#or don’t I’m not a cop. do whatever you want forever but know there are consequences (bad and good) to your choices.

[badolmen]

I am regularly shocked that people under the age of 18 are on this site. That’s illegal you can’t do that. <- joined when I was 15 and the site still had “go nuts, show nuts” in its TOS FAQs, no filtering or blacklist function to speak of, and no community labels.

[steddieas-shegoes]

CONGRATS ON 3000!!! ❤️ That’s so exciting!

For the ask game, I’d love to see your take on the song Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy! (I vibe with “Scar-crossed lovers forever” as a Steddie-coded lyric but honestly whatever comes to mind for you when you hear the song is great!)

Congrats again!! 💕🎉

Thank you! I got a few different steddie-coded lyrics from this song, but the one you provided is good for something short, so I’m sticking with that! ♥️

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He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Wayne specifically asked him to stop coming to the Harrington parties, didn’t want him to risk being caught when they inevitably got shut down.

He knows he’d be in deep shit if a cop managed to catch him and see what he had in his lunchbox.

But one of his best customers insisted he stop by, promising he knew enough people would buy his entire inventory. He wouldn’t have to stay long.

“That’ll be $30 for the bag, or $10 if you just want a joint,” Eddie told one of the girls who always gave him dirty looks in the hall to cover up the hungry look she gave him at parties.

“What about the harder stuff?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Don’t have any on me,” he rolled his eyes. They should know by now he only handles those items when requested.

“Fine. Just a joint then.”

He exchanges his product for her money, another addition to his savings that seemed to constantly dwindle on useless. He never stopped trying though.

She was his last customer in the line that had built up in the kitchen, so he decided to make his way to the backyard to finish up. Not many people usually hung out there when it was this chilly outside, but he had to give it a shot.

The patio surrounding the pool was absent of people, but he decided to take that as a sign that he needed a minute alone.

He heard a sniffle and his head shot over to the table in the corner of the covered area.

“Harrington?”

What the hell was he even doing out here? Was he crying?

“I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jesus. He sounded like someone had tried to strangle him. Was he sick?

“Dude, you okay?” Eddie steps closer, hopes he doesn’t end up regretting choosing kindness. “It’s kinda cold out here.”

Steve was sitting in a chair, knees up to his chest, arms around his legs. His face was half-buried in his knees, but Eddie could still make out the shivering.

“Yeah. Just needed some air.”

“You shouldn’t stay out here long without a jacket, man.”

Steve didn’t respond.

Eddie was actually growing more concerned for him, like maybe he’d been drugged with something and couldn’t move.

“Hey, look at me,” Eddie snaps his fingers in Steve’s face, relaxing slightly when he glares up at him with surprisingly clear, but watery eyes. “You need a jacket.”

“I’m fine. Go back inside.”

“You won’t be if you sit out here much longer. You’ll freeze to death. And then I’ll have to live the rest of my life knowing I could have stopped it by making you go inside and I’ll die feeling guilty.”

Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it make Steve give the tiniest smile and lift his head to look at him completely? Also yes.

“It wouldn’t be your fault.”

There was a cut under Steve’s left eye, and as his eyes adjust to the light coming from the windows, he sees a purple bruise surrounding most of the left side of his face.

“What happened?”

“The crown was pretty heavy when it fell,” Steve laughs without humor.

Eddie feels his stomach sink further.

“Who did this?”

It’s not like Eddie could do much, but maybe he could at least make sure he didn’t sell to the guy.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve placed his legs down, careful, like he was trying not to hurt himself more. “You got anything left?”

Eddie should say no. He should leave now, head to the comfort and warmth of the trailer, forget about this interaction entirely. Maybe give one awkward head nod to Steve at school on Monday as an acknowledgment he didn’t forget, but won’t say anything to anyone.

“Just the one joint. You want it?” Eddie set his lunchbox on the table across from Steve and sat down.

“How much?” Steve turned to face him, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Free for the host.”

That’s not something Eddie ever did, but if anyone needed it, it was Steve.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I am. You got a lighter on you?”

Steve shook his head.

“Then I light it and get the first drag. Deal?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie is gonna regret this entire interaction, but of all his regrets, it’s probably pretty low on the list, so he pulls his lighter out and does exactly what he said he would.

Steve is watching him so intensely, it’s almost enough to make him blush. He won’t, he hopes, but it’s a hell of an effort.

“This why you’re sitting out here instead of enjoying your party?” Eddie asked as he hands over the joint.

“Part of it,” Steve takes a long drag. “Just tired of it.”

“Tired of what?”

“All of it.”

An alarm starts going off in Eddie’s head, a reminder that Steve may seem like he’s got the entire world, but those who hold the world tend to lose their grip.

“All of it meaning…”

“All of this. The parties, the people who only like me because I have money and throw parties, the popularity contest I didn’t even ask to participate in, the fucking concussions and nightmares. I’m just-“ Steve takes another drag. “I’m just tired. You should go back inside.”

Eddie watches him lean back in his chair, his shirt riding up and exposing just enough of his stomach to see a scar. The moonlight reflects off the lighter line of skin.

“Nah. Kinda like it out here. It’s quiet. Company ain’t bad either.”

Steve looks back at him with a frown. “Don’t have to pretend to like me, dude. Everyone else already does that enough.”

“Who said I like you? I’m tolerating you.” Eddie smirks, waits for Steve to recognize he’s joking. When Steve relaxes, he nods towards the scar on Steve’s stomach. “Appendix?”

“What?” Steve glances down. “Oh. Yeah. When I was 12.”

“I was 14 when I got mine out,” Eddie lifts his layers to show off his matching scar. “My Uncle Wayne thought I was dying. He didn’t even know what an appendix was, let alone that it can cause all this trouble.”

“Yeah. My parents weren’t home when mine ruptured so I had to call the neighbors.”

Eddie frowns down at the table. “They leave you alone a lot? Even then?”

“Yeah. Not a big deal. I made it through okay.”

Okay isn’t the word Eddie would describe, but Eddie didn’t wanna argue.

“You eat a ridiculous amount of ice cream after?” Eddie’s smile grew when Steve nodded. “I convinced Wayne it was the only thing I could eat for nearly a week after.”

Steve laughed, Eddie smiles.

“You got a nice laugh, Harrington.”

He watches as Steve gets red in the face, a beautiful blush covering his cheeks and spreading down his neck.

“Not sure the last time I really laughed,” Steve admitted.

“Shame.”

Eddie stood up, grabbed his lunchbox, and walked around to stand in front of Steve. Steve looked up at him with glassy eyes, the high already sinking in.

“Want me to clear everyone out?” Eddie shouldn’t offer that, or anything. But Steve looks so lost, so tired.

“Nah. It’s nice just not being alone, even if it’s people I don’t like.”

“That’s fucked, man.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve shrugged. “Thanks for the weed.”

“Anytime.”

Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it’s the one drag of the joint he’d taken, maybe it’s the cold air, or maybe it’s just that annoying crush he’s had on Steve Harrington for years.

He reaches out, cups Steve’s cheek in his hand, and holds him for just a moment.

Neither of them say anything when Steve leans into it.

They don’t say anything when Eddie pulls away with a sad smile.

They won’t talk about it again at school.

But when Steve saves Eddie from the Upside Down a full year later, when he’s sitting at his bedside cupping Eddie’s cheek in his hand, they both seem to remember at the same time.

“We’ve got two matching scars now, Harrington.”

“Don’t think the appendix has anything on demobat scars, Munson.”

“What happened to calling me honey? I liked that.”

“What happened to sweetheart?”

Eddie let out a small laugh. “You’re gonna be trouble, sweetheart.”

“But I’m gonna be your trouble, honey.”

[starscabaret]

☆First Date Yandere! Vincent☆

pairing: yandere! Vincent x fem reader 

summary: first date and head canons at end

warnings: n/a 

authors note:

You opened your window, slowly at first, you sensed no danger but still aired on the side of caution. 

“Vincent, I know you’re out here stop being a fucking creep and ask to come in.” You huffed at the poorly hidden lanky man. 

He thought you didn’t know he lurked outside of your house staring at you. You knew and instead of being scared and calling the cops like you probably should have … you oddly found it endearing. 

“Uhm hey I’m sorry … I just …. I don’t know.” said a red-faced Vincent, as he moved from his hiding spot rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“Whatever I don’t care, just don’t be outside my house creepin’ like a damn thief in the night.” You said outwardly annoyed even though you really weren’t. You weren’t angry more so curious about his interest in watching you.

After you let him in through your bedroom window, once he stepped inside, he locked it. You then guided him to your living room for a bit of Southern hospitality…. just sweet tea and pound cake for now. 

He sat on your couch looking largely out of place but still so handsome to you. 

“OK, so what’s your deal? Are you trynna kill me? rape me? date me? what?” You spoke rapid-firing questions, no need to beat around the bush. 

“Uh no none of that I’m so sorry y/n, I just, I, I don’t know, I think I’m interested in you.” He stuttered out.

“You think or you know?” you said hand on your hip. 

“I want you to like me, I want to make you smile.” Vincent said nervously. 

“I think you’re trying to ask me on a date.” You replied.

“Is that what people normally do? Is that what you’d want your man to do for you?” Vincent questioned. He obviously had little to no understanding of dating and romance. 

“I believe so, so when and where to?” you asked smiling and smirking.

“Uh can I pick you up tomorrow at 5?” he shyly asked. 

“Yes Vinny, now get out, and I better not catch you in my fucking yard again.” You said while shooing him to the door. 

After you slammed the door in his face Vincent was mind blown. You hadn’t called the cops. and you two were going on a date.

Since he had laid eyes on you Vincent started googling all kinds of silly childish things like, how to tell if you like someone? does she like me? what is a date?

But now he finally had a date planned and he was freaking out. He knew nothing, and he could not fuck this up. Google could only help him so much… It was time to call his mother and ask for advice.

He really didn’t want to; it was his last resort. His mother would be very dramatic, he was sure. But it was you, he needed all the help he could get so he bit the bullet.

He had never expressed any romantic or sexual interest in anyone, let alone to his mother. But for you, he felt both. 

After speaking with his mother on the phone for hours, he felt equipped to court you. It wouldn’t be normal. He wasn’t normal, He couldn’t love you normally. But he could love you. And after his courtship, he wondered if you would love him too.

He knew that his brain was different, and so did his mother, that’s why he wasn’t shocked at his odd attraction to you. He just knew he needed and wanted you. He understood that much. 

From what he knew about you from your first encounter to the few conversations you two had during his time working near your home. He found you enchanting. He felt like you were missing something, and he could be all of that. He would be all of that for you.

He knew even more about you from the time he’d spent outside of your house. Yes, it was wrong, but he liked to see your face before he drove home for the evening. If he didn’t, he’d have to wait until you woke up and went on to your porch the next morning. That was too long for him.

The next day when he took you on your date, you wanted nothing more than to take the gentle giant home with you forever. 

☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★☆⋆。𖦹°‧★

yandere! Vincent brought you a bundle of beautiful large white lilies when he knocked on the door to pick you up for your date. 

yandere! Vincent held you closer as you hugged him in thanks for the flowers. He looked down at you and used his huge hand to tilt your chin so he could examine your face. 

yandere! Vincent opened the door to his car for you and even buckled you in. 

yandere! Vincent lets you choose the music, while internally remembering the type of music you enjoyed. 

yandere! Vincent held your hand tightly in his as you walked into the restaurant he chose.

yandere! Vincent listened to everything you talked about on your date. When you asked him questions and he answered right away. 

yandere! Vincent refuses to leave the restaurant if you don’t pick a dessert. He wouldn’t have one, but he insisted you deserved it. 

yandere! Vincent is very nervous if the date is going well, but you keep smiling and it warmed his heart. 

yandere! Vincent didn’t want the date to end as he drove you home from your last stop of the night. But he couldn’t think of a way to keep you longer. 

yandere! Vincent’s phone rang while he drove, and he asked that you answer it to your surprise. He wouldn’t risk any reckless driving, not while you were in his car. 

yandere! Vincent’s mom was on the other side, she audibly gasped when she heard a woman’s voice. She knew right away who you are and she began to embarrass Vinny by saying how much he likes you, how much he talks about you, even the dumb things he did as a kid. By the end of the phone call, you were crying with laughter. His mother was hilarious and kind-hearted. Vinny just drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, he wasn’t worried about the conversation between you too. Once parked on your street Vincent took his phone and spoke to his mother briefly before hanging up. 

yandere! Vincent told you his mother said goodnight and that you are a doll. He walks you to the entrance of your home after unbuckling you and opening your door. When at the door you invite him in. You aren’t ready to leave him either.

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Stepsis!Vanessa X Reader. Sibling bonding.

TW: DubCon, Toxic relationship

Note: Toxic!Stepsis! is different than just normal stepsis. Just like toxic! Vanessa is different than normal Vanessa. It’s a different storyline, figured I clear it up

Your mother had forced you and your god awful Stepsister to hang out in the house when she was gone. You and Vanessa were grown adults, and your mother wanted to act like it was a sleepover. Ontop of that,Vanessa would always talk about being a cop and acted like she was the most important person in the building. You knew her father, your step father, only encouraged that from her, stupid Steve, getting with your mother. Vanessa entered the room you were in, sitting on the couch besides you.

“ so, what are we going to do for three hours while your mother is gone. “

“ I don’t know. I don’t want to do this. “

“ don’t act like a baby, Y/N. You wanna watch a movie or something. “

You groan, standing up and crossing your arms, glaring at her.

“ I don’t want to do. Anything with you. I’m going to my room. “

You stormed upstaires, laying belly down on the bed, and angrily scrolling through your phone. You could hear her following you up the stairs and she bashed into your room, you didn’t look up at her, you couldn’t care what she thought.

“ I don’t know where the fuck you get off acting like that to me, but your mother just wants us to bond. Now you can get your ass downstairs and we’ll watch a movie, or I’ll stay with you in here “

“ your not my mom! I hate when you talk like this! “

“ Well you’re acting like a fucking child! “

You burried your face in your pillow. You could hear Vanessa angrily mumbling to herself, before feeling her pull you by your hair, making you sit up. She held you by the chin, her Ivy green eyes staring at you, her hot breath against your face.

“ you know what we do to convicts who act up? “

You stayed silent as you stared up at her. She gripped your face harder and scoffed.

“ we bound them. And I think you’re acting just as bad as one. “

Your eyes widened slightly, and you tried to pull away from her grasp, her eyes staring down at yours.

“ I’ll tell My mother…she’ll kill you! “

“ yeah, and who’d she belive? Her stepdaughter, while she cherishes, and a well respected cop. Or her daughter who still lives in the house and acts like a child. “

Vanessa dropped your face, and walked out of the room, you desperately tried to chase after her to stop whatever she was doing, but she locked it from the outside, that bitch. It wasn’t much longer before she came back in, throwing you back on the bed, dropping her black canvas tote.

“ now..I’m not allowed to take my cuffs out of work..but..”

She reached into the tote, pulling out a package of large zipties. You looked up at her panicked, your heart racing.

“ I do carry zips incase I run into someone on the streets. Strip for me, or this’ll be a lot harder. “

You didn’t move, you couldn’t move, you were petrified. She rolled her eyes, and you slowly pulled your shirt off, tossing it off the bed.

“ god your taking forever…hurry it up or I’ll be worse. “

Vanessa growled, you unclasped your bra, and took your sweatpants off, hesitantly pulling at your panties. You couldn’t pull yourself together to take them off.

“ god. This’ll do. “

Vanessa took you by the wrists, tieing a Zip tie around each, before connecting them with one more, and connecting that to your metal bedframe. She then pulled something else from her bag, and you felt your garments come off you, Vanessa held a small pocket knife, tossing the cut off panties into the corner. Your eyes followed the blade as Vanessa stopped and played with it, dragging the dull side up and down her fingers, before stopping, starring at you.

“ you wanna feel it? “

“ I-i…”

She dragged the dull side of the blade up your thighs, something about the cold metal against your thighs made you twitch. You should be hating this, hating her, but the only thing you could think of right now is how she’d feel, how this pain made you feel.

“ v..Vanessa…”

“ you gonna listen now bitch? “

“ y-yes m-maam…”

She smirked, and sat between your legs, pressing her whole palm against your warm cunt, and pulling back to watch the juices stick off it. She held the palm up to your mouth, you looked up at her pleading for instructions.

“ taste yourself. “

You nodded, slowly dragging your tongue her palm, the taste of your own juices made you flush, how you almost tasted sweet.

