#i didn't even bother counting the docs with multiple in them too...

[berry-potchy]

Indulge Me

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only please) Word Count: 7,072 Summary: You're a Spiderwoman who has ended up pinned underneath Miguel O'Hara in his lab one too many times. You're not sure what you are to him or what to call your relationship. And that would've been fine until your neediness kicked in and made you catch feelings. Surely, Miguel taking you to his room for the first time means something right? In which your lack of understanding of Spanish and denial of the hints Miguel drops are keeping you from realizing you already have what you want. Tags/warnings: pwp, p in v sex, rough sex, praise + light degradation, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, face sitting/riding, breeding kink, soft dom!Miguel, needy reader, recording, mirror sex adjacent, implied chubby reader, undefined relationship but soft feelings sprinkled in there as a treat, no use of y/n so lots of Spanish nicknames to make up for it, reader does not understand Spanish, brief sexy use of spider webs A/N: this is quite literally just a self-indulgent fic with most of my favorite Miguel x reader flavors. Not beta read but I hope you still enjoy it! (Translations are the end!)

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Edit: turns out some parts got messed up while I was posting here on Tumblr D: it's fine on AO3 though which is weird because I copied from this post instead of my doc because this has the correct spacing. Everything should be fixed now.

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Miguel has you standing in front of him between his parted legs as he sits on the edge of his bed. Even in this position, you were barely any much taller than him, only needing to tilt your head a bit to meet his red eyes. He looks at you from your face, down to the swell of your breast where his eyes are joined by a taloned finger on its journey downwards. You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the sharp talon cuts through your spandex suit, fully exposing your soft chest to the cold air of his quarters. He would argue that the stretchy translucent mesh with a spiderweb lace design on your chest area didn’t do shit to cover the fullness of your tits anyway so he didn't understand why you even bothered with it. It was for style obviously but riling up Miguel O’Hara was a great bonus. You let out a shaky breath as he continued further down until he stopped right below your navel.

“Que linda,” he says in that low sexy voice of his, very different from the usual grumpy tone he uses to chastise you. He snakes his arms around your hips, bringing you closer to him and his hands find your plush bottom, giving them a rough squeeze. You are getting so worked up by how much attention you are getting from your usually sulky boss. Your heaving chest is right in front of Miguel’s face and his lustful gaze almost feels like it is burning you. The heat spreads from your chest downwards until it pools in the pit of your stomach and between your legs.

“You ruined my suit,” you pout, not really that upset about it. You think it was hot honestly but you just want to tease him “Am I supposed to go on missions with my whole chest out now? Walk around the HQ flashing everyone?”

“Of course not,” he says, rolling his eyes. He continues to take in your figure, hands gently kneading soft flesh on your sides “I’m making you a new suit. Should be done very soon. It'll be the same design but it will offer far more protection than this flimsy thing.”

“Making me a suit just like yours? What so you can control it hm? Deactivate it whenever you want to fuck me?” You laugh, wiping the imaginary tear in your eye until you realize Miguel is silent and looks like he’s been caught red-handed. You lightly slap him on his arm, flustered. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”

Instead of answering you, he brings his head forward to close his lips on a clothed nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive erect bud. Your mouth opens as you let out a soft gasp at the sensation and you can feel the corner of Miguel’s lips twitch into a slight smirk. He teases your nipple alternating between flicking it with the tip of his tongue and giving it an audible suck. He pulls away for a split second only to give the same attention to your other nipple. You weave your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your tits. Your other hand is holding onto his shoulder for support as you urge him to keep going with your whimpers. His hands haven’t stopped exploring your body. His wide hands warm against your hips, ass, thighs, everywhere he can touch, squeezing your softness, committing every curve to memory.

“Migueeeel,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together to try to relieve the ache between your legs. You appreciate the attention to your nipples but your cunt was throbbing with need. You are so close to ripping the rest of your suit and panties off because the way the fabric is sticking to your wet pussy is becoming too uncomfortable.

“Miguel what, muñeca?” He pulls away, licking his lips. Those red eyes are now looking straight into yours and you feel yourself shiver. You try to look away but Miguel grabs your chin to keep you facing him. “Eyes on me. What do you want? Use your words.”

“Please,” your cheeks burn in embarrassment but Miguel just raised an eyebrow at you, unamused. “Stop teasing please.”

“Ah I see okay,” he says, taking his hands off you before standing up and walking to his closet.

“W-wait what are you doing?” you almost trip on your feet, knees feeling weak, as you chase after him. You grab his arm, tugging at it to get his attention as you pathetically look up at him.

“You said stop teasing so I’m getting you a shirt so you can go back to your world and get some rest,” he says as he looks through the neatly folded shirts in his closet. He’s stalling, pretending he was trying to choose one but he’s messing with you. There is no way he would let you go home tonight without getting at least a couple of orgasms wrung out of you. You aren’t leaving until he made sure you were stuffed full and dripping with his cum. You aren’t leaving tonight. Period. He knew you were too far gone with lust to figure that out yourself.

“Miggy, that’s not what I meant please,” you sob, pressing your body against him. Just the thought of being left unsatisfied was painful. “Please, Miggy, I need your mouth. And your cock please”

He finally looks at you and pulls you closer to him by your waist. You run your hands along his still clothed chest, feeling his heart beating with yours. You look up at him with glassy eyes, begging him to finish what he started. He coos at how desperate you were for release.

“You want my mouth and my cock?” he hums, still teasing. He easily lifts you up with one arm supporting your ass to carry you back to his bed. He’s carried you multiple times before but it never ceases to amaze you how he does it so effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hips bucking trying to get some friction against your still unfortunately clothed cunt. “Where do you want them, muñeca? You have to be more specific. Which one do you want first?”

“On my pussy, please. I need your mouth on my pussy. Miggy, I wanna cum on your face” you sobbed against his neck “And then- and then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cock. Only you can fill me up so good, Miggy. I need it.”

“Good girl,” he whispers right next to your ear, making you shudder “Now, was that so hard to do? Was it hard to tell me what you wanted?”

“Yes!” you bite his shoulder and you feel satisfaction when you hear him break character and snort. He shakes his head, smiling fondly while he sets you down on the bed.

"Qué voy a hacer contigo?" he brings his lips to your temple to whisper more softly "Qué haría sin ti?"

Your heart skips a beat at the gentleness of his tone. You’re not sure what he said but the genuine affection is evident. Intimate moments like this with Miguel are slowly becoming more and more frequent and you decide that you don’t mind it. You even crave it now. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you lean further toward him.

He pulls away but the fond look on his face doesn’t waver. He slaps your thigh, making the soft fat jiggle just how he likes it, as he moves to get settled in his bed.

