#hmm maybe it was another doctors office?

[belle-of-a-time]

I think I told yall that my Dr’s office was very confused when I called to check in about the wheelchair and hip brace I requested they ask my insurance about, I have an appointment in an hour to talk about it again and if they lose the paperwork again I will be losing It.

#I want a wheelchair so I can play with my friends when I go to conventions instead of having to find a couch to park myself on for #the majority of every single day #I could just buy one but the one I was looking at is 400$ which isn’t unreasonable #and all things considered is actually very cheap for a wheelchair #my mom despite us actually talking and me telling her that I don’t want to rely on anyone to push me around #and that I want to control where I go still decided a rollator was better even though like I’d rather use my cane than a walker #and when you sit on it it’s just a transfer chair and you have no real control over where you go #which is frustrating #I talked to them in September and for like two months I was like huh #I guess insurance is just taking a long time #only to call about other things and get told #hmm maybe it was another doctors office? #like No in fact I actually hate onboarding with doctors and establishing care #I’ve been going to the same place different doctors for a year now with my first visit in like March of last year #i’m just pissed #wish me luck

[luvvyouforever]

harvey (sdv) - nsfw alphabet <3

-> there is not nearly enough harvey content on tumblr for my liking. SO two harvey posts in a row, yes i do believe. and i do love reading an sfw/nsfw alphabet so of course i have to provide for our favorite nerdy doctor <3 i also want you to know that as i write this, i imagine harvey as a taller, bigger man. so like he's got some chub on him and he's got broad shoulders. idk idk it's my headcanon.

-> this is nsfw and dirty! like i really tried to get over my reservations about using descriptive language. with that being said, NSFW 18+ MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

harvey is the sweetest, most gentlemanly partner after sex. he makes sure that you get cleaned up, that you protect yourself against any UTIs or other gross things, makes you some coffee or tea, and cuddles with you endlessly. harvey would need some extra reassurance that what he did was good, that you enjoyed it, or that you didn't get hurt. he'd get anxious and worry about it for the rest of the night if you didn't offer him some kind of honest discussion.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i think he appreciates his arms and hands! he knows that he has some strength and likes when you can grip on to his biceps in the heat of the moment. knows how to work his hands i mean, come on. he can do minor surgical interventions. if you hold onto his arm while you're walking in town, he'd get all blushy.

as for you, he truthfully loves every part of you. if you ever asked him "what part of me is your favorite?" he would actually stress over it and couldn't answer. however, if you really really wanted him to say, he would choose your eyes. there's nothing better to him than looking at them when he's giving you pleasure. sends him reeling, actually.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i don't think harvey is particularly keen on making a mess, especially of the bed or another surface. he'd try to keep his cum inside of you, or at least contained to an easily wipeable surface (like your face). on the down low though, i truthfully think he'd surprisingly enjoy cumming on your face, mainly around your lips. messy oral? he's done for.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

meeting dr. harvey in his office for a confidential check-up? hmm. definitely not when you first start dating, but give him some time and you may just find yourself on his desk (never in the actual, sterile field) receiving a little extra attention wink wink nudge nudge

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has plenty of knowledge about anatomy, trust me. he never struggles with finding your best spots. however, he struggles with foreplay and building intimacy and dirty talk, etc. he's a nerd! what can i say? tell him what you like, guide him, and help him and he'd be confident in no time. he's a quick learner.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

so, i think there are two sides to harvey. he is either incredible slow, passionate, and earnest. this lends itself to something simple like missionary where he can stare into your eyes, kiss you, tell you sweet things, etc. his other side comes out later, when he's gotten more comfortable with you and with himself, and he can get a little rougher or faster or intense. he likes to be able to grip on to you so something like doggy, maybe riding?

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

harvey can't help but be clumsy sometimes. he learns to be able to giggle at himself when his hand misses the bed and he falls. he also can't help but giggle when hair gets caught in your mouth or some other silly thing. however, he likes to keep things intimate and prefers to have a serious moment with you in bed.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he fully shaves, he just doesn't strike me as that kinda guy with his mustache. but i do think he trims it, kinda manscapes it a little bit to tame everything down but he likes to have a little hair down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

loves making sex romantic. he doesn't do it often, but on special days like your anniversary or birthday, he will harvest some flowers from the farm and throw the petals around the room, open up some freshly made wine, and showers you in affection. as for every day sex, he still likes to make it special for you and never backs down on his pure, teeth-hurting sweetness.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think that he is the kinda guy that starts feeling guilty for masturbating after he gets into a relationship. prefers to just wait for you. however, before your relationship, he would masturbate every once in a while when he was stressed or horny. if he ever watched porn, which i feel like would be very rare for him, he wouldn't watch highly produced, fake porn. it would have to be something amateur. (harvey has a secret twitter account)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay so...i think harvey starts out vanilla. when you're getting to know him and for the first few times you have sex, he keeps it simple. mainly out of nervousness. however, i think he's kinkier than we might assume. i think he really enjoys being praised and praising you. i think, too, he likes feeling big and strong in that he gives in to his possessiveness sometimes, and he likes being able to manhandle you a little bit. also, i propose this everyone....bondage? nothing super strong! just with his tie or belt. and your hands. to the headboard.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom, mostly! he has a reputation that he needs to uphold so anything in public is nerve wracking. but with some convincing, like i said, his fancy office is not totally off limits.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you do anything! especially if you're really determined to get something done and you're working hard at it! like, you've been working so damn hard on renovating and cleaning the farm and you come back proud of everything you've done, he will look at you with a glow in his face. kisses on the neck, too!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think he'd ever hurt you. it's just not something he could ever see himself doing. he doesn't mind seeing like fingertip marks on you the day after but anything like choking, spanking, etc is out of the question. he also would find rudeness a turn off in a person. like he would hate to see anyone be rude to another person and it would take away from someone's attractiveness immediately! (that's not to say that he doesn't enjoy some town gossip here and there)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

my first headcanon here is that harvey LOVES giving oral and on the days when he hasn't cleanly shaved his face, his stubble leaves marks around your thighs. okay, now that that's out of the way: harvey is such a pleaser and he'd do anything to make sure you feel good. he likes when you guide his head, mouth, or hands and he likes being told if you want more, or faster, or less. as for him receiving, i think he enjoys it but he gets so in his head that he can't really cum from it. it takes some extra praise and reassurance to get him to fully open up.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like every other answer here, it depends on his mood! he can get really fast when he's feeling extra needy or kinky. however, when he's trying to be romantic, he will take his sweet time and go nice and slow with his thrusts, movements, touches. however, i think he could also use slowness to his advantage and tease you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

prefers to take his time but sometimes he likes to catch you before you wake up and start working on the farm and before he has to go to work. he enjoys these more than he will admit to himself though and he thinks it can be fun!!

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down to try new things, don't get me wrong! if you wanna try something new, he'll let you to an extent but he won't do anything that comes with a dangerous outcome or health risk! like, sure, he might be down to try some new rope positions but he won't dare put chocolate sauce around his genitals. do you know the bacteria risks that can come with that??

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i don't think he has very high stamina. it's not that he gets really sleepy after, but he can't go for multiple rounds. maybe two if it's been a long time since he's seen you. he can last a while though, i think. he won't cum the minute he engages in anything and with his anxiety, it may even take him a while to get to that point.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't mind bringing out a vibrator because he knows how good it could make you feel. he doesn't like them on himself though! he doesn't mind taking a trip out to zuzu and hitting up a sex shop to buy some new bondage-y toys. they will be thoroughly cleaned though. why would nipple clamps be any less clean than forceps?

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't do it with malice in his heart, trust me. he just likes seeing you on edge, waiting for him of all people, begging for more pleasure. he experiments to see how long you can go for, or how far he can drag out oral. he definitely enjoys it more than he'd let on. oh, and, i leave you with this, imagine harvey offering fake pity and cooing at you:

"my poor flower...you must want it so bad!"

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

keeps quiet, mostly. some interjections of grunts and groans, especially when he cums. he uses his voice more for sweet talk! he loves hearing your noises, though, and it gives him more encouragement than anything.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

the first time you called him dr. harvey in a joking, yet somewhat flirtatious manner, he blushed and got incredibly flustered. then, you did it again, and it had the same effect. and then...oh lord. your hands were roaming his body and you, just testing the waters, called him dr. harvey and he could have finished right there.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's big guys, i'm sorry. nerdy white men are always packing. i headcanon him as a big boy and it's only fitting that he's proportionate. more thickness than length. he was a little ashamed the first time you had sex but he realized just how good it feels and it makes him proud. big dick energy if you will.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think he has a fluctuating sex drive. during flu and cold season, he is so stressed and likes to come back and make dinner, cuddle, and go to bed. however, during the summer, when everyone is healthy and only needs some aloe vera gel for sunburns, he could go day after day with you. it just all depends on his mood and the time of the year.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he enjoys cuddling and talking after sex but give him an hour and the man is CONKED. he's the older bachelor so of course he's a sleepy man. cuddle up to his chest, open up the window to let fresh air or the sounds of rain float in, and he'll be like a baby.

#fanfic #fluff #harvey x reader #harvey stardew valley #harvey one shot #harvey #milh (man i love harvey) #alphabet #headcanon #harvey headcanon #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley #stardew valley headcanon

[notyetneedcoffee]

Yes, Ma'am

Kinktober - Roll Playing NSFW - Adults only

Summary: You surprise Steve and he's happy to play along

“I’m fine, Honey. I swear.” Steve did his best to smile.

“The doctor said you were supposed to take it easy, and instead your at your desk doing reports.” You frowned.

“This is taking it easy.” He frowned back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Anyone else would still be in intensive care. The least you can do is take the day off.”

“I’m fine, Honey.” He repeated.

You stared for a moment longer. Steve Rogers could be one of the most stubborn men on the planet. Fine. You had another idea.

A while later you stepped into his home office again. “Captain Rogers?”

“Sweethe…” The word trailed off when he looked up to see you standing in the doorway wearing a nurse’s uniform. Not just any nurse's uniform. It was a sexed-up version of a 1940’s Army nurse’s uniform. You’d swept your hair up into victory curls. A lace bra peeked out from under a too-tight, too-short jacket. The skirt was impossibly high, showing off the tops of tan stockings. You posed on high heels, holding clipboard and pen.

“Captain Rogers?” You said again. “I’ve been assigned to take care of you.”

Steve muttered your name. Pink touched his cheeks.

“Captain. No arguments. I have my assignment and I will not take any guff from you.” You frowned, leveling your pen at him.

“Yes, ma’am.” A slow smile spread across his face. “That’s good, Nurse. I don’t think I could manage on my own.”

“Then we better get you to bed.” You set down your clipboard and took his arm, as if to lead an invalid. “Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what needs attention.”

“Hmm.” He stopped beside the bed. Steve stared down at you with hunger. His lip traced over his lower lip as he appeared to consider his response. “I have this ache.”

You gave him a fake, innocent look. “Show me.”

He cupped his growing cock. “Down here.”

“Oh, no. Captain Rogers, that could be serious. Better let me see.” You lowered carefully to your knees. Running your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles under the soft fabric of his sweatpants. You stroked his clothed cock. He moaned. You tsked playfully. “Doesn’t sound good. I need to take a closer look.”

You pulled at his sweatpants, lowering them over his hips. Steve’s cock stood proud before you. He threw his t-shirt aside and watched you while clenching his hands. You touched him, stroking the silky skin over his steel shaft.

“Does it ache here?” You kiss the base of his cock. Steve hummed. “Or here?” You circled the head of his cock with your tongue.

Steve’s hand came up and cupped your jaw but didn’t muss your hair. His hips rocked, urging you to take him deeper.

You could feel the way Steve battled to keep control. It sent a thrill through you to feel his thighs tighten and his fingers hesitate. Normally so willing to manhandle you to where he wanted you, you knew your outfit affected him.

Pulling away from him with a suctioned pop, you gave him a final lick. Steve whined. Actually, whined. You stood, slowing, stroking his length. “Captain, I think I know exactly what you need.”

Steve slowly unbuttoned your top. He traced his fingers over the edge of the lace bra. “You have what can make me feel better?”

“Mm-hmm” You squeezed his cock harder and ran a hand over his broad chest. His eyes nearly closed. “Let me check my medical bag.”

You turned away from him and bent at the waist to reach for the small case on the floor. Steve groaned as he got the full view up your little short skirt. Stockings and no panties. His fingers slipped over your sex, spreading moisture and making you shiver.

“I know I put it here somewhere.” You breathed, excitement building.

Steve watched your hips rock as you shifted your weight. You moaned as his fingers delved into your depths. His voice came out low and rough. “Better be sure you find the right medicine for me.”

“Yes, Captain.” You panted.

“Maybe I should help.”

You felt the head of his cock slide against your entrance.  When had you lost control of this scenario? Steve pushed in, stretching, filling you. You grabbed the edge of the bed to steady yourself, moaning. “Fuck.”

“Yes.” He moved in and out, hands digging into your hips, moving faster. “Just what I need.”

“Steve.”

He pulled you tight to him, arching your back and cupping your breast. “You know, nurse, I think it might be me that has the right medicine for you.”

“Yes, Captain.” You panted.

Steve thrust into you, moaning. He let you fall forward. “Need this?” He moved fast, hard. “Need me to fill you up?”

“Yes, Captain!” Your thighs began to quiver. “Please!” Steve lifted your leg onto the bed, changing your angle, his access. His cock hit deep. Your legs nearly gave way. He held your firm. Moaning and cussing, you felt your body tighten and shake.

“So fucking good,” Steve groaned. “That’s it, babydoll, let go.”

You keened, shaking as the warmth spread and washed over you.

“Oh, yes.” Steve moaned. “That’s it. Yes!” His grip tightened. He pushed deeper and came hard.

As your legs shook and breath slowly returned to normal, Steve stood you upright on your high heels. He reached down and ran his fingers through the mess between your legs. A grin spread across his face.

“Hmm. I think it worked, nurse. I feel so much better.”  

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[hrryshoney]

you’re asking me my symptoms, doctor

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: hii here’s beloved gyno!au. title is reference to Escapism by Raye lol. i’ll put warnings but def don’t read if this is gonna make u uncomfy. anyways this really came to me in a prophetic vision (slut hour daydreams) so i hope u enjoy and it lives up to expectations? and Shouts to everyone who i bounced ideas w and talked abt this Man w! ty ily mwah mwah

warnings: smut 18+, fingering, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, a bit of corruption maybe hmm idk, degradation, praise, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), use of Y/N, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, etc..

You were sitting nervously on the exam table, leg bouncing up and down. Doctor’s offices always unnerved you, to say the least. The unnatural fluorescent lights with their buzzing, the cold chill, and sterile smell.

Today, though, you had to book your gynecologist appointment. Now, you’ve been to one gyno before, a woman whose practice was nice and small before you moved cities. Going into your third year of University, you wanted a change in scenery. Now, your gyno would be a man.

A kind woman with dark hair had just come into your room after knocking twice, giving you a hospital gown and a warm smile. Telling you to undress to your underwear and bra. That you should, “Sit tight! The doctor will be in soon.”

So, here you were. On the examination bed, awaiting your doctor eagerly. When you heard a similar knock on the door, but an imperceptibly firmer one, your head shot up. “Come in,” you cleared your throat and called out.

When the handle turned and your aforementioned Doctor walked in, you felt deceived. Deceived in the best way, though, because your Doctor was hot.

He was wearing a white coat, one with a silver tag that read MATTY, his medical badges hanging from the plate. With his glasses and the lightest dusting of gray through his black, curly hair. He couldn’t have been younger than his late 20s, if older than his early 30s. And as he reached out to grab the clipboard off the counter, you were able to see the smallest bit of black ink on his wrist.

He looked down at his documents, squinting slightly. He then set it back on the counter, walking about the room and getting some hand sanitizer from the dispenser. Your eyes are drawn to his hands immediately. When he clears his throat, you come to.

“Good afternoon, love. Y/N, correct? I see it says here you’ve only been to the gynecologist once before, and it was a female doctor,” you nod along to his words, watching him take a seat and hold eye contact with you. “Just wanted to let you know, you shouldn’t be worried. Just typical stuff today, alright?” You nod again, feeling smaller now. Even when he’s sat on his stool, he feels bigger than you.

“Gonna need your words, Y/N.” You can’t tell if he’s joking, even if you see the smirk on his face. Shifting in your seat, your gown ruffling below you, you manage a, “Yes, Doctor.” Through your dry mouth.

“Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself properly.” He laughs, but you swore you saw his eyes darken for a swift second. “I’m Doctor Healy, but you can call me Matty if you feel so inclined.” He grinned, and you felt like his words had a double meaning past the surface.

“You’re here for a routine checkup, I take it?” Moving over to the sink, pumping soap on his hands and running the water. “Lay back for me.” He instructed you as he washed, back turned. You listened without second thought, body going stiff.

You heard the tap turn off, Matty was drying his hands with paper towel now. He walked over to the table, standing above you and looking down. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions before we begin?”

You began to nod, but remembered your reaction from earlier. Giving him another “Yes, Doctor.” he smiled easily. “Great… Now, are you sexually active?”

If you thought you were tense before, then you were like a board now. “Um, no.” You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt your skin heating, feeling terribly bare.

“Right, have you been? In the past?” was this a normal question to ask? Of course, they’d want to know of your bodily health. But of your… sexual activity as well? For you, though, there was nothing to report. Seeing as you were a virgin, which meant no sexual experiences other than yourself.

“Um, sorry, what are these questions for?” You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously laughing, your deflection of an answer hanging in the examination room.

Matty’s eyes dragged along your frame, going from your lips and then back to your eyes. You almost missed the beginning of his sentence when he spoke up. “All protocol, of course. It’s slightly awkward, but I’m obligated to ask. So?”

“So, no. I.. have not been in the past, or like, ever.” And you wanted to melt into the floor. Surely you would have to switch doctors after this again. Too embarrassing of a feat to face.

Another look and pause that goes on for much too long. Your stomach was starting to hurt. Well, maybe not hurt, but you needed to fix it and quick. When Matty claps and rubs his hands together, it snaps you out of it. “Interesting. Well, then, let’s begin.”

You noted that his pupils were huge behind the glasses, and his black slacks hugged his crotch very well. Did they look like that when he came in? You shifted again, trying to rub your thighs for some friction.

“Can I touch you?” His accented voice was deep and gravelly now. Leaving not much to the imagination of how this phrase might sound in a different situation coming from his mouth. His mouth, pink lips that he couldn’t stop licking, and slight stubble on his chin.

“Yes, Doctor Healy.” Your voice sounded submissive enough, and you almost yelped when his hand came down to grab your gown covered thigh. Roughly drawing circles with his thumbs into the spot. “Good girl. You’re tense.”

You shivered, eyes closing and opening again. The silence in the room felt so loud, and your doctor’s appointment was feeling a bit too erotic for what it was at this point. “I- I don’t know why I am.” Lie.

“Need you to relax for me, sweetheart.” His cold hands rub up and down your thighs. He’s making eye contact with you, causing you to cast your eyes to the ceiling. “Wanna put your legs in the stirrups?”

“Would that help, Doctor Healy?” You hear the sharp inhale of breath, followed by a cough. Trying not to lift your hips off the examination table from his constant skin to skin contact.

“It would, thank you.” He moves to grab your legs, setting them on the edge of the platform. His grip feels rougher than acceptable, fingertips leaving indents on your thighs. He reaches under your gown, looking at you for your nod and slipping your panties off. “May I start?”

“Yes, Doctor. Thank you.” And when you feel his fingers run down your slit, you don’t think it’s protocol. You were already embarrassingly wet from the interaction. As his hands move and brush your clit, you can’t hold back the moan. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Matty peering at you over his glasses, an amused smirk barely peeking through his expression.

“Oh, that’s no good, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue, faux disapprovingly. His thumb comes back to press on your clit. “You’re so wet. What’s that from, huh?” He took his middle and ring finger, circling around your hole.

“It’s- You! You’re doing it, it’s your fault.” You cry out in pleasure and frustration. He was so condescending, but it felt so good. You know you needed to be more conscious of your volume, still being in a doctor’s office.

“My fault?” He almost gasped in surprise, “Oh, no. I don’t think so. I’m just trying to do my job, make sure everything’s okay down here.” Maneuvering his hand, he gave you two quick but firm taps on your clit with his middle and index finger. “Can you remove your gown for me?”

“Is this protocol, Doctor Healy?” You asked, half genuinely curious to see his answer. Moving to lift your bum, untying the gown from behind your back. Your legs were slightly shaking, and you saw his hand go to cover the smile that graced his mouth. You moved both your shoulders out of the arm holes, discarding the gown to the side. Leaving you in just your simple black bra, that had simple lace trimming.

“‘Course, making sure you’re in shape, and all.” His eyes dragged down your frame, stopping at your breasts. He was taking in your figure now, so you had the time to do the same. Your eyes immediately pulled to the now prominent bulge in his pants, and his fingers that seemed to twitch in anticipation.

“Do I appear to be in shape, then? Good for you?” Unbeknownst to you, what you had just said lit even more of a flame inside of Matty. You were asking him if you were good for him? He could show you what a good little slut he could make you.

He lets his hands rest between the apex of your thighs again, “Gonna spread you open a bit, okay? Think this’ll loosen you up for me.” Matty’s long fingers make their way to your cunt, running them up and down. He slides them down to your hole, collecting the wetness there and spreading it up to your clit.

His other hand came up to unclip your bra from behind your back. He did this expertly with one hand, leaving it to fall so he could grab at your breast. Palming at it for a while before pinching your nipple. You let out a whimper, and he gave you a soft slap on the side of your chest. He grabbed it roughly again, evening it out and applying more pressure to your clit as he did.

Your hand came to cover your mouth, not wanting to let your moans out. A soft, “Doctor,” fell from your lips, causing him to slip one finger inside of you. You couldn’t hold back, then. “Please, yes!”

Matty is running the tip his finger lightly along the inside of you, and it’s not enough. You begin to whine, but he cuts it off quickly. “Gotta relax or I won’t be able to run my tests. You don’t want that, do you?” His smirk is enough to make you want to slap it off him. Though, your whole body goes slack when he pushes his whole finger inside of you.

