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Hate // Miguel O’Hara x Spiderpunk x reader smut w/ plot

Word count: Idk I wasn’t keeping track but this is very long.

Warning. Smut. Fingering. Eating out. Rough. PIV sex. Porn w/ plot. Unprotected sex.

Note: OC is 20-22. Miguel is in his 30s. Hobie is 19-21. This story takes place before ATSV. Contains a bit of spoilers. If you haven’t watched the movie then idk what to say, just don’t get mad at me lol. Ummm I haven’t wrote smut in a while so bare with me plz. Also OC is black because i am and there needs to be more representation. Oc can look like whatever you want them to look like but i put height/weight in there already. Okay im sorry im done. Go read!!!!

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Let’s do this one last time.

Hey I’m spider woman or more so called Spider Riot. I’m 5’11, 130lbs. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for 4yrs I’ve been the one and only spider woman of New York on Earth 1214. A year ago I was pulled into the spider-verse. Invited by Jessica Drew and taught by her also. Lets get to the real story.

My best bud and rocker; Hobie Brown or as i call him, Hobs. We met a few months into me being in the verse. Our similar style and life made us super close super fast and we have been inseparable since. “Hey hobs have you seen my guitar pic?” I asked. We was getting ready to rehearse a song and I was desperately looking for my red and black pik i had just a few minutes ago. “Why are you asking me its your stuff” Hobie says lazily strumming on his guitar. I look at him with an annoyed expression. “Wow your really no help you know that?” I say reaching under a couch digging around for my stuff “good” He says reaching behind him “is this it lad” he says holding up my exact pic “ah yes!! Thanks hobs” i say reaching for it and him pulling his hand farther away from my reach. “Gotta give me a kiss first” he says with a smirk on his face “Hardy har har give it hobs” i says snatching it from his hands “i just wanted to know if you would actually do it” he says walking to the back of our rehearsal room. I know that he likes me but I just don’t feel the same. He is a great guy and all but i have my eyes set on someone else… Miguel O’Hara. Miguels was a authoritative 6’7 man who i couldn’t help but fall for.

After rehearsal I, Hobie and a few other bandmates was hanging out in the living area chatting. It was getting late. I do a big yawn and stands up “looks like it’s my time to bounce guys” i say heading towards the door “ill come with you to make sure you get home safely” hobie goes and we both head out the door into the cool night air. We walk into an alleyway and i get out my watch and type in my destination, a portal opens up lighting up the area. “Same time tomorrow?” Hobie goes leaning against a wall “you betcha” i say stepping a foot into the portal. “Actually i need you both at HQ” a hologram of jess pops up behind hobie. “Its late and people have jobs” hobie goes turning around “and those people are not you or her” jess says looking over at me “Get over here asap its important” and with that Jessica’s hologram goes away and i sign “well I guess we have other plans” i go typing in Nueva York destination and Me and Hobie step in disappearing. We arrive at HQ and i immediately goes to throw up into the nearest trashcan. “I will always say this. I. Hate. Portal. Traveling.” I say a sick look on my face. “Well you go to and from my place all the time” hobie goes shoving me a but with his elbow, “yeah because I actually like you and your fun” i go poking his nose the sick feeling leaving my body as we arrive to Miguels ‘office’. We wait what seems like an eternity for miguel platform to lower to us. “By the gods i hate this” I whisper to hobie “I can hear you” Miguel goes as soon as his platform stops. He turns towards us. “How many times do I have to warn you both to cut it out with the constant traveling between earths” He says “In the past 6mths you both have totaled over 12,000 travels. Hobie more than Moxie” Miguel goes pinching the bridge of his nose and putting a hand on his hip. “Where are you going so much hobs” I jokingly say, hobie side eyed me “don’t worry ’bout it” he goes and looks back at Miguel. We watch as Miguel blabbers on about being a superhero and being more responsible. “You are dismissed” Miguel says we both turn around to walk away “Except for you Moxie” He says running a hand over his face. Hobie winks at me and walks away with jess. “What did i do now your highness?” I go rolling my eyes. When i focus back in miguel is standing in front if me. Close enough to reach up and touch. I look up making eye contact with him and feeling smaller than ever under his large frame. “Do you know that hobie is mainly going to your earth?” He says, i talk a gulp of air “No I didn’t. Why are you bringing it up?” I ask taking a step back, miguel puts both hands on his hips “I think you should find out for yourself. And please…please be safe Mox. You two might be friends but who knows what that kid is up to” Miguel goes pointing out into the distance. “Yeah…yeah ill keep an eye out. Thanks” i say feeling a small tingling in my cheeks. I turn to leave, looking back and seeing Miguel walking back to his platform. “Miguel being worried for me…..strange” i think seeing Hobie sitting down and kicking up his feet. We wave at eachother and i do a small run over.

I wake up in a sweat. The dream i just had was so weird and strange. It was miguel and me in a relationship. Laughing. Happy. Drinking coffee. “I hate coffee” I whisper to myself and remembering the numbers i saw in that dream 199786. I slip on my spider suit. Black and red mask with long sleeve arm covers. Cropped red leather jack and half full black and red plaid skirt with thigh high combat boots. Jumping out of my open window and swinging to the rook of my building pulling out my hidden radio, listening to my next thing to do.

After fighting off a villain and rescuing a few kittens from too tall trees im finally free. But the numbers 199786 wont leave my mind. Out of curiosity i Type it into my watch and a portal opens up. Surprised I listen to my radio one more time….silence. I shut it off stepping into the portal and flying away. I land into a version of new york. But not my new york. It’s more minimal and cleaner. I’m on the rook of what would be my building in my earth. And look down and the person i don’t expect to see is… Miguel. I swing down. Hiding behind a car as i watch him enter a corner coffee shop. I look up at the business name Ceces Coffee Cafe. This place closed in my world tears ago. I continued watching running to hid behind a neatly trimmed bush looking through the window at miguel or at least a version of him. This Miguel looks more happy with life and a gleam to his eyes. I watch as he orders a coffee the server face is hidden behind a hat and then they look up…. ME. The server is me. I’m working here and talking to Miguel. “Hey are you okay?” I hear a voice behind me and turn around to see a lady reaching to touch my shoulder. I jump back and swing away to a rooftop. Can’t believing my eyes. I open a portal back to my world. Taking another look back and see Miguel leaving the cafe with a big smile on his face and a coffee in his hand. I quickly exit and land back to my world. I cant tell anyone.

It’s been a few months and every 2-3 weeks I visit ‘myself’ at the shop. Seeing miguel come in and order the same coffee. Its the 4th time ive come to this earth and im sitting in the shop using a black mask and a hat to cover my face a features. Miguel enters and goes right up to ‘me’ and orders. But instead of walking to wait for his coffee he does something else.

“Hey so i know i come here alot and fet the same thing but… i was wondering if you would be interested in grabbing dinner with me sometime” Miguels goes rubbing the back of his neck nervously

The version of me does a small chuckle. “Actually I would like that”

My eyes widen as i watch them exchange numbers and Miguel grabs his coffee and leaves. I quickly gets up and leaves. Turning a corner into an alleyway and opening up a portal. My heart is beating fast and hard. I jump into the portal and land in my room on my bed. Doing a sequel of excitement. “Omg I can’t believe Im going on a date with Miguel o’hara. Well a version of me but STILL” i say to myself. “What are you losing your wits for?” I hear a familiar voice say in my doorway. I look up. Hobie. “Hobs when did you get here?” I say sitting up. “Don’t worry ‘bout it” he says and looks up “where ya go?” He questions leaning against the doorway. “Don’t worry about it” i shoot back at him. He rolls his eyes and walks away into the living room. I follow behind sitting on the couch and watch as he perch himself on my coffee table. “So I’ve been thinking. We work great together” he goes. “Yeah we work pretty good beating bad guys” i say laying down onto the rest of the couch “yea, we’d look even betta together” he says looking at me. I look around and back at him “look hobs. You’re a really good friend and all but im waiting for someone” i say leaning up on my elbows to look at him more. “And that someone will never be ready for you. Why wait when im right here for you now” he goes i sit up fully “it can’t happen hobie. Im sorry. We just do-“ i get cut off from Hobie rushing over and kissing me. The kiss was soft with a little urgency. The cold metal of his lip piercing causing me to shiver a bit. “What was that again?” Hobie goes. I look at him still processing everything. Hobie leans in kissing down my neck. I put a hand on his shoulder “no please let me show you how much i care” He goes and looks at me. We make eye contact and i nod my head. Hobie moves down to the floor. And gently spreads my legs as he plants kisses along my underwear through my skirt. I let out a small gasp when I feel his tongue pushing into my underwear and into my area. I watch as his head comes up and we stare into eachother eyes as he pulls off my underwear. He lowers back in and continues to kiss my area. Eventually he sticks his tongue in and uses a free hand to rub my clit. I gasp and let out a small moan. “Youre so wet” i do a small hum as he proceeds to lick and suck my area. His left hand that was previously on my thigh grabs a boob and massages it for a bit before it goes down and two fingers plunge into my softly. I let out another moan. “Yeah you like that right?” The sounds of his sucking and my wetness fills the room. I’m getting close snd his fingers picks up the pace a little faster. “There we go” he says and i arch my back and do a not so loud moan. He kisses between my legs and removes his fingers. Getting a paper towel to wipe them clean. I’m panting looking up at the ceiling. “What have i done?” I think to myself. I quickly put on my underwear and hobie is walking back to me. “What ya thi-“ he says before i cut him off “go” i say “what? I-“ he stutters “JUST GO HOBIE. Please. I need time to process this” i say almost shouting at him. I hear a shuffle before a portal opens behind and he’s gone. I curl up into a ball and cry silently. Things are going to be so different from now on. Slowly i drift into sleep. Somehow my tear stained cheeks comfort me a bit.

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“Hey. HEY WAKE UP!!” I shot up from my sleep jessica’s holographic voice yelling at me. “Yeah! Yeah! What is it?” I ask yawning and rubbing my eyes. Looking up at her. “Miguel wants you at HQ” she says crossing her arms. “Okay, okay just let me get ready and ill be out there” i say getting up “yeah yeah. Shuuutt up” she says before leaving.

I arrive at HQ doing my usual throwing up my insides and talking to a few spiders. Eventually I arrive. “You called miguel” i say kinda afraid of why im here “yeah. Jess leave the room and shit the door make sure noone comes in…or out” his eyes shoot me a glare. I gulp and watch jess leaves. Miguel stands and looks at me “how are your portal travels?” He says “umm good good. Haven’t really been going anywhere except for hobies place” i say playing with my hands “really. Because i see you’ve been going to a unusual PLACE!!” Miguel says and jump down from his platform. “Umm what you mean?” I say taking a step back “you know exactly what I mean” he says walking up me me “Haha funny joke. Nice one you got me!!” I say nervously stepping back until my back hits a object and Miguel towers over me “Dont play dumb and stupid with me. What is earth 199786? And how do you know about it” he says “i don’t know. I’ve only been there a few times” i say “i saw it in a dream and it stuck with me” i say trying to move away. Miguel uses him arms to trap me in on both sides, he leans in closer, whispering in my ear “I know all about your little secret moxie” he says “You do?” I go shaking a bit. Both in fear and arousal. “Yeah and I know what you want” he goes. I feel his hand grab my waist as he pulls me closer to me. He pulls his head away and looks down at me. I gulp “you do?” I ask again “yeah. This!” He goes before he kisses me. In shock i push him off me. We stare at eachother for -5 seconds before i throw myself onto him and we continue kissing. I run my hands through his hair and he gives a small chuckle. “I work very hard on my hair” he goes as i bite down on his lip a bit and go “well looks like you’re gonna have to work hard again” we continue kissing and he starts using his hands to make me grind on his clothed member. I reach down to remove my underwear and immediately i feel his hand in between my legs. His thick long finger plunging into me “Youre so wet” he goes and i moan a little louder as he sucks on my neck. He removes his fingers putting them on his mouth sucking on what’s left of me. He takes my shirt and rip it open “don’t worry ill get you a nee one” he says into my ear. His suit retracts and he is bare in front of me. He taps my thigh a couple of times signaling me to jump up. I obliged he uses one hand to hold me up and the other to position himself. “This is going to hurt a bit sweetheart” slowly he moves into me. I wince a little from how big he is. He starts off slow. My juices covering his length now allowing him to slip in easier and faster. I moan loudly and bite his shoulder “Yeah you like that right?” He goes i lean my head back and we kiss. He start picking up the pace hammering into me. The feeling of his balls hitting my butt turns me on even more. I feel us moving as he walks over to a table like area and lays me down on it. Taking one leg and putting it on his shoulder and using a hand to cup my breast. The bee position allowing him to go deeper and faster. I put a hand on his bicep to hold myslef in place “oh god miguel faster” i say “There we go” he says as he lowers my leg and put both arms by my shoulders to hold me in place as he ruthlessly pounds into me. Our skin slapping rapidly and echoing in the large room. “Oh fuck. Miguel. Im close” i moan. He lowers himself onto me and rest his head in the corner of my neck, panting loudly and letting out few groans to curses. “Fuck!! I want to cum in you” He says as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up a bit. The new position causing us both to moan and he sloppily kisses me. “Please do. Please miguel” i say in the heat of the moment. He looks at me to thrust into me a few times before I felt the warm rish of his cum paint my walls. I orgasmed and my legs shake he thrust into me slowly as we both come down from the intense moment. He slips off and kisses my forehead. “Go and shower I’ll go get you a new shirt” He goes as his suit materializes back onto him.

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-The next day-

I happily skip into HQ to see miguel of course. Me and Hobie still haven’t talk but i plan to fix that. I see Miguel talking to jess and Ben and kiss him on the cheek. “Hey miggy” i say cheerfully He looks at me with cold eyes and back at jess and ben “excuse me for a moment” he gently shoves me out of earshot of the two “what the hell are you doing?” He asks “what you mean? Im just giving my future boyfriend a kiss” I giggle. He closes his eyes and sign’s before opening them again and looks at me. “Im not your future anything. We had a one night stand” he says looking away “what! No last night was very intimate. You made loved to me!” I go “No. i fucked you. I was stressed and you was there. Like i said i knew all about your visit to earth 199786. Those versions of ourselves dating. Well thats not going to happen between us okay, i filled your fantasy and you you helped me out” he says. He pats me on my shoulder before walking back to jess and ben. I felt the tears form and fall as I quickly typed in my home and left. Running to my room and into my bed crying into my pillow. “Im always here if you need me.” I hear behind me, i turn around, Hobie. “And im sorry for what i did. It was stupid and i wont ever do it again” he goes and sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up and hug him tight. “Im sorry for doing that to you hobs. You’re all I could ever ask for” i say He wraps his arms around me and I silently cry into his shirt, he says “Dont worry about it Big steppa. I could never hate you”

End.

Note: My thumb kinda hurts now. Anyways what you think? Should moxie stay with hobie or should she go back to Miguel who cant decide his feelings for anyone. Also did you pay attention to the smut details i did using the same words that hobie used with moxie and had Miguel also use them to get a different reaction from Moxie. Anyways. Dont steal. I only posted this fic on tumblr and nowhere else. I hope you enjoyed it. Rock on!

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starcrossedxwriter · 7 months

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Wicked Fantasies Part 7 (MBJ x OC)

Warnings: harassment, public sex, the usual BDSM warnings apply heavilyyyy lol

A/N: Umm this is a fun one! Mostly fluff with a little drama lol We're getting into the holiday spirit with a couple time jumps so enjoyyy!

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“I have a surprise for you,” Michael whispered, chuckling as Raven tucked herself deeper into the covers.

They had been out at a party until late and then Michael proceeded to have his way with her at his condo until the wee hours of the morning. Her body still ached from the suspension ropes he hung her from for over an hour. It was her first introduction into true restraints and bondage and she enjoyed it far more than she thought she would. And now, all she and her limbs wanted to do was burrow in her covers and sleep all day.

“Is the surprise a hot bath?” she called, her words still muffled by the heavy duvet cover.

“Nah.”

“Ok well then I hate surprises,” she mumbled, causing Michael to laugh.

“Come on, this is a fun one. I promise!”

She groaned and dramatically flopped the covers from over her face and pouted. “I was a really good girl last night and this is my reward? Being woken up at ungodly hours?”

Michael raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his Apple Watch. “It’s 10 am, baby.”

Her heart fluttered at the word baby, her eyes casting downward as she tried to limit the smile that wanted to bloom on her lips. She still was not used to it yet. To the world and everyone around them, nothing had changed. But for them, everything had changed. They were a real couple, bonafide and no longer faking or pretending. There was a new intimacy to it that she had not expected. And freedom. It was so clear to her now how much both of them had been holding back, how muted what they felt for each other truly was before. Because now, they could both experience the full breadth of their love for each other, could express it and receive it. And it made both of them wonder if they had ever experienced true romantic love before each other. Because this was everything and so much more.

Everything felt lighter and easier. And yet, Raven could not help but feel like there was a dark cloud looming over them, a deep-seeded fear that everything she felt would be taken away. Perhaps she was just worried that, even if they were telling the truth about their romance now, they had started off as a lie. It did not seem like the steadiest of foundations. However, she chose to brush those fears aside. They were just her doubts and insecurities talking. She had never felt for a man like she felt for Michael, never felt so loved by someone. It felt good and she realized she never knew true happiness until now. Sure, there had been times when she was happy. But pure uninhibited bliss? That was only a state Michael could bring out in her.

“So what’s this big surprise?” She asked as she stretched her body long in the bed before sliding out.

Her slippers shuffled against the floor as she made her way to his bathroom to get ready for the day.

“Wouldn’t be a big surprise if I told you now, would it?”

“I hate you,” she grumbled, though the smile on her face let him know that was a complete and utter lie.

“You weren’t sayin’ that last night… in fact, I distinctly remember making you scream the exact opposite,” he mused as his fingers played with the delicate thin strap of her night gown as he moved it to the side to press delicate kisses against her warm skin. “Over and over and over again. Maybe I need to give you a refresher.”

She smirked and decided to play the brat, excited for where the experience could take her. “Seems like the first lesson didn’t stick… not a very effective teacher it seems, Mr. Jordan.”

Michael chuckled. “You’re gon’ regret that shit. But lucky for you, we gotta get to the house soon so I ain’t got time to put you in your place. But tonight, that ass is mine.”

Raven clenched her thighs together and grinned. Of course, he was not too foolish to not realize that was the exact outcome she wanted.

The pair listened to music as they got dressed in comfortable clothes and drove over to Michael’s family’s house. Everyone was there, hot chocolate and breakfast waiting. The entire entry way was filled with bins and boxes of ornaments, decorations, and trees.

“What’s all this?”

Michael smiled. “Well ma don't let December 1 pass without ensuring the house is decorated so figured you could help us out this year. I remember you tellin’ me your grandma would let you decorate her tree and thought you might like it.”

Raven felt everything inside her melt and her eyes well up with tears. He seemed to remember literally everything she told him.

“Y-Yea I would like that,” she offered, her throat tight as she tried not to cry.

“Don’t cry, Rae,” he laughed, pulling her into a hug. “It was supposed to make you happy.”

“I am happy,” she whispered pitifully as her tears stained his sweater.

“My cute crybaby,” he kissed her on the top of her head. “Ok, no tears on decorating day or moms’ll never let you live it down. Come on.”

Raven laughed and wiped them away before following him into the kitchen. Everyone greeted her with hugs and smiles. All of them joked around and talked as they ate the delicious breakfast Michael’s mom prepared. Raven felt as if she had gained 10 pounds since spending more time at Michael’s house.

“Ok baby girl,” Michael gestured toward the many decorations in his foyer. “You get to be creative director. We got four trees.”

Raven’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Four trees??”

“One in here, one in the living room, one upstairs and then one in the basement.”

Raven let out a breathy chuckle as she took in his matter of fact tone, as if to say everyone had enough space for four trees.

She studied the available decorations before pulling all of them out and sectioning them off. And before she knew it, Christmas music blared on the speakers and the troops went to work, decorating all four trees. Michael and Raven were in charge of the second largest one in his family room, Raven needing a ladder to decorate the full thing.

The pair had a ball decorating, Michael thoroughly amused at Raven’s strong opinions on how to fluff out a fake tree. She had a professional eye for detail that he had not expected as she worked. But there was a playfulness to all of it, a joy that made him thankful he went this route instead of his usual. She sang loudly with the music playing, knowing every word to every song that came on. And her entire body practically bounced around as they finished their tree and she went to go help with the others.

