#RIPS OFF MI SHIRT

[florapot]

迎えに来たよイオリん😔🤙

[halinski]

Im tempted to order fucking lego orchids when i get home just bc theyre roys fave flower like i don't already have them tattooed for him wtf

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW Reaction to You Taking the BDSM Test

Warnings: Implied Smut, MW Characters Being Down Bad & Feral, Mean! MW, Rough! MW, Dominant! MW, Submissive! MW, Teasing, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Ghost

His laugh is gruff from over your shoulder. A glower, if you listen closely enough. His hands, rough and calloused with the weight of his atrocities, clamp down on your shoulders. He squeezes them. Tight. Tighter.

“You don’t need a test to find out what you’re into, Love.”

He stands closer. From your position on the couch, you can feel something hard pressing between your shoulder blades. He rolls against you, his grip tightening. You whimper, wince, and he lets go a hum.

His hands drop from your shoulders to the front of your shirt. There, he grips the seam and rips it open. You jump, gasping, the buttons flying off into god-knows where — corners of the room, pinging off furniture.

His hands are on your chest, kneading, needing. He’s rough. He needs you now — he can’t even stop to remember to be gentle.

“I can do that,” he lowers his lips to your ear. His breath is hot.

“And more.”

König

König had sat with you while you took the test, curious to see what you’d choose — what your heart truly desired.

Of course, despite how close the two of you were, you did try to retain what little of your dignity you could by choosing answers that didn’t make you look insane. Or nymphomanic.

Little did you know that König could see right through you, his lips stretching into a smile whenever he saw your fingers itching to choose the highest values for kinks he absolutely knew you had (whether you were aware of his knowing or not).

When the test was over and you got your results, you thought you’d walked it. “See?” You showed your results to König. “Told you I wasn’t into anything—“ you searched for the term he’d used. “Extreme.”

“Oh, Maus,” König said, almost growling. Purring, perhaps. His eyes were narrowed, feline. “We both know that’s not true.”

König took your phone and placed it somewhere out of your reach. Frozen with anticipation, you gave no fight as König took you by your shoulders and laid you down, pressing you into the floor. He brought his thighs over you, caged you beneath him. His hands either side of your head, he smiled.

“You needn’t be evasive with me, Darling.” His hips dipped down. Something hard pressed against your abdomen. König’s eye twitched. ”Now then, let’s see how many of your answers were true, shall we?”

Soap

Johnny looks at you with what you could only construe as confidence. A challenge. You could feel the sly remark creeping up his throat as you tried to explain away the results of your test, trying not to paint yourself as someone whose answers suited them a little too well.

“Oh aye, Bonnie — I believe you,” came Johnny. With all the genuity in the world. “I just don’t think you do.”

When you gave him a queer look, his smile grew.

“What I’m sayin’ is you know there’s more to sex than that test’ll have you believe.”

Johnny shifted closer to you, eye-level with you. His hand came up to your chin, taking it between his fingers. He held you there.

“And I’d be more than happy to show ya what you’re missing out on.”

Valeria

“Looks like mi Cariño’s had a little too much screen time.”

She’s on you before you can even escape to your lock screen, a viper-strike hand plucking your phone from your grip and throwing it over Valeria’s shoulder. It cracks, somewhere, but her frame is all you can see as she pushes you to the floor.

“Seems like you’ve forgotten your place,” she grunts as she forces you to the ground, watching you fall flat on your backside. The carpet is enough to cushion your fall, but there isn’t a material in the known universe that can withstand the fire in Valeria’s eyes.

“Seems to me that you need to be reminded what you like.” Valeria bites her lip, coming to stand over you. Her shadow roves over you, almost as if to grope you, feel you.

She brings her boot onto your chest. Keeps you down.

“And where you like it.”

Price

“So you think I’m vanilla, Hm?” Price’s voice carried a weight you were not unfamiliar with, but the way in which he spoke suggested something unknown. His ankle sat atop his knee, arms crossed over his chest.

You’d gotten him to take the BDSM Test — “For science!” you’d told him. And, to nobody’s surprise, John’s results had come back relatively tame. Yours, however, were a different story.

John leaned back in his chair, his cigar lying in the ashtray, embers fading.

“Why don’t you come over here,” John said, voice low. He spread his legs, patted the expanse of his covered thigh. His eyes glinted with all the light of a black mirror.

“And teach this old dog some new tricks.”

Horangi

Hong-jin had seen your results by accident and had decided that teasing you about it would provide him with enough of a distraction to stop himself from salivating at the possibilities they opened.

Sure, it started off tame. The odd comment here and there about you seeming to be ‘tied up’ with whatever task you were doing, that you were doing such a good job of completing your work, etc.

Anything to get you hot under the collar.

And, luckily for Hong-jin, it worked. You came to him, frustrated and very much in need of relief.

Hong-Jin hummed, putting you on his lap. He ground his thigh between your legs, calling you his “Good little pet — behaving so well for me.”

His eyes almost seem to glimmer as he tells you how much he should reward you for being able to hold out for so long. Something to the tune of an oddly specific interest you knew you’d never told him. But that’s alright; your scores told him everything he needed to know.

Alejandro

He was NOT expecting the answers you got on your BDSM test. And you weren’t fully prepared for what you found on his.

Yes, Alejandro leans towards taking the dominant role in bed. Sure, not all the time, but enough that one look at the two of you could definitively conclude which of you wore the pants in bed.

Which, until tonight, neither of you had questioned.

“You know, Corazón,” came Alejandro. He sat beside you, not looking away from the TV. “It couldn’t hurt to…test some of our weaker areas.”

You looked at him, eyebrow raised. Then, it clicked.

“Oh,” you said, leaning closer, smiling. Knowing. Alejandro looked down at you. You could see him biting back a wide grin.

That night was spent with Alejandro bottoming while you went to town making him cry, whimper and beg for more.

Rodolfo

You’d assumed that Rodolfo’s results would be, at most, rather banal. In spite of his military background, he was gentle — loving — when it was just you, him and the late hours of the night.

So, when you saw his results and discovered that, oh you’re kind of depraved, actually (in a loving, non-judgemental way; you just weren’t expecting how much his results told you he was into), you wanted to test Rudy’s limits.

A whole day of teasing, complete with a healthy side of blue-balling, had, eventually, caused Rudy to grab you and drag you into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. He threw you to the bed, his strength masked by his lamb-like disposition.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. He stood over you, arms crossed over his chest. “And I know why you’re doing it. You’re trying to make me cave — trying to get me to ruin you.”

You couldn’t have put it better yourself. But he could. He approached you, came down to your level, crawling over the bed. You backed up until you hit the headboard (for the first of many times, you suspected), and Rudy, with a dark glint in his eye, gripped the headboard behind you, trapping you.

“Trust me, Amour,” he said, bringing his face level with yours, his voice low.  “With the way you’re acting, you’ll be lucky if there’s anything left of you to ruin by the time I’m done with you.”

Graves

Bless your cotton socks — you’d forgotten to close the tab on Graves’ phone that had your results splashed across it. Hence, Phillip was having a good old laugh about it now in the confines of his office. Though, the longer he studied your results, the stronger the throbbing between his legs became.

Of course, he sought you out. And of course, he made now secret of your faux pas. And, of course, you tried to explain it away. ‘I took it for fun’, ‘It was for a laugh’, ‘I didn’t t think you’d find it—‘

“Ah, there we go. The truth, coveted as it is,” said Graves, smiling from ear to ear. He stepped over the threshold of your bedroom, backing you up against the edge of the bed. He kicked the door shut behind him. No escape.

“Now,” he drawled, approaching you. “You’re gonna show me exactly what you’re into, where you like it,” He stood chest-to-chest with you now, watching you lose your balance as you fell back onto the bed. He all but pounced on you, taking your wrists and pressing them into the mattress.

His eyes were ablaze with a lustful vengeance as he pressed down on you. Into you.

“Or I’m gonna fuck it outta ya.”

Gaz

“Didn’t know you were into…” Gaz squinted, looking over your results from over your shoulder. He went quiet.

“Oh…” From the corner of your eye, you saw his face turn pink. Then red. He cleared his throat and took a step back.

“Y-yes, well— uh— that’s a very…colourful scorecard you have there!”

Smiling, a hint of mirth in your eyes, you turned to him. You could see he was nursing a rather pressing, growing problem, and you sought to relieve him of it.

“How about you come and help me make it a bit more colourful, hm?”

At that, Gaz’s eyes widened. His tongue tied as he tried to form words — a word — anything !

Your smile grew. So did Gaz. “Oh, come on, Gaz! Big military man like you scared of a little fun?”

Let’s just say, Gaz also found himself taking the test shortly after you’d ruined him.

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Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

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[berrychocolatey]

Hands

🕷Summary: Sometimes, the only thing you want from Miguel is his 5 fingers.

🕷Warnings: Fingering

Miguel liked to fuck. 

This was no surprise to you, seeing as the way he was in bed matched the way he acted outside of it. He fucked you like you took something from him, and he wouldnt stop until you repaid him in every way he wanted you to. He would fold you in half while he fucked you, pressing your legs to your chest so hard that there were bruises on the back of your thighs the next morning. He would fuck you from behind, bending you over the counter and pushing your back to make it arch so he had a perfect view of your plump ass. He would give it a smack, groaning at the way your flesh would recoil. He would also fuck you with his fingers. This might have been your favorite way. Yes, you loved the way he felt inside of you, but there was something different about just taking his fingers.

He would always start with kissing you. His lips molding perfectly with yours, while his tongue immediately sought out your own, wanting to taste you. His hands slowly caressed your body, starting with rubbing and kneading your breasts through whatever fabric you had on. You arched into him, whimpering and wanting more. You straddled him, pushing him back against the headboard, only for him to pull your mouth right back to his. 

“Miggy..” you moaned. His hands grabbed your ass, kneading it in a way that had you burning up. He started to move you back and forth against his growing erection, making you wrap your hands around his neck and up into his hair making him hiss in pleasure. You could feel how wet you were getting, your clit was pulsating. You were sure he could feel it. Hell, he could probably even smell you right now. 

He leaned his head back away from yours, needing a few moments to breathe. “Baby…” he groaned. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his hair was tousled. He was fucking beautiful like this. 

“Tell me what you want, mi amor.” he said. You whined at that nickname, grinding on him harder. 

“Ah f-fuck…you want my cock? Hmm?”

You shook your head, your hands reached out to grab him from your ass and onto your tits. “Want your hands Miggy” you said. He wasted no time in ripping your shirt off of you , his hands going straight to your nipples, giving them a harsh tug. 

It doesn't take long until the both of you have your clothes off. His fingers trail down your body, before palming your clothed cunt. He moans your name, feeling just how wet you were. All for him. He slides your panties to the side, taking no time to start circling your clit. You throw your head back, your body shuddering at the feeling. 

His mouth found purchase on your neck as he continued to rub you. He groaned once his finger reached your hole. “Youre so fucking wet, baby.” he rasped. Your hips greedily chased his fingers, trying to get him to put them inside of you. Miguel used his other hand to slow your hips down, “Relax baby, relax. M’gonna take care of you.” 

You nodded, opening your eyes to look into his. His finger slowly entered you, your wet cunt hastily sucking his thick digit in. Miguel started to pump his finger into you, shutting his eyes at how well you were sucking him in. “Fuck baby,” he murmurs, “s’fuckin tight.” This had you clenching around him, your hands tugging on his hair. You whimpered a soft “please” and that was all it took before he pushed in a second finger. 

“Miggy!” You sucked in a sharp breath as he curled his fingers, hitting that gooey inside of you that only he could reach. 

“Yeah?” he breathed out, “right here,cariño?” You nodded your head, unable to speak as he quickened the pace of his fingers. You felt your stomach start to coil. You were getting close. The way he was finger fucking you had your pussy making squelching noises, making you leak more of your juices onto his hand. 

Just his fingers alone had you releasing the most pornographic moans and whimpers from your throat, constantly calling out his name only for him to shush you and mumble an “I know baby, I know” into your ear. His palm applies pressure to your clit, making your mouth form into an ‘o’ shape, silently screaming. 

At this point, you were fucking his hand entirely. Your hands moved to his broad shoulders to help you move against his hand. And the best part was that he let you. He let you completely take over, let you get lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips faltered, “Oh fuck, M-Miguel I'm gonna cum..!” You ground against him, trying to get his fingers to go deeper. Miguel's tongue started to lap at your nipple, bringing you even closer.

“Cmon mi amor, I want you to cum. Want you t’cum all over my fuckin hand. Make a mess all over me baby.” 

“Miguel!” Your hips snapped, and stuttered, black dots clouded your vision as you came. 

You were panting, coming down from your high. Miguel's chest rapidly moved up and down, his eyes looking away from yours and down in between the two of you. Your brows furrowed, looking down to see just what he was looking at. His gray sweats were soaked. The outline of his hard cock became very visible. Miguel had made you cum plenty of times, but he had never made you squirt before. Until now, that is. 

You didn't know how to react, your face got hot. “Shit! I-I'm so sor-”

“-No” He shook his head, locking his eyes with yours before roughly kissing you. 

“You think you can do that again?”

