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chris sturniolo × f! reader the muwapgucci collab 🌺🍑 : in which matt and chris sturniolo are just two unexperienced losers @muwapsturniolo

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"FUCK!" Chris yelled as he slammed his fist against the desk, the veins in his neck bulging. He glared at the screen, where his character lay defeated on the floor. Matt and Nate were both grinning smugly on the screen. "It's not fair" he muttered under his breath.

"Maybe if you spent less time whining and more time playing you wouldn't lose," Nate taunted from the screen. "Come on, kid, you're letting us win on purpose, aren't you?" He teased, shaking his head.

Chris rolled his eyes at Nate's comment, not bothering to respond. He knew they were just trying to get under his skin.

He was convinced that the only reason he lost was because he wasn't familiar with the game Matt had suggested, he was sure that if it was a different game he would've kicked their asses. Why you may ask? simply because Chris was aware of the fact that he was a loser, it wasn't a secret that he spent most of his free time playing video games, instead of doing what other teenagers his age do. Chris was a nerd and he knew it. He didn't have many friends, he didn't go to parties, he never had a girlfriend, hell he never even got his first kiss.

With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, his hand resting lazily on the mouse. As he opened a new window on his computer, looking for a new game to play, until Matt and Nate were done with their current match.

Suddenly, the computer glitches out, the screen flashing a blue color. "What the fuck?" Chris mutters, confused. He slammed the mouse against the desk, making the screen go completely black. But before he could do anything else, the screen turns back on.

"Hey, what's going on?" Nate asks from the screen, his voice filled with confusion.

"My fucking screen was glitching out!" Chris paused. "And then it just...turned back on."

"Just check the cables"Matt suggested, before going back to the game.

"Maybe I should," Chris muttered, leaning forward to inspect the cables connected to his monitor. As he pulled out the cables, one of them snags on something on his desk, causing it to swing wildly. He reaches out to steady it but accidentally clicks on a random notification in the corner of the screen.

"A stream? " he wonders, clicking on the link, curious to see who's streaming. He opens the window and The first thing he sees is a beautiful woman, her hair spilling down her back. A white oversized button-up barely covering her lacey black bra and a tiny black thong. Her long legs were crossed, one hand toying with a strand of her hair as she read the comments from her viewers.

Chris's breath hitched as he recognized the familiar face, he had seen countless times in the back of chemistry class, or walking down the hallway. A pair of thick-framed glasses usually covered her eyes, She was the quiet girl that no one really paid attention to. He always thought she was weird, the way she dressed, and the fact that she never seemed to have any friends. she'd always be by herself, sitting in a corner, always with her headphones on, and as soon as the bell rang, she'd quickly disappear.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe he was hallucinating. He still couldn't believe it. There she was, on a live stream. Her face was slightly flushed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she read through the comments. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. Her tits moved slightly as she leaned forward, her breath hitching as she laughed at something someone had said.

"by the way guys" her voice came through his headset like a whisper, "I ordered some new lingerie and they came today" She paused, giving her viewers a wink before continuing " I'm going to give you guys a special show " her voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down Chris's spine.

Chris felt his heart racing, his palms growing sweaty as he watched her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was insane. She was going to do a show for them? A show? He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded dirty.

As he continued to watch, she reached up and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, making the whole process last for what seemed like an eternity. Her breasts, perfectly round and full, spilled out of her lacy bra, and she leaned back in her chair, giving the viewers a nice show.

Chris's eyes were wide as he watched, his mouth going dry. he felt a strange mix of excitement and shame coursing through his veins. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching him, before returning his attention to the screen.

His eyes darted between the screen and her breasts, mesmerized by the sight before him. He felt his pants growing tight as she continued to tease her viewers, slowly sliding her fingers down her stomach, revealing more and more of her body.

He felt like he was watching a dream, some sort of surreal experience that he couldn't wake up from. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He could feel the warmth spreading through his body, pooling in places it hadn't before. He never felt this way before.

"Fuck" Chris muttered under his breath as her finger brushed against her panties. He glanced at Nate and Matt, who were still oblivious to what was happening, and back to the screen. He felt ashamed, this wasn't the kind of thing he should be watching, but he couldn't look away. Her hand slid further down, and for a brief moment, she parted her lips, a soft moan escaping her mouth. He bit down on his lip, trying to control the growing need in his pants, His heart raced as he watched her, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

"take it off?" She read a comment and chuckled before leaning forward even more" You guys know the rules" she winked, taking another deep breath as her fingers brushed against her soaked panties.

MILFPLEASER sent one thousand dollars!

Chris froze, his eyes wide with disbelief as he read the message on the screen.

she let out a laugh, a mix of surprise and delight. "Goodness," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Well if you insist..." Her gaze flicked up to meet the camera for a brief moment before darting away again. She moved her hands to her waistband, slowly sliding down her panties, revealing her smooth, wet folds. A gasp escaped her lips as the cool air of the room brushed against her. Her face flushed with excitement, as she bit her lip, trying to steady her breath.

Chris couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined, and his throat felt tight. He glanced down at his pants, wondering if he'd be able to maintain his composure for much longer.

As she continued to tease the viewers, she moved her hips back and forth, rocking her body in time with the sensation. Her breasts swayed with each movement, and her eyes were half-closed, lost in the pleasure. Chris felt like he was intruding on something private, but he just couldn't look away.

His hips jerked forward as he watched her, his breath coming in uneven gasps. He could feel the blood rushing to his crotch, faster and faster, making it hard to think straight. He glanced at Nate and Matt again, but they were still oblivious.

Her movements were hypnotizing, and Chris felt himself growing harder with each passing moment, that it was starting to hurt. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve the ache building up in his crotch, but he was afraid Nate and Matt might notice. His gaze darted between her and his friends once again, What would they say if they found out he was watching this? Would they think he was weird? Perverted?

She slowly got up from her chair, her movements smooth. She turned her back to the camera, her long, shapely legs coming into view. With one hand, she reached down and picked up a piece of clothing from the floor. She turned around, revealing her bare behind to the screen, humming along to the sound of Agora Hills by Doja Cat playing softly in the background.

She raised her arms above her head, the piece of cloth dangling from one hand, it was a pink, lacy thong. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her tits swaying with each breath. She lowered her hands, teasingly, letting the thong slide between her legs, using her hands to pull it up.

Her back arched as she stepped into the thong, pulling it up her legs, and adjusting it until it sat perfectly on her hips. She turned around, facing the camera again, and let out a contented sigh. "what do we think?." She giggled, running her fingers through her hair.

Chris reached his limit. He couldn't take it anymore. His pants were unbearably tight, and he was afraid he might lose control. Without thinking, his hand snuck down to his crotch, his palm pressing against the bulge in his pants. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he pulled his aching erection through the fabric, finally free. He stroked himself slowly, trying to find some relief from the unbearable tension.

He bit his lip, afraid he might make a sound as he continued to stroke himself. His hips moved involuntarily, mimicking the motions he had seen on the screen before. He glanced back at Nate and Matt, still focused on the game, but he could feel his head spinning. The tension was building up inside him, making it hard to focus on anything else.

The girl on the screen continued to tease the viewers, moving her hips suggestively as she talked about the thong. Chris's hand moved faster and faster, his grip tightening on his aching erection. He felt like he was on the verge of climaxing, but he couldn't afford to lose control. Not here, not now.

"Chris?" Nate's voice snapped him out of his trance. He groaned glancing over at his friend, who was looking at him with a mix of confusion and concern. "You okay, man? You've got the weirdest look on your face."

He was screwed. There was no way he could come up with a believable excuse for why he was jerking off on call. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he looked at Nate and Matt, his face burning with shame. "Uh... yeah I just hit my hand while checking the cables." He lied, forcing a weak laugh. "It's fine."He managed to say, His hand still working furiously beneath the desk.

"Oh, okay." Nate nodded, looking a bit unconvinced but letting it drop. "So, uh... wanna play another round ?" Chris glanced back at the computer screen, where she was now sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg casually slung over the side. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and she batted her eyelashes at the camera as she talked about her favorite lingerie pieces. She was looking right at him as if she knew exactly what he'd been doing. Her lips curved into a knowing smile.

Chris felt his face flush even deeper. "I'm not really feeling it, I have to go to the bathroom," he lied, pulling his hand away from his crotch and trying to hide his erection. "Why don't you play another round with Matt?" He stood up abruptly, making his way over to the door.

As he walked to the bathroom. He glanced around, making sure no one was in there, before slipping inside and closing the door. he tried to steady his breath and calm his racing heart. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths and willing his erection to go down. The image of the girl on the screen, teasing him with her body, was burned into his brain. He wanted nothing more than to go back in there and finish what he started. But he knew he couldn't.

He let out a long, shaky breath and straightened up, trying to regain some semblance of control. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, wobbling between sanity and complete, overwhelming desire. The image of the girl kept creeping into his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

His hand made its way back to his crotch, desperate for relief, but he stopped himself. He forced his hand back down to his side. This wasn't like him. He wasn't some pervert who jerked off in front of his friends. He was better than that. He took another deep breath, trying to push the image of the girl out of his mind. He glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing the flush in his cheeks and the wild look in his eyes. He took a few more deep breaths, trying to clear his head.

Watching her felt like a pill, and he was helpless to resist. The need to touch himself was overwhelming, but he forced his hand to stay glued to his side. He couldn't believe he was acting like this. He was usually so in control of himself, but she had him completely undone. He wished he could just forget about her, but she was burned into his mind, her every movement etched into his memory.

How did this even happen? Chris thought to himself as he sat down on the bathroom floor. He remembered finding the link and clicking on it out of curiosity. It had seemed innocent enough, just a girl from his class talking about her favorite lingerie. But He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, he couldn't resist the urge to touch himself as he watched her.

what's worse, was the fact that she wasn't just some random girl on the internet. She was the weird girl from chemistry class that everyone seemed to forget about, no one ever paid attention to her before, she was just there. But now, she was the center of attention. And it was driving Chris mad. He couldn't get her out of his head. He knew he should just ignore her, forget about her just like before, but he couldn't.

He felt like a creep like there was something wrong with him. He felt like he was stalking her, and watching her every move, wanting to touch her in ways he shouldn't. It was unhealthy, he knew that. But he couldn't help it. She was like a drug, and he was addicted.

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moonstruckme · 9 months

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hi okay hi you’ve probably seen me in your notifications for the last twenty minutes because i am absolutely obsessed with the way you write poly!marauders.

i was wondering if you could write something about the (fem)reader who slowly starts dissociating when things get tough and she’s not really present and while they’re concerned, they just show their love for her through caring until she comes back to herself. it’s completely okay if you can’t!!!

Thanks honey, I'm so glad you enjoy my blog! Love the pfp btw, I personally think that was Spence’s best hair. I know everyone experiences dissociation differently so I did some research and I hope this is alright! Many apologies if it’s not accurate

cw: dissociation, brief mention of sexual assault

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 910 words

You’re grateful to Sirius for defending you. You are, but the man’s hand on your ass had caused some deer-in-the-headlights glitch in your brain, and the yelling that ensued only made you retreat further into yourself. You know, distantly, that it’s Sirius’ voice, and that he’s yelling for you, not at you. But it’s all noise to you, a ruckus that means danger, and then there’s movement, and more hands, and everything that would be too much if you weren’t so far away.

You feel like you’re sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, everything above the surface of the water muffled and distorted. What happens up there doesn’t concern you. It’s peaceful down here, even if there is a certain wrongness to it. You know you don’t belong here, not really, but you can hold your breath and try to make it last.

“Baby?” a voice says. “Hey, you okay?”

“Don’t shake her, that’s not going to help.” You can’t tell if it’s another voice or the same. The comfort it brings you doesn't change, and you can’t force yourself to care either way. You can’t care at all, really, about anything. You wonder if you should be worried about that, but feelings are something out of your reach, and maybe it’s better that way.

“Something’s wrong with her.”

“I can see that, love. We’re almost home.”

“You don’t think she’s hurt, do you?”

More hands. You want to flinch away, but it’s like you’re moving through a thick sludge. “You’re alright, dove, I’m just checking that you’re okay. Do you hurt anywhere?”

“Why isn’t she talking?”

“I don’t know. I think…maybe she’s just overwhelmed. I don’t think she’s bleeding anywhere.”

“Fuck. Shit, is this a panic attack? Do you think she needs a doctor or something?”

“Let’s just give her a few minutes.”

There’s more talking, but you give up on trying to decipher it. After a while, something cushy comes up underneath you, or maybe you go down onto it. Your hand is warm, and then it’s pressed to soft fabric. “Feel my heart going in there, baby? Can you focus on that for me?”

You’ve made such a cozy home for yourself in your head that it takes you some time to realize everything around you has gone quiet. There’s a persistent bumping at your palm.

“Don’t tight hugs help with panic attacks?”

“We don’t know if that’s what this is. What if it scares her?”

“Hey, angel, can you hear me? Come back to us.”

The wrongness of where you are is starting to set in, the voices at the surface louder and more insistent. You think that maybe your chest is starting to ache.

Something moves your feet, and then you're touching something interesting. Soft and a bit rough, familiar. Carpet.

“Breathe, honey. Good. Again. We’ve got you, take your time.”

You’re conscious of your breaths first, the effort it takes to fill and empty your lungs. Then the plush material under your thighs; you’re sitting on something. Awhile longer, and you realize you’re blinking, your eyes intermittently dry and then not. Eventually you register your hand, pressed to a beating heart. Sirius’ heart.

You don't try to speak yet as you take in your surroundings. You’re home, on the couch, and someone’s taken off your socks and shoes, your feet bare on the carpet. You don’t know how any of that happened, which is unsettling, but the realization that you can feel unsettled comes with a sharp relief.

Sirius’ finger swipes over your wrist where he’s gripping your hand to his chest, and your next exhale is shaky.

“Dove?” Remus’ tone is cautious.

“Sorry,” you say croakily. “I don’t know what that was.”

Sirius sighs, letting your hand drop from his chest, and Remus grips your ankle from where he sits by your feet, stroking his thumb over your achilles’ tendon in a way that you suspect is as much for him as it is for you.

“Fucking scary, is what it was,” James says, voice thick with tears. “Can I hug you?”

You nod, and his arms come around you with his usual eagerness, though you notice his hands trembling just a little. You squeeze his shoulders tightly.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, no sorries, okay?” Sirius says, though even he sounds exhausted from what you’ve just put them through. “You obviously couldn’t help it. Do you feel alright now?”

“Yeah,” you say, though you’re unsure. You feel relatively normal at the moment, but the knowledge that you can slip into numbness that easily doesn’t allow for much comfort. “I’m just…really tired, for some reason.”

Remus hums. “I think your brain was doing a lot of work just now. Makes sense you’d need a rest.”

James releases you from the hug but only sits back far enough to see your face, his hands lingering at your waist like he’s worried you’ll slip away if he lets go. “Want to cancel dinner and have a night in, sweetheart?”

You nod, your throat closing as warmth rushes to your face. “Yes, please.”

“Hey,” Sirius says at your tears, voice lightly chiding but full of concern, “what’s wrong? You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“I’m okay,” you promise, swiping under your eyes. “Just, thank you guys for helping me. That was really scary.”

“I know,” Remus says, palm sliding up your leg as he rises to give you a hug of his own. “I know it was, honey, but you don’t have to worry. We’ve always got you.”

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queenofallimagines · 11 months

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Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.

You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌

** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭

Part 1

Lucifer:

- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈

- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??

- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard

- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)

- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked

- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo

- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest

- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze

- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it

- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”

- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content

- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges

- Leaves bite marks all over your chest

Mammon:

- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them

- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view

- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open

- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate

- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face

- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them

- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them

- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry

- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”

- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em

- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them

- Leaves bite marks on em too

Levi:

- hentai watcher loves huge boobs

- Fighting worse than mammon

- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it

- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy

- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you

- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep

- Completely immobilized

- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day

- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once

- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you

- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”

- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you

- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head

- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”

- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”

Satan:

- yeah he’s literally just a cat

- Lays on them and paws at them

- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt

- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you

- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer

- Cat lingerie

- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together

- “Mind warming my hands?”

- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”

- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you

- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄

- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside

- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”

- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also

- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging

- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”

- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you

Asmo:

- Hear me out but it starts out normal

- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits

- So you and him are shopping 24/7

- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras

- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted

- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them

- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization

- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body

- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk

- Watching how they move when you breathe

- Fr like a scorpion about to strike

- And you’re none the wiser

- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones

- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face

- “Open wide dear~”

- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else

- Body worship KING

Beel:

- whew

- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft

- Good enough to eat

- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks

- Sucking them like his life depends on it

- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger

- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants

- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt

- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord

- Offers to pick you up a lot

- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily

- Will massage them bc his hands are huge

- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”

- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you

- “Mc you taste so good”

- Hickeys will be there for weeks

- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK

Belphie:

- a clown

- Circus king actually

- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it

- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭

- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal

- “Mmm your really soft mc”

- Whole body a stress ball😐

- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest

- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you

- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿

- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation

- Going to sleep is his escape card

- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr

- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between

- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf

- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!

- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them

- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you

- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze

- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake

- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior

- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires

- No flowery words or poetic phrases

- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum

- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭

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simphornies · 4 months

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Glitchy [ Vox x F!Reader ] pt. 2 (NSFW)

A/N: Was not expecting the attention the last one got. I already had a part 2 in my head as soon as I posted it. Sorry if the writing is off! I'm a bit rusty. Enjoy!

MINORS DNI

Warnings: smut, teasing, light bondage(?), oral, creampie

Velvette's fashion show was ongoing. She somehow set you up to model one of her latest pieces as the grand finale. You liked to dress up but being in front of crowds that didn't involve killing made you nervous. "C'mon bitch! Are you ready?" She switches up your hair into a fitting updo, showing off your TV wire inspired earrings. "Oh Vox is going to love this one." To be honest, you did want to tease Vox a little bit to get back at him for spying on you. Valentino sneaked you into his office while he was asleep at his desk and you saw that most of the cameras were paused on you. "Did you really put on a whole show to fuck with him?" You asked, straightening out the skirt she had you put on, "And does this outfit have to be this short. You know I don't like showing off too much skin. Gives too much to look at." Your statement made Velvette and Valentino laugh, "Babe, with a body like that you should be showing off. It's almost a crime to keep them hidden." Val slaps your ass and pushed you towards the curtain, "You're almost up, knock Vox dead. Do that move I showed you too."

You rolled your eyes at them and walked away. Val looks down at Velvette, "$100 bucks if he short-circuits." She grinned, "$100 if he gets up and they fuck later." The two shook on their deal and walked around to get to their seats.

Vox didn't typically sit for Velvette's shows but you had asked him to show up because of a piece you said you wanted him to see. The two other Vees sit next to him, "You look like you're having the time of your life, Vox." Val teased. "Fuck off, if Y/N didn't ask me to be here, I wouldn't be. Where is she anyways? I would expect her to be here considering she wants me to see this piece so bad." Velvette gasps, "Wow. So you wouldn't even show up to my show if I told you to come? I'm so hurt." Her words filled with sarcasm. "Shut up. It's almost time for her part."

Vox blinked, "What? What do you mean he-" Her finger covered his mouth and Val moved his head to look at the stage, blowing out some smoke for "effect" as you make your way down the catwalk.

You donned a gorgeous off shoulder top that showed too much, or too little as Val would say, of your cleavage. A skin tight skirt that rode up a little bit as you walked the catwalk hugged your hips. Above your skirt, the strings of your thong (that Velvette insisted you wore) peeked over adding a little extra flair. And the best part? You were of course in Vox's signature colors. You did a spin showing off the outfit and scanned the crowd. Your eyes locked with Vox's and you smirked as you thought about what Val taught you hours before. You bent over in his direction, one hand on your knee and one hand on your hip. You spun on your red bottom heels and posed one last time for the cameras, looking at Vox before leaving him with a wink. You looked away as soon as you see his screen glitch, red liquid oozing from the side of his mouth.

After the show, you put on a mesh coat. Velvette came running at you with a hug, "You did wonderful! I knew you could nail that. Have you seen the ratings?" She whipped out her phone with an article raving about the latest show with you front and center of the pictures, "The people love you! And the sales are coming in." You smiled, happy that you impressed the fashion critic herself. "Glad I could make you proud, Velv." Claps came from behind you and you turn to see Valentino and Vox, walking side by side. "Amazing work, sweetie. You nailed the tit show." He smiled, giving you a hug as well. "Thanks Val. I would never have done that move if you didn't teach me the art of captivating an audience with my tits. You're the master." You elbowed the tall sex demon. "So, did you like the show Vox?" You looked up at him, trying to make the eye contact that he wasn't reciprocating. "Come on~ Did my tits glitch you out." You teased. He cleared his throat, finally making eye contact with you with his signature smile. "I already knew you were hot, baby. I love the color combo." He gives you a hug, whispering into your ear, "Did you do that on purpose to fuck with me?" "Pfff. Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?" You spin around and pulled Velvette close to you, arm over her shoulder, "Besides, I'm not the fashion genius here. She is." Velvette gave him a teasing look and laughed, "Oh I would never! You're reading too much into it. Now shoo, Y/N and I have an afterparty to go to!"

You weren't a fan of parties but Velvette insisted you come. Well, she bribed you with some drinks. You grab a glass of wine and walked out of the club to get a breath of fresh air. As you scrolled through your phone, you see from the corner of your eye a familiar red figure walking towards you. It was the radio demon himself, Alastor. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite the pleasure!" He grabs your hand to shake it, "I've seen your influence around town from the latest fashion show put on by the overlord Velvette and might I say you're quite the stunning lady." He plants a kiss on the back of your hand. You had your guards up, this was Alastor. The demon that brought down overlords as soon as he manifested into hell. What the fuck could he want from you? "Thank you for the praise." You say as you pull your hand away from him, "What can I do for you, Alastor sir?" You back up slightly, taking steps back towards the entrance of the club hoping Velvette could see the predicament you're in. "Nothing too much. I just have a couple of...questions for you, my dear!" He grins menacingly, "You seem to be in close quarters with Vox, would you like to make a deal?" You scoff, "A deal? I'm not stupid. I'm not making a deal with you. What do you want?" "Would you like to go on a little outing with me?" "A what." "An outing! A gorgeous doll such as yourself must be exhausted having to deal with that annoyingly loud picture show." He was talking about Vox, "I could show you a better time. I can give you aid taking down all those who you wish if you permit me." Before you could answer, a glowing blue circle appears at your feet plunging you down to hell knows where. You land in Vox's lap, his face glitching with rage. "That fucker--Thank the seven rings I was watching around the club you were at." "Vox I-" "That little prick! I'll show him he shouldn't mess around with the Vees! That motherfucker-" "Vox." "-is lucky I wasn't there!" He chuckles, his one eye going crazy at the thought of Alastor hurting you. "Vox!" You yell, finally getting his attention. He seemed to have forgotten you were still in his lap in his fit of rage. He looks down at you, blushing a bit as you were still in the clothes from the fashion show. "Can you let me down please. Your little desk is cramped and I can't get myself off without getting tangled in your cords." Vox, in a panic, backs his chair up, a cord getting caught in one of the wheels and throwing you both back. He catches your head with his hand as to not hurt it. "Fuck. My bad. I was ju-" He cuts himself off noticing the position you're both in and the state of your clothes. He was on top of you and your top got yanked down a bit which meant your tits are now in full view. Not to mention the fact that you somehow got wrapped up in his cables. Him glitching at the sight of you made you smirk, "You like what you see? Or are you too angry at the radio demon talking to me to notice anything?" You cockily said before laughing, pulling your top up to put your tits away, "Now can you help me out of your cables, please?" Vox didn't move. He was frozen. You thought that maybe he short circuited. "Hello? Vox?" You place your hand on his screen, trying to knock him out of his daze, "Vox are you in the-" Before you could say another word he pins your wrist down above your head as he crashes his lips on yours. You melt against his, returning his affection. You taste a faint hint of mint on his tongue as he wraps it around yours, almost battling for a spot in your mouth.

When he pulls away, you were out of breath. You watch his eyes scan your body and take in the sight. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself to you. You just look...so hot right now." He says, taking his hand off of your wrists and trying to back up to free you. Your eyes wander and notice the bulge in his pants. A dirty thought crossing your mind. "If I look so hot, why don't you do something about it." You smirk up at him, gently guiding your knee over his bulge, sending shivers down his spine. "I'm stuck Vox, helpless under you. You really going to throw this golden opportunity away for both of us?" You teased. Vox composes himself and lets out a low chuckle, the antenna on his head letting out some sparks. "You've been driving me insane all day, babe." He speaks in a low tone, his voice turning you on. You feel around above you and grab the nearest cables and tangle your wrists in it, "Show me what you can do, Vox."

He didn't hesitate to undo his bowtie. He took off your top, tossing them to the side before lifting up your skirt. He was taken aback at the thongs you were wearing, they matched his shirt. "Did Velvette put this one on you too?" He asks as he caresses your inner thigh. You purr at his touch, "Mmm...No. Those ones are mine. I got them after your confession~" "You know how to drive me crazy." He slides your thongs off and lightly drags his finger over your slit, making you shiver in excitement. "Now it's my turn to drive you crazy." His blue tongue sticks out of his screen and goes straight into eating you out, relishing your taste. You suppress your moans as to not let anybody else hear. "Be loud, this room is soundproof."

His tongue enters you and swirls around, driving you as crazy as you've been driving him. You squirm in pleasure as the overlord feasts upon you, licking up all the juices. You feel a knot forming in your stomach, your face flushing in delight, "Ah. V-Vox." You moan out, "I-I'm gonna-" He doesn't stop one bit, if anything it seems like he sped up. The knot grew tighter and tighter until you came all over his face. He pulls away, grinning as he looks at your shaking body.

"Let's go somewhere, more comfortable for you." He untangles you with ease, besides your wrists, and teleports the two of you into his already locked bedroom. He plops you down on the bed before taking his pants off, his cock leaking pre-cum. You drool at the sight of his length, "Come here." You say, still a bit out of breath, as you get on your knees for him. "Giving me orders now?" He chuckles as he got closer to your face, his cock resting on your cheek, "Is this what you want, babe?" You look up at him with lust filled eyes before you take him into your mouth, tongue wrapping around his length as you your head up and down. He grabs your hair, making sure it stays out of your face as he looks down at you sucking him, "What a good girl," He purrs, caressing your cheek. You pick up your speed, eager to taste him. Vox grunts in pleasure, thrusting his hips as he pushed himself deeper into you, "Make sure you take every last drop." He grabs your head and starts fucking your face deeper as he gets closer. His cock twitched before letting a load down your throat. He pulls himself out of you, your lips making a pop as he did. You open your mouth to show him what was left, closing it to swallow and opening it back up again to show him that you didn't leave a single drop. He puts his hand under your chin, "Now ass up, sweetheart." You wasted no second getting into position for him. You've been dying to take his cock ever since he confessed to you. Ever since you found out he watched you on his screens. Ever since you laid eyes on him actually. "You're drenched, babe." He grins as he rubs his tip at your entrance, "Beg." You whine and wiggle your hips, trying to see if you can slide him in yourself. He grabbed your hips firmly, slapping your ass, "I said, BEG." he demanded. "Please Vox." "Please what?" He teased his tip, pushing just a little bit in, "What do you want? Speak up." "Please fuck me senseless, Vox. Please." You pleaded in desperation. He grabs your hair, pulling your head up closer so he can whisper in your ear, "Good girl." God the way his voice changes sent shockwaves through out your body.

He enters you slowly, "I'm going to make your entire body glitch the way you made me glitch." He was relentless. Torturing you almost. He picked up his speed and started pounding into you. You moaned in delight, enjoying how rough he was with you. "Faster, please Vox." Your request filled with pleasure, "Vox. Pl-please!" He slaps your ass in response, letting go of your hair and holding your head down on the bed, "Since you asked so nicely." He kept himself at a quick pace, taking in the sight of you drooling on his sheets. He pulls out of you to flip you over, you were about to whine but him suddenly filling you back up again stopped that quick.

Your walls tightened around him, "You're so tight. Are you gonna cum for me like a good girl?" Your brain was turning into mush, rendering you unable to form a real response. The only sounds coming from your mouth were ineligible slurred words and moans. "I'm going to fill you up as deep as I can. I'm making you mine." He growls, pinning your tied wrists above your head. He plants on your chest before licking your exposed chest. He leaves hickies all over your chest, marking this night on your body for only him to see. You feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again and you're positive he can feel it too. He grunts as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, pounding you senseless into his mattress.

"V-Vox. Pl-please." He kisses you with as much passion as he could give as you cum around his cock, tightening your walls so much you squeeze him dry as he released his fluids deep into you. The electricity crackled as soon as he came before everything powered down around you. He pulls away from you, resting his head on your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You can see the light emitting from his face flickering different colors.

He pulls out of you, his cum flowing out. He grabs a towel to clean you off as well as he was able to before cleaning himself off. He unties your wrist before plopping down next to you. You nuzzle up next to him. The city lights turn back on and the light seeped into his room. He seems to have kept the lights off in the room. You feel his arm wrap around you. You look up at him, hand resting on his chest.

"Was the teasing worth it or what?" You asked, giggling a little bit. "Hell yeah it did. I'm so glad I sat through the whole show just for you." He sighs contently, pulling you closer to him. "Will you run this entire hell with me, dear?"

"Gladly, Vox."

Valentino groans as he sends over $100 to Velvette. "You of all people should know he wasn't going to be able to pussy out this time." She grins.

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traveler-at-heart · 9 months

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WandaNat x Fem!SuperSoldier R

Nothing too serious, just silly stuff

Can you hear me calling Out your name? You know that I'm falling And I don't know what to say

Wanda hums along as she chops vegetables, glancing over at the casserole to check the water. As she moves over to get a pan, she feels a presence behind her.

“Hi there” you say and she blushes. Coming back from a training sesion, you’re desperate for some water so you reach behind her, trapping Wanda between your body and the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty and invading your space”

“It’s ok” she says, turning back to look at you. Her heart flutters with your half smile, as you finally take a glass and fill it with water. She misses your warmth instantly.

“Smells incredible” you comment, looking to the stove.

“Here” she offers you a taste and you let her feed you. Wanda’s eyes never leave your mouth, especially when you moan at the taste. “I made extra, in case you want some”

“Absolutely. Let me shower first and I’ll do the dishes, yes?”

“Ok” she nods, her hand dropping. Wanda’s too distracted to notice it is dangerously close to the fire, so she lets out a small whine as she jumps away from the heat.

“Come here” you inspect the small burn, and put her hand under the sink so the water helps with the pain. “Better?”

“I can also use magic”

“Well, maybe I wanted to hold your hand” you tease, and bring it to your lips. “There. I won’t be long”

“Yeah, ok”

Wanda smiles as you leave the room. She’s definitely asking you out soon.

—

“I’m almost done” Natasha mutters, inspecting the mess of wires.

“I’m not complaining” you say. She’s sitting on your shoulders, propped up to get a better look at the security system that was glitching.

Your hands are on her thighs. She’s pretty sure you don’t realize it, but from time to time you run them up and down her legs or squeeze when she seems frustrated with Tony’s stupid system.

Truth be told, she may have done it quicker if she had a ladder. You could be… distracting.

“You’re so tight” you say out of nowhere and she almost falls from your shoulders.

“Pardon?”

“I meant tense” you look up to meet her eyes.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes” she complains, upset that you were able to get a reaction out of her. You always can.

“Can a super soldier give puppy eyes? I thought we were big and scary”

“You definitely can”

“What else have you noticed about me?”

Natasha continues to work quietly, and you figure she’s either angry or simply not in the mood to entertain you. Silence lingers for a few more minutes until she speaks again.

“You always smell like cinnamon”

“Do I?”

“Yes, even after the most physically demanding mission. The boys stink, even Barnes and Rogers”

“Thanks, I guess”

“If you tell anyone I said this I will deny it and kick your ass. And I’m all done here so you can put me down”

“Alright” you change your positions as if she weights nothing, but manage to carry her bridal style. Natasha glares, but your laugh is enough to hold her back.

“Since you worked so hard to fix this, why don’t I make you lunch and give you a nice massage, princess?”

She blushes at the pet name.

“Lead the way”

—

It’s movie night at the Compound. For the first time in months, the entire team is together, no urgent missions or new recruits to train.

Wanda keeps looking to the door, hoping you’ll join her on the couch.

Natasha is trying to be casual about it, but she is also waiting for you.

But minutes go by without any sign of you. Wanda has no choice but to make room for Vision and Natasha hoards a whole bowl of popcorn, feeling defeated.

“Are we missing anyone?” Steve looks around the room.

“Y/N” Wanda says too fast for Natasha’s liking.

“I believe she is out with a woman” Vision replies.

“What?”

“Who?”

Wanda and Natasha speak at the same time. They look at Vision and then at each other. Wanda tilts her head and Natasha glares, daring her to do something.

“She said it was a special occassion. But I’m afraid I don’t know anything else. I sense you are both upset about it”

“I don’t care” Natasha turns to the screen, sinking in her seat.

Wanda lifts a finger and the movie starts, making it clear that she won’t answer any questions.

“What’s happening here?” Steve says and Bucky slaps his back.

“You really don’t wanna know”

—

You go back to the Compound a day later.

“Welcome back, Casanova” Sam says with a wicked grin.

“Huh?”

“Y/L/N” Steve shows up a second later. “There’s a mission. Wanda and Natasha are joining you for an extraction”

“I’ll go get changed”

“Try not to piss them off any more” he warns, but seems too flustured to explain himself.

