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ioniiaa · 2 months

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 10)

Part 10:

Your head felt like it was splitting, you could feel your brain pounding against the outside of your skull.

"Ah shit... everything fucking hurts...." you can barely whisper out loud due to your dried-up throat.

You clear your throat and open your eyes, to your surprise, you weren't left for dead on the street.

Instead, you see two girls hovering over you. One held your hand clasped in theirs, and the other had a spear pointed at your throat.

"Oh my gosh, you're awake! Finally!" The girl holding your hand said, leaning closer to your face. The girl with the spear and an 'X' over one of her eyes squinted at you and nudged the blonde girl back with her spear, "Who are you, and why shouldn't I kill you?"

You try to sit up, but the spear gets shoved closer to your throat before you can move. You sigh, "My name is (y/n). I don't want to hurt anyone. I just... I need help..."

Your answer earns a glare from the girl with the spear, but the blonde girl just nudges her with her elbow, "See, Vaggie? I told you!"

The blonde takes both of your hands in hers, "Hi (y/n), I'm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar and you're at the Hazbin Hotel! We aim to help rehabilitate sinners and offer them a chance at redemption to go to Heaven!"

The girl you now know whose name is Vaggie glares at you, "Are you even interested in redemption?"

You look at both of the girls, "I... I don't know. I'm not so sure but... I don't have anywhere to go and I need help finding someone.." You trail off as you start getting teary-eyed thinking about your love, Alastor.

Seeing you near tears clearly startled Chalie and Vaggie, it wasn't a response they were used to when asking sinners to stay at the hotel.

Vaggie set down the spear, deciding that you clearly weren't a threat. She could see the look in your eyes, one she knew very well- love. Meanwhile, Charlie is sniffling and getting teary-eyed right along with you, "Oh my gosh, we will do everything we can to help you find that person! Who are they, how can we help?"

You look up at the ceiling and then look at Charlie with a weak smile, "The love of my life... I miss him so dearly... I know he has to be here in Hell too." You chuckle lovingly, knowing he'd forgive you if he ever found out you said that out loud.

The floodgates were blown wide open and Charlie started sobbing and wailing, "Vaggieeeee, VAAAGGIEEEEEEE, th-they! They're looking for their LOOOOVEEEEEEEE. IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!"

Vaggie walked over to Charlie and scooped her up, giving you a gentle smile, "Hey... (y/n), sorry about threatening you earlier... I gotta take Miss Princess and calm her down, and then inform the other residents of a new arrival. But if you need anything, just give us a holler, okay? You're still healing so... take it easy."

You nod as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, "It's okay... No offense taken... Thank you Vaggie, and thank you Charlie, for agreeing to help me.."

All you hear as Charlie is carried away is the sounds of wailing and crying muffled sounds over the words, "SHE'S HERE FOR LOVE... WAAAHHHHHH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL VAGGIEEE!!!!"

You try to sit up again, this time, no spear to bar you from trying to move this time. Your body groans in protest, though it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before, but as you assess the condition of your body, you notice you have bandages all over you. They must have been treating you while you were unconscious.

"Such sweet girls... they didn't even know me, yet they saved my life.... I need to remember to thank them again later.."

Very slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and with a bit of effort, bring yourself to your feet. Hands holding yourself against the wall, you make your way over to what you assumed would become your bathroom during your stay here.

Your hands grip the sink as you look in the mirror when a small doubt enters your brain. You didn't look completely the same as you did when you were alive, which meant you had no idea if Alastor was even going to recognize you. Perhaps he even forgot about you... since it's been so many decades since you've been in Hell. Hell, you weren't sure you were even going to be able to recognize him...

"Enough of this... I'm sure he'll remember me.. he has to..." you whisper to yourself in the mirror as a crooked but tear-stained smile graces your hell-altered face.

After washing up your reddened face from all the tears, you made your way back to your bed. A deep sigh left your body as you plopped down gently on the bed.

Though you can't help but feel restless, as you sit there, just thoughts consuming your head.

In as bad of a shape as you might be, walking around even just a little bit helped you regain a little bit of strength, so you decided to make yourself decent after you had discovered that there was a change of clean clothes for you in dresser in the corner of the room.

Looking at yourself in the full body mirror on the back of the bathroom door, you smiled because it felt good to not look like a hot garbage fire- even though you could still see most of the bandages, at least you weren't all tattered and visibly bloody anymore!

Another deep sigh left your lips yet again, though this one was filled with determination. You turn the handle on the door and exit your room.

In your head, you thanked whoever built this hotel because you were so thankful that there were railings or some type of furnishing to hold onto whenever you felt yourself getting wobbly.

You didn't know where Charlie or Vaggie, or where any of the staff or other residents could be, hell, you didn't even know where the lobby was!

But on that last note, as you wandered around and regained some strength in your legs, you started to have an idea of where the lobby was located because you started to see more light and heard some voices talking.

Might as well go introduce yourself, right? No time better than the present to start making introductions, even if you still felt a little bit like shit still. You felt even shittier just laying around, you felt like if you weren't on the go constantly- you'd never make any headway on finding Alastor.

So there you were, slowly descending the stairs to the lobby when you heard Charlie call out your name, " (y/n)! Oh my gosh, you shouldn't even be up right now! Are you feeling okay??"

A weak smile creeps up on your face as you start to feel embarrassed that Charlie is fawning all over you in front of what seems to be her friends.

You chuckle, "Yeah, haha, just feeling kinda restless and thought i'd introduce myself is all!"

Charlie gently takes your hand and pulls you over to the rest of the group that had been chatting while seated on various sofas and armchairs that were centered around a coffee table- no TV's in sight, just a single radio perched on top of the mantle in this living room/lobby hybrid space.

"Guys! I am honored to introduce you to the newest guest to the Hazbin Hotel, this is (y/n)!!"

"Nice to meet cha, the name's Husk, the bartender."

"Hey there toots, bet ya look mighty fine underneath those bandages. Better not give me a run for my money as most gorgeous resident! Oh yeah, the name's Angel Dust, by the way."

"Hi, i'm Nifty! Nice to- BLEGH, you're a woman! Ew!" Nifty said before cackling as she scuttled away to stab some bugs nearby.

"Well, you already know me and Charlie," Vaggie said as she patted you on the shoulder gently.

"It looks like the only one who isn't here is Alastor. Shouldn't he be back soon?" Charlie said as she pulled out her phone to check the time.

To her, that seemed like such a mundane and normal sentence. But to you, it felt like time stopped and you froze upon hearing his name.

Alastor.

Alastor... here?

-> Part 11

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miguelhugger2099 · 1 month

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Quiet Loving

Summary: Miguel loves you and your little family so much.

A/N: made seconds before I fell asleep last night

In the comfort of your husbands arms, you buried yourself closer—it was never close enough in your opinion.

Miguel shared the same sentiment, his beefy and strong arms were firm around your body, tugging you closer in his lap. One arm around your waist and the other cradling your head in the crook of his neck.

When he held you like this, he felt at peace. He didn’t know how else to explain it other than that it felt right. It felt like it mattered—the only thing that mattered. He leaned into to smell your hair, your signature shampoo scent invading his senses and calming his nerves.

Miguel tightened his embrace around you. You were never close enough.

He loved you dearly. Too much, it was borderline concerning to others but not to you.

Footsteps patted down the stairs of your home. Lifting your head from his neck, Miguel groaned—missing the warmth and weight of you. He felt like half of his puzzle piece was missing.

You looked over to see the culprit of the loud unstable stomps down the steps. Your daughter Gabriella, in her purple pajamas, was holding her baby brother, Isaac. Your eyebrows knit in worry to match her own expression.

“Que pasó, mija?” You call out to her and she stands in front of you and Miguel on the couch. Gabriella bounces Isaac in her arms while he babbles and coughs.

“Zee-Zee woke up and I tried putting him back to sleep but…” She holds the baby out to you when Isaac winds up to start crying.

You quickly take your baby boy in your arms and cradle him to your chest. Miguel carefully shuffles you off his lap and tugs his daughter to him.

“I didn’t…I thought I could help Mami.” She whispers to her father. Miguel gives her a soft smile, reaching up to pat her head before ushering her in his lap.

She crawls into his embrace, resting her back on his chest and her head leans on his shoulder. Miguel brings his arms around his little girl, ignoring how bigger she’s gotten since the last time he held her like this.

“You did help Mami, mijita.” Miguel coos. His hand squeezes her tiny shoulder. “It’s the thought that counts. Did he just wake up?”

Gabriella shakes her head. “He was awake for a bit before I realized he wouldn’t sleep.”

Miguel nods and looks over at you as you held his son in your arms. His heart swells with love and pride. He couldn’t ask for a better woman to be the mother of his kids. He couldn’t ask for a better wife to be married to him. He couldn’t ask for a better person to spend his remaining days with.

“Well, I think you did a pretty good job. He didn’t start crying until he saw Mama right?” Gabriella nods. “That means Isaac knew you were there for him. And you knew to bring him to Mama so when he saw her, he felt safe enough to start crying. You did your part, corazón.”

Gabriella sighs, not feeling convinced. Miguel pokes her chest where a purple star was printed on her pajama shirt.

“And I’ll even ignore the fact that you were supposed to be sleeping.” He whispers next to her ear and Gabriella giggles.

“Sorry, Papi.” She mumbles bashfully and hides in his neck. Miguel’s heart softens. He could never be mad at his princess. His hand pets her hair which lulls her to sleep. She was still at an age where early bedtimes were a must, her little body unable to handle staying awake past 10:30.

“It’s okay. It’ll be our little secret.” He whispers as she yawns and snuggles close to her father, her chubby cheek squished on his firm chest.

You look over and grow amused at the sight. A tough man with scars and hard features, turned into putty when his little girl was curled into a ball in his arms. He always held a soft spot for his firstborn—his princess. Miguel’s eyes meet yours and they brightened. No matter what, however, you held most of the space in his heart—his queen.

“Bed?” You asked him softly as you rocked Isaac in your arms. He nodded and you both got up from the couch to head upstairs to their room. Miguel grunted as he moved Gabriella carefully, tucking his arm underneath her legs to carry her bridal style. Gabriella got even not comfortable and Miguel noticed how heavier she’d gotten. He bites back a smile, a soft twinge of melancholy as he realizes how much she’s growing.

You place Isaac in his crib, making sure to wrap him snuggly in his blanket and surrounding the corners and walls with pillows in case he rolls around. Miguel puts Gabriella down gently in her twin sized bed, tucking her blanket up to her chin and plopping her stuffed teddy bear by her head.

Miguel feels you wrap your arms around his waist, you head between his shoulder blades. Miguel grows goosebumps along his skin and he can’t resist the urge to turn around to face you. He cups your cheeks and leans down to pepper your smiling face with kisses. You stifle giggles, not wanting to wake the children.

“Miggy..!” You whisper to him but he only takes you back into his arms where you belong. The only way to stop him from showering you in his affection was when you physically pulled him off you, your hand ins his hair. He has a dopey grin on his face, a look of utter bliss of just putting his kids to sleep with the woman he loves. The woman he had these beautiful babies with. The woman who gave him these beautiful babies. He could never thank you enough.

Miguel shuts the door behind him, making sure all lights are turned off and double checking that the kids are asleep. Back in your bedroom, Miguel is on you once more. His body weighs on top of yours while he kisses you deeply and lovingly. If you two were younger, it would’ve delved into intimacy—stripping off clothes and having to cover your moans with his hand.

But these kisses were anything but lustful. They were a love letter, a language that only you two understood. Miguel spoke of his admiration for you, not just for your body but for your mind and soul. Each kiss was gentle and left no room for longing when he added another kiss immediately right after the other.

His hands pulled your body up to him. No matter how hard he tried he was always unsatisfied that you weren’t close enough. It was never enough. He wanted to drown in you, worship you and be one with you. Some call him obsessed.

He sighed after one final kiss, but even then his lips lingered above yours. Miguel’s eyes followed each scar you had, each freckle or mole, the color of your lips—oh, he adored it all.

“Te amo, te quiero.” He whispered, hurriedly like he needed you to know even when you already did. He was hopelessly in love with you.

“I love you more.” You whisper back.

“Impossible.”

You smile, knowing that Miguel would always want to win this game of who loved each other more. He was so stubborn it would go on for days. When you relented, he rewarded you with love—kissing you silly until you were breathless. Despite being the “loser”, you always felt like the winner at the end.

Miguel rests on top of you, your hand in his hair as his nose breathes by your neck. Your fingernails scratch his scalp and he hums in delight. His thumb rubs up and down your skin by your stomach. He feels the scars of your stretch marks and the rest of the chub you had gained from pregnancy. You never got a second of doubt in your mind when all Miguel did was remind you how gorgeous you were to him.

He lazily presses more kisses to your neck until he grew too sleepy to move. Miguel had grown comfortable in your arms while you held him and his weight felt nice—especially when he could be switched out with a blanket.

Miguel finally falls into a deep slumber and you follow suit, his hand slowly coming to a stop.

A/N: i feel like if miguel hugged me i wouldn’t be mentally ill 🤔

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #miguel o'hara imagine

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moon-rivr · 4 months

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little nurse part two

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem nurse reader

contents: oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, use of vibrator, incorrect use of webbing, and p in v

author’s note: sorry this took me so long to get out but i hope you all enjoy this part :)

word count: 5.3k

little nurse part one

The knocks on your window disappeared completely, Spider-Man's presence no longer a part of your nightly ritual. While you wanted to be relieved that at least he wasn't getting hurt too badly to need your help, the truth was that you missed him. You missed the stupid banter between the two of you, the way that he still managed to make you laugh despite the large gashes that adorn his body most of the time. You would've thought that with the extra time you had on your hands you would be able to get longer hours of sleep, but the image of Spider-Man kept tormenting your thoughts every time that you shut your eyes.

"Don't you think you're acting a little insane waiting for the masked psycho to come through your window?" You heard from behind you, the balcony door wide open as Maya stepped towards you. "He's not a masked psycho, he's a hero. Even if the news doesn't really paint him like that. I just want to be ready if he does end up coming through," you responded back to her, your attention going back to the building rooftops in front of you. "Well, whenever you're done waiting for your webbed boyfriend feel free to come inside. Me and Valeria brought some pizza and wine along with some movies," she told you before stepping back inside, shutting the balcony door.

You felt goosebumps forming on your skin as you stood outside, leaning against the balcony. You rubbed your hands as an attempt to stay warm, your eyes flickering to the skies in front of you just to see if you get a glimpse of those red webs you missed so dearly. "Just fifteen minutes and then I'll go back inside," you uttered to yourself, starting to pace around the confined space of the balcony. "Great, now I’m even talking to myself," you scoffed, rubbing your temples as you wondered why Spider-Man hadn't bothered to visit you, wondering if you'd done something wrong and how you could fix this hypothetical problem.

The guilt inside Miguel grew as he looked down at you from a rooftop nearby, not close enough to where you could see him though. He saw the way that you shivered, your breath forming a small cloud up in the air as you waited around. He'd been wanting to drop by sooner, especially after he got into a fight with the Lizard but he couldn't bring himself to face you just yet. The rejection that you'd given him at the hospital still stung, the memories of how Conchata had reacted to his revelation of being Spider-Man flashing through his mind. He only swung away from the building once you started to head back inside, going back to the emptiness of his home and the comfort of his shower.

You thought you saw a flash of red web from the corner of your eye but you decided not to give it too much thought, going back into the house after the fifteen minutes had passed. You plastered a smile on your face as you walked over to the kitchen where your friends were struggling to open up the bottle of wine, resorting to using a knife after not being able to find a corkscrew. "Here," you spoke up after you'd grabbed the utensil from one of your cabinets, the bottle of wine getting opened in mere seconds after that. "I'm guessing Spider-Man didn't show up?" Valeria asked you, grabbing a couple of wine glasses from the cup cabinet. "No, but it's alright. Let's just try to enjoy tonight."

"Nightmare on Elm Street is boring!"

"You only want to watch Scream because Skeet Ulrich is in it!"

"So what? You can't sit there and deny that he doesn't look fine covered up in blood!"

"That's all there is to the damn movie though! Just the fact that they're all mostly hot!"

Your friends screams at one another over what movie to watch were quickly starting to make you get annoyed, though that was also partly from the disappointment you'd faced tonight. "Well, what movie do you want to watch?" Valeria asked, both of them turning to look at you expectantly. Before you had the chance to get one word in, they were already arguing their points over why you should pick the one movie over the other. "Can y'all chill? Let me get a word in before we end up just not watching anything," you spoke up after they stopped yelling to catch their breath. "What if we just watch Friday the 13th? It's way better than those two."

"That wasn't even one of the options!"

"If that's the case, then we might as well just watch Halloween."

The two of them fell into a silence after the last suggestion was made, shrugging as they put in the CD. You didn't really care what movie they decided on, just happy that the arguing had seized for the night and you could eat your pizza. "So I did a little research on the guy that asked you out at the hospital a couple weeks ago," Valeria spoke up as the opening credits started to roll in, your curiosity peeking through as you glanced over at her. "And what'd you find?" You inquired, even setting your wine glass down to direct your attention solely to her. "I thought you didn't care about him," Maya spoke up, looking over at you with a small smirk on her face. "Well I don't, but she can't just say something like that and expect me not to ask."