[alastorswifee]

༆warnings: oral(male receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex(practice safe sex everyone)

༄Boyfriend!Miguel coming home from yet another day of saving Nueva York from trouble

He’ll plop himself on the couch, arms draped over the back of the piece of furniture, head leaned back as he closes his eyes and tries to relax his body

Eventually he’ll open his eyes and tilt his head, looking at the source of the sound he just heard

Lifting his head off the back of the couch to be met with the sight of his beautiful girlfriend standing in nothing but his large tshirt

Slightly making a gesture with his fingers for her to make her way to him, she does just that, she’ll sit next to him and ask about his day

༄Boyfriend!Miguel letting out a slight groan at the question, he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at the thought of his tiring day

He’d lazily grumble about how tired he was followed by his obnoxious ass day

You assured him that it’s worth it because he saved innocent lives to which he nods slightly

He would agree that yes it’s good that lives were saved but sometimes he’s just too exhausted every day

You two would sit in silence for a few minutes before Miguel would turn his gaze to you again and mumble one simple thing

“Relax me..”

You’ve heard those words before, you know exactly what he wanted..

Without another word being said, you slowly drop onto your knees in front of your boyfriend

You couldn’t help but bite your lip a little at the sight of him

Arms draped over the back of the couch, legs spread as he stares down at you with lidded eyes

༄Boyfriend!Miguel letting out a soft sigh as he watched your hands work to take his pants and underwear off, lifting his hips a bit to help you pull the fabric down

He watched as you gently kissed along his inner thighs, his hand slightly grabbing onto the couch cushion

As he watched you take your time with him, he couldn’t help but grow impatient but he didn’t want to force anything so he sat still and eyed your every move

༄Boyfriend!Miguel letting out a soft hiss of pleasure as he felt your tongue circle his tip before you wrapped your lips around it, suckling softly.

It didn’t take long for you to take more of him into your mouth, head bopping up and down as your smaller hands try to stroke what couldn’t fit

༄Boyfriend!Miguel reaching his free hand down and immediately running his fingers between your hair, being gentle with you as he watched you suck him off

“That’s it baby..”

“Shit..you’re doing great mi amor..”

༄Boyfriend!Miguel gently pushing your head down, feeling you gag a bit as you take more of him into your mouth

He couldn’t help but let out a quiet yet deep chuckle as he watches tears slightly prick at the corners of your eyes

Eventually he’ll gently pull you off him, telling you to lay on the couch to which you happily oblige

Once he composed himself, he’ll turn to you only to notice a certain something. His t shirt you’re wearing being bunched up around your hips as a result of laying down

“No panty? It’s almost like you were expecting this”

A wide smirk stretching onto his face as he yanked you towards him by the thighs

༄Boyfriend!Miguel fucking deep into your pussy as his hands grip tightly against your thighs

“Fuuuck, that’s it”

Your thighs jiggling as he lands yet another gentle slap against it

Your whimpers and moans being music to his ears as one of his hands let go of your thigh, pressing against the wall behind the couch to help him balance himself

༄Boyfriend!Miguel racking up multiple orgasms out of you as well as himself, a satisfied pussy drunk look on his face

As he feels your walls clenching around him yet again, he can’t help but let out a breathy laugh

“Cum for me angel..”

With another moan being ripped from your throat, you cum around his cock resulting in a cocky grin appearing on his lips

“That’s my girl” he praises, watching as your body goes fully limp against the cushions of the couch

༄Boyfriend!Miguel letting out a deep groan as his thrusts become frantic and uneven, desperate to chase yet another orgasm out of himself

After a few more thrusts he finally gets hit with the euphoria of his orgasm, his hips stuttering as he pumps his cum into you

“F-fuck..”

God you knew just how to relax him after a stressful day..

[selineram3421]

*does some more research* Alright.

Courting Pursuit

Prologue

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mention of cannibalism (we all know who), I'm assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, reader is a mule deer, spanish translated, gender neutral (gn) reader, cartel mention, flustered Alastor, italics=thoughts ⚠

Alastor was the only deer in Hell that anybody knew of.

If there was another buck, they wouldn't see them again. Most can make the correct assumption on why that is. The cannibalistic Overlord also dabbled in other kinds of meat as well but was best known for eating deer.

It wasn't until a new guest entered the hotel that he saw another like him.

Deer ears, tail, and hooves. The new guest was a little more of a bigger build, and from the shape of their tail and ears they were a mule deer.

They were slightly taller than him.

Angel dubbed them the gentle giant, and for the most part everyone agreed.

"Why are you calling them that?", Husk asked.

"Do you see how big they are? And their poor shirt. Their chest practically bursting out of it, those buttons are fighting for their life.", the spider demon replied.

It annoyed him more than he'd like to admit.

Another deer in his vicinity was dangerous. He wanted to rip them to shreds but of course he couldn't do that with them being a guest and all. He would never be forgiven if he did that.

What was odd was their control over their instincts.

Mule deer were known to be quite aggressive.

He found out where you had died from over hearing your conversation with the Princess and her partner.

"Me persiguió el cártel en una zona de caza de ciervos. No sé por qué me perseguían, pero conseguí matar a unos cuantos antes de encontrar mi final.", you had said. (I was chased by the cartel in a deer hunting area. I don't know why they were chasing me, but I managed to kill a few before meeting my end.)

"Vaggie? I don't know what they are saying..", Charlie looked over to the white haired woman.

"They were killed by the cartel but they don't know why.", Vaggie translated. "I wouldn't be surprised if they had a family member involved with someone important in Mexico."

In all honesty, he's never tried to start a conversation with you.

There were times that you had tried but ended up pulled away or had wrong timing.

It wasn't until you were sent to run an errand with him outside of the hotel. Everyone being too busy with other things or just not wanting to be around him.

"Don't do anything to them!", Vaggie said with a stern frown.

"I won't.", he rolled his eyes. "Though, I hope you don't mind that I'll take a quick stop by Rosie's."

"They are not to be eaten, do you understand?", she rephrased.

"Of course.", he waved off her concerns.

"Vamos?", you walked over, looking down to meet his eyes. (Let's go?)

"Follow me and don't lag behind! I won't look for you if you get lost.", he said and started to make his way towards the city.

Vaggie had sighed and spoke to you in spanish, it didn't take long for you to catch up.

You hadn't spoken a word for the entire trip. Only taking glances at him at times before looking forward.

It wasn't until you both arrived at Rosie's that you had made a sound.

"Qué lugar más bonito." (What a beautiful place.)

"Alastor!", Rosie greeted and pulled him into a hug. "Glad you paid a visit, I have just the gossip for you."

Then she notice the deer behind him.

"Oh? And who is this deer?", Rosie looked them up and down. "I'm surprised you haven't eaten this meal."

"I can't allow a guest at the hotel to be eaten.", he replied.

"Well? Introduce us.", she gestured for him to get on with it.

He called your name and you turned, noticing the new person.

"Ah. Perdóneme por no fijarme en usted, señora.", you bowed your head a bit. (Ah. Forgive me for not noticing you ma'am.)

"Oh, spanish speaking?"

"This is our newest hotel guest.", he said your name again before gesturing to Rosie, who began to bow. "This is Rosie."

Alastor didn't really care if you understood him, but he didn't know you were learning bits of English with Vaggie and Charlie.

"Hello beautiful, scary woman.", you said with a slightly thick accent.

"Ahahaha!", the cannibalistic woman laughs. "Oh I like this one, don't you take a bite Alastor!"

His friend teased him about how he should flatter her more often and pinched the mule deer's cheek while offering limbs for them to eat.

It took a while before Rosie finally decided to let them leave.

When arriving at the hotel, Alastor was annoyed to find pesky demons trying to trash the entrance.

"Do they not understand that I protect the hotel?", he chuckled darkly before transforming into his larger form.

He tore through the intruders with a laugh, letting them run a few feet away before dragging them back to rip their limbs. Blood and guts splattered on the ground, some hitting the walls and windows of the hotel.

When finishing up, he noticed you were still in the same spot, slightly covered in blood that managed to reach you.

"Apologies for the mess.", he walked over and offered his handkerchief. "To clean yourself up."

You nodded and did your best to get the blood off but missed a few speckles on your face.

With a roll of his eyes, Alastor took the cloth and gestured for you to lean closer. "Come now, you're not getting everything."

You smiled and leaned down a bit to kiss his forehead.

He froze, a screeching pop of static coming from his surprise.

"Qué ciervo más guapo.", you spoke softly as you caressed the side of his face before heading back inside the hotel. (What a handsome deer.)

The Radio Demon stood there for a while before he could collect his thoughts.

What...just happened?

I thought Alastor with a big?/tall? significant other was cute.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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ML II Alastor🎙 | CP ChL🦌

[barcaatthemoon]

caught || jenni hermoso x reader ||

you and jenni get caught breaking one the team's "no hotel sex" rule.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead

jenni was going to be the death of you. nobody could know about the two of you, especially not alexia. it was easier to sneak around after trading room assignments to bunk with jenni, but you had indirectly put yourself directly next to alexia's room. you knew that alexia and jenni were on good terms after their breakup, but you also knew that she'd probably flip shit if she found out the two of you were together.

alexia had always been like a big sister to you. she had taken you under her wing whenever the two of you were growing up together. you were just as much a part of her family as her actual sister. alexia and alba had looked out for you like nobody else was willing to. they saw past your troublesome last name and turbulent family life, and for that, you'd never be able to repay her. and you knew that sleeping with her ex was not a good start.

"jenni, stop," you hissed as you pushed jenni away from you. the two of you had been away from each other for quite some time. jenni's transfer to pachuca had come as a bit of a shock to you, despite her having brought it up. the two of you hadn't been serious then, but jenni had confessed that she loved you enough to make the distance work.

"why? i have waited so long to have you in my arms again. must you be so cruel as to make me wait even longer?" jenni asked dramatically. you rolled your eyes as you pulled yourself out of her grip. it was hard on you too, but it would be even harder for you if alexia heard the two of you through the walls.

"i know that look in your eyes jenni. we have to be quiet, and that look means nothing but trouble." you understood now why alexia had a tendency to be a bit stressed. jenni may have been older than you, but the woman was a lot more carefree than you were capable of. the team occasionally teased you about it, claiming that you could be worse than alexia was about being so strict.

"relax, mi amor, there's no reason for you to be so wound up," jenni told you. she sat up on her knees on the bed in front of you. you sighed longingly as she pulled her shirt off and tossed it onto the ground. "see? you want me too, so please just come back over here."

"jenni, you have to keep your hands to yourself," you told her. she nodded as she sat back on the bed. you didn't trust her to keep her word, but you still came over and joined her on her bed.

impressively, jenni did manage to keep her word. you had made her promise you to keep her hands to herself, but had said absolutely nothing about her mouth. jenni's mouth littered kisses and little bites all over your neck. you were in the process of telling her to back away a bit when a moan replaced the words on the tip of your tongue. that noise ended up being the catalyst to jenni completely losing her composure.

she pinned you down onto the bed, grinding herself against your thigh as she pushed the bottom of your shirt up. you could feel the heat from jenni's core against your thigh as she started to get herself off. jenni wouldn't finish that way, but she knew how easily it worked you up to know how turned on jenni was. you wanted to pretend that it wasn't working, but jenni knew better.

"i want to feel you," jenni said, her lips pressed against yours. you pushed her off of your body just enough to allow your clothes to easily come off. jenni could have ripped them off of you, you were certain of it, but that would have raised a lot of questions. you had practice later in the afternoon and would need your kit then.

jenni let out an appreciative hum as her eyes settled on your body. she took in every inch of bare skin and defined muscle. her hands groped at your breasts as her lips met yours in one more heated kiss. after the kiss was broken, jenni spread open your legs and settled in between them.

"i've wanted this for so long," jenni said as she placed a couple of playful bites to the inside of your thighs. you jumped at the sensation with small yelps. jenni was smirking as she ran her fingers through your folds, spreading the wetness from your entrance. jenni withdrew her finger and pushed it past her lips to suck your arousal off of it.

"don't tease, and i believe that i said to keep your hands to yourself," you chastised. jenni took that as a challenge as she put her hands behind her back. you knew that jenni didn't need her hands, and if anything, she'd be even more ruthless with you for the sass. jenni didn't take your brattiness lightly, but you had never really gone far enough to warrant any sort of punishment before.

"you can cover your own mouth then," jenni said smugly. you knew from the new and very dangerous look in her eye that you were fucked. jenni was going to have you screaming out her name, and she was highly unlikely to stop until you were actually doing so.

jenni opted out of any softness or teasing, instead choosing to get right to things by running her tongue against your clit. she knew that even without her hands, she could have you cumming within minutes. it was unfair sometimes how easily jenni hid her dominance in the bedroom around people. you had gone into the relationship expecting her to be all smiles and jokes like she was everywhere else, only to be fucked within an inch of your sanity when you started hooking up with each other.

"you taste so good, mi amor," jenni told you. the small break was not nearly enough for you to collect your bearings. jenni's tongue work had your head spinning in the same little circles it was making. your hips bucked wildly as you ground yourself against jenni's mouth. every bit of the situation made you feel a little pathetic, but you knew that jenni loved it. she loved hearing the breathy little noises that you made as the air was forced out of your lungs. she loved the way that you rode her face with such a devout desperation.

"jenni, please. jenni, i'm gonna cum. jenni!" you were screaming at the top of your lungs. there was no way that alexia and mapi didn't both hear you through the walls. there was also no way that they didn't know exactly what was going on. you were doubtful that the entire floor didn't just find out you and jenni were together from that. even jenni looked a little sheepish when she rose up from between your legs. "fuck."

"hey, don't worry mi vida, it's okay," jenni muttered as she moved to lay beside you. she pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly until the two of you were interrupted by loud knocking. jenni was wearing the most clothing, so she was the one to go over to the door while you got yourself redressed. "ale, what a surprise. can i do something for you, capitana?"