You’re moaning freely now, seeming to have forgotten that you’re still in a professional establishment. You were relentless, the pleasure he was giving you was too much in the best way. “Doctor- Matty. Please, need it.”

Matt’s pupils dilated, if it was possible for them to get larger. “Say my name again for me.” He groaned out, rocking his hips into the side of the table to relieve some tension. “Matty. Matty! Need you, please.” You obliged easily, drunken off the feeling. Matty pressed a second finger into your pussy.

“Poor thing. Never had anyone in this little hole before, huh? Perfect little cunt is so tight for me, were you saving yourself?” You think your reactions have gotten to his head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head was nodding in response to his words, eyes rolling back to your head.

You could feel pressure building in your stomach, the sound of his voice was getting to you. “Mhm. Doctor, think I’m gonna cum. Please, can I?” His hand sped up after hearing your words, thumb pressing on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, on to the protective cover of the exam table.

Your hips began to lift off the surface again, before Matty’s unoccupied hand came to press down on your abdomen again. “Feels that good, darling? Can’t even stay still for me.” You opened your eyes to look at him, gaze falling to how his hand lifted off of you and went to palm himself. “Come on, be my good little slut and cum for me.”

Ultimately, that was what did you in. You gasped loud enough for the whole office to hear, eyes clamping shut. You saw white behind your eyelids and your hips lifted freely off the table this time. Matty’s fingers coming out of you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You heard Matty moan in the back, making out a “fuck me, that’s good. You’re beautiful,” coming from his mouth.

As you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him licking both of his fingers. “Taste sweet, gonna have to get my mouth on you next time.” He said nonchalantly, still looking down at your pussy. You tried to take your hands and put them in front of it, feeling shy all the sudden.

“Little late for that after I made you cum.” He giggled, going to get a towel from the cabinet above the sink. “Lemme clean you up.” You flustered but agreed in the end. When he came back with the towel, he leaned down to kiss you. You reciprocated easily, jumping when the towel came in contact with your skin.

“Thank you for.. that. For the appointment, Doctor.” You giggled, his head snapping up and eyes narrowing. You raised your hands in faux defence, the smile staying on your face. He smiled with you.

“Came so nicely for me, think I should be the one saying thanks.” He gave you another smirk, getting your panties from the side when they had been discarded. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to put your legs through. Doing the same with your bra, he then helped you off the examination table.

“Seriously, you were really good. You know, for my first time.”

“Would barely call that a first time, I’ll give you that another time though.” He winked, turning around to look for your other clothes. Your jaw dropped, but you recollected yourself before he turned back to see.

“Right well. Thank you..” You said awkwardly, looking down at your feet. Where were you supposed to go from here? You just got fingered by your gynecologist in his public doctor’s office. You would have to reflect on this when you got home.

“Not an issue, really.” Matty sidestepped you to get to one of the cabinets behind you, slapping your ass as he did. Tease. He was being much too normal about this.

“I mean, what kind of doctor would I be if I left you unsatisfied with your appointment?”

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[corrodedcoffins-blog]

The First Meeting

main masterlist

spencer reid x famous!reader Universe

word count: 4.1 k

warnings: stalking, murder, character asking to die (if I missed something please let me know)

Today was supposed to be an easy day for the BAU. It was a paperwork day, no case, no one dying on their watch.

These were some of Spencer's favourite days, don’t get him wrong he loves being in the field and profiling killers, and when they arrest an unsub, that’s the best feeling.

But having days every now and again where they don’t have to travel and Spencer can read and reflect on their previous case, he greatly enjoys it. And he can’t say he’s the only one, but he can say he’s the only one that uses paperwork days to do paperwork.

Penelope walks in the glass doors humming a tune, foreign to Spencer.

“You got that James Dean day dream, hmm hm mhmmm, I got that red lip classic” 

“What’s got you so happy, babygirl?” Derek says, from across Spencer.

“Um, because The Met Gala is tonight! Biggest night in Fashion! And no case means I can watch it.”

“Oh, I must have forgot to put it on my calendar.” Derek, sarcastically remarks while getting up and out of his chair on his way to refill his coffee cup. All the while JJ comes rushing the bullpen, giving the rest of her co-workers a sympathetic face.

“Just when I thought, we would have an easy day.” Emily mumbles getting out her desk chair and walking away with JJ.

“Wally Melman, a music producer in New York, was killed two weeks ago, and Natali Ryan , a singer and songwriter, was killed 4 days ago also in New York.” JJ says while the screen behind her shows pictures of the crime scene.

“The police said they found pictures with the victim's face with ‘You’re Next’ written in red marker across their face. Suspected to have gotten in the mail.”

“And why have they called us now?” Derek says, clearing knowing there was more JJ was going to say but wanting her to get to it quicker. 

“Yesturday, another singer/songwriter, by the name of Y/n L/n-” 

“Oh. My God!” Penny interrupts JJ, having come in to tell the team an update she had gotten from the NYPD. “uh- sorry, I’m sorry.. Um, the NYPD wants a couple of us to go straight to the crime scene once we land, and that the next vic- uh Y/n L/n I suppose- is at the station waiting.” Penny says, turning and leaving after finishing her sentence. 

“Okay everyone, wheels up in 30. JJ can fill us in on the jet.”

When the team arrived in New York, Hotch sent Rossi and Emily to the recent crime scene, and JJ to talk to the media, while himself, Spencer, and Derek went to the station.

When the three got to the station they were shown the note Y/n had gotten from the unsub, different to the others, hers having ‘You Owe Me’ written across her face instead. The team walked into the room they were told Y/n would be in.

Spencer knew she would be pretty, everyone in Hollywood was gorgeous that’s how it worked, but this girl was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes upon, even with her bleached hair that he could assume was a split second decision.

She sat on a chair next to one of the officers' desks, as if she was like everyone else and not a world-wide popstar. Y/n and her manager Joe look up, hearing footsteps walk into the room. She stood up to shake Hotch’s hand. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you and thank you so much.” “Of course” 

She goes to shake Derek hand, saying a greeting similar to the one she gave Hotch, then she comes face to face with Spencer, or possibly- not definitely the most beautiful man she has ever seen, sticking out her hand she says, “Hi, nice to meet you..”

“Dr. Spencer Reid- or just Spencer, you don’t have to call me doctor.” “Nice to meet you Spencer.” Y/n stays looking at Spencer maybe a second longer than she should have. It’s just so hard to look away from a man that beautiful. When Y/n does finally look away, she takes a seat and they begin their questioning. 

“How well do you know Natalie Ryan?”

“Uh, we talked when we were at the same events and were always friendly, but we weren’t friends.”

“How about Wally Melman?”

“What?” 

“Wally Melman, he was a producer who was killed a couple months ago.” Spencer jumps in, making Y/n turn to address him, while she asks her next statement .

“The paper said that it was a robbery.” “The paper was wrong.” Derek responded quickly.

“Did you know him?” Hotch asks, wanting to get back to the questions he has for Y/n.

“I wanted to work with him on my last album, but he started working with..” Y/n cut herself off.

“Who?” Spencer asks concernedly, seeing the scared look on Y/n's face.

“Natalie Ryan, and they beat Y/n for song of the year” Joe says while Y/n is setting her face to rest in her hands, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Do you ever have the feeling that someone is following you, or watching you?” Derek asks.

“Only every second I spend outside my house. I have fans, and paparazzi following me everywhere. It’s part of the job.” 

“Do you ever get repetitive phone calls, hang ups, or gifts sent anonymously?” Spencer asks.

“I receive flowers, Lilies, my favourite. The seventh of each month they get sent to each of my homes, they just show up on the doorstep. Never a note, nothing.” 

After a few more of their questions it just becomes too much, knowing that these people are being killed because of her or ‘for’ her and Y/n gets up and leaves the room. Not being able to actually leave given the cameras outside, she doesn’t get too far. And Spencer is right behind her.

“Y/n wait!”

“Can you explain what the hell is going on?”

“Well, it’s still rather speculative, but it appears there’s a delusional assassin who’s killing people to help further your career. It probably started as a stalker. An erotomaniac stalker. There’s a psychopathology of the evolution of these types of stalkers and the fact that he’s contacting you indicates that he believes you owe him something. This model frequently concludes itself with one of two possibilities, either the stalker will kill himself or he’ll kill the object of his affection.”

If Spencer wasn’t talking about the possibility of Y/n’s untimely death, she would have had more time to find Spencer’s rambling and seemingly never ending knowledge hot.

Y/n had gotten home from her time at the station, hoping to be able to relax as she has the Met tomorrow night. But when she had gotten to her front door the yellow notepad paper taped onto it caught her eye.

After reading the note she called the station immediately. The BAU had arrived looking over the note, Y/n was in the room but not listening, she onlys snaps back into listening to the conversations when she hears Spencer. 

“In English?” one of the officers asks.

“That is English actually.” Y/n smiles at that, while Spencer continues, getting cut off by Derek not too far into his explanation. Y/n finally speaks up, after the team starts talking about how she should continue, as if she isn’t there.

“I’m standing right here guys..”

“If we did remove you from the street, you couldn’t stay here, we would have to take you to an undisclosed location.”

“I have a fitting here in 30 mins, and the Met tonight, then I’m all yours. Look, I don't want to be afraid of this lunatic.”

"We can clear all but essential personnel, and up your security.”

“Derek and Spencer will stay here with you.”

“Okay.”

The team getting Y/n ready for the Met have set up, Y/n just finished getting hair and makeup done in just her underwear and a robe. Spencer walks up to Y/n while she’s opening a greenhouse ginger shot to drink.

“I’m sorry if I was insensitive earlier.” Spencer says, referring to when he followed her outside of the questioning room and told her there was a possibility this stalker/assassin guy will kill her, just a tad insensitive.

But nonetheless Y/n responds with, “It’s fine, you were just doing your job, right?” “Yeah.” Y/n takes her ginger shot with a look of remorse on her face. She reaches for the soda in Spencer’s hand, to wash it down. 

“You don’t mind sharing with me do you?”  Spencer quickly shakes his head mumbling a quick ‘no’ while Y/n’s team calls her to get into the dress, Y/n takes off the robe she was wearing, causing Spencer’s eyes to widen, then throwing the robe over a nearby chair. Now standing in just her underwear she smiles at Spencer before walking over to the team helping her get into the dress.

Leaving Spencer to watch her as she subtly sways her hips slightly more than usual when she walks. Spencer takes a sip of the soda Y/n had handed back after taking a sip, Derek coming over to tease Spencer about the scene he just watched.

“You don’t mind sharing with me, do you?” “Shut up.” Spencer says as he walks away. “Go get ‘em, lover.”

Y/n didn’t get to stay at the Met nearly as long as she wished. With double the security and Spencer there with her, she knew she wouldn’t have the night she was hoping for, but maybe something close.

But as she danced with Tom Hiddleston, Spencer got the call to take her to the safe house. Spencer didn’t really want to interrupt Y/n dancing on who he assumes is  another famous person, but he had to, for her safety. 

“Um- Y- Y/n we have to go.” Spencer says while struggling to gain her attention.

“Really?” “Yeah..” “Okay” she sighs, turning to Tom, mumbling an apology and some fake excuse.

They got to Y/n's home. Spencer rambling about safety measures Y/n should take. “You should also probably change all your phone numbers.” “I’m unlisted.” “Anytime you call an 800 number or an 888 number your phone number’s put into a data bank that’s then sold to telemarketers. If someone gets your cell phone number they can go online and research all your records.”

Y/n looks at Spencer expecting him to continue, but when he doesn’t she assumes he’s done, and gets up to walk into her kitchen, saying as she gets up, “You’re very cute when you ramble.” Causing Spencer to freeze but when she turns the corner out of his sight he rushes to keep up with her.

“You should also probably carry a piece of paper and a pen with you wherever you go in case you see any suspicious licence plates that often reappear.” Spence trails of looking closely at a collage hung up on Y/n’s wall 

“It’s a photographic collage. I like how obscure it is.”

“You should also get a dog. Like a guard dog of some sort.” Spencer says, staring intently at the collage but not acknowledging what Y/n said about it. 

“I don’t think so, I'm a cat person. Dogs are not for me… Earl grey good?”

“Wha- what?”

“Tea, do you want some tea?”

“Uh yes, yes sure.”

“Okay” Y/n says smiling at his nervousness.

Y/n walks into the living room, in her swimsuit with a robe overtop, coming to stand next to Spencer while he stares intently at the picture collage on Y/n’s wall. 

“Are you feeling anything?” “There is something definitely appealing about it.” “That’s a start” Y/n says while chuckling.

Turning on her heels towards the back door to the pool. This catches Spencer’s actions wondering what she's doing, he asks, “What are you doing?” “Going for a swim.” Y/n responds nonchalantly. “What? No, Y/N!” Spencer yells following her, but before he can reach her she dives into the pool.

Swimming up to the surface and wiping her face with her hands. She looks so gorgeous, she looks like a movie star, which is not far off. But Spencer really shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she is when he’s job is to keep her safe, and her being out here is not safe.

“Y/n, you cannot do this.” “Just a few minutes?” She ‘asks’ while giving Spencer puppy dog eyes. “Go get a suite in the house.” “What? No, I’m not going to grab a suit. Are you kidding me? No.” Spencer says in that high pitched tone he does, she’s only heard it once before, but she can’t help but find it so cute.

“Join me.” “No, I’m going to join you.” “Why not?” “You’re being pursued by a psychotic killer who shoots people in the head!” “I’m not going to stop living my life because of him.” Y/n turns to float in the water. “Y/n, I’m begging you. Will you please get out of the pool?”

“Come on, Spence, you should live a little.” “Live a little? I’ve not known you for 24 hours, I feel like I’ve already aged 10 years.” “Ugh, I can’t be that bad.” “Yes, you are that bad.” Y/n turns off of her back and starts to swim to the edge of the pool Spencer is standing at. 

“Fine, but can you help me out at least?” She says putting on an innocent face as if she really did want help out of the pool. When Spencer leans down to grab her hand to help her up, Y/n pulls him into the pool causing a big splash following after Spencer falls in. 

Which then causes a laugh to come from Y/n as Spencer rises to the water's surface. 

“Yes, very funny. Laugh it up, Y/n. Hilarious. My gun’s wet. That’s just great” Spencer swims to the edge to get his gun out of the water, Y/n swimming behind him, still chuckling. 

“My clothes.” “I told you to grab a suit.” 

While Spencer looks down at his wet chest, Y/n’s hand comes to rest on his peck, causing Spencer to look up at Y/n. When he looks at her, she is already looking in his eyes, her eyes asking the question ‘do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?’ the answer being ‘yes’ as Spencer starts to lean in. Not knowing what he’s doing, leaning in to kiss Y/n L/n global superstar? Who does he think he is, thinking she would want to kiss him? But contrary to Spencer's beliefs, Y/N leans in too, pulling his body closer to hers faster by his tie. As their lips collide, it feels as if the world slows down. For the first time in a long time Y/n feels normal, regular, ordinary, in the best possible way. She feels in the way Spencer's lips are moving against hers that he doesn’t want her for her fame, or looks, but for her. Just her. But then Spencer pulls away. It had only been a couple seconds, how could a kiss that short hold that much emotion? Spencer’s words stop her from thinking too much. 

“This is completely inappropriate.” “Spence..” Y/n looks into Spencer's eyes only looking away when she closes them and pulls him into another kiss, by his tie. This kiss, still sweet and emotion filled, yet rougher, as if they had gotten that much more comfortable now versus 15 seconds ago. Their lips move together roughly, Y/n tongue brushing Spencer’s lips looking for access, which causes Spencer to move his lips back from Y/n’s again. “No, there’s this thing called transference.” Spencer says, all the while Y/n is trying to recover from the best kiss of her life, and Spencer has no idea. “Do you not like me?” “What?” Spencer says quickly like him not liking her, and is just the most insane idea in the world, and truthfully that’s not far off. “Was that kiss not good?” “No- no it was very good.” “Because I like you.” “I like you too. It’s just I’m a federal agent. You know. And I’m supposed to protect you.” “Then you should keep me close.” Y/n mumbles moving her lips to Spencers again. Spencer pulls back to start talking again, as Y/N’s kisses move to his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin every so often, the first nibble causing Spencer to let out a surprised noise that quickly turns into a moan. “I’m just, hmm.. I’m a little worried, you know? We’re in a pool.” “Are we?” “And it’s uh.. We’re pretty much exposed.” Y/n moves to give Spencer's lips a quick peck, before responding to his concerns. “We have cops. We have cops posted out front.” Y/n cuts herself off to kiss Spencer again, “There are coyotes out back.” Y/n pauses looking at Spencer’s lips, while licking her own, then shooting her eyes up to Spencer’s “And then it’s just you and me.” Y/n moves her lips to be hovering over Spencer’s their noses rubbing against each other, it feels much more intimate than just kissing him, breathing in the after shave and cologne mixed with chlorine soaked into his skin is a smell Y/n would never get sick of, no matter how much she hated the smell of chlorine. She moves her lips back to the spot she found on his neck that makes him the most reactive. “Stop- I have to tell you something.” “What?” “I didn’t want to tell you this before, because I was a little bit worried… I didn’t know how to say it, but I can’t not tell you.” “Spence, just tell me. What is it?” “Your manager, Joe… Hotch went to check on him, but he got there too late.” Y/n looks into Spencer’s eyes any ounce of a look that would tell her he wasn’t serious. Because Joe couldn’t be dead. Not because of her, Joe was like family, no matter how weird he was. Joe was always there. Y/n turns away not being able to look at Spencer, “How could you-” She turns back to him, looking Spencer in the eyes as she aks, “How could you not tell me?” “I was afraid you’d be upset.” “You knew? How could you know and not tell me?” “Y/n, I’m so sorry” Y/n moves towards the edge of the pool to pull herself out, Spencer trying to help her. “Don’t- Don’ touch me! Please, don’t touch me!” Y/n gets out walking back into the house with a towel around herself, leaving Spencer in the pool.

Spencer walks into Y/n’s living room, seeing her sitting on her couch crying, he wants to comfort her. Just don't know how. “Y/n?...Are you still… Are you okay?” “Joe was like family.” Hearing Y/n cry hurts Spencer more than he thought possible from a girl he met not even 24 hours ago. “It’s just so hard to trust people in this industry, you don’t know who to believe.Everybody wants something from you. And I felt- I thought you were different.” “I know I should have told you.” “I told him not to.” Rossi cuts in having heard most of the conversation from behind Spencer. “He was only following my orders.” Rossi pats Spencer's shoulder while leaving the room. “The last time I could really trust people was when I moved to Nashville.” Y/n says, all the while Spencer is decoding the picture collage on Y/n’s wall. “Nashville, you said you lived you Houston street? And you were on KZ fm in high school?..” “Yeah..?” When Y/n sees the way Spencer is intensely staring at the collage she also gets up, to stand next to him. “I need to take this thing about.” Spencer says while not looking away. “What?” “I’ll put it back. I think I see images of you. Guys!”

Y/n stands to the side with Derek while Spencer and Emily are putting the pieces together. “Y/n, it looks like someone has been stalking you for years.”

“Yeah, this tells your whole life story. Awards, Billboard charts, Albums.” 

“Everything since moving to Nashville.”

“Who gave you this collage?” Derek asked, leaning over the island counter. “Um- he did” Y/N says pointing at a picture on the collage. “Who is he?” “Uh- Parker Dunley, I don’t really know him, he just owns a gallery I go to sometimes.” 

Spencer gets off the phone quickly turning to Y/N. “Y/N, do you someone by the name of Veronica Hartley?” “Roni? Yeah, of course I know her. I’ve known her for years. She’s one of my assistants.” Their conversation gets cut off by Y/n’s phone ringing. “What is it?” Spencer asks, seeing the way her eyes widened when she read the caller ID.

“That’s her calling now.” 

“Is she calling from her cell phone?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Y/n, we think Roni’s the stalker.” 

“No- No way.” 

“Answer the phone. Act completely natural, the longer you keep her on the line the more likely we’ll be able to trace the call.. Trust me.” Spencer walks away to call the team, while Y/n answers Roni’s call.

“Hello?…Roni?...” Spencer turns to Y/N and gives her a signal to keep talking.

“Rons?... You’re tired?......I saw you today?.... I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I remember.. Roni, that was just one weekend…”

“Y/n” Spencer whisper yells, after getting off the phone with Penny, finding out Roni’s calling inside the house.

“How did she get inside?”

“She has keys.”

Spencer starts searching the house Y/n walking behind him. When they get up to a guest bedroom, Y/n feels the barrel of a gun being pressed to her skull, Spencer quickly turns around. 

“Put down the gun.” Roni demands. “Roni..” Spencer says while lowering his gun. “Don’t call me ‘Roni” you don’t know me! Come on, Y/n, let’s go. We have to go, baby. Come on.” Y/n looks in Spencer’s eyes begging him to do something. “Roni, don’t hurt her. You don’t need to hurt her.” “You don’t know anything. I would never hurt her. I created her" "No you didn’t.” “Yes, I did you stupid, ungrateful, little bitch.. I can’t believe I ever loved you.” “Roni, she.. She loves me now.” Roni moves her gun from pointing it at Y/n’s head to pointing it at Spencer. “She told me so. When we were in the pool. She kissed me. Now she loves me okay?” “No.” “Tell her we kissed in the pool.” “No!’ Roni yells this time switching from pointing her gun from Spencer to Y/n. Y/n looks at Spencer hopefully to tell her the next move, when he nods his head at her she says, “Yes, we kissed.” Roni then pushes Y/n, and Spencer tackles Roni to the ground, grabbing her gun, and pointing it at her. “Kill me! Please. Kill me! I’ll be so much happier!” But Spencer shakes his head, lowering the gun as he says, “No, we’re going to get you some help.” 

Y/n is standing in the station talking to her publicist, while news vans are lined up outside.

“I don’t want any media.” “Come on, Y/n” “No. No media.” “Okay, no media. Let me deal with these guys then.”

