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i will never get over this man i fear !!!!

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I feel like this is actually how James would find out 😭😭

James: Are you sleeping with Moony?

Sirius: What? Can’t two grown men share a bed together without it being sexual, Prongs?

James: No

Sirius: Yeah, I’m sleeping with Moony. Definitely, we’re also dating

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Kinktober Day 2-Peter Parker(Biting/Scratching)

Sorry it's late but im lazy, hope you enjoy.

TW: Unprotected sex, biting and "scratching"

Words: 533

May fell asleep a while ago but Peter just wanted to be extra safe before doing what he wanted to do. 

He looked over to his aunt one more time to triple check she was asleep before moving his hand, that was originally around his girlfriends hips, down a bit further. 

Her head was on his arm, watching the movie when she felt his hand go into her pj shorts and rub her slit. 

He took his middle finger and slowly pushed his finger inside her, causing her to bite her lip to keep in the sound she so desperately wanted to make. 

After a couple seconds, he pulled his finger out, causing her to whine. 

He tutted in her ear, pulling down his sweats just enough to release his cock and then slowly lowering her pj shorts. 

He slowly rubbed his cock up and down her slit a few times before inserting himself inside. 

She turned her head towards his arm and bit down to stop the loud moan she wanted to release. 

He started pumping, going faster and faster until she was biting his arm, which may have caused him to bleed a little bit.  

She was gripping his arm so tight, she left nail imprints on them. 

He looked down at her, his breathing starting to become short. 

“I'm about to cum baby but I need you to cum first. Can you do that love? Huh?” Peter whispered in her ear.

She nodded and closed her eyes as soon as she felt his finger rubbing her clit. 

“Oh my gosh Pete, Im cumming petey oh my godddd” She whispered to him, running her nails up his arm before forcing it over her mouth to help stop the big moan she let out as she came. 

He continued rubbing her slowly helling her come down but also helping him cum as well. 

And a couple minutes later, he pulled out before cumming all over her back. 

He moaned in her ear as he came and she sighed as she felt his warm release. 

The sigh almost sounded relieved, as if she’s been waiting for this to happen. 

He took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her lips.

They quickly pulled away when they heard shuffling next to them and they both looked over to see may turning over to face them. 

They both held their breath, but once she did a little snore, they both released a breath. 

They looked at eachother and giggled before she quickly pulled her shorts up and stood up, on shaky legs. 

Peter raised an eyebrow as if to ask what she's doing. 

And she just pointed to the end of the movie credits and whispered she was gonna go to the bathroom to change her shirt. 

He just nodded and stood up too. 

He looked at may again before, walking over to her, covering her with the blanket by her feet, and turned off the tv. 

Then he went to his room, to find his girl already laying there, waiting for him. 

He smiled and closed his door, walking towards the bed and joining her. 

Both immediately falling into a long ass sleep.

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Kinktober Day 1-Tony Stark(Fingersucking)

Hope you enjoy, Ik it's super late but I was lazy.

TW: Fingersucking.

Words: 1k

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“Excuse me, Mr.Stark? Here are the papers Mr.Fury faxed you.” I said, walking into his office after I heard a come in. 

Tony was typing furiously on his laptop with an angered look on his face, “Hm? Oh yes, set it right there on the desk darlin. Thank you.” He gave me a strained smile and returned back to typing. 

I started walking to the door when I heard a loud sigh behind me. I stopped and slowly turned around before carefully asking him, “Hey uh, Mr.Stark, I’m sorry if I’m over stepping right now but you seem stressed. Is everything okay?” I cautiously asked him. 

He looked up, eyes furrowed before leaning back in his chair, sighing again. 

“I’m fine darlin, just Steve being difficult again. Nothing I can’t handle.” He said, taking a drink of his coffee. 

I nodded my head and did a small small before turning back around towards the door and opening it. 

“But,” He started, causing me to stop in my tracks again. “If you want to help me, I may have an idea on how to do that.” He said, lifting his left eyebrow in a suggesting way. 

I stood still, slightly in shock at the way his voice lowered and the suggestive tone he used. Could he be asking me what I think he is? No, no, he can't be, that is highly unprofessional and this is Mr.Stark we’re talking about. 

I slowly turned around for the third time since I stepped into this room 5 minutes ago. “Uh, excuse me Mr.Stark but, I'm not too sure I understand?” I semi asked, semi stated. 

He chuckled a bit and waved me over with this pointer and middle finger. 

I walked over, standing right next to him.

He scooted his chair out a bit, and patted his lap. 

I looked from his face to his lap and back up to his face for reassurance before he nodded and lightly grabbed my wrist, giving me a little tug. 

“Sit darlin, I promise I won't bite.” He said, as I sat on his lap. 

I shyly look up at him considering this is how close I've ever been to him. He smiled down at me and leaned forward a bit. 

“So, what I was thinking darlin 'was that, I’ve been a little stressed out lately and the only way for me to relax is to release.” He said softly.

I stayed silent, still staring up at him, the only thing that told him I was listening was the little nod I gave. 

“So I was thinking, you're such a good little assistant. You could be my good little girl and sit on my cock while I work?” He asked, so casually, might I add. 

My eyes widened and I struggled forming words before I gave up and just nodded my head. 

He looked at me for a second before shaking his head, “I need to hear your words darlin”, he said. 

So I nodded my head again, but this time I also muttered a quiet but still very hearable, “Yes.” 

He smiled wide before pushing his chair out more and patting my butt, telling me to stand for a minute. 

I stood, on slightly shaky legs.

He began unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants as well as his boxers. 

All I could do was stare, I mean geez, how was that thing gonna fit in me anyways. 

He looked back up after he was done and tugged my waist closer to him, pulling me down onto him. My knees on both sides of his. 

I pushed my skirt up and moved my panties aside before taking a quick glance at him. 

He grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down my pussy before slowly pushing inside. 

I gripped his shoulder hard and moaned so loud I’m sure the whole tower could hear. 

Once I was fully seated and he was fully inside me. I began to slowly bounce, not too fast but just enough for both of us. 

He scooted his chair back in and pulled his laptop closer to the end of the desk so he could reach it. 

