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lazycats-stuff · 11 months

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Could you do a batfam x batbro reader? Where reader is the 2nd youngest and they all accidentally forget his birthday, and they see him all teary eyed and they all feel really guilty and go to apologize to him except plot twist, batbro also forgot that it was his birthday and was teary eyed because he saw a really emotional scene in a video game he was playing and it made him tear up

Oh no... So much chaos... And short... AHHHHH.

Summary: (Y/N) and the family forget (Y/N)'s birthday.

Warnings: (Y/N) forgets his birthday, so do the others, recipe for disaster and chaos

Today is a one special occasion for the Wayne family? Which one, I can hear you asking? Well, it's (Y/N)'s birthday today! It's a reason to be happy, right? Well, it seems that today, everyone has forgotten about (Y/N)'s birthday.

Even (Y/N) himself has forgotten about it. So everyone went on about their day, doing the things that they wanted. (Y/N) had plans to play God of War and finish up the game.

He absolutely loved the said game and Kratos kind of remined him of Bruce. Atreus kind of represented all of them and (Y/N) loved Atreus with everything in him.

This game was a gift for his last birthday and it was from Bruce too. After promising to Bruce that he would get good grades in school, Bruce hinted that he might buy the game for his son.

And what does (Y/N) do?

He studies and tries very hard in school and thankfully Bruce doesn't expect him to get straight As. He just wanted (Y/N) to do his best in school. That's something that he wants for all of his children. He doesn't want to kill any of them with with studying.

All of them are intelligent in their on their way in Bruce's eyes and he would nurture that. Which parent wouldn't, if they have the means of course.

(Y/N) was playing the game in his room, just enjoying the game. He was sad that the game was over, but hey, he didn't mind it. Be happy that it happened, right?

(Y/N) watched in silence, just crying softly at the ending. Oh he was going to buy himself Ragnarok, even if it was the last thing he has ever done. He needs to see Atreus and Kratos in another adventure. He put his controller down, crying at the end.

It touched him in the feels. Bruce and him have a similar type of relationship. There was, at first, some emotional reservations, but as the time has passed, the two have grown more closer. (Y/N) had to lay on the bed and hug his pillow to calm himself down.

As (Y/N) was crying upstairs, everyone was downstairs, just lazing around. It was silent, except from the TV where Jason was watching a TV show. It was all fine and dandy until Tim sat up out of nowhere, looking at his phone like he has seen a ghost.

" Tim? " Bruce prompted and the others looked at Tim. " What's wrong? "

" We forgot (Y/N)'s birthday! " Tim said, becoming paler and paler with every second that has passed. Oh no, oh no... Shit!

" No, it's not- " Jason stopped, looking at his phone. Oh no.

They have actually and ever so royally fucked up. Oh God.

" Oh no! " Dick said and Damian put his face into his hands. Bruce felt like shit. Oh God...

" Oh no. " Bruce said, rubbing his forehead.

" What are we going to do? " Jason asked, pushing his hair back.

" We are going to go upstairs, apologize with everything in us and then buy so many presents that it will look like Christmas. " Bruce announced, standing up from the couch.

" You are going to be first Bruce. " Jason said and Bruce just went upstairs, shaking his head.

" This is the reason why he didn't come down, he is too sad to come down. Angry at us too. " Dick said as they walked up to the door. Bruce couldn't disagree with that.

The question as to what was going to happen when they enter? (Y/N) could either explode at them or he could be too heartbroken to even talk to them. There was no in between with (Y/N).

Bruce opened the door and everyone has seen (Y/N) on the bed, crying.

" Oh (Y/N), we are so sorry. " Bruce has started, walking up to the bed and hugging his son tightly. " We didn't mean to forget. " Bruce said and (Y/N) stopped crying.

" What did you forget? " (Y/N) asked through the hiccups. What did they mean about that?

" We forgot your birthday and we are so sorry. " Dick jumped in and (Y/N) frowned, confused beyond belief.

" It's my birthday today? " (Y/N) asked, looking at his family members. What was the date today?

" Hang on. " Jason now, jumped in. " Hold up. Did you forgot your birthday? " Jason asked and (Y/N) nodded. Jason frowned and now Damian had to jump in.

" Then what are you crying about? " Damian asked, tilting his head. (Y/N) confuses him so much sometimes.

" I finished the God of War... And it hit me so hard in the feels. " (Y/N) said, breaking down into sobs once more. He buried his head into Bruce's chest and Bruce just rocked him back and forth.

The brothers looked at each in shock. Oh my God. He is the most human one in the family. No, Alfred is in the mix too. Alfred is also the most human member of the family.

" Would buying God of War Ragnarök be okay? " Jason asked, knowing that (Y/N) loves the game and Ragnarök came out a while ago. (Y/N)'s head perked up at the sound of it.

" Oh you are buying it. I don't care the fact that it's my birthday, if you don't buy it, I won't talk to any of you. " (Y/N) said, not caring that he was sounding like a spoiled brat.

Is it wrong to just want Atreus and Kratos to go through adventures? To get closer? And he wanted more of Brok. If something is to happen to him, he will die.

" Sure thing, how about we do that now? " Bruce proposed, making everyone a little confused. " We can buy it and then we can stop by to find you some cheesecakes. " Bruce said and everyone has agreed with the idea.

" Now, everyone get ready, you (Y/N) wash your face and we are going to meet in 20 minutes downstairs. " Bruce said and everyone shuffled out.

" Now, are you sure that game has bothered you? " Bruce pressed once they were alone. (Y/N) nodded, hugging his dad back.

" Yes B. I was sad about the ending, not about the birthday. " (Y/N) said, wiping the tears away. " Okay, I'm happy to hear it. Now get ready. "

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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3.5k / stepdad!joel x f!reader / stepdad master

A/N: Picks up after Fandango. Nothing has happened with the Mom before this, so ignore that hypothetical drabble.

Warnings: I8+ smut, mdni. stepcest, big girthy age gap, angst. jacking off, groping, oral F receiving. P in V but not with each other. cheating on each other, kind of. graphically overhearing your mom and him have sex :(. Joel's state of mind when he did it.

"Firm handshake," Joel says, then takes a seat on the other side of you. Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle. He asks about your date. Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming.

Joel is weird after his introspective drive home from your apartment. When you get back to their house, he silently brings the TV in for you, biceps bulging through his thin undershirt. He sets it up in your room and won’t make eye contact the whole time he’s in your room. Seems like everything went to hell as soon as you asked about their marriage.

“Joel.” He doesn't look. He bends over and his shirt rides up as he plugs the last thing into the TV.

“Joel, what the hell”

“What?” he snaps, “What do you want?”

You’re not sure what to say, so your default sarcasm spills out. “What, you can’t tell?”

He rolls his eyes. “Somethin’ you need right now, or am I done here?” He tosses the remote control onto your bed. He won’t even get within three feet of you.

“You don’t want me to answer that,” you say.

He scoffs and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Thanksgiving night, your mom gets home and the three of you eat dinner together. She asks how the movie was. Joel blushes and plays with his food, but you smoothly start telling her all about the Exorcist until she changes the subject since she doesn’t like horror.

“I was thinking, honey, why don’t you come with us to Mexico?”

“I thought you were going for a conference,” you say.

“Yeah, well. You know how that is. They wouldn’t have it at the beach if they didn’t expect us to have a little fun.” She looks at Joel. Joel is staring at his plate. She continues, “We were gonna add a couple of days, make a vacation of it. You could bring a friend if you want.”

You nod. “Or just the three of us?”

“Sure,” she says. Joel puts his fork down and sits back in his chair. “Ate too much earlier,” he says and excuses himself from the table. You don’t see him again that night.

The next morning, you go black Friday shopping with both of them. At most stores, Joel waits in the car sulking, pondering his life. You buy a new TV for your apartment, a few new bikinis for the trip, and your Mom buys Joel a bunch of new clothes. You’re going to miss the shrunken ones. After you get home, your Mom leaves to do more shopping and Joel watches football in the ] living room. You put on a new bikini and go downstairs to model it for him.

“Well what do you think?” you ask.

He quickly scans your body, his eyes not lingering anywhere. “Looks great,” he says flatly, then looks back at the TV.

You sit down next to him, elbow on the back of the sofa with your head propped up in your hand. He tries not to look.

“Give me a break,” he says.

“I just wanna know if you like it,” you say.

“Said it looks great.”

You adjust the cups of the top. “It’s not too much?”

“Come on, sweetheart.” He refuses to look. “Just get outta here, okay?”

“Okay, I have three more to try on.”

“Please don’t,” he says and adjusts the crotch of his sweatpants.

“I dunno why you’re punishing me for your own feelings,” you retort.

He sighs as though too tired to even try.

“Maybe I’ll go on that tinder date after all.” You’re still not planning on it at this point, you just want Joel to loosen up again and hope the threat might help.

Joel scowls at you. He knows he can’t tell you not to. He knows it’s not fair. “Would you grow up,” he says.

Your laugh is short and silent. “I’ll send the other suits on snapchat.”

You go back to your room and try them on, taking videos and pictures and sending them to Joel. “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say in a low, sultry voice, then turn the camera to the mirror to show your ass hanging out of a cheeky pair of boy shorts. You take some even hotter footage and send it all in real time.

Joel doesn’t open the snapchats right away. But soon, you hear the TV turn off downstairs, then he goes up to the master bedroom and closes the door.

You smile to yourself and put on a robe. He’s totally about to jack off. Sure enough, a minute or two later, Snapchat tells you when he starts watching your snaps. You tiptoe into the hall to listen. You sneak as close to his door as you can get without giving yourself away. You want to hear him do it unrestrained by your presence.

“God damn,” he sighs and your nipples harden at the sound.

“I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say through his phone, and he replays it. “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.” And again. “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.”

He breathes loudly and you hear the wet squish of his fist around his cock.

“Uggghh,” he groans and you know he must be watching the one where you untie the top entirely and let it hang between your breasts. Outside his door, you slip your hand into your swimsuit and touch yourself as you listen to him breathe heavily. He audibly pleasures himself while you put on a show and strip for him on his phone. He’s so fucking hot.

“Jesus,” he says to himself. In snapchat, you must be pulling the swimsuit aside to show him your juicy cunt and how wet you are. You brought your phone with you in your robe so you can see how many snaps he has left to watch. That’s one of the last.

“It’s yours, Joel,” you say from his phone. “Come and get it.”

“Fuck me,” he sighs and the sound of his voice makes you lose control of your hand. You put your hand on the door knob and open it.

His phone repeats, “It’s yours, Joel. Come and get it. . . It’s yours, Joel. Come and get it.” You see the reflection of the explicit video in his glasses. He fumbles with his phone to stop it from playing again.

“What the hell are you doin’ here,” he whispers gruffly with his cheeks pink.

“If you’re not gonna come get it. . .” you say, putting your hands in the pockets of your robe and splaying them out to show your whole body.

“Your mom’s on her way home right now.”

“That’s what you wanna talk about?” You take a hand out of your robe pocket and slip it into your swimsuit, dipping a finger into your pussy, letting your head fall back, exposing your neck as you bite your lip and touch yourself. Then you snake your hand up your torso, between your breasts, to your neck. You walk all the way up to him, stepping over a trail of shopping bags from the walk-in closet to the bed. When you get to Joel, you put your fingers in his mouth and he licks them clean with his eyes closed. Then you take his free hand and put it on your breast, slipping it under the swimsuit. He does nothing to stop you. You start touching yourself again.

He strokes his cock faster. He wets his lips and breathes deeply as he palms your breast and watches you touch yourself.

Then you hear footsteps on the stairs, and your Mom’s voice. “Honey?” She must have left the garage door open while she was out. No warning.

“Shit,” he whispers, yanking his hand away from you. He looks around. You close your robe. “Closet,” he says, pulling his pants up over his wet, hard cock.

“No!” you whisper. But when you see your Mom’s shadow arriving at the top of the stairs and Joel all disheveled with his lube right on the nightstand, you don’t see another option. You’d have to cross the bedroom door to get to the bathroom.

Just as you hide in the closet, your Mom enters the bedroom, and her paper shopping bags clatter against the door on the way in. “It’s just you? Thought I heard someone.” She’s headed your way with the bags. This was so stupid. So, so stupid. You could have just tied up your robe and acted like you were getting something from their bathroom.

Joel intercepts her. “C’mere,” he says. “Why don’t ya let me put those up later?” His voice has a seductive air about it and a pit opens in your stomach.

“Joel,” she says accusatorily and laughs. “Were you watching porn?”

“What if I was,” he says. Of course he’s still hard and pink in the face. Terrible at hiding his humiliation.

“Hope you saved some for me,” she says saucily and your heart drops. She closes the bedroom door.

This is a worst case scenario.

You hear kissing. So fucked up. You plug your ears and dissociate. What follows is a torturous symphony of breathing and moaning from both of them for the longest five minutes of your life. You seethe, then you cry as silently as possible. Of course he’s thinking about you - of course. You gave him that hard-on. Is he doing it out of spite? Out of panic? Surely he could manage not to moan if he was only doing it because he felt like he had to. He knows you’re RIGHT THERE. Can he really not control himself?

While you’re still in the closet, you post one of your sexiest swimsuit photos on instagram. Then you text Joel, “This is so fucked up. I don’t want to ever hear a word from you about my dates or instagram or anything else.” You send him a screencap from Tinder where you’re confirming your availability for a date with Jacques. “Hope you’re happy,” you add. “Fuck you.”

When it’s over, your mom goes to the bathroom and you make your escape, wiping your eyes with one hand, holding your robe closed tight with another, not even looking in Joel’s direction. You can feel him looking at you, though.

You slam the door to your bedroom.

Joel responds to your text, “You’re right, it’s none of my business. I’m sorry.”

That makes you even more upset. You want it to be his business. You get in your bed and sob.

“I dunno what to say,” he adds. “I didn’t know what to do. If you can’t forgive, me I understand.”

You respond, “You didn’t have to act so into it.”

He says, “I was trying to make it quick. I’m really sorry.”

You don’t reply.

“I wish I could undo it. I’m sorry.”

You don’t respond.

He asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Fuck no, you don’t want to talk about it. Why would you want to talk about it? You stay in your room for a long time but eventually go to the kitchen to get something to drink. He must hear you going downstairs because it’s only a minute before he comes down, too.

“Hey,” he says. “You okay?”

How would you be okay? You don’t have anything to say to him.

