#b is my esposa

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Need You

Husband!Frankie Morales x wife!afab!reader || W/C: ≈5k

Summary: Tío Santi comes to the rescue when Frankie confides in him about how the two of you have been way too busy for one another.

Warnings: Crazy events of Triple Frontier don't happen; let's just give these guys some happiness. Instead of coke, Frankie’s drug is you (LMAOOO). No “y/n.” No physical descriptions of reader (besides clothing choices), she looks like you😏 and big strong man Frankie can carry you <333. Reader knows a bit of Spanish. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Oral sex (f receiving). Unprotected P in V sex. Slow and sloppy😵‍💫. Breeding kink. Domestic kink (they get really spurred on calling each other husband and wife/esposo y esposa). Possessive kink. Daddy kink (but in the sense that reader just loves seeing Frankie as a Dad and wants to give more babies to parent!!!). Pussy slapping... Cum play/eating. Vaginal fingering/fucking. Squirting. Slight Dom!Frankie (he just really wants to hear his wife beg for his cum!!). Mentions of shower ✨activities✨. A lot of love basically — physically and emotionally. Extra warning for the parents who can’t leave their child with other people — Tío Santi takes their baby out to eat and get treats; she’s in good hands, I promise!!!

A/N: Husband Frankie is rotting my brain bad. Especially girl dad!Frankie. My ovaries are screaming. So here's this little 5k bad boy I whipped up. This is very much a porn with a bit of (yummy domestic) plot. Hope y’all enjoy. Thank you to my sweet sweet bae @javierpena-inatacvest for proof-reading this and hyping me up since it’s my first Frankie story to be posted! I love you so much 🥹🥹💚 (edit: someone had a comment about why Isa is amorcito instead of amorcita, so in case you had that question as well, read my explanation here!)

MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG

“Querida, I’m home!” Frankie called out. 

“In Isa’s room, baby!” you responded. 

Santi tagged along on his treck home today, offering to take Isa out for lunch and sweets after Frankie told him how both of you have been crazy busy lately. He helps himself to the kitchen while Frankie makes his way to you.

Frankie lightly knocks on the door before entering, gasping out in delight to earn a bubbly reaction from his three year old daughter. “Ay, mi esposa (my wife),” he exclaims, giving you a soft kiss to your lips. He looks to his daughter and grabs her from you, “y mi amorcito (and my little love),” he says, throwing her up in the air, coaxing a few more giggles out of her. 

He sets her back down to play with her toys, and Frankie turns to you, pulling you in for a proper hello. Your lips slot against each other in a needy embrace, still as reserved as you two can be with your child in the room. He pulls away first, arms not leaving your waist. “Hi, mama,” he says with an adoring smile. “Hi, honey,” you respond, heart still skipping a few beats as if it’s your first time meeting him. He guides you to outside the doorway, closing Isa’s room ajar, so you both are out of her view.

“Santi’s here,” he tells you. “He offered to, uh, take Isa out to get food and some dessert,” he adds nonchalantly, trying to gauge your reaction. It’s been three years since your baby was born, and still you’re always reluctant to leave her with others. It’s not that you don’t trust the people you leave her with, it’s the fact that if anything were to happen — Gods forbid — you wouldn’t be able to be there, to comfort and protect her. 

Your eyebrow raises in response. He squeezes you tighter into him, ducking closer to your ear. “And I was thinking,” he kisses the sweet spot near your pulse point, “we could take some time for ourselves?” He continues kissing and nipping at your neck, uttering a small please baby as he makes his way back to your lips. 

Little did Frankie know, you didn’t need any convincing at all. You were just about ready to drop her off at your parents as soon as he got home from work today. You don’t tell him though. You like hearing him be a little desperate for you. 

His hand skates lower to your ass, the other hand making its way to cup your front. “It’s been weeks, baby, I need to taste her,” he says, damn near a whine. 

You grab both sides of his face and pull him into a searing kiss. “Go pack her bag,” you whisper as you pull away from his grasp, making your way to Santi to give him the rundown. 

In record time, Frankie packs Isa’s go bag in under five minutes: diapers, extra change of clothes, baby wipes, baby Benadryl, and some of her comfort snacks just in case she’s extra picky today. He picks up his baby, assessing if she needs a diaper change — she’s dry — and heads to the kitchen. “Wanna hang with Tío Santi today, mi amor?”

Her face lights up, and she squeals, “yes, daddy, pleeeeaaase!” 

He chuckles, his heart warming at how much she loves his best friend, his brother. 

He and Isa enter the kitchen to you giving Santi the rundown on her allergies. 

“We exposed her to all the major allergens already and no reactions, except for peanuts — she gets a little red, so just watch out for that. There’ll be Benadryl in her pack just in case.”

Santi gives you a salute, “Sir, yes, sir.” 

You playfully roll your eyes at his antics. “One more thing,” you say as you go to kiss your baby goodbye. “Usually I’d ask if you could send pictures throughout the time you’re gone…” you look at Frankie. 

Santi smirks, knowing where this is headed. 

“But you don’t have to. At least for today,” your face remains composed, but the heat spreading across your cheeks exposes you. 

“Got it. No peanuts,” Santi says, reaching for the bag off Frankie’s shoulder and the keys from his pocket, “and no interruptions,” he winks at you both. “Let me know when you guys are ready for us to come back,” he looks to his beautiful niece in her mother’s arms, peppering her with goodbye kisses. 

“Vamanos (let’s go), mija!” Santi says, prying her out of your arms. Frankie reaches to give her one last kiss on her forehead, and they’re out the door. 

As soon as the front door clicks shut, Frankie is on you in an instant, too riled up to wait until you’re in the bedroom. He needs you badly, and he needs you now. He’s caging you in between his body and the kitchen counter, lips on you like he’ll die tonight if he doesn’t touch you. Your lungs are burning for air, yet you don’t pull away. You can’t. He’s too addicting. Too much time has passed without the pleasure you two bring one another, so you’ll sacrifice one survival need for another. 

Before you know it, his hands are at the base of your ass, lifting you to the kitchen counter, and his lips are dragging down your jaw, your neck, and into your cleavage, nipping every little exposed place your cropped tank allows him. His hands are at the waistband of your sweats, pulling them down as he brings himself to his knees. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he takes a deep breath in. His eyes are impossibly darker, demeanor turning animalistic as he feels just your sweats alone and no underwear. He gets a view of your already glistening pussy, and he can’t help the growl that leaves his throat. 

He settles his hands under the globe of your ass and scoots you to the edge, your thighs finding solace on his shoulders. You immediately lean back on your elbows, knowing the moment his mouth is on you, your body will go weak at his touch. 

Without any warning, his tongue licks the entirety of your leaking seam, hands automatically gripping you tighter as the taste of you hits his tongue. The sound that leaves you sends shivers down his spine, his cock painfully hard and leaking in his jeans. He licks you a few more times, letting his drool drip down his tongue and spread all over you, making you a soaking mess of your arousal and his spit. 

Once you’re drenched to his liking, he dives right in, face completely flushed against your sex, sloppily sucking and licking into you, hitting all the right buttons to make you see fucking stars. By his hands or his tongue, he still knows how to steer you in the direction of the most beautiful constellations, even if they are behind your eyelids. 

“Frankie, fuck-!” you yell out, your inhibitions automatically down with the fact that the house is left to the two of you. Frankie’s hips involuntarily buck into nothing at your moans, missing the sounds you always made for him. Ever since Isa was born, both of you made a conscious effort to work on your noise levels — especially you. You were the most vocal he’s ever been with, and fuck if it didn’t make him all the more whipped. He almost forgot what your sounds do to him. Almost. But now that you’ve given him a taste again after so long, he needs more. 

He circles your clit a few times and sucks it, hard. He pulls off with a lewd pop, his dominant hand leaving your ass and making its way to your entrance. You’re such a fucking mess that his two fingers slide right in, giving you the extra push Frankie needed to pull more heavenly moans and whimpers out of you. “Let me hear you, mama,” he says, tongue circling your clit as his fingers work you to the edge. “Sing for me, baby,” and with what little strength you have, you force your head forward to watch his ministrations, and the sight is what sends you falling first. Frankie’s mouth is wrapped around the entirety of you, eyes dark and on yours, his hooked nose rubbing against all the right places while his arm muscles ripple as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. 

“Shit- oh, fuck-” you whine out, your head like a bobble head, too heavy to maintain upright. Frankie curls his fingers just right, and-

 “Oh my God, Francisco, oh my God!” Your hips are bucking into his face, his own strength unable to keep your hips down with how hard your orgasm is hitting you. He lets you ride out your wave on his face, drinking every last drop coming out of you. 

His fingers are out of you now, Frankie immediately cleaning them in his mouth, not wanting to Iet any of your sweet syrup go to waste. Your chest is heaving, eyes clamped shut, and your body is entirely limp. Frankie stands to his full height, and he’s pulling you up to sit up straight, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. He chuckles a little. “Still with me?” 

Your torso loses its strength momentarily, and you almost fall back. His arms immediately wrap around you, supporting you to maintain your upright position. You laugh at yourself, a blissed out smile gracing your face. He feels his heart flutter, just as strong as when he first met you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here, you monster,” you lightly laugh, resting your head on him. “God, I love you,” your voice slightly muffled from burrowing yourself into his chest. 

His one hand leaves your back and wraps itself around your jaw, bringing your lips up to his. You can taste yourself on him, and you can already feel another fire being lit deep in your core, your arousal dripping onto the kitchen counter as your lips continue with his. 

You pull away, breathless, ready for more. “Take me to bed, baby.” 

“You sure you’re ready now?” He smirks. 

“Keep teasing, and I won’t let you cum inside of me, big boy.” 

His lips find yours again in a bruising manner, a growl leaves him as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. “Last I checked, you were the one begging for me to fuck my cum so deep inside you that it had no other option but to latch on. If that’s what you want again, baby, all you gotta do is ask.” 

You whimper in response, your spurt of dominance dissipating immediately. 

“That what you want, baby? Come on, tell me. I wanna hear it.” 

Your eyes are glossing over, too pent up with a fertile need to get your brain to come up with any kind of response. His grasp on your jaw tightens, his lips ghosting yours as he talks. “Tell me you want my cum, baby. Tell me you want me to fill you up so fucking full of me.” 