By the time they finished dinner and stowed away all the extra decorations and cleaned up, they were exhausted. Everyone else had gone to bed, leaving Michael and Raven on his couch with cups of hot chocolate, spiked to Michael’s preference, and a movie playing in the background.

Raven could barely look at the movie though as her eyes kept traveling to the two trees that were within eyesight and all the random Christmas decorations they had spread across his house. She felt as if she had stepped into a winter wonderland.

“You did a great job as creative director,” he whispered as he watched her eyes study the tree Raven was in charge of. “Still mad at this surprise?”

It was beautiful, decorated in soft colors of white, rose, and gold with small white lights. It was not the pristine and perfectly symmetrical tree he usually had in his living room, towering and professionally decorated to the point that it could have been in a magazine. No, every aspect of the 11 ft tree was done painstakingly, in Michael’s opinion, by hand. But something about it was more beautiful than any other Christmas tree he had ever had as an adult. It was crafted with love and attention and care, it was homey and perfect.

She smiled. “No, you were right… It was a fun one. But I know you usually hire someone to do it.”

“Who told you that?”

“Your dad accidentally let it slip,” she chuckled. “It’s not as good as a real decorator could do. Not as… refined or perfect,” she scoffed, bowing her head, her own insecurities seeping in. That was her too… not refined enough or good enough to be on the arm of someone like him, to be in his life in this way. He could call her his girlfriend but her doubt about whether she deserved the designation still lingered like weeds.

His finger lifted her eyes back to his. “It’s perfect… exactly what the house needed but didn’t realize.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think we’re talkin’ about trees anymore.”

“Don’t think we ever were,” he winked at her.

Silence fell over them as they cuddled on the couch. Michael stared down at her, wondering if this was finally his chance. There was so much he still wanted to know about her, so much she revealed but still kept from him. He understood it but he wanted to consume every little thing there was to know about her, even the things that were hard to share. He wanted to help her carry her baggage or help her unpack it and set it down where she could.

And there was one thing, one story, that she kept from him as much as she could. The one major thing about her life he still did not have the answer to but desperately wanted it.

“You ever gon’ tell me?” He asked quietly as Raven shifted so she was leaning her back against his chest.

“Tell you what?” She threw him a confused glance. He knew everything worth knowing about her.

“Why you stopped writing? You said you’d tell me one day.”

Her face fell. She was not sure where she thought the conversation was going to go but it was not there. She supposed she was not going to be able to keep it a secret forever, particularly not when she revealed it to the whole dinner table at Thanksgiving by accident.

“Not that interesting of a story, I’m afraid.” She tried to downplay it as she shifted uncomfortably. And it wasn’t, half the women she knew had a story like hers, varying degrees of awfulness but the story was unfortunately common.

“Then tell me.” At her silence, he amended. “You don’t have to tell me anything, Rae. I just… want to know everything about you and if you’re up for sharing, I wanna hear it.”

She sat up and turned to face him, her nails tapping against the ceramic mug as she brought her legs beneath her.

“Just your typical ‘men ain’t shit’ story.” At his confused glance, she elaborated. “The first editor I had at my publisher was a woman and she was amazing. Worked with her on my first book and it was great. By the time it came out, we were starting to edit and refine the second and I had signed my contract for it. And… she had a baby and decided to be a stay at home mom. My new editor, this guy… he was good, great at his job. Nice enough to be unsuspecting and unassuming. But I could tell… well, I could tell he was attracted to me? Or liked me, you know? But I ignored it, figured as long as he didn’t try anything, it wouldn’t be a problem. One night, we were working late on his edits for the book and he… made a pass at me.”

Michael’s eyes immediately darkened as if he knew exactly where the story was headed. She could immediately feel a shift in his whole demeanor, his outrage wafted off of him. And something about it was incredibly sexy… that he was so angry for her.

She smiled. “Relax… you can put Killmonger back in his cage,” she teased with a soft smile. “He didn’t do that. I said no a-and he pushed, but I held firm. I’m not above using my body to get what I want… that much is obvious but I like for it to be my choice, not some asshole taking it away from me. Anyway, finally, he accepted that no meant no so we called it a night and I went home. All he had done was make me uncomfortable, he hadn’t hurt me or anything, so I figured he would just apologize and we’d both move on. A week later, my agent called and said that they weren’t gonna move forward with my book. I was no longer a fit for their publishing house.”

Michael could still hear the pain and frustration that had been caused in her voice, despite her best efforts to keep the tone light.

“The contract I signed after I submitted the draft gave them distribution rights for three years so I got a year and some change to go. I tried to think of new ideas, you know, write other stuff in the meantime but he blacklisted me from damn near every publishing house worth anything. So my agent dropped me. And then I was… just too tired to write anything after that. Like he had just taken all of life for it out of me?” She paused for a moment before continuing. “I was hoping to use the time to save up to eventually self publish the second one when I can but my family’s made that difficult,” she chuckled. “So yea… doing my 3 year bid and then I’ll be free. It won’t make me the same amount of money, but there’s freedom in self-publishing I guess. Being your own boss.”

“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He figured it was something along those lines but it did not make it any easier to hear.

She shrugged. “No, they don’t. But what can I say? I’m a magnet for shitty people.” Her tone attempted to lighten the mood but it fell flat. “Or… I dunno… too trusting of people who haven’t earned it,” she mused. “But if I wasn’t so trusting, I wouldn’t be here… with you. And I would’ve hated to miss out on this.”

“I’d like to believe God would’ve helped us find our way to each other without you having to go through trauma and concussions,” he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Yea maybe. But without all that, I wouldn’t be the woman you love.”

“How do you do that?” Michael asked quietly.

“What?”

“Find the silver lining in everything? One bad breakup had me showin’ my entire ass for years and you… you’ve seen the worst people have to offer. How do you even trust people after all this?”

Raven smiled and shifted so she could straddle his hips and sit in his lap. “It’s not easy… and some days, it feels like it’s not worth it. But… you remember Monique, that dancer I told you about? Well, my first night at the club was a fuckin’ disaster. I was 18, hella green and hella naive. I made like nothing in tips cause I sucked.” Michael loved how she laughed with her whole body as she reminisced on her memories. “And this drunk asshole tried to follow me out to my car and tried to get me to go home with him. Monique rolled up like a knight in shining armor and punched him square in the face. She gave me half her tips for the night and the next day, offered to teach me some moves and some fighting moves in case that ever happened again. The point is… For every terrible person I’ve come across that wanted to do me harm, I’ve run into someone who reminded that there’s more good out there than I know… as fuckin’ cliche as that sounds. So I just hold onto that. Just don’t… don’t ever want to be jaded? Let someone have the power to steal the inherent qualities that make me… me? No one should have that much power, you know?”

“One of the many things I love about you,” he whispered, tugging on her arm so she was in his lap.

Hearing the word love on his lips made her heart flutter every single time. Deep down in her soul she felt it in every way.

She rested her hands on his chest. “One of the ways? I’m that amazing??” She joked, causing him to shake his head.

“Yea. You are that amazing. How about we take our drinks upstairs and I can tell you all the ways?” He leaned in and nipped at her earlobe with his teeth causing an ache between her legs to grow.

“I’d rather you show me.”

“That’s a given, baby.”

***

Michael spied behind a bookshelf as Raven interacted with the young students filling the plush seating of the library’s gathering space. His heart wanted to burst as she talked to the students. He knew she only fell into this job as a result of a shitty situation but she was making the best of it. And he could not help but think that perhaps this was truly her calling in addition to writing. The kids seemed to love her and she seemed to love them back, all of their faces in bright smiles.

And for the first time, he found himself wondering what she would be like as a mom. And what their kids would be like. Michael always wanted kids but he figured it would not be in the cards for him any time soon. However, Raven made him want to think about that, and want to think about a future. And now, he saw those additional grandkids his mom wanted so badly as clear as day.

He counted, the club had almost 50 kids in it. They all looked like they ranged in age from middle school aged to seniors in high school.

“I got something for y’all,” she reached behind her and pulled out a couple of boxes of neatly wrapped gift bags. “It isn’t much but… what’s our last book club meeting before the holidays without a gift??”

The kids cheered as they all leapt out of their seats. Even he was curious as to what the gift could be. She had not even mentioned it to him.

He could tell they were personalized in some way as she handed them out one by one, checking each gift tag to make sure each kid got the right gift. She instructed the kids to wait to rip into them. Though it was clear that was a chore for most of them. Once the last kid, who Michael recognized as Jamal who he had met once before, had his in hand, stuffing paper started to fly.

Each kid pulled out a glittering sliver book embosser, a different book, and a handwritten card from Raven.

“What is it?” One of the girls in the class asked as she pushed her wide framed glasses up higher on her nose.

“You know those stickers that go on Oprah’s book club books?” All the kids nodded. “It’s like that but with your names and a bit more fun. It’s like a stamp you can put in the first page of your books. Y’all are all starting your own library collections, should have something that makes them a bit more unique. And the books are ones I think each of you would like. And the card is just a note from me ahead of the new year.”

“It’s kinda old school but cool. Like something vintage,” another girl offered as she tested out the embosser.

“Yea it’s like a typewriter or some shit. That’s dope, that’s dope,” Jamal remarked as he tested his out on the book in front of him.

Michael had to stifle his own laughter so as not to give himself away as Raven facepalmed herself and laughed.

“Like a typewriter. Wow. How old do y’all think I am??”

“You really want us to answer that?”

She shook her head immediately. “You know what… Point taken. Well I hope y’all like them and they aren’t too too old-school,” she offered with a smile as the group started to mutter excitedly to themselves as they tested out their new gadgets on their books.

“It isn’t much but just wanted to do something small to say Merry Christmas.” She glanced at the clock. “Oh I didn’t even see the time. Aight, we gotta wrap up, I’m sure some of your parents’ve been waiting outside for a while.” At their groans, she merely shook her head. “We are well past our hour and y’all aren’t gonna get me in trouble with your parents.”

She ushered the younger kids and some siblings to the door, each of their parents greeting her and chatting for a few moments before they walked their kids out to their cards or toward the street.

At that point, only a small group of older kids remained. “Alright, you know the drill - text me when you get home and stay in your groups, please.”

“We ain’t babies.”

“Yea and we all live like 5 minutes from here,” the girl with glasses remarked.

“I know y’all are basically grown. But humor me please. If one of you got hurt or lost, it’d take literal years off my life. You’re really doing it for my sanity over anything else,” she reasoned.

Raven got along with the kids so well because she was an adult they could relate to and trust but even she had to put on the hat of responsible adult occasionally, much to their collective chagrin. And that meant ensuring every kid made it the few blocks, bus ride, or into the car to get home.

“Yes, Ms. T.” All of their disgruntled murmurs filled the library as they headed out the door in small groups depending on where they lived. Thankfully, they were all friends so she knew they’d look out for each other.

“You can come outta hiding now,” she called, seemingly to no one in particular.

“Busted?” Michael asked as he emerged from the shelves to stare at her, an amused expression painted on her face.

“Yep… caught a glimpse of you scurrying behind that bookshelf. Better be glad the kids didn’t see you. You’re more than one of their celebrity crushes. They would’ve been all over you for a picture or a story or a reel or whatever they do on social these days.”

Michael let out a barking laugh. “You sound like an old lady.”

“I am an old lady… proudly,” she laughed. “And they know it too.”

“Those were sweet gifts you got them.”

She smiled. “Thanks. Despite well… everything, Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Everyone’s so caught up in the spirit and giving. It wasn’t much but I hoped it would put a smile on one of two of their faces. Did you hear them call me old school?? Super offensive,” she chuckled.

“Hella offensive.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Language, Mr. Jordan,” she winked at him playfully.

“You gonna discipline me, Ms. Turner?” He asked, closing the space between them, his breath tickling the skin on her neck as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Raven felt her whole body flush with heat. Fuck. For some foolish reason, she had worried the spark between them would fade once they settled into the normalcy and mundaneness of a real relationship. However, it had been the exact opposite. Somehow, everything he did only heightened her emotions and desire for him. She thought it was overwhelming before? Well, now it was all consuming and blinding.

“Maybe you should take me home and find out?” She whispered.

“What if I want to find out here?”

“Then I’d have to remind you that this is a public library… with cameras everywhere.”

He glanced around. “Come on, I bet you know one spot that ain’t got cameras, baby girl. I vaguely remember you saying you wanted to live out some fantasies. You gonna tell me sex in public ain’t one of them?”

Her eyes darkened with lust. She knew he knew that he had her. It was most certainly one, one of the more sinful ones she would admit. But it lacked practicality.

“This isn’t just in public, babe. This is my job,” she reminded him, her resolve growing weaker with every word. And he knew it.

“That makes it even more fun. Come on, baby. You know you want me to fuck you senseless in one of these shelves, want me to make you beg to come right here.”

Fucking hate him, she thought to herself. Her panties were soaked.

She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the second floor, to a small far corner that she knew had no cameras in the vicinity. It also was ominously dark as some of the overhead lights had gone out earlier that week. She knew the library was utterly deserted and there was absolutely no chance of them getting caught, but still it made her nervous. But she supposed that was the entire point.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this…” she mumbled, more to herself than Michael. Not that having sex at work or in public had not been on her list of things to one day do. She did not think it would be this particular job.

“Relax and enjoy it,” he whispered in her ear before he pushed her forward, forcing her upper body against the cold wooden table in the corner.

She hissed slightly as the cold material touched her bare arms. She could already tell what this was going to be: quick and dirty… and her favorite: rough. His touch always had a gentleness to it, which she appreciated. However, she loved it when he was rough, when he left a mark to remind her whose exactly she was.

“You gon’ be quiet for me?”

“Yes.”

She yelped as a hard smack fell across her ass as he pushed her skirt up to her waist.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. But if that was any indication, don’t think you’re gonna keep quiet so…”

Before Raven could even react, Michael ripped her panties clean from her body and stuffed them into her mouth as a makeshift gag. The quickness of it, the bite of the material against her skin, and the mere act of being forced to taste herself made her moan. But it worked, the sound was muffled.

“That’s much better. And don’t let them fall out or I’ll light that ass up, understand?”

She nodded fervently. Her body shuddered as he wiped a finger over her clit.

“So wet for me.” He sucked her juices off his finger and moaned lightly. “You taste so good, baby girl.”

She wanted to say thank you or beg but she couldn’t, not with her panties muffling her voice.

She let out a guttural moan as he filled her in one stroke, the angle of the low table allowing him to get deep. One hand pushed her back deeper into the table as she squirmed. His strokes were deep and guttural, each one ending with jolt to her g spot.

He was not making love to her, he was not gentle. This was pure fucking, fast and furious and uninhibited and she loved it. Everything in her wanted to scream but she could not. But her muffled low moans filled the small space as he settled into a rhythm.

“You gon’ cum on this dick, you disgusting slut??”

She could only force her head up enough to nod slightly before falling back against the table. She did not even feel the pain of her thighs banging into the table with every thrust because she was so focused on him. The power of his thighs slamming against hers, the pressure of one had at the base of her neck while the other bit into the meat of her hip.

Where they were became irrelevant, the nervousness she felt about that fell away as every sense in her body focused on him and only him and the pleasure he so graciously provided her.

Her eyes screwed shut as waves of pleasure hit her with the force of a train. Usually she had time to warm up and prepare herself but not today. Today, she was merely a vessel for him to get off and she loved every second of it.

“Fuck… that’s it baby. Cum on this dick.” Michael was in heaven as her pussy clenched around him. He usually could last far longer than this but his body seemed to understand the point of a quickie. And so it did not take long for him to feel himself reaching the peak.

He groaned and held onto her tightly as he filled her with his cum, part of him wanting to collapse next to her. He leaned over her for a few moments to catch his breath before staggering back from her as he pulled his briefs and pants back up and righted himself.

Raven propped herself up on her elbows after letting her panties fall from her mouth. She glanced back at him with an incredulous look on her face as if she was still shocked that they just did that. Which made them both burst out into laughter.

“Well that was… definitely one for the books,” she remarked as she sat up and turned around. She leaned against the table, her panties bunched up in her hand, she gestured toward them. “That was a nice addition, Mr. Jordan. Seems like you punished me more than I did you though.”

“Eh you can punish me later, how about that?” He kissed her on the forehead before fishing her panties out of her hand and pushing them into his pocket with a wink. “Think I’ll keep those for the rest of the night. You can’t put ‘em back on.”

“Whose there??” An older man’s voice rang out causing both of them to scurry to fully right their clothing.

Raven cleared her throat as Michael helped her adjust her top and she emerged from the bookshelves.

“I-It’s just me, Mr. Robinson!”

She waved at the elderly black man who was clearly maintenance staff.

“Ms. Turner! Figured it was you. Whatchu doin’ here so late? Book club ended a while ago?”

Raven smiled and nodded. She grabbed Michael and pulled him out of the shelves. “My boyfriend came to pick me up and got distracted giving him a tour. This is Michael,” she gestured at the star, the older man’s eyes growing big. “This is Mr. Robinson.”

“How you doin’ man? I’m a big fan!” He offered, shaking Michael’s hand. “Cynthia called earlier and said some lights up here were out so I just came to fix ‘em before tomorrow.”

“Thank you, we really appreciate that. Well, it’s all yours. We were just looking at books and joking around, we’ll get out of your way.” She jerked her head toward the door, gesturing for Michael to follow her. However, when she reached the steps, she turned back. “Oh and Mr. Robinson?”

The man seemed to have a knowing look on his face. “Didn’t see anyone here when I came through, you were just finishin’ up as I was comin’ in.” He winked at her before waving them on their way.

They made quick work of grabbing Raven’s bag and materials before scurrying out the door, the pair both busting out into laughter as they climbed into Michael’s SUV.

“That was a close one,” she remarked. “Ok that was fun but definitely no more job sex.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it,” he teased.

She gently shoved him back into his seat as she chuckled. “Shut upppppp. Whew I’m exhausted, can’t wait to knock out.”

Michael patted his thigh, Raven laying down across the seat so she could sleep. It was a bit of a trek to his house from her neighborhood so Raven closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft music that played as Allen drove them home.

“Do you miss it?”

“Hm?” Raven asked, needing further clarification of what he was asking.

“Do you miss writing? Or does this… the kids fill that void?”

Raven thought about it for a moment, realizing she had never really let herself think too much about it or miss it that much. “Umm… yea, I try not to… try not to think about it. But I miss it a lot. It was my dream and I love these kids… don’t get me wrong. They are amazing and I have so much fun with them. But it doesn’t fill the void? Just makes the void a bit more bearable.”

His hand ran through her blow out for a few moments before nodding and allowing silence to fall over them. Soon her gentle snores filled the car as Michael thought long and hard about what she said. He reached into his pocket, careful not to jolt the sleeping woman beneath him and opened his text thread with Alex.

Michael: hey, need two favors

Alex: Don’t you always?

Michael: ha ha. Need you to find me a contact at Hatchett & Perkins Publishing house? Like in legal or licensing or somethin

Alex: Let me guess… this favor is not so you can write a memoir?

Michael: of course not.

Alex: Give me till tomorrow and I’ll send you a name & email. Favor #2?

Michael: You got any friends that rep authors?

Alex: Yep.

Michael: Find me one that reps fantasy. Preferably black women if you know them

Alex: Done.

Michael let his phone fall onto his other thigh before he leaned back and smiled to himself. He was about to give her the Christmas of a lifetime.

***

Christmas Day

Raven stretched lazily, the smell of cinnamon rolls wafting up to Michael’s bedroom through the cracked bedroom door. She lazily rolled over, surprised to find his spot empty. She groped in the bed for her phone, squinting to read the time. 8 am.

Too early, she huffed as she threw the covers back over her head. They had been up past midnight partaking in the Jordans’ Christmas Eve traditions. They drank, watched a Christmas movie - this year was Michael’s turn to choose and he chose Jim Carey’s the Grinch much to Raven’s excitement - and opened one present each.

There was a mountain of them under the tree. She had spent days helping Michael wrap them all. He had intended to have them sent out to be professionally wrapped but Raven put a stop to that nearly immediately. Similar to tree decorating, she thought there was something impersonal about having a professional do it. So she spent an entire Saturday wrapping all of his presents for his family, he hid hers from her much to her chagrin, and she had a ball doing it. His dining table looked like a disaster when she was done but each one looked perfect, his girl using different color wrapping paper for each member of the family.