After a couple mins, he put a hand on my butt to stop me from bouncing. 

I whined so loud he had to shush me, and I guess the only way to do that was to shove his fingers in my mouth. 

However, I don’t think he thought I would start sucking on them. 

He looked at me, slowly smirking, “You like this darlin? You like sucking my fingers?” He asked, shoving them more into my mouth, causing me to gag and fix my breathing. 

I nodded and looked up with watery eyes, sucking and licking his fingers, while moving my hips in a circle to get some friction. 

He slowly drug his fingers out of my mouth before running them over my covered top and onto my bare pussy. 

He tapped it a few times before rubbing small circles on my clit. 

Increasing the speed every couple seconds. 

I leaned forward, the pleasure being too much, and moaned in his ear. 

“Oh my god Mr.Stark. Im, I-I’m cumming” I said. Moving my hips in circles faster on his cock as his finger rubbed circles on my clit. 

“ Yeah, darlin, you cumming on my cock? That it honey cum all over my cock,” He said, biting my ear lobe, causing me to go over the edge. 

I screamed as I came all over his cock.

He continued to rub me, slowly coming to a stop as I came down. 

I was hunched forward looking down between us, my mind foggy from what just happened. 

OMG, I just fucked my boss. In his office. What the fuck is wrong with me?!!

With all these thoughts in my head, I didn’t notice him pulling my chin up to look at him. 

“You alright honey? Need anything? Water?” He asked, lightly rubbing my cheek. 

I just shook my head and leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. 

He chuckled softly and whispered, “You tired? Wanna take a little nap?” 

I just nodded and he sighed before pulling back into his desk and started working again. This time seeming more relaxed. 

As I opened my eyes and noticed he was just finishing up, I grabbed his left hand and brought it up to my mouth, slowly opening it and starting to suck his fingers again. 

My eyes started to droop and before I knew it, I was knocked out. 

He looked down at me one more time, smiled and returned back to work.

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*These fics won't be long because I am in a writers block. However I still want to do this so I am sorry in advance, but I do still hope you enjoy.

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Day 1: Finger Sucking (Tony Stark)                      

Day 2: Biting/Scratching (Peter Parker)

Day 3: Mirror Sex (Peter Pevensie)

Day 4: Cockwarming (Remus Lupin)

Day 5: Sleepy/Somnophilia (James Potter)

Day 6: Wax (Thor Odinson)

Day 7: Costumes;) (Fred Weasley)

Day 8: Nudes/Phone sex (Bruce Banner)

Day 9: Handcuffs (Loki Laufeyson)

Day 10: Caught (Edmund Pevensie)

Day 11: Threesome (Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff)

Day 12: Knife Play (Eddie Munson)

Day 13: Double Penetration (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

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This was soo slayyy. Love the angst, plss tag me in the next part 😩🤭

No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I apologize for my time writing this; it just had to be perfect! I am so grateful that you all love my story enough to give it so much love and support and practically beg for a part 3; thank you so much. I had no idea how to start and continue this, so please be kind. I really hope you guys enjoy this part, and I hope it's everything you dreamed of <3

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Shh.. don't wake her up!" You heard Lily whisper in your half-asleep state as the sun peeked at you through the blinds.

"It's Marlene's big oger feet," Mary snorted.

"Hey! My feet are not the size of oger feet," Marlene replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Shh!" Lily warned.

You heard the shuffling of paper and steps as you opened your eyes to see your best friends hanging up decorations, a smile appearing on your face immediately.

"Oh, bollocks," Lily sighed, face-palming, "Happy birthday!" She yelled, half annoyed but half happy there was a smile on your face. She embraced you as you sat upright in bed, glad to see your friend's dedication to your birthday.

The rest of them told you a happy birthday, embracing you in a tight hug.

"Wow, I can't believe you actually got Marlene up this early," You said, opening another card they gave you.

"Well, it took a chicken drumstick," Dorcas replied.

"Otherwise, I would've been grouchy, and Y/n would have had a horrible birthday, so really I did it for her," Marlene said as Mary rolled her eyes.

"I wonder what the Marauders have planned, especially James," Lily muttered.

Every year for your birthday, James would give you a grand birthday party and tons of presents. He usually would sneak into your dorm room and surprise you with cannons and the other Marauders, but of course, this year was different.

And coincidentally, your birthday was the same day as the start of winter break, which always meant you had to pack on your birthday.

And every birthday, you had to go over to James's house for your birthday dinner with your families.

Which you were not looking forward to this year.

"Oh shit, sorry, Y/n, I know you don't want to speak about him," Lily apologized.

"It's alright; I'm sure I'll be reminded of him today many times," You replied, getting out of bed, "I can't believe I don't get to spend my birthday at Hogwarts," You said, grabbing clothes from your closet, setting them next to the trunk.

"It does suck, but you can at least be excited about your birthday dinner," Lily replied, closing her trunk.

"Hopefully, it goes well without James hinting to our parents that I hate him and don't want anything to do with him," You angrily said, shoving your clothes in your trunk.

"Do you really hate him, though?" Mary asked, "I mean, you were best friends with him all these years, and now, you utterly hate him,"

"That was before I realized he was cruel and truly considered me anything but something that he couldn't get rid of," You said, "But enough about James, are we still meeting together after Christmas?"

"Of course, your house, Y/n?" Dorcas asked.

You nodded, "But we can't steal my parent's booze again; I'm pretty sure the elves are scared of Marlene,"

"I didn't mean to scare them with my clown impression; it was just too good," Marlene smirked.

"Yeah yeah, for sure," You said, laughing before packing the rest of your clothes.

Suddenly, your parent's owl flew in from the window, delivering you a letter. You opened the envelope and straightened the folded-up letter, which stated:

Dear beloved Y/n,

Your father and I are experiencing a torturous delay from France; we have fought with the conductor multiple times and even considered apparating or the floo. Unfortunately, because of the horrible mangling rabbit, I TOLD your father not to eat, he has been throwing up all evening, and we can't apparate, and the nearest floo is eight hours away. You will stay with the Potters tonight and tomorrow night because too many wards might injure you in the house that the elves can't disable, but we hope to return before then. We want you to have the most incredible birthday and love you so much; we are incredibly sorry to miss it. Please forgive us.