His words echo in your head while you get changed and step into the Quinjet. The last time you spoke with Wanda was during dinner; you left after your lunch with Natasha.

Why would they be upset?

“Hi, there” you greet both of them, but are met with silence. “Uh… you want me to fly the Quinjet?”

“No” is all Natasha says.

“Did I do something…?” you begin to ask, looking between both women. With a sudden shake, the Quinjet takes off and you fall to the back, hitting your head against the wall.

Wanda doesn’t ask if you’re ok. You figure it’s better to stay quiet for the rest of the ride.

“So what’s the plan?” you ask as Natasha lands, but both women ignore you and walk in different directions.

Damn it, what the fuck is going on? And who are you supposed to follow?

“Move” Natasha barks and you go after her.

“Six guards ahead” she warns you a second too late. You knock them down while Natasha stares, but still shoots a couple of widow bites and two of them land on your back.

“What the fuck, Nat?” you complain.

“My aim is really bad today”

“Bullshit, your aim is better when you’re pissed off”

“Why would I be pissed off?” she challenges you as more guards arrive.

“I have no idea”

“You think you can flirt with me and then go away with another woman?” she kicks a couple of guys, mainly on the balls. They don’t stand a chance against her sudden anger.

“What?! You mean yesterday when I left for my mother’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” the redhead turns to you, and misses the man that is sprinting straight towards her. You push her aside and crash against him, going through a glass wall.

“Asshole” you complain, making sure he’s unconscious. As you begin to stand up, you notice a shrad of glass sticking out of your abdomen. “Fucking great”

“Wait, don’t take it out” Natasha kneels next to you, but you pull it, groaning in pain.

“It will heal in a minute” you ease her. “Now, the other thing. Yes, I was flirting, but I didn’t think you’d like me back. Or Wanda for that matter. You’re both way out of my league”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine, really” you check to see the bleeding stopped and then stand up. “Let’s get the intel”

“Wanda, where are you?” Natasha calls through comms.

“Engaged in battle” the Sokovian says. “Would be nice to have some back up”

“I’ll go” you offer and Natasha nods, heading to the computer room.

“Hey, Wands, I’m he…” you greet and as soon as she sees you, red envelopes you. Wanda uses you as a wrecking ball to knock down five guys. “Ok, that was not nice”

She tilts her head and you feel your blood run cold as her eyes go red. You’re launched across the room to knock down more agents.

“Do you plan to use me like a boomerang every time there’s another enemy on sight?”

“Maybe” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“I got the intel, let’s go” Natasha shows up, helping you up.

“Oh, I see, she managed to convince you she’s not bad”

“It’s all a missunderstanding” Natasha defends you.

“Oh, yeah, I bet it is” Wanda steps forward and you have to stand between them before they start fighting each other.

“Can we finish this back at the Compound, please?”

But they won’t stop arguing and you’re seriously considering just carrying both of them back to the jet.

You’re ready to do just that when a man throws grenades at you.

“Get down” you warn, pushing them away. You’re thrown back with the blast, feeling how your left arm, leg and a couple of ribs shatter.

That’s gonna take a little longer to heal.

“Y/N” Wanda floats to you, while Natasha covers her back and shoots at the guards. Each woman helps you up, and you jump on one leg to the jet.

“I’m ok” you reassure them as they set you down. “The bones are healing. It’s just a bit… uncomfortable”

“I’m sorry… for the way I acted” Wanda looks between both of you. Natasha sets the jet on autopilot and walks to you, arching her eyebrows.

“I can’t really blame Wanda, Y/N. You were being a tease after all” she says with a playful smirk. “What I’d like to know is how you’ll make it up to us now”

“Well" you smile in spite of the pain. "I can think of a few ways”

—

Steve knocks on your door.

“Rogers” you open, barely showing your face.

“You ok? I heard you had a rough time during the mission”

“It’s fine. You know how it is. We’re fast healers”

“That’s not exactly what I meant. It seems like you upset Wanda and Natasha. Whatever it is you did, I hope you find a way to fix it”

“She did” Natasha opens the door wider, wearing one of your shirts. “Thank you for your concern, Steve”

“Get back to bed” Wanda calls and Steve blushes.

“Is there anything else?” Natasha says and he looks to the ceiling.

“Nope”

“Good. If you’ll excuse us” she shuts the door in his face and pushes you against the bedroom wall.

“Have I told you I’m really sorry?” you say, mildly scared and very turned on. Natasha pushes you to the floor until you’re on your knees. Wanda follows your every move with eager eyes.

“Yes. But one more time couldn’t hurt”

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lacedinweb22 · 9 months

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Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Miguel O'Hara x reader Miguel's POV Chapter 3: and I remember her... ˚○◦˚.

ch. 1 ch. 2

Your neighbor is strange, to say the least. Miguel O’Hara: Alchemax’s newest scientist, genius, most sought-after bachelor … and according to your wildest suspicions … a vampire?

── ⋆⋅⟡⋅⋆ ──

She looks just like I remember her.

Plump rosy lips, that same flush of color in her cheeks, soft hair that falls perfectly into place, and a beautiful, contagious smile, one I’d let myself be infected by, that is, if I wasn’t thinking of the one million things I had to do, the people I had to protect, and that piece of shit tied up in my bathroom.

When she talks, when I stare hard enough, I can find little changes in her: the way she carries herself, the way she looks up at me, the slight change in the colors she wears, but still, even through that, I see her, and I remember her… and the thoughts from then rush back.

But I’ve changed … a lot in the past two years. A lot. So I wasn’t too surprised when she didn't remember me. There were three hundred people in that hall, and I was just one of many TAs. I do remember making eye contact with her more than I could count. I thought she’d notice, thought maybe she’d feel it,

but guess she didn’t.

Anyways, can’t be too involved with new girl. I acknowledged the odds that she round up across the hall from me, but also acknowledged the risks. I can only keep work so far away from home. Shit follows me.

She let me walk through her apartment. It’s empty, but just from the one box I carried, I can tell she’s going to make it her own.

Boots. She had her own style then and she has her own style now, and I know her place will reflect that when she’s done with it. I wonder if she’ll invite me over at some point, when she’s done decorating and settling in.

Now, I stand in her empty bathroom, watching her unpack. Today’s my off day, so I figure I’ll bother her a bit, jog her memory.

The walls are thin, I know that now.

The fucker thumps against my wall, forcing my visit at her place to be cut short. I rush to my front door, he whines through the red webs I shut him up with. I flash her a smile, “Ha yeah, gotta help the little guy, I’ll- uh I’ll catch you later,” I say, blocking her from seeing the inside of my apartment.

I know I seem like an asshole, and the shitty side of me, the Spider-Man side of me, wants her to perceive me that way. I can’t afford to get close to anyone again. Not after what happened.

I slam the door shut.

I storm over to the bathroom. The anomaly I’ve caught, who I still need answers from, sits tied up in the bathtub. He glitches in the red stringy mess he’s tied up in.

I would have brought him to HQ, but Jess would want to help, probably scold me, and I had to deal with this one on my own.

“Maldito idiota, I told you, I’m not letting you go, and I’m not letting you die until you tell me who fucking sent your ass! How did you find me in this universe?!” I kick him as he lays sideways on the tile floor.

He rolls his eyes.

“Coño, I didn’t want to have to drag you across my freshly mopped floor, but you’re disturbing the neighbors.”

Dragging him to the kitchen, I question him a bit more, rip off the webs on his mouth, and when he smart-talks, I shut him back up and relent.

Letting out a self-pitying groan, I tap my watch. The portal opens and I drag him back to HQ.

My suit activates upon arrival. Jess looks me up and down from the platform.

“I hope I’m wrong about where you just came from, Miguel,” she mutters, looking down at her watch.

“Shut up, leave me alone … Peter Parkedcar, anomaly control. Pick-up in my office, please,” I speak into my watch.

I leave the anomaly glitching on the floor, and shoot web to pull myself up to the platform.

“What did I tell you about bringing work home, Miguel?”

I storm by her, ignoring her scolding, heading straight to the hologram screens.

“Yo sé, yo sé,” I mutter, swiping across the screen.

“Hmm, your hair looks nice. It’s … different.”

“Different?”

“You don’t usually have your hair that way, is what I’m saying. What’s the occasion?”

How can she tell?

“Are you seeing someone?” she asks, standing behind me, reaching her hand beside me to help organize my tabs.

“No, why would I– no,”

“Miguel … I’ll get it out of you eventually, so might as well tell me now before you start letting it affect your work, act weird, and end up making a mess of yourself … a mess that I’ll have to clean up … not that I’m complaining I just–”

“There’s a new girl, someone I knew back at NYU … and now she lives across the hall from me. I don’t want her to get in the way.”

“Get in the way of what? Stop bringing work home and she won’t be in ‘the way.’ Easy,” she shrugs.

I exhale. It was … recent. Time won’t fly. The pain in my chest deepens, I remember it all for a second. I feel her eyes looking up at me. She knows.

I look down at the hand she’s now rested on my forearm. She looks up at me, brows knit together, her worry visible even through her goggles.

“You can let it go, Miguel. You can have a life outside of … this.”

“This is my life. This is my responsibility.”

“No. There are hundreds of us, Miguel. It’s all of ours. You know … if I could find love, create life, and still be here kicking ass and being a good friend to you, then so can you. You can live again,”

I sigh, head hung low. It takes a lot to admit to myself, how exhausted I am … from everything. I haven’t breathed in months.

“Let yourself live again.”

I breathe back the tears welling up.

“Yo sé,” I manage to mutter.

“Invite her out, Miguel, put yourself out there,” she encourages, patting my back then jumping off the platform.

“How’s … Baby doing?” I ask, turning around to watch her leave.

“Baby’s healthy and happy,” she calls out, rubbing her belly.

“Gracias a Dios.”

“Miguel, do yourself a favor… be more like Baby,” she mutters walking out.

I let myself chuckle then look back at the screen.

My fingers subconsciously open that file. I feel myself smile, watching my past self be happy, full of life.

Let yourself live again.

Maybe I’ll try.

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ch.4 here >:D

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ladylovegorl · 3 months

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Big Tease ( Vox x fem!reader Smut

Warnings: Smut, teasing,blowjob, rough sex, dom!vox, name calling, aftercare

Requests are open!

A/N: 2nd write! Thank you all for the support on the last write I did this is my first smut and if you have any requests or tips please let me know - bri

Vox believed that this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for velvet, she just had to have you model for her that day just to get under his skin.

"Vox I need (reader) to model for me just look at her she's got the body the hair the eyes everything you could need!"

So she dressed you up in that little short skirt and tight top that looked like a belt. She did your hair up in to 2 ponytails and heels then pushed you on to the runway.

You immediately caught everyone's eye the cameras flashing and people gawking at you as you moved your hips left to right.

You blew him a kiss and then bent over just a little to give him a peek at the blue and red thong that you had put on.

His signature colors.

Oh you where going to pay for that Tonight...

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"Vox honey I'm home I hope you enjoyed my show I-"

(reader) looked up from her phone to find Vox not there not in his chair not in his bed nor the couch

"Weird"

She sets her purse down and slips into her night wear before going into the bathroom. When she comes out she finds Vox standing at his desk.

"Oh Vox darling where have you been I wanted to ask you about my show how did you like it? Did I do goo-"

Before she could finish Vox turns to her and picks her up bridal style and drops her on their bed

"So Honey did you enjoy yourself today? Teasing me..."

He starts to kiss her neck

"I'm not s-sure what your talking about Vox I didn't try to tease you"

"Oh you knew exactly what you where fucking doing and wearing my colors to? Your going to fucking take my punishment like the good little slut you are got it?'

He looked down at her with full eyes

"y-yes"

"good girl~ now-"

He grabs her wrist and pulls her to her knees

"Suck"

She opened his dress pants and pulled down his underwear to reveal his cock already hard and dripping precum.

She takes him in her hands and opens her mouth to lick the tip.

He grabs a patch full of her hair and shoves her mouth down his cock.

"where you not fucking listening? I said suck"

She starts to bob her head up and down his grip not letting up

"f-fuck...."

He thrusts up close to coming into her mouth making her gag. He pulls her off and sits her back on the bed

"Strip or I'll do it for you."

She starts to strip but as she goes to take off her thong

"Keep those on..."

"yes sir"

He picks her up puts her back farther on the bed

"head down ass up slut"

She nods and does as told

"good girl..."

Then she feels it the stretch as he thrusts his cock right into her. She lets out a strangled moan.

"V-vox!"

He starts to move in and out of her setting a fast pace.

"Fucking take it T-this is what you get for teasing me you little slut."

She then feels that familiar knot inside her core and she can tell he feels it to by the sudden change of pase.

"F-fuck Vox! I'm g-going t-"

"are you close baby? F-fuck..."

"Y-yess!"

His thrusts start to become sloppy as he starts to near his end as well.

"Cum (reader) fucking cum"

Then she feels it the knot snapping. Cumming on his cock

"F-fuck baby I'm close"

He says as he starts to glitch

"Cum Vox for me.." she says In that soft tone that he loves

"F-Fuck!" He says as he pulls out and cums onto her stomach

"are you okay darling?"

Vox asks soon after

"yes vox I'm quite fine"

He soon cleans her up and lays her into bed quickly climbing in soon after.

"I love you vox" (reader) says as she starts to drift off to sleep

"I Iove you to" he says falling asleep soon after her.

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Thank you for reading this is my first smut post as stated above sorry if it's quick I've had a lot of school work I've missed from not going and have had to catch up!

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader smut #hazbin #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #the vees #velvet hazbin hotel

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mikasas-biggestwhore · 4 months

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i need sub!mikasa x dom!reader like the reader being kinda taller and more dominant than her maybe

ok thank you 💗

Strawberry Cake ♡

a/n: I love Mikasa so much she’s literally one of my favorite characters. (If you can’t tell from the username). I genuinely had fun writing this one and I hope you like it. It took me so long and it’s 4.5k words.

☆ Warning: fembodied reader, cunnilingus, mention of strap ons, hickies, bondage, squirting

☆ Enjoy my dears <3

Thunder boomed, startling you and Mikasa. You both looked to the sky to see that the clouds were quickly turning into a dangerous looking gray. The man on the news claimed it was supposed to storm an hour from now. Mikasa shrugged it off. She had been wanting to have a picnic date with you for a while and wasn’t going to let a storm get in the way.

‘A little rain never hurt anyone’ She said. Now as you were about to leave you could spot the prominent flashes of lightning in those angry clouds from before. The wind started to pick up and not long after it began to rain buckets. The raindrops crash loudly against the roof of the house you and Mikasa called home, making you both wince from the sound.

Seems like that picnic date was canceled after all.

Both of you went through the motions of preparing for a storm. There was food that didn’t require heat, the bathtub was filled with water, and you both made sure to charge all the electronics both of you owned.

Rain thrashed down as the TV played in front of both of you. As expected, anything that wasn’t cable buffered. The storm was so bad that even the regular channels had a hard time playing without static, glitches, or random pauses.

It was quiet with the TV’s sound playing low. It was hard to watch it with all the stuttering and stops but there was nothing better to do. You and Mikasa sat side by side on the couch, neither of you were speaking. Just enjoying one another’s company. You had your head propped in your hand on the arm of the couch. There were reruns of some show you were trying to watch. The name went over your head but it looked familiar. Where have you seen it from?

“Why don’t we bake a cake?” Mikasa’s voice slightly startled you. It had been a while since she had spoken.

You replay her suggestion and raise a brow to her. “What?”

She shrugged and looked at you, “We have nothing else to do.”

Well, she was right. Both of you had just been sitting here for the last hour waiting for the weather to clear up. Your bodies molding into the shape of the couch as you sat there. Baking a cake could be fun. There was just one issue that concerned you however. “What if the power cuts off in the middle of the cake baking?”

“I mean eating cake batter won’t kill you.” She answered with a smile. Mikasa did have a point there and eating cake sounded very appealing as of right now.

“It could be an at home date.” Mikasa drawled. Your picnic date did get ruined so why not make up for it?

It wouldn’t hurt to try, besides the TV had started to freeze up with the audio sounding altered, “Alright it’s a date.” You agreed.

Mikasa smiled at you and rose from her spot on the couch. She wanted to get started immediately while the house still had power. As she practically skipped her way into the kitchen your eyes couldn’t help but follow the motion her backside made as she moved. Her ass looked like it was a ripple in water and gave you the urge to go and grab a handful of it.

Damn, you really weren’t any better than a man.

You stood up to follow her but your pace was much slower compared to hers. Mikasa had beaten you to the pantry and looked for where the cake mix boxes were stored. The top shelf was the one that held all the boxes of cake mix you two owned. She scanned the boxes from where she stood and one that read ‘strawberry’ caught her eye. That’s the one she had her sights on.