“Yes, baby, fuck, I need you. I need you inside of me, I need you to fill me. Please, you’re such a good daddy, I wanna give you more, please,” you ramble on. His mouth is on you again in a sloppy embrace as he picks you up and guides you two to your bedroom. 

He sets you down at the edge of the bed. He guides your shirt off, then his. He pulls back for a second and shucks his bottoms off, giving you a complete view of his tanned and toned naked body, his little tummy a little soft around the edges. Your pussy is crying at the sight. 

You don’t waste anymore time as you settle yourself to the center of your bed, your legs already falling open with muscle memory. Frankie licks his lips at the sight. Part of him just wants to go down on you again, but the way his cock is screaming at him for release and your pussy is clenching on nothing—yeah, his oral fixation can wait. 

He settles himself in between your legs. His hands are grounded into the pillow beside your head as your legs automatically hook around his waist. He rubs his length across your wetness, you mewl for him as he lets his tip drag across your clit. 

“Baby, please,” you whine. 

“I’ve got you, baby.” 

His tip breaches your entrance. God, you’ve missed him so much, and you tell him exactly that. 

His lips are on yours, never really satiated with the amount of kisses he takes from you, “I fuckin’ missed you so much.” He pushes deeper in. “God, my beautiful wife, I love you so much,” he breathes out as his lips graze your temple. 

His hips are flushed with yours, your hands secure themselves around his neck. “Please, baby, let’s never go this long again, I need you so bad,” he rasps. He’s pulling out again, his head kissing your core. “Need you always,” he says as he pushes back in, maintaining a slow but hard rhythm.

You pull him impossibly closer into you, your hands grasping and feeling him anywhere you can reach. You rock your hips to meet every push and pull of his own, lips ghosting each other with each movement, your eyes threatening to roll back at how entirely full you feel. 

He’s taking his fucking time with you tonight, fucking you slowly into the mattress, harder with each thrust, reveling in sound of your pussy each time he pushes in, and he can’t help the way he smiles into the sloppy kisses and shared breaths. 

You’re a complete mess, tears falling from your eyes at how addicting he feels mixed with the pure love you have for this man. You really don’t even register what you’re babbling about, but that doesn’t matter. Frankie’s in heaven listening to a mixture of your drawn out moans, the occasional Lord’s name in vain, and the repeated I love you, baby, I love you so much.

One of his hands drag down to your clit, rubbing clumsy yet perfect circles, forcing your dam to finally break. He’s completely soaked in you and so are your thighs and the bedsheets. Your fall is slow but all-consuming. Your back arches into him, your nipples rubbing deliciously against his chest, and the feeling is the final push that sends him painting your walls white. 

His hand leaves your swollen clit and wraps itself around your lower back, helping you maintain your arch form as he continues rocking himself into you well into his softened state. He can feel your body start to tense out of overstimulation, so he finally pulls out of you, leaving you a leaking mess of both your and his cum. He sits back on his hunches, his fingers drawing circles on your inner thighs, just admiring the sight until his cock begins to stir again. 

“Jesus, Morales,” you giggle breathily as you clocked the jump of his length.

He leans over you again, giving you a sweet, lengthy kiss as he begins to slide himself off the bed. “What can I say, baby? I’m insatiable with you,” he gives you a mischievous smirk. 

He heads to the kitchen, returning to the bedroom with a chilled glass of water for you. “Drink up,” he says.

Before he makes it to the en suite bathroom, he adds, “I’m not done with you yet, mama.”

Despite the sensitivity down there, your pussy flutters at his words, craving him down there in any way shape or form.

He returns with a warm cloth, cleaning you up as best as he can with your second round of slick and his endless load of cum pouring from you. He sets the cloth down somewhere on the floor and situates himself up against the headboard. He wordlessly guides you to lay between his legs, your chest resting against his. 

“Wanna check on Isa?” Frankie asks, albeit a little shy. You smirk a little, knowing you’re usually the one to cave first. You make grabby hands at your phone on the nightstand, nudging Frankie to grab it since his wingspan is much larger than yours. He hands it to you, and you immediately dial Santi, hitting the speaker button as it rings.

“Hey, Santi.” 

“Hey, Mrs. Fish,” you can hear him laugh at his name for you. Frankie also gives a little laugh. He thought it was the funniest thing he’s ever said during your guys’ wedding reception. He calls you that more than your own name now. 

“How’s it going?” you try to ask in an unconcerned fashion. Santi knows you both all too well to know that isn’t the case. 

“You know you two didn’t have to quit just to check on her, right? Tío Santi knows how to distract! Also, tío Santi knows how to put her down for a nap!” He says proudly.

“I believe you, Santi, don’t worry. Just checking. Frankie just kept bugging-” 

Before you could continue your sentence, Frankie’s hands immediately go to your sides, hitting all your ticklish spots. You scream out, a loud stream of giggles leaving you. 

“Coño, por favor, not while I’m on the phone!” You hear Santi say. “Sorry, Sorry,” you say, still out of breath from Frankie’s merciless attack. 

“Actually, Santi, can I ask another favor?” 

Frankie looks at you confused. You smirk at him. “Is tío Santi prepared for his first sleepover?” His confusion fades and immediately his eyes are consumed with pure lust, his soft brown eyes turning black. 

Santi is silent for a moment. “You two are downright feral, you know that, right?”

You stifle a laugh. “Ay Dios mío (oh my God),” Frankie mutters. 

“As long as I get another niece — or nephew, I really have no preference — in nine months time…” Santi trails off in thought. “Then I’d dedicate every damn weekend to her,” he says. 

You turn your head around and up to meet Frankie’s eyes, both of you in shock at Santi’s silent invitation, silence fills the air for a moment before you finally bring yourself to speak. 

“Oh? Alright, then,” you softly say. “Thank you, Santi, you’re the best. We’ll text you, okay? Bye,” you hang up, not giving Santi any chances to return the call-ending formalities. You and Frankie are still looking at each other, eyes wild at the proposition before you. 

“Every weekend, huh?” Frankie says, breaking the tension first. His head dips down to place a kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. 

You suck in a breath, arousal forming faster than a strike of lightning. “Mhm,” you barely get out. His hands are roaming your body now, your phone thrown haphazardly somewhere in the room, long forgotten. He places his hands on the insides of your thighs, spreading you open and keeping them atop his own legs, so he can hold you open. His one hand is spread largely over your lower belly while his other hand is already teasing your core. 

His finger circles directly on your clit, you yelp in response, your body twitching. “Every weekend, I’m gonna get to fuck my wife, huh?” Frankie says into your ear. “Gonna fill her full of me?” Your hips buck at the huskiness of his voice, of his possessiveness over you. Your response is incoherent, more of a moan than anything. Next thing you know, your room reverberates with the noise of a wet slap. 

He spanked your pussy. The sound that escapes your throat is beyond arousing, Frankie’s cock back to life, dripping on your lower back. “Answer me properly, baby,” he says again, softly. His fingers are circling your clit again, forcing more of your wetness out of you, his cum from earlier still seeking its place on your bedsheets.

“Mmm, fuck-” you breathe, “Yes, yes, every weekend, baby,” you’re nodding your head frantically as you try to keep your eyes trained on his actions down below. “Every weekend you’re gonna make me so full,” you whimper, “Gonna fuck a baby into me, daddy, I need you so bad.”

He slides two of his fingers into you at your words, his hips grind into your back at the feel of your warmth, of his spend keeping you nice and wet. His fingers pump in and out of you at a languid pace, his fingers arching in a come-here motion to beckon more of his cum onto his fingers. He pulls out of you momentarily, analyzing the mess he’s made. “Open, querida,” he whispers, likely in a trance at the sight. 

You open your mouth, tongue out and ready. He sticks his fingers into your mouth, and you lap up his salty spend greedily, as if it were the sweetest of syrups. You taste a distinct tanginess on his fingers, most likely the product of your own arousal. Your eyes fall shut at your taste, eyes feeling heavy and too blissed out to stay open. He pulls out of your mouth with a pop and grabs your chin, turning your face to his. He pulls you in for an open-mouthed kiss, wet and hot. His hand leaves your face and returns to your core. His fingers are back inside you, pushing in and out as his palm grinds perfectly into your clit. Your hips are moving in tandem, providing you with the perfect rhythm to soak him all over again. His lips never break from your own, tongues dancing in a way only you two get to know. 

Your hand seeks purchase at the back of his neck, tugging at the base of his curls, taking away his opportunity to break away from you. He moans into your mouth at the sharp sensation, your lower back a sticky mess from how much he’s leaking onto you. 

Finally, you break away, lips still connected by the thinnest of spit lines. “Baby, I- I’m gonna cum, shit-”

Frankie lets out a growl, desperate to have you fall apart on him. He maintains his same pace, adding a bit more pressure of his palm to your clit, his other hand pushing harder down into your belly, knowing how crazy the stimulation drives you. “Give it to me,” he mumbles in your ear, his heavy breathing fanning across your cheek. “Need it, baby. Need you,” he whines. 

“Fuck-!” you yell out, head pushing harder into his shoulder, eyes clamping shut and forming white, blinding fireworks beneath your eyelids. He fucks his fingers in you as you ride out your high, tears letting loose as your pussy squirts into his hand and all over both your bottom halves. 

The sight transforms him into a cumming mess, the only stimulation being the friction from your backside as he rutted into you. You don’t notice the warm wetness between your bodies until your body falls completely limp against him, breathing still heavy but slowly returning to normal. Frankie bejewels your face with sweet kisses — from your temples to the edge of your shoulder that he can reach — as you slowly come back to Earth. 

You look up at him now, a soft smile spread across your face. His heart stutters at the sight. You shift your back a little. “Did you…?”

“Yes, I did,” Frankie admits way too quickly, embarrassment flooding his face. 

You pull him into one more kiss before you start to get up. “Come on. Shower and then we eat,” you tell him. “You didn’t get to settle yourself down after work,” you add, slightly scolding him for his impatience yet also silently thanking him. 

“I can always eat in the shower,” Frankie adds suggestively, his eyes giving your body a once over as you stand beside the bed, waiting for him to get a move on. 

“Morales!” you gasp out. “Bad,” you say, shaking your head from side to side. 

