#can't think of anymore clever sayings man

[reverieblondie]

Rehearsing

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Spider-woman!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Smut and Fluff, Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Riding, Pining, Dumification, Overstimulation, Aftercare.

Summary: Miguel isn't good when it comes to feelings...especially when it comes to you...

A/N: I just really like the idea of Miguel having a crush on reader and not knowing how to navigate it. This went through so many rewrites so I hope you enjoy. its pretty Fluffy and cheesy, but I'm a hopeless romantic so I enjoyed it.

Word Count: 5,547

“Tsk, why did she have to say that…”

Miguel can't help but feverishly type at his holo screens, with each passing second his irritation spreads.  

It started a couple of months ago when you got recruited, at first it was just a simple attraction but the more you graced him with your presents the more he couldn't resist his growing feelings. 

The problem is for one having a crush is ridiculous. He's not some teenager, he's a grown-ass man, leader of the spider society he can't just go having crushes on the people who work under him. Even if he got over that part of it there is another problem however plaguing his….situation, he can hardly even speak to you. 

Before he was Spider-Man he was quite suave and if he didn't want to converse with someone he could at least manage it. Nowadays, he seems to only be talking in gruff commands, short sentences, or just downright mean. Closing himself off from personal things. He blames the whole masked vigilante thing for his lack of practice in conversing. 

It's not like he hasn’t tried though, he's come close to having normal conversation with you numerous times but when you look at him with those eyes something in him seems to short-circuit and he's a mess of a man before you. Shocking ridiculous…  

Finally, Miguel couldn't take it anymore; he had to get closer to you. The plan was simple: he arranged for you and him to go on a mission together. It was the perfect way to get closer to you, You and him alone, out of the society walls away from prying eyes, he could finally open up to you. 

Unfortunately, the beautiful plan he had so painstakingly rehearsed over and over again in his mind, came to a screeching halt when the day of you walked into his office with Gwen and Hobie in tow. Of course, something was going to derail his plans. It couldn't ever be simple 

Miguel could easily say no to Gwen and Hobie asking to tag along, but those two were clever. They had you ask for them and of course, you did.  Miguel knew that the inclusion of them would wreck his plan but he just couldn't resist you, he would do anything for you…anything…you just had to ask. 

Now with his whole plan derailed he was sulking in an isolated corner of the rooftop building as the rest of you all surveyed the city for anomalies. 

“This is pretty dull…” Hobie comments 

Well no shit, Miguel thinks to himself. This was supposed to be an easy mission so he could get closer to y/n. It wasn't supposed to be stressful, it was supposed to be easy. In his plan, he and y/n were supposed to already be enthralled in conversation. He had of course looked up conversation starters to use, it would have been perfect…  

Miguel can only groan at Hobie, just looking at him makes his blood boil. Needing to calm his sudden irritation, his eyes fall on you. Looking so vigilantly to the city, taking the mission so seriously. He could do this forever, just watching you, he would gladly just be a piece of furniture in your life if you let him. There for you to use when you needed him. He would sit so patiently as he just watched you live. Just basking in the warm radiance of you. 

Miguel can’t help but stare at you, mind racing with thoughts. So when you finally turn he is quick to move his gaze, pretending to not have been staring, tapping again at his watch. 

He thought for sure he had been slick but when he looked up again to gaze at you he saw Hobie with a wide smirk on his face. Almost like Hobie has been reading his mind. Hobie huffs a chuckle to himself before he looks at you then back to Miguel, Then that damn question rang out from his smug mouth. 

“How about some team bonding huh?” All eyes fall on Hobie and before anyone can even respond he's continuing “I’ll ask the first question, what does everyone fancy?” 

Going to voice his protest about how that is not imperative knowledge to know about a teammate Gwen is chiming in “Oh! I love a guy with witty humor, even if it's not particularly funny, if he's clever I will like it.” 

Hobie nods “Very nice gwendy, personally, I have a thing for hands”

This caused a laugh from y/n and Gwen and Miguel just couldn't help the irritated look on his face.

“Miguel how abou-” 

“No” Miguel quickly cuts off the question.  

“Fine, Y/n what about you?” 

Now Miguel didn't care about the teen's answers, but yours, this could be his chance to find out what you like. He was hopeful it would be something similar to him or something that he has. Watching with bated breath, your face contorts into deep thought, and then your answer rings through making his breath still. 

“I like smiles”

A smile…of course, you would say a smile…

You couldn’t say, tall or muscular, or stern, you couldn’t have just pointed to Miguel you had to say smiles…something that he never does

Pulling himself back to the present Miguel stops typing away at his holo screen shutting them off. It had been a couple of days since the mission and he was still agonizing over the revelation. Smiles…Staring ahead towards one of his monitors he studies his face through the reflective surface, his ever stern face showing no sign of emotion. 

Miguel then practices a smile and quickly stops with a frown, sighing irritatedly as his foot begins to tap, what is he doing? Looking forward again, He braces his large hands on his desk then smiles again, this time showing his teeth, large fangs on display from the grin. He keeps the smile placed there and turns his head from left to right smiling a bit wider. He then stops whipping his hands down his face.

This is ridiculous…he should be working not practicing how to smile but, you like smiles…maybe if you thought he had a nice smile…

Miguel feels his face slightly flush and the tips of his ears warm. Looking back to the reflective surface he takes a deep breath to ready himself. Sure this is pathetic, but it's for you, he would do anything for you and if you want a smile he was going to make sure to practice to give you the best smile he could muster. Training, it's just like simple training… 

“Hey, how are you today y/n?” -smiles-

“Oh, are you eating lunch? Can I join you?” -smile- 

“What? You like my fangs? Well thank you y/n” -smile-

“You look gorgeous today.” -smile- 

Miguel breaks the last rehearsed smile and rubs his hands on his face once more, an exasperated sigh leaving him again. 

“this so stupid…that wouldn’t work…”Practicing how to smile for her. Pathetic. 

The sound of his office door opening breaks his pouting. Miguel quickly puts his screens back up making him seem busy with work. Then the sweet sound of your voice rings through his blushed ears, turning, he thinks it can't be true, but there you are. Staring up at him with those shining eyes.

Just give me a chance, you won't regret it; he thinks to himself.  

“Hello Miguel, we caught the anomaly in dimension 0798, Peter had a mayday emergency come up so he asked me to deliver the reports.” 

You type away at your watch screen sending the completed report his way. 

“I also wanted to see if you had anything else for me before I take my leave,”

Miguel opens up the report you sent his way, it's pristine and thorough, you always wrote the best reports…god could you be sexier… 

Scanning over it quickly before putting it away his eyes return to you. Unable to help himself he stares at your beautiful form for a bit too long, face still in that stern look, no smile to greet you. Studying you for a moment wanting to confess his desire for you, wanting to tell you what you make him feel. But the words don't meet his lips, just a curt grunt. 

“Nothing else, you can leave”

Giving a small nod you turn on your heels to leave, As you are walking towards the exit Miguel can't help himself and calls out your name. Whipping around quickly you face him once more with curious eyes. 

Shit, he didn't think that through. Examining you he takes you in again. lovely eyes, glossy lips, those hips…he could stare at you forever. Clearing his throat averting his eyes to calm himself before he speaks. 

“I hope you have a pleasant evening.'' He says not looking at you, then he forces himself to slide his scarlet eyes to you, then quickly balling his clammy hands into first he gives his best shot at a smile. It's more of a smirk and he's worried his fangs might be popping out too much. Sure, he's going to have to practice to do better, but this is what he's got for you now. He feels intense eyes not matching the smile but he keeps it on hoping this is enough for you; he feels like an idiot. 

You look surprised for a minute before your lips widen to that additive smile of yours. God how you make his chest warm from your small actions, do you even know what you do to him? Breath catching in his throat he just watches how the simple act of your smile lightens up his dingy office. 

“You too Miguel, thank you.” Turning back you exit the office, completely oblivious that you have completely melted him.

Watching you leave the smile turns more natural, softening his rigid features slightly. 

“Well, that seemed to go well, practicing is starting to pay off huh?” Layla beams floating around Miguel's head, his face instantly falling back to his ever-iconic frown. 

“Could you just, not?” the voice irritated but the slight flush of his ears gave away how on the inside he's beaming. 

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Miguel couldn't help himself, after your brief interaction in his office a few days ago, he just couldn't resist the urge to see you again. But instead of just finding and talking to you (like a normal person) he settled on watching you through the cameras of HQ. 

Yes, Kinda creepy, but when you are near he clams up so this was the alternative. You were training in the strength and conditioning room, sparring with Gwen to improve your combat skills. Miguel appreciated how seriously you were taking your training, sweat and fatigue in your eyes showing how you were instant to push yourself. Movements so graceful chest heaving as you wore out over time. Seeing your sweaty body a familiar rush spreads through him reaching his crotch, you're going to be the death of him… 

Finally, the training wrapped up, Miguel watched as you stretched out your neck rubbing your sore shoulders. The training session wore you out. Always pushing yourself towards improvement, Miguel admired that about you. 

“Si, baby so sore,” Miguel whispers as he watches you. If you gave him the chance he would rub all your soreness from you, he would make it his mission just to make you feel good. 

Getting closer to the screen he thinks of what it would be like to just touch you, to hold you, just once. That's all he needed one touch and this crush would disappear. 

Watching intently he sees that smile, like the one you had given him spread to your lips when Gwen handed you a bottle of water. Eagerly opening the water you press the bottle to your lips and start drinking in haste, the water running down your mouth to your neck. His heart skips a beat and his pants get tighter, of course, one touch wouldn't satisfy him. If he had you he could never let you go, his plight would only worsen. 

Zooming on to your face he studies every curve, every feature. 

“Just one chance, give me one chance…” 

“One chance what?” 

Peter's voice breaks Miguel's daze and causes him to quickly hide the monitor with his hands. It's too late however Peter is right next to him and has heard what Miguel said. Peter's face is confused at first but when he looks at Miguel's eager hands trying to hide something he leans in further, and then a sliver of your face shows through. Realization hits him and an excited smile spreads to his face. Peter watches as Miguel's face slightly flushes and contours to irritation. 

“Miguel, wait, do you-”

“No, ¡Cállate!” 

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After a long conversation of Miguel telling Peter to shut up while he guesses his crush correctly, he's boasting about how he figured Miguel was interested in y/n and how he was going to help Miguel out. Miguel was reluctant, but he wanted to get closer to you desperately, so if Peter was going to help to make that happen he would just have to grit and bear it, for you, anything for you. Peter assures Miguel he knows how to help him but he first has to go pick up some supplies…. 

Peter returns to Miguel’s office with a bag. Miguel knew he was about to regret this. 

“So I figured because you have a hard time talking to y/n the best thing to do is rehearse what you are going to say. When I asked out MJ I practiced this whole speech for her, very romantic. She loved it.” As Peter talks he opens the bag to reveal a wig that is very raminist to your hair. Peter flips the wig on his head and faces Miguel. 

Miguel just shakes his head disapprovingly

“No, Absolutely not.” 

“Come on Miguel we are just going to practice what you're going to say” Peter tries to reassure with a smile.  

“Is the wig really necessary?” Miguel groans as he watches Peter flick the hair from his face and adjust the wig. 

Peter holds his hand to his chest in mock offense “It helps me get in character” 

“I'm not doing this” Miguel turns to leave to go back to working on his platform before Peter quickly protests.

“Okay, okay, I'm just trying to help ease the tension, but let's do this, practice what you are going to say.” 