After Y/n’s publicist leaves, Spencer walks up to Y/n. “I wish we didn’t meet under these circumstances. More normal maybe.” “Y/n, believe me, no matter how we met, I’m glad we did.” Y/n feels her whole body, warm at that, she turns her head, knowing Spencer can see the blush on her face. They’re interrupted when Derek yells for Spencer. “Hey, Reid. Come on, we got to move.” “Well, um- here, take this.” Y/n passes Spencer a receipt she had written her new number on. “Would you- if it’s okay with you, give me a call.” “Yeah, I would love to.” Rossi comes walking over. “I hate to intrude, kid, but we’re waiting.” “Yeah- yeah a second.” “So- call me, I’ll be waiting.” Y/n turns to walk away, but Spencer puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Y/n turns towards Spencer, he puts his hand on her check, Y/n leaning into his palm, turning her head slightly to press a small kiss into his palm, before walking away. 

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[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, and cock-warming, red rope bondage (shibari?), submissive Miguel…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use spanishdict to translate to help…)

Chapter 11- Perfection Can’t Be Obtained…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask as you tie the red rope around Miguel’s broad shoulders. “Sí, amor. I do. I had to deal with Carnage in my last mission and they had me…tied up in a way that slowed me down. If I had better training. Then I would’ve gotten out of the ropes faster.”

You were curious about something though.

“Baby, why don’t you just web yourself instead of using this rope?” You ask, bringing the rope around one of his thighs. “Because, amor. I can easily break out of my webbing. It’s like shredding candy floss to me. But this rope, is a bit of a challenge.”

“Oh, well anything to see you tied up, I’m all for it.” You tie more rope around his other thigh and when you’re done you give a nice hard tug. “A…amor I didn’t know you could tie knots so tight.” You dust off your hands. “It’s not rocket science, Miguel. I know how to tie knots. Now, the rules you said is that under no circumstances am I to help you get out of these ropes. No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you plead-you know this is making my kink list just bigger right?” You say as you wrap your arms around Miguel’s roped waist.

“I bet you’re thinking up the most right now. Ah, amor can you?” You go to loosen a rope but he jerks away. “That was a test and you failed.” You narrow your eyes at him as he smiles as if he’s won a prize.

“Hmm, I’ll do better next time. Like right now. I have therapy. You have fun.” You go to leave and Miguel gets a slight panic in his eyes. “Wait, amor? Tommie! Wait what if I need to you know?”

“If you can find the trick rope you’ll be able to get out easy as cake. Now don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone. My session is two hours long. I might cry so make it two hours and a half. Love you, baby!” You call out as you leave him tied to a chair in his apartment.

••••

As you sit in the waiting room you smooth out your shirt and move one of your curls out of the way.

Maybe I’ll ask Erica to do faux locks next time. You think to yourself.

You look up at the clock and wonder if Miguel got out of your ropes when you hear the door open. “Tommie Valentine?” A woman announced. “Present, I mean here. I’m here.” You get up and follow the woman down the hall.

“Here you go.” She ushers you into a room and there you meet your therapist, Dr Elizabeth Osborn. “Hello, Miss Valentine. Please have a seat.” She gives you a warm smile and you sit on her comfortable lounge chair.

“This is nice. I like this.” You mutter to yourself as she takes out a note pad. “Well, Miss Valentine, I understand that you have had a therapist before me and I was able to get your paperwork with your permission of course. I have caught up on your paperwork and now I want to dive in, if that is okay with you.”

You give a nod and she writes something down. “Alright and just so you know, anything discussed here will be confidential between doctor and patient. Unless you talk about bringing harm to oneself or others.” You give another nod and look around the office. “If there is any subjects you’d like to discuss, please do not hesitate to bring it up. Now it is my understanding that you’ve had a reoccurring dream?”

“Yes, as I’m sure you’ve read in my email, I was one of the victims in the attack on downtown Nueva York from the green goblin…I’m afraid that incident has left some lasting effects on me.” She nods and writes that down. “Please continue Mis-”

“You can call me Tommie. But, um, the drea-nightmare it always starts the same. I’m sleeping over at my boyfriends apartment and when I get up to go use the bathroom I feel that something is watching me. I get up, look around and nothing is there until I turn and there I see the Green Goblin and they shove a pumpkin down my throat. I always wake up at that point and feel terrified because I genuinely feel as if someone is watching me.”

She was quiet for a moment writing down in her note pad, when she looks up she gives a soft smile. “From what your dream describes it’s obvious that you suffered severe trauma. You almost died and it’s something your brain is trying to bury, however a small part in your brain doesn’t want you to forget. So it is giving you these dreams as a form of making you alert at all times. It’s something similar to when domestic violence victims as well as soldiers have moments such as your own. In other words, Tommie you have PTSD.”

You frown at her diagnosis. “I guess you’re right on that, but I don’t feel as if I do. I don’t get anxious or feel uncomfortable when I’m outside.”

“Tommie, look at your hands.” You look down and you were clutching the cushion so fiercely you thought you might tear it into pieces. You let go and place your shaky hands in your lap.

“Dr Osborn, I’m not broken.”

“No one said you were, Tommie. I just sai-”

“I’m fine. I am perfectly fine. Sure I almost died. Sure when I hear loud noises I jump a little, sure when I’m alone in my bedroom late at night I stare at the ceiling wondering if I’ll see those terrifying glowing green eyes. But I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” You lie.

She nods and purses her lips. “Tommie, if I may change the subject. Can you describe to me what it was like when you lost your parents?” Your hands stop shaking in your lap and you give a nod.

“Right, when I lost my parents, I was sad…because I lost the two people in my life that I saw as my heroes. When I was in school I was made fun of because I liked science. But my mother and father? They made it fun, they made it exciting. It was like I lost my superheroes. A-I don’t want to sound ungrateful when I say this. But when I went to live with my grandparents, I felt so…depressed because my grandparents weren’t my parents. I have to give them credit, it wasn’t easy raising a teenager. But I wanted my mom and dad back. They left me. I didn’t get to enjoy those daddy and daughter dances…I didn’t-“ You wipe your eyes and continue on as your therapist gives you a tissue.

“-thank you. I didn’t get to tell my mom about the boy I was crushing on in my study hall. I just wanted my life back. And I know it’s not my fault that they’re gone but I felt like I was the problem. I lashed out and felt like….I needed to be better. I needed to be like how I seen my parents. I needed to be…perfect.”

“Tommie you do know that no person can obtain perfection?”

“I know but, I needed to do something. I needed the perfect grades. I needed to go to the perfect college. I needed to have the perfect career. Because in this world, I am a black woman. My competition are white women and men in general. If I slip, if I let this perfect life I’m striving for drop from my hands then I lose them again. I love my dad and my mom. I can’t let them die again…I need them to live on because in my head I am the little girl that was left on the stoop waiting for them to come home to me.”

You couldn’t breathe. God why couldn’t you breathe.

“I’m so-“

You get up holding your chest and your therapist rushes to your side. “Tommie. Look at me, breathe. Everything is fine, everything is okay.” Your legs buckle a bit and you grab the couch arm and you crouch down letting your chin rest on your knees.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe out as you shut your eyes.

If you were perfect you wouldn’t be here. If you were perfect you’d still have your parents. If you were perfect you-

Stop..

Stop that.

A small voice calls out to you and your ear drums sounded like they were in rushing water.

You aren’t perfect, you aren’t going to ever be perfect, and that is okay. You found another way to fail and that is okay. Now get up, and breathe.

Something flickers in your mind.

A…vision?

You see Miguel on his knees in front of you. He was crying and you were holding him. You were telling him that he wasn’t going to be the perfect Spider-Man. He was going to be the best one he could be. You told him that perfection can’t be obtained like in the movies. He was going to make mistakes, he wasn’t going to be able to save everyone. He was going to come home with someone else’s blood on his hands. But as long as he did his best you would be proud of him. Just like your parents were proud of you..

The vision fades and it caused your panic attack to fade as well because that…that talk never happened. At least not to your knowledge.

You open your eyes and your therapist was there helping you up off the floor. She sits you down and hands you a few more tissues. Once you’re sure that you won’t have another panic attack you look at her with a frown.

“Doctor Osborne. I know this session is all over the place but can I ask you something?” She nods. “Yes, of course.”

“I…is there a such thing as multiple dimensions? Like say I made the decision to eat an apple for breakfast but in another dimension I chose to eat a burger. Would you think that’s possible?”

“I’m not sure about that, but there has been cases where people have said that they’ve felt that they were in a loop of their own life but had a different outcome.”

“I know this sounds, crazy-”

“We don’t say that word here, Tommie. And I would never think of you as such.”

“Right. Well, there’s been moment when I’m with my boyfriend that I’ve felt like I’ve lived another life with him. Like he knows my quirks and I know his. For example when I was a little girl, I would get ice and crack the ice try just to eat the top layer on it. Well my boyfriend when we started dating he cracked the ice and gave me the top piece. Which was strange because I never did that in front of him. When I look at him sometimes I feel like…we’re married. And it’s not just this feeling it’s like something inside of my head is missing and my boyfriend is the key to that.”

“From what I can tell you is the brain is a fascinating thing. It will do anything to protect its self even block certain memories. I can help you through guided meditation to help you unlock them if that is what you would like.”

“Yes, I…I just want to know what am I missing?” The therapist tells you to lay back and she grabs something from her desk. You glance and see she has what looks like a chime.

“Tommie I want you to close your eyes and relax. Listen to the sound of my voice and the chime. You’ll feel yourself going to sleep, don’t fight it. If you do seem to have any trouble I will snap my fingers and you’ll awake. Are you ready?” She asks as you look at the ceiling. “I’m ready.”

She sounds the chime and she tells you a few key words.

“Clouds…girl…pumpkin…sun…”

As you hear her voice and you hear the chime you feel your body just relax and you slowly, but surely fall asleep.

••••

You open your eyes and you’re laying in a California king bed. You stretch out and feel something thick laying beside you. When you look over you see your husband fast asleep.

You look over at the clock on the dresser and it was after eight. Miguel has to be up before nine so you lean over and you kiss his lips. He stirred in his sleep and his arms wrap around you.

“Time to wake up, baby. You have work remember?” You tell him as you cup his sleepy stubbled face. “Cinco minutos más, mi corazón.” He tells you in a sleepy deep voice. “No, five more minutes. It is time for my husband to get up and start his day. Come, I’ll make you breakfast.” You go to get up but Miguel pulls you back down and rolls on top of you.

“How did I get to have such a caring and beautiful wife?” He kisses you all over your face, causing you to laugh and you stop him. “You’re just lucky I guess. Now don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Come on, let’s go Mr O’Hara.”

You hear small foot steps and the both of you peek over and you see him. “Mommy! Daddy! Can I watch tv?” Your son, Xavier had ran into the room and Miguel had scooped him up, tickling him causing him to laugh.

“You can if you say it in Spanish.” Miguel says teasing him a bit. “Mommy, how do you say it?” Xavier asks you and you stroke his pretty curly hair. “You would say, Papá, puedo ver la televisión?” Xavier stutters a bit but he says it. “You can go watch it. Just don’t be too loud.” Miguel kisses him on the head and places him down on the floor. He run out of the room and you tell him to not to run or he would hurt himself.

As Miguel gets up you grab your robe and put it on. “Do you think he’ll have them? Your powers?” You ask Miguel as you hand his towel. “I’m not sure amor. It’s been four years and Xavier hasn’t shown any signs. I hope he isn’t like me. I hope he’s like you.” Miguel kisses your temple as he heads into the bathroom.

You go to the kitchen and you see Xavier sitting on the couch with his Spider-Man plushie. “Mommy, can I have Spider-man cereal?” He asks as he looks over at you from the couch. “You can but that means you can’t have Spider-man French toast sticks.” His little hazel eyes light up as you cut up some strawberries and bananas.

“Really! You make th..the best breakfast mommy!” He gets up and as he goes to hug you, you feel a shiver down your spine. You look away from him for a second because the atmosphere felt off.

“Oof!” Xavier collides into you and you accidentally nicked yourself with the knife. “Ouch!” You yelp causing Xavier to look at you in fear. “Mommy? You’re bleeding! I’m sorry! Can I kiss it?” You shake your head. “No, baby. Mommy has to go clean it. But I’ll be fine after and then I can make breakfast. Now go sit down on the couch.” Xavier hesitates but he goes and sits down after you give him a kiss on his head letting him know you’re okay.

You go to the guest bathroom and you clean your finger. As the water turns crimson, you look in the mirror and your face looks different.

You look harder and your reflection glitches, like a computer screen. It glitches again and you see yourself but in black in white. It glitches again and you see yourself as a cartoon.

The glitch happens again, and again and again-

••••

You wake up and your head felt funny. Doctor Osborne was sitting there writing in her note pad. “Alright Tommie. What did you see?” You go to answer but stop.

“I…don’t remember. Is that normal?” You ask her as to sit up. “No, patients always remember. You called out two names. Miguel and Xavier. Who are those people to you?”

“Well Miguel is my boyfriend, and Xavier? I don’t know an Xavier.” Your therapist writes more down and you feel in the back of your mind that you’re forgetting something.

Maybe it wasn’t too important…maybe?

••••

Therapy was a success for you. You had went to a sub shop to get some sandwiches and as you call Miguel his phone kept going to voicemail. “What is going on with-” You then remember how you left Miguel in his apartment.

Surely he got out of those ropes right?

You get your sandwiches after paying and you get to your car, calling Miguel once again. Still no answer.

“Oh shit, I know he’s going to be pissed.” You mutter getting into your car and driving off to the apartment building.

Once you’re inside you take the key Miguel gave you and you unlock his door. You listen for a moment as you step in and place the food in the fridge.

“Miguel?” You call out to him and you hear a loud crash in his bedroom. You run in there excepting the worse and only to see him in the chair struggling to get the rope off.

As soon as he sees you he stops. “Help me, please.” He begs. You stifle a giggle and Miguel glare. “Amor. Esto no es gracioso. Necesito ayuda.” You cross your arms over your chest and stride into his bedroom.

“Baby, I thought you said under no circumstances am I to help you. No matter how much you beg.” You say as you stand in front of him. “I know what I said but that was before I knew you could tie these ropes extremely tight.”

“Wait, why didn’t you use your claws?” You ask him as you give him a puzzling look. “You don’t think I tried, amor? My hands can’t reach. Now please help me.” You nod and you go to pull the trick knot but you stop.

“On second thought, no.” You smile at him devilishly and Miguel jerks his body but fails at breaking the ropes. “Amor, please. I just want-” You grab a hold of his lips and you lean in.

“But baby, I like you like this. You look so vulnerable and pretty. I just…want to take advantage of you.” You lick his bottom lip causing him to whimper.

“Mi corazón, you don’t want to do that.” You nod as you suck his bottom lip. “Oh yes I do. Now be my good boy, please.” You kiss him and you circle the chair a little.

“I did great job, not even Spider-Man can escape. I wonder if I do this…” You reach under his shirt and you bring your hands to his chest. “Oh, now I see why you love playing with mine.” You pinch his nipples and he jerks causing you to feel excited.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” You ask against his ear. “No, I…I don’t like you pinching there.” You pout and tug at his ear with your teeth. “Don’t lie to me. I know you do. I can see your dick getting hard. Wait…is this a secret fantasy of yours?”

“No-” You yank him by the hair and pull his head back. “Miguel, don’t lie to me, you know I won’t kink shame you. But I’m a merciful woman. So how about we…role play? I’ll set the scene…” You let his hair go and circle back around. You sit on his lap and you smile innocently.

“You found my hide out, and just when you think you’re going to bust me. I get the jump on you and tie you up in a chair. Because you have infiltrated my area, that gives me right to do whatever I please.” Your smile leaves your face and Miguel studies you.

“I’ll get out of these ropes and when I do, you’re going to jail.” You’re pleased he’s playing along. “The thing is Spider-Man, I don’t plan on going to jail. I plan on having some fun with you and making you beg, like a good boy.” You stand up and you tug on the rope causing him to wince.

“Oh, I’m sorry did that hurt? Here let me help you feel better.” You straddle him and you feel his hard dick between your legs. You lift his chin and you lean in for a kiss but he jerks his face away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Spidey, you’re going to beg for me to touch you…” Your move off of him and you get on your knees in front of him. Miguel watches you and you unzip his pants. “Would you look at that, a big present for me.”

You pull out his dick and as you look up at him you lick the tip like a lollipop. You see his eyes flutter shut as you roll your tongue around the head and you stroke him. “Still don’t want me to touch you, Spidey?” You tease as you watch him struggling to get loose.

“Ju…just don’t stop.” He moans. “Thought you’d see it my way, but why should I keep going? You said I was going to jail.” You rub the tip only and Miguel’s eyes were red.

“Because, I’m the good guy.” You tsk. “No, you’re my good boy. Now say that and I’ll keep going.” You instructed to him. “I’m your good boy.” He obeys and you let your drool cover the tip, smiling as you do.

“That’s right you’re my good boy.” You slowly take him down your throat and he lets out a low moan. “F…fuck. Amor, princesa, baby please untie me. I want your throat. I want to fuck it. Please.”

“Ah, no. I don’t think so now play along, be my good boy.” Miguel actually growls at you, which was a first.

“I don’t want to role play anymore, Tommie. Let me out of these ropes. Let me have that throat, I want you. Please.” You deep throat him quickly causing him to tense his body up and then you release him from your mouth.

“You might not want to play, but I do. You see, you get to fuck me like a rag doll. You get to tie me up in your web and you get to have my body any kind of way. Which I do enjoy, baby. I really do. But I think it’s my turn.” You stand up and you strip off your shirt, your pants and lastly your panties along with your bra.

You were naked in front of him and if he could break the chair and have you he would. “Next time, I want you tied up in your suit. I’ve always get to have fun with Miguel but I’ve never got to have Spider-Man.”

“Tommie when I get out-” You put your panties in his mouth and you get behind him. “I really love seeing you tied up, but I want to take my stressful day out on you. Now I’ll stop talking and you start begging.” You pull the panties from his mouth and you kiss him, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

He moan as you reach over and play with the tip. You don’t have to say it, you’re already moving back in front of him. You move your lips from his and you have your back facing him.

You look back at him as your bend over slightly and you grab his dick. “Amor, just untie some of the rope, I’ll stay still I just-ay dios mío…” He moans out as you tease the tip in.

You spread your lips using the head of his dick and he lets his head fall back as your pussy swallows him slowly. “I just want to move my hips. Can I just-mami, please sólo fóllame, por favor.” You get him deep inside and you place your hands on your knees as you look back at him and move your hips.

Your eyes roll back, as you fuck him. You lean your body against him and hold his face close to yours. “Watch me, play with myself while you’re inside of me, baby.” You rub your pussy lips together and feel him wanting to thrust, but his hips are tied down. “You want to fuck me, right?”

“Yes, amor. I want you. Just let me move. Please your little pussy is too good to me.” You rub faster as you rock your hips and you moan. “Miguel, you’re so good to me. You’re my good boy right?” Your swirl your hips in circles and you see Miguel’s eyes roll back double time. “Sí mami, soy tu buen chico.” Hearing him like this only made you more wet. You keep rubbing and you move so only just the tip was inside of you.

“Do you want to be my good boy? Or my fuck toy Miguel?” You ask as you move faster on the tip. Miguel was stuttering and whimpering now, barely able to answer you.

“A…answer me baby.” You slow down and he jerk trying to break free. “Yes! I’ll be whatever you want. Your good boy, your fuck toy. I’ll be a chair if you’ll untie me and let me pound into the sweet little pussy.” He moans out.

You slide him out of you and you turn, now facing him. You slide him back and you rock your hips harder making the chair creak. “Just like that, fuck me, mami. Fuck me like that. I’m your good boy. I’m yo-I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come.” You pull at his ropes and you soon feel Miguel coming deep inside of you.

He was breathing heavy as he grunts out his orgasm and you lean against his shoulder. “You are such a good boy for me…but now I need to treat you like my fuck toy.”

You slowly move your hips and Miguel’s dick throbs between your puffy pussy lips. “Wait, it’s sensitive, amor. I don’t think I can d…o tha- fuck.” He moan as your pussy grips him tight. You clench your walls and grip him close.

“This is mine, this dick is mine. No one else can have this but me.” You moan against his ear as you fuck him harder. You bite Miguel lips and he lets out an airy whine. “Oh god, you’re gonna make me come fast again. Amor don’t stop, plea-por favor, mami.” You get a smirk on your face and you still.

“No, don’t do that. Fuck me, fuck me right now, amor. I need that pussy to milk me. Please, I’ll do anything.” You grab his face after hearing that. “Anything?” He nods and you smile like a she devil. “Oh I’ll save for what we can do another time. But does my fuck toy want to come inside of me?”

“Yes, mami. Let me come inside of yo-“ You start rocking your hips again and he moan out yes as well as other swear words in Spanish.

This time you feel a nice build up and you squeeze your walls around him as you feel yourself coming. Miguel feels it and lets out a moan that I’m sure everyone on the floor had heard. You moan into a smile and you look at a very spent Miguel. “Ple-please untie me, amor. Please.” You slide off of him and get on your knees.

“No.” You flick and vibrate your tongue under the head of his dick and he squirms on your mouth. “No…no more. I can’t come anymore. Please j-fuck fuck fuck!” Miguel squirts against you tongue and you smile slurping it up. “Now I can. You’re going to be pissed at yourself when you see how easy it was to get out of this rope.” You kiss his lips and in the center of his chest your pull the trick rope, loosening all of his ropes. He sags against his chair and gives a weak chuckle.

“H…how was I suppose to reach that, amor?” He asks as he flicks the ropes off of him. “Go to the door, kneel by the door handle and loop it through then pull. My knots weren’t rocket science, but I figure even a scientist could figure that out.” You smile as you leave the bed room to go clean up. You expect Miguel to follow but you see he isn’t moving.

“Are you okay?” You ask him. “Y…yes. You….took a lot out of me. I’ll be there in a moment princesa.” You blow a kiss to him and just run a bath for the two of you…

••••

“You said you got to talk about a lot during your therapy session?” Miguel asks while the both of you eat the sandwiches you had brought over. “Yes, it was very eye opening, and healing. I guess I’m not over my parents death still and I have PTSD from the Green Goblin incident. All in all, I have another session next week and I can’t wait.” You say as you get up to get more lemonade.