When you finally reached the pantry Mikasa was struggling to reach the small box of cake mix. Her fingertips barely grazed the top and she was trying her best to stretch her body as much as she could. Her heels were completely off the ground, putting all of her weight on her tippy toes. She had also grabbed another shelf to give herself support and she stretched her arm to its complete length.

The sight was a common one. Mikasa has always been very adamant that she was not short. You were a lot taller than her and were happy to grab whatever she needed with a price to pay. That price was that you would tease her for her height right afterwards. It wasn’t harmful in the slightest but you got a kick at the way she would glare and pout at you.

After a bit more fiddling the cake mix had finally fallen over and Mikasa caught it with ease. You will admit Mikasa was creative when dealing with her height disadvantage.

Next she went over to a cabinet that held all of the larger bowls in it. The cabinet was even higher than the shelf that was in the pantry. Once again you watch as she struggled.

“Do you need help, babe?” Mikasa glared at you for even asking such a thing and continued to stretch out her body like she did before.

You could only shake your head and wait. It would only be a matter of time before Mikasa finally took your help. She may be stubborn but she knew her limits.

She was able to stretch her body just a bit more. The small movement was enough for her shirt to rise up slightly and expose a small part of her stomach. There was a small bruise on the newly revealed pale skin that caught your eye. It was a mark you had made on Mikasa the other night. You're surprised that it was even still there.

The memories of how you had marked Mikasa's pretty skin up. You flush. You remembered how she moaned from you kissing her breast carefully. Or the whines that would leave her throat when you kept sucking on her inner thighs but refused to get closer to the wet heat between her legs.

Those dirty thoughts had a heat of your own start to build between your legs.

“Y/N please. I need you.” Mikasa whined with arousal. She squirmed in her place on the bed you shared. She wanted to try something new and her wrists were knotted in a pretty red rope tied to the bed posts. She could only wiggled as you covered her in more marks.

You glanced up at her mischievously from your spot in between her legs. She hissed. Her clit was at your mercy as you toyed with it through her underwear. A fake smile of concern was plastered on your face. “Sweetheart.” Your voice filled with a false sense of worry. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.”

Mikasa's whole body was flushed. Her boobs and stomach were covered in hickies. Your mouth was right there, she could feel your hot breath on her pussy. She tried to move but the restraints pulled tight around her wrists. Her pussy quivered pathetically around nothing. Even the fabric of her underwear was not enough friction. She needed something inside of her, her hole felt so empty.

“I want your strap inside me.” Her voice shook as she spoke. She would love to have that large purple dildo inside her.

One of your fingers played with her underwear, pulling at her waistband and snapping it back into place, “Hmm, I don’t know. You don’t seem like you want it enough”

Her slick created a big wet spot on her underwear.

“Pretty please.” She begged.

You watched her for a moment and smiled menacingly, “How can I say no to that?”

“Ugh, Y/N can you help me?” Mikasa asked, defeated. You were taken back into reality. There was a thunderstorm outside, you and Mikasa were trying to bake a cake, and you had to squeeze your thighs together.

Mikasa turned to you confused. You didn’t respond or move. Your face felt hot and you couldn’t look Mikasa in the eye. Your daydreaming had gone overboard.

Something finally clicked and you realized Mikasa’s request. You grabbed the bowl maybe a little too quickly and placed it in her hands. Even with the bowl in her hands she eyed you curiously. She was always sharp and it was hard to get anything past her. You needed to get her gaze off of you, it wasn’t helping wetness between your legs.

“Mikasa I’m taller than you.” You teased to distract yourself.

The raven rolled her eyes at the statement. She knew it was only a matter of time before you got on her about her height again. It was a common thing you teased her for.

She turned her attention to the back of the cake box and scanned the text, reading the instructions before replying.

“You just have longer arms than me.” She corrects. She looked at the first ingredient she needed. “Can you get me 3 eggs from the fridge?”

You did it without another ask. You needed to focus on something else other than Mikasa. You went to the refrigerator and pulled out 3 brown eggs. Mikasa said she bought them because they were healthier than regular eggs. It didn’t matter to you, they all tasted the same.

While you were retrieving the eggs Mikasa had poured the cake mix into the bowl. You gave her the eggs and carefully she began to crack them into the bowl. It always amazed you how she was always able to crack them perfectly in two with no shells dropping. You watched her curiously but from your vantage point you got a full view of her cleavage.

You swore. Someone had to be setting you up.

There were only two more ingredients she needed before she could mix everything, “Can you get the ‘1 cup’ measuring cup and fill it with water? Also, can you get the vegetable oil?” you nodded.

Stay strong, you have to stay strong.

You made your way over to your pantry and looked through the shelves until you finally stumbled on the vegetable oil. It was a full unopened bottle. Well that shows how much cooking you and Mikasa did.

Next you dug through the drawer and found the measuring cups. You grabbed the one you needed and headed back over to Mikasa.

It wasn’t much longer before Mikasa had gotten a wisp and began to stir all the ingredients in the bowl. Supposedly this was the difficult part of baking, having to make sure all the ingredients were properly mixed in with each other.

The batter once full of different colors turned into a solid color of pink. Its bright color made it look appetizing. It was probably going to smell amazing while it baked.

“Now we can get a pan and bake it.” Mikasa smiled up at you. You smiled back.

How did you get so lucky with Mikasa? She was so beautiful, perfect in every way, and she could bake. She was playful and sweet but could also push you around if she wanted to. You knew from the moment you laid her eyes on her that she was the one.

Mikasa had caught your gaze. You both stared at one another. It was a tense moment but Mikasa glanced down at your lips. There was something that started to burn behind her eyes and that’s when you knew.

You pinned her between the counter and your body and Mikasa gasped. She looked at you with a darkening gaze. Her dark eyes filling with lust. A smirk etched itself on your face. You slouched and got close to Mikasa’s ear and whispered.

“I know we’re making a cake but I want a different kind of dessert.” You grabbed a handful of her ass.

A pink hue covered her face as you groped her. She shifted in your hold and accidentally pushed the bowl of cake batter with her arm. Oh right, the cake.

You and Mikasa looked at eachother and giggled, “It’s okay babe. All the ingredients should be good when we’re done.” You assured. Just to be safe you moved the batter into the refrigerator. When you turned around you pounced on Mikasa, bringing her mouth to yours.

She made a noise of surprise but soon recovered. The two of you kissed passionately with you taking the lead. You put your hand through Mikasa’s hair and forced your way into her mouth. The raven let out a moan that spurred you on. Mikasa grabbed at your waist trying to pull you closer.

Your mouth fit perfectly with Mikasa’s. It made you never want to break away but unfortunately you both need oxygen to survive.

As you broke away you both panted. You could actually look at Mikasa now and her hair was a mess from your hand being in it. Her lips were tinted and puffy from kissing so much. You could only assume that you were probably in the same condition.

It wasn’t long before you were right back at it. Instead of kissing Mikasa's lips you kissed the area where her neck and shoulder met. You latched on to the sensitive skin sucked and bit at it. Mikasa’s body grew weak in your hold and it made you smile.

Only you could make her like this. Weak and wet.

You continued to leave open mouthed kisses along her neck. You moved upwards to kiss at her jaw, she moaned loudly in your ear at the touch of the sensitive area. Mikasa couldn't help herself and began to grind her front into you.

“Bedroom?” You asked as you pulled back. A thin line of sweat had started to form on your face. Mikasa’s bangs had stuck to her forehead. Her eyes blinked slowly and she nodded

As you scooped her up Mikasa’s legs were quick to cling to your waist. Her feet placed nicely at your ass. She wrapped her arms around your neck for balance and you took advantage of this.

Your lips connected to her neck and sucked at her skin. “Shit.” She swore. You could feel her hips begin to thrust into yours to gain some friction. You did the same as you sucked a vibrant mark on her neck. It was so bright compared to Mikasa’s pale skin. You loved leaving marks on her skin. The mark filled you with delight. There would be way more than where that came from.

Actually getting to the bedroom you shared with Mikasa was difficult. You two were so involved with each other, there were a couple wrong turns that had Mikasa giggling and you growing embarrassed. It had gotten to the point you would have been happy if you got to fuck her on the couch.

When you finally reached the bedroom you dropped Mikasa and she fell with a soft thump. Your black comforter contrasts against her.

“Take off your clothes.” You commanded.

Mikasa was quick with taking off her shirt and quickly kicked off her shorts she was wearing. You did the same and both of you were stripped to your underwear and bras.

You made your way over to Mikasa crawling up her body. You towered over her and bent on your elbows to kiss her softly. It was much different from your earlier make out session. While that was rushed and rough, this was soft and slow. You two were at it for a couple of minutes and you slowly moved down her body.

“You're so pretty.” You whispered. Mikasa blushed but smiled nonetheless. You don’t know how you got so lucky.

Your fingers slowly undid her bra and tossed it to god knows where. Mikasa’s pale breasts fell out and your positive your eyes sparkled as you watched them bounce. You had always been more of a boob girl and couldn’t help but grab them.

They were soft and you began to thumb over one of her nipples slowly. You drew tight circles around the nipple and watched the little bud begin to grow firm. Mikasa sucked in a harsh breath through her teeth. You latched your mouth to the other nipple and felt Mikasa grab the back of your head.

She wanted to keep you in place as you sucked at her tits. Your tongue swirled around the bud, lightly playing with it in your mouth. She released a soft groan and her hand tightened in your hair. Her tits were always so sensitive.

This went on for a couple more minutes until you started to grow impatient. You were never good with waiting, “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with.” You pulled away from Mikasa to her displeasure. You scooted off the edge of the bed and pulled Mikasa with you.

You were on your knees on the carpeted floor, placed perfectly between Mikasa’s thighs. This made the other girl blush.

From here you could see the wet spot that formed on Mikasa’s underwear. You could smell her also from being so close and the scent made your mouth water. You licked your lips as the sight. Mikasa was so wet and horny for you.

But first you needed to do something.

Slowly you began to kiss her legs. The kisses were soft and slow. You wanted Mikasa to feel loved.

Mikasa squirmed as you did this. She appreciated the gesture but she wanted your attention elsewhere. Her pussy gusted as she watched you. You continued your ministrations teasing her in the process. You kissed her calves, ankles, and even her thighs but never got close to her cunt.

After a few more minutes of this Mikasa had had enough.

“Y/N” she whispered. You looked up at her putting a fake expression of confusion.

“What’s wrong Mikasa?” Fake with concern.

The raven flushed. “You keep teasing me.”

Your expression morphed into a sly one. You looked up at her with a smirk plastered on your face. “Then tell me what you want me to do.”

Mikasa felt slightly embarrassed but she was too horny to care right now. She grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide for you. If possible her face grew more red as she pulled her underwear back to reveal her pussy.

It dripped with a slick. It had started to pool at her hole. If you watched long enough you could see her clit twitch from meeting the cool air. The sight had your own pussy flutter.

“I want your mouth on me.” Her words made you groan. This was the push you needed. Mikasa all prettily spread out for you, her underwear completely soaked through, and her little sighs as she waited for you to make your move.

It wasn’t long as you made quick work of her underwear, tossing it in the same general direction of her bra from before.

You moved your face close to Mikasa’s pussy but were still too far to do anything. Your eyes looked over her glistening folds and blew on her lightly. She let out a little whine and you watched her clit give a twitch. The movement of the little bud made you giggle. Mikasa’s body was so cute.

Mikasa squirmed from your gaze being on her for so long. She was starting to grow impatient and embarrassed. You should probably get started. You needed a moment because it was just so much fun teasing her.

Without any warning you licked a long stride up her cunt.

“Fuck.” Mikasa gasped. You eagerly lapped at her folds running your tongue from the top to the bottom with concentration. Mikasa moaned and her body withered under your ministrations. You wanted to really taste her.

The feeling of your tongue on her was one that left her constantly out of breath. You were a menace, a skilled one. Each time you ate Mikasa out she swore that a piece of her would die and ascend. It must be to heaven because she sure felt like she entered the cloud palace when you were between her legs.

There wasn’t much noise coming from Mikasa. She squirmed on the sheets and let out a hard breath every now and then. It worried you at one point but you found that she was usually quiet during sex, which is why when you heard her cry out because YOU were the one making her feel good pride would always fill your chest.

It was one of those times when Mikasa wasn’t making much noise so you took it up a notch. You completely focused on Mikasa’s clit. You rolled the firm bud in your mouth and felt it twitch against your tongue as you sucked at it.

Her thighs quivered around your head and her fingers twisted into the sheets. “Yes, like that. Feels so good.” She moaned.

She could barely open her eyes as pleasure coursed through her. It all felt so good and left her mind feeling blank. Her chest rose and fell harshly as she tried to gain composure but just simply couldn’t. It felt too good for her to comprehend.

Mikasa gave light thrusts into your mouth but would stop and then start again. It seemed to be a constant battle with herself. Did she want to be closer to you or farther away? Your tongue felt so good on her but too much at the same time. Her body just couldn’t make up its mind.

So you made the choice for her.

Your arms curled around her thighs and pulled her closer. Tentatively, you moved your tongue lower to her hole, licking at her entrance slowly. The motion had her whine above you. It seemed that you made more slick pool at the base of her cunt. You played with the rim of her hole and without any warning plunged your tongue inside of her.

“Oh fuck!” Mikasa threw her head back and arched.

Immediately there was the feeling of fingers threading through your hair. You barely did anything and Mikasa was already trying to shove your face farther into her pussy. You had no issue with it. You used the hold you already had on her thighs and if possible spread her legs wider to give you better access.

Her walls clenched around your tongue, fluttering whenever you wiggled it in the slightest. She let out small gasps and soft moans which were music to your ears. The scent of Mikasa was strong. Her musk filled your nostrils and made your mouth water. You loved how she smelled. The way she tasted was even better.

Mikasa has always tasted sweet to you. There was always a hint of bitterness but you barely tasted it if at all. Another moan erupted from her, this one louder than the last. The sounds Mikasa made was something you could listen to on repeat. There were so many things that made you love to eat Mikasa out. It was your favorite thing to do in the bedroom.

The feeling of your own slick starting to pool in your underwear. Oh, that was another thing. Eating Mikasa out heavily turned you on.

One of your hands inched its way downwards to your own underwear. Your underwear was completely soaked and your slick was practically dripping down your thighs. To be fair you had been so focused on Mikasa you had been neglecting yourself.

You pushed past your own waistband and began to finger yourself. You could feel how your own walls clung to your finger and added a second one. You were so wet you were able to fit in two of your fingers immediately. You thrusted them in and out of yourself quickly as your thumb moved in circles on your clit. The feeling made your toes curl and you moaned into Mikasa making the raven throw her head back in return.

It wasn’t going to be much longer before both of you finished. Your tongue thrusts had begun to get sloppy and the raven above you was a mess. Everything felt so hot and both you and Mikasa were so sweaty. She had gotten much louder then she had been before which was a tell tale sign she was gonna cum.

Mikasa’s face was scrunched up in pleasure and her body had begun to stiffen up. “I’m so close.” She whined out.

You pulled your face away from her. The raven panted as she looked down at you in confusion. A sign of desperation and want was etched in her features. You lifted your other hand that had been clawing at Mikasa’s thigh and plunged your middle finger inside of her.

She moaned loudly and practically screamed when you then placed your thumb on her clit. You couldn’t help but get disappointed that Mikasa wouldn’t be cumming in your mouth or on your strap but those would be plans for another day.

Your finger wiggled around until you finally found her G-spot. You abused the internal button until Mikasa started to spasm. “C-Cumming!”

Her walls squeezed around your digits tightly and her eyes rolled back. You slowly stopped playing with her clit and helped her through her orgasm. When you removed your fingers a thin line of slick connected you to her pussy.

Mikasa’s whole body seemed to deflate as she laid on your bed. She huffed and puffed trying to get her breathing back to a normal level. She was spent. Now it was your turn.

It wasn’t going to take much.

You laid back on your spot on the floor and started to thrust in yourself again. You had subconsciously paused your own pleasure to push Mikasa over the edge. This had set you back some. You rubbed and fingered yourself but it didn’t seem to build up, it just wasn’t enough anymore.

You're not sure when but Mikasa had somehow regained her composure and moved down on the floor with you. You were trying desperately to get some pleasure. “Let me help.” She said, She removed your hands from yourself and got down to the level of your pussy.

Was she about to? No. Would she?

Your question was answered quickly as Mikasa latched her mouth onto your clit. A loud moan escaped you but that was the first to come. Mikasa put her fingers inside you going in and out.

Like you thought it wasn’t long before you were back on the verge of cumming. Mikasa’s fingers felt so good rubbing against your walls. At some point she found your G-Spot and whenever she rubbed the sponge area it had your eyes rolling back. The rubber band you felt in your belly was ready to snap.

Something about this time felt different but it became a small thought at the back of your head.

“Mika I’m gonna-” You weren’t able to finish as your orgasm came over you. You're not sure when you closed your eyes but all you saw was white behind your eyelids. Your whole body arched and convulsed. It was slightly muted to your own ears but you could hear yourself making noise of some kind.