“You know it’s gonna happen, mi amor (my love),” he says as he stands, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into him, seeking your warmth. 

And it does happen. He makes you fall apart on his tongue twice, and you pay him back by reducing him down to jelly legs as you fuck his cum down your throat. By the time you two actually start your shower, the water is completely cold, not one drop of hot water available. 

Post-shower, you two cook a fast, simple meal, too eager to be on each other again, but too aware of how important it is to give your body sustenance in order to continue with your feral behavior. You only get a few hours of sleep that night. Falling asleep after each round only to wake back up a horny, dripping mess just to fuck again. You don’t remember the last time you two did something like this, but damn were you two needing it. You made a mental note to thank Santi for his much needed offer.

The next morning you wake up at seven, the first sensation you feel for the day is your sore pussy, red and puffy as she begs you to give her a break. You look at the knocked out man beside you, give him a kiss on the forehead and break away from his hold, bringing yourself to the bathroom. You take your phone with you. 

[07:13] Just woke up. Drop Isabela off whenever you’re ready. 

[07:15] God, no wonder she’s up already. She’s got your early ass schedule. 

You laugh to yourself, picturing Santi a half asleep man child as your daughter crawls all over him, forcing him to get up, too. What Santi didn’t know was that it was actually Isa’s schedule that you were on. 

[07:16] Pobrecito (poor thing). :( 

[07:16] She’ll probably be asking for Frankie soon. She always cuddles him in the morning. 

[07:17] Yep, she just did. I’ll feed her some breakfast now, then we’ll be on our way. That good, Mrs. Fish?

[07:18] If it’s good with little Fish, then it’s good with me. 

He sends you a thumbs up, and you set your phone down. You wash up and get ready for the day. 

After you brush your teeth and wash your face, you head to Frankie’s side of the closet and grab one of his soft, cotton tees to throw on. 

You head to the kitchen, your first course of action being to fire up the espresso machine. Espresso is the only form of coffee you drink, and soon enough, Frankie followed in your footsteps. Just as you suspected, as soon as the smell of the beans filled the air, Frankie appeared in the kitchen. His sleepy eyes and sexed out hair on display nearly cause your knees to buckle, your aching pussy betraying your want for a lazy morning. 

He makes his way to you and kisses you, soft and slow, probably needing a lazy morning just as much as you. “Good morning, mi esposa (my wife),” he says, voice still raspy from sleep. 

“Mmm, good morning, mi esposo (my husband),” you smile up at him. “Sleep well?”

“With the sleep that I did get, I’d say yeah,” he says. “You really tired me out, hermosa (beautiful),” he adds.

You pull him down for another kiss. You’ll never tire of the feeling. “Waffles?”

His eyes light up, a boyish grin on his face. “Yes, please.”

Around 8:30 as you and Frankie finish your waffles, the front door is unlocking. A little girl with crazy hair comes busting in, running straight for the both of you to pull you guys into a tight group hug. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” she screams.

“Mi amorcito,” Frankie responds, matching her energy. “Mi niña loca (my crazy girl),” you squeal. “I missed you so much!” you add. 

You and Frankie kiss each of her cheeks, sandwiching her little face. 

“Did you have fun with tío Santi?” you ask.

“So much fun, mommy! We had ice cream for break-”

Before she could finish, Santi chimes in. “O-o-okayyyyy, Isa!” he claps his hand once. “Why don’t you bring this to your room,” he hands her a tiny gift bag — probably the product of some shopping they did — “while I talk to mommy and daddy?”

“Okay, tío Santi!” She takes the bag and makes her way to her room. 

Your eyebrows are raised in mock scolding as you wait for Santi to explain himself. “Hey! In my defense, those puppy dog eyes are a killer. I couldn’t say no.”

The three of you break out into laughter, Frankie going in for a hug, clapping Santi on the back as he releases him. 

“Waffles?” you offer Santi. He graciously accepts, making his way to the other side of the kitchen counter, helping himself. 

“So-” you and Frankie say at the same time. Santi pauses his actions mid-bite. 

Frankie nudges you to speak first. You clear your throat to ease the awkwardness in the room. 

“So,” you start again. “Were you, uh… were you serious about watching Isa?” you ask?

“Every weekend?” Frankie adds. 

You giggle, nodding an affirmative at your husband. “Yes, every weekend?” 

Santi finishes the bite he paused on, and sets his waffle down. “You dirty dogs!” he says. 

“Pope, come on,” Frankie’s palms go over his cheeks that are currently turning red at Santi’s teasing. 

He lets out a laugh. “Sí, cabrón (yes, asshole),” Santi says, slapping Frankie’s shoulder.  “Of course I’m serious. I’d do anything for both of you, and especially that demon of a little girl.” 

Your heart warms at Santi’s sentiment. You’re beyond grateful Frankie has a best friend like him. 

“On one condition,” Santi adds, his eyebrow quirked up.

“Anything,” you say eagerly. Frankie nods his head in agreement with you.

“I also wasn’t kidding when I said I’d need another sobrino (niece/nephew).”

You and Frankie look at each other, your stares saying everything they needed to. Yeah, Santi didn’t need to worry about that. 

And you were right when the next Saturday morning, a month and four tío Santi sleepovers later, you and Frankie presented Santi with your pregnancy test displaying two pink lines.

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yourusername: Celebrating 5 years without cancer! Couldn't be more grateful for being alive and for this amazing man who I call my husband! You're the best! Thanks for being there with me when times didn't seem to be well. Thanks for never letting my hand go, and being by my side in the hospital, sleeping on the floor while holding my hand! I love you so much!! ❤️

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fernandoalo_oficial: Mi hermosa esposa, mi todo, mi amor, el amor de mi vida, te amo! (My beautiful wife, my all, my love, the love of my life, I love you!) You're the bravest woman I've ever known. I remember the day the doctor told us what the problem was, it's still vividly in my mind. I was scared of losing you, but I knew I couldn't give you up so easily. I will be by your side, no matter what! ❤️

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yourusername: Te amo España! | I love you Spain!

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f1news: Rumors say that Fernando and his wife, y/n, had adopted a little Spanish boy early this week. If it is true, congrats to the couple!

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yourusername: All my life, I've wanted to be a mother. It was my biggest dream. When I married Fernando 10 years ago, the first thing I wanted to do was look for a baby Nandito, but unfortunately, I had cancer. I needed to give up my dream of having a baby on my own to live. All these years, I was so sad because I'd never become a mother, but now I am. Meet Matías Fernando Alonso y/ln, the new addition to our family! He's 4 years old (soon to be 5) and loves cars and animals! We're so happy about this incredible opportunity. Our dreams came true with his arrival! We are deeply in love with him and looking forward to the future! ❣️

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[winniethewife]

You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Holiday Special

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

A/N: A break from the regularly scheduled updates for some holiday angst. Takes place in the same universe but before our story takes place. Image By @joycemelanee1 on twitter

Words: 435

It was the first Christmas after Miguel had died. Valentine had been invited to stay With Peter B. and MJ, they had just recently gotten married (for the second time) but despite their newly rekindled love they were more than willing to take in a stray with nowhere to go for the holidays. After dinner, on Christmas eve, Val wandered over to the window that looked out on the city, it had just started to snow, and she couldn’t help but think about last Christmas.

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Valentine Looks around the room trying to spot Her husband, they had been invited to this Christmas party By the member of a band that was under the same management company as Miguel’s Band “Scarlet’s Web” the place was packed and the music was loud but that was relatively normal for her, Just as she was about to give up and call Miguel to figure out where he was when her spidey senses started to go off and she turned around to see Miguel sneaking up on her with a grin on his face. She gave him a smirk.

“Nice Try Tiger.” She laughs as he looks at her and snaps is fingers.

“Darn, Chiquita. Your pequeña araña abilities always get in the way of my fun” He says with a laugh. He pulled her in close holding on to her waist. “Well not all of my fun.”  He says flirtatiously.

“Whatever do you mean? I don’t think I’m getting in the way of any fun.” She says sarcastically. He laughs.

“No, No of course not. Mi Esposa es el alma de la fiesta.” He says flirtatiously as he grabs her hips sways against her, causing them both to laugh.

“Mi escandaloso marido, causando conmoción.”

“Hey, who you calling escandaloso? Eh?” He chuckles while leading in to nibble on her ear. “Chiquita, Que linda mi niña” He whispers as he continues to move with her in time to the music, their own private dance in the corner of the party.

“Merry Christmas Tiger.”

“Feliz navidad querida”

“You okay Valentine?” Peter B. asks, She had been standing at the window watching the snow fall for a while.

“Hm? Oh yeah…Just a little a haunted by the ghost of Christmas past.”

“I get that. If you need anything…I’d like to say I’m the ghost of Christmas Present. But really that’s just because my presence is a gift.” He winks at her and she laughs.

“Thanks. I’ll be there soon. I promise.” She says before looking out on the snowy scene of Earth-616B.

Won't you bring back my baby to me?

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Translation

pequeña araña: Little spider

Mi Esposa es el alma de la fiesta.: My Wife is the life of the party

Mi escandaloso marido, causando conmoción: My scandalous husband, causing a commotion.

Chiquita, Que linda mi niña: Little one, how pretty my girl

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𝑪𝑯. 𝑽 — 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑨𝑻.

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary 🕷️ ⤏ miguel is forced to have a heart-to-heart. pairing 🕷️ miguel o’hara/spider!reader word count 🕷️ 4.5k a/n 🕷️ [gif credit] ⤏ sorry this chapter is a day late, i started back to college today and i managed to finish this by avoiding a mental breakdown bc who doesn't love getting overwhelmed by the workload right off the bat? maybe this one being a little longer will smooth things over. ⤏ this chapter was supposed to be in reader’s pov with a totally different scenario in mind, but I’ll probably use that idea for another chap instead bc I ran out time getting ready for this week and already had some of this written beforehand. I’ll probably require a little more patience with updates going into this semester, but I’m going to try to keep them weekly unless the workload proves too much for my mushy little brain to handle! ⤏ and to anyone else starting back up to school, good luck and remember to take care of yourselves! you’re all beautiful and I love you for taking the time to read my silly little fics. :) ⤏ this one does get a little heavy, y’all—please mind the content warnings listed on this fic’s masterpost, linked below. wounds have to be cleaned before they can heal. 🕷️ MASTERPOST 🕷️ 🕷️ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ 🕷️ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER [TBA] 🕷️

You were different. You looked different.

