#i know my thoughts were kinda all over the place with this one but i hope you get what i was going through đ
rafe x bitch!reader pt.2
MDNI 18+ | pt. 1 here
warnings: spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, creampie, semi public sex, that's it i think let me know if i missed any
with the knowledge of how mad you left rafe, you can't stop the smile that slowly creeps onto your face. however, your victory doesn't last long. a large hand roughly grabs the back of your neck, yanking you back until you collide into a hard surface. not even needing to look up you already know who it is.
"you think you're reallll funny huh?"
"rafe-"
"shut up. you're gonna listen to what i gotta say or shit is only gonna get worse for you, understand?" you attempt to pull out of his hold, his grip only tightening with your lack of response.
"rafe let me go!"
"nah, think you can pull that kinda shit? disrespecting me in front of everybody. i think you need to be taught some respect." the implication of his words cause goosebumps to coat your skin. dragging you to his truck, he opens the door to the backseat. "get in. don't make me force you."
you open your mouth, a protest ready to escape. before you get the chance he lifts you up, practically throwing you into the truck. the fear of what's to come causes heat to pool in your lower stomach. rafe climbs in behind you, slamming the door.
in a blink of a eye your bent over his lap, a harsh slap landing on your ass. rafe kisses his teeth, "thinkin' you can talk to me like that, must've lost your damn mind."
an influx of salty tears begin gathering at your waterline, each smack to your ass harder than the last. you jolt forward, causing your clit to rub against his thigh. a laugh escapes rafe when he hears the small whimper that forces its way out of you.
"should've known a greedy slut like you would get off on this. you're probably soaked."
"rafe please! ill be good, i promise. just stop!" tears have started to cascade down your cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara in its wake.
"shoulda thought about that before. 10 more, you can do it baby." rafe places one last harsh slap, sobs now racking your body. he softly runs his hands over the now red and broken skin. "see, knew you could do it." laying you face down on the seat, he rips the shorts of your body.
"rafe not here! people might see!"
"didn't care about that when you were running that big fucking mouth of yours. now its my turn not to care." you recognize the sound of rafe pulling his pants down, and without warning he slams his length into you. "fuck. so tight, this pussy was made for me i swear."
as the pain from the stretch subsides, you let out a loud cry, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust. "not so much to say now, huh?"
with the way his cock is hammering into your weeping cunt you can't find it in you to respond. you harshly grip onto the door, needing something- anything to ground you. he pushes your head further into the seat, allowing him to hit your g spot continuously. all you can do is let out pornographic moans, the pleasure so overwhelming you don't know what to do with yourself. your head is foggy with lust and you're beyond cock drunk. rafe begins to thrust into you impossibly harder, jaw clenched so hard he feared it might break. he snakes a hand around your front, rubbing harsh circles against your clit. his thrusts become sloppy he nears his release.
your cunt clenches against him as your orgasm threatens to explode out of you. before you can cum his hips still, his hot seed filling you, the mixture of your arousal running down your thighs. a loud whine leaves your throat at your orgasm being ripped away from you.
rafe lets out a laugh from behind you. "oh im sorry, did you think i was gonna let you cum? disrespectful sluts don't get to cum. be grateful i gave you dick at all." he pulls out of you, pulling his shorts back up. "get dressed." he hands your shorts to you before getting out of the car and hopping into the drivers seat.
after getting dressed you slide into the passenger seat, your makeup now ruined from tear stains. he takes you back to tanneyhill, your punishment far from over.
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young master âĄ
†summary: You don't worship the ground Doflamingo walks on, and it turns him on a little too much. (18+)
†pairing: doflamingo x afab!reader
†word count: 3.7k
†warnings: kinda sub!doflamingo (heâs a horny menace), mild dubcon, possessive doffy, spit kink, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), degradation, name-calling
†notes: this takes place before dressrosa but iâm only halfway done with the arc so sorry for any inaccuracies! i haven't posted my writing online in years so please lmk what you think :3
NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu
Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.
Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasnât the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!
You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult.Â
The man had hundreds of thousands â if not millions â of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you.Â
You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosaâs toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned.Â
You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didnât fucking care.
You werenât afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.