They both gave each other a knowing look before Maya cleared her throat, refilling her wine glass. "Apparently he's a member of the board over at Alchemax. Where they do the experiments and stuff," she finally divulged, making your eyes widen slightly. He'd mentioned being a doctor as well, but you never would've imagined that he would be working in such a high position at one of the most prestigious research institutions. "Bet you regret not going on that date with him now," Maya spoke, already starting to get intoxicated as she drained her wine cup with ease. "I mean he's not bad but he's not-" you started off before getting interrupted by them. "He's not Spider-Man, we know."

The two of them fell asleep before the movie even got to the climax, leaving you to clean up the living room alone. You got up and paused the movie before grabbing the discarded cups, pouring their contents into the sink before setting them down. You picked up the pizza box from the coffee table, setting it in the oven to eat as leftovers tomorrow. After wiping down the coffee table from crumbs, you walked over to your closet to get the two of them some blankets and a couple pillows. You tucked them in to the best of your ability without waking them up before you turned the lights off and headed off to bed yourself. "I hope you're safe Spider-Man," you mumbled to yourself as you laid down on your back, closing your eyes in hopes that sleep would come easier this time around.

"What's all this for?" You asked, stepping into the faculty lounge to see that there was a wide array of Olive Garden trays on the tables. "Apparently one of the workers at Alchemax wanted to thank the nurses for the amazing service that the nurses provide," Maya spoke up from behind you, grabbing herself a plastic plate before scooping up some pasta onto her plate. You didn't have to think too hard to piece the places together, your brows slightly knitting together at the realization. "Just give the man a chance, what could go wrong?" Valeria spoke up next to you, almost like she'd read your mind about the suspicions you had.

Despite the fact that you weren't entertaining the idea of going out on a date with him, you still grabbed yourself a plate of pasta and breadsticks. A better lunch than the grub offered in the cafeteria, that's for sure. "Maybe he'll give us gift cards to Benihana if you keep this up," Maya muttered next to you, the thought of him pursuing this that far making a pit grow in your stomach. "I don't think he's that crazy to do that, plus he'll probably get bored and move on to whoever crosses his path next. You know how egotistical scientists tend to get," you told her, the words serving to reassure you more than her. Maya shrugged, going back to conversing with Valeria about what horror movie they should watch for the next movie night.

You came back home at a decent hour of the night, locking up the door behind you as you got settled in for the night. You glanced over at the balcony, wondering if you should even continue to wait out for him in the cold. You eventually decided against it as your hands reached out for the balcony door, somewhat accepting the fact that Spider-Man wasn't going to be showing up in your life anymore. All you could do is make peace with the fact and move on with your life, even if every fiber of your being wanted to do just the opposite of that. You forced yourself to walk over to your bedroom, changing into a pair of fuzzy pants and an oversized tee before heading back to reheat some pizza for dinner.

A loud thud coming from your balcony surprised you, the hope that you'd thought had been extinguished surging back through your veins. You opened up the door, spotting Spider-Man hanging upside down from your balcony. "I thought you found another nurse to be with," you had a million thoughts running through your mind, having practiced what you would say if you saw him again but those were the only words that had come out. "And replace you as my little nurse? Never," he responded, standing up on his feet as he approached you carefully. You studied his suit, almost expecting him to be missing a limb for him to show up once more.

Much to your surprise, you couldn't find a single scratch on his suit as he stood in front of you. "I'm fine, little nurse. I'm here because I actually wanted to talk to you about something," he interrupted your thoughts, your eyes making their way back onto his masked face. "Did I do something wrong last time? Didn't stitch or clean something correctly?" You asked him, wanting to get a reason why'd he just stopped showing up. "No, nothing like that. I'm here because you haven't been able to leave my thoughts for weeks now. I thought I could get over it if I tried hard enough, but your face just keeps running on repeat in my mind," he spoke up after a couple seconds, his words making your jaw drop.

You'd expected him to tell you that you'd messed something up the last time that you'd seen him, not that the fact that he had a crush on you made it hard for him to be around you. "For the record, you haven't really been able to leave my thoughts either. It's kind of stupid, but I've been waiting outside just to see if you'd show up needing my help," you spoke up after the initial shock wore off, putting your feelings on the line. You weren't sure how he would react to your words, if he would think that you were just another Spider-Man fangirl melting over him. You'd fallen for the personality that he'd shown underneath the suit, the type of person that he is rather than the web-slinging hero everybody else got to witness.

Miguel was nervous to reveal himself to you, worried about how you would react after he pulled that little stunt at the hospital. He wasn't sure how to go through this uncharted territory of having to pursue you, but he figured being honest with you was probably a great starting point. He knew he was probably worrying you with the silence from his end, but he couldn't bring himself just to take off the mask off just yet. It was his form of armor in this situation, his way of being able to portray how he felt towards you freely. "Mierda, just do it," he muttered to himself, his hands coming up to the neck hemline of the mask before he slowly slipped it up. His hand hung by his side with the mask in hand, simply gauging for your reaction.

He'd expected for you to be disgusted, to push him away after you saw his face. But you didn't, you simply stood there as you tried to digest the man in front of you. "Now I see why you were so persistent," you finally managed to get out, the pieces slowly starting to make sense in your brain. "I hope that I didn't pressure you too badly. I just wanted for you to see me as me, I suppose," he responded, keeping his distance from you just in case you did end up kicking him out. "I'll admit the Olive Garden was a nice touch, my friends were wondering if maybe next time you'll be able to do gift cards to Benihana," you responded, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I'll have to see, my boss got pretty mad over the use of company funds."

Aaron had spent the entire morning yelling at Miguel about how irresponsible he'd been with the company's money, demanding him to go get a refund once he was done with the rant. The image of you eating the lunch rather than having to eat the disgusting grub he'd caught a glimpse of during his time at the hospital managed to distract him from anything that Aaron was telling him, simply giving a "uh uh" here and there to give off the illusion that he was listening. "You're not even listening to me! Just get the hell out of my office and don't think about pulling that shit again or you're fucking fired. You're already on thin ice O’Hara," Aaron had told him after the umpteenth dismissal Miguel had given him.

"I hope you're not too disappointed by the sight. I know you weren't exactly too eager towards my advances at the hospital," he spoke up, almost seeming a bit nervous as he stood in front of you. He was completely exposed to you, in a way that he'd only had the chance to be with his brother. You knew every aspect of him now, who he was underneath the layers he spent so carefully crafting around himself. "I wasn't responsive to the flirting because I thought of Spider-Man as a different person. I was so infatuated by you that I didn't accept any advances, really," you admitted to him, stepping closer towards him.

The tension that'd been building up towards this very moment relieved the moment that his lips connected with yours, his hands holding your hips in place as he leaned down. The relief that Miguel felt running through his body was insurmountable, excited about what opportunities this would open for the two of you. You leaned in, your hand pressed against his cheek before you clipped it. His skin felt soft to the touch despite his sharp features, a bit cold from the temperature outside. "Do you mind if I kiss you, Miguel?"

Just hearing his name rolling off your tongue was enough to make him weak at the knees, the stoic behavior that he usually exuded completely gone as you looked up at him. You made him feel like a teenage boy again, a blush threatening to make itself apparent on his face with every smile that you gave him. "Please," his voice came out in a quiet whisper, his head dipping down a bit to meet yours halfway. He could only simply observe as you leaned in closer to him, your lips looking enticing with every second that lingered. He felt like every worry that he had was for naught the moment he felt your lips on his, his body igniting like a flame at the mere touch.

The kiss had started off as something exploratory, your lips getting to meet his for the first time before it turned more intense. It turned more needy, the desperation from the past couple weeks without seeing each other making itself apparent. His tongue explored every crevice that you’d made available to him, the grip on your hips slightly tightening as he held you close to him. The way that he kissed you with such desperation made you feel like you were his lifeline, a saving raft in the middle of the ocean. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at how good he was making you feel in the moment, your hands almost pushing his cheeks closer to you.

"You don't know how hard it was to control myself when I saw you using that vibrator the other day. Moaning for no one other than me, did that feel good? Imagining me doing all these things you want me to do?" He asked you, a bit of embarrassment inside you as he mentioned seeing you with your toy. You'd forgotten to close your windows, assured by the fact that nobody would know given how high up you live in the building. "You know how hard it was to force myself to go fight the Lizard? All I could think about is how you would look like taking my cock, your sounds filling up my ears," he continued, his hands gently squeezing on your waist. A fresh pool of arousal accumulated in your panties as he spoke, your voice unrecognizable to yourself. "Then let me show you how I would look like taking your cock."

You guided him into your bedroom, a little messy from the work schedule you'd been having recently but he didn't seem to mind too much. As he took off the Spider-suit, you couldn't help but notice just how bulked up he was. Veins adorned his forearms as they flexed with every movement, his biceps looking like they could crush you with one movement alone. But with that, you also couldn't help but realize that he wasn't wearing underneath that suit. "Do you normally fight villains with your balls hanging in the air?" You inquired, a brow raised as he slid the shirt over his head. "It's better for mobility since clothes kind of constrict your movements," he responded, albeit a bit defensively. “Better hope that your suit doesn’t get damaged from the waist down then.”

The fantasy of seeing you down on your knees for him felt even better than he'd imagined, seeing the desperation in your eyes as you waited for him to finish getting undressed. He slipped off the bottom part of his spider-suit, the material pooling down at his feet before he kicked it off to the side. The way that your eyes connected with his as your hand barely managed to wrap around his cock felt intoxicating, a fire igniting deep within him. He was now completely at your disposal, letting you do anything that you wanted to him. Your hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, wanting to take your time to make up for the time that he hadn't been here.

Your thumb lazily dragged on the tip of his cock, precum sticking to your finger as you did. “Is this making you feel good?" You asked him, mustering up the most seductive voice that you could as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his thighs. You'd seen the hesitation that he held when he was exposing his identity to you and you wanted to do nothing more than to ease the worries that might be brewing inside of him. "So good, tan buena que eres con tus manos," he responded, the Spanish lessons that you'd taken prior to your job at the hospital coming in handy. (so good with your hands) "¿Sí? Dejame escuchar que tan bueno te hago sentir," his brows raised as the words came out your mouth, his surprise morphing into pleasure as your fingers traced on the thick veins of his dick. (yeah? let me hear how good i'm making you feel)

You pressed open mouthed kisses on his shaft, making your way up as you left one on the tip. you gave it a small kitten lick, hearing him let out a small groan as you continued to tease him. "Please, es injusto. Te necesito, te lo pido por favor," he requested of you, a smile forming on your face as you heard the sheer desperation in his voice. (it’s unjust. i need you, i’m asking you please) You'd been planning on teasing him for much longer, but you decided to concede and give in to his desires. Your lips were covered in your own drool as you started to suck him off, spit covering every surface that your mouth could reach. His hand came to the back of your head as he held you in place, his chest heaving with every swirl of your tongue.

"Oh fuck, taking my cock so well," he managed to choke out through the shaky breaths that he'd been taking, his voice almost coming out in a whine. "Been thinking about having your cock in my mouth for a while now, making you feel good," you responded, the hand on the back of your head slightly tensing. "Yeah? I hope I've met your expectations then," his voice came out even more shaky than last time, his fangs biting onto his lower lip at an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making. "None of that, let me hear you," you told him, slowing down with your movements until he released his lower lip from the grasp he'd had it in.

Your cheeks hollowed as you struggled to fit him in your mouth, the sheer length and width of him making it hard for you to do so. He didn't seem to mind though, not with the way that your hand compensated for what your mouth couldn't reach. Your head bobbed up and down of what you could fit in your mouth, your tongue running across the thick veins along the sides. The hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock slightly tightened as you jerked him off before moving to cup his balls. "Don't stop, I'm almost there," he sounded so needy as he asked you for that simple request, almost like he needed the euphoric release.

His thighs began to tremble as his orgasm slowly approached him, shaky breaths becoming louder. "Right there, don't stop," he practically groaned out, his head leaned back as the sensation of your mouth filled him with utter bliss. You kept the same pace that you'd been going at, working him through his orgasm before ropes of cum shot into your mouth. Your tongue flattened out against the tip of his cock, eager to taste him in any way that was possible. Some of it dribbled down your chin as you closed your mouth to swallow the liquid, the slightly salty taste of it remaining on your tongue as a memory of what just happened.

He took a couple seconds to compose himself, getting his breathing back to normal before laying down on the silk sheets you'd placed earlier. "Sit on my face," he requested of you, his tone of voice making it sound more like a demand. "What?" You asked with a breathless chuckle, despite the fact that his expression told you he was being completely serious. "I didn't stutter. Sit on my face, hermosa," he simply repeated once more, a slight hesitation in you before you moved closer to him. You'd seen the buildings that he'd lifted off before they came crumbling down, seen the way he could handle himself, but a part of you couldn't help but feel nervous at the action. "What if I smush you? Then Nueva York gets mad at me for losing their vigilante."

"You're not going to smush me, just sit down and let me have this," he sounded like the pleasure was actually meant more for him rather than you, eager to have the taste of you on his tongue. You stripped off your pajamas, settling onto his lap before slowly moving up his torso up to his mouth. He looked at you expectantly, his eyes following every movement that you were making. Your hands gripped onto the bedpost behind the two of you, slowly sinking down to his face. You couldn't bring yourself to completely sit down on his face, choosing to rather hover above it. you waited for him to get started, but his mouth remained shut until you felt his hands snaking their way up to your thighs.

"If I wanted you to hover, I would've said so. But I told you to sit on my face so sit," he spoke as his hands pushed you down to his face, your thighs on either side of his head. He kept his grip on your legs as his tongue collected the slick that was dripping from your folds, tongue pressed flatly as the essence of you completely induced his mind. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him start to sloppily make out with your pussy, his mouth eager to explore just what exactly it was that made you tick. His tongue thrusted up into your pussy, his mouth angling to hit that spongy spot inside of you that had your hands gripping down on his hair.

Your hips began to shamelessly grind themselves against Miguel’s face, his nose bumping against your clit in the most delicious way every time that you did. Your previous reservations about suffocating him withered away, your main focus being on how good he was making you feel. The grip on his hair tightened when his mouth closed around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the nub. “Oh fuck, you’re doing this so well,” you managed to get out through the pleasure he was making you feel, your breathing heavy as you struggled to keep your composure with every suck of your clit.

You felt yourself getting closer to that climax, slowly teetering towards the edge with every expert flick of his tongue. The added friction from your hips only added to your pleasure, shivers running down your spine. The small groans coming from Miguel vibrated in your cunt, the sound seeming to be reverberating throughout your body. Your thighs enclosed around his head as you started to feel that surge running through you, the need to cum. With one final suck of your clit, your release coated the entirety of the bottom half of his face as he licked it away with a grin on his face. You got off him after taking a couple seconds to control your breathing, his cock already seeming to be hard from just eating you out.

"Let me see that vibrator that you were teasing yourself with the other day," he told you as you got off from his lap, your legs slightly wobbly as you got up to reach for your nightstand. You grabbed the toy that he was talking about along with a condom, placing both of them on top of the nightstand at his disposal. He picked up the vibrator, pressing on the button just to see how many different settings it had to it. He got up from the bed to give you room to spread out, your body spread out in a starfish position as you awaited for his next movements. Slick dripped down from your cunt down to the sheets at the pure anticipation of what he'd do, an idea of where the night could go slowly forming in your mind.

Red webbing shot out of his wrists, the material confining your hands against the bedposts. You couldn't deny that you'd thought about Spider-Man putting you in this same position many times, but actually living through it was much more fulfilling. Your legs spread out for him, your cunt still wet from your previous orgasm and the spit that Miguel had produced throughout. Watching him reach out for the condom and vibrator felt torturous, almost like he was purposely taking his time to tease you even further. He took the wrapper off the condom, tossing it to the trash before sliding the rubber on. Miguel pressed a small kiss on your forehead before gliding his cock up and down your folds, using your slick as a form of lube.

His cock felt like it was molding your walls to take his shape, your cunt fluttering around him as you struggled to adjust to the feeling. "I can't take it, Miguel. too big," you whined out, letting out a sharp gasp as you felt the vibrator make connection with your clit. "Yes you can, look at you. You've been taking it so good for me," he cooed, wiping away at some tears that had rolled down your cheeks. He pushed the rest of his cock with no resistance a couple seconds later, before he retracted. His hips snapped into yours in one sharp movement, his dick feeling like the missing piece of a puzzle as he slid in once more. He let you get adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside of you before he even tried to establish some kind of pace, having to control himself as well before he came prematurely.

The way that he used the vibrator to match the rhythm of his thrusts, treating the toy as his equal rather than a competitor, was starting to get too overwhelming. You were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, your legs trembling underneath him as your cunt began to wrap around him like a vice. Your walls had trapped him successfully, sucking his cock deeper into you. He'd put a pillow underneath your ass, the new angle allowing him to sink in much deeper. "Too much, miguel," you breathed out as he raised the intensity of the vibrator, your fingernails digging into the webs confining you. Even though you'd told him that, you couldn't help but moan out in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you at a vigorous pace.

Your hands tugged against your restraints as you felt yourself approaching that all too familiar feeling already, the intensity of him and the vibrator combined being too much to bear. "Please, please. I'm so close," you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued to thrust into you. His hips slapped against yours with every movement that he made, the sound of skin slapping combining with the moans coming out of your mouth. You were teetering on the edge for a couple seconds before you allowed yourself to indulge in that feeling of euphoria, your release coating the condom as he slipped inside of you. In one final thrust, his legs bucked underneath as ropes of cum shot out into the condom.