Despite your near-identical physical and facial features and expressions, the nervous flutter of your hands you always hastily stuffed into your pockets to hide them from sight, the faded denim bomber jacket with embroidered patches hand-sewn along the shoulders and threading at the cuffs that you refused to remove even though HQ stayed a steady seventy degrees and required no such outerwear (and over your thermally regulated UMF suit, no less)—among the countless other details he had compared and filed away into the back of his mind to avoid thinking about them all for too long—you weren’t his esposa.

Miguel had to get that through his head right now. He’d already made that mistake once.

As Jess had predicted, you fit seamlessly into the Spider Society. You got along with all of the main task squad, including Peter B. (as much as that fact irked Miguel to no end), and even the most stoic of the Spider-People with whom you interacted in passing.

You were such a fucking ray of sunshine, friendly to a fault, never failing to have them all smiling by the end of your conversations, no matter how short. You had won nearly the entire collective over with your baked goods—it became routine within a week for you to bring in whatever you failed to sell by the end of the day, and within fifteen minutes the supply was always depleted on a first-come, first-serve basis. Multiple scuffles had already broken out over the delicacies, and Miguel had exasperatedly requested that LYLA put up a waitlist tablet in the cafeteria that they could queue themselves and you could update to avoid future conflicts.

He was finally able to apologize to the AI. After Peter B. had taken you on the tour, she’d emerged in a flicker looking slightly less displeased now that he’d smoothed over his mistake. Once he admitted that he shouldn’t have kept anything from Jess and or snapped at either of them, regardless of the circumstances, she’d perked right back up to normal and had resumed her chirpy, irreverent demeanor. (Much to his chagrin.)

It was good, because LYLA could hold a grudge unlike anyone whom Miguel had ever met. (Maybe that was his fault, to an extent.)

Despite the somewhat rocky start to your recruitment and the argument you and he had shared, you made it a point to visit Miguel when you did make your deliveries no matter what. You tried to start small-talk the first few times, but either he was too invested in his analyses—zoned in to the point that even his hyperactive senses blocked out any other stimuli—or he couldn’t muster the emotional fortitude to formulate proper responses from hearing your voice again after particularly bad nights, so most of the time you entered silently, left him your humble offerings (always his favorites), and departed without a word. He stayed on a strict diet to maintain his mass and bulk, and consuming that much sugar that regularly would inevitably ruin him, but…it always smelled so good, tasted even better, and he would be halfway done eating them when he would realize that his resolve had cracked. (Again.)

Miguel was uncertain of your motivations. He hadn’t exactly reciprocated any of your amicability—had barely spoken ten words to you throughout the entire week after you and Jess had backed him up with the Goblin. You’d gone out on a couple of trial runs with Peter B. and Jess since then to get you more accustomed to multiversal travel, and you had transported a couple of rather disoriented lesser villains-of-the-week to their home dimensions without any trouble. Your reflexes, strategizing, adaptability, and burgeoning leadership had condensed hours of wrangling into less than one each time you set out. Your reports were immaculate, and Peter B. and Jess showered you in endless praises once you would return home.

Miguel had watched, so of course he knew how efficiently you worked—but he hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d been observing, and thus let them talk without comment. He had to admit that it was good that he’d bitten the bullet and had recruited you. He could already tell that you would exponentially improve their success rate. You were an excellent Spider-Woman, and your additional work off-world hadn’t impacted that on your own in the slightest.

If only he could get over himself long enough to treat you like everyone else.

The others had already noticed his withdrawal. He wasn’t exactly extroverted by nature, and he certainly wasn’t a man of many words, but Jess had already tried twice to get him to open up about what was bothering him. Peter B. had yet to strike, and Miguel looked forward to avoiding him and that previously promised conversation for as long as possible…which meant that he reclused himself into the lab as much as he could physically stand it.

Which, of course, didn’t last.

“Miguel?”

The man let out a heavy sigh, tipping his head back and to the side to glare at the apparition glowing near his shoulder. “I thought I told you to let me know when he came close.”

“You did,” LYLA remarked idly, inspecting her incorporeal nails as she cycled through multiple shades, “and I did—you just ignored it, boss man.”

Miguel scowled and scrolled through the screens around him, spotting that very notification blinking at him urgently. He swiped crabbily to dismiss it into the ether, gritting his teeth as Peter effortlessly latched onto the edge of the platform and hoisted himself up onto it.

“I thought MJ had an appointment today,” Miguel groused, focusing resolutely on a diagram projecting the potential increase of interspatial warps.

“She did. Three hours ago.” Peter nudged him in the arm. “Did you really lose track of that much time?”

Miguel’s eyes cut over to the clock he had shrunk and put to the side—as well as the timer that was supposed to chime every hour for him to walk around, stretch, and rest his eyes for ten minutes. He’d snoozed it so many times that it had, evidently, given up altogether—or LYLA had disengaged it to keep from annoying him further. He scoffed softly at the time. “I’ve been busy.”

“I’ll say. Your new little protege sure has turned the entire collective upside down.”

“Just say what you want to say and be done with it, Peter. I’m not in the mood.”

A beat of silence. Out of the corner of Miguel’s eye, the older man’s expression had tightened. “It seems like you already know what I’m going to say.”

“Then why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because I’m worried about you. You know. Like friends ought to be.”

Miguel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You see me as a liability.”

“I am worried,” Peter reiterated flatly, “that you’re going to get yourself hurt again.”

“Believe me, Peter, I’ve learned my lesson.” Miguel turned about lazily on his heel to face him and bracing his hands on his hips. “You don’t have to spend your precious time worrying about me.”

“I’m going to, regardless.” Peter didn’t have an ounce of insincerity on his face, even as Miguel sneered down at him with half-lidded eyes. “Look. Recruiting her was a good thing. She’s excellent at what she does, and she’ll probably end up on the main squad soon enough with how reliable and level-headed she is. She’s already been tinkering in the robotics lab in some of her free time and blowing the minds of the Spiders that work there. She’s got a lot of potential.” He folded his arms over his chest—for once lacking that damnable bathrobe. “She’s a lot like you, actually, with how independent she is trying to take responsibility for everyone and everything around her. I can already see the martyr and/or hero complex working, or whatever it is about you that you can’t seem to accept help until you absolutely need it.”

Miguel narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t give me that look.” Peter pointed his index finger and jabbed him in the sternum. “I’m not stupid, Miguel. Don’t try to lie to me and tell me that you recruited her entirely out of the goodness of your heart.”

“I agreed with Jess that she would fit the bill.”

“She’s also a duplicate of your dead wife.”

Miguel’s upper lip curled back in a silent snarl, baring his fangs. “Careful, Peter.”

Heedless to the danger he tread into, as always, Peter carried on without flinching once. “Put those away—I’m not trying to antagonize you. I just want to know what’s going on in your head so I can help.”

“I didn’t want to,” Miguel pointed out, doggedly avoiding that idea, “and I got scolded for arguing against it, so maybe you ought to go talk to Jess if you have qualms with her eye for recruitment.”

“It’s one thing that you took on another Spider,” Peter digressed, “but…Miguel. It’s only been two months. Are you sure you’re okay dealing with…all this? I know you’re still struggling, and that’s to be expected—what you went through is…beyond anything I could ever handle. Losing May has been hard enough, but losing an entire—”

“Don’t.” Miguel took a lumbering step forward, shoulders tightening. “Don’t you even think about it.”

“What, like you’ve been doing?” Peter shot back, patience thinning. The furrow between his brows deepened. “You may bury it so you don’t have to deal with the baggage, but I remember the aftermath. I remember having to put you back together, to keep you from going straight off the brink. You fell apart, Miguel—and that’s okay! Hell, I would’ve been more surprised if you hadn’t! But pardon my skepticism that you’re suddenly okay enough to be interacting with another version of your wife so soon!”

Miguel’s head throbbed with how tightly he ground his teeth to keep from shouting. “Do you honestly think,” he growled, “that I don’t think about it every second of every day?” He took another step forward, hedging Peter closer to the edge of the platform. “Do you really think that it doesn’t keep me up at all hours? That I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep since then? Do you really think I’m that cold?”

“No. I didn’t say that.” Peter’s eyes flashed. “But what you’re doing isn’t healthy, Miguel. Working yourself to death to avoid allowing yourself to heal isn’t going to get you anywhere but an early grave. And I’m just afraid that she’s going to exacerbate the problem—LYLA told me you’ve been in here for nearly twelve hours! You need to get out—go hit the gym or eat or—or—I don’t know, something! But if her being around is going to cause you to regress, I don’t know that I can condone it—regardless of whether Jess pushed for it or not.” His expression softened slightly, and he reached up to clasp Miguel’s shoulder. “I just don’t like seeing you suffer like this, and I know that you’re not going to ease up on yourself without outside intervention. You’re the one holding all of this together, sure, but you don’t have to be the only one. It won’t kill you to let us in.”

Miguel cast a scathing glare towards the AI, who merely shrugged noncommittally. He managed to retain enough will not to shrug off the grounding touch, even if it made his skin prickle with nerves. “This is my burden to bear,” he responded lowly. “And there’s too much at stake for me to falter now.”

Peter regarded him forlornly for a long moment, eyes scanning his resolute face, before releasing a defeated sigh and throwing his hands up before they landed against the fronts of his thighs with a resounding clap that echoed through the lab. “…All right. Sure. Just…let yourself break, then.” He turned to step to the edge of the platform. “But either way, I’ll still be here to help you get back up, Miguel. I, for one—and Jess, too—aren’t going anywhere just because you keep pushing us away. We’re staying right here because we know you need it, even if you don’t think you do. We’re not going to leave, no matter what.” He cast a glance at him over his shoulder. “I just hope that you can say the same about her, if you’re going to put yourself through all this for her sake.”

Peter leapt nimbly down, and Miguel counted his breaths until the doors swished shut. Only then did he let his resolve crack—and the monitor to his right paid a dear price for it.

“I think you really should listen to him,” LYLA said softly. “He’s only trying to look out for you.”

“I’ve had about enough of you,” Miguel muttered darkly, pinching the bridge of his nose and tucking his chin against his chest.