A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, âThatâs adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?â
Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. âDoffy, Iâm being serious.â
He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldnât call him anything else. You thought it was cute. âSince when can you block my strings?â
âDo you really think Iâd be a Vice Admiral if I couldnât do that? You were so obvious about it, too.â You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldnât be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingoâs forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. âI think Iâll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I donât have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.âÂ
âYouâre acting like I canât keep you here by force.â Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. âI could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.â He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. âMaybe Iâll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.â
Many times heâd pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then heâd finally ignite a spark of fear in you.Â
âIf you actually wanted to do that, it wouldâve happened already. But youâre the one who hired me, remember?â You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. âIf you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what youâre doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?â
âYou wouldnât dare.â He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them.Â
âIâm not a big fan of blackmail, so I donât want to do that,â you replied in an even tone. âIâm just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play catâs cradle all day?â
Doflamingo shouldâve killed you right then and there. That wouldâve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldnât focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on â why the fuck were you not affected?
He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind â he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasnât it.Â
He wanted you to call him âYoung Masterâ.Â
Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off â you were in a potential viperâs nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didnât feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.
âWhat Devil Fruit did you eat.â It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl.Â
âI already told you, I didnât eat one.â You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid.Â
âYou lying bitch!â He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. âYou must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or⊠I donât fucking know! Tell me whatâs happening!â He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. âWhy canât I stop fucking thinking about you!â
Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe⊠âDoffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?â
His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course heâd fucking been attracted to people â he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you.Â
They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you⊠it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.
âFuck you! I⊠IâŠâ You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. âWhy wonât you belong to me?!â
The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldnât go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his.Â
To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde manâs buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him â this was not the outcome you had in mind.Â
You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.
âDoffy,â you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again.Â
âI donât need you to patronize me! I needâŠâ he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. âI need you. Give yourself to me.â He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip.Â
You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. Youâd be lying if you said youâd never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core.Â
Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you werenât resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants.Â
He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. âYou fucking whore. You want this, donât you?â
âDoffy, youâre the one literally trying to get in my pants.â
âShut up.â He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat â you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later.Â
A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than heâd imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan heâd ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more.Â
Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.
His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. âI think you like me after all.â
âIâd like anyone who eats me out this good,â you quipped.
âBut no oneâs as good as me, hm?â To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. âNo one will ever be as good as me. Say youâre mine and you can have this every day.â
âF-fuck, Doffy⊠so, mmh, goodâŠâ He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.
âCall me Young Master.â Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew heâd be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. âYou want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and Iâll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.â
You actually laughed at that, and he didnât even try to be angry â being on full display for you meant he couldnât hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.
You stumbled backwards â there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. âW-wait, Doffy, I canât, ahh, l-let me sitâŠâ
Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. âYour king will grant you permission to move when I want to.âÂ
âSâokay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.â Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.
Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. âShit, youâre so tight.â The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. âPerfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.â
A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.
âSpit in my mouth.â He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.
You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told⊠and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasnât just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.
âYou stupid slut.â The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. âLove me. Love me.â
A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet.Â
âY-youâre fucking insane,â you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. âMake up your, mmh, mind.â
âAdore me.â He responded immediately. âSay youâre mine. Be mine.â
Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day â no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe youâd sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy.Â
But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness.Â
Maybe heâd make you step on him next time.
âCall me Young Master,â he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix.Â
âI already t-told you,â you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. âYouâre not my âmmâ Master, I donât, ahh, work for youâŠâ
âBut why not?â He whined again. âAt least call me it when you cum. Iâll fucking kill you if you donât.âÂ
You didnât acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs â Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss.Â
He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. âI-Iâm gonna⊠gonnaâŠâ He crooked his fingers inside you the way heâd done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.
âDoffy~!â Your face contorted into the most divine expression heâd ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer.Â
You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname.Â
He came hard.Â
The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down.Â
Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldnât break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension.Â
Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blondeâs cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he wouldâve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering.Â
You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, âYou take care of the rest of it.â
Doflamingo simply giggled in delight â youâd willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didnât expect you to crumble so easily and he didnât want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles.Â
âThatâs disgusting.â You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. âWhat am I supposed to wear out of here?â
The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose.Â
âWho said anything about leaving?â You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. âYou still havenât called me by my proper title.â
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Childhood friend Arlecchino and Reader that Arle never truly found her to be a friend, despite the reader saying they are and Arle did kinda ditch em during middle school. Until college rolls around, the newfound (or unrealized) sentiments towards Reader become more clear to her - infatuated.