Raven had truly improved the whole Christmas holiday for the entire household, reminding him that just because money could buy some conveniences did not mean it should. He also just loved her childlike excitement and joy around the season that seemed endless. She was constantly humming a Christmas song under her breath, her singing voice was not half bad though she did not agree.

She never much cared for Christmas herself. She loved the spirit and energy it brought for others but there was nothing special about it for her. No traditions or joyous memories to hold on to. But Michael went out of his way to help her create some with his family and she loved him dearly for it.

She had dozed off again when a familiar voice woke her up.

“Come on sleepyhead. It’s present time,” she heard a singsongy voice call out that made her groan. “Five seconds or I’ll tackle you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” She called out, her voice muffled under the thick comforter.

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three…”

“Two…”

Raven let out a shriek as she felt Michael’s heavy body land on her. His fingers attempted to tickle her sides, forcing laughter and her face to emerge from the covers.

“Fine, fine. I yield! I yield! I yield!” She cried out.

At her words, he gripped her hips and flipped them over so she was straddling his waist. He grabbed a Santa hat he discarded on the bed and plopped into her head. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” she leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“Get dressed, we’re opening presents at 9.”

She nodded. “Alrighty. I’ll just start breakfast while y’all do that.”

“You’re opening presents too.”

“You gave me mine last night?” And it was gorgeous, a set of diamond earrings that she was honestly afraid to ever wear.

“You thought I only got you one present??”

She laughed, not understanding. “Well, I only got you one present!”

“That’s fine. Hell, you could just put a bow on yourself and I would be happy. I got everything I could ever need or want. But you have presents under the tree from everyone and everyone has a present from you and us. Get dressed.”

At her shocked expression, Michael figured that she was not used to getting many, if any gifts. However, he decided to keep the mood light and playful.

“You surprised? You been naughty this year or somethin’? Expectin’ a lump of coal?”

She offered him a sly grin. “Oh I’ve been real naughty. But somethin’ tells me that being naughty got me more presents from Santa than being nice would’ve.”

“You damn right, girl.”

She let out a cackle and rolled her eyes before sliding out of bed to get dressed. Before she knew it, the entire family was surrounded by an explosion of wrapping paper and stacks of gifts.

Raven loved all of her gifts from Michael’s family. They gave her a lot of books and gadgets for writers and readers but she loved all of them. She imagined that was all they really knew about her but she appreciated that they put effort and thought into it.

“Ok, baby girl. Last one from me,” Michael handed her a box with a neat bow around it. The rest of the family had dispersed to get dressed for the day and for brunch, leaving the couple in the living room surrounded by everyone’s presents.

“Baby…” she let out a playful whine. Most of her gifts had come for Michael and while they were all sweet and thoughtful, she knew they had cost him an arm and a leg. Another first edition book, a gorgeous Chloe tote bag for her to take to work, and more jewelry than she knew what to do with. It made her gift feel measly in comparison but she had done her best. “You already got me so much. Don’t need anything else.”

He shook his head. “Well, this is the gift that matters.”

She paused. “Well I have yours upstairs… I just wanted to give it to you when we were alone. Wanna go up there and exchange?”

He nodded, both of them heading up to his room with bright grins on their faces. She sat her gift down on the bed while she went into her stuff and pulled out a small book.

She held it close to her chest, taking a deep breath. “It’s not much… I d-didn’t know what to get a man who has well… everything a person could want. But I thought, well, maybe you’d like this. O-or at least you’d give me an A for effort,” she chuckled. “But if you hate it, I totally understand. You don’t gotta pretend if you don’t like it.”

Michael raised an eyebrow and laughed, closing the space between them. “Why don’t you let me see it before you decide that I don’t like it? Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

She nodded and held out the small book to him. It looked like a professionally printed book, with a beautiful but simple black and gold cover.

The title read: The Fall by Raven Turner

Michael opened the first page, which read:

It’s not much but you were the first person in a long time to make me want to pick up my figurative pen again. And this was the result: a story dedicated to every moment of the greatest fall of my life. I love you.

Raven

“You wrote me a book?” He asked quietly as he examined it in his hands.

She nodded. “Y-You like it?”

He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “I more than like it. This is the best gift anyone’s ever gotten me!”

He peppered her face with kisses that made her giggle. “You sure? My other option was like a watch or something…”

He laughed. “Total waste of money. This is more valuable to me than 100 Rolexes. Thank you. I’ll read it tonight.”

Nothing would have taken the smile off her face.

“Now it’s your turn,” he urged as he sat his gift on his bedside table.

Raven sat on his bed as she gently ripped the bow off and opened the box to find an envelope inside. It was odd, Raven could not possibly understand what the gift could be.

She ripped open the envelope to reveal a plane ticket and hotel reservation to a resort in Thailand.

“Y-You’re serious?? Thailand??”

“Wanted to ring in our first New Years together somewhere special.”

“Babe… this is…”

“Exactly what you deserve. I have a feeling next year is gonna be your best year yet and I think we should usher it in with some style.” He had more than just a feeling, as long as his real surprise was wrapped up by their trip, it would surely be her best year yet.

She laughed, wiping her tears away. “This is most certainly style. Thank you. I love it.”

“I’m glad you do cause we leave tomorrow night.”

Her mouth dropped open. “W-what?? Babe I gotta get my hair done… a wax, my nails! These aren’t vacation nails…” she glanced down at her beautiful but very Christmas themed nail set.

“You think I’d book you a trip to Thailand and not take care of everything?” His face scrunched up in a faux annoyance that made her chuckle. “You’re in for a day of pampering tomorrow while Jason picks out pieces and has his team pack for you. I plan on having you naked for most of the next two weeks so you ain’t gonna need much clothes.”

“And work?”

“You’d be surprised what a handsome face and nice smile will get you,” he remarked with a shrug.

She stood and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You’re you. That’s all it takes.”

She smiled and kissed him again. She glanced at the bed, lust curling in her belly.

“How long before your family comes looking for us?”

She shrieked and laughed as he gently pushed her down on his bed.

“Long enough for me to make you cum at least twice.”

***

Raven was thankful their bungalow at this resort was fairly distant from the others as Michael seemed committed to making her scream over and over and over again for the last five days. She had seen very little of the resort aside from when they emerged for dinner. They had a private pool and private access to the beach.

Michael had not been lying when he said he planned to have her naked for most of the trip. All she could do was laugh when she realized the only panties packed for her had been part of very sexy and elaborate lingerie sets that would not count as clothes for anyone with eyes. When she was not in a bathing suit or an outfit for dinner, she was in lingerie that did not stay on her body for long.

Michael quite literally ravished her from sun up to sun down on every surface in their suite, in and by the pool, underneath the waterfall shower in their giant bathroom, and in the sand on their private beach. Though, neither of them did that one again due to the uncontrollable and annoying nature of sand.

But every moment of it was pure bliss. She loved how he switched, often at a moment’s notice, from treating her like a grand prize he won to a convenient hole for him to fuck. It was not uncommon for him, while they were mid conversation about something utterly random by the pool or over lunch, to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless simply because he felt like it. Their games did not diminish but seemed to amplify the more their relationship blossomed.

Today, their game was orgasm denial. It was New Year’s Eve and Michael practically ignored her most of the day. After several days of being woken up with his head between her legs bringing her to orgasm, she was almost saddened to be woken up with a mere call for breakfast.

The only time he touched her was during breakfast, as he - without a single word - slid his favorite vibrating toy into her pussy. She expected him to turn it on and bring her to orgasm right there, but he did no such thing. Instead, he told her of the tour of the nearby islands they were going to go on after breakfast.

From that moment forward, all of his touches were chaste at best and decidedly frustrating to his girlfriend, much to his satisfaction. He could feel her eyes boring into the side of his face as if willing him to turn on the remote in his pocket as their tour guide jetted them around on a boat ride along the gorgeous blue water.

It was difficult to ignore her for him too but he loved how eager she was, how the more he pretended he had not put the vibrator in her, the more aware she was of its presence. He watched her intently, how she tried to pay attention to the tour guide as she droned on and on about history, how her body squirmed in her seat with every platonic touch he offered, how her shoulders fell in disappointment every time those platonic touches did not turn into more.

The boat ride was three hours of pure torture and he knew if he touched her, she would be dripping wet underneath her very revealing bathing suit and cover up.

As they returned to their resort and stood up to get off the boat, Michael turned the vibrator on its full setting, Raven letting out a groan and her knees buckling beneath her.

She almost fell completely to the floor of the boat but Michael skillfully caught her and feigned concern for her.

“You ok, baby?” He glanced back at the tour guide before discreetly cutting the vibrator off. “Think the heat just got to her. Let me get you inside, love.”

Raven was so consumed with the short-lived but amazing pleasure that all she could do was nod. She wanted to curse at him, scream at him.

He held onto her tightly, keeping her flush to his side, as if he was helping a sick person until they made it back to their secluded bungalow. And by that time, Raven was fuming.

“What the fuck, Bakari! In front of that lady as I was getting off the boat?? After you ignored me all morning??” She was not actually angry at him, she was just so fucking horny that she was angry.

Michael grabbed her by the arm and put his hand around the base of her neck as he held her in a rough grip that made her thighs clench together.

“If you want to cum at all again before 2023, I’d shut the fuck up. Understand?” he warned, his voice so strong and dominant that her mouth immediately shut.

Fuck. Admittedly, 2023 was only 12 more hours away, at least in Thailand. But she did not think she could wait 12 more hours. She was most certainly not God’s strongest soldier.

“Y-Yes sir.”

He grabbed her hand and led her outside to their private pool. “Sit,” he gestured toward one lounge chair that faced the pool.

She sat down immediately, surprised when he disappeared back into their room, returning with several ropes.

Fuck, she thought to herself again. Whatever he was about to do, she knew it would be extremely fun for him and a sort of delicious torturous fun for her.

“Lay back.”

She laid down against the warm fabric of the chair. He adjusted it so she was leaning back. He grabbed both of her hands and raised them above her head, tying them to the top of the lounge chair. Instinctively, she tried to move them but his knots were tight.

Then she watched as he did the same with each ankle, tying them to either side of the lounge chair so her legs were spread open.

And then much to her surprise, he shed his clothes and slid in the pool. Her eyes filled with pure lust as she took in the droplets of water cascading down his perfect chiseled chest. She’d never get used to him.

“Seems like you keep forgettin’ whose runnin’ this shit. So maybe this’ll teach you.”

She did not fully understand what he meant until she felt the vibrator turn on, this time at its lowest setting. Her hips rolled as much as she could with her body restrained. She bit her lip to stop the moans from escaping, part of her not wanting to give him the satisfaction as she knew he was going to drag this out as long as possible.

“You can try to keep quiet if you want to, baby. Honestly that’ll just make the show more entertaining for me.”

And a show it was. Raven could only imagine how she looked to him as he leaned against the opposite edge of the pool and controlled her pleasure from afar. He talked, telling her about his upcoming projects for 2023, how he was so excited for his directorial debut of Creed 3. At first, with the toy on its lowest setting, she found it easier to ignore and engage in a conversation with him.

However, as he steadily increased the intensity, her questions and responses were more broken by moans and groans that she could not hide.

“How many books are in that series of yours?”

“Supposed to b- SHIT!” She cried out as he increased it to the highest setting. “Fuckkkkk,” she moaned as her hips started humping the air to increase the pleasure as she came close to her first orgasm of the day. However, as soon as she got to the edge, he cut it off, robbing her of it.

“Michael!” She called out in frustration.

“10.”

“10 what??”

“Spankings. 5 for not answering my question and 5 for not addressing me properly.”

She desperately wanted to roll her eyes. This nigga.

“Three… the series is three books.”

“Good girl.”

The cycle and their conversation continued. Michael asked her more random questions about writing and her writing process and expected full answers as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm but took them away five more times. He gave her ample time to calm down in between each one but each time made the climb more intense and made the lack of an orgasm more painful.

And all the while, he sat unmoving like a statue across from her, watching as she moaned, begged, pleaded, and writhed around against her restraints.

“You wanna cum, don’t you, baby?” He asked, moving for the first time to wade over to her.

She was in tears as she nodded. “P-Please, d-daddy. I n-need to cum. I c-can’t take… much more. Please.”

He lifted himself out of the water, Raven’s eyes studying how his biceps flexed at the swift motion.

He grabbed her chin to force her to look at him. “You’ll take as much as I tell you. Besides, do you deserve pleasure before you’ve been punished?”

She groaned. She hated him so much but she loved him so much that she would indeed take as much as he told her to.

“N-no, no I don’t.”

“That’s right. Only good girls get to orgasm. Are you gonna take your punishment like a good girl?”

She nodded desperately. “Y-yes, I promise.”

With that, he untied her and helped her up. He made her crawl behind him to their bedroom. He helped her onto the bed.

“You know what to do.”

Indeed, she did. Raven quickly discarded her bathing suit and climbed onto the bed and assumed his favorite position for both pleasure and punishment. Her face pressed against their comforter as she placed the deepest arch she could in her back.

“Good girl, you want my hand or the belt?”

That was an easy choice in her mind but she appreciated him letting her choose. “Your hand, please,” she asked innocently.

She knew it was both of their preference. Something about feeling the extent of his strength with every lash, seeing the red marks on her ass in the shape of his palm, made every punishment well worth it. She also knew Michael preferred it too.

“Count ‘em out or I start over.”

She groaned. This was the hardest part, focusing on each one enough to remember the number.

She shrieked as he hit her the first time. She was not gonna be able to sit comfortably for the rest of their vacation.

“One.”

By the time she hit 15, she was in tears but she would have begged him not to stop.

“Ten more, baby. And you’re doing so good…” he grabbed the remote he had discarded next to them and turn it on to its highest setting. “You can cum whenever you want.”

Raven felt like her whole body was in flames as he rained down the last ten blows while the vibrator did the work of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost against her g-spot. She tried to grab a pillow to bury her face in as her screams reached a fever pitch that she imagined could be heard across their resort but Michael grabbed a fist of her braids and forced her head up.

“Nah I wanna hear you.”

She could not even register the last two spankings as she blissfully felt every part of her body, down to the cellular level, become overwhelmed with mind-numbing, life altering pleasure. Her entire body collapsed forward onto the bed, her legs unable to hold her lower body up.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she mumbled as she felt the vibrator turn off and started to come down.

Michael smiled as he took in her form, he had utterly depleted her as she laid there, her entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly as she laid there, her brain not fully functioning or cognizant of his presence.

Raven used the little bit of energy she had to settle into his arms, burying her head into his neck. She appreciated his commitment to aftercare, particularly when their sessions were super intense. Oftentimes, they were just so intense, they rubbed Raven raw emotionally and left her feeling vulnerable. And when they were merely fake dating, she had to often ignore those needs because she was afraid to ask him for more. He always checked in and ran her a bath or gave her a massage, often brought her food to ensure she was ok before he went to his guest room to sleep.

But now, she could snuggle up against him and feel close to him, feel his love and receive his praise while she recovered. And she had not realized just how much she was missing.

“You ok?” He asked. “That was intense.”

“I’m excellent. And still horny but I don’t think my legs work to move,” she moaned.

“Well, rest. I’ll wake up when it’s time to get ready for dinner.”

He watched her for a while before he set an alarm and dozed off himself.

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“Figured we could go watch the fireworks on the beach. They told me the good ones start around 11:30… so in a bit.”

Raven smiled as she continued eating. They had slept most of the day away after their session and she was starving. Michael had a private dinner scheduled for them in their suite, which she appreciated. She still got dolled up in a flowery two piece crop top and skirt but it was nice to have dinner in their own space.

“So my mom asks this every New Years Eve… what do you want out of 2023?”

Raven’s fork paused in mid air as she thought on the question. What did she want out of the new year? She had no idea.

“Umm… whew, I dunno. I’ve just been counting down the last couple years truth be told. Kinda felt lost and all over the place without my career? Didn’t really think I had much to look forward to? But…”

“But…”

“But now I feel like I don’t want everything to just pass me by? Like even if I’m not free to do what I love just yet, I wanna feel… happy? I wanna feel good and enjoy life.” She shrugged. “It’s kinda stupid.”

He held his hand out for her to take it and squeezed, his thumb rubbing her hand. “That’s far from stupid. I have a surprise for you.”

He took a deep breath and reached under the table to grab a box.

She smiled and shook her head. “This trip wasn’t a surprise enough??”

“Nah. And this is really just a late Christmas gift. Legal shit delayed it a couple days… but it seems fitting. Here’s to a 2023 of happiness and freedom.”

He held the box out to her, it exactly resembled the one he had given her with their surprise trip to Thailand inside only this one had a large stack of paperwork in it.

“What’s this??” She pulled the heavy stack, her eyes growing wide as she thumbed through them, skimming them quickly. “I-Is this what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s the rights to your book, which are now yours to do with whatever you want, then yes. If you were thinkin’ it was somethin’ else…”

Her mouth dropped open. Her breath came out more as a strangled sob than anything else as she continued reading.

“This is…” she laughed nervously. “This is a joke right? Y-you didn’t… I know this had to have cost like… someone’s yearly salary money.” She stood and shook her head. “Y-You have to let me pay you back for that. It’ll take me like a fuckin’ decade,” she admitted. “But you can’t…”

Michael gestured for him to come to her. He kept her flush to his lap as her entire body trembled from the pure shock. He had expected this reaction and was prepared. But he had not done what he did and paid what he did lightly. It was worth every single frustrating conversation and dollar spent.

“Yes I can… and I did. Getting rid of the last piece of dead weight you were dragging around was worth every dime. You deserve to tell your stories and they took that from you. So I took it back and am giving it to you. One signature,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and held it to her. “And they are all yours.”

A tear fell on the papers before Raven tossed them down to the ground and threw herself into Michael’s arms as she sobbed into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as he held her.

“I love you… so much.” She whispered through her sobs. “T-this is the greatest thing anyone’s ever done for m-me.”

His palm wiped away the tears streaming down her face as he kissed her.

“It’s nothing.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s literally everything… I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Yea you do. And all the other good things in this world. I’ll spend every day making sure you know it.”

They finished their dessert with Raven still on his lap, the young woman too shocked to really speak or offer much to the conversation. She could not believe it, could not believe him. She knew it would still be a long road to self-publish and figure all of that out but now? Now she had options, she could figure it out without waiting for the timer to hit zero.

And he had done that for her.

“Come on, fireworks are about to start.”

Raven nodded and smiled. “Give me 5 minutes? Gonna put these somewhere safe,” she grabbed the scattered papers off the floor. “And fix my makeup. Can’t have you kissing me at midnight with eyeliner running down my face. That’d be a tragic start to the year.”

“I’ll be by the pool. Don’t take too long.”

He watched her walk away and smiled before walking outside to the balcony. The fireworks were already in full swing and he could hear music and laughter from the main beach of the resort.

It was the perfect end to a perfect night. Well, almost. A buzzing in his pocket redirected his attention. Tasha’s name scrolled across his phone.

“This girl,” he mumbled. He knew her well enough to know if he did not answer she would simply call back.

Michael glanced over his shoulder and sighed as he swiped across his phone.

“Hey,” he offered coldly. The truth was he had forgotten everything about Tasha, had not thought about her once since her name graced his screen on Raven’s birthday.

He did not hate her or offer her ill will, he just had no interest in seeing or speaking to her again.

“Hey baby. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.” Michael’s tone was short and clipped, praying he could get her off the phone before Raven came back from the bathroom to find him.

“Wanted to see if the New Year was gonna bring my favorite customer back to me?”

“Look Tash…”

“It’s been a few months, Mike. You promised.”

Michael rolled his eyes. He had let her get far too comfortable, so comfortable that she thought he’d always be there. Which seemed like a base level foolish assumption given her line of work. But either way, he had moved on. Raven was his present and his future. He had no interest in anyone else. But this was the weight he was dragging around behind him, he quickly realized. And every day that he did not tell Tasha that truth and let her believe there was something there for them, was a disservice to her, Raven, and himself.

“I know what I said but shit changed. I love her, Tash.”

A wave of anger hit him as he heard the woman scoff, which was filled with disbelief.

“Her?? You love her??”

“Yes, her. I love her and even though it started off as somethin’ not real, it’s real to us both now and she’s everything I want.” He sighed. “Look, you are a great girl, I enjoyed our time together but I can’t see you anymore. Ever.”

“You serious right now??” He could feel her rage through the phone but that did not deter him. Raven was everything for him and nothing Tasha could say would change that.

