.” I zoomed down the hall and went into the guest bedroom before Miguel could come out of his room to check on Gabby.

I sat on the bed, head in hands.

This was the second time we almost kissed.

🎀

I woke up to get Gabby ready for school, packed her lunch and made breakfast. Miguel was still asleep in his room.

“Kenedi, you remember my game today, right?” She played with her scrambled eggs.

I looked up from sweeping the floor. “Of course I do, Gabby. I’ll be there, I promise.” I smiled at her.

That seemed to get her in a better mood.

“Hurry and eat, the school bus will be here soon.” I swept up the dirt and threw it in the garbage.

“Okay!” She answered.

I turned to wash my hands at the sink.

“Morning.”

I turned around to see Miguel, shirtless and yawning while rubbing his eye. My eyes were sinfully glued to his body, looking from his slightly chest to his happy trail. I bit my thumb at the sight, trying to regain composure.

“Buenos dias, Papá.” Gabriella hopped off the chair and hugged her father’s leg.

That brought me back to reality, removing my thumb from my mouth and back to my normal breathing.

“Mija!” He beamed, lifting her into the air, she giggled uncontrollably.

I smiled at the adorable scene before me. “Good morning, Miguel.”

Miguel looked at me, putting Gabby back on the floor. “Slept well?”

The rasp in his voice made my thighs press together. “I did, thank you again.”

“It’s really nothing, think of here as your second home.” His gaze never left mine.

“Tha-thank you.” I stuttered.

I mentally cursed myself for stuttering like that in front of him.

“Papá, my game is today!” Gabby jumped around.

Miguel’s smiled widely. “How could I forget that? I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

I looked out the window to see the bright yellow bus nearing. I quickly grabbed her backpack and lunch bag, handing them to her and helping her.

“Have a good day, okay?” I kneeled down and smiled.

She hugged me tightly. It was a shock to me, my heart swelled at her actions, hugging her right back. She then hugged her Father’s leg and ran out the door.

“Bye Papá! Bye Kenedi!”

“Bye!” Miguel and I said in unison, our eyes meeting each other’s.

“You’re really good with her.” He spoke. “I don’t think anyone else could do this job as good as you.

I smiled uncontrollably, looking down at my bare feet. “Th-thank you, Miguel. There’s some breakfast in the oven, if you want.”

His eyes brightened. “Oh thank you.”

I looked at the time on the stove. 8:45. I’ve got time to sit and eat breakfast.

“Would you like to eat breakfast with me? We’ve got time to burn, right?”

I honestly wasn’t expecting that request. “Uh yeah, we do. I would like that very much.”

I shared our breakfast for both of us and we sat, and ate, and talked until it was nearing my time to go to work.

“Gosh, I’ve gotta get going.” I picked up both of our plates, putting them in the sink. “My boss’ flight will arrive soon.”

Miguel sighed. “Do you really have to go?”

I laughed. “You should also get ready for work.”

He groaned, almost like he was a child.

I couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so cute.

“I love your laugh.”

My laughter ended at his surprising comment. His eyes looked at me so softly, almost dreamily.

“Thank you.” My voice trembled. “I’m gonna get ready.”

🎀

Finally off from work, I went home to shower before going to Gabby’s soccer game. I pulled my braids into a ponytail with a pink ribbon, slid on a brown nike hoodie, pink shorts and my favorite pair of baby pink converse.

All the parents cheered for their children, clapping loudly and calling their names.

I cheered for Gabby, she’s number 8. She looked around, spotting me with the happiest look on her face.

“Go Gabby, that’s my baby!” An unfamiliar voice cheered.

I turned around to see a gorgeous woman with long, dark brown hair, tan skinned and dark red lipstick, she almost looked like..Gabby?

My eyes widened in realization. That is Gabby’s mother…Miguel’s ex wife, she has to be. I’ve never seen her before, but it has to be her.

She’s a bombshell, wow.

My phone vibrated. I turned back around to check it, it was a text from Miguel.

Miguel

Just arrived to the school

Me

Okay

I twisted my lips, contemplating on if I should tell him his ex wife is here, maybe he knows, right?