I feel like I kind of strayed from this because Iâm totally into angst rn but if wanted it to be sexual I can indeed make another part OR I can also make an even angstier ending. Anyway!! Here it is.
Contents: just sad reader, Arlecchino is lowkey mean in middle school, one (sexual) slap.
Word count: 1672
Writing (kind of NSFW at the end) under the cut!!
You skipped up to the small girl who sits reading on a bench, holding a small pile of rocks and a wide smile on your face. You donât have many friends, youâre too quiet, too âweirdâ, so when you befriended Arlecchino, you actually began looking forward to school each day. It was almost too good to be true. Sheâs been a bit distant with you the last couple of weeks but thatâs fine, right? Sheâs probably stuck into that book of hers, her nose has always been in a book or playing with insects.
âLook!! I found rocks that matched your eyes and I thought they were cool, you can-â
âStop it.â
â..huh? Stop what?â
âStop bothering me. Canât you see Iâm busy?â
You pause at that. In a sense, she is busy reading, but canât she put her book down for two seconds? You havenât properly spoken in weeks.
âYeah but I was excited about the rocks. I can never find any that remind me of you and now I have.â
âOkay? I am still busy.â
âBut weâre friends.â
A sigh leaves Arlecchinoâs lips, and she finally looks up from that book.
âNo, we arenât. When did I ever say we were friends?â
You feel your shoulders sinking, a frown tugging at the corner of your lips. Your hand falls to your side, the rocks held tightly within the constraints of your fist.
âNo, I.. you didnât, but I just assumed that.. I donât know. I thought we were friends.â
âYou assumed wrong. I donât like you anymore, youâre weird, and you never stop talking. I donât want to talk.â
Your cheeks puff slightly before you let out a puff of air. Your teeth graze your lip, biting down firmly as you stand there in silence, processing. Weird. Thereâs that word again, no? You feel a sort of pain rise in your chest, but you swallow it.
âOkay. Iâm sorry. You can keep the rocks.â
The rocks are placed onto the table beside her, an assortment of black and white and grey all decorating the rocks. And one, one black one with a red cross on it, clearly drawn. You just wanted to make her feel included, everyone was finding rocks that matched their eyes. You keep staring at her for a while longer, but she doesnât look back up, so you turn.
âIâll tell my mom you canât come for dinner, then.â
Arlecchino finally looks up when she hears that. God, she hears the hurt youâre masking, the tears threatening to spill over your lashes. She shouldnât have been so crass with you, she knows that, but thatâs who she is. Blunt, and she was sick of having to pretend. She watches as your figure shrinks towards the school library, where she first met you. You didnât have any friends, so you ate there. It was better than sitting at that dreaded buddy bench and waiting for someone to ask you to be their friend. As you walk, you pass said bench, a feeling of slight dread rising. To the library, then.
Itâs then that Arlecchino notices the rock you drew on, her face softening for just a second. She brushes the rocks off of the table, pocketing the one you drew on before continuing her book without a word. She moves seats in class after that, and sheâs not unaware of your eyes that burn sadly into her as she picks up her books. Theyâre rimmed red and slightly glassy, and it stabs her heart. You two never talk again after that. She goes back to being the girl at the back of the class that enjoys being alone, that enjoys the misconceptions people make about her. You sit in the middle of the class, staring down at your textbooks, silently yearning to be part of the conversations the kids around you have.
Each year passes and both of you grow older. She kept that rock, itâs in her pocket always. Itâs become some sort of lucky charm for her, and god she canât help but stare at you in class as you become more beautiful with every passing year. By senior year, youâre the most beautiful woman sheâs ever seen. She canât stop thinking about you. She finds herself stalking your social media when sheâs at home, her finger always hovering over the like button, her fingers always hovering over the send message button before deleting the entire paragraph. She knows youâre both off to college soon, sheâll most likely never see you again, and yet she still canât bring herself to admit her feelings. She can still see the hurt in your eyes from that day, the way you dismissed it like it was nothing only to cry in secret after. She dreams of you at night. Dreams of how she regrets what she said and the way she said it, dreams of her holding your hand and looking at rocks together, dreams of your whimpers as she fucks you. She hates that last dream. The dream that gets stuck in her brain constantly, so much so that she nearly failed her biology final. On graduation day, she makes a promise to herself that sheâll never think of you again.