Miguel huffs, he really must be desperate to be getting Peter's help like this. “How do I even approach her?” 

“You could start with a hi, you know like a normal person?” 

Miguel groans “Okay…” Peter turns away from Miguel. Miguel takes a moment to think of his approach before he walks closer to Peter. 

“Hello, Y/n do you have a second to talk?” 

Peter whips around in a perky dementor, “Oh hi Miguel, of course, I have a second just for you” Peter says in a mockingly sweet tone and shoots Miguel a wink that has his skin crawling

“She wouldn't do that” 

“You don't know, plus I'm playing y/n so I am putting my creative twist to it, now continue”  

Miguel rolls his eyes before continuing. 

“I enjoyed reading your last mission report, very thorough as usual” 

Peter groans breaking character “Miguel, that’s boring, don’t talk about work. You're trying to ask her out not give her a promotion” 

Miguel thinks “Well that’s a thought…” 

Peter snaps his fingers “Look you like her you need to get personal share your feelings; share your passion.” 

Miguel scoffs rolling his eyes, sharing his passion. He couldn't get that personal so quickly. Peter can read his distrust and is quick to convince him.

“No, trust me, I landed MJ I know how to talk to women, now try again but with more passion and fire!” 

Peter goes back to where he was standing before. Miguel turns and thinks of Y/n. Passion? Fire? 

His thoughts go back to when he first saw her, he thought she glowed in a breathtaking radiance, and he couldn't remember when he saw someone so beautiful. Then once she started talking she was so positive, but never naive, she just always wanted to bring people up and make them feel better. She was also a hard worker, always picking up the slack for others and always wanting to improve herself, not everyone was like that, they would just be content with how things were but not her. Then there was how she always made a room warmer from just being there, things were just a little bit better when you were around. Miguel saw qualities in her that he wished he had, or that he wished a partner would have. So since he met her, she was stuck in his mind. 

Finally, he thinks he has it,  

“Y/n”  Miguel breathes.

Peter turns around slowly “Why yes…” Before he can finish his words Miguel’s large frame is looming over him, hands quickly squeezing his arms to his sides staring intensely.

“I think you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are so warm to me and I would destroy anything or anyone who would ever think of harming you. Just give me the word, give me a chance and I will…for you…anything for you…” 

Peter looks terrified from the intensity of the confession and a coughing nose makes them break the intense eye contact. 

They see Jess and Ben staring at the two of them Jess is the first to speak up

“Should we come back later? Or…” 

Miguel and Peter quickly break apart. 

“Look that wasn't towards me Miguel has a thing for Y/n” 

Right as Peter voices your name Miguel's hands on his throat to strangle him. Jess and Ben all let out a long ‘oh’ as Miguel proceeded to shake Peter by his neck. 

“It’s actually been quite sweet” a voice calls “I mean we all should have guessed considering he stares at her like a love-sick dog.”

This causes Miguel to stop his assault on Peter and look around confused. Dropping down he sees Hobie with that smug look on his face. 

“Your kinda obvious mate.”

Miguel shakes his head, irritation and embarrassment starting to take him over. 

“What are you doing here?” Miguel growls

“Look mate I just came to catch a nap, didn't expect to catch a show instead.” 

Great, Peter knows, Jess knows, Ben knows and now shocking Hobie knows, this can't get any worse. 

“So, when are you going to confess?” Ben asks curiously 

“We were shooting for next week” Peter, now back to life, places his hand on Miguel's shoulder. 

Hobie sucks air between his teeth and this causes everyone to turn to look at him confused. 

“I wouldn’t wait that long if I were you, apparently she has a crush she's going to confess too soon.” 

Miguel's eyes glow red, it just got worse- “She likes someone? Who!” He barks out to get an answer

Hobie holds his hands up in mock surrender “I ain’t got scooby doo mate, just what I heard” 

“Well that could just be a rumor,” Jess says trying to calm Miguel's sudden rage

“It was from a reliable source” Hobie counters with a smirk.

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What is he doing, What is he doing? 

Miguel's mind races as he swings through y/n’s dimension. It was just a rumor he tried to assure himself, but that small voice in his mind counters, what if it wasn’t? What if it was true and he missed his chance, no, even if you reject him he needs to tell you how he feels. All his nervousness seems to flow away as he gets closer to your apartment. 

Your apartment in view he takes a deep breath and swings over, gripping the wall with his talons to catch himself. Climbing with a fever he reaches your window which was left open by a crack, the curtains of your room hiding the inside. He didn't even know if you were home, and just going in would be an invasion of your privacy but Miguel can't resist he needs to talk to you tonight!

Slowly opening the window more he first smells it, then your whimpering moan confirms it. Miguel swallows trying to soothe his suddenly dry throat. With slow movements, he carefully opens the window and peaks through the curtains. 

There you are, back arched, hair messy, bouncing on a large dildo. It was the image he had fantasized about and now it's happening right in front of him. Completely hypnotized by the sight and urged by the tightening of his suit's crotch area. He moves his head in more, pushing up on the window to open it slowly wider to lean himself in.

“Ah!~ ah!~” 

Eyes widening Miguel thinks he's dreaming, the throbbing of his cock is killing him and as he moves his hand from the window to palm his sudden ache. But with no warning the window slid shut abruptly, landing hard on his head and making a loud thump. The sudden noise startles you to scream, quickly unsheathing the dildo from your wet pussy and fumbling to cover yourself with the ruined sheets of your bed. 

 “Miguel? What are you doing here?” you ask in a panic.  

Face flushed Miguel crawls through your window landing clumsily on the floor. He's too embarrassed to answer your question. 

“What's wrong with your window?” -smooth, avoid the question. 

“It's broken, it only stays open a crack” you ramble in confusion, then you furrow your eyes back to him “wait, don’t avoid the question, why are you here?” 

Miguel stumbles off of the floor now towering at his full height.  Looking down at you he can't help the desire flooding down to his cock. The sweat makes your skin glow, your hair a disheveled mess from fucking yourself too fast, nude body wrapped in your thin white sheets that as your arousal completely drenches it making it appear slightly see-through on your body. Great, he thought confessing to you would be hard before, but now it seems downright impossible. 

Miguel sees you shuffling uncomfortably so he turns around before he speaks, the tips of his ears red from blushing. 

“I wanted to speak with you.” 

“Uh, You couldn't call?” 

Miguel's shoulders slumped slightly, this was not going well…

“No, it's not a work matter”

“Then what-”

“Personal” Miguel quickly whips around looking at your eyes before turning back around. He starts tapping his foot feeling nervous. 

“You see y/n, I'm not exactly the best when it comes to talking..about…personal things. I usually focus on work, especially since founding the society that honestly takes up my entire life-” Miguel feels himself starting to ramble, great he's talking now but not saying what he needs to. “Well lately there has been something else occupying my mind, and it involves you.” 

Miguel hears you shuffling around and his nerves are threatening to get the better of him. How can he face anomalies, and lead a whole superhuman society but he can't just tell someone he likes them? Taking a deep breath he steadies himself once more. He just needs to do it, confess, come on it's just like ripping off a bandaid.

“Do you remember what Hobie asked us?…” 

Miguel winces and scratches the back of his head, Why is he bringing this up now? Great; This confession is already crap…

“Um…Yeah?” shit, you sound so creeped out. Well, how could you not be right now? Just need to keep going.  

“Well, the thing is, it's you…the thing I like, well you're not a thing. The person I like..is you. But I guess Hobie was talking about characteristics…you have actually a lot of characteristics that I am fond of…like your eyes for one…but it's not just your appearance, shit…¿Qué demonios estoy diciendo? (what the hell am I saying).”

As Miguel rubs his hand on his forehead feeling stupid for doing this, his words are cut off by the sensation of a hand touching the middle of his back gently. The hand rubs up and down slowly, causing a shiver to roll down Miguel's spine. 

“I like you too,” Your voice rings in his ears, the thumping of his heart stilling for a moment as his breath stops. Miguel turns around to face you. You're looking up at him still wrapped up in your sheets, arms wrapping around his waist. That smile that lights up his mind, how your touch warms his body. He's addicted to how you make him feel.  

“I’m not good at this…there was this whole speech I rehearsed..” 

“Yeah, you might need some more practice on your romantic speeches”

Looking down you look like an angel wrapped in your white sheets looking up at him with such tenderness. Not wanting to waste this moment he leads down towards your face. 

“I think I'm more of a man of action, rather than words” 

Feeling your soft hand touch his face he sees how to lift your toes to get closer to his face fanning your breath over his lips. 

“Isn’t the saying? Actions speak louder than words?” 

With that he swiftly lifts you from the back of your thighs, instinctively you wrap your legs around him, and then your arms wrap around his neck while your fingers play with his dark hair. Seating himself down on your bed with you straddling him. Miguel's crimson eyes just keep to your face, taking in how your face changes with every movement he makes.  

Tenderly you place your hands to the sides of his face, leaning in you carefully catch his lips into a kiss. He reveled in how your glossy lips formed to his, his tongue gently pushing through your lips. He has to open his eyes and close them again just to make sure this is real and not one of his daydreams. 

The kiss becomes more heated, you taste better than he could have imagined. Slowly he rubs his gloves hands over you causing your thin sheet to slip off you pooling to the floor.  

Miguel breaks the kiss and looks down at your nude body. A low groan vibrates through his chest as he pushes your body closer to him, then roughly grabs your ass. The sudden touch has you jumping forward with a whimper. Taking the opportunity, he is quick to latch his plush lips to your perked bud. Tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his talons threaten to pierce the skin of your ass. 

He's lost in the moans of you losing yourself to the pleasure. Tugging and pinching your sensitive skin as he licks the valley of your breast. Getting drunk off your moans he swears he could continue to taste your skin forever but, the feeling of your wet cunt rubbing against his erection tips him off to how needy you are becoming, your rutting into him like you're in heat, and he's quick to make it worse by grinding into you latching onto your breast once more. 

“Miguel, please…” 

That's right, beg…Miguel releases your nipple with a pop. 

“Please what my angel?” he grabs your neck and licks a stripe up to your ear that causes you to shake. 

“I want you, Please.” 

Miguel smiles and deactivates his suit, his strained erection quickly popping forward to slap your puff folds, moans escaping from your lips. Grabbing a hold of his cock he slips it through your folds coating it your slick. Practically coming undo then he feels how your nails scratch his skin, the teasing is making you desperate. Miguel can't help himself; he slaps his cock on your swollen clit just to hear you whimper. 

“Ride it, angel.” 

Grabbing his cock he holds it still as you breathlessly line yourself up to the pebbling tip of his cock. Tight grip on his shoulders you slowly sink yourself down. Inch by inch slowly splitting yourself open on him.  

“It’s ah, big…” 

You're already clenching and you're only halfway down. Miguel is quick to rub soft circles on your hip gently guiding you while cooing praises to your ear.

 “Shh, I know but you're almost there, just relax.” 

Finally, you have pressed him in, the delicious stretch making your head roll over your bare shoulders. Taking a moment to adjust to his size Miguel presses delicate kisses to your chest and collarbone. His hands hold your hips as you adjust to his length.  

“Look at you, you're taking me so well”

Glazed-over eyes meet his praise and your glossy lips stretch to a smile. He thinks he could cum just at the sight, but he knows you need more, and he's not going to disappoint you. Quickly he's lifting your hips up and down fucking you slowly down on him. All you can do is moan and grab his shoulders tighter and his pace builds from slow and tender to more vigorous. 