Sincerely,

Your proud parents.

"What does the letter say?" Lily asked, glancing at you the folding her socks.

"My parents are stuck in a delay and can't make it to my birthday dinner in time, or even tomorrow," You shrugged.

"I am so sorry, Y/n," Lily said, embracing you.

You hugged her back. "It's okay; at least I have the Potters.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" Dorcas asked.

"Yeah, you can stay with me if you want," Mary offered.

"No, it's fine." You sighed, "They will be hurt if I skipped the opportunity to continue the tradition, and my mom would wring my head off if I didn't go," You joked.

"Okay, well, let us know," Lily smiled.

The whole part of you was sincerely upset; you didn't want your parents to not be there for your birthday. Even worse, you weren't on good terms with James, which only made for an awkward dinner with his family.

But you understood and knew your parents would make it up to you, and you know how guilty they felt; you just missed them.

You chose to keep your mind off it and keep packing until it was time to go to the train.

"When does this bloody train come?" Marlene shivered, "I'm fucking freezing,"

"I told you to bring your jumper," Mary sighed.

"I didn't think I really needed it," Marlene replied, gritting her teeth.

"I knew you would be cold," You said, giving her one of your extra jumpers.

"You know, Y/n, I'll kick Potter's bloody ass for you; just remember that," Marlene suggested, causing you to laugh.

"Speaking of the devil," Dorcas muttered under her breath.

You turned around to see James looking straight into your eyes. You had to admit that James had never been so intimidating. His eyes looked as if they had darkened, and he looked as if you were his Slytherin competitor in Quidditch.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice sounding deeper.

He didn't even say Happy Birthday.

"I'm gonna sit with them," You blankly stated, not an ounce of kindness in your voice.

"It's better if we sit together," James demanded, "Otherwise, we won't be able to find each other in the crowd when the train stops," He explained to you slowly as if you were a child, which only pissed you off.

"Are you fucking mishearing me, or are you just delusional?" You asked, "I said I'm gonna sit with my friends and not assholes. I don't even consider an acquaintance." You sneered, your voice sounding so harsh that it shocked your friends, "Please do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone."

"Are you really gonna be an uptight bitch?" James asked, a cocky smile on his face, "I mean, Jesus, I like it better when your mouth is shut or perhaps filled." Some of you knew that James was just being an asshole because he was hurt, which is what he always did, even when he was a kid, but the only thing about it was that he only did it to you.

That only angered you more before you slapped him for his rude comment, "Don't you fucking dare speak to me like that."

"Or what?" He stepped closer

"Okay, guys!" Lily stepped in, "We will approach you five minutes before the train stops, and you guys will walk together in peace, hopefully," Lily dragged you away as you glared at James.

"I can't believe you actually slapped him," Marlene said, following after you guys, "I mean, after what he said, I would've punched him so hard in the di-"

Mary cut her off, "Jokes aside, are you okay, Y/n? I mean, I have never seen James so mean and awful towards you or anyone for that matter,"

You sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't get why he is so mean to me when he was the one who broke my trust in the first place,"

"What did he do?" Marlene asked.

The rest of the group looked at Marlene as if she had killed a unicorn. Nobody had really asked what James had done but considering your resentment towards him, it must’ve been unforgiving.

You hesitated, “He just didn’t say some nice things about me.” You answered, hoping to move on.

“Like what kind of things?” Marlene pried.

You could tell she was just curious, but you were so humiliated by what James had said that you didn’t even want to tell your closest friends.

Dorcas elbowed Marlene, causing her to hiss in pain before she said, “It isn’t our business if you don’t want to tell us, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” Lily agreed, “Maybe it’s better it is between you and James.”

The rest of the group agreed including Marlene who was hunched over in pain and verbally cursing Dorcas for the hard elbow.

You muttered a “thanks” before heading onto the train. You sat by the window, staring outside to the foggy mountains.

You didn’t want to admit it but you did miss James and how much he cared for your birthday. Sometimes it seemed like it was his birthday with how high he held your birthday.

You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just try to even figure out what he had done or fight for your forgiveness, he just chose to be angry at you.

You didn't even want to think about him. Why does your whole life revolve around him?

"Anything from the trolley dearies?" The Trolley Witch asked.

"Chocolate frogs," Marlene said.

"Jumbling Jellies," Lily answered.

"I'll take Fizzing Wheezies," You said, paying her 10 galleons for you all.

"Y/n, you don't ha-" Lily was about to say before Marlene shushed her.

Lily glared as Marlene spoke, "Bless your heart, Y/n," She smiled as you laughed.

As Marlene started devouring her chocolate frog, you couldn't help but remember how you and James would share Fizzing Wheezies every time on your birthday on the train.

Practically tradition.

You wondered if he thought the same. If he was relishing in the memories.

Your thinking was halted when Dorcas set a hand on your thigh as you smiled, laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, trying to prepare for the day ahead.

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"Y/n," Someone lightly shook you by your shoulder as you looked to see Lily. She was waking all of the girls up as the train stopped.

You yawned, getting up to grab your luggage. James was right that there would be traffic, so you had to rush off, saying your goodbyes to your best friends.

"Promise to write?" Lily asked, looking near tears.

"Lils, it's only a week," You snorted as she gave you a stern look.

"A week I won't get to see you," She hugged you tighter as you smiled and returned it.

"See you before Christmas?" She asked.

You rubbed her shoulder, "See you before Christmas."

"Promise me you won't forgive Potter," Marlene sighed, causing you to laugh.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Mary asked next to Marlene.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Marlene mocked, causing Mary to glare.

"Okay, okay!" You laughed at the both of them, "Only if you promise you both will stop bickering," You hugged them both.

They glared at each other as Dorcas spoke, "Forgetting someone?"

You grinned, "Never," You hugged her, kissing her on the cheek.

You were waiting for her to say, "Give him hell?" You asked as she laughed.

"I think you know what to do," She encouraged before you exited, waving goodbye to all of them.

Even though it was only a week, you still hated being away from your best friends. They were like your third family besides your actual and the Potters.