But she does. Fast forward to junior year of college and youâre walking with your headphones on, looking down at your phone until you collide with someone, a harsh âwatch itâ in your ear.
âSorry! Iâm sor- ah. Sorry.â
You look up into the same red and black eyes you once considered a friend. How stupid. Out of all the colleges she could have possibly chosen, she chose the one you chose too.
âItâs fine. Just.. Watch it. Youâre as clumsy as you ever were.â
âIâm sorry, I just wasnât looking.â
Arlecchino swallows the nerves rising in her body and finally makes a conversation with you, her voice blunt, awkward.
âHow have you been?â
âFine, thank you. You?â
She scowls slightly as your dismissive tone reaches her ears. You were never like this before.
âGood. Iâm good. What are you majoring in?â
âIâm going into geology.â
Of course itâs geology. She didnât expect anything less from you, really.
âFun. Iâm going to study insects.â
âGo figure.â
âIâm sorry. For what I said back then. I know I hurt you.â
âYou didnât.â
âYou cried.â
She has you there. She saw your eyes when she moved seats in class, it wasnât exactly easy to hide the redness. You pause, not saying anything for a while.
âWe werenât friends. We arenât friends. What does it have to do with you?â
âYou were lonely and it made me rethink.â
âWeird people are meant to be lonely, donât you think?â
Youâve carried those words with you ever since. It didnât really matter when other children called you that, but the one person you considered a friend.. well, it hurt.
âI just.. didnât appreciate the eccentricity. Thatâs all. I miss you.â
âOkay.â
âI dream about you.â
âIt isnât like you to be this emotional. Do you feel guilty because I was lonely afterwards or because you want to clear your conscience?â
âBoth.â
As honest as ever. You take a deep breath, the music still playing in your headphones that now hang around your neck.
âWe can talk in my dorm room.â
You turn on your heel, walking straight to the block of dorms. At least sheâs not in the same block, she thinks. She can at least avoid you if this goes bad. The thought of going to your room though.. her dreams of fucking you have only come back, and stronger. Your room is cozy, so very you.
âIs that.. KISS?â
She points to the poster on your desk. She hates that sheâs familiar with them, because she hates that sheâs more like you than she could ever want to be.
âYep.â
âI like them too.â
She gingerly sits on your bed, letting her bag drop with a thud. As you walk over to join her, in all your clumsy glory you kick the bag by mistake as you stumble over it, watching as the rock you once painted on tumbles out. Silence.
âYou still have that.â
âI never got rid of it.â
Her heart beats faster. So does yours. Your face, so beautiful in the light of your room, the way your hair shines, the way your eyes have a mix of sadness, anger and happiness in them, all of them fighting to take over.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Her words cut through your thoughts. You look up at her and you canât deny the way your heart flutters as you look at her. You suppose youâve always felt the way you do about her, that itâs why it hurt you so much when she said you werenât friends. And once again, your mind is brought out of your thoughts by a sudden crash of her lips on yours. A surprised sound comes from your throat, but you donât fight against it.
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â
âIt isnât.â
âYouâre here now.â
Hands wrap around your waist, tightening and pulling you closer to her as her lips leave yours and pepper kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and then your shoulder. And you donât stop her. Your hands entangle themselves in her hair. What the hell has gotten into you? And her, for that matter, as her hand slides under your shirt and you feel the coldness of her skin on your stomach. Your own hands shed her jacket and she whispers against your skin.
âLet me.â
âHm?â
âLet me do what I do in my dreams.â
âWhatâs that, then? Dissect insects?â
A gentle, sensual, almost desperate and loving slap of your face as she grips your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, those ones you avoided for so long. You wonder how she knew exactly what to do to turn you on.
âLet me fuck you and show you how sorry I am. How much I missed you.â
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Grave Green
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There's a shallow grave in the woods. The only marker is a stone with the name "Danny" scratched into it. Judging by the fresh-turned soil, it hasn't been empty for long. @kinglazrus
hehehehe
Dash wasnât lost.