Vanessa pulled her hand back, and dragged her middle and ring finger up and down your folds, before suddenly plunging in, bucking her fingers in and out. Moans flew out of your mouth, you hadn’t been touch liked this. Not even by your own hand. You yanked on the restraints, you hated how she was pleasing you, how you were under her.

“ V-Vanessa!! S-stop it please!! “

“ no..I think you’re having fun…I don’t wanna stop that~ “

Vanessa fingers quicker as she added her point finger in. She’d bend down and leave thick hickeys on your thighs, marking you, owning you.

“ I can’t stand we share a last name, but atleast you make a good fuck toy…”

The rude name made you blush, and throw your head back even farther. Vanessa made her fingers curl to hit that spot and put your over the moon. You couldn’t stand it, you had to cum, you couldn’t hold it any longer.

Your legs quivered from your heavy orgasim only a few moments later, as you began to tighten around her fingers. You closed your eyes and panted, only to be greeted by a hard slap against your pussy. Vanessa scowled at you, slapping you again.

“ you didn’t ask. You didn’t get permission to cum. So you know what bad fuck toys get? Punishment. “

She slapped her hand against your quivering cunt again, again, and again. You let out cries of ruined pleasure, tears streaming down your face.

“ I’m sorry! I’m sorry p-please stop! “

She pulled back, mumbling under her breath, before cutting the restraints off you. She stood up and fixed herself, heading towards the door before stopping.

“ your gonna go and get dressed, without panties. You’re gonna come downstairs and lay with me on that couch and watch something. And if fucking wanna touch you you’ll let me, understand? “

“ y….yes Vanessa…”

Vanessa stormed out, you weakly wobbled off the bed, throwing your clothes backs on. Your wrists where marked with the zip ties, you rubbed them gently as your made your way downstairs, sitting next to Vanessa, who pulled you into her as she started some random movie. You were hers, you couldn’t change it now. Your stepsisters whore.

[vampucci]

MUTUAL AID + ART COMMISSIONS

Latasha is a 17 year old kid who recently got a place to stay through a housing program after being homeless for several years. Within the last two months she’s had the cops called on her for going in a gym to get out of the cold, gotten pneumonia, been diagnosed with severe asthma, gone to the ER twice, found out she was on the hook for the previous tenant’s unpaid electrical bill, and she’s had to pay out of pocket for expensive medication to survive multiple times. She recently had to evacuate her apartment building because the heating was off during a winter storm, and then when her case manager made complaints, the landlord filed a restraining order against her and Latasha was evicted. She was unable to get her stuff back before being placed in her new unit.

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So donate to her venmo @latashasmith63112 to get a fun picture from me!!! 😎

I mostly do single-character illustration (so stuff like OCs, DnD characters, your special guy), but I can and will draw anything within reason—just ask. For OCs I’d like some form of reference.

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You’re free to negotiate! These are very loose guidelines because I’m happy to be flexible if it encourages you to donate, so if you want something and only have so much to give, ask me anyway.

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[nekokoaa]

The Agreement - Miguel O'Hara x Therapist!Reader (IV)

Summary: It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

In other words, you and Miguel make a deal.

Rated Explicit, fluff, smut

14K words | (4/5) chapters

On AO3 ----> HERE

Chapters:

(I) (II) (III) (IV) (V)

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You had a feeling that if you were to pull against the red web around your wrist, you would dislocate it. That’s how tight it was. Tight and strangely warm against your skin. Warm like those eyes that peered up at you, not particularly the look of them but the feel of them scanning your face… and your lips.

You were riveted to the bed, knees pressed into the plush mattress underneath as your arm was suspended in the air. Your web that hit the ceiling was rendered useless, growing limp like an abandoned spider’s web in a gentle breeze.

Miguel sat up and tugged on his web to sever yours and your arm fell to your lap. Weird how it felt like you were a thief caught in the middle of your heist while Miguel was the cop, holding the keys to your handcuffs. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

What could you say? You fucked up. You broke the agreement and kissed him. All you wanted to do was run back to your office—maybe even back to your universe. Anywhere but here.

“Just release me.”

“And then what are you going to do? Run away? Like always?”

“Just release your web, Miguel.”

“I just want to talk.”

“We can talk without me being tied up.”

“And how do I know you’re not going to run?”

“I’m not. I promise…”

Miguel looked reluctant to do so like if he were to let you go, you would slip away from him, maybe even forever. Keeping you bound to him made him feel secure and confident that you would stay no matter what. 

After a long look, Miguel severed his web and you tore the sticky substance from your wrist, pried it out of your hands and threw it on the floor. A burning sensation was left on your skin so you began to rub your bruised wrists. His web really squeezed the life out of you.

And he noticed, “didn’t mean it—didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“And same here…” you shrugged. “About the kiss, I mean.”

“It was…”

“A mistake.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So… you rubbing my cheek and leaning down to kiss me on my lips was a mistake.”

“Uhhhaaye—yeah.”

“Do you even hear yourself?”

“I wish I didn’t, in fact, I want to leave.”

It was like his hand replaced his web, grabbing your wrist as he pulled himself close to you until you felt his chest by your shoulder. His voice came out low like he was in a crowded room and didn’t want anyone to hear. “We should be adults about this… maybe recognize the giant spider—elephant, or whatever in the room.”

“There’s nothing to recognize. What I did was… inappropriate. We had a deal as doctor and patient and I crossed the line.”

“What I want to know is why?”

“Huh?”

“Why’d you kiss me?” It was at that moment where his eyes fell to your lips and then boomerang back to your eyes. It wasn’t like he was hiding it. He did it more times than you could count.

“I—” you stopped yourself. The words became stuck in your throat. He wanted you to recognize the elephant in the room but you had a hard time doing so. Probably because you were afraid of what could come after. Love? A relationship? Pain? Or worse… being used as stress relief. So you swallowed the words you wanted to say and redirected. “Well, why did you remove part of your mask when I did?”

Unlike you, Miguel was honest and never mince his words. “Cause I wanted to.” 

The heat radiating from him was like a furnace and when he shifted even closer to you, nearly towering over your form even while sitting, you found yourself needing to breathe.

“Wanted to what…?”

“You’re really going to make me say it when you don't even want to,” he whispered, half annoyed and half… amused. He refused to say it too, opting to lower his head close to yours until his lips were hot against your cheek. Stilling your breath even as your heart raced, feeling those tremors along your skin—like lightning traveling through clouds. He pulled away, breath shuddering, the wetness left behind hot on your cheek. He didn’t need to say it, honestly, his actions spoke for him.

“But aren’t you afraid of this… what this could become?”

You felt the need to ask since he had such darkness in his eyes, like you gave him (and even yourself) one last chance to reconsider. You and him were both rational people, but you knew emotions could throw that out of the window. You didn’t want whatever was happening to be something he regretted later on. However, those steady ruby reds already answered your question long before he spoke it.

“All I know is what I want,” and then he kissed you, feverishly, on your lips. Groaning when he did as large hands moved to the small of your back and the back of your head, fingers buried into your hair and nearly digging into your scalp. You relaxed in his hold, giving in, sighing, loving how his lips felt against yours. So smooth, so supple, wet and irresistible—like a drug, you couldn’t get enough. Your breaths became one, tangled in a heated mess. That same heat rushed through your body and settled in your belly, simmering. 

You whispered his name, your eyes heavy-lidded with lust and he responded with something of a moan and a growl. You didn’t realize how heavy he could become until he was pushing his weight on you. Your back met with the plush bed and Miguel stationed himself on top of you, right between your legs. His hand had bumped Charlotte’s Web in the process, causing it to tumble to the ground with a heavy thud. You locked your arms around him, hands moving to his neck, shoulders and back, feeling the muscles of his shoulder blades protrude just as he pried your lips open with his tongue.

You allowed him in and let him taste your tongue, your inner cheeks, your teeth—everything and he let you do the same. You explored until you got too curious and your tongue brushed the bottom of his fangs, splitting a small part of your tongue’s flesh as you tasted iron and pain.

But neither did either of you care and the open kisses continued with saliva, blood and all. Kissing until you felt the room start to spin and his hand moved from holding your jaw south to your neck and settled on your breast. Earning a gasp from you when he gave it a soft squeeze.

“Wait,” you managed to breathe out between kisses. “I don’t want to go too far…”

Immediately, he lifted his hand off your breast. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“I know,” his kisses were back, soft upon your cheek and then trailed the corner of your lips, nearly lulling you back in your desire spell. But your head was a little clear from the lusty smog for you to listen to reason. “But maybe we should take this slow—maybe even talk some more? About this? About… us?”

You could tell Miguel wasn’t exactly in a talking mood. He released a long exhale through his nose and his bed dipped around you when he moved off of you. Sitting, his back was slightly hunched as he threw a hand through his brown locks.

“Clearly, there’s something between us that goes beyond our agreement—something that we can explore, if you want?” Sitting up, you let out an exhale of your own, really to calm your beating heart from all the excitement from before.

“I’d like that. Exploring, yeah.” He nodded, and then silence after. The hazy heat and tension from before was finally dispelled and now both of you were left to process what exactly just happened moments ago—how far both of you could’ve gone.

You couldn’t sit in this room any longer thinking about this. You glanced at your Gizmo. “I’m sorry, I have a session coming up. I’m sure you have some work to get done, right?”

“Uh-yeah, sure.”

“Then we’ll chat about this later.”

Before you stood up, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. This took him by surprise at first but then you felt him relax and his arms went around your waist to hold you close. You then broke the kiss, pulling your head back with a hum that made Miguel follow, still wanting a taste of you. You didn’t let him.

“Later, Miguel,” you said lowly, before you slipped yourself out of his hold and walked out of his room, leaving Miguel on his bed with Charlotte’s Web by his feet.

Lately, your days have been a little brighter like you were viewing the world through a kaleidoscope or stained glass windows. Its colors were so vivid and striking that you wished to relive each day the moment it ended. You figured that’s what love did to a person. It was an emotion you haven’t felt since you first dated Harry albeit was jaded compared to what you were feeling now.

Life was a bowl of cherries.

Your love for Miguel, despite the prolonged sexual tension, was all but innocent. Kisses here and there when no one was looking, lingering gazes from across the room, hand holding. What you really loved was talking to him. He no longer had that cold exterior during the beginning of your sessions. He spoke to you like a partner, an ally—equals. Sometimes even confiding in you about missions. You shared your ideas and he absorbed them like a sponge, loving how you expressed yourself eloquently without fear. 

Even Jess and Peter could tell something had changed within him—He was his own definition of “nicer” to them. And of course, they saw how he looked at you. He was absolutely enamored by you. 

Granted, you haven’t really talked about your relationship with Miguel since the day you kissed. Both of you were living in the moment, enjoying each other, what you called “exploring” that other time. You didn’t know if you two were exclusive, but you couldn’t deny the tension whenever you two were together. You only hoped it was genuine from him and not something motivated by his loneliness.

After a rare late night session with Hobie, you webbed yourself to Miguel’s office quietly, treading around the wall and ceiling. Miguel was on his floating platform, occupied with after mission reports documented on each of his screens. You lowered yourself with your web head first, turning your body upright as you got closer to the platform. Once your feet touched the ground, Miguel knew you were behind him.

“You’re a pretty noisy spider, you know?” He turned slightly to look at you, a wide enough smile on his face that showed his fangs. You gave him one of your own.

“I thought I was quiet enough.” You pranced towards him and he opened his arms and accepted your embrace. You were swallowed by his arms as your body was squeezed against his large form. It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, but damn, was he a sight for sore eyes.

“ Te ves hermosa hoy ,” he said, slightly pulling away as his arms were still around you.

“Thank you,” you glanced down at yourself, wondering if you were wearing anything special. “It’s just my same old suit though.”

He looked you over again, his smile growing wider. “I know.”

Miguel then pressed his lips against your cheek and that fluttering warm feeling blossomed and spread throughout your body.

“Anyway, why are you here so late? Your work ends at five, right?” He released you, turning around to direct his attention to his work. Amazing how he could go from being soft to authoritative in seconds.

“I had a late night session.”

“Late night session, didn’t know you gave those.”

“I don’t. It’s Hobie’s preferred time for his session. Haven’t had one in a while since Gwen joined though.”

Miguel’s fingers froze for a few seconds before he continued to type. “I see…”

“It never really feels like a session with him. He barely talks about himself, sort of like how you were.”

“Hm-mm…”

“But I like his sessions. It’s like speaking to an old friend sometimes. Though it did take me a while to understand what he was saying, haha.”

“...”

When you didn’t hear anything from him, you moved closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Are you listening?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah… I’m definitely listening,” you saw him roll his eyes.

“What’s with that face?”

“What face?”

It seems like Miguel was oblivious to how he looked. His eyebrows were furrowed, mouth pulled in a deep upwards pout. He looked like his expression would be under the definition of the word sulk in a dictionary. It was so obvious to you that he was jealous, something that he wouldn’t want to ever admit.

So you thought of something that would ease whatever was going on in his head. “Hey… let’s get out of here.”

“Can’t. I have a few more reports to review.”

“Which can be saved till tomorrow. I haven’t had time to explore Nueva York and I’ve been here for a while now. Maybe you can show me around?”

You then trapped his arm within your grasp, making sure your breasts were pushed up against him. Even though they were hidden behind the fabrics of your suit, the feel of them still managed to pull Miguel’s attention off of his work. You smiled when his red eyes met yours.

“Please?”

Another squeeze of his arm seems to have done it. “ Tú serás mi muerte, mi reina . Come on, let's go.”

You released him, hopping in excitement before leading him out of his office. You heard a call from within, Lyla was watching you two with a grin before she waved you off.

“Have fun, you two!”

The scent of Uptown Nueva York was like a new car, crisp, lotioned leather with a hint of luxe and dew from the greenery spaces on the map. It was nothing like the New York you knew that smelt of hot dogs and chicken gyros from the trusty Halal carts or the occasional exhaust from cars and the trains under the asphalt. The city still held its title of “never sleeping” even during an aged night. LED lights of towering skyscrapers and flying cars replaced the stars in the sky, lighting up your view as you swung your body in the air. Your webs propelled you into the night with Miguel right behind you. Like red glow sticks thrown in a concert, his webs menacingly pierced the dark and latched on to each building, lugging his body forward until he was briefly near you, eyes meeting… and then gravity would separate you two, falling until your webs would save you again.

Your joyous laughs echoed into the heavens as you felt the wind against your suit. Your webs brought you back into the skies, you turned until your back faced the ground and you stared up at the black sky—wide and beautiful in all its glory. The view quickly got better as Miguel propelled himself above you. The backdrop of the black sky making the reds of his suit shine even more brilliantly in the dark.

“Hold on to me!” he yelled above the roar of the winds and you complied. You threw your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You braced yourself as you felt your stomach doing flips—both because you two were now falling and how your legs locked around his lean figure.

He quickly spread his arms and a web-like cape appeared under them and strapped to the back of his thighs like a flying squirrel. It immediately slowed down the drastic descent and began to glide you two through the air like a reeling kite.

You unravel your arms from his neck, allowing yourself to hang upside down. The ground became your sky, arms stretched out towards it as the cars below looked like tiny orderly stars among a galaxy. You removed your mask and felt the wind kiss your cheeks. Your hair responding wildly as it moved frantically with the wind. It’s been a while since you felt this way—absolutely elated, weightless… and free. Freedom. That’s what it was. Freedom. Free from all of your work, your stress. That pressure that lived on your shoulders was gone. No responsibilities piling up in your head. 

Nothing on your mind except the man you love. 

“This. is. so. cool!!” You exclaimed with a laugh.

“C-Careful!” Miguel straightened his form to adjust to your movements. Any awkward shift in his balance could make him lose the wind current he was riding.

You lifted yourself up, returning your arms around his neck. Despite the chill of the wind, Miguel’s body was incredibly warm. It also looked like he was admiring the view from below, something he never had time to see since he was always working in his dark office. It was good to take a break every once in a while.

“Like the view?” He asked you, projecting his voice so it wouldn’t be drowned out by the wind.

You grinned, eyes tracing his face that was hidden behind his mask. “Oh yeah, it’s perfect .”

And then you pressed your lips to his sharp jaw and neck. 

First, you felt his entire body flinch and then his form broke, whatever wind current he was riding was left behind as you two began to fall out of the sky… and without a building in sight to throw your webs to. Miguel cursed, his cape flapping behind him retracted into his suit. His head snapped wildly around his surroundings, thinking of his next move before he suddenly barked.

“I told you to be careful!”

“I didn’t think such a big man like yourself would get flustered from a kiss!” You screamed.