He says, “I was gonna, uh, go to the gas station. You want a drink or somethin’?” You don’t answer.

You go back to your room. When he gets back, he knocks on your door. You don’t answer. He goes back downstairs and texts you that he got you a drink and put it in the fridge.

The next morning, you come down for breakfast and he’s there.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks. You don’t answer. He watches you pour a glass of orange juice in silence. You drink it and put it in the sink. He leans against the doorframe from the kitchen to the hall, blocking your way. As you go by, he gently puts his hand on your chest and whispers, “Hey.” You look down at his big, veiny hand. How dare he platonically put it on your chest? You take a deep breath, your breast swelling into the heel of his palm.

“What?” you ask.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Please forgive me.”

You laugh condescendingly.

“Or at least talk to me,” he begs with puppy dog eyes.

You return to your room without another word.

Over the next few days, you go back to your apartment and Joel tries texting you casually. He snapchats you too, but you don’t answer it.

A few days later, you go out with Jacques to get your mind off Joel. Joel remembers your plans. He’s still thinking about it.

“Have fun on your date,” Joel texts you. The nerve. If Jacques is hot enough in person, you might give Joel a taste of his own medicine in terms of what Joel has to overhear. You’re glad you hadn’t decided the location when you sent Joel the screencap, lest he show up.

Jacques is hot. You go out to dinner, then bring him home to your mom and Joel's house instead of your apartment. The two of you sit in the kitchen first and you make him a drink. You continue your conversation from the date. His voice is deep and smooth, but not as sexy as Joel's. You can’t help but compare everything about them. You and Jacques take your drinks to the living room to watch a movie. You sit in the middle of the sofa and Jacques sits by your side.

Before you've even picked a movie, Joel walks in. He spreads his feet and crosses his arms, pushing out his biceps with his hands underneath them. Then he just stares at you. He looks like he’s trying to restrain himself.

"Joel," you light up insincerely. "This is Jacques."

Jacques gets up and shakes Joel's hand.

"Firm handshake," Joel says flatly, then takes a seat on the other side of you. Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle. He asks about your date. Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming at the edge of his nose. You lean back against the couch since they’re trying to talk to each other.

Joel asks, "So what'd ya talk about? Any common interests?"

"Oh yeah, we both love horror movies," Jacques says.

"Nice," Joel nods. "She tell ya we went to see the new Exorcist?"

"Um, yeah. She mentioned it was good."

Joel chuckles, then looks at you. "It was good, huh? You'll have to catch me up before the next one, sweetheart." He gives your thigh a squeeze and winks at Jacques. Then he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. "Where ya from, Jacques?"

"El Paso," he says. Joel doesn't hide his surprise. Then Jacques adds, "My parents are French."

Joel nods thoughtfully. "Am I sayin' it right? Jock? Or is it Jack?"

"Jack is fine."

"Nice."

You interrupt them. "I don't think Hulu's working in here. C'mon Jacques, we can watch in my room."

"Now hold on, I'll fix it for ya," Joel offers and puts his hand on yours, reaching for the remote control.

"Nah," you say. "Wanna try out my TV in there anyway."

“Alright,” Joel mumbles. He runs a hand over his beard. If he didn’t feel so guilty, he’d be losing his shit right now. You’re sure of it. He’s trying really hard to be fair. You and Jacques get up off the sofa, then Joel stands up.

"It was nice to meet you," Jacques says and shakes Joel's hand again.

"You're the stepdad right?" Jacques removes his hand from Joel's death grip.

"Guess I am tonight," Joel mutters.

“Sorry, what?” Jacques asks.

"Yeah, he is," you say, then look at Joel. "Where's Mom?" You ask. "Figured y'all were going to have some quality time."

"Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart," Joel says, then briefly massages your shoulder before walking away to the fridge.

You and Jacques watch Equalizer 2.

Joel texts you, “Don’t do this.”

After about fifteen minutes you respond, “?”

“Please,” Joel texts. “You’ve made your point.”

You don’t reply.

“I know I deserve it, but I wish you wouldn’t.”

In another twenty minutes, you see the shadow of feet under your door. A few seconds later, there’s a soft knock. “Gonna make some popcorn, y’all want some?” Joel asks. You tell him no thanks.

Toward the end of Equalizer 2, Jacques gets handsy with you and you welcome the advance. He’s not bad with his hands, but you also don’t hesitate to exaggerate your sounds of pleasure. But that exaggeration turns into real enjoyment. You relish the opportunity to release all your tension into someone else’s body. Someone who wants you unapologetically and would hopefully never make you hide in a closet.

Jacques has a big one, too. You close your eyes and pretend he’s Joel as you’re making out and his hard cock is grinding into your crotch. You moan into his mouth, desperately wanting to feel Joel's beard against your cheek. Jacques whispers your name and says, “I want you.” He takes his cock out and wraps your hand around it. You grab it hungrily without opening your eyes. You hear the tear of a condom wrapper and your breath hitches. Your body wants it.

Then the fire alarm goes off. You cover your ears and Jack puts his dick away. You don’t bother fixing your hair or skirt.

“Sorry!” Joel yells from downstairs. The smell of burned popcorn fills the hall. It takes him a minute to turn off the alarm, of course. Jacques opens the bedroom door to see what’s going on. Then Joel comes upstairs out of breath and apologizes for the commotion.

“Sorry ‘bout that, guys.” Joel hovers there in the door with one of his hands on the frame.

You cross your arms on your bed, and Joel’s eyes fall to where the bedding is messed up.

“Well, It was nice to meet ya, Jacques,” he says. “Lemme walk ya out.”

Jacques is confused. “I, uh.”

“Um, I guess I’ll call you,” you tell Jacques.

Relief washes over Joel’s face and he asks you, “Your Mom, uh, needs a ride, you wanna come with me in a minute?”

Jacques looks back and forth between the two of you. “Yeah, guess I better go,” he says to himself.

Joel walks him out.

When Joel comes back from walking Jacques out, he tries to be casual, but his body is clearly tense.

"Really think he bought that performance?" Joel asks as he pushes into your room. He closes the door behind him and leans against it with his butt. He looks at Find my Friends on his iphone. “She’s ten minutes away,” he says and pushes off your door to approach your bed.

"What performance?” you ask.

"C'mon, sweetheart. You were fakin' it." He lifts the comforter and sheets and inspects them. "Dry."

Your cheeks burn.

He sits down on the bed and picks up the unused condom still in its wrapper. "Least you woulda been smart."

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask. “Leave me alone.”

“Can’t, sweetheart,” he murmurs and puts his hand on your thigh. “I can’t.”

“Then do something about it or get the fuck out,” you whisper.

He slides his hand up your skirt and slips his fingers right into your panties. “That for me or him?”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

You lean back on your pillows and he gets between your legs. He hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties down, then plants his face between your thighs, lightly caressing them from the outside with his big, masculine hands. “Gotta be quick,” he murmurs into your pussy, then digs in. He sucks and laps at you and inhales deeply through his nose. Your hips lift into his mouth. You whine his name. He pauses and looks up but doesn’t reprimand you. He penetrates you with his tongue and moans into your cunt.

“Fuck, Joel,” you breathe. He devours you ravenously, moaning and sighing, until your thighs tense and your hips lift and you moan his name as you come in his mouth and he laps up every drop.

He tears his head away and looks at you affectionately. He’s panting and his face is dripping wet from the nose down. He kisses your inner thigh, then gives you a hickey there on each side.

The garage door opens downstairs. Joel stands up and adjusts his joggers to accommodate his massive erection. He’s still breathing heavily. He wipes off his face. He walks to your door and opens it without a word. He turns around and looks at you, then closes the door behind him.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 10 months

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Scars are beautiful

𖤐Pairing: Husband! König x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, anxiety, language, insecurities, kissing, biting, blow job, mentioning of hard and soft (you know)

𖤐Summary: After König came back from the Military and is now living at home, he's worried his wife may not want him anymore because of all his scar he has on his body now.

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It was a nice and sunny day in Germany right now. König sat on the couch in the living room in the same pajama pants he went to bed in and a tight black t-shirt that hugged his muscles just right.

He was just endlessly flipping through channels on the TV, he lands on one that he won't watch just have it play in the background as he does some house chores before Y/n, his wife of 4 years wakes up.

He fixed coffee for the both of them and unloaded the dishwasher and had placed his nasty, dirty and stinky gym clothes in the washer.

He pours some creamer in his coffee and no sugar; he doesn't like it overbearingly sweet like his wife does.

He fixed the way Y/n likes her coffee creamer and two spoonsful of sugar, he goes upstairs and just barely pushed the door open with his foot.

König saw Y/n was already up, she was just stretching upward, and the neck of her shirt exposes her right shoulder, she smiles seeing her husband come in holding her favorite mug knowing what's already in it.

"The way, I like it?" She asked, before he placed it in her hands.

"You already know it, liebe (love)," he kisses her temple and goes back downstairs, Y/n likes to stay in bed a little bit longer looking at her phone watching TikTok videos, going through X, Instagram and opening Snaps from her friends.

König held his mug and looked down at his hand, he saw the scar on the back of his hand that was like an 'X', after coming home from the Military his body was almost covered in scars, he became nervous that Y/n may not want to be with him anymore, he hates that he thinks like this, and he knows Y/n could NEVER leave him. Especially not over some scars.

He could see his reflection in the microwave and over his right eyebrow was a scar. The corner of his upper lip had a small scar that one hurt the most, he also knows his back and chest were covered in scars as well, he hasn't taken his shirt off around Y/n after coming home a month ago.

Y/n's honestly never really noticed that he hasn't done it, before he would almost walk around the house naked.

Y/n finally came downstairs and smiled at her husband, but she could see his face was done. She walks up to him.

"König?"

"Oh hey," he says as if he didn't just see her not too long ago.

"Is everything okay?" She asks.

"Umm~" he was hesitant. "How do you feel about my scars? Have you noticed that I'm basically not walking around the house naked anymore?"

Y/n took a deep breath. "I mean I haven't noticed really, I thought since he was around guys a lot you learned to be a little more modest or something but...the scars, King...they do not bother me. I love you, don't I? If they did, wouldn't I have left already? I will never leave you over some scars that showed your bravery. I could never do that to you..." she says, cupping his face and kissing him.

He smiles into the kiss knowing he'll feel safe with Y/n no matter what.

"Usually this is the opposite type of conversation, you're usually the one trying to calm me down about my insecurities." She smiles.

"Well, sometimes I need that encouragement too."

"I know," she places her pointer finger under his chin and her thumb tugged at his bottom lip before kissing him again.

He slightly moans into the kiss. his hands went to her waist as she did all the work, her hands on his shoulders but one measly moving down tugging at the pajama pants.

He smirks knowing what she wanted, and he knows what himself wanted as well.

"Are you sure?"

She pulls away from him. "The last time we did it was the night you came back home and nothing after that, yes, I want it," she says as he smirks and started to tug his pants down, she gets off him just a little bit to see his dick.

It wasn't hard just yet; she goes on her knees and looks up at him. He moves down just a little bit slouching on the back of the couch. The cold air against his lower half just made him twitch just a little bit till her hand goes around him.

Immediately he wanted to cum in her hand.

"H-Holy shit!"

"I haven't done anything yet, King," she giggles.

"I know, but your hands are so soft and...your hands, just look small holding me," he says while holding back a chuckle.

König was big and girthy even when soft he was still big. She starts to pump his cock in her hands, he placed his head back and let out a breathy moan.

"H-Holy fuck," he mutters. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her eyes looked cute looking up at him. "D-Don't look a-at me like that," he says.

She smirks and hums around his cock. He jolts his hips up, his tip just barely hit the back of her throat.

König grips some of her hair and just rested his hand, he wasn't forcing her or anything, he wanted to let her know, he was comfortable.

She focused on bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around his dick. He places his head back again and felt himself twitch inside of her mouth.

Then he cums in her mouth. she moves her mouth and cum leaked from the corner of her mouth. He holds her chin and watches her swallow. She opens her mouth showing off that she could take him.

"That was fucking hot, liebe..." he removes his shirt and kicked his pants away from his feet, he picks her up off the floor. "I want to stuff you now," he says making Y/n giggle at him.

"Do your worst," she teases.

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König was sweating from head to toe, his hair stuck to his forehead as Y/n was shaking, her body was sweaty as well, her body laid limp on the bed, trying her hardest to catch her breath.

She felt small and useless under König.

He gets off of her and laid next to her looking up at the ceiling with her, her soft pants were the only thing his ears could focus on. He sits up now and looks down at her tummy.

He leans down to rest his ear against her.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"I just thought...how wonderful and cool would it be to have a...little us running around the house?"

"A baby?"

"Yeah...why not...I talked with Price, he has 2 two kids of his own and he says when he retires, he wants to be part of their lives...and I want that too..."

"King...could I think about it?"

Y/n sometimes feels like she's ready for a kid, but she also feels like she's not ready just yet. She was a big kid of her own looking right at her.

"I'm just not sure if we are ready to have a kid yet...I have you to worry about first."

"Okay, okay, I understand," he said, looking down and chuckling. "Please do think about it."

"I will and I will get back to you when I have an answer," she giggles as König smiled and leaned down kissing her lips again.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig

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ovaova · 8 months

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After a tiring day of hero work, all Katsuki wanted to do was take off his work uniform, take a shower, eat the delicious dinner he knows you’ve prepared for him, spend a little time with his kids, and hit the hay.

And if he was lucky, maybe you’ll let him get close to you too

He set his house/car keys in the bowl on the nearby table before making his way past the kitchen into the living room.

There he saw both his middle and youngest daughters watching tv. Of course he kisses them hello, one cheek each. It wasn’t till he noticed his oldest son missing

“Where’s your brother?”

“He’s in his room”

“Yeah but he’s been in his room for hours, it’s weird.”

Hours? That is pretty weird, but not the type of weird Katsuki felt like dealing with tonight.

“Okay, well don’t you two stay staring at that tv for hours, huh?”

Both girls peeked up before instantly trying to find something else to do

‘We really need to cut their screen time..’

Finally, Katsuki had made it to your shared bedroom. He could finally be at ease.

“Hey baby, I’m home. It smells good downstairs, what are you making?” Katsuki said kissed your forehead

“Just curry…Y’know, the usual..” You answered, not looking up from the book you’ve been reading.

Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows at your tone. Usually he wouldn’t dwell but he can’t do that when it comes to you and he knows somethings not right.