You saw the back of Sirius's head as you approached him, considering he lived with the Potters.

He turned around before you could tap him, picking you up, "Happy birthday Y/n!" He said, kissing your cheek as you yelped.

"Okay, thank you, Sirius, put me down!" You giggled.

He put you down as you smoothed your clothing, "So where's Potter?' You asked.

He smirked, "Only last name? Ice cold Y/n." You didn't respond, so he assumed you were waiting for an answer, "He went to the toilets,"

You hummed, silently tapping your foot on the pavement, only hearing the ruckus around you both.

"Excited for your birthday dinner?" He asked, partly ready for the drama.

"Very," You sarcastically said.

"Hey, Mom and Dad aren't too bad," He said.

"We both know Euphemia and Fleamont aren't the Potters I despise," You muttered.

"Well, for your sake, I'll make him behave," He sent a charming smile your way.

"What would I do without you, Black?" You rolled your eyes.

"Probably be miserable," He answered, causing you to laugh.

"What are we laughing about?" James said, not even a smidge of excitement in his tone.

Your usual mad facade slipped back in as you grabbed your luggage and started heading toward the car. You could hear Sirius laughing behind you.

You saw Euphemia and Fleamont waiting by the car like they had usually done since Sixth year since James told them to stop coming inside because of his newfound "popularity."

Your face lit up immediately, excited to see two of your favorite people worldwide.

You embraced Euphemia, giving the tightest hug you could and giving Fleamont a kiss on the cheek while they asked about your studies. You could see James rolling his eyes both audibly and physically.

"Okay, Mother, I don't think Y/n likes all the questions," James said, leaning his head on the window while his father drove.

Sirius was in between the two of you, snoring asleep. Considering the train ride, you didn't even know why he was tired.

"I don't mind at all," You said, smiling as James glared at you.

You knew that Euphemia could feel the tension between you and James, but she ignored it, "So Y/n, I have made you something extraordinary." Euphemia said.

"And that is?" You asked, knowing she wouldn't tell you.

"I guess you will have to find out tonight during dinner." She sweetly said, winking at you.

You smiled to yourself, relieved your birthday wouldn't be that bad.

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You entered the house that you had been over to so many times, admiring it fully.

"James will show you your room," Euphemia said, rubbing your back as you smiled, trying not to show your discomfort about James.

James didn't even wait for you before heading up the steps. Thankfully, he carried your luggage because he knew Euphemia would berate him.

"It's in there," He lazily said, not even opening the door before walking downstairs.

Jerk.

You grunted, lifting your heavy suitcase inside the room.

You admired the room, which looked like it was made for you. It was warm and tremendous for a guest room. It had all of your favorite colors and smells.

It was perfect.

You decided to nap before dinner, considering you had no one to talk to, and you were partly tired after the drive anyway. You knew an elf would get you when it was time.

--

"Ms." A frail voice said as your eyes fluttered open to see Dot, the Potter's elf that had been there since you had first moved in.

"Oh, hello, Dot," You spoke lightly, yawning.

"Ms. Potter tells Dot to inform you it's time for dinner," Her small voice said.

"Thank you, Dot, I appreciate it," You thanked before the elf nodded her head and apparated out.

You stretched, wearing a semi-formal dress, one of your favorites.

You headed down the stairs as you smelt the food radiating from the dining room. It was all of your favorites; it was pretty extraordinary. Ms. Potter was always the type to blow you off of your feet, regardless.

Your face lit up, "This is stunning, Ms. Potter," You looked at the glowing lights.

Euphemia smiled, "I'm glad you love it,"

You sat next to James with Sirius next to him. His face had certainly softened, but he was clenching his jaw when you sat beside him.

"Now," Euphemia started, "I know we usually do gifts after dinner, but we all had such beautiful surprises for you that we couldn't wait."

Euphemia started first, giving you one of your favorite movies since you were a kid, except the movie wasn't available anywhere.

You rose excitedly, embracing her, "How did you get this?" You asked, smiling at the CDs.

"A friend of mine is good friends with the director, and he happened to have one last copy," She answered as you excitingly hugged her before returning to your seat.

"Thank you, Ms. Potter," You looked at Euphemia, "I love it,"

She nodded before Fleamont gave you his gift. It was a beautiful crystal from Bejing.

You thanked him for the beautiful gem before Sirius offered you his gift. He gave you a perfume that smelled of fire whisky but wasn't actually fire whisky.

Part of you wanted to know how he did it, but you decided to save it for later as you thanked him, kissing him on the cheek as he cheered.

Last was James, who picked up the gift from under the table. He had looked you in the eyes, not a set of resentment in them at all.

Your breath hitched as he gave you a stuffed animal your grandfather gave you when you were nine. You had cried for a week because you had lost it and teared up when anyone mentioned it.

He gave it to you as it looked brand new and was cleaner than when you had it when you were nine.

When you pressed on the heart, it always said "I love you" in your grandfather's voice and even had your name on the collar.

You teared up, "How did you find it?"

He stuttered, "I-I found it in the treehouse in the corner,"

"I thought the treehouse was infested with Clockonuts," You said.

He laughed, "Well, I risked my life to get it back,"

Every sense of anger you had felt had disappeared; he had done something that was so out of his actions lately that it made you miss him.

"Thank you," You genuinely said.

He gave you a simple nod before you began eating. Conversations started after, talking about school.

"So, any boys, Y/n?" Euphemia asked as James dropped his fork on his plate, making a huge sound that caused you to look at him.

You cleared your throat, "Well, I am trying not to focus on that right now,"

"Except for Carrows," James muttered.

"Who's Carrows?" Euphemia asked, genuinely curious.

You took a bite of your carrot, "Um, well," You swallowed, "He's just a friend I have."

"I don't sit on my friend's laps," James scoffed, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, I don't call my friends sluts," You spat.

"James Fleamont Potter, what did you call her?" Euphemia added.

James ignored her, "Well, when your best friend is acting like one just because you don't fancy her, I think she deserves it,"

Mate-" Sirius chimed in, but you were faster.

"When have I ever fancied you?" You asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of that knowledge.