“Flustered…!?”

You rolled your eyes, detaching yourself from him, and slipping your mask on before you straightened out your body to fall faster. Even though there were no skyscrapers in this general area, you had a feeling you’d be able to latch on to something to stop your impending doom. 

Miguel was calling you, sounding a bit desperate. He was trying to catch up to the speed of your fall. The ground was getting closer and closer. The objects that looked like dots in the skies were starting to morph into their true form. Your eyes scoured the grounds for anything, anything that you could shoot your web to. But there was nothing below you but the green fields, streets, and sidewalks. You thought it was stupid they didn’t think of planting any trees in some of these parks.

The ground was possibly seconds away. Your heart hammered within your chest and the hairs on your skin began to stand, a dull pain appearing in your head. Your spider sense was telling you you were in danger.

There was something. Something that caught your eye and made you scream.

“Miguel!” You pointed to the side just as your web shot out into the air. Miguel followed where you pointed and it only took him seconds to catch on. His red web followed yours and wrapped itself around a brightly lit street light. You managed to pull yourself towards it before you hit the ground but the momentum of your fall had caused you to swing high in the air. Miguel too, whose web managed to become tangled with yours. 

With a heavy “oof,” your body collided with his, he murmured an apology before he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you against him. Good thing your bodies were pretty indestructible to most things.

You and Miguel were now dangling from the street light, swaying and spinning slightly. The red and white webs twisted together like rope as the light shined down on both of your bodies.

“What a rush, huh?” You let out a short laugh and Miguel just sighed, his hold on you growing tighter. He was just relieved you were safe.

Distant voices could be heard coming from the sidewalk. Below were construction workers who had just finished their shift and were heading downtown to return home. It was then that they noticed Miguel dangling from the street light.

“Ay Spider-man…!” One of the construction workers greeted Miguel before giving him a double look, noticing you in his arms. “And… Spider-woman?!”

Both you and Miguel webbed out of there before they could ask any more questions.

Truly, this city never sleeps. Even as the clock approached 2 AM, the streets were lively with cars and people moving about. A late Friday night filled with the laughs from corporate executives and stakeholders leaving lush bars before heading home to their sky rise apartments. You and Miguel retreated to the top of one of them where you had a view of the sparkling city, it wasn’t as great as the one when you were in the air but it still left you in awe.

“Amazing what New York has become…” you were sitting with your legs folded in a pretzel. Your head rested on your palm as the city lights were being reflected in your eyes.

Miguel shrugged his shoulders. He was lying on his back, staring up at the starless black sky. “It only got better at hiding its problems. People are still suffering right under the rich’s noses and they don’t care.”

“I guess it’s not much different then. What’s the saying again? You can dress a girl all you want with the finest silk for a queen but she’ll still be a bitch?”

Miguel laughed, making your heart skip. “What kind of saying is that?”

“Isn’t that how it goes?”

“I never heard that in my life.”

“Could be a year 2023 thing.”

“If you say so.”

Still admiring the view, you noticed a building that seemed to glow brighter than the ones surrounding it. When you checked the map on your Gizmo, you realized what part of the city you were in.

“Hey… is that the MET?”

“The museum? Yeah, when Nueva York was being rebuilt, all the rich got together and helped with the redesign of the museum. I’m sure it looks different from the one in your universe.”

“It looks insane!” You exclaimed. “Back when I was a student, I used to go to the MET with my sketch book to kill time.”

“You can draw?” There were so many things Miguel didn’t know about you. You were like a novel. With every turn of your page, he was learning something new about you. 

“Hm-mm, I had half a mind back then to change my major to art design whenever I was stressed out about my exams, but my professors all convinced me there were no jobs for art majors so I stuck with psychology and went on to get my doctorate.”

“If art was what you wanted to do, you could’ve gone for it. As long as you are doing what you love, right?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love both psychology and art, but I couldn’t choose both. And I guess you can say my professors scared me. They knew I would be a brilliant doctor and they didn’t want me to throw it all away to pursue art.”

“Hm, sounds similar to me except it was genetics and soccer.” You tried to imagine Miguel as a professional soccer player. It came easy, seeing him run across the field with a ball or maybe even as a goalie. And honestly, he had the perfect ass for it. “I can’t say I was pressured to pick between the two but I did want to give my mother a better life and when I got an internship to work at Alchemax, well… I didn’t think twice. She… She didn’t get to watch my success but I crawled my way out of Downtown and now look where I am.”

“Making strides as the boss of the Spider Society. I’m sure she would be proud of you.”

“Of course,” Miguel watched as you lay beside him, feeling the warmth of your body on his right side. The smile on your face made you look so beautiful under the dim lighting of the surrounding buildings. “You should show me your drawings sometime.”

“S-Sure, I mean—they’re back at my apartment but I can go pick it up one of these days.”

“Or I can come visit?” The way he asked, he was so confident about it—like there was no possible way you would deny him. And then there was this tiny smile on his face that could’ve been mistaken for a smirk. He was trailing his fingers down from your elbow to your forearm until he reached your palm. His touch tickled.

“If I can come to yours…” you returned his smile, a bit more mischievous than his. Shifting until your upper half hovered over him. His eyes dropped to your lips like it always did whenever you were this close to him.

“You’re always welcome, mi reina .” He sounded warm like honey that had you humming like a buzzing bee and when you pressed your lips against his, you felt a familiar flame ignite inside you. The kiss was soft, innocent with no tongues involved. It was always a treat to kiss his plump lips like it was a reward at the end of a rough work day. That didn’t seem too bad to imagine. Coming home to his embrace, to his lips, to Miguel.

Once you pulled away, Miguel noticed your mischievous smile got bigger, not expecting to hear the next words out of your mouth:

“Now, let’s sneak into the MET.”

Sneaking into the MET was no easy feat. You would think they were guarding the president’s house with the amount of guards and security cameras around and inside the perimeter. The front of the building still had its iconic water fountains but it was grander, bigger, with LED lights shooting into the air. The stairs that led up to the entrance were wider as heavily armed guards stood at the top. Currently, you and Miguel were balancing on a thin narrow platform that stuck out from the side of the building, a blind spot for the cameras. Miguel was perched into a deep squat as he typed away at a hologram keyboard projected from his watch.

“How long would we have, Lyla?”

The A.I appeared by his knuckles with a smile, humming. “You guys should be invisible to the cameras for about 20 minutes once you’re inside! After that, the system will notice the hack and reset itself. As for the guards, I was able to copy the live footage of all the cameras and send it to your Gizmos. If a guard is close, it’ll alert you.”

“Way to go, Lyla!” You and Lyla shared a high five. 

“Anything for the person who finally took this guy out of his cave!” She gleamed.

“A–Y–You know what—! How about you just—!” Out of frustration, Miguel tried to grab Lyla who just kept disappearing out of his fist.

“Remember, 20 minutes and have fun, you two!” Lyla soon disappeared, making Miguel sigh heavily, sinking lower into his bad posture.

“Ugh… I need to… reprogram her or something.”

“You know you’re not gonna do that, come on, I want to check out the Greek exhibit.”

You and Miguel approached one of the vents at the top of the building. Miguel’s fingers slipped between the openings of the vent cover and ripped it off with his bare strength. You didn’t miss the way his biceps flexed when he did it and his back muscles became so prominent in that simple motion. Damn . How could he be so big? Was he always at the gym or was this just pure genetics?

“How about you take a picture?”

“W-what?” Miguel then slipped into the vent after his sarcastic remark, leaving you dumbfounded on the roof. You didn’t think you were being that obvious. “And Peter said he wasn’t funny…” You grumbled before following him down the vent.

Inside the vents were surprisingly spacious. Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow through, probably the ventilation system working to keep the building at a certain temperature. It was your Gizmos that guided you through the vents. When Lyla had scanned the building, it included a pathway to all of the exhibits. Sometimes you would catch a peek of each exhibit through the tiny openings of the vents. One of them had caught your eye and made you lag behind. When Miguel noticed, he barked, flicking his head in the direction he was facing:

“Hey! The Greek exhibit is this way!”

You were looking into the openings under you. “I know, but you guys have an early 2000s exhibit? No way! Is that the first iPhone?”

“We don’t have the time!”

You sighed, “I know, I know… I’m coming.”

You and Miguel soon reach the opening that led to the Greek exhibit. Miguel already started to wedge the screws out of the panel with his talons and slowly lifted the cover off, revealing the white marble floors and two guards having a conversation below.

With a nod at Miguel, you gently crawled onto the ceiling, craning your neck up to keep your eyes on the guards. Suddenly, you felt the surface you were sticking on begin to tremble as Miguel lodged his talons into the ceiling causing small parts of it to break off and hurl to the floor towards the guards. You gasped, immediately shooting your webs to catch them before they could notice.

“Miguel!” Your voice didn’t go higher than a whisper.

“I can’t stick to surfaces like you!” He whisper-screamed back.

“Then just wait here. Gosh, I wouldn’t be surprised if they send you bills for damages because of those claws…”

Miguel just looked at you. His mask creased due to his furrowed brows. He neither denied nor confirmed it.

It didn’t take long for the guards below to move on to the next area. With a quick look at your Gizmo, there were no guards in the area and that was your cue to web yourself down. Lyla was kind enough to add a timer for when the cameras would turn back on, leaving 13 minutes left to explore the exhibit. 

It was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. Despite New York’s catastrophic destruction that gave way to the Nueva York you see today, some of the sculptures you knew were reduced to a marble limb, head or weirdly enough, a genital. On the plaque, it mentioned the names of the citizens who fought to preserve history—you assumed it was the rich people who donated to the museum that Miguel mentioned earlier.

You continued down the exhibit, feeling somewhat disappointed. Everything was destroyed, most just a pile of rubble. You failed to see how any of it was preserved in their eyes. 

Entering the terracotta pots section, most if not all were shattered as well, like someone had taken a bat and swung with all their might. The beautiful designs that told the myths of the Grecian heroes and gods were nothing but pieces of forgotten tales you wouldn’t even tell your children at night. 

In the innermost section of the room, you noticed a spotlight beaming down on one of the glass fixtures. With a closer look, there was a ceramic vase inside that was completely intact. Its black and bronze colors shined under the light as if it had just polished an hour ago. The imagery of a man and a woman in various positions was decorated around the vase; the tale of Hades and Persephone.

It was a story you often heard, retold in many different ways to make it more morally correct. It even found its way into your sketchbook, not in the most desirable version since at the time you were dating Harry and you drew it with him in mind.

Still, you were happy to see the vase survived the chaos—like the love Hades had for Persephone transcended time and even destruction.

Admiring the vase had distracted you that you didn’t notice a maskless Miguel appearing on the other side of the glass fixture. You would think his gaze would’ve followed yours, tracing the delicate detailing of the vase. But instead, it was on you, watching the joy in your eyes—luminous in light were they—that it had his heart thumping harder than normal.

And then you looked up, meeting his stare through the glass. Your lips separated to gasp. It was nothing short of an inaudible inhale, feeling the weight of his eyes on your face. You couldn’t hold his stare any longer, so you cast your eyes down for a moment as warmth pervaded your cheeks. You never thought of yourself as shy, but Miguel made you feel like a guileless girl in love sometimes.

You walked along the fixture and he followed, red eyes still penetrating the pellucid glass to view the beauty he saw. The only piece of art he was interested in seeing: You.

You smiled at him, lightly, eyes flicked up to meet again. Your heart was loud in your ears causing a ruckus in your chest. Your steps were slow which in turn made him match your pace. And then finally you found yourself right in front of him with nothing separating you but air.

Your name came out soft when he spoke it, airy and nearly breathless. You could tell he wanted to say something but he held it in his throat and let it become a lump that pained him.

“Yeah?”

He looked… uncomfortable. Whatever he wanted to say, he felt it best to withhold it. “I-It’s time to go.”

“Oh...” You glanced at your Gizmo, only a few minutes remained. You figured it was a good idea to leave with a few extra minutes to spare. “Wish we could’ve seen the other exhibits. Maybe we should come back another time?”

“Hey!” A voice rippled out.

Miguel had quickly moved in front of you as his mask generated around his head, immediately shielding his identity. Because of his quick thinking, it gave you time to manually slip your own mask on, internally wishing you had the same type of suit as Miguel.

“What are you doing here?! You’re trespassing!”

“We’re just… passing by,” Miguel held his hands up to show he meant no harm to the older man. You were a little confused because your Gizmos should’ve alerted you if a guard was nearby. You moved out from behind Miguel, revealing yourself to the man. That’s when you saw the cleaning robot in his arms. He was a janitor.

He gave another look over at Miguel and then narrowed his eyes when they landed on you. “I don’t know if you youngsters thought this was Comic Con or the Met Gala but you better make your way out of here or I’ll call the cops! We’re closed!”

You could tell Miguel didn’t appreciate being called a cosplayer by the old janitor. Before he could open his mouth to retort, you took a step forward.

“Closed! Got it! We’re going. No cops, okay?” You shot a web towards the ceiling just as the Gizmo on your wrist started to vibrate.

“Wait.” The janitor held a shaky finger up.

“No waiting, we’re leaving, remember?” You looked at Miguel and then flick your eyes up towards the ceiling, but he was still held up over the janitor’s comments.

“This guy really thinks I’m a cosplayer… Isn’t it obvious I’m the real one and not some cheap impersonation?!”

“We don’t have any time to waste!” You gestured to your Gizmo. Time was dwindling down and Miguel all but glanced at it, returning his attention to the janitor when he spoke up again.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” the old janitor reached into his pockets and pulled out a pair of glasses. He fixed them on his face while his mouth hung ajar like his dentures were loose. “Now I know who you are!” He inhaled, “you’re one of those mascots from Time Square. I see you two every day on my commute.”

“You gotta be joking!” Miguel shouted, “you know this suit cost more than what you made your entire life, old man!”

You were now pulling his arm. “Miguel!”

“Freeze!”

A group of armed guards filed into the exhibit, pointing their guns at you and Miguel. You could tell they looked just as confused as the old man when they took a look at the situation.

“Ah, shit…” You sighed, raising your hands to show them you meant no harm. Miguel’s shoulders just physically dropped like he was exhausted from all the bullshit.

Some of the guards glanced at each other, a few of them lowering their guns when they recognized Miguel. “Oh, Spider-Man…? What are you doing here?” Then their stares turn to you, the confusion in their eyes growing. “And a Spider-Woman…?”

“Finally, someone with eyes.” Miguel groaned, rolling his eyes. 

“But… when was there a Spider-Woman…?” It was a question that sparked a bit of fear in you. You didn’t know if your presence would mess with any of the canons in Miguel’s universe. He didn’t seem bothered when you looked at him, only annoyed at the fact that he was not only interrupted but insulted. 

“It’s nothing to concern yourselves with, I was here to investigate a disturbance I received, but clearly it was nothing but a prank call. We’ll be leaving now.” You felt Miguel’s hand on the small of your back. He was signaling for you to get ready to leave.

Despite Miguel’s explanation, the guards were still on edge. Their guns shook in their hands while their eyes were still on you. Fingers slowly crawled onto the trigger of their guns even though they were lowered towards the ground. They began to whisper to themselves.

“I don’t know, guys… there’s something weird going on here. There is no Spider-Woman… and if there’s no Spider-Woman, how can we trust that’s the real Spider-Man…?”

The guards shared looks for a moment. Silence surrounded them as their stares returned to you and Miguel. Their guns no longer shook in their grasp. They were firmly gripped as they pointed to the floors. But not a second went by until the barrels of the guns were pointed in your direction. You assumed the guards had doubted your identity, that you understood, but Miguel’s? That was their “friendly” neighborhood Spider-Man.

“No one will get hurt, if you just come with us!” They yelled. You noticed the old janitor left, probably escorted to somewhere safe.

Miguel pinched where the bridge of his nose would be before he waved the guards away. “Okay, I had enough of you, losers.”

His bright red web then shot out towards the group of guards, separating into a web that tangled a few of them within it. Shots wildly came from their guns in a sea of panic as they screamed for you two to stop. You and Miguel were already swinging in the air, your webs aimed at subduing the guards and their guns. Bullets and webs were exchanged and just when you thought their numbers were dwindling, many more had taken their place.

You dodged more bullets that came your way, some of them nearly missing you, making your Spidey Senses ache in your head. You then heard your name from Miguel, who swung near you. A simple glance and you knew how he wanted to escape. As smart as Miguel was, he always picked to get out of situations using his brute strength. 