“Put those lovely hips and thighs to use and ride my face, conejita.” He lies down, anticipating, patting his chest to encourage you to sit down.

You didn't need to be told twice. You rip off the rest of your suit, your heated skin meeting the cold air of his room making your nipples pebble painfully. You quickly take off your panties and toss them aside with your ruined suit. You squeal as you scramble to get on top of him. You position yourself on top of his waiting mouth, straddling his face but just hovering over his face, hands on the headboard to keep yourself steady. The smell of your arousal is almost too much for Miguel to bear at this proximity. The urge to lock you in his room for the next few days and not let you out until you’re thoroughly fucked and bred is getting hard to ignore. His fangs extend as his animalistic urges surface, yearning to bite you and mark you as his.

“Are you trying to tease me now? How can you ride my face if you don’t sit?” Miguel’s tone is deeper than it was just a second ago. There’s a certain roughness to it, a growl in his voice that makes your hole clench around nothing. He grips your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, waiting for you to sit down or he’ll make you. He’s trying to be patient, turning his head a little to mouth at the fat of your inner thigh. He licks a stray trail of your slick up your thigh, stopping just a breath away from where you both want his mouth to be. You feel him sigh, savoring your taste like he just drank the finest nectar, a promise of what’s to come.

“But Miguel–” you yelp when he suddenly pulls you down by your thighs and you immediately feel his tongue lapping at your aching cunt, his nose bumping deliciously against your swollen clit. He wasn’t going to hear your excuses. The only things he wants to hear coming out of your pretty lips are your moans and whines for more. The way Miguel is sucking and devouring your wetness so eagerly makes your head spin and your grip on the headboard tighten to steady yourself for a moment. He teases your hole, licking around the small opening before plunging in as far as he can, feeling you clench around his tongue. He grows impatient at your lack of movement and starts rocking you back and forth on his face by himself. He flattens his tongue for you to grind your pretty folds onto.

“Miggy, feels so good,” you whine, bending over to look at him from under you. He’s so pretty like this, forehead scrunched up from how focused he is eating you out, and when you get a peak of his nose and his cheeks, they’re shiny from being soaked by a combination of your wetness and his own spit. You take one of your shaking hands off the headboard to brush the hair away from Miguel’s forehead only for him to guide your hand into a fist, grabbing his hair, urging you to use it as leverage to ride his face harder. And who are you to say no to that?

You move your hips to try to match the pace he set for you, your thighs burn but you pay it no mind. Not when you feel that familiar delicious knot forming in your core. Your head lolls to the side and your eyes screwed shut as you immerse in the pleasure, grinding your cunt harder on Miguel’s tongue, nose, chin, anywhere you can get some friction, getting desperate to reach your orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum, Miggy. Gonn’ cum on your face” you whimper. You take your hand off the headboard and bring it to your tits, squeezing them, pinching at rubbing circles on your pebbled nipples. Miguel doesn’t stop lapping hungrily at your pussy, shaking his head from side to side as much as your grip on his hair allows. He groans as he watches in awe as you chase your own pleasure.

So close.

You’re so close you swear you can almost taste it.

Miguel could tell from how your hips stuttered and your pace growing frantic, rougher. He gives your clit another suck and that finally pushes you over the edge.

You feel the sweet release consume you like wildfire, your body tensing, back arching, toes curling. You can’t even hear yourself scream Miguel’s name, curling into yourself as he continues to suck on your oversensitive, pulsating clit. His hands held your shaking thighs steady, not letting you close them. It’s all too much.

“Miggyyy,” you sob pathetically, pawing at his head and his grip on you. You finally manage to pry an eye open only to see him watching you intently “Too much. I can’t-”

He doesn’t stop. He continues to lick stripes at your puffy folds and flick the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue albeit slower this time. He takes one of his hands away from your thigh and plunges two of his thick fingers knuckle deep inside your needy hole. He manages to find your sweet cushiony spot and puts enough pressure on it to make you see stars. That burning hot coil is back just mere seconds after your climax and if you could think at that moment, you’d think it’s unfair how he seems to know your body too well, knows just where to touch to make you unravel.

He adds another finger into your cunt, stretching you out for his cock, curling them inside you, and hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You know that it’s not enough, that it’s nothing compared to what’s coming for you. No matter how much prep you do it's going to be a tight fit and you can’t wait to be stretched to your limits once more. You stop fighting him, needing to chase after your orgasm, grinding your clit again on his tongue as he pumps his fingers in and out of your slutty hole.

Soon enough, you feel your second orgasm wash over you. You spill over his face, making a mess on his pillows and bedsheets. Your limbs go numb and this time you can’t even form words, just sobbing, babbling nonsense as your body shakes on top of Miguel. You would’ve fallen over if it wasn't for Miguel supporting your back with his free hand. You frantically tap his hand as you hiccup a pathetic “no more.”

Miguel relents and lets you catch your breath for a second. He kisses your puffy cunt one more time before moving you to lie on your back on the bed. He lifts your head to turn over the soiled pillow and fluff it up before getting you settled comfortably. You watch as he catches the dripping wetness from his chin with his equally soaked fingers and sticks them into his mouth, eyes rolling back and moaning at your sweet taste. You feel your cunt throb at the lewd action and you can’t help but let out a needy whimper from the back of your throat. It’s so unfair how much he affects you.

“Ay, pobrecita,” he coos at your flushed face with fat tears running down your cheeks as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and settles between your parted legs. “too much for mi conejita to handle? I know you can take more. Your pussy is so slutty, isn’t she? So needy. I doubt two orgasms is enough.”

He cups your face with one hand, thumb wiping away a tear on your cheek, his other hand brushing your hair away from your face, knowing how much you hate the feeling of it sticking to your skin. Your lower lip is jutting out in an adorable pout that he can’t help but kiss, catching your lip between his teeth. You scrunch up your nose and push his face away as you try to steady your breath.

You can see his naked chest rise and fall faster than usual, his mouth open to catch his own breath. You didn’t even notice when he disabled his suit but your eyes are thankful as you drink in the sight of his warm brown skin, stretching across the expanse of his unfairly defined body. He looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves, taking extra care to give him the most perfect proportions. How lucky are you to see this masterpiece up close? It would be a sin to not enjoy the view.

Your eyes trail down from his strong broad shoulders to his massive tits, and even further down to see his cock standing up proudly against his navel, the head dripping beads of precum and smearing it against his abs. Pride blooms in your chest as you realize that he’s just as affected as you are.

Your throat suddenly feels so empty. You lick your lips as you tear your eyes off his cock to look up at his face only to find his hungry gaze meeting yours. His eyes glint with danger as he takes in the sight of you in your post-orgasm haze, seemingly plotting his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long because, of course, he can’t keep his hands away from you.