“Don’t make me lock up the computer. Your health is more important than all this. I’ll let you know if anything turns out abnormal.” She flitted to stare directly up into his eyes, imitating his hunch. “Eating something will help your headache go away, you know.”

He glared balefully down at her. “You’re not my fucking mother.”

“No, but apparently I have to act like her.” She made a shooing motion. “Vamos.* All this will still be waiting for you when you get back.”

“I… fine. Fine.” Miguel engaged the command to lower the platform, setting a timer on his watch for half an hour. LYLA ticked it up to a whole one with a snap of her fingers, ignoring his scowl. “LYLA.”

“Just part of my protocol, boss. Taking care of you is one of my top priorities.” She raised a brow at him. “You should know that by now.”

He…couldn’t refute that. It was a branch of code as deeply embedded into her programming as anything else. His wife had made sure of it.

“…Miguel?”

He stiffened.

LYLA blinked away, leaving him alone on the steadily descending platform. He looked down and spotted you emerging from the shadows, face pinched as you met his gaze.

“Yeah,” he responded tightly. “What is it?”

You held a paper sack in your hand, but the edges of the top were shredded slightly from fretful fingers. “I brought you a snack.”

He closed his eyes with a sigh, girding himself and stepping off the ledge as it finally rested to confront you directly. He accepted the bag. “Thanks.”

You were watching him carefully, eyes lingering a little too long for comfort.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed, troubled—the internal debate behind your carefully neutral expression was obvious in the way that you chewed the inside of your lip.

Miguel couldn’t say that he was fully kind when he prompted, very firmly, “I’ve already had one fucking heart-to-heart today. What’s one more?”

“You didn’t tell me I was your wife,” you said softly.

That statement took all the puff out of him in one fell swoop. Miguel’s shoulders sank and he looked off to the side. “How long were you listening?”

“Long enough.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it pertinent to the job,” he mumbled.

“So you planned to avoid me instead. To spare yourself the migraine.” You shook your head. “You didn’t have to bring me on if you didn’t want to, regardless of what Jess said. I didn’t necessarily want to join, you know.”

“You’re good at this,” he protested. “We need you here.”

“I don’t want you to torture yourself for the sake of efficiency. Between the two of us, I’m more expendable.”

His brows furrowed. “You’re not—”

“I’m a danger to your wellbeing, if nothing else.”

“Don’t…” He sighed tersely. “Don’t let what Peter said get to you. He’s a worrywart who sticks his nose in others’ business where he doesn’t belong.”

“It’s only been two months?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We need to, if it’s going to be this big of an issue. If that’s the reason you can hardly stand to be around me or to look me in the eye…seeing as you’re the main piece to this outfit, obviously the solution is to remove me from the equation altogether.”

“No,” he gritted out. “It’s—”

“Don’t tell me it’s not a problem.”

“It isn’t one!” he retorted.

“For Peter to decide an intervention was necessary? Yeah, I’d sure fucking say it is.”

Miguel let out a low growl, watching your expression slowly cracking at the edges—lines formed in the corners of your mouth as you pursed your lips, a deep wrinkle between your brows—but you still kept that damnable monotone. The same you’d used when you’d initially rejected his invitation to the society.

Indifference as self-defense. Didn’t he know that well?

“Look,” he ground out, “regardless of my…personal background, I mean it when I say that it isn’t something you need to worry about. All my shit doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “Obviously that’s not the case.”

He had almost—almost—forgotten how impossibly stubborn you could be, and how badly it pissed him off when you were.

“It’s none of your business,” he retorted.

Your eyes flashed with indignation. “I would have liked to have known at the start—it would have explained the way you act around me and I wouldn’t have had to wonder what the hell I did wrong—but you probably didn’t because you figured it would’ve impacted my decision. And it would have, because I sure as hell didn’t want to put any stress between you and the others. If you knew me at all, you’d know that I hate getting involved in drama.”

“I do know you,” he responded, “and the reason I didn’t tell you is so you wouldn’t have to get involved. Even still, I don’t owe you an explanation—you’re not my wife.”

“No,” you spat, “but a version of me was! Don’t you think that earns me some basic civility? You convince me to take this job against your own wishes and then ignore me for a week? Do you even realize how shitty that is?”

Miguel stepped closer, looming over you, as the hot flush of anger began to creep out of his belly up his neck. “I have enough on my plate,” he muttered, “without you adding to the pot.”

“I wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t decided to bring me—if you’re going to be all wishy-washy about it, just let me go home and forget about the whole mess!”

Miguel clamped his jaw shut and closed his eyes tightly. “I…can’t do that.”

“And why the hell not?” You were matching his temper now, stoking it like kindling. “If it’s so bad for me to be here because I’m a duplicate of your dead wife, then why can’t you have the decency to act like my dead husband and communicate with me?”

He snapped. “Just because you were born with a mole behind your ear and burned your wrist baking lava cakes for your cousin’s wedding and got a crooked fucking cesarean scar because they let a goddamn student nurse stitch you up in post-op, you aren’t my fucking wife!”

The oppressive hush that directly followed the tapering echo of Miguel’s reverberating roar felt heavy enough to crush the air from his lungs. He dared not look away from your crestfallen expression for fear of letting slip the strict control over his that he metaphorically gripped with whitened, grinding knuckles. Even LYLA uttered not a sound, though it was of no consequence—Miguel could hear nothing but the infuriatingly rapid thrum of your heart as intimately as the mirrored pounding of his own just beneath his third and fourth ribs.

“…She lived?” you whispered hoarsely, to your credit never having flinched once at his enraged outburst. You didn’t even blink, staring at him with rounded, watering eyes and parted lips that only occasionally trembled.

The question was enough to off-center him, and he schooled his snarl into a slightly more composed scowl. “What?”

“She survived?” you croaked, your voice on the razor’s edge of breaking. “She actually made it?”

Dooming follow-ups indeed. Miguel vehemently wanted to refuse to answer them. Never did he want to rehash such a tender wound, especially given…every-fucking-thing about the present situation. It was hard enough having new members of the collective seeking solace in his losses in order to share the burden of their grief, but having such a conversation with (a version of) you…

“...Yeah.” He swallowed roughly. “The labor started two weeks early, and she was flipped over wrong. They had to remove her. She was in the NICU for three days, but…she turned out okay.” For a while, anyway—long before I ever got there.

You nodded, eyes falling to the floor as you worked your bottom lip between your teeth. Your restraint was admirable, but he could see the way you were trembling.

“That’s…that’s good.” You shook your head in a singular, abortive motion. “I…I guess something happened to her after, though. Right?”

Miguel, too, looked away. “Years later. Yeah.”

You nodded once. “…I’m sorry.”

He wanted to stay angry—it was so much easier to be angry than to be upset—but he couldn’t maintain it. Not with how heartbroken you looked. “It wasn’t your fault,” he responded flatly. “Either of you.”

“...What was her name?” you asked softly.

Miguel gritted his teeth. “Gabriella.”

You glanced up at him, the faintest suggestion of a smile tugging at the corners of your eyes. “After your brother?”

His throat clamped shut. He could only nod.

“I’ll bet she was beautiful.” You cleared your throat. “I hope she took after you, anyway.”

“She was. And…she did.”

Your expression shifted into something a little less readable. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you,” you started quietly. “I’m sorry if my being here has made it harder on you. I never meant to hurt you, or—”

“...Stop apologizing.”

“—to be a burden. I thought maybe I’d be able to finally get some closure being close to you, at least, even if you aren’t him, and—”

“Stop.”

“—I feel like I’ve just made it worse for you, and that was never my intention—”

“Stop it!” he pleaded, voice cracking. Your jaw clicked shut, looking stricken. “Please, fresa. Just drop it.”

You blinked. A tear slipped down your cheek. You opened your mouth.

“Don’t apologize,” he gritted out tightly.

“I…okay.” You swallowed, inwardly debating. You eventually caved at his defeated, if expectant, silence. “Did…did you call her that, too?”

Miguel squeezed his eyes shut, half-turning away from you. “...No. I called her Shortcake.” Gabriella’s mother had been Dulcita—but that was what his alternate self had used for her, so he’d adopted that instead to maintain his guise.

“...Oh.” You didn’t seem certain how to respond to that.

Miguel dragged a palm down his dampened face. “Look. It is…difficult. I can’t lie to you even if I wanted to. But you are rapidly proving to be integral to this team, and I’m not going to allow this to interfere with our combat compatibility in the field. But if it makes you uncomfortable, or if it bothers you, then it’s best if you’d just…go.”

“...Do you want me to leave?”

He glared at you. “What does that matter?”

“A hell of a lot.” Your gaze was resolute, unwavering. “I’ll only leave if you ask me to.”

Miguel regarded you for a long time. Finally, he let out a heavy, shaky exhale. “...No. I don’t want you to leave.”

“Okay. Then I’ll stay. And we’ll…work through this. Whatever this is.” You gestured between yourself and him. “For what it’s worth, while it hasn’t been easy by any stretch of the imagination…I still miss him, but it’s a relief when I’m around you, even if it only distracts me for a little while. It still hurts, but…it’s not as bad as it used to be.”

“I…agree.” Miguel opted to sit, sinking onto the edge of the platform and burying his face in his hands to avoid your eyes.

“...I miscarried.”

He peeked between his fingers without moving an inch.

You were fiddling with the fingertip of your suit, absently chewing on the inside of your cheek, gazing at the ground. “I didn’t know until after I’d lost her. Sneaking into a quarantined explosion site and getting bit by a radioactive spider didn’t agree with a baby, evidently.”

Miguel snapped eyes shut against their sudden, burning sting.

“It was too early to know anything. About two months. I…tortured myself about it for years. Felt like it was my punishment for not being there when…maybe if I had been, then Mig—you—he wouldn’t have…y’know.” You drew a shaky breath, your voice pitching with the strain of telltale tears. “She was the only piece of…of him that I had left,” you croaked hoarsely. “And I lost her, too.”

“It’s not your fault,” he murmured, shaking his head morosely.

“...I’m sure telling you the same thing wouldn’t make you feel any better, either.”

You weren’t wrong. “It’s been…longer than two months.”

He felt the weight of your stare on him—but it was sympathetic, not critical.