Miguel cut your webs off with a talon, discarding of the silky material in the waste bin you had next to your bed. "Hey, are you okay? Feel free to tell me if you think that I went too far or anything like that," he asked you, his hands gently massaging the injured skin. "No, I liked it. I would've said something, don't worry," you assured him, your chest still heaving as you came down from your orgasm. He laid back down next to you, his hand intertwining with yours as the sounds of your breathing combined filled the room. You looked over at him, letting yourself admire just how pretty he truly he was. With the Spider-Man suit on and without it.

You weren't sure why, but you were unable to think of something to tell him. You'd landed on "How are you feeling after your cold?" before immediately regretting it as he wrapped a blanket around the two of you. "Well you and the doctor took good care of me so I managed to heal pretty quickly. Think I might need to spend the night since it's snowing, wouldn't want to catch another cold," he responded with a sheepish smile, his hands wrapping around your waist as he held you close. He provided you with more heat than your blanket ever could, providing you with a calming sense of comfort as he held you. "Well, anything for my patients," you assured him with a small laugh, leaning in and pressing your lips against his cheek before making yourself comfortable in his embrace.

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doumadono · 9 months

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I am your annoying lil friend, so I also jump in yet another time with yet another request... but since we are celebrating… LET'S DO THIS!

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜ in form of a little fic with...

Kiribaku x fem!reader :3 bc why not!

I can just imagine our poor reader missing her two Pros while they are away on a mission or something like this. After coming back, they have to make up for time they were away :3

A sultry greeting - Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected & rough p in v, dirty talking, Bakugo & Kirishima are aged up 21+, f!reader, bukkake, dom!Bakugo, boys kissing at the end Synopsis: after a long mission, Kirishima and Bakugo return home, ready to make up for their absence to you A/N: kocham cię mocno! I hope you'll enjoy ♥

MASTERLIST

You stood at the window, gazing at the starlit sky, your thoughts consumed by the absence of Kirishima and Bakugo. They had been away on a critical mission for the past few weeks, leaving you to miss their touch and presence dearly. Every night felt colder without them, and you longed for the warmth of their embrace.

One evening, your heart skipped a beat as you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching the front door. Rushing down the stairs, you flung open the door and saw Kirishima and Bakugo standing there. Their smiles widened upon seeing you, and before you could say anything, Kirishima swept you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet.

"Long time no see, princess," he greeted you with a tender kiss placed to your cheek.

"Kiri!" you giggled loudly and looked above his shoulder at Bakugo who was leaning casually against the wall, smirking. Your heart swelled with happiness. You didn't realize how much you had missed them until that moment.

After getting inside your shared apartment and having a first decent meal in a while, they told you about their adventures and the challenges they faced on the mission. You listened attentively, feeling a mix of pride and worry for their well-being. As the night went on, the conversation turned lighter, filled with laughter and teasing.

Finally, after the dishes were done, you found yourselves alone in the living room.

Kirishima and Bakugo exchanged a knowing glance, and then Kirishima took your hand, leading you to the couch. The atmosphere became charged with affection and desire.

"Let us make up for the time we were away," Kirishima said softly, brushing his lips against your temple.

A faint "yes" escaped your parted lips. As your fingers firmly gripped the collar of Kirishima's shirt, you drew him nearer, and with intense passion, your lips met in a fiery kiss. Your tongue eagerly explored the space between his parted lips, igniting a fervent connection between you both.

"Hey! You've got some nerve, being all cuddly and sweet with the fucking Red Riot, ignoring me while I'm here, too," Bakugo growled, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms, approching the couch.

You laughed, knowing he was just needy. "You know I missed both of you equally, Katsuki. You're just as cuddly when you want to be."

His cheeks reddened slightly, but he didn't let his guard down. "Don't get any weird ideas, idiot. I'm not that soft."

Kirishima chuckled. "Come on, man, you are a little mushy at times."

Bakugo scowled at him. "Tch, whatever. I just missed her, that's all."

You leaned closer to him, smirking as you reached out and took his calloused hand in your palm. "Missed me and my touch that much, did you?"

He grumbled, trying to hide his smirk. "Shut up. It's not like I needed it or anything, dumbass."

But his actions spoke louder than his words. He took a seat on your left side and found every opportunity to steal kisses from you, his touch becoming more affectionate and possessive. Bakugo sometimes was yanking you out of Kirishima's arms, just to hold you a little longer in his strong arms.

Soon, you found yourself sitting on Bakugo's lap, leaning comfortably against his broad chest as he lovingly wrapped his arms around your waist. A low, affectionate growl escaped his throat, and you could feel his longing for you as he gently humped against you. Responding to his yearning, you pressed back into him and tilted your head, inviting the flurry of tender kisses that trailed along your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you.

With each open-mouthed kiss, Katsuki's hands caressed your body, hidden under the delicate fabric of your silky nightdress. One hand found its place on your breast, while the other gently gripped your chin, tilting your head back so you could gaze up at him. Bakugo leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You instinctively parted your lips, allowing his tongue to take control of yours. His hand released its grip on your chin and joined his other hand in rubbing your breasts. As your nipples hardened and pressed against the fabric of your nightdress, his fingers immediately found them and tightened around them.

Kirishima sat right beside Bakugo, closely observing the scene while palming himself through his dark cargo pants that already grew too tight. "I'm here too, princess," he reminded as ne of his hands stealthily slipped beneath your nightgown and moved up your thigh. Kirishima chuckled abruptly, amused by the discovery that you weren't wearing any underwear as hi calloused index finger circled your clit lazily. "Oh, you little naughty shit."

Bakugo wasted no time in lifting the back hem of your nightdress, revealing your alluring ass that never failed to catch eyes. "You're such a naughty slut indeed, going without panties," he remarked while unzipping his pants. "Now, get rid of this tatter and on your knees."

As a compliant and dutiful girl, you adhered to Bakugo's order and gracefully vacated his lap. Positioning yourself before the couch, you began to undress sensually, swaying your hips in sync with the rhythm resonating in your mind, aiming to be as seductive as it was possible. As your nightdress cascaded to the floor, you gracefully sank to your knees.

Bakugo exchanged a glance with Kirishima, prompting them to stand up together. Subsequently, Kirishima proceeded to remove his shirt, and Bakugo followed suit. Soon, they shed their pants and boxers as well. Both men possessed impressive physiques, boasting well-built, toned arms and legs, accompanied by a sets of defined six-pack abs.

However, what truly captured your focus were their cocks. While they weren't fully erect, their impressiveness was still undeniable. You blushed.

"Oh, look, Kacchan," Kirishima mused, "our doll is blushing! Isn't she the cutest little girl?"

Bakugo nodded, running his tongue along his lower lip. "Indeed, she's an adorable fucking pet. I've trained her, after all, ha!"

You took their cocks in your palms and started pumping them. Soon, you leaned to Kirishima and slowly swirled your tongue around the head of his cock.

Kirishima let out a low growl, quietly uttering a string of curses to himself.

You continued to massage the head of his cock with your tongue, and moved your hands down to his balls and fondled them while stroking Katsuki's shaft with your other hand. Soon yet you let go of Kacchan's cock to take proper care of Kirishima. You could feel Kirishima's cock start to slowly harden in your hand and it only encouraged you to take on more. As you took the tip into your mouth, you let out a low moan at the taste of his salty precum. It sent a shot of heat straight to your core as you continued to lavish him in your mouth.

Bakugo firmly grasped a handful of your hair, pulling your head back. "Tch, remember, there are two of us," he growled sharply.

You instantly wrapped your lips around Katsuki's tip and slid your mouth further down the throbbing shaft, your lips stretching as your hand shifted down to the base of his cock and slowly pumped it. As you bobbed your head up and down, your spit began trailing down his cock. You came up for air and used both of your hands to jerk his cock quickly, making sure the whole length was coated in your saliva before diving back in and bobbing your head vigorously.

In the meantime, Kirishima slowly caressed his shaft with his hand, grunting, slipping his other hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

"Fuck yeah, dumbass, sucking my fucking cock so good," Katsuki growled, slowly bucking his hips to facefuck you. He kept both hands on the back of your head, groaning each time he felt his cock press up against the back of your throat. Each time you gagged and moaned, he felt his self-control slipping even more. "Fuck yeah, cunt. That's it. Fuuuck!"

With a loud "pop" sound, you removed Bakugo from your mouth and shifted your focus to Kirishima. As you looked up at the red-haired man with your most innocent doe-eyes, you gracefully moved your head back and forth along his thick, already throbbing shaft.

"Yeah, such a good girl, just like that, keep doing those stuff with your sweet mouth," Eijiro growled, his eyes never left your beautiful face. He tightened his hold on your hair as you dug your nails into his thighs and forced your mouth forward, taking his full length in and holding your mouth down, gagging yourself. The feeling of your throat gripping his shaft and your lips kissing the base of his cock had his eyes rolling a little. "Fuck! M'gonna fucking cum!"

After a few seconds of this, you pulled back and sat on your knees, panting, appreciating your handiwork as you eagerly stroked Kirishima and Bakugo's cocks, smirking at them.

"Enjoying yourself, huh?!" Bakugo growled lowly and caught yur elbow, yanking you efortlessly up.He positioned you on the couch, on all fours, with your ass sticking up in the air as you rested your head on your arms that were gripping the back of the couch. He firmly gripped your hips and directed his rock-hard cock towards your dripping entrance, then eased into you with one powerful thrust. "Fuck you, bitch! So fucking tight!"

You gripped the back of the couch hard as Katsuki's cock pressed deeper into your needy cunt until his entire length was inside of you. He rapidly pulled back until just the tip was inside, then rammed it back into you, making you cry out his name. "Fuck, Katsuki!"

"Address me properly!" Bakugo snarled, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a handprint on the plush flesh.

"AH!" You moaned loudly. "S-sorry, Mr Dynamight!"

"That's fucking better, dumbass," Bakugo growled lowly, delivering few more smacks to your ass.

Eijiro positioned himself on his knees before you, his hands gently holding your hair as he moved closer, trusting himself into your mouth, which you willingly opened for him. As he pressed against your lips, your body inadvertently nudged back against Bakugo, leading to both of you emitting low grunts of surprise. "My good doll," Kirishima praised.

In response, Bakugo firmly grasped your wrists and pinned your arms behind your back, maintaining a raw, primal rhythm as he fucked you, shoving you forward on Kirishima's cock with each of his powerful thrusts.

Kirishima was letting loose all his pent up lust on your mouth, stroking your chin as he was slowly thrusting back and forth. "My good, little doll, just like that, suck daddy's cock like a good girl you are. That's it princess. Fuck you take us both so well. You're such a good girl."

You could tell they were getting closer. Their thrusts were growing erratic and their cocks felt like they were trying to pierce your insides.

As you attempted to speak, Eijiro withdrew himself from your mouth, asking, "What's on your mind, princess?"

"I want you both to cum on my face, pretty please?" After looking at Kirishima, you looked above your shoulder at Bakugo, making the most innocent eyes.

Bakugo let out a furious roar, but he still managed to nod as he withdrew his cock out of your abused cunt. "Switch, I want her mouth now," he commanded, casting a gaze at Kirishima.

Swiftly switching positions, you found yourself being taken from behind by Eijiro, while your mouth remained occupied by Katsuki's shaft.

"Oh my goodness, she's so tight!" Kirishima exclaimed cheerfully, gently rubbing your hips where Bakugo's touch had left some bruises earlier.

"Of course she fucking is, you idiot! We trained her diligently, after all!" Bakugo exclaimed, thrusting viciously into your mouth, gagging you with his throbbing length; the tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat with every thrust, making your eyes rolling back.

Bakugo, sensing he was approaching his peak, intensified his thrusts, gripping your head firmly. "Take it, take it, fucking cunt," he growled, relishing the sight of your teary eyes and saliva dripping down your chin.

You exerted maximum effort to pump your hand up and down on Katsuki's cock while sucking him off while trying to maintain your balance amidst the forceful thrusts delivered by Eijiro.

"Fuck, I'll fucking cum!" Kirishima reached around you and circled your clit with his index finger. "But I want you to cum on my cock first, princess, I know you can."

Kirishima's words triggered your orgasm, causing your insides to tighten around his shaft and your juices covered him in extreme wetness and slickness.

Both Kirishima and Bakugo withdrew.

You were nudged by Bakugo and managed to find find balance and kneel on your knees as the pair of men stood on both sides of you. You immediately reached out and started stroking their cocks furiously, using your juices and saliva as a lubricant to easily work their throbbing dicks. "Mm, yeah, suck Red Riot's cock, dumbass. Taste yourself on him, slut," ordered Bakugo.

"Yes, Mr Dynamight," you said before leaning over and engulfing Kirishima's cock between your lips, quickly bobbing your head up and down on him while using your hand to stroke whatever wasn't in your eager mouth.

"Holy shit!" Eijiro howled in pleasure as he gripped your hair. "She's about to make me fucking cum!"

Then, your focus shifted to Katsuki, and you teased his throbbing shaft with your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip until he got all riled up.

"That's it, bitch, suck my cock, suck it. Fuck, nngh!" Katsuki snarled, his head rolled back. "Fuck!!!! Cumming, cumming!!!"

The first rope of cum shot out and splattered across your face, followed by another that smacked you in the cheek and another that landed in your mouth as you sat there holding it wide open for Katsuki. His cum quickly sputtered out and you took the head between your swollen lips, sucking out what was left.

Just when you had finished enjoying your treat, your head was yanked away by your hair and you were forcibly turned to face Eijiro, who held his cock over your flushed face and stroked it as he came on you, groaning the whole time. Unlike Bakugo's load, which shot out in a couple of large spurts but died out pretty quick, Kirishima's cum came out in multiple, short bursts that painted your face. He used his hold on you to move your head around, making sure he got some of his cum on every inch of it. "Fuck, holy fucking shit!"

Suddenly, Bakugo firmly grasped Kirishima's chin, drawing him into a passionate and intense kiss. The kiss was electric, fueled by a combination of desire, and genuine affection. Their lips met with urgency, their breaths mingling as they explored each other with fervor. It was a passionate dance of tongues and lips, a display of raw emotion and connection. The intensity of the moment left them both breathless. Eijiro moaned in the heated kiss offered by Katsuki.

When Kirishima was done cumming, he released your head and you sat back on the floor, your back against the couch. Unable to contain your immense joy, you let a huge smile spread across your face, completely content with how your night had unfolded.

The two men collapsed onto the couch, each sitting on one side of you, and the trio panted heavily, still catching their breaths.

Kirishima rolled his head back, finding support against the back of the couch. "Damn, I'm so damn exhausted."

Bakugo let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes. "Tch! Quit complaining like that, pussy boy. The night's still young, and we were gone for so long. We've got to make up for it now, you fucking idiot."

Kirishima let out a dark chuckle. "Yeah, I get it, I get it. Take it easy, man. So, how about another round?"

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 3

a/n: omg thanks again for all the love on the last two parts! i'm probably going to make a masterlist to make all the parts more accessible <3 i feel so special when i see y'all's comments so don't be afraid to share your thoughts! this chapter is a little shorter but only because that's just how the events are playing out! btw, this one starts out with a flashback, it can be a lil confusing hehe but anyways enjoy! (also none of these are proofread LMAO so ignore mistakes)

part 1, part 2, part 4

word count: 3.0k words

warnings: ANGSTTT, language, drugs, alcohol, smoking

It was finally time to depart from your first summer at Saltburn. School was going to start in a week, and you wanted to spend some time relaxing at home before the chaos of your penultimate year in secondary school.

The summer had been a wild yet fun time. You had so much freedom to do whatever you pleased, and you didn’t really know how to spend your time, since you were usually so focused on your academics.

You warmed up to the Catton family quite a lot. You understood you didn’t really fit in, but it was nice to pretend you did. Elspeth had even gifted you one of her old necklaces that probably would have paid for a car if you had sold it.

You and Venetia spent countless hours together; by the poolside, in your rooms, doing each other's nails or makeup, and playing tennis. Although she was a few years older than you, she was like the sister you never had.

As for Felix, your friendship only grew. You were thankful for him, for being so kind to you and welcoming you into a world you had never known before.

And Farleigh. Your relationship with him was… complicated. One moment, you would hurl stupid and immature insults at each other, and the next, you would be having a peaceful conversation. But the latter usually only occured when you were alone with him, which didn’t happen often. He let his guard down when he wasn’t around his family, which you found strange, but you never questioned it.

You were going to miss this place. You had to return to your normal, everyday life as a student with a normal house and normal parents.

“We’re going to miss you dearly, love. We hope you visit again next year,” Elspeth remarked as you all sat around the breakfast table on the patio.

“Yeah. Felix, invite her again,” Venetia nudged her brother as she whispered loudly. Felix grinned and looked at you from across the table.

“So, what’s been your favorite part about your stay?” Elspeth questioned, leaning forward with curiosity.

“Honestly, I can’t even pick. It’s all been amazing. Really.” You said. You meant every single word. But you could’ve actually picked a favorite part, you just didn’t want to admit what, or who it was.

A while later, you were standing at the large front doors with your packed bags in your hands.

Venetia embraced you tightly and you dropped your bags so you could hug her back. “See you next year, hopefully,” She said with a smile after releasing you.

“Yeah. See you.” You nodded and then looked over to Felix who was now also coming in for a hug.

“Bye, mate. I’ll see you at school, alright?” He patted your back as he pulled away and you smiled with a nod.

Farleigh stood farther away, watching the goodbyes at a distance. You stared him down, trying to will him to come over.