He moves closer, making you spread your legs further. His hands grab at the back of your thighs to push them towards your torso, your knees almost touching your chest. Your dripping cunt twitches as it’s exposed to the cold air. Your hole clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.

“Que rico. Podría acostumbrarme a esto,” he says, his voice deep and rough with lust as his hands rub up and down your thighs, squeezing, feeling you. He drinks up the sight of you, so bare and exposed, all for him to take. “I could watch you like this all day. Maybe take a video of you right now so I can watch your pretty cunt pulsing, crying for me, anytime I want. Or…”

He takes his cock in one hand, running his thumb on the swollen tip to spread the beads of precum around, pumping his shaft with a few languid strokes. You yelp when he slaps his thick, heavy cock against your puffy folds.

“I could tie you up like this and keep you here for my own pleasure.” He starts moving his hips at a torturously slow pace, sliding his length along your wet folds, getting it lubricated by your own slick. He brings his hands back to your thighs and pushes them even further until you’re practically folded in half. “Keep you here to breed. Fill you up with so much cum and you’ll stay like this so it will surely take, yeah?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Miggy” you hiss as the tip of his cock keeps bumping into your throbbing clit “What’s stopping you from doing so huh? You have your web and your little surveillance bots. Put them to good use.”

“Of course, you’d love that, my pretty little slut,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he lines up the tip of his cock with your hole. Your eyelids flutter as you hold your breath in anticipation, waiting for that delicious stretch of being filled by his massive cock.

“Eyes on me, cariño,” he commands and you obey, looking up at him from under your lashes “That’s it, good girl.”

He starts to slowly press his cock into your greedy hole. Inch by inch, he sinks in, knocking the air out of your lungs. Midway, maybe, you can’t tell, there’s just so much of him, you start to feel a little faint, your shoulders tense and your mouth stuck hanging open. You feel so full of him, almost like he’s going to split you apart.

“Breathe for me,” he coos as he slowly presses more of him into you, filling you up more than what should be possible. He drapes your legs over his shoulders, his chest pressing against the back of your thighs as he uses his now free hands to cradle your face. You suck in a breath as he instructed and try to even out your breathing. “There you go. Keep breathing. Relax for me. Thaaat’s it. My sweet girl. So good for me.”

You preen at his words, warmth flooding your chest and going straight down to your pussy. His hands stay on your cheeks, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he pushes the last few inches in. You put your hands on top of his as you lean into his touch. He starts to grind his hips slowly, gently, getting you used to his size. The coarse dark curls at the base of his cock tickle your sensitive clit and the head of his cock softly probing at your cervix makes you roll your eyes back and whimper from the fullness.

“Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me haces, cariño,” he leans in to capture your lips into a deep kiss. Soft and gentle until both of you wanted more. One of his hands finds the back of your neck to tilt your head as he pleases as he tries to devour you. His tongue licks into your mouth and his fangs graze your lips with every movement. You hum against his lips as you feel him start to pull his hips back, letting his dick slide halfway out before snapping his hips forward to plunge himself back inside, his balls lewdly smacking against your ass. And he keeps doing it over, and over again making you moan oh so wantonly.

“Estás tan rica. Estás hecha para mí, mi amor,” he whispers against your lips. The breathlessness and the hint of desperation for release in his voice make you shiver. His pace picks up, thrusts growing rougher with it. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you and skin slapping against skin echo around his room. The only other sounds you can hear are your combined sounds of pleasure, calling out each other’s names.

You pull on the hand that Miguel has on your cheek to lace your fingers together, his large hand easily dwarfing yours, his talons folded back to not hurt you. Your other hand slips between your bodies, travelling downwards to feel where you two are connected. There’s a deep rumble coming from Miguel’s chest and he presses your sweaty foreheads together, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. Your tight heat is milking his cock so perfectly and at this rate, he’s not going to last long.

“Miggy,” you whine, keeping your eyes on his. His irises seem a little more brown as he looks at you so tenderly, making you feel like you are going to melt into a puddle of goo. He brings your joined hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles and you think you really just might turn into goo.

His thrusts get messier and more frantic You feel the familiar coil building up in your stomach. You lift your hand from between your legs to press firmly against the area below your navel and the sensation is electrifying. You can feel his cock pistoning in and out of you from where you are touching. You can feel him rearranging your insides, molding your pussy to accommodate him and only him, ruining you for anyone else.

“Mi niña hermosa, mi niña linda. Mía. Toda mía.” he moans into your ear, almost whiney and you know he’s near the edge. He starts peppering kisses on your neck, licking, sucking, grazing the sensitive skin with his fangs but not sinking them in yet. He takes the hand you aren’t holding to rest on your hand on your lower stomach. His thumb reaches further down to stroke your clit earning him a shaky whine from you.

“Cum for me again, hermosa,” he lifts his head to look at your flushed face. You’re sure you look like a mess but to him, you’re more beautiful than the brightest twinkling stars on a clear night sky. “Let me see your pretty face when you cum.”

And with that, you’re gone, pushed over the edge, screaming his name, squirting clear liquid up to his chest. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hold on his hand tightens, and your legs on his shoulders shake and flail from another intense orgasm. There’s ringing in your ears but you faintly hear him cooing at you, whispering sweet words you can’t quite understand.

Miguel is still fucking into you with messy, frantic thrusts and ragged breaths but it doesn’t take long for him to follow, not when your velvety walls are pulsing, contracting on his dick. He puts a large hand on the space beside your head for support, his claws tearing through the pillowcase, as he drives his hips into yours a few more times before spilling inside you with a deep growl. He paints your insides with his cum as he rides his high with a few more shallow thrusts. You clench around him trying to squeeze as much cum out of him with your tight hole and he whimpers your name.

Both of you pant in unison, trying to catch your breath after that life-altering orgasm together. You turn your head to the side to kiss the inside of Miguel's wrist next to your head. Miguel doesn’t want to move. Everything is too perfect at that moment. You’re perfect.

But he has more plans for you tonight.

He takes your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist as he adjusts the both of you so he can lay down comfortably on top of you, putting most of his weight on his elbows on the bed. His dick still plugged in your hole, keeping his seed inside and refusing to part with your tight heat.

“Miggy,” you softly call him, looking at his relaxed face resting on your shoulder, eyes closed.

“Hm?”

“... pull out.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Fine, but only because I want to,” he grumbles, clearly not wanting to pull out. He gets on his knees again so he can at least watch your sloppy hole fluttering as he slowly pulls out. A thick milky ring of your combined fluid sits at the base of his cock. His eyes darken as he sees your cunt trying to clench at air and his cum starts to drip out of you. He can’t have that. He collects the trail of cum with his fingers so he can stuff them back inside of you.