"where is (y/n)?" alexia asked. you scrambled to finish putting on your clothes before opening up the door the rest of the way. alexia looked between the two of you, a slight frown on her face.

"what's the matter ale?" you asked. alexia reached out and grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt, which definitely wasn't one that belonged to you. "ale, i can explain."

"don't worry, there is nothing to explain, i understand what is going on here. that is why jenni has to pack her things and go room with mapi for the rest of camp. you both know the rules, and that we have them for a reason." alexia sent an accusatory glare towards jenni. you had heard rumors about how the rule had been put in place, and as you looked between the exes, you realized that they were true.

"i'll see you later mi amor," jenni said as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. you sighed as you watched her pack up her things. alexia stood by the door until jenni was gone before she came fully inside and set her bag on the bed where your things were laying.

"hey, that one's mine!" you argued. alexia sent you a knowing look, having once been in your position before. "fine, this one smells like jenni anyway."

"i'm sure it smells like a lot of things," alexia grumbled under her breath.

[inkykodo]

Love Game

Pairing: Dom!Miguel Ohara x Sub!male Reader

Warning: This fanfic contains smut and is intended for AMAB readers. mentions of Rough sex, Teasing, bareback and use of sex toys will be in this fanfic. Be advised

(A/n: i thought of the title because i was listening to lady gaga's song "Love game" after writing this fic LMAO)

After losing a bet with Mr O'Hara, you now owe him a favor. (y/n) doesn't know when he'll use that favor or what he'll make you do. you just know deep inside its something dangerous. "(Y/n) about that bet..." Miguel catches him off guard as you try to think of what to do when the time eventually comes. As you snap out of it he realizes that the time is now, before he can process the situation Miguel grabs you by the arm and pulls you in a utility closet. "Get ready for a challenge cariño... this won't be easy but oh well... who said it was in the first place?" Miguel plasters a smug smile on his face as he pulls out a vibrator. "Wait- Miguel I-" Miguel places a finger on your lips; his long and rough fingers stopping your protest as he unbuckles your belt. "I won fair and square..." Miguel lets out a rumbling growl as he squeezes your thigh. Your mind flashes back to the night before; A busy pub where people spend their night to drink and relax, Miguel sits down beside you and orders a drink. You pay him no mind as you continue to drink away your sorrows.

"Rough day huh?" Miguel nods and grabs a drink before taking a swig of his whiskey. My eyes turn to the huge and buff man, my eyes carefully analyzing his bulk body; I take a another gulp of my drink and answer his question with a groggy voice. "Mhm! right on..." My body slumps over as i raise my glass beckoning the barkeep for another drink. "woah... slow down there buddy" Miguel chuckles taking his drink into his mouth. I side eye him raising a brow "Hey- you know what, I challenge you to a drinking contest big guy!" as I challenge Miguel to a drink he scoffs and turns towards me, his fingers gently placed on my chin, "I dont think youd handle it little boy" My cheeks deepens in color as your talons flex under my skin. "We'll see about that!" you pull away breaking Miguel's gentle touch, (y/n) takes Miguel's whiskey and chugs it down. (Y/n) slams it down on the table; He lets out an audible exhale as the strong liquid travels down to his stomach, burning his tongue and warming his insides. He looks up at Miguel, his eyes widen in surprise he didn't expect such a guy to take in a strong whiskey that easily. After a while you were both spent but neither would give up; on the verge of liver failure and organ shutdown you finally yield and throw up inside one if the toilets stalls. When you finally wake up, your head is banging inside your skull; you realize you took it to far and went black out drunk.

Snap back to the present and now you're now face to face with the intimidating man you challenged. you realize what you've gotten yourself into; and you're clearly starting to regret your decisions. "So, what say you (y/n)?" Miguel's lips curl into a malicious smile as he places the vibrator in front of you. with no choice you are forced to face the challenge presented by Miguel himself. (Y/n) owly nods his head; as Miguel See's your timid response he wastes no time as he flips you around grabbing a packet of lube and ripping it open; Miguel slathers the lube on his calloused hand and he rubs lubricant on the vibrator he slowly inserts it inside (y/n)'s ass. you shiver as the cold liquid touched your soft anal walls. As Miguel finished inserting it in, you feel it directly pressing against your prostate; the sheer amount of pleasure driving you mad. Miguel's hands begin to roam and explore your body. his rough and calloused hands move up your shirt as he feels around your bare chest glistening with sweat from how Miguel is pressing up against (y/n). "You're my dirty little secret, Mi amor" his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as he presses the vibrator deeper into (y/n)'s ass; crushing your prostate. Miguel enjoys your reaction as he watches you squirm and writhe in pleasure below him. "Only i know how good it feels when you're beneath me, begging for more" as (y/n) begins to grind his hips against the vibrator, pressing against Miguel's crotch trying desperately to bury it deeper down his guts; Miguel suddenly pulls your pants up and smacks your ass. the sudden slap making you yelp in surprise. "Behave... you dont want me to lose control trust me." Miguel says in a stern and cold manner as he tries to keep his reserved and stoic appearance.

Miguel smacks his (y/n)'s once more, the vibrator jumping inside as you jolt from Miguel's harsh slap on your rear. Miguel leaves and you follow soon after. you walk down the hall and greet the other spidermen and spiderwomen normally as if nothing is out of the ordinary. but little do they know you secretly have a vibrator shoved up your ass directly pressing against your most sensitive areas. you hastily make your way to the lab and sit down; (y/n) gasps as it presses down on my prostate squeezing it, you slump over your desk. (y/n)'s huge boner looking at you begging for release. your co worker looks at you with concern, "you okay man?" you snap your head back up as you look at him with a smile and (y/n) nods instantaneously "yup i just didn't get enough sleep haha" you chuckle awkwardly. "i better get up better and go get coffee!" your coworker awkwardly laughs back as he looks at you hearing a faint buzzing sound. he looks up wondering if the lights above were broken... you makes your way to the vending machine; (y/n)'s breathing becomes heavy as he tucks his huge erection to his waist band; after he has slightly calmed down he chooses a coffee. unbeknownst of Miguel's arrival, He sees (y/n) getting coffee. Miguel seemed curious and enticed as he knows you have a vibrator inside your ass. with the remote in Miguel's hand. he takes it out and press vibrate. Miguel leans next to a wall as he looks at you, Miguel sees you frantically looking around spotting if anyone saw you flinch in an unnatural way. the buzzing of the vibrator combined with the pleasure of it pressing against your tight anal walls distracts you from finding Miguel. you grab the coffee and start to drink it. as you slowly placed the cup on your lips, it goes even faster; your legs begin to shake as the vibrations move like the waves of an earthquake inside you. (y/n) jolts forward and crosses his legs. you grab a nearby chair and boom. bad choice because as you sits down its not only pressing against your prostate its digging even deeper into you.

Miguel watches (y/n) from afar, enjoying the way he's squirming and fidgeting as the vibrator works its magic on him. He can see the way (y/n)'s breathing is getting heavier and more labored, and he knows that you're getting close to the edge.

He presses the vibrate button even harder, the buzzing sound growing louder and more intense. you jolts forward in your chair, crossing your legs as the pleasure courses through your body. Miguel can't resist any longer. Miguel calls (y/n)'s phone; it suddenly buzzes in your pocket. you gasp softly as you thought the vibration is about to get much worse. you answer the call from Miguel and put the phone close to your ear.

"You like that, mi amor?" he whispers, the rumbling of his deep husky voice sending shivers down (y/n)'s spine. "You like having that vibrator deep inside you, making you feel so good?"

You turn around and see Miguel looking at you with lust and desire in his eyes. You shift in your seat as you try to contain your desire for him. "What's wrong cariño? something caught your tail?" Miguel stares straight at you as people walk by between the lobby area; the air wrapping your tense body as it begins to shake. the vibrations becoming too much to bear, your chest rises and falls while he maintains eye contact with Miguel; he looks at you smirking and enjoying the way you shake before him. In a blink of an eye he's gone and something catches your attention, something grabs your hand and pulls you to a dark corner of the building. Realizing it was Miguel who caught you, your eyes widen in relief as you thought he was gonna take it out. "Miguel.... i cant take this... s'too much.." you cling to Miguel's shoulder as your words become slurred and diminished. pleading for release, you beg before Miguel to take it out and instead put his cock in; Miguel ignores (y/n)'s cries of pleasure; paying no heed to your sobbing, Miguel just quiets you down by kissing you. your movements get sloppier and shakier as your legs are on the verge of giving up. "fuck... Miguel..." (y/n) calls out his name in desperation.

"I know it feels intense, mi amor, but just hold on a little longer," he whispers, his lips hovering over (y/n)'s plump kissers. "I promise you won't regret it."

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pressing the vibrator harder and harder, watching you as you squirm and moan louder with euphoria. He knows that you're on the verge of exploding, and he's not about to let you off the hook yet.

Finally, Miguel relents and takes out the vibrator. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure ease, but before you can catch your breath, he replaces it with his thick, pulsing cock....

Miguel slowly pushes inside you, the sensations building as he feels his girth stretching you open.you yell in ecstacy as Miguel's tip makes its way into the insides of your soft anal walls. you can feel your guts slowly molding itself to the shape of Miguel's cock; as you presses himself against the wall, Miguel leans in and bites your neck while humping you like a wild animal. "After this, you'll come to me begging for more. your insides will remember the shape of my cock." Miguel's hot breath against the bare of your skin sends shivers down your spine. Miguel grunts and plunges himself deeper into your ass abusing your poor prostate. With each deep, powerful thrust, you feels your pleasure building higher and higher, "I want to see you cum, mi amor. I want to watch you lose control and explode all over me," Miguel says, his voice thick with lust and desire. (y/n) can't hold back any longer. he lets out a primal scream as he cums hard, your body shaking with the force of your own orgasm.

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pounding into you even harder, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Finally, he can't hold back any longer. He pulls suddenly pulls out and shoots his hot, sticky cum all over your back, marking you as his own. "You're mine now, mi amor. Mine to play with and pleasure however I want," he says, his voice low and seductive. you breathe heavily unable to register Miguel's words from what you just experienced. you felt like you were taken to heaven and back. Miguel chuckles and cleans you up before he takes your hand and brings you to the clinic to get some rest.

[s6lars]

happy bday bb!!!! i missed you so much i’m so happy i found your account! do you think you could just do a headcanon of how pedri is as a bf! it’s up to you if you want to include smut

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri as a boyfriend …

contains smut, minors dni.

— the meeting.

he was back home in the canaries and met you a house party one of his mates had hosted

it honestly was just an instant connection

he had gone around talking to different ppl throughout the night but the second he started talking to you …

you were the last person he spoke to. bcs he would not speak w anyone else

but after that it was mostly silence, and he was sad bcs he rlly wanted to get closer

when he was back in barcelona, he found out you lived there too

and after some time and a million encouragements from fer

he had the courage to formally ask you out and you two hit it off not long after that

basically, a he fell first & he fell harder moment 🫶🏼

— dating life.

this man is so gentle with you. just so soft spoken, so attentive, so caring

and let’s not forget how clingy he is

you could be doing anything — chores, just scrolling through your phone and he’ll sneak up behind you and bury his face in the crook of your neck

and he wouldn’t say a single word. just dead silent

but that means all he wants is cuddles and you’re more than happy to oblige !

lets you go in his closet and steals whatever you want. genuinely half your closet is just his hoodies and t-shirts now

speaking of his closet, when you first got your hands on it, you were appalled to say the least. but you’ve since gotten it under control and no more ripped skinny jeans it is

in my eyes, pedri’s love language is quality times.

so when he has the time, it’s date night almost every single week ! renting out literally the whole restaurant so it’s more intimate and romantic

when he’s a bit busier, he does it in other ways

he’ll hire a private chef fer to his house, decorate the dining room with flowers

speaking of …

gifts. always. constantly. and spontaneously!

he’ll ask you what you want for your birthday, or christmas, etc — and you always say you don’t want anything. but then a few days later, you’ll get texts like: “gold or silver?” “what size shoe are you?” “do you like clutches or purses more?”

he’s a simple guy, he’s not flashy, and unless it’s for a new phone or a new car he hates splurging. but when it’s with you, then it’s a whole other story.

loveeees showing you off to his family and friends

he’ll run late to lunch with his friends and say something like, “sorry, my girl was too clingy this morning.”

and they’ll all be fake disgusted but he loves it

oh and about pet names

mi mujer — my woman, when addressing you, it’s his go-to.

and bebé for when he’s speaking to you directly

— the launch.

pedri is famous, which means one way or another, the public will have to know about you guys.

pedri is generally a private guy so i think he’ll let it out slowly

which means … soft launch !

it starts with a goal dedication, he makes your initial with his hands and blows a kiss to the camera

and ppl are instantly like whoa. who was that for

and then it picks up

he posts holiday pics and there’s little bits and pieces of you in them

your hair creeping in a mirror selfie, your manicured hands on a steering wheel, your reflection off of a mirror in a restaurant

and now it gets real serious

fans catch him with a girl as his wallpaper but your face is covered by his hand holding the phone

the bomb drops when he posts a pic on his story. it’s a mirror selfie, you’re both dressed up, and you’re the one taking it. he’s standing behind you, one hand across your abdomen.

both your faces are cropped out. still, ppl are like yeah, he has a girl it’s confirmed

finally, he post a whole dump for you, probably for something special like your birthday and he lets the world know he’s yours !