“Well I am happy that you got a nice break through, amor. Really I am.” Miguel says taking another bite. You pour you and Miguel more lemonade and you pause for a second.

“What’s wrong?” Miguel asks. “There was something else in the session, but I can’t remember what. But I feel like it was important. I guess it’ll come to mind later. Anyways, are you ready to go see your brother tomorrow?” You ask putting the pitcher back in the fridge.

“About that, my brother wants to meet you and in return he wants to introduce me to his girlfriend as well. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course. I would love to meet your little brother. Oh this is exciting, I want to ask him about how you were growing up.” Miguel groans. “Gabe will definitely tell you about my most embarrassing moments for sure, but I got dirt on him too. Anyways we’re going to meet him and his girlfriend at his place. We would’ve went to the park but…” Miguel looks away from you and you know why.

You walk over to him and kiss his temple. “Thank you for considering my feelings, Miguel. I appreciate it.” He smiles at you and nods.

You couldn’t wait to work on your anxiety so that you could be comfortable outside in open settings. But hey one step at a time.

As you two enjoy your food, you catch when Miguel looks at his watch. “Mm, amor I’ll be right back, Spider-Man has to do his thing.” He presses a button and his suit appears onto him. “Be careful, I’ll keep an ear out for you on tv.” You tell him as he kisses your temple and heads towards his window. “Alway, mi corazón.” He opens his window and leaps out of it.

You smile at your boyfriend you clean up the food, putting away whatever leftovers you two had. You turn around flicking on the tv, letting the background chatter fill the room as you spruce up the apartment a bit.

As you pick up, you notice something poking out from under the couch. You pick it up and you see a Spider-Man plushie.

“Xavier what did I tell you ab-” You stop your words and look around for a second. When you look back at the toy it was gone.

“No, no, no, no, I know what I saw. I-who is Xavier?” More questions that I’m sure your therapist is going to enjoy answering for your next session.

You sit on the couch and rub your temples. “Am I going crazy?” You ask yourself wondering what the hell is going on with you…

••••

Miguel was nervous, and you can tell he’s trying to hide it. You place your hand on the middle of his back and give him a gentle push. “Go on.” You tell him as he smoothed down his hair. “Okay.” He rings his brother’s doorbell and we hear someone say they were coming.

His brother answers the door and he gave his brother a long hard stare. For a second you thought maybe you made a mistake on letting Miguel ring the door bell until Gabriel gets a great big smile on his face. “Bring it in Miggy.”

“Oh shut up, Gabi.” The two brothers pull each other in and hug one another. He invites the two of you in and Miguel introduces you. “Gabriel this is Tommie. Tommie this is my little brother.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. Miguel has told me so much about you.” Gabriel raises a brow at his brother. “If it’s good stuff then I have some great stories to tell you. If it’s bad, I can tell you what he did in the tenth grade that almost got him expelled from school and almost banned in Canada.”

“Gabi, te mataré.” Miguel says with a smile. But Gabriel was unfazed. “Anyways, Xina just stepped out to go grab some refreshments. She’s a chef and she got a promotion at work so we had invited a few friends over as well. I hope that is okay with you Tommie. Miguel told me about the incident.”

“It’s fine, I’m working through that. But thank you for your kindness.” You tell him. “Gabi how many people will be here?” Miguel asks as you hand Gabriel the dessert dish you had made. It was your salted Carmel and chocolate chip cookies.

“Only four more people. I triple checked, don’t worry Miggy. It will be a controlled environment, and we will have fun. Now, let me give you guys a tour.”

Gabriel starts off showing you two the living room which you can tell Miguel was in awe. “How’s the tv work? Are the specs good? How’s the screen quality?”

“Hermano, es increíble, se siente como si estuviera en un partido de fútbol los domingos. Here let me show you. Uh, Tommie is it okay?” You give a smile. “It’s okay, you two bond, I can place those cookies in the kitchen if you’d like.” Gabriel hands the cookies back to you and tells you where the kitchen is.

When you enter the kitchen you place the cookies down and you pause. “I feel like I’ve been here before…” You comment. To test the theory you close your eyes and you walk forward. You hand goes down and you touch a drawer.

“Spoons…” You open your eyes as well as the drawer and there were spoons there. “Freaky.” You mutter as you close the drawer back.

You hear footsteps behind you and when you turn you see a cute Asian woman enter the kitchen. “Oh! You must be Tommie. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I see the boys have gravitated towards the tv.”

“I am and you must be Xina, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. And yea it was game over when the boys walked past that tv.” You two laugh and by reflex you two hug each other.

When you two embrace you feel as if you’ve done this before. She lets you go first and clears her throat. “Gabriel told me you brought cookies, what kind?” She asks. “Oh, salted Carmel chocolate chip. I hope no one is allergic, I should’ve checked.” Xina pauses and gives you a strange look.

“That’s funny, I’ve been craving that kind of cookie for like the last couple of days. I have been baking them when I can and they just don’t seem to come out right. May I?”

“Sure go ahead.” Xina washes her hands and then she grabs a cookie from the platter. When she takes a bite her eyes go wide. “It’s exactly the cookies taste I’ve been craving.” You smile as she eats and you look around. “Gabriel mentioned that you were a chef, and you got a promotion. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, it’s been hard work but I’m just happy it paid off…Tommie can I ask you something? And sorry if this freaks you out but…have we met before?” You go to answer her but you two hear more voices and two more women enters the kitchen. They congratulate Xina and the both of you lock eyes for a split second almost saying that you’ll continue the conversation another time…

•••

“No, that’s not how I remember it. Mamá dijo que dijiste eso...” Gabriel says as he explains how Miguel was the one who blew up the back porch when they were kids. “No, you were the one who put all that baby powder on the floor y me hizo caer. That’s how it blew up.” We laugh at the bickering brothers but this felt good.

You watch as Miguel and Gabriel talk and you feel a bit sad, wondering what would life had been like it you had a sibling. “Tommie how is it working for Howard Stark? I hear he’s a tyrant at times.” Camron, Xina’s friend, had asked.

“Oh, he has his moments. But I can handle him.” You tell her. “His company does some good when it comes to medical but it doesn’t sit right with me that he sponsors a lot of weapons for the military.” Dallas expresses to the group.

You feel a bit embarrassed but Xina buts in. “That’s not Tommie’s problem. But I’m sure she would rather do her own thing like, have a tech company or something.” You give her a look and nod. She smiles at you and Gabriel claps.

“Alright, I don’t know about the rest of you guys but I am starving. I’m going to go check on the food on the grill.”

“Yeah, I don’t want you burning the burgers, Gabi.” Miguel says as the rest of the guys joins them. “What? Charcoal is good for the teeth, Miggy. I thought you knew that, since you’re the science.” The brothers joke and you hear Xina clear her throat. “While the boys play with fire and meat, I’m gonna go and grab some more drinks. Tommie can you help me out?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” You follow her to the kitchen and she looks back to make sure you two had time to talk. “So, about earlier-” You stop her. “I…thought I was going crazy. I have these moments with Miguel where I feel like we’ve known each other before this.”

“Same! Well I mean with Gabriel. I told him that our whole relationship felt like deja vu. Does…does Miguel knows your like quirks?”

“Yes! Oh my god I tried explaining that to him and it’s like he refuses to acknowledge that.” You close your eyes and you make sure you were holding onto the kitchen counter.

You feel arms hug you and when you open your eyes it was Xina. “I thought I was the only one.” You hug her back and the two of you cry a little. “No, you’re not alone. Um, can I get your number so we can stay in touch?” You ask wiping your eyes. She gives a grin as she mirrors your movements of wiping her eyes.

“I was going to ask you the same thing. God, I feel like I’ve found something I’ve lost. I have so many questions, but obviously we can’t talk as freely.”

“I’m free next week. Well after this dinner party, which I don’t even want to go to but my boss is making me go.”

“Next week let’s go out for lunch. Now, let’s get these drinks out there. Maybe everyone will get drunk enough to barley taste the burnt food.”

You laugh at that. “Wait Gabriel can’t cook?” Xina shakes her head. “T, I’m the chef. Gabriel can barely boil water without scorching it. Can Miguel cook?” You nod. “Yeah, he cooks for me all the time. He said his mom taught him and Gabriel.”

“Thank god Gabriel is pretty and I can cook or else we would starve.” You two joke as you gather the drinks for everyone.

As the night goes on you enjoy this, because Miguel didn’t get a single call to be Spider-Man. He was a big brother telling stories about his childhood. He was a loving boyfriend who stole kisses from you, every chance he got. He was simply Miguel O’Hara.

For the rest of the night you put the mystery of your mind on the back burner and just enjoyed the moment with Miguel and his family….

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Hey San! I'm doing good hope you're too! :)) And I'm always up for any Levi thirst.

Warning: NSFW 18+, minors dni, pregnancy sex, praise kink, oral f! receiving, fingering, creampie twice.... (sorry not sorry)

Your eyes lay on the ceiling as you rub your belly, pregnancy has been a rocky journey. Of course, as soon as Levi got the news, he immediately forbid you from doing anything that might put you and his child at risk.

The fact that your husband hasn't touched you in a long time makes you question things. You can't remember the last time you two had sex, maybe three or two months ago.

All of this caused your insecurities to rise, what if he doesn't find you beautiful anymore? After all, you did gain weight due to the pregnancy and the cravings you have.

You get up from your bed and walk over to the mirror, stretch marks are starting to show on your stomach, there are under bags under your eyes and your thighs have gotten bigger as well.

"Love?" Levi says when he sees you in front of the mirror. The way your cute belly sticks out and how gorgeous you looked in his shirt, Levi is bearly containing himself.

"Hey. I was just admiring how big the baby has gotten." You were six months pregnant, almost seven. As soon as the bump started to get noticeable, Levi hasn't been sexually active with you.

And the fact that he still goes out on missions hasn't been comforting either. He always tells you how you have nothing to worry about but the scenes of him not making it back home scare you.

He walks up to you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before leaning down and kissing your stomach. "You took good care of your mom while I was gone hmm?" He stands up again looking directly into those eyes he loves more than anything.

"Levi..." He recognizes that needy tone in your voice and his cock immediately tightens against his pants. Fuck. "Want another kiss." Your hands wrap around his neck.

"I'm afraid not now love, shitty eyebrows gave me tons of paperwork." He dodges your lips and kisses your forehead instead. There is nothing more he wants than to bury his cock deep into you but he is scared. The last thing he wants is to hurt you or your baby.

You pout your lips at him as he leaves another kiss on your cheek before going into his office that's connected to your bedroom. With a sigh you sit back on your bed, Levi was busy and you understand but somehow all the excuses he uses just aren't valid.

He had you before you were pregnant anywhere when you wanted, you didn't even have to ask him twice. Even during the busiest time of the day, he didn't hesitate to bend you over his table.

Now no matter how much you beg, he doesn't touch you.

Levi sits in his office papers laying all over his desk, though they are neatly sorted, he still doesn't have enough space for everything. He finds his mind wandering as the pen writes on the paper, every time he sees you, you become more beautiful.

Now that you are carrying his child somehow you have this beauty that Levi can't explain. The way you look so eternal, so appealing with every month that passes, Levi feels like the control he holds will soon crash down on him.

He barely controlled himself not to jump on you earlier and take you then and there. The doctor has already told him that sex during pregnancy can't hurt the child but he still isn't sure.

He stands up from his chair to check on you and smiles when he finds you asleep. Approaching you carefully, he covers the blanket over you and kisses your forehead. 

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A few hours later you wake up, the other side of the bed still empty. It's deep into the night, the moonlight is shining through the windows and you can hear as Levi writes on the paper.

Frustration hits you and slowly you get up stretching your arms before making your way to Levis office. He is sitting in his chair, movements of his hand giving away that he is fed up.

You approach him and levi hears your footsteps. "Love it's late you should go back to sleep." Your husband says as if his eyes don't have dark circles under them.

Without a word, you sneak yourself onto his lap, your back to him. Levi bites his lip as you put pressure on his crotch with your ass. Fuck he is going to explode if you move your hips even slightly again.

"Ah, the papers for recruits? You have always hated filling those up.." You ignore the way his body tenses beneath you, feeling him get hard under you.

"Princess..." The pen drops from his hand and he slips it to your hip, his other hand joining your other hip soon.

"Something wrong Levi?" You look back at him and his breath stops for a moment. Oh, how beautiful you look, he held himself back but he can't anymore.

"Fuck, move your hips for me please." You listen, slowly moving your hips back and forth on his erection. Levis lips find the back of your neck, he plants a few kisses before nibbling on your skin.

"You can touch me you know, I'm not made out of glass just because I'm pregnant." Fuck, he feels like such an idiot. He had his pretty wife before him this entire time and he didn't do anything because he was scared?

Levi picks you up in bridal style, he does it so easily and carries you to your shared room, putting you on the bed gently. His eyes are literally eating you.

"Levi kiss me please." You whine pulling on his jacket and he gives you what you want, kissing you passionately on the lips. His tongue enters your mouth and you tug the jacket off his shoulders.

Janking the fabric off his body, the jacket falls to the floor. Levi runs his hands up and down your thighs massaging them softly still kissing you. He loves how thick they have gotten, he can barely wait to sink his teeth in them.

Levi's lips move onto your cheek, jaw and neck, leaving butterfly kisses along your glowing skin. The advantage that he has of knowing your body so well turns him on even more. His wife. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

His lips bite on that sensitive spot on your neck and you whimper, grabbing his hair. "Sensitive are we? I have barely done anything love."

Lord, he lives for it. There isn't anything better than seeing your face drown in pleasure because of him. And even more now, your belly is filled with something the two of you created, a life that will make both of your lives better.

Fingers find the hem of your shirt, his shirt if he is being more precise. He pulls it off of you and almost moans at the sight of your breasts.

You aren't wearing a bra, it's not comfortable. The way Levi is eyeing you makes you want to chuckle, it's like you just gifted him a new broom.

His mouth latches onto your nipple as his hand massages the other one. You moan, your hands tugging on his raven locks making him groan.

"What a pretty sound. Keep singing for me beloved." Your breasts are very sensitive so his every move makes you moan. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Levi.." His head moves down lower, his every kiss and touch gentle. You can feel the love from each of the kisses he plants on your stomach.

"You're so sexy, love." The wet kisses move lower and lower until Levi reaches the hem of your shorts. It isn't long before they are on the floor next to his black shirt.

You're in underwear almost completely naked before him. "Levi want you to undress." Levi is quick to remove his uniform, with skilled hands working on the straps of his gear.

He is in his boxers in no time but doesn't fully undress instead leans in, leaving licks on your lower abdomen that lead to your thighs.

"Fuck. I love how plushy they have gotten you know?" That makes you blush, what you thought he would find disgusting, he finds beautiful. Guilt starts to rock your head, how did you even think that Levi would find something ugly about you? The man has done nothing but show you endless love.

Levi notices that your eyes get a little sad and he takes your cheeks into his hands. "What's wrong name? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, it's just....I thought that you didn't like how I looked. You haven't touched me in so long." That puts a spear straight through Levis heart, he is such an idiot.

Taking your wrist in his hand, he kisses it before kissing your ring finger. "You're my wife and you're carrying our child. I didn't touch you because I feared that I would hurt you and the baby. I'm so sorry love. I promise I will never make you doubt your beauty again."

He leans down kissing you on the lips as his hands slowly take off your underwear. His fingers gently rub your pussy and he smiles against your lips when he notices your legs spreading even more for him.

His finger runs up and down your slit before he slides it in, making your hands run down his upper body. "So wet." He pulls away from you, lips making their way to your thighs as his finger pumps into your wet cunt.

"Fuck I have missed you." With a little tug on his hair, you signal that you want his mouth on you. What his pretty wife wants, she gets.

His tongue licks up and down as his finger pumps into you, the sounds that leave your mouth makes Levi grunt against your pussy.

He nibbles on your clit, adding a second finger into you. You're leaking all over his fingers, filthy moans leaving your lips.

"That's my pretty girl." Levi says against your pussy as he lets his tongue roam every part of you. His pretty wife.

"I won't last much longer..." You whine into the pillow, pulling the strands of his hair. His tongue goes faster but his fingers are gentle, the perfect combination to bring you to your high.

"Levi...I'm cumming!" You buck your hips against his face and he lets you ride out your high, fingers still in you and tongue still working on your clit.

"Cum love, cum all over my tongue." And you do, your juices dripping down Levi's arm all the way down to his elbow. But he doesn't mind the mess, not when it comes to you.

"There you go pretty girl." He kisses up your belly, leaving wet patches all over your bump. "Want me inside?"

"Yes please." Running your hands down his strong biceps, you bite your lip. How you have missed this perfect body of his.

You pull him down to you, planting kisses on his neck as he hovers above you, making sure not to put too much weight on you and the baby.

He takes off his boxers, positioning his cock at your entrance. "You ready love?" Pulling back from his neck, you settle your head into a comfortable position.

"Yes." Levi parts your thighs and slowly enters you. Fuck its like you were made for him. "Oh shit.."

When he feels your walls ease around him, he starts thrusting slowly into you. Pulling out almost entirely before shoving himself back into your pussy.

It's just been a long time, he wants to remember every part of you. "Missed fucking you baby. So much." He huff's through his teeth, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

Levi pulls your knees further apart so that he can reach the deepest part of you with his cock. "Oh Levi.." Your hands grip the sheets as he starts getting faster.

"Yeah? Like this princess?" He starts getting ruthless with his movements, taking your leg over his shoulder and kissing your calf.

"Fuck yes Levi! Harder please!" Fear is no longer the concern with Levi, he sees how good this is making you feel and does what you ask for, going harder.

He wont last much longer, its been too long for him, especially when your walls clench around his length. You're close too.

"Gonna breed this pussy again. What a gorgeous wife I have." He starts moaning your name getting messy with his thrusts, the faces and noises you're making only add to his pleasure.

"Levi! Please I'm-!" You don't finish your sentence cuming all over his cock. "Me too love." He lets your leg fall back on the bed an leans down to kiss you passionately as he cums inside of you.

"Want you to ride me please." Whispering in your ear, Levi massages your legs. "Want you to use me as you please, take it as an apology."

Smiling, you draw imaginary lines on his naked chest. "Only if you cum inside me again."

"Wasn't planing on doing it anywhere else." He gets off of you and positions himself so that his head is leaning against the head board.

You're quick to get on top of him as your hands settle on his upper body. Levi places his hands onto your thighs, impatiently waiting for you to put him inside of you.

Llifting your hips slightly, you position yourself on top of his cock before sinking down on him. "Oh fuck!" You let out as his cock enters you.

Unlike Levi, you start moving your hips in a quick pace making him throw his head against the head board. "Shit you're desperate aren't you?"

"Weren't you the one begging for me to ride you?" You slow your movements a little, teasing him. At this angle, his cock hits the deepest parts of you and you want to savor the moment.

"Princess...move faster please." He looks mighty, his hair is dripping with sweat, his toned hands holding your thighs, his chest heaving up and down, cheeks flushed. Truly the most beautiful man to exist.

You feel him twitch inside of you and you decide to stop torturing him, moving your hips faster and harder. His cum is dripping out of you, causing his lower stomach to be moist.

"Just like t-that." He won't last much longer, you can tell by the way his eyes are starting to get watery from the amount of pleasure he is feeling.

"You gonna cum hmm Levi?" His hips start bucking into your, meeting your pace. Both of you are a moaning mess.

"Y-yes gonna cum for you. Only for you princess." One of his hands travels to your clit, rubbing it. Your nails dig into his chest as you feel fire burning in your lower stomach.

"L-Levi!" His warm seed fills you once more and you cum around his length. You stay on top of him for a few seconds, before flopping on your back beside him, his cum leaking down your thighs.

"I changed the sheets for nothing yesterday.." He says and you laugh. "Change them again just not now. I didn't say that we were done."

"Needy girl." He chuckles, looping his arm around you and kissing your belly. "Do you hear that little one? Your mom is a freak."

"Any girl would be if they had you as their husband."

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[buckgasms]

💜Dirty Doctor Bucky

Dirty (flirty) Doctor Bucky's admin notices lots of new patients scheduling pelvic exams with him...she gets jealous and he has to give her a talking to about being rude to his patients. Up to you if he is actually doing anything nefarious with patients or if he's just too handsome for the public to handle. But he's gotta teach his employee how to act right and you end up getting fucked in stirrups 🫣🫣 "is this what you think I'm doing with them? Huh??"

Omg I am such a whore I don't care! Thank you darling for picking this one, as you know now this is my favourite secret kink and I TOTALLY have lost control.

Enjoy 🤭

Warnings: doctor kink, sort of dub con but not really because we like this shit, fingering, fuckin, HE'S A LADY DOCTOR lordt help me.

Come celebrate 2k with me!

You slammed the phone down a little too hard as yet another 'cougar' had called to schedule yet another pelvic exam with your boss. This was getting ridiculous. There is no reason for him to be doing this many. Plus the looks those women gave you when they came out from their appointments was enough to make you scream.

It wasn't that you didn't support all kinds of healthcare, but couldn't they go to another doctor? Why did they have to pick your boss?

Well you knew why. He was totally gorgeous, charming, beefy, he wore the white coat and had floppy chestnut locks. He was perfect. It was utterly ludicrous. But you wanted him so badly. And every appointment you booked was a knife in your heart. He wasn't doing anything with them (you hoped) but they acted like he did. And it pissed you off.

You didn't realise Dr. Barnes had been watching as you slammed the phone down, or that he saw a patient approach your desk and listened as you snapped at them, flicking dramatically through the diary to find them a space. He chuckled to himself. You were not subtle, but that's how he liked it.

When the patient shuffled out of the office you got up and started closing windows and making preparations for going home when he interrupted you.

"May I speak with you for a moment?" His smooth voice drifted over the room. You flushed and nodded, quickly locking the main door before going into his office. He left a seat free for you and sat behind his desk, he was smirking a little and your tummy fluttered.