“Miggy, come back here,” you pull at his hand and when he doesn’t budge, you add “You can just cum inside me more later. I need cuddles.”

That gets him to leave your fucked out hole alone. For now. Miguel kisses your stomach up to the valley between your breasts to your neck and lingers on your lips. He goes back to his earlier position on top of you. You drape your arms around his neck as you hum in contentment against the kiss. He smiles and moves to mouth at your sensitive neck, planting soft kisses, licking and sucking as he moans and pants in your ear.

“Miggy, I’m sleepy now,” you turn to look at him. You know what he’s doing. You know that he’s trying to turn you on again. And it’s working.

“You can do one more, mami. One more for me,” he says. He’s almost pouting, almost begging “You said I can cum in you again.”

“I didn’t mean right away. I just came three times already” you whined wrapping your arms around his broad chest. you want to feel him close.

“Mmm, you can cum four times. Maybe more because you’re such a needy little whore,” he murmurs into your neck, not stopping his ministrations. “My cum slut who loves being bred. We’re not going to end the night without your tummy full of cum I promise you that, cariño.”

You roll your eyes at him but you don't push him away and instead start playing with the short curly hairs at the back of his neck, ignoring the way your pussy shivered at his perverted words. You find comfort in his warmth and weight on top of you. You inhale his familiar deep masculine scent and it almost lulls you to sleep until you feel something wet and hard poking at your thigh.

“How are you hard again?” you say in disbelief as you look down and sure enough, Miguel’s dick is erect and ready to go for another round.

“It’s been a while since we had sex and my hand could only do so much to make up for your absence, cariño,” he huffs as gets up on his knees to turn you over and slap your ass. The sound of his palm meeting the sticky wet skin of your ass is undeniably lewd. “And what about needing to get you pregnant does not make sense to you? Get on your hands and knees for me. That baby is not gonna make itself.”

You plant your knees on the mattress and present your ass to him but you don't bother to lift your upper body from the bed. You keep your face down against the softness of his pillows. You didn't want him to see the giddy smile on your face from hearing that he hasn't slept with anyone else. His cum starts dripping out of your hole, coating your clit with creamy white and Miguel almost cums again on the spot.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His large hands grab at your ass, kneading them. His thumbs spread your puffy lips apart so he can watch your cunt try to keep his cum inside. You groan as you force your arms to lift you up. “There’s my good girl.”

He smacks your ass which earned him a yelp from you. His lips curl up as he watches the flesh of your ass jiggle from the impact.

“Get on with it,” you whine, wiggling your ass to entice him to move faster. For someone who wanted to stop at the third round, you sure are impatient to be filled again.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he chuckles as he guides his cock back inside your wet heat. “There you go, mami. Back where it belongs.”

You moan loudly as you feel him grinding his hips, driving his dick as deep as he can reach inside you. Your eyes flutter close, as you savor the stretch of your hole around his fat cock once more. You couldn’t agree more with his words.

You hear Miguel from behind you input a command on a device. It beeps obnoxiously like it’s mocking you. It’s the last thing you want to hear while he is balls deep inside you, his girthy cock stretching you deliciously and filling you up so good. You think to yourself what was so important that Miguel can't put his gizmo down and enjoy the feeling of your warm, tight pussy on his dick? Right after insisting you can go for one more round?

You are about to snap at him for being ungrateful until a hologram appears in front of you. It shows a live video feed of his very own bed and a clear view of your fully naked self on your hands and knees getting ur insides rearranged by your boss. Your hair is a mess and your makeup is all smudged from how he made you cry from all the begging and overstimulation earlier. And he looks so big compared to you, having to bend low to align his hips with yours. You didn't even notice the recording devices planted around the room until now from how your brain was so fogged by lust. There seem to be at least three around the room from different angles. Well, it turns out he wasn’t just bluffing when he said he could record you earlier.

You wonder if he always had those set up. You haven’t really been to his room before. The few “encounters” you had with Miguel happened in his laboratory on his silly little platform, both of you too consumed by lust to think about moving to a more private area. It’s rather unlikely that they’re for actual safety reasons when they all just record the same area. You entertain the idea that him taking you to his room tonight is not just a spur-of-the-moment thing, that he might have all of this set up for tonight for when he has you writhing in pleasure on his bed. How thoughtful, you think. It makes you clench around his dick.

"You really are a pervert," you quip to annoy him. Clearly, the urge to mess with him hasn’t been thoroughly fucked out of you yet. You didn't even get to laugh at your own childish remark when Miguel abruptly starts thrusting his hips without warning, harder this time, dragging out a surprised whimper from you. His tip is bullying your cervix, testing the line between pleasure and pain but you love it. Your eyes meet Miguel's intense red glare on the screen.

"You're still talking," he tuts, his head shaking like he's some kind of pet owner trying to reprimand a disobedient pet "Let me fix that, cariño.”

He brings his large calloused hands back on you – where they belong, you think to yourself, echoing Miguel’s words. His left hand is firm on the flesh of your waist, you are sure they are going to bruise once he’s done with you. His other hand fondles your breasts, the sharp talons on his fingertips lightly grazing your soft skin. You know that when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow morning you’d look like you barely got away from being mauled by a feral beast, evidence of how Miguel O'Hara had his way with you and how you enjoyed every single second of it.

You cry out his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s so deep inside you that you can almost feel him in your chest, his thrusts fucking the air out of your lungs.

“Miggy, Mi…. Mig– ah, ah Mi– haaaa –guel ahhh”

Your eyes roll back at the continuous assault on your sweet spot and your cervix with every deep thrust. High-pitched whines come out of your throat as your arms give out from under you, making you fall face-first on the soft mattress. It all feels so good but overwhelming. You think you’re going to pass out.

“Que rico, mami,” he pulls your hair so you can face the screens. “Look at yourself. Beautiful. Taking my cock so well. Don’t worry. I have this all recorded if you’re too cock drunk to watch yourself now, cariño.”

You can't say anything back. You try really hard to come up with something but the only word that comes out of your mouth is “please” over and over again becoming progressively needier each time. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, his chest flushed against your back, allowing him to rock you back against his forceful thrusts.

“Gonn’ make sure I put a baby in you tonight, cariño,” he growls in your ear. “I can’t wait to see your tummy swell in a few months. You’ll look divine, I won't be able to take my hands off you even more.”

His eyes are back to a glowing red as they meet yours that are glazed over by tears and lust. His hand tightens his hold on your hair making you tilt your head further, exposing more of your neck for him to suck bruises on. Your tits are bouncing freely at his aggressive pace. Coupled with the high-pitched moans coming out of your mouth, it’s all so pornographic. It makes you feel like liquid fire is running through your veins and pooling into your stomach.