“I lost my wife three years ago.” He dug his fingertips into his eyes. “But I…did something two months ago that I regret. I learned something about canon events that I didn’t realize before. It…cost me a lot of lives. Countless lives.” He swallowed roughly, daring to look back at you through his dewy lashes. “My selfishness caused irreparable harm. An entire universe collapsed. I don’t want to make the same mistake—or lose you—again.”

Gone was any trace of ire from you. You only regarded him with those soft, sad eyes.

“I don’t want your pity,” he continued, preemptively, “I know I fucked up. I’m not making any excuses for what I did, just…trying to make reparations where I can. Not that there’s much of anything I can ever do to fix that.”

“I don’t pity you, Miguel,” you said softly. “But I am sorry that you’ve been hurt so badly.”

He ground his teeth, tucking his chin sharply against his chest. “It’s a sacrifice to do what I do. What we do. Even if we don’t want to do it. Even when we don’t want the bad that goes with the good.”

You stepped closer to stand between his feet. Your comparatively small, warm hand rested on his shoulder, a light but unwavering touch that anchored him more than he would readily admit. He resisted the urge to lean into it, but just barely. “That line of thinking doesn’t make it any easier, Miguel.”

He nodded silently. It really didn’t, but it was the doctrine he’d preach until he gave his last breath if it meant that another Spider-Person would find consolation in his words.

A long moment crawled by, and Miguel’s resolve was weakening by the second.

Finally, you withdrew your hand, eased back half a step, and turned. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He let you go. Your unspoken declaration lifted more weight from his shoulders than he realized he’d been carrying: you would stay, even though he’d already managed to hurt you.

He was already indebted to you beyond what he could repay.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OK COLLEGE SASHISU TIME LETS GO

so i think reader + suguru meet 4 the first time after witnessing some weird ass shit on campus, n then they both look at each other cuz theyre the only other ppl in the vicinity, and BAM theyre friends !!! [also they both r studying marine biology so MORE interaction] [but the weird ass shit is what gets the ball rolling pretty much]

so theyre friends yayy !!! reader thinks suguru is the perfect boyfriend n is a little heartbroken when they learn that suguru + satoru r a thing, but they move on [no the fuck they dont theyre just really good at hiding how they feel and they end up hiding it from THEMSELVES] and through suguru + satoru they meet shoko, the sleep deprived n tired med student who they dont see much of at first

but maybe reader remembers something shoko likes n picks it up 4 her at the convenience store, bring it back home, and then BAM reader + shoko hang out way more [and reader keeps buying stuff 4 shoko bcuz theyre in LOVEEEE id do anything 4 my lovely wife mi esposa bonita]

i think reader + satoru r like magnets in the sense that they both attract IMMEDIATELY they both quote the same internet shit that suguru + shoko dont rlly get [like . mulch gang on tiktok] they both share sweet food w each other [sharing being a first 4 satoru, but i think hed share if the ppl around him would APPRECIATE the metric fuck ton of sugar in the shit he eats] n they both r TOUCHY AS FUCKKKKK [self projecting but whatever the author injects parts of themself into their writing or whatever] no but reader + satoru r so annoying w their touchyness w other ppl but w each other theyre clinging on2 eachother 4 dear life, giving each other wet kisses on the cheek, laying on each others bare stomachs, holding on2 any body part at all times, n shoving chairs 2gether 2 make a mega chair so theyre squished 2gether always

AND THEN . DISASTER STRIKES . the readers landlord sold the apartments they lived in 2 someone else and they ARENT RENEWING ANYONES LEASES so reader has 2 get out of there FAST

shoko, suguru, n satoru all live 2gether in a 4 bedroom apt so after reader texts the gc [that satoru made] abt not getting their lease renewed n after a VERY quick discussion they offer their last room 2 the reader !!!!! yay !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MOVING TIME w the help of 3 other ppl [not rlly, satoru just moved already packed boxes around n shouted encouragement at reader + suguru while shoko passed out on readers couch until they had 2 get rid of it since it wouldnt fit in sashisu's apartment] reader didnt mind tho bcuz they got 2 b w their very attractive and silly friends

once they move in finally, so much more of sashisu's dynamic is revealed 2 them [n reader gets slowly integrated in2 it] satosugu r an established couple n do gross couple shit like sloppy make outs IN SHOKOS ROOM . they hang out in there 2 annoy shoko but after she puts more focus on her medical textbook they end up just doing whatever the hell they want ,, shoko doesnt care that much bcuz atp shes used 2 it n reader gets used 2 it pretty fast 2 cuz they would do the same when reader still had an apt [rip readers apt u will b missed]

ANYWAY there is so much tension in that damn apartment its unreal, sometimes the touches w satoru turn awkward in a SNAP, late at night when its just reader n shoko that r awake at the dining table n the conversation lulls n suddenly shokos big brown eyes are the most beautiful things in the world, driving around w suguru 4 groceries n ending up being mistaken as a couple n the idea of what could b just ends up sitting w reader + suguru 4 the rest of the trip AND THEN WHEN UR ALL 2GETHER shoko already also has mildly romantic moments w satosugu separately n together but w reader added in2 the mix ends up w all 4 of u on the couch watching a movie n limbs r everywhere n its warm n its raining outside but ur all inside w blankets n snacks n a shitty movie but ur all w each other so its fine and then suguru makes breakfast the next morning cuz its a sunday n he needs 2 clear out the fridge 2 make room 4 the new weeks groceries

WAIT expanding on breakfast w suguru . waking up around the same time as him n u end up helping w breakfast BUT since suguru is a music nerd 2 ME . 2 ME HE IS . u end up picking out a vinyl from his collection in his room and put something on the record player in the living room [THIS . THIS ALBUM I LOVE IT SO MUCH esp go my son, desert rose, i walk in beauty, reservation blues, sehe nado yodo, n from the eagles bed] so ur both just there swaying in the kitchen n all is good in the world :3

OK . ok . enough tension they all need 2 make out NEOWWWW

i think the first time reader + satosugu kiss on the lips is when they end up looking 2 long at satosugu kissing, so satoru turns 2 reader n says some cocky shit like 'what ? u want one 2 ?' n in full seriousness reader goes 'yes.' n then satoru gets a goofy ass smile n he grants a singular kiss on the lips n then they both turn 2 suguru whos just sitting there in quiet admiration n then he goes DAMN !! theyre all looking at me . in his head n then he just leans forward n gives a firm press on the lips, holding the back of ur head, n he ends up tasting a lil of ur orange chapstick

AND THEN SHOKOO shoko ,,,,,,, theyre both in readers car, in some random parking lot waiting on take out 2 b ready, n its COLDD but shoko wants 2 smoke so she rolls the window down [a courtesy she gives 2 no one without asking other than u, suguru, satoru, n utahime] but the cold ends up coming in either way so u ask her 2 roll it up n she raises an eyebrow n blows the smoke from her previous inhale in ur general direction, and its like shoko herself crawled in2 ur lungs and nested there once u take a deep breath of the secondhand smoke in. 'are you sure ?' she asks and u nod 'yeah, dont want you to get cold' she gives u a sharp smile n puts out the half burnt cigarette n rolls the window up once shes back in the car. shoko tilts her head the way she does when she knows something you dont want her 2 know, 'now what ?' u look into her big eyes with reverence as the smoke smell lingers around you, 'i dunno, what do you want to do ?' your voice is soft, unsure, but what the two of you have been itching to do for the past few months metaphorically crashes over the car as shoko reaches her hand out to you jaw while you cup the side of her face and pull her into a gentle kiss that COULDVE been more if it werent for your damn phone pinging w a notification abt the food being ready

and then !!!!!! u all slip in2 a happy polycule, there isnt much talking required, except 4 one night at the insistence of suguru + reader bcuz u wanted 2 get boundaries straight n grievances aired n suguru wanted 2 know the general details of what was happening between u all

but after that ? GUESS WHAT . ur all in love <3 BUT . DISASTER STRIKES AGAIN . reader has 2 go the hell HOME . 2 THE USA . [probs not the us, but somewhere out of japan] cuz they ran out of days on their school visa n all 4 of u guys r abt 2 finish ur senior year of college. reader wouldve gotten a work visa, but they couldnt find a job in time

so then reader goes home after a few months of the greatest part of their life, and all 4 of u stand in a circle at the airport n everyones crying bcuz u all gave up on holding back tears after satoru started sobbing in the car on the way 2 the airport

even shoko was crying !! damn . u thought her tear ducts were all dried up from how dry her eyes were from staring at computer screens all day [u told her that 2 her face in the car once a few tears slipped away from her big brown eyes n she giggled a lil . and then started crying harder]

all of u look at each other and u end up getting glomped in2 a group hug that reeks of salt and wetness. and then ur all kissing each other. really ur getting showered w kisses on ALL sides while satoru clings on2 ur side like a big baby. eventually when u HAVE 2 go n get started on bag checks n stuff, ur all sobbing, u say i love u , they say it back, and then ur GONE . not 4ever but 4 a few months ur gone until u get a WORK VISAAA

the second everyone [minus reader] is in the car 2 go home, satoru n shoko r searching up the best way 2 get ppl in2 japan thru work visas while suguru is having a mild depression spiral in the front seat [he gets pulled out of that mess FAST]

and then more i havent decided on yet eye dee kay BUT THANK U 4 READING THIS GIANT THING im so excited 2 write it when i finish writing all of the chapters of my satosugu x reader fic which ALSO involves reader having 2 go home, but in . a different way . [not really adsgshsg] also i just realized i changed perspectives so many times writing this . what .

OK lmk what u think teehee ^_^ or not u can scream n ill take it hdjsghsb

ASHLEY. sorry for the wait but i’m finally answering this absolute gem thank you for the feast 🙏🙏

OK SO . the reason this took so long to answer was bc i genuinely don’t have anything to add i just think this is perfect 😭😭 SUCHH a cute & lovely au and it’s just perfect for sashisu :((( i love them sm!! ANYWAYY i’m just gonna comment a bit hehe. i rlly adore this so much!!!