After you were thoroughly through your orgasm it took a few seconds for your brain to switch back on again.

When you opened your eyes Mikasa’s half of her face was wet and dripping slightly. What happened? What did you do?

“I made you squirt babe.” She licked her lips. Oh, since when were you able to squirt? You’ve never done that before.

Mikasa sat herself upright, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t either.” you said as you looked sheepishly at her. You grabbed one of your shirts that had been cast aside much earlier and handed it to Mikasa.

She wiped her face and the two of you kissed. You could taste yourself in Mikasa’s mouth but didn’t mind. Both of you stood up and made your way over to the bed. You were both disgustingly sweaty but you needed to wash the bedsheets anyways

Mikasa and you both flopped on the bed and got comfortable. You cuddled up to one another and then thunder clapped startling you both. Right there was a thunderstorm outside which reminded you.

You turned over to Mikasa, “I know we’re both gross but do you wanna finish baking that cake? You taste wonderful but strawberry cake sounds really good right now.”

Y’all idk if I can write that much for all these requests. Gosh dang this thing took a lot of brain power to come up with 😭. Also I appreciate criticism it helps a lot!

Anyway, I do hope you like it. I’m a little self-conscious about the actual smut part but it is what it is. Let me know if I missed anything for the warning. On to the next request!

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quartzitess · 5 months

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Alrighty! New itfts’s out time for me to theorize like alil idiot.

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Right now I'm starting to notice a pattern, especially for clocks character. From what I can see he's becoming more aware, more sentient, he's not a strange host like creature (ei. Algebraliens.))

And from what I can see, a small snippet of an alternate clock (who I will be addressing as obj c, for the sake of simplicity) setting up some popcorn, maybe sitting down at his couch, to watch a movie? To lounge about? To flip some channels.. and doze off, you know, avarage Sunday evening.

And at the end, as pointed out by user kyndal47 in the comment section of this episode, they point out the fact in the end we can see an image of clock, staring directly back at US, (that's if we bring up the brightness at 11:31, if you wanna see for yourself?)

My first theory is about clock, more specifically, obj c, we see at the end he's setting up some popcorn to lounge, and from what I can observe. During the elimination, we see green turn into a radio as he gets eliminated. If your alittle observer like me!

(Im lying, I literally had to turn on the captions on my second watch because my silly ass forgot too :b!)

You'd notice greens still saying something.

“- There IS no coming back”

“Well, just to philosophize Between two eternities, I realize”

“it’s just a dream,-”

“- and my advice”

“Is don't neglect to”

“have a nice-”

And it cuts off. Just like that.

“it’s just a dream” r. Green says, “ and my advice is don't neglect to have a nice.., it cuts off, I don't know about you but if I had to assume, I'd like to think the ending to that sentence would've been, have a nice dream.

Have a nice dream? Obj c is dreaming, dreaming of himself being “clock” being a strange host - like creature, and more evidence to support this theory!

We hear our blurred out polka say (in reverse, again thank you user kyndal47 for providing this info) she says “change the channel” multiple times, and followed after by “i can hold Everything together for only so long”.

So from what I can see this is a dreaming obj c, subconsciously flipping through channels, while dreamin’! And perhaps polkas in a sense, a key to those channels, as her “dots” are portals that lead to different dimensions! (aka, channels!)

The blurred out polka is almost a glitched/ altered version of polka that's also more aware? Awake in a sense, she's a small and compact card with dots and her dots are portals to different channels, different channels SHE keeps together (by holding Herself together!) Literally! But when we see her fly out of blurry dot she seems less aware? Almost like she forgot what she said.

Its like when she was brought back again, she forgot a part of who she was, I mean heck! The polka we see in show barely even knows where her portals lead too!

Maybe she's in a sense a direct reflection of the tv were possibly watching the show through? The box that holds everything together, the card with millions of channels complied into one, the channels being represented as “portals” she can let people go through.

And the fact what were watchings a strange midnight amalgamation of a dream where our barely conscious obj c sleepily flips through channels while still stuck in a dream? And yet he still neglects to have a sense of control or logic in what happens in it, he forgets what or why he's here for.

He neglected what it meant to have a nice dream.

(tl , dr)

Clock, (the sentient one we see at the end of itft is addressed as obj c) may or may not be in a dream and polka dot is the key to the channels (aka universes) as her dots are portals that teleport to different places, she's stated in the episode “i can hold everything together for only so long” as supporting the theory she may be a direct reflection of the tv we're watching itft through, and pretty much the entirety of itft is a dream that obj c is stuck in.

#osc #object shows #its time for the #itft #itft clock #itft polka dot #itft green #its time for the theory!#quartzii thoughts #quartzii theories #theories #this is just some speculating! so dont take what i say to seriously. i love word vomiting on tumblr sometimes ^_^

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lasunsettia · 11 months

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para ti papá | miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara & g/n reader (platonic but there's love in everything amirite)

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miguel hates wasting time. you hate seeing people pretend to act tough. miscommunication, trauma bonding, and a movie night(?) ensue.

this will be a two parter, so enjoy the first bit of (belated) father's day hurt/comfort... aka the hurt

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“hey! you took all the frosting!”

“you did smush the cupcake on my nose, cariño.”

swipe.

“dad, what’s a hickey? and why does uncle gabriel say you have to keep covering them up?”

“… i’ll tell you when you’re older.”

swipe.

“if spider-man can stay up past 10 pm, why can’t i?”

“mija, he’s way older and has a whole nueva york to defend. you still need me to tie your shoes. and you call pigeons street chickens.”

“okay i’m returning your father’s day gift.”

“wait what-”

swipe.

“i love you dad. even if you stink sometimes.”

“hey now, i don’t smell that bad.”

“you sure?”

“… pass. but… i love you too.”

finishing with loud giggles, the final video ends. silence gradually fills the room, the echoes of long-lost laughter fading out. the thrum of miguel’s workstation shifts into white noise.

a fragment of the life miguel had with his daughter, gabriella, lingers on the expanded screen in front of him. the gabi on the screen stays stuck in miguel’s lap, trapped by his arms as he leans down to tickle her. a mischievous grin flashes on that miguel’s face.

but as the screen and that reality flickers away, miguel shuts his eyes. he hangs his head low, letting out a deep sigh. jessica and peter and the others have asked him countless times why he keeps doing this. going over memories of a life that was never his to begin with.

over. and over. and over.

it’s equal parts selfish and self-denying. that world may not have been his. but he still mourns what bits of it he could experience. the joy. the love and safety he could provide. having a genuine reason to smile….

at the same time, he resents himself for the lives he’s destroyed. a whole dimension, gone. all because of his blind longing.

he’s lost too much, inflicted too much pain and destruction, to not remind himself of what he’s fighting for. what the whole spider society is trying to achieve.

“earth to miguel. reality check coming in.”

miguel glances to the side as lyla appears above him, glitching between sitting with her legs crossed and standing with her hands on her hips. he furrows his brow at her sly expression. the heels of his palms dig even deeper into the workstation desk.

“yeah yeah, i’m listening,” miguel exhales. he leans back, swiping away a lingering hologram screen and looking across the surveillance setup. “is there something i should be seeing or…?”

lyla reappears beside the screens. “well, there’s an anomaly on earth-2444. some goons from spider-man noir’s world got sucked up during a botched bank heist.” the surveillance screens flash images and video clips of said anomalies breaking into a banquet hall, holding some attendees hostage and engaging in a standoff with security and police. “made a dinner party a heck of a lot more interesting, buuut technically those people may still be in danger.”

miguel raises an eyebrow. “and noir’s not handling the case himself… why?” the cynical, black and white-dressed vigilante usually loved any excuse to hand troublemakers’ asses to them. especially those from his dimension. it seemed weird to miguel that noir wasn't eagerly rushing to save the day.

“he’s on an in-world crime bust.” lyla points to one of the screens. a brief montage of noir in a standoff flashes and quickly slows to a still photo.

“okay, then alert the local spider-man. this is a one, maybe two-person job. they can handle it and ask for someone on standby if need be.”

“they’re also busy.”

"well then we’ll send someone else.”

miguel grows more irritated by the moment. why is lyla making this more difficult than it has to be?

“there’s no one else to send, miguel.” the videos on the surveillance screens freeze, highlighting the ongoing dimensional deviation that needs addressing.

“en serio, lyla, you’re telling me there’s no one we can dispatch for this?”

“no, miguel.” lyla’s blunt, almost annoyed-sounding response claps back at miguel’s exasperation. she counts off on her fingers as she continues, growing to a human size in front of him. “everyone else we have is sick, on patrol, or on break for today.”

except you.

lyla doesn’t say it, but miguel can feel it in her tone.

he swallows a groan, resting his hands on his hips. it’s a simple job, really. take down a few anomalies. send them back home or toss them in a laser cage overnight. and then get back to trying not to burst a damn blood vessel over preserving the delicate balance of the multiverse.

still, there’s something that tugs him back a bit. makes his body more sore than usual, even though he took his last injection a few days ago. something calls for him to stay put. review the surveillance footage to see if there’s something bigger he can tackle.

or if there’s another video of gabi he can not so subtly revisit and ease his lingering emotional ache with.

“lyla….” miguel cringes a bit at how tired his voice sounds. “i–”

“hold up boss. i got some new info.”

lyla interrupts miguel with a status update. two of the surveillance screens depict a spider on the move, another screen flashing their background notes and mission statistics. “we got a familiar face on the way, but from the looks of things, they may need an assist…”

the meaning behind lyla’s words hits miguel almost immediately. that unmistakable get up and the record of their recent mistakes and mishaps catches his attention.

and so does a roster of the stupid nicknames this spider has referred to miguel by for the last year. lyla’s been keeping a secret record, apparently.

ese pinche pendejo.

the irritation radiates tenfold off miguel as he presses a button on the workstation, initiating its descent. he impatiently taps at his watch while the workstation takes its time. regardless of how shitty he feels today, he’s not going to let this dumbass screw up handling some small antagonists yet again.

“patch me through to them,” miguel demands. “now.”

lyla sighs, glitching to miguel’s shoulder in miniature form. “thought you might say that,” she deadpans.

miguel turns, jumping down the remaining distance between the platform and the floor. he can’t waste any time. he doesn’t want to.

he presses the big yellow dot representing earth-2444 on the watch interface. a burst of blue-hued rays illuminate the entryway to the room before forming the glowing, golden hexagonal portal entrance.

“well, they’re not answering but they know you’re on the way,” lyla reports, appearing next to the portal and giving a mini salute.

miguel mutters under his breath, summoning his mask over his head. taking a deep breath, he steps into the shimmering portal, ready to confront the nuisances awaiting him in earth-2444.

and to knock some damn sense into the idiot that hopefully doesn’t screw things up in the next few minutes.

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“OW! FUCK ME!”

the baking sheet drops with a loud thud from your hand onto the tiny stove. red hot heat and pain flashes across your fingertips. cursing under your breath, you shake your gloved hand, blowing on it in hopes the pain will quickly subside.

whichever spider person gave you the tip for making your suit gloves heat resistant was a damn liar. they’d be hearing your angry complaints later. for now, you nudge the oven closed with your hip and peek over at the empanadas scattered on the baking sheet. the pastries don’t look half bad, gleaming a nice shade of brown. at the very least, the kitchen air smells absolutely heavenly. hints of savory spices, herbs, and the fillings… it's blissful.

hopefully they’re enough for miguel to forgive my ass, you wish internally. deception and some white lies aren’t exactly your favorite tactics to use. but when it comes to making headstrong leaders slash close-ish friends confront their suppressed emotional turmoil, you decide it’ll do the job.

it’s your way of offering that stoic tight ass some support. you’ve known miguel for a little over a year, and you two weren’t super close friends. sometimes he acted more like he wanted to punch you in the jaw than chat with you about your lives or an upcoming mission. but you ended up crossing paths more often than coworkers who tolerate each other generally do. and the way you both gradually got in the habit of calling each other first for an assist signaled some level of trust. even if you were the one to call on him a little more.

after jessica and peter, you were first in line for lyla to contact when miguel needed to strategize. or pull his head out of his ass. or, in rare moments, have someone to talk to and be a normal person. especially after a particularly rough day.

it was during the rare moments of guard-down vulnerability that you caught glimpses of the little things miguel o'hara usually kept under heavy wraps. like his love for homemade food. how he's somehow only seen a grand total of fifty something movies in his lifetime. and the soul-crushing inner turmoil he held onto on a day like father’s day.

which was today. and without a doubt, you knew miguel would try to act tough and soldier on like it was another boring sunday unless someone did something about it.

you double check that the oven’s turned off before moving to grab a cool drink from the fridge. a variety of sodas, teas, and water with brands parodying those of your world greet you. along with some other basic groceries. you make a mental note to thank the spider of earth-2444 for their generosity.

any other thoughts or drink selection is quickly interrupted by a rapidly growing thrumming sound. you notice too late that the sound isn’t coming from the oven or the refrigerator. a loud banging and crashing emerges from down the hallway.

shit… is that–?

the string of growls and curses in spanish coming from the bathroom answers your question. to your mental checklist, you add any toiletry replacements and bathroom repairs miguel might be wracking up.

“mierda, lyla, where the hell did you send me?”

the muffled yell springs you into action. blindly grabbing a pair of drinks from the fridge - one for you and miguel each - you attempt to cool off your hand while speeding over to the couch. the fridge shuts with a click as you sit down and swipe the remote off the tiny table in front of you. the tv’s loud chimes while turning on send your heartbeat shooting up even faster.

“shut up shut up shut up,” you command under your breath. this whole encounter is feeling less like revealing a surprise and more like awaiting your imminent chewing out on behalf of miguel o’hara. speaking of…

the bathroom door bangs open down the hall. an exasperated snarl spills out of miguel’s mouth, his heavy footsteps thudding against the tiny apartment’s hardwood floors. you nervously shuffle through the viewing options on the tv, finding just the one you had in mind and clicking it right before the footsteps slow.

miguel blinks behind his mask. disbelief fills him for a moment, quickly overshadowed by a cloud of anger. here he is, transported into some random, dimly lit apartment rather than the grand, glowing banquet hall currently under threat. he’d just ripped a tangle of shower curtains out of determination to get out sooner. all for the signs to continue to point to lyla having directed him to the wrong place.

or so he thinks. until he sees the very spider person he’d come to make sure wasn’t making the hostage situation worse. kicking back here. watching some fucking movie.

he calls out your name in a lowered, explanation-demanding voice. “what the hell is this?”

the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. it’s obvious from his tone that he’s beyond pissed. still, maybe a little charm can stun him.

you place the drinks on the table and turn towards miguel, resting an arm on the back of the couch. “it’s a movie night, mig,” you reply casually, nodding back towards the tv. “was waiting for you to show up.”

the eyes of miguel's mask narrow as he takes in the scene, his anger simmering beneath the surface. he had expected to find a high-stakes hostage situation. not a seemingly relaxed movie night in progress.

"we've got a serious situation on our hands, and you're here watching… whatever that is?"

you can practically breathe in the tension in the air. “it’s the godfather,” you start in defense, pulling yourself off the couch and slowly walking towards him. “and i already took care of it.” you mirror miguel’s signature hands on hips intimidation pose, stopping just a small distance in front of him.

“oh, really ?” his voice drips with bitter sarcasm. “you single-handedly saved the day while i was tearing shower curtains? without revealing your face to bystanders? or letting the anomalies almost slip into a whole other universe?”

he’s mocking you now. dragging your failures out to try to put you in your place. but little does he know those screw ups don’t phase you like they normally would.

they were intentional, after all. just bait to lure him in, right here, right now.

tugging your mask off, you meet miguel's gaze with unwavering confidence. "and i made it back here in less than 10 minutes,” you respond. “everyone’s got off days, gorgeous. but i really did handle it this time. you can trust me."

miguel scoffs. “you said the same thing about the prowler from earth-4269. then he broke out of his cage and almost tore a hole through your stomach.”

“ugh, don’t remind me,” you shudder. “hobie still hasn’t let me live that one down. or stopped trying to convince me to get a belly button piercing.”

the mix of skepticism and frustration in miguel’s stare doesn’t waver at your joke. instead, a moment of silence save for the tv in the background falls between the two of you.

“lyla.” miguel finally breaks the lull, turning his attention to the ai assistant appearing beside him. lyla offers a little wave, waiting for instructions. “show me what happened,” he demands.

“sure thing,” lyla chirps, immediately projecting a holographic display in front of miguel.

the room fills with a projected recap of your earlier crime-fighting events. your swift and agile movements as you expertly wrangled the anomalies. tossing and tugging them away from hitting, shooting, or otherwise harming the hostages. the attendees expressing their gratitude as you kicked the bad guys into a portal home.

and the unceremonious ending where security and the police chased after you and you swung back here to hide away and breathe. lyla had made sure to cut out all the surprise-related details. including the part where you almost fucked up the empanada recipe with a shit ton of sugar instead of salt.