“Bye.” He simply said, expressionless. “Bye, Farleigh,” You smiled softly at him. You weren’t sure when the next time you would see him would be. He blinked at you and held your gaze before you turned away as Duncan was opening the doors for you.

“Your cab is waiting outside the gates, miss,” He informed you. You nodded and picked up your bags.

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2 YEARS LATER

It was your first evening at Oxford. You had just arrived and gotten most of your things unpacked, and then you and Felix were headed to the dining hall.

You remembered a few months ago when Felix told you Farleigh would be going to Oxford as well. You didn’t really know what you thought about this. Part of you was interested in seeing him in a different setting, not just at Saltburn during your summer holiday. Was he nicer to people at school? Did he even care about schoolwork?

“I told Farleigh to sit with us,” Felix mentioned as you walked next to him. You nodded. “Okay. How has he been?” You asked. You knew better than to care about him, since the feeling was clearly unrequited. You don’t think he would care if you died a sudden death.

But it was harmless, and only in a friendship kind of way. Or whatever complicated relationship you two had.

“Good, I think,” Felix said. “You know, his mom went to Oxford. In a way, he’ll be able to connect with her. By being here, I mean.” He explained. You could tell it was his attempt at being philosophical. You just nodded and pretended to follow what he was saying.

You both walked into the large dining hall, mini lamps placed on top of the long tables to light the dim, high-ceilinged room.

You found some empty seats and sat down. A few minutes later, Felix had already spotted Farleigh and was waving for him to come over. You followed Felix’s line of sight and saw Farleigh’s familiar coiled hair, and it seemed that maybe he had let it grow a bit longer than usual.

He was actually smiling for once, and it was such a rare sight you had to blink to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

“Hey,” He grinned as he took the seat on the other side of you, pulling it closer to the table.

You had seen Farleigh earlier this month when you were still at Saltburn, but for some reason, he looked different. Like he grew up, or something. You couldn’t put your finger on what had changed, though.

Sure, he had recently turned 18, shortly before you did. But the whole aura radiating from Farleigh felt different and more mature. Or maybe it was the new designer clothes you had noticed, or the new necklaces and rings he was sporting.

“Hi,” You smiled. You realized you must have been staring, and you quickly glanced away to survey the rest of the students filing into the hall.

You spaced out during the small talk and stared into space, pondering how your first day would go tomorrow.

“Are you going to the party tonight?” Felix nudged you. You glanced up. “Uhh… What party?” You hated seeming clueless, but when it came to this kind of thing, you were.

“You know, to welcome all the first years. Us.” He nodded as if to gesture to everyone else.

“Oh. Right. I don’t know, I want to get some good sleep before tomorrow.” You replied while inspecting your nails and picking away at them.

That statement was half true, half not. You did want to get some well-needed rest, but you were also just terrified of parties and large social gatherings. You could be awkward sometimes, and you were scared of what a real college party would include. Drugs, alcohol… It made you uncomfortable to think about.

“C’mon, please? For me?” Felix gave you the puppy eyes and you sighed. “It’ll be fun,” He reassured you. You looked over to Farleigh. “Are you going?” You asked him.

He looked offended by your question. “Duh,” He answered. You didn’t know why it mattered if he was going or not.

“Ughhh, fine.” You rolled your eyes and facepalmed. Felix grinned brightly. “Yesss,” He whispered.

You couldn’t deny that you were having a good time at the party. You made a few new friends and you were gaining some confidence.

The only problem was that Felix promised you he would stay with you the whole time, since he knew how weary you were with even going in the first place.

And where was he? Nowhere to be seen. You guessed he had run off with some girl already. Hell, within the first ten minutes of you three entering the function, about four girls were already up on him, desperately flirting and twirling their hair.

You were standing in a dark corner when you saw Farleigh approaching you. He had a glass bottle of beer in each of his hands.

“Hey, you want one?” He offered you one of the beers. You were bored out of your mind, so you shrugged and took it. The glass felt nice and cold against your hand.

“Have you seen Felix?” Your eyes darted around nervously. Farleigh shook his head. “Nope. Saw him leaving with some red-head chick, though.” He raised his eyebrows up and down which made you laugh.

He moved to stand next to you against the wall, observing the neon-lit dance floor. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He peered down at you.

You shrugged. “I guess? I’d rather be inside sleeping, though.” He groaned. “You’re so boring. You know why you’re not having fun, right?” He leaned down slightly. You shook your head. “No, enlighten me.”

“You’re not high enough,” He said, a smirk forming on his face. “Farleigh. I’m not gonna get high with you.” You scoffed and took a swig of your beer, wincing a bit at the taste.

“Some guy was giving out joints. It’s weed,” He explained, drawing a small plastic bag of rolled joints out of his pocket.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna just smoke weed from some random guy.” You blew a strand of hair out of your face.

“They’re legit, I swear.” He leaned down to your height and whispered, “I already tried one.”

You shook your head again. “I don’t smoke, you know that.” He stood up straight.

“Just try it. Look, I’m not dead yet. See?” He twirled around and you giggled. “C’mon, we can go out here.” He nodded to the side door.

You just wanted him to stop bothering you, so you let out a sigh. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.” He excitedly spun on his heel and led you both over to the door before holding it open for you.

You stepped into the warm and dense air of the night, glancing around nervously like you might get caught by someone. But who are you kidding, pretty much everyone here smokes and probably does worse.

“Okay. I’ll light it for you. Do you wanna share it?” He asked, pulling out his lighter and flicking it on.

“Yeah.” You didn’t want the commitment of having it all to yourself. He lit the joint and you watched him take a hit. He made eye contact with you the whole time. It seemed simple enough— a short inhale and then exhale.

“You try,” He handed you the joint and you eyed it suspiciously before putting it to your lips. You took maybe too long of a hit and immediately began coughing, smoke billowing out of your mouth.

“Woah, easy..” Farleigh chuckled at your reaction and you felt his hand on the small of your back as you tried to catch your breath.

“You make it look so easy,” You cleared your throat and looked up at him with watery eyes. He smiled smugly at your words.

“Just takes practice,” He told you casually. “Smoking weed is something I’d rather not practice.” Farleigh laughed at your remark and took the joint to take another hit.

“Do you like Felix?” The question came out of the blue and you turned to him.

“What do you mean…?” You lifted an eyebrow as he passed the joint to you. He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms.

“Like, do you actually enjoy your friendship with him?” He asked. You actually considered the question for a long moment.

“Well, he’s like… the only close friend I have,” You said hesitantly. “I continue to be friends with him because I don’t have a reason not to,” You explained before taking a small hit from the joint.

“And you like the wealth and title that comes with him, yeah?” Farleigh’s words hung in the silence. You knew he was being too nice. It was too good to be true.

“Yeah, I like the summers at Saltburn, but that’s not the reason why I’m friends with him.” Or was it? No. You refused to let yourself get gaslighted by Farleigh. But you began to question your reasoning when you said it out loud.

“I mean, what else does he have to offer?” Farleigh asked as you exhaled the smoke. Why was he suddenly turning against Felix? You thought Farleigh loved Felix. Maybe you had it all wrong.

“He’s nice to me,” You flashed him a glare and he stared back at you, drilling his gaze into yours. “I’m nice to you.” He said in a harsher tone.

“When you want to be,” You shot back, pressing the joint to your lips again, staring out into the darkness.

“What do you have against Felix, anyway?” You broke the short moment of silence and turned to face him.

“Nothing. Forget I ever said anything,” He raised his arms up as if to defend himself. “No, you can’t say weird shit like that and then expect me not to question it,” You handed the joint back to him and headed for the door to go back in. You planned on drinking as much alcohol as possible to show him that you don’t need him to teach you how to have fun.

“Do you even know how to get back to your dorm?” He asked, his brows furrowed. “What do you care?” You scowled at him before going back inside.

Sooner or later, you had downed your whole bottle of beer and then you were doing shots with some random group of girls. You didn’t remember the rest of that night, but at least you ended up in your bed by the morning, even if you had a horrible hangover.

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Sunlight creeps through the window and knocks impatiently on your eyelids. You groan and sit up, opening your eyes to the bright sunrise shining through your curtains,

Memories of yesterday flood back to you. Your drama with Felix, the car ride and visit to your parents with Farleigh, and telling Venetia all about it when you got back.

Felix didn’t get back from London until late last night, so you were waiting to talk to him today.

You don’t want problems between the two of you, but sometimes he’s just so ignorant and out of touch.

A little while after breakfast, you make your way to Felix’s room. He seemed hungover during breakfast, so you wonder if this is going to turn out well.

You hesitate before knocking. “Come in,” He calls. You twist the doorknob and carefully enter. His expression softens slightly at the sight of you. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with a book in his hands.

“Hey. Can we talk?” You ask quietly. He nods, setting the book down.

“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I was in a mood, and I shouldn’t have said those things to you.” Felix starts before you can.

“Okay. But you know why I was mad, right?” You don’t want it to be that easy for him.

You can see the gears turning in his head. “Erm… because I couldn’t give you a ride?” He looks up at you, and you can’t tell if he’s playing dumb or not.

“No, it wasn’t just that. It’s the principle of it, Felix.” You shake your head. “The principle of what?” He asks, standing up.

“It just seems a lot like you care more about your popularity than you care about your best friend,” You explain, your voice shaking a bit. You don’t really like confrontation.

“No, that’s not true. I just-“

“Yes, it is. Ever since we got to Oxford. It’s always been this way. Leaving me alone at parties to go fuck some random girl, or multiple, for that matter.” Your voice is raised now and you can feel the anger rushing through your veins. All the things you’ve always wanted to say, but couldn’t.

“You know what, you should be thankful I even became your friend. Look what I’ve given you.” He gestures to what you’re assuming is the estate as a whole.

You scoff and laugh at his statement. “What you’ve given me? Are you kidding?! I’m not some stray animal off the street, Felix. I’m not homeless. I have parents. I have a home.” You feel tears welling up in your eyes already and that lump in your throat starting to form.

“Then why are you here?” This is the first time you’ve ever heard Felix really raise his voice. You both freeze in the silence and let his words hang in the air.

“You want me to leave? I can leave,” The tears are now falling down your cheeks as you blink. “No, wait-“

But it’s too late. You’re already storming out of his room and back to yours, which is just down the hall.

You see Farleigh standing near the end of the hallway, trying to eavesdrop. He notices your tears and is immediately heading over to you.

You try to get into your room and lock the door before Farleigh can get to you, but you fail.

He guides you into your room, his hand pressed against your back firmly before closing the door with his free hand.

He embraces you in a gentle yet tight hug as you continue to sob. He rests his chin on your head and smooths some of your hair out. He holds you and lets you cry.

Farleigh was right about him. Felix thought he saved you from a horrible life. In reality, you would be fine without him. He was just a simple addition to your life.

You hardly realize the intimate moment that you’re in with Farleigh right now until your sobbing subsides.

You push away from him slightly, hands on his chest as you gaze up at him. You sniffle. “I got stuff on your shirt,” You laugh weakly and point at the wet spot on his shirt.

“It’s okay.” His arms return to his side and you find yourself missing the comfort of his arms around you and embracing you.

“Did you hear what he said?” You ask, wiping your eyes and sniffing again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He nods. “Are you going to say I told you so?” You smile softly as you wipe the rest of your tears away.

“Do you want me to say I told you so?” He grins down at you, his brown eyes bright with amusement. You shake your head. “No way.” You both laugh, and you think you’ll be okay.

#farleigh saltburn #farleigh start x reader #saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh x you #farleigh x reader

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hiyaaa! its me again!! omg is it just me or is there just NO robin x reader content like, at all???

please please please!! if you don't mind, please give me your robin romantic headcanons?

an extra add on food for thought: what do you think would happen if both siblings happen to pine after the same person?

Hello dear inbox visitor! I think it would be better if you sent it during while requests were open, since it kind of teeters on the line between thoughts vs requests haha. Anyways, you're right. We dont have enough x robin content :(

Lets try and fix it!

Robin seems like a very attentive lover, which is surprising considering how busy she would be since she's a popstar.

During conversations or small talk, passing phrases, she makes sure to listen to you lovingly,and makes note of all the small things about you.

To me, I think she'd be the type of person who puts your name as just a pink heart icon, and notes down all the things you like in the description of your contact. She also has a separate notes tab for other things like your wishlist items, things she's noticed about you, and so on.

She's optimistic, but not unrealistic. If you're the overthinker type, she grounds you flawlessly. She's very rational and sorts things out carefully with you, sitting you down gently and discusses everything on your mind with you. Gives you a lovely, soft smile when you stop overthinking and come to a solution with a relaxed sigh.

Surprisingly sensitive to physical contact. She's not touch-starved, nor averse to it, but still is unused to it for the most part. However, she likes holding hands very often. She'd be very happy if you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. Often takes off her glove just to hold your hand. I feel like her hands would be pleasantly cold. She squeaks slightly when you kiss her face! Then giggles. She likes the feeling of you peppering her face in kisses.

Lets you touch her wings often, and they are incredibly soft. They smell pleasantly of flowers, and sometimes she flutters them on your face to make you giggle. She doesn't mind if you mess them up a bit, as long as it's not before a concert.

If you have hair long enough to braid, she'll want to do that. She has cute little accessories on her that she uses whenever you let her, cute clips and hair ties that she uses for you specifically. She also really likes it when you braid her hair. She doesn't care if it's not pretty, she just likes that you're the one doing it.

Often, I imagine she gets overwhelmed with the amount of people working on her appearances that sometimes she just asks them to leave and has you help her work on her appearance. It could just be feedback and she'll appreciate it. She just likes being in your presence whenever she's overwhelmed, which can be often if she's especially out on a tour. If you can't be there physically, she'll want to call you, or replay any voice notes you may have sent previously. She saves them all – date, time, named and even the context behind them. She misses you dearly whenever she's away, just doesn't have the time to even express it.

If you're alright with cosmetics of all kinds, she's a little thrilled. She'll want you to try her perfumes and clothes, too. Kisses you directly if you ask for her lip balm or lipgloss, then giggles at the transferred sheen. Likes trying out new eye palette colors on you, trying out new styles of makeup, and often asks for suggestion on her own outfits. She also adores when you both dress up in matching outfits, and has a neat little album of you two consisting of photos that she takes.

Robin can feel a bit shy asking for affection or doing cute couple-things. She really likes the corny things, like indirect kisses from shared straws, being stared at while she's doing something, being kissed in the rain, dancing together, etc.. she also probably saw you eat a lollipop once, and wanted to ask you for a taste, but got too shy and didn't ask. You have to take the initiative and comfort her into asking for these things.

Anyways, if both siblings pine for the same person.. it's gonna be a little strained. Depends on how much they like the reader respectively, but lets assume both of them are head over heels for reader.

Robin and Sunday pining after the same person may either bring them together or put more strain on their already, slightly distant relationship. I feel like Sunday may either support his sister, convince her to pursue you and share you with him, or guilt trip her into not approaching you. Not even as a yandere, Sunday can be a little manipulative and greedy when it comes to his feelings. Ever since Robin left Sunday alone as the head of the Oak Family, I feel like he would harbor a small amount of apathy or even dislike towards her because of it, and on top of that, if she ends up liking you, he'll feel oddly like you've been stolen from him.

Robin.. won't back off so easily however. She's a smart girl, and even if she obliges to her brother's whims, she knows him better than anyone else. She'll probably stay docile for the most part, though. However, she isn't just a pretty face. Just because she remains docile doesn't mean she's given you up completely to her brother. She'll at least remain stubborn on having you to some degree, even if it means straining their relationship a bit.

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itsjusthockey · 10 months

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Nights Like These - Jack Hughes

Summer Series Open Now

And another one...enjoy

Send in your requests, I'm super excited

w.c: 1,266

“We’ll be ready in a minute,” you hear Jack yell from the bedroom as you frantically apply a thick layer of mascara. “(Y/N) is just taking forever.”

You can hear his smirk through the last part, and you’re really hoping that he can see you flick him off through the doorway.

“Sorry, I was informed we were going out thirty seconds ago.” You throw on some deodorant as Jack walks into the bathroom shirtless.

“Don’t be annoyed at me,” he moves behind you in the mirror, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I was planning on having an eventful night in. You’re the one who said you’d love to accompany my brothers to the bar.”

You roll your eyes because he’s right, but who could blame you? When Quinn had said it’d been a while since you’d had a drink together, you’d practically run up the stairs to get ready. It isn’t very often that the Hughes brothers express love, and that was Quinn’s way of telling you he’s missed you dearly.

“I know. I’m sorry I wrecked your evening plans; one of these nights, we’ll be alone.”

A smile tugs on Jack's face, and he plants a quick kiss on your shoulder and smacks your ass as he leaves the bathroom, presumably to find some clothing.

A few minutes later, with a final touch of lipgloss and some sprits of perfume, you deem yourself ready to face the Michigan Summer crowd. You step out of the bathroom, and Jack catches your attention and does a little spin.

“This fine?” He gestures to his outfit.

You nod, throwing on your sneakers and grabbing one of Jack's sweatshirts for later. Soon, the two of you make your way downstairs, where Quinn and Luke are sitting on the couch watching something.

Quinn is the first to notice your presence, and his eyes widen in mock surprise. "About time. I’m surprised Jack actually managed to find someone who takes longer than him to get ready.

You scoff at the comment. “Well, Q, not all of us can be as naturally adorable as you are.”