Subtle grunts of ‘Mine’, and ‘sweet’ escape his lips as he practically uses you as a human fleshlight. To Miguel's surprise though you're pushing his chest to lay his back onto the bed. Once he's down you start bouncing faster on him. 

Bouncing, up and down the squelch of your wet pussy clenching on him, you are mewling in pleasure as your face contours to that of a silent scream. Body glistening from the sweat fucking yourself hard on his cock, back arching as you chase your orgasm. Miguel can help but throw his head back moaning, his mouth hanging open fangs stretched out. He never thought his sweet angel could be so relentless, it has his cock throbbing. 

“That's it, baby, fuck yourself dumb on my cock”

Miguel starts rubbing and flicking your clit that has your eyes pricking with tears. He watches as you pant, your velvet walls clenching down on him as you continue to ride him approaching orgasm. Sweat rolls down your flushed skin and you continue. Taking his hand he gently grabs your chin and makes you look down at him, he wants to etch the fucked out expression to his mind forever. His sweet angel mouth in that perfect ‘o’ and her hooded eyes pool with tears from the intense pleasure. 

Biting his lip he slams his hip up nudging into your cervix that has you throwing your head back screaming, your nails digging into his chest as you finally squirt on his cock.  

“Cumming, I'm cumming miggy~ ah, ah ah!” 

“That’s it, cum on my cock, such a good girl, squirting all over me.”

Fucking you through your orgasm he stops your bouncing and grabs your hips guiding you to rock back a forth on his length. Squirming and wailing in overstimulation he knows that the pain and pleasure are swirling together making your brain split, your cunt gets wetter as it tightens to try and accommodate to the rapture you are feeling.  

“Just hang on for me angel, ah please…”

Thoroughly fucked dumb you're only able to blabber incoherently and nod through half-lidded eyes as Miguel's throbbing cock chases his orgasm. With your blissed-out agreeance, he Grabs the globs of your ass and fucks into your faster. 

“Ah, I'm going to fill you up, you want that? Be filled with cum?” 

You can only release a stream of ‘uh-huh’ as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten again. It's not until you muster a sweet coo of “fill me” that has him rutting harder shooting his hot cum inside you with one final thrust. Whimpering as he fills you, you sit still on his cock till you’ve practically milked him dry. The intense throbbing of his cock and the sudden rush of heat bursting inside you has your coil snapping as you cum on him a second time 

Gently rubbing your sides he coaxes you down slowly to his chest. Curling his arm around you he softly kisses your spent body. Staying like that for awhile, it's you who finally rolls off his chest and disappears out of the room. Miguel hears what sounds like a bath, leaning up he looks up to see your nude body leaning in the doorway smiling at him, it's so infectious that he can't help but smile back. 

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Miguel's head is pressed to your chest as you gently massage the conditioner through his scalp. A smile pressed to his lips as he just relaxes with you in the warm bath. His large hand rubs tender circles on your knee as he just listens to your sweet hums as you tenderly wash him. The steam from the bath rises to create the perfect haze in the room, it feels so natural to be doing this,to be with you in such an intimate way. Kisses get pressed to his face as you hug him tightly, the smile on his face only growing wider. 

“Miguel” 

“Mhmm?” He lazily looks up at you to see your sweet smile. Carefully he brings his hand to brush your hair behind your ear. 

“Nothing, I just really like your smile”

[butchhamlet]

do you have any good shakespeare retelling book recs?

what a beautiful time to ask this, says guy who has left this ask collecting cobwebs in his inbox for months! because guess who has two thumbs and just finished queen goneril by erin shields! WHAT a fucking play, holy SHIT, this is some of the best characterization of the lear sisters that i've ever read and the exploration of womanhood as filtered through class + race + shitty families + political maneuvering is so so so good. also the things shields does with the og playtext... chef's fucking KISS

anyway, recency bias aside, i've been meaning to make a post about my favorite shakespeare retellings for a while, and i think i never actually did it because i wanted to make a lear retelling ranking list and then i never read some of the ones on my TBR. so whatever. the learlist will happen someday. here are my favorites in general. (here is my goodreads shelf for the retellings i've read, good and bad, and here is the shelf for the ones i have yet to read.)

in no particular order:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: outsold. epitome of what makes an effective retelling--a book that clearly has something to say about and to the original text, but that also isn't afraid to diverge, to exclude here and zoom in there. ungraciously, this is "lear on a farm" and it starts a little slow, but holy fucking shit, i can't do justice in a paragraph to the way this book unraveled me. one of the best books of all time mayhaps. also, introduced the edmund character by describing his ass. 10/10

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: i don't read that much YA anymore but jesus fucking christ. books tailored for me specifically. twelfth night retelling about siblings + mental illness + being bisexual + love triangles that actually make sense (emotions are confusing!) instead of being contrived + beautiful description + excellent dialogue + THE MENTAL ILLNESS. books that made me start crying in zoom class in 2020

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: kind of a cop-out answer because we all know this one. but that does not detract from how good it is. this is one of those plays, at least for me, that makes me think, "ohhhhhh, THIS is what theater can do. this is using its medium to the absolute utmost." it is so clever and it makes me want to cry. i think about "i don't know. it's the same sky" more often than i can say

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: not exactly a retelling, but a one-man play about a Black man auditioning for the lead role in Othello, tangling as he does with his relationship with shakespeare's work and cultural dominance. suuuuuch a good fucking play even beyond the analysis of othello (which is excellent); the language is so fucking incredible. everyone who likes shakespeare should read this.

teenage dick by mike lew: modern teenage richard iii; this one's more reimagining than retelling, because it diverges pretty sharply from the plot of richard iii, but god, it's so fucking fun. and upsetting! really upsetting also.

foul is fair by hannah capin: i will be so real. i read this in high school and some of the YA books i've revisited since did not hold up for me. so idk if i can tell you this is "good" with my full chest. but the pitch is "lady macbeth gets sexually assaulted at a party and decides to fucking kill the boys who did it" and i stayed up until like 1am to finish it because it was such a vicious gleaming wild ride

the stars undying by emery robin: does this count? hard to say, because it's just as much a retelling of roman history than shakespeare's antony and cleopatra (honestly, more, since it focuses on the era where caesar and cleopatra were lovers, which is before shakespeare's play). but i'm counting it anyway because it's bisexual space opera cleopatra and it's the best book i've read so far in 2024 and it's making me crazy and i'm writing a thesis on it < genuinely

peerless by jihae park: macbeth, but college applications, featuring asian macbeths (they're twin sisters >:3) who think their classmate has taken their place in their dream school because of affirmative action/DEI. this play is absolutely VICIOUS. it's macbeth x heathers. think it mirrors macbeth in faltering a little in its final stretch, but it still fucks hard

the wednesday wars by gary d. schmidt: okay, not a retelling; this is about a preteen boy in the 60s. but it's one of the best most genuine and heartwarming books i've ever read and it manages to be hilarious while also foregoing cheap slapstick punching-low humor for a hell of a lot of warmth and passion. and the main character interacts with shakespeare a lot as a running theme so i can justify putting it on this list. #evangelizing

of course, i would be remiss not to mention that @suits-of-woe / @mjulianwrites has written the best take on Two Gentlemen of Verona to ever exist, and i mean that quite seriously. unfortunately it hasn't been published yet so we'll all just have to prayer-circle about it. i would also be remiss not to take the opportunity to. uh. coughs. do a bit of casual self-promo. if you 1. have ocd 2. have gender or 3. think about malvolio a lot. boy do i have the novella for you

will definitely add to this when i read more retellings; feel free to drop recs in the tags/replies/reblogs/my askbox!

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: Leon hated you, but even more, hated himself. The pure anger growing because of his selfish mind. He was just jealous, jealous you were younger and prettier. But his chest couldn't help himself. Not on this case.

PAIRING: Vendetta¡Leon x Younger agent¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.148k.

WARNINGS: Age gap, but reader is +18! (Not really Enemies) to lovers, not use of y/n, based on the lyrics of "Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant"

Vorfreude:(n.) The joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

NOTES:: I'm trying really hard to get out of this writer block, so I'm writing slowly. This is just the start of what can turn into a series, so tell me if you guys like to motivate me to continue writing!

“You can drive all night…”

Leon really could. On nights like this, when the stars aren't visible in the obscure sky, his hands would grip on the steering wheel and drive towards nothing. He's definitely wrong for doing that. Driving while being drunk. Barely recognizing anything on the road, the semaphore lights look like a beam that irritates his eyes. Those same eyes who used to shine brighter than that. Those damn eyes who used to look bigger. Those same eyes who are now tired, exhausted, spent, worn out, every single synonym you could search up for to describe those parts he couldn't recognize anymore on himself. He's now nearly forty, and he never imagined this. The younger and pure him would always thought that forty was the age of success, where he would be resting all day, without work to do, without people in his mind, without worries, nothing to worry about. Silly him for thinking that.

“Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain…"

He never had his answers, never even had one. He would always question himself, like why he's alive and most of his friends dead. This wasn't a bit fair, and not a single fair for that big rounded younger Leon. When he looks to the past, he hopes he gets blind to not see those things again. Forget everything that happened, the days he spent in pure automatic, the bad things he said, the disgusting things he saw and had to participate in. Leon used to think that things would get better, when it didn't.

“You wanna find peace of mind

Lookin' for the answer

If we can find a reason, a reason to change

Lookin' for the answers

If you can find a reason, a reason to stay

Standin' in the pourin' rain…”

That poor old dog had his reasons to stay. Some reasons even seem foolish, like taking care of his dog. He always thought what his dear four-legged friend would do without him, he would probably die, and he can't let this happen. The big Irish Setter called Luis was a gift from Ashley after some years, she said it was to help them to deal with what happened in Spain. The blond was septic at first, and refused to call a damn dog as Luis. But they were very similar. Those eyes followed him everywhere, the way his fur looked like his hair, and soon…he found himself calling him that way he promised not to. It was stupid. But that stupid act helped. Leon felt like Luis was with him all the time, that his friend were there on his side. And he caught himself chatting with the animal, telling him how the day was tiring, and he seemed to understand everything, practically paying attention to his words. He would sniff Leon, place his snout below his hands to earn some caresses and help him forget the subject quickly. He sure is a clever dog, and he rapidly got attached to the pet, or better saying, his friend. Now, the man would enter his house and found the old dog running to him, jumping on his legs to earn his attention. And that futile act would take out a sincere chuckle out of him, only he could do that.

Old as he is now, he asked the D.S.O to work less. And as he worked so much for them, they granted it. Letting him do little jobs, more like a detective. And that only earned him more headaches. Specifically saying, one headache of a woman, his partner that he despises so much. That voice of yours would get into his brain and annoy him.

—”You drank last night again, right? I can see you're not looking well.”

That got him rolling his eyes up every time, groaning in bitterness. Why would you care about him that much? You never did, and he knows it. You were so much younger, so much brighter, so much like him in the past, and he hated this. You were always such a tease, that damn smile plastered on your face like he wasn't worthy of that happiness. Leon hates you. With the depths of his heart, his repugnance about you is real, and he knows himself enough for that. He just doesn't understand. But he thinks he does, and silly him for thinking that.

His true impliccance to you is your happiness. You can't be happy if he isn't, that's obvious. He started to dig why you're happy and he's not. In the serious cases you were alongside with him, you never took it one hundred percent seriously, you would make jokes all the time and he would just ignore. But deep inside, he was holding himself not to laugh.

—”Damn, where's everyone going?” — Leon looked behind, watching you circle on your place, searching for human sights.