"Y/n, you were practically obsessed with me," He ridiculed, "I couldn't get away from you, and the only time I could was when I dated Lily; it was the best months of my life," His face looked shocked after he said the last words.

You couldn't tell if he meant it, but it hurt you badly. All those years of friendship were fake; he couldn't tolerate you.

"That's enough!" Euphemia said; even Sirius was silent.

A tear ran down your cheek, "I'm actually not feeling well; I'm gonna go to bed." You said, placing your napkin on the plate in front of you.

You heard Euphemia berating James as you ran up to your room. In some ways, you didn't understand why James did everything he did if he hated you so much.

Why did he give you that gift? Why did he always call you and get mad when you didn't want to be his friend? Did you ever mean anything to James Potter?

And if you did, why did he have to ruin your birthday?

A/N: If you hated this, I apologize.

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Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)

Sequel to Webs of Fate

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2 K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine

Part I Part II Part III

The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.

After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn’t stopped since.

Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.

The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.

Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"

 Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."

"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."

Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“

Beside her Peter B.  with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head. 

“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.

In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”

Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”

Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."

Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”

Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”

“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.

Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”

“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.

The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”

Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.

Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”

Jess looks hesitant but nods.

“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”

Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”

“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”

“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are  paying our old friend Lyla a little  surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly. 

As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.

Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.

"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.

 He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.

“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.

Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder. 

In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.

“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.

“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”

“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.

“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.

Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.

Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.” 

Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."

Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”

“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”

"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."

For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."

Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.

"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"

Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt,  flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-" 

"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.” 

There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.

Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“

"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.

Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."

Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"

Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."

Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.

Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“

"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms. 

"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.

"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"

Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."

Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"  

"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."

Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"

Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."

"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."

Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"

"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."

Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.

Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..." 

 "Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.

Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.

His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.

“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.

“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.

But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.

Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.

Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.

“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.

After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.

"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.

Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”

Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.

"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.

The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.

"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a  low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight. 

But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.

Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.

Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.

Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat.  Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next. 

Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms. 

"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."

Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."

"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.

"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day." 

Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"

“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“

Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years. 

The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.

Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible." 

Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence. 

Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."

Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?" 

At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.

You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.

Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.

Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.

Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.

Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"

Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"

Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.

"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.

Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."

His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"

A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."

The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.

"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."

"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.” 

"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.

"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.

"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.

"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light. 

"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.

"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.

 It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.

Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"

Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.

Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know.  Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.

Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"

Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?" 

The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.

With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.

"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last. 

Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.

Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."

And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace

"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.

Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.

As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.

"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”

His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.

"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.

“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”

Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.

“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.

“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”

His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."

“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit. 

Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.” 

There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.

Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.

Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.

Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.

"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.

Part 4 "Webs of Redemption" - coming soon

Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!

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Kinkmas Day 12-Sirius Black(Voyeurism)(Blurb)

Superr sorry for this late post, but I hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: SMUTT, Voyeurism, masturbation(fem and male). 

Word Count:865

The party was in full swing, I was hanging with James, Remus, Lily and Dorcas. They were talking about how they think they did on their OWLS, but the only thing on my mind was a certain wizard that wasn’t here yet. 

“Have you guys seen Sirius yet?” I ask them, taking a sip of my drink, licking the remains off my top lip. 

“Nope, I think he’s still in our dorm.'' James said, throwing an arm around Lily's shoulder, she brings a hand up to join their fingers together. 

I nodded, “I'm gonna go see if I can find him. I'll catch you guys later.” I said, waving and turning towards the boys dorm. 

Casting a spell that lets me through, I walk up the stairs and down the hall towards the Dorm James, Remus, Sirius and Peter share. 

As I get closer I start to hear this noise, almost like a grunting sound. Walking up towards the door, I see it cracked open so I peek through it only to see what I didn’t expect. 

Sirius is standing right in front of the full body mirror, jerking off. His head is bent down and he's letting out groans. Almost like he was frustrated. 

I couldn't help but admire him, all of him. Especially his cock. I start to subconsciously rub my legs together. 

I run my right hand up my side, grabbing my breast  before running it back down. My hand finds its way into the hem of my skirt and panties and next thing I know, I’m rubbing myself while watching Sirius. 

Moving my left hand to cover my mouth, covering my moans. My right hand rubbing my clit, starting to move faster. I went to lean against the wall but accidentally hit the door making it creak. 

My eyes go wide and I stop what I’m doing. I slowly look up, my right hand still in my pants but not moving, to see Sirius has also paused what he was doing and was staring directly at me through the mirror. 

We stare at each other for a minute, not one of us saying a word. I go to take my hand out of my pants when he suddenly says something. 

“Stop. Don’t do that. Keep it there and come in love.” He says breathlessly, like he hasn’t used his voice in a while. 

I hesitantly push the door open, walking in and shutting it behind me. Not once breaking eye contact, I walk towards him. 

I stop right when I'm behind him, still looking at him through the mirror.

“I want you to lay on the bed for my love. I want you to lay there and watch me touch myself. And I want you to touch yourself.” He said quietly. Slowly beginning to stroke himself again. 

I silently walk towards the bed, and lay down, propping my head up on a couple pillows. 

Once I'm comfortable, I look back at him and my eyes immediately go to his cock. I feel myself start to get wet again and I slowly start to rub myself again through my skirt and panties. 

I whimper, the noise barely there but Sirius heard it and he grins. Starting to move his hand up and down his cock faster. 

“Oh merlin” I whisper, my voice barely there. I stop myself for only a second to remove my skirt and panties before I go right back to quickly rubbing my clit. 

I take my other hand and grab my breast, squeezing and playing with my nipple. The added stimulation makes a feeling appear in my stomach. 

“Oh Siri, I'm gonna cum baby.” I moan out. 

He groans and throws his head back, “ Me too baby, Cum for me love.” He said, releasing all over his hand and lower stomach. 

I follow quickly after, my body shaking slightly on the bed, my back arches off and I moan loudly. Not worried if anyone can hear me because of the music playing downstairs. 

My eyes closed, and my mouth open, I felt a hand run through my hair. I slowly open my eyes and look up to see Sirius smiling slightly. 

“Good job love. So good.” He whispers. 

I smile a little and shy away, turning my head a little. My cheeks blushing as he chuckles. 