“Is everything okay? You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine…you can take your shower, I’m done”

“Mm, okay-“

“Actually Katsuki-“

‘Finally, let it out’ he thought turning back to face you

I wanted to ask you about this..”

Katsuki eyes went wide as saucers as he saw what you were holding.

A pack of condoms, some missing signaling that they have been used.

“What..the hell..is…that..?”

“Hm, I don’t know Katsuki. All I know is that we have three kids, I’m on the pill, AND WE HAVENT USED A GODDMAN CONDOM IN FOUR FUCKING YEARS. SO I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IT IS KATSUKI, YOU TELL ME-“

“B-bABY I DONT KNOW? Where did you even find those???”

“DOES IT FUCKING MATTER WHERE I FOUND THEM??”

“God WHERE ARE THEY? I KNOW I just had them!? I swear this will be the last time I ever hold anything for Haruki”

For the past few hours, (sons name) has been searching for a missing…package that he was supposed to be holding for his friend who was at a summer camp

“Please man I can’t leave them at home! My mom will find them!”

“Please I won’t ask for anything ever again,”

Excuse after excuse after excuse, but of course (sons name) was gonna be a good friend…but if being a good friend leads him to loosing a pack of open condoms in his own house with his two sisters mom and dad, then he might want to change his juxtaposition.

It wasn’t until (son’s name) heard muffles arguing coming from his closed bedroom door.

There could only be one explanation…

“Oh…my…fuck.”

“ (Y/N) I PROMISE THOSE ARENT MINE, WHY WOULD I EVEN HAVE CONDOMS IN THE FIRST DANN PLACE??”

“WELL I DONT KNOW HOW ABOUT YOU TELL ME? THEY WERE IN OUR ROOM, UNDER OUR BED, ON YOUR SIDE.”

The couple continued arguing before heavy footsteps could be heard coming to their door, soon to reveal their son busting in.

“WAIT!”

Both parents glanced to their son who was out a breath trying to get out his statement.

“I-It’s mine!”

“WHAT?” Both parents shouted in disbelief At the same time.

“I CAN EXPLAIN! I CAN EXPLAIN! THEY’RE NOT MINE, THEY’RE A FRIENDS. HE ASKED ME IF I COULD HOLD THEM FOR HIM WHILE HE’S OUT OF TOWN…”

It went silent… no one knowing what to actually say.

Guess relaxing after work was gonna be out of the question for a while…

#bakugo #x reader #dad bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #mha fanfiction

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gavisfanta · 7 months

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Hi love, can you do one of Pedri being a dad?

PRINCESA - PEDRI

summary: pedri and your daughter getting along and playing dress up

a/n: I thought of this during math class 😭😭

warnings: slight mentions of an ed, nothing serious tho

"Oh my god" You laughed as you looked at your daughter dressed up in a princes dress. She greeted you at the door with the biggest smile ever on her face.

"How is my princess?" You lifted her up immediately after you took off your shoes.

"Good" she kissed your cheek and you couldn't help but kiss her nose and then her cheek too.

"Oh yeah? Where's daddy?" You asked and she looked at you. Then you put her down and made your way towards the stairs.

"Upstairs, uncle fer got us these dresses." She said and you furrowed your brows while walking upstairs.

"us?" You asked with a confusing look but your question was soon answered by you seeing Pedri sitting in the middle of her room, wearing a pink princess dress.

You immediately burst out laughing and he looked up at you with a huge smile on his face.

"Mommy's home" Your daughter clapped her hands as she walked towards Pedri. You were standing in the doorway as Pedri stood up and you scanned his whole body.

The pink tight material really suited him well, his abs clearly visible and his biceps almost ripping the long sleeve on his arms.

"Do you think I'm a pretty princess?" He asked with a smile as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to himself.

"Mhm, not prettier than her tho." You laughed and pecked his lips before he pulled you into a kiss.

"Mom, can we get you one of these too?" She asked and you laughed down at her as Pedri did so too.

"I think that's a great idea honestly" Pedri looked back at you and you burst out laughing as you turned your gaze to Pedri again.

Him in that damn princess dress was something you could definitely not take serious.

"Mommy is being mean to me tho." Pedri then pulled away from you and went back to sit down in the middle of the room. Him and Isa were just holding a tea party.

"Why are you mean to dad?" She looked up at you and at the moment you couldn't explain it to her.

"She's just jealous of our dresses, now come and sit down." Pedri waved over Isa and you smiled a bit as you turned around and made your way to the bathroom inside of your room. You definitely need a shower after this long day.

After you were done showering you got dressed into your pj's and walked downstairs since you couldn't find neither Pedri or Isa on the upper level.

As soon as you entered the living room you smiled immediately. You found Pedri and Isa in front of the tv. Pedri changed back into a hoodie and joggers while Isa was still dressed as a princess. She was cuddled up to him and he had his arm around her. She fell asleep in his arm, however, he was awake, looking at the tv.

Pedri turned his head to look at you immediately. "I'll bring her upstairs and then I'll come back again. Don't fall asleep." He pointed at you with his finger before he pushed his arms below his daughter and carried her upstairs.

You sat down in the spot where Pedri was sat and pulled a blanket over yourself.

You looked at whatever was going on the tv, it was just some kids show, however you were too lazy to switch the channel.

Luckily only after 2 minutes, Pedri came downstairs again. A wide smile spread across his face as he sat down next to you and pulled you into a big hug.

"My god, I missed you so much." He whispered and kissed the top of your head.

"I missed you too," You paused for a second and he kissed you on the lips too. "What did you guys do today?"

Pedri's lips curled up into a smile immediately. You leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around you. "Well we had a tea party and we invited the girls over for some cookies we made." Pedri said sarcastically and you gave him a look. "Fine, we had a tea party, made cookies and pretended to feed those to her plushies."

You nodded your head and he kissed your temple. "Do you want to eat something? Work must have been tiring." He mumbled but you just shook your head. You were too tired to eat something.

"Are you sure? When was the last time you ate something?" He kept asking, at that point you were fighting to stay awake. His touch, his smell, the sound of his breathing and his voice were too comforting and tiring.

"Yesterday" You mumbled and he stood up immediately. You saw him walk into the kitchen and he came back just a few seconds later with a protein bar in his hand.

"Those are disgusting." You told him as soon as he sat down next to you again. He started to open the packaging.

"I know, open up." You opened your mouth as he asked you, then he broke off a piece and put it into your mouth. You started chewing on it while pulling a face.

"I'll make you some lunch tomorrow." Pedri looked at you chew on the rest of the protein bar while he pushed your hair out of your face. You hummed as a response and he then gave you a glass of water too.

"I forget to eat the whole time." You complained and leaned closer to pedri again. You cuddled up, closer to him to feel him by your side.

"Dont worry, it's just pretty stressful for you right now." Pedri kissed your forehead and you nodded. You both did thst whole watching the kids show thst wss on the tv.

"This is how you know we're getting old." You laughed out and he looked st you immediately. "We're watching a kids show even tho our kid isn't even near." You laughed slightly.

"We're only 25, oh my god, we're old." Pedri looked at you, a small laugh escaped your lips as you looked up at him.

"That's what I'm saying." You moved your hands up to his hair and started playing with it. Pedri looked at you while you pushed all of his hair into his face.

"When do you need to go back to practice?" You asked him, you knew that he got a few days off but you didn't know how long.

"I need to leave tomorrow around 6. I still need to pick up Gavi." Pedri kissed your temple and you turned your attention towards the tv again.

"Fuck, I need to work tomorrow. I start at 4." Pedri looked at you as you groaned and threw your head back.

"I already told you this amor" That made you look at Pedri. He stayed serious and looked directly into your eyes as you furrowed your eyebrows. "Quit your job, stay at home. You don't need to work, you know I make enough money."

"Yeah, I know you make enough money but I feel like I'll be bored staying at home the entire time." Pedri shook his head as he sunk deeper into the couch.

"Doesn't matter, come we'll go to sleep." You decided and stood up. Pedri groaned but then also stood up. You turned off the tv and started walking upstairs. Just as you wanted to walk into the bedroom the door to Isa's room opened. You and Pedri stood still and looked at her immediately.

"I'm scared." Tears were streaming down her little cheeks and Pedri immediately kneeled down to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked as you stood next to him and Isa looked up at you, turning her gaze from Pedri.

"I'm scared to sleep." She mumbled and you exhaled deeply.

"You wanna come and sleep with us?" She nodded her head and Pedri lifted her up and carried her to your shared bed.

Luckily it was big enough for the three of you, so as Pedri put her down on the bed you got on your side.

He walked over to the closet and pulled put some shorts for him to sleep in. You looked at him in the pitch dark as Isa cuddled up to you and you kissed her forehead.

Pedri took off his hoodie and you stared at him, to be honest, how could you not?

So as soon as he changed into the Barcelona shorts he also crawled into the bed and looked at Isa. Before he lied down he kissed her head and you on the lips.

"Goodnight" You yawned and he just smiled as he looked at you.

"Goodnight"

The next day you woke up at 10 am. The bed was empty and the sun was shining in through the blinds. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and then made your way downstairs. The house was empty and Noone to be seen anywhere.

Until you heard giggling coming from the pool. You looked out the huge glass windows and saw Pedri playing in the pool with Isa.

You smiled as you then made your way outside. The hot concrete burning your feet so you walked on the grass. Pedri turned to look into your direction and then looked at Isa.

"Look, mom woke up" He told her with a wide grin and she smiled immediately as she looked at you.

"Mom, you slept sooo long" Isa laughed as Pedri sat her down on the side kf the pool and she walked over to you. You sat down in the grass and she sat down in front of you.

"Why, how long have you two been awake?" You looked over at Pedri who was leaning onto the edge of the pool, his arms crossed above the edge.

You couldn't help but notice how fine he looked. The wet hair which was pushed back, the water on his biceps which looked even bigger when he crossed his arms.

"We got up at 6 am and watched the sunrise." She opened up her arms and then Pedri flashed you a smile.

"We wanted to let you sleep out, also, we made breakfast, theres some more in the kitchen." Pedri caught your gaze and you smiled as you kissed the top of your daughter's head while standing up.

"Thank you so much."

"No worries, I got you."

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 3 months

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Hiii

Can you write a one-shot about the idea that you cheated on dave mustaine and he found out? 💋

A/n: I don't know if you wanted this to end in smut or not but it's just angst, who doesn't love angst <3 I also left it at what may be an odd part so if you want a part two I can do that, just let me know what direction you want it to go in <3

Gimme your Dave asks bc every time I write one I’m reminded of how hot he is, it’ll be written between now and six months from now <3 /hj

Warnings: Angst, cheating, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Dave was always so distant. He was cold and never truly seemed to care about you, always putting music first.

You'd ask him to go out every now and then but were always left with an open answer, so you'd go out with your friends. You knew they could be encouraging in some... interesting ways, to say the least, but when you went out for a nice dinner you'd planned months in advance with them instead of Dave, heading out to a nearby bar and hooking up with some guy seemed ok.

You didn't think to much of it, it was one night with some random guy you'd never see again, Dave would never even know.

But then it wasn't just one night.

You found yourself going out, telling Dave you'd be with your friends but you'd be at the bar by yourself. Or rather, at the bar on some guy in the bathroom or a back alley somewhere.

This went for a few months. You promised yourself you'd stop but then Dave went on tour with Megadeth. He never called you. Never sent you anything. There was nothing from him and it infuriated you. So you got yourself all prettied up and went out to find guy of the night.

Dave wasn't home and wouldn't be for a while so you brought him back home to have your fun, and you did.

When you woke up he wasn't there, you figured he'd just gone home but when you went downstairs he was making breakfast. "Oh, no, why'd you come down? I was gonna bring it to you." He had said as he rushed over to you. Dave had never done anything like that.

Not recently.

Sure, maybe it wasn't a constant that he'd been cold and distant. He showed he loved you once upon a time, he'd buy you flowers, show you his favourite bands because he wanted you to like the same things he liked. He took you out to fancy dinners, bought you pretty dresses, did everything a good boyfriend should do.

But it all stopped at some point.

When this new guy started showering you in the attention you'd missed oh so dearly you had to keep it coming in some way.

You let him stay until Dave gave home, making him leave a few days in advance just incase you had the dates mixed up or Dave ended up coming back early. He treated you like a queen, making you food, worshipping your body, doing everything just right.

Doing everything the way Dave used to.

Then Dave came back and it was right back to that cold void walking through the halls of your home. You tried talking to him but he'd just grumble something and leave it there. It was pointless.

Weeks passed and you saw something about Dave change. One day he'd be an exact copy of what he used to be, the next he'd go right back to ignoring you.

You woke up one night alone in bed, odd since Dave was usually a heavy sleeper and never left the bed even if he did wake up.

You checked the time and saw it was past three. Worried, you decided to go looking for Dave.

You heard voices coming from the living room and went to investigate, finding Dave sitting on the couch and anxiously biting the skin around his nails as he stared at the TV.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you came up to him, sitting next to him on the couch. He didn't respond, didn't even look at you. His eyes stayed glued to the TV, a blank expression on his face. "Dave?" Again no response. You huffed and leaned against him, letting your eyes close since you were still tired.

"You cheated on me?" He asked. Your body tensed and your eyes shot open.

"Huh?" Is all you managed to get out.

"You cheated on me." He said, more of a statement now. "Your boyfriend called, asking if you were busy." You inhaled deeply and pulled away from him.

"Oh..."

"Oh?" He asked, finally tearing his gaze away from the TV to look at you. "Is that it?"

You shrugged. "What do you want me to say?"

Dave glared at you before shrugging, sighing before he spoke. "I don't know. Not that, I guess." He mumbled as he looked back to the TV. You reached for the remote and turned it off.

"What do we do now?" Dave said nothing. "Do you want me out?" Nothing. "Dave?" Silence.

You stared at him, waiting for an answer, a reaction. Anything. You wanted him to scream at you, yell at you for what you did, you wanted him to throw things and kick you out.

"Are you serious?" You demanded, all your anger over the past few months, over everything the two of you had been through, over everything he'd done to you, it all boiled up and burst at the surface. "Nothing, you're giving me nothing?"

He didn't even flinch as your voice raised. "I wanted attention! I wanted someone to love me and not care to show it! I wanted more than this cold fucker that showed up randomly and took the man I loved, what happened to him, huh? He let groupies fuck that right out of him? Drugs?"