—”Bingo.”

And his answer came out of nowhere. So suddenly you didn't expect it. That took a single giggle of you, your eyes squinting as you shook your head to it.

—”Yeah, okay old man.”

He found himself proud, proud that his same old joke made some effect. Even if it was on someone he hated it. Leon sighed softly, turning back to his place and wondering if you would find his other jokes funny. You were always laughing, so it would be easy to make you laugh. But that wasn't the time for it, and neither was important. Leon quickly got back to his serious face and focused on the mission. But you, you were surprised to see such a side of him, even a fraction of it. He never was the one talking to you, and you just thought he was the serious old man you heard of. And honestly, you heard a bit of his story, of his mades and how impressionnant he is. But you would never admit it, because that would be invasive, and you're not prepared to understand his pain.

But Leon is a bad liar, a really bad one. And he couldn't lie to himself, couldn't lie when his hurt hung to each other, not when his pupils dilated without his consent every time, not when his hands started to sweat or the words slipped out of his tongue incontrollably. He knew this was love, in the most bad time to come in, and the most bad person to fell in love, but there's no denial. The problem is, Leon Kennedy is also not going to accept it easy, so that's a big problem from now on. Even bigger if the problem is you, the so annoying rookie that's he's slowly wishing you two are on the same mission, the same rookie that laughs of his stupid jokes, that rookie that brings some desserts some times and he pretends not to like. That damn rookie.

[noira-l]

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

⋆ ★ '𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞' - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

chapter summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to think, today is a special day, but Satoru wants you to sleep.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader

warnings: comfort, spoilers (manga, anime, movie).

author's note: reader's thoughts on Geto situation, she kinda blames herself for it. Also Satoru hugs you to sleep :3

Anniversary.

What anniversary?

Ah yes, the 3rd anniversary.

Why do you even call it an anniversary. He's not dead, he's alive. Although not quite true for you, right?

Your Suguru doesn't exist. Does that count as death?

What should you call him now?

You associate his name with a warm summer night, full of stars and nostalgic memories.

With a warm blanket passed down from generation to generation by the tenants of the school dormitory.

With every moral, deep conversation or thought that has improved your life, shaped you.

You don't know how to let go, do you?

If so, then, it should be Geto.

Curse user.

The one who decided to burn everything to the ground.

How can he be the same person?

You got out of bed. The warm duvet wrapped around your body was deposited across the bed. Your feet on the ground, welcoming the soft carpet, and the moon blinding your face perfectly with the light streaming into your room.

Perhaps he was always the same person? And you didn't see it?

No… you knew his soul all too well.

What had happened? What has changed?

You know very well what happened. You just don't know what changed. Or rather, when it changed.

Were you expecting one stupid moment? Some clear signal that would be like an alarm, letting you know when something was wrong? How foolish.

He probably didn't want to worry you.

He should worry you, you were there for him.

Maybe he didn't know what to say?

He always knew what to say.

Maybe he was afraid you wouldn't understand?

How would you not understand?

Maybe he didn't want help from you.

This thought struck you. You stopped at that moment. You turned to glance over your shoulder, his white hair seemed to shine in the moonlight. His figure was covered, he was lying there, spread out on the bed, you had just escaped from his embrace.

He wanted help from him.

Could you blame him for that? They were the strongest together, until eventually he became the strongest alone. You knew very well that one of them never stopped believing in it, for the other fell into the abyss because of it, making the distance separating them, even greater.

Are you surprised? You never grew up to match them. Even now you can't tell if you would have managed to hurt them, let alone defeat them.

Probably…

You looked at the man next to you. His uncovered face resembled that of an angel, sent from heaven. His skin emanated a pearly glow under the moonlight.

It was always about him wasn't it?

About his strength, about his cleverness, about his uniqueness. He was capable of being his rival. You at most could have stood by and cheered him on, supported him. You never had the chance to be an equal with him.

Is that what he needed then?

You wish you could have had your strength back then. You could have proved to him then that he could rely on you, that he had someone to match. You could have shown him that there is something to support in you.

You didn't manage to do that.

This will probably be your biggest failure.

You looked back, the sight of the sleeping neighbourhood gave you a certain peace of mind.

Or perhaps you are completely wrong. You don't know anymore.

You would like to know the answers to all these questions. You would like to talk to him. To shout all these thoughts straight into his face. You'd have wanted him to answer you. To explain. You'd wanted him to showed you, that you were capable of understanding.

You are capable of understanding. You just don't allow it.

You hid your face in your hands.

Of course you can't afford to do that.

You sighed quietly.

You looked at the window, not a single light on. The gentle sound of the city and the peace and quiet that is only available now.

You wondered if he was thinking of you now.

NO.

You ran away in your mind from that thought, shook your head. NO. You spent too much time chained to those thoughts. Stop. You were already just fine.

Enough.

You're tired of ruining your life with this.

The longer you think about it, the more you feel that everything inside you is withering, dying, rotting. You've had enough. It's not coming back. He's not coming back. Your life looks different.

It is different with him.

He has given you a reason, he has given you something to look after, to redeem your faults and to grow up with. As ridiculous as it sounds to describe him, he gave you hope for a better tomorrow. Even if that tomorrow is strewn with his overwhelming persona, bills, worries about the kids and…. everything else.

Better than rotting and killing yourself from the inside out.

A long, very long moment passed in which you stared at the dead spot outside the window. Your thoughts fell silent, leaving a void that was not at all unpleasant. You needed it. Moment of tranquil.

You felt the bed knead behind you. Strong hands hugged your waist, the touch of warm skin against yours made you shiver.

"it's late" he muttered, his hair tickling your neck. He pulled you back to him, gently. You let him. He cover you with the duvet and lay down, pressing your face against his chest. You felt his chin find its place on the top of your head. "don't think so much… sleep~" He kept you warm, you didn't even know you were so cold. Warmth soothingly spread over your body, warming every bit, from head to toe.

You didn't have the strength to struggle with him to let you go.

Your eyes closed of their own accord, you snuggled closer to him, and his hands on your waist only helped with that. His scent was soothing, and the material of his t-shirt against the layer of his muscles was so welcoming. You were so cosy.

It was so nice and sleepy...

.

.

.

You woke up cuddled into his torso. He was lying on his back with your head on his chest, your hand against his heart and his arms still wrapped around you.

It was the first morning you finally accept it.

You came to terms with his body next to yours in the morning. You didn't run away from him, you didn't wake him, you weren't going to move.

It felt so pleasant.

You had consciously, without an alarm clock or worry, snuggled more into him. A lazy smile appeared on your sleepy face. You were so cosy and warm. You needed this. Your thoughts fled in the only direction possible now, which could only be summed up by one name.

"Satoru…" you muttered before falling back asleep again.

© noira-l 2024 | all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, modify, or redistirbute my work without permission

tl: @kalopsia-flaneur

[darkbluekies]

Own you

God!yandere x y/n

Summary: you try to run away from a God, but underestimate his power

Warnings: blood, mentions of needles and knives

Word count : 0.6k

[before we start, I want to say that this god has nothing to do with any religion, it's my own creation and only for fun! It is not meant to offend anyone♡]

How could you ever think that you could escape? Don't you know that he knows everything, sees everything? Your human legs carry you the quickest they can throughout the forest. You have no idea where you are or how you got here, but you knoe he has something to do with it. You remember being in his weird palace and opening a door and ... suddenly ending up here. Wherever this is.

You're barefoot. The ground hits you like lego under your feet. The strong wind tries pulling you back to him, but you refuse to succumb. You have to keep on going.

The wind starts going two ways, capturing you in the middle. Your hair flows around your face and vocers your vision. But you can't give up. You can't submit.

Snow starts falling from the cloudy sky. It's summer, it shouldn't snow. You know it's all his work. And it's a clever one this time. Knowing your clothes are way too thin to keep you warm in a blazing snowstorm keeps you from running. You close your arms around you and continue walking. The icy snowflakes clash against your bare skin like knives and needles. It's not a friendly snowstorm he's unleashed upon you. You want to scream in pain, but if you do, you'll get the sharp snowflakes in your mouth and risk cutting your throat.

After a few minutes of walking, you sink down on your knees in the snow. Your legs can't carry you anymore. Sobbing erupts from your throat. Your tears freeze on your cheeks. You look down and notice how your skin has gotten marks after the harsh snoflakes. What were they made of? Glass shards?

"Please stop!" you shout. "It hurts!"

You lay down with your face down and arms over your head to protect your eyes. You can't move anymore. It hurts too much and your body is too cold and weak. All you can do is cry in pain.

"Learned your lesson?"

You peak up and see the godly figure standing in the middle of the storm. He looks down at you, golden eyes scanning you. He kneels down and places his warm hand on your cheek, melting the frozen tears. You lift your cold, trembling hands and place them on his chest, needing warmth. He can regulate his body temperature to whatever you need. You can no longer feel your body.

He removes your hands. You try to protest, but nothing comes out of your mouth. It's like your voice has frozen too.

"You don't deserve my warmth until you've begged for forgivness and promise to never leave me again", the god says. "Do it."

"I-I'm sorry", you stutter and reach out for him again. "I'll n-never do it a-again!"

He tilts his hands and pick off a frozen tear from your cheek. he studis it and scoffs.

"How could you ever think that you could run away from me, human?" he asks. "I know everything there is to know. You didn't think I'd know where you were? You didn't think I'd find you? You belong to me, human and no one can keep you from me. I own this world and everything in it. I own you."

You start to lose your hearing. The god hugs you and lets you look for warmth in his arms. The snowstorm arounds you start to disappear and the summer warmth seeps back.

"Darling, look", the god whispers and nods up at the sky.

You look up and see a rainbow dancing across the blue sky. You can't help but gulp in adoration.

"I made it just for you", the man continues and kisses your temple. "I can give you everything. I can give you the stars. Literally. I will give you everything as long as you stay with me and never try this again. Now, let's go home, dearest. You need to rest."

[bruciemilf]

A crack treated seriously concept that I have just swimming in my mind;

Runaway sugar baby Bruce Wayne AU.

Here's the thing; Bruce and Harvey are married. Bruce may not realize they are! but they are.

Oblivious fucker really went,

" yes, I will have children with my best friend, raise them together happily, occasionally have sex, and wear this cool ring he gave me. Platonically, of course."

I think it all started when Tim came home from school, wearing a bit of a guilty expression, asking with a pinch embarrassment if Bruce could pretend to be a doctor for career day.

Bruce blinks, " I am a doctor, darling." Graduated with flying colors, mind you!

"Well, yeah, but...You know, not anymore. "

True. Ever since he adopted Jason and Tim, he just found it harder and harder to leave home. They were just too precious and he didn't want to miss a moment!

"I just don't understand why he'd lie about it."

"I can," Harvey looks so handsome, arranging his tie. He does a mess of it, but he doesn't look less tantalising,

" Little brats would be...Yknow, mean. They get finicky when they see a weak spot."

He knows it's Harvey because there's no accent melting like whisky on his mouth. " Weak spot?"

" doll, cmon, --"

" I do work, Harvey. Just because it's not defending criminals doesn't mean it's less vital."

" I knowthat. But you're also a rich guy who, let's face it, wouldn't need to work a day In his life. And that's fine by me. "

because Harvey HATED seeing his mom break her back to support their family when his father was drowning face down in debts.

He wouldn't put anyone through that, let alone his pretty little husband. But Bruce doesn't take this well.

" well! I'll show you! I'm more than capable of making it on my own, I'll prove it!"