— the spice.

remember when i said pedri was very gentle earlier?

well he can definitely pull a 180 in bed

i see him as more of a switch, and it depends on his mood

at the start of the relationship, when you were navigating what you both enjoyed in bed, you had to guide him a lot

and that’s when you found out he loves being praised, and asking you to praise him

“does that feel good?” “fuck, right there, yeah?” “like this?”

and when he’s not in control he doesn’t shy away from letting you know how good you’re making him feel, always in your ear

ok but let’s get into how he is when he’s in control

generally at first your sex was pretty vanilla, but you were so tired from work one day and just needed to let it all out

and pedri delivered — he had you bent over the couch, and when you thought you were done, he carried you to his room and made you watch in the mirror as you took him

it was unexpected. but not unwelcome

has a thing for when you tug his hair or leaves scratches on his back. it hurts, but it eggs him on further

and if he's really feeling confident, like if he just won a final or scored an important goal, his stamina is quadrupled. you're not stopping until your legs physically give out

always, always makes sure you get aftercare, even if he can barely stay awake himself

even if it's as simple as just getting you something to drink or standing next to you while you're in the bathroom afterwards, he just wants to let you know that he cares about you

gets super cocky the morning after. especially if he sees you limp a bit

you'll tell him off because you'll have to be at work or smth and he'd sit there with a grin and say, "you were the one who kept begging, harder, please—" (you'd throw a pillow in his face before he could continue)

but it's fine, the morning sex makes up for it ♡

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Heavyweight: Chaggie

Buckle up, Buttercups! This is a bit long. Google translate will be your friend.

Charlie: (exiting her office after a 72 hour video meeting and bee-lining towards the bar) UggGHhghhhHHh!!!! I need a DRINK!!!

Alastor: (whirling in out of nowhere) I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

Charlie: (jumps) Holy Shit!!! Fuck! Alastor, can you not do that, please? You nearly gave me a heart attack.

Alastor: So sorry, dear. I'm just warning you before you go anywhere that the bar is in quite the unsavory state right now.

Charlie: What do you mean? Did Cherri invite her biker friends again?

Alastor: Oh, heavens, no! That little manager of yours would never allow that to happen again.

Charlie: Alastor, we've talked about this. Her name is Vaggie. But why is the bar in an unsavory state?

Alastor: (grins wider) Oh, I suppose you'll just have to see it to believe it, I'm afraid. (opens the door to the bar and latin music blares through the hotel)

Charlie: Alastor, I really don't have the mental fortitude to deal with your bipolar-

-Record Screech-

Charlie: -WHY IS VAGGIE BENCHING THE POOL TABLE IN NOTHING BUT A BRA AND HER SKIRT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hazbins: GO!!! GO!!! GO!!! GO!!! GO!!!

Husker: (counting off Vaggie's reps) Forty-eight! Forty-nine! FIFTY!!!! That's it! Vaggie wins!!!

Vaggie: HA!!! (flips the pool table off to the side and stands up victoriously while speaking Spanish) ¡Toda la razón! ¡Paga, Ángel!

Hazbins: (half cheering and half groaning as money exchanges hands and a few lift Vaggie up like a champion)

Angel: (drunkenly slurring in Italian)

Charlie: And WHY are they speaking like that?!

Alastor: (cleaning his monocle) Ms. Vagatha found out that Angel took a video of your drunken stupor last week and demanded he give all copies to her. He said he would only do it if she out drank him.

Charlie: Again. Not her name. And WHAT?!?!?!?!

Alastor: Needless to say, that woman would do anything for you, so they went shot for shot on something called "tequila". Quite the show, if I say so myself. Angel ended up vomiting in the trash can. They've been arguing in Spanish and Italian ever since. It's almost friendly at this point.

Charlie: BUT WHY IS VAGGIE HALF NAKED?!?!?!?!?!

Alastor: (obviously disgusted by the display but keeping his smile) She didn't want to rip her uniform.

Vaggie: (spots Charlie from her elevated position)

¡Charlie, mi amor!

Charlie: (arrow to the heart as she watches Vaggie hop down and strut over to her, eyes zeroed in on the sway of her girlfriend's hips) Oh, fuck..... I'm in trouble....

Vaggie: (hugs Charlie tight before taking her hand and kissing it) ¿Cómo estuvo tu reunión?

Charlie: (gets goosebumps and blushes) UuuUuUhhhHHHhhh.... V-Vaggie, babe, y-you know I'm not good with my Spanish yet.

Vaggie: Lo sé. (chuckles deeply and looks at Charlie through her long lashes as she snakes her arm around Charlie's waist while the other hand strokes her thumb over Charlie's pulse on her wrist) También sé que te gusta cuando te hablo así en español.

Charlie: (blushing deeper as she wiggles out of her suit jacket and wraps it around Vaggie's shoulders) L-Let's get you covered up.

Vaggie: (smirking as she traces her fingers around the waistband of Charlie's trousers and gently untucks her shirt so she can drag her fingers across the pale skin underneath) Eres tan dulce… y tan sexy cuando te sonrojas.

Charlie: (feels her tail and horns spring up as Vaggie's nails drag across the skin of her hip and tries to corral Vaggie towards the door) OH-KAY!!! L-Let's get you upstairs to bed!

Vaggie: (maneuvers herself so she's escorting Charlie up the stairs leading to their room and uses her wings so that she can hover right next to Charlie's ear from behind) Only if you join me~

Charlie: (thighs pinch together as a spark of electricity jolts through her body and whines) ...oh fuck....

Vaggie: Now, you're catching on~

[grnherbs]

that's right baby, say my name.

minors dni! nsft & eighteen plus only !

javier peña <3

word count: i have no idea i wrote this out in tumblr, roughly 1k ?

warnings: eighteen plus! hand cuffs, roughness?, degradation, face slapping once, minor tit play, female fingering, name calling, piv, cockwarming?

he presses you up against the wall, hands behind your back and you hear the metallic jingle of handcuffs, feeling them click around your wrists, the cold metal was a shock to the humidity of Colombian heat.

you felt a his face close to yours, hot and his breath went down your back. "you've got me running around this damn city looking for your ass" he whispers in your ear. "y, aquí estas, breakin' into my fuckin house".

he was flushed, jeans hanging low on his hips, barely enough time to have got out of bed and dressed before he had you pinned in your current position. "mi amor, you know better than this," he chastised and you felt his bare chest near your arms from the way he had you.

"javi" you said softly with a faux whine "you're hurting me", to which he responds flatly, with resonance of a chuckle, "you're breaking my fuckin' heart, baby" and he grabs you, hauling you up over his shoulder, carrying you from the kitchen to the lounge, chucking you onto the couch.

"what am i going to do with you?" he rubs his hands over his face, before moving them over his eyes in frustration. he moves down to hold his hand, twisting the rings that lay on his fingers. "what the hell are you even doing here? i could get into so much shit for even seeing you."

you look up, catching his gaze in yours, "javi please, i just had to see you, I've missed you".

he scoffs at this and sits next to you with a sigh, "missed me have you, cariño?" he turns his face to look at you once more, muttering under his breath "fuckin' missed me...".

the silence fills the room and he groans, like he's fighting with himself. eventually he speaks up to your surprise. "a la mierda.." you look up in surprise at this and his lips are latched onto yours, to which you let out a shocked moan, pushing back against him.

he reaches round you to undo the cuffs, but grabs your arms before you can move them to pin them beside your head. deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and he lets out another moan, his body pressed to yours.

eventually he pulls away and he grabs you, sitting you on his lap, leg each side of his, and you feel his hard on pressing into you. he takes his hand and trails it up your body from your legs, to your stomach, kissing and sucking on your neck as he does, his hand reaches up and he squeezes your tits, playing with the nipple, evident through your thin shirt.

you grind downwards onto him, your skirt flayed out, thin underwear and denim barely stopping the sensation it sends through you and him. his hand comes up to rest on your jaw and he pulls it back, slapping you round the face gently, just to surprise you.

"still like it rough from me huh?" he acknowledges your moan to it. "una sucia puta" he pulls you up, pulling your skirt down and lifting your shirt over your head before grinding you back down onto him. he takes you in fully, eyes raking your body in everyway.

kissing your tits again, he sucks on them, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. "please javi, i need you". he lets out another dark chuckle at this "oh baby, what do you need?" he teases, grinding up into you again.

"you, baby, please" and he nods, leaning you down onto the couch, so you're body in under him, he rips off your underwear, running his finger up your cunt, collecting the wetness and rubbing it onto your clit, making your legs jolt. he moves his finger down, playing with your entrance, before placing a finger inside you, smirking at your moan, as you grip his neck.

"oh buena chica, my angel" he teased, moving it in and out at a steady pace, adoring the way your body moved under his and he sees your hands working their way down his own body, unzipping the fly on his jeans, and moving your hand into them, over his boxers to cup his hard cock, bucking into your hand.

he removes his finger, much to your dismay, standing up and kicking his jeans and boxers off at once, standing over you and stroking his cock, he looked beautiful, and for a second you'd thought you had died, taking in the sight. he smiled at your reaction, leaning down to kiss you, clambering on top of you.

you reach up to run your hands through his hair and he looks at you with adoration. "my beautiful girl" he kisses you softly, distracting you from the feeling of his cock lining up with you. without warning he thrusts into you. both of you letting out a moan at the feeling. "ah mierda, so .. fucking tight" he buried his head into your shoulder and you scratch up his back, getting used to the small burn of the stretch.

looking up and into your eyes, you nodded to him and he propped himself up on once arm, beginning to rock into you, the feeling overwhelming you both. he was always so hard for you, "cmon baby, wanna hear you" he encourages and you begin to moan out for him.

"javi please, just use me" you blurt out and he obliged, rocking back and forth into you, his hips rolling to meet yours hitting every spot just perfectly, practically made for you. "javi, please you feel so fucking good" and he groans into your ear.

"thats it baby, say my name, tell everyone whose cock you're crying for huh?" he strokes your hair, before moving his hand down to play with your clit, sending a near electric pulse through your body, having you moaning his name so loudly, you were sure to have woken the neighbours up "that's right mi cariño, say it, say my name when you cum"

he knew your body like the back of his hand now and he felt you clenching round him, the feeling was perfect and the next thing you knew was heat as you release finally, soaking his cock with yourself "ah! javi, fuck"

he stutters out a moan, following closely behind you, his body collapsing gently on you, cock still nestled warmly inside. he places a kiss to your forehead.

"god, you're gonna be the death of me"

[megalony]

Medic Mode

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon, I hope you will all like it. I tried to make it as fluffy as I could. Any feedback is always lovely.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: While Eddie is at work, (Y/n) has a small cooking accident. And when he finds out, he looks after her and patches her up.

Enjoy.

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"Chris, I need to head off now. You be good for me and I'll be back tomorrow night, okay?" Eddie strapped his watch around his wrist before he crouched down beside the sofa where Chris was laid out. He was curled up in his pyjamas and dressing gown with a blanket around his legs. It was almost time for bed.

Eddie was doing a double shift, working twenty four hours straight from tonight until tomorrow night. It was going to be a killer, but it meant he would have the next few days off after this.

"Okay, love you."

"I love you too." With his hand pressed against the back of Chris's head, Eddie kissed his temple and leaned over to hug him before he got to his feet.

He had tried to take a nap this afternoon before Chris got home from school so he would be prepared to go all night and all through tomorrow. Eddie didn't sleep at the station unless he was doing a long run of shifts all meshed together. He couldn't very well turn up for a night shift and try to catch a few hours of sleep not long after he arrived, and he wanted to be rearing and ready to go when he got there.

He pulled back from the sofa with a lasting smile on his face for Chris before he moved towards the hall.

"Okay mi amor, I gotta go." His eyes focused on the hem of his shirt which he tucked into his trousers but when Eddie lifted his head, all the blood drained down to his feet. His lips suddenly went very dry and his jaw hung open but he couldn't find anything else to say.

Oh, that wasn't fair.

How was Eddie supposed to leave for a double shift when (Y/n) looked like that? She was burning her image into his eyes and leaving it cemented into his brain. How could he go out on a call and try to focus when his wife was at home looking that good? How was he supposed to head to work and not stay here when she looked that appealing to him?

The sight of her stood there like that was enough to make Eddie growl and rethink going into work tonight.

It was clear that (Y/n) had just gotten out the shower. She was wearing one of Eddie's plain cotton shirts and a pair of his boxers that were glued rather shapely around her bum. And his shirt hung off her left shoulder as if giving him a sneak preview of what he was missing out on but it was the way his shirt was bunched up over her hip and partly tucked into the boxers that made it hard to stay in control. He wanted to go over there and rip it over her head and drag the boxers down to her ankles.

He swallowed harshly as he watched (Y/n) pad barefoot down the hall, one hand tangled in her hair, brushing it back across her shoulder.

"Really?" His voice came out a lot deeper than he intended and he saw the confusion pool in (Y/n)'s eyes as she approached him.

"What?"

A shiver rolled down (Y/n)'s spine when his arms coiled around her waist and he dragged her closer until her chest bumped into his. His chin brushed against her shoulder and his lips attached to her neck as he absentmindedly leaned up and lifted her high enough that she had to push up on her tiptoes to balance against him.

The feeling of him breathing harshly and sucking at her neck had her knees going weak but when she looked at the watch strapped on his wrist, she knew he was going to be late if he stayed. And Christopher was still awake, they couldn't exactly do anything without him hearing or noticing. He was an observant kid.

"Baby you'll be late," She turned her head to look at him but he caught her lips in a kiss instead and she could feel his hands slip beneath her shirt. His palms pressed flat against the dip in her lower back before she felt his fingertips trace lower and dip past the waistband of his boxers she was wearing.

His shift was going to feel like a week instead of a day with (Y/n)'s image burned into his mind like this.