You stood in front of him and pulled his hand away, the one that was holding his head up. "Answer me!"

Tears rolled down his cheeks though his expression remained the same. You didn't say anything and neither did he, he just kept his gaze forward as more tears fell from his eyes.

You huffed, hands falling to your sides in fists as you stormed off. You were about halfway up the stairs when Dave called out to you. "You love him?" He asked, not even bothering to look at you.

You turned back to him, taking a few steps down to him. "What?"

"I said," his voice was shaking as he spoke, "do you love him?"

You crossed your arms over your chest, eyes flickering around. "I don't know." You answered after a moment, honestly having no idea how you felt about it when you really thought about it.

Silence fell over you again before Dave broke it once more. "Does he treat you right?"

You chewed your cheek. "Better than you do."

"Better than I did?" You paused at that, sighing as you sat down on the steps.

"Better than you do." You repeated.

Dave looked up at you. "I never stopped loving you." He said, wiping his eyes.

"You stopped showing it." You mumbled, with the silence around you he could hear you.

"I was... terrified... for you, me... us." He said. "No one ever loved me like you."

You took in his words, the two of you maintaining eye contact as you thought about it. "Why'd you stop showing it?" You asked.

"I was scared." He said, you shook your head.

"That's not good enough, what did you want to happen?" Now it was Dave's turn to think.

He let out a heavy sigh. "This, I guess."

"You wanted a reason to get out." He paused before nodding. "I gave you one." He gave another nod "So... do you want me out?"

"No." He answered fast. Faster than you expected. Faster than he should've. "Stay, please."

You stood and walked back to him. You stopped in front of him. "What do we do now?" Dave thought for a moment before patting the spot beside him.

"We can fix this." He muttered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side.

"Should we..?" You didn't want to ask it but you knew you had to. Dave looked down at you, his eyes glassy and a small pout pulling at his lips.

"Please." His voice was no louder than a whisper. Suddenly he wasn't the man you'd known.

He wasn't the sweet guy that bought you flowers for your birthday or other special events or just when he thought of it, he wasn't the man you couldn't recognize as the one you loved who only spoke to you when he needed to. He was a kid who's mother couldn't love him over her religion, he was the kid who's brother-in-law beat him when he was listening to music.

He was innocent and pure and needed love.

Your wrapped your arms around him and pulled his head to your chest so he could cry. You wanted to tell him everything would be fine but you weren't sure it would be, so you just let him cry. And when he started apologizing for things he did and things he didn't you didn't interrupt him, you just forgave him. When he cried over his mom and his dad you let him.

When he cried all his tears and fell asleep against you, you let him. You pulled a blanket over the both of you and held him close, whispering nothing but love in his ears so he slept good even if just for one more night.

#megadeth angst #megadeth x reader #megadeth imagines #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine imagines #dave mustaine fanfiction #dave mustaine #dave mustaine angst #dave mustaine fluff #megadeth smut #dave mustaine smut

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Mason Mount (Manchester United) - The Silent Treatment

Requested: on tumblr

Prompts: reader and mason has an argument and Mason gets the silent treament

Warnings: cursing

"Can you just fuck off and leave me alone? Fuck sake. Just five minutes of peace! That's all I fucking want!" Mason shouted. Mason had been having a hard time with playing recently. He found himself in positions he didn't wanna to be in and was taking it out on himself...well that was up until the last few games. On this particular night, he let someone past him and that exact player scored from not being tackled and of course, Mason sat blaming himself. In an attempt to comfort her boyfriend, Y/n assured him in the car it wasn't his fault and then again when they got home, which resulted in this argument. "I- Mase, all I said was it wasn't your fault they scored. It happens sometimes-"

"Y/n! Leave me alone for fucks sake!" He screamed. Y/n looked dumbfounded at his rage-filled face in the kitchen. She was sick of this. Almost every week he had a game was like this since he moved club. "Fine. Fine! Sort it out yourself." Y/n replied, storming off to the guest bedroom and locking the door. As she lay in the bed, she sat silently hoping he would knock her door, but as the seconds ticked to minutes, and minutes to hours, the only thing she heard was Mason's heavy footsteps up the stairs and their bedroom door closing. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Did he not love her anymore? Was it just the pressure he was under? Regardless,that's no way to treat your girlfriend of four years and would deserve an apology at least. She found herself dozing in and out of sleep and before she knew it, it was morning.

She opened the door of the room where she spent the night and walked downstairs, boiling the kettle for a quick cup of coffee. Thankfully, she had a day off from work today, so she could catch up on the sleep she missed last night. Y/n heard gentle footsteps coming down the stairs. She didn't bother turning to look. She didn't want to. The footsteps stopped as he reached the kitchen door before carrying on, walking past her to the fridge. Her eyes followed him as he grabbed one of his pre-made smoothies and shook it, looking down at his phone in the other hand. "Morning." Mason mumbled. Y/n didn't reply. Instead, she simply made a noise that sounded like she said it back. No more words were shared. All Mason had done was say he'd see her later and then fled out the door to training and when he got home, it didn't get any better.

Y/n was putting away the shopping into the cupboards. Now usually, Mason would come and suffocate her with kisses and offer to help so they could sit together and watch the TV, but instead, he dropped his bag at the door, looked in to say a quick hello and then went upstairs to his games room. Y/n held back frustrated tears. What did she do to deserve this treatment from her boyfriend?

For the rest of her evening, she sat reading. Y/n usually didn't have time to read but given the recent circumstances, why shouldn't she? She heard the occasional laugh from upstairs from Mason, to which she paid no attention to. She had gone about half through her book when she heard Mason come down the stairs. When she looked up, she saw him in his hoodie and sweatpants, looking around bewildered. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but thought better and went back to reading. Mason walked around, checking through the drawers in the living room before he turned to Y/n, scratching the back of his head. "Erm, babe? Have you seen my spare controller? My other one is out of batteries." Nothing. He looked at her even more confused. "Y/n?" She didn't even look at him. He walked closer and knelt down beside her. "Babe? Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded and kept her poker face on but didn't bother looking at him.

"Oh come on, are we seriously doing this?!" Mason asked. She still remained silent and unphased. "Baby, please! I just need to know if you've seen my spare controller. The lads are waiting." Mason pleaded. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and flicked to the next page of her book. "Come on, I'll treat you if you tell me where it is." He offered in a sing-song tone. Still nothing, not even a smirk. "This is ridiculous. A fucking joke." Mason mumbled, standing up and walking off in a huff. He turned to see if she would react to the last remark but nothing. "Are you still caught up on last night?" Silence. "Y/n, babe. I'm sorry but you're being childish if you're ignoring me for wanting to be by myself." Y/n raised a brow, but didn't dare tear her eyes from her book. Gaslighting. Well played, Mount.

"Are we really not going to speak?" Y/n pulled a face and shook her head. "Fine. Be like that then!" He shouted, slamming the living room door behind him, making Y/n flinch. Her breath quickened. He was beyond mad with her. Was this the end for them? Could it even be salvaged at this stage? Before she could ask herself anymore questions, the door opened again and in walked Mason. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, baby. I'll never do that again." Mason apologised repeatedly, quickly pacing over to the couch and lying ontop of her and hugging her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" He said over and over. "It's okay, it's okay-" She repeated back. "No, I'll never do it again. I swear to you, I'll never do it again. I don't like it happening to me."

Y/n lifted his face up to look at her. He was lost in her eyes. "I promise I am sorry. I just can't take you not talking to me." He whispered. "Still need your control?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair. Mason shook his head and nuzzled his head into her chest. "I'm not leaving here. I missed it too much." Y/n let out a content sigh and reached for the control, switching over to the Champion's League and watching the match contently together.

#football #football blurbs #football imagines #masont mount imagines #mason mount imagines #money mase #mason mount imagine #mason mount

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httpsjeonglvr · 1 year

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Red-handed

Aged up miles morales x fem!reader

Chapter summary: You and Miles finally get a break from taking of your children and your jobs but unexpectedly you both get caught in the act by his friends.

Chapter warnings: You and miles get caught in the act,there are children mentioned,let me know if there is anything else

This was taken from my other account guys just so you guys know 👍🏾

It was a regular day. You woke up to the sun shining and an empty bed. You went to your kid's room and didn't see your son in the crib or your daughter.

You went downstairs to see them watching TV on Miles’ lap who was on his phone. You snatch your youngest off his lap making him smile.

"Hey baby you had a good morning with daddy?" You ask him kissing his nose. You gave birth to Chin-Sun, but everyone called her Sunny. A few years later you had Manny. They were both happy babies and were adored by everyone. You lean down kissing Miles. "Hey uh, babe, the guys are about to come to get Sunny and manny is that okay?" He asks

"Sure are they coming right now?" You ask. He nods as you motion for your daughter to follow you upstairs with Sunny following you to get them ready to spend a day with their uncles. It didn't take you long except for when you tried to do Sunny’s hair where she got fussy and started calling for Miles who came to her rescue. "Sunny!" Hobie called walking into the house and smiling at the two kids, Sunny ran down the stairs as you carried Manny downstairs smoothing his hair. Her face lights up reaching for her favorite uncle. "I want them back home before 10, you got that," Miles says

"She's 6 and he's 5 months Rin they're not 16!" Peter speaks up making everyone laugh. "I'm serious!" "Okay! They'll be home before 10" Miguel says as he grabs Manny’s baby bag and leaves. With the kids being gone you figured you'd get some cleaning done. You started with the main rooms like the bathrooms, Kitchen, and bedrooms.

Sunny had toys everywhere, with Miles spoiling her, he bought every toy she picked up in the store and bought it for her. But you couldn't talk much since you spoiled your baby boy with every toy and gave him food every time he begged for it.

You had checked and cleaned every room except for the living room where Miles was and he didn't show any signs of leaving. He had his feet up on the table. You were trying to vacuum but couldn't do it with him in the way. "Baby stop cleaning so much and come chill with me" He says as he grabs your arm. "I will once I finish," You tell him.

"No I want you to stop right now," he says with his voice full of demand. "Who are you talking to?" You ask as you turn the vacuum off. "My wife so sit the hell down,” He says. You ignore him and turn the vacuum back on and continue to clean. This makes him mad and he groans. As you get to where he is you sigh as you attempt to vacuum under the couch.

"Can you move?" You ask. "I don't know can my wife come to sit down with me?" He asks not taking his eyes off the tv. "Miles move, "You say rolling your eyes. "Make me," He says smirking

You roll your eyes turning the vacuum off. You march over to him and take his legs off the table. when you do he pulls you into his lap wrapping his arms around you. "Let me go," you say. "Make me," He says as he kisses your neck. "Miles let me go so I can finish cleaning-" He had found your sweet spot and now you were ice melting in his hands. Soon enough both of your clothes were on the floor leaving a mess you'd worry about later.

"I can't believe you forgot to get their food!" "You were the one that grabbed the bag" "You should have checked it before we pulled off!". Miles looks up seeing his friends in the kitchen. He rolls his eyes forgetting he gave them a key to his home for emergencies.

"Ya know what I won't take any more disrespect- what are you two doing?" Hobie asks as everyone directs their attention to the couch. "I was about to get laid until you guys barged in,” Miles says as you slap his chest. "Well we forgot their snacks,” Miguel says. "And you couldn't just buy some at the store?" You ask. "Why would we do that if she has food here?" Hobie asks while rolling his eyes adjusting the restless baby who was reaching for his snack and babbling.

"Anyway, We are gonna let you get back down to business," Miguel says pushing them out the door. "Please" Miles mumbles as they leave closing and locking the door "Now where were we?" He asks with that stupid smirk on his face. "I believe that we were at make me," You say pulling him back over your body.

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles 42 x reader #1610 miles x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #atsv x black reader #atsvxplussizedreader #atsv x y/n #mom reader #miles morales 1610 #miles molares #milesmoralesxplussizereader #ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳʲᵃᵉ🕸️

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cavinginhisfvce · 6 days

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Hidden Moments | Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley

a fic i started a long ass time ago, and posted a bit of on a different account, but now i want to actually finish it so!! here’s part one lmao

It started as simple ribbing, Jey had just wanted to get under Dominik's skin. He wanted to send a message that the offer to join The Judgement Day had never been more than a joke to him. The memes, the fanart. It was all meant to play into Jey not joining their merry band of emo wrestlers. He had no real feelings towards Rhea, he had no intentions of pursuing her, or taking her away from Dominik. It started as a joke, and it was meant to remain one.

That was weeks and weeks ago, Jey still wouldn't join The Judgement Day, he wanted nothing to do with the four of them. Especially Dom and Rhea.

Yet…Jey had let Rhea into his hotel room when she came knocking.

Just as he had two nights before, and almost a dozen more before that.

He knows he shouldn't have, he knows that the first time it happened could've been a mistake if it hadn't continued to happen.

Rhea doesn't give him the chance to deny her, not that he would. She's on him the moment the door clicks shut, and all thoughts of Dom are gone.

Her lips are soft, and she tastes like a tropical drink, that Jey knows the source of is the gum she chews. The flavor she started chewing when she found out it was his favorite.

He briefly wonders if Dominik has noticed she switched from minty gum, to fruity.

Rhea senses his distraction, and she isn't at all shy to deepen the kiss, or guide tattooed arms around her waist to ultimately be drawn in closer by.

Jey follows her lead, as he often does when they're in this situation, or ones similar. He loses himself in the kiss, hands trailing from Rhea's waist. Lower, and lower.

She hums her approval, though the sound is muffled by the sudden shrill of a phone. Her displeasure at being interrupted is obvious in the way she sucks her teeth and fishes for her phone with only one hand.

Once she has the device, the face of Dominik Mysterio flashes on the screen. Rhea tenses, but the hand in Jey's hair, the hand he has no recollection of how it got there, scratches gently at his scalp.

Clearing her throat, Rhea answers, her tone gives nothing away, even if she sounds slightly breathless,

"I'm a little busy, Dom-Dom. Is everything okay?"

Jey can't hear Dominik's reply, but Rhea frowns at whatever he says, nodding despite not being seen by the younger.

"I'll be back downstairs in a bit, can't it wait?"

Their eyes lock, and Rhea smiles at him.

It's a warm smile. Inviting. Unlike the smirks she wears on TV, this is a thing reserved for only a few. Jey knows as much, because he's seen her smile at Dominik, Damian and Finn similarly.