It took no time for Miguel to find me, greeting me with that charming smile of his.

“Conejita, how’s the game going?”

Looking up at him, I smiled. “Ga—”

“Miiiggguuueeelll!” Before I knew it, arms were around Miguel’s shoulders.

I looked back to see her, Miguel’s ex wife, standing on the bleachers to reach his level. I bit my inner cheek and continued watching the game, trying not to seem bothered.

Miguel’s loud sigh made me look back at the pair. He didn’t look too pleased, removing her arms from his shoulders.

“Oh come on, so grumpy all the time.” She rolled her eyes, stepping in between me and Miguel.

They looked perfect together.

Miguel looked over her head to look at me, giving me an almost apologetic look. “Kenedi, this is Lorelai, Gabriella’s mother.”

“You can say ex wife too, you know?” Her eyes rolled, then she looked to me. “Nice to meet you, so you’re Kenedi.”

I grew nervous. “Ye-yes.”

“Gabby talks about you all the time, thank you for taking care of her.” She pulled some of her hair back.

“It’s really no problem.” I gave her a nervous smile.

Lorelai flashed me an almost blinding smile. Was she just perfect in every way?

🎀

Next: –nine.

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Welcome to my Sweetheart

Ep6

Gloria was purring contently as she laid next to Dick. Dick chuckled as he stroked Gloria's soft fur lovingly. He leaned down closer to kiss Gloria goodnight and then placed a tender kiss on top of her head. Gloria licked his nose making Dick chuckle again. You were watching them from where you stood. Gloria purred contentedly as Dick rubbed her belly. Suddenly he stopped petting Gloria's soft fur and turned to face you. "What did chief say?" he asked you while taking a slice of pizza from the box in front of him. You sighed. "He wasn't the happiest but… after last time he has no right to tell us what to do so…" you said calmly while shrugging your shoulders. Dick nodded in understanding, understanding what you meant. "So he does believe that Pierce shit is interested in you?" he asked sarcastically. He tried to conceal his hurt feelings behind a mask of indifference. "That's why he can't cross you huh?" he continued. You bit your lower lip and lowered your head, felt ashamed for some reason you don't know yourself. When you lifted your head again, Dick met your eyes with a look of worry on his face. "Do you think this guy would make a move on you?" he asked you seriously. "No no. God… please no." you muttered. You didn't want this kind of relationship. Not with a man like him anyway. "He's terrible. I don't want anyone like him near me." you continued. Dick looked slightly relieved at your response. You were surprised to see him relieved though. Was it because he thought you wanted him? That's impossible. "Was that relief I saw on your face Grayson?" you asked, amusement in your voice. Dick laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck nervously. This made you even more curious. "Did you think if he'd ever ask me out I'd say yes?" you asked him in shock. You couldn't believe he actually took the time to consider if you'd accept a date with him. "I can't believe you Dick." you exclaimed. Dick blushed embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "No Y/n. You got it wrong." he said firmly. You raised your eyebrow in disbelief as he shook his head. You had never seen him act like that. "I almost thought that you're jealous Dick." you said as you crossed your arms against your chest and stared at him. You couldn't help but notice the slight flush on his cheeks. Dick didn't say anything. He just remained silent. You walked towards him slowly with a smirk on your lips. He gulped nervously as you were approaching him. He quickly averted his gaze from yours. When you finally reached him you leaned close to him. "You were jealous?" you asked him. Dick just stayed silent and avoided eye contact with you. You tilted his chin so that he would meet your eyes. "Answer me Dick." you whispered seductively into his ear. He gulped nervously and slowly looked up at you. He gazed deeply into your eyes as he slowly inched his face closer to yours. You noticed how your heart skipped a beat. You watched as he slowly began to lean closer until his lips were millimetres apart from yours. You could hear his heavy breathing as he breathed heavily on you. The sound of the knocked door startled both of you causing you to pull back. You stepped backwards while Dick looked around frantically, trying to get rid of the flustered expression on his face. You cleared your throat awkwardly, looking away from him. "I'll get it." you said as you rushed to the door. You opened it to find Barbara standing at the doorway, her arms full of groceries. "Hey Y/n!" she exclaimed happily as she entered the apartment.