Now. Bruce doesn't think too much. He's not an expert in it. Man can stitch up a 5 inch incision with floss, but his own well being? Leave it to Alfred.

But he'll make them proud. So next time, they don't have to lie.

He just packs up way too many luggages, packs Damian up too, and leaves while Harvey's at oh his back breaking, gruelling office job.

It's only when he's on a bus that he realizes he forgot the rest, but that'd be cruel! Their boys loved their father.

Dick, who's in his I Hate Dad phase, is extremely hysterical while they leave to find Bruce. Only stopping occasionally to fix his eyeliner, then start over again.

Jason, Harvey's second oldest, drives beside them on his motorbike.

He guesses its an extra middle finger to him to not wear a helmet. His beloved little hellion, raised on the devil's edge.

"Listen to me; If I find him, I'm moving back home. If I don't, I'll put you in the ground."

" I'll let you."

Now; Bruce does find a place. It's a little town with big characters.

Harley has a diner that she's more than happy to welcome him in, even if Bruce, Spoiled Spouse of the Year, can't quite pick up.

Anything for old roomies.

But there is someone in there who catches Bruce's attention. Towns mechanic.

Clark, his name tag says, who played with Damian behind Bruce's back while he talked to Harley.

He smells of salty motor oil; Fresh sweat, smoked apple pie. His eyes are dreamy blue, rendered with sharp cleverness. And Clark likes him.

Clark recommends him a good motel, brings Damian some toys to play with, even brings his own babies so they can have a playdate. " They're not mine. The toys! These two are. I have a receipt from the hospital."

"...A birth certificate?"

He's delightfully awkward.

When Harvey comes to pick him up, when Bruce jumps in his arms, claws at a pristine shirt stained with his brand new blisters and cracks and worked hands, he's not awkward.

He's disappointed; Like Bruce strangled the joy from his soul.

"You're...Married?"

When Bruce and Harvey respond, in perfect, consice sync, " Oh no, darling,--" " Yes he is, four eyes--" they're ALL confused.

"Oh, dear..."

[harunayuuka2060]

Maleficia: *has arrived to Night Raven College after receiving Lilia's message* *looking at MC*

Malleus: What do you think, grandmother?

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: *smiles* Beautiful. I've never thought anyone would look great in my crown until I've seen them.

Lilia: This is not the time for that, Maleficia. What is wrong with our human?

Maleficia: They are under a spell, that's all. Quite a rigorous one. It's been a while since someone has been subjected to it. Or should I say that this is the first?

Malleus: What?

Maleficia: *chuckles* Faes, mermaids, humans... One would do everything just to be with someone they love. They would do the unthinkable. And that's what is happening right now.

Maleficia: *turning her head at the kids*

Maleficia: You two are not from the future. Who are you?

Baby bean and Dumpling: ...

Malleus: They are my children with the child of man, grandmother—

Maleficia: No. I'm certain. Though I sense no ill intent from these children, but their presence is quite... questionable.

Dumpling: We're Mama's children!

Baby bean: Sister...

Maleficia: You, young man. *referring to Baby bean* You could be honest with us.

Maleficia: Who are you?

Baby bean: ...

Baby bean: We're... Mama's children in their dreams.

Baby bean: They raised us in the dream world.

Dumpling: Don't tell her that!

Baby bean: But I have to!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: How did you two arrive here if you were born from dreams?

Baby bean: Mama said they will turn everything into a reality... We just need to wait.

Maleficia: *smiles* What a clever human. *looking back at MC*

Maleficia: They will wake up in a few days, however, there's a big problem you need to resolve as soon as possible.

Malleus: What is it?

Maleficia: This human has to be back in their own timeline before they wake up. Or else, these children will disappear.

Malleus: *wasn't happy with his meeting with Vil, Leona, and Kalim*

Malleus: I'm afraid the celebration has to be postponed. But don't worry, my queen. I'll make sure that everyone will know that you have come back.

MC: ...

MC: Malleus?

Malleus: Yes, my queen?

MC: I have been observing you for a while. You look... exhausted. *touching his face*

MC: Don't tell me... Are you even sleeping?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *smiles* *holding their hand* *nods*

Malleus: Are you not going to ask about the current situation you're in?

MC: I'm guessing that you wouldn't be telling me anytime soon. So I will just figure it out myself.

Malleus: You can do so, my queen. Because it has been a mystery to me how you have fallen into a deep slumber. And for such a very, very long time.

MC: ...

MC: If I solve that mystery, will you send me back?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I can't promise. And I hope that you will not consider going back.

Malleus: You are part of this world now.

MC: ...

Baby bean and Dumpling: *looking at MC*

Dumpling: *to her brother* You shouldn't have told everyone.

Baby bean: ...

Dumpling: If Mama realizes we are not from the future, we will not see them anymore. *starts crying*

Baby bean: But we only existed so Mama wouldn't be lost in the dream world.

Baby bean: And if Mama wakes up... Shouldn't we be happy?

Dumpling: ...

Dumpling: But I want us to be real.

Baby bean: ...

[orangecarton]

Pt 2 Nordic Bunny x Reader WP (W.I.P.)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Part one:

Here you are sitting in a sad break room chowing down on a bag of cool ranch doritos, because for some reason they didn't seem to have any other flavors. As you're munching Nordic Bunny tries to fit himself into one of the small break room chairs. They were obviously not meant for him but he seemed insistent on trying to sit there.

After a while he got himself awkwardly squished in the chair and triumphantly looks up to you.

"So huuuman, seeing as we are now friends AND hanging out. It is my right as your BESTEST BUDDY IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!... to be asking you some... bonding questions!"

He laughs off to the side and mumbles something about being so clever and tricking us into handing over our "planetary secrets", whatever that means.

"Oh yeah sure man, shoot." You reply between chews. Nordic Bunny grimaces then shakes his head.

"First question! What are Shred Force's weaknesess?"

You ponder that for a bit. No one really knew anything about the two rascals that called themselves "Shred Force". They kinda were just... there. Every now and then there would be some sort of monster and then they would show and blow up half of the city you lived in. But you really didn' know anything about what they dealt with and who they were, being more preoccupied with your own life and problems.

"Hmmm, I don't really know. I've never really interacted with them."

You shrugged, grabbing another chip from the bag.

"Wha- You gotta know SOMETHING! Ugh... Ahem, well then what, pray tell, is the weakness of EVERY SINGLE HUMAN? AND DON'T YOU DARE THINK OF LYING TO ME!!!"

"Uhhh... Well, everyone is kinda different so I wouldn't really be able to say..."

Nordic Bunny scowled at this. Trying to save face you make something up on the fly. Those improv classes you took during highschool better not fail you now.

"Buuut, most humans are weak tooooo-" You look around quickly looking for "HuManIty's gReatEst WeakNess".

"-uhhhhh ranch?"

"..."

"... Liste-"

"OF COURSE! IT ALL MAKES SENSE!!"

"Huh?"

"You humans have MOUNTAINS of that stuff! You just can't live without it! OH, how did I not see it before?!"

He abruptly stands up, knocking over his chair, and grabs you by your arm. Dragging you behind him once again.

"WE MUST PLAN FOR MY NEW BRILLIANT AND AWESOME SCHEME!"

"What scheme?"

"We will steal ALL THE RANCH FROM EARTH! AND THEN NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP US FROM TAKING OVER THAT HOPELESS PLANET!"

He laughs to himself, and you can't help but smile along with him. He has quite a nice laugh, in your opinion.

Walking back down the halls to his strange war room, the reality of your situation sinks in. You are stuck in space with a crazy 10ft tall guitar man who wants to take over the Earth... Hey, we'll at least you aren't hungry anymore!

You both make it back to the "war room". This time you get a good look around. It was filled with all sorts of tech, including a medium holo-Earth that Nordic Bunny seemed to gravitate towards. Towards the back end of the room was a huge window that made up most, if not all, of the wall. Around the sides were extra doors, lights, and tubes that you had no idea what they went to.

"Muahahahahaaa, oh yes I can see it now! We can even make little ranch stealing ROBOTS to do our bidding. AHahahahooo!"

He pulls you aside and starts rambling on and on about his plan, and you listen intensively. He just seems so passionate and creative! You can't help it!

A couple minutes later he calls over some of his minions to bring over blue print paper and a table. When they arrive they are heaving over a big metal table with some paper and pens on top. The two minions let it down with a bang and Nordic Bunny rushes over to it enthusiastically. They seem out of breath, how long have they been carrying that?

After they collect themselves one of them turns over and sees you. They turn back around and nudge their partner whispering to them, they both are now just staring and talking to each other.

Nordic Bunny takes notice of this and spins around, looking back and forth between his minions and you. You honestly could care less about what anyone thinks, but you don't really want to get caught up in whatever space drama is going on right now. So you're feeling, reasonably, a small bit uncomfortable at the moment.

"DON'T YOU TWO HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?!"

Before your eyes the two are blasted away by Nordic Bunny's hand and are now nothing but feathers.

"Wha- What the HELL?!"

You look incredulously at Nordic Bunny.

"Oh not to worry my dear compatriot! They are simply clones. Of MY design, might I add!"

He poses pridefully, looks back over to you then looks away awkwardly.

"Huh, uh cool."

Taking a breath in you walk over to the work bench he had been working at before to see unfinished sketches of what looks to be robot eels designed to steal... ranch. It does look super advanced though. At least more advanced than you could understand.

"Wow, you did all this?" You gesture to the blue prints and look up at Nordic Bunny.

"W- Why yes! I did!"

"Geez, this is some high level stuff. Super smart, and it looks so wicked!"

He appears to be taken aback by the compliment, donning a shocked expression on his face, then replacing it with a look of smug satisfaction.

"Of course it looks cool! Only the best made by yours truly!"

You snicker a bit at that and he grins then perks up. Grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you towards the huge windows you saw before.

"AND! AND! The robots will be produced over there! In my very own factory!"

Your eyes widen at the sight before you. Through the windows you are greeted by a production line of sorts, all kinds of machinery moving rhythmically and in pace with each other. You squint and look past the factory and can somewhat make out... a city?

"Impresive!... right?"

You look over to the validation seeking guitar and nod, stars in your eyes.

"This is so freaking cool, dude."

You turn back towards the window to keep gawking at the machines. Unbeknownst to you, the overlord beside you doesn't look at his factory, but at his new partner in crime. With just the same amount of fascination.