"We can come down now then, Dom. I wanted to actually ask him before dragging him with me, but if you're so eager…"

Jey's ears start ringing with the uncertainty that courses through him at her words.

His confusion must show on his face, because Rhea is cupping his cheek and nodding lightly.

What she's nodding at, he doesn't know. All he knows is he feels slightly sick, and like the earth was just upended in front of him.

Before long, Rhea is hanging up the phone and drawing his attention back to her.

"I'll be straightforward, because you look like you're about to throw up, baby."

"Don' call me that right now…" He curses himself for how weak his voice comes out.

Logically, Jey knew this thing with Rhea was merely sex, even if she looked at him like she could truly love him. Like she could want him in a way that was more than blowing off steam.

Sometimes they'd embrace after everything was done, and she'd tell him about her day, mindlessly tracing his tattoos and leaving kisses along his bare skin.

Those intimate moments usually went unbroken for hours before Rhea would have to sneak away once more.

It never dawned on him just how much his time with her meant to him, or how much he'd grown to rely on her presence. He hadn't realized he'd caught feelings for her.

Not that any of it would ever matter.

"Hey, come back to me, Sweet Face. I can explain, just let me, yeah?"

Her accent is thicker than usual, her bare face giving away the emotions she tries so hard to mask in the public.

Jey nods his head, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he does.

"I've wanted to tell you for a bit, but Dom is getting suspicious about us…he thinks I’m working to get you to join us." She pauses, pursing her lips.

"He had no idea what’s happening with us, and I’d prefer it to stay that way. For now at least.”

She holds his gaze, her makeup free eyes somehow more intense.

"Dominik will only drop his suspicions if…” She trails off, her fingers toying with the ends of her hair.

Jey is holding his breath at this point, his brain effectively overloaded with information, and his heart with unidentifiable emotions.

"You join us, for just a few days. Nothing official, nothing with a paper trail. He just wants to spend actual time with you, he wants you to become friends. And I know that sounds weird, but it's what he wants."

Breathing out a soft sigh, he shakes his head, his lips curling into a small snarl.

“Is that what this has all been about, Rhea? You wanted to manipulate me into joining y’all’s merry little band of misfits?”

Almost immediately Rhea is denying the accusation, her eyes squinting as she glances at the man she’s grown more than fond of these past few weeks.

“Baby…Jey, that isn’t the truth at all! I’d be happy to remain in our bubble like this, without the rest of them interfering, but Dom won’t drop his concerns, I’ve tried for weeks.”

Jey is silent for a beat, it’s almost deafening to Rhea, it makes her stomach churn with discomfort. It feels too real. It being the chance she could lose Jey, and lose his beautiful personality. His smile, the one reserved for moments between him and her. It’s suffocating in a way she never could have imagined, and each passing moment, it seems like Jey may truly cut ties with her. Leave her. It shouldn’t hurt her feelings as much as it does, but…she can feel the tears stinging at her waterline, her breathing hitching.

Before the first tear can slip down milky skin, Jey is reaching up and cupping her cheek, and despite her worries, she leans into the warmth of his touch; sighing lightly.

“Okay.”

Her eyes are widening at the simple word, her fingers loosely curling around his wrist.

“Wait, really?”

Jey, holding her gaze, nods his head once, his determination evident.

“Yeah, really. This ain’t long term though, Rhea. I’m doing this to be with you. Not for anyone or anything else.”

It makes her cheeks flush red, to hear him admit that so freely. She can’t help but to pull him into a deep kiss, hoping the press of lips can convey everything her words fail to.

They stay entwined for a moment longer, before Jey is reluctantly pulling away, his hands though, is wrapped firmly around hers.

“Ight, let’s get this over with, Mamas.”

Rhea and him share one final, meaningful glance, before they’re making their way to The Judgement Day’s shared hotel room.

It was now or never.

#jey uso #rhea ripley #jey uso x rhea ripley #jhea #damian priest #dominik mysterio #angst #jhea fanfiction #infedility #cheating #emotional affair #physical affair #jhea angst and fluff

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scenteddelusion5 · 7 months

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"Two households, both unalike in dignity, In our unsightly hell, where we lay our scene," PART 3

Vox x gn reader (Alastor's child)

Note: sorry for the rickroll guys, I promise I won't do it again. It's a little shorter but I really wanted it to end where it did because dread. Part 4 will be around the same length as 1 and 2. Also for anyone wondering this takes place before Alastor's 7 years abscence. It's not canon compliant anyway but this does give you a bit of a timeline.

Word count: 2784

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

After thinking about it Y/n had reluctantly agreed to start 'dating', even thinking of it made them want to smash their head into the wall. And of course their father had already heard about, probably from Rosie or, even more likely, Paris himself. Alastor wouldn't shut up about it and they had to just nod along. This did mean, however, that Y/n was able to use this as a cover up for when they were hanging out with Vox, which is exactly what they did the day after.

Y/n had put on a big jacket, covering their fancy fit, and rushed out the door while rambling about meeting with Paris. Alastor just let them go, only asking for them to be back by ten.

"Hey Vox!" Y/n jumped in to give the man a big hug, getting a strong whiff of his cologne.

"You look dazzling tonight love." He kissed their hand. "I hope you'll like this place, I know it's not of your usual tastes."

"Oh, don't worry about it."

The night went well, the two love birds laughed and cried and gazed into each other's eyes in their private booth.

"You know, I thought it was very sweet you tried to eat demon for me. I was always scared that most people would think it was a dealbreaker."

" I mean I don't mind it but next time we'll go to a restaurant where they have options for the both of us." Vox laughed. "I don't find it a deal breakers, you shouldn't be scared. Besides aren't there a bunch of bachelors in Cannibal Town, like Paris."

"Don't remind me," they sighed, "Vox I... uhm I need to tell you something." Y/n thought back on yesterday, when they smiled in front of their father only to ball their eyes out in their room. "Something happened yesterday with Paris and... Just promise you won't do anything reckless."

"I promise." The TV Demon stared into their eyes with worry. So many thoughts about what this fucker could've done to them swirled through his head.

And so Y/n told him everything; the blackmailing, Paris' smug face, how he practically was an annoying Radio Demon fan wannabe and worst of all Alastor's positive reaction to the news.

"I know I lied to him... I-I know I tried to hide it from him, but somewhere deep down I hoped he would realise I was lying, that it was a facade." They cried. "I'm so selfish, aren't I?"

"Dearie, you aren't. And evening you were, this is hell, so who cares?" Vox tried to console them. "But if this bothers you so much, maybe we should tell him?"

"NO!" They yelled " He will KILL you."

"Alright... We'll find a solution, I promise."

The rest of the night went relatively well. They were able to joke around again. When Vox was walking them back, they complained that their feet hurt, so he swiftly picked them up. Y/n's face was buried in his neck while he held them close.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

When Y/n got home, they looked through their bookcase looking for a certain story. It wasn't there, they checked once more, then again, one last time... And nothing. They walked downstairs and saw Alastor sitting in the kitchen preparing for his next broadcast.

"Hey dad? Have you seen one of my books, it's called Demio and Cannette?" They asked.

"Hmmm, yes I did," he answered, "I didn't think that book was appropriate for you, so I got rid of it."

"What? WHY? You've never checked them before? Why all of a sudden..."

"I know you got the fairytale idea of 'falling in love' with my rival from that wretched story." Alastor stood up from his seat and came over to them. "But you don't need it anymore. You're now with a civilized man and I don't want you to change your mind because you are being influenced by frivolous stories. Speaking of Paris, how was your date?"

"Oh, it went well." They lied. "Don't just switch to a different topic! I STILL want my book back!"

"Not happening."

"YES IT Į̷͙̫̲̣̼̠̹̼̟͑̃̀̾̇̚͘͠S̵̻̪̠̔!!!" Y/n yelled back.

"You can throw a tantrum all you want, you aren't getting it back." His antlers grew. "I WILL do A̸͓̦̿̓̆N̶̻͑Y̶͚̅̓̄̕T̸͙̫͕̥̎͝H̴͈̙̘̮̋̕Î̷͊ͅṊ̵̪͖͕̆̅͒̄G̵̠̯͉͛̄͊ to protect you. Even if you disagree, U̶̢͚͚̲͕̎̇͂͝Ń̶̟͖̥̪̙̿̀͜D̴̹̯̩͓͘͜E̷̟̔̚R̷̬̫̜͛̋̒͗̕S̷͎̺͉͕̥̼̐͆̌̈T̴͇͓̠͈͈͐͆̒̂A̵̳̘̮̩͛̌̄̉N̷͇͚̻̥͖̂̌̇͗͋ͅD̸̡̺̀̔ ?"

"I... I understand." They walked back up the stairs, their head down.

Alastor sighed. He didn't like speaking at his child like that but it was necessary. They needed this, he needed to protect them.

A week and a half went by, on some days Y/n secretly met up with Vox while on others they were forced to meet with Paris. Their 'dates' got more and more uncomfortable. Paris got more daring and daring, he even tried to kiss them once, Y/n quickly shut that down, still they couldn't keep him away forever, he might get sick of their unwillingness and spill the beans.

Y/n and Alastor hadn't talked much since their little fight.... They had never had fights before and now they seem to have become a regularity.

Vox had noticed a difference in them and one day, late in the night, while the two were facetiming, he mustered up the confidence to ask what's wrong.

"Love, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself for a while."

Tears filled their eyes. "I had a fight with dad, he... I don't think he would ever except us..."

"Love, you know that I'm not the biggest fan of your dad but he does care a lot about you. I'm sure once he sees that I truly love you, he'll be fine with it."

"I don't think so... He is just to overprotective, since... I died. It was my fault, I was being stupid reckless and was killed. Before I knew it dad was down here with me and took care of me, sheltered me." Their tears fell down onto their bed. "He cares too much, he won't hesitate to get rid of you to protect me."

"Fine, but just know, I can protect myself against that old fuck!"

"I'll just have to take your word for it," they laughed.

"How about we go to that old school pub around the corner tomorrow?" His speakers started playing a nice tune from their time. "I can show you my dance moves."

"Ughh!! I can't, I have a dinner with me, dad and that asshole!" They complained. "I wish I could come! We're going to that restaurant we went to back then? What was it called again?"

"Heartie's, I will never forget that place."

The two continued to talk into the night. Little did they know, someone eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Heartie's huh?" Valentino held up his gun, loading it with angelic bullets. "Once that bitch is gone, he'll shake out of this and then we'll take out the Radio Demon together."

Y/n was looking through their gallery. Modern phones were so intriguing, those little devices could hold hundreds upon hundreds of pictures. Most of theirs were of Vox or them both, a few were of hell's scenery. Their favourite was by far a certain picture with the two of them. They were hanging out at Vox's place, he introduced them to Vark, his pet shark, and ended up watching a movie. Y/n could still remember the warmth they felled cuddling up, the smell of the pyjama-shirt they borrowed from Vox, everything was amazing.

That's when a knock came from the door. Y/n quickly shoved their phone in their pocket.

"Fawn, it's me." Alastor opened the door. "I know we haven't talked much since our little... disagreement but please put that aside for now. We have a guest, please come down."

Waiting downstairs was Paris, of course. They wanted to groan but kept their in a smile.

“I was wondering if I could take you on a late-night stroll?”

Y/n took his hands and left the house with him.

“What do you want to talk about?” Their voice was direct.

“You really don’t do small talk do you?” Paris quipped.

They looked to the side. “Only with people I don’t like.”

“Hah! Yeah, you’re going to have to learn how to like me. You see, I know it’s been only been a week but I think we are both ready to tie the knot.” He pulled out a little box. “I mean, can you imagine? Me being the official son-in-law of the Radio Demon?”

“What?” Y/n’s ears pulled back. “What makes you think I will EVER marry you?”

“It’s simple, you don’t want that box to die.” A disgustingly smug smile decorated his face “One wrong move and his fate will be sealed.”

“I-I..”

“One more thing.” He put his hand in their pocket and pulled out their gifted phone. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”

“H̵̱̱̖͛́͛Ḙ̵̯̖̭́̆̅̕Ỷ̶̨͚̣̮̆̅͠!̸̦̜̜͈͖͆̆ ̷̯̈́T̵̨̹̙̻̤̎̈́̂́Ḫ̶̦̥̃Ă̷̙̯̐̑͝T̷̳̝̆̑̕’̷̹̠͔̈͋̏̆S̸͉͚̊̒̊͐̕ ̷̡̧̲̹͒̊̚M̶̭͔̳̣̈͆̌I̷͕͉̬͚͖͠N̸̟̾̄͋͊È̵̛̟̬͖͉̦!!!" Y/n’s eyes glowed, their stature grew and a they scowled.

“Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, think about your paramour.” With one squeeze the thing crumbled up. As he let go, the now destroyed, device fell on the forest floor.

Vox was pacing around his apartment. He was contemplating going to the restaurant too, just to keep an eye on them.... But Alastor would recognize him. What to do? What to do?

That's when a call popped up on his screen. At first he got excited thinking Y/n might be calling him again but when he swiped it over to one of his set-up screens, he realised it was Velvette.

"Velvette, what do you want? I'm busy."

"Busy my ass! The only thing you've been doing the last two weeks is fawning over them." She held up her middle finger as if that'll prove her point. "I've been picking up YOUR slack, you piece of shit!"

"And that's why I've decided to send you out for a nice dinner tomorrow with all your friends. How about it?"

"This isn't some kind of trick is it?"

"Of course not." Vox's left eye took over most of his screen, circles spiralled his Z-shaped iris. "Just accept."

"Fine, but you NEED to get to work again. All this work has been driving me crazy and Val is doing jack shit." Her eyes drifted to something off-screen. "WHAT THE FUCK! Put that down you worthless BITCH!" She quickly left the call to deal with whatever was going on.

It's true that Vox had been somewhat slacking since meeting them, but can he be blamed? Anyone would if they were THIS head over heels for someone. He pulled up his digital to-do list. He wanted to try to get everything done by tomorrow, this way if something were to happen at the restaurant he'd be available and ready. So he dove into his documents and blueprints.

Vox looked over the different product proposals from his team, when one of them caught his eye.

The Voxle E-reader A VoxTech take on the older, popular kindl E-readers. A market VoxTech hasn't tapped yet and is overdue for a new revolutionary product.