"I've noticed that you've been somewhat short with a number of my patients. I'd like to know why..." You opened your mouth a few times like a goldfish. "Dr Barnes I'm so sorry l, I will be better I promise." He waved your answer away and shook his head, "I asked you why, what's the problem?" You fiddled with your fingers and looked away from him. "I'm... It's nothing really. Maybe I'm hormonal or something" you gave a fake laugh and shrugged at him.

"Hormonal? Well maybe I should check you over huh?" He looked at you seriously and you thought you might pass out. "Oh I don't know..." But he was already standing up and holding out his hand to guide you over to his examination bench. You always found it very intimidating with the cold leather and big metal stirrups. "Well unless it's something else bothering you...?" He queried and you paused for a moment. Maybe you could just be honest? Or maybe the ground would swallow you up? You paused. Nope. This was happening.

He helped you onto the bench and eyed you while he grabbed a clipboard. He then proceeded to ask you questions about your health history, personal life and habits. "Hmm you seem fine" he muttered as he ticked off a few things on his list before placing it down on the side. "You seeing anyone at the moment?" You couldn't help but laugh and stare at him, "Dr. Barnes, this is hardly the time!" He smiled and rolled his eyes. "It was supposed to be a polite way of asking if you were sexually active." You wanted to die but just about managed to shake your head. He smiled and squeezed your arm, "don't worry, let me just do a quick examination and see what might be causing all this drama in my office."

He gave you a moment of privacy to undress and cover yourself with a paper sheet on your lower half. It seemed pointless given he was about to get an eyeful of you, but you appreciated it anyway. When you were as comfortable as you could be he reappeared. You were suddenly struck with just how gorgeous he was and how fucking stupid you were. Why did you agree to this?

"Just relax, it'll be fine honey" he said and squeezed your thigh. You gave a pained smile and tried to exhale without sounding too tense. He left you for a moment to go and find a various assortment of equipment before he lifted your legs to sit in the stirrups. His fingers then started pushing and prodding at your most intimate area.

"I've noticed you seem to be most annoyed with my patients having pelvic exams..." His fingers spread your pussy lips apart and he rubbed a firm finger up and down your slit. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you, apart from that you are a jealous little slut...just look how wet you are."

You couldn't speak, he was massaging your cunt in the most perfect way, that you could actually hear how wet you were. He growled in approval as he sunk a finger inside you and curled it upwards. "I wanna know... Is this what you think I do all day? Fuck silly sluts like you?" You shook your head but he removed his finger and his hand came down hard on you and you squealed. "Tell me the truth." You moaned and tried to move but he held your tight. "Urrgh yes!" You shouted, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Well unlike you, I am a professional." He gritted his teeth a little as he spanked your exposed heat but you couldn't move thanks to your legs being stuck in the stirrups. "You need a lesson in manners if you want to keep working for me. And maybe if you're a good girl... You can get a little reward?"

All you wanted was him, and to keep your job (obviously), but mostly him. "I promise, I'll be better, I'll be good...just...please?" You begged and he chuckled, his fingers returning to probe your pussy. "Ha, I knew it. Little sluts like you just need a bit of attention to behave huh?" You wiggled again as you listened to his belt unbuckle and watched as he dragged his thick, hard cock against your folds. You wanted to make a point that he wasn't being totally professional at this moment either, but then he sunk his cock into you with one smooth action making you moan and grip the bench beneath you. He leaned forward and pushed your shirt up to squeeze at your breasts as he rutted into you. You gripped his arms and did your best to move your hips to meet his thrust. "Please doctor Barnes" you whispered, knowing full well it would drive him crazy. He leaned forward more, fucking you impossibly harder and wrapping a hand around your throat. "Again...say it again" he panted as your walls squeezed him closer to his release. "Doctor Barnes... Feels so good..." The assault on your senses, the roll of his hips, the sound of his voice was enough to send you crashing over the edge, and bringing him with you.

Once he had tucked himself back in his pants he brought your underwear over to you and helped you dress. "You've got a beautiful pussy" he said and you almost choked on your breath. "Doctor Barnes, that's not very professional!" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You have no idea how unprofessional things are about to be honey."

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[harley-sunday]

August Rush [09]

Summary: You’ve known Carlos for almost as long as you have been working in Formula One but you never expected it would take you seven years and a concussion to realise that maybe you like him as more than just a friend.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader (OFC nicknamed Pip) | Max Verstappen x reader (best friends)

Warnings: Language. NSFW. 18+. It gets a little- Intense, ok? Ok. 

Word count: 5.8k

AN: I guess four months between updates is how I roll now… But no, seriously, it’s been a long four months, believe me, I know. I have been (very publicly) struggling with getting this next part written but it finally happened. Today. Weird. Anyway. More good news - the next part is almost done as well. I don’t know how that happened either. So yeah, what was originally going to be a four-part story has now turned into a ten-parter that I love with all my heart. I hope you do too. Please feel free to come yell at me in the comments :) ♥

Masterlist

The sound of your alarm pulls you out of a deep sleep but before you have the chance to reach over Carlos to grab your phone from the night stand he’s already turned it off and mutters something that sounds like, “Too early.”

“I know,” you whisper as you slide one of your legs in between his and snuggle into him, “but I have that press release to put out, remember?”

“Hmm,” he agrees half-heartedly and presses a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. “Isn’t that at ten?”

“It’s getting sent out at ten,” you reply in a whisper, feeling your eyes getting heavy again, “but I have to brief Graham and Franz before that. We have a call at-” you let out a yawn and feel Carlos tighten his arms around you, “-at nine.” 

 “It’s only seven-”

“I wanted to be prepared,” you try to counter, but you know it’s a losing battle. Dinner with Carlos’ parents was always going to be a long affair but after Carlos told them you were dating, the champagne came out and you didn’t make it back home until at least two in the morning. 

Carlos reaches behind him and unlocks his phone, “I’m setting my alarm for eight-fifteen, ok?”

“Hmm-”

“Hmm,” he echoes, pressing another kiss to your hair. “I just want to have my girlfriend to myself a little longer, cariño. Is that so bad?”

“Must be nice, “ you mutter against his chest.

Carlos lets out a quiet laugh, “What?”

“Must be nice to be your girlfriend,” you whisper as you put your hand up to his face and let your fingers dance over his temple and into his hair.

He chuckles and turns his face towards your hand, kissing the inside of your palm, “I sure hope it is.” 

***

“That’s everything,” you tell Graham and Franz, the team manager and team principal of Alpha Tauri, after about fifteen minutes or so of briefing them. “We will send out the press release, add your statement to it, Graham, and if they have any further questions we will redirect them to the press conference on Thursday.” 

“Sounds good,” Graham says with a nod. “See you on Tuesday then.” 

“Yep,” you give him a quick wave and watch as he ends the video call, not surprised he doesn’t stick around for some chitchat. Graham is a busy man and in the almost seven years you’ve worked together he’s always been like this, always very much straight to the point.  

It’s just you and Franz then, the older man leaning back in his chair and scrutinising you from his home office in Trins. He looks at you with a mischievous smile when he asks, “So-'' he draws out the word, “-how was your summer?”

“Good,” you admit easily enough, but also hoping it will deflect any further questions he might have. Unlike Graham, who is much more guarded, Franz is an open book and expects the same from everyone in the garage, whether it be his drivers or any supporting staff, and so you offer, “Except for the concussion, of course, but I got cleared by the doctor this week so-”

“Back to normal,” Franz offers.

“Back to normal,” you agree with a smile. 

Franz nods, “Good. I’ll see you on Tuesday, yeah?”

‘Yes sir,” you confirm with a nod, knowing this is his way to politely let you know the call is over. It’s ok, you still have to call Pierre and Yuki anyway, so you can remind them of what to say should the press contact them. They’ve already received all the information from you in an email last Thursday but there’s a fifty percent chance they’ve actually read it, so you like to make sure they know what you expect of them. 

When Franz says his goodbyes and ends the call, you lean back in your chair, mentally preparing yourself for the ball of raging energy that is Yuki Tsunoda.

***

Once you’ve logged off you make your way to the kitchen where you find Reyes at the breakfast bar, enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. She looks up at you with a smile, “Good morning, mija.” 

“Morning,” you reply, mirroring her smile. After you help yourself to coffee and some breakfast you sit down across from her, not surprised when Piñon sits down next to you, hoping for some treats no doubt. You give him a quick scratch, “Hi buddy.”

“He likes you,” Reyes says as she watches you from across the table. “He doesn’t always, you know?” You must look a little confused because she quickly explains, “With Carlos’ last girlfriend, he didn’t really care, never really went to her for attention but with you it’s different. He seems very-” she searches for the right word, “- attuned to you.” 

You can’t help but smile, taking the paw Piñon offers you in your hand, “Good thing I like him too then.” When you let go you look at Reyes, “Maybe it’s because I’ve first met him when he was just a puppy-”

“No,” Reyes quickly interrupts, shaking her head. “It’s not that, I think. He sees you as part of his pack. Like he knows you belong with Carlos.”

Your heart melts when Piñon lets out a quiet whine, as if he wants you to know he agrees with Reyes, and so you pat your lap and wait until he puts his front paws on your legs before you press a kiss to the side of his head, “Aw, I love you too, buddy.” 

Reyes smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee. She leans back in her chair then, “So, I think the boys will be out for most of the day-” She lets out a sigh, “I don’t understand what it is about golf they like so much but at least it gives us a chance to do something fun with just us two, right?” She waits until you nod before she continues, “I have a friend who has a beauty salon in Canyamel, I could call and see if she can squeeze us in for a massage and facial today?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agree easily enough. 

***

It’s almost five when you finally drive back from Canyamel, feeling more relaxed than you have in a while. Next to you Reyes is quietly singing along to some Spanish song on the radio and not for the first time you wish summer break could have lasted just a little longer. You like being here, not just with Carlos but with his parents as well. It’s so- It’s so easy somehow, like you’ve been a part of their family for years already. Technically you guess you have, after all you first met Carlos and his parents in December of 2014, when they came to Faenza for a factory tour at Toro Rosso.

Max was there for the tour as well but he only brought his father and it wasn’t until the Spa Grand Prix the following season that you first met Sophie and his sister Victoria, taking an immediate liking to the two women in Max’s life. His father was a different story and it took you a while to realise he was all bark and no bite. 

From the moment Carlos Sr. and Jos met each other however there was some serious tension between them, Carlos Sr. being the more calculated of the two while Jos was always much more emotional. Sometimes you’re still surprised Max and Carlos even became friends with their fathers looming over them so much those first few years.

“Where’s your head at?”

You look at Reyes and smile, “Just thinking back to when I first met Carlos, back in Faenza. God, we were so young back then-” 

Reyes lets out a laugh, “You still are.” She puts her hand on your arm then and gives it a gentle squeeze, “This is only the start, mija. Just wait and see.”

***

By the time you make it back to the house Carlos and his dad have returned from the golf course and are enjoying a cold beer on one of the lounge sets on the side of the house. When Carlos sees you his eyes light up and he holds out his free hand to you, “You look amazing, cariño.” 

You give Carlos a kiss before you sit down on his lap, leaning into him when he wraps his arm around your waist, “Thank you. I feel very relaxed." 

“How was golf?” Reyes sits down next to Carlos Sr. and pats his knee, “You boys play nice?” 

“Always,” Carlos Sr. shoots back with a grin that suggests he’s not telling the whole truth. “Right, Carlito?”

“Hmm,” Carlos agrees before taking a sip of his beer. He lets out a heavy sigh then, “Papà won. Twice.” 

“Ai,” you say as you press a kiss to his temple, pouting a little then for some added drama. “You ok, babe?” 

“I’ve been better,” Carlos deadpans, throwing his father a look that you know means he wants a rematch soon. 

Both you and Reyes laugh, Reyes flicking her husband’s arm with her thumb and middle finger, “You need to let him win every now and then, mi amor.” She winks at Carlos then, “Just like he does with chess.” 

Carlos lets out a laugh when he sees his father’s shocked expression but doesn’t say anything, simply raises his beer before he takes another sip, “Cheers, papà.”

Carlos Sr. says something in Spanish that you don’t quite catch but that makes Carlos laugh even harder while Reyes tuts and shakes her head. She turns to her husband then, “Did you guys at least get everything for dinner like I asked you to?”

“Sì, mi vida,” Carlos Sr. answers as he takes Reyes’ hand and brings it to his lips. “Like you asked.”

“Good.” Reyes gets up then and pulls Carlos Sr. with her, “Help me get dinner started?”

“Of course.” Carlos Sr. puts his beer down and follows his wife to the kitchen.

“Dinner at eight?” Reyes suggests from over her shoulder. “The meat needs at least two hours to cook, so-”

“Eight is fine,” Carlos says with a kind smile before he looks at you, “We can take Piñon for a walk in the meantime.” 

***

“Come on,” Carlos holds out his hand to you and helps you down a particularly large rock and onto the sand. He’s taken you to Cala Rotja, one of the few sandy beaches around Cap d’es Pinar and about a thirty-minute walk from the house. Piñon’s already running towards the water, barking excitedly at the waves whenever they roll up on the beach. 

“This is beautiful,” you say to no one in particular as you take your shoes off and enjoy the sand between your toes, the beach empty except for an older man fishing on the rocks further down. The bay is surrounded by large rocks and pine trees and the water is an incredible blue colour that you wish you could capture in a photo. 

“It doesn’t compare to you,” Carlos says from behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist and lets his chin rest on your shoulder.

“Oh, nice one, Sainz,” you tease. “I see why they call you the Smooth Operator.” 

He chuckles and squeezes you closer, foregoing his usual witty comeback for a much sweeter, “I mean it though.” Before you have a chance to say anything he continues, “So I was thinking-”

“Hmm,” you hum, taking his hands so you can turn around and face him. “What were you thinking about?”

“Tomorrow is our last day together, right?” He waits until you nod before he continues, “I want it to be special, just you and me-”

“But you’re parents are here-”

“Ssh,” he puts a finger to your lips and laughs when you pretend to bite it. “I already talked to them, they are fine with it.”

“With what?”

He tuts, “So impatient-” When you raise an eyebrow at him he quickly continues, “I’m not going to tell you everything because it is a surprise. But I need you to pack your things already today so we can leave after breakfast tomorrow and I can drop you off at the airport on Monday.”

“So,” you draw out, “we’re not coming back here?”

“Nope,” he says and kisses your nose. “We’ll have breakfast with mamà and papà tomorrow morning and then we leave. Piñon stays with them, so it’s only you and me, cariño.” 

“Hmm,  you hum again. “I’d like that.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree easily enough as you let your lips ghost over his. “I’d like that very much.”

***

Dinner is another drawn-out affair but still time flies by and before you know it it’s after midnight and Reyes and Carlos Sr. get up to go to bed. You offer to clear the rest of the table together with Carlos and so you find yourself loading the dishwasher not much later. 

“That’s everything,” Carlos says as he hands you the salad bowl and two more wine glasses. He waits until you’ve selected the program, put the tablet in and close the door before he takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom, shutting off the lights in the house as you go along. 

You can’t help but yawn when you step into the bedroom and laugh when Carlos throws you a look, “Sorry, I’m just-” another yawn, “-I’m just tired, I guess.” 

“That’s ok,” he says with a mischievous grin and puts his hands on your hips, “we can make up for that tomorrow.” He leans in then, pressing butterfly kisses all over your face and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Hmm,” you sigh contently, tilting your head back when he moves down from your jaw to your neck. You run your hands through his hair and push yourself against him, “I could probably stay awake a little longer.” 

He chuckles at your suggestion, his warm breath hitting the skin just above your collarbone, and moves his hands to your face and cups your cheeks, making you look at him. Even in the dim light you can see his pupils are blown and so for a moment you think you may have won him over but then he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and shakes his head, “Tomorrow, mi amor.” 

***

“It was really good to see you again, mija,” Reyes says as she smooths down your hair before she lets her hands rest on your shoulders. “We will see you in Monza, ok?”

You nod and pull her in for a hug, “Can’t wait. Thank you, Reyes. For everything.”

“Ah, nonsense,” she replies and shakes her head. She pulls you even closer then and whispers, “No se lo digas a nadie, tú siempre has sido mi favorita.” 

You know enough Spanish to understand what she says and so you can’t help but smile, “Gracias.” 

She lets go of you and takes a step aside, Carlos Sr. stepping forward then. He kisses your cheek before he gives you a hug, “See you soon, sweetheart.”

"See you soon," you reply as you let go of him. 

Carlos is already waiting by the car and so you join him, smiling at him as he holds the door open for you. You hear him tell his parents he'll see them tomorrow before he sits down and looks at you, "Ready?"

You smile and nod, "Ready."

***

He still doesn't want to say where he's taking you, keeps saying you'll find out soon enough and so you sit back and enjoy the drive that takes you from Son Servera to Manacor to Algaida to- "We're going to Palma?"

Next to you Carlos nods, "Yes. I couldn't let you leave without visiting here first."

You sit up in your seat and lean forward a little, taking in the city appearing in front of you as Carlos navigates through the narrow streets with ease before he pulls up to a beautiful building marked 'Es Princep' which turns out to be your hotel for the night.

The room they've assigned you is a suite on the top floor with an amazing sea view and entirely too much space for just the two of you. There's an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne waiting for you on the balcony and even though it's only just after twelve you let Carlos pour you a glass, whispering a quiet, "Thank you," when he hands it to you.

He puts his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your temple before he touches his glass against yours, "Cheers, cariño. To us."

"To us," you echo with a smile.

Carlos lets go of you then and sits down on one of the chairs, patting his lap. Once you've sat down he tells you, "I have made dinner reservations for eight tonight but that's the only thing we've got planned today. We can do whatever you like."

You look at him with one eyebrow raised and can't help but laugh when his eyes darken as you say, "Whatever I like, huh?" You take another sip of your champagne, letting the glass dangle between your fingers then as you lean against him, "I would feel really bad if we came all this way and all I would see was the inside of our hotel room-"

Carlos swallows hard, "Don't forget the restaurant."

"-and the restaurant," you continue with a sigh for some added drama. Reaching out you take his wrist in your hand and look at his watch, "Then again, it is still early-"

You don't even get to finish your sentence because by then Carlos has already taken both your glasses and put them on the table before he picks you up and carries you back inside bridal style.

"Carlos!" You playfully slap his chest, "What are you doing?"

"Making sure we don't lose any more time," he replies, growling almost.

***

"Oh, fuck, right there, baby," you pant as Carlos latches on to your clit with his mouth, his tongue circling around your sensitive bud as he scissors you open with two fingers. Your hands are in his hair, holding him there where you need him most, with your knees pulled up to give him better access. 

He groans against your skin, looking up at you with hooded eyes, and you can just tell from the way his eyes crinkle that he's smiling. He pumps a little faster and watches as you start to come undone, biting down ever so slightly as you hook your feet over his shoulders to pull him even closer.

"Carlos, I'm gonna-" You try to warn him but it's no use, the orgasm that has been building ever since he put his fingers inside of you now washing over you, wave after wave of pure pleasure making you tremble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let yourself go slack.

His fingers still inside of you but his mouth is still going, helping you get down from your high with the utmost care. Once he's satisfied you're back on earth he kisses the inside of your thigh before he pushes himself up so he can capture your mouth in a kiss.

You're still trying to catch your breath and so your lips are parted and when he slips his tongue inside and licks the inside of your cheek you get to taste yourself and it's filthy and hot and maybe you won't make it out of this hotel room after all because you need him inside of you. Now. You pull back a little, your lips barely touching his when you tell him, "I need you."

He grins against your mouth, his fingers now circling one of your nipples, "Patience, mami." 

"Carlos-" you warn him, taking his lower lip between your teeth and pulling on it slightly. You gently bit down to make your point, "Now."

He seems to get the urgency and starts to push himself off, but you stop him with another kiss.

"I'm on the pill," you try, not sure if he'll agree with what you're suggesting, "and tested. I'm good if you're-"

He curses in Spanish before he pulls back and looks at you, pupils blown wider than you've ever seen, "I'm tested and clean too." He kisses you with a renewed hunger, "You sure?"

"Very," you whisper and let your nails rake over his back as he positions himself. When he looks at you then you nod, "Make me yours."

He does.

It's fast, a need behind his thrusts that leaves you breathless in a matter of seconds. He buries himself deeper and deeper inside of you every single time and it isn't long before you feel your second orgasm coming and you can tell from the way Carlos' moves become more and more deliberate that he isn't far behind. 

"Keep going," you breathe, letting out a loud moan then when he suddenly hits the right spot. "Right there, don't stop, don't-"

"Oh fuck." Carlos is panting now and slows down just enough so he can pull out all the way before he slams back into you again. 

"Almost there, baby," you tell him, sneaking your hand in between your bodies so you can rub your clit. It's then your orgasm hits and you can feel your walls clench around him and fuck, it feel so good. You watch Carlos, know he's right on the edge, and so you put your free hand on his cheek, "Come for me, papi."

***

You make it out of the hotel room eventually, a little self conscious because you're still a bit sore and you feel like everyone can tell what you and Carlos were doing earlier and so you hide behind your sunglasses as you stroll towards the cathedral. It feels almost sinful going in there- After. 

Carlos must feel the same way because when you reach the entrance he hesitates for just a second before he makes the sign of a cross and then steps inside anyway, pulling you along with him.

"Oh, wow." You look up in awe, admiring the way the sun hits the stained glass windows and casts a colourful glow throughout the open space surrounding you. "It's beautiful."

You take your time walking around the church before you stop at a small altar where you light a candle for the people you hold close to your heart. Next to you Carlos does the same and you stand together in silence for a bit, both of you a little lost in thoughts. When he takes your hand in his again not much later you're surprised to find him looking at you with his eyes glossed over and so you lean into him and give his hand a squeeze, "I love you."

He swallows hard and nods but doesn't say it back and for a moment there's this evil little voice inside your head that tells you it's because he doesn't feel the same way, but he presses a kiss to your temple then that makes you believe he does.

Once you're outside again he guides you through the small streets to the town square where you stop for a coffee for him and an ice cream for you. There's an endless stream of people walking by, mostly tourists, and you enjoy watching everyone go about their day, sometimes commenting on something that catches your eye. 