“Well I sure didn’t expect this to happen when I came to find you but, I’m not complaining.” I said once I relaxed. 

He just laughed and shook his head. 

“Well I obviously didn’t expect this to happen either but now that it did, it gives me some confidence to ask you out.”He said, sitting on the bed, right next to me. 

I sit up and raise an eyebrow, “Ask me out?” I question him.

He nods and leans slightly forwards, grabbing my face with both hands. 

“Yeah, ask you out. What do you say lovely, wanna go out with me?” He quietly asks me, his thumbs softly rubbing my face. 

I stare at him for a moment before smiling wide and nodding my head. 

“Yeah, I'll go out with you.” I whisper to him, leaning forward and connecting our lips. 

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Kinkmas Day 11:Ron Weasley(Edging)(Blurb)

I am so so so sorry this is super late but I do hope you enjoy. I also am sorry it is so short, didn’t really have an idea for this one. 

Warnings: SMUTT, Edging, fingering, marking. 

Word Count: 292

“Please please please pleaseee” I whined as Ron edged me for what felt like the 1000th time but was really only the third. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know. You’ve been a bit of a brat today.” He said, slowly moving his finger inside of me. 

He places a couple kisses on the inside of my thigh, sucking here and there, leaving a few marks. 

“I'm sorry Ronnie, I won’t ever do it again! Please baby!” I beg, my legs shaking from having the feeling of needing to cum but not having enough stimulation. 

He bites his lip and closes his eyes for a second, like he's thinking about it before, looking back down at me. 

“Ok, fine” he sighs, shaking his head slightly. 

“But if this ever happens again…I’m not gonna let you cum for a week. This is just a warning love.” He said, starting to move his fingers faster in me.

“OH MERLIN!” I shouted, cuming not even a second later from being edged so much. 

He leans down, placing kisses on my thighs. Beginning to slow his fingers down again, helping me come down from my orgasm. 

Once I've settled and my breath has evened slightly, he slowly removes his fingers. He sits up and looks down at me. 

I look up at him and smile sleepily, letting out a yawn. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little. 

“Oh are you tired baby?” he asked, almost in a mocking tone. 

I nodded slowly. Moving my arms from my sides to rest on my stomach. 

He chuckles lightly, “Well that's too bad. We aren’t even done yet.” He said, leaning up on his knees to unbuckle his belt. 

“Now get on your knees baby and open that pretty mouth”

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Kinkmas Day 10-Draco Malfoy x reader(Voice Kink)(Blurb)

Warnings: Sleepy Draco, soft morning sex, cowgirl, kissing, marking. 

(I apologize for this being late asf, but I do hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!)

“Hey, Dray” I nudge him, he hmm’s and rolls over, his back facing me. 

I roll my eyes, and I lean over his body a little, my arms on his right arm. I rest my head on my arms and look at his side profile for a second. Taking my finger and lightly running it down the side of his face. 

His nose twitches and he groans, “Draco.” I whisper his name, hoping to slowly ease him out of sleep.

He hums again, and slowly begins to open his eyes, blinking slowly to fix his vision. When he finally looks at me, I'm just staring at him. A smile on my face.

“Good Morning my love. We have 40 minutes till class and if we don’t get up now, we won’t have time for breakfast.” I told him, sitting back up. And taking out my messy bun, running my fingers through my hair contemplating if I need a shower or if it can wait until after classes. 

“I think I'm gonna skip breakfast this morning darling and sleep for an extra 20 minutes.” He mumbles, his voice soft and deep. 

I pause what I'm doing, and look at him, he's staring at me with sleepy eyes and a small smile. 

I smile back and lean down, my face over his, “Merlin I love your morning voice.” I tell him, placing a small kiss on his lips before sitting back up to get out of bed. 

I’m about to stand up when I feel him tug my hair, pulling me back down and earning a squeak from me. 

“Now hold on now baby, you can say that and then just go about your day. Now you got me thinking about things and If we both want to have a good day, then we can have a quickie.” He says, pulling me into a kiss. 

I smile into the kiss and slowly climb on top of him. “Just a quick one. We have thirty mins till class and I at least want some toast.” I said, pulling his pants down a little till his cock pops out and I move my panties to the side. 

I slowly lowered myself onto him, we both let out small moans. I lean down to kiss him again, moving my hips slowly back and forth. He moves his hands to grip my waist, moving me a tad bit faster but not too fast. 

I move my lips to the side of his neck, right below his ear and I suck, knowing that's the spot that gets him there and that he’ll walk around later with a hickey on his neck all proud. 

I start to feel my stomach turn and next thing I know, I'm cumming on his cock. My body shakes slightly as I lay on top of him. He continues to thrust into me slowly, reaching his orgasm only a second laters. 

He kisses my temple and runs a hand down my hair, “That was great baby, Merlins I love you so much.” He said, lifting my head up to give me a kiss. It was slow but passionate, perfect for this moment right here. 

I smile and look at him, moving my arms to rest on his chest and my chin to rest on my arms. 

“I love you too”

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Kinkmas Day 9-Pansy Parkinson(Body Woreship)(Blurb)

(Sorry this is so late and so short but, here it is.)

TW: Hair Pulling, Butt grabbing? But besides that none really, I know its Kinkmas but I didn’t really have an Idea for this one so. 

Word Count: 138

She runs her hands up my body, slowly going over my curves. Stopping at my breasts to give them a quick squeeze before she moves them up to my face. 

She holds my face in her hands and leans in, giving me a long kiss. Biting my lip as she pulls away. 

“I’m loving this body baby.” She said, My eyes begin to close as she runs her hands through my hair. 

All of a sudden I feel a tug and my eyes open, she looks at me with a sparkle in her eyes.

“This is my body, baby, mine. And only I’m allowed to see it.” She says, pulling me in for another kiss, running her right hand down my back until he grabs my butt, pulling me closer to her. 

Yup, she’s mine and I'm hers.

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Kinkmas day 8-Harry Potter(Praise Kink)

(I apologies for how late this is but I do hope you enjoy. I didn’t really have an idea on what to do, I just started writing and got a bit carried away.)