The proposal came from a newer employee, whom Vox had already been considering demoting. The young demon barely brough anything to the table and an E-reader? It's true VoxTech never brought one out but it wasn't necessary, people could already use their V-pads which had many more uses. Besides, this is hell, how many demons actually read? Only those of higher status and they prefer paper books, like Y/n. Like Y/n... Would they like one? Before he could really think about it, he put the proposal in the approved pile. He couldn't wait to gift it to them.

Vox continued on working late into the night. He was so concentrate, the overlord didn't even notice he hadn't gotten any messages from his lover.

Morning came around and with that the dreaded day. The day went by like a blur for Y/n, eating, showering, reading, changing. They felt numb. This was happening, in a few hours they would be engaged to a slimy, shoe-licking bitch and there is nothing they could do about it. They couldn't even complain to their actual lover, their Vox. For the first time since dying, it actually felt like they were in hell.

They wore a beautiful green attire that showed their little deer tail with a matching hat they got from Cannibal Town. Walking downstairs, Alastor was waiting on them. He was wearing a fancier suit than usual.

"Y/n, I apologize for my role in our dispute." His apology was diplomatic and stiff, anything but sincere.

"Start actually meaning it and I might actually forgive you." They walked past him out the door.

Both Rosie and Paris were waiting outside. The whole way there was awkward. Y/n refused to talk with Alastor.

"Why don't you two head inside already?" Rosie shoved Paris and them towards the doors of the familiar establishment. "I want to talk to my dear old Alastor over here." Once the two were out of earshot she began, "So Al, what's going on?"

"There is nothing to worry about, Rosie. Me and Y/n simple had a bit of a disagreement nine days ago, nothing for you to worry about."

"You two never have fights, especially not those that last THIS long." She moved to stand closer to him. "And you're hating it. I see right through that smile of yours."

"I just, miss my little fawn... Ever since that wretched party, they seem to hate me..." For once in a decennia his ears fell back. "And they're hiding something from me, I know it! And it's troubling them, but Y/n refuses to come to me."

"Well... Maybe they're scared for your reaction. You can be a bit... Much when it comes to them. How about this? After dinner we'll have a good talk and lay everything on the table."

"Why not? Now after you." He opened the door for Rosie and followed suit. "Let's get to our table, I haven't been this hungry since the time my hunting rifle broke, hahaha."

Vox woke up on his desk, he had fallen asleep with papers and pen in hand. Looking at his computer it was late in the morning. His deer must have been worried about him since he hadn't texted them all morning, right? Right?

No, not a single text from them. They must have been nervous for the dinner.... But usually when they were nervous they would come to him for comfort. He was just being paranoid, just paranoid little Vox. It was just new for him not to have control over someone, the other two Vees often called him a control freak with how he hypnotised used his hypnotism powers...

Maybe he should've used it on Y/n after all? NO! he shoulder think like that! They were his partner, his equal.

He picked up his phone and messaged them:

Hey love! How are you? I know this day is stressful for you

No, answer. Y/n didn't even receive it. What was going on?

"Vox!" Velvette walked into his office. "I'm going to go get ready with the girls, don't forget to pick us up at the salon!"

"Don’t worry about it, I'll have it handled." He said smugly.

"You better! So make sure you don't fall asleep on your work again!"

Velvette took her leave again while Vox looked over everything he still needed to do. It was a LOT. So much he forgot all about his previous paranoia.

"So they're going to be at this restaurant?" An unknown voice asked.

"Yes, there're probably going to be one or two overlords with them," Valentino answered, "just get that whore and get out of there."

"Got it, don't worry. This isn't the first time I've dealt powerful demons."

Velvette and her girl friends had enjoyed their day at the salon and got picked up by Vox. The limo was fancier than usual, she guessed that he must've really felt bad for the slacking. Not surprising considering how much of a workaholic he was. She guessed wrong though, she guessed very wrong.

"Vox, what the FUCK are we doing back here?" She shoved her middle finger in his face. "This is about Y/n, isn't it?"

"Well, yes." Vox smiled. "Please Velvette, Y/n got a dinner with that Cannibal. They were really nervous about it, but the Radio fucker would notice me too fast."

"Fine, but you OWE me! GOT IT!!"

"Got it, whatever you want."

"Come on girls, we're getting dinner." She begrudgingly made her way inside.

Vox stepped back into the car just in time, because when he was on his way back, he saw them walking by. Y/n looked beautiful. How he wished he could be there.

Part 4

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Give In(Miguel o’Hara)

INTRO: You were happy to see your dad’s best friend, Miguel. You were home from college and haven’t seen him in months. Your dad invited everyone over for a cookout, and made it optional for people to wear their swimsuits or not. You’ve been trying to fight your sexual urges for Miguel for a whileee, but neither can he.

warnings: SMUT, 18+, language/ swearing, choking, degrading, slapping, Miguel being hot, spanking, size kink, seduction??, neck biting/nibbling, fingering, eating pussy, full nelson, humiliation, Miguel being VERY rough, dirty talk, and body worship.

PAIRING: dbf!miguel and female!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.5K-4.6K I GOT CARRIED AWAY<3

P.S: the readers skin is NOT mentioned.

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It was one of those beautiful, shiny, and hot days in Houston, TX. Your dad owned a huge business, and even had a house that was almost as big as a mansion. Your dad really came a long way to do the best for himself, but you more, of course. Your dad always worked hard for you. He always wanted the best for you, he loves everything you’ve done so far ,and how much you’ve accomplished in your life, including college and working for what you want in life. Not to brag, but, Your guy’s house was incredibly beautiful. You had a huge outdoor pool and a nice patio. Huge Hawaiian palm trees inside your inclosed gates, 4-5 bedrooms, 2-3 bathrooms, even a workout room that was located downstairs.

You were incredibly proud of what your dad has sacrificed for you and how successful he was becoming. You couldn’t ask for a better dad. While it was turning 2:00 in the afternoon, you were sliding your pretty swimsuit on, adding any makeup you wanted on, and making sure you looked your sexiest and prettiest. You texted your friends to start heading over, as your dad had already invited his friends over from his job. You of course knew there were gonna be lots of people around, so you put on a long cover up over your shoulders, still showing off your swimsuit. You still looked beautiful.

While heading downstairs, you noticed that there was a bunch of food and fruits on the table. Damn, your dad really went all out on this feast, huh?

“There’s my pretty girl!” You hear a voice say. You look over to your side and see your dad, holding a Shish Kabob in his left hand and holding his right arm out, pulling you into a hug.” Hi, sweetie.” He says happily.

“Hi, daddy!” You hug him back while smiling, pulling away and looking at looking up at him. “ How did you sleep, last night?” You ask him.

Your dad shrugs before answering.” You know.” He drags.” I stayed up for a little, maybe until 3:00 AM, prepping some of the food, then passed out when I got upstairs.” Your dad says, laughing and taking a bite of the Shish Kabob.

“Aw, dad. You didn’t have to stay up that late. I could’ve helped!” You say, putting a hand on your hip.

“Oh no.” He smiles.” That’s ok, sweetie. I don’t want you stressin’ or rushing around like I was.” Your dad says, finishing off his piece and throwing it away and grabbing another.

“If you say so.” You laugh.

Your dad smiles at you before speaking again,

“You look nice today , hun.” He smiles and slides his slippers back on his feet.” Very pretty.” He finishes.

“Aw, dad!” You laugh and look back at him.” Thank you..” You smile again.”You’re the one who showed me how to do my own makeup and gave me so much confidence while growing up..” You say, looking at your dad with a soft smile.

“I try my best, Hun.” Your dad says before grabbing a plate of sausage and hotdogs , and in his other hand, carrying a plate of many different fruits.” Can you do me a favor, sweetie? Carry that plate and follow me outside.” He says, walking toward the back door in the kitchen.

“Yea!” You nod your head, shoving a piece of cooked chicken into your mouth and grabbing the plate full of fettuccine pasta in your hand, following your dad outside.

Sure, it was people inside your guys house who were chatting, and watching tv etc . But it was so many people outside too. Your uncles and aunts, even some of your dads old friends from a job he use to work at. You even notice your friends at a table drinking wine.

While setting the plate of pasta down on the food tray outside, you look over and your jaw could almost drop to the floor. It was Miguel. You haven’t seen him in months, but it felt like centuries. He was looked good as fuck. He was wearing a skin tight white t-shirt with blue trunk shorts and some white flip flops on. His brown hair was pulled back with few strands hanging on the sides. As you observed him more, you noticed how much bigger he got. He was so ho-

“Damn you look so sexy, mama!” Your desired thoughts about Miguel were interrupted. It was your friend, Iman, speaking to you.

“Oh my gosh!” You say, gasping and looking at her swimsuit.” Me? You look like a fucking model!” You say, hugging your friend and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Girl, I missed you so much.” Your friend Iman says, grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the table where the rest of your friends are.” Come here, I want you to meet my girlfriend!” She says.

“Ok!” You say excitingly, following Iman and greeting all of your other friends and meeting her girlfriend.

You decide to take your cover up off, showing off your swimsuit.

“Oh my goodness your swimsuit is so pretty on you!”

“You look Beautiful.”

“Damn, you’re so gorgeous.”

All these compliments you were getting really boosted your confidence up more, smiling to yourself and feeling really good about yourself. You looked good as hell.

You were a little nervous to meet Iman’s new girlfriend, because the last one wasn’t as nice. You were hoping this next girl was an improvement.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you.” You smile at her girlfriend, holding out your hand out for her to shake.

She just stares at you and laughs, sizing you up. Tf was this girl on?

You raise an eyebrow at the girl and Iman speaks up,

“Babe, don’t be like that!” Iman says, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend .” She’s a little nervous, is all.” Iman smiles at you.

“Hmm.” You nod a little and squint your eyes at the girl, brushing off the weird energy.” I’m gonna go find my dad! Have fun you guys. I’ll be back soon.” You smile and nod off to your friends.

“Ok, girl. I’ll talk some sense into her!” Iman laughs.

You nod and laugh to yourself before walking off.

The was awkward. You think to yourself.

As you were searching for your dad outside, you couldn’t find him anywhere. So you decided to look for him inside. You spot your dad leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of beer in his hand, chatting with someone.

You walk closer to your dad and he notices you, he smiles and sits up.” Hi honey! Look who I found.” Your dad says and nods his head over across the table. You wonder who it could be. As your eyebrow was raised, you looked across from your dad and notice it’s Miguel. He was standing up against the fridge and also, holding a cup of beer in his hand, He looked so good and tall. You gasp and immediately run over to him.

“Aw! Hi, sweetie!” Miguel says, laughing and setting his cup of beer down and opening his arms for you. You wrap your arms around his lower waist and close your eyes, smiling widely and not wanting to let go.” Someone missed me, huh?” He says and hugs you back, Miguel cracking a smirk, which is very rare.

“Oh!” Your dad starts.” She’s been bragging and talking about you ever since she’s got back from school!” Your dad laughs and watches you both, smiling.

“Dad!” You snap at him, opening your eyes and feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh, is that right?” Miguel questions, still hugging you and smirking.” You’ve grown so much!” He finishes.

“Hasn’t she!?” Your dad says, also shocked and agreeing.

“It’s so good to see you!” You pull away from the hug, looking up at Miguel with a soft smile on your face. “I haven’t seen you in so long! It’s been like..What? 10 years?” You joke, making Miguel laugh and shake his head.

“Trust me, it wouldn’t be that long. I wouldn’t be able to make it without seeing you.” Miguel says, picking up his cup and drinking some more beer.

“I’ll leave you two at it. I’ll be outside.”Your dad says, smiling at you both before walking off and stopping to look at you both.” You’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?” Your dad questions Miguel, smiling.

“Of course, No worries.” Miguel says, nodding his head at your dad.” I’ll make sure she’s being a good girl.” He says.

“Good!” You dad smiles before walking off outside.

What the fuck? Was he trying to get you riled up? How dare he say that? In front of your dad, especially?

“So, how was college? Meet any cute boys? Or girls?” Miguel smirks, taking another snip of his drink and setting it down, his attention all of you while his arms are folded. Looking down at you. Damn, he’s so tall.

You think for a minute before answering,

“Maybe..” You say, looking down and playing with the tip of your fingers. You were lying. You just wanted to see his reaction.

“Oh yea?” He says.” What’s their name?” He knew you were lying.

“Uhm..”You start.” His name is Michael.”You lie. Out of all the names? Really?

He raises an eyebrow and stares down at you still.” Mike, huh?” He steps a little closer to you.” What’s his last name? What does he do for a living? What’s his major? What does he want to be in life?” He asks you, laughing.

“H-he uhm..” You say.” He wants to be a engineer..” You say, still lying.

He wasn’t buying your shit. Not one bit.

“That wasn’t my first question.” Miguel says softly while he folds his arms and still looks down at you.

“Y-yea it was!” You argue back.

Just shut up.

Miguel scoffs and looks at you, lifting your chin up with his two fingers.

“If you were listening..you should’ve known that I asked what his last name was..” He keeps eye contact with you.” So what is it?” He backs up and leads back against the fridge.

“Does this kid even fucking exist?”

“What does he do?”

“Is he good looking, like me?”

“Why aren’t you answering my questions hm? You’re a smart girl.”

He started asking all these random questions that you couldn’t keep up with. You decided that you weren’t going to let this up , you wanted to storm off like a little kid who didn’t get a ps3 for their birthday. You hated the way he was questioning you. To be honest, you shouldn’t have lied in the first place. Right?

“I don’t need to tell you anything..”You laugh nervously, rolling your eyes and beginning to storm off and he grabs your arm.

“Where you going,? I just wanted to know more about this ‘Michael’ guy.” He laughs and looks down at you, a little closer this time.

He bends down to your ear level and smirks before speaking,

“He doesn’t even fucking exist, does he?” Miguel speaks harshly in your ear.” You think lying to me is cute, don’t you?” He questions you more.

“N-no”You stutter over your words, feeling stupid.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He says, clenching his jaw and siting up from his position, being bent down to your ear level.

“Now go have fun!” Miguel says with a soft smirk on his face, looking down at you.” I’ll be out in a second!” He says to you.

How did his demeanor change so fast? This man has got to be crazy, right? He just went from intimidating you to being a sweetheart? How?

You stare at him for a minute and nod your head, having no words for the situation that just happened.

“Atta girl.” Miguel says as you walk out, watching your hips sway side to side.

You clench your jaw at the name and sigh to yourself. You couldn’t deny that the bottoms of your swimsuit were getting slightly wet by the way he was talking to you.