From the town square you slowly loop back towards the sea, stopping at a few cute shops you pass along the way, before you walk back to your hotel over the boardwalk and through a small park. 

It's almost seven when you make it back to your room and so you take a quick shower and get changed into one of the dresses you bought, a colourful maxi dress that you know goes well with the pale blue button down shirt Carlos is wearing, and pairing it with your trusted sandals. You opt for some light makeup and a simple hairstyle, yet Carlos still lets out a low whistle when you step out of the bathroom.

"You look gorgeous," he says with a proud smile and holds out his hand. "Ready to go?"

***

The restaurant he takes you to is only a short walk from the hotel and when you get there you're somehow not surprised to have the chef greet you personally after Carlos has let you know he's a good friend of his father. 

There are only a handful of tables scattered throughout the restaurant, each far enough apart from the other to offer some privacy, but still you're glad to get a table that's almost hidden away in an alcove. The chef introduces himself as Santi and tells you he's prepared a seven course menu just for you and Carlos as he pours you each a glass of champagne and tells you to enjoy your evening.

As always, the conversation between you and Carlos flows effortlessly and at times it feels as though you're the only ones here. He seems a little on edge at times though, but it's probably because the second half of the season is about to start, you decide after Carlos declines a second glass of wine and orders a water instead.

The food is amazing, each course better than the one before and yet the portions are small enough to let you keep your appetite. By the time you've finished the last course it's close to midnight and despite enjoying yourself immensely you can feel your eyes starting to grow tired. 

Carlos seems to pick up on it and reaches over the table for your hand, "We can go back if you like?"

"Hmm," you agree quietly. "I think we should."

"Before we go though," Carlos says and pulls back his hand, reaching for something in the pocket of his jacket that's draped over the back of his chair. He takes out a small, rectangular box and hands it to you, "I have something for you." He looks up at you, "I know you want to wait to tell anyone in the paddock about us but-" he smiles a shy smile, "I just want you to know that you're mine."

You carefully open the box and gasp when you see what's inside, whispering a quiet, "Carlos-"

His smile grows wider and he nods, encouraging you to take it out.

"I love it," you tell him as you take the bracelet he's gotten you out of the box, admiring the charm that's attached to it. It's a chess piece but it isn't until you hold it closer that you see what it is- The King. 

"I have this," Carlos says as he opens up two buttons of his shirt and pulls up a necklace you had no idea he was wearing, showing you the small charm that's hanging from the chain. "So you’re always close to me. My queen.” 

You hold out your hand to him and watch as he puts the bracelet on, the charm unsuspicious enough to not be able to link it to Carlos right away yet holding such a special meaning for you. You watch as it sparkles in the light and smile at Carlos, “Thank you.” 

***

The streets are much quieter on your walk back to the hotel and you enjoy the comfortable silence between you and Carlos, your hand in his as you walk side by side. It’s still warm outside and so once you make it back to your room you step onto the balcony and admire the view of the bay at night. 

Carlos comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. His mouth is close to your ear when he whispers, “I love you.”

“Carlos-” you start, but he squeezes you closer to let you know he’s not done yet.

“I felt so bad for not saying it back to you, earlier but-” he lets his lips ghost over the skin just below your ear, drawing goosebumps, “I do. I think I always have.”

You turn around in his arms and look up at him, “I love you.” You stand up on your toes then and kiss him, gently at first but it quickly turns into something more heated, a need behind it that you know he understands when he starts walking you back inside the room. 

He keeps kissing you, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth, the taste of the chocolate dessert still lingering. Your hands find their way to his shirt and you slowly start to undo the buttons before you push it off and let your fingers dance over his skin. You find the necklace then and pull away so you can press a kiss to where it’s hanging on his chest, muttering a quiet, “My king,” that makes him groan. 

Carlos cups your face and brings you back up to meet him and there’s a hunger in his eyes that you’ve seen before and can’t wait to satisfy. He places small open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw and further down to your throat and collarbone, sometimes sucking and biting on your skin before running his tongue over it to stop it from hurting. 

You throw your head back to give him better access and moan when he cups one of your breasts over your dress, his thumb rubbing over the fabric creating a wonderful sensation. “Carlos,” you breathe, not sure what you’re trying to tell him because you don’t want him to stop but you know you don’t want him to linger either.

“I want to try something,” he says against your skin. “Do you trust me?”

You nod, words momentarily evading you at the promise of- Something. 

He pulls back then and takes your hand, pulling you along with him to the ensuite bathroom. He stops in front of the double sink and stands behind you, catching your eye in the large mirror that covers the entire wall. Hooking his fingers under the straps of your dress he slowly slides them down and starts kissing your shoulder, still looking at you.

When the fabric falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties, it sends a shiver down your spine and you lean back against Carlos with a heavy sigh. 

“I want to watch you watch yourself come undone,” Carlos says, his voice low and a little dangerous. “Want you to see what I can do to you.”

Your throat goes dry but you can feel yourself grow even wetter at his words and so you nod in response.

“I need to hear you say it,” he whispers, both hands now cupping your breasts. “Do you want to come undone? Do you want to watch yourself as I make you mine?”

“Yes,” you breathe. Then, because you know what he wants to hear, “Yes, papi.” 

***

He’s got you bend over the sink, the porcelain cold against your hot skin, and you watch him in the mirror as he drives himself into you. He’s taking his time, going much slower than earlier today, but he hits your sweet spot on every single thrust and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“Don’t stop,” you plead, locking eyes with him. “I’m almost-” A moan then when he bottoms out again, “Fuck.” 

Carlos bends over and places a kiss between your shoulder blades, “I’m right there with you.” He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his breathing becoming a little more laboured as he holds onto your hips for leverage. 

“Yes! God yes,” you scream, feeling the pressure build inside of you, your orgasm ready to explode and fully engulf you. Without thinking you close your eyes and immediately Carlos reacts, one hand under your chin to make you look up.

“Open your eyes,” he says, the tone of his voice letting you know it’s not a question and so you comply immediately. “Good girl,” he praises and as a reward he sneaks one hand down to your clit, where he presses down his thumb. 

You let out a whimper, “Please.”

His thrusts become more irregular and you know it’s because he’s chasing his own orgasm as much as you're chasing yours. His pupils are fully blown now and there’s a sheen of sweat on his face, his hair no longer as carefully coiffed as it was ten minutes ago and God, he looks absolutely spent and more beautiful than ever. He grins at you through the mirror, that wicked smile that you love so much, “Come for me, mami.” 

You do.

He groans on the final few thrusts but then he stills inside of you and you can feel him coating your walls with his release. He’s muttering something in Spanish that you don’t quite catch but seem to understand all the same as he puts one arm around your stomach and pulls you up and against him. His other hand moves to your throat where he curls his fingers around it gently, his thumb tilting your chin up. He puts his mouth to your ear, “You see that?”

You lock eyes with him in the mirror, see how he’s panting, how completely blissed out both of you look, and so you nod, a satisfied smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

“We did that, my love.” Something changes then in the way he looks at you, a softness falling over him as he turns your head towards him and kisses you, “My queen.”

***

All too soon it’s Monday morning and Carlos is driving you to the airport for your flight to Bologna, the silence filling the car a little more charged this time. When he pulls up at the departure terminal he looks at you and shrugs apologetically, “It’s only for a few days, cariño. I’ll see you again on Wednesday, no?”

“I know,” you agree easily enough. “I just wish we could stay here for a little longer.”

Carlos chuckles, “That would only make it harder to get back into the real world, I think.” He reaches for your hand then and presses a kiss to the back of your hand, “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” you say as you turn towards him and cup his face. “We will be.” You lean in then and give him a kiss before you tell him, “I was thinking about telling Max about us this weekend. And once Max knows-”

“I can tell the world that you’re mine,” he finishes with a grin. Another kiss then, deeper and more intense, like he wants you to remember him, like he’s worried you’ll forget what it feels like. 

When you pull back you smile at him, “Can’t wait.” 

=== 

Notes No se lo digas a nadie, tú siempre has sido mi favorita. = Don’t tell anyone but you’re my favourite (at least, that’s what I hope it translates to...)

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Kept notes on a reread I was doing of The Art of Love and War because I am so obsessed with the gay little borrower darkfic... sharing with u @fireflywritesgt

it falls apart at ch12 because that is where i consistently turn into a puddle under my covers kicking my legs and making sounds only audible to shrimps.

I HOPE THIS IS A SMALL TOKEN OF APPRECIATION FOR HOW GUD THIS FIC IS, SINCERELY... LIKE I SAID PUTTING THIS IN SOMEBODY'S INBOX IS PROBABLY A WAR CRIME. SO.

There is soooo muuuuch I want to saaaay. I did a reread and excuse my being verbose but.

Ch10 where Harry reads about how tinies don’t ask for things and prefer to do favors for them — how extra insulting that makes his message in Ch1!! “Just ask” no wonder Joe was so pissed!!

ALSO him feeling “dirty, somehow” about accepting chocolate that didn’t kill him… was he having a little bit of feelings for “the kind man” and it got transmuted into self-loathing… 😭 oh internalized homophobia tag we’re really in it now…

Re: ch2 I would kill for Joe’s pov of this… I’m also so fascinated to pick up the detail that Joe apparently talked to himself regularly, for Harry to hear him through the radiator pipes… one assumes Joe doesn’t have guests. Poor guy! He’s really smart! He likes talking! The assistant job is perfect for himmmm.

Re: ch3, i wonder how much Captain Calloway’s “if you die it’s your own damn fault” has influenced Joe’s life ethos of fucking around and finding out (btw… Harry would be sooo horrified to know Joe had been poisoned 3 times and still tried that chocolate 😭 yet another fun! anecdote of his) … im also kinda curious about Gutters. What’s that guy’s deal. And OF. COURSE. How Captain got all his injuries. It’s also so very sad he feels this tension with the guys, what they’d do to him if they knew more about who he really was. I love this as a metaphor for homophobia…

Ch5 I’m still fixated on the giants who are guarding the place. Hundreds of tinies going there every day… you’d think there’d be snatchers all over the place 👀 and the other great worldbuilding… lab tinies… “they were corralling everyone everywhere and the women and kids went one way…” GOD. also them building tiny capitalism plus tiny race science is just 😭😭😭 noooo… the way Harry reinforces their shared dignity and humanity by showing genuine interest in Joe’s art.. ouuuugh it hits every time.

ALSO I WAS SO SUSPICIOUS OF HILL WHEN I FIRST READ CH6 BUT NOW THST I KNOW HE IS A BONA FIDE WIFEGUY ALL IS REDEEMED. I AM so curious as to why he keeps tiny town schematics in his office if he dislikes it…

Ch7 profoundly funny to me how Hill is like “miniature is the academic term” and Joe is like what. Tinies.

I really appreciate how Harry started off having some uh. Idk. Colonizer savior complex stuff + noble savage ideas about Joe? Like “oh it’s in mother nature’s hands whether he survives then… I see…” as if the tinies social constructs about Pets are some immutable fact of nature instead of. A social construct !! It’s really well-done, how you show him gradually understanding that he needs to listen to Joe, not assume he knows what’s best for him just because he read a 50yr old anthropology book!! It makes me love Harry all the more that he managed to grow through it out of fondness for Joe 🥺

AND OF COURSE. THE G/T GOODNESS. My god. I loooooove that Joe is so creeped out by giants that he has to keep his eyes closed to stomach it… just feels. Hmm. Realistic?? It would be so overwhelming. I love that his trust gets rewarded with the doctor not hurting him…

The rapport they establish being based on talking to one another… it’s just suuuuch a perfect central theme for this story… Joe being able to tame Harry’s anger by reminding him of Joe’s own humanity. “Please don’t do that, doc. This is mean. You’re being mean.” And “you’re treating me like I’m not even… not even…” UGH. RENT FREE IN MY HEAD, WARREN. “Maybe he could do it; maybe he could sit in the same room as a giant for five minutes. He would only have to do it once, and then he would never have to do it again, he reasoned.” Bitch u thought… get loved and cared for idiot…

Joe asking him “why not”, echoing Harry’s words that stuck with him…

And then him being sooo pissed at the phone it’s just absolutely amazing stuff. Wagging his finger at it/Dr Hill lmaooo. I was hootin and hollerin when I realized this foreshadows him being the assistant!!! He can talk on the phone just fine!!!!

His legs threatening to give way from the prospect of Harry seeing him at ground level after he escapes using the phone receiver… ouuugh. It’s SO GOOD. He’s come such a long way…

“Touching every wooden beam he passed for good luck” is INCREDIBLY cute mental imagery.., he’s happy… poor guy has awful luck tho so Harry is just pissed 😭 HIM NEARLY DESTROYING THE PLATES BECSUSE HARRY SCARED HIM SO BAD HAD ME FEELING.. SOME KIND OF WAY…

Ch8 also has the first mention of Joe’s books… I’m sooo curious where he got these.. did he perhaps make them…? 👀 YEAH HARRY SHOULD FEEL LIKE A MONSTER THO. YOU TERRORIZED A LIL MOVIE STAR!!! HE ONLY BROKE A FEW THINGS… Making him hide under his covers like he saw a monster… 😭

I love their first god awful handshake lmao. Incredible subversion of the usual g/t first meetings… Joe’s just like OK 👋 NOW GET THAT THANG OUTTA HERE

And then Joe going “I know about that!” Joe protested, his voice growing stronger. “It’s up to me, doc. If it happens, it happens and it’ll be my own damn fault.” … something tells me when Harry finally comes to understand Joe’s recklessness with his own life and what feelings about its worth may be underpinning that, he will be so sad 😔

Joe losing his toes to frostbite… realizing that could very likely be from when he was kidnapped and enslaved with O’Grady… uuuugh he’s so brave to want to connect with anybody at all let alone with Harry!!

Ch9 professor wifeguy moments… yesss… I love that he wants to hang out with another tiny too 😭 Joe is making friends!! I can’t wait to find out about Lorraine and what “other place” she knows about!!! Lmfao I can tell she’s going to be incredible just from the little bit Joe hears of her. I wonder too if she’s been marked… aahhh I’m so excited to learn more about these two. How interesting of a parallel, too, that Harry noted Dr Hill might also be a former soldier… something-something folks unable to fully integrate into society finding and building community with each other…

Also PROFOUNDLY interested to note on a reread that the tiny town on his wall says “a SAFE place to be” and the one in Riverdale said “a CIVILIZED place to be” 😬 a damn prison indeed… I also really wonder just HOW the tinies are paying their rent(?) to stay there, if they’re all as disdainful of “borrowing” as a career as O’Grady seems to be…

MAY I JUST NOTE that Joe stimming around is sooo charming to me. He’s kickin’ his legs. He’s pacing back and forth. He’s doing something like that in the walls when Harry was first listening to him. I LOVE HIM.. aND I love how this chapter we see him going from “that tall bastard (derogatory)” to “that tall bastard (amused)”

AND POOR JOE ON THE MOST CURSED FIELD TRIP IMAGINABLE. There is much to love here but I absolutely adore this imagery: “Joe buried himself in the curtain as the doctor, dressed to the nines in his work clothes and vaguely resembling a horse in a brown suit, sidled over to him and towered there and seethed.” HE’S TERRIFIED 😭 and Joe learns that other people value his wellbeing more than he does… wow Joe no need to ponder that any further until Ch15!!!

There’s SO much incredible prose in this chapter… the haaaaands oh my god the hands. The tinies are on the order of 2-3 inches tall, right? You really get a vivid sense of how big and dangerous everything is to them… absolutely A+ stuff.

This part also slays me everytime I think about it: “Joe was hidden inside [the pocket], and the thought of how unhinged his dear neighbour must look to his fellow giants as he walked and talked gave him no small amount of delight.” HE WOUUUULD.

The mystery of just what Joe created as a boy… what he can’t find it in himself to articulate… why he can hardly fathom talking about himself and his inner world to anyone …

PART 10… the difference in the way Joe confronts Harry here vs with the assistant in part 16 is somehow heartbreaking to me. I think the anger must just be displacement for how he’s really feeling (worried, uncomfortable…) and he’s more able to show his feelings to Harry with the assistants than he is now… but Joeeeee. I don’t ever want him to feel hopeless with Harry, like he just has to accept whatever he wants 😭 I love him in this chapter… Arms crossed, eyes narrowed… red faced… clawing at the air as he ranted Jdhdhdj GOD HE’S SO ICONIC: ““Nope. Not gonna happen! Veto!” Joe leapt up from the box, strode all the way to the edge of the table, and jabbed a finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted doctor things you intend to do to people but whatever it is, it’s not happening in my house!”” I guess I want him to still be comfortable with yelling veto at Harry lmao!!

And then Joe being like WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU SAVING ME THE OTHER DAY. THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME, A WILD AND INDEPENDENT TINY WHO HAD IT ALL UNDER CONTROL, AT ALL.

ALSO: the way he words this, I have a strong suspicion he does not know the word “patients”?! “”Let’s make a deal in exchange for patients. Give me something in exchange for patients.” Joe stammered. “You do that and I won’t make any trouble.””

Harry thinking of Joe as “the little bastard” in counterpoint to Joe’s “the tall bastard” really makes me smile too, hahahah.

AND THE FURTHER G/T TROPE INVERSION… just because he was willing to get in the giant’s hands one time doesn’t mean he’s suddenly fine with it!! I love how pissed they are at each other over this misunderstanding lmfao. He’s 👏 a 👏 wild 👏 tiny 👏 ‼️

And it’s so meaningful to me that the two of them bond more over sharing art with one another… Harry wants to introduce Joe to an amazing piano player… and Joe is so happy!!! The idea for a Charlie Chaplin bit with a rich miniature woman is SO inspired btw, I was as delighted as Joe was 😭 Harry being like “oh shit wait is this offensive” and then Joe just being like “THIS FUCKS SO HARD LMAO IT REALLY DO BE LIKE THAT”

And then the tragic aftermath… Harry NOTICING that he didn’t even know that he was doing anything wrong by bringing Joe there, it just FELT so dreadfully taboo (enough that Hill, who is MARRIED TO A TINY, also seems like he’s been caught doing something wrong when Harry first meets him)…. and then of course society reinforces that fear in a terrible way. Only a shared humanity regarding love of art saves poor Joe.. how lucky he’s gotten enough exposure to be able to speak in the presence of giants. You have to ponder how many tinies just as wonderfully complex as him have died for not having that skill. It’s so very sad!!! THE IMAGERY OF HIM ON THE LAMP LIKE IT’S A STREETCORNER JUST TWISTED THE KNIFE. Your writing really is so excellent, the way you can carry us through so many different emotions… Joe my belovedddd. I’m simply obsessed with the implications of him NAMING HARRY. WHAT IS /THAT/?? And the way that the narration in the story from this point on swaps to using Harry as his name… it speaks VOLUMES without you needing to elaborate on it at all. Joe has changed him! He’s becoming someone he likes better than Herman! A day we had good luck… Harry is good luck… Luck as a concept very different from what giants think of… I am absolutely enamored with how clearly he has a whole other world, another culture, that Harry can only guess at and be grateful to be included in.

JOE GETTING A NICE BATH AND A COMFORTABLE BED IN THIS CHAPTER IS JUST SO WHOLESOME (even if it will torment his Calvinist sensibilities later…) I am also so charmed to imagine how Joe must have woken up and been like “what the FUCK did I do last night. Where the HELL am I 🤨”

And then in Ch11 he’s like I WILL PROCEED NOT TO THINK OF THAT AT ALL. <- clueless

Ch11 is one of my favorites I think… we really get a good glimpse into how much heavy-duty rationalizing Joe is doing LMAO. “Taking food is fine, because I’m just using this tall bastard.” “It’s fine if I have leisure time.” “It’s fine if I like Harry and his company and I miss him when he’s gone and I want to give him a name.” “AS LONG AS I DON’T GET COMFORTABLE ALL OF THIS IS FINE.” This line is such a banger lol: “Joe Piccoli was many things as he went to sleep that night, but he was not a pet, and he was not comfortable.” And then the mouse!!! That Joe decides to draw rather than kill!!! Look at his needs being met!!!!!

IT ALSO ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN KILLED ME WHEN I REALIZED IN THIS CHAPTER THAT THE BOYS HAVE JUST. FULLY LEFT THAT FLOORBOARD OFF LMFAO??? THAT’S HIS SKYLIGHT NOW…

And then. Good god. The arm scene… it’s just. Soooo. 👌👌👌👌 I’m so … 😵‍💫💖❤️‍🔥…

“I’m a wild tiny!” “You’re going to be a dead tiny if that gets infected.” Their dynamic is so fucking funny. AND THE TENDERNESS OF HARRY TOUCHING JOE… Joe being so overwhelmed not exactly with fear but HMMM I WONDER WHAT EMOTION AND WHY HE MIGHT FEEL SO OVERWHELMED HE STILL NEEDS TO CLOSE HIS EYES AND PRETEND HE’S HIDDEN UNDER THE FLOOR AGAIN… 🤔🤔🤔 whyever would the touch of this kind giant make his hair stand on end and make him contemplate the reverence he’s being touched with and leave his cheeks burning… it is a mystery

And then Joe being so afraid the mouse would be hurt because in contrast to the kindness he’s been shown, he still has this long history of awful experiences with giants.. this part in particular made my heart hurt:

“Don’t kill the mouse, Harry, please don’t kill it. It’s just like me. It hasn’t done anything to you.” Joe begged.

Followed by him remembering that this is /Harry, his friend, who he knows/:

“The words hit Joe like the breaking of a spell, and he stood in the kitchen windowsill feeling downright foolish. Of course Harry wouldn’t kill the mouse, Joe realized - of course he wouldn’t do that.”

OUGH. This story is SO delicious I’m beyond obsessed…

The two of them having a much less Charged encounter after Joe has resolved some of his internal conflicts, at least for the moment… chatting away like they’re two normal friends while Harry touches him… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH‼️

Their motorcycle shenanigans… Harry showing Joe his precious Contraption and Joe absolutely hating it omg it was so peak 😭 PLAYING “WHO’S-MORE-BORING CHICKEN”… the way Joe is like “I would rather Die than have to listen to this guy talk about how he’s more exciting than me. Absolutely not.”