Quinn rolls his eyes at your response, and the banter continues as you all head out to your favorite summer bar. When you get there, it’s pretty busy, but the night is still young. You manage to find a booth in a cozy corner, the perfect vantage point to observe the bar's vibrant energy.

“Everyone wants the usual?” Quinn asks, pulling out his card.

A chorus of yeses is heard, and he makes his way away from the table toward the bar. A few minutes later, he returns, drinks in hand, and you dive into everything you all have missed about each other's lives.

Less than half an hour later, the night takes a busy turn. The decently lively bar has become ridiculously crowded, and you’re overlooking the crowd wondering how the hell you’re going to make it to the bar.

“We need refills,” you shake your empty glass, eyeing the crowd. “but I’m not sure if we can wade through the masses.”

You scoot up a little bit to get a better vantage point, and once you do, you see a small opening in the sea of people leading to the bar.

“I see a path. It’s go time.”

You’re quick to slide out of the booth, Jack following behind. As you navigate through the crowded bar, carefully maneuvering between people, Jack's hand remains securely in your belt loop, ensuring he doesn't lose sight of you. Finally reaching the bar, your favorite waitress spots you and approaches with a warm smile.

“Another round?" she asks, her voice barely audible over the music and the noise.

You nod eagerly, handing her Jack's shiny black card; you playfully remark, "I love paying with your card. Makes me feel not poor."

Jack chuckles, leaning in to give you a quick peck on your pout. "You're not poor. You're just in college. Besides, what's mine is yours."

You playfully jab his ribs in response, savoring the feeling of being with him. The pretty waitress swiftly returns with your drinks, and after signing the bill and leaving a generous tip, you lead Jack back toward your cozy corner booth.

As you return to the table with the freshly replenished drinks, the wild energy of the bar surrounds you once again. The music seems to have gotten louder, and the crowd has grown even more lively. You finally settle back into your booth, Jack's arm wrapped securely around your shoulder, when you suddenly realize you must pee.

You lean towards your boyfriend's ear, “Let me free. I have to pee.”

He drops his arm, but before you can fully move, he interjects.

“I’ll come with.”

You nod, tell the others where you’re off to, and return to navigating through the crowded bar. When you reach the bathrooms, you almost groan when you see the line for the women’s stretches far beyond what you anticipated.

“Fuck, I have to pee so bad.” You complain.

You sigh again, accepting defeat, and get in the line, watching as your boyfriend steps into the men’s bathroom and reappears in front of you a second later.

“Go.”

He nods his head toward the men’s bathroom, standing protectively in front of the door, creating a barrier between you and anyone else. You shoot him a grateful smile and a quick peck on the cheek before slipping inside the bathroom.

You’re done a minute later, and you emerge from the bathroom feeling better than ever. As you exit, you find Jack waiting patiently, a small grin on his face.

“Mission accomplished?" he asks, offering you his arm.

“Mission accomplished," you confirm, linking your arm with his.

Together, you make your way back to the table where Quinn and Luke are both talking about something related to hockey. You’re the first to notice that the night has taken its toll, and everyone is starting to wind down.

After a minute of sitting, you all decide it's time to call it a night, having had your fill of laughter and drinks. The bar has become even more crowded, and the air is thick with a mix of music and voices, and you’re honestly sick of people. So, you bid farewell to the vibrant atmosphere, weaving your way through the crowd, and step out into the cool night.

Arm in arm, you and Jack make your way to the car, the others trailing behind. The drive home is filled with comfortable silence and the soft hum of the radio. As you arrive home, Jack parks the car, and you make your way inside, hand in hand.

Once you step through the door, Jack is quick to snake his arm around your waist.

“How about we ditch these losers and head upstairs.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you nod in agreement. You both make your way to the bedroom and have a quick shower, much to Jack's dismay and soon you’re slipping under the bed's covers.

Once you’re in, Jack pulls you into him, and you settle yourself into his warm embrace. You stay that way for a while, and pretty soon, you realize you’re losing the battle to the sleep demons.

Jack, of course, has already lost and is already knocked out. You smile at his serene state, knowing he always sleeps better when you’re with him. You gently peck his nose, watching as it scrunches up a bit, and settle deeper into his hold. It’s been a long day, and now, you’ll sleep.

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NEW LIFEWEAVER AND SYMMETRA LORE BITS FROM "REBUILDING RUINS"

So I got my copy of Heroes Ascendant today and THERE WERE SO MANY GOOD LITTLE MOMENTS IN THIS STORY I MUST gush I MUST

So here are some new bits of Symmetra and Lifeweaver lore that we got! I bolded my personal favorite ones. 😚

(spoilers!)

Satya and Niran "grew up together" as friends, so they were friends in childhood too, not just at a teen or university age.

Apparently when Satya would get overstimulated and need recovery time, Niran would keep people away from their room and tell them she was sick so she didn't have to face anyone 😭

He also used to hang out and watch her practice her dancing for hours on end, without ever getting tired of it.

Satya considered (possibly still considers) Niran her closest friend.

Niran is late to everything (CALLED this one). He's even late for their meeting LOL

"He looked good. Satya almost wished he didn't." Bits like this are going to feed my Symweaver ass for YEARS

Satya is (still) extremely hurt by Niran leaving all those years ago, and perceives it as him having left her, not just Vishkar. She still misses him dearly, even though they've been apart for eleven years.

Speaking of which, being apart for eleven years means Niran was twenty when he left the Academy. For all you fellow fic authors out there 😊

Satya's autism is stated, full-out, no dancing around it or talking about being on "the spectrum". They flat out say "her autism" in a sentence. Cool!

One of Niran's first questions upon reconnecting with Satya is if Vishkar is mistreating her, if she needs help. Of course she denies this, but...

Niran can read Satya's emotions without her saying them, and even while thinking she's hiding them 😭 Several times throughout the story she's surprised because he cuts right through her stoic bullshit and gets right to how she feels about something.

The Architech Academy was really overwhelming for Satya, and it sounds like they made no effort to accommodate her needs. Unsurprising, considering they didn't accommodate Niran's, either.

Vishkar fiercely discouraged her from stimming, instilling in her a fear of looking "immature, or distracted, or rude, or strange".

She gave a speech at graduation, then had to spend a full week in bed afterward to recover from all the stress. And there was no Niran to guard her by then ☹

Even now, she finds many things about Vishkar overstimulating and uncomfortable, such as her uniform's fabric, and her living quarters.

Satya called Niran "Bua" way back when, possibly the first person to use the nickname for him. Partway through the story the narration (from Satya's POV) actually switches to calling him that, which is cute.

The Arcology seems to have uh, basically no real protection against attacks... Null Sector just shows up on a train and starts blasting lol. This is something I address in my fic The Light You Deserve, so it was kinda funny to see that I was right in predicting that.

She feels comfortable enough around Niran by the end to stim around him without realizing it (apparently she taps her fingers together and twirls her hands in circles, I guess kind of like flapping). She immediately stops and is embarrassed when he points it out, but Niran encourages her instead. She then uncertainly stims in front of him, growing more relaxed and confident as she lets herself do so (this had to be my favorite part of the story).

Toward the end they double down on Satya's belief that she can change Vishkar from the inside (girl....) but then at the VERY end, Niran suggests she look more into the founder of Vishkar and his ideals, and then says that "The Arcology will be delighted to have you". SHE MIGHT DEFECT TO THE ARCOLOGY IN CANON AND BE WITH NIRAN HHHHH AAAA sorry this was supposed to be an unbiased list I'm cool I'm cool

AAAAAA I'M NOT COOL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THIS WAS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WANTED IN A STORY BETWEEN THEM okay minus the random Null Sector attack tbh that was weird

Anyway the very last line says that Satya now has "whenever she needed it, a friend to return to". So they're definitely gonna interact more going forward!!

#overwatch #lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee #symmetra #satya vaswani #overwatch heroes ascendant #overwatch spoilers

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angel-kyo · 2 months

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Pay it no mind

Part XVI (kinda? Idk. Explanation in the note.)

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. I would say reader is ooc in this one, or it might feel like that. I don't know. There are also mentions of a difficult family situation (awful father, deceased mother, etc.)... Oh, and this almost makes me look anti-Gojo (I'm not, though).

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV

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“Aomori?” you repeated in disbelief. Isn’t that like…?”

Haruki leaned forward on his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands in frustration. You watched his fingers bury themselves in his brown curls and tug them.

“It’s about a ten-hour bus ride or four hours in the train...” he said without looking at you. His eyes were on the table, and you could only see the top of his head. “That if I’m lucky… Which I am not, obviously,” he grumbled and lifted his head to look at you.

You two were at the coffee shop where he worked, or rather, used to work. He had submitted his resignation the day before.

“That’s far.” You were not sure of what else to say. The notice of his departure was coming in too sudden. Only a few days ago you had been talking about maybe meeting up on New Year’s Eve, and now he was leaving? “For… For how long?”

Ikeda looked outside and shrugged. “He’s transferring me there so I guess he means at least until the end of high school, and then…” he frowned. In fact, he was not sure of what would happen after that. “I’m sure that jerk will come up with something else.”

Haruki looked back at you and, realizing what he had said, quickly apologized for speaking like that in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe he did this behind my back. I knew he could not stand seeing me, but I never thought he would plan something like this and ambush me any other Tuesday.”

He sighed, and you looked at him with sympathy. It was the most distressed you had ever seen him, and the most upset too.

Haruki, who always looked happy and unbothered when he was with you, had only ever appeared uncomfortable, and sometimes even angered, when he spoke about his father. At first, you had believed they just did not get along, but it was more than that; Haruki had told you once that his father seemed to resent him since his mother left.

“I’ve never blamed her,” he told you one day while you waited for his train, “she was sick and he was never at home, but when he was, he was horrible to her.”

He had then showed you her picture. A beautiful woman with long brown hair and bright eyes a few shades clearer than her locks, smiling and hugging an eight-year-old Haruki; he had definitely gotten the looks from her, and it was evident she had loved him dearly.

Due to her illness, Haruki’s mother had passed away just a couple years after leaving her husband, before she was able to fulfill her promise to his son to come back for him. Hence, Haruki had ended up stuck with a resentful father who was almost never at home, but when he was, he was as horrible to his son as he had been to the mother he resembled. And now, he was sending him to live with his uncle in a distant prefecture to attend a new school.

He had given Haruki little less than a week to, and the boy quoted, “wrap up any business in Tokyo.”

Apparently, that included you, who did your best to comfort him, even if there was not much you could say or do.

“I will miss you,” Ikeda said after you assured him it would be alright and that two or three years would sure fly by, and then he would not need to listen to what his father or his uncle said. It seemed his mood had improved a little at that.

“I will miss you too,” you told him, still wrapping your head around the idea of not seeing him anymore.

If only you could see curses, maybe there would be another way out for you, maybe we could have more time.

You pushed that thought away. That was selfish thinking, was it not? Of course, you would not want Haruki to live in gore and pain as a sorcerer. There had to be better, more peaceful options for him somewhere.

“I like you a lot.” His words pulled you out of your head, and when your eyes focused on him, you noticed his face was flushed, but he was looking right at you. “I think I could have loved you. Not that I don’t now,” he smiled softly, “but in the way I wanted to love you.”

There was a tinge of sadness in his voice, but your heart was beating faster as he spoke. Did that mean you wanted to love him too?

“I…” you started, but he shook his head and smiled.

“It’s fine. I thought we had more time, so I did not tell you sooner, but now, I just realized I wanted to let you know in person.”

Haruki had not planned to confess that day. He was only going to tell you he was leaving and ask you to stay in touch but realizing that it might be the last time he was going to see you in, perhaps, a long time, he felt he needed to tell you. He had wanted to tell you since the first time you had accepted going out with him that summer, but he then thought it was better not to rush and just let your friendship take its course.

At the end of the day, people should honor their feelings.

That he believed whole-heartedly. That is why Gojo’s attitude had annoyed him, acting as a jealous boyfriend around you if he was nearby but still claiming to be just your friend. If he wanted more, he should admit it instead of doing whatever he thought he was doing that day he accompanied him to the station.

“Haruki, I like you too,” you said sincerely.

But do you like me as I like you? the boy wondered.

He would not ask you that as he would not ask for more at this point. What could he ask, that you waited for him? He was not that arrogant to believe you had to do it nor that idealistic to make promises he knew time could swallow. Knowing that you had cared about him was enough.

He gave you a closed-eye smile. “I’m so glad.”

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But saying it had not changed anything. You and Haruki had agreed to staying in touch and he had hugged you tightly before letting you go.

Maybe he knew we would drift apart.

You had kept texting and calling each other after that. Once he was with his uncle, he had given you his address, so you could exchange letters; he even sent you a few postcards with some pretty views around his new city. For a little while, you thought you could remain friends and just live on it, but his absence became increasingly painful, and when you both got busy with school again, and he was barely replying to your messages and his letters felt distant, the realization that maybe you had truly loved and lost was devastating.

It happened slowly but not painlessly. There was just never a good time for a quick call anymore, the messages were fewer and shorter, and you probably did not reply to the last one because there was nothing to say, and finally, the letters. Oh, the letters... Once funny and vibrant as your friend had been, they became nothing but curt and disappointing. It was hard to believe that two people who once had so much to talk about could barely bring themselves to write more than a few lines for each other.

I guess people can enter your life seamlessly, but they can hardly leave like that.

Your friends comforted you to their best, and Satoru made it his mission to ensure you would not feel lonely doing the things you liked anymore. Despite your protests, he attached himself to your hip as he had done it when you were kids, even on the days when you did not want to leave your room.

And when, months after Haruki’s departure, you sat down in front of the training fields, tired of waiting for a letter that would not come, Satoru held your hand firmly as you accepted your loss and stayed by your side unfaltering, the same way you would do for him when Suguru left you all later down the road.

That was how, as the seasons changed, you quietly let go of your friend who had been a child of the spring himself.

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Note: I almost did not want to include this part? I mean, I felt like the other guy needed some explaining, and as much as I enjoyed it, I would say this is almost a filler, so I'm sorry of it's bad. Anyways, if the next part is not the last one, it will sure bring us quite closer. I've not forgotten where I left Satoru, promise!

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XVII

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romana-after-dark · 7 months

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Bisexual!Dark!Santiago Garcia x fem!reader Bisexual!Dark!Frankie Morales x fem!readr Bisexual!Dark!William Miller x fem! reader

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Summary: Based on an request. I took a little liberty here and there. You are married to Santi and you and him dabble in CNC scenes. This time, Santi enlists the help of Will and Frankie. Slowly, things start to devolve, and things get heated between the three men that was not discussed prior. This culminates when you try to safeword and you find Will's fingers in your mouth.

Contenant And Warnings: WARNINGS! DDDNE!: CNC FANASY BUT IT TURNS NON CON, DONT BE FOOLED. This is not simple a cnc scene. Safe word is stopped and ignored. Acts happen between the men that while not involving read, reader did not consent to her husband engaging in sexual acts with anyone other than her. Santi is a little mean to Frankie but Frankie is into degrading. Dick too big to take, bisexual madness, calling Frankie a puppy, desperate and needy Frankie, unintentional edging and premature ejaculation, bukkake, penetration before properly wet. IDK I feel like there should be more? LMK if I missed anything.

*I do not take requests, but if you have ideas, I'm happy to hear them and might end up using it if it speaks to me*

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It all had started out as a simple fantasy, something you played with at night if Santi was gone or asleep; his life keeping him out at odd hours. Google said it was normal, having a rape fantasy; or non con/dub con as fanfiction called it, but in the real world it was just rape. Now, you didn’t want to be raped, let’s make that clear, and your husband was not a rapist, but the two of you had played around with some scenes where you were ‘forced’. Of course, the two of you always had safe words and signals that you weren’t afraid to use. You loved Santi dearly, he was everything to you and you appreciated that you could be open about your fantasies with him.

The idea had also been tossed around of sharing you with the guys. Santi’s best friend, Frankie, and the two Miller brothers were like family to you now, and you couldn’t deny they were all attractive, especially the older brother, Will. Will was tall, not as tall as Benny, but close, and he made up for it with insanely broad shoulders. He was handsome with kind eyes and you couldn’t deny you had wanted him mostly of all. Santi confirmed all the guys found you attractive as well. The sex hadn’t manifested yet, but after sharing a specific fantasy of yours, Santi had suggested this was the perfect opportunity to start.

Now, having all 4 of them would be a lot, so Santi talked to the guys first. Will and Frankie were interested, Benny was out. He said he was in for another scenario, but CNC just wasn’t his scene, no judgment.

The fantasy was simple. A home invasion. You weren’t going to know what day, but you’d go to bed with Santi as usual and wake up to 3 masked men beginning their assault on you. You had a safe word, of course: apple . You’d use that if you needed to.

Finally, the night came. Santi had given no clues as to when it would be, but you had assumed it would be night you didn’t work the next day. Generally, you hated your sleep interrupted, especially when you worked, so Santi planned it when you could sleep in nice and good the next day. Santi kissed you goodnight, cuddling you up in his arms like most nights and you fell asleep in his loving embrace.

You woke up to a gag in your mouth and hands pinned to the bed. You tried screaming, but only half-heartedly. You recognized Frankie’s soft curls around the handkerchief over his face, and knew right away what was going on. It was finally happening.

A firm hand slapped you before gripping your cheeks, forcing you to your husbands eyes. Will must be the one holding you down. “No need for that, bebecita” He chided. “We won’t hurt you if you behave, can you do that?”