The wall-to-ceiling windows ahead of you were the perfect getaway. Your webs shot to the glass, making yourself into a bullet as you hurled yourself towards it feet first. Miguel did the same except his talons were out, shattering the glass once it made contact. The two of you burst through windows, glass and bullets flying in all directions. 

The guards' screams could be heard as the two of you fell towards the city, disappearing in the dark areas of the streets.

With it now being 3 AM, you still felt the night was young, simply because you didn’t want it to end. When you two landed on the balcony of a high-rise apartment, you were balancing and walking on the handrail as the landing of the balcony was on your right and the vast cityscape was on your left. Miguel was standing on the balcony, watching you with the slightest softness in his eyes. For once, you were towering over him.

“This was fun,” you beamed. “It’s been a long time since I was just Spider-Woman. Not a therapist, not an ex-wife, not a part of the Spider Society… Just Spider-Woman. Thank you, Miguel.” You didn’t expect Miguel to hold out his hand towards you. You blinked at it at first until you slowly slid your hand on top of his. With a soft tug, he guided you off the handrail and now he was back to towering over you.

“Don’t mention it,” his voice was gentle along with his eyes. You saw a completely different side of Miguel than his usual authoritative side. He often gave the presence of a stern CEO who would be prowling around the office to see if everyone was doing their job. The sight of him was so severe that some of the spiders didn’t even greet him when he walked by them in the cafeteria. There was a barrier around him that was hot to the touch and you were probably the second person to phase through it. The first one being his daughter from E-011.

Miguel left you with a small smile, turning around to walk towards the doors that lead into the apartment.

“Umm… I know we just broke into the MET, but you can’t just go into someone’s home.”

He walked through the sliding doors into the main area, alerting the sensors that flickered the lights on, revealing a modern living space. With a slight turn of his head, he said:

“This is my apartment.”

Your mouth dropped, eyes widening. “Ah… Oh.”

“Do you want to come in?”

You took a step forward. Some part of you felt like once you went in, it would change the dynamic of your relationship forever. You almost wanted to turn on your heels and leave, but the smile on Miguel’s face was so inviting despite the shadows of the night casting over it, the light of his apartment hitting his back. “You said I was always welcome, right?”

“When have I ever lied, mi reina ?” He said before retreating to the left.

“Then maybe just a few minutes,” you mumbled mostly to yourself as you followed him in, soon greeted by the brightness of the lights hanging on the high ceilings and the white walls and furniture. Everything looked sleek and… expensive. Probably the couch alone costs more than everything in your apartment.

“Want any tea, water, beer?” Miguel called out from somewhere. He was no longer in the general living space and was deep in another part of the apartment, probably in the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m good with water!”

You continued to roam around his apartment during his absence. It was lightly decorated, almost as if it was a staged viewing on a realtor’s website. It looked like no one had stepped in here for a while except for the maid who probably came to clean every week. Despite that, there was a hint of Miguel around, particularly on the side tables that had pictures of his family. There was a photo of him, his mother, and another man who you assumed was his brother. And then there was another one of Miguel and Gabriella, a still image of the video you caught him watching in his office a couple of times. He would swipe the video away just as you would approach. You didn’t miss the sadness in his eyes when he would look at you after, trying to hide it by hurrying you to start the session. That was around when Miguel was getting used to your visits.

Now that you think about it, Miguel hasn’t watched the recording of his beloved daughter in weeks.

“It’s been a long time since I saw a new face here.” Lyla showed up out of nowhere, lying on her stomach with her feet up and crossed like she was lounging on a couch. A tiny magazine was laid out in front of her. You weren’t surprised that Lyla had access to his apartment too. 

“I’m guessing he’s been single for a while.”

“Waaay too long. You’re like a breath of fresh air for him, you know? I never seen him look like that before, even with his previous girlfriends.”

“I didn’t think he was that serious about me.”

“Girl, you know I’m rooting for you. Don’t let me down because you have doubts,” she pushed a lucent finger to your nose and then she disappeared. The only thing left of her were her pixels that lingered like fairy dust.

Shortly after, Miguel emerged from the kitchen with a glass full of water in his hands and a smile. The same one you saw in his picture with Gabriella. The light in his eyes shined bright in excitement with a hint of warmth that made your skin tingle. Lyla’s words had gotten into your head. The very thought of Miguel being serious about his affections had made you more conscious about how he looked at you. You couldn’t recall when he started to look at you like you were holding his heart.

Your skin flushed at the thought of possibly having something serious with Miguel. Heat rose not only from within but from around you, bringing moisture to your temple until it rolled down the side of your face. You expected Miguel’s smile to stay when he got closer but it slowly dropped as he peered into your face. What was on your face?

You brought a hand to your temple, wiping the warm sweat away. A searing sting made its appearance and a glance at your hand made you realize it wasn’t sweat at all. Red stained your fingers.

It was blood.

“Hang on, I’ll get the first aid.” Miguel quickly announced, setting your water down on the coffee table before rushing up the stairs.

You figured one of the guards' bullets must have grazed the side of your head. You weren’t the best self-healer in the Spider Society. The most your body did was stop the bleeding when your adrenaline kicked in. Once relaxed, you usually would have to tend to your wounds.

Not really wanting to wait for Miguel, you followed him up the stairs where you were met with a hallway with many doors. How many rooms does one guy need? The one at the end was left ajar so you pushed it open and found Miguel searching through his drawers. 

“Did I take too long?” He asked as he noticed you, pulling the first aid out of his drawer.

“No, I just… wanted to see you.”

He smiled at this. You internally rejoice at the sight of it again. “You saw me all night, mi reina . Can’t get enough?”

You knew he was teasing you but how would he have reacted if you said you couldn’t?

“Come, let me patch you up.” You saw him gesture to the chair beside him but you opted to sit on his king-sized bed instead. The surprised look in his eyes was one for the history books. In the back of his mind, he knew what happened the last time you two were sitting on a bed together. He gave you a stare, one that lasted too long in your head before he joined you, the bed dipping with his heavy weight as he settled the first aid kit on his lap.

“Should you sit on my lap this time?” You teased him too, grinning and earning a chuckle from him.

“You’re funny,” he left it at that, shifting his focus to wiping the blood off your face.

“I thought you lived at HQ?”

“I do most of the time. I had this apartment before I was Spider-Man. Before everything.”

You wondered how Miguel was before he was Spider-Man. Was he sadder? Happier? You assumed it was the latter since he admitted he didn’t want this life of heroism. His face was rather expressionless when you glanced at it, either he didn’t want to delve into it or he was too focused on placing the bandage on your forehead.

“All done,” he started to pack the first aid kit away. Before he could get up to return it to his drawer, he was stopped by your hand that slid on his angled cheek. There was a moment of silence between you two, both because Miguel was patiently waiting for you to speak and you becoming nearly speechless under his red gaze.

“Thank you, seriously, for everything. You don’t know how much this night means to me.”

“ Mi reina, ” you loved how your pet name sounded so warm in his voice. His smile was as light as his eyes. “I should be thanking you. I would’ve been stuck in my office if you didn’t invite me out.”

“Glad I did then…” Smiles were shared as your hand remained warm on his face. The silence returned like a gentle breeze, cascading over the two of you. It wasn’t awkward—far from it. You were enjoying his company, seemingly getting closer to him just as you felt his warmth penetrating your suit when his large hands slid around your sides and settled on the small of your back. The might of his height still had you stretching up just to level your head with his for a kiss. You didn’t have to stretch too far as he met you halfway, humming sweetly to the feel of your lips as his hands held you in place. 

And when you pulled your head back, you sighed contently, stroking his cheek and jaw with your palm, the very very light stubble that began to spout over the night started to prick your skin. This moment felt different than all the times you were alone with Miguel. It could’ve been the dimmed lighting of his bedroom, or the close proximity of your bodies, or perhaps the dark look he gave that roared with unquiet desire. Whatever it was, you wished it would not go away but grow into the images you conjure in your head of him pressing you into the bed and plunging into your heat.

Your hand slowly slid from his cheek, down to his neck and broad shoulder. He allowed the nanotech fibers of his suits to separate just enough to have your hand touch his bare skin. Like a spotlight in a dark room, your hand continued to map out the toned muscles of his arm and then you moved to his sculpted chest, down between his pecs until you reached his washboard abs of his narrow thick waist. You heard and felt him take a deep breath through his stomach, feeling his abs contract until he released his breath through his lips. 

“What are we, doc?” His question was a whisper hanging in the air. Your hand remained on his middle abdomen between the separated fabrics, hot and lightly doused in sweat. You moved until both of your knees were pressed into the bed, lifting one leg to the other side of Miguel to straddle his lap. 

“More than what we said we were.”

“Then it’s safe to say we want to make this official, right?”

You nearly squealed at the word ‘official,’  settling with a sheepish smile instead. “Y-Yeah. If you’re okay with me.”

“I’m more than okay with you.” He brushed a few stray strands of hair off your forehead. “But are you sure… with me?” 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

That look on his face returned again. The one from the MET that looked like all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. This time he forced it out, his fingers squeezing your waist as the words flowed from his mouth like a dam had busted open. 

“There are some things… some things that I can do that may not be the right decision but the necessary one. I may not be the nicest guy around—or the funniest. There are days when I just can’t sleep, can’t eat… can’t move. Days when all I do is work. All for the greater good. All for everything.” Miguel’s hand went on your face, his thumb brushed your cheek in a light caress. His red eyes searched within your own as you leaned into his touch. “Still, you would give me a chance knowing that…?”

It was like Miguel couldn’t believe someone such as yourself was even interested in being with him. With his bad qualities and all? People usually avoided him unless they were Lyla, daft (Peter B) or forced to work with him (Jess). But to have someone willingly be there for him simply because they enjoyed his company, it felt like a dream he would soon wake up from. Reality crushing him the moment his eyes would open to an empty cold spot on his bed serving as a reminder that he was destined to be alone.

Miguel didn’t know what was going on in that head of yours. If your eyes filled with devotion and your infectious smile had to speak for it, it was probably easier for him to assume you fell into the category of being daft because not even Miguel himself could come up with a reason why anyone would want to stay with him. He was a broken man who wanted nothing more than to be whole again.

Your hands had slid from the back of his neck to the top of his shoulders. With a not-so-light push, Miguel found himself lying flat on his bed and then the mattress started to dip around him when you stationed yourself above him, hands on the mattress next to both sides of his head. The mischievous smile on your face was all too familiar.

“From the moment you opened a portal in my apartment, you sealed your fate with me, Blue Panther.” Perhaps you went a little too far in your teasing because Miguel was staring up at you through his furrowed brows once he heard the forbidden name “Blue Panther” from your lips. Especially coming from the MET where the guards and janitor didn’t believe he was Spider-Man, he didn’t want to hear you mischaracterize him even if it was a joke.

You half regretted it—only half because Miguel had literally turned the tables on you, grabbing your body and throwing you down on the bed, claiming his rightful spot above your body, your legs deliciously split for him. You laughed a laugh that turned into a low gasp when you felt his heavy weight press into your body. He lowered his face close to yours until all you could feel was his breath caressing your lips. Your other half—your other half craved for this. To have his large body hot against yours, feeling absolutely crushed by his weight, leaving you no choice but to surrender to his advances—willingly, of course.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he practically growled as it rumbled against your skin and then his lips sealed whatever fleeting chuckles were coming out of you. You threw your arms around his back, fingers digging into his shoulder while you pressed the back of his head like you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

His hand roamed your body, from your thighs to your sides, waist and then breasts. He nearly pulled at your suit, wanting to tear it with his talons but he risked taking your skin along with it so he settled for squeezing every part of your body as he could. Surely, he was only moments away from seeing you bare.

You were being devoured as you submitted yourself to him. Quick to separate your lips to invite his tongue in. He was no stranger to the way you kissed and accepted your invitation with a delightful groan. His body, getting heavier and heavier against yours. His hips rubbed on yours to rut away the bundle of pleasure that began to blossom around his crotch. 

How sweet his lips were. Always so full, soft and warm. Always like honey. Even with the lingering scent of sweat and bodily odor filling both of your nostrils, neither of you wanted to pull apart.

“I need a shower,” Miguel half groaned, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“We both do.” Your hands traced down his spine and then stopped to give his firm tush a handful squeeze. What a weighty moan that came from him after and it caused him to jerk his hips forward. The mere force of it made you bounce, already teasing you with what’s to come. You almost wanted to say fuck it to the shower but you knew you wanted to freshen yourself up down there.

“You first?” You nodded at Miguel’s suggestion, slipping out from under him before he could lay any more kisses on you and escape into his en-suite bathroom.

While he heard the hum of the shower, Miguel spent a moment calming himself down, returning to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands resting where the ghost of your touch lingered on his lower abdomen. Any lower and he would be touching the bulge of his crotch that trembled in excitement. He sighed as he couldn’t believe he was already this hard from such a short interaction from you. It was easy to blame it all on not being sexually active for a long time, but he knew that wasn’t the reason. The way you were looking at him with big eyes, how your hand felt on his skin, the weight of your body on top of his, he wanted nothing more than to throw you on your back and make you his. 

Tonight would be the night, he guessed.

“Lyla.”

Lyla appeared out of thin air with a smile. “Yes, Miguel?”

“Shut off for tonight or sleep mode—just stay away from here.”

She looked at him for a moment, her eyebrows raising while her smile got annoyingly wider.

“Okaaaaaay, Miguel,” she left Miguel with a wink before she disappeared, earning a heavy sigh from him. 

Your shower felt like hours to Miguel but it was really only a few minutes. When you emerged from the bathroom, the steam spilled into the room and you were only in just a towel. Your hair was slightly damp and stuck to your moist skin. There was this glow about you that had Miguel gawking at you for a moment and then he gravitated to you like something had pulled him. Arms circled around your figure, his hands felt out your curves as he could feel the heat of your body through the cool soft bristles of your towel. He lowered himself to plant a kiss on your lips, just as delicious even when wet.

You were smiling in the kiss, one hand clutching the top of your slipping towel while the other caressed his snatched waist. His lips then travel to your neck, loud sucking sounds on the way there as you were suddenly squeezed into his heavy embrace that nearly made you lose balance.

“Enough,” you pushed him towards the bathroom with one arm, a giggle leaving you as you moved to fix your towel. “Get in there, stinky man.”

Miguel laughed, loudly, genuinely. His cheeks were pushed up, making his eyes appear smaller than they were. He soon disappeared into his steamy bathroom and you were left to prepare yourself for the night ahead. It didn’t really settle in what you were about to do until you were sitting on his bed with the towel off your body and you were slipping on one of his T-shirts you found in his closet—oversized to where it was hanging off one of your shoulders. A musky scent with a hint of vanilla lingered in the cotton fabric.

Were you ready for this? Boundaries were about to be crossed. After tonight, no longer would you two just be colleagues with a common goal, or a doctor and a patient with an agreement between them. You’ll be… dare you say it, lovers.

That feeling of wanting to leave resurfaced again. Not because of Miguel, but because you were afraid of what this could become. When you make a decision, you have to live with it and hope to fix any mistakes that come with it. That means risking the relationship you already have with Miguel. It was hard not to think of what would happen if you two didn’t work out. Perhaps it was better to just… not think of it and enjoy the night.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened.

Your doubts were thrown out the window once you saw Miguel emerge from the bathroom with the steam surrounding him like a prize reveal. A small towel was tied around his hips as water stuck to his bronze skin like dew on a plant. His muscular body was thick as you eyed the ridges and curves of his muscles, from his arms, chest abs, legs… gosh, back to his abs again. His face.

Miguel was doing the same to you once you stood up, noticing you were being swallowed by one of his shirts that hung loosely around your body like an oversized dress. Your bare legs sticking out from under them. He knew—he just knew you weren’t wearing any underwear under there. And that simple thought had his dick pushing up against his towel. 

You were fast when you approached him, practically throwing yourself at him. Your leg lifted up in a poor attempt to wrap around his hip but when he helped prop it up by grabbing your leg behind your knee, you grew brave and lifted your other leg off the ground. He was now holding you up by your legs and thighs as they were wrapped around his torso, nearly bringing you up to his height. The grip of them, preventing his towel from dropping and giving you a delightful view.

“ Que mujer impaciente, ” he commented with a breathy chuckle before he kissed you several times and with every departure left a loud smack in the air. He carried you to the bed, the sound of his feet against the floor heavy and wet.