"Then you shouldn't entice me to stay." He growled and he felt (Y/n) suck in a deep breath when he took her bottom lip between his teeth. He was all prepared to leave until she walked out looking like this.

"Sorry baby," Sincerity flooded her voice while she cupped Eddie's face in her hands and pecked his lips again before she tried to wriggle out of his arms.

It didn't work. His hands slipped lower into the boxers until both hands had a grip on her bum and he stepped closer, pressing every ridge of his body against hers. When he dug his fingers into her flesh, (Y/n) rolled her lips together and pressed her nose against his cheek.

Maybe she should walk him to the door to make sure he actually left. It wouldn't do him any favours to be late to work when he had a clean track record so far.

She gave him a gentle nudge until he was walking backwards, his arms tightening around her waist with his elbows digging into her hips. Her hands reached up to rub across his chest and she continued to nudge him backwards while he stole kiss after kiss from her lips like it was the last time he was going to see her and he was getting his money's worth.

"Don't wanna go when you look like that. It's teasing."

He had to get his head in gear and rush into uncertain situations with this image of (Y/n) at the forefront of his mind. He had to save people and clean the trucks and tend to wounds and injuries and run into burning buildings, all while (Y/n) danced across his mind, looking like this.

"I wasn't trying to tease you baby… you're back tomorrow night, I'll be all your tomorrow."

"Hm, but I want you now."

A gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips when one of Eddie's hands suddenly unhooked from her behind and reached up for the collar of her shirt that was halfway down her shoulder. With it being Eddie's shirt and two sizes too big for her, the collar was looser and easier to move. It let Eddie hook a finger into the collar and drag it further down her arm, exposing her chest to his prying eyes.

(Y/n) tilted her upper half back just as Eddie's lips attached to her chest. Both hands moved to his shoulders and she gave him a strong push until he had to reel back up and disconnect from her chest. She dragged the shirt back up her shoulder, hiding the view he had given himself which made him groan.

"Go to work, Edmundo."

Eddie moved one arm behind him to unlock the door and grab his keys from the lock. When the door opened, he begrudgingly let (Y/n) push him back until he was over the threshold like a lovesick puppy waiting outside for her. But the moment she was out of his arms, Eddie planted one hand on the doorframe and the other on the door. Preventing her from closing the door on him.

He waited until (Y/n) cupped his face in her hands and tugged him down to press a feverish kiss to his lips. She let him swipe his tongue across her lower lip, begging for entrance before she pulled back, mumbling a quiet 'I love you' and 'goodbye' against his lips before giving him a final nudge out the door.

One whole day.

How was he going to survive with that image burned into his mind and the desire bubbling away inside of him?

***

"Next one," Chris murmured and swiped his hand across (Y/n)'s phone until the next song started to play. He wanted the upbeat songs to play so he could dance and stim while they made dinner.

"Here you go baby."

(Y/n) set down the jar of mayonaise in front of Chris who was stood with the salad bowl in front of him. They had made their own coleslaw tonight, something Chris was starting to master. They hadn't quite mastered making their own mayonaise yet but that was next on their list.

"Save some for your dad," She reminded as he tipped half the jar into the bowl before he began to mix it in.

She always plated Eddie a meal up because she knew what it was like down at the station. He didn't always get a chance to eat with how hectic their days could be. Most of the time the team managed to eat lunch but not tea and Eddie would be hungry when he came home.

(Y/n) began nodding her head along to the music while she found a knife and began cutting up the chicken.

Her lips curved into a smile when Chris let go of the spoon and started to wave his hand at his side, curling two of his fingers into his palm as he began to stim. Chris didn't always enjoy cooking but sometimes, when he was in the mood, he loved being in the kitchen. Baking was something he preferred rather than cooking dinner and he loved making pancakes for breakfast.

"Dad home tonight?"

"Yep, he'll be back just before you go to bed."

She started humming the tune while Chris finished up mixing the coleslaw and began rocking back and forth as he sang the song.

"I think your dad-" (Y/n)'s words mashed into a scream when the knife slipped along the side of the chicken and pierced into the side of her hand.

Her body stiffened, her elbows pinned against her waist and her eyes snapped closed when a blinding pain scoured through the base of her left palm. Pain was all (Y/n) could feel, shooting through to her fingertips and down her wrist towards her elbow in electrifying bolts.

Fuck!

Her right hand began to shake when she dared to open her eyes that were already watering on impact. She blinked away the tears and tried to stare down at her hands but the sight made her gulp.

The knife had pierced into the edge of her hand just below her little finger and made a slice up towards her middle finger, right through her palm. The tip of the knife was still imbedded in her hand just below her finger and (Y/n) didn't feel anything when she slid the knife out and dropped it onto the counter.

She took three stumbling steps away from the counter so she didn't get blood all over the chicken. The last thing she wanted was to ruin dinner and have to make something else and take twice as long.

Blood poured through the grooves of her fingers. It trickled steadily down her wrist towards her forearm and splatters dropped down onto the floor at her feet.

"Mum, you hurt?" Chris stepped back and started to wave his arms at his sides and flap them like he was trying to take flight.

"No… no I'm okay baby… w-why don't you play a video game, while I clean up? Please?"

The moment Chris hurried out the kitchen, (Y/n) let her jaw slack and a small cry froffed past her lips. Her fingers curled tightly around her left wrist and she tried to hold her arm up in the air to stop the blood flowing down to her hand. Everything started to shake as the pain just kept flooding down with each thud of her heartbeat.

God, why did she have to go and hurt herself tonight? Why did she have to have an accident right when they were about to have dinner and when Eddie wasn't home?

He was a medic, he was like (Y/n)'s personal doctor. Whenever she bumped into something or had a fall or had any aches and pains, Eddie took care of her. He would go into medic mode and assess her and patch her back up. But he wasn't home right now. (Y/n) would have to deal with this herself and look after herself and Chris.

Her fingers curled around her left wrist in a death grip, digging her nails in until she was splitting the skin. She trudged across to the sink and turned on the cold tap.

Tears flooded her face along with a quiet sob when the freezing cold water trickled over her hand and made her arm pulse with each heartbeat.

The water didn't seem to help.

A river of burnt orange and strawberry red mingled in the bottom of the sink and splattered around the silver edges. The water allowed (Y/n) to have a clear view of her hand. The cut didn't look deep enough to reach any muscle or bone, but it was enough to cause blistering pain and when it healed, (Y/n) knew she would have a large scar through her palm.

She didn't want to go to the hospital. (Y/n) couldn't deal with an evening trip to the emergency room. It would be packed if she went now and she would have to take Chris along with her. That wouldn't be fair to him and she couldn't be bothered with the stress of waiting around for someone to patch her up.

If she could sort it herself, she would.

Scanning her eyes around the kitchen, (Y/n) kept her shaking, bloody hand beneath the water and scrunched her right hand around the kitchen roll in front of the kitchen window.

"One… two… three."

She counted herself down and pulled her hand from the water and held her arm high up in the air. Three sheets of soaked kitchen roll packed against her hand before she wrapped a further six or seven dry sheets of kitchen roll around her hand as tightly as she could to pack the wound together.

When she tried to grab the first aid kit from the top cupboard, it clattered onto the counter and split open.

(Y/n) grabbed a roll of bandage and tore it open with her teeth before she wrapped it around her hand from the base of her fingers, down to her wrist. Keeping the kitchen roll tightly packed behind the bandage to apply more pressure and be safe in case it kept bleeding.

When the bandage was wrapped, (Y/n) wound a tight lot of medical tape around it before keeping a teatowel tightly clenched around her hand. That would do for now.

It felt like her arm had been disconnected from the rest of her body. From her shoulder right down to her fingertips, her arm was thudding and pulsing and aching.

Tears streamed freely down (Y/n)'s face but she tried to wipe them away and take a few deep, calming breaths.

She tossed the bloodied knife into the sink and turned towards the chicken that she now despised. It was cooked well enough that she could shred it with a fork instead of cutting it with another knife.

She would tidy the kitchen after dinner.

***

Adrenaline sparked up in (Y/n)'s stomach when she heard the front door open and close with a bang. Eddie was home.

Her eyes immediately darted down to her left hand and she could feel herself shaking when she noticed spots of blood beginning to soak through the bandage. It was bleeding again. She wasn't sure if her hand had even stopped bleeding since she'd cut it, or if she had just packed it well enough to stop it from bleeding as fast.

Reaching out, she grabbed the teatowel and rolled it around her left hand to cover the bandage before she picked up one of the plates and started to dry it. She would sort her hand out soon. She wasn't going to worry Eddie the moment he walked through the door. He had been on a double shift, he needed to come home and sit down and have something to eat, not come home and feel like he was right back at work again.

"There you are."

Her lips curved into a soft smile when a pair of tense arms looped around her waist and she felt Eddie's lips smother the side of her neck.

Turning her head to the left, (Y/n) kissed his temple and brushed her nose against his damp hair. Her breathing hitched and her lips stretched into a wider grin when Eddie straightened up and almost pulled her off her feet when he dragged her back up against his chest.

"Missed you," He muttered lowly into her neck before he sank his teeth down between her neck and shoulder making (Y/n) swallow down a groan.

Eddie reached his hand up and hooked a finger beneath (Y/n)'s chin, tilting her head up so he could steal a kiss. Then another. Then another.

"Dad! Dad!"

He grumbled something against her lips but (Y/n) couldn't make out what he was trying to say. She kissed the corner of his mouth before she pulled back enough to look up at him with a tender smile.

"He's waited up for you." It had been hard to keep her hand away from Chris's perceptive gaze and try to tell him she had just scratched it and was covering it up so it wouldn't get wet.

But she had managed to get through Chris's evening routine without bursting into tears, no matter how badly her hand hurt or how much ir throbbed or felt like it was going to fall off. Chris had been settled in bed for the last half an hour with the tv on. He was waiting up for Eddie to settle him to bed and as always, Chris had managed to hear the door and knew the moment his dad had come home.

"Here," She kept the teatowel hooked around her left hand while she reached across the counter, as much as she could with Eddie's arms still bound around her middle and his chest against her back. She arched her bum out against him so she could grab the plate from the side and turned to hold it out to him.

He could let Chris have another five minutes watching tv so he could eat his dinner. It wouldn't do Eddie any good going much longer without something to eat. (Y/n) knew he wouldn't have had dinner at the station.

"Thank you." He caught her lips in another kiss before he slowly unravelled from around her and took the plate with a grateful smile.

"Dad!"

"Alright, alright I'm coming." His lips attached to (Y/n)'s cheek before he leaned round to hover over her ear. And (Y/n) could feel the way he grinned into her skin when his voice sent her knees quaking. "I'll be back for you later."

As soon as Eddie was out of the kitchen, (Y/n) moved to the cupboard and grabbed the first aid box again.

Her hands began to tremble when she carefully peeled away the tape and unravelled the bloodied bandage from her hand. Her skin was discoloured and felt like squishy jelly when she prodded at the skin. She had definitely cut the blood supply off for a while with how numb her hand felt.

Flakes of dried blood smeared into the grooves of her palm but fresh blood started to trickle down her hand and made her grimace.

(Y/n) didn't bother running her hand under the cold tap again. She found a fresh bandage and rolled it around her hand as tightly as she could manage and threw the old bandage and wads of kitchen roll in the bin.

Painkillers had taken the edge off earlier, but (Y/n) could still feel the throbbing, splintering pain shooting through her hand every now and then. And her fingers were constantly cramping and splitting from the numbess coursing down her hand.

She left the kitchen to make her way down the hall just as she heard Eddie saying goodnight to Chris. She passed Chris's room and headed into her and Eddie's room and turned the tv on low.

Her lips pressed into a thin line and scrunched up to one side in a grimace when she tried to pull her hair into a ponytail. She could barely get her left hand to move, let alone curl her fingers and wind a bobble between her fingers to go around her hair. A sigh passed her lips and she wrenched the bobble free and let her hair fan down across her shoulders. Her hair would have to stay down tonight.

She barely moved the covers to sit down in bed before she heard Chris's bedroom door shut and the sound of approaching footsteps.

Her eyes followed his movements as he stripped off his button up shirt and approached the end of the bed rather slowly. He crawled along the end of the bed and slowly caged her beneath him with his knees pressing into her legs and up her thighs. Until he was close enough to sink back on his heels with his knees digging comfortably into (Y/n)'s hips so he was sat on her thighs.

(Y/n) stayed silent and held her breath when Eddie raked his eyes up and down her frame and she bit her lip when she watched his tongue dart out across his lower lip. Her heart thudded in her chest as his hands moved to cup the sides of her jaw and she could feel his fingertips tracing along the top of her neck like he was drawing patterns into her skin.

He tilted her head back until she was looking up at him and his lips quirked up into a grin before he swooped down and captured her lips with his.

Her eyes fell closed and her arms weaved beneath his so she could loop them around the back of his neck and pull him closer. She could tell she almost pulled him off balance as his weight shifted to his knees that dug down into the mattress to steady himself. And his chest pressed down into hers, pushing (Y/n) back until she was slanted at an angle against the pillows.

Eddie seemed to steal each breath she tried to take until she had to knot her fingers into his hair at the back of his head and give a sharp tug. Earning a groan that allowed (Y/n) to take back a breath for herself, her lips barely touching his that panted against hers.

"You really missed me, hm?" (Y/n) panted against his lips and pulled his lower lip between hers just to see the way his pupils would expand and darken like swirling orbs in front of her.

"Been thinking 'bout you all day." Eddie's lips curved into a dark grin and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder as his hands worked their way down her sides. Grinning into her skin when he felt her squirm beneath him as he found her ticklish spot.