This part was discussed, you were to keep quiet so they could take the gag out, allowing you to use the safe word if needed. Frankie was sitting back on his haunches between you spread open legs, looking hungrily between your barely clothed sex in your lacy underwear. You nodded for anti and he pulled down the gag, allowing you to get full breaths in as Frankie caressed your soft thighs.

“Please,” You beg them. “You can take what you want, please don’t hurt me! I have a husband.”

Frankie pulled down his sweat, freeing his massive cock from his pants and god, it lived up to the rumors. Big-dick Morales’s size was legendary, and you were getting wet just thinking about it.

“Oh baby, we’ll be taking what we want, don’t you worry.” He leaned in close, mouth up against your cheek. “You.” He nodded to Frankie, and with his leader's permission, Frankie pulled your panties aside and unceremoniously thrust into you in one go. You gasp, the air knocked out of you as you swear you felt him in your diaphragm. You weren’t properly wet and it stung, Frankies neediness taking over forethought for your preparation… but you adjust. You hear Will chuckle above you.

“Look at her, Fish. She can barely take you, how’s she supposed to take me?”

Oh. What’s that supposed to mean?

Frankie’s thrusts were desperate, his body folding over you in a whine as he ruts into you like a dog, panting like one too. “F-fuck, so pretty, so tight… o-ohmygooood.”

“Fuck her good, Frank” Santi demanded at the bedside. “Stretch her out for Will, don’t fucking cum yet.” What did Santi know that you didn’t? Was Will bigger than Frankie? How was that possible, and how could that even fit? Will’s grip was bruising at your wrists, his hips shifting and you could feel the head of his cock rubbing against where your head lay against his lap.

“Mmmhmm” Frankie moans. “I dunno if I can hold on much longer, Pope… please”

“Fish” Sternly, Santi warns him. “Don’t you fucking dare.” His hand skims over Frankie’s sweaty, bare back.

“Pope, I ca- ooohhhhh ” With a pathetic whine, Frankie’s hips stuttered and stalled inside you, filling you up with his warmth.

“God fucking dammit Frankie!” Santi shouted in faux anger, yanking Frankie off you and shoving him to lay on the. “Lay their and get yourself hard again, you pathetic old man. Will, help me flip her. Frankie’s going to watch.” The pressure from your wrists was released, and before you knew it the pair had moved you to your hands and knee.

Santi slid in without any problems, Frankie having stretched you out good, and Santi wasn’t small by any means either. “Your poor stretched out little hole.” Santi shoved your face in between Will’s legs, forcing you to feel his hardness even though his pants as he pumped you full. “Where’s your husband now, little girl? He still gonna want you after find out you let 3 strange men fuck you?” Above you, you could hear a wet smacking… were Santi and Will… No, he wouldn’t. You hadn’t discussed Santi kissing or touching others… he wouldn't do that without talking to you.

Santi was more deliberate in his movements. As your husband, he knew just where you hit to make out cry out; the sounds muffled by Will, Will’s musk in your nose as he thrust his hips at you for stimulation.

“Desperate girl.” Will mocked you. “I can hear your wet pussy from here.”

Frankie groaned, and Santi turned to see him just where he left him, on his back on the bed with his cock fully hard again in his hand. Santi grabbed your hair, pulling you up. “Will, take off your pants. Frankie, you weren’t very nice, were you? Not making her cum. Come give her a kiss to say sorry.”

Santi was on the verge of making you cum, your wall tightening up quickly as Frankie’s unintentional edging. Frankie crawling over to where Santi had forced your face to turn as he fucked you and did as he was told, kissing you sloppily. He was a good kisser, no holds barred, exploring your mouth with his skilled tongue and it felt like he was trying to devour you. You soon realize Santi’s intentions. Santi always had a plan, you see, every move was deliberate, intentional. You feel a new hand replace Santi’s and open your eyes to see Will’s hand fisted into Frankie’s curls as well. He held you both together as he knelt naked in front of you in all his golden god-like glory, pressing his hard member two your two pairs of lips.

“Fuuuuck” Will groaned deeply. “Yeah, make it nice and wet.” You continued making out with Frankie around Will’s thrusting cock when you finally came.

Everyone could feel when you did, Santi from your pulsing cunt to Frankie and Will from the way your jaw went slack, cumming so hard you collapse onto the bed, leaving Frankie to take Will’s cock.

“FUCK!” Santi pulled out quickly when you came, gripping both your ass cheeks and smacking them as he breathed heavy, trying not to cum. He couldn’t very well cum when he had chided Frankie for doing so. Not when he had a plan. “Enough of that.” By your hair, Santi pulled you up right, sucking bruises into your neck with his still-hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks. “Frankie, get on the ground, on your knees.” He continued playing with your body as Frankie moved, Will taking his place next to Santi. “Such a pretty little captive.” Santi shoved you back down, telling Will to do what he liked and he climbed off the bed.

Santi fisted his hands in Frankie’s hair and soon a room was filled with the soft gluck gluck gluck of Frankie getting throated. “Good puppy.” He praised. What was happening? Since when had your husband been gay? Why was he doing all these things you hadn't agreed too? You would have said yes, of course… but why didn’t he just ask?

Will, however, was taking his time. Always a patient man, he went last for a reason. He took his time undressing you fully, his heavy cock twitching in anticipation. “Beautiful, beautiful….” he murmured in reverence, fingers trailing all the way down your naked body. “I’ll go slow, princess. I promise.” He did, but it was still a lot, even after Frankie. Despite the slow start, when you had managed to take him all in he quickly sped up his actions. Fuck, it hurt. It didn’t stop hurting, tears falling down your checks even after an orgasm painfully opened your body up more. Will’s hands were all over you, groping and slapping and kneading, and it was all becoming too much. You tried to hold off, tried to wait until Will was done, but Will wasn’t going to be done anytime soon, was he?

William Miller was a patient man, after all.

It was too much, as your pillow grew wet with tears of pain, you began to say the safe word as will thumbed them away. “Ap- mmph!” Will shoved his fingers in your mouth and continued thrusting harder. You tried to talk, tried to communicate that you wanted to stop, but Will just laughed. “Putting up suck a pretty fight”

The fight was a part of the scene. Saying no was a part of the scene. The safe word was supposed to break it. You look to your husband, but he’s so lost in Frankie’s mouth he doesn’t notice. Another orgasm breaks, your body betraying you to Will’s assault.

“That’s number three, boys, I think I made up for Frankie.” He continued fucking into you and Santi yanked his friend off his cock, Frankie chasing him even still. “C’mon, puppy boy, other side of the bed.” He tugged the other man up by the collar of his shirt, and by the way he way panting from the face fuck, the puppy nicknamed seemed fitting.

Frankie knelt on the other side of the bed while Santi stood on his side, Will still fucking you. “Everyone ready?”

“Yes” Will, who only now removed his fingers from you. There was no point in safewording now.

“Y-es” Frankie choked out.

Will pulled out of you to your relieved sobs, the pain slowly starting to subside as the three men jerk their dicks in front of you, a chorus of moans from the men surrounding you. Their hot, warm cum coated your body in stickiness, creating a canvas of their own release on your skin.

It took a while for anyone to move, everyone laying on the bed with you as your mind reeled from what just happened. Will couldn’t have heard you, right? He never would had stopped you from saying your safe word if he knew, right?

Eventually, Santi drew you a bath and when he left, Will began stroking your hair. “Did so good, princess. So fucking good for us.” You wanted to vomit.

While in the bath, Santi and Will get Frankie to bed in another room, Will going to sleep with Frankie in his arms. You wouldn’t know that part, of course.

Santi cleans you off of all the cum, drains the bath and dries you off before laying you down in the bed. It was a palace of safety, your marital bed and now it was violated. Maybe you could convince Santiago it was time for a new mattress.

He dressed you in the warmest clothes, making sure you drank more water before laying down with you in his arms, cuddling like you had before this all started. “How was everything, bebita?”

Do you tell him? Do you tell him the man he trusted with his life, the man he trusted with you, the man who had saved him and Benny and Frankie countless times in the battlefield had violated you? How would you prove it? Would Santi believe you? You couldn’t bare it if Santi doubted you… and what if you were wrong? Accusing Will of something like that? Will was a good man, wasn’t he?

And what if you were right? What if Will did it on purpose? What if Santi believed you? How could you ruin one of his closest friendships? For something you weren't even sure was intentional… just like him getting his dick sucked by Frankie… it just happened. Unintentional. Thats it.

“Good, Santi. I’m just tired.”

Santi smiled at you, tucking you into bed and kissing your cheek. “I bet. You get your rest, mi chica perfecta. I’ll be right here.”

It was going to be fine, everything would be okay. It was a mistake, that’s all. A mistake. And him and the guys… it was just tonight. There was nothing to worry about. It was the heat of the moment. You close your eyes, letting sleep take you with Santi’s arms closely around your middle. It had to be a mistake, because Santi would never let anyone hurt you, ever.

What you didn’t know was Will heard you. Frankie heard you.

Santi heard you.

But they couldn’t stop. Not with Will destroying your sweet little pussy. Not with Santi jamming his cock down Frankie’s eager throat like they’d both wanted to for decades. It was all too good. They needed to cum on you, to mix themselves together in that way; a goresque take on blood brothers. All those years, all the sexual tension, the almost kisses, the nights they fisted their cocks to the thought of their friends mouths… but they could never admit it. They could never admit to themselves what they were; they needed a vessel, an interject. Something to conduct it all together so it wasn’t so goddamn blatant.

They needed this.

You needed this.

They needed you.

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fictitiousmagines · 8 months

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You've Already Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Part 4

You couldn't imagine my delight, when you invited me to a mid-day picnic after you poured your heart out to me in the stacks at Mooney's. I'd wanted to kiss you, so desperately, but heroes wait for their moment.

And you are a vision here in this bustling park, the pale blue sun dress and the same ole tote that you sling over your shoulder. You are a vision. You're effortless, in a way that people try to emulate but never quite measure up to.

You blush and babble as you unpack a spread of cheese, crackers and fruit. As you unpack, your most prized possession tumbles from the depths of your tote: your journal. You've mentioned in passing, that you draw and write in there and its the only time you feel like you can be yourself. I am Captain Ahab and your journal is my white whale.

"Oops," Y/N says while quickly stuffing it back in. Its a deep green with tattered corners but she touches it with such tenderness.

I hope you can be yourself with me, Y/N. I hope you can tell that I'm here to save you. I'm here to take care of you.

It was an absolutely perfect day: the picnic, the train back to our little part of New York City, the leisurely ride home, kissing you on your porch.

Your lips were so soft, Y/N. They're almost a drug. The way I got lost in the moment and buried my hands into your soft hair. Pulling away, you looked up at me with a look that only can be described as vulnerable. Beautiful. I wanted to take you right there. But instead I stroked your cheek with my thumb and reassured you that I had a wonderful time. That I couldn't wait to see you again.

When you texted me later that night, you pulled me out of my reading. But you are always a welcome distraction.

"Thanks again for the beautiful day together. Wanna grab a drink later this week? PS. I lost my journal, maybe on the train? I'm bummed! Does Mooney's sell blank journals?"

I don't answer because I immediately plan on buying you one and bringing it to you in the morning. A nice one. And each time you pour your soul into its pages, you'll think of me.

It was irresistible grabbing it out of your bag on the train. Your attention was on the loud commotion to your right. In an instant, it went from your bag, to my backpack. Hidden under the picnic blanket.

Maybe I'll buy you a new bag, one with a zipper. I don't want anyone pickpocketing you. Anyone could grab your wallet and get your personal information. I just wanna keep you safe. Not everyone is going to have your best intentions at heart. But I do.

I've been worried about you, Y/N. This is just my way of checking on you. I'm sure you're worried about overloading me. About having too much baggage, but you could never be too much for me. The more I read, the more fascinated I became.

I learned from your journal, new things but also things I only suspected. Like, that your dads care overwhelms you sometimes. Even though you love your dad dearly. That you worry that it might be time to put him in a home, even though your heart couldn't bear it. That your brother resists helping you, even though you work round the clock. That you miss your mother. And rereading The Outsiders makes you feel more connected to her.

Your art is always so gestural. So much feeling.

My heart stopped when I saw that you even wrote about me.

You wrote about meeting me at the shop. Our coffee together. And even about eating bodega sandwiches in the stacks of Mooney's. How I made you feel safe at that moment.

"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I like this guy Joe."

#joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg fanfic #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg imagine #joe goldberg imagines #joe goldberg #You imagine #you imagines #penn badgley x reader #penn badgley imagine #penn badgley

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dias-writing-corner · 9 months

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I keep thinking abt yandere ticci Toby that started off as childhood friends.

You meet him through his sister as the 2 of you were good friends long before you meet her brother. And sure you’ve heard Lyra mention how her brother is being bullied and about his Tourette’s through the school grapevine but you’ve never actually met the kid or even really seen him outside of pics or from afar.

Anyways when you meet him he’s this shy and awkward kid who’s a year or so under you and Lyra. But you don’t judge him for his Tourette’s or anything, you’ve always been a kind person like that. As you hang out with the two of them he starts getting this silly little puppy crush on you and Lyra teases both of you - separately - about it. But you blow her off as you just see him as a little brother.

Soon Lyra gets into her accident and dies. Leaving a hole in both yours and Toby’s lives and hearts. You spend more time with each other trying to remember her, you bring him homework he missed from staying home after her death and start to notice he’s more erratic with his behavior. Prone to outbursts or even aggressive behavior towards you. You can’t stand his self harm - even if he doesn’t feel what he’s doing to his hands - and he snaps at you when you press the issue too much. After you leave each time he lashes out at you Toby feels bad and beats himself up, after all he’s lost his sister, he doesn’t want to lose you as well.

But he eventually becomes so overcome with grief and anger he goes through with the murder of his step dad and burning the house down. And Slenderman wipes his memory of everything before his moment of retribution.

You notice the flames on your way to give him the latest bit of homework. Pressing harder on the gas until you stop your car in front of the building house, leaving the car you run up to the caution tape set up by police and the fire department. Falling to your knees in grief as you sob and scream his name, one arm covering your face as the other holds onto your opposite shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself.

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Years have passed yet you still hold onto the 2 Polaroids of your dearly departed friends. One was yours originally, the second was Lyra’s and the third that was Toby’s was assumed to have burned in the fire. The Polaroids were of a day you all went out and got ice cream and had fun like kids, one of the last times that happened before Lyra’s death.

Anyways you’d be well into college, perhaps junior or senior year? Focusing on studies has been hard for the past few months due to feeling like you’re being watched constantly. And quite honestly it’s starting to affect your grades. So you go out to the woods, to a part where the hiking path leads to a small clearing with one or two picnic tables. Settling down at one with your books and notes you try to let the sounds of the woods envelope you in peace and quiet to focus. Only for it to get a little too quiet and set off that feeling of being watched once more.

After a while you realize you’re not going to get much of anything done like this. You try to leave but as you get to the start of the path that leads home you find yourself stuck to a tree. Back digging into the harsh bark of the tree, a strange man with orange tinted goggles over the eyes and a strange mask covering the lower part of the face. You can hear the man breathe heavy, only one arm of his presses into you and holds you still.

Something in you tells you to keep quiet, an almost primal urge to make yourself as small as possible. You try to shrink into the tree behind you. Noticing the 2 deadly weapons fastened onto his hips, a small whimper escapes you as tears form in your eyes. He reaches down into his pocket and brings out a folded piece of film, unfolding it and showing you it. It’s crumpled around the edges and worn but you can still make out the smiling faces of a young Lyra Toby and you.

“H-how do you have that? It should’ve burned…” you ask in astonishment as tears threaten to fall from your eyes at the memories of your deceased friends.

The man’s neck twitches so hard you worry it’d snap, he doesn’t say anything and just points at young you in the picture. You nod your head and say “ye-yes that’s me..” assuming that’s what the man was asking. Using his free hand he tugs the goggles off his face and lets them rest in the messy brown hair atop his head.

Eyes crinkled in a sort of joy or maybe excitement as he finally speaks up. “F-f-found yo-ou”

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His skin is still sizzling when there's the sound of someone running towards Astarion.

It's been a few short minutes since Astarion had been forced to run for cover, the sun he'd come to love dearly now deadly with the last squirms of the tadpole that perished with its maker. He'd managed to find cover behind some crates, and failed to bite back pained whimpers as he struggled not to claw at himself.

"I have you, I have you." Blinded eyes frantically dart towards the direction of a familiar deep voice, and a cool hand cups the side of the spawns face. "You're safe, it's alright."

"It hurts..." It's such a pitiful whimper, but given the fact that at any moment he could harm himself with a mere tug, it seemed appropriate.

"Not for much longer." Gale's reassurance is all Astarion needs to hear, so for the moment he focuses on his breathing. It's not needed for what he is, but the motions have done wonders for his frazzled nerves since he was taught what felt like only yesterday, so in and out the air goes through a dead heart until Shadowheart kneels beside him. She does her best to heal the worst of it, burned skin turning from ashen grey slowly back to its normal pale shade, or at least parts of him anyways. He's still quite blind much to his disappointment, but the knowledge that Tav is nearby is a comfort, no matter how small.

"You'll need blood for the rest of this, I can't fix much more."

"I suppose I could do the rest of this myself." Astarion sniffs, and the cleric rolls her eyes in exasperation.

"Come on, there's a building not far from here that's still standing." Tav seems to have come from nowhere, draping a cloak the group was sure they had sold a while ago over the vampire. "This is the thickest one I had."