You were definitely feeling impatient. “I just… can’t take it anymore. I want this. I want you,” you told him, using your legs to squeeze his body. He sighed, like he had to calm himself down before he got too excited. Hearing those words from you… it’s all he wanted to hear from someone. It made his heart swell with joy to the point where he couldn’t stop the smile on his face even as he kissed you.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you want.” You then felt your world shift, and the plush mattress was now beneath your body and the high ceilings hung above your head. Miguel moved into your view like a cloud partially blocking the sun. The shadow of his large figure cast over your form as he positioned himself above you. His towel was no longer around his waist, discarded somewhere besides the bed once your legs loosened and remained open for him to fill the space.

“Is Lyla off…?” You asked as Miguel began to tug off your shirt, lifting it over your head before he jumbled it up into a ball and tossed it behind him. His eyes weren’t shy at all, taking in the sight of your breasts that were now revealed to him. Every curve, blemish, and pigment of the flesh. Your nipples were flat, but slowly, they were growing erect out in the open.  

“She’s in sleep mode,” he then lowered himself, giving your right nipple a long lick. You sighed, your body flinched at the feel of his warm tongue. A simple touch and you could already feel your insides stirring. He flicked his tongue just as your nipple began to swell in his mouth while his hand slid under your breast squeezing it with a claw-like grip. You squirmed at his touch, pressing deeper into the plush mattress, your head sinking into the fat pillows. He gave much love to your skin between your breasts, open-mouth kisses that left your skin moist with his saliva and then you found him on your left nipple, giving the same amount of licks and sucks as the other one.

And as he helped himself to your breasts, your hands took the luxury of caressing his head, fingers buried into his wavy brown locks. His hand that held your breast traveled south. The calluses of his palms against the skin of your stomach. Further south, he reached your light pubic hairs, barely hiding your folds from his fingers. Your leg twitched in excitement at his touch that caressed your lower lips and then he spread them, lightly pressing on your sensitive clit. Your toes curled as the heat started to pool at your lower belly.

“Oh Miguel…” you gasped, reaching to grab his shoulder that belonged to the same side where his hand was between your legs.

“Already so wet for me?” He spoke lowly, feeling his breath tickle the skin of your breast as his fingers moved lower to feel the wetness pooling around your hole.

“Yes… when you’re touching me like this,” you whimpered through your gasps, slowly moving your hips to match the rhythm of his fingers. How they rub your delicate sensitive nub while occasionally teasing to enter your wet hole. And then when his tongue returned to lapping around your left nipple, you couldn’t stop the quiet trembles of your body, pleasure coursing through you—building and building.

You let out a soft moan when his fingers had enough and plunged into your heated hole, feeling your insides stretch and form around them. Your juices squelched and sang praises, inviting him deeper as he slid in and out—in and out. It felt so, so good. Like a teaser for what’s to come. 

Miguel’s lips soon left your nipple and were pressed against your lips. A slow, gentle kiss that swallowed your lovely moans. 

“Mm, your lips taste sweet, mi reina . I wonder what the other ones taste like.” The smirk that came after his words should’ve been illegal. Especially when he was still fingering you.

“You should go find out,” you responded breathlessly, your heart pounding rapidly as all he did was retreat south without another word. His fingers pulled from your hole, leaving you empty but you knew it would soon be replaced with something better, more pleasurable.

He continued south, occasionally pressing his lips to the skin of your stomach, thighs, inner thighs, until he was in front and center of your cunt.

“You’re even beautiful down here…” you managed to hear his whisper, his compliment making your heart flutter as your body began to flush. You felt the heat of his eyes on your core, taking in the sight of your clit and vaginal lips. 

Miguel then dragged his tongue through your wet folds, humming when he did as your sweet nectar pooled against his taste buds. It was such a light lick, you barely felt it. Like a tease of what’s to come. When he dived back in, it was with more force, his warm tongue probing your moist hole, dipping in and out. His fingers attached themselves to your clit, rubbing vertically, adding to your arousal. Your toes began to curl. Your gasps turned into quiet moans. Your hands fisted the sheets.

Miguel was so skillful. You couldn’t remember the last time someone went down on you. Harry certainly never did and those regrettable one night stands after your divorce were just that… regrettable.

“You’re so good at this…” you whispered, mostly to yourself. It brought a smile to his lips, a handsome one that flashed his fangs before he continued his assault between your wet folds. You felt a familiar pressure building with every caress and stroke of your insides. You couldn’t help but roll your hips against his face, wanting nothing but the pleasure he was giving you. His name was a gasp, a whisper, a moan. Your words urged him for more as the heat pooled around your lower stomach just as he began to pick up speed. You glanced down, seeing your legs spread and Miguel’s brown locks in between them. Such a wonderful sight. You wanted to burn it into your memory and never forget this moment.

Your moans became louder and so did his. You felt it vibrating your cunt, adding to the pleasure—like a cord being pulled until it could no longer be. And when his lapping tongue ceased and was replaced with his fingers plunging into you instead, that cord snapped and you let out a wanton cry. Your orgasm washed over you, making your body tremble as your back lifted in a perfect arch.

He continued to pump your fingers through your ecstasy—until your lovely moans settled into quiet pants. He then began to travel up, leaving kisses on his body as if to reward you. He stopped for a while at your breasts, engulfing your nipple in his mouth and swirling it around his tongue. His other hand accompanying your other breast, squeezing and messaging the plump flesh.

And when his attention on your breast ceased, his lips returned to yours for a deep kiss.

“Enjoyed your meal?” You said between breathy kisses and then you felt him smile against your lips.

“ Estaba delicioso… every part of you tastes so good. Can’t get enough.” He breathed, like he was barely hanging on—drunk off of the pleasure of devouring your sweet juices. You could tell Miguel was far gone, fully controlled by his arousal as he constantly rolled his hips into yours, making his cock rub your clit a few times. It was already building your arousal again, the wetness between your legs was soaking the sheets under you.

“You ready for me?” He asked, groaning a little when you pushed your hips up to grind on him.

“You don’t want me to return the favor…?” You purred, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. Miguel pressed his lips to your flushed cheek, smiling down at you.

“I would love that, mi reina , but right now, I really just want to fuck you.”

Your laughs echoed in his room. “Look who’s the impatient one now? Come here. ” You threw your arm around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. Now with a little more force, your fingers buried in his brown wavy hair, kisses getting rougher

While you were pressing hot kisses to his neck and collarbones, Miguel was reaching over to pull out the drawer of his end table. He started to search around inside and then he cursed when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. You had a feeling what it was.

“It’s not like I can get pregnant…” you told him and his body went still as the realization came to him. He slowly retracted his arm and his red eyes looked soft from above. You couldn’t tell what was going on in his head but when he said his next words, it was barely a whisper.

“As long as you’re okay without it.”

“I am…” you nodded to reassure him, pulling him down to reunite with his lips. His kisses were gentle this time—like he was savoring the moment. A hand ghosted over your breast, down your stomach until it lingered between your widening legs. The nudge at your wet entrance had relaxed you into the bed, gasping as you felt yourself being lovingly stretched by his bare cock soon after. You moaned his name so sweetly, your eyes closing while his lips continued to love against your jaw and neck. His hips pressed forward, his cock moved deeper, your body molded around his size. Despite there being such a contrast to your bodies, you felt like you completed him—that you were meant for him. Why ever did he think he was alone when you were right under his nose?

You never felt so full before—full of cock and nothing else. A steady heat burned your insides, pulsing deep. It left you breathless and hot like the kisses he laid on you. His large hand rested on your head, thumb pressing into your temple, a whisper of your name had made you look at him.

“I love it…” you moaned, eyes hazy. He smiled a handsome one and responded by retreating his hips and then pressing it forward. His cock nearly slipped out and then filled you up again. His thrusts were as steady as his grunts—not too hard but not soft either. 

It was like you were being swallowed by him, drowning in his incredibly large body as it was draped around you. Pinned by his might, making you unable to even lift your hips to meet his thrusts. You took what he gave you, blow after blow, pleasure after pleasure. Your nails pressed into his shoulders and arms, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. 

You were drowning—drowning in the pleasure he was giving you. Your mind was only on Miguel and his cock, in a trance that made you feel you had lost your sanity.

“I love it, love, l-love… yes… I-I love this… Miguel, please …” you begged, feeling the pressure rising from below. Miguel just responded with a low breathy groan against your face as his pace quickened.

With the faint sound of skin slapping mixed with both of your pants and moans as the immodest melody in his room, Miguel suddenly picked you up effortlessly, switching positions to where you resided on top as you sat on his thighs. Regardless, it didn’t stop the rhythm. You rolled your hips down on him, using every muscle in your abdomen and thighs to do so.

“D-Dance on me, baby… Just like that… Haaah … muy bien …” Miguel moaned as his hands roamed your hips before he squeezed and guided them, lifting and slamming them back down. Even in sex, Miguel was a commander, wanting to control the situation regardless if he was on top or not. And as his underling, you followed his command, allowing yourself to be dominated. At this point, you really just wanted to orgasm.

You were making yourself deaf with your whines. His dick was hitting you from a different angle in all the right spots that it had brought tears to your eyes. It was too much! The pressure you felt reached a tipping point like a cannon ready to shoot.

“I-I need… I’m coming, M-Miguel…” you moaned as Miguel looked into the glassy curves of your eyes. Still relentless in his guidance as he continued to move your hips with his hands and then you felt something snap. Your thighs jolted and pleasure shot up your stomach like several lightning strikes upon the ground, each earning a wanton moan that quaked your body and arched your back.

Miguel didn’t let you rest. 

With his might, you found yourself on your back again, legs returning in the air and Miguel fucking you through your orgasm. He was desperate to reach his own peak, this time thrusting into you so hard you were bouncing against his bed. You practically squealed as his cock stroked your sensitive walls, just as loud was the wetness from your orgasm squelching with every thrust of his hips. Miguel was moaning your name, rubbing his head into yours as he connected your foreheads. Dazed red eyes peered into yours and waves of his breath tickled your lips. He was so drunk off of lust that you believed Miguel lost his mind—fully controlled by his male instincts. It was carnal. Animalistic. Out of all the sides of Miguel, you loved this one the best.

It was proof that you were needed. He needed you for something, whether you were still doubtful about his affection towards you or not, how you were making him feel right now was something that could tie you to him forever. 

And therefore, would never have to be alone in your white-walled apartment again.

With a stuttering groan and growl-like undertones, Miguel’s fangs were bared against your cheek when he came inside you, but not too hard to where it could puncture your skin and have his venom sink into your bloodstream. How thrilling, you thought, just as you felt your breasts bounce from the last remaining thrusts Miguel gave. His fangs were replaced by his lips that showered your face with kisses. His hand wasn’t shy to give your breasts a gentle squeeze before it traveled up to your face to hold your chin.

“ Mi amor… ” he breathed against your cheek. His body was getting hotter to the touch when he peered his deep red eyes into your half-lidded ones. “I don’t want this to end…”

You swallowed air, sucking in your bottom lip to lather it wet with your tongue. Miguel watched it all, particularly how your throat moved when air moved down your pipe. He couldn’t help drag his lips across the skin of your neck, making a pitiful gasp sound from you as you muttered the words: “Me too.”

The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a slanted smirk. “Then turn around for me.”

And so you did until your stomach faced the bed, ass propped up by your knees that were pressed into the mattress. You heard Miguel make a sharp inhale as he peered down at your position. He had a clear view of your wet cunt dripping with his cum—like he was staring at the center of a bloomed rose covered in dew. 

He dragged his thumb against your entrance and you moaned as your sensitive cunt fluttered from his touch. Then he positioned himself to where his cock directly lined with your opening, his hands cupped your buttcheeks when he moved to grab your hips. You spread your legs wider and arched your back, throwing your head to the side in a failed attempt to watch Miguel split you open.

He slipped inside, his hips meeting yours with a sharp thrust. You let out a moan that possibly penetrated the walls, feeling his dick move in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. You didn’t know where he was hiding this stamina, fucking you like it wasn’t the second time this night. His grunts were monstrous as he fell over you, his body completely covered you and pushed you against the bed. He locked his arm around your neck, holding your head between his biceps. Your fingers were anchored to the pillows by your head, squeezing until your veins popped from your skin. 

“Every night… mi reina… I’ll fuck you like this… every night…” He whispered into your neck over the clapping sounds of your hips, fangs bared and nearly pressed against your skin. “You hear me?”

All you could do was whimper to every fuck he gave you. Pleasure stroked your insides, rocked your soul as he thrusted into all the right angles. Soon, his fingers were in your mouth and you lathered your tongue around his digits, soaking it in your saliva while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

Surely, this night was far from over.

The sunlight from the window was spilling into the cream-colored carpet of Miguel’s bedroom. Parts of it fell upon the sheets of his bed, specifically where legs and feet were tangled underneath. Bare bodies coated with dried sweat shifted closer to each other, still craving each other’s heat even after a rigorous night as one. 

You were still asleep, of course. After exerting yourself, it was expected. Miguel woke up not too long ago, mostly in a daze until he felt your warm body against his and your head using his arm as a pillow. Warmth wasn’t only coming from your body, it came from within his heart as memories of last night resurfaced. It was something he imagined far too often—literally plagued his thoughts every time he laid eyes on you… and it finally happened. 

For once, Miguel didn’t wake up alone. There was someone beside him. Someone who cared about him. 

He brushed a few strands of hair from your cheek, making you smack your lips together in your sleep. He thought you looked so cute. He always did from the moment he saw your profile on his monitor before he recruited you, and it only grew the more he saw you around the base. But Miguel had banished himself from unnecessarily engaging with people outside of his universe—especially after Gabriella. It was to protect the universe… but mostly, it was him accepting that he was meant to be alone.

Miguel wrapped an arm around your body, pressing you against his chest. His hand grabbed your shoulder against the bed while his lips kissed your other one. His red eyes glowed despite his room getting brighter from the sun.

Being with you made him think otherwise. Perhaps this was fate telling him he was meant for someone. And even if it wasn’t… he would do everything in his power to keep you with him. He wasn’t going to allow another person he loved to disappear from him. Never again . 

“You have sooo many missed calls.” Lyla appeared above him. She held out her phone to him, scrolling through a very long list of missed calls, most from Peter B and Jess.

“Yeah… hm-mm, just tell them I’m busy,” Miguel had tugged the covers higher over your already-covered body, for no apparent reason other than the fact that he didn’t want anyone to see you including Lyla.

“Busy?” Lyla put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I’m on a mission, I’m at the doctor, I’m dead , any excuse, Lyla—just go.” Miguel sighed and Lyla disappeared with whatever excuse she could come up with. Knowing her, it was going to be something outrageous—he would have to mentally prepare for it when he goes into headquarters today. 

“Didn’t mean to get in the way of your work…” Miguel’s heart fluttered when he heard your voice. He saw that you were awake, looking up at him with a lopsided smile because half of your face was squished against his arm.

“No, no, no…never,” he smiled and caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “More importantly, how are you feeling?”

“Amazing. Warm… and happy,” you chuckled, giving his bicep a light squeeze. “Sore too…”

He kissed your neck, “next time, I’ll be more gentle.”

“There’s a next time?”

“You… you don’t want a next time?”

“I’m kidding, big man,” you laughed. “You’re stuck with me, remember?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You and Miguel shared a long kiss that embodied the love you had for each other. No longer did both your hearts ache from loneliness, it was instead ignited by the desire to be with one another for as long as you could.

Yes, Life was a bowl of cherries… but sooner or later everyone reaches the pit.

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[mylovenox]

hey! how are u?? sorry if i'm bothering but could u do headcanons of Vance Hopper x Male reader who is like very sweet, kind but also very insecure and sensitive? love your writing!!

have a good day/night<3

Yes sir I gotchu :3

I’m honestly sooo in love with Vance Hopper dude it’s not even funny- Also like- IM SO SORRY FOR IT TAKING SO DAMN LIKE FOR YOU TO GET THIS-😭 I’ve been struggling a lot so I haven’t had the energy to write but please request as my as you want because it will ALWAYS. Get done :3

TW kissing, fighting, cussing- I’m dumb ash so tell me if there’s more

Vance Hopper x male reader headcanons <3

⋆Vance adores how sweet you are, he loves that you’re still sweet and kind even when he’s upset about something. (When’s he not?🥰)

⋆If anyone and I mean anyone. Says anything that even the slightest bit upset you or makes you feel bad about yourself we all already know that persons gonna have a trip to the hospital.

⋆because your his boyfriend? He’s not gonna let anyone make his partner feel bad in any sense.

⋆if he’s ever done/said smth that made you get all sensitive he’d feel really bad. Tho Vance is rude and violent in the movie he still would put his whole life into making sure he never did something to get you in a state like that.