“Dead serious. I know this ain’t what you wanted to hear but it’s over between us. I’m sorry.”

She was seething. “Fuck you, Michael! You can’t just drop me outta fuckin’ no where! What am I supposed to fuckin’ do??”

He bowed his head. Her reaction was not out of the realm of possibility, he just had not considered it at all, had not considered that he would have to “break up” with her officially. But he did not regret nor was he phased by her anger. That part of his life - whoring and using any and every woman who would let him - was over and in the past.

“Find another client to replace me. I can’t be the first client to move on.”

There was a long pause. “Nah you ain’t the first. But you’re the first to fall in love with a fuckin’ hooker and try to pass it off as a real relationship. Imagine the money TMZ would give me for that story.”

Michael’s mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding right?”

“I ain’t’ fuckin’ laughin. You can leave me for that country ass fake bumpkin, you can put her in designer clothes and call her your girlfriend but unfortunately for you, I know what she really is. A whore. And while you might think you can wave a wand and make her a housewife, everyone else? They’ll fuckin’ tear her apart. You really want that?”

Michael couldn’t believe this shit. In all his years of being famous and having money, he had never had someone try to blackmail him. Michael clenched his eyes shut. “How much?”

“There we go. Glad we could come to an agreement. $10k for now. I expect it as soon as you get back to LA. And then we can figure out an arrangement that works for both of us. Happy New Year, baby.”

And with that, the phone went dead. Michael clenched it in his hand in frustration as he turned and shook his head. He quickly deleted the call from his call log to ensure Raven did not accidentally see it and sent Alex a text.

Mike: We have a BIG problem

“Wow, those are gorgeous!”

Michael slid his phone in his pocket as Raven emerged and stood next to him, her make up pristine and her body now clad in a very sexy ocean blue lingerie set. Michael forced a smile onto his face as he grabbed her ass and squeezed.

“Not as gorgeous as you.”

“We got five minutes till midnight and then I figured we could create some fireworks of our own?”

“I like the sound of that…” Michael mused.

He knew he needed to tell Raven about Tasha but he did not have the heart to do it right then. She was so happy, so happy that her whole body seemed to radiate with it. He refused to let anything diminish or take that feeling away. And he refused to let another selfish person steal her joy and relaxation while they were on vacation. He had a week to figure out a plan and get Tasha out of his life once and for all. And he had every intention of doing so and telling Raven once it was all said and done. She was finally happy and she deserved to stay that way. This was exclusively his mess, he would get himself out of it.

“Oh you never told me,” Raven said as they sat down and stuck their feet in the water while the fireworks continued to boom loudly around them, painting the sky in bright colors.

“What?”

“What you want out of 2023?”

Michael glanced down at her and the bright smile on her face. “I think I got everything I want for 2023. I got you, about to finish the biggest run of my career. I guess I just… want to make sure I don’t lose it all?”

She gently shoved him with her shoulder and chuckled. “Well, you aren’t gonna lose me.”

“That a promise?”

“Yes it is.”

Off in the distance, they could hear the faint countdown from the giant crowd at the beach.

Five… four… three… two…

“Happy New Year, Rae.”

“Happy New Year, baby.”

They shared a deep kiss under the fireworks before Michael swooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed, their room becoming a fireworks show for two.

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A/N: the babies are in relationship blisssssss. And how perfect is Michael? Getting her book back for her. Also I tried to do some research on how all that works and it is really confusing so any real authors reading - don't hate me if I got it wrong LOL it's fiction! Well, as we all knew it would, Tasha has come back to claim her man again... what do we think? Should he have told Raven? Or should he wait till they get home? Or should he just deal with Tasha on his own? Anndddd this is the last update for this story for like a month - so so sorry to leave it like that LOL love yall though! Hope you enjoyed it!

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ┆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ you visit the spider society and never realized how many spider-people exists. you meet various people and make new spidey friends. besides making new friends, you also learn something about miguel but it’s not what you’d expect.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ fluff (for the most part), pet names, swearing, jealousy, spider society shenanigans, angsty ending

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holy shit. this place is gigantic yet so alluring. you never realized how many spider-people existed. there is an infinite number of them, such a phenomenon. but also different variations of them. there’s a pig, who you like very much, a cat, numerous peters, and even a goddamn t-rex. absolutely extraordinary.

this place is like a modern atlantis. prosperous and alluring with a large population of phenomenal beings. large and discrete yet vibrant.

miguel sneak glances at you, drinking in your awestruck expression. the way your eyes scan each detail of the place, filled with astonishment. the corner of your lips raised, grinning from ear to ear. the soft quiet gasps that elicits from those exact lips. you may be awestruck by the place but him, on the other hand, is awestruck by you. miguel likes seeing you impressed and captivated by the society, a sense of pride flows in his veins. but in full honesty, he just really likes your little reactions. thankfully for his mask, no one can see the slight smirk underneath it.

while he gives a little history lesson of the society, a woman with orange glasses approaches you both. you notice a very visible baby bump.

“brought a friend, miguel?” she asks teasingly with a smirk, resting one hand on underneath her bump while the other on her hip.

wait — that voice sounds familiar. oh! she’s the woman from the watch.

the tall spider-man rolls his eyes at the pregnant woman. “hilarious, jess.” he deadpans.

she ignores him and turns her attention to you. “i’m jessica but you can call me jess. it’s nice to finally meet the girl he’s been obsessing about.” the woman smiles as she offers her hand for a shake, ignoring the death glare from her colleague.

you raise your eyebrows, mirroring her smile. “oh believe me, i know. i’m [y/n].” you shake her hand.

now he knows your name. it’s pretty, like you. after all this time, miguel never asked for it. supposedly the arguments and chitchats made him forget or just never thought of doing so. at least he now knows. that name is imbedded in his memory.

“so he’s been giving your the dreadful history lesson about this place, huh?” she retracts her hand, placing back on her hip like before.

miguel shoots her a glare she’s familiar with and yet, as always, never bothered her.

you snort. “yeah although i gotta admit, it’s quite interesting.” you flash him a small smile before turning your gaze back at the pregnant woman.

his eyes widen a bit at your smile, a sign of appreciation. you basically defended him and that surprises miguel wholeheartedly. normally, whenever he discusses the backstory of developing the society, all he would get in return are yawns and half-lidded eyes with the word ‘boredom’ written on their forehead. but with you, he has your full attention. how you’re attentive to each word he says. that makes his heart skip a beat. someone who actually listens to him; his story. he appreciates it, deeply.

“so you’re a pregnant spider-woman. that is so badass.” you compliment.

jessica chuckles, rubbing her swollen belly with one hand. “it’s quite the challenge but i manage.” a faint beep comes from her watch, making her take a glance at it before looking back at you and miguel. “well, time to kick some butt. it was nice meeting you, [y/n].” she offers a smile before walking away.

you return the smile then turn back to miguel. “i like her, total badass.”

“she’s one of our best.” he said as you two continue walking through the hallway.

more spider-people walk past you both. majority of them greet you with smiles and waves, you reciprocate. miguel watches from the corner of his eye, observing how kind you are to them, taking mental note of the difference between how you treat them and him. no sass, no sneaky remarks. just all smiles and being polite. interesting, he thought.

another spider-person approached you, a badass punky looking spider-man this time. he has facial piercings, a vest with spikes on the shoulders and a matching choker. this spider-man intrigues you.

miguel groans internally at the sight of one of his least favorite spiderlings, pinching the bridge of his nose. just shocking great, he thought to himself.

“well ‘ello beautiful.” the punky looking spider-man greets you with a smirk, hands nestled in his vest pockets. “whatcha ya name, pretty?”

you smile at his british accent, giving your name.

“pretty name for a pretty little lady. the name’s spider-punk but you can just call me hobie.” he smiles, offering a wink at you.

hints of pink stain your cheeks, smiling bashfully at the charming brit. “cool name. love the vest.” you gesture at his punky-looking vest.

miguel glares at the interaction, hating every ounce of it. hobie’s flirtatious antics always pisses him off, it’s annoying. however, it is even more irritating since it’s you who he is flirting with.

hobie catches miguel’s jealous glare, even through his mask, which causes him to smirk mischievously. to piss him off more, hobie drapes an arm around your shoulders and gently pulls you closer to him. “why don’t i show ya the rest of the place? make things more entertaining than whatever the bossman is telling ya.” he flashes a smirk at you then miguel.

miguel has never wanted to punch someone so badly. those brown irises were replaced with red ones, glaring at the punk’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. miguel wants to pull you away from this imbecile, considering hobie a ‘bad influence.’ but in reality, he doesn’t want you alone with him, replacing his job as the tour guide. your tour guide.

“don’t you have a mission to complete?” miguel glares at the punk, annoyance and anger in his tone.

hobie shoots him a smug smirk. “just did, bossman.” he looks back at you. “what do ya say, little lady?”

“she’s fine with me.” miguel said through gritted teeth, the eyes of his mask narrowed.

“i think that’s up to her, boss.” the punky-looking spider looks back at you, a small smile on his face, patiently waiting for your answer.

heat rose in your cheeks as. you look up at him with fluttering lashes. “sure.” you flash him a bashfully smile, forgetting about miguel in that moment.

the poor spider-man 2099 feels abandoned by your answer. a painful stab to the chest. choosing hobie over him, replacing him as your tour guide. what the fuck? that isn’t fair, hobie’s mischievous ass stealing you from him, interrupting your tour. the tour that he was giving until this very moment.

hobie glances up and winks at him, earning himself a death glare. “let’s go, pretty. i’ll show ya the cool stuff.” and with that, hobie lures you away, keeping that arm wrapped around your shoulders.

standing in utter defeat, and perhaps disbelief too, miguel sadly watches you walk away with hobie. his eyes twitch at the sight, fists rapidly opening and closing at his sides. he can’t believe that little shithead, stealing you from him. he isn’t possessive of you. no, never. you’re just a random civilian who he happens to talk to. friends? somewhat acquainted, maybe? miguel has no right feel this way about you. but the unpleasant thought of some other guy doing his job for him, hanging out with you. his heart stings of jealousy but also sadness.

catching one last glance of you until you’re no longer in sight, he lets out a sad sigh. feeling angry and abandoned, miguel retreats to his office for the rest of the day. maybe participating a random missions would take his mind off of things. maybe, and hopefully, he’ll catch you later when you’re by yourself so you two can resume your conversation.

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“and this is my favorite place.” hobie gestures at the cafeteria with one free hand while the other is still draped over your shoulders.

you softly giggle. “can’t go wrong with food.”

he flashes a smirk before you both wander off to the cafeteria. various spider-people sat at the tables while others wait in line for their food. you glance at the menu, one item specifically catches your attention which makes your mouth drop in surprise.

“oh my god. there’s a burger of miguel’s face? that’s fucking hilarious.” you point at the picture of the miguel burger displayed on the menu screen.

“yep. quite good, to be honest. of course the man hates it so we kept it.” a playful smirk on his lips.

you can’t help but laugh. oh you wait can’t wait to make fun of him about this later. you can already imagine the iconic frown of his, how embarrassed he would be. another thing to shit on him about.

a blonde haired girl approached you, a slice of pizza in her hand. beside her is a boy dressed in a black spider-man with a red logo. he seems to be munching on something, a pastry of some sort. they seem to be a few years younger than you.

“hey hobie! who’s this?” the blonde girl asks, smiling.

hobie gently tugs you closer by the shoulders. “this pretty little lady is [y/n].”

you smile and wave at them both, they reciprocate.

“hi! i’m gwen! this is miles.” she gestures at the boy next to her. “you don’t look like a spider-person.” she jokes, taking a bite of her pizza.

“oh no. i’m not a cool super being like you guys, just a normal boring human.” you shrug with a smile.

“a cool human.” hobie adds, smiling at you which makes you blush a little.

“well, nice to meet you, [y/n]. it’s actually cool to meet someone here who’s not a spider-person. do you work here?” gwen asks with a smile.

you shake your head. “no! i’m just visiting. miguel wanted to show me this place — well, i begged him to but still.” a soft chuckle at the end.

the two teens stare at you with wide eyes, visibly dumbfounded by your words.

“wait — miguel brought you here?” miles asks.

“are you his girlfriend?” gwen adds in abruptly.

your eyes widen in shock, quickly shaking your head as panic kicks in. “no no! i’m not his girlfriend. oh god no. that man is too much. he just saved my ass a couple of times and are sorta friends, that’s all.”

jeez, the way your heart started beating rapidly at that accusation was insane. they really thought you were his girlfriend? well sure — he did bring you here, that you begged for him to do.

oh shit — does everyone else think the same?

“ohhh gotcha. it’s true tho, he can be a little wild. yelling at people and throwing stuff sometimes.” miles elaborated, munching on his empanada.

your eyebrows raise in surprise, blinking a few times. throws stuff? yells at people? damn, that guy has some serious anger issues.

“hey, you wanna eat with us? then maybe we can show you more of the place after.” gwen suggests.

your eyes perk up at the suggestion. “yeah sure! plus, i’m starving.”

everyone laughs at your joke. looks like you made new friends. spider friends, to be exact. you already love this place, should definitely visit often.

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the spider teens are probably the sweetest and funniest people you’ve ever met. after lunch, you met their friends pavitr and margo. they continued on giving you a tour of the society before a mission was called for. today, you made new friends. you like really hobie, a lot. everything he does or say is just mesmerizing. he even invited you to come hang out in his universe anytime. oh for sure you’re gonna take up that offer. a day with hobie sounds fun.

one of the spider-men, webslinger, who’s such a gentleman with a thick western accent, escorts you back to miguel’s office on his horse. you’ve never done horseback riding so that was a new experience. besides hobie, you also really like webslinger, you nicknamed him ‘cowboy’ and he adores it.

as you walk to his office, it appears no one’s here. he’s probably on a mission. left alone with your curious mind, you wander around the office. there seems to be a desk with a chair, so you decide to walk over and take a seat. there’s nothing on the desk other than a button which seemed a bit odd. you simply mind your business and pull out your phone from your back pocket. while scrolling through social media, your elbow accidentally hits the button as you rest it on the desk, making you gasp.

“oh shit!” you curse, almost falling off the chair in shock as multiple orange screens suddenly appear in front of you. “whoa…” the screens display various information and images of spider society and multiverse shenanigans. you stare in awe, eyes wandering at each screen with quick glances. at the bottom left corner, secluded from the rest of the screens, there’s a small file icon.

FILE NAME ˒˒ GABRIELLA

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at the file name. who’s gabriella? just as your finger tips hovers over the file button, you pause. what if this is personal? why else would it be secluded from the rest of the screens? you shouldn’t snoop through miguel’s stuff. you knew better than that. as you lean away, your foot slips, making you gasp and accidentally tap the file button. a screen appears in front of you. it’s a video of a little girl and a man. oh wow the man looks handsome, like utterly handsome. is that miguel? that’s who’s under the mask? damn, those plump lips makes sense. as you look closely, they both have dark chocolate hair, similar features like almost identical, like she’s a mini version of him. you put the pieces together, a mind-blowing reveal.

she is his daughter.

he is a father.

it shows the little girl sitting on top of on his shoulders. she has food in her hand like ice cream or something like that. she shoves it in miguel’s face after his fail attempt to stop her, making them both laugh. your heart melts at the sight, how adorable the little girl is. an exact replica of her father. miguel, on the other hand, looks happy. what surprises you more is his smile. how genuinely happy he looks, being a lovely and caring father.

“DON’T WATCH THAT!” an angry voice shouts from behind, making your body shiver in fear.

you swiftly turn around to find miguel, his mask gone and face revealed with the most pissed off expression ever. those crimson eyes glare at you like daggers, ready to kill its prey right now the spot. his talons and fangs stick out. you’ve never been so terrified in your life, almost pissing your pants.

“oh shit! i’m sorry! i didn’t—“ he cuts you off by stomping towards the screen and shuts it off, vanishing from the rest.

“NO ONE’S ALLOWED TO SEE THAT! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LOOK AT THAT?!” his yelling echoes throughout the office, ringing in your ears. others could definitely hear it from outside.

your heart pounds immensely in your chest, glossy eyes widen in total fear. your body shakes and hands become clammy. your anxiety at its peak right now.

“i — i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry…” a voice crack in your voice, making you sound weak and afraid.

“are you that fucking stupid?! jesus, your annoying ass begged me to bring you here and now you’re snooping through my stuff?! what’s wrong with you?!” miguel heavily glares at you, chest heaving like almost panting, clenched fists at his sides.

you don’t know what else to say other than stare in fear, flinching at his harsh words, stepping back from him. you’re at the brink of bursting into tears. he was right, what the fuck is wrong with you? snooping through his personal stuff like an intruder, a total fucking idiot. even though it was an accident, you still watched it. god you hate yourself for that.

miguel notices your teary eyes and his expression softens immediately. that stabs him in the fucking heart. those ruby irises turn back to brown, his talons now gone. guilt begins plaguing his body as he looks at your frighten state. what has he done?

“i — i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—“ he takes a step forward with a hand reaching out to you but you take a big step away from him, making his heart crack.

you shake your head, avoiding his angry gaze, afraid to look back. “no… it’s — it’s my fault… i’m sorry…” without looking at him, you turn on your heel and rush out of his office. strings of tears ran down your cheeks, exiting his office with sniffles.

standing there with slumped shoulders and an arching heart, miguel watched you leave. guilt stabs him in the chest. why the fuck did he yell at you like that? you didn’t deserve that. there’s nothing wrong with you, it’s actually what is wrong with him. he scared you and made you run off. letting out a loud grunt of anger and frustration, miguel slams his fists on the desk which it echoes in his office, causing two indents. he lowers his head into his hands, sighing out of frustration. the self-loathing increases.

what has he done?

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fernandopiastri28 · 24 days

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strawberry wine ~ mw2 x fa14

“Strawberry wine, and all the time we used to have. Those things I miss, but know are never coming back.”

prompts: - refusing reconciliation because they're still deeply hurt - being the other's 'right person, wrong time' - remember when they were able to keep the promises they made? *I reworded Mark's exact quote from “By silverstone i'd concluded, another year with red bull and that'll be it. Fernando did all he could to change my mind but it was too late” to “By silverstone i'd concluded, it would be my last year with red bull and that'll be it. Fernando did all he could to change my mind but it was too late”, as I've made it all that this happens over the course of 2013*

no warnings

2013- China, April

“I just don’t know Fernando, I’m not quite sure that Ferrari is right for me,” It seems not matter how much convincing and pleading he attempts, Mark isn’t seeming any more keen on switching to the scuderia then he had been at the beginning of the phone call when he’d rung his longtime friend, voicing concerns about the possibility of him changing teams.

“Give it a try Mark,” Mah-k , in all their years of friendship, one thing he picked up from him was the exact way the Australian pronounced his own name, the r translating to a h. Feh-nando , not fe-r-nando.

The older man lets out a strangled sigh, slightly exasperated and seemingly at a loss for words. “I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” He admits, a quiet click of his tongue signalling the end of his sentence.

“Why not?” He can’t understand the resistance to at least try . Driving for Ferrari at a point during your career essentially cements your legacy in formula one. All the greats have done it- Schumacher, Villeneuve, Surtees, Ascari, Lauda- now himself.

Mark should be added to that list. Webber should sit right after Alonso on the list.

“Because who’s to say I’ll do anything remotely remarkable at a new team? I could completely bomb out the second I step in the car. The devil I know is better than the devil I don’t,” Alonso didn’t realise when his friend had become this complete pessimist- the kind of guy who didn’t even consider trying.

“That’s not a world champion’s mindset,” They both know he’s true. As a two time world champion himself, Fernando does have some kind of power over the other to say so- he knows first hand what it takes to be the best. “Red Bull isn’t doing you any favours, so really- how much worse could Ferrari possibly be?”

The Australian hasn’t had the best run being at Red Bull. To say he’d been bad would be an outrageous claim, and objectively untrue, but the Spaniard just knows he’s destined for better. He’s deserving of a world championship, and as long as he’s a second driver to vettel, he simply doesn’t have the car or the possibility to achieve one.

“Seb is winning the championship currently, in a red bull- that’s gotta count for something,” Fernando rolls his eyes at the mention of the young german. If he’s the reason that Mark is so resistant to leave, Fernando would happily beat some wits into him, get him onto his side in convincing the Australian to leave the team that disregards him and treats him so poorly.