"Tav, darling, did I ever tell you how much I adore your little hoarding habit?" There's a snort as Astarion does his best to drape the heavy fabric around himself, grateful Gale is there to make sure it's done properly. They can hear the distant cries of citizens all over as they hurry towards the building, some sort of warehouse that is empty as Halsin wrenches the door open, only to pause with everyone else when vampire knowledge pops into their minds.

"I've never dealt with a vampire, but you're invited inside?" Shadowheart winced at how awkward she sounded, but for now Astarion doesn't tease, carefully reaching into the building and luckily finding no resistance. With that he's rushed inside, and there's a collective sigh as the tension of his potential demise is warded away.

"While it's not the hall of celebration I would have chosen, it will do." Jaheria hummed as she looked around, Minsc hovering by her side as always. "Let's go see if we can find some ale, I could do with a drink."

"Minsc and Boo approve of this idea!" The ranger grinned, and the duo set off while Halsin starts picking up fallen over tables and chairs.

"Where are we?" Astarion winces as he's set onto a chair, his back aching something fierce as he can hear random scraping of furniture.

"A warehouse, it'll do for now." Gale pats his leg, and Astarion can hear the humming of the Weave as Gale begins to do...something, if Shadowheart's soft sigh of awe said anything. "If we're to celebrate, it should at least look nice."

"I think he'll approve." Tav's footsteps are familiar to Astarion, the spawn tracking them go all around the room before eventually coming to sit beside him. "So, lets get you feeling a little bit better."

"Darling, I'm flattered." He can smell the soot from battle on Tav's barren arm that's soon placed in his hands, warm blood singing with the fury of a battle hard fought. The feeling seeps into his veins the moment Astarion bites down, each beat of Tav's heart fixing torn skin and making burns fade from view, the hero's smiling face emerging from his temporary blindness.

"There they are, I was missing that ruby gaze." Gale chuckled to himself, the basic bench Tav had been sitting on changing to marble with a plush cushion to catch their leader when they sink back with a pleased sigh.

"Silver tongue." With a kiss, Tav's arm is released, and the warm cloak is shed and placed over the other with a soft smile. "Thank you dear."

"Mhm..." Astarion can't help but gently pat the top of Tav's head, running his fingers through their soft hair before pulling back and carefully stretching his arms. His skin doesn't protest the movement, and the fear in his back of his mind melts away as he joins Gale at the closest table, and for a moment he takes in the first time they've had some actual peace.

No more rushing from battle to battle, no more chasing down the Absolute, no more fretting over saving the city.

Just peace.

"You'll walk in the sun again." Ruby eyes flicker over at the simple statement, and Gale can see the spike of desire at the thought that fades just as quick as it appears. "Not sure how to help with the water and invitations inside, but I'm sure with enough time and wine, I can fix that as well."

"How about one thing at a time, hm?" Gale's hands had never fully regained the warmth of life after he had died what felt like ages ago, but they were still warmer than Astarion's as he takes Gale's closet hand with a gentle noise, nearly lost in the lapping water a few feet away. "Your orb is more of a priority."

"Perhaps, but I always enjoy having multiple projects." He watches the spawn press a gentle kiss to the wound on the center of his palm, and once again his heart melts. "Will you come with me to Waterdeep?"

"Are you certain you want me?" The kisses climb up his hand slowly, little cuts from battle vanishing with each one, Halsin and Shadowheart's conversation across the room a welcome lull. "I don't think I've been to Waterdeep, could be fun."

"You're always welcome." The kisses stop when Astarion looks up, and the two hold a gaze before the vampire chuckles.

"You are too sweet." Gale rolls his eyes, and it's not long before Minsc and Jaheria have returned, having somehow found some intact ale barrels and some food.

The warehouse is filled with drunken heroes before long, all of them celebrating a fight that should have been impossible after such a long journey from that crash site weeks ago. Tav in particular tires out early, laughing at a tale Jaheria is entertaining everyone with while lounging on a bed Gale formed from thin air. They're resting against said wizard as they drain their cup once more, Astarion more than happy to pour their leader more drink as he sits on their other side, laughing when Tav finally toppled over into sleep.

"Whatever shall we do with you?" The vampire helped move them into a more comfortable position, and finally settles down himself as various members settle down around the large room for a well earned nap. The beating of their hearts are a comfort as Astarion watches as one by one they slip into sleep, pressing a kiss to Gale's forehead when he's the last to join his companions with a sleepy hum.

The saviors of Baldur's Gate sleep as the city and its people face the day with relief, and it's the first time they rest with utter peace.

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coppoladelrey · 2 years

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His Darling Wife

Summary: When Aemond’s lover threatens your family, you flee from your husband.

Aemond x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Violence, angst.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

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You’ve been married to the Targaryen Prince for almost a year now, you’re from a smaller House in the Reach, you have three brothers, and you are the youngest. Your mother is from Pentos, her family has a fortune so now your family has a lot of influence in Westeros. When your father told you that the King and Queen wanted you to marry their youngest son you didn't know what to think. But you and Aemond were able to become fast friends and with time, to love each other.

Even with the love you feel for one another you haven’t been able to conceive, that wasn’t entirely true, you had two pregnancies that ended in short of a month, and the Maester told you that it would take a while to fall pregnant again. But he was wrong because you were now pregnant a third time. You decided not to tell the Maester or Aemond for that matter.

“My love.” Aemond spoke coming to your chambers, you were getting ready for dinner with the Queen and Princess Heleana, you adored their company and they did yours.

“Where were you, my prince?” You turned to look at Aemond, you loved calling him ‘your prince’, and he loved hearing you say it.

“My brother has requested something of me, he and Heleana are to be married and he wants me to get the best wine in all of Essos, to give her as a gift.” You looked at Aemond incredulously.

“Aegon asked you to do that?” You snickered, there wasn’t a single bone in Aegon’s body to make him so considerate.

“It was a strange phenomenon, I was talking to my brother but I could only hear my mother.” You got up from the chair you were sitting, happy with your appearance. You came closer to Aemond and put your hand on his face, he leaned into your touch.

“Then you should go, anything to make your sister happy.” Aemond smiled at your statement, he loved the fact that you loved his sister.

“I’ll return in a fortnight, maybe less.” It was his turn to kiss you and it always took your breath away, you thanked the gods every day for having Aemond as your husband.

“Come back to me, my love.” Aemond caressed your face, he never tired to look at your beauty.

“I always do.” He left your chambers and you went to meet with the Queen and the Princess.

It didn't take long to get to the Queen’s chambers, you were wearing a green dress that the Queen gifted you, it was so pretty and comfortable. Ser Criston Cole opened the doors for you, and Heleana was the first to see you, she ran to you and hugged you tightly, and you hugged her back.

“I missed you, Y/N.” She mused, you smiled at her sweetness.

“We’ve seen each other at breakfast, Heleana.”

“Still too long, come sit.” The princess dragged you and you sat down in front of Queen Alicent, even knowing that she likes you and even pushed for your marriage with Aemond, she still intimidated you, she was the Queen after all.

“How are you, Y/N? Are you excited about your mother’s visit?” Alicent reached your hand and squeezed gently, with a genuine smile on her face.

“Very, I miss her dearly.” One of your brothers was on the Kinguards as well so your mother was able to come to Kings Landing more times throughout the year.

“At what time does she arrive?” Healena inquired, she also really liked your mother. Your mother shared her fascination with spiders, the same as the Princess.

“She won’t be long, I believe at dawn.” You smiled at the Princess’ reaction, she was clapping excitingly.

The dinner was nice, you and the Queen talked about many different subjects while Heleana was playing with her animals. After a couple of hours, you retired to your chambers, you knew the nights without Aemond would be long, sleeping without him made you restless. But you were able to sleep, not well but you did. The first rays of sunshine were peeking through your window, you heard the servants entering your chambers, this part of the morning was your favourite, especially with your mother coming.

You were ready for the day when the Maester came into your chambers, it was unusual for him to appear in your chambers, but you saw a scroll in his hand.

“A raven came for you in the night, my Princess.” He bowed and gave the scroll to you.

“Thank you, Maester.” He left you with the servants after that.

You thought that the message would be from your mother, the raven probably got lost but when you opened the scroll your heart sank.

“I am your husband’s mistress, his one true love. Whispers came to me, that you try to take him away from me. Know this, you shall produce no heirs if you take him away from me, I already took two, a witch’s word is a promise.

Alys Rivers.”

You couldn’t believe what you were reading, Aemond has a mistress and she was the one that ended your pregnancies. Your head was spinning, you didn't know what to do.

“Fetch me my Lady Mother, please.” The servants felt the urgency in your voice and obliged.

Your family in Pentos, many centuries ago was almost wiped out due to witches your mother told you many stories as well as your grandfather, your family always said ‘Don’t have dealings with witches.’ You were afraid, you were crying, and you could not lose this son as well.

In five minutes your mother was in your chambers, it felt like an eternity. Once the doors were opened you ran towards her and cried.

“My sweet daughter, you scare me. What happened to leave you in such a state?” Your mother knows you to be strong, she’s never seen you so desperate, so sad, it was heartbreaking for a mother.

“Mother, Aemond has a mistress.” Your mother snickered, you knew what she felt about mistresses.

“Never mind that, they all do. The most important thing is to make sure that your husband only has eyes for you.” Your mother started stroking your hair, being from a completely different culture, your mother talked to you extensively about how to please your husband, how not to just lay there, to participate in the act.

“Mother, she’s a witch.” Your mother froze, you gave her the message that the Maester delivered to you this morning.

“She already took two of my sons, I won’t let her take this one as well.” You started crying again, now your mother truly understood the gravity of the situation.

“Does anyone know that you are with child?” You knew that look, she was planning something, and you shook your head. “Good, I haven’t seen your husband. He’s not here?” She inquired.

“No, Healena is to marry Aegon, he went to buy her a present.” You replied through tears, your hand went to your belly, you needed to protect your unborn son.

“You are going to your grandpapa’s castle, at dusk go to the dockyard and your brother will guide you to the boat.” Her plan made sense, word would reach Aemond’s mistress and she would leave you and your family alone.

“What about Aemond? He will try to find me.” Your mother gave you a spine-chilling look.

“If his mistress feels so emboldened to write these threats, she has a Prince to defend her.” Her words held so much contempt, you remember Aemond saying that he never wished to be married but you changed his views. “He might be like his uncle, I knew the Lady he married, it wasn’t an accident.” Her words made you so afraid of Aemond, you were never afraid of him, not even on your wedding night.

“Mother…” You wanted to defend Aemond, but you didn't find the words.

“I’ll tell Alicent that you don’t feel well, wait for your brother.” With that she left, taking the note with her.

You were thinking about your marriage with Aemond up to this point, he gave you no indication that he disliked you, quite the contrary.

“Please be gentle, Aemond.” He could barely hear your words, you were shaking from the fear of a man seeing you naked for the first time and from the anticipation.

“I will never hurt you, wife.” His lips found yours, he was nothing but tender that night.

The emotions from this morning made you sleep all day, you were woken up by a faint knock on your door, and when you opened you saw your brother.

“Are you alright, sister? Mother told me everything.” Robert was the brother you were the closest, to due to age as well as him being in Kings Landing with you.

“We must go.” Robert gave you a cloak and guided you to the dockyards, you were scared of getting caught, if someone found out that your brother was trying to take you away, only the seven knows what would be done to him.

But everything went well, you arrived at your family’s boat and it would be a long journey to your grandfather’s castle in Pentos.

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At the castle, the Queen and Princess Heleana were worried about you, but your mother assured them that all you needed was rest. They thought nothing of it because they knew how excited you were to see your mother. Princess Heleana was so happy to see your mother’s collection of spiders, she brought it just for the Princess to see.

It took two days for Alicent to become too worried to finally visit your chambers, she did not talk to your mother, and she started to have a feeling that your mother hiding something. So Alicent went to your chambers, she gasped when she didn't find you. She quickly alerted the Kingsguard and in a matter of minutes, everyone in the castle knew.

“Princess Y/N is missing, go through the city and find her.” She commanded all of the soldiers and the Kingsguards. Alicent was so worried about you, she also alerted your mother, your mother gave a great performance, and the Queen didn't suspect your mother.

The search went on for days, but there was no sign of you. Alicent was in a panicked state, she sent a raven to her son but it mustn’t reach him in time. That’s she heard Vhagar’s roar, she had to tell Aemond what happened, Alicent was dreading it.

“Mother, why the long faces and all of this commotion I see?” Aemond was ecstatic to be home again, he couldn’t wait to be in his wife’s warm embrace.

“Aemond…” Alicent had no idea how to tell her son that you were missing, his darling wife. He saw his mother crying and tensed up. His mother never cried.

“What is wrong, Mother.” He was imagining the worst.

“It’s Y/N, she disappeared. A search has been going on, no one has seen her, her mother, or her brother. We are assuming the worst.” He could not believe his mother’s words, it was a cruel prank that you and his mother were pulling.

“Which is?” His face was unreadable, hiding his inner turmoil very well.

“Rumours had started but I shut them off quickly, that Y/N ran away with a lover.” Aemond scoffed at those rumours, they didn't know you. “Or that she died.” When those words left his mother’s lips he left.

“Aemond!” His mother yelled, but he needed to see your mother.

Aemond went straight to your mother’s chambers, he found Robert and your mother talking.

“Prince Aemond.” Both your mother and Robert curtsied him.

“Where is Y/N?” Your husband simply asked, he knew that if you left your mother would know something about it.

“I do not know, Y/N told me she wasn’t feeling well and she was gone.” Robert didn't look at the Prince, who hummed.

Aemond left without saying another word.

“What are you giggling about?” Aemond was in bed with you, he dedicated at least one day to staying in bed with you.

“My mother is planning something and she needs my help.” You looked at Aemond, he loved your smile, and he would give anything to see it every day of his life.

“Should I be worried about your mother’s scheming?” Aemond kissed your shoulder, he didn't wear his eye patch with you anymore.

“Only if you are the one that she’s scheming against, my Prince.” Aemond kissed you and laid you in bed again.

Aemond took Vhagar and decided to look for you himself, he’s not gonna stop until he finds you.

In Pentos - Months Later

It was hard for you to walk now, your son was due any day. You missed Aemond every single day despite your mother’s words, she was still in Kings Landing, and she was sending ravens every fortnight.

“My sweet granddaughter, you shouldn’t be walking.” Your grandfather, Iliryo found you.

“If I stay in my chambers, I will slowly go insane, grandpapa.” He kissed your forehead, he has been throwing banquets to celebrate the arrival of his great-grandson almost every day.

“Do not strain yourself, my first great-grandson will be born soon.”

In Kings Landing

Aemond couldn’t find you, but he never lost hope. He started spying on your mother and your brother. He started to doubt them once he found out your father wasn’t coming, you were his favourite if you were in true danger he would’ve been here. Aemond started intercepting all of your mother’s ravens, most of them were to your father, nothing mentioning you.

But one day he was lucky, he intercepted the right one, it read:

“How happy I am, I will be there for the happiest occasion. I wonder what his name will be, you must tell me once we see each other.”

Aemond was furious, your mother was hiding his wife from him. He decided to confront your mother at once. He ran towards your mother’s chambers, he found the servants putting her clothes away.

“Leaving, my dear mother? Your daughter hasn’t been found yet unless there is something I do not know.” The servants were nervous, they were intimidated by Aemond. “Leave us.” He declares, the servants do not need to be told twice.

“I left my house unattended for too long, as much as it pains me I must leave.” Your mother wasn’t scared of Aemond, not even a little bit.

“Yes, for the happiest occasion.” Aemond raises the message meant for you. “I wonder what that would be?” Your mother snatched the message from his fingers.

“The fact that you are a Prince does not give you the right to read my messages.” Your mother knew that he could do whatever he wanted, but it doesn’t make it right.

“Where is my wife, Lysanne?” He didn't have any patience anymore, he needed to find you.

“You’ll never know, declare her dead and you shall be free to marry again.” Aemond was taken aback by his mother-in-law’s antics.

“I love my wife, I would never want another.” He was being truthful, but your mother didn't believe the Prince.

Your mother retrieved the message that Alys Rivers sent to you.

“For some reason, I do not believe your words.” Your mother said before handing Aemond the message. Aemond read the message and left without saying anything.

In Pentos - Weeks Later

The pain started the same day that your mother arrived, your son was coming. The castle in a few minutes was in a frenzy, the midwives were rushing to your side and your mother was comforting you. The pain is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you knew childbirth was difficult but this was something completely different.

“There’s two of them.” The midwife announced the first one was almost here. It gave you the strength to push once more.

You heard the cries, tears were running down your cheeks.

“A boy.” Your mother announced. She brought the baby to you, he looked just like Aemond you thought.

Your mother started tending to your son, while your second baby wanted to come out as well. The second came out much quicker, but just as painful. Your mother wrapped blue silk around your son’s arm, to distinguish him from his brother.

“Another son, my Lady.” The midwife hands you the second baby, you couldn't be happier, you have two healthy sons, twins.

The only thing that would make it better was having your Aemond to meet his sons, but you couldn’t that witch would take them away. Your mother didn't share any news about Aemond, she didn't want to make you sad. You started feeding your sons, you were so tired that you were nodding off. As soon as they finished eating, your mother put them to sleep in a cradle near you, the rest was not only deserved it was more than necessary.