TW: SMUT!! Praise Kink, Rubbing, marking. Pet names(Good girl, Lovely, darling)

Word Count: 1151

Sitting in the great hall, going over my potions homework. Harry walks over with Ron and sits down next to me. 

“What do you have there Lovely?” He asks, snatching my paper from under my hands. 

“Harry give it back! I'm going over my positions homework.” I said, trying to snatch it back. 

He kept moving it out of my reach, looking at it. “This ones wrong, change it to Pepperup potion not Polyjuice.” He said, handing it back to me and grabbing a piece of bread from the basket in front of him. 

I use my wand to erase it and then rewrite Pepperup instead of Polyjuice. I nudge him to look over it once more. 

He nods and gives my forehead a quick kiss, “Good girl” He says, turning to Ron to talk about the next quidditch match on Friday. 

I freeze hearing him call me that, my cheeks turn pink and I look away from them, hiding my face in my hands.

 I feel a hand on my back, “You alright lovely?” He asks.

I just nod and grab my stuff. 

“Yes, the bell is going to ring though so I’m gonna head to my next lesson. See you lads at lunch.” I tell them, leaning down to quickly kiss Harry’s cheek. 

He smiles and gives me a small wave as I walk away. I wave back and leave the great hall. I walk into the girls bathroom and go into a stall, leaning against the wall and sliding down. 

Why did I pause when Harry called me Good Girl?! Oh Gosh! Did I like it?

I shake my head and take a few deep breaths and stand back up. I exit the stall and go to the sink to wash my hands. 

Drying my hands, I shake my head once more, and settle on a decision. 

I definitely DO NOT like it when he calls me Good Girl, I was just shocked. 

*Later after classes in the common room*

I sat with the trio in the common room going over Trelawney's homework. 

“Ok ok, who got B for question 4?” I ask. 

“I got C” Said Mione as Ron and Harry agreed with her. 

“Hmm, damn okay. I guess I'll change it.” I laughed and changed it to C. 

Harry Leaned over the couch to where I sat on the floor and double checked it. Once he did a quick lookover, he nodded and patted my head. 

“Nice job Darling.” He said, leaning back and looked over at Ron’s. 

I pause mid stroke and take a shaky breath. Shit! I do like it! Oh god. I start to feel this feeling in my stomach and I know what it is. 

My eyes widen and I accidentally grab Harry's leg. He looks at me and sees my expression. 

Leaning over he quietly asks, “You alright Darling?”

I Just nod and blush and look down at my hands. 

“You sure?” He asks, double checking. 

I nod again and give him my best smile. 

I grab my stuff and stand up, “I’m actually not really feeling good guys so I'm gonna head up to bed. I'll see you tomorrow.” I said, putting my bag over my shoulders and giving Harry a quick kiss on his hair. 

I smile at everyone and make my way up the stairs to my dorm. 

*Harry’s POV*

She’s been acting weird since snacking earlier. I wonder if she's ok. Going to get back to work, I spot she’s left her quill. I bend over to grab it. 

“Hey guys, Y/n left her quill. I'm gonna go give it to her real quick.” I said to them standing up. 

All I get is a nod and a quiet okay before I make my way up the stairs to her dorm. 

Before I am able to knock, I hear a groan from inside, my eyes widen thinking she's in pain so I knock. A couple seconds go by before nothing happens and so I knock one more time. 

She still doesn’t answer so I just walk in. And what I see is something I didn’t expect. 

Y/n, is laying there, with her hand down her panties and a hand up her shirt. 

Smirking and leaning against the door frame I think, this must be why she wasn’t ‘feeling good’ earlier. 

“Oh Harry.” She mutters but I hear it and smirk more. 

Waiting a couple more minutes, I decided to make myself known. 

“Thinking of me Lovely?” I ask. 

Her eyes open wide and she sits up so fast, she feels dizzy, putting her hand up to hold her head for a second before looking at me with wide eyes. She looks like a deer in headlights. 

“I-I was just” She stutters, speechless. 

“Was just thinking of me? This was why you were weird all day huh. Thinking of me, doing things to you.” I tease her, slowly walking towards her. 

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. I raise my eyebrows. 

I lightly grip her jaw, “Isn’t it darling?” I ask a bit more sternly. 

She nods, “Yes sir” She whispers. 

“Mmm good girl.” I say and she arches her back a bit. The smirk that's still on my face widens a bit as I realize why she's this way in the first place. 

She must have noticed I noticed because she blushes and tries to look away but my hand is still gripping her jaw. 

“No need to be shy. I think it's cute that all it takes for you to get like this is to be called a good girl. My good girl.” I said. 

She whimpers and rubs her legs together. I look down and see a little wet spot on her panties. 

Letting go of her jaw, I sit next to her on the bed. Her eyes follow my hand as I grab her leg and put it over mine, opening her up for me. 

I move my hand slightly over her panties, and start to rub over her clit. She moans and I know she's already close from before I got there. 

I lean towards her next and start to press kisses on her neck, sucking on a spot I know she likes. 

My fingers start to rub faster. Her hips start to buck and then a second later she lets go. 

She grabs my thigh, pulling at my pants. Her eyes are closed and she looks blissful. 

I finally stop and just place a couple kisses on her neck to help to relax and calm down. 

She can finally breathe normally again and tunes to look at me. Giving me a look. 

I smirk, about to open my mouth but she interrupts me. 

“No! We are not gonna talk about it.” She said, crossing her arms. 

I laugh and pull her towards me, kissing her slightly chapped lips. 

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Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

TW: Stockings, slight choking, eating out, fingering. (That's it I believe but if I missed any, lemme know! Also sorry this is super late, I've been last but I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:564

Sitting next to Mione at Slughorn's dinner is proving to be not as boring as I thought. My hand is on her thigh and hers is on mine. 

Listening to Slughorn’s talking is making me sleepy. My eyes slowly begin to close before I felt a squeeze on my thigh, 

I sat up abruptly and looked at Hermione. She continues to sip her drink but I stare at her with a questioning look. 

I turn back to my food only to see everyone looking at me. My cheeks turned red and I looked down.

“You know, Thank you for dinner Professor but Y/n isn’t feeling too well so I am going to take her back  to our dorm.” She said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me from my seat. 