“You’re gonna cum for me? Let go. Come on. cum for me, mami,”Miguel grunts in your ear, his hand on your hair letting go so he can greedily grab at your tits. “I wanna feel your cunt pulsing on my cock. Can you do that for me? Of course, you can. Going to milk me dry.”

And just like that, you throw your head back on his shoulder, eyes screwing shut as another wave of orgasm crashes down on you. Miguel follows closely, filling you up with more cum that drips down your thighs and on the bedsheets. Your body slumps back against his, too tired to keep yourself upright. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes, content with feeling Miguel’s warm body against yours.

“I got you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and moving you to lie down on the bed. You hum in contentment, letting him care for your tired body. He bends down to plant a kiss on your forehead before he pulls away. You miss his touch already.

A beeping sound lets you know that he turned off the monitors. You feel him taking the soiled bedsheets, getting up from the bed to get fresh ones. You have half the mind to reach out to him and tell him he can clean up later so you can cuddle now. Your mouth, however, doesn’t want to move so instead you groan as you blindly reach your hands out.

Miguel chuckles at your antics, walking back with fresh sheets and a damp towel to wipe off the sticky mess from your body. He sits next to you on the bed and brings the towel to your tear-stained cheeks, gently dabbing the area around your eyes to get rid of the messed up traces of mascara and eyeliner. You take your hand to rest on your chest trying to calm your wildly beating heart.

The comfortable silence, unfortunately, doesn’t last long. You hear the unmistakable voice of Lyla cut through the air.

“Heeeey, bossman! Heeeey, girlie!” she drawls and your eyes snap open as you snatch the sheet from Miguel’s hands to cover yourself.

“Ay, coño! I thought I said no alerts tonight,” Miguel looks pissed, rubbing his face in frustration before moving to turn off his watch. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Wait, wait! Sorry to interrupt the big night, Miguel, but it’s an emergency. Trust me you’ll want to fix this now,” Lyla raises her hands in surrender before Miguel presses a button. She turns to you, looking apologetic and asking for help “Then you can go back to babymaking, right, dollface?”

“I–” you flush, choking on your own words. You begrudgingly turn to Miguel, your lower lip caught in between your teeth. You lower your eyes as an ugly feeling crawls up your chest.

“It sounds important. You should go,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak up any louder. “I’d say I can be back up but I can hardly move so you’re on your own, big guy.”

Miguel sighs and gets up, telling Lyla to send him the information and that it better be worth his time.

You are already sexually satisfied and tired – that’s what four orgasms could do to you – but you are a little upset and sulky that Miguel has to be called in for work right now. Stupid anomaly or whatever it is. It’s probably important and a universe out there might be in grave danger. But you can't help feeling like shit about it though.

You like how soft Miguel gets when he cleans you up after sex. You like it when he picks up your tired form and whispers soft words to you in Spanish. Plus, you were looking forward to cuddles. What’s the use of having sex in his room on his bed if not to cuddle afterward and wake up next to each other the next day? And then, suddenly, in the early morning light, realize that you’ve been madly in love with each other all along. Okay, you are more than just a little upset.

Miguel notices you pouting and your eyes getting glassy with tears as you try to roll off the bed. He shoots his glowing red web at you, trapping you where you are before going back to readjusting his watch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, walking back to the bed as he makes sure his suit is all good and ready for the mission. He kneels on the bed to drag you to lie on your back.

“What are you doing? I'm going to take a shower,” you sniffle trying to avoid his eyes “I’ll take care of myself. you should go”

He hums as he takes both your wrists in one hand and forces them above your head to secure them together with his webs.

“Miggy?” you look at him and there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. He darts his tongue across his lower lip and you feel a shiver run up your spine.

He doesn’t respond. He only keeps looking at you like he’s going to devour you once more. He brings your legs up to the position he had in before, knees to your chest, cunt fully exposed to him. You blush and your heart starts pounding in your chest. He shoots out more of his web, making sure you’re comfortable and your legs are securely tied in that position.

“Good?” he whispers and you nod in response “Words, cariño.”

“Perfect,” you moan, your chest heaving with need. He smiles at you fondly, caressing your cheek with a curled finger, and plants chaste kisses on your temple, your nose, and the corner of your mouth until he reaches your lips. He hums in contentment as he savors the feel of your lips against his. Then, he pulls away reluctantly and puts on his mask. He sets his watch to the right coordinates opening up a portal to wherever the universe needs saving.

“I’ll be back as fast as I can. I’ll make sure that anomaly regrets ever being made for interrupting my plans for our night,” he grumbles and gives you one last kiss through his mask for good luck. “And then it’s going to be all about you for the rest of the night, hm? I promise.”

He walks into the portal backwards so he can look at you until it closes and takes him away. Your heart flutters in your chest, anticipating what’s to come as you feel the webs digging deliciously into your soft flesh.

•🕷️────✧˖°˖🕸️˖°˖✧────🕷️•

Translations:

Que linda - how pretty

muñeca - doll

cariño - dear/darling

Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Qué haría sin ti? - What am I going to do without you?

conejita - little rabbit

pobrecita - poor thing

que rico - “[you] look good” (literal: tastes good)

Podría acostumbrarme a esto - I could get used to this

Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me haces - You're so beautiful. You don't know what you do to me

Estás tan rica. Estás hecha para mí, mi amor - You feel so good. You were made for me, my love

Mi niña hermosa, mi niña linda. Mía. Toda mía. - My beautiful girl, my sweet girl. Mine. All mine.

mami - mommy (as an endearment for a partner)

coño - pussy

A/N: so many thanks to my friend who helped me with translating and giving me tips on some better Spanish terms to use 🙏

[captainofthetidesbreath]

sorry to bother you but i wanted to ask how you're enjoying using Obsidian? I've been eyeing it for a while but would love to know your thoughts, highlights, lowlights, etc :) if you don't mind sharing, ofc!

No worries! The short version is that I've been enjoying Obsidian quite a lot, and I find that it serves all of my needs nicely without any fuss. Using it is rather frictionless, I think, and getting used to it was pretty easy though it did take some willingness to very much learn to navigate its menus and features and how it lays everything out. It's not at all difficult, but I do think you have to sit with it for a bit. It's currently my main writing program with the exception of screenplays, for which I use Highland 2.

For context on myself, my writing needs are rather straightforward. I use these sorts of apps and programs to write and organize my fanfic, original prose writing, professional correspondence, and journalistic article drafts. I previously used Notion, which I left because of the big NotionAI push. Before Notion, I used Bear, though I can't remember why I stopped using it; I haven't checked out Bear 2, so I don't know if it suits my needs.