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[misscammiedawn]

50 Days of HypnoFetishes - Preamble

Should you wish to just get to the kinky stuff and ignore my ramblings, scroll down to Day 1.

Ella Enchanting made a post where she will go over 50 fetishes over the course of a month.

I happen to be an asexual deeply involved in hypnokink and as a matter of exploring my sexuality, providing context for my partners and giving an opportunity for individuals to springboard off of my concepts and build off of my ideas, I wish to post 50 days worth of scenes and suggestions within hypnoplay and elaborate on why they bring me such joy.

Firstly, I want to make a ground rule clear. I am presently a sex-repulsed asexual. Experiencing physical arousal is a huge negative for me, whether it be a matter of gender dysphoria, trauma triggers or just hating the way my mind and body are impacted, I am deterred by arousal. That alone makes my perspective a little unapproachable to the majority of the community I share. Even sex ambivalent asexuals do not tend to have such a relationship with their sexuality.

For that reason I wish to make it clear, before starting that when I describe things as hot, I am referring to an exalted drive within the heart that multiplies passions and creates a high. The best way I can relate it is the emotional peaks of being at a rock concert or sporting event when the crowd erupt into a frenzy of applause and euphoria. Granted one would not say that it was hot when The Packers pulled off a 2 point conversion in the 4th, so it is not a 1-1 comparison. But there is a firm difference in my body and mind between aroused (good) and aroused (bad) and that's the nearest I can equate it to. I look for emotional climax, not physical. I wish I had better vocabulary for it than that.†

Which is why hypnosis is such a draw for me, because there is so cerebral. I am able to maneuver within a scene on either side of the watch with as much degree of comfort as I wish to be afforded. In fact, scenes where I specifically cannot and do not touch my partner are hot as fuck. My first entry to this challenge will explain further.

During these posts I will make it clear when I am talking from a Top perspective and a Bottom perspective and how I interpret the allure. Pulling someone's hair and listening to them whimper for me is not equal to being put in front of a keyboard and told to stare through the screen and let my fingers type. They are both delightful and scenes that bring a lot of joy, but one has a heat and exchange of passion and power, the other is a release which typically ends with a sudden rush of emotions in an explosive array as the impact of the scene is realized. If you read through my posts you may find that that sense of smoldering intensity drawn out versus the powerful rush of a cluster of emotions are what the majority of my interest boils down to.

That all said, let me share my intrigues with you!

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50 Days of HypnoFetish - Day 1: Unwinnable Conditions

Alignment: Top driven desire.

I have written on this topic more than once. Feel free to check some of my prose built off of this intrigue.

I consider myself a Fae. Less a gender and more an aesthetic. I love the idea of binding a partner to a contract and finding that they are stuck between my contradicting messages and see just how they react. Of course, I tend to have things laid out in my head when I begin a scene like that which is designed to draw about the reaction I want.

"There's a difference between a command and a compulsion" is the opening line to one of the stories I wrote about giving a partner the powerful desire to kiss me and hitting them with a freeze trigger. If hypnotists had special moves, this would be my 3-bar Super. The idea is so very simple. Tempt a partner with something they want.

'With every passing second you'll find my lips to become a focus, a temptation. Feel my words lace lovingly around your heart and pull you closer. With every word you wish more and more to kiss me, to taste my lips, to feel my passion match yours. Memories of each kiss can just flood back to the edge of your senses as you continue to desire it, as you feel your lips magnetized to mine. Surrendering all resistance as it is melted away by this powerful desire that overrides your senses. Want turns to desire. Desire turns to crave. Crave turns to yearn. Yearning becoming compulsion. You are compelled. You must kiss. Need to kiss.'

The idea is to build a smoldering fire which catches and turns into a raging inferno all stuck behind the dam of a trigger. That passion and power will continue to increase until given the "kiss me" trigger. Then all that built up desire will erupt in one go and draw a partner close as I forcibly slam them with a single word.