One hand curled around her hip as if to make sure she stayed put and didn't dare think about moving and his other hand scrunched up the bottom of her shirt, ready to rip it over her head.

But just as Eddie pulled his lips away from her skin, something caught the corner of his eye. He tilted his head down to the right and the smile started to fade from his lips that parted so he could pant and catch his breath back. He smoothed his thumb across her hip and leaned to kiss her shoulder before he moved to look down at the bed sheet.

There was blood on it.

"Why'd you stop?" (Y/n)'s voice stayed quiet, as if speaking any louder would break the atmosphere around them. She let her hands slide down to cup Eddie's neck and tilt his head back up so they were level again.

Reaching up behind him, Eddie let his hands curve around (Y/n)'s wrists but his smile morphed more into a frown when he felt something on (Y/n)'s wrist. He pulled her hands down from his neck and leaned to sit back on her thighs so he could hold her hands in front of him.

Why did she have a bandage on? What had she done? Eddie knew she hadn't been wearing that yesterday before he went to work.

"Baby, you okay? Did you have an accident or something?"

Eddie's fingers stayed curled softly around (Y/n)'s wrist and it was almost comforting to feel his thumb smoothing up and down the back of her hand. But when her hand still felt numb and touching it made the wound start to throb, she wanted to wince.

She had been hoping he wouldn't notice, at least not for a little while. And she thought it had stopped bleeding by now. (Y/n) could see the confusion pooling on Eddie's face as he brought her hand closer to his face so he could inspect the bandage that had been hastily wrapped tight around her palm. Blood was starting to pool like splattered paint in the middle of the bandage and it had soaked through into the bed when she had her hands planted down on the mattress a few minutes ago.

"Um, just a small incident- ow!" Her eyes snapped closed and she couldn't help the way she winced when Eddie tried to drag his fingertips across her palm. It still hurt.

"Oh, baby it's bleeding quite a lot. I'm gonna have to take a look at it." His features pulled into a grimace with his lips pressed together and his brows furrowed down in concentration.

(Y/n) kept her eyes focused on Eddie's bare chest while he turned her hand over so her palm was held between them instead of pulled up towards his face. Both his hands moved so one was gently cupping her wrist, keeping her hand steady, and his other hand started to unravel the bandage as slowly as he could so he didn't hurt her.

Reaching out, (Y/n) dragged her right hand up and down Eddie's thigh, raking her nails along his trousers until his leg twitched beneath her touch and his eyes darted to glance up at her and see what she was doing.

He let the bandage unravel and drop down onto his thigh and slide onto the bed but Eddie's upper lip curled in distaste and a deep growl vibrated through his chest when he looked at the problem. There was a large, gaping wound in the middle of her palm. The skin was discoloured and shrivelled up where it had been cut and it let Eddie see how deep it was. He couldn't see any muscle or bone, thankfully, but it was still deeper than he'd of liked.

"Fuck! Mi amor what did you do? Why didn't you say something when I came in?" There was dried blood caked all around her palm and in the grooves of her fingers but he was glad to see it wasn't bleeding steadily. She just have applied a bit of pressure and caused it to bleed slowly again.

"The knife slipped when I was making dinner. I… I tried to wrap it tight to make it stop."

Panic bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest when Eddie let go of her wrist and moved to climb over her and get off the bed. She watched him stand beside the bed, but a gasp tumbled past her lips when he reached out and curled his hands beneath her thighs. He gave a sharp tug and dragged her to the edge of the bed and leaned forward so he could hook her legs around his hips.

He murmured a quiet but stern 'up' with one hand on her bum and the other on her lower back and he lifted her and sat her on his hips.

(Y/n) curved her arms loosely around his shoulders and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as her heels crossed behind his back. She closed her eyes and kept her face buried into his neck but her lips curved into a soft grin when she felt Eddie's hand move from her back to swat down on her bum.

"You should have told me," He mumbled quietly into her hair as he walked down the hall and turned into the kitchen.

"Didn't wanna worry you."

"Well I'm worried now."

He heard a small 'sorry' vibrate through his neck and it made him purse his lips and back down. He wasn't trying to have a go at her or be rude, but if she was hurt, Eddie wanted to know as soon as possible rather than wait and find out by accident.

When they reached the kitchen, Eddie moved over to the counter near the sink and carefully eased (Y/n) down so she was sat on the countertop. His hands gave her thighs a tight squeeze before he broke free from her legs and rummaged in the medicine cupboard.

He found the first aid kit and the dark green tupperware box where he stashed the extra medical supplies and some spare bits and pieces he usually brought home from work.

"Alright mi amor, let's sort you out." Eddie moved back between (Y/n)'s thighs and he felt her heels rest comfortably against his lower back between his hips.

He opened the two boxes on the counter and rummaged through to find what he needed before he grabbed a cloth from the side drawer and ran it under the cold water.

(Y/n) bit down on her lower lip and tightened her thighs into Eddie's hips when he started to dab the cold cloth against her hand to clean away the dried and freshly forming blood. Her free hand moved to cradle the side of his neck and she swiped her thumb up and down his jaw that was locked tight in concentration. She tried to study his features instead to take her mind off what he was doing to her hand.

Her hand moved to his shoulder and she groaned, jumping back on the counter when he dabbed an antiseptic wipe across the cut. It felt like he had just poured a bottle of salt onto her hand with the way it bit and stung at her cut. The feeling of Eddie's lips on her cheek soothed one of the many nerves going haywire in her stomach and she tried to focus on his thumb that started caressing up and down her wrist.

"Hand down on here, try and hold steady so I can put the suture strips on."

She did as requested and placed her hand down on the side of the sink and tried to keep her fingers stretched out straight and steady her arm. The last thing Eddie needed was to hold her arm down if she began trembling or pulling away when he tried to help her.

"Okay, here we go." His voice was soothing and rugged but when he pinched her split skin together, (Y/n) couldn't help the broken cry that spit past her lips.

When Eddie taped the first plastic stitch over the wound to hold the skin together, (Y/n) leaned forward. She hooked her free arm around the back of his shoulders and pressed her face down into the junction between his neck and shoulder. Her lips smothered his skin and panted into his neck while her eyes closed tightly so she could try and focus on the feeling of Eddie's soft, laboured breaths.

Eddie continued to work his way along the cut, pinching the skin and sticking the home remedy stitches along to take the wound together so the skin could heal and patch back up.

He could feel the way (Y/n)'s arm was trembling despite how well she managed to hold herself still and not pull away from the pain it caused.

Once it was done, Eddie grabbed a fresh bandage roll and started to wind it around the base of (Y/n)'s fingers, between the groove of her finger and thumb and down to her wrist. He wanted the wound packed and covered so it wouldn't get infected or split open again. He taped the bandage in place before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"All done baby."

"Thank you," (Y/n) murmured softly against his lips when he leaned forward to capture her with a kiss.

Her arms looped around the back of his neck and she used her legs as leverage to tug him closer until his knees bashed into the cupboard and his hips melted into her thighs.

"Now, where were we?"

[lethalchiralium]

I’m Yours | Alejandro Vargas x Wife!Reader

a/n: HAHHAA. NO MAN FROM COD CAN ESCAPE ME. except the scrunkly man. and maybe graves, unless you get on your knees and beg for him.

warnings: alejandro is drunk, he loves you, rudy is very tired of both his and your shit, use of y/n

summary: Rudy has brought you home a very, very drunk husband.

gif not mine! @icaxrus

It was just past 1am when Rudy called and said that he was outside your door with your husband.

You jogged down the hallway in Alejandro’s old t-shirt and some pajama shorts, ripping the door open to find an incredibly drunk Alejandro, hanging off of Rudy’s shoulder. The man had wild eyes, a smile that was huge but his eyebrows quickly furrowed at the sight of you. He looked up to Rudy, “Pensé que me ibas a llevar a casa.”

“I did take you home.” Rudy answered, holding his hand out towards you. You stepped towards Alejandro, your hand placed on his shoulder but he ripped it away - his weight almost making Rudy fall backwards, but he kept steady after wobbling.

Your husband looked at you, alarmed. “¡No, no me toques! Tengo una esposa, ella te matará si me tocas!” He looked to Rudy, loudly whispering, “Mi amor estará en casa en cualquier momento, Rudy, esperemos.”

Poor Rudy glanced to you as you smiled, trying to hold back laughter as you stepped to the side. The men hobbled into your home, you closed the door behind them but Alejandro turned to look at you, putting his hand up.

“I am very sorry, Y/N, you’re pretty but my wife, Y/N, is beautiful.” He turned back towards the living room, only to see his couch, chirping, “¡Mi sofá!”

Rudy laughed, helping the man into the living room, saying, “Hermano, we should get you up to bed.”

The Colonel gasped in offense. “With her here?! Y/N would be furious! Have her sleep in the guest room, dormiré en el sofá mientras espero a mi esposa, muchas gracias.” Alejandro quickly collapsed on the couch, you had followed them into the living room. As soon as Alejandro rolled over to face the back of the couch, he was out like a light.

Rudy looked to you, almost laughing as he said, “At least he knows who you are and that he has a wife.”

You smiled at him, leaning over the couch and brushing Alejandro’s hair from his face. You moved down to the end of the couch, pulling a black blanket over your husband. “I’m very glad he knows - he’s going to get the best head of his life when he wakes up.”

Rudy’s ears went red. “Ustedes dos están hechos el uno para el otro.”

You gently pet Alejandro’s shoulder, he grumbled in his sleep as you said, “Of course he’s made for me, he’s my husband.”

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Arachnophilia: (Part Seventeen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Mostly relationship fluff + some worldbuilding. Also Peter content.

Word count: 4890

It was early morning once more, and today light was streaming in through every hole in the nest. The sun was bright and high over the canopy in a sea of pale blue, sitting in an sky barely touched by clouds. It was quiet, calm, even verging on warm, with the morning heat creating a low mist across the grass.

You liked to believe the weather was a reflection of your mood, because today you were finally taking Mig with you to the Society. You were elated, almost giddy, but him? Not so much.

‘Ogh. Look at you. So handsome!’

You grinned up at Mig as he paced about the nest, his eyes solely focused on his chest. His usually bare torso had been covered by a single, plain white shirt, and he seemed to be struggling with the sensation.

‘Mm… It has been, far too long since I had to put one of these on. How do you wear these all the time?’ he grumbled. He kept pulling on the shirt, awkwardly shifting it in and out of place. You were trying to not get distracted by how tight it was. You’d gotten the largest size you could, but it was still sticking quite close to his chest and shoulders, the smooth white fabric perfectly highlighting the rounded pounds of his pecs.

It was rather unfair, really, how you teased him for his constant ogling. You weren’t any better. He was just so damn pretty, with the plain white sitting on his warm skin, hugging his hefty chest.

‘You’ll get used to it’ you reassured him, ‘I did argue with them about the clothing but… they said, you know, society protocol. No shirtlessness. Not even for this most beautiful of men.’

Miguel shot you a smile to acknowledge your praise. ‘Yes. I should have suspected it would not be easy. Still, I appreciate you trying, mi tesoro.’

With those dreary words he crept forward to comfort himself with your touch. His forelegs pulled you in and clutched you to his abdomen, and you nestled back so tight that the fluff went up your nose and caused you to sneeze.  

‘Aw—Mi arañita, qué menso eres’ he murmured affectionately.

‘Mean’ you retorted.

He was purring now, his abdomen vibrating and rustling with joy. ‘I will be grateful to have you with me’ he said as he brushed your suit down. It wasn’t dirty, he’d just gone so long without clothes that he assumed you brushing off his shirt was a sign of affection, and he wanted to return it. ‘I would never have gone alone, even if the offer was made again.’

‘I’ll be there the whole time, I promise’ you said. As Mig smiled you sealed that promise with a kiss to his claws. ‘And if Miguel tries anything, I’ll rip his claws out one by one. I promise that too.’

You saw Mig’s smile falter a little. ‘Ah. Yes. Him. He will, be there as well.’

Your smile dipped too. You were trying to joke about the situation but you both knew, deep down, how strange everything had gotten.

There was a tension between all three of you, one that was strange and multilayered in ways you couldn’t discern beyond a constant, simmering, anxiety inducing pressure.

Miguel had remained on watch at your nest after the first time you mated in front of him, and for two days while you prepped he’d stuck to his stubborn word and remained. He’d mostly stayed outside, only coming in occasionally to ensure you were being ‘safe’ as he put it, but he never spoke a single word to either of you.

The only thing you’d noticed is that his eyes, when they fell on you, were no longer cold; they were burning hot, simmering and seething, filled with something unspeakably strong.

You shuddered at the thought.

Luckily Miguel was gone today as you were visiting the HQ, so he could monitor you there, but it felt like his presence was always hanging over your head.

‘Alright. Come on. Let’s go’ you said, gently urging him to follow you with a tap to his belly. For a moment he hesitated, his little paws tapping back and forth on the nest floor, but it was only for a moment. With your face beaming and urging him on he reluctantly followed.

You’d been prepared for Mig to struggle with the portal. He’d never gone through one before and everyone struggled at first, so you were as patient as possible with the big guy.

You just hadn’t expected how badly he’d take it.

The moment you stepped through the lack of weight and gravity seemed to throw him totally off balance. You were used to keeping with the flow, to angling your body so that you flowed seamlessly through the void of space time and out the other end, but Mig didn’t have that.

He immediately crashed into you and sent you both hurtling through the portal at a speed you could not keep up with.