I also very much appreciate the foreshadowing of the street car on this re-read…

AND may I say I really love that they went on a little nature trip together!!! I have thought often of the potential of a g/t story set outdoors, where the normal sized person and the tiny are both made small by how all-encompassing the wilderness is. Something to do with camping or backpacking! Maybe something I want to write one day! This gave me a delightful taste of that.

AND ANYWAY THE ACCEPTING OF COMFORT EVEN AS IT FLIES IN THE FACE OF EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN TAUGHT TO ROMANTICIZE AND VALUE… ouuuughhh GET LOVED IDIOT!! GET SEEN AND KNOWN AND TAKEN CARE OF!!!

And then ch12… Harry’s realization that Joe won’t ever bring up anything if it’s just for his own benefit. Which by the way, on a re-read I can appreciate how cleverly you’ve set this up, if I didn’t write that clearly enough before! There’s something cultural there but also, I think, something uniquely Joe that Harry maybe can’t fully see yet. Harry’s watch from his parents breaking down at the same moment he’s trying to change his relationship with Joe, the new most important person in his life (at least I presume! He doesn’t seem to have other close friends/family) … very very good. This sentence is so evocative. Simultaneously funny and sad: “With the way Joe’s eyes shifted from side to side one would think the doctor had suggested they go rob a bank.” It’s very good angst realizing how much Harry is asking of Joe without him even knowing it…

BTW this part is so delightful. They’re so interested in each other!!! “When his footsteps announced his arrival, he could see the tiny’s movements through the missing floorboards as his neighbour crossed the floor and climbed back up to the windowsill above the counter.” <- guy who absolutely has NOT been gotten

“Joe smiling. A rare sight indeed.” JUST…. My heaaaart ‼️‼️

Also hilarious how Joe and now Harry have both had “mmm I do NOT like the way this guy is smiling right now” moments 🤣

GOD tho, Joe’s opening up about getting snatched… much like Harry, it made me feel absolutely beside myself.

^^^ AS YOU CAN SEE. I'VE FULLY FALLEN APART.

[igotanidea]

Be careful who you bring home: Morpheus x OC PART 2

You asked for it and I promised to write, so enjoy a little preview of part 2 to this story.

I got a feeling this will not end here.

Special dedication goes to @mypsychoticlove who accused me of teasing :D

“You seem distracted today.”

“Distracted?” I scoffed in denial “you think. I am completely focused.”

“Mhm, sure” Raynor clicked her pen and wrote something down

“Oh, come on, doctor.” I throw my hands in the air in utter annoyance “is that what they teach you in your psychology school? How to make a patient impatient? Pun intended.”

“If you have something to say now would be a good time”

“Fine” apparently crossing my arms was not a good enough sign of my internal thought “I think this is a complete waste of time. What do I have to do to get clearance and get back on field?”

“The same thing as everyone else. Talk. “

“I believe we are talking?” slight tilt of head was indication of irony, but Raynor either didn’t catch that or decided to ignore me, one way or another her watchful gaze was becoming a bit intimidating “Oh, give me a break” I surrendered and looked down first.

“ I heard from a good source that you got yourself a pet lately.”

“What?” well that was a surprise “Who told you?!”

“So it’s true?” well played, doctor, I fell right into your trap.

“No. Of course not. It was just a stray cat. Nothing permanent. My niece insisted on taking him home.”

“I see.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“I don’t know. It’s your office, I’m your patient. Is I see all you can say now?”

“It’s your time, agent. Your chance to talk to me, not the other way round.”

“Ok” I nodded my head, pondering “Can I ask you a question, then?"

“That’s unusual, but go on.”

“Who the fu….”

“Language, agent!”

“Who the fuck told you about me taking home an animal?” Screw the language. I’m already on the psychologist’s couch and apparently her job is to fix me so let her do that fully.

“I already told you, it does not matter.”

“It matters to me!”

“So you can find that person and do what?”

“Have a little conversation how rude it is to talk about other people behind their backs.”

“Conversation, hmm? Like you had a conversation with Barton?”

“That was different. We were at training!”

“Of course you were. You know, maybe getting an animal is a bad idea for you after all. You would kill the poor being within two days time.”

“You wanna bet on that, doc?” I knew what she was playing now. The inverted logic was quite popular technique and I knew it well enough from SHIELD interrogations, being the one who used it.

“Yes, in fact I do. “

***

„I’m telling you, boss….”

„This discussion is over, Matthew.”

“But I think….”

“Enough of it. I am not going back to cat form.”

“Well I think it’s worth a shot.” Third voice, far more cheerful than the previous two, came into the discussion

“sister” Dream sighed heavily, feeling like she might want to push him into doing something he would not like.

“hello, brother” she grinned “I heard about your little adventure.”

“Who told you?!” the younger endless raised his gaze and eyed Matthew with a warning

“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you get to see human interacting with animals. This should have been good to you. Most of them become more … gentle with pets.”

“I don’t see where you are going with this, sister.”

“Oh, you are a terrible liar, Dream. You know exactly what point I’m trying to make here. You need to explore more of the world in your cat form.”

“no.”

“you are taking this way too serious. Come on, Dream. Live a little. Life is full of surprises and you don’t have to be moody and sulking all the time. Come on” she nudged her brother’s arm “I’m telling you….” She flashed a smile again

“You two are unbearable.” He muttered

“So, think about it” Death took his arm and forced him to start walking with her “if you do, we won’t have to have this talk again. Doesn’t that sound good.”

“It does.”

“Why do I feel there’s a but coming?”

“But I don’t believe you would not talk about it again.”

“come on, boss, we promise, don’t we, Lady Death. And who knows, maybe you will enjoy this so much that…..”

“Enough, Matthew” Morpheus stopped abruptly and his Raven, who was flying close behind nearly bumped into his back. “I shall not listen to my subject.”

“Well that was painful. Remember who helped you get out of hell, boss.”

“That I do. But is does not give you any power, whatsoever.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Dream. Why can’t you just listen to your friend?” Death asked shaking her head in disbelief over her brother’s stubbornness. He already opened his mouth to interrupt her train of thoughts, but she was quick to continue “yes, Dream, a friend, but we all know you are in denial. However, if you cannot bear the thought of listening to Matthew, how about you listen to me, hm? I’m older, wiser and more experienced with humanity. Oh, and did I mention, older? “

“Twice.”

“That’s good enough of an argument” she shrugged “you want to bet you will like it, Dream?”

“I made a bet with you once” he reminded, his voice turning lower than usual.

“And you loved and still do love every second of it” she raised her hands stopping him from talking again “even if you will never admit it. So, how’s its gonna be?”

***

The second I left Raynor’s office I started to regret making that bet. Damn my stubbornness and tendency to prove people wrong. Some may say that was a bit of a masochism and ironically the source of this self-torture was my psychologist. Ha, ha, ha, laughing hard. In case you didn’t catch that it was high and thick irony. Now, I had to get myself a pet and take care of it for a while without making any part of this relationship go crazy. But how the hell am I supposed to do that. In my life I did not have much experience with the animals, blame the line of work. SHIELD was not really a pet-friendly environment. Ok, fine, there were some rumors about Fury and some cat named Goose but a cosmic being cannot be counted as a home pet. Maybe we should rank Spider-man or Ant-man as ones. But seriously, cats and dogs and even hamsters or parrots I knew were messy, loud and joyful animals, none of this trait appealing to me. The cat Jemma found yesterday was seemingly different but it’s not like I can summon him to me again.

“Shit!” I muttered to myself or at least I thought so.

“Look who’s here!” a familiar face came into my view.

“Oh, hello, Sam. Wonderful to see you, falcon” I grinned, sudden animal though coming into my head.

“Is it? “ he frowned and took a step back “I hate it when you smile like that.”

“Like what” I took a step forward, ready to make a dance.

“Like crazy. Seems like Raynor is failing on her job again. The same was with Buck.”

“One soul gazing exercise and you call him by nickname?” my raised eyebrows made Sam realize he made a mistake and said too much “what’s next? Gossiping about girls?”

“Actually….”

“you know what, I don’t want to know. What are you doing here, Sam?”

“What do you mean, it’s a park. Everyone can walk in the park.” Suddenly he became a bit defensive

“Mhm, right, sure. But what I found suspicious is that you live on the other side of the city and you have three others park nearby, so why this one?”

“I like this one.”

“Since when?” I insisted

“Since one of my friends lives here.”

“Sam…..”

“What?”

“Why are you spying on me?”

“What?” he shrieked and then coughed and then scoffed “Why would I do that?”

“You just affirmed it.”

“I did not……”

“Cut the crap, Sam. Tell me ….. oh, wait” sudden realization dawned on me “it was you. Shit, Sam.”

“You are not making any sense, agent.”

“what happened to friend?” I mocked “I’m going to ask you one question. Did. You. Tell. Raynor. About . The cat. I. Took. Home?” Since I made every word a sentence it was my chance to take a step closer toward him with every other one. Now I was standing impossibly close to him, looking straight into his eyes with my most intimidating look.

“Damn! You act like Buck, ekhem I mean Barnes now. Is that what they teach you to become and agent?”

“Well I learned it in the process, yes. That’s something you could use as well. Now, answer the question.”

“Fine, fine! I told her, but only because I’m worried about you, ok? I mean how would you react upon seeing someone you care about running around a park and taking stray cats home?”

“That is not what happened!”

“I did not say that was what happened. But it might. In the future. If we don’t act now.”

“Sam…” I rubbed my forehead in disbelief.

“What? I am worried about you, really. And I do want to help you. Missions without you are not the same. I miss your sarcasm and teaming up.”

“You know I appreciate it, really do. But why didn’t you come to me in the first place?”

“Would you listen?”

“Hmmm” I wondered about the answer “Probably not, but….” There was something on my right, a small, black, furry shape. It could not be……

“What is it?” Sam followed my gaze.

“It’s nothing. And I’m fine. I gotta go Sam. See you soon” I walked away from my friend trying to test a crazy theory.

“This girl is crazy.” Sam muttered to himself, shaking head.

***

Third person POV

“Oh no, it’s him again” she thought upon spotting a familiar figure.

 “Oh no, it’s her again” meowpheus thought at the same moment.

Dream should have known better, because where else could have they spotted the girl once more if not in the park that was nearest to her apartment. As for her, she couldn’t have known that, but her park was the only place Morpheus knew so far so the chances of meeting again was 100%.

As their gazes met, she knew there was something different about this animal, however not sure what. But the way he was moving around like he owned the place, the way he was avoiding people and, god forbid, kids, but not hiding was not a typical animal behavior. It was more humane.

“Are you stalking me?” she whispered in his direction.

Do you think yourself so special? You are just a human.  

***

I am going crazy. I hear a cat talking to me. Yes, I’m mental. Maybe if it was the first time I would let it pass, blaming the stress, anxiety, lack of sleep and hundreds different reasons, but it was happening again. Maybe I was dealing with some demon. Or even the devil himself. Or a familiar of some witch…..

Not quite so much.

“Ah!”  I almost jumped because of that little inside voice. Girl, get yourself together! You are an agent. You though criminals, villains and aliens and now a cat makes you doubt yourself?

Are you scared?

“What? No!” I scoffed. It was an instinctive answer, but what seemed natural to me was not like that from other people view. Of course they did not hear the cat so in their opinion I was talking to myself. To make it just a bit better I quickly put out my phone pretending I was talking thought the headset but they were still gazing at me suspiciously. Ok, now I gotta get out of this place. I rushed towards the gate, steady but quickly in my best intention to get home, but the cat followed me like a shadow.

Wait.

Just ignore him.

I think we can both use each other’s help.

A cat’s help. Right. Keep walking.

Wait!

Now he was not just talking, he was commanding and I was forced to stop and turn around since sudden darkness and coldness crept inside me. I was looking at the cat and he clearly was looking at me.

You are troubled. Now I remember your dreams.

I’m sorry, what now?

I know you.

That was not creepy at all.

And I hold power over your sleeping hours, so you will listen to me.

I raised an eyebrow in mocking expression and crouched next to him.

“You are a cat. How can you possibly command me this way?” I whispered “if anything it’s the other way round. I could do anything to you.”

You would not dare touching me.

“Really? Let’s see about that” I reached for him and before he could break away I was already holding him close “not so combative, now, are you?” I teased.

Put me down, immediately!

“Let me think about it…. No. Now I am in control. And I will not let go until you explain yourself. Who the hell are you, because you are not an animal?”

I do not need to…..

“I think you do ….From what I remember you are not a great fan of being embellished. You remember my niece? Wonderful girl. She loves pink and she loves glitter . And so it happens I can call her anytime and invite her in….”

Stop it

“did I mention she loves animals?’

Stop it!

“Explain. Actually, don’t. Not here. Let’s get to my apartment and then we’ll….. um, talk, I guess.

If only the poor girl knew who she was taking home……

 

 @somest1 @pinksirensong

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[littlesolo]

Melina Vostokoff

Posted on AO3 too

To @hereforalltheblackhilli for getting this out of my head...

Maria spends her down time going through files. Despite defeating Thanos, crises never stop coming. She's long overdue for a vacation, but the closest she'll come is a decent night's sleep. It's been a while since she's had one of those too.

Nick is someone she considered a friend. She's not sure what his official role is these days, but she knows he's not taking a vacation either. That's what she tells herself every time her calls go to voicemail.

With a sigh, she sits back and looks over at Natasha, who is fast asleep next to her. Her gaze falls onto the old photo that Natasha carries with her. Natasha has always traveled light, but they had received two photos in their post office box. One from an unknown sender and the other from Clint.

The first is an old family photo. Natasha's family, her Red Room family, but still family. Maria smiles softly at little Natasha with blue hair and her arms around her little sister, Yelena.

The second is a photo of Yelena standing next to Kate Bishop. A new young archer. Maria grins, remembering Clint's email about how he had his hands full with her. Maybe he has a better idea of all the trouble he'd given her and Coulson in the early days.

Her eyes fall back on to the first photograph. There's something familiar there. She has the files open because with every new threat she needs all the help she can get and hopes to find someone with a connection or experience. More often than not, she comes up dry and has to figure it out as she goes. One more thing she has to handle in addition to everything else. She remembers a time when she'd been on the helicarrier and missed being in the field. She'd like to take that back now. It not as easy now, not with how many times she's had to testify before some committee. Her face isn't unknown anymore.

She finds herself flipping through Clint's old files. She curses as the images fly past, stupid Stark and always needing an interactive interface. She misses him and his teasing. That's when she comes across it. That familiar face.

After Natasha was brought in by Clint and started working for them, Maria had things shifted. Natasha had proven her loyalty to SHIELD, but it didn't mean Red Room operatives wouldn't come out of the wood work seeking their revenge. Red Room was all some of them had ever had, having it seemingly destroyed wouldn't sit well so she took measures to keep Natasha safe. Leaning back, she shakes Natasha's leg to get her attention.

"Hmm?"

"When you started working with Clint as partners for good, I had our operations station moved."

"Looking out for me even then?" says Natasha in that voice that always gets to her as her arms go around her neck and leaning against her back.

"I had Clint go through a number of hoops before you two went out again."

"I remember that. Endless medical visits and enough stuff taken from me to make a clone. Why are you bringing this up?"

"Because it looks like Melina kept tabs on you. Made sure you were in good hands with SHIELD." Tapping on an image, she loads an employee's ID photo. Dr Marta Shearing. She can feel Natasha leaning in closer when she switches to another one. She feels her taking a shuddering breath.

"Mama Melina..." she hears Nat murmur.

Clearly the scientist infiltrated SHIELD as a doctor and could have interfered with numerous things, and that's with HYDRA already secretly among them, but that's for another day. Right now, she's letting Natasha know the woman she'd seen as her mom had never forgotten about her. It warms her own heart too, knowing that there are others who cared about her, loved her even, and didn't just use her. With a swipe of her finger she sends it to Natasha's private files.

"Do you know where she is now?" asks Nat.

"A general idea, but I can find out more."

"Not now. Let's sleep for now." That sounds like a good idea. Pushing her tablet aside, she lets Natasha curl into her.

"I love you Nat."

"Love you too, Maria."

#blackhill #black hill #martasha #maria x natasha #natasha romanoff #maria hill #melina vostokoff

[lovetohate001]

hear me out 001 x reader your brenners daughter and at first 001 wants to manipulate you then kill you to get back at papa but ends up falling for you

All is Fair in Love and War

Peter Ballard x Brenner’s Daughter! ORIGINAL CHARACTER

CW: Spoilers for Season 4 ahead | R-rated for violence (shock treatment) & language

Word count: 1.8k

© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

 When you were young, you had no idea what your father did for a living. While other kids got to brag about their parents being doctors and teachers, you were always told to say that what he did was “a secret”. And you could never figure it out, no matter how many times you asked your mother or pestered your father. But you definitely found out later. And it fell onto your doorstep, quite literally.

“Papa!”

You couldn’t have heard that right. From upstairs, in your room, you looked up from your homework. Was that a child?

Another rumble of thunder rattled your windows. This weather was dreadful. Especially with summer break right around the corner.

“Papa!” the shout was louder this time.

“I’m in here, Eleven. You know Papa won’t go anywhere,” you heard your father say.

What the fuck?

You made your way downstairs and went to the kitchen, following the hushed voices of your parents.

“Martin, you can’t bring this child in here without telling me first. Christine is-“

“Mom…Dad…?” you peeked your head in and immediately decided to step into view. “Who is this?”

“Oh…Christine. I didn’t realize you were home from school yet. It’s a bit early, isn’t it?”

“Hockey practice got cancelled today, with the bad weather and all,” you shrugged, kicking your shoe against the back of your other.  “So…who’s the kid?”

“Christine,” your father went up to the small girl and put a hand on her shoulder, “I’d like you to meet Eleven.”

That had been ten years ago. Now, at the age of twenty-eight, you were a full-time helper at Hawkin’s Laboratory. Like you really had any other choice after meeting Eleven.

“You’re a bit out of it today,” Peter pointed out, looking up at you from his place on the floor.

The two of you were on Rainbow Room duty today, and Peter was busy with 003, trying to help him influence his emotions. It didn’t seem to be working. Peter was his same serene self as he always was. 003 had been trying to force him to feel anger for a while now, with little success.

“Just a bit tired, is all,” you brushed him off and sat down alongside him. “It’s been a long week. Especially since 011 hasn’t made much improvement over the last few days.”

“Hmm…” Peter nodded and focused back on 003. “You’ve done well for today. Go get some rest with the other children, won’t you?”

003 nodded silently and got up, wiping his nose. The children here got nosebleeds often. You still couldn’t really find a remedy. The only thing you could give them was rest and reassurance.

“Do you want to go get some air for a while?” Peter offered you a hand as he stood up.

“Sure,” you took his hand gratefully and allowed him to pull you up. “Maybe the breakroom out back?”

The breakroom wasn’t as impressive as your father’s private office at the other end of the Lab, but being out in the sun did you good.

“Sometimes I wish I could get away from here,” you sighed, looking up at the sky.

Peter smiled and shook his head. “There really is no use in wishing away the time, when there isn’t much else out there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” he shifted and sat up against the wall, resting the back of his head on the cool brick, “If you look at it from another perspective, we’re exactly where we need to be. You’re working for your father, helping children harness gifts that others can only dream about. I think that’s more than enough.”

“And what about you? You’ve been here since I started. Don’t you miss the life you had before all of this?” you waved your hand in front of you, gesturing to the courtyard.

“No. Not at all,” he said shortly, voice a little more resigned. “I didn’t have the best life before coming here. Your father saved me in a way. Gave me a second chance.”

“In that case,” you reached your hand over and squeezed his hand, “I am glad you’re here now.”

His eyes widened a little at the gesture. He hadn’t expected you to do that at all. Especially since you two had done nothing but work together. Albeit as a team, almost inseparable most of the time, but still…this feeling was something new.

The hours crept along slower than usual for the rest of the day. You had been sent to the afternoon training room to oversee 002, 004 and 006’s progress, while Peter was sent for by your father.

“You’ve been doing well, 001,” was the greeting Peter received as he stepped into Doctor Brenner’s office.

Compared to the rest of the facility, this office was in stark contrast, with the mahogany desk and portrait on the wall behind him, of the ocean, tumultuous with a storm and a near capsizing ship. Doctor Brenner set his glasses on the table and leaned back in his chair.

“Thank you,” was all he replied with, his eyes steadily meeting Brenner’s. “That’s the most I can do here, since you were so keen to take away my own abilities. I can only hope to help children here to better themselves in the meantime.”

‘In the meantime?” Doctor Brenner chuckled. “My boy, as long as that little chip is in your neck, you won’t be harnessing your own gifts anytime soon. And you certainly won’t be making any advances on my daughter either.”

“Christine?” Peter frowned. “What have I done to give you any inclination that I have an interest in your daughter?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Peter. I’ve known you since you were a child,” Brenner snapped. “And I know you haven’t been spending more time with her here by coincidence. You’ve been following her around like a damned shadow. And I called you in to warn you.”

“If you,” Brenner pointed at him, “decide to use my daughter to get out of here with those sick mind games of yours, then I will have you killed.”

“You have no proof,” Peter said quietly.

What was this feeling? Squeezing against his chest. His heart hurt. He couldn’t breathe. But why? Why now? When he had tried so hard to get close to you to be free. To free the both of you.

“You being here is proof enough 001.” Brenner’s words cut through him like ice. “You are a monster. And nothing and no one will ever change that. You belong to me.”

Peter swallowed thickly and looked up, forcing himself to fix his gaze steadily on Brenner.

“I can assure you, sir, that I have no such intentions. Without my power, you know I am nothing. And I never will be anything as long as I am in this facility. And I know very well that you will kill me if you deem it fit to do so. So, answer me this question: why would I rebel against the man who will pull the trigger?”

“I’m glad we have an understanding. You are dismissed.”

Peter was escorted out by two of the other helpers. They all changed shifts and stayed so shortly on shift that he didn’t recognize their faces. They took him by the arms and forcefully steered him down the hall, into the room around the corner. Shock treatment was the only thing Brenner could prescribe to make sure 001 knew his place.