⋆he loves you a lot! You’re the best boyfriend he could ask for!

⋆you guys listen to music all the time together whether it’s blondie, the runaways, kizz, weezer, Joan Jett, The Cramps.

⋆i think his fav song is Cherry Bomb by the runaways. Because who could blame him? It’s an amazing ass song!

⋆Vance definitely likes caramel candy- just had to say that-

⋆again Vance loves how sweet you are. A lot of the time he’ll go to you when upset just to hear your soft voice tell him that everything is okay

⋆he loves seeing your sweet adorable smile.

⋆he loves seeing how sweet and kind you are to others

⋆and ya a lot of people do think your relationship is “weird” because Vance is loud, aggressive and rude and your quiet, soft and sweet

⋆opposites attract 🤷🏻 I don’t make the rules.

⋆if he ever says something that makes you feel insecure he’d feel horrible. He’d be all over you, kiss you everywhere especially where he made you feel insecure and if it’s nothing with your body then he’d kiss your head as a way to “kiss away the thought”

⋆you guys definitely go on walks in the forest.

⋆he buys those bags of gummy’s that have gummy rings in them and he’d take all the gummy rings and purpose to you with them all and put every single one on your fingers.

“My beloved Y/N..will you make me the happiest guy alive and be my husband forever?”

⋆he’d say teasingly and kiss your check/lips after

⋆Vance obviously LOVES dogs. Tiny dogs- big dogs- he loves them!

⋆I can’t really see him as a cat person but at the same time I do….maybe it’s just if the cat is resting on his lap while he does whatever.

⋆one time you and Vance went to the grab ‘n’ go and were getting slushies and someone had randomly pointed at you and laughed an oh boy. They knew what they had coming. Vance set his slushie down and kissed your nose and told you to look away or don’t get close and then went up to the boy and proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of him and you had to drag Vance out (leaving your slushies behind😔🤙🏻) and run off to hide because the cashier called the cops.

⋆for Valentine’s Day he got you a teddy bear and took you to grab ‘n’ go to get a bunch of snacks you wanted and then you guys would go home and watch movies all night.

⋆for Valentine’s Day one of the things you got him was matching pj pants which he loved-!!

⋆I see you guys baking to together even if he smashes and egg on your head just for the fun of it🥰🤙🏻 but if that upset you in anyway and made you sad he’d apologize and help you clean it out of your hair before giving you a gentle kiss on the hand

⋆gives you lots of piggy back rides and I mean a lot- he also does the thing where he pretends drop you but doesn’t actually, but he’ll stop if you don’t like that

⋆just cuz he loves you sm :)

⋆he sneaks through your window a lot and stays that night, your caregiver wasn’t to happy at first but saw how happy you were and you guys were also so cute sleeping together. They definitely took photos and there’s some around the house in frames.

⋆whenever he doesn’t come over you guys call alllll night!

OMGG!! This was so cute to make:) lmk if I should do more because I so will 🤗

[cerastes]

I think my least favorite take, opinion, whatever you want to call it, is “why did Arknights not say the Inquisition was bad?”. It applies to any event, really, replace Inquisition with whatever the Authority Figure Organization is involved, and hell, I even agree with the sentiment sometimes, Arknights’ not flawless, but for the most part: You need to read better. You are playing the Game That Doesn’t Say Things Explicitly. It tends not to say things explicitly, turns out.

It kind of bugs me opening my inbox and seeing something to the effect of “I’m uncomfortable about Irene because she’s technically a cop, why is she not Condemned for it?” First of all, shame on your for wanting all of the art you peruse instantly moralized, to the point it needs to somehow involved a shovelful of The Opinion, served explicitly, at the drop of a hat. That aside, the Inquisition is not put on a good light to say the least, so even then the point is moot. Irene’s journey is very much seeing with her own eyes that “the Inquisition raised me, I respect and love the people I’ve met in it, as they do me, and the dogma surrounding the Inquisition is an important brick in the temple that is my life” necessarily is something that exists alongside “the Inquisition does in fact leave the imperiled to be doomed, and sees human life more as numbers and resources than human lives, the dogma is built, necessarily, on oppression of others as a means of fostering order and morale, and I’ve benefited directly from this privilege”, and that she has to make a decision. High Inquisitor Dario, her mentor and foster father, tells her as much: “Once you see things with your eyes, you have to make a decision”. Irene does in fact make her decision, leaving the Inquisition and the mentorship of The Highest Of Inquisitors, Saint Carmen himself, who was going to take her in and basically assure her a seat as a High Inquisitor in the future, because she found the latter realization to weight more than the former. In her own words, Irene decided to step away from this, because if she remained in the Inquisition, she’d only forever perpetuate the oppression on the Aegir, among other things.

Now, there’s definitely more to say about the Inquisition of Iberia, but I’m focusing on Irene here: Do you think it’d make sense for her to just suddenly have a moment of clarity, in the middle of all that fighting and struggling to stay alive, say “I’m antifa now, actually” and discard everything that has been her life until that moment just like that? If you do think so, I hope you don’t write anything soon. Your desire for catharsis is not unimportant, but the narrative shouldn’t have to accommodate for it in the most neckbreak way possible, and if you do need it to do that, then read something else, there are reads and games like that elsewhere (for example, Tales of the Abyss has the main character do an absolute 180 from one moment to another after a specific event in its story), but also do show some respect for the fact that Irene, in a way that resembles what anyone who just had her entire world view challenged not once, but twice (Under Tides and Stultifera Navis) would act, allows herself some time apart from the tension of the Big Happenings of the event, actually digest the paradigm shift, the loss of someone important to her, what to do with all the new information she has and what the experiences have taught her, and grow out from there organically. 

What I’m trying to say is that I’d rather have less “conclusive” overdone neckbreak moments of “you know what? Fuck this! Fuck you!” and maybe let the characters in any given narrative seep and stew into what happened and what happens from there on. Take, for example, Full Metal Alchemist, in which certain important characters have a real moment of “Hey... Are we... The bad guys?” that shapes the events of an entire, important part of the story long term, slowly, with the gravitas it deserves.

[menofchaos]

Coco

Part VI: His Eyes

Note: I’m not sure when I hit 1k followers but I wanna thank all of you from the bottom of my heart! Thank you for reading my stuff and loving these boys with me. In other news, I'm back with our favorite jailbird and her journey with our favorite sniper. If anyone wants more, please reblog, like, comment or let me know in my ask! I love hearing feedback on my stuff and talking about Coco ofc. Gif credit to the talented @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @spideyspeaches.

Part V

Coco,

I’m so sorry our visit got cut short. I was so fucking pissed. When I first got in here, I would cause trouble all the time. I don’t really have a life outside so I didn’t care if I got extra time. I haven’t really been rolling like that for a while because I’m fucking tired of doing time. I wanna drink and fuck and be outside. Do whatever I want, you know? But one of my bunkies allegedly got in a fight on the yard and the cops assumed I orchestrated it which is fucking stupid. They suspended my mail privileges “as a precaution.” Pendejos. You’re literally the only one I talk to. They just fuck with me when they can. We were just getting comfortable :( Hopefully those dickwads didn’t put you off to another visit? Or put you off me in general? I liked seeing you. Did you ever cut that girl off? How’s your daughter? I’m working on another tattoo for you. I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever and I don’t like it. 

Nyx

PS I miss those beautiful eyes

Nyx,

Ma I’m not gonna lie. I was worried. I’m glad you’re okay tho. COs are always shit. They definitely didn’t put me off you or another visit. I’ll check work tomorrow and let you know when I can come back. My first stint I felt the same way. No family who gives a fuck, friends who forget about you as soon as the cop car is around the block. When you get out, we’ll meet up and I’ll help you do all the things you missed. If you’re down. My kid is good, she thought it was so hilarious that I was worried. I don’t usually get worked up over women like that. I did cut the one chick off, sorta abandoned the whole roster now that I think about it. What are you drawing me now? I’m definitely missing watching you squirm from just looking at you. Be good so I can come back for a full visit.

Coco

PS and your drama ain’t a burden. I got you. 

Coco,

Your last letter made me feel more than my entire last relationship. Fuck. I’m good, I promise. All in one pretty little piece where you left me. Where do I even start? I believe you just offered to fuck me and the thought of your eyes during sex? I’m tingling. You were worried about me? Worked up about me? I have a feeling that doesn’t happen at all and that makes me happy. Because I don’t usually get attached easily either but I think I am. At least I feel it with you. I don’t wanna ruin this though, for once in my life. You’re saying all the right things which scares the shit out of me but in the way that makes me wanna keep going. Does that make sense? I might be rambling. I’m just happy that you’re still wanting to be around at all. You abandoned the roster?? How come? The new drawing is a surprise.

Nyx

PS you say that now. Wait till I fuck up.

Nyx,

You’re funny. Your ex really ain’t shit if one letter from me made you feel more than his whole time with you. But I like that. You really into my eyes baby? Cause I liked watching you. I’ll make you feel more than a tingle when I get my hands on you for real. You’re right, I don’t get attached. But you made a lot of sense because I felt like I was reading my own thoughts. I wanna be careful with this. With you. I’m not going anywhere. We just gotta go with it for now, see where it takes us. I got a brother who can teach you how to handle a tattoo machine if you wanna learn. Won’t treat you like a shitty apprentice or anything either. I checked my work schedule. Three weeks and I’ll be back. I promise. I didn’t abandon the roster on purpose. I guess I just got bored of them.

Coco

PS I fuck up too. So I get it.

Coco,

My ex definitely wasn’t shit. Storing my shit while I’m locked up is the nicest thing he ever did for me. Fuck, getting your hands on me? That’s what you’re gonna say to me? Remember tho, I told you no dude has ever got me off. I’m glad we’re on the same page about this. For once, it feels nice to give a fuck. Especially since I know you get me. I’ve always wanted to be a tattoo artist and learn how to tattoo the right way. I’ve done a few tattoos when I was locked up but that’s it. You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to. I can figure something else out. THREE WEEKS?!!! :) I can’t wait. Can we hug this time? I wanna cop a feel ;)

Nyx

PS you always do.

Coco walked into the clubhouse, looking around quietly. Taza walked out from the bathroom, “Hermano,” he smiled, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yeah, man. You?”

Taza squeezed his shoulder, “All good. You looking for someone?”

“Hank?” he asked.

“He’s in the office,” Taza told him before heading to the bar.

Coco walked back outside, lighting a cigarette as he headed up to the office. When he opened the door, Hank was standing over Chucky’s shoulder with a stack of papers in his hand.

Chucky looked up and grinned, “Coco.”

Coco nodded, “Chucky. Hank.”

Hank glanced back at him through a pair of black rimmed glasses, “Bishop need me?”

“No, I uh…wanted to ask you something. Alone,” he added after a pause.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hank said and turned his attention back to the computer.

Coco went back outside but stayed close to the building, hiding from the harsh sun. He listened to Hank and Chucky go back and forth, a fond smile on his face. The door pushed open to reveal Hank, glasses off and no papers.

“Sorry, this customer keeps calling in, wanting impossible shit. Next time he starts demanding, I’m telling him to deal or I’m gonna beat his ass,” he shook his head as he lit a cigarette, “What’s up?” 

“I just had a favor to ask,” Coco murmured, “I have this…friend. She’s a dope artist and she wants to learn to tattoo.”

Hank smiled, “Have her come in, I’ll teach her.”

Coco put out his cigarette, “She can’t yet. She’s uh…she’s serving time.”

“This the girl I keep hearing about from the other guys?” Hank asked, “Why you were so upset a while back?”

He glanced over Hank’s shoulder at Gilly and Angel, cracking jokes and fixing a bike together. He nodded, “Yeah, she wrote me again. She’s alright.”

Hank followed his gaze and looked back at Coco, “You like this girl?“

Coco was smiling before he realized it, “Yeah. I do.”

“Good for you,” he pat Coco’s back, “Bring her in when she gets out. Teach her everything I know.”

“Thanks man,” Coco smiled, “I appreciate it.”

Hank nodded and went back in the office.

Nyx,

Would you rather me hold your stuff? We can hug this visit. I wanna cop a feel too. I can’t wait to see you baby. I remember you telling me no guy has ever gotten you off, bet I’ll be the first. I’ll come pick you up when you get out. Get you some tequila, take you to a beach house and make you cum all night. Order room service for whatever food you want. Sound like a good first day? I did a few things and you’re probably not gonna like them because I know you don’t like asking for shit. But I did it anyway. My brother said he’s down to teach you to tattoo when you get out. I also put money on your books. Not a lot. Stop glaring at me, I can feel the dirty look from here. Trust me, it’s for a selfish reason.

Coco

PS I gotta head out of town for a minute so I probably won’t be able to respond to your next letter until after my next visit. 10 days.

Coco,

You did not just offer to hold my stuff for me. And you sent money! Why? You’re right, I don’t like asking for shit. I don’t deserve you. What’s the selfish reason? That description of a first day made my nipples hard. Can it be a private beach so we can spend the whole time naked? Also thank your brother for me. My bunkie and your brother (same one?) are planning on meeting when she gets out. She has way less time than me. I don’t think I could’ve waited that long, not with the way those eyes made me feel when I saw them the first time. Ride safe, come to the visit in one piece please. 

Nyx

PS you’ll get your new drawing at the visit! 5 days!!!

Coco felt much different as he went through the motions for their second visit. He knew her better. He knew she felt something too. Something more. He sat down at the table, his eyes trained on the door. They swung open and he leaned back when a different inmate walked in. He heard a loud laugh from around the corner and his heart skipped. He stood up as Nyx walked in, a huge smile on her face as she joked with the woman in front of her. Her eyes found his while she was being uncuffed and her face lit up even more. 

“There you are,” she rubbed her wrists as she walked over.

“You okay?” he asked, stumbling when she threw herself into his arms.

Coco pulled her into a tight hug, smiling softly when he felt her tremble. He rubbed her back and closed his eyes, holding her close until a CO called her name. She sat down and looked away, bringing a hand up to her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked again, a little softer as he took her hand. He felt remnants of tears on her fingers, still watching her intently.

“Even your concerned stare makes me feel squirmy,” she joked, squeezing his hand, “I’m okay. I’m happy to see you. How was your trip?”

He smiled softly, “Long, too hot. Boring. Missed you.”

Nyx pushed some loose hair out of her eyes, “I missed you too. Now tell me why you put money on my books.”

“Cause I want you to call me,” he smirked, “Don’t wanna just hear your voice when I can make it over here.”

“You’re a secret romantic,” Nyx grinned.

He held up a finger to his lips and winked. She laughed and reached into her pocket. She set a folded piece of paper on the table.

“For me?” he asked, glancing at a curious CO.

“The drawing, remember?” she murmured, “I finished it. I mean, this one’s not really a tattoo. I just…started thinking about you and this came out.”

“Really?” Coco took the paper, “Should I look now?”

She nodded, “I didn’t get to see your reaction to the first one.”

He let her hand go and unfolded the paper, his eyes wide. It was a drawing of the two of them, Nyx in a bikini, Coco in swim trunks. It looked like a photo from a beach day. He looked up to see her fidgeting nervously with her id bracelet.

“This is crazy, baby,” he murmured, “You did all this from memory?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, “I kinda guessed on your tattoos and shit since I’ve only seen you dressed. So far,” Coco smirked, “But yeah.”

“Good enough till we get a real one,” he smiled and folded it back up, “I love it,” he tried to play it cool but it felt like his heart was about to fly out of his chest.

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

He nodded, “Hell yeah,” he put it in his shirt pocket, “Thank you.”

“It was inspired by your offer on my first day out,” she admitted, lacing their fingers together when he reached out again.

“Just let me know the date and I’ll be here,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“I still have a while to go,” she told him, “I get it if you don’t want to wait.”

Coco watched her body language change as she offered him an out. He tightened his grip on her hand, “Hey, what’d I say?” he murmured, “I got you. I’m not letting you rot in here. Not anymore.”

Nyx looked away before he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. He squeezed her hand again and she smiled uneasily.

“You gotta stop saying all the right things,” she joked.

“So I shouldn’t ask if you want me to hold your stuff again?” he smiled.

She laughed and wiped her eyes, “I can’t even help you move it, so no. It’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I didn’t ask for help. I don’t want him to pull some shit but if you don’t want to, I won’t.”

She frowned, “I just don’t wanna be a - “

“You aren’t a burden, baby,” he murmured, “I offered. And I got a team of brothers ready to help.”

“It would be nice to be done with him,” she admitted, “I just…what if something bad happens to us?”