You both rolled out of the portal at max velocity, his enormous body crashing into the HQ floor with such force that it cracked. In the safe, fluffy grip of his legs you were thankfully unharmed, but it didn’t stop you from being dazed. As he tumbled to a stop you gasped.

‘AH—Fuck, oh Mig I am so sorry, I should have done a trial run of—oh god—’

You tried to scramble out of his grip to check on him but he refused to let go. He was terrifyingly strong, with his spider legs folded in tight to his belly, pinning you to his abdominal underbelly.

‘Mig? Mig?’ you panted.

‘Mmm.’

His low groan vibrated right down to your core, and you nearly cried with relief. ‘Oh, Miggy. Are you okay?’

‘I did not enjoy that’ he said bluntly. You managed another breathy laugh. ‘No, no, I can tell.’

As his legs slowly loosened you crawled out from his grip and stumbled to the floor on all fours. You glanced up.

To your horror, hundreds of spiders were perched on every surface available, all of them staring directly at you. It was a sea of suits, a sea of bodies and eyes, all staring with a mix of disgust and curiosity. You turned and immediately patted Mig, urging him to stand.

‘Mig—Babe, uh—’

‘Argh—my, legs—who designed these portals?’ Mig grunted. He was struggling to stand as he unfolded his long legs. ‘They are not safe, didn’t you say there were quite young spiders who—’

A wide-ranging, multi layered gasp of horror momentarily interrupted Mig’s grumbling, finally drawing him to look around. Everyone was in a defensive position, their eyes trained on his body. You instinctively sank against his side.

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay’ you whispered to him. You could see his eyes sinking already. He tried to step forward, his claws outstretched, but when every spider jolted in fear he froze up.

‘Hey! Sorry, guys, don’t um—he’s safe, he’s fine’ you cried. You impulsively stepped forward with your hands raised, hoping to de-escalate the situation. ‘This is—Miguel, or uh, Mig? If that’s easier, he’s a variant, he’s safe! He’s fine!’

To your continued discomfort, nobody said or did anything.

‘Hey! You two!’

You turned to see Jess making her way through the ogling crowd. She seemed to be trying her best to ignore them. ‘There you are, you—did you break the floor? My lord—never mind. So, obviously you guys know about the mandatory work you gotta do before you can be sent on missions?’

You awkwardly nodded in response, but Mig was too fixated on the crowd staring him down. You’d never seen him look so small.

‘Okay, good’ Jess said, ignoring Mig’s discomfort. She just ticked a few boxes on her hologram. ‘You have a few today, just—do your best, you’ll be fine. I just needed to give you this to fill out for HR and then you can get to work.’

She handed you a pile of papers before turning back into the crowd. She paused briefly to gage the amount of spiders and their curious eyes.

‘HEY! What are we, a circus? Do none of you have work to do?’ she yelled. The overtone of her voice quickly scattered the spiders as they flung themselves in all directions, and with a huff she followed after them. You and Mig were left alone.

‘A whole… new world.’

You looked up to see Mig murmuring to himself. His eyes were fixed on the building, on the view of the world beyond the big glass walls. He shone with a deep melancholia.

‘A whole, new world. And… everything is the same.’

Your heart sank. You shyly took his paw in yours.

‘Well, that was… a bad start, but, it’ll get better. It’ll be fine. We’ll be-- fine’ you said.

…

You were wrong. The rest of the day wasn’t much better.

You had certain activities you had to finish before you were cleared. The society wasn’t a workplace, but it functioned like one, and you were constantly in life-or-death situations. That meant all relationships needs to be safe.

You were expected to do three things: mandatory couples therapy, de-escalation and crisis training, and monthly reviews with an elite.

All of them went terribly.

You went to HR to hand in your forms and found only one person waiting at the desk. They were curt, almost rude, rushing through your paperwork, and after leaving you peered through the door only to find six other people had been hiding behind desks. You heard them gossiping and left in shame.

At your first de-escalation training for couples, you couldn’t even fit Mig through the front door, and you were forced to both sit in the hallway with the door half open to listen in. Every other couple there barely focused on the course; they just stared at you both, making little whispers and comments to each other.

You ended up failing that session due to Mig’s heightened anxiety. Any mention of a scenario where you were hurt caused him to panic and clutch you close, with his fangs overproducing venom as a protection tactic. They had to tape off the area as a hazardous spill zone. More mess, more eyes, more morbid curiosity.

Even your mandated therapy was unbearably awkward. The therapist assigned kept making suggestive questions regarding your safety, your wellbeing, questioning if Mig had some kind of fetishistic problem.

It wasn’t just Mig though, or at least, not just his body. People were clearly fixated on your closeness.

At the start of the day you were as physically affectionate as you usually were, since that’s what you were used to. You kissed his claws and he held you with his forelegs, he would scratch your head and you would hold his hand.

But you could see, now, the overt morbid curiosity in those around you. Even when you tried to find time alone, either in corridor corners or darker rooms, you kept spotting people staring.

As the day wound on you got more and more stingy with your affection. Mig kept dropping your hand to avoid people staring at you, and you had to hide your kisses when they happened.

With every activity you attended you felt a little isolated, a little less welcome. You hadn’t expected it to be easy, or even good, but you just hadn’t anticipated how bad it would feel. You began to feel guilty for doing this to Mig.

After your last therapy session, you began making your way through the lobby together. It was here, whilst making small talk and enjoying the brief moment of solitude, that you felt the hair on your nape stand up. You turned.

Miguel was up in the rafters above, his masked eyes following your every move. In the shadows you could only see the deep, sharp red lines of his suit as they shifted.

‘You—fuck.’

With a hiss you turned and sped forward. Mig rushed to catch up.

‘Ah—arañita?’

‘It’s all him’ you hissed angrily. ‘It’s all- him! He’s spread it everywhere, because he’s trying to embarrass us into giving up!’

‘Who? You mean—’ Mig paused midsentence. He didn’t need to say it; he knew who you meant. You hurried into a small, darkened corridor between two other meetings rooms, a space where you could avoid any prying eyes.

‘That—fucking, asshole’ you whisper shouted. Mig squished himself into the tight space and tried to grab you for comfort, but you were too busy pacing. ‘Fucking—Who does he think he is? Why won’t anyone say anything to him?!’

‘Mi tesoro’ Mig whispered back. ‘what is it? What do you mean?’

‘He—’ you paused to breath as you felt that guilty tug in your gut once more. ‘I’m so sorry, Mig, I—I knew this would happen. I knew it. Miguel knew I wanted you to join, and he said he—he said if he did let you in, he’d make sure we, quote, would learn why he keeps his relationships private. Obviously he wants you to feel unwelcome.’

‘Ah—yes, that—sounds like something he would do’ Mig said slowly.

‘I’m so sorry, I really—I wanted you to feel better’ you stammered. ‘I wanted you feel, just… I don’t know. I wanted something. I wanted the OPPOSITE of this!’

‘Hey, hey, arañita. It’s okay’ he said softly. As his foreleg gripped your arm you felt a wave of hopelessness wash over you.

‘Is it okay?’ you whispered back. ‘Is it? Are you okay? After what he’s done?’

Mig opened his mouth, but no words came out. You could see it in the dim light; the flash of his red eyes as they drooped and narrowed, the way he looked down and to the side out of shame.

Not one person besides you had even acted neutral to him. They’d all treated him like an animal, a monster, without shame.

You didn’t want to call this effort a failure. He deserved to be loved, to be valued, to be heard, but how did you do that?

Something had to change. Even just one thing. You closed your eyes and sighed.

‘HI!’

You and Mig both jumped in unison as someone’s cheery voice erupted right against your ears.

Mig launched himself into protection mode. With his fangs bared and his claws spread he pushed you to his back, but it was you who stepped in to call him off when you realized who the assailant was.

‘No, no, wait—I know him!’ you stammered.

Mig obediently stayed his hand when told, and after checking you were safe he turned to the speaker.

Peter B was standing on the ceiling, his head upside but more or less at the same height as Mig’s. He beamed at you both. ‘Shoot, sorry—did I scare you guys? Wow that feels weird, me scaring the big spider’ he blurted in his usual chatty tone. You stepped forward to greet him.

‘Ah, hi! You’re uh—Peter, right? I mean that’s half the people here but—’

‘My name is Peter, yes, and as you just pointed out that’s really a lucky guess, but I’m ASSUMING what you mean is I’m Peter Peter, the uh—’

‘The sad one’ you said, far blunter than you’d usually be. He beamed and snapped his fingers.

‘There it is! Yes, that’s me. Or I was.’

‘R-Right. Well, um-- Hi! Can we, help you, with anything?’ you asked. You could sense Mig was still a bit tense, so you decided to step in and speak in his place.

Peter dropped to the floor with an oomph before responding. ‘Ah—well, sort of. I’m not here on an errand though’ he cheerily explained as he stretched. You raised a brow.

‘You’re not?’

‘Nope! I’m here for—him!’ With a gleeful squeal Peter turned to Mig, his eyes eagerly running up every inch of the man’s body. You saw Mig tapping his paws in confusion.

‘Have I- done, something offensive?’ Mig murmured awkwardly.

‘Oh, he’s exactly like I thought he’d be’ Peter cooed. ‘He’s so awkward! No, you haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted to see if I could uh, tag along with you guys for a bit.’

‘You did?’ you and Mig both said in unison.

‘Oh you’re adorable’ Peter said with a dramatic sigh. ‘You’re both so… well, whatever. You don’t need me fawning over you. But yes! Obviously! Who wouldn’t wanna learn more about the Miguel variant with the spider body? I wanna hear everything!’

‘You do?’ You and Mig repeated together.

‘Yeah! I—look, I feel bad at how strict the others are being on you two. I mean I don’t get it, the whole, spider thing, I mean he is very handsome but the spider is a bit of a deal breaker for me. But I’m just like, hey, good for you guys, you know? Good that it works for you!’

You blinked in surprise as Peter continued to ramble.

‘Plus, look, uh—my wife, Mary, she—well, she’s pregnant!’ he squealed, ‘like, right now! Ah! And I don’t have anyone but Jess to talk to about relationships and I mean she’s always so busy, and Miguel can’t hear about baby stuff, but YOU two! You guys, I can talk to! So, can I? Can I uh—hang around for a bit?’

You glanced at Mig, expecting to see the same hesitation on his face as you felt in yours, only to find him utterly elated. He looked so happy.

‘Ah—yes, of course’ he stammered, his enormous abdomen shifting and vibrating. ‘Of course, a-absolutely. Let us, talk.’

Peter clapped his hands with joy, and you realized you had no other option.

‘GREAT! You guys wanna see the canteen?’

…

‘And I swear, I begged for HOURS, but Mary just wouldn’t come around to it! I said come on, what’s the worst thing that’s ever happened at a gender reveal party?!'

You chuckled politely as Peter finished his dramatic story, a sharp contrast to Mig who was erupting with his sweet, gruff, awkward laughter.

You were sat at a booth in the HQ canteen, with Peter on one side and you on the other, while Mig was awkwardly folded on the floor at the tables head. You’d tried to make room but there just wasn’t space.

You knew everyone was staring at you. You knew they were keeping their heads down so you didn’t suspect them of listening in, even though it was obvious they were. Even the people serving in the kitchen were craning their necks over the counters to watch.

You sank a little deeper into your chair.

‘Your mate sounds very responsible’ Mig said. He shuffled a little as a couple of people had to hop over his body to get around the corridor. ‘Ah—and it is, wonderful to hear your attempts to have offspring were successful. I don’t blame you for being excited. I would be, inconsolable in your position, from joy that is.’

‘Right! I’m just excited, like come on’ Peter said loudly as he grabbed a fry from his plate. ‘Like I was scared, you know? Who knows what my weird spider genes will do! It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.’

‘Yes. I worried about the same things’ Mig said softly. ‘With my biology being so… poorly constructred, I often lie awake wondering what I would create. But it is hard, to deny yourself something when it is so… close, to your heart. It is what I always wanted, and I know many like us feel that way.’

‘Oh—yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive’ Peter whispered. Mig shook his head.

‘No, no. As mi tesoro says, we’re all strange on the inside.’ Mig turned to you with a smile as he spoke, and you returned it.

‘Right! Sorry, sorry, ah— enough about me though, I have so many questions for YOU. How DID you two meet?’ Peter asked as he folded his hands over the table.

‘Oh, that is an interesting story. Mi arañita, do you—’ Mig turned and gestured with his claws, politely offering you the chance to step in. You quickly swallowed the single fries serving you’d ordered and tried to respond.

‘Oh—oh! Right, um—I was sent to fix an anomaly in his universe, it was my first proper mission and I uh… I, botched it, pretty badly.’

‘Don’t say that arañita, you did well considering the circumstances’ Mig cooed. You waved him off.

‘Yeah, yeah. Well, I messed up and needed help, everyone was busy but I remembered Miguel saying he had a variant in that universe. He said not to reach out, but, I did. And I met Mig.’

‘Yes, I—found them cowering beneath a tree. Such a handsome creature, I thought. So pretty. Que chula, that’s all I could say. I was so attracted I momentarily forgot that they likely would try to kill me out of fear’ Mig dreamily reminisced. Despite your anxiety your smile widened.

‘Oh, you, you’re such a romantic. I could tell’ Peter added as he circled his finger at Mig.

‘Anyway, they—did not hurt me, which I was glad of. I helped heal them and fixed their web shooter, and, they offered to return. To, spend time with me. So we kept doing that and—became friends’ Mig said, finishing the brief and work-friendly version of the story.

‘Oh, that’s— nicer than I was expecting, honestly, considering how we first met you’ Peter teased.