When I was shopping around for a new program to use, the following points were important to me, in no particular order:

no native / built-in generative AI assistants

interface is simple and clean or had customization or community themes that would make it so

offline access

mobile app with document sync

ability to organize and group notes through a folder, tag, or similar system

not too many Things going on with it or I could very easily ignore stuff I didn't use without them cluttering up the UI or my space

Obsidian organizes files within "vaults", of which you can have multiple, each of which are connected to folders that are stored locally on my laptop (or my phone). I love this. I have local versions of all of my notes. I can literally find all my stuff as markdown files within a folder on my desktop and open them up in another program with EASE. If you are someone who doesn't have a lot of storage space, this might be an issue, but for me, this is a very bright highlight.

The biggest lowlight for me is that mobile sync is reliant on a subscription fee, but considering that the rest of the program is free and the fee is small, I found this ultimately a very small concern. I very critically need mobile sync because I spend a significant amount of time writing from my phone. The mobile sync is incredibly good; it keeps all documents synchronized very well, and I have yet to run into version conflicts that cause me to accidentally overwrite and lose significant progress. I don't even have to close files on my laptop first; they'll just update in real-time on my screen like Google Docs. Sometimes I'll name documents something that my phone's file path system cannot handle; Obsidian warns me that it cannot fetch and sync these files with illegal names, and I like that it keeps me informed about that.

It has both a folder system and a tag system, which allows you to organize your files. I only use the folder system because my needs are simple, but the tag system is also solid. It also has a robust search system. It also has a bookmarking system to further organize your stuff. I don't have enough files to use that, but it is available, and I think that's neat.

More precise customization can be difficult if you're not used to writing CSS. I am familiar with CSS, so I found this a small hurdle, but this will be a bigger issue for others. That said, this does mean that Obsidian is DEEPLY customizable, and there is a large gallery of community themes that offer a lot of styles that serve a wide variety of needs. There is also a deep bench of community plugins to help get Obsidian to do what you want — I have plugins that make the word count in the status bar show the count of highlighted text and allow me to copy text as HTML instead of formatted text or markdown. There is also an active Obsidian community and forum, so you will not be necessarily troubleshooting customization alone.

Other small things that occur to me to mention right now: It supports opening files in multiple windows, and it has a tab system, which is really neat. The ability to open multiple files at a time is very good. You can also open files side-by-side for easy comparison, which is useful for more technical work. I don't use Obsidian for coding or wiki work, but I can imagine this being really useful for that. It has a reading mode. Offers a version history with a "show changes" mode and restoration capability. File merge capability. You can open images into it and organize them like any other file.

All in all, I'm very happy with it, and it serves all of my personal needs very well. I generally give it a blanket recommendation, again noting that I think it does take sitting with to get used to some of its features and UI and customizing it to your needs and preferences, but I don't think that's super difficult with some patience and time.

[2kyo7]

𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌; 𝟎𝟎

metkayina!reader x avatar 2

TODAY WAS MOVING especially slow, you'd already woken up a few hours later than intended and were feeling extremely sluggish, so much you had no aspiration to swim. Instead opting to lay stomach-first on some high rocks located not too far from your clan's entrance, bathing in the sun's warmth and counting each fish that jumped from the water's surface.

Eventually you would soon grow bored of even this, no longer paying any mind to the aquatic wildlife—now fiddling with the pearls that decorated your braids. Maybe I could bother grandmother to make me something to eat — the fruit she picked always tasted sweeter then finding them yourself — or maybe Tsireya and Ao'nung will dive with me?

Many options scoured your mind as your body submerged  into the cool oceanic water with ease, senses singing with delight when your skin would finally make contact.

After resurfacing, Rotxo could be seen a ways away on one of the many sand docs, motioning you to come towards himself and return to land. Upon noticing his form you quickly began the trip to him, but from the corner of your eye, you could see something—multiple somethings approaching high in the air.

Strange you thought, only moments had passed and already were you sitting on the docs of sand with Rotxo standing beside you. He too wondered about the odd sight, head peering upwards high into the sky. "Why are those Ilu flying that far from the ocean?" Rotxo squinted his eyes, as if that would somehow help him see better, all you could do was shrug, having the exact same question.

But that question would soon be answered as the Ilu (which weren't Ilu at all) approached, coming into view were the deep blue Na'vi riding on the animal's backs—about 5 of them to be exact. A horn was blown loudly to signal their arrival as their "Ilu" flew around the islands. Many scurried to hide at their appearance.

You stood tall, ears twitching wildly in mild curiosity, but also annoyance. Their group would land only a sand doc away, a crowd of warriors already gathering to meet them,  why are they here? "Rotxo! Come, we must know why they have invade our clan!" At your sudden proposition, he quickly nods, but his response didn't matter much either way as you began your journey to the doc.

[xviruserrorx]

Write fanfiction they said! It will be fun they said!

[dilapidatedmooneel]

Sorry it took me sooo long I am back to school and hating it, hope you enjoy

Rated: Teens up

Word Count: 1439

Ao3, Prologue, 1st Chapter, 2nd Chapter

Since the End/Begining of Time

Chapter 3 - A Predicament

The Gamma Forest

They all turned to the sound of the voice to once again to be shocked, though as they recognized who had spoken all their faces, bar Missy’s who face only showed a slight irritation, hardened, there standing in all his holographic glory, with suit shoes, checked trousers, navy shirt, checked waistcoat, purple suit jacket and a manic grin was, The Master. The trees around them seemed to stop rustling, if you asked Graham he would say they were softly shaking in fear, at the presence of two equally insane and cruel regenerations of the Master.

“Awww…. What's this not happy to see me” The Master sneered out grinning down at The Doctor, her companions and Missy. It was obvious the hologram was propelled upwards from the embedded crystals in the Missy’s axe from its place on the tree stump, so it would give the Master an air of superiority “Not even you lady version?”

“Well I don’t particularly like gifts with holographic crystals embedded in them” Missy quickly snipped “I knew they were there all along by the way”

“Sure you did” the Master sarcastically drawled “That's why you left then in the axe, even though I gave you more than enough time to remove them”

“I wasn't bothered!”

“You cut down a tree!”

“From frustration of having to see you again, it was my coping mechanism” Missy dramatically threw the back of her hand unto her forehead

The Doctor seemed to finally snapped out of the shock induced daze, by the two regeneration of the Master bickering, her face went murderous then back to perfectly calm, like a storm behind

“Where is my wife” her voice tense and full of anger, her whole posture was rigid. The whole display was full of anger and utterly fighting but was cut off by

“Wait a second, did I hear you right, wife??” questioned Graham looking at Yaz and Ryan trying to see if they knew what was going on Yaz's jaw just kept opening and closing like a goldfish, while Ryan looked like he was about to say something but kept thinking better of it.