I say a quick thank you and follow after her. 

“What was that Mione?!” I ask her, confused. 

She drags me in the dorm and closes the door, using her want to lock the door. 

She pushes me on the bed and lifts my dress up. 

Running her hands up my thighs, she hooks her hands around my stockings, pulling them down. 

“Hermione. What are you-ggg” I start to say before she shoves my stocking in my mouth.

“You keep those there darling, I wanna eat you in peace.” She says before leaning forward and giving my pussy a quick kiss. 

My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed and she begins to suck. Swirling her tongue over my clit. 

My hands go to her hair and pull slightly. She pushed her head in more, shaking it side to side slightly, her nose nudging my clit every so often. 

I move up, slightly choking on the stockings. I take them out of my mouth and throw them on the floor next to us to be dealt with later. 

“O-Oh Merlin!” I mutter. I feel her chuckle against me before I feel a finger prod my hole. 

“Mione!” I said, as she put her middle finger in me, slowly thrusting as she continued to suck. I feel my orgasm build quickly. My legs start to shake and next thing I know, My legs clamp around her head and I'm cumming all over her face. 

Pulling her finger out, she grabs my legs, pulling them apart and continues to lick my pussy, letting me come down from what just happened. 

When she sits up, she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and she smiles. 

“Thanks for that lovely. I really needed it after seeing you in that dress all night and not being able to do anything.” She said leaning over me. 

I get up onto my elbows, still breathing heavily and smile sleepily.

“You’re welcome baby. But that turn of events made me tired so can we please sleep?’ I ask her and she gets up and heads to my dresser. 

“Yes, let's change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep” She said walking back over with my Pj’s in her hand. 

We quickly change and then get under the covers. I lean my head on her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair. 

“I love you my sweet girl.” She mutters quietly. I hmm back, too tired to speak, but she knows I heard and she knows I love her back. 

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Kinkmas Day 6-Nancy Wheeler(Thigh Riding)(Blurb)

TW: SMUT!! Thigh Riding. (That litterally all there is, lol)

 Word Count:215

(Absolutely no plot whatsoever. Just a little blurb because I’m not a very big fan of Nancy. Lol Sorryy!! Still hope y'all enjoy though. Also sorry it's super late. I’ve been lazy lately)

“There we go honey” She says softly, running her hand over my back. 

My pussy rubbing on her leg, her bare leg slightly bouncing to add pressure. 

I moan softly, biting my lip, starting to move my hips faster. I feel my orgasm approaching fastly. 

She tugs my hair back lightly. Forcing me to look at her. 

“Look at me honey, there we go.” She says, nodding slightly and rubbing her hands up and down my legs to encourage me. 

“Cum all over my legs baby, Come on.” She said, Leaning forward and lightly putting her lips on mine, giving me a small kiss. 

I arch my back, my head lolling back and I let out a low moan. Cumming all over her legs. 

She continues to rub her hands up and down my legs to soothe me from my orgasm. 

I slowly come to a stop, my breathing ragged. I lean forward, resting my head on her shoulder. 

She takes a hand and runs him over my hair, placing a small kiss on my hair. 

“So good honey…so good.” She whispered. 

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Kinkmas Day 5: Robin Buckley(Semi-Public/Public)

Tw: Semi-Public sex, fingering, Marking.(I believe that's it but lemme know if I missed any!)

A/n: Sorry this is so late and short, there is very little plot but I do hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 490

Walking into the movies, I see Robin waiting on the side for me with a small popcorn and a large drink. 

“Hey, so sorry I’m late. My car wouldn’t start so I had to get Eddie to jumpstart it. Hopefully it works when we leave.” I said, semi out of breath from rushing up the escalator. 

“It’s fine. Let's go, the movie has already started.” She said, handing me the tickets to hand to the girl working. 

“Ok, It’s gonna be theater 4 on your left. Enjoy your movie.” The girl said. 

We nodded and smiled, Robin sending her a small thank you. 

As we got to our seats all the way in the back, there were only about 6 people there and they were in the middle.

We sat down, getting situated before focusing on the movie. 

*40 mins later*

We're about an hour into the movie and I am getting kinda bored. I look at Robin before looking back at the screen. 

Feeling antsy, I start moving around in my seat. Getting a bit uncomfortable. Robin looks over and raises a brow and asks if I'm ok, I just nod and try to pay attention to the screen again. 

She takes her hand and rests it on my knee in a form of comfort but all I felt was a sudden wetness between my legs. 

Trying to be discreet about it, I rub my legs together slowly hoping to ease the feeling and I lean my head on her shoulder. Rubbing my nose against her neck. 

I wait a couple minutes before starting to press small kisses on her neck, sucking a little in one spot I know she loves. 

Her grip on my leg tightens and she slowly moves her hand upwards and into my skirt. I sucka bit harder on her neck at the feeling. 

She moves my underwear aside slowly, slipping a finger in, I moan into her neck, trying not to make a sound and attract attention over to us. 

I move my lips from her neck to her jaw, leaving marks along the way. She starts to rub my clit with her thumb, her middle and ring finger moving faster in me. 

I feel my stomach tighten and I grip her wrist. She moves her fingers even faster knowing I'm close. 

I bite her shoulder, leaving teeth marks for sure. With one last thrust of her fingers, I'm coming all over them. My legs shake from the orgasm and I try to catch my breath as she slowly removes her fingers. 

She kisses my forehead, her hand putting my underwear back in place and moving her hand back on my thigh. She pats it and I know it's her way of saying, Good girl. 

I smile sleepily and rest my her on her shoulder, trying to focus on the movie but my eyelids start to drop and next thing you know, I’m out.

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Hey! IT’s December 8th. Super excited to read more of your 25 days of Christmas prompts. Hope you’re doing well <3

Hey! I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking! 🥰Just a little stressed with Finals for School and work but I just uploaded days 3 and 4 and am working on days 4-8 right now and they should be done later tonight! And I’m hoping to be uploading daily after tomorrow since my finals are over with and I’m done with school for a bit! And thank you for the support and liking my writing! I hope you enjoy the rest of the days of 25 Days of Kinkmas! Much Love!❤️