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(TYSM FOR READING AND FOR ALL THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK FROM THE LAST POST)

(I will be crossposting this on ao3 here's a link:

(Here are some doodles B))

[mcflymemes]

THE GREATEST MOVIE QUOTES OF ALL TIME *  assorted dialogue from famous films, adjust as necessary

[name], i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn.

i'll have what she's having.

i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.

i'm as mad as hell, and i'm not going to take this anymore!

you're gonna need a bigger boat.

nobody puts baby in a corner.

well. nobody's perfect.

you can't fight in here! this is the war room!

get away from her, you bitch!

houston, we have a problem.

when someone asks you if you're a god, you say yes!

i am no man!

i love the smell of napalm in the morning.

you had me at "hello."

i'm also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

don't call me shirley.

i feel the need... the need for speed!

i'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.

i know it was you, [name]. you broke my heart.

just when i thought i was out, they pull me back in.

you can't handle the truth!

i can do this all day.

the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

snakes. why did it have to be snakes?

clever girl.

what, like it's hard?

you shall not pass.

that's my secret, [name]. i'm always angry.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

get busy living, or get busy dying.

ugh, as if!

i'll be back.

there's no crying in baseball!

some men just want to watch the world burn.

take your stinking paws off me!

screws fall out all the time. the world's an imperfect place.

life moves pretty fast. you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

i'm sorry, [name]. i'm afraid i can't do that.

a strange game. the only winning move is not to play.

are you crazy? the fall will probably kill you!

i see dead people.

if you build it, he will come.

with great power comes great responsibility.

roads? where we're going, we don't need roads.

go ahead. make my day.

say hello to my little friend!

are you not entertained?

i'm not bad. i'm just drawn that way.

i've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

i have a bad feeling about this.

you talkin' to me?

what's in the box?

your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!

that rug really tied the room together, did it not?

you cut the turkey without me?

i'm not even supposed to be here today.

you'll shoot your eye out, kid.

boy, that escalated quickly.

you don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me.

i know kung-fu.

now i have a machine gun.

what is your damage, [name]?

what we've got here is failure to communicate.

here's looking at you, kid.

fasten your seatbelts. it's going to be a bumpy night.

love means never having to say you're sorry.

there's no place like home.

why don't you come up sometime and see me?

i'm walkin' here!

i want to be alone.

round up the usual suspects.

you know how to whistle, don't you, [name]?

we rob banks.

we'll always have paris.

well, nobody's perfect.

a boy's best friend is his mother.

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.

what a dump?

[name], you're trying to seduce me. aren't you?

is it safe?

i have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

hello, gorgeous.

a martini. shaken, not stirred.

seize the day. make your lives extraordinary.

snap out of it!

[petty-pumpkin]

Something that I dislike a lot in the bsd fandom is that people really tend to forget that Dazai is not that alike with Fyodor. I mean; sure, dazai and fyodor are both genius and they are most likely on the same level of iq, but that doesnt mean that they are the same emotionally, morally or psychologically.

First of all, we've seen that dazai has some people that he genuinely cares for. A lot of people think that, just because this man was in the mafia and still manipulates people around him when necessary to reach his goals, he doesn't have emotions or a heart, that all of what he did when he left the mafia he did it only as an errand for oda. We see dazai's change and evolution constantly on the manga, we've seen him show affection towards people, be it oda, chuuya and even atsushi. He's shown some real grown on his morals and matureness. And even if this man has a constant facade, it doesn't mean that it is with the intention to hurt anyone. Dazai himself hides his feelings, because, in his words: everything I cherish is lost the moment I obtain it (or something along those lines, I dont remember tbh 😭) he himself admits that if he indulges himself too much on something, it will all go away, so he prefers to deny his feelings and not get too close.

Saying this, when was the time we've seen fyodor show some real, not fake emotion? And by emotion I mean his real feelings, affection for someone or literally anything that shows that, besides being an asshole and a genius, he actually cares for people.

By that means, they, fyodor and dazai, are not similar at all. Dazai doesn't show himself being vulnerable, but we know he pretty much feels and cares enough to try to be a good person, because of the promise he made with oda and because of his own desire to save people and not be in the dark anymore. Meanwhile, fyodor is such a mysterious character that only shows true malice and cleverness. And that is the big difference between them. In any moment, dazai could MAYBE let his emotions slip and it could affect his plans, because he shows true emotion (to us audience, not the characters) and because he is a human, and he can't carry his facade for much longer.

So that's why I dont view them as equal humans (if fyodor even is a human, atp I'm not sure of anything tbh), but as equally capable individuals.

And remember guys, dazai is not a heartless monster who manipulates anyone who crosses his path and just wears this "I dont care about anything" facade, who only ever cared about oda, and who is trying his damn best into changing as a person only because of oda's wish, but a human who feels and hides himself and his feelings in fear he could, someday, loose anything he cares for.

[fungifanart]

Happy birthday?

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

CW: Fluff, Trey Clover has negative rizz, but we love him anyway

Word count: 1,202

Notes: Hahahahaha, what do you mean this is three days late? Hahahahaha, no, it isn't! HAHAHAHAHA (I'm really trying here, guys.)

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"It isn't even funny anymore." Cater says with a sigh.

"It’s pathetic, really." Ace says while shaking his head.

"I'm honestly embarrassed to call myself his friend right now." Riddle says while rubbing his temples.

"You can't be serious…" Deuce can hardly believe what he's hearing, "Trey STILL hasn't caught onto the Prefect’s feelings?!"

Deuce’s mouth goes wide as the three men shake their heads in disappointment, thoroughly gobsmacked at the raw obliviousness being displayed by his respected upperclassman.

It's almost impressive, in a way, to remain blissfully unaware of another person's romantic feelings for oneself for A MONTH.

The four men have seen it all at this point.

They've seen the Prefect go on shopping trips with Trey, help him in the kitchen, help with setup and cleanup of unbirthday parties and so much more, all while subtly flirting with the vice housewarden in hopes of catching his eye, but with little to no luck.

It had gotten to the point where one would think "Surely, he knows and is just willfully ignoring the other man's advances!"

But no.

After being indirectly questioned by Riddle, it's become exceedingly clear that the supposedly clever and thoughtful vice housewarden of Heartslabyul is simply unaware of the Prefect’s feelings. However, from that same conversation, they also learned that he actually harbors feelings of his own for the other man, but refuses to act on them out of fear of ruining their friendship.

'Great Seven, help these two.' Deuce remembers thinking.

Of course, Cater was quick to take up the mantle of wingman for these poor idiots, meanwhile Ace was quick to set up a betting pool on how long it would take for either the hopelessly dense Trey to catch on or for the hopelessly shy Prefect to actually confess, much to Riddle’s dismay. However, even Cater's counsel has proved ineffective and what was once daily entertainment for the Prefect’s friends has descended into a farce that is genuinely painful to watch.

However, not all hope is lost.

With Trey's birthday on the horizon, unbeknownst to both parties, the group has devised a last ditch effort to allow the two to reconcile their feelings for each other.

The day arrives and with it, the plan is set in motion.

While the main festivities are underway, Deuce works with Ace to set up a romantic dinner at a gazebo in one of the more secluded areas of the hedge maze and waits until the party is winding down to guide the Prefect to said gazebo while Cater and Riddle do the same for Trey from the other direction.

With their objective completed, Deuce and the others leave the two men to talk about their feelings.

Whatever happens next is out of their hands.

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With his birthday festivities winding down, Trey can feel the fatigue of the day catching up with him and is planning to leave for his room, despite his disappointment at not being able to see the Prefect off as he’s seemingly left for Ramshackle by now.

However, as he’s turning to leave, he feels two hands on his shoulders.

“Uh-uh-uh, birthday boy! You’re not leaving just yet.” Cater says as Trey turns to see both him and Riddle.

“We have one last surprise for you. So we need you to come with us.” Riddle states matter-of-factly as the two men take him by the arms and lead him into the hedge maze.

"So, are you guys gonna tell me what's going on or…?" Trey asks after a few minutes of walking in silence.

Cater scoffs in response, "It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if we told you, now would it?"

"Don't worry, we're almost there." Riddle says as they round a corner where a trio of familiar voices can be heard.

Trey's eyes widen as he sees the Prefect being pushed around the opposite corner towards him by Ace and Deuce.

The two groups get closer and closer until they stop in front of a gazebo with a table that's laid out with food and several candles that create an almost ethereal atmosphere as the natural light from the sun retreats below the horizon.

"What is this?" Trey asks, slightly taken aback.

"Oh, nothing." Ace says innocently, "We just wanted to give you and the Prefect a nice place to spend some alone time. A little birdy told us you've got A LOT to talk about, after all."

Trey and the Prefect share a look of surprise as they're pushed towards the table as a sign to sit down, which they do, but not before Trey feels a hand on his shoulder again and hears Cater's voice whispering in his ear.

"Do NOT mess this up." Cater warns before the four other men leave them to their dinner.

A few minutes pass in awkward silence as the two men eat their food, not knowing what to talk about despite having 'A LOT to talk about' according to Ace.

Of course, it doesn't help that he's getting distracted by how beautiful the Prefect looks in this lighting.

"Uh, Trey? Is there something on my face?" The Prefect asks, causing Trey to realize that he was staring.

"U-uh, nope! You're fine!" Trey says while awkwardly looking away, hoping that the candlelight will obscure the growing pink on his cheeks.

More awkward silence passes as Trey recalls Cater's words and fights the urge to slam his forehead onto the table because he knows he's messing this up BAD.

That is, until the silence is finally broken by the Prefect sighing and looking into Trey's eyes, "Trey, there's…actually something I wanted to tell you." He says apprehensively.

"Oh, sure. Go ahead." Trey says while returning the eye contact.

"I see you. You know that, right?" The Prefect begins, "I see how much you care and how hard you work everyday to keep everyone happy. I see how seriously you take your baking and I can't help but admire it. I can't help but admire you."

Trey feels his heart flutter in his chest as the Prefect continues.

"But it's not just admiration. Our shopping trips and the time I spend helping you bake are always the highlights of my day and I've realized it's because I've spent that time with you, specifically."

Trey's eyes widen and he feels his face heating up as he realizes where the other man is going with this.

"I…think I want to spend a lot more time with you…because…" The Prefect hesitantly reaches his hand over to Trey's on the table, silently asking for permission, which Trey gives in the form of intertwining their fingers together, spurring the other man on to finish his sentence with a sincere smile, "Trey, I love you."

Trey's heart skips a beat and a soft smile forms on his face upon hearing the words he never thought he would from the other man.

"I love you too, y/n." Trey responds softly, but with his love burning passionately in his chest.

The Prefect then moves his chair so they're side-by-side and leans his face towards Trey's, allowing him to happily close the distance between their lips.

'Best birthday present ever.' Trey thinks to himself.

[goatcheesecak3]

Dating Adam headcanons

Context: this takes place after he escapes the bathroom (which definitely happened and is 1000% canon)

I've never written for Adam before, so I hope I did our bbygirl justice

He really doesn't like bathrooms anymore, for obvious reasons. He'll only shower if you sit outside talking or singing to him the whole time. When he gets out, you dry his hair for him all while telling him how proud you are and how brave he is.

He doesn't really keep on top of general chores, so you regularly do his laundry for him or come by to help clean his apartment. With any other guy you might find this irritating, but Adam's got enough on his plate, you're just glad he's letting you take care of him.

This man is CLINGY, if you're not with him he's constantly texting and calling you to make sure nothing bad has happened. When you are with him, he's pretty much always touching you in some way, it could be cuddling, having his arm over your shoulder or just resting his hand on your leg. He says he just finds physical touch comforting, and after all he's been through, you can see why.

Absolutely no one makes you laugh like Adam does, it's what attracted you to him in the first place. He's got such a clever dry wit, it seems as though he's been blessed with the ability to speak in perfect one liners 24/7. He constantly has you either cracking up, or rolling your eyes playfully.

He's incredibly cheeky, even though he's been your boyfriend for a while, he still flirts with you as if he's trying to pick you up at a bar or something. You find the amount of effort he puts into wooing you very cute.

He has a lot of trouble with sleeping. Sometimes his nightmares get so bad that he gets too scared to go to sleep, other times he wakes up in a panic, thinking he's waking up back in that awful room. You've discovered that sleeping with a small lamp on helps with this, so that when he wakes up he can immediately tell where he is, and playing gentle music while he goes to bed seems to calm him. But the most effective thing you've found, is warmth. Back in the bathroom it was freezing cold and damp, so to give him the opposite effect, you buy him a hot water bottle to cuddle at night (as well as cuddling him yourself).