“And I’m second, what is your point?” Ah perfect, he’s got him there. When he doesn’t answer, he adds on, “Just, you’ll consider?” The question is met by a short exhale from Mark, shaking over the phone call. Picking at a piece of flint that’s attached itself to his fire engine red team polo, he patiently waits for Webber to cave and agree to it.

“Yes Nando,” His voice has a sense of faith and possible hope, “I’ll consider it for you,” It’s not a ‘ I’ll sign the contract now,’

2013- Britain, June

WEBBER TAKES RAIKKONEN! From nowhere the Australian rips past the Finn, and is closing fast on Rosberg! Where did this pace come from?

Fernando watches as Mark zips ahead in front, his pace looking outstanding from the glances he catches, trying to focus on his own face- aiming to secure another win for the season.

Rosberg has turned the speed on and posts a quicker lap than Webber in that one, and is 1.35 seconds clear of the Red Bull. Not far behind Alonso is all over Raikkonen's tail... AND HE MAKES A MOVE!

Fernando catches Raikkonen at a vulnerable moment for the Finn, feeling no regret or empathy as he whips past him into third, trailing just behind Webber.

1.2 seconds now between Rosberg and Webber - the German is doing enough, and will surely win the British Grand Prix now!

The gap between him and the Australian is only getting tighter, the possibility of standing on the second step at the end of this becoming a more realistic and possible reality. For now though, he won’t allow himself to get distracted by dreaming of what he could do, he needs to focus on pushing.

Lewis Hamilton right in on Alonso as well - half a chance of a podium for Lewis despite that blowout which put him back in last place!

Shit. Being too focused on the gap between him and Webber meant he’d lost all consideration about how closely the Mercedes of Lewis had been trailing on his heels, eager to snatch up a podium finish.

NICO ROSBERG WINS THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX! He crosses the line 0.7 seconds clear of Mark Webber, who has almost pulled off an amazing victory despite falling back to 15th after a catastrophic start to his race!

First place is no longer an achievable spot, but just as Senna’s mantra went, ‘If you no longer go for a gap that exists, you are no longer a racing driver’, he won’t allow himself to slow down just because he won’t be top step when it’s time to receive a trophy. Second or third is always better than fourth.

Webber second, Alonso third with Hamilton fourth despite the tyre blow-out which robbed him of first place early on.

It’s done now at least. He may not be first, or even second, but he’s not in Hamilton’s spot either- a blown out wheel and the lost opportunity of a race win. He’s doing better than most, and he’s willing to take that.

He stands on the third step of the podium, Mark proudly standing tall to his left, waving his sweat soaked hat high above his head. He looks proud, a grin stretched across his mouth in a tired relief. He may have not gotten first place, but he sure as hell has enough pride in his expression to seem as if he did.

Rosberg is equally as happy, an unbeatable look of elation staining his face. He pumps his hands up, showing off his golden trophy. One by one, they receive their bottles of champagne, ready to really start the celebration.

The Spaniard and Australian coat each other in sticky bubbles, while the Finn focuses his onto the crowd in front of them, raining down on the Mercedes team in particular. Pressing the spout to his lips, Fernando takes a long mouthful- the sharp champagne filling his mouth and sliding down his throat.

He makes eye contact with Mark as he does so, ‘We’ll be doing this every weekend if you make the move,’ . He reckons Mark picks up on that, but there’s an uneasy look in his eyes, withholding something from him.

When the fizz dissolves and all three men are left in sopping race suits, reeking of alcohol- it’s time for interviews. A man, wielding a microphone goes straight to Nico, interviewing him about ‘how his race had gone’, and if he thought he’d ‘win the race from the get go ,’.

While the attention isn’t on them, rather solely focused on the blond man, Mark takes his opportunity to slip into place beside the Ferrari driver, dropping his voice a few octaves and tilting his head, putting them at near the same height. “I’m not going to Ferrari, Fernando,”

No.

He’s not doing this right now.

If this is true, he doesn’t get to say this in front of a crowd of thousands of fans.

That’s not fucking fair.

“Mark,” He hisses, drawing his eyes away from the crowd to look up for the slight difference they have between their height right now. His jaw goes lax, his lips parting in shock.

“Nando,” He places his hand on the small of his back, his fingers nudging into where the suit awkwardly clings to his narrow waist. “I’m sorry,”

“Not now,” He looks away, his attention drawing to where Nico’s interview is drawing to a close, Mark will be the next to be talked to. “ Dios - why?” His throat is gluey, his accent strengthening despite how he often tried to dull it down to be easier understood.

“I couldn’t,” Mark ducks his head, shame flooding his face. Fernando doesn’t care, Webber doesn’t get to feel poorly about his decision. He’s the one who disobeyed his promise and broke trust. He’s to take responsibility for that.

2013- Germany, July

Tensions are still high between the two by the time the next grand prix approaches. Alonso avoids each attempt that Webber makes to reconcile their relationship- try to make some half arsed apology in which he’ll not even understand why Fernando is hurting like he is. He doesn’t understand how much the promise of teammates means to the Spaniard- he likely never would.

2013- Italy, September

“By silverstone i'd concluded, it would be my last year with red bull and that'll be it. Fernando did all he could to change my mind but it was too late” The Spaniard feels like driving a screwdriver into his head upon hearing that over the radio, maybe step onto incoming traffic. There’s a strong urge to gouge his eyes out and then cut his ears off bubbling deep throughout his whole body. The want to go out in the most painful, gory ways.

Is it seemingly an intensely dramatised reaction to a seemingly harmless statement the senior pilot made? Not in the slightest. It’s not fucking fair, Mark doesn’t get to do this to him. The Australian had promised for years that they’d be teammates eventually- even if it took their whole careers to do so.

Bringing him into the interview was beyond unfair. Clearly it had all just a joke to him, some easy fucking lie he could reassure Fernando with to get him to stop bothering him.

It’s the first that the Ferrari driver is hearing of the official news, the final verdict that had been reached. Sure, Mark had told him back on the podium in Silverstone- but hearing it over national news, it just feels far more true and official.

Up until this point, he’s allowed himself to view the possibility of the situation through rose-tinted glasses, a warm and hopeful feeling deep in his chest- the belief that he would one day be teammates with the man he considered his closest friend. Maybe Mark would change his mind, maybe he would decide at the last moment that Red Bull wasn’t for him.

Now that’s all being betrayed so he can stay driving an energy drink on wheels alongside some bratty german kid who barely looks old enough to be driving on the freeway.

Fuck you Sebastian Vettel.

Fuck you Red Bull.

Fuck you Mark Alan Webber.

2013- Singapore, September

He ignores each call the Australian tempts him with, patiently outwaiting the five rings until he can return to the aching silence of his hotel room. It’s not fun, nor is it any what pleasant. Deep down, he wants to pick up, hear even just the careful and calculated breaths of the older man- give him a chance to explain.

But what if he doesn't like what he heard? What if Mark gave him all the reasons why they wouldn’t work as teammates and it was all the things that Fernando had spent so many years ignoring because he so desperately wanted it to be perfect- he was willing to make any sacrifices just to be alongside Mark in matching bright red race suits.

So for now, he’ll just rot under the thin bleach-white sheets of his hotel bed, wishing for a different outcome to the ending he always secretly expected.

He doesn’t have to see Mark on the podium this time. He’s on the second step this time, Raikonnen in third and the Australian’s younger teammate Sebastian took an easy lead the whole time- winning by almost a landslide. Fernando refuses eye contact with the German, the man who gets to take the place of being the teammate of Mark for another year, until he will retire.

It settles in his mind for the first time that the next time he’s in this exact spot, racing in Singapore, he will no longer be racing under the humid heat and bright city lights alongside his Australian friend. This was the final time the pair would ever race on the Marina Bay Track together.

That’s a fate he’d rather not talk about.

2013- Brazil, November

In the five races after Singapore and before Brazil, Mark secures an impressive three final podiums for his last year in the sport. Alonso doesn’t. They don’t stand on the podium together past the british grand prix, and despite how betrayed he feels- it doesn’t mean that he wants Silverstone to be the last time they held those trophies above their heads together.

His wish is finally granted in the concluding race of the season, Mark’s career too. With Sebastian winning the race, his teammate stands on the step below him, and Fernando on the final step. It’s just like Silverstone all over again.

It’s the last dance for the two of them, a final chance for them to celebrate together- even when separated by Sebastian, and separated by rival teams.

It’s beyond impressive in his last races in formula 1 that he’d secured four podiums, but that was just Mark’s fashion. To go out with a bang.

2014- Abu Dhabi, November

After a whole year of stewing in slight hatred and missing of the aussie at ferrari- having Kimi Räikkönen as a teammate, who is significantly quieter and more serious then he was expecting out of his 2014 teammate- Fernando finally makes the difficult decision to change teams to McLaren.

He’ll race alongside Jenson Button, who he reckons will be a breath of fresh air- closer to Mark then the teammate he’s had this year. It had been an abysmal year for him too, only 2 podiums- China and Hungary. So he’s looking onto next year in a positive light, a new chapter of improvement for himself.

2015/2016

Jenson is only his teammate for a single year of the 2015 season. For 2016, he has Stoffel Vandoorne alongside him at McLaren and they don’t get on too well. Fernando is clearly the favoured driver- Stoffel often being instructed to let the Spaniard past him. Regardless, they remain racing for the same team for the next three years. They’re a painful few years without a single podium, still chasing that high from Brazil- stood next to Mark.

He’d had two since then, but they’d felt empty and meaningless to him, wishing he’d been dressed in red with Mark instead of Kimi. Being in orange doesn’t feel any better than that- especially without a single trophy to prove that maybe Ferrari also hadn’t been good for him.

2018, August

Fernando announces his retirement on twitter on august 14th. He posts a minute long video, thanking the sport in general and all his adoring fans over the years of his career. He does a bit near the end that showcases him in all his different team merchandise- Minardi, Renault, his first year long McLaren stint, again to Renault, Ferrari, and finally McLaren once again.

It’s a moment that he thought he would be able to avoid for a few more years. He had faith he would win a third championship- hopefully at Ferrari too. But he looks around at the grid that surrounds him, all the new and fresh talent, and he feels a lack of belonging.

There’s supposedly going to be an eighteen year old replacing him at McLaren when he leaves, there’s already a twenty one year old in Max Verstappen, and a twenty year old Lance Stroll. He just feels old.

Hamilton’s still there, so is Vettel, and a few other drivers from his prime time- but he can’t escape the feeling that his time has come, it’s time for new ventures.

Maybe he’ll continue to race under different circumstances, maybe he’ll focus more time and energy into managing- maybe he’ll just leave racing to the past, and go on with the rest of his life without it.

2020, February

Mark and him speak for the first time in a while on the phone. Mark sounds well, his voice rougher with age if anything. They’d last spoken when Fernando had announced his retirement, and the Australian had showered him in congratulations and best wishes for his further ventures. They were now on the same boat, even if the events had occurred almost eight years apart.

Mark tells him that he’s just begun managing the FIA Formula 3 champion, a seventeen year old Australian called Oscar. According to the older Australian, Oscar was possibly the biggest Alonso fan growing up- had one of his karts and a race suit. It makes him smile that he’s inspired someone who was born after his career even began.

Beyond that short call, the amount of times they talk on the phone increases as the pandemic regulations tighten, forcing everyone into home isolation. Hearing all about all these fantastic achievements Oscar is making, Fernando feels something he had lost back in 2018- the want and desire to race.

So after many conversations, emails, phone calls, meetings- Fernando Alonso officially becomes an Alpine Driver for 2021.

#f1 #formula1 #formula one #fernando alonso #mark webber #sebastian vettel #oscar piastri #2012 f1 #webbonso #webbonso wednesday

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"Which door am I at?"

Good boy Thoma as Ghost face?

Planned before hand.

MDNI

Thoma, your lovely boyfriend, has always loved scary movies and you well you indulged in his horror movie marathons. One day he asks you if you wanna try something. But he never did tell you when...

Today was definitely exhausting and much as you wanted to go straight to bed you couldn't. Due to work you sweat a bit more than usual today. October was a busy month at your job...

So you go shower. You take your phone with you. After a long shower you put on a robe... You get a call...

"Hello?..."

All you can hear on the other side is heavy breathing

"look if this is a joke I'm not in the mood..."

"What door am I at?"

"Excuse me?!" You say more confused than annoyed

"Look I'm not in the mood for-"

"Which door am I at?" The voice said on the other line

"Well are you outside?" You say in a suspicious tone. Now paranoid as you feel like someone is watching you.

"Am I?" The voice on the other side says with a chuckle.

Just then you feel two hands grab you and drag you into your room.

"Looks like you've run out of time" says the man as his voice echos off the phone.

"wait? Who are you?" You ask

"You know me but I don't think you'll find out now" the man sounds familiar to you. You can't really tell who it is by the ghost face mask.

He has a death grip on your hands pinned against the bed.

"Please don't kill me..." You plead as you start crying.

Just then a hand caresses your thigh. The cold leather of the glove caressing your thighs makes you squirm underneath the man as he starts to straddle your thighs.

"I won't hurt you I just wanna play..." His grip on your wrist tightens.

"what I pretty little robe you got on... Got anything under it?" The hand on your thigh goes to the ribbon on your robe.

Before you can say anything he undoes the ribbon and opens your robe he takes in your form.

"my my gotta say baby you look too good right now" his gloved hands caress your body and make you feel hot wherever he's touching.

He takes off one of his gloves and reaches down to your hole as he starts to stretch you out.

"what are you doing" you squirm underneath him

"I have a boyfriend" you squirm harder and you hear Thomas laugh.

Hearing his laugh made you squeeze the fingers that were stretching you.

"Its be baby don't be scared remember we said that we would do this? Well here we are" he laughs sadistically. "Like I said I won't hurt you"

You look closer and under the moonlight you can see his green eyes looking down at you like prey. Tears still staining your cheeks.

"you know you look pretty when you cry" he laughs lowly against your ear.

He lifts his robe up to reveal his hard length against your thighs. He starts to slowly put it in as he watches tears slowly coming to a stop from you.

"At first I felt bad for making you cry but as you can see I kinda started to like seeing those tears from you" you can tell he's smirking under the mask.

This is your boyfriend the same boyfriend who calls you pretty and brings you flowers. The same boyfriend who babies you and takes care of you. He's the exact same man who's on top of you right now getting off to your tears.

He starts to slowly thrust into you. His hand let's go of your wrist and starts to caress your body slowly and lovingly.

"Come on baby... You have no idea how sexy you looked crying... Fuck I wouldn't mind making you cry more often..."

You'd be lying if you said his words weren't making you squirm in pleasure at the thought. His thrust start to get more and more aggressive. As you start to cry but not from feeling scared but from pleasure. You close your eyes and Thoma takes this as an opportunity to lightly choke you.

You let out a choked moan at this and grab his wrist. You look up at his and his thrust get faster and harder.

"That's is pretty just like that... Such a good baby for me" he pants heavily.

His length starts to throbbing inside you. He's so close you can feel it and so are you.

"Thoma tighter please" You beg.

"What was that sweetheart? What do you want tighter? I can feel you tightening around me for sure" you can hear the smirk in his voice and you tighten around him.

"Choke me tighter please Thoma" you beg louder

You hear him let out a sadistic laugh and tighten his grip around your neck as he starts to thrust sloppy but still hitting all your good spots.

With one more thrust deeper and harder into you he bottoms out and lets his cum out deep inside. He feels you cum too. He takes off the mask.

"You did so good for me baby" he peppers you with kisses and gentle caresses. "Maybe next time we can try something else" he laughs

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #thoma smut

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valleydean · 27 days

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CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist | tip

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

When Castiel and Dean arrived at Winchester Gym at 5 o’clock that morning, they had the entire place to themselves. It was too early for the sun to be up, much less the boxers—even those usually keen on getting an early morning workout. The familiar mechanical buzz of the auto repair garage downstairs was also absent.

Dean’s grunts of exertion were the only noises that filled up the brick and concrete room.

It was 7 AM now, and Castiel already had two cups of instant coffee. He was contemplating a third, even if it tasted like sludge. He loathed being out of bed so early, but he’d promised to help Dean train—and mornings were the only times that were feasible.

He tossed the brown leather medicine ball toward Dean, seated on the mat. Dean caught it at his chest, rolled backward onto his spine with his knees tucked, and tossed the ball to Castiel when he rolled forward again. Castiel threw the ball again to repeat the process. Dean shot him an annoyed glare and threw the ball at Castiel with a little more force than necessary.

Dean had sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and the tip of his nose. It darkened the fabric of his favorite sleeveless Everlast sweatshirt around the neck and armpits and created patches on his gray joggers. His cheeks were flushed red in the light of the rising sun pouring honey-gold through the factory-style windows.

Castiel took a step backward and, as he tossed the ball, instructed, “All the way up.”

Dean groaned while he rolled. “You’re killin’ me, man,” he huffed. That time, instead of staying in a seated position, he jumped to his feet and threw the ball to Castiel.

“You asked me to kill you,” Castiel reminded him, returning the ball. He watched Dean catch it and control his backward fall to the mat to roll again. “I believe those were your exact words. ‘I want you to kill me.’”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” Dean barked breathlessly when he was back on his feet.

Castiel caught the ball and frowned at him. He stepped backward again. When Dean was once more upright, he advanced forward, minding his footwork with a step and a drag. Instead of a punch, he threw the ball.

Castiel pushed Dean through a few more repeats before holding the ball to his chest and saying, “Drop.”

Dean muttered a curse under his breath and dropped into pushups and shoulder taps. Castiel circled him, counting forty repetitions before telling Dean to stop. Dean let his arms collapse under him. He rolled over onto the mat and stared up at the rafters. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath.

Meanwhile, Castiel returned the medicine ball to the racks that held the weights. “That’s enough for today.”

“Good,” Dean complained. “I already feel like I did a day’s worth’a training. Now, I gotta do my actual day’s training!” He brought one knee up to his chest and wrapped his hands around it, pulling. Castiel knew that meant his lower back and hips were bothering him. Dean always did have tight hips—likely because he didn’t stretch them enough. Castiel made a mental note to add more stretching to the regimen.

“Michael really makes you do this crap all day? We were supposed to box!”

Castiel rolled his eyes. Dean was acting like he’d never done conditioning before. Kneeling down between Dean’s legs, he grabbed Dean’s knee and gently pressed it to the side to open up his hip. Dean winced. “You already know how to box, Dean. I don’t have to teach you that.”

“You can teach me to be fast,” Dean said.

“You’re fast enough.”

“Not like you!”

Castiel raised a brow down at him before stretching Dean’s other side out. “I won’t change your style. You’ve gotten this far playing to your strengths.”

Dean grunted like it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, even though he must have known Castiel was right. He mused, “Well, at least you didn’t make me jog.” Castiel couldn’t help but laugh lightly at that.

He let go of Dean’s leg, and Dean pushed himself up with his elbows.

“People are gonna start getting here soon,” Dean said.

Castiel realized the sounds of the workmen in the garage below had started up. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “I have a little time… but I can go, if you prefer that.”

“Nah, I need a break,” Dean told him. “I’ll drive you to Garrison. We can get breakfast on the way. I feel like a bagel.”

Castiel tilted his head, bemused as ever at Dean’s unfailing appetite. “You want something that dense after what you just did?”

Dean grinned. “Hell, yeah! I need the carbs. Ooh, and some lox. There’s the protein. Extra onions.”

“You need to watch what you eat,” Castiel advised.

Dean scoffed as if it was a ridiculous notion. “You’re not gonna put me on a nutrition plan, are you?” He always mocked Castiel whenever Michael made him follow one in the weeks leading up a fight.

Just to get a rise out of him, Castiel said, “That isn’t a bad idea.”

Dean’s eyes flashed with fear. “Don’t even think about it!”

Castiel chuckled and leaned over him, his hands on the mat on either side of Dean’s slender waist.

“I mean it, Cas! I’ll kill you!” Dean continued. Castiel caught his mouth in a kiss. Dean hummed and cupped his hands to the back of Castiel’s head. He rocked backward, dragging Castiel down on top of him. Castiel teased his fingers through Dean’s sweat-damp hair.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #dean winchester #dean #castiel #cas #my writing #my post #heavyweight

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zeltqz · 2 years

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missing you

ran haitani pays his girlfriend a visit after couple months long distance. this is mainly fluff, a little bit of angst at the end ish? and smut of course.

content warnings: teasing, doggy style, creampie, choking, he fucks you and your mom's downstairs gasps.

author's note: just a quick little thing i wrote bc I MISS THIS MAN SO MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY.

anyway.