“Yes yes, the Doctor has a mongrel wife” The holographic Master quickly said interrupting any questions from the Doctor's companions were going to ask, effectively moving the process much faster, “On the topic of the half-breed, do I need to get tested for rabies or something, she made me bleed!” lifting up his left hand to reveal a human, mouth shaped bite mark that even with the hologram you could see it was bleeding.

Then a chair leg appeared in the hologram smashed off the Master's head before the Master fell forward towards the doctor and Co. then disappeared from their view. Then what the Doctor will always call the voice of a goddess spoke saying two words she really wanted to hear

“Hello Sweetie” with a certain amount of flair only River Song could pull off “Sorry but he likes the sound of his own voice way too much and he would have started on done sort of long dramatic speech I did us all a favour by stopping him and may I just say he was being too dramatic it was only a tiny nip he was annoying me”

“None of your bites are tiny” The Doctor muttered under her breath, softly rubbing her neck

“What was that sweetie” the woman who now stood exactly where the Master previously had been not 2 minutes ago and she seemed to radiate so much power it rivaled if not more then him, now smirking down at the Doctor “I didn't quite catch that”

“It was nothing dear” the Doctor full on squeaked and flustered about, before looking her straight in the eye “I just missed you”

The Doctor and River seemed to be in a world of their own cataloguing each others every features savouring each curve, freckle, remembering the exact colour of each others eye and-

“Yes, yes, your happy to see your curly haired half-breed, can you stop now I think I'm going to puke” Missy said breaking the spell over the wives “Also how did you escape whatever other me used to trap you, did I keep all the brains when I regenerated?”

Both they both silently decided to just completely ignore Missy and turned to the Doctor’s fam when Graham finally decided to speak up

“Um doc, what's going on? And who's that?”

“Aww you're still going around not telling people about me? Do I embarrass dear?” the space hair woman put on a pout and looked over at her wife. The Doctor blushed and looked away before muttering

“It's too hard to explain our timelines on its own that's without adding all the other stuff, plus, it never came up”

River looked as if she was about to answer, but instead her eyes just widened she tensed up and collapsed

“River!” the Doctor cried, her voice breaking and on her face was pure terror for her wife, this shocked her fam as they were used to seeing her with bright smiles and a cheery attitude even if it seemed a bit fake at times.

“Oh don't be so dramatic! She's only unconscious” the Master said as he kicked River out of the projection and reclaimed his spot once more, rubbing his left hand, that was now covered in blood from the bite off the back of his head, where he had been hit “You really thought I would keep you pet assassin without precautions did you? “

“What have you done to her?!”

The Master’s infamous manic grin formed on his face as he held up a remote “I have put a little incentive in the shape of about 50 eltronic shock emitters…… meaning your trained psychopath has multiple tiny devices, that I can use these little beauties to just knock her out but they can also send out a powerful enough shock to fry all three brain stems and stop her hearts from pathetically beating, she would be completely stone dead never to live again”

“Do you understand the time ripples that will send, the timelines will be destroyed, would you really do that just to get at me?”

“Oh you don't know? Oh this is amazing!” the manic grin seemed to grow even bigger on his face as he watched the Doctor's confusion “Oh come on Doctor why haven't you got it yet, do I need to spell it out for you?” the Master questioned teasingly “You get it lady version don't you or did I take all the brains with me when I became my own being?”

“Of course I know, I figured it out when she first teleported into my beautiful Tardis” Missy snapped back

The Doctor looked between the two masters, looking truly lost, before looking straight at the Master

“what do you mean?” she was confused, angry and was on the verge of snapping and she needed answers quickly

“It means that this River Song is from after the Library, it means that this is your supposed lover after you failed to save her, it means that your wife could die all over again and you would be failing her, letting her die all over again just after she was saved”

The Doctor’s face was pure joy at the thought of her wife being once again alive, after such a long time, then her face hardened at one fact the Master lied they always did trying to find the best way to destroy her, having hope again only to lose it again would be the final step in the her destruction.

“Did you really think I would fall for that, getting my hopes up so that even when I save River from you, I will once again have to send her along to her death like every other time”

“Do you really believe I'm that cruel?” Missy asked annoyed “I did see you after Darillium after all”

The Doctor winced at the name of her home for 24 years, the last place she had ever seen River before this

“Yes yes I do” the Doctor snapped at Missy who then had the audacity to look upset. She then turned back to the Master and asked

“What do you want?”

“Finally the question I have been wanting to hear” the Master sneered down at her “Let's meet up and discuss, how about the ruins of Galifrey at our favorite spot, bring lady version won't you don't want to have her getting in the way somehow” and his hologram disappeared leaving once again silence.

[andmuzzlethat]

Angels Don't Fly || Chap. 1

Warning: Mentions of cheating and drug use, profanity, usual Crüe stuff

Word count: 1,894 (some chapters will be shorter than others)

Tag list: @slashscowboyboots @ouija-cat @ozzy-dumbass-of-darkness (please tell me if you wanna be added)

Author's note: This'll have to do with a lot of memories, which will be dated. I've also changed how I write. It's different (??) also there's no intro, I decided to just jump into the story !!

Third person ⤵

The year was 1986, the Crüe were on their sixth month of touring for Theatre of Pain, and because none of the boys cared about the consequences of their actions, except Mick, Doc had the bright idea of flying Estelle out to Europe for their final 3 months.

Nikki wasn't too fond of the idea of course, he threw a shit fit when Doc got all the boys together for the news. But it was too late now, for Estelle was back in L.A already packing for the flight that took off in less than 3 hours.

It was casual for Nikki to roll his eyes when he didn't get his way. He got up and walked out of Doc's room, who followed close behind him.

"I bought the ticket already, Sixx." Stated Doc, who managed to keep Nikki from running off somewhere in Europe. The raven headed bass player sighed heavily before running his fingers through his hair. A leg bouncing up and down while he sat on the chair in his room.

"I don't get why you didn't consult with us first, mainly me. She is my girlfriend or maybe I don't want her coming," (that was the first 😉 lol sorry (totally not)) Nikki fussed. He was tired of Doc treating them like kids, although they did act the part. "Plus, she doesn't like when I do coke and drink, that's one reason I didn't bring her."

Doc crossed his arms and shook his head in a disappointing manner. He knew too well that Nikki loved Estelle.

Under all the drugs and hidden emotions was a boy who just wanted to feel wanted and loved, he's got that now and some, what more could he want?

"What?"

"She'll be here by tomorrow afternoon. You got about a week and a half before tour starts up again, so I suggest you spend time with her wisely, God knows she'll wanna leave once you don't get a fix." Doc says and Nikki scoffs.

"Fuck off."