"FREEZE."

And watch them stop on the spot.

Then I take my time. Admire the look plastered upon their face... particularly their eyes. I have done this suggestion so many times and each and every time I have done it the eyes remain fully animated. I have seen burning desire, pouting disappointment, fierce determination, submissive acceptance and confusion which typically melts into one of the previously listed emotions.

That's when my fun begins.

To orbit a partner (within their comfort level) and tease them delicately in their frozen state, brush a hand down their hair, place my finger to their lips, whisper so close to their ear that they feel my lips graze their skin. Tell them how that desire to kiss is still building. How soon enough they will be given their reward, but I just wish to let them simmer a moment. Perhaps I'll repeat the trigger a few more times, ramp up their yearning until it almost threatens to break the strength of the freeze command.

Every second the intimate connection between hypnotist and hypnotee grows and the hypnotee is kept in a position where they very much wish to obey the original compulsion but are bound by the overriding command.

My downfall is that I often give them the ability to speak and whimper, because I like to hear the pleading as the submissive headspace overrides senses and leads to a scenario where all they have is their words to convince me that I should release them from this teasing cage of my power...

As a note, for a specific partner, this scene works just as well with bondage and being outside of their range of movement. Feeling them struggle against their restraints is quite lovely. Though I much prefer the complete and total control that the freeze offers.

See, with the freeze, it's that flirtation with hubris that truly makes this scene a delight for me. The way that I am tempting fate. The only thing holding my partner back in those moments is their obedience and I am actively courting them to try to break it. At any moment I could lose control of the scene, but at that exact moment, in those powerful teasing moments where I tempt and tantalize-- oh in those moments, I am Alive.

Later in this list of scenes/interests you'll find my affinity for bratting and the back and forth. But here is the difference between the summon/freeze combo and a scene with active bratting. It's the fact that I Win. No matter what. The only winning move is not to play. It's like the suggestion version of a double bind. You kiss me, I win - Good Toy, you obeyed. You stay frozen until I give you permission - That's my obedient plaything, you did just as I instructed.

I get so much fire from creating a scenario where the only way to end the scene is to do exactly as I desire. I feel like an absolute Genius when I have a partner in the palm of my hand, pushed and pulled by my desires.

It takes a deeply imaginative brat to find a loophole in those moments. The kind of brat who listens very closely to your rules and learns the way of the Fae and utilizes your own powers against you.

...Daja has defeated me in this arena once and has saved up a way of escaping it one further time. My weakness is that I love the pleading too much. Sometimes giving your switchy partner their weapon of words is not a good choice for maintaining total control.

But I admit defeat when it comes for me.

Tomorrow I'll talk about my affinity for those battles of wits and how fun it is to lose.

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FULL SCHEDULE MASTER POST

Day 2: Bratting link goes here

Tagging @ellaenchanting as requested.

† - This topic is more complicated than this, I am trying to be clear and understood by removing minutia caused by monthly cycles, mood swings and personality shifts. Anything more specific would be an overshare.

#dawn posting #50 days of fetishes #hypnosis #hypnokink

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Craving

A/N - Here is a Hamilton prompt from the lovely xivnnmoncheri. I hope you all enjoy the tiny break from the pokemon fics.

Word Count: 848

Alexander had a desire. One that made his skin itch and caused him to flinch at every sound. It wasn't serious, it was quite silly really, though he was fairly embarrassed by it. He hadn't experienced this craving in years, not since John was still alive and he was going to the pub with his friends almost every night, though he would normally blame those cravings on the alcohol. He wasn't drunk today, yet he itched and flinched. 

The front door swung open, causing Alexander to leap from his chair and stare at his wife, his eyes glinting like a feral animal. 

"Dearest?" Eliza paused in the doorway, her brows furrowed, and head gently tilted to the side. She had just gotten back from lunch with Peggy, her eyes still bright from their cheerful afternoon. "Are you alright?"