“what’d i tell you?” you chime in, crossing your arms as the recap ends. “had to make sure there were no distractions for ou- i mean my. my godfather watch party.”

the skepticism seems to have mostly faded from miguel’s masked expression, replaced by agitation. leaning to the side slightly, you release a web towards the kitchen. you grin as you successfully capture and pull back an empanada. “made some snacks too. wanna try one, sweeth– ah shit, it’s still hot.”

lyla chuckles while you juggle the empanada between your hands. miguel, on the other hand, remains unamused.

“if you already covered everything, why didn’t you report that back to lyla?” miguel questions.

you stiffen, gripping the slightly cooler empanada in between your gloves. “well, about that…" you start to say, easing him into your ulterior motives.

“and how didn’t you pick up on the fact that the coast was already clear, hmm?” miguel interjects. his sharp gaze shifts to lyla hovering above his shoulder. he senses that something isn't adding up, and his instincts are honing in on the bluff.

lyla shrugs. “even gorgeous ai assistants make mistakes sometimes,” she responds nonchalantly. “besides, spidey here didn’t pick up, so i was going off what information i had at the time.”

miguel lets out a dry laugh. mentirosos. los dos. his mask disappears to reveal his piercing red eyes fixed on you. his tongue darts out to lick a particularly sharp canine, intensifying his glare. his expression demands answers.

"so, screwing up missions wasn't good enough for you, was it?" he accuses, his arms crossed. "you just had to move on to wasting my time with non-existent ones."

you can't help but snort at the accusation. "maybe i just really like your attention and oh so friendly company," you remark mockingly, taking a deliberate bite of your empanada.

miguel's eyebrow quirks in confusion and ever-growing irritation. with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you continue, "or maybe, just maybe, i had something else planned the whole time."

the atmosphere in the room crackles with frustration and impatience as miguel’s eyes narrow. he tries to unravel the truth behind your actions. "wanna tell me?" his tone orders you more than asks.

you meet his intense stare head-on, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "well, miguel, let's just say i wanted to test how you handle unexpected situations. we need to be prepared for anything, right?"

miguel's eyebrows furrow. "wh- testing me?” he shakes his head, baffled by your audacity. “por dios, is this some kind of game to you?"

you take another bite of the empanada, relishing in the flavorful distraction. "kinda,” you answer casually. “and you weren’t gonna take some time off today anyway so… i had to take matters into my own hands."

miguel looks seconds away from either throwing you against the wall or ripping the empanada from your hands. well, at least it gives a sense of how he might respond to what comes next.

“lyla, you can do the thing now,” you say before finishing your snack.

before miguel can ask what thing you’re talking about, a whirring sound comes from his wrist. a series of flashes and glitches flicker across the watch face. his eyes widen in confusion at the display. “what…” he murmurs, tapping at the screen lightly to try to see what’s going on. but his touch only worsens the glitching. he grits his teeth, pressing the seemingly-malfunctioning watch in aggravation.

“don’t worry,” you interject calmly. your reassurance earns you a frustrated glare. “the thing’s not broken… it’s just on–”

“lockdown.” lyla’s voice interrupts from miguel’s and your watches simultaneously. the ai is out of sight and at limited capacity for now, according to your carefully-planned programming. “the affected watches are under multiverse jump restriction for three hours. operation 'reel healing' is underway. happy movie watching, cuties….”

both watches’ screens fade to black, only to be replaced by the word "lockdown" in red and a countdown timer starting to tick away the three hours.

peter and jessica had warned you miguel might not respond well to this. a forced but well-intended work break, meant to give him some time off from stressing over the multiverse…. and to maybe get him to stop beating himself up over his tragic inter-dimensional mistake for one night.

are you interfering with spider society work? sure. will miguel hate your guts for a while? no doubt about it. but you just wanted to be a good friend. and good friends don’t let their friends sulk in their dark lair alone on father’s day.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when miguel’s frustration finally erupts. without warning, miguel snatches you by the shoulders, claws tearing at your suit as he slams you against the wall. the impact against the wall jolts through your body, causing you to wince in pain.

"is this about the 'reel healing' nickname?" you try to joke through a winded gasp. "because peter and gwen were the ones who-"

miguel's grip on your shoulders tightens. all words clear from your mind, your survival mode subconsciously triggered. his voice is strained as he leans in close, shutting down your attempt to diffuse the situation.

"do you have any idea how this little stunt could backfire?" a clear concern lies in his words, but his rage at your actions seems a lot more obvious. his direct eye contact could burn holes into your head.

some regret gnaws at you, but your stubbornness wins out. “i'm pretty sure it won’t,” you retort. adrenaline courses through your veins.

miguel growls. his canines seem even sharper now that they’re right within bite-your-face-off distance. “we have a job to do–”

“and we’ll get back to it later,” you cut him off, trying not to groan at how miguel’s claws threaten to draw blood. “in case you haven’t noticed, we’re stuck here . we either gotta wait for something to happen or chill the fuck out. and even if hq has something come up, i got some people covering for us.”

the grip on your shoulders loosens ever so slightly. miguel’s glare demands answers.

“there’s a bypass,” you continue, “if things actually do go south. immediate contacts that will override the lockdown. but i got a roster of people on patrol and their backups.” gently placing your hands around miguel’s wrist, you finish. “and jess and peter are in charge while we’re gone. so maybe… lighten up a bit?”

for a brief moment, a quiet only broken by the movie in the background hangs heavy in the room. miguel releases his grip, shaking off your hold on his wrists and stepping back from the wall. his anger shifts to a mix of emotions.

inside his mind, miguel screams at you. lighten up, my ass. you dragged me out here for some… movie? intervention? god, what the fuck is this?

a glimmer of belief and hurt flickers in his still sharp gaze. he can barely look at you, staring anywhere but your face. regret starts to seep back into your thoughts. taking control from the control freak like this was beyond a bad idea. it was a violation of trust. regardless of how much progress you’d made with picking past miguel’s tough guy exterior, his open wounds were off limits.

miguel opens his mouth, and you brace yourself for the incoming insults and backlash. but for whatever reason, nothing comes out. miguel just shakes his head, muttering under his breath and pinching the bridge of his nose.

your hands fall limply to your side. slight fatigue aches in your muscles. today’s mission and orchestrating everything to make this little get together possible is taking its physical and mental toll.

looking towards the screen, you observe a wedding day scene playing out—a rare, relatively blood-free moment in the godfather. although you haven't watched the movie – at least, not recently – your intuition tells you that this is one of the few upbeat scenes. it seems like the perfect opportunity to sit down and immerse yourself in the movie.

from the corner of your eye, you notice that miguel's attention is also drawn to the tv, his expression still clouded with an emotional storm.

"you… wanna sit down?" you suggest cautiously. "enjoy some empanadas and ruthless mafia violence? maybe talk about our days…?"

miguel looks back at you, his frown deepening at the sight of your small, nervous smile. the unspoken turmoil within him seems to wrestle with the idea.

but he chooses to pull away. put up barriers. he lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from you, retracing his steps down the hallway he came from. the distance between you widens in more than just the physical sense.

fatigue weighs even heavier on your shoulders, both physically and emotionally. it squashes your desire to go after him, to admit you stepped way out of line. yet, deep down, you wish he would stay. just to make the apartment feel less stifling than it’s growing to be.

"mig… wait," you call out weakly, the ache in your chest and body mirroring the ache in your voice.

the sound of your voice hangs in the air. miguel ignores it, opening the bathroom door and quickly slipping inside. the door swings shut with a loud click. miguel seals himself away from you and any chance of immediate resolution.

a suffocating sense of disappointment settles over you. how could you have been so stupid?

with a heavy sigh, you make your way towards the couch. the sounds of the movie and the scent of empanadas fill the air, but they fail to mask the pain and loneliness that lingers.

miguel’s left you with the weight of your actions.

and according to your watch, you have two hours, fifty-six minutes, and thirteen seconds to review just how foolish and self-centered you were to think making miguel o'hara watch a movie with you would make his father’s day any less shitty.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara & reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

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priestessame · 1 year

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Succubus 101

Aahhhhhh omg this is one brain rot I cannot get out of my head.

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Nerd Tartaglia x Novice Succubus reader

Summary: An unsuspecting Tartaglia accidentally summons a real succubus. Warnings: penetrative sex, slight awkwardness, choking, FLUFF, Tartaglia being pussy drunk, overstimulation, dirty talk. AFAB reader.Switch reader sub-Tartaglia, needy Tartaglia.

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Ajax dragged himself back to his room. Judging from the mess Scaramouche had left behind, it looked like even his emo roommate had things to do on a Friday night.

Childe tried not to overthink it. After all nothing wrong with solitude. And he was even looking forward to the time alone until he stepped inside. The empty room dawned on him, no matter how much he tried to cheer himself up he could press the bitterness of the situation down.

He looked over at his side, at one of his biochemistry textbooks lying open on his bed. Suddenly regretting not taking up the offer to go drinking with itto and the others, now that he knew exactly how his evening was going to play out.

Not long after he was already switching tabs, typing in the name of his go-to hentai site. Palming himself through his pants as he scrolled through the video icons. It wasn't new for him to spend the night pumping his cock watching some random hentai. It was almost routine to him at this point. It felt fucking great while jacking off, but by the time the high wore off, he just felt very alone. After a few minutes of scrolling, he finally found a video he found somewhat appealing. Showing a lovely pink-haired anime girl, playfully flashing her breasts.

He groaned as the click instead made 3 other pop ups appear, sending him to random corners of the internet. With an annoyed grunt, he pulled his hand out of his pants.

He tried to find his way back to the porn site, but another click sent him to a pop-up article on how porn was harmful.

'Did you know that watching porn also can also cause you to lose all cerebral fluid??!' it said in bright yellow lettering.

"yeah sure." Ajax chuckled to himself, clicking away from the weird website. He should have gotten the new firewall system Albedo was telling him about. Maybe that way he could go back to watching hentai without all these damn pop ups.

"What now?" He complained aloud. The screen seemed to have gone completely blank. The white cursor froze on the screen. He moved his mouse but the cursor remained where it was. Ajax felt a pit in his stomach, if his computer actually caught some virus right before the end sem- He clicked at the screen aggressively. Slamming random keys to get some kind of reaction.

The computer screen glitched suddenly, with a sharp hiss that made him jump. The lights in the room flickered before going out with an eerie 'woosh'. For a few seconds, Ajax sat in the complete dark blinking.

The computer screen lit up, bathing his face in a red glow. Ajax brushed his curls from his face. The language on the screen was nothing like he has ever seen before. It had flickered on just as the room had darkened from the short circuit. White and red runes appearing out of nowhere. All placed around the screen in strange concentric patters. If he stared too long it felt as though they moved across the screen like some optic illusion.

His blue eyes peered over his glass, "what in the world… is that Enochian?" He murmured. At this point, Ajax had started to get a little scared. His ears rang, eyes playing tricks on him as he frantically tried to find the cursor. All he really wanted to do was get off this cursed ass site.

"Like the coding on that one? I did it myself!"

Ajax jumped violently, spinning around in the dark to see a figure sitting casually on his bed. With a gasp, Ajax slipped from his chair, landing on the floor hard. "What the actual fuck!" He cried out. You gave him no reaction, continuing to read through his textbook sheepishly.

"Biochemistry." You sighed laying down on your stomach, your tail flicking lazily, "honestly I would have preferred someone who was studying humanities."

He stared at you, "okay so I have lost all my cerebral fluid and gone completely mad."

You tilted your head to the side, "i don't think loss of cerebral fluid causes hallucinations though."

Ajax was still too much in a daze to hold a conversation with you, "All I fucking did was click that website, and it would cause a whole ass person to appear."

You pumped up your fist in the air, "I KNOW RIGHT?! it works!" You said, rolling on to your back, and kicking your legs happily. "God that's bound to get me an A, I mean not to brag but I might have just revolutionized the plane for succubi-human interactions!"

Right. A strange half-naked woman had suddenly appeared talking about demonic coding. And he still had his cock out. Ajax held up a hand, while furiously trying to zip up his undone pants.

"Okay hold up. So you're telling me you're a… Sex demon?" "A Succubus," you corrected him pointing at the little black horns on your head, Still, on the floor, Ajax gave out a hollow laugh, slapping his forehead, "there's a sex demon on my bed."

You frowned at him, "I'm a Succubus, it really isn't that uncommon of a word." Ajax continued to stare at you, now perched cross-legged on his bed. With your outfit, you looked more like an adult cosplayer than an actual demon. Firstly the small bat wings on your back were more cute than daunting. The black spade-tipped tail swished lazily. Your skirt god save him, was just perfect on you. The leather digging into your skin lightly. Ending right your mid-way thigh, with gorgeous slits down both sides. And the leather halter top had a heart cut out for your chest. Fuck they looked so soft-

He forced himself to look at your face. If it wasn't for that ominous Golden glow in your eyes, he would have thought you had walked out of one of his hentai videos. "With that outfit, you don't really look like a demon."

Your eyes slit, and the lights in the room flickered. The temperature around him dropped so suddenly that his ears popped. Your golden eyes flashed at him teasingly, "Wanna see proof?" You warned. Ajax felt his cock twitch at your tone. "Nope." He gulped, attempting to stand up.

He tried to get his brain working again. "So I summoned you? Through that website?" He asked. You smiled proudly, clearly very pleased with your academic endeavor, "that's right." He cocked his head to the side, a lopsided smile that meant trouble appearing on his face. "So that means we have a contract ?"

Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your skirt. "I was just testing out my website, but I guess it does."

You looked up at him, unable to keep the desire from pooling between your legs. You really liked this cute human before you, and you'd love to indulge him more. You patted the mattress beside you softly, watching him practically trip over himself trying to sit down. Ajax bit back a moan as you settled onto his lap. Warm core pressing up against his bulge.

His fingers rested on your skirt. Your breasts squished up against his chest. God he loved this outfit on you. He couldn't help but run his hands along your sides.

Ajax scratched his head, "So this is like your job?" "It's not my job" you snapped at him, "It's how I collect souls."

Ajax's face paled, cerulean eyes wide.

You gave out a soft giggle, "I'll make an exception this time." You promised, "after all.. your voice trailed off.

"You're kinda my first." You completed with a blush.

He arched an eyebrow "So you're a virgin succubus?"

You give him a pout, "you see, virginity as a construct is much more human than you realize, doesn't really apply to demons."

"I don't know, I thought you would have had some… Practicals." He said.

"T-that's not what they covered in class." You murmured.

"So what do they teach in succubus 101?"

You looked at him as if it was apparent "You know, consent and stuff!"

Ajax ran a hand through his hair, "Of course." Your thigh dug into his growing erection. "You know if you want… I mean now that I am here." You started, breasts almost aching with need. "I could you know, help you out?"

Ajax felt his mouth go dry. "You really want to?" His cerulean orbs drank in your curves, what he would give to actually be able to touch you. You grinned at him, sliding your hand down his abs over his aching cock. You leaned in close to his face, "I'd love to~"

He pulled you in a breathless kiss. Hands running down your body greedily. His touch grew hotter with every second, fingers sliding under your top, rubbing up against your soft mounds. His hot tongue ran down your lower lip, needing, begging you to let him taste you more. You squeezed his cock lightly before rubbing your finger along the sensitive slit, oozing precum. Tracing the fat vein down to his base.

Ajax gave out ragged laugh against your mouth, "Fuck, it's like you can read minds."

You stared at him. His smile slipped. "YOU CAN READ MINDS?" He asked.

You grinned at him, "From any dirty thought, down to every pathetic porn search, you have ever made." You replied with pride. "My mind-reading skills are pretty good."

"So if you're feeling a little embarrassed to tell me what you like…~~"

His stomach dropped, "Don't you fucking dare -"

But the mischievous grin you had, told him it was already too late. Your eyes flashed a molten gold, as demonic magic churned inside, a small smile on your red-painted lips. "Choking? Really?"

Heat crept up his face, he opened his mouth but you shut him up with a little coo. You leaned in hands sliding up his torso towards his pretty neck.

"Like getting your neck squeezed sweetheart? Like it when you're tied down all helpless and can't even breathe?" You took his disgruntled yelp for a yes.

"Aww, you just wanna be a good boy for mommy~" You mumbled against his mouth, urging him to kiss you more. His tongue meeting yours. You loved how hot the kiss was. How he flicked his tongue to keep up with you. Following your lead almost obediently, soft lips parting for you. He tasted like the ocean. You slipped your hand over his cock, guiding the tip towards your entrance. Your thumb brushing over the leaky mushroom tip. Ajax moaned into your mouth. His tip brushed sloppily against your folds and he threw his head back. You reached forward to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Want me to ride you, baby boy?" You asked.

Ajax gave out a low groan, "Oh God, fuck yes. Please, please ride me." His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as you lowered yourself on his cock. You felt him tremble under your touch as you sink down to his hilt. His blue eyes widened as you wrapped your fingers around his neck. You felt him get harder inside you.