You get distracted very easily. Maybe, that’s why you failed to notice the sound of your room window unlocking from the outside, failed to notice Ran climbing through the tiny space and even failed to notice his presence at all as you’re humming away at that song playing through your cheap headphones.

They were a gift from your middle school before you left, and by gifted, you mean stolen them from the IT room because they fit nicely around your head unlike other headphones.

Ran waits for you to become aware of his presence, but when he’s standing there for another 30 seconds and realises you have 0 awareness of your surroundings, he sighs and flops down onto your bed, pulling out one of your beauty magazines from your side drawer.

You just finish off underlining your work on your notebook, putting down your ruler and pencil to change the song on your phone. When turning on your phone, that’s when you realise the time and how you’ve been studying for a good 4 hours straight and now you realise your stomach rumbling.

Sliding your chair away from your desk, you spin around, ready to head downstairs and harass your mother for dinner when you nearly jump at the sight of your boyfriend laying down on your bed with your magazine in hand, flipping through the pages like he didn’t just break into your house unannounced.

Ran giggles to himself at the loud shriek that leaves your mouth upon seeing him and sits up on his bed. You’re still standing there, frozen in place, your headphones sliding off your head because you dropped your phone the moment you yelled.

“Well?” He states and before you even know what you’re doing, you run towards your bed and jump on him, embracing him in a bear tight hug. He groans upon impact, your weight pushing him down onto the bed as you wrap your arms tight around his neck, digging your face into the crevice of his shoulder.

“I missed you.” He kisses the top of your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist and takes in the scent of your shampoo. His heart flutters inside his chest when he hears you mutter those exact words back into his skin.

You pull away from the hug after what felt like five minutes. “How long have you been sitting there?!”

“Like, 2 minutes maybe?” He reaches up to flick your forehead, “you gotta be more aware of your surroundings.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You slide off of him and move to sit down next to him on the bed. “I was just distracted with my school work.”

“College tough?”

“Mhm. Tougher than I thought. Look.”

He hums as he watches you crawl towards the end of your bed to turn on your lamp. The bulb brightens up your room and he’s able to see your face more clearly. “Look at my eyebags, Ran.”

“Shit.” He curses and reaches a hand out to cup your cheeks. “You gotta get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep, Ran. I have 5 more assignments due this week.” You crawl back into his lap and he finds it amusing how fidgety you are despite being so sleep deprived. “I just wanna quit.”

“Then do it.”

“Can’t.” You sigh into his neck and sit up to wrap your legs around his waist, like a koala hugging a tree. “I wanna be successful.”

“I’m successful without college.”

You pull away from his neck to look at him, “Yeah, but you sell drugs. I don’t.”

“Not anymore.”

You give him an unserious look. “You know what I mean, don’t be a smart ass.” His hands slide down to your pyjama pants, fingers just tracing the waistband, barely crossing the border between skin and fabric.

“If being a smartass means I get 2 hours of sleep a day then I don’t wanna be one.”

“True that, I guess. It’s not worth it.” You mumble, distracted when you run your hands down his chest. “Have you been working out?”

“Fucking Kakucho forced me.”

“I like it.” You trail your gaze back up to his eyes, letting your fingers roam underneath his shirt to feel his chest up without his shirt in the way.

“You wanna know what I like?” He asks and you cock your head to the side. “This.” He reaches inside your pants with two big hands and grips onto your ass hard, causing you to slap at his chest.

“Stop being a pervert, Ran!”

“So you can touch me up, but I can’t touch you? Double standards, babe.”

“It’s not a double standard.”

“Is too.”

“Nope, it’s no—” Your words are cut off when Ran leans forward. He kisses you, slow and tender, your hands coming up to cup at his face. He sighs into your mouth upon feeling that comforting feeling of your body pressed flush against his own and you both melt into each other.

“I missed you so much.” You whisper against his lips and he breaks the kiss, pulling away to soak in the sight of your face, your beautiful face illuminated by the bright yellow bulb on your nightstand.

“Missed you too.” He replies back, fingers sliding out from your pants to grab at your waist, digging his fingers into the flesh.

“How long are you here, in Tokyo?” You ask, sliding off his lap to lay down on your bed, resting your head against the soft pillows.

“Couple hours. Was stopping by and decided to pay my girl a visit. Aren’t I sweet?”

You lift your leg up to gently kick at his sides. “It’s the bare minimum to visit your girlfriend after being away for so long.”

“Maybe it is, but I’m still sweet though.”

“Are you? Where’s my flowers?”

“My presence is worth more than flowers, babe.”

“Is it though?” You laugh loudly when his face deflates, that sweet saracchine smile he’s always carrying on his face falls. “I’m kidding!” You sit up from the bed to hug him again, but his body is unresponsive, not even paying you attention.

“...Ran?” You shake him a couple times, but he’s still ignoring you, checking out his perfectly cut nails instead. “Stop ignoring me!” Silence. “Baby? Babe? Ran, stop.” You frown at him, shaking him more, just wanting a crumb of his attention.

“I love you.” You mutter against his ear before giving his earlobe soft kisses, your hand dropping down to his pants, untying the strings of his sweatpants to slide a hand inside his pants.

“Say it back…please.” You whisper against the skin of his neck before giving it more kisses, humming against his neck as your hands grip at his soft cock, giving it slow strokes as you mark up his neck with lovebites.

“...Fuck.” He cusses when your thumb runs over his tip at the same time your tongue darts out to lick a stripe along the coloumn of his throat.

“Did you like that?” You kiss your way up to his lips, fingers pumping at his cock a little faster as you take his lips in yours, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip before biting at it. “Answer me.”

His hand comes up to your throat, pausing your ministrations and you break the kiss to laugh as he pushes you back down onto the bed. “Don’t tell me what to do, princess.”

“I guess the silent treatment is over.”

“Silent treatment? I was acting like a flower, since you prefer an inanimate objects presence over my own.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. If it wasn’t for the hand around your throat, gently squeezing you then you definitely would’ve. “Are you going to fuck me?”

The answer reveals itself when you hear the sounds of pots and pans clashing together downstairs in the kitchen. “Ain’t your mother down there?”

“Yeah…but if we’re quiet, she won’t notice.”

“You? Quiet?” He just barely dodges the kick you give him.

“I can be quiet! You’re just too rough!”

“Mmmm, can you really blame me?” He’s positioning himself between your legs, sliding your pants down as he removes his cock from his sweats. “You sure you can be quiet?”

“I can. Just…don’t be too rough.”

“What did I say about telling me what to do?” You sigh, throwing your head back, ultimately giving up. You squeeze your eyes shut upon feeling his cockhead rub against your wet folds. You could feel him just barely push the tip in before he’s retracting his cock to stroke at it a couple more times.

You’re getting tired.

“Ran….” You breathe out, desperate to feel him inside you. “Stop doing that.”

“I’m not doin’ anything.” He lies, before doing the exact same thing as before, pushing his tip in a little further this time, far enough that you could feel that burning stretch you’ve grown accustomed too.

Before you could even bask in the pleasure, he’s retreating his cock again. “Ran!” You whine out and he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing.

“Okay, okay! I got you, wait.” His hands slide up your legs, resting under your knees as he spreads your legs further before pushing his cock inside slowly. Your hands fly to your mouth to muffle the moan you almost let out.

He pulls out, again and you swear you’re so close to hitting him.

“Turn over.” His deep voice has your thoughts stilling inside your head.

“O-okay.” You sit up and get on your knees before turning around, resting your arms on the bed and allow him to lift your ass up. A big hand reaches down to lightly smack against the side at a cheek before he’s gripping it hard enough to bruise.

“R-ran, please…” You moan into your pillow, too desperate now to function. You’re pushing your ass back onto him, relishing in the feeling of his tip poking into your thigh.

He watches amused as your hand comes up to try grab at his cock and position it at your entrance, watches amused as your moan gets cut off as you’re pushing back against his cock, forcing it to enter you deeper.

He watches amused, relsishing in the loud moan you give when he snaps his hips against yours, shoving his cock deep inside you, loud enough that not even the pillow could muffle the noise.

“Ran—” You scream his name into the pillow, hoping it’s enough to muffle the sounds of your cries and moans and he digs his hands into the skin of your hips as he fucks you.

“Fuck—missed this pussy s’much.” He says after a moment. You’re trying to push back into him but he’s pulling you back, your pants and cries only turning him on more and he stills his hips in motion.

“Please, don’t, don’t stop, Ran—please, fuck me—”

“Show me how much you want it.”

Your body shakes as you try to look back at him. “H-huh?”

“Fuck yourself back onto it.”

It being his cock, you realise after a couple seconds, your brain struggling to recover from his length stretching out your walls. You push your ass back in one steady motion, until you can feel his fingers digging further into your hips, keeping you in place.

The stimulation has him ever so subtly bucking his hips against yours, only tiny small movements that have him hitting that spot deep inside you. “F-fuck, you’re so tight.” He rolls his hips against yours and you whimper into the pillow, burying your head in your arms.

You’re so wet too, as if the skin on skin noises weren’t enough, the wet sounds coming from your pussy are music to his ears. It’s a miracle your walls aren’t thin because the noise alone would’ve gotten you both caught.

“C’mon, legs up, babe—” You briefly register his voice, his command and you can’t obey this one. Each roll of his hips has your body breaking down, struggling to keep yourself up.

“I—I can’t. Too deep, fuck—” He’s readjusting your legs up before grabbing your hands from around your head, pinning them to your back and you have to bite into the pillow to muffle your moans as he thrusts himself with such force it has your bed shaking.

“Gonna cum. Shit, gonna cum inside you—you want me to fill you up don’tcha? Say it.” He’s unpinning your hands from your back to lift your head up. “Say it.”

“P-please cum inside me.” You beg before he lets go your head to grip at your hips again. You sink back into the pillow, digging your face deep into the fabric to hide the loud moan you let out, walls clenching around his cock as you orgasm.

“Shit, shit—fuck—” Ran’s hips give you one more brutal thrust before his hips still in place, his hips twitch against yours as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

Panting heavily, he lets out a deep sigh before letting go of your hips and your body collapses onto your bed. He watches your pussy twitch a couple times, watches his cum seep out from your folds as you catch your breath.

You shiver when you feel his fingers rub against your lips, grabbing some of his cum before he’s flipping you over to face him. “Open up.”

You crack an eye open to see his cum on his fingers and you obey, opening your mouth and allowing him to fuck his fingers into your throat. “Missed my little slut so much.”

You lift your hand to his wrist and gently pull his fingers out from your lips. “I missed you too.”

“C’mere.” He’s gesturing for you to sit up and when he realises he fucked the energy out of you, he’s laughing. “You okay?”

You don’t even have the energy to nod your head, sinking back down into your pillow as you let out a strange noise that Ran interprets as a yes.

“Will your mother come in here anytime soon?”

You shake your head. “Cuddle me, please.” You hold your arms out, wide enough for him to slip through them, resting his head against your chest, soaking in the sound of your heartbeat as you stroke his braids.

“Could you sleep over tonight?” You ask, hopeful to just hug him for a couple more hours before he disappears to head back to Roppongi for the next couple months.

“I’ll try, baby.” He shifts his head to look up at you, already missing your face.

(His phone is blowing up with texts from his friends telling him to come back so they can leave, but he waits for you to fall asleep before he heads out in the middle of the night).

You wake up to an empty bed and an open window.

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 year

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DS9 2x22 The Wire thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

I'm so excited to watch this again!

I guess we don't know that Julian had the choice to "entertain one of his lady friends" the night before, but I certainly choose to believe he did, he wanted to finish Garak's book more :p

Garak's stammering in "Doctor, what do you think you're doing?" :3

"In my expert medical opinion, I'd say it's sick." XD

"Keiko would be proud of you." Hah - the thing is I can imagine the overly-excited Julian telling her about this at some point and her just sweetly saying "well done, I'm impressed" but in her teacher voice she uses for seven year olds

"It's not like you two are really friends." Julian is NOT being subtle here that at the very least he WANTS to be real friends 😅 this man and lying...

Okay and now he's stabbing the plant with the hypospray because he's so frustrated with not being able to help Garak

VERY dramatic entrance, doctor.

😬😂That looked suspiciously like Quark was miming giving Julian oomax while saying "maybe a late night session in a holosuite".

"Try not to yell at any more admirals for a while." "I wasn't yelling. I was just expressing my feelings. Loudly." Gotta love Sisko

Oh, his poor dejected face at the information recurring taking weeks :3

Love how Julian is called to take care of Garak - this isn't Dr Bashir being called, it's not a medical emergency. It's Julian being Garak's only known friend who's requested.

Is it just me or did Julian check Garak or when he said "We'll go to my quarters"?

That drink exchange was VERY smooth of Quark and Julian

"I routinely monitor all of Quark's subspace communications." "Is that legal?" XD

"I see your point"... That's actually the exact same phrase as altered!Julian uses in Dramatis Personae - only this time it's ihm agreeing to do something questionable with Odo, last time it was to do something reasonable with him.

" I hope you don't have one of those little bugs hidden in my quarters." "Should I?" What's the betting Julian's going to be paranoid about this for a few weeks?

Julian's "What?! *sigh*" after being told Garak had left the infirmary. Idk it gave me feels.

I'm here for his Angry Pacing

"Doctor, did anyone ever tell you that you are an infuriating pest" "Chief O'Brien all the time, and I don't pay any attention to him either." That answer came SO quickly, he didn't even have to think about it

"I'm a doctor. You're my patient. That's all I need to know" JULIAN I CANNOT WITH YOU

Ohh, his sad looking downness <3 <3

Endless endless compassion, I love you so much

"Right now I'm not concerned with what you did in the past. I'm simply not going to walk out of here and let you die. We need to turn that implant off and whatever withdrawal symptoms or side effects you may experience, I promise I'll help you through them." Is he really not in love with Garak?! Because this is some gay shit Julian Subatoi Bashir. GAY I tell you

"In that case I want to talk to him now. Wake him up." "I'll do no such thing." "Doctor, these are murder cases and Garak may be a suspect." "That may be so, but he's still my patient and I won't have him disturbed." I am WILD about calmly resolute Doctor Bashir

I love a sleepy Julian :3

Garak's manic speech is incredible. WHAT a performance. My word. I couldn't look away.

" I can't believe that I actually enjoyed ... staring into your smug, sanctimonious face." Staring into Julian's face sounds pretty gay to me, Garak. (Who wouldn't enjoy staring at it though?)

Ah yes, wrestling on the floor with your alien crush while he is out of his mind. Definitely never happened before in Trek. No parallels here to be drawn.........

"I don't want to hurt you." And presumably he actually could.

Julian whizzing through all the samples, brining one back having seen it for all of 2 seconds and immediately knowing which one to overlay it with. THAT SEEMS PRETTY GENETICALLY ENGINEERED TO ME. I swear I don't know how that crackpot retcon worked so well, but it DOES

"More than I deserve." Oooh, callback to earlier int he episode when he said "Has it ever occurred to you that I might be getting exactly what I deserve?" .... My HEART

"I've about given up on learning the truth from you, Garak."I The FONDNESS with which he SAYS this!

"We were closer than brothers...."Sons of Train" welp, that's the 'true' bit

Holding handsssss!!!

There's no way Sisko sanctioned this, right? Did Julian just steal the shuttle craft?!

Okay then, just beam into the house of someone you know to be extremely dangerous and start poking around?! Your curiosity, Julian, I swear...

*wide smile* "I always drink Tarkalian! ..." -suddenly realises that this is VERY personal information Tain has on him- "...Tea."

Did he just GIGGLE? *rewatches* Yep, it's definitely there - "Are all the Starfleet Lieutenants as brash as you are?" "I couldn't say - hehe - though I doubt it."

"I thought you were his friend." "I suppose I am." YES HE SAID IT that's the first step

"Information is your business." Julian you are bold as BRASS

"he'll never come home again" oof, knowing the double meaning of home as Cardassia and to Tain

The disappointment in Julian's face at the answer to his "Who was Elim?" question

Ohhh, that last conversation. Julian's so damn fond of him. That smile at the end. They ARE in love.

Well this was delightful. What a good episode. I had forgotten, and wasn't sure if it had just been hyped up. But no. Truly phenomenal. Thanks, DS9!

#ds9 the wire #ds9 2x22 #julian bashir #garak #garashir #andi watches ds9 #THEY'RE SO GAY THOUGH #DAYUM #WSB

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Obsession (sex and zombies- chapter 9)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- You can’t even look at him without blushing. And he knows it too.

warnings- 18+ content MDNI! filthy library smut:)

notes- one of my favourite scenes in this work tbh...

You walked your way down to the library, with the intent to find something you hadn’t read yet. Which was hard since you’d read basically the entire room. But you were on a mission to find something new. While flipping through a book, you heard the door open and close behind you.

It was Rick.

You quickly glanced over your shoulder and saw him, button up shirt with rolled up sleeves. Only furthering the attention you pay to his arms.

You didn’t say anything. Instead went back to your book, reading the synopsis on the back.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you heard his deep voice behind you.

“Oh?” You knew that. Glenn had told you.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not.”

“Really? Then what is it? ”

When you turned around, he was much closer than a moment ago, leaning against the bookcase beside you.

“I just…” your gaze started at his arms, then traveled to his waist, his belt, his hands. Oh god, his hands.

“Just…?” he was waiting for an answer.

“You seemed busy. I didn’t want to…impose,”

“If you know I’m looking for you then it’s not really imposing is it?” He took the book from your hands, that you’d been fidgeting with, and placed it back on the shelf.

He licked his lips. Looking you up and down, and settling his gaze on your face.

“I like this dress,” he changed the topic, pointer finger brushing the lace hem of your sundress. Inspecting the little flowers covering its delicate fabric.

“Gotta find you some sunscreen hey?” His hand made its way up to your shoulder, your tan now a little red. All that help gardening in the summer sun.

His touch was doing things that you used to only dream of. You craved the nights that he would sneak into your cell and kiss you all over. But the busier he got with work around the prison and little baby Judith, the less time he had for you and your personal needs.

You were understanding of course. But you still wish he'd try a little harder to get you alone like he used to, pulling you away after the sun set, hushing your giggles and moans with the palm of his hand.

“Or maybe just less gardening shifts. You could let me take the watchtower more often.” You suggested. They were always shaded. Plus, you were a good shot.

“No, I like having you in the field with me.”

“With you? Or just not with him?”

He smirked and raised his eyebrows. You could see it click in his head. Why you’d been avoiding him.

After the whole watchtower situation, you’d felt a little… used, for lack of a better word. Like you were some tool to boost his ego. To prove to Daryl, and maybe even himself, how loyal you were. How well you listened. How absolutely wrapped around his finger you really were.

And it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it. The exact opposite, actually. You couldn't even look at the two men without blushing, especially not when the others were around. You wanted a round two. Badly. It was constantly consuming your mind and memory. So you figured you could use Rick's ever-growing, busy body nature, to your advantage. As a feeble attempt to tame your very sinful desires.

The goosebumps on your arms snapped you back to Rick's attention. His hand brushing down your arm, lower now, fingers tangling in between yours.

His voice got really low. A whisper even though you were alone.

“Definitely not with him,” A playful grin spread across his face.

He was cornering you now. Into the book shelf. Your back hit the wood shelves.

“But mostly, I just like watching you in those adorable overalls I found you,”

You had made a point of wearing them a lot since he gave them to you. His hands moved to your waist, giving you a slight squeeze. Your breath hitched slightly. Earning another grin from the man in front of you.

“It's hard not to watch you all day. Looking like this. I know that he can’t help but stare. Cause I can’t either.” He admits.

“Maybe you should be on watchtower then,” you tell him. “That way you could really watch me all day,” your hands were making their way to his belt, tracing the buckle with your nails, then pulling slightly at the dark leather.

“But then I’d have to put you on watchtower too so I could keep you right next to me.”

His lips were close now, his knee started to nudge your own, settling in against you.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” you were almost out of breath. The way his hands were running up and down your sides, threatening to take your dress off. It made your head all foggy. The way it usually did. You could feel your eyes fluttering shut at his touch, daring him to take you, right there in the library of the prison.

His lips pressed to yours and your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him in even closer. He added more pressure on his thigh between your legs, letting a quiet moan leave your mouth. Almost grinding down on his leg.