READER AND SUGU MEETING …. both of them studying marine biology ……. that’s so Good. for some reason i’m just imagining the weird campus thing being todou walking around butt ass naked in the middle of winter 💀💀 he’s insane. i love him. AND THEN SHOKOOO OUR MED STUDENT :(( reader buying her stuff is so real and you are too ashley i also need to spoil my wife. she deserves all the treats!!!! AND SATORU . BEING SO TOUCHY. READER BEING TOUCHY RIGHT BACK. they’re cute and i love them

AND THEN MOVING INNNNN WITH THEM my actual dream btw……. that’s the sweetest roommate scenario ever ever ever. anyway THE TENSIONNN I’M SO WEAK. the pining. the slowburn of it all. small intimate touches w satoru and late nights w shoko and grocery trips w suguru…….. ANDDDD that moment when you’re all together and tangled up and everything feels so Right. I LOVE THEM. also breakfast w sugu is my favorite concept ever and him being a music lover is the realest thing ever <3333

BUT THE KISSES I CRIEDDDDDD the stsg kiss….. sugu literally being awestruck by his hot s/os. i can’t believe him. AND THE SMOKEY KISS WITH SHOKO the way i would fold instantly…… sashisu/reader polycule could save lives i think. it’s also so fitting that it’s sugu and reader who insist on making it official phdkdjdj

HELPPPP NOT THE USA 😭😭😭 jumpscare…. BUT THAT’S SOO HEARTBREAKING sashisu crying :((((((( it hurts so bad bc i don’t think any of them r the type to cry in front of others. but they just!! can’t help it!!!! AND THE KISSES OHHH THEY’RE THE CUTEST :((((( also sugu’s depression spiral…. he’s the realest

NO BUT I ADOREEEEE THIS CONCEPT i can’t wait to read it all written out whenever you post it!!!! tysm for the good food my beloved i ATE this up. 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

#SORRY AGAIN FOR THE WAIT 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 my brain and i fight for control every single day #BUT THIS IS SOOO GOOD i love sashisu…… save me sashisu…………. #they could fix me #ask tag ✩ #ashley !! ✩

[vomallnasprovas]

「        ◞        (      the sad      )       ϟ       prince.

VOMALL ANDRIK PROUDMORE WALSH é um DUQUE do CANADÁ, e possuí 30 ANOS. Ainda que RETIRADO da linha de sucessão do seu país de origem, ele procura por uma NOIVA apta ao trono, e também não desistiu do próprio. Enxerga venéficus como SERVOS, e tem pretensões de se aliar à um da Ordem CORPORALKI, mas está no Instituto de Rosis para aprimorar seus conhecimentos POLÍTICOS. Ele costuma ser ORGANIZADO e bastante CHARMOSO quando lhe convém, mas também pode ser CRUEL e MANIPULADOR em determinadas situações.

                                               𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  ϟ  𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵  

acesse o READMORE para saber mais e descobrir as conexões do vomall.

ϟ  RESUME◞

Vomall é o filho mais velho do rei do Canadá com sua primeira esposa, Irene. Ele foi o único fruto desse relacionamento, porque a rainha infelizmente faleceu antes que pudesse dar ao rei outro filho. Quando o pai se casou de novo, tornando a nova esposa rainha consorte da nação, o Vomall acabou se tornando um filho bastardo da coroa e perdeu o direito ao trono. Ele finge que aceita isso numa boa e que nunca sonhou em ser rei, mas a verdade é que ele quer ser o sucessor do pai à qualquer custo. O pai tornou ele duque de Quebec, e comandante das tropas canadenses como forma de “suprir” a posição roubada, e ele se orgulha das medalhas e honrarias por ter derrotado alguns monstros e ajudado nas guerras com os EUA. Ele é possessivo, controlador e autoritário, mas disfarça isso com o sorriso de bom moço e atitudes de um verdadeiro gentleman. Quer se aliar à um Corporalki para tornar os irmãos menos aptos ao trono, não deixando o pai com muita escolha. 

ϟ  MY MOST WANTED CONNECTIONS◞

MUSE A: MUSE não só fala a língua de Vomall, como o entende como ninguém. Seriam farinha do mesmo saco, provavelmente com egos grande demais para caberem em um mesmo ambiente, mas que sobre um respeito mútuo para construírem uma amizade verdadeira. @

MUSE B: Vomall e MUSE são o famoso combo dois em um, sendo extremamente raro ver um sem o outro. Possivelmente sabem dos maiores segredos um do outro, e devem ter feito muita merda junto. De forma resumida, são melhores amigos.

MUSE C: MUSE simplesmente não confia no Walsh apesar de ele nunca ter feito nada diretamente para elx. MUSE pode ter uma intuição melhor do que todo o resto em detectar o verniz calculado de Vomall. 

MUSE D: Graças à suas interações em alguma extracurricular, MUSE se denominou como rival do canadense. Tenta competir com ele em tudo, provoca-o pelos corredores, sempre tentando tirar o Walsh do sério… o que não é muito difícil, tendo o pavio curto do garoto como exemplo. 

MUSE E (feminino): Não é nenhum segredo que Vomall é do tipo que pega e não se apega, e foi exatamente isso o que aconteceu entre ele e MUSE, o término deles pode ter sido amigável ou não. 

MUSE F (feminino) : O Andrik finge não perceber que MUSE tem um crush nele, e às vezes flerta com a pessoa apenas para deixá-la sem graça e ele acabar se divertindo.

MUSE G: MUSE e Calle são companheiros de quarto, e vivem tendo pequenas discussões pela falta de, ou pelo exagero em organização, um do outro. @

MUSE H: MUSE não é uma pessoa que gosta de se arriscar e prefere, assim, ficar na sua zona de conforto. Não é muito de sair e suas diversões são bem mais caseiras do que as de Walsh, que quer fazer com que elx seja um pouco mais impulsivo e irresponsável.

MUSE I (feminino) : Como todo chernoboy, Vomall apostou com um amigo que seria capaz de conquistar, e também quebrar o coração de MUSE, provando-se um verdadeiro galante para a garota, ainda que traços de seus comportamentos possessivos fiquem à mostra em determinadas situações.

MUSE J: Os dois compartilham um segredo (a ser determinado) e estiveram em um momento de grande tensão que pode tê-los levado a revelar um lado mais frágil que possuem. Porém, uma vez que as coisas foram resolvidas, Vomall finge que o episódio nunca ocorreu, chegando até a ignorar MUSE quando x encontra pelos corredores do Instituto.

MUSE K (feminino+venéficu) : MUSE e Vomall se pegam mas é segredo por conta das raças diferentes.

MUSE L: Apesar de não aplicar sinceridade em nada na sua vida, a relação entre MUSE e Vomall parece ter o substantivo atribuído. Se possui interesses próprios na amizade, o Walsh os guarda muito bem, exibindo comportamento protetivo para com essa pessoa, por mais inesperada que a amizade seja.

MUSE M (feminino +27 anos) : MUSE é uma das pessoas que o conhece há mais tempo, e talvez o fato de terem acompanhado a puberdade um do outro seja o responsável pela amizade ser isenta de interesses sexuais. Com ela, Vomall sente que pode ser ele mesmo, frágil, e sem julgamentos.

MUSE N  (feminino) : A facilidade para manipular MUSE foi o que o motivou a conquistar a garota há um tempo, apenas para que pudesse mostrar sua verdadeira face e partir o coração dela em seguida. Contudo, algo em MUSE ainda o mantém atraído, e é frequente que Vomall fique atrás da garota.

MUSE O (prefiro masculinos, Vomall tem princípios qq) : O canadense não tem o melhor temperamento do mundo, e MUSE descobre isso da pior maneira possível: provocando o Walsh por n reasons, acabando por receber ameaças e coisas do tipo, e podendo chegar ao extremo de trocarem socos.

MUSE P : Alguém que Vomall conheceu durante a guerra no Canadá. Eles podem ter matado algum monstro juntos, e podemos desenvolver à partir disso.

#「 ◞ ( 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧. ) ϟ biography. #rssintro #「 ◞ ( 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧. ) ϟ connections.

[weskers-bloody-brat]

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Note: I'll write in English and Spanish (but mainly in spanish 'cause yes, is my first language, ok?). Pink is for Spanish and orange is for English. Is my first time writing something like this so I hope you do like. 🖤 English isn't my first language so if you see any mistake please notify me. 🖤🖤

Nota: Voy a escribir a partir de ahora en inglés y español (pero principalmente en español porque ajá, es el idioma que hablo, ¿ok?). El rosa es para las cosas en español y el naranja para lo que está en inglés. Es la primera vez que escribo algo de este tipo, así que espero les guste. 🖤

TW: nsfw!, o b s c e n i t i e s, v i o l e n c e, mention of B D S M.

TW: nsfw!, O b s e n i d a d e s, v i o l e n c i a, escenas B D S M.

K i n k y Stuff I think Wesker likes (because I'm a mentally i l l person with much free time).

1. Wrestling: Not like punching you in the face; more like throwing you to the floor and subduing you when you push him away, hug you tight so you don't escape or hold your neck so you don't move; perhaps a naughty/bratty (but not trouble) partner can be interesting for him. I think a lot in (a kind of sexual) Grecoroman wrestling too.

2. Bondage/handcuffs/cage: He looks like he appreciates the art of bondage.

He loves controlling when you can touch him or when you move. He may even tie you up in a corner or lock you gagged in a cage while he works, just glancing at you from time to time (like if you were his pet).

3. Role-playing: I don't know, but "kidnapping" you (I think this wouldn't exactly be role-playing at all) or treating you like a pet is his thing. Maybe he likes it when you call him "Sir" and act like he's your divine evil master. I don't think he likes play a police but maybe can work if you tell him "Captain".

4. Orgasms Controlling: He's a control maniac, there's no more (haha). I'm sure he likes you to have orgasm after orgasm or failing that he overstimulates you but doesn't let you come until you beg him a lot.

5. Leather suits: I don't think he likes the texture or smell of this material; I'm sure he prefers it because of what it symbolizes (toughness, dominance, power, even elegance, you know) and the menacing image he likes to project.

6. Dacryphilia: He loves to see you cry and beg for more. See how confused you are by pain and pleasure. I think he likes deep oral sex, you know, putting his dick down your throat until you can't take it anymore and you gag; he is one of those who does it over and over again while the saliva slips out of your mouth and mixes with your tears. I don't have evidence but neither doubts that listen to your desperate crying and pleas for him to stop, for mercy, to leave you alone they make him horny

7. Degradation: He loves to ruin your body and your life (and we love that he does. We love it so much we ask for more when he's done). If you like being belittled, scolded or humiliated, this man will make you very happy.