Coco laced their fingers together, “I won’t take it out on your stuff, I swear,” he crossed his heart with his free hand.

Nyx smiled, “Cross your heart?”

“Hope to die,” he winked, grinning when she laughed.

Nyx,

Replaying the way you clung to me during our second hug. How you felt in my arms. It’s been a long time since I felt anything like this. I got all your stuff. I wish you could’ve seen his face when I rolled up 6 deep. He was pale as fuck. It was hilarious. It’s in my garage for now. My kid won’t stop making fun of me and my brothers aren’t any better. But you’re worth it ma. Gonna start coming up to see you more. I showed my kid the drawing, she loved it. She said she’s gonna ask you to draw for her too. Would you be cool if she wrote you too? You can say no if you want. I miss you.

Coco

PS I figured out why I abandoned the roster

[corrodededdie]

Kinktober Day 2: Floor Sex with Eddie Munson

eddie munson x f!reader, minors dni! WOW this took me forever and a day to get out. i wasn’t feeling inspired but then i realized… eddie’s van has a floor! i still struggled with this one so it may be all over the place. also i know i’m a few days behind now but i’m just going at my own pace!

desperate reader, slightly dominant eddie, pinning wrists down, slight degradation

Somehow, Eddie always knew what you needed.

On days where you just needed to talk and complain to get your thoughts and feelings out of your head, he was there to listen. On days when you barely felt up to saying a few words, Eddie would fill the silence by rambling on about anything to give your head a break from thinking.

On days like this when you needed mindless, forget-about-everything-else sex, Eddie was more than happy to be there for you and do whatever you wanted.

“Can you like, pull over? Somewhere?” You asked, your knee bouncing up and down while you fidgeted in the passenger seat.

“That bad, huh?” Eddie asked, side-eyeing you as a smile came to his lips. You huffed and rolled your eyes but nodded regardless. Eddie laughed once and shook his head. “Wait like, three more minutes—“

“Eddie,” you whined to cut him off.

Eddie just raised an eyebrow and glanced at you amusedly.

“Like I was saying, just wait a few more minutes and I’ll park somewhere less conspicuous,” he said as he shook his head once more. “As metal as fucking on the side of the road is, I can’t afford another run in with a cop right now.”

You giggled and nodded along.

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically. “But hurry.”

Eddie glanced at you again as he turned onto a road you didn’t think you recognized.

“You sure you don’t wanna talk about—“

“Nope,” you cut Eddie off, not trying to be rude. You had a sweet smile on your face. When you saw the hidden concern in Eddie’s eyes, you sighed a little. “Maybe after you fuck my brains out.”

That got Eddie to laugh, and you laughed with him. You didn’t want him to worry about you. There was nothing really bad that had happened, it was just a lot. You were pent up and frustrated and sometimes, this was all you needed. Eddie already knew that, but you could tell he was less worried when one of his hands reached over and rested on your thigh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as his thumb swiped back and forth. “I got ya’.”

You smiled and felt your cheeks heat up, and you couldn’t help getting slightly distracted by Eddie’s hand on you. Distracted enough that you didn’t realize that Eddie had now parked somewhere— wherever you were. You didn’t notice that the van had stopped until you heard Eddie undo his seatbelt.

You jumped slightly and moved your eyes from his hand on your thigh to his face for a moment before you were on him.

You had practically ripped your seatbelt off and launched yourself at him, not caring about whatever parts of the car were in the way between you.

Eddie grabbed your hips to steady you as your lips met, hungrily and messy. Your hands wound up in his hair while he pulled you in closer. It was an awkward position, you leaned over the median of the van, half in Eddie’s lap while you greedily made out with him. And it wasn’t enough.

“Eddie,” you breathed out between kisses. “I need you.”

Eddie stifled a moan and nodded.

“Get in the back,” he said, pushing you back slightly. You nodded quickly and hastily moved yourself off of him and crawled into the back of the van.

There were a couple blankets and pillows thrown around the back, but you didn’t care about comfort at the moment. You just wanted Eddie.

Eddie followed behind you and you whined quietly as you laid back and looked up at him looming over you. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug it up, but Eddie stopped you.

“That’s my job, isn’t it?” He asked as he took your hands and pinned them down next to either side of your head. You glared up at him and he smiled. “Impatient.”

You nodded and held your glare. Eddie smiled more and leaned down, just above your lips.

“Careful, princess,” he whispered. “I could tie you up back here and then drive you right back home without even touching you how you want me to.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

“No, please Eddie, don’t,” you said quickly. You were too riled up to really process that he wasn’t being serious.

Eddie laughed and kissed you while letting go of your hands. He moved his hands to the sides of your face and you whined at the touch. Just his bare hands on your skin seemed to add fuel to the fire.

“Eddie, please,” you panted as you arched your back to press yourself against him. “Now— I need it. Need you.”

Eddie groaned and gently bit your bottom lip, making you moan and squirm underneath him.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed out as he pulled away slightly to look down at you. “Whatever’s bothering you so much has you acting like a bitch in heat.”

You moaned at his vulgar words and nodded your head. He wasn’t wrong, entirely. Your frustrations had built up over the week and you were at your limit. You just needed him to push you over the edge.

“You gonna do something about it, Eddie?” You teased, your voice raspier than normal. Eddie’s gaze on you darkened as he leaned back down and kissed you harder.

His hands left your face and traveled down to your hips, where he yanked your shirt up quickly, pushing it up over your breasts. He squeezed one of them, making you whimper against him before his hands traveled further down your body.

He was quick as he unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. He bit your bottom lip again as he shoved his hand in your pants, groaning when he found that you weren’t wearing any panties.

“Whore,” was all he breathed out as he ran his fingers up and down your already soaked cunt. Your words had spurred him on and he was being quicker and rougher than he usually was with you. At least, rougher than he usually was right away.

“How’s this for doin’ something about it?” Eddie asked as he shoved two of his fingers all the way inside you. You gasped and arched into the touch as Eddie started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The wet sounds coming from between your legs should have been humiliating, but it just turned you on more.

“Not enough,” you gambled with your words. You were walking in dangerous territory by taunting Eddie.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, an eyebrow raised. “That so?”

“Mhmm,” you moaned, still moving your hips in time with Eddie’s movements. “It’s not enou— ah!”

Eddie’s fingers suddenly curving and curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that only he could reach, made the words die on your tongue.

You squeezed your eyes shut and arched your back again, letting Eddie take the reigns and fuck you with his fingers as fast as he wanted to.

“Not enough, huh? Seems like that was a lie,” Eddie teased as he pulled back so he could look down at you. Your face was contorted in pleasure and he knew you were hurtling towards your first orgasm. He swore he could have cum right then and there, just from watching the pleasure on your face.

You were so close. So when Eddie abruptly pulled his fingers away from you, you couldn’t help the strangled cry that left your throat.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You growled as you opened your eyes. Those same eyes widened when you saw Eddie reach into his back pocket and pull a condom out, ripping the top off with his teeth.

Eager as ever, you started to try and pull your pants off as Eddie undid his belt and unzipped his own jeans, not bothering to take them fully off as he pulled his cock out. But he stopped you from getting very far.

“I’m gonna have to pin you down while I fuck you since you can’t keep those pretty hands where they should be,” Eddie said as he tsked and shook his head. You whined and watched as he carefully slid the condom onto his cock, making sure it was on correctly. Something about even that always got you going too. Eddie moved his hands back to your hips and he smiled down at you, somewhat sinisterly.

“Because, like I said, this,” he said as he hooked his fingers into the loops of your pants and yanked them down roughly. “Is my job, isn’t it sweetheart?”

You had gasped at the sudden movements but you nodded your head quickly.

“Y-yes, Eddie, of course,” you whimpered, eagerly spreading your legs for him when he got your pants all the way off. Eddie sucked in a breath at the sight and smirked while shaking his head.

“You really are like a cute little bitch in heat tonight,” Eddie taunted as he brought his cock to your entrance, but didn’t push in yet. You nodded and whined again. Eddie dragged his cock up and down your slit, getting his cock completely soaked with you before moving the head to your entrance again.

“Please, Eddie,” you cried out when he didn’t start fucking you again. “Make it better, please, baby.”

The desperation in your voice broke Eddie’s resolve a bit. He took a breath and moved both of his hands so they were instead wrapping around both of your wrists, pinning them to the floor of his van yet again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got ya’” Eddie said for the second time that night, before he slowly pushed his cock inside of your cunt.

Finally getting what you had wanted all night, you cried out in pleasure and let your head fall back against the floor, squeezing your eyes shut as Eddie filled you. His hands tightened around your wrists as he bottomed out and groaned before pulling back out, almost all the way. He pumped back inside of you and you felt your cunt already squeezing his cock.

“Fuck,” you moaned and opened your eyes to look up at Eddie. His eyes were between your legs, watching as his cock kept disappearing inside you while he started gaining a faster pace. You couldn’t help another moan as he started fucking you just how you wanted it.

Eddie looked back up at you and smiled at the already fucked out look in your eyes as you moaned beneath him. He leaned down and kissed you hard, keeping up the pace as he thrust his cock in and out of you.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Eddie said against your lips. You whined and felt your pussy tighten at his praise. Eddie felt it too and groaned. “Always so pretty, but so. fuckin’. beautiful right now.”

Each word he punctuated by thrusting his cock deeper inside you, making you gasp each time he did so. Eddie bit his own bottom lip slightly as he moved your wrists above your head so he could hold them both down with just one hand instead. He used his free hand to hold your cheek for a moment before trailing down your neck and across your chest, tweaking your nipples between his fingers a few times each.

Your head tipped back and your eyes slid shut again from the pleasure between your legs, amplified by Eddie playing with your nipples. When he started pinching them harder, you cried out and felt yourself get that much closer to cumming right then and there.

“Eddie,” you whined, dragging his name out. Your voice went in and out with how he was thrusting into you and you whimpered. “I w-wanna cum.”

Eddie laughed from above you and you whined again.

“Don’t tease tonight, I just wanna—“

“Shh,” Eddie cut you off as his hand teasing your nipples traveled further down your body. He groaned as he squeezed your thigh once before bringing his fingers to your pussy again. When his fingertips began rubbing small circles into your clit, you were sure you saw stars behind your eyes as you cried out and started squirming beneath him. “Don’t hold back on me. I want to lose count of how many times this pussy cums on my cock.”

At Eddie’s words and permission, you lost your mind. You came almost immediately, writhing and struggling to move under Eddie’s grip on your wrists. Eddie fucked you through it, moaning and holding your wrists down tight as he fucked into you, feeling your warmth clench around him.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie said through gritted teeth as you came. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

You sobbed out a moan and nodded weakly, your head still in the clouds.

“Your girl,” you repeated back to him. Eddie smiled and released your wrists. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him as he continued to pump his cock into you. When you whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders slightly, he started to pick his pace back up.

Now with two free hands, Eddie began playing with your nipples and your clit at the same time. You almost screamed and started pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts again.

“Fuck, Eddie!” You cried out as you felt yourself getting close again. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna!”

Eddie just nodded and shoved his cock all the way inside you and stopped while he rubbed your clit faster and started pinching the nipple he was playing with.

You thought you saw some kind of deity in the white hot pleasure that blinded you as you came.

Eddie was relentless as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, right on the floor of his van. He never let up or gave you any chance to catch your breath in between. He fucked you senseless— exactly how you had wanted him to.

You were barely aware of it when Eddie finally came, shoving his cock deep inside you while kissing you again. You moaned quietly and wrapped your arms back around his neck, keeping him there for a few moments.

You were both exhausted as you lazily kissed, Eddie’s cock still inside you as it slowly began to soften. You still loved the feeling. You just loved feeling him.

Eddie broke away from the kiss to push his head into the crook of your neck and kiss you there slowly.

You giggled and felt Eddie smile against your skin. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, not moving from his spot in the crook of your neck. You giggled one more time and hummed.

“That was still pretty metal if you ask me,” you said quietly, still giggling slightly.

Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“Metal indeed, sweetheart.”

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Happy birthday love!! (Or belated birthday)🩷🩷

Satoru gojo, funny, "You landed in jail how?" (Maybe featuring nanami)

Ryomen sukuna, funny, "You look really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?" 🌶

Whichever sparks your interest 🩷

thank you so much!!! 💙💙💙 For this one, I went with the Gojo Nanami request, only because another person gave the exact request for Ryomen (Which, Is coming I swear!) Also, because the idea of Gojo bailing Nanami of all people out of jail is so funny to me.

Now Presenting...

Starring: Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo

“Come on Satoru, pick up..” You muttered softly, nervously tapping your own shoulder. “I only get one of these..” The ringing of the phone seemed to go on forever, until finally,

“Hello?” Satoru answered, though, questioned is the better verb to use here. The man was more confused than a boomer trying to use twitter.

“Hey, Gojo! How ya doing? I hope I didn’t wake you.” You laughed nervously, trying to ease our way into what you were about to say.

“Y/n why the fuck are you in jail?” He asked, passing at least half of his confusion onto you.

“Wait, how did you know I was in holding?!” you asked, pulling the bottom of the receiver close to your face and stepping closer to the phone booth, as if sharing a secret.

“The operator told me the call was coming from the prison, I had to accept the charges.” He informed you. Oh.

“Huh, I didn’t know it did that.” You admitted.

“That's why they asked you to say your name Y/n. so they could tell me who was calling from, ya know, jail.” Oh. 

“Is that why they had me say my name? I thought it was so they had a record of it to prove I got my call.” Which, is not a bad theory to be fair!

“You’re so drunk.” Satoru almost laughed, starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

“Yes I am!” You proudly announced, “And I have to pee really bad, there is no bathroom here, just a toilet. You should come get me. Fast.”

“You want me to come bail you out?” Satoru chuckled, finally starting to wake up, “With what money?”

“The money from the bail fund you keep for when shit like this happens!”

“I regret telling you about that, you know. It wasn’t an invitation to get locked up!”

“If it’s not an invitation, then why have it?” You challenged. Satoru shook his head even though you couldn't see it. He was grinning though. He knew who his friends were. 

“Whatever. I’m going to call Nanami and pick him up on the way, he’s probably the guy you want dealing with the cops.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Kento is here with me!” You cheerfully announced. 

“Hi Satoru!” Nanami yelled in the background from the holding cell. Gojo expected a lot of things when he got the inevitable ‘I’m in jail’ call from you, but a Nanami Kento guest appearance was not one of those things.

“What?! Why is Nanami there?!” 

“He punched a cop.”

“He what?!”

“He. Puched. A. Cop.” You said, loudly and slowly, being sure to enunciate every word. Sometimes you really had to spell it out for the strongest. “Hey Satoru, I gotta go- this pig is oinking at me to get back in the cell-”

“Wait, I-”

“Byyyeee!! Please come soon!” You sang, the line going dead before Gojo could answer any of the questions he had. Kento Nanami Punched a fucking cop?!

🚨🚨🚨

“Are you here to pick up the two drunkards!?” A particularly stressed cop asked as Satoru walked into the station, startling him out of the script he was writing for this encounter. 

“Um…Probably?” Gojo asked.

“Thank god.” The policeman exhaled, scrambling to grab out the bail paperwork for you and Nanami, “They haven’t shut up since they got here. The blonde one keeps trying to unionize the other inmates, and the other one keeps offering doughnuts in exchange for freedom.” Yep, those were Gojos' friends. Is this what it was like to be the responsible one? He hated it, Kento could keep this job. As Satoru finished up the paperwork, the tired bastard from behind the counter went to retrieve his two delinquents.

“For the last time, you can not unionize prison inmates!” Gojo could hear the arguing before he saw anyone’s faces.

“That union busting and it’s illegal.” Nanami said, “But, I’m not surprised. Cops break the law all the time.”

“Yea, what he said!” You added, “Keep this up and piggy wont get a doughnut!”

“I don’t even like doughnuts!” The cop snapped, “I have a gluten intolerance!” 

“Weakling,” Nanami scoffed as the three came around the corner, “How are you going to be ruined by a protein? Just tolerate it.” Satoru noticed a darkening bruise on Kentos cheek, and a cut on your lip. Jesus, what happened?

“Gojo!!” You yelled happily as you saw your friend, running into his arms. “My heroine!” 

“Yea, I think you mean Hero,” Satoru quickly corrected you, not wanting any of the feds to get the wrong idea. “Come on, let’s get you to the car.” He said, giving you a quick hug in return before ushering you and Nanami to the car. 

“Can we go to Ihop?” You asked as you crawled into the front seat.

“Sure, as soon as you guys tell me what happened.” Satoru said as he started the car.