···

The following day, Nikki woke up a little too early for his liking. He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling while he had an arm rested under his head. Thoughts of Estelle leaving him running endlessly around his mind. He knew for a fact, that the girl fucking loved him and do anything in her power to keep him.

After aimlessly looking around the hotel room then to the digital clock on the bedside drawer, which read 8:37 AM, he began to move. Getting out of bed became a bother when you're like a vampire.

He first started to get clothes out of his suitcase. In it consists of multiple leather pants, some shirts that became cutoffs and others that are buttonups and probably just regular 'ol shirts, also lots of his undergarments that Estelle had packed for him back home.

A smile formed on his lips, only lasting a brief amount of seconds before his mind slipped back into the thought of her leaving, but this time for a different reason. It was what he had done just about a year ago.

Nikki ⤵

January 26, 1984:

The stress of having to write more and more music for a new album was, in the least, tiring. We haven't even come up with a fucking album title, due to the incident that happened a little over a month ago.

While Vince was away, some things changed with the band, me in particular. When Estelle was with her family for Christmas, I had my dealer over for a visit. He didn't have the drug I wanted but he did have drugs. To me, it seemed to be coke, something I wanted and had to wait for. He explained to me what it was. Heroin.

He let me sample some, since I've never tried it but obviously know what it is. I watched as he got it ready. After, he handed me a bandana, told to me tie it above my bicep. I did, held it tight as he felt for a vein then stuck the needle into it.

Let's just say it felt a whole lot better than sex. I'm not sure what happened, all I know is Tommy came by and found me in the closet. I was close to naked, passed out cold, and looked like I wasn't breathing. I remember him shaking me and nearly slapping me as I opened my eyes.

He was coming by to give me some stuff he'd bought for me but ended up giving me a fucking lecture, only to end it with, "do you got anymore?" I'm not one to turn anyone out, but this is Tommy, my Terror Twin, he had to try this.

Since then, it's been my drug of choice. I told him not to tell Estelle or anyone else, also threatened to kick him out of the band if he did. He shook on it, so I doubt he would.

Today was day five of not having any sex with Estelle. It was shark week for her, so that explained a lot, like the fight we had two nights ago. One of the worst we've had in a long time. Things between us have been going so fucking fine, but she decided to pick a fight, well, I did engage in it too.

We slept in different areas of her apartment, her in the bedroom and myself in the living room, on the couch she had. I was too big for it. Purely uncomfortable.

We weren't civil, although it sounded childish for us both, that's just how we punished each other. Trust me, the make-up sex was fucking amazing, which is why I participate in our arguments. The only time we saw each other was in the morning, I get back late at night, so I don't get to see her before I go to sleep, that is if my body and mind want to.

While I had nowhere specific to go, I ended up in the studio. Nobody was here, so I hung out by myself, which is what lead me to stressing about the album, and all of the drastic shit that's happened between Estelle and I.

I scanned the room for a phone, stopping when I found it. In a corner, it sat on a mini table, along with some magazines. Quickly, I got up and the number of my dealer immediately popped into my mind. Sitting down on the chair next to the table, I typed the digits out.

A few rings and he answered. "Hello?" A female's voice was heard. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Yo, where's Kev?"

"Not here at the moment, why? Do you need?" She asked bluntly, it surprised me. The chick gave me Estelle vibes, reminded me so much of her although she was only talking to me through the phone.

"Y-yeah. Meet me at the address he has written down, I'll be there."

···

And that's how I fucked up. Sleeping with someone else in a bed Estelle owned, the the fucking apartment she owned and worked hard for.

I waited for her to come back, it was nearly 10 o'clock at night when she had. The look on her face was evident she had a bad day. Her eyes became glossy when she stared at me. I couldn't help but cave in and engulf her in my arms. Her's snaked around my neck and held onto me tight.

"What's wrong, Sweets?" Before I knew it, she was a crying mess. Her sobbing was the only thing heard in the apartment.

I slowly moved us to the couch, sitting her down first then myself. She leaned onto my shoulder, tears still running down her face and dripping on my shirt.

We sat like that for at least an hour, in the time being I threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. I prayed to whatever God there was that she doesn't find out what I did hours prior to this. She needed me right now and that's what she was getting.

"I'm sorry, Nikki, for snapping like that the other day, some jealous bitches told me an obvious lie a week before that." She explained, which I didn't want but was relieved to hear.

"No, Esty, I don't blame you, with how many women there are at times. I probably would've believed the same thing if I was told you were cheating, I mean come on, you're much more than I am. You could do better than me. Estelle, you're beautiful and could probably pull a fucking female your way."

It wasn't necessarily an apology or an acceptance to her's, but it seemed to be something, she smiled a fucking smile that could have me in tears. She shook her head and then stared up at me. Her chocolatey eyes gazed deeply into mine.

Before either of us knew it, her lip's were pressed roughly against mine. Her small hands made their way into my hair, gripping it how I liked, she fucking knew what she doing now and getting herself into. She needed it more than me.

···

Third person ⤵

That night the couple made up in a way they knew how, through passionate affection and about 4 or 5 orgasms throughout the night. It took his mind off the mistake he made that day, which he still managed to keep a secret for so long.

Nikki sighed before pulling out a plain black shirt, leathers, and socks, deciding to go without briefs for the day. He's done it plenty of times before, what's stopping him now?

Later, after his shower and shoot up time, Doc knocked on his door. He waited patiently for Nikki to open the door; a few seconds later it came flying open.

"You're ready, surprisingly. We gotta go, her plane will be landing soon and it's almost rush hour here. Come on." He explained without missing a beat then began walking towards the elevators.

The raven haired bassist grabbed his sunglasses and a water bottle. He made his way out.

···

Estelle's eyes scanned the sea of people for Doc and Nikki, since the manager told her it was only going to be the two. When her sight landed on them, an immediate smile formed on her lips. She quickly made her way towards the odd pair.

"Sixx!"

"Hey, baby!" Nikki swore he saw a sparkle in her eyes as she saw him. It was a sight to fucking see, especially when the two haven't seen each other since July.

She squealed when he lifted her up by her bottom. She hadn't felt those hands in a long time and had surely missed them, him. Their lips connected like magnets and the couple were in a full on heated make out session on the airport.

Doc cleared his throat when people began looking and giving them disgusted looks. Estelle and Nikki parted, a smile on the brunette's face. He put her back on the floor. She looked at Doc and engulfed him in a hug, which surpised both Nikki and himself.

"Sorry, just haven't seen you guys in forever!" Estelle groaned, letting go of the man.

"It's fine. You hungry? I'm sure if this giant is then you must be." The girl laughed lightly and nodded.

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my first ever chapter to a fic i have a feeling will last some time !!