The currents washed over him in such strong and painful waves that he bit down hard enough on his lips to cause blood to trickle down his chin. And no matter how much higher the voltage went, he refused to scream, and willed that part of him you had brought to life again to die and bury itself away where it had once laid dormant.

Peter allowed the darkness to swallow him whole.

When you came in the next day, Peter hadn’t shown up the entire morning. Angela, one of the night nurses, had passed you on her way out and told you that he was in the infirmary.

You’d rushed down the halls and practically burst into his room. And there he was, asleep in a bed on the far end of the hall. Two children, 004 and 009, looked up as you came in, curious.

“Peter?” you slowly went up to him, eyes widening as you noticed the red marks covering his face. Were those burns? No…

“Peter.” You fell to your knees by his bed and clasped his hand tightly. His fingers were ice cold.

Your father had done this. And you knew it. He’d seen the way you had grown closer to him. After all these years, he had noticed that spark that lingered between the two of you. And he’d wanted it put out in the only way possible: by threatening him.

For the first time in your life, you held his hand as tightly as you would allow yourself to. You pressed his hand to your heart and sobbed. You didn’t care who was looking, or noticing.

“Christine…?”

You sniffed and tried to give Peter a watery smile. “It’s alright. I’m right here.”

Blue shadows bloomed under his eyes and he sat up slowly, trying to shake off the headache pounding through his skull.

“Peter…” you started.

“No. Don’t ask me anything.” He looked down at his hand, which you still held onto tightly.

“I’ll stay here then,” you replied stubbornly, squeezing his hand tighter in yours.

“Why me?” he asked, blue eyes meeting yours. “Why did you choose to love me?”

“Because you are kind.”

His heart stuttered.

“I am not kind.”

“Maybe not. But to me, you are.”

“You’re special,” Peter tried.

He had no idea how to explain himself. He was trapped. And he wanted to kill you and your father to get out. To be free. But that was a long time ago. When the two of you had been children. Now he wanted to get out of here. With you by his side. If he had to kill everyone else here except you, then so be it. But he couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t be-

“Peter?”

“Sorry. I can’t seem to focus on much right now.”

“I’m not letting him hurt you again,” you said gently. “Even if it means disagreeing with my father.”

He knew it would be more than a disagreement. To end all of this. But he would do this another day. Kill everyone another day. For now, he would rest. And keep you close to his side. Until he could find a way to get this chip out. Until he could finally be free. With you by his side. You would do this together.

And for once in his miserable life, Peter felt human. He felt love. And he knew it was all because of you. and he would never let that small bit of humanity you gave him slip away so easily. Not again. All was fair in love and war. Even if it meant he needed a few more deaths to get there.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this more than i should have! I hope you loved it too. I have a soft spot for soft Peter who actually has a heart. even if he is a mass killer with psychotic tendencies.

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💋Daddy's pretty girl2💋

After Jake and Jada fuck she ends up knocked up. So what does Jake do? He takes her away until she gives birth.

Warning ⚠️: stepcest! Pregnancy sex, breeding kink, birth, blood, slight mention of Jake, divorce, cream pie. Minors DNI!

After Jada had sex with Jake it kept going. She wanted to end it, she had to so her mother wouldn't hate her.

Jada tells Jake she didn't want to continue ge wasn't happy. He grabbed her by her neck "So that's what you wanna do baby girl? Hmm? YOU DARE LEAVE ME?!"

Jada struggled Jake snapped out of it. He realized that he hurt her he hugs her "Oh baby girl daddy's sorry- I didn't mean to."

Jada: it's ok..I'm ok.

Jake wrapped his arms around her kissing her he falls onto his bed with Jada under him "pretty girl..daddy's dick misses you~"

Jada took her pink panties off as Jake take his 10 inch cock out he stroke it as precum ooze out the tip it was getting thick as he moaned.

Jake: "Oh fuck..I wanna fuck your pretty pussy so~ bad baby girl..Will you help me? Will you help daddy cum princess?"

Jada: "Yes daddy" She opened her legs as he went inside her thrusting deeper and more rough thrusting faster and faster moaning loudly gripping the sheets and shaking.

Jake: "Ahh! Oohh fuck fuck fuck! Oh baby girl oh yeah right there!" "Your so sweet, so warm, do fucking tight, so tight and juicy! Ah! Oh your better then your mother."

He thruster deeper feeling his orgasm coming fast, "Ahh yes! Ooh I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum im..gonna I'm gonna! AHH FUCK PRINCESS DADDY'S CUMMING!"

He came inside her wet pussy and womb.

4-5 months later

Jada was nauseous one morning, she threw up not knowing why but she go to the doctor.

Dr Simon: Your pregnant Ms sully.

Jada: what ?! Oh God no..maybe I should tell him.

*At dinner*

Jada and Jake were alone at dinner he sees her looking down : what's wrong baby girl?

Jada: daddy..I'm pregnant.

Jake was shocked by this news. "Really babe? Oh Jada I'm so happy!"

Jake saw her face looking sad: "What's wrong princess?"

Jada : "It's just, my mother Neytiri might find out out us. I'm scared Jake."

Jake: "Don't worry my princess I'll take care of it, I'll talk to her and take care of everything."

Late Jake waited for Neytiri to come in his office. Neytiri came in.

Neytiri: Jake I'm here, what is it you want to talk about?

Jake sighed: Neytiri it's over. I've fallen in love with another woman. And it's Jada.

Neytiri looked shocked then she went to hit him she held her back : Jake! You bastard you bastard! Your in love with my daughter?!? My youngest daughter?!

Jake: yes, I am. Jada's an adult now. And there's more.

Neytiri glared at him: What?? What else could you possibly tell me?!

Jake hesitate for a moment before looking at her : She's pregnant with my baby.

Neytiri looked like she was having a heart attack: WHAT?!!! You got your step daughter pregnant?! You bastard!

Jake: Well it's too late to get rid of it. If you suggest anything that'll harm my baby or anything I'll kill you.

He said in a dark threatening way.

He and Neytiri's divorce was over and done, Jake was free he and Jada got Married when she was 6 months pregnant.

At home

Jada was now 7 months pregnant and she looked beautiful, Jake was in lust seeing his new pregnant wife in her pink silk robe naked, her breasts were swollen and she looked thicker. He looked at her thick ass jiggle as she walked he couldn't take anymore.

He takes his clothes off and goes to Jada who was near the bed he kisses her lips deeply as she moaned.

Jada: "Jake what are you doing?"

Jake: "I need it..I need you..your body is driving me nuts. I'm going fuckin crazy princess."

Jake's dick throb with precum oozing out.

Jake: "Open your legs show daddy that pretty wet pussy."

Jada opened her legs her pussy was wet it twitch wanting Jake's big, throbbing, cock.

Jake began fucking her like a wild, savage animal in heat moaning and screaming losing his mind.

Jake: "Ahh!! Ooh yes yes ooh yes Jada fuck! Oh baby girl ah yes~! This pussy is so good~!"

Jada moans feeling Jake's cock hitting her G spot hitting her wet walls squeezing him tighter.

Jada: "Ahh~ Ah! Oh ooh Jake ma Jake yes yes!! Oh fuck yes Jake!"

He pulled out and bend her over having her back arched he pounded her pussy moaning loudly.

Jake: "Ahh baby girl yes ohh yes! I can't wait til my baby's born so I can fuck this pretty wet, slick, tight, sweet pussy and knock you up again!"

Jada: "Yes daddy~! Ohh Jake! Jake yes impregnate me with more of your babies in the future Jake! I'm Cumming daddy! Ahh big daddy- Jake ma Jake I'm gonna cum~!"

Jake thrust faster growling becoming more animalistic while gripping her thick ass.

Jake: "Daddy's cumming too princess! Ohh princess princess! Ah Jada ahh I'm cumming too princess I'm cumming take it, take it, take your husband's cum!"

He came in her.

9 Months 🤰

Jada gave birth to a baby girl. Her name was Angelina Annie Sully.

Jake held her tiny hand smiling: "My baby girl, she's so precious and beautiful Jada. I love you so much."

Jada: "Thanks ma Jake our little baby girl is here."

2 years later

Jada and Jake had sex together after their 2nd anniversary.

Jada was pregnant again. She gave birth to another baby girl named Anastasia Alicia Sully.

Jake was happy with his new family.

#jake sully smut #yandere avatar (james cameron) #avatar way of water #avatar oc #stepcest avatar #avatar james cameron

[justfangirlstuffs]

Satisfaction Guaranteed

Back injuries are the worst, but thankfully, you have a friend who is unwilling to sit by and watch you suffer through it.

You x Sun (Dawn)

Yet another day where physical pain was just the norm. Honestly, you were getting used to it by now, not even bothering with the pain meds because they just didn't seem to be doing much to ease your discomfort. You'd had an accident that resulted in a pulled back muscle. Sadly, since it funnily enough did not happen on the job, workmen's comp was a no-go for you and you really didn't have the money to shell out for doctor bills at the moment. So, you chose to suffer in silence. You were good at that. It was practically an art form for you at this stage in life.

However, you had felt a little bad when the other day you had bumped into agent Dawn and he had taken notice of your discomfort. You found it was nigh impossible to hide anything from him and you couldn't bring yourself to lie when he asked you point blank if you'd been hurt. So, you explained the results of the accident -excluding the event itself because the details were just too embarrassing-. That you had a pulled muscle in your back but it was fine and you were still work able. You don't think you fully convinced him, but he eventually eased off the subject. You soon learned, however, that he was far from ready to drop it.

A few days later, Dawn caught you while you were on break and invited you to his office. Being one who thoroughly enjoyed his company, you readily accepted. As you stepped inside his office, you paused when you noticed a cot sitting in the room.

“Have you been sleeping at work?” you asked.

Dawn chuckled as he shut the door behind him and you heard the soft click of the lock. “No, silly, that's for you.”

You were silent for a beat as your brain processed this. Not wanting to jump to any conclusions just yet, you said, “I'm gonna need some context and fast, please.”

“Oh, are you thinking something naughty?” he asked slyly.

And there it was; the heat racing up to your face that was so palpable you felt like you could serve as someone's personal space heater. “Dawn,” you groaned. “What's the cot for specifically?”

Dawn chuckled. “Sorry, sorry, I just can't help myself when it comes to you it seems. Do you remember our conversation the other day about your back injury? It’s still bothering you, isn't it?”

Ah, is that what this was about? Wait, scratch that, this really didn't clear anything up because why the cot? However, his concern derailed your confusion of the situation for the moment. “Yeah, it still hurts but I'm managing. You don't need to worry.”

“And yet, worry I do,” he said with a lamenting sigh. “The thought of you hurting, and being able to do nothing…” He paused, eyes drifting to the side for a moment. Then he seemed to snap back, his demeanor visibly brightening. “Thankfully, I believe I found a solution.”

“Oh?” Your curiosity was further piqued. “And I take it, it involves the cot somehow.”

“Mm-Hmm,” he affirmed coyly. “I'm gonna need you to lay down on it.”

“Why?” you asked, a mix of nervousness and self-consciousness rearing both their ugly heads.

“It's a surprise.”

You can't remember ever seeing him quite this… giddy? Eager? And maybe a touch… apprehensive? No, surely you were imagining that last one. There was no way that Dawn of all people would be apprehensive about anything… right?

Seeing the conflict in your features, he stepped forward, taking your hand. “I know I can be horribly incorrigible at the best of times,” he murmured. “But I'm asking you to trust me. I promise I will take the absolute best care of you. Satisfaction guaranteed.” He said that last line with a smile and a little wink.

It was a miracle, truly, that steam wasn't whistling out of your ears like those old-school cartoons. How could you possibly say ‘no’ to that? Taking a deep breath, you heaved out a sigh and said, “Of course I trust you, Dawn.”

His smile softened and he gave your cheek a gentle caress, his fingers felt smooth and cool on your warm skin. “Thank you,” he said, and it was the most sincere pair of words you think he's ever spoken to you. “Now, on your stomach, if you please.”

‘Yes, Sir,’ you thought in your head. You didn't dare say them out loud, not even flippantly for the fear of what he would say in reply. You got settled down onto the cot, wincing at the uncomfortable twinging in your back, but that was par for the course. It was hard not to set it off in some fashion no matter what you were doing.

“Can I at least have a hint of what to expect?” you asked, settling your chin on your folded arms.

“Hmm, I suppose,” Dawn said playfully. “I think you'll find this experience very… stimulating.”

He drew out the last word and you felt his finger brush over the curve of your ear. The touch made your gut flutter. That was fine though; you had previously established that playful touches like that from him didn't bother you, something he seemed to enjoy taking advantage of at every opportunity. He was a bastard (affectionate) but he was a respectful one at the very least. Maybe that's why you felt comfortable with him even with all the relentless teasing. You knew that if you ever drew a line he would abide by it, no questions asked.

“I'm going to push your shirt up,” Dawn warned you. “Is that okay?”

You wondered if you'd be any less anxious if you knew what exactly this devious man was planning.  Who were you kidding, probably not. “Go for it.”

There was a pause followed by a delighted hum. “Interesting choice of words.”

You buried your burning face in the pillow. You just couldn't win it seemed. You must seriously enjoy losing this game because you never seemed to shy away from playing. Maybe that made you a winner in some regard. Thanks to his warning, you were able to keep your breath even as you felt the fabric of your shirt pushed up, exposing the middle and lower area of your backside. This was fine. You felt his fingers settle onto your skin and you twitched more out of anticipation than anything. 

“Relax, darling,” Dawn chuckled from above you. “I haven't even started yet.”

“You’re evil,” you mumble petulantly.

This elicited another small laugh from him. “As I said, I can't seem to help myself when it comes to you.”

The sly tone in his words was all the warning you got before he pressed down. You gasped, your skin tingling where he touched followed by a sensation you were not expecting and could not have prepared for. It started small at first, just a slight tingle, not dissimilar to the pins and needles feeling of your foot falling asleep. But then it grew and grew in a steady pulse until…

“Holy F-” You let loose a curse because you could scarcely describe what had just happened or how Dawn’s touch had made it happen.

“Language,” he tsked above you. “But more importantly, how did that feel?”

“I… I don’t know…” 

“Painful?”

“No, just weird.”

“Bad weird?” His tone was colored with a hint of concern.

“No, just weird. Unexpected.” You paused, then feeling a little daring, said “Could you do it again?”

That seemed to help him regain his full confidence. “With pleasure~.”

Now that you had an idea of what to anticipate, you focused on breathing while Dawn's fingers sent that tingling pulse through your skin. Working its way down into your muscles which started to move of their own accord. It was very strange, feeling your muscles twitch without your say-so. But it wasn't painful at all. In fact, it was starting to feel really nice, and you were getting used to it. 

Apparently, Dawn sensed this, because he said, “Let's take it up a notch, shall we?”

The sensations increased and the sounds that left you were incomprehensible as you writhed beneath his hands. “You... demon,” you growled when the pulse had settled back down and you could form words. “What if someone heard?”

“Oh, not to worry, my office is soundproof. So feel free to be as loud as you want.”

You honestly couldn't tell if that was a flirt or a threat. “I'm starting to think you're getting more enjoyment out of this than I am,” you muttered.

“So, you are enjoying it then?”

Oh for the love of- “I mean, yeah, just, maybe giving me a little more warning, please?” You didn't think you could face him if you kept making all these weird noises.

“Fair enough, communication is important with something like this.”

As Dawn continued to work on you, you noticed your back pain was beginning to fade. Once you had re-established a baseline of comfort with the tingles, he started to get.... creative. The pulses began to vary, being soft at first and then creeping up in intensity until you were biting down on your shirt collar to keep quiet. Sometimes the pulses would be short and soft, like the fluttering of a butterfly. Others would be stronger and more lingering, like an ocean wave. Some would come it rapid bursts, like mini lightning strikes. He was basically commanding your muscles into a strange and delightful dance that you had no control over, but rather than scaring you, it was oddly thrilling. Well, he had said this would be a stimulating experience. Funny, you never took him for a punster. 

“How are you doing this?” you asked him as his fingers shifted to a different area of your back to work on.

“After you told me about your injury, I did some digging, and apparently electric muscle stimulation does wonders for muscle pain and recovery. So, I may have done some rather thorough research the past several days,” he said with a light laugh. “I can control the amount of electricity that goes through my hands at any given time. Normally it's for interrogation purposes, but I thought, why not use it to help a friend?”

“You… went through all that trouble for me?” you mumbled in disbelief.

“It was no trouble because it was you,” Dawn said softly.

Just the way he said it made you believe he wasn't just saying it to be smooth or to make you blush. It sounded like he truly meant it. Your heart felt so full and you had the overwhelming desire to hug him, just to show how grateful you were. “Thank you.”

Dawn continued his treatment until your back was pain-free and you felt like a whole new person. “'There is some bad news, I'm afraid,” he said as you sat up on the cot.

“What's that?”

“Sadly, the treatment isn't a one-and-done deal,” he informed you.

“Oh, my, that IS bad news,” you said with a small roll of your eyes, already guessing what he was getting at.

“An absolute travesty,” he agreed with a grin. “However, if you're satisfied with your experience and you feel like making a return visit...” He trailed off, eyes looking to you for an answer to his unspoken question.

You grinned, finding this newfound bashfulness to be rather endearing. “Yeah, you can pencil me in for another time.” You paused, then said, “On one condition.”

His head tilted in curiosity. “Yes?”

“May I….” You hesitated a moment, gathering your courage before pressing on. “See your claws?” 

He stared at you curiously for a few beats. Then, he held up one hand and you watched as claws extended from his fingertips. It was so incredibly fascinating to watch in action. You held your hand out in a silent request and he place his hand in yours so you could have a closer look. You ran your fingers carefully over them, taking in their feel and texture. You tried not to notice how intently Dawn was watching you.

“Not many like to see them,” he murmured. “They're… well, a bit unnerving for most.”

“They're a part of you though.” And just to show you meant it, you brought the clawed hand up and pressed it against your cheek, nuzzling it. “That's what makes them beautiful.”

Dawn’s sunrays gave a little twitch, and you think you’ve rendered him momentarily speechless. You grinned. It was nice getting to be the one to fluster him for once. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you released his hand, watching as the claws retracted out of sight.

“I’m already looking forward to next time,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you agreed, lost in the moment. “Well, feel free to stimulate me any time.” You stopped when you realized what you just said. “Wait... I didn't... I mean...”

Dawn got the biggest grin. “Oh really? ANY time you say?”

“I'm leaving! Bye!”

You made a mad dash for the door, your ears burning as Dawn's light-hearted laughter followed you out into the hallway. Welp, you managed to commit seppuku on your pride, but hey! At least your back felt great! Satisfaction guaranteed, indeed.

(Yet another fanwork based off of '@lavenoons Accidentally Undercover AU. Because someone suggested since Moon got his massage drabble Sun needed one too. You know, for balance.)

#sun x y/n #sun x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf sundrop #accidentally undercover #au #the daycare attendant #please forgive typos #i was half awake while writing and editing this #justfangirlwritings #cw suggestive #kinda sorta

[lunar-years]

i think roy’s the first person jamie’s ever told about his trip to amsterdam, and i know some people think he’s told georgie about it or at least that georgie knows something bad happened. but. now i’m curious about what jamie talked about in his session with doctor sharon. do you think he only went the one time? maybe focused on his dad’s physical/emotional abuse?

on the Amsterdam & Georgie front: I do have an explanation/reasoning for why i don't think he's told Georgie. I was just messaging someone about it yesterday! But in any case I am pretty convinced Roy was indeed the first person Jamie told. (However there's a really good alternative take in the fic I recommended about Jamie and Amsterdam, in which he does tell Georgie and it pans out in a specific way. That's the one argument for him telling Georgie that I've seen so far that really makes sense to me within a canon context, lol)

it is super interesting that you would bring up Jamie and therapy and Dr. Sharon though, because i was genuinely JUST thinking about this!!! I think a fairly common consensus is that the "don't speak to me like that" language we see in the Wembley locker room is a line direct from Dr. Sharon, and/or that Jamie is king of therapy etc. idk...I'm not convinced on either front. I'm not NOT convinced, either. I don't have a super strong opinion on it one way or another because I don't think there's really enough evidence to support either conclusion, but.

I will say, I personally think the one scene we get of Keeley taking Jamie down to Dr. Sharon's office is not enough to indicate Jamie loves therapy and keeps going back. Like, with Colin we get several small lines/details to show he's consistently seeing her, and we do not with Jamie, which is notable I feel. Yeah, he's shown to be all pleased to be talking about himself in the 2 seconds we see after he sits down with her, and it's a funny moment but... it's very superficial. Jamie likes talking about him in a certain surface-level way for sure, but he definitely keeps personal things about himself and his past close to his chest IMO. So to answer your question, yes I think it's a real possibility that he only went that one time.

As for what they spoke about...the reason Keeley brings him down there is very explicitly because he's complaining that no one on the team likes him, and I do thing that's what they discussed. That's also a problem that get resolves in the very same episode, and I'm not sure Jamie would have the self-insight at that point to be like "hmm maybe I should keep going back to therapy so we can dive into my Dad Trauma." Personally, I think when Jamie isn't immediately dealing with his father he is extremely good at putting him out of his mind and telling himself "that doesn't bother me anymore." He strikes me as generally being like, "Oh yeah i'm totally over everything bad that's ever happened to me! It's so not a big deal 🤪" deflection behavior. That is, until something happens that triggers him or he has another encounter with the man and then it's like...actually yeah that problem has never gone away and I've never actually dealt with any of it! So maybe he goes back for a session or two after Wembley, I could definitely see that. But I don't really think he keeps up with it once Dr. Sharon leaves.

I certainly do hope he returns to it after s3 though!

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #asks #while i am certain Georgie would be supportive i am equally certain James has some strongly negative thoughts on therapy #that combined with...as with many abused kids i think jamie has probably been primed to not discuss the abuse that took place w 'outsiders' #I'm pretty sure there'd be some wonky mixed feelings about therapy jamie would need to work through before becoming a regular #but maybe not! again i think the possibilities are endless as there is next to no canonical evidence of it one way or another