8. Marks: he loves any type of mark on your body made by him, such as bites around his neck and nape, chest, lips; red marks from slapping and spanking, or having your wrists tied

In conclusion: any shit where he can demonstrate his power, control over you and ability to dominate and ruin you suits him.

Cosas K i n k y s que creo que le gustarían a Wesker (porque soy una persona con pr0bl3m4s psicológicos con mucho tiempo libre)

1. Lucha/Forcejeos: No como si te golpeara en la cara a puño cerrado; es más como tirarte al suelo y someterte cuando lo empujas, abrazarte por la cintura para que no escapes o tomarte por el cuello para que no te muevas; puede que una pareja traviesa/rebelde (pero no problemática) le resulte interesante. También pienso un montón en una especie de lucha (sexual) grecorromana.

2. Bondage/esposas/jaulas: Luce como alguien que aprecia el arte del bondage.

Ama controlar cuándo puedes tocarlo o moverte. Incluso te puede atar en una esquina o encerrarte con una mordaza en una jaula, sólo mirándote de vez en cuando (como si fueses su experimento-mascota).

3. Juegos de Rol: No lo sé, pero "secuestrarte" (no creo que esto sea del todo un juego de rol) o tratarte como su mascota es algo que va con él. Tal vez le gusta que le digas "Señor" y que actúes como si él fuese una especie de Dios malvado. No creo que le guste el rol de policía, pero sí le gusta que lo llames "Capitán".

4. Control de Orgasmos: Es un maniaco controlador, no hay más (jaja). Estoy segure que le encanta hacer que tengas orgasmo tras orgasmo, o sobreestimularte pero sin dejarte venir hasta que le supliques un montón.

5. Ropa de cuero: No creo que le guste la textura o el olor del material; siento que lo prefiere por lo que simboliza (rudeza, dominio, poder, algo de elegancia, ya sabes) y por la imagen amenazadora que le gusta proyectar.

6. Dacrifilia: Ama verte llorar y suplicar por más. Mirar qué tan confundide estás por el placer y dolor. Siento que le encanta el sexo oral muuuy profundo, ya sabes, poner su verga en tu garganta hasta que no puedas más y te atragantes; es de los que les gusta meterla una y otra vez hasta que la saliva se escurra de tu boca y se mezcle con tus lágrimas. No tengo evidencias pero tampoco dudas que escuchar tus lamentos desesperados y súplicas para que pare, por misericordia y para que te deje en paz lo calientan.

7: Degradación: Ama arruinar tu cuerpo y tu vida (y amamos que lo haga, tanto que pedimos más cuando termina). Si te gusta que te menosprecien, regañen o humillen, entonces este hombre te hará muy feliz.

8. Marcas: le encanta cualquier tipo de marca en tu cuerpo hecha por él, como mordidas alrededor de tu cuello y nuca, pecho, labios; marcas rojas de bofetadas y nalgadas, o de tener las muñecas atadas

En conclusión: cualquier mierda donde pueda demostrar su poder, control sobre ti y habilidad para dominarte y arruinarte le va.

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Modern Encanto au

Holiday chapter 2 The drive

"Are we there yet?"

"no"

"Are we there yet?"

"no"

"Are we there- "

"MIRABEL"

" OWWW, ISA HIT ME "

" NO I DIDNT"

" You did hit her Isa, I saw you"

" THATS BECAUSE YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE LUISA"

" Girls you're going to give your mother a headache.."

20 minutes in

"Pa what time is it?"

" Your Pa is sleeping Lu. Check your phone."

" Isa what time is it?"

"huh?"

"Mira whats the time?"

"Mister wolf"

"Mama?"

"check your phone Lu.. I'm not gonna say it again.."

"....."

A couple minutes later Agustin woke up clung onto his esposas arm and rested his head on her shoulder, then he got bored so he turned on the radio but of course they had to be playing Ed Sheeran, Agustin groaned when he realised who it was.. He decided to go on his phone to see if there was any celebrity drama or just any type of drama.

"Ugh" He groaned

" What's wrong? Is there no drama?" His esposa asked him.

In which he replied with,

"mhmm"

Julieta ruffled his hair during a red light and kissed the crown of his head.

" Mama, how long until we're there?" Mirabel asked

"Where? The airport?"

Mirabel nodded,

" About an hour, maybe more."

The car sat in silence for a while until Luisa finally spoke up,

" Why dont we play the alphabet game? Ehh the theme will beee.... Celebrities?"

"Pa will be good at that." Answered Mirabel,

" Oh, be quiet"

" Thats a great idea, I'll start. A.... Angelina Jolie.

"Ariana Grande."

"Hey! You knew I was gonna say that Mira! "

" Too bad.."

"Ugh, Anne Hathaway.."

"Alexa PenaVega"

" Who is that Pa?"

" She was in Spy Kids."

"Thats all?" " Yes"

"My turn...... Eh......Amanda Holden?"

" Now B, Bruno Mars,."

"Brad Pitt"

"Betty White"

"Britney Spears."

"Betty Boop."

"Thats not a celebrity, its a television personality."

" No one uses Television anymore."

"Now choose a celebrity."

"Bruce Willis."

50 minutes in

"Mama tell Isabela to get her head off me!"

"Mira she probably asleep."

"PA"

" What?" " Dont you dare take a picture!"

" I wasnt going too!"

Agustin did end up taking a picture and got into a big fight with Mirabel. Then Julieta got hungry so she drove in the Mcdonalds drive thru.

"Right what do you guys want?"

"Wrap of the day and banana milkshake."

"Chicken wrap"

"Nuggets."

"Chips please."

"Hello, could I please have a Wrap of the day, chicken wrap , 20 nuggets, chips, and 3 banana milkshakes and 2 chocolate milkshakes please, thank you."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Alright please make your way to the first window."

2 minutes later

" Ugh...Hurry up and move your car! Theres people wanting to order!" Groaned Julieta...

Finally after ages the car moved and they could now get their food.

2 hours 53 minutes later

" Are we there yet-"

"YES" Julieta and Agustin said.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𓅯. THE 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 AT THE PARTY

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✘ : FRONTLINES, SHE IGNORED HIM

Hijo de una madre alcohólica que no pudo despegar sus labios de la botella aún cuando Brandy crecía en su vientre, esta acción hizo que el mundo recibiera al recién nacido con un nivel alarmante de alcohol en su sangre, básicamente Brandy nació, creció y vivió toda su vida rodeado de dicha sustancia.

Mientras otros padres enseñaban a sus hijos sobre el mundo o juegos acorde a las necesidades de un infante, la madre de Brandy le enseñaba la mejor forma de preparar un trago, hasta que la progenitora unió su vida a la de un traficante de alcohol adulterado, quien fue el responsable de enseñar a Bran todo acerca de dicha solución; aprendió como preparar alcohol de distintas formas y con diferentes recursos, sí, todo a base de gritos, empujones, violencia física y demás que dejaría de soportar al cumplir la edad de 11 años, dejando la casa de su madre.

No hay persona alguna en la tierra que conozca información sobre el donador de esperma responsable del nacimiento de Brandejwin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✘: IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL A FAMILY ?

Terminó de crecer en las calles, después de abandonar el hogar lleno de abusos. Pronto encontró un "hogar" nuevo dentro de una pandilla llamada "la familia"; está pandilla era liderada por dos jóvenes que se hacían llamar "mamá" y "papá", siendo "papá" el líder y cerebro detrás de cada acto violento realizado por "la familia", mientras "mamá" fungía como la esposa de "papá" y la encargada de "criar" y ver por los niños de menor edad.

Esta pandilla reunía a un sin fin de niños sin hogar, empezando por pequeños de aproximadamente 4 años hasta adolescentes entrados ya en los 16, siendo los "padres" los de mayor edad. Les ofrecían un "lugar donde dormir" (tiendas improvisadas en algún lote baldío rodeado de montañas de basura) y "protección", todo a cambio de lo que los niños pudieran mendigar o.. Robar.

Brandy aprendía rápido por eso no fue difícil para él hacerse el mejor ladrón de dicha familia, también sus conocimientos en bebidas alcohólicas le ganaron una mejor reputación entre los miembros de mayor edad, pronto se convirtió en la mano derecha de quien llamaban "papá".

⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✘ : YOU SAID FOREVER, NOW I'M ON MY OWN

Hay un hecho muy antiguo y ese es que "nadie es indispensable", no tenemos nada seguro en esta vida y Brandy aprendió eso cuando durante un robo /algo/ salió mal; decidió que él tomaría la responsabilidad sobre sus "hermanos menores" y fue arrestado, condenado con todo el peso de los cargos, estuvo encerrado. Solo. Y cuando por fin vió la luz detrás de las regas, se encontró con que "la familia" le había dado la espalda.

"papá" era una persona muy paranoica y dejó de escuchar razones cuando Brandejwin fue arrestado, en su mente el joven lo había vendido a los policías, había hablado sobre sus innumerables crimenes y no quería un traidor en su familia. Lo echó.

Pero también hay otro hecho antiguo y muy cierto; "tienes lo que cosechas" y Bran era una persona leal, protectora, aún más que "mamá" y "papá" juntos, por eso cuando lo echaron algunos chicos (en su mayoría los que había salvado de ser arrestados) lo siguieron.

Formó una pandilla informal, lo que él quería era una familia que se apoyara y no una organización donde te sintieras obligado a permanecer; él quería que quienes estuvieran fuera porque querían estar con él, porque eran libres y estar era lo que decidían. Su organización informal comenzó a llamar la atención de otras pandillas cuando comenzó a hacer negocios con su alcohol adulterado y licor casero, siendo uno de los más buscando por las calles. Esto molestó a "papá" y desató una ola de violencia entre ambos; los que antes eran amigos codo a codo, ahora se tiraban.

No tardaron en llamar la atención de la policía y resultó en el arresto, nuevamente, de Brandejwin y que su clasificación criminal se elevara a B, y el arresto de "papá", esto disolvió a "la familia", sin embargo, la organización de Brandy sigue en pie replicando sus recetas y esperando con ansias a que el fundador ponga un pie en las calles nuevamente. Ahora se han bautizado como "agua ardiente".

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