He lifted your dress, and his hands pulled at your thighs, dragging you up onto him. Wedged between him and the wall, you wrapped your legs around him, and his hands went straight to your ass. Lips still moving against yours. He noticed the strap of your dress had fallen, and his attention moved to your exposed neck and shoulder. Attacking you with sweet, wet kisses. The stubble on his face tickled your sensitive skin.

“I really like this dress,” he repeated against your skin, hands now toying with your panties, under your dress. Ready to strip you of them.

“Rick…” you whispered, arching into his touch.

“Mmm, you smell so good,” he kissed your neck again.

“…Taste so good,” Another kiss. The feeling of his bulge against you was driving you insane. And his teasing remarks didn’t help either.

“Please… “ another whimper escaped your lips.

He let out a dry laugh against your skin and moved the two of you over to the table, sitting you down, but still pressed in between your legs. You started at his belt. His eyes closed as he let your foreheads come together. Savoring the feeling of your hands, pushing the fabric down. Just enough to take him in your hands. Pumping a few times.

A little groan escaped him and you decided to do a little more. For your perfect leader. He deserved to relax. He never failed to make you feel good. So it was time to return the favor. You slipped off the table, down to your knees, and took him in your mouth. As soon as he felt your tongue on his shaft, his hands were in your hair, and a swear under his breath.

“Fuck,”

You sucked and licked, still pumping with your hand as he guided your head back and forth, creating a rhythm. After a few moments, you looked up at him through your eyelashes and he swore.

“You look so pretty like this...” he groaned again.

You kept your pace up, eyes starting to water as he involuntarily bucked his hips further down your throat. He was already close.

“C’mhere sweet girl,” he tugged gently on your hair, pulling you off of him. You go to stand up and he turns you around, so that he was pressed against your ass, and you were pressed against the table.

His mouth found your shoulder blade and he ripped your panties off in one fluid motion. Earning a pained squeak from yourself. He chuckled against your skin while stuffing the lacy item in his back pocket. Anyone could walk in. But that was part of the fun. You heard him tear open a condom and roll it on behind you. His kisses scattered your shoulder and neck as he lined himself up, rubbing his tip against your wet entrance. Teasing you. Always fucking teasing.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“Rick…”

“I wanna hear it.” You were throbbing at this point. Hot and bothered. No other way to put it. It had been way too long since you'd had him alone.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Just say it,” another kiss on your neck as he pushes the tip in only.

“Please Rick, god,” you arched back into him. Hoping for more. He chuckled and you sighed.

“Just fuck me. Please I need you so bad it h-“ you started to give in but he shut you up quickly. He pushed himself into you all at once. Making you gasp a little. That earned another laugh into your skin. His body was fully pressed up against yours. Your dress lifted and bunched up above your ass, with his hands pulling at your hips, urging you onto him.

He gave you a moment to adjust before he started to pound into you, over and over.

A palm on your back pushed you down slightly, bending you over, hands catching on the table. Rick continued his rough pace, effortlessly earning repetitive moans and praise from you. His thumbs dug into the dimples on your back as he fucked you hard.

Right when you thought you were close, an arm wrapped around your torso, and pulled you up against his chest. He started pounding into you even harder. You couldn’t even help the whimper that left you. Being held by him, forearm pressed against your breasts, pulling you into his warmth. It made you weak.

“You have no idea,” his breath was shaky in your ear, “what you do to me,”

Everywhere that your body was touching his, was on fire. Not even being able to concentrate on his words as he pounded into you. Your own hand coming up to stop yourself from screaming out loud. The other one clawed at his forearm.

You came undone and your core began to shake, but he didn’t let up, instead lifting the back of your knee up, propping your leg against the table, deepening his angle even more. Your orgasm never even stopped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He continued to fuck you into the table, his hands grabbing roughly at your skin, leaving marks for him to kiss and trace later in bed.

Finally you felt his hips stutter and in a few slow thrusts, the arm wrapped around you had moved to your face. Grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back at him as his lips caught yours.

“Fuck.” He gently let your leg back down, now shaky. He tossed the condom in the trash, tucked himself back in his jeans, and started buckling up his belt. You turned around and leaned against the table, facing him. Catching your breath. He came up close and pressed against you once more. His hands went straight to your face and he kissed you again. For a long moment he didn't let you stop. Tongue tracing your lips, hands still holding you close. You grasped at the collar of his shirt. Letting him know how badly you will always need him.

When you both stopped to catch your breath he didn't leave your space. Instead, he ran his hands down your dress. Smoothing it out. Pulling it down and adjusting it. Then he moved on to your hair, smoothing it down and tucking a strand behind your ears.

He looked at you and opened his mouth as if he wanted to tell you something. But your attention broke away to look at the doorway.

There were footsteps from down the hall. With an annoyed sigh Rick moved out of your space and grabbed the book off the shelf. Handing it to you just as the door opened.

“Oh sorry! Um…” Carol looked at the two of you. Rick's shirt untucked. You adjusting the strap that had fallen off your shoulder. And remembering quickly that you weren’t wearing any panties. Not that anyone would be able to tell. Other than that, you were both dressed. Presentable even.

“I need to have a word with you,” she directed at Rick.

“What’s up?”

She kept looking at him but didn’t answer. After an awkward moment of silence you spoke up,

“I’m gonna go… find Daryl,” you wave your book at the doorway. “Did you happen to see him?” an attempt at escaping in the least awkward way possible. It was clear you weren’t invited into this conversation.

She gave you a sweet smile. “He’s in the yard, sitting around the fire,”

“Thanks,” you smile back, heading for the hallway, looking back only for a moment, you could feel Rick's gaze still on you.

“What the hell are you doing ?” You could hear Carol ask him when she thought you could no longer hear. But the rest was too quiet and you were now too far to eavesdrop. Not that you would anyway. Still, it left you a little curious on what was such a secret.

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Later that night Rick climbed into your bed, snaking an arm around you. You nestled into him quickly.

“You smell like smoke,” he whispered.

“You missed a good fire,” you replied.

For a moment you laid there. His thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“What did Carol have to talk to you about?”

“Oh nothing. Just uh… council stuff.”

“Oh.” you wanted to know what he told her. What his reason for you being together in the library was.

“I didn’t lie to her,” like he could read your mind, he answered. “I didn’t tell her the whole truth but…”

“-she knows,” you finished for him.

He nodded from behind you. Pulling you in even closer.

“You’re not a secret,” his voice was so quiet. “Just so you know.”

His hand made its way between your legs, underneath your pj shorts, and you bit your lip so as not to make a sound.

“You’re so perfect,” his lips were on your neck, right behind your ear. “Everything I'll ever need,” Fingers rubbing your clit over your panties. In all truth, you didn’t care if whatever you two were doing was or wasn’t a secret. That didn't matter to you. All you cared was that he would never stop touching you and whispering those sweet, sweet nothings in your ear.

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prismatic-bell · 2 years

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So I cut up a copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yesterday for an art project, and this involved literally slitting every single page out of the book, so I was sort of skimming a paragraph or two as I went without really caring which page I was on, and.

Y'all know how bad the "all the Slytherins abandoned Hogwarts because in the end all Slytherins are eeeeeeevil" thing in Deathly Hallows was?

I forgot all about this particular shitshow in GoF. At the end of year feast Dumbledore has everybody stand and toast Cedric, which, okay, valid, appropriate. He was apparently popular and well-liked and the student body just went through his utterly unexpected death, which had to be both shocking and traumatic. Death rituals like a toast or a funeral are a way for people to seek closure and healing.

But then he's like "and also Harry brought back the body so you should toast him the exact same way."

Like bruh??? Harry explicitly states, all the time, that he doesn't like the attention he gets just for being Harry Fucking Potter. Everyone else knows Cedric died, Harry watched him die. Harry knows Cedric died for the crime of not being Harry. Seriously. I realize there were rumors that Harry had killed Cedric and Dumbledore probably wanted to put the kibosh on those (valid, appropriate), but ugh this was an awful way to do it.

And then it's like "everybody stood and toasted Harry but Harry noticed a lot of the Slytherins didn't."

Like dude? I wouldn't either. From Harry's personal perspective (and Dumbledore's, since he's got the full story), he's just gone through a shocking, severely traumatizing experience. In a Victorian novel this would have been the point his hair turned white. He witnessed an innocent boy die, he saw the man who got his parents killed severely deliberately mutilate himself, he saw his dead parents, he fought a dude who very very wants him dead and probably gave extreme Uncanny Valley vibes, like it was a very bad night to be Harry Potter and that was even before all the Barty Crouch stuff. But from my perspective as a random-ass student, I don't know any of that. What I've seen is that Harry weaseled his way into the Triwizard, spent a year going slowly crazy as per the newspaper, and then disappeared into a maze and came back with a body. I have no reference, except Dumbledore's word, for what happened to Harry, and even assuming I believe Dumbledore, it's like "gee, that's awful." There's no emotional impact the way that "my classmate who I knew and liked walked into a maze and only came out as a dead body" has.

And also, from a narrative standpoint it just cheapens the impact of the toast to Cedric. Cedric just died. Cruelly, needlessly, pointlessly. Yes, let's toast him, let's remember him, that is the right thing to do.

But, of course, let's not let it overshadow the Harry Is A Very Special Good Boy Moment. We gotta call him out and have the whole school kiss his ass, and if they don't we're gonna imply they're Death Eaters, every one of them from ages eleven to seventeen.

I really don't like the word cringe, but this? Oh, boy. Now this is cringe.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.

Mayans MC Masterlist

Part two of A Gentle Kind of Love.

Contains: Fluff, mutual pining, angst (endless longing, Canche) slow burn, violence, flashbacks in italics. Cannabis use.

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"So if you will. Please fall in love with me"

You arrived at the Clubhouse just as everything was getting busy, Angel running up to you with a smile, "you came."

You nodded, "I did, can I get this over with?"

His smile widened, "come on, Marcus is excited to meet you." Angel walked over and introduced you, "Marcus, this is y/n, y/n this is Marcus."

You stuck out your hand, "hello, I've heard so much about you."

He smiled, "yeah, and I've heard a lot about you. The guys really love you."

You smiled back, "only because I indulge their ideas."

You turned to the woman next to him, she was poised and put together, her gentle smile glowing in the afternoon sun, "Marcus must be your husband."

Izzy smiled and took your hand, "I like this woman, you're my husband for once instead of me being your wife."

"Well behind every successful man."

Marcus chuckled, "I can see why they like you."

You sat down on the bench next to Angel, "so what do you do for a living?" Izzy seemed curious and you looked at Angel with suspicion.

"I am a psychologist."

Marcus raised his eyebrows, "wow. Looks like EZ might have some competition."

You laughed, "never, I might have a great memory but I took the milk out of the fridge yesterday then went looking for it two seconds later."

"And funny too. Do you have a specialty?"

You nodded, "complex trauma. Not the best but I love my job."

A quiet came over briefly, "are you seeing anyone?" Izzy's tone was neutral.

Now you were sure Angel was talking, "nope, just me and my three cats." Angel choked on his beer.

"Oh, you fucker. What did you tell them?"

He threw his hands in the air, "nothing, I might have brought up that you and Manny were getting along well when Marcus came to see how he was settling in."

You kicked him quickly under the table, "what was that for?"

You turned to Marcus and Izzy, "I'm sorry about that, Angel doesn't know what he's talking about and is sticking his head where it doesn't belong."

Marcus shook his head, "ignore him y/n. Tell me more about your work."

As the afternoon wore on, you forgot you didn't want to be there. Manny was busy with other Mayans and you had managed to dodge him, that was until you and Izzy returned from taking some of the kids for a walk around the area. He was standing right by the doors as you walked in. You waved at him with a soft smile and he waved back but any hopes of him being too busy to talk were dashed as he came walking over to you.

"Hey Tesoro, long time no see."

You nodded, "yes, three weeks to be exact." You did your best to try and keep it casual but he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into his embrace.

"I missed talking to you."

You smiled, "yeah, I missed you too." Your phrasing gave him pause, but he didn't mention it.

"You wanna get a drink?"

You nodded, "I'd like that."

Izzy and Marcus watched on from afar, "Angel is right, those two are in love."

Izzy smiled, "I can see that. She's a nice woman, she's good with kids and she seems to have her head on straight. You said Manny and EZ are the future of the Club, I can see her standing behind him."

Marcus smiled, "they've got to get there first."

Manny had his arm looped over your shoulder, "you run into Canche yet?"

Manny clicked his tongue, "that fucker, he better hope I don't"

It was no secret why Manny transferred, Canche let something slide that made most people homicidal. "You were his VP Manny, he's going to want answers above what you gave him when you handed in your papers."

He huffed, "I don't think he wants to hear what I have to say about him."

You smiled softly, "oh well, I won't hesitate to tell him what I think about him."

Manny smiled, "I can't wait to see that. Can I ask you a question?"

You nodded, "you just did but sure."

"You and the prospect, what went on there?"

You sighed, "Coco never said anything?"

He shook his head, "Angel let it slip that you climbed out the window one night but that's it."

Your eyebrows wrinkled, someone must have talked, "we just didn't gel like that."

He nodded, "really, because he had a lot to say about you."

"I'm aware, Coco called me. Whatever he said, he's lying, I didn't have sex with him."

Manny hid his smile, "I'm glad, the other women don't seem to like him much and you deserved to be looked after."

You huffed cynically, "wow, if only every man had your attitude."

He smirked, it was laced with charm and seduction, "oh really, well there's..."

"You two seem cosy." It was Canche, coming to ruin the day.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You tried to stay calm.

He looked you up and down, "I'm his old President."

You smiled nasty, "oh, the guy who doesn't think certain people should be strung up by their scrotums and bled dry like the pigs they are. Can I help you?"

Canche blinked, "who do you think you are?"

Manny stepped in front of you and stood over the man, he had at least four inches on him, "someone who's a lot better than you." His tone was calm and not in a good way. You put your hand on his shoulder in hopes of getting him to relax but he didn't seem to notice.

"I think you need to walk away before things get bloody, Manny had every right to leave after what you did and I don't blame him. As for outsiders knowing about it, you can't complain, people talk when shit like that happens."

Canche's face got nasty, "you need to pull in your bitch, that kind of shit wouldn't fly in Yuma."

You were grateful you saw Manny's reaction in slow motion because you managed to step in and stop it before Manny's fist found Canche's face. There was no way you could have prevented a fight if Manny really wanted one to happen, you could feel the strength coiled behind his lean muscle. You took his face in your hands and put yourself between Manny and Cache, "Manny listen to me. You have very nice hands, his face isn't worth it."

Canche went to speak and you cut him off, spinning on your heel to face him, "he has four inches on you and he's younger and fitter, this doesn't end well for you if a fight starts. Now walk away before you get yourself hurt." Something about your tone must have knocked some sense into him because he was walking off in a huff.

"You good?"

Manny swallowed, "that fucker...." You put your hand on his chest.

"That fucker has a higher rank than you, you can't just hit him." You were hoping he'd listen.

Manny calmed down and smirked at you, "you think I have nice hands?"

You thumped his chest, "grow up."

He threw his arm back over your shoulder and walked you into the Clubhouse, "come on Tesoro, I want to introduce you to the Yuma guys I like."

"I told you so, she's got a good head on her shoulders."

Marcus smiled at his wife, "I'll talk to Bishop and see what's going on there."

Someone cleared their throat, "you can try but Bish is pretty fed up, he might just yell at you."

They turned their heads, Angel was standing there sipping on a beer, his face neutral.

"Where did you come from?" Marcus looked around like Angel had come from a puff of smoke.

He shrugged, "I want them to be happy."

Being with Manny was effortless, you didn't even notice how things felt like nothing had changed, like you hadn't talked to each other in weeks. "They are far superior, I don't know how you can even stomach store bought tomatoes when you've had the ones I've grown."

He smiled, "I ain't saying that sweetheart, I'm saying that I can't come to your house and raid your garden every time I want dinner."

"That's fair, but you're going to have to cook for me now just to prove you can."

He chuckled, "alright, I suppose you're right, I've eaten plenty of your food. I should pay you back."

You smiled, "I like the sound of that, what's on the menu?"

He thought for a minute, "what do you like?"

This was starting to feel like something else, "I'll eat anything but I'm a salt addict so that makes it easy for you."

He nodded, "great, you bring the fresh stuff and I'll cook it."

You smiled, "I like the sound of that. I didn't even know you could cook."

He huffed, "I live all by my lonesome, I can't be eating takeout every day."

You smiled, "wow, handsome and capable."

You released what you said just after you said it, "you think I'm handsome?"

"Oh shut up Emmanuel."

He chuckled, "so I'm Emmanuel now, there anything else you want to tell me?"

Oh, so much. "Nope, nothing." Your mind was racing, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

"You look like your having fun." You had never been so happy to hear Angel's voice.

"How do you keep appearing out of nowhere?"

He shrugged, "aren't you glad I convinced you to come?"

You nodded, "I am. But Canche's a dick."

Angel cocked his head in agreement, "yeah, we know."

Manny sighed, "if Marcus doesn't do something about him, Yuma's going to go to pieces."

Angel tutted, "maybe that's for the best, the rot starts at the top."

You nodded, "Angel's right Manny, if the culture of the charter was different, Canche wouldn't have even thought about being on that monster's side. I'm sure you can think of times when that kind of attitude has been extended to other members. You wouldn't have transferred if it was a one time thing."

Manny smiled, "you're know more than you let on, don't you?"

"I'm very observant."

Angel shook his head, "not observant enough."

You sighed, you didn't have the energy to deal with Angel being cryptic. "I'm gonna get us some beer, you want something y/n?"

You nodded, "just a water please." Angel headed to the bar, leaving you and Manny alone again.

"You don't drink?"

You shook your head, "I get migraines, so no, I don't."

Manny grunted in sympathy, "shit, that sucks."

You sighed, "yeah, it does."

Manny reached out and put his hand on your knee, "thank you for believing me."

He smiled, "wow, you must have encountered some assholes if you're thanking me for that."

You nodded, "yep."

Angel returned with a curious look on his face, "we good here?"

His eyes moved to Manny's hand on your leg and Manny removed it to take the beer from him, "yep, all good." You nodded your head quickly in agreement.

The food came out about an hour later, and you all headed up to get a plate. People were drunk now and the talking got louder and less casual. It was the reek of cheap whiskey that clued you in that someone was standing closer than they should be. You turned your head and were met with a very drunk Canche, "you right there?"

He shook his head and sipped his drink, "I wanna know why you're so interested in a traitor."

You could feel Manny stiffen behind you, "I don't need to explain anything to you, stop ruining my night."

He spun and faced you and Coco grabbed Manny's elbow and spoke softly to him, "she can handle herself."

You stepped back and crossed your arms, "did you not hear me, what are you still standing here for, you have your food, you don't need to bother me."

He huffed, "you have spent the whole night strutting around like you own the place, I wanna know where it comes from."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "you're projecting, now walk away, I will not hesitate to protect myself."

The room had gone quiet, everyone paying attention to you and Canche "Oh, you're so big and tough, I bet you beg....." That was the last straw, you acted faster than Canche could think, your fist coming to strike his throat. You pushed him against the bar and got close to his face.

"The last man to mention me begging isn't adjusting well to being blind on account of my thumbs going into his eyeballs. Do not give me a reason to alleviate you of yours."

Someone went to step forward but you stopped by the sound of a gun coming out of its holster, "come any closer to me and he loses his foot. I want to finish my conversation."

Manny swallowed and glanced away from the scene, turning to Coco, "I didn't know she carried."

Coco shrugged, "I think that was the point bro."

Canche was shocked, he was smart enough to know how this would go if he stepped wrong, "I think you are the worst kind of person, you aren't just a monster, you help monsters hurt children because you're too greedy to make the call, and it's not even a hard call. I have nothing to say to you and no reason to explain myself."

Angel was standing with Marcus along the front wall, watching on in amusement, "you want me to do something about that?"

Marcus shook his head, "nah, Canche should have taken Manny leaving as a hint to humble himself."

You let him up and he adjusted his kutte, looking around for support but finding none, "you got a mouth on you."

The kick to his testicles had him going down like a lead balloon and then Manny was pulling you away, "hey, y/n. That's enough."

Canche pushed himself up and went to speak, but the look in your eyes had him second guessing, "go off and lick your wounds, don't make me take action you'll really regret." He hobbled away and the music kicked back on, Manny was standing there wide eyed and impressed.

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you."

You smiled, "there's a lot you don't know about me Emmanuel."