"Come with me," Alexander said curtly, then walked off down the hall. With pursed lips, Eliza stopped herself from saying anything and silently followed as he led her to their bedroom. Once there, Alexander laid down on the bed and stared right up at his wife. 

"This is a very strange way to ask for sex," Eliza mused, leaning against the wall, having just closed the door. 

"No. No sex," Alexander quickly replied with a shake of his head. "I need...something. I need you to help me."

"With?"

"A thing," Alexander was jittery, though he was having an issue with saying what he wanted. He's never asked this of his wife before. He waved his hand, gesturing to the entirety of his body. 

"You want a massage?" Eliza's voice dripped with confusion, though no irritation. She knew her husband was the eclectic sort. At work, his words were flawless and strong. Around Eliza though, his terms struggled and faltered. She could never tell if it was due to her beauty or if he just always left his brain back in his office. 

"No." 

"Want to take a nap?" 

"No," Alexander's voice lingered as he waved his hand over his body once more, the tips of his fingers wiggling in the slightest. This very small gesture caught Eliza's attention. 

"Do you want this?" Eliza slipped over to the bed and sat down on the edge, a small smile quirking the corner of her lips. 

Remaining silent, Alexander watched her hike her dress up enough so she could crawl over the bed and sit firmly on his thighs. Supporting herself with her hands, Eliza leaned over her husband, staring down at him, hair grazing the edges of his cheeks. She stared into his curious eyes as she slowly shifted her weight. Pulling one of her hands away from the bed, she slowly wiggled it under the hem of his shirt and gently brushed her fingertips across his soft skin. 

Alexander let out a soft, silent chuckle at the touch, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them lovingly, steading her as she slipped her other hand under his shirt to mimic the first. Fingernails began to scratch along his sides, just along the base of ribcage. 

Bubbly giggles erupted from Alexander's lips as the sensitive skin was teased, the sound was a symphony of joy to Eliza's ears. While it was a perfect melody that Eliza could listen to all day, she knew he wanted more. Fingers climbing up his ribs rose the sound of his laugh an octave, a full blown belly laugh now that shook his body. Eliza was nearly bucked off when her gentle fingers worked their way into his armpit.

"Eliza," Alexander grabbed his wife's wrists, but didn't push her away. He kept her there, enjoying the sensation as he laughed a deeper, belly laugh rarely heard by others. 

"Let me go when you want me to stop," Eliza's voice was soft with absolutely no judgement. Her fingers slowed so he could respond with a nod and a tiny peep of a "yes."

They continued for a good half an hour before Alexander had had enough, his lungs having begun to give out. Eliza pet his head, stroking along his hairline so she could curl stray strands of hair around her fingers. Once she was sure her husband would not die the second she got up, she made her way out to fetch him a small glass of water.

"Are you alright?" Eliza asked, handing her husband the drink. 

"Thank you," The water gushed down his sandpaper throat, easing the discomfort. "And yes. I feel much better now, thank you."

"Why didn't you just ask for it out right?" Eliza asked, taking a seat beside her husband, leaning back onto her hands to look at him.

"Embarrassment," Alexander replied quietly with a shrug, pulling his knees into his chest. "It was something John would do, so..."

"I understand," Her dark eyes were as soft as her hand was on his shoulder. "I'll give you what you wish whenever you need it."

Alexander took these words to heart and locked the memory in his brain, adoring Eliza with all his heart. 

#hamilton #tickle fic

[agro-carnist]

the post you reblogged about baby bunnies reminded me- we have a front and back yard. each are fenced in and closed off from each other. we usually let our dog into the backyard, but i noticed she was really excited to go out there lately, more excited than usual, and when i went out with her to find out why she ran to the corner of the yard, and laid down staring straight down at the ground. tail wagging. i went over to see what she was looking at, and it was a bunny nest!! she just wanted to come stare at them lovingly all day long. of course i know we can’t let her do that and her outside time has been moved to the front yard for the foreseeable future, but it was still a cute moment :)

awww that's super cute! Glad your dog didn't see them as a snack lol. I hope you get to see those baby bunnies all grow up!