He's pretty broke, so he can't really afford to take you out on fancy dates, but you don't care about that at all. Sometimes he'll take you for an evening walk in the park, which the two of you really enjoy. For special occasions though, he scrapes together whatever money he can to give you a nice night. He'll usually splurge on a steak and some wine and cook you a fancy meal from home, which you eat in his little apartment by candlelight.

Adam has a real sweet tooth, when you come to stay with him you always make a stop in a corner store on the way and pick him up some chocolate or a bag of skittles or something (and a pack of smokes ofc), and every time without fail it surprises him.

Surprisingly, arguments aren't actually that common between the two of you. Don't get me wrong, sometimes Adam can be a bit of an ass, he can be snippy and quick to anger, but you never let it escalate. You understand that he's got good reason to be a little unpredictable emotionally, so you're patient and kind to him, even when he's out of line. You manage to calm him enough to talk through whatever the issue is, and resolve things fairly quickly.

When he talks about you to other people he doesn't ever say "my girlfriend/boyfriend," it's always "my girl/ my boy". Hearing him introduce you to others like "this is my girl/boy, y/n" just makes your heart flutter.

A/n I've never written for Adam before, so pls let me know if you want more!

Check my pinned post for request details and my masterlist!

Replies and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

[thesherrinfordfacility]

the more that ive thought about it (it of course being the argument clip), the more that i need to get something off my chest and defend aziraphale - not necessarily against anyone, not saying anyone is attacking him, but whilst crowley is my special apple crimble crumble boy, aziraphale is the goodest lil dude and there is nothing i wouldn't do for that messy man-

i think what a lot people forget about aziraphale is that he is so fucking clever, he is arguably more intelligent than crowley, but has the irksome, painful dichotomy of being kind. what kinda upset me in the clip is that crowley almost addresses aziraphale as if he's stupid, when he's anything but. aziraphale is fully aware that gabriel, michael, uriel etc are all wankers, he's not oblivious to it, but aziraphale is an unfailingly empathetic and compassionate angel, and will try to always see the best in people.

the fandom sometimes mistakes this for naivety or even ignorance, and it's not - aziraphale is not naive, he knows that these angels are shits and treat him poorly, but aziraphale has a pretty strong view on what an angel should be, what they should embody, and even though he knows deep down these other angels don't really follow the same blueprint, he hopes and he tries to remain optimistic and see the best in them. he hopes to be forgiven for his trespasses just as he forgives those who trespass against him✨

and so by the end of s1 i think he really does give up on being an angel ("just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" got the most satisfied, bashful grin on him we've ever seen) and instead is just a good person. and i think crowley fails to realise or accept this - not bc he's stupid either, but i think he sometimes really underestimates aziraphale and possibly because he thinks (possibly due to his own trauma- the apocalypse as well as the Fall) that god will never love a being that isn't good and godly at the same time. he can't accept that that the two things, being good and being godly, are entirely different concepts, and that in aziraphale the two must go hand in hand.

aziraphale understands the difference, and knows that he can still be loved by god even if he doesn't align himself with heaven anymore. so therefore its a real foreign idea, a ludicrous concept, to crowley that aziraphale is still being kind to gabriel, being compassionate, when in his mind this is the angel that wanted to kill them both and is a first class wanker to boot.

but i think that does actually show that, not in any way maliciously or intentionally but likely just as a projection borne out of anger and possibly self-hatred, crowley is thinking appalling little of aziraphale right now. does he really believe that the angel that he slithered up next to on the wall and who not only didn't smite him on sight but also conversed with him and listened to him and sheltered him from the first rain whilst not even bothering to shelter himself is incapable of being kind without being heaven's puppet?

so yes i totally get where crowley is coming from, and whilst it kills me a little inside to think that crowley might consider himself so unworthy of kindness and affection unless it originates from a systematic compulsive side effect of being a Holy Entity, i think he's being grossly unfair to aziraphale in not realising even after 6000 years of knowing him that aziraphale might just simply be a really kind person.

[haitaniapologist]

EVERYTHING I'VE ALWAYS DESIRED. ( haitani rindou x reader )

╰┈➤ rindou never cared much for his birthdays until you appeared in the picture.

pairings — haitani rindou x fem!reader.

warnings — teeth roothing fluff, a child, probably some mistakes due to this child growth, canon vi*olence, a bit of insecurities?

notes — this is it. i can't believe it's his birthday!!!! me and rindou are the same person and idc what anyone else says. this fic is very self indulgent (but not for me lmao) so a big kiss to hal!!!!!!!!!!!

rindou never cared much for his birthday, until you appeared in the picture. 

it had always been just a day that he changed his age, nothing more. ran was the one who always made a big deal of it, especially when they were younger. rindou was always embarrassed by his brother’s antics on his birthday, especially after they became members of tenjiku. he was a grown up man already, he didn't need parties with blue and violet decorations and a cake decorated with kids' themes. but he knew that, even though ran was mocking him a bit, it was an act of love too. 

but such parties stopped as soon as tenjiku became rokuhara tandai, than kanto manji gang, and then bonten. 

and then, you came into the picture. 

you were just an underling of takeomi, a sweet and young girl that he recruited because of your cleverness and logical thinking, which was good for solving mysteries and crimes that were beyond their capacity. 

at first, rindou didn't bat an eye at you. he didn't need to, of course, as you work under one of his superiors, and not under him, but you managed to carve your place in his heart — with the daisies and violets you started to leave in random places in the hq, to the cakes you sometimes shared with them. but everything changed that night when rindou arrived with bruises and gunshots from a fight, and you were the only one inside the headquarters, as everyone had already left for their homes. 

he didn't want to burden you, as you were trying to solve a crime by mikey's orders. he couldn't understand why his boss was so interested in what was happening with tachibana naoto’s investigations, but he couldn't do much to try to help you. 

as much as he tried to stay silent to not alarm you, you still heard him and made sure he left the building without any blood dripping from his body. rindou couldn't deny that your touch was soothing and warm — the skin to skin contact was a bit embarrassing, and your face was too close to his own, so close that he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, but you were a good nurse. he blushed like a girl in love when you asked him if he wanted you to kiss his boo-boos, and the giggle that left your lips was like an angel's singing to his ears. 

this was the start of his fall for you and the blossoming of a friendship between one of bonten’s executives and the gang’s brain.  

but rindou didn't act on his feelings, at first. you seemed to have a crush on ran and, as much as the thought of you with his brother caused him an unendurable pain, he would be happy if you were happy. he was fine only being your best friend, however, he couldn't pretend that seeing you being friendly to his brother or looking at him as he hung up the stars in the sky wasn't affecting him. 

and ran, being ran, knew exactly what was happening.

rindou confessed to you on another night where you played his nurse, his head on your shoulder while your arms hugged his neck and he spilled his feelings for you. it had been ran's idea, of course, and after a while day of teasing from his brother and sanzu — and even from takeomi — he was so pissed off that he just spilled everything, his voice a mixture of venom and honey, since he knew you didn't reciprocate his feelings. 

how could you? you deserved someone so much better than him, someone that could deal with their feelings so much better than him. someone who wasn't constantly teased by his coworkers, even though he wasn't the youngest one anymore — someone who could say 'i love you' without a blush on their cheeks and a stutter on their voice. 

but you chose him anyway, your eyes brimming with tears when he poured his heart out for him — at first, he thought you were afraid of him. there wasn't any other explanation for the tears in your eyes and the tremble of your body, but as soon as he finished, you just held his face between your hands and kissed his lips as if you were starving, at the same moment he thought he would be rejected by you. 

that led to some months of dating, until he asked you to move in with him, and then to marry him. his birthdays were never the same ever since he first met you, and, especially now, they would be even more sweet. 

he smiled when he felt small and warm hands grabbing his cheeks, then his nose, then settling in his hands, incoherent babbling filling the room until he opened his violet eyes — only to be met by a pair identical of them looking down at him. 

“good morning, little lady.” he greeted his daughter, his nine-month-old baby, bringing her head to rest on his bare chest. his daughter seemed to enjoy the newfound source of warmth, happy sounds coming from her mouth. “where's your mama?” at the sound of your title, the baby got up from her place, looking around to see if she could find you. 

as much as she had both you and rindou wrapped around his chubby fingers, you also had both the second oldest haitani and the youngest one wrapped around yours, too.  

“miko!” he heard your voice coming from the door, father and daughter turning their heads to search for the source of it. “you weren't supposed to wake up your papa this early! it's his birthday!”

his birthday. rindou even forgot about that — it was just a day that indicated that he was now thirty-four, just one year older, and one year closer to death than he was before. but, with miko on his chest and you entering the room with a small cake in your hands and his favorite breakfast foods on a plate, he didn't want to die so soon. 

miko blabbed, probably triggered by your voice tone, and he chuckled at the scene in front of him. you smiled too, hearing such a sound coming from your husband's lips, a sound that almost never left them — but since miko was born, he seemed to smile and laugh more than he used to. you approached the bed, putting the contents in your hands in the nightstand, and snuggling at his side, one of his arms around your shoulders and the other holding miko close to his chest.

if he died now, he'd die like a happy man. but he didn’t want to. rindou would fight death barehanded to stay at yours and miko’s side more, to grow old with you in a house with beautiful flowers in the yard, to see his daughter become the second-prettiest woman in the world — you were and would always be the first, of course — and give more siblings to her.

“happy birthday, rin.” you said in a low voice tone, your lips pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. he felt his skin hot, and rindou knew you'd always have such an affect on him — always making him embarrassed and flustered like he was still that boy in tenjiku. “how's your first birthday as miko's daddy going?” 

rindou chuckled, making miko giggle with the way his chest rumbled. “she's my biggest gift.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then turned his attention back to you. “you both are my biggest gifts, and i can't ask for anything else on my birthday.”

“you're so cheesy.” you playfully rolled your eyes, but now your cheeks were the ones warm and red. it was funny seeing all his layers, and you often compared him to an onion. whenever you peeled layer after layer of him, it always made you tear up — rindou was full of surprises, and you were always ready to uncover them all. “but! it's your birthday! we need to sing and cut the cake so you can make a wish.” 

he chuckled seeing your excited state, taking the plate with the cake out of the nightstand and giving it to him, while simultaneously taking miko from his arms and putting her in a sitting position in your lap, your hands holding hers while you made her clap alongside your singing voice. 

rindou was sure this was heaven — and he didn't know what goods he had done in his life to receive such a blessing. miko giggled and babbled alongside you, as if you had rehearsed with her the ‘happy birthday’ song a few days prior his birthday, and her excited giggles when he blew out the candles brought a huge smile on his face. “happy birthday, daddy!” you said before pecking his lips, taking care with the cake in his hands. “did you make your wish?” 

“how i can make wishes now since i have what i've always desired?” 