"You like that baby?" You cooed, tightening your grip slightly. Your laughter was straight out of hell, ringing in his ears as his vision blurred. Poisonously sweet. Fuck he wouldn't even mind if you took his soul at this point. Till the time it meant he could keep milking his cock with your sweet cunt he would even give it to you voluntarily. Fingers wrapped tightly around his neck as you bounced on his cock. Fuck it was too much. Too much.

He gasped as you tightened your grip. Small hearts forming in your eyes, "cum for me big boy? Pretty please~" Ajax was already seeing stars, just cumming inside your warm pussy felt like a fucking dream. He practically came on command as you squeezed another orgasm out of him, cock still throbbing as the leaky tip slipped out. He panted out head rolling back. Mind blanking from the most intense orgasms he had ever had.

Ajax was too gone to answer you. You kissed down his jaw, along the fine lines your fingers had left around his neck. His head rolled back. Giving you more surface to drag your mouth over. You scrape your small fangs against the hollow of his throat, as you felt his fingers wrap around your shoulders. His grip on your shoulders was firm as he drew you back. When he raised his head again, the gaze was practically feral. Eyes darker and hooded. You licked your lower lip. You might have just awakened something darker. Your pussy squeezed with excitement.

You squealed as he flipped you over. The mattress sank under your weight as he climbed over you. Your tail curled around his torso almost protectively. He sank into you again, making you give a sigh of pleasure. Your walls squeezed his cock as he dragged it out, You loved how needily his cock twitched inside of you, pulsing as he tried to push it in deeper. Like he still couldn't get enough. How sweet, honestly you didn't mind. All you wanted was to play with your pretty man all night long. Make his pretty cock fill you up over and over again until it dripped down your thighs.

Oh hell, you had really gotten yourself such a pretty boy at that. The faint flush on his face, the freckled cheeks. You wrapped your legs around his waist, watching his face twist with pure pleasure. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a feverish haze of pleasure taking over you. His fingers ran over your stomach, finding your breasts. "It's still a few hours till sunrise right?" He panted out.

You smiled at him stupidly, "yup, still time."

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Ajax loved fucking you from the back. The way your little wings flapped lightly as he thrust into you, his balls slapping against your ass. And perfect breasts he couldn't help but grope. He could just get off of how much you seemed to love getting fucked by him. Arching your back as he fucked into you and squeezing his cock just so good. God, he knew your Succubus cunt had practically ruined him for anyone else. His tip hurt from the friction now, but he felt like he just couldn't stop. Your pussy just felt so warm and so perfect it was driving him insane.

His fingers slid against the base of your tail. Your knees buckled. With a yelp, you stumbled forward into his whale-printed duvet.

"So the tail's sensitive huh?" He asked. His thumb dragged along the spade-shaped tip. Your legs trembled. "W-wait" you tried, the touch on your pretty tail was overwhelming. It sent chills of pleasure right down your spine, making you quiver under him.

"So cute, so pretty" he purred out. You couldn't help but fuck your hips back into him. Practically mewling as he stroked your lovely tail.

"You won't mind me being a lil rough with it do you?" He asked, You shook your head, as you felt him curl his fingers around the base again. With a teasing caress, you felt him yank your tail as he bottomed into you. Your vision doubled as Your pleasure finally peaked. You came hard on his cock with a whimper. Your walls squelched around his girth.

"Ah fuck-" Ajax moaned, wrapping his hands around your waist as he continued to rock into you. Fucking you through your own orgasm. He groaned against your ear, "fuck, I'm gonna fall in love with you.' "You don't have to disappear right away, do you?" He panted against you. You sank into his warmth, arms protectively against your body. "I guess I don't." You replied.

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Caught In the Cat's Web Chapter 6

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, Fluff, Smutty, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 5k+

Summary: Felicia and Miguel go undercover at the Mafia's gala to retrieve the Green Goblin's mask.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER SO FAR!

Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. The dull pain throbbed behind her eyes as she blinked and tried to regain her bearings.

"Good morning, sleepy head," a voice, soft yet unexpected, startled the poor woman. Felicia's eyes darted toward the source, and there stood LYLA with a mischievous smirk on her digital face.

"Fuck! How long have you been here?" Felicia asked, her heartbeat still racing from the sudden surprise.

"Miguel asked me to watch over you. Your vitals are great, no concussion, thankfully. You're just gonna be sore." Lyla's figure flickered as she glitched around Felicia, her artificial eyes inspecting her wounds with a concerned gaze.

“O-Oh.” Felicia looked around the room, remembering how the night ended yesterday. “Is Miguel here?”

“On his way back, actually. Want me to alert him?”

Felicia shook her head, her hand instinctively moving to her temple, massaging the throbbing headache that seemed to intensify with each movement. She winced, trying to fight off the persistent discomfort before speaking. "No, no, that's alright," she murmured. "I should sneak out."

“Sneak out?” Miguel questioned as he opened the door. “That's not very polite.”

“You eavesdrop, now?”

Miguel rolls his eyes, “Super hearing plus thin walls makes it easy to hear your loud ass voice.” He says as he strides over to the side of the bed. “Here.” He says’ holding out a cup for Felicia.

“What's this?” She hesitantly takes the drink.

“You always get an iced latte with oat milk” He shrugs.

“What did you do to it?” She asks, taking off the lid and giving it a sniff.

“Be grateful, you brat.” Miguel crosses his arms. Felicia smirks at the remark, she slowly takes a careful sip, humming at how the flavor runs down her throat. Miguel sits on the bed next, facing Felicia. “May I?” He gestures to the bandages.

Felicia nods, watching Miguel as he slowly and meticulously removes her bandages. He reaches to the bedside table where he left an extra towel from last night, using it to wipe the leftover healing gel from Felicia’s skin.

“How’s it looking, doc?”

“No more gashes, just faint scratches your makeup can easily cover,” Miguel says as his thumb slowly runs over each faint cut.

“My hero.” Felica purrs teasingly but stops in her tracks as Miguel’s thumb runs along the cut below her bottom lip.

Felicia’s trance is broken as Miguel stands from the bed. “LYLA’s making the final adjustments on your suit to make it withstand more power, so it should be ready before we go to work today.” He says as he walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, Felicia following.

“Well in that case I can’t wait. Not to say that this very oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts aren’t the look.” She teases.

Miguel looks at her with a dark look on his face, a slight smile forms from her witty response as he walks down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Felicia sits down at the kitchen counter on the barstool, Miguel across from her leaning over the counter so he stands at her level. Her body language changes drastically from sass to insecurity, her hands tentatively holding onto her coffee cup.

She decides to be the first one to talk. “Look um- about last night-”

“Felicia…” Miguel cuts her off. His hands on the counter slowly move closer to hers the more they speak. “I know I don’t seem like the most approachable in these kinds of things, but um- you can always come to me. I don't want you to feel like you can't call for backup or that you're alone.”

Felicia nods to him in gratitude. She had never noticed it before, the way his eyes looked right now. Who would’ve thought that the always cold, warning glare could become so soft, so fast? They got so caught up just staring at each other that they almost didn’t hear LYLA greet them.

“Ahem!” LYLA clears her throat. “Are you two going to stare at each other like lost puppies still or can I finally say my piece?”

“What is it LYLA?” Miguel asks begrudgingly.

“We just got an alert from the vault. There was a pretty nasty fight with the an unidentified subject last night. Looks like they stole the Green goblins mask from the vault and left the universe, Miguel.”

Miguel now stands up straight, face etched with concern about the high price of tech being stolen, especially in the wrong hands. “Were you able to track them down? Get a precise location?”

“Was I able to track them down, of course I was! Why else would I be here?” She asks mockingly. “It looks like there’s going to be an auction tonight in Earth- 1048 at 9. If my calcs are correct they’ll try to sell that thing for cuckoo bucks to the local gangs and VIPs such as Hammerhead and Kingpin.”

“Okay so we go in stealthy, get the mask, get out. Simple Tuesday afternoon.”

“Sorry Mig, but not so easy this time.”

“Great.” He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. ”Why’s that Lyla?”

“Not only is it an auction, but looks like there's going to be their annual gala beforehand. And unfortunately, the place is well locked up and guarded with all the VIP, so you’re gonna have to go to the gala, Miguel.” LYLA says with a smirk.

“Alright then undercover it is. Alert Jessica to get ready.”

“She's taking the weekend off with her fiance, remember?”

Miguel frowns. “I can just do it alone then.” LYLA shakes her head no. Miguel lets out a heavy sigh as LYLA glitches to Felicia, making large gestures to her.

“Don’t worry big boy you had me at valuable. I’d love to come with and browse.” Felicia rises from her chair, scantily walking over to where Miguel and LYLA stand.

“No. I don't think so.” Miguel scoffs.

Felicia rolls her eyes, “You remember I used to do this like every weekend for fun, right? If anything I’m more qualified than you.”

Miguel hates how right she is. “Felicia, are you sure you’re even feeling up to this?” He questions her.

Felicia nods. “I miss this stuff, plus I could use a distraction anyway.”

Taking a moment to pace the kitchen, Miguel hesitantly agrees. “Alright then. We’ll meet in the conference room later, form a plan, and get dressed for the part.”

LYLA starts jumping excitedly, “Oooohhhh I can’t wait to start working on your aliases!”

After Felicia puts on some more presentable clothes, she and Miguel call a meeting in the conference room to inform Miguel’s group of highly-ranked Spider-People. Miguel and Felicia stand at the front of the room, watching as decorated members swing in, filling up the room.

Miguel clears his throat before grabbing the attention of the Spider-People. “We summoned you here today because there was a break-in at the Vault late last night.” A series of whispers ensues as Spider-People panic, trying to understand what's going on. “Enough!” Miguel bangs his fist on the table to bring the commotion to a standstill. “When Jessica Drew gets back from her leave, the two of us and LYLA will conduct an investigation. For now, the Vault tower is off limits, understand?” Heads nod in response to Miguel’s demands.

LYLA appears in the middle of the table to take over. “Tonight is a Gala for some of the largest crime families and VIPs. That's where the wings are. All of you are to be on stand-by while Miguel and Felicia infiltrate-”

“Felicia? Felicia Hardy?” A Spider-Man stands up, scoffing. “Come on! We all know the infamous Black Cat, if you wanna launch an investigation, start with her.” Felicia feels her blood boil, trying her best to contain herself. “She's probably using us all to get her dirty paws all over the Vault.”

“Don’t you accuse me! I’m innocent!” Felicia leans over the long table, pointing her finger at the smug spider.

“Why don’t you just settle down there, son, and let them speak, alright?” Web-Slinger speaks up, trying to get the heat off of Felicia.

The Spider-man rolls his eyes, “Yeah? Where’s your suit? You ditch it after the security cameras saw you in it? Wearing that trashbag isn't gonna make you innocent.” He gestures to the large black hoodie Miguel gave Felicia.

“Felicia Hardy has nothing to do with this!” Miguel snaps, his booming voice startling the crowd of heroes. “You have no right to know the details of her whereabouts last night, I personally, oversaw her mission and her locations. If I hear someone accuse the Night Spider or judge her based on her variants, we will be having a one-on-one talk, understood?.” The heads of each Spider-Person in the room nod, feeling the intensity of Miguel’s statement. Felicia on the other hand, stood there in surprise, studying the stern look on Miguel’s face. “Felicia and I will be heading out tonight. LYLA, fill them in on the rest, we're done.” Miguel grabs Felicia by the hand, dragging her out of the meeting.

“Miguel?” Felicia tries to gain the hysteric man’s attention as he storms down the hall, with her in hand.

Once the two enter the elevator, Miguel turns to Felicia with regretful eyes. “I’m sorry that Spider-Man accused you.”

Felicia shrugs. “I've been accused of a lot worse. Are you alright, though?”

Miguel nods. “Yeah, it's just that… I know you've been through a lot within the past 12 hours and I really didn't want to make things worse. You didn’t deserve that.”

The elevator doors ding open, prompting the two to walk out and down the hall to Miguel’s Penthouse. “Is it alright if I shower? Maybe get some makeup for these cuts?”

“Of course, mí casa es tú casa.” Miguel nods. “I’ll have LYLA deliver your outfit and supplies to your room for when you're done.

LYLA had completed all the planning for the heist, the only left to be done was dressing the part. Out of everything, getting dressed was apparently, the most difficult part for Miguel.

“Just flip this piece over there and then this moves under here. And then tha- Miguel, no! Now you have to start over!” LYLA yells frustratingly at Miguel trying to help him tie his tie to his suit.

“LYLA it’s been a while for me just calm down for a second! I can’t concentrate on all this yelling!” Miguel fires back at her.

“What’s with all the commotion out here?” Felicia’s voice comes from the hallway.

It isn’t until she steps out from under the shadows that her full profile is on display, and it’s one that Miguel knows he will never forget. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly with two leg slits that showed off her legs. Her face was made up with smoky eyes and light makeup to cover the bruises and cuts. While her platinum hair was let down resting over her shoulder and perfectly framing her face. When Miguel saw her, he felt his heart skip a beat and neither he nor LYLA could peel their eyes off of her as she sauntered to them.

“Is that what you call a tie?” She gestures with a giggle to the monstrosity of a knot that gathers around Miguel’s neck. “I’ll help you. Stand still.” Felicia rocked onto her tip-toes to fix Miguel’s tie for him, his eyes never once looking away. Once she was finished she patted it successfully, cheering “All done! Oh by the way I thought these might help with the whole disguise, Mr. Kent.” She says handing him a pair of simple black-rimmed glasses.

“Thank you,” Miguel mumbled to her quietly, still half flustered with her face being so close to his.

“Mhm. Are we ready to go?” Felicia asks cheerfully, impatient to take her mind off of the chaos from this past week.

“Yes, mhmm all ready.” Miguel stutters out. He opens up the portal quickly. Before stepping through after Felicia goes first LYLA sends him off with a not-so-subtle wink and points to Felicia’s outfit. Miguel lowers his head in an attempt to hide his smirk, not wanting Felicia to catch on.

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New York, Earth-1048

The portal opened up in a dimly lit alley just outside the grand building. The echoes of lively music and joyous laughter reached Felicia and Miguel's ears, promising an evening of revelry and luxury inside.

"Madam," Miguel said with a chivalrous flourish, holding his arm out for Felicia to take. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle, knowing that their mission demanded a bit of theatrics.

"Why, thank you, sir," Felicia purred with a playful smile, slipping her arm through his. Together, they stepped out of the shadows and into the opulent world beyond, bathed in the radiant glow of the gala's lights.

As they entered, the grandeur of the interior overwhelmed them. The intricate marble architecture reached up to the heavens, seemingly daring the stars themselves to shine brighter. Towers of crystal-clear champagne glasses sparkled like liquid diamonds, and candle-lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the opulent guests.

The scene before them was a living tableau of wealth and elegance. They couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the intricate marble architecture, towers of champagne, and candle-lit chandeliers. Guests adorned in gowns and tuxedos, with jewels that gleamed like captured stardust, mingled and danced. Each conversation, a whispered secret in the language of the elite. Each step, a waltz through a world of privilege.

Felicia and Miguel stood for a moment, awestruck by the sheer opulence around them. They had infiltrated the heart of affluence, a world of wealth and excess that seemed worlds away from their usual reality. With determination in their hearts and masks of sophistication in place, they prepared to navigate this glittering labyrinth, where secrets and intrigue hid beneath a facade of glamour.

Felicia wanted nothing more than to forget about the green goblin’s helmet and mingle with the mafia wives wearing the biggest stones she’d seen for wedding rings. Instead, she cursed to herself, trying to comprehend why doing the “right thing” was more important.

“Down, Gatita,” Miguel muttered to Felicia, bumping her side with his elbow to take her out of her trance. “I see you eye-fucking those stones.” Felicia sighed, forcing herself to look away, despite them practically screaming her name.

The two strut through the gala, offering a series of fake smiles to passing guests. As the waiter waltzs by with a tray of tall champagne glasses, Felicia snags two for her and Miguel, helping them pass as the average party-goer.

The music from the jazz band stops as the announcer takes the stage. “Thank you, everyone, for attending, the auction will start in twenty minutes.” He informs the crowd before the band continues once again.

“Come on,” Felicia says, leading Miguel to one of the marble columns at the edge of the crowded grand hall.

“What are we doing here?” He asks.

“Scoping out the situation.” She says, taking a sip of her champagne. “What do you see?”

Miguel studies the crowd for a moment as Felicia leans against the column carelessly. “A bunch of rich fucks.” He shrugs.

Felicia shakes her head in disappointment, swallowing what's left of the champagne in her mouth. “How are you the leader of the Spider Society?” She whispers. “I had a feeling this was your first time, though. Come here.” She wiggles her finger in a come-hither motion, prompting the gigantic man to bend down. Felicia fixes Miguel’s hair, running her fingers through it before subtly pressing a button on the temple tips of the black glasses. Suddenly, Miguel’s world is illuminated with information as the locations of cameras, guards, guns, and the layout of the room are on full display.