Mig missed the teasing and responded bluntly. ‘Yes! Well, that is the first half. After that, one day they happened to visit while I was rutting, and when I pleaded to mate them, they agreed. We became a mated pair from then on, which is why they were hiding at my house, the poor thing went into quite a severe heat due to my presence.’ His soft, satisfied smile never wavered as he recalled that day.

You could hear a pin drop in the canteen; Mig was talking, but nobody else was.

You immediately sank so low you almost fell beneath the table. Oh god, you thought, why. Why. Why. Why did he have to be so blunt.

You’d shown off in front of Miguel in relative private, sure, but this was different. That was to humiliate him. It made you feel powerful to be in Mig’s arms, beneath his body, but the eyes on you were turning that power to shame.

Peter maintained his smile, but you could see he was a little surprised at the blunt swerve in conversational tone. ‘I—I mean I wasn’t gonna ask about it, you know, it’s rude’ he stammered. ‘You don’t seem like a man who’d kiss and tell—’

‘You mean the mating?’ Mig asked. You shrank into your seat as his words echoed.

‘Ah—yes, the—is that what you call it?’

‘Is that not what it is?’ Mig asked as he tilted his head. ‘I believe that is the proper term. Or, do you mean, here it’s called sex? Because that is also what I meant, and I see no reason to hide it. We’re all sexually mature.’

You noticed Peter stifling laughter as he listened to Mig. Instinctively your stomach clenched; was he just here to make fun of Mig? To make fun of you both? Had you been tricked?

Luckily, Peter spoke before you could spiral further. ‘Oh, you’re so delightful! Isn’t he delightful? I can see why you like him’ he said with his finger pointed at you. ‘I wish I had the guts to say half this stuff, my god, the confidence! I love it! And I can tell he clearly likes you.’

‘Oh, they are—wonderful’ Mig purred in response. His abdomen began to vibrate as he closed his eyes, his thoughts lingering in memories of you in his arms. You gripped the table and begged for the strength to not physically slam your hand over his mouth.

‘Isn’t the size difference a little difficult though?’ Peter whispered. ‘I don’t mean to pry, but—’

‘I was worried about the same thing, but, they take me remarkably well’ Mig said calmly. You thought your teeth would crack, and yet still Peter seemed utterly unphased. ‘I always ensure that they’re not in pain and that they’re enjoying it, and I’ve never had issues.’

‘Oh, well that’s good to hear! I know it’s tough, having issues, especially in those uh—very, intimate areas, and especially I imagine when you’re uh—well, you! So, different! And so early on in a relationship, I mean my god you’re doing better than I did at this stage. You guys must really get along.’

Peter turned to you as he spoke, as if prompting you to engage with the conversation a little more. He must have noticed your silence. Unfortunately, you were still too mortified to really say much more.

‘Y-Yeah. Yeah’ you stammered, unsure of what more to say. Peter seemed to notice your hesitation; Mig did not.

‘Yes. I—I like them, a lot’ Mig said wistfully. ‘It’s not been easy, even now, adjusting to this—body, but… In truth, I feel more wanted now than I did when human. When I was, considered attractive. When I fit into places. That means the world to me. They are, priceless. Mi tesoro.’

You felt your face start to glow as Mig looked down at you in the booth. For just a moment, in that silent space with your eyes locked on, you recontextualized your embarrassment. You felt, guilt.

You were struggling with all the attention. You couldn’t deny that. You knew this was Miguel’s plan to pry you apart, to leave you at the mercy of their constant ridicule. The eyes on you, the constant judgement, it was rough.

But, seeing how happy Mig was, it made you wonder: why did you care?

He looked so happy as he gazed at you. His soft, affectionately creased eyes, his upturned lips showing the thick fangs beneath. What a pretty man.

And Peter, despite your initial reservations, didn’t seem phased at all.

When you’d had everyone’s approval, when you’d been just another replaceable spider doing everything routine and by the books, you’d been ignored. They hadn’t wanted you then, so why did it matter if they didn’t want you now?

Now, you had someone who did. Who cares that you were infatuated with a monster? At least you were wanted.

You smiled. ‘Mig, is… Wonderful, at what he does’ you said softly. ‘I really couldn’t ask for more. He’s so attentive, he—knits me suits, the pillows, and blankets, he refurbished his entire nest for me, he’s always making sure I’m well taken care of. He never raises his voice, never avoids me. I am… very, very, happy.’

The emphasis and tone you put on ‘happy’ was more than enough indication of your sincerity, and was certainly enough to put plenty of unwanted images in the heads of those listening. You didn’t care. You let them imagine, and you beamed up at the real thing.

‘PETER!’

You, Mig and Peter all turned as that chilling voice echoed through the canteen.

Miguel was walking stiffly down the canteen corridor, his eyes roaming. He seemed to be looking for someone, most likely the man he’d just called for.

‘Peter, you’re supposed to be on mission with me. You—’ Miguel paused. He looked up to see you and Mig, sitting comfortably with his friend at the table. The two people he'd been viciously targetting. The two people who had humiliated him in the worst way possible.

‘What is this?’ he hissed.

‘OH! Hey big guy, big fella, big boss man’ Peter cried back, cheery as ever. He didn’t seem to notice the tension as he hopped the back of the booth. ‘I was just making friends! I can say that, right, uh—Mig, is that what people call you? Can I use that?’

Peter spun back to Mig who, under pressure, immediately nodded. ‘Ah—yes, of course. Friends. Yes.’

‘GREAT! Great! Oh, I got two Miguel friends! I’ll catch you two around, okay?’

‘You sure will’ you replied. Peter waved you off as he clapped Miguel on the back.

‘Man those two are great. You never told me your variant was so nice! He’s hilarious!’

You could see that hot, burning anger in Miguel’s eyes even from here as Peter rambled on at him. It was barely disguised beneath his usual calm, collected expression.

You saw him realizing that, even by a small amount, his plan was failing. Mig was being treated as normal, and not by just anyone, but by someone close to him, someone who he could never let find out about your voyeuristic escapades. 

Miguel grit his teeth as he tried to find any words to say. ‘Peter, you—’

‘Come on, my god—you were so urgent a minute ago.’ Peter laughed as he dragged Miguel away by the shoulder, and while the man’s eyes lingered on you both he did not strain against Peter’s grip. He reluctantly followed.

Back at the booth, you made a choice. You crawled up onto the table, pushing the fries aside, and with both hands you grabbed Mig’s face. You turned him physically, as he’d been gazing after Peter.

You smiled up at him without a care.

‘My Mig’ you said softly, and then you kissed him. He eagerly kissed you back. In front of the whole canteen you nestled into his fluffy forelegs and let him kiss you from your forehead to your chin.

It wasn’t exactly a perfect first day, but it was good. It was enough for now. Mig had one more friend than he’d had at the start.

But you knew, deep down, Miguel wouldn’t just let this go.

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Obedient thing-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

Based on a request: Pet play with Alejandro 👀 --- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, pet play, dom!Alejandro, Sub!reader, rough!sex --- A/N: not too smutty but hope you like it and its an HC

Absolute fan of you riding his thigh as he keeps you collared to the leash he wraps around his calloused hands.

Can't convince me this man doesn't occasionally put you on a naughty step when you don't wear the pink panties he commands you to wear

He loves to have you sit on his lap when the men of his team are around and likes to parade you around like the pretty pup you are.

One time he had to bend you over his lap and choke you by the pink diamond collar because you were too needy that day

Another time he made you cry whilst slapping your ass over and over because you played with yourself without his permission.

He likes to breed you, cum inside your pretty cunt and whisper how pretty you'll look with a belly of his kids

Makes you wear tight dresses when out so everyone can see the bite marks on your thighs.

He makes you wait on your knees for him by the door or at times he makes you stick your tongue out whilst on your knees so he can cum in your mouth.

Your collar has 'Princesa' on it or if you have been naughty he takes it off your neck and denies all your pleas.

He hates to see his pup cry so he rewards those needy tears with kisses and cuddles.

When you are sick though, you are the centre of his universe, never lets you out of his sight and takes the collar off so he can kiss your neck and cuddle you.

Best believe that there are days when he makes you crawl around the house for him. After all only good girls listen to his every instruction.

Always makes you understand that you are his and his only when he makes you ride him.

No one can tell me that this man's favourite position isn't cowgirl. He loves to watch you play with your tits as you ride him.

Your ass has his mark mainly because when he takes you to the beach, all men and women know that you are owned by someone.

As much as he loves to fuck you senselessly if his pretty pet uses her safeword, this man is the most gentle human ever!

One time he made you scream out his name whilst he spanked you and also made you kiss him saying how much of a dirty slut you were.

It's rare, but he LOVES to make you wear a skirt and no panties on and wants to know that if you were washing the dishes, he can bend you over and fuck you from behind.

Not once has he ever gone over the board, he knows what triggers you and what are your turn-offs and I best believe he will never ever touch those subjects.

"Say it, mi amor, say who owns you." his fat cock deep inside your drenched cunt.

Fucking him has always been the best, that's why at the moment you are getting fingered and thrown around the bed. "I said, Dont. Fucking. Disobey. Me." he bites your inner thigh, your pink collar on the ground, your ass all ready and raw. His spit is already mixed within your cunt. You cry and beg. "You know you can stop it, you fucking whore," he chokes you with his bare hands, his cock now back inside of you. Your drool all over his hands and face. Mascara-stained tears smeared on your face. The pretty skirt and shirt you wore ripped and on the floor. All your holes getting abused by his meaty cock.

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DILF (smut)

"You look so beautiful today, no?" Pedri's breath was hot against your neck, his nose grazing along your collarbone, taking in the smell of your perfume. You were getting ready for a long awaited date with your husband, first one in ages ever since you had your child, however your mother in law decided to do you both a favour and look after your son so you could enjoy each others presence without being interrupted by the cheeky 3 year old boy.

"Says you handsome. Can you help me with the necklace, please?" You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up from his compliment, his slightly cool hands reaching behind you to clasp your necklace, a gold letter p decorating your neck. He placed a soft kiss on the plush of your skin, his hands wandering over the sides of your body, your back arching as it welcomed his touch.

The scratchiness of his beard tickled your skin as his lips dipped lower, kissing in between the valley of your breasts, making note of the fact that you wore no bra, his hand pulling at your dress, trying to lower the material from your chest.

"Pedri... come on, we have to leave now, or we'll be late," you said, trying to regulate your ragged breath as he continued, not mindful of the reservation he made for the restaurant.

"I missed you so much, the food can wait. I have my eyes on a better delicacy," he murmured against your skin, his hands lowering until met with the swell of your ass, a slight squeeze enough to make you gasp.

His fingers made their way up to your back, tugging at the zipper before pulling it down, getting yourself out of the dress quite quickly, pedri's lustful gaze scanning through your body, your black panties being the only thing covering you.

"I'm so lucky to call you my wife," he said before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand placed at the side of your face pulling you in even more before lowering down to your breast, kneading it softly in his hand, his mouth swallowing all the gasps that you let out. He moved lower, his fingers hooking on the band of your panties before tugging them off, throwing them to the side where your dress cascaded on the floor.

He pulled away from your lips just to take his shirt off, you helping him with the buckle of his belt, trying to get off his trousers in a hurry. He smirked at your sudden keenness; his cock already hard in his boxers, your hand teasing him over the material before he quickly got rid of it too, leaving the pair of you fully naked. He picked you up, placing your body on the bathroom counter, your legs spreading, accommodating him in between.

His fingers grazed over your exposed core, spreading your juices, your back arching as he moved over your clit, his name leaving your mouth in soft moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist, prompting him to get closer, his cock already leaking precum as it stood against his stomach. He grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes as he spread his precum around his length before letting his tip swipe over your clit, the sudden contact making you ooze more of your juices, a moan ripping from your mouth.

"Pedri- fuck me," you said, your eyes glossy as they met his, one of his hands on your side whilst the other pointed his cock at your acting core, needing him inside.

"As you wish mi vida," he said before entering you, your gasps heard simultaneously as he felt you stretch around his cock. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to his size, whispering how good you're taking him, your nails scratching down the length of his back. With a nod, you prompted him to move faster, his hands placed at your sides as he moved your body down to meet with his thrusts, your eyes rolling back from pleasure.

He took your lips again in a fiery kiss, saliva mixing and teeth clashing as you moaned against each other, his thrusts moving your body along, grabbing at his shoulders to stabilise yourself. He angled his hips, his cock reaching your g spot immediately, a scream of his name leaving your lips as he continued to slam into you, the pleasure overtaking your body.

Feeling your orgasm approach, you moved your hand to rub on your clit, tracing figures of eight over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pedri's cock still deliciously filling you up.

"I'm gonna put another baby in you, yeah? You want that?" He groaned, the thought of having another child with you, making it harder for him to control himself, already imagining the swell of your pregnant stomach with your second child.

His sudden confession only turned you on more, wanting him to fill you up as you urged him to do so, your mind clouded from pleasure as your thighs shook, your juices squirting, drenching the counter, a ring of white visible at the base of his cock. The feeling you you clenching around him made pedri reach his own high, his cum spurting in thick ropes inside you, his seed deep inside of you. He gave a few more thrusts, you whimpering from sensitivity as he mumbled something along the lines of needing to keep his cum inside of you.

As you caught your breaths, you were met with his red face, his hair sticking to his forehead a slight smirk decorating his face as he reached down to kiss you again.

"I hope you're ready for baby #2 mi vida."

A/N: hope you enjoy this one guys, I was literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair whilst writing this🫶🏼 (number 8 from the roulette)