Knock knock

Manny opened the door with a smile and you lifted the bag of fresh fruits and vegetables, "hello."

He took the bag from your hand, "hi, please come in."

You threw off your shoes and walked in, looking around his cosy apartment, "wow, you are clean."

He smiled and put the bag on the counter, "is that a surprise?"

You nodded, "for the most part, no offence but most men I know who live alone only change their sheets once a year."

He screwed up his face in disgust, "oh that is so gross."

He started unpacking and opened the fridge, getting out a jug of water before offering it to you, "and gold star service, what's on the menu tonight?"

He smirked and smelled the herbs, "with all this? something really good."

You sighed, "so it's a surprise?"

Manny nodded, "yep, you wanna help?"

"Of course I do." He slid an onion across the table then handed you a knife and a cutting board, he watched you as you cut it, "ok, I'm very impressed, a clean house, cold water and a knife so sharp it could cut bone. You are very capable."

He grinned, "wait until you eat the food."

He crushed the garlic under his palm then ran his own knife through it, "I'm happy you're choosing to season your food, I would stop being friends with you if you only used one clove."

He snorted, "I wouldn't blame you. You've been everywhere, what's your favourite dish?"

You thought for a moment, "ooo, that's hard. Like I told you, I'm a salt fiend so I love salt baked stuff. I have this salt baked chicken in France that I ate almost every day. I managed to get the recipe, needless to say, I have to stop myself from cooking it all the time."

He licked his lips, "shit that sounds good, you better cook it next time we all come over. What about sweets?"

"Chocolate mud cake, made with buttermilk, browned butter and lots and lots of chocolate."

He moaned, "ok, enough. You're making me drool."

You chuckled, "wait till you walk into the house and smell the chicken cooking, it creates this super salty juice that is amazing on fresh rice…"

He threw a tea towel at you with a smile, "you're making me feel inadequate."

You pressed your lips together to stop a laugh, "first time?"

He smirked, "maybe." You couldn't hold it any longer and neither could Manny, his face split into a grin as you started to laugh. You both laughed until you ran out of breath, then the oven timer sang.

He was right, the food was amazing. He had cooked a whole spread, a vegetable quiche with veggies from your garden, beef tacos with pickled red onions, a herb and rice dish with chicken broth and the most delicious strawberry tart.

Everything was perfectly seasoned and cooked, by the end, you were stuffed full and happy. "That was delicious."

He smiled, "thank you, I guess now that I've proven I can cook, I'll be helping you all the time?"

You nodded, "yep, there'll be no getting out of it now but it means you'll get the first pick on taking leftovers home. Was this your master plan?"

He held his hands up, "you got me, the only reason I did this is so you'll acknowledge my skills and ask me to help you cook every time."

You smiled, "I'm fine with that."

"What's got you all happy?"

Manny had been smiling all morning, "nothing."

Bishop didn't believe him for one minute, "really? Because you've been grinning like an idiot since you got in this morning, you wanna tell me the truth?"

Manny shook his head, "really, it's….."

Angel sat down next to them with a smile, "so it has nothing to do with your dinner last night?"

Bishop's eyebrows wrinkled, "what?"

Angel smiled, "Manny and the good doctor had dinner at his place last night."

Manny huffed, "it was just dinner, she left after the dessert."

Angel didn't drop his smile, "so it wasn't a date?"

Manny sighed, "no it wasn't. Just because you are an ungrateful asshole doesn't mean I am. I just wanted to thank her for all the cooking she did."

Angel tutted, "you could have taken it to her house, you didn't need to invite her over."

Bishop grunted, "Angel, that's enough. Leave Manny alone."

Angel snorted, "if you say so Bish."

"Ok, what's the worst parent you've dealt with?"

You were thankful that they were talking about work and not your dinner with Manny, "it's always the same one, just in different bodies. I sometimes go to schools to work in severe bullying cases, and the perp's parents go on and on about how good their kid is. Most of the time, I meet parents and the child's behaviour makes so much more sense."

"Gee, do people really fuck up that bad?" You nodded at Gilly's question.

"All the time, parents are so blind that they truly ruin their children but not giving them discipline. As part of a state mandate, I have to work with a certain number of kids on behaviour programs. The parents are the reason whenever I've had to let patients go. Half the time, the kids want to change but part of that is the parents admitting they need to do better and it doesn't happen."

They all seemed to understand, "what about you guys? I'm sure you've had some terrible customers."

They all shared a look before iz answered your question, "demon Dave and his wife. They were hell."

You leaned in, "tell me more."

Riz smiled, "they turn up in their SUV screaming that the odometer was running faster than they drove, turns out, they were both cheating and running it up seeing their side pieces."

"Oh, that's just perfect. How did you find out?"

Taza smiled, "I caught the wife at a cafe. The worst part about is, the husband tried to sue us for emotional damage."

You gasped, "no, what happened?"

Angel sipped his beer with a smile, "it didn't get anywhere, he was also stealing from his work, our lawyer found out and threatened to ruin his life."

Something didn't add up, "how did your lawyer find out?"

Coco smiled, "Chucky."

You smiled, "good old Chucky, God I love that dude."

You had stopped by the garage for an oil change, Coco greeting you with a smile. "You have to meet Chucky, you will love him." While EZ drove your car undercover, Coco walked you into the office and introduced you to the man sitting at the desk.

He stood up and walked over, that was when you saw his hands. Coco didn't wait for you to ask, not that you would, "the Triad cut them off because he couldn't stop touching himself."

You blinked, "CMD miss."

You nodded, "I'm really sorry you struggled with that and I'm sorry someone chopped off your fingers."

He shrugged, "I am healing."

You smiled, "well, that's all that matters. Now I have some time before my car's done and since Coco told me I'd like you, tell me about yourself."

"What about you Manny? I'm sure you have some tails from Yuma."

Manny smiled, "Canche was the only asshole there."

You laughed, "wow, you really don't like the man."

Manny shook his head, "no one does."

Taza agreed, "we don't really like Yuma, to be honest."

You nodded, "I can see that, the tension is palpable when they're here. Are there people I need to be worried about?"

They looked at each other, "you're a smart woman, I'm sure you know without us telling you."

You smiled softly, "yeah, I've noticed that with certain guys, you tend to give the women they're talking to pressing tasks before they head to the dorms. My question is, why doesn't Marcus know that one of his chapters is filled with predators?"

They looked at each other, "we need Yuma, more accurately, Canche is in with some important people."

You sighed, "ahh, now I get it. It sounds like he needs to meet a sticky end and take the rest of the poison with him."

Bishop huffed, "you know, one day those great observation skills are going to get you into trouble."

You raised your eyebrows, "if you were going to kill me for knowing the truth, you would have done it already. The fact is, you know I won't say anything to anyone and I know that lying to you about knowing how you make your money isn't worth the hassle."

"You got some balls, you know that?"

You smiled, "I try Creep."

Manny looked deep in thought, "how did you figure it out?" You smiled, "when I first met you all, Coco had been clean for six months and yet there was Narcan everywhere, that combined with the fact that you always have someone on the line who seems to fix problems without even showing their face kinda clued me in."

Bishop smiled, "you were a bit blunt about it, I think it's the reason I like you so much."

"So, what's your read on us?"

You smiled, "you as people or you as drug dealers?" The Clubhouse was pretty much empty, just some the Santo Padre Mayans and some hang arounds, you were sitting with Manny, Hank and Bishop in the corner so it wasn't like anyone could hear you.

"Don't look so shocked, I'm a doctor, you don't think I can read people like open books?" Bishop blinked and went to respond but you cut him off, "I'm not going to tell on you, this isn't third grade and Coco is my friend. You don't need to worry about me, all I ask is that I never see the drugs."

Hank nodded, "we can do that."

You smiled, "great, then we have an agreement and we can go back to pretending like you're just mechanics and scrap metal dealers."

"Blunt is the only way to be. I spend my whole day finding nice and compassionate ways to say things, it's nice to be able to take off the white coat."

Manny smiled, "that must be hard, always being polite?"

You nodded, "it's harder when I have to go to court, one day I'm going to be on the news for killing a defence attorney."

Angel smiled, "ah, we'll bust you out if you do."

"Fancy seeing your here."

You smiled at the sound of Manny's voice, "well it is the only place to get good meat. I am not buying that package shit from the supermarket."

Manny strode up to the counter, "what's on the menu tonight?"

You sighed, "not for me, I feed my cats raw and they're out of food, they won't eat anything other than Felipe's stuff."

Felipe smiled, "what a ringing endorsement."

Manny nodded, "oh it is, you should see these cats."

Felipe chuckled, "I've seen lots of photos, they are very spoilt."

You shook your head, "what about you?"

He pointed to the spatchcock chicken, "I watched some fancy cooking show last night, I'm gonna do that thing where you cook the chicken under a brick."

"Oh, yum. It's literally called chicken under brick."

Manny laughed, "good to know, have you ever had it?"

You nodded, "once or twice, it's really nice. It's not better than my salt baked one though."

He shook his head, "stop teasing me."

Felipe sighed and handed you your meat while you handed over the cash, "thank you Mr Reyes, they will be very happy with this."

Manny got his chicken and walked out with you, Felipe giving you both a friendly wave goodbye. "I guess I'll see you on Friday?"

You shook your head, "sadly, no. I have a fundraiser on Saturday and as much as I love Fridays, they are kinda draining. I can't do both."

He looked disappointed, "where's the fundraiser?"

You leaned against your car, "Oakland, the Sunshine Road Centre. It's actually like ten minutes from the Clubhouse."

The smile of Manny's face was back, "guess where we are on Saturday?"

You mirrored his smile, "no?"

He nodded, "yep, Marcus wants us there to work out some stuff with the Sons, something about a new gang causing problems."

You nodded, "I thought they were out of the life?"

Manny huffed, "they are, have been for years. It didn't stop someone from sending then a threatening text about us."

You crossed your arms, "that's a worry, maybe it's an old group pissed that Jax gave the guns to the Mayans?"

He shook his head, "nah, they're good with everyone involved in that. The text had something in German, Juice, their tec guy says it was a Nazi thing."

Your eyes went wide, "well shit, that's not good."

He nodded in agreement, "we know, we'll talk to Marcus on Saturday and see if we have to go visit Charming."

"All you can do is wait, will Yuma be there?"

Manny shook his head, "nope, looks like their being frozen out, they had another stepped on batch last week."

You huffed, "as Angel said, the rot starts at the top."

He nodded, "I know. Oh well, even if I don't get to see you on Friday, we might run into each other."

"Maybe, although, I'm not sure if I want the guys to see me in an evening dress. I don't think they'd ever let me live it down."

He laughed, "oh, I know."

You smiled, "have fun for me on Saturday, because I'm going to be surrounded by rich assholes and I doubt I'll last till it ends."

He chuckled, "I will party on your behalf."

Angel saw your car pull away, waving to you from his bike as he pulled into his father's shop. He smiled when he saw Manny texting, swaggering up to him with a smirk, "you planning another dinner?"

Manny shook his head, "no, she was here buying stuff for her cats. What has gotten into you man, are you my fairy godmother or something?"

Angel got a twinkle in his eyes, "your fairy godmother, I like the sound of that."

Manny huffed, "I got to get this meat home, you gotta stop looking so deep into it man, we're just friends."

Angel walked into Felipe's shop, turning behind him, "if you say so."

Felipe had his arms crossed, nodding towards the door, "what was that son?"

Angel shrugged "you tell me pops, you saw them together."

Felipe tutted, "you might be right Angel but you can't force these things, they have to figure it out on their own."

Angel huffed, "and if they don't?"

Felipe shook his head, "they will, don't worry."

Angel smiled, "all I'm saying is, they might need a bit of help."

"Come on man, it's like ten minutes away, we can stop by."

Manny sighed, "she'll be inside, they won't let us in, it's a black tie event."

Coco shrugged, "nah, any bet she'll be outside, she hates that kind of shit."

Angel smiled, "see man, there's no reason not to drive by."

Manny shook his head, "you're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope." The pop of the 'p' coming out of Angel's mouth had EZ chuckling.

"Just do it bro, he's not going to drop it."

Manny rolled his eyes, "fine, we drive by once and if you can't see her, we come back."

Angel smiled and stood up, "great, we should go now before it gets too late."

EZ rolled his eyes, "why not make it a group thing, I'll come too."

After some back and forth, the group was Coco, Angel, Ez and Manny, Gilly smiling at Angel, "report back?"

"Hell yeah."

They took the van, choosing to leave the bikes because Manny was worried you'd come out and meet them even if you were enjoying yourself. When they drove by, you weren't there and Manny huffed, "see, we just wasted out time."

Coco shook his head, "give it ten minutes, she might come out."

Manny sighed, "not what I agreed to."

EZ shrugged, "we need to pick up dinner anyway and the line is huge, we may as well wait."

He pointed to the food truck up the street and Angel nodded, "EZ's right, we should kill two birds with one stone or whatever."

Seven minutes in, you walked out looking exhausted, Angel tapped Manny on the shoulder and pointed out the driver's window to where you were standing, Manny's breath catching in his throat. He blinked, time slowing as he took in the vision of you leaning against the wall. The tea length red dress and fluffy skirt made you look like something out of a fairytale, he was vaguely aware of someone talking, then someone was tapping him again, harder this time.

"Dude, you right?"

Manny blinked, "yeah fine, she looks pretty had it. Maybe we should leave her alone."

Angel shook his head, "nah, we're just what she needs after dealing with those rich assholes all night." Angel got out of the car as the other followed, Manny couldn't help but join, his feet having a mind of their own as you pulled him in like you had cast a spell on him.

You must have sensed that someone was walking close because you looked up from the ground and met eyes with Manny, your face breaking out into a smile as you waved gently. They walked over and stood around you, something had them smiling because they looked at Manny's expression then looked at each other.

"Hey."

Manny smiled, "hey, you look...you look really nice."

Angel huffed, "really man, you're supposed to say she looks beautiful or radiant or something like that. Which you do by the way."

You smiled and met Angel's eye, "thank you but nice is perfectly fine." Manny pressed his lips together in an effort to stop himself was smiling, his eyes stuck on the way the dress made you look like a princess.

"You look like shit."

You sighed, "thanks Coco, I feel like it too. If I have to spend another second hearing some banker tell me I'm doing the lord's work while they talk about their two million dollar yacht, I'm going to start throwing mini quiches at people. God I'm hungry."

EZ pointed towards the food truck, "we were on our way to get food, you want something?"

You nodded emphatically, "I will kill for you if feed me." You held a finger up, "and I came prepared." You reached into the dress, Manny smiling at the fact that it had pockets, "six carne asada tacos, please, with extra veg."

EZ smiled, "done, you want anything to drink?"

You nodded, "just water please."

He headed off, leaving you with the others, "were you heading home?"

Coco seemed to know the answer, "yes, I lasted till nine thirty, that's enough. I should have come to the party yesterday and told these people my cats had the runs or something. I'm pretty sure I wasted my whole night."

Angel smiled, "it's not a waste now that we're here, is it?"

You shook your head, "no, actually, you might have saved the night."

He tapped Manny, "see Manny, we might have saved the night."

EZ returned with everyone's food and handed you yours, "thank you." He nodded, his own mouth full and Coco jutted his head towards the van, "we better go hide before some rich asshole comes out and wants to talk about his yacht more."

Everyone walked towards the van, Manny opening the back for you and helping you up. "Thank you Manny."

He sat next to you and drove into his own meal, you legs almost touching, "how is it?"

You smiled, "so good, there's only so many bacon wrapped mini potatoes a person can eat while trying to act like a lady."

He laughed, "let me guess, you wanted to shove a whole handful in your mouth at once?"

"Hell yeah, how else do people eat shit like that?"

The smile on his face was lighting up the van, "agreed, how are your tacos?"

You stuck up your thumb, "so good. I was hungrier than I thought. Yours?"

He nodded, "real good, they'd be better with shit for your garden, though."

You smiled, "you said it, not me."

By the time the food was done, you were yawning and ready to head home. "Thank you gentlemen for salvaging my night, but I think it's time I bid you adieu."

Manny stood up, "I'll walk you to your car."

Behind him, Angel was grinning. "Thank you Manny." He walked you to your car, leaning over the door as you stuck the key in the ignition and turned it over.

"ppppppp...pp."

You sighed and dropped your head onto the steering wheel, Manny looking on in worry, "ahhh, not again. The fucking spark plug is gone, I'll have to call myself a cab."

He shook his head, "we'll take you back home, I'll call the others and get your car taken to the Clubhouse, Marcus will make sure they look after it."

You shook your head, "I can't ask you to take me back home, it's forty five minutes away."

He shook his head, "nah, don't worry about it. I'm sure they guys with be happy to help." You went to protest but he stopped you, "really, I think you'll hurt Coco feelings if you get a cab."

You sighed, "fine, but only if they agree too." He held his hand out and helped you out of your seat, "thank you Manny."

You walked back to the van, being met with quizzical stares, "what's going on?"

You shrugged, "my car's fucked."

Coco nodded, "we'll take you home."

Manny smiled, "see Tesoro, I told you we'd be happy to drop you off."

You rolled your eyes, "fine, you don't all need to be so wonderful."

Coco huffed, "you can thank us with cake."

You nodded, "alright, are you sure? I don't want you driving back and forth."

Angel shook his head, "we have to check on the Clubhouse anyway, make sure everything is alright."

Your eyes wrinkled, "because Riz and Tara are going to burn it down in the few hours you're away?"

EZ snorted, "they might."

You shook your head, "alright, thank you again."

Coco smiled, "give us yours keys, we'll get a tow to take your car back to the Clubhouse." You handed them over and Coco went to make the call while you relaxed in the van, Manny sitting next to you.

"How are the cats?"

You smiled, "so good, Sir Fluffernutter tried to steal my sandwich today, turns out he hates rye bread."

Manny laughed, "he is such a little shit."

You smiled, "I know, he's the problem child."

Coco returned with a smile, "Marcus is happy for us to drop you off, he's going to send Medina to pick up your car, you right with that?"

You nodded, "fine, thank you again, I can't thank you guys enough for all the trouble you're going to."

EZ nodded, "I'll wait here, you guys head off."

Coco tossed EZ your keys, "thanks man." With a little bit more back and forth, you were off. It didn't take long for the conversation to pick up as they asked you about your night and laughed along as you went into detail about the people you met.

"One dude went right for the weird shit, asking if I work with serial killers, I'm pretty sure he has a bunch of heads in his freezer."

Angel huffed, "does that happen often?"

You nodded, "oh my God yes. College was the worst, I made the mistake of going to a frat party once and all they could talk about was Freud, I wanted to stab my eardrums out."

Manny rolled his eyes, "you got more patience than me."

You smiled, "yes, I've noticed you get a little punchy when you don't like someone."

Coco huffed, "nah, that's just Canche."

You smiled, "he does really suck."

There was a rustle and Angel was producing a joint and offering it around. Manny took a puff and then suggested it to you as you shrugged, "why not, one isn't going to give me cancer." You inhaled and suppressed a cough, "wow that's a lot."

Coco chuckled, "you don't like weed?"

You huffed, "I'm civilized, cookies and gummies only. Plus, I can't smell like the devil's lettuce while I'm with patients."

A few minutes later, the joint kicked in and you were reclining against the van, "you wanna stop somewhere?"

You nodded, "please Coco, I could eat a horse."

He pulled into a burger joint off the highway, "what do you want?"

You thought for a minute, "fries, ice cream, fries."

Manny laughed, "same here." It did take long for everyone to have their meals, Coco eating with one hand while he drove.

"So, what cake do you guys want." They all started to talk at once, "good lord, one at a time."

It took their THC laden brains to answer before Angel spoke, "that strawberry one you made for Chucky, that was really good."

There were nods all around, "easy peasy."

Time flew as you drove back home and before you knew it, you were pulling into your drive way. "Thank you again, I had a really nice time."

Angel smiled, "so did we."

He met eyes with Manny and Manny shook his head, "I'll walk you to your door." They smiled as Manny helped you off the step and walked you the short distance to your doorstep.

Maybe it was the weed or the party but something came over you and you were placing a hand on his cheek while you pressed a kiss to the other, "goodnight Emmanuel."

He ached to reach out and hold you to him but he stopped himself, smiling as you walked inside, "goodnight y/n."

The other were watching from the van, Angel smiling for ear to ear as Manny walked back. He went to say something when Manny climbed back into the back but Manny held up his hand with a head shake.

"Not a word bro."

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