“I’ll show him.” You say to yourself, walking out the back door and closing it slightly behind you so no bugs could get in.

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Time flew by really quick, it was nearing 8 o’clock PM. Your friends and a few of your dads buddies were still there, including Miguel. Oh great.

After chatting with your dad for a few, You began waking over to your friend table and saw that it’s only Iman and another friend of yours is there. Her girlfriend and others friends must’ve left earlier.

“Hey, pretty! I was just going to find you!” Iman smiles and looks at you.” We needa take some photos before we leave.” She motions to her and the other friend of yours.

“Of course!” You smile. While walking over by the pool, you noticed Miguel standing and chatting with your dad and few other of his close buddies. Your dads back was facing you so he couldn’t see your way, but Miguel sure could.

“We look good as fuck” Iman says, holding her phone up with the 3 of you in the photo.

“Of course”You laugh and pose in the photo, slightly pulling your swimsuit up so your ass shows a little more.

While taking the photo with your girls, you noticed how Miguel was watching the three of you, especially you. He was now sat in a chair, leaning back and having one arm lay over his crotch area. His stare was intense.

“I’m gonna post that one!” Iman says.

“Make sure you tag me.” You say ,smirking and walking off to the table full of fruits.

You know Miguel is watching you and your every step. You on purposely bend down and grab a sliced up apple, dipping it into apple sauce, you look back at him and gently lick around the sliced apple with the sauce on the tip of it. Plunging it into your mouth and seductively chewing on it.

Whilst standing back up and licking the apple sauce residue off your fingers, you noticed how Miguel was gone after a split second.

“You really are trying to get me riled up huh, Cariño?.” You hear a voice say, looking over and seeing Miguel. “Eatin’ that fuckin’ apple like that..”He says, clenching his jaw and looking at you.

“Aww, I thought you might’ve liked that.” You say, smirking and grabbing another apple, sliding it into your mouth and chewing on it slowly while looking at him.

He just stares at you for a moment.

You wonder what he must be thinking.

“So..”You begin.” I see you’ve gotten taller..”You smirk while keeping eye contact with him.” And bigger..” You tease at him.

“Oh yea?” He questions you.” You know I’ve always been this big, hun. Just decided to work out more and strengthen myself.” Miguel says blandly.

“You like how big I am, don’t you?” He smirks while looking at him.

“I don’t actually..”You lie and shrug to yourself.

“Yeah? So you wouldn’t mind it if I did this then, would you?” He walks over to you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You almost screamed as he threw you over his shoulder. He laughed to himself and shook his head.” Quit movin’ around so much, girl” He says, taking you upstairs.

“Put me down, where the hell are you taking me?!” You protest while hitting his muscular back.

“You’ll see..”Miguel laughs to himself, walking up your carpet steps and heading to your bedroom that was down the hall. He opens up your bedroom door and shuts it behind him, locking it.

He walks over to your bed and throws you onto your soft sheets. Making you immediately sit up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! How dare you carry me like that. Someone could’ve saw us, Miguel!” You say and fold your arms, looking up at him.

“But they didn’t, did they?” Miguel looks at you and walks over to you.

You shake your head while looking down, avoiding his eye contact.

“That’s what I thought.” He says and lifts your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt yourself getting wetter and hotter as his thumb ran against your lip, his eye contact being to intense to take.

“You’re so disgusting..”He says and grabs you by the neck, shoving you against the wall.

“I-i didn’t do anything” You protest innocently.

“You know what you fucking did..”He hisses.” Outside a little while ago, pullin’ up that tiny little swimsuit and showing off that gorgeous ass of yours, yea?” His hand begins to trail down your thigh, his other resting against your neck.

“M-mmm!”You whimper out.” I thought you wanted to see a little naughty side of me”You say, biting your lip as his hand begins choking you harder than before.

“Oh yea? You trynna make me hard as a fucking rock..”His scary eyes glare into your pretty and soft ones.” He sizes you up in a disgusted way.” I see the way you look at me..the way you wear these short little swimsuits when I’m around..”He says and chokes you harder, making you gasp.

“P-please..”You whimper and look up at him with soft and innocent eyes. That always worked. Didn’t it?

He scoffs at you and releases his hand from your neck, still looking at you.

“That innocent shit isn’t gonna work on me, girl. I’m not that stupid..”Miguel says and grabs you by the arm, shoving you back onto the bed.

You just loved getting tossed around like this. He was so hot.

“Your dad told me about the little crush you had on me for years..”He laughs and begins sliding his shirt off, throwing it to the side. “I just laughed it off..Gosh you’re so cute..I wanted you for so long, Princesa.” He bites his lip and grabs your legs, pulling you the end of the bed and looking at you.

You couldn’t lie, you were shocked to hear that your dad told him about the little crush. But it was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? You always talked about him, bragged about him, and always missed him.

“You’re so hot..how could I not have a crush on a man like you?”You say seductively, looking up at him.

“You really want this hm, sweetie?” He questions .” What would your dad think if saw us huh? His slut of a daughter on her knees for an older man, his best friend?” He questions and begins opening your legs, kneeling.

“Heh , he would be so furious hm?” He says, grabbing the hem of your swim bottoms and rips them off of you, throwing them to the side.” Those tiny little fucking bottoms..”He opens your legs more and looks up at you.

“Mhm!”You nod your head and bite your lip, looking down at him and seeing how soaked you were.

“I bet you don’t even care hm. You just want a good dicking ?” Miguel says.

“I care! I-I just—hmm.”You whimper out and take note of how close his nose is to your pussy.

“You just what, huh slut ? Wanted me to fuck your brains out and give you a good fuck while you try and keep those little moans in your mouth? Is that it?” He says, slowly running his thumb up your body and to your nipples, softly twisting them between his fingers.

“Mm, feels so good!” You start.” I-I need your tongue so bad, sir!” You moan out, completely sliding your swimsuit top off and throwing it to the side. Your nipples being free and hardened.

“Yea, want me to eat that wet little pussy?” He smirks and keeps your legs spreaded with his big hands, kissing up your thighs. Making you shake with how wet and cold his lips are.

“P-please sir..”You moan out again, tossing your head back and feeling his tongue latch onto your swollen bud. You continue moaning as he sucks and licks at your clit. It feels so good..

He continues licking at your clit, you playing with your hard nipples and tugging at them.

“Mmhm ..”He mumbles against you, shaking his head side to side while sucking at your wetness. He’s gonna make you cum in no time if he keeps working at you like that.

Miguel smirks and hears how loud you’re becoming, he moves one of his hands up your body and covers your mouth.

“Mm!” You whimper against his hand, moving your hand over his and grinding up against his mouth. Miguel moves his hand to your heat. He begins to rub at your hole and slide a finger in, watching you wiggle and shake against him.

“Mhm, atta girl..”He mumbles into your pussy and begins to move his finger at a slow, but reasonable pace.

“It feels s-so good-“You moan out, still grinding up against Miguel’s face.

He continues lapping at your pussy, groaning and licking up and down your clit, driving you more insane than before. He slides another finger inside of you and begins moving them in and out at a fast pace, looking up at you with those dark eyes, watching you fall apart on his wet tongue and large fingers.

You buck up your hips and begin shaking your hips, beginning to get overstimulated.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl..”He moans against your pussy, pulling away and sliding his fingers out of you and standing to his feet. He looks down and you and smirks widely.

“You liked that, hm baby?”He smirks and reaches one hand down, rubbing your clit and watching your facial expressions change.

“Mhm—p-please!”You whine out.” I-I need your cock so b—bad, daddy.”You say, tossing your head back again at how good his fingers feel rubbing against your little nub.

“Yeah? You need an older man’s cock, hm?”Miguel scoffs and slides his trunks down, revealing his huge length. You could also choke on your words at how big he looked. It looked like he would split you into two on his cock, he would rip you in half and watch you fall apart on him. He’d loved to see that.

While your mouth is dropped and eyes widening at how big his cock is, he bends over to you and begins kissing down your neck, crawling onto the bed as he does.” You on birthday control, sweetie?”He questions.

“Yea!”You moan out.

“Atta girl ..”He says and smirks.

“Y—yes! P-please, daddy..”You whine.

“You’re so fucking Beautiful, you’re gonna take me like a champ and keep those pretty little noises down, aren’t ya?”He says while kissing down your neck, opening your legs widely and bending them towards your head. He was putting you in the full Nelson position. You’ve always loved that position and dreamed of him fucking you that way. He could pound you so hard, make you scream, and bit all of your deepest spots. He wanted to make you cum. Your dream was coming a reality.

“Mhm!”You nod your head, moaning at how soft his lips feel. He reaches down and begins pumping his cock, rubbing his hard tip up and down against your pussy.”J-just like that, d—daddy!”You whine out.

“You ready for me, princesa?”He lifts up from kissing your neck and makes sure your legs are fully bent almost to your neck, keeping them bent with his big hands, seeing your pussy clench around nothing.

“Yes, baby!” You moan out again, looking at how big and thick he is. It frightens you, but you’re gonna be a good girl and take him so good.

He nods his head knowingly and begins to slowly slide into you, watching your face change.

“S—so big!” You say, dropping your lips in an O shape, tightening around his cock already.

“You’re doing so good f’me, baby. You know that?”Miguel bites his lip and slides his cock a little more deeper inside of you, talking you through his movements, making sure you’re okay.

“Mhm!”You bite your lip and keep your legs open, taking his cock so well.

After a few minutes, he’s fully inside of you and beginning to slowly pound into you. He can’t look this man in the eyes. He’s too sexy and too big to even concentrate. You close your eyes and keep your mouth open while he plows into you. Miguel always keeps eye contact with you even though your eyes are closed, he loves how quick and easy you fall apart on his cock.

“You look at me when I fuck you..”He groans out and begins pounding into you faster, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. You open your eyes slowly and your eyes begin to roll back at how good he feels.” That’s a good girl..”He keeps the hold on your jaw.

“S—so good, daddy! You’re fucking me so good!”You almost yell out, tightening around his cock again. That makes him go crazy.

“Ooo—yea pretty girl !”Miguel smirks.” Tell me how good I’m pounding your insides…tell me what a little slut you are for me..”He groans again and slaps your thighs, making you yelp.

You gasp before speaking, being absolutely fucked dumb,

“You’re fucking m-me so good! I’m such a little fucking w—whore for you!”You whine, looking up into his eyes.

“That’s a good little bitch..”He clenches his jaw and begins pounding into your faster, his hips and thrusts getting sloppier. You can tell he’s going to come soon.

“You gonna come for me, slut?”Miguel asks, watching your hips shake slightly.

“Y—yes, daddy!” You whimper, feeling like you’re gonna come in a few seconds.” I-I’m gonna come baby!” You look up at him.

“Come all over this cock, sexy.” He looks down and wants to watch you come all over his cock. Watch his pretty girl come undone.

“Oh g—goodness!”You cry out, coming over his cock and covering your mouth, making sure your moans aren’t going to be heard.

“Fuuuck—“Miguel drags out, watching you come over his cock. This also makes his come. He keeps his hips at a slight movement while watching both your guys come drip down from the bed.

Miguel pulls out slowly and takes his index and middle finger, sliding it up against your pussy and swiping up your come, sliding them into your mouth and making you suck them.

“Mmm..”You moan on his fingers, tasting the salty and warm juices from both of you. He slides his fingers back out and they’re wiped clean.” Whatta good girl..”He smirks and sits down on the bed, pulling you towards him.

“That was so good”You say, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, that was amazing, doll..You really had a crush on me that bad ,hm?” He jokes and gathers his clothes together, you doing the same.

“Oh shut up!”You giggle and roll your eyes, grabbing your swim suit and sliding it back on.

“How bout’ you get in the shower and I’ll go back downstairs, and tell your daddy you weren’t feeling too good and how I made you take some medicine?” He smirks and looks at you, looking at how beautiful you still look.

“Sounds perfect to me!” You wink at him.

“Good..” Miguel says.

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reincrimination · 8 days

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stop waking me up in the middle of the night

9-1-1 | eddie diaz x evan buckley

content warnings: nightmares

collection: buddie week 2021 (reposting sept. '24)

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“Do you not like sleeping with me, Diaz?” Buck hazards, taking a swig of his nearly-empty bottle. Chim parts his lips like he’s going to make a comment- but Hen hands him a chip instead to occupy his mouth. “If you would stop waking me up in the middle of the night, I might like it more,” Eddie sighs, half-genuine in his annoyance. “Buck kicks like a racehorse.”

Eddie doesn’t mind sharing the bed with Buck, not really.

The comforter is that crisp kind of down that he’s only ever had in hotels, and the sheets are some Egyptian cotton that he’d never consider buying, even if they went on sale. Eddie’s not sure, and he doesn’t want to ask, but he would put money on the mattress being one of those fancy ones he sees TV ads for.

When Eddie bought his mattress, he went to the store, found the cheapest one, and then bought the next one up from that.

So, no, all things considered, sharing the bed with Buck is not that bad. There’s also the added element of having another living, breathing human next to him that soothes his PTSD hyper-vigilant tendencies, and the fact that his other options are the downstairs with either Hen or Chimney- and Chim snores horrifically. Hen is fine, but he’s not totally ready for her to see him when he’s just woken up, hair looking the most like Christopher’s it’s ever going to get, and a trail of drool down his chin. No, that version of Eddie is reserved for himself, God, and, these days, Buck.

That said, there is a slight problem.

Buck kicks.

Not all night. He doesn’t do it on purpose, Eddie is certain. Yet, every few hours, a cold foot will kick against his shin, and he’ll be startled out of whatever sleep he’d fallen into. He’ll shift away and look to see if Buck is awake- he never is- and then another kick will come a few hours later. It’s like Buck is intentionally doing it, the entirety of his body still except for his legs, and only for a few moments per night; but that’s not his style, so Eddie is sure it’s unconscious.

It’s enough to start wearing on Eddie, especially after long shifts. He doesn’t want to insult Buck’s hospitality, and complain about sleeping in the queen-sized but fit-for-a-king bed he’s lucky enough to share.

So, he shoves an extra pillow between the two of them and it’s enough to mostly stop it, except for on really bad nights. Buck got him under the kneecap once, and he swore loud enough that he woke up Hen from downstairs. When he sits up and looks over at Buck incredulously, the only clue to what he’s done is a slightly agitated expression on his very asleep face.