“We got arrested.” Nanami said as he buckled up. Gojo rolled his eyes. 

“You landed in jail, how?” Satoru clarified. 

“Oh, easy!” You laughed, “Kento and I went out for a drink after our mission, and some guy thought it would be a good idea to try and get handsy with me. So we got handsy back!” You smiled.

“He called me a Ken doll!” Nanami snapped, “A ken doll! I am very clearly a barbie!”

“Buddy, I don’t think that was the insult you were supposed to take from that.” Satoru giggled.

“What else could he have ment?”

“He was calling you dickless Kento.” He explained. You could see the math flashing and flying before Nanami's eyes as he tried to process the words coming out of his friend's mouth. He finally shook his head.

“No, I don’t think he was trying to fuck me.” He said. You nodded in agreement.

“Yea, he definitely had homophobic vibes.” You added. 

“No, that's-You know what? It doesn’t matter, let's go to Ihop.” Gojo shook his head. He just wanted to get some carbs into his drunken friends, and thankfully they seemed to want the same thing, as they howled in joy at the idea.

[crimeronan]

Rereading the latest princess Luz fic. I love how much Luz is like “I was so mean to you. I’m so cold. I’m so mean to Raine. I don’t know why everyone is so nice to me I’m mean and cruel and evil” and all she did was like. Freeze up and cop an attitude for half a second. Meanwhile Hunter and Amity are committing interpersonal terrorism at each other and have gathered enough enemies on just their attitude alone and Luz is just like “they’re so nice :)”

SHOUT OF LAUGHTER. GOD. YEAH. YEAH....

luz about herself is like if i'm not kind and gracious and accommodating and a limp prey animal at all times then i'm being an evil tyrant. i need to care about everyone else's feelings so much forever

then when she's describing hunter and amity, she's like

"they can do whatever they want. because. i like them :)"

[an-impulsive-pen]

 Proposal

Dick Gumshoe x gn reader

Your loving boyfriend takes you on what seems like a normal date, but his mind seems to be occupied by something...

Lotsa fluff, I love him<3

    Okay, deep breath, he thought, sweating. This couldn’t be that hard, could it? If he had managed to work up the courage to tell them how he felt, surely he could do this… Ah, and the whole cop thing, too. 

    “Dick?” he flailed a bit as their voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You good there?”

    “Y-Yeah! No worries, pal!” he chuckled nervously. They gave him a look.

    “Alright, enough. You’ve been sweating through your coat all night- What’s bugging you? Work stuff or something?” they nudged him with a caring smile, but there was a note of concern behind their eyes. God, something about those eyes always got to him… He hated the thought that he might be worrying them, but he wanted the moment to be perfect. He sighed and gave them a tiny smile.

    “H-Hey, uh… Let’s head over this way, huh?”

    They blinked, but grinned and nodded, slipping theit hand into his in the way that he couldn’t help but blush at. He just hoped they didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were…

    He led them to a somewhat secluded area of the park, his stomach turning the whole way. Every time he glanced at them, he wasn’t sure if he felt more comforted by their presence, or if it just made him more nervous for what he was about to do.    

    “... You’re doing it again.”

    He startled and looked down at them.

    “D-Doing what? I-I’m not doing anything! Nothing at all!” he stammered, face flushing. They sighed and stepped in front of him to meet his eyes, taking both his hands into theirs.

    “Dick, something is going on- Whatever it is, you don’t have to keep it from me. I never want you to feel like you have to hide things, and I just want to be here for you. So… Please… What’s going on?” they asked, their tone soft yet firm. He hesitated, but eventually, his shoulders slumped with a sigh. Here goes nothing…

    “... I, uh… Th-The thing is, I…” he wracked his mind for words, but nothing came to mind. He had wanted so badly to make this as eloquent and poetic as possible, to make his words as perfect as he found them to be. But now, in the moment, nothing came. His heart was racing, and he felt almost dizzy. God, why did he think he could do this? He-

    Then he felt it. A soft, gentle pressure as they squeezed his hand. They looked up at him with a kind, patient expression, eyes filled with reassurance. He took a deep breath.

    “I… I-I wanted to make this perfect, a-and to give you everything you deserve- but… But all I’ve got right now is… W-Well… Me,” he sighed. He closed his eyes. He doubted he’d be able to do this otherwise. “Y-You deserve t-to be happy, a-and to be with someone who loves you, a-and… I wanna be the one to give that to ya’.”

    Okay, okay, now’s the time- You’ve got this…

    He took a deep breath and, with all the courage he could muster, got down on one knee. Their eyes went wide.

    “I… I love ya’. I really, really do. A-And… I wanna keep loving you forever. So…” he gulped and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small box. He held his breath as he opened it to reveal a thin engagement ring.

    “Would you make me the happiest detective in the entire world… And marry me…?” he tensed up as he finally got the words out. He was suddenly very self-conscious about the size of the ring. He had spent months saving up to get it, but he was all too aware of how small it was.

    “I-I know it’s not much, b-but I-”

    “Dick,” a small, shaky whisper cut him off. He glanced up at them to find them covering their mouth with their hands, tears in her eyes. “I… Yes… God, yes!” they cried as their face broke into a massive smile. All at once, all other thoughts vanished from his head. He felt himself smiling as tears began blurring the corners of his vision. He couldn’t help a small, overjoyed laugh. As soon as his mind returned to him, he held out a hand to take theirs.

    “M-May I?” he asked, voice shaking. They nodded immediately and held out their hand excitedly. He carefully took the ring from the box and slipped it onto their finger. As soon as he did they grabbed his hands, urging him to stand up. He chuckled and rose to his feet, only to almost be knocked over again by how quickly and forcefully they threw herself into his arms. 

    “I love you so much, I love you, I love you,” they repeated into his chest. He pulled away just enough to see their face, opening his mouth to say something, but before he could, they leaped up and pressed their lips to his. He could feel them smiling into the kiss, and couldn’t help doing the same as he wrapped his arms tightly around them.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 67 - Late Night Venting

After another day of recovery, Ophelia is suddenly woken up by a call from Hilary. Xander had told her that Hilary and Hector were spending that day settling things for the divorce, so why would Hilary call to chat at 1 AM? If it were an emergency, wouldn't she call Xander?

Ophelia keeps her voice down, but Xander sleeps like a rock.

Ophelia: Hilary? Is-

Hilary: Ophelia, can you… can you please come to the restaurant? I need to talk and you're the only one who'd understand.

Hilary sounds on the verge of tears.

Ophelia: I'll be right there.

Ophelia throws on some sweats, leaves a note for Xander and teleports as fast as she can to the restaurant. She finds Hilary upstairs at the bar.

Ophelia: Hilary? It's me. Are you alright?

Hilary: I'm wearing a base game sweater. Clearly I am not alright.

Hilary downs her nectar like she thinks someone will snatch it from her.

Ophelia: I didn’t mean to start all this.

Hilary: You didn’t start anything, Hector did.

Ophelia: I could have left.

Hilary: Don't let that man place the blame at your feet.

Hilary finishes her drink.

Hilary tries to make another drink, but a cocktail is much more complicated than pouring a glass of nectar.

Hilary: Watcher damn it! Xander makes this look so easy!

Ophelia: Forget the drink. Let's sit down and talk.

Ophelia: I’m really sorry.

Hilary: You didn’t-

Ophelia: I know I didn’t do anything wrong. I do, deep down. You didn’t either, though. I’m just… I’m sorry this happened to both of us. It sucks.

Hilary: …I’m sorry this happened to both of us too.

Hilary: I do owe you an apology. I didn’t step in as soon as I heard what he was saying to you. I’ve always considered myself a feminist, and yet I just stood there and let that man treat you like trash. It's one of the most cowardly things I've ever done.

Ophelia: Xander told me you were in shock and, after the week you've had, I believe it. Your body was probably just focusing on keeping you from completely losing it. For what it’s worth, if you interrupting meant I didn’t get to slap that jerk, then I’m glad you didn’t.

Hilary genuinely smiles for the first time in days.

Hilary: You know, when we first met, I wasn’t sure what to make of you, Ophelia, but you’ve proven to me time and time again that you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and an even better heart. I’m so happy Xander has you.

Ophelia: That means a lot. Xander's told me lots about you. Like that time you told his bully you were an undercover cop that was going to arrest him cuz being a little jerk is illegal!

Hilary: I can’t believe he remembers that!

Ophelia: The kid peed himself! Pretty memorable!

Hilary certainly appreciates the distraction, but a question Ophelia asks catches her off-guard.

Ophelia: Any chance you’re hiring? I’m kind of out of a job right now.

It’s lighthearted in nature, but just reminds Hilary why she was trying to drink her woes away.

Hilary: You don’t need to worry about being blacklisted, dear. Any ounce of credibility Hector has is going out the window when the news spreads through the Grapevine Gossip interaction. People won't care about his opinion on the weather, let alone you.

Ophelia: Are you sure? I mean, it’s my word versus his and he’s a big deal around here. I know a divorce doesn’t look good for a man in the wedding business, but people get divorced all the time.

Hilary: Trust me, proof of his true nature will be made public soon enough.

Hilary: I’m sure Xander told you I spent today settling the divorce with Hector.

Ophelia nods.

Hilary: He finally confessed something to me. Do you want to know why he did what he did?

Ophelia: Uh, because he’s a slimeball?

Hilary: Yes, that too. But he told me that he had nothing left to lose, he considered it his ‘last hurrah’ before his life changed forever.

Ophelia: What the hell does that mean?

Hilary sits in silence. It looks like the thought of whatever she’s trying to say makes her physically ill. Ophelia allows her the time she needs to tell her.

Hilary: The day the kids and I left for the funeral… Tiff told Hector she’s pregnant.

He wouldn't… Would he?

Ophelia: I… She could be lying to get back at you for firing her. Maybe her garbage husband is the father!

Hilary: Ty is infertile. He can’t be the father… Even if she was lying, Hector admitted to sleeping with her. The pregnancy just worsens it.

Hilary: He's going to marry her, make 'an honest woman' of her. Maybe he's doing it because it looks better to the public than having a baby mama. Maybe he really does love her. That's what he told me, at least. That I basically pushed him into her arms.

Ophelia: What a douche. I'm so sorry. I can't imagine, but you know what? Those two deserve each other. This probably isn't what you want to hear right now, but you're so much better off without him. You didn't push him away, you threw out the trash.

Hilary: Deep down, I know this divorce is for the best, but… I’ve never been so scared in my life. I have to take over my parents’ restaurant, which just lost a good chunk of catering gigs from La Coppia Serena, and now I have to be a single mother? I don’t know how I’ll do it.

Ophelia doesn't know what to say but tries her best.

Ophelia: I know how. You’ll do it because you’re a strong, brave, amazing woman. Taste of Tartosa is already the best restaurant in town. Now that nothing's holding you back, you can focus on making it even better. If you need help, you know Xander and I will do what we can. We love spending time with the kids, so if you ever need anyone to keep an eye on them, call us. Whatever you need, we’re here for you.

Hilary can’t put her gratitude into words, so she doesn't try. She just lets Ophelia hug her. The two silently hold each other, trying their best to let the hug heal some of the pain they've gone through.

For the first time in a while, things feel like they're going to be okay.

By the time Ophelia gets home, the sun is out. Xander is waiting for her on the couch, having found her note. He wants to know what Hilary said, but she doesn't tell him much before falling asleep on his shoulder.

He pulls her closer and allows her to rest. She earned it.

[lynzishell]

~*~Spring~*~

Greta: I brought you something. Phoenix: What is it? Greta: Open it! Phoenix: Oh my god, Greta! Did you paint this? Greta: Yeah, I painted it for you. Phoenix: It’s amazing, thank you! We should hang it up really quick before we go. Greta: Sure.

Phoenix: There, it’s perfect. Greta: Ever since Mt. Komorebi I can't stop painting snowy landscapes. And they remind me of you, so I wanted you to have one. Phoenix: Aw thank you. I love it. And I love you. Greta: I love you too. Now let's get out of here. Phoenix: Just a few more minutes. Greta: Come on, we're already late. Phoenix: Fine.

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Morgan: Okay that movie was scarier than I thought it’d be. Sophia: Oh god, that scene in the bathroom! Luna: I don’t think I can look in a mirror again.

Wolfgang: Oh please, you guys, it was so cheesy. Aurelio: Uh-huh. You forget I was sitting right next to you. Wolfgang: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Aurelio: Sure sure, whatever you say.

Morgan: Ah finally, it’s so nice out! I thought winter would never end. Sophia: Right?! Now that it’s getting nicer, we need a day at The Bluffs! Aurelio: Yeah we do. It’s usually rainy up there though. When’s the next clear day? Sophia: Hmm.. it’s storming this weekend, but next weekend looks promising. Phoenix: Just in time for my birthday! What do you say we celebrate? Morgan: Yes! Luna: I’ll probably stay behind, but you guys have fun. Greta: What? No, come with us. Luna: What if Malcolm shows up? Wolfgang: There’s seven of us, he’s not going to get near you. Phoenix: Exactly! Morgan: Would it make you feel better if we had a plan? Luna: I don’t know. Like what?

Greta: Well, I agree with what Jullian told Phoenix. If he comes around again, we should just call the cops. We need to report him for violating the restraining order. Or else, what’s the point? That should be Plan A. Wolfgang:  Fuck that! If we’re at The Bluffs it’ll take forever for them to get there. I can think of a few ways we can handle him on our own. Calling them should be fucking Plan C. Aurelio: No, c’mon. I’m with Greta. Even if it takes them a while, the report is still on record which can only work in Luna’s favor. Plus, chasing him off or whatever doesn’t keep him from coming back. Calling should be Plan A. Phoenix: We’ll compromise. We can come up with a plan of our own. There’s gotta be a way to get rid of him, and with seven of us and one of him, put a good enough scare in him to keep him from coming around again. If it doesn’t work or shit gets out of hand, then making the call will be Plan B.

Morgan: Don’t you think Luna should have a say in this? Luna: I trust Phoenix. He knows Malcolm better than any of us. Aurelio: Alright. So, what do you propose? Phoenix: Okay, here’s what I’m thinking…

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[soft-persephone]

Stumptown Rewatch

I rewatched Stumptown! Mourning the loss of our four season minimum timeless classic and the loss of one of the hottest characters Jake Johnson has ever played. (But all the main cast was hotif we’re being honest. The big three if you will!)

The episode where Hoffman and Gray fight the whole time? Giggling and twirling my hair around my finger. Angry Jake just does it for me. As soon as he frowns or makes that one face, I’m gone. Don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t nothing. I’m with him now.

His hair? Immaculate. I’ve paid vivid detail the the slightly different swoops or gel patterns to an unhealthy extent. Because when are we ever going to get that again? He keeps making jokes about going bald. ( which by the way is not a deal breaker for me. I love him)

Also, Jake Johnson is not the only reason I love this show. Just a very small part actually. I just tend to get carried away when I start talking about Jake Johnson.

The show has such good writing. It has that old mid 2000s magic, or 2010’s if you will, feeling where lots of people get obsessed, it has a big fandom, and it ends up with a lot of seasons. Every box that can be checked is checked, except it got canceled due to COVID or whatever reason they go with.

Grey is Nick Miller, if he was smart. . . And a criminal, but that’s in the past! He has a bar now and son like figure through Ansel. (That’s his MF’n son and you can’t tell me it isn’t.)

I love Dex and her dynamic with everyone. Her little brother is just so charming and a joy to see on screen. Every minor character is just as fun as the main cast. The world and the process of being a private investigator is so fun! Like each random case is just as interesting as the characters relationships with one another.

The finale??

Ben finally being put to rest. Dex opening a new arc of finding out who she is without the grief, shame, and despair. Then the cliffhanger where ‘so and so’ pops up out of the blue??

Gray’s dad still being a piece of shit and leaving him in a compromised position. He showed up and acted like he wanted to meet his son. The whole time he was doing dirt and shit behind his back and then hauls ass in probably the most turmoil moment in Gray’s life. Almost losing his new and “real” family.

Hoffman’s good cop bad cop struggle. While not the most interesting arc compared to the other two but, this whole time he’s known as the cop friend. We don’t know who he is without his badge and maybe he doesn’t either. While I don’t believe he would walk away from it forever, it does bring up interesting questions in terms of what is he going to be doing while he’s not a cop? Is going to be Dex’s full time sidekick?

And we might never know the resolution or answers to any of these questions and dispositions. I might have to go read the comic.

Stumptown you will be forever missed!

Thank you for reading if you made it this far!!