“Holy shit,” Miguel mumbles, blinking his eyes as they adjust to the new scenery. “Do you have a pair?”

Felicia shakes her head as she studies the crowd. “In my goggles, but after a while you start noticing this stuff without them.” She states. “You know the drill.”

The two wait for the twenty minutes to pass, studying their environment and listening to the band. “Wanna dance?” Felicia nods to the group of couples in front of the stage slow dancing.

Miguel scolds Felicia. “No.”

“You're no fun.” She huffs, crossing her arms and taking another drink from the waiter passing by.

The song finishes, leaving Felicia as bored as ever until a sultry melody fills the air of the dazzling ballroom. The soft strains of Feeling Good by Nina Simone reverberated through the space, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. As if drawn by an invisible force, Felicia hands Miguel her glass before finding herself stepping onto the dance floor, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm. As she swayed and twirled, her movements exuded a sensuality that seemed to captivate those around her. A sultry smile graced her lips as she explored her own body with gentle caresses, lost in the music and the euphoria it brought. Amongst the crowd, Miguel leaned casually against a column, his gaze fixed solely on Felicia.

Just as Felicia was caught up in her own world, a stranger from the audience approached her. With confident steps, he joined her on the dance floor, their bodies intertwining like a passionate tango. Though initially intrigued, Miguel's smile gradually faded into a look of discomfort as he watched the other man touch Felicia during their waltz. Miguel still admires the way she is dancing, but a small part of him wishes that he was the one she was dancing with.

As the song reached its crescendo, the final notes hung in the air before fading away, leaving behind a silence in the crowd. Breaking free from the embrace of the stranger, Felicia graciously thanked him for the dance as he kissed the back of her hand. With a glimmering smile, Felicia made her way back to Miguel's side. Her eyes still sparkling from the excitement, as it had been so long since she had gone to a gala or danced.

Once the announcer takes the stage, Felicia finishes her glass, trading with Miguel for his full glass and walking off. Miguel walks in the opposite direction to the champagne tower located adjacent to the stage. He places the empty drink down, before focusing on Felicia’s location, highlighted in his new glasses. Through the crowd, he watches as she places thumb-tac-sized devices around the room.

After a few minutes, Felicia gives Miguel the signal, as she finishes, prompting him to slowly move towards the room behind the stage where the valuables were kept.

“For our third item of the night, we have Green Goblin’s mask. It's said to have information and recordings of Spiderman, and other super-powered individuals.” The audience oos and aws over the mask, intrigued by all that it holds. “We will be starting the bidding at 3.5 million.” Paddles begin to rise rapidly as the attendees excitedly bid for the one-of-a-kind piece. After a few minutes of bidding, the clack of the gavel on wood echoes through the hall. “Sold for 15.7 million dollars!”

Miguel tried his best to hide his disgust, but it became difficult as the room of greedy idiots cheered. Finally, a staff member carefully whisks the mask away to the back, prompting Felicia to set off her EMPs and disrupters. Like an earthquake, the building rumbles, creating a series of cracks through the marble infrastructure. Panic radiates through party-goers as Felicia chugs the rest of her drink before blending in with the mayhem.

While chaos ensues, Miguel slips into the back but is immediately met with six large men, guarding the jewels and valuables of the auction. Not wanting the word to get out of a Spider-man, Miguel doesn't transform into his suit, instead, he cocks his arms, taking a swing at the first man. The others pull out their weapons but are too late as Miguel throws a smoke bomb into the middle, disorienting the men, and hindering their vision. Not wanting to accidentally shoot each other, they don't fire their weapons. However, this gives Miguel the advantage as he solely relies on his spider-sense to locate each man. It doesn't take more than two minutes for Miguel to sneak up on each guard, choking them out, stabbing them with his claws, using their weapon against them, or using his poisonous bite.

As the smoke clears, the only life left in the room is Miguel. Unfortunately, his suit jacket had been ripped during his maneuvering, forcing him to leave it behind in order to not be suspected of the crime. Hastily, he grabs the Green Goblin mask from its podium, before dashing out of the side doors.

As Miguel emerges, he finds Felicia waiting for him along with a pile of bloody bodies at her heels. “Finally!” She groans. With the mask in hand, the two sprint to the elevators at the end of the hall. “What took you so damn long?”

“Long?” Miguel questions, baffled by her question. “There were six guards, I took them out quickly!”

“I still don't understand why you were so adamant about being the one to get the mask. I could have done all of it without you in half the time!”

“Take this.” Miguel ignores Felicia, handing her the mask.

“What why?”

“I don't have anywhere to hide it, I trust you more with it.”

Miguel rolls the sleeves of his white button up to his forearms as Felicia presses the elevator button. Once the golden doors open, the two quickly rush inside, pressing the rooftop button, 70 floors up. As soon as the doors shut, they let out the heavy breaths they seemed to be holding, getting a hold of their bearing now that they were in the clear.

“Well I guess that could’ve gone worse”, Miguel says.

“Right, yeah, definitely.” Felcica breathes out, resting her elbow on the bar, and leaning back to calm down.

Miguel leans on the elevator wall adjacent to her. “You still have the mask, right?” He asks, paranoid.

Felicia rolls her eyes in disgust, raising it as proof. “Do you have no faith in me? Of course! You think I would be able to lose something this valuable?” She fires back with a smirk.

The elevator begins to slow down, signifying the next floor is approaching, only it isn't their floor. Simultaneously, a chill goes down Felicia and Miguel’s spine as their senses tingle, prompting their heads to whip around, looking at each other.

“Feel that?” Miguel asks.

“I feel it.” Felicia nods as Miguel searches the elevator for any kind of assistance.

“We need a distra-” Miguels stops in thought, and moves closer to where Felicia stands in the corner of the elevator, his body now completely covering her and the mask she holds. “Kiss me” He rushes as the elevator dings, signalling the new floor.

Without hesitation, Felicia’s free hand wrapped around Miguel’s tie, tugging his head down to hers. Their lips press together, trapping them in a fiery kiss. The handful of henchmen who entered the elevator, averted their eyes from the passionate scene, far too uncomfortable to watch. Miguel’s hands firmly wrapped around her waist, while one of Felicia’s hands secretly held the mask against his chest. Her free hand, tugged his hair, pulling a low moan from his throat.

Eleven floors later, the elevator slowed the pace again to let the group practically run out to leave the two alone again. Miguel and Felicia are barely aware of their absence as their lips mod together, tongues fighting for dominance. Her hand moves around his neck and hairline, occasionally grabbing a lock of his hair, making him groan again, addicted to the sound. Meanwhile, his hands were sliding everywhere desperately exploring Felicia’s body. His strong, calloused hands ran along her waist and up to the pit of her back, where he could feel her strapless bra through her thin dress. Without warning, Miguel scoops her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for support. He pins her against the wall of the elevator, their bodies pressed together as they continue to kiss and pant heavily. Miguel separates only long enough to start pressing hot, wet kisses down the side of her neck. Felicia panting heavily above him, the feeling of his fangs teasing her neck, driving her wild. His head moves back up to kiss her on her jaw, her chin, and then her lips. Before their lips could reunite the elevator bell dings, announcing they’re arrival on the roof.

The bell snaps the two out of their trance, both baffled by the moment. Miguel lowers Felicia to her feet before turning to fix his tie and run his finger through his hair to compose himself. Meanwhile, Felicia stands behind the man, catching her breath and adjusting her dress quickly before exiting the elevator in complete silence. Miguel walks the barren rooftop, making sure no one is around before making a portal with his watch back to Headquarters.

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Nueva York, Earth-838

After emerging from the portal and back into headquarters, they act and look as if nothing ever happened. Their minds play tug of war, one side vowing to never do such a thing again while desperately wanting to recreate the moment.

In silence, the two rush to the vault where a team of Spider-People and LYLA waits. Felicia hands them the mask before taking a step back, letting Miguel handle the rest, unable to think with her mind clouded.

After, Miguel and Felicia make it back to his apartment. She wasn't sure whether she should stay or leave, but after a moment, she ultimately decided to stay as leaving could make things worse. As soon as they walk in the door they walk their separate ways. Miguel retires in his room while Felicia bolts for hers. She walks into the attached bathroom and splashes cold water on her face in an attempt to wash her thoughts away. This doesn't work though, leaving her to focus on her reflection as she thinks to herself.

What the hell is happening right now?

She’s unable to stop thinking about how amazing his lips and hands felt on her body. How she wanted- no, needed to feel it again.

I need to talk to Miguel about this, right? Felicia sighs, letting her head drop in shame. I’m gonna look like such a fool.

Felicia makes her way to the bedroom door, taking a deep breath before pressing the button to slide it open. She jumps, as she is met with Miguel’s chest. With nobody able to speak, they simply look into each other’s eyes until she sees the way his eyes shift, just like they did in the elevator.

Not a word had to be uttered before the two crashed their lips into each other once again. Miguel taps her on the leg signaling her to jump up, her legs to wrapping around his waist as he starts to make his way inside the room to the bed. Their lips remain interlocked as he lowers her on the bed. They part for a moment to breathe, causing Felicia to smirk as she sees the way his eyes look at her like she’s his prey. His body hovers over hers as they continue to lock lips once more. Her nails slid along his back, as his knee rubbed against her between her thighs, causing her to gasp at the sensation. Before things could go any further, Felicia lets out a light wince, causing Miguel to pull back immediately, concern written all over his face.

“What’s wrong, gatitia?” He rubs her thighs in soothing, circular motions.

“Oh no- nothing, just rubbed a sore bruise from the other night or something that’s all. I guess it still hurts.” She smiles sheepishly.

Miguel mutters out a soft, “I’m sorry”, taking his hand and gently raising her dress to reveal her aching side before delicately caressing the spot.

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to.” She smiles softly, causing Miguel to reciprocate as he leans back down. Before their lips could meet again, a knock sounded at the door.

“Fuck.” Miguel groans with annoyance. “One moment!” He yells as he reluctantly stands up to answer, leaving Felicia to hastily fix her dress before following him down the stairs.

He opens the door revealing Webslinger with a lopsided grin. “Hey partner how’d the mission go?” He peeks inside to see Felicia standing by the end of the couch in her breathtaking dress, tilting his hat in greeting pairing it with a smirk.

“It went just fine, thanks for asking.” Miguel says, lacking emotion.

“Yeah, anything I need to take care of down at the vault for ya, boss? Put your mind at ease?”

“No thank you, it's all been taken care of. For future reference, you might wanna chat with LYLA about stuff. We’ll cover everything in the meeting tomorrow morning, alright.” He said before pressing the button to slide the door shut before Web-Slinger could utter a sound.

He turns back to Felicia, who has a small, shy smile on her face, her hand fingers with the ring she wore. “I’m probably gonna turn in for tonight, what with today’s events and all.”

Miguel hesitates to respond, wanting to ask her about everything. “Yeah, right, that’s good I’ll- I’ll probably turn in too. Get some rest.” He forces a small, pathetic, shy grin.

“You too,” she replies reciprocating the awkward smile, before finally turning away and retiring back to her room.

Miguel found himself standing in the middle of the living room alone, bathing in the serene, nocturnal glow from the wall-length windows. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, quietly reflecting, but it was long enough to realize he had no regrets.

Chapter 7

A/N: lmk if u wanna be added to the series masterlist!

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lxverrings · 4 months

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Omggggg I just read my req 😭❤❤

Te amo te amo te amo te amo TE AMOOOO!!

I'm actually from Spain 👀

I honestly loved it like all your other works lol ❤❤

I also have another req if you don't mind 💀

Miguel O'hara with reader that is a spiderwoman with the same traits as him (fangs, claws, organic webs) but it was against her will (aka human experimentation) and has a hard time trusting others because of that.

Just some angst / confort

- Spanish anon 💫

One In the Same.

A Miguel O’hara drabbleish

Warnings: anger issues. Lotsa... Yelling </3 lashing out, angst with a comfort-ish ending. GN! Reader!!!

Summary: Miguel forgets how easily he can break with someone that acts and is like him.

A/N: I forgot Spain. How the FUCK did I do that. Still my favorite Nonnie, También te amo, Cielito <3 —I’mma keep you at Solecito ; anyway!!! I did some research on Miguel’s powers— why does he have telekinesis. Well, that’s in the quirked up ginger comics, so I just took the overall ATSV things! I wasn’t sure about the red eyes, so I gave reader pink eyes to differentiate text! Enjoy!!!

Again, he didn’t know what he was doing when he recruited you and your bright spinel colored eyes, sunken into themselves with clear exhaustion burning in your eyes. Wearing the sunglasses he also tended to wear when he was outside more than not, getting empanadas or conchas de chocolate.* He didn’t expect anything as abnormal yet.

Yet he... Hated it.

Look at you, the same powers. Some potential variant of him or whatever?

But...

Pero... *

He lacked social skills already, hell, Miguel’s sorry ass coops up in his own little Man Cave and only LYLA glitches in unexpectedly

(Alfred and Batman?)

Well.

That didn’t matter. You would rarely talk at meetings. He didn’t have to worry about you... But why?

Why didn’t he?

He had to worry about everything going intricately perfect already! Why not one more thing?

The hard truth was... You didn’t trust him. And Miguel realized this when he tried to reason with you on going to a mission.

“Apúrate. No tenemos todo el pinche día.”

He heard your sigh and suddenly jerked his head as you spoke.

“Can’t I do this alone?”

“What the shock are you talking about?”

“You heard me.”

He could almost hear his blood pressure rising in an instant, anger fueling him without much effort.

Embarrassing, really.

“I did. Ahora, cállate*. I don’t want to hear it.”

“I don’t want you to come.”

“Too shocking bad.”

Well that fueled your agitation. “I don’t... Want you there, coño!*”

“What did you just shocking call me?”

The argument got more heated, so heated in fact, that he got too close— that it made you flinch and smack him square across the face.

“I— um...”

“Fuera.*”

You complied.

Rushing home, through your portal as the adrenaline wore down. Once it did, you saw him clearly. The version of your boyfriend that brought you against your will. You were pretty for him. He took off your walls and focused on himself selfishly, calling you pretty like a mantra, bruising your skin senselessly until it bled, and even then, his sorry ass just called you pretty as a habit.

Never once beautiful.

And that was enough for him to throw you to his uncle who experimented on you to his heart’s delight.

Tears flooded down your face, in your civilian clothes, and that faithful watch heard your distress.

Every fucking night.

And Miguel was catching on too...

One week later, he found himself looking for your dimension.

“Shock me... Pinche reloj culero.*”

And eventually, your not-so-romantic knight in shining armor appeared.

Even Miguel could tell something was wrong as the orange portal lit up. Not that you could see it.

Awkwardly, he patted your back, making you flinch.

“Shock— look. I’m sorry, I—”

“Yo soy la qué debería pedir perdón.”

Miguel just sighed and awkwardly sat next to you. It was awkward sitting next to you like this.

It had been a while since Miguel had done anything similar. So he just quietly wrapped a single arm around you...

And let you cry there.

Translations:

Conchas de Chocolate is a type of bread, can’t accurately translate because that’s like saying Baguette but translated

But...

Hurry up. We don’t have the whole damn day.

Now, shut up.

Asshole.

Get out.

Dumb useless watch.

I’m the one that should be saying sorry.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #what the shock #let him be awkward #tee hee

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.

Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.

When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs.

Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off.

He’d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone.

If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.

Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts.

He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.

Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken…

Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones.

He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down.

He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?

A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead.

He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”

As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.

Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!”

Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?

He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?

The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.

—

“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed.

He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.

She didn’t.

Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said, “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“But--”

“-- But I’m better, yeah.”

Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing.

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.

She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”

“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.

After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts.

“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.

“They almost killed me. You saved me.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #i am emotional about them!!!#my other drabble between them hinted that fuuta would convince her away from her dangerous beliefs before things got too bad #but i wanted to see what would happen if things Did get bad ya know #we were talking about what could convince amane to think twice about the medicine ban (if anything)#and i think seeing her closest friend is literally on deaths door finally gets through to her #shes sees him weak and bloody and completely out of it and knows this is Wrong #i dont know how long it takes fuuta to realize that it really was all for him that she changed but he does accept it eventually #it helps both of them grow #he feels worth saving (and therefore worth turning his life around) and she is freer from her cult #not completely #but one step at a time #tried to make fuutas narration simpler and shorter to reflect his thoughts but idk if that worked #i thought they were going to do a lot of stuff with mahirus head injury and memory but they never did- i played around with that a bit here #i thought about writing out amanes monologue to her god about how shes not doing this anymore but 1. its more dramatic to leave that to #the imagination and 2. idk if its silly but some things are so personal for a character and i dont wanna intrude... like yeah its my #story but thats between her and god fr #drabbles #tw cults #tw child abuse

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