— 

rindou arrived home to a quiet house. 

even if it was his birthday, he still had work to do — and the bonten boys were ready to throw him a small party too, even though it was against his wishes. 

he wished nothing more than to stay in bed all day with you and miko, and not need to do paperwork and kill some enemies. but the bento you made him, apparently with miko's help, was worth going to work too. seeing the boys’ faces when they saw how carefully you made it, calling him a lucky man and saying they were jealous was like a birthday gift — he loved to show them how loving and caring you are, mainly as payback for all the teasing they put him through before he confessed his feelings for you.

however, his line of work meant that he couldn’t much day offs, and he was content and used with that.

sometimes, though, he feared that he would lose all of miko’s firsts. her first word, the first time she walked, her first day at school. he didn’t want to be like his parents, especially his father, that never cared about such things — rindou wanted to be different, he wanted to be a present father and a father that loved and cared for his children. but you always tried to comfort him in those times, saying that you’d always record everything, and you kept your word. there wasn’t a day when rindou didn’t receive at least five videos of you and miko doing the most mundane things, but those small little moments were a reminder of why he was still working.

rindou tried to be as silent as possible, afraid that he might disturb you or miko, but the light coming from the crack of her room’s door told him that both of his girls were still awake, and he wished to spend the last minutes of his birthday with them. he didn’t care to take his tie off or to fold his suit like you always did, bare feet already making them way to his daughter’s room, opening the door slowly. 

the smile on his face was so big that it made his lips hurt, but he would never grow tired of the sight of you holding miko in your arms, rocking back and forth and singing her lullabies, while she drooled on your bare skin. motherhood made you even more beautiful in rindou’s eyes, and he couldn’t wait to give miko a little sibling. he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence and you gasped, smiling down at your daughter. “look who’s here, baby! daddy’s home!” you whispered while rindou hugged you by your waist, bringing your back to rest on his chest and his head on the opposite one of where his daughter was resting. 

“hi mommy.” he whispered back, watching as his daughter became more and more awake with his presence. “the bento you made today was amazing.” 

you hummed, giggling when both miko and rindou snuggled themselves more in your warmth. “i’m glad. i did everything minus the cake.” your husband knew why, of course — he was there when you broke down crying when you tried to make a cake for your sister’s birthday but your own oven sabotaged you. 

you smiled when hearing his chuckle once more, cradling miko’s little body better between your arms as she was more awake now than before rindou arrived home. however, before he could comment on your disastrous last attempt to bake a cake, a small little voice cut him off. 

“dada!” 

both of you were frozen in your places, a bit too stunned with the fact that miko just said her first word — and it was very fitting that she was calling her dad, since you tried to rehearse her saying such a word with her the whole week prior of your husband’s birthday, but she only said her meaningless babble and you lost hope of accomplish it. however, it seemed as if your efforts weren’t in vain, and you couldn’t even be upset about the fact that she called for him first, as you heard many other mothers complain about it. miko was a daddy’s girl, foremost and above all.

you crooked your head to the side, looking at your husband, your heart beating loudly inside your chest. his eyes were wide and shining with tears, his mouth in an O shape before his lips were up in a smile, probably the most beautiful one you ever saw him gracing you. but your attention was taking from him when you felt a pair of chubby hands grabbing your cheeks and turning your head back, miko’s lips opening once more. 

“dada! mama!” 

this was what took for both of you to break down in tears, while the baby looked confused between you two. but tears soon became a laughing mess, yours and rindou’s laughs intertwining and become one, and miko's giggles were the last piece of the symphony that was your little family. 

“i can’t believe—” you tried, but your body was still shaking with laughter. miko was now safely between the cage of her father’s arms, his chest still rumbling with chuckles and giggles still bubbling out of her lips. “i rehearsed her saying ‘dada’ for a whole week! and now… all it took her was seeing you before going to sleep!” 

rindou could only laugh at your outraged tone of voice, his heart warm and swollen with how much love he had for his girls. he couldn’t believe all his fears were for nothing — miko waited until he was home again to call for him for the first time, as if she knew how many times he had worried about not being present enough for her. maybe she still remembered when he used to talk with your growing belly, spilling all his fears to his unborn child while you were sound asleep between his arms. 

“mama?” miko asked confused, as if she knew you were talking about her, and you laughed once more, and rindou couldn’t still believe that you loved him �� that you loved him enough to change your last name for his own, for carrying his child and sticking with him when he knew he was difficult to love. but you made it seem like it was the easiest task in the world, and he couldn’t help but tear up seeing you hugging him by the waist and talking with the baby that was the most beautiful mix between you two. 

this was the best birthday he ever had since he could remember his birthdays, and it was all your doing — you were the love of his life, and he couldn’t wait to see what his future birthdays would be with you and miko at his side.

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

kevin

kevin and annie's relationship was no longer professional. he would come into her office and they'd at least pretend to have a conversation that resembled therapy, but then he'd force himself on her. annie made noises of protest even as she helped him get her clothes off. sometimes, he had clever ideas. one afternoon, he'd thrown annie on her desk, and grabbed a pair of scissors that he then used to cut open her panties. annie had masturbated about it for a week.

he was very rough with her. he forced his fingers down her throat and made her gag. he choked her and slapped her. he would frequently prevent her from having an orgasm. and he'd leave her in a heap in her office every time. she continued to charge him as a patient, which made her feel exquisitely dirty, like a prostitute.

one day, tom noticed the bruise on her ass-- she told him she'd bumped into her desk. the next week, she told kevin about her lie as she knelt in front of him, her hands tied behind her back, ready to be facefucked. he told her she was a bad little whore before forcing his cock down her throat.

when he put her on the couch and took her panties off, she asked him if her bald pussy reminded him of his daughter.

"no," he said. "i told her she can't do that anymore."

"shave?" annie asked.

"yes," he said.

"and she obeys you?"

"yes," he said. "she's nice and hairy now."

"she shows you?" annie asked. he was pushing his cock into her now.

"all the time," he said. "she pulls down her panties to show me her bush. she's so proud of it."

"that's so fucking hot," annie gasped.

"shut the fuck up," he told her. he stuck her panties in her mouth.

"she really liked it?" annie said after, after kevin had cum inside her. "your daughter? you telling her she couldn't shave?"

"women crave authority," he told her. "i said shaving was for sluts and i wouldn't stand for her doing that anymore and she said 'yes daddy.'"

"do you fuck your wife like this?" she asked him. "the way you fuck me?"

"i fuck her harder," he said. "she can take the real thing."

"What's the most degrading thing you've ever done to her?" she asked.

He told her that he'd made a video of himself fucking her hard in the ass and showed it to her father.

"What did he say?" Annie asked, so horny her legs were shaking.

"He said, 'way to claim your property,'" Kevin said. "He understands."

Every time Kevin took her, Annie found that she couldn't cum with Tom for 24 hours or so. She could fake it, so she did. It wasn't anything Tom was doing wrong. He had a bigger dick than Kevin. She suspected that Robbie wouldn't have been able to do it either, and he had the biggest cock. But Robbie was mostly busy with Casey these days.

She wore a buttplug the next time she had a session with Kevin. All morning, she wondered if her other patients could somehow tell. That afternoon, Kevin tossed her around the office a bit before tearing her panties off with his bare hands. He saw the buttplug and growled with approval. He fucked her with it in for a while, long enough to make her cum so hard she nearly screamed, then took it out and replaced it with his cock, and filled her asshole with his cum.

After, as she cleaned herself up, he told her that his daughter had urged him to feel her pubic hair recently, to feel how soft it was now as it grew in. He told Annie that as he'd reached into her panties, he'd pushed his middle finger inside her and felt her tighten around him. She'd put her hand against his pants and had gasped appreciatively at his hardness.

"Does it feel good to know you could have her?" she asked.

"i like a challenge," he said dismissively.

"i don't know how to be a challenge," she said.

"i've never met a woman so obviously begging for it," he told her. "even before i fucked you. you'd sit in your chair and squirm like you couldn't keep your pussy under control," he said. "every man in your life has noticed that about you, rest assured."

annie texted her mom that evening. "what does your family think of me?" she asked. "your sister, her husband, your brother, your dad?"

"they think you're a slut," she replied. "they complain about you flaunting your big tits, you never wear a bra to family gatherings, you flirt with your cousins..."

"your brother showed me his cock one time at christmas," annie said.

"yeah he's pulled out his dick on me too," she said.

"hot," annie said. "when?"

"I was 18. home from college," she said. "got drunk with friends and came home late. he was home with his buddies and i was in the kitchen struggling out of my dress. he and his friends helped me take my clothes off. once they had me naked i started jacking them off, and he pulled his out too. my hands were spoken for so i used my mouth on him."

"not your pussy?"

"not until he told me he was getting divorced," she said.

"that was two years ago!" annie said.

"yeah," her mom said. "he still wanted me."

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Stitches

Harry was laughing so hard that his side was in stitches. Clutching his abdomen, he wheezed, "stop it!"

Draco grinned down at him, looking rather pleased with himself and his story telling, his shoulder length blond hair tickling Harry's cheek and clavicle.

"You're too much," he said, through his giggles, "I adore you."

The other man froze for a second, smile slipping just a bit uncertainly.

"Hey," he said, cupping his cheek and leaning up to kiss his chin. "I didn't mean that you were too much," he said. "That's not-"

"No," Draco said, "I know that part. I just," he swallowed and looked away.

"What?" Harry asked.

Rolling off of him, Draco stood and reached for his boxers, "I should go."

"What?" Harry asked, rolling toward him and reaching out to lay a hand on his waist, "why?"

There was a long pause as Draco pulled up his boxers before turning around to look at Harry. "I think we're getting in too deep," he said.

"What?"

"You just said that you adore me," he replied, as if that would make everything clear.

"And?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows while he waited for a response.

Draco spluttered at him, "And?" he said. "What do you mean and?"

"I mean so what?" he asked. "I do adore you. What more would you like me to say?"

"You can't possibly," Draco replied, hands on his hips.

He shook his head, "Why?"

"Because you're you, you could have anyone that you want!"

"Even you?" he asked, heart beating a little harder in his chest.

Draco ran his hands through his hair, "yes of course, even me," he replied, "because you already have me."

"Then what's the problem?" he asked, baffled by this entire conversation.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his brow, "Because it's one thing for you to have me, and it's another thing entirely for you to actually want me."

"Draco, I think it's been pretty clearly established that I want you," he said, hooking his forefinger in the top of his boxers and tugging him closer.

Draco slapped his hand away, "Not like that," he said. "That's exactly my point. If you only want me for my body then you're getting in too deep and I can't take your sweet words if they're only about getting to fuck me."

He blinked at him, "Draco, I don't only want you for your body. Yes, you're gorgeous, of course you are," he said, "but if I didn't also adore you for your personality, you never would have been in my bed in the first place. When I say that I adore you, I mean that I love the way I feel when I'm with you. I love your cleverness, your sense of humor, your kindness, the way that you treat me like I'm just a person you enjoy." He reached for his hand, "this has never been just sex to me."

"Me either," Draco whispered.

Harry nodded, "I know. Sorry, I thought we were on the same page about this," he said. "Stay. Please."

"Believing that you actually want me feels pretty scary," Draco confessed, crossing his arms over his waist.

He crawled closer, kneeling on the bed in front of Draco and wrapping his arms around his waist. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "At least, not on purpose. We'll probably fight and I'll say stupid shit, but I'll always want to make it right after. I'm not going anywhere," he added.

Draco hummed and leaned their foreheads together, closing his eyes.

"You're worth the effort," he said softly after a moment. "You're worth the fights and the work to repair after. I don't want to hurt you," he added.

"I don't want to hurt you either," he said. "Not anymore."

Harry huffed a soft laugh, nudging his cheek with his nose. "Come back to bed?"

Draco nodded and they slid back under the covers, slotting their bodies together. Both feeling a little shy in light of all of the words they'd finally said aloud. "I love you too," Draco whispered into the quiet dark of Harry's room.

He kissed his nose, "Stay," he repeated, brushing his nose over Draco's.

"Okay."

Loving each other wasn't always easy, it wasn't always painless but they were both always committed to staying and fixing the hurts.

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