A week of long shifts seem to wind Buck up even more, and while he sleeps soundly, his limbs knock into Eddie at least twice a night. Eddie’s used to waking up a lot during the night, but not being startled awake by flailing legs, and he’s pretty sure the bags underneath his eyes can’t solely be attributed to the overnight shifts they’ve been pulling.

After the last of a string of shifts, preparing to enjoy a very boring, lazy weekend off, the four of them are gathered on Buck’s balcony with beers and snacks. Hen and Buck are arguing about something trivial, a movie or a sports game, and Eddie is zoning out as he stares out over the lights of LA. Everyone being stuck inside only serves to illuminate the skyline more, almost every single bedroom light on even at seven in the evening.

“Eddie? Did you hear me?”

He snaps his gaze over to Buck, who is waving a hand in front of his face. “Sorry. Tired.”

“We all are,” Hen sympathizes, patting his shoulder, and Eddie scrubs a hand over his face.

“Do you not like sleeping with me, Diaz?” Buck hazards, taking a swig of his nearly-empty bottle.

Chim parts his lips like he’s going to make a comment- but Hen hands him a chip instead to occupy his mouth.

“If you would stop waking me up in the middle of the night, I might like it more,” Eddie sighs, half-genuine in his annoyance. “Buck kicks like a racehorse.”

Chimney barks out a laugh, a few chip crumbs spewing out- he puts a hand up in apology and finishes chewing-, “Are you saying Buck is… bucking?”

“I said kicking, moron,” Eddie shakes his head, but a little smirk takes over his expression.

Buck remembers to laugh just in time to keep it from being awkward.

When Eddie steps out of the shower, steam-warmed and almost asleep, he’s ready to fall into the luxurious bed and sleep for as long as circumstances will allow. With no shift on the horizon, tomorrow’s looking like a great day to catch up on the sleep he’s lost thanks to work… and Buck.

Which is why he’s a little dismayed to see Buck striding around the upper loft, with blankets in his arms like he’s in the middle of rearranging the bedroom.

“What-?” Eddie mumbles, tossing his dirty laundry into the (now) communal hamper. He’s pretty sure he’s wearing some of Buck’s clothes as he speaks, and wouldn’t be able to differentiate between their t-shirts if there was a gun to his head.

“I’m gonna sleep on the floor,” Buck explains, sheet making a snapping noise as he fluffs it out vigorously. He doesn’t meet Eddie’s eyes, instead focuses on picking a feather out of the pillow tucked under his arm. “So I don’t wake you up.”

“What? That’s- no, Buck, it’s your bed,” Eddie sits down on the edge, leaning over to size Buck up. He’s being weird, he thinks. “Look, I was just kidding around on the patio. It’s no big deal. I’ve shared a bed with Chris enough times to get used to being kicked.”

Buck pauses, but then tosses the pillow down onto the shitty bed of blankets he’s made himself. It’s bound to be almost rock-hard with how little padding he has. Since Hen’s on the air mattress, there’s not anything else for him to use.

“At least for a few nights, man,” Buck reasons, hands out placatingly. “You look dead on your feet.”

Eddie narrows his eyes discerningly. Buck raises his eyebrows, as if asking if Eddie’s satisfied with that reasoning.

“Alright,” Eddie grumbles, crawling up to lay his head on the pillows. “But if you’re uncomfortable, you get back up here.”

Buck turns out the light and shuffles around as he gets comfortable, but Eddie’s already on the fast track to unconsciousness.

A sigh is the first thing out of his lips when he’s woken with a loud smack. Nothing has kicked him, this time, but the bed frame did jolt. He sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes- it’s just past midnight, so at least he’d gotten two solid hours in first- and leans over to look at Buck.

The man is sat up in his makeshift bed, hunched over and rubbing at his shin. His face is turned away from Eddie, but the silver light flooding in from the windows reveal that he’s biting down on his lip, hard, and his eyes are a little shiny.

“Buck?” Eddie murmurs, squinting to see him better.

“Shit,” he hisses, glancing at Eddie and then hiding his face, again. His voice wobbles as he says, “Sorry, I’m sor- shit. Go back to sleep.”

“Is your leg okay?” Eddie asks, sitting up fully and shuffling over to swing his legs over the side of the bed that Buck is beneath.

It’s his bad leg that he’s clutching like it’s been crushed all over again. Even in the gray-scale of the night, Eddie can make out a harsh, red line where he’d hit it. It doesn’t look like it’s bleeding, but it’ll bruise pretty bad.

“It’s fine, just- gimme a minute,” Buck hisses, clenching his teeth as he rubs his fist over the angry divot in his shin. He tips his chin up, blinking back tears. “Kicked the- fuck- the bed.”

Eddie reaches out and smooths a hand over Buck’s tousled hair, the movement practiced as it’s something he does to Christopher often. His unruly bed-head curls bounce right back into place after the pass of Eddie’s hand. Buck’s eyes flutter closed at the contact, and Eddie doesn’t even pretend that it doesn’t prickle at something inside his chest. In the privacy of the night, Eddie finds himself thinking a little freer, a little more honestly.

“What’s going on, Buck?”

Eddie rests his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, looking down at Buck like if he looks hard enough he’ll be able to parse out whatever is bothering him.

“Just a bad dream,” Buck mumbles, stretching out his leg and trying (failing) to hide his wince.

Eddie’s brain comes to a screeching halt.

“Just tonight, or-?”

“Forget it, it’s nothing,” Buck rolls over and reaches for his pillow. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry.”

“Buck. Buck,” Eddie hisses, “Stop it. Look at me.”

Sheepishly, he turns back over. His head is resting on his folded arm, looking up at Eddie with the glossiest puppy eyes he’s ever seen from anyone except his kid. He’s wondering if Buck got it from Chris, or the other way around.

“You’ve been having nightmares?”

Buck just nods. Then, he turns onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, like he can’t make himself meet Eddie’s gaze. “Yeah. Since the bombing, since the tsunami, everything. Worse since- since COVID, but, we’re all struggling, I figured.”

“Sure, but not having nightmares three times a night,” Eddie reasons. “Is that why you kick?”

Buck passes a hand over his eyes, scrubbing a little too harshly. They’re a little wet around the edges when he pulls away. “I’m always either getting my leg crushed again or trying to swim through the tsunami, so, I guess that’s why I kick. I am sorry, I’ll try to- to stop.”

“Buck. Listen to me,” Eddie snaps, but at Buck’s flash of fear he softens his tone. “Hey. I’m not mad. Just… why didn’t you tell me?”

A touch of genuine confusion floods into Buck’s expression. “I mean, why would it matter?”

“Because I care about you, Buck,” Eddie exclaims. The words come out a bit loud, a bit harsh for the hour, but he needs Buck to know he means them. “I want to know when you’re hurting.” Buck’s bottom lip twitches, almost indistinguishably, but Eddie clocks it. Normally, he clocks everything about Buck- how he missed this, he’s not sure. Guilt hangs heavy on his heart, tripling in intensity with every glimpse of Buck’s wet eyes he catches.

“I’m hurting,” Buck whispers, voice cracking, and then Eddie is slipping off the bed to kneel down next to him and pull him into his arms.

Buck goes willingly, melting into Eddie’s embrace even despite the awkward angle, hands tangling in the fabric of Eddie’s (his) shirt and folding himself as small as possible to fit as much of himself in Eddie’s arms as he can. Buck’s hurt leg sticks out awkwardly, and his back aches from how he’s sitting up, but God, is this what he needed. His nose presses against the soft skin of Eddie’s neck as the latter rocks him back and forth slightly, arms tight around his middle, one palm smoothing up and down Buck’s spine.

“Come on, get in the bed,” Eddie says, voice gruff from the guilt building up in his throat. His chin is tucked over Buck’s shoulder. “You’re not sleeping on the damn floor.”

He wrestles with Buck until he’s able to maneuver the pair of them into the middle of the bed. Buck lays, curled on his side, watching Eddie with glossy eyes as he tugs the blankets up and over the both of them. Eddie ends up facing Buck, one hand outstretched and resting under the other man’s head. His fingers curl in the hairs at the nape of Buck’s neck; petting, soothing.

Buck falls asleep quicker than he’d like to admit, even as the bruise on his leg still throbs, and his eyes still sting. Eddie keeps watch, playing with the short strands of hair, scanning Buck’s expression for the slightest amount of discomfort.

He’s barely drifted off himself when Buck twitches, and before it can get worse, Eddie is shuffling closer and wrapping his other arm around Buck’s shoulders. Eddie tucks Buck’s head underneath his chin, trying not to think about the way Buck’s hair brushes against the stubble of his beard, or how Buck’s lips ghost over his neck when he mumbles out, “…Eddie?”

“Right here,” Eddie whispers, tucking his chin down to press a not-kiss to Buck’s hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” Buck mumbles like a confession, curling tighter into Eddie’s grip, stretching out his legs to interlock them with the other man’s.

Eddie cards his fingers through Buck’s hair. A fond sigh escapes before he can stop it, as he tries to wrangle his feelings into some palatable words. “I know you’re hard on yourself, and I can’t stop you from doing that, but, I wish you’d give the rest of us a little more credit. You assume we feel about you how you feel about yourself, but that’s not true.”

Buck’s breath stutters, and Eddie thinks the long-brewing tears have finally spilled over when a little spot of wetness blossoms on his neck.

“We love you- I love you, Buck. I want to be there for you, but you have to let me in,” Eddie breathes. Another not-kiss is pressed to Buck’s head.

“Same goes to you, Diaz,” Buck chuckles, voice wet. “Okay. I love you, too, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie buries his nose in Buck’s hair, lets his eyes flutter closed. “I do.”

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•𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 1610! Miles x F! Y/N

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓,’𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏:REUNION

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:Your old bestfriend moves in with you for a while , during that time you gain feelings

𝐀\𝐍: This a little cute or whatever

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:I dont know its a little angst but it gets happy an lovie dovie

Your room was like heaven in your eyes. It had most things you loved in ONE room. Your favorite books, your tv, your pc, And lastly your personal space. No one ever telling you about what you’re supposed to do in your room.

And yet all of them would come crashing down on one random day in June.

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You would get up to your room taking another way to get up there instead of just coming in through the front door. You would get to your room like you always do. You were about to start your after-school routine, listen to music, and do your homework.

You open the door to see your room split in. Emotions would all come at you at once. You didn’t know what emotion you wanted to feel. But one that practically took over all the rest was confusion.

Why was it two twin beds instead of your queen, why were all of your beloved precious items pushed to one side while the other had items you never saw before,

“Mamá, ¿por qué mi habitación está a la mitad? ( Mommy, why is my room in half) “ you yell to her dance downstairs

You run downstairs, and in the process, you definitely felt like you missed a step, your mom was in the kitchen working on a meal.

You saw her recipe cards on the table.

Was family coming over you thought to yourself? your mother would only pull her recipe cards out if she had invited people over and wanted to impress them.

“Mama what’s going on first my room, Ahora tarjetas de recetas ( now recipe cards) . “you ask her confused about everything

The doorbell started to ring, she dusted her hands on her cooking apron. She would then remove the apron and head to the door . “ looks like the surprise came earlier than anticipated “ she would say.

“ You look at her confused, what surprise, and who on earth was at the front door?

“Honey this might be a little different for you, but remember Miles your childhood best friend, “ she asks you.

That’s when you knew exactly what was happening: she probably invited him over, but little did she know that you guys fell out a year ago.

“Sí, mamá ( yes mama) “

“Well I ran into his mom at the store, and You know Jeff is on a business trip, so u said they could stay with us... Isn't that great “ she says?

You begin to force a smile on your face “Yeah it's great “ you tell her.

“I was hoping they would come later so the food would be done, it's good there here now so they can get used to the home, “ she says, she answers the door.

You were trying to decide if you wanted to you upstairs or stay downstairs and introduce them to the house. You chose to stay downstairs you knew mama rio would want to see you.

“Ah, mi chica, mi chica (Ah my girl, my girl) “Mama Rio goes in for a hug with your mom

. “Te echaba de menos (I missed you) “ you mom whispered to Mrs. Rio

“Where’s my baby Y/n, I haven't seen her in forever, “Mama Rio says.

You walk close to the door and hug her.

She starts to squeeze you tight in her arms “I missed you too mama “ you hug her.

“Cariño, ¿dónde has estado? No te he visto desde el año pasado (Baby where have you been, I haven't seen you since last year ) “ mama Rio asks you.

“I've been busy you know “ you tell her

“ Mi chica, necesito que vengas a verme más ( my girl, I need you to come see me more)”she demands to you

she tells you “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll see more, “You tell her

, Miles brushes past you and starts to head upstairs. With bags in his hand . You go upstairs also and follow his lead . He places 2 bags in the room next to yours .

Mama rio was going to sleep their

Then he went into the room that you guys were going to share . He places his bags and go back downstairs. You were confused on why . You left it alone and went to your PC and started to work on your computer .

“So how’s life been “ miles try’s to break the silence you turn around while staying in your chair .

“Well and yours “ you ask him.

“I understand we're not really on speaking terms with each other but just so you know I still care about you, “ he tells you.

“Then if you care so much why did you start acting different and ghost me, “ you ask him “It's hard to explain, “ he says.

“just tell me the truth , when we fell out you made me seem like I something wrong like I made you go away “ you told him

“Thats not it y/n , i can’t tell you why “ he tells you , your mind goes confused.

“ok, thats fine, when you want to ... Then you can talk to me, “ you tell him and go back to doing what you needed to do.

He felt his heart beating fast like it was aching to tell you the truth.

He let out a sigh “You know Spider-Man “ he asks you, you turn around “ ofc, I mean you should know I love spider-man” you tell him

“Right right, we’ll let’s just say you know I know him, “ he says, you start to smile.

“Like really know him, Spider-man is me “Y'all both go silent, and a stare-off starts. You let out a tiny scram of excitement, he pulls you in his arm with his web shooter. He covers your mouth with his hand.

“Shh,” he tells you, “Y/n are you good “ your mom yells

He removes his hand from your mouth “Yes I’m good, it was a spider but Miles killed it “ you lied to your mom.

You guys both look at each other, you looking up at him, him looking down at you. His arm still on your waist .

“You can let go of my waist now, “ you tell him

. He removes his arm and you back up.

“Well uh that’s cool, I’m going to you know listen to music and do my work “

You say awkwardly and sit back down.

He was happy, he got his best friend and some new feelings for her Also.

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