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Six months passed and your boys were strong, you named them Maekar and Aenys. They had their father’s hair and violet eyes, it was as if they didn't come from you at all, only Aemond. You were now looking at the sea from your chambers, you missed your husband so much. You laid awake thinking about him, and unpleasant thoughts of him and that witch together. You heard what you thought to be Vhagar in a distance, but you thought it was your mind playing cruel tricks on you.

It turns out that it wasn’t your mind, it was Vhagar and she landed on the ceiling of the castle and there he was, Aemond he looked as handsome as you remembered. You started to panic, the witch was going to kill your sons.

“You must leave.” You yelled at Aemond, before he was able to get anywhere near you.

“Do not worry, my love. Nothing is going to happen.” He kept trying to hug you, you were slapping his arms away, but he wasn’t deterred. He hugged you once you gave up.

“Your mistress, she’s a witch, she killed two of our sons, she…she…” Aemond was shushing you, he’s never seen you so distressed.

“I killed her.” Aemond simply stated, you looked at him dumbfounded. “She was angry at me for ending things, no one harms my family.” As if on cue, Aenys started crying and you could see Aemond froze.

“Was that the reason you left?” He asked, you could see tears starting to form in his eye.

“I couldn’t let her harm any more of our sons.” You guided him to your chambers.

“Sons?” Aemond whispers.

“This is Maekar.” You pointed at the sleeping babe, whilst you picked up Aenys. “This is Aenys.” You handed him his youngest son, he stopped crying immediately.

“I apologise for putting you in this situation, you can come home now.” He put his forehead against yours. “I love you, my darling wife.” He expressed.

“I love you, my Prince.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond x reader #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

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lolasimms · 1 year

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a lots gonna change pt.4

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues and things change.

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Your home felt lighter with the presence of your sister. She'd spent the better part of her visit getting her niece to warm up to her. The crisp spring weather allowed for the four of you to indulge in picnics, spend time at the beach and shop at different farmers markets.

Lila had taken an instant liking to your sister, and you were glad to see the two get along. While Nara was here, you're sure she attended at least 15 tea parties over the course of two weeks, who's to say she didn't enjoy them, after all she loved the role of Aunt.When the day came, you were sad to see her go, but nobody expected the outburst Lila was to cause when she caught wind of her aunts departure. She whined and whined, which made Nara feel guilty but you quickly promised that she'd be able to visit her soon enough. As a treat, Ellie agreed that Lila come with her to the airport to see off her aunt, and to your surprise she was happy with the compromise.

The house felt hollow without the extra presence of your sister, making you feel somewhat sad. The days following her departure felt like the feeling when you'd return from a vacation, and long to go back, home not feeling like it usually did. Except the vacation in question was Nara. You missed your sister dearly and the quietness of the house wasn't helping.

It was now 12 in the afternoon and you were sat on one of the bar stools, eating away at a tasteless bowl of soggy oats. Ellie had set out for an early workout around 8, so she would be back anytime now. You were surprised however, when you hadn't heard any noise from your daughter, which was weird, as she was usually up before you on most mornings. You shrug it off, thinking maybe it's just the hard work and play from preschool that's got her burnt out, after all she was still settling into the routine of consistently attending school. You gaze outside the window, that grants you access to the backyard and smile once you notice your cherry trees had begun to bloom. You'd make a reminder to show Lila once she'd awoken.

You're scrolling on your phone, looking through emails when you are startled by a set of hands grabbing at your waist and the loud sound of ...

"Boo!" Ellie laughs as you shriek loudly in fear.

"What the fuck, was that for" you groan as you clutch your chest , the rate of your heartbeat increasing from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

"I'm sorry baby it was the perfect moment, I had too" she laughs, bringing her head down to kiss you. You accept it and then pull back taking a look at her. Her hair is damp with sweat, and her face is flushed red.

"Whatever, I'll only forgive you cause you look really good right now" you roll your eyes at her as she gives you the biggest smirk.

"Really, you like me all hot and sweaty?" She's returned to kissing you, while also speaking into your mouth, which leaves you all hot and bothered.

"Yeah" you squeak, causing her to laugh at how much of an effect she has on you post workout.

"Where's Lila?" She questions, as she moves to the fridge, and reaches for the water pitcher.

"I think she's still sleeping"

"Really, she's usually up at like 6, that's not like her" she lifts the glass up to her mouth, her eyebrows remain raised.

"That's true, I should probably go check on her" you make your way off of the bar stool and rush up the stairs to Lila's room.

You open the door and hear her whispering, letting you know that she's awake. You enter, expecting her to stand from her crib and call out to you but instead, she stays lying down and you can faintly hear her gurgling.

"Lila?" You ask as you walk towards her crib. Lila turns her little face towards you, and you're immediately filled with worry. Her face is red and she's breathing heavily while small tears drip down her cheeks.

"Baby?" You rush to pick her up. Your baby's skin is burning hot, and you can tell she's got a fever.

You go into to Lila's bathroom as fast as you can in search of a wash cloth. Once you've found it you wet the cloth with cool water and dart back to the crib to wash your daughter's face with it. She murmurs quietly, but doesn't fight off the cloth, nor does she pull it to her face.

Pity swells deep in your belly as you watch your daughter tiredly yawn. Lila is usually picky with water, she either loves it or she hates it. So seeing such a neutral reaction from her is odd, this isn't like her at all.

You finish wiping her face, and she is coated in sweat. Her breathing is still ragged and she continuously takes deep breaths, fighting for air and that's the final straw for you.

Despite the weight of your daughter, you quickly make your way down the stairs, to the kitchen where Ellie is stood, looking down at the stove. "Baby!" you call out to her.

She lurches forward at the sound of your panicked voice and turns. "What's wrong y/n?" She asks, shocked. "What's wrong?" She asks, again, rushing over to you as you make your way towards her, with your sickly child in your arms.

"It's Lila," you say, trying to keep the stress out of your voice. "She's really feverish, sweaty, she seems to be in pain, she's struggling to breathe..."you say as you look down at her.

Her face goes ashen. "Let me see her," she says, already reaching out her toned arms.

Lila whines as you hand her over to Ellie and she takes her in her arms. She rubs a hand across her forehead. Her eyebrows creasing.

"I'm going to make a doctor's appointment" she sighs.

Lila's paediatrician came to the conclusion that it was just a common cold, and her breathing would be compromised because of some nasal damage she had endured during her birth. Both you and Ellie were instructed to keep watch on her and ensure she was medicated every few hours. You found that your daughter was extremely irritable when sick, refusing to let you or Ellie engage in any activities that did not include giving her attention. Unfortunately for her, the weekend was coming to an end meaning you'd be returning to work the next day.

"Sleep with momma ?" Lila asks Ellie as she carry's her up the stairs. Her head rests on her shoulder, giving you a view of your daughter's tired face, as you follow behind them.

"No baby, you've got to sleep in your crib and be a big girl" as soon as the words leave her mouth, she begins to whine. You couldn't wait until this sickness passed so her clinginess would stop. Ellie sighs and begins to rub her back, just as you make it to the top of the staircase.

"Fine, you'll sleep with us, baby. Don't cry" she gives in to her and she tiredly smiles over her shoulder. You make it into the bedroom, and Ellie changes her into a comfortable set of pyjamas whilst you slip into your night gown.

The three of you sleep together throughout the night, keeping your child calm and soothed whenever she'd cough, sneeze or heave. Lila's tears eventually fade, and she relaxes between the two of you, drifting into a restless sleep.

Ellie's eyes nearly gleam pure green in the dark of the room, as she lifts her head to look you in the eyes. "I... she begins. "I never knew it was possible to love someone this much" she whispers, so as to keep Lila from waking up. "I adore her so much, she's...she's the best thing to have ever happened to me, aside from you."

She reaches out to stroke Lila's face, and her sleeping form nuzzles into her. "I'm so lucky, so so lucky, to have the two of you in my life." She gives the statement, a pang of guilt surges throughout her body, seeing the irony behind her claims.

You smile at her and speak. "M-me too..."

"I never knew it was possible to love someone as strongly as I do you and her," you whisper, as you press your cheek against her hand. She strokes your skin with her thumb before letting go and smiling at you.

"I love you, so much" she whispers gently"

"I love you more" you reply, slowly shutting your eyes and holding a protective arm over your daughter that reaches Ellie. She takes your hand and you fall asleep this way.

Once you're beaten by sleep, Ellie slowly treks down the staircase and retreats to the outdoor patio. Your words cause guilt to spread within her, making her feel like a piece of shit. She was selfish and she knew it, the only thing that let her sleep most nights was denial, denial that what she was doing was wrong. She knew it was time. She had finally decided that tonight she would cut all ties with her. Her, the other woman that is. She contemplates on whether or not she wants to do it, looking down at the contact name with a sickness. The look on your face as you confessed your love and dedication to both her and her child pops into her mind and she finally presses dial.

"Ellie?" Her voice rings through her ears, she can tell she had been sleeping.

"Hi, I- we need to talk"

"Oh- ok... I?" she rambles on, and she can't help but feel even more guilty. She was destroying two lives and it never registered to her that Amelia too had feelings.

"Look, this needs to end, for real this time." Ellie finally lets the words come out of her mouth.

"You said that last time, and still fucked me the next day" she laughs, not taking her words to be serious.

"No, I - I mean it this time. I have a kid and a wife, who I very much love."

"If you really loved her, you wouldn't have cheated on her for what... 5 months straight?" She's being a smart ass, as she knows it will get to her.

"I don't care ok, I'm done. I realised now that this was a huge mistake, I love her and my daughter and I can't keep being selfish, we're done. I don't want us to be on bad terms, if you want some money I'll give it to you, whatever you want just leave my family alone" the silence is deafening and she sits their waiting for a reply from her.

"Fine. But just so you know Ellie, you're making a big mistake." She scoffs and ends the call immediately. Deleting her contact off of her phone and shakes her head, who did she think she was to threaten her? Although she's angry she also feels like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders, and she can now be the mother and wife both you and Lila deserve. Her affair was just a minor bump in the road, nobody needed to know about it. It was a secret she would have to carry to her grave.

She returns to the bedroom to find Lila fast asleep, with her hands gripping your nightgown, she slowly shuts the door behind her and makes her way to the bed. She sets herself down slowly, as to not wake the both of you up but you are risen from your sleep when you hear the rustling of the comforter.

"Honey?" You question tiredly as you squint, trying to make of her shadowed figure.

"Shhh, go back to bed baby" she whispers, while sweetly stroking your shoulders and you obey.

"She'll be fine, just go or you'll be late to work" Ellie is-currently shooing you from the house, as you're reluctant on whether or not you should call off work for Lila's sake. She assures you that she'll be fine and you finally give in and make your way out the door.

"It's very interesting, it's so good to have someone so passionate on this topic to talk to, all my friends think I'm a bore" Abby says, as the both of you chat away in your office.

"I 100% agree, my partner previously worked in this field but now she thinks it's a mundane line of work, which to me is quite offensive" you say, making sure to mock Ellie's voice at just the right pitch.

"You're kidding?" She feigns shocked.

"No I swear, she said it was boring. Which is why she switched to pursuing law, she always been good at arguments."

"She sounds pretentious" she says, with a smile.

"Oh she is, but in the best way possible" you say, a smile on your face just thinking about your wife.

Abby hums and the two of you are interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, the vibrations coming from inside your desks draw compartment. You apologise to Abby for the interruption and pull your phone out to check on who was calling.

Incoming call, Ellie

"Speaking of the devil, she's calling right now, excuse me for a sec" she silently nods, at your request and you answer the call.

"Everything okay honey?"

"No, Lila won't stop crying, she says she wants you" she sounds exhausted and you can hear the sounds of your child crying in the background.

"Babe, I can't leave work right now" you retort, smiling at Abby as she looks at you with raised eyebrows, her way of teasing.

"So what do I do, she won't stop?" Ellie sounds desperate and you wish dearly to put her out of her misery, but you couldn't leave work, it was only your second week back and you wanted to make up for the year you had spent away.

"Why don't you bring her here, come for a little visit. It's almost my lunch break anyways" she sighs and agrees, and you're happy to come to a conclusion that benefits all.

"Everything okay?" Abby asks as you set your phone down on the desk.

"Yeah, just my kid. She's been sick recently and she wants to see me. Her moms going to bring her over... probably spend my lunch break with them" she gives a strange pout and you smile at her, confused.

"What's the pout for?" You question, bringing your hands to sit under your chin.

"We always spend lunch break together" you swallow at that, was she trying to flirt with you?

"Oh my god" you shake your head at her silliness.

"What? It's true. How could you put your daughter over me?" She pretends to act offended, which only makes you laugh.

"Your funny, plus I would never put my daughter over you, what kind of mother would that make me?" You play along with her joke and she can't help but smile bashfully at you.

Abby decided to leave you to complete some work, and you were certainly relieved when she made her way out of your office. Sure she was nice, but you couldn't help but feel like she was getting a tad bit too friendly. She knew you were in a relationship right? It's not like you hadn't brought up the fact that you had a wife and a child more than once, so why did she feel comfortable just openly flirting with you?

The sound of your desk phone rings and you reach for it and answer.

"Ms. Y/ln, speaking how can I help you?"

"Y/n, this is Uyen, your wife is here requesting to see you, should I let her up?"

"Ofcourse"

Your office door opens, and in comes Ellie, with a tired looking Lila sat in her arms, her other hand carries a bag of what you were assuming was takeout.

"Mommy" Lila reaches out to you and you happily walk over to Ellie and take her into your arms. You kiss her temple and lean forward towards Ellie. She meets you halfway for a brief kiss and then proceeds to kiss your temple.

"I got you lunch, figured it would be easier than leaving" she says as she places the brown paper bag on the coffee table.

"Thanks honey, how's her fever?" You ask as you sit down on the couch and press your hands on Lila's neck and forehead.

"Fevers going down but her nose is still blocked"

"Poor thing" you say, looking down at your daughter who's head is tucked into your chest. Ellie makes quick work at opening the paper bag and handing you three different boxes of food.

"Stir fry?" You question.

"And spring rolls and dumplings and a fortune cookie" she smiles, knowing these were your favourites.

"I could kiss you right now!" You exclaim.

"Please do" she smirks, before setting the wooden cutlery down and leaning in for a kiss, you lean towards her to grant her her wish. Lila whines again and you roll your eyes at her theatrics.

"Can I put you down on the armchair, so I can eat?" You question and she shakes he head, no.

"So I can't eat my lunch?" You feign shocked at the drama she's putting on display.

"Stay with mommy" she holds onto you tighter and you sigh. You'd be eating lunch with a toddler in your lap and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Lila give mommy a break" Ellie says and she simply looks at her and musters the best eye roll she can. Both you and Ellie are amazed at her attitude and can't help but laugh.

"Where did she learn that?" She asks, her eyes wide and bewildered by her daughters newfound display of attitude.

"I don't even know" you laugh, then cover your mouth. This wasn't the kind of behaviour you would want her to think was okay, but you'd let it slide only because she was sick and easily irritable. You continue eating, occasionally feeding Lila, whenever she'd allow you to. You take a sip of your bottled water, when there's a knock at your office door.

"Am I interrupting?" Abby asks as she walks into the office, with a grin on her face.

"Oh of-course not Abby, have a seat" you say, slightly glancing to Ellie who is seated next to you, expressionless. Abby sits on the armchair opposite the couch and smiles at Ellie.

"This is my wife, Ellie and this is my very grumpy daughter, Lila" you lift Lila's hands and wave to Abby. She irritably brings it back down and nuzzles deeper into you.

"Nice to meet you Ellie, and Lila, she's very cute" you whisper a small thank you. And Ellie finally breaks her silence.

"Nice to meet you to Abby" she says and Abby nods at her.

"I didn't want to break our tradition so I figured I'd bring you a cupcake from the cafe" Abby holds out the clear box and you delightfully accept the treat.

"Oh, thank-you, I was craving one of these all day" you inspect the cupcake and place it on the coffee table.

"What's your tradition?" Ellie interrupts, looking from you to Abby.

"Oh y/n and I spend our lunch breaks together, at the cafe downstairs, they've got great food" Abby says and Ellie nods.

"We'll, just thought I'd deliver the treat to you myself. But I should get going, wouldn't want to interrupt family time" she stands up and shakes Ellie's hand and then makes her way over to you, leaving a kiss on your cheek. If you could, you're sure you would be blushing from embarrassment. Abby leaves the office and Ellie's fists are clenched.

"I don't like her" she mutters, turning to look at you.

"Ellie, I-" you're cut off before you can even complete your sentence.

"Who the fuck is she to be bringing you TrEaTs" she mocks Abby's voice.

"Are you seriously mad?" You're laughing now, the fact that she found there to be any competition between herself and Abby was humorous to you.

"Yes and the kiss on the cheek, really?" You shift Lila in your laps and continue looking at Ellie.

"Everyone does that it's etiquette"

"Fuck etiquette, this isn't France" you can't help but laugh at her clever joke.

"Enough of that, can we just enjoy the rest of our lunch break in peace? As a family" you make sure to add in the last part as you know it will coax her well enough to drop the subject of Abby.

"Fine" she mumbles, trying to suppress a smile. You shake your head at her pettiness and reach for your fortune cookie.

"Okay fortune cookie time, but remember we can't tell each other okay?" She reaches for her cookie and nods.

'Your road to glory will be rocky, but fulfilling'

"Oooo mine is really good, what about yours baby?" You question as you scrunch your fortune and make a mental note to remember it. Ellie opens her cookie and proceeds to read her fortune.

'A guilty conscience, needs no accuser'

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