No way no how. There was no way he was lost. He was just going on his nightly run and he made a wrong turn and now it was the middle of the night and he couldn't see anything. But he wasnât lost. Heâd be able to find his way back still.Â
But the trees blocked the moonlight and he had to move slowly. But moving slowly didnât help him when he tried to step on empty air and he fell, landing in a patch of turned dirt.Â
That was weird. Turned dirt? All the way out here in the middle of the woods?
He sat up and looked around him. Dashâs heart stopped and his eyes widened.
There at the other end of the turned dirt was a headstone with the name Danny on it. He could barely make the name out but he was sure it said Danny.
This couldnât be Fentonâs grave, could it? Sure, Fenton went missing a month ago but everyone thought he just ran away. He couldnât have been murdered and buried here, right?
But why was the grave dug out? How long has it been empty?
He heard the sound of a twig breaking behind him and he whipped his head around.Â
âDanny?â Dash whispered, horrified.
There he was, covered in dirt and looking at his hands like they werenât his own. He raised his head to look up at Dash and tears were swimming in his eyes.Â
âDash?â He asked shakily. âWhat are you doing out here?â
Dash just stared at Danny, at the absurd question. âWhat am I doing out here? What are you doing out here? Youâre covered in dirt and I just fell into your grave!âÂ
Danny slowly looked back down at his hands.Â
âThere was an accident. I remember coming out here with my mom.â Danny whispered. âShe said we were just going for a walk. That it would help me walk off the shock I got when their portal activated.â
Dash stared at him in horror.Â
âI donât know how she did it, but when we got here there was already an empty grave. She pushed me in and started burying me alive.â His gaze traveled over to stare at dirt he crawled out of. âThe headstone is new though.â
âYour mom⊠Buried you alive?â Dash asked, shaking his hands back and forth.
Danny nodded, still staring at the grave.Â
âItâs been a month since you went missing, though. How are you still alive?â
Dannyâs gaze made its way back to Dash. âI donât know. The accident mustâve changed me. Something seemed to scare my mom after I walked out of the portal but she wouldnât tell me what it was. We came here afterwards.âÂ
âYour parents are into ghosts right?â Dash asked. âDid their portal kill you? Are you dead?â
Danny went back to studying his hands. âI donât feel dead. Iâm kinda hungry.âÂ
Dash slowly walked up to him. He hovered a foot away for a moment before he raised a hand up.
âIf youâve got a pulse, youâd still be alive right? Can I seeâŠ?â
Danny nodded and Dash put two fingers on Dannyâs neck under his jaw. He held his breath and waited for the tell tale thump of a heart beat. He let it out and closed his eyes when he felt it.
âYou still have a pulse. Somehow.â Dash pulled away.Â
Danny nodded. He seemed tired and he couldnât stop staring at his hands. Dash sighed.
âCome on. Letâs get you back to my place. We can get you cleaned up and find something to eat.â
Danny nodded again and Dash grabbed one of his hands and pulled it out of his line of sight. Tugging on it, Dash pulled Danny behind him as they started walking.Â
âDid your dad know about any of this?â Dash asked softly. He tripped on a rock in the ground and turned to guide Danny around it.
Danny shook his head. âNo. It was just me and my mom in the lab when the accident happened. She told me to put my jumpsuit on because we were going to try and fix the portal as a surprise for my dad.â He shook his head. âI donât know how she thought I was supposed to help if my genius father couldnât help her figure it out. She sent me inside the portal to take a look but I tripped.âÂ
Goosebumps rose along Dashâs arms. She sent him into the portal?
âWhen I braced myself against the wall, I mustâve pressed a button. The portal came to life around me and then I was screaming. When the pain was finally gone, I stumbled out of the portal and my mom had a horrified look on her face. I didnât know what she saw but a bright light flashed in the lab and then she walked over to me.â
Dash guided them past another tree and finally saw what looked like a path. He started following it.Â
âShe told me to take my jumpsuit off and that we were going to go for a walk. She said it would help me walk off the shock. But the longer we kept walking, the worse the feeling in my gut got. Before I realized I should run, we were already standing over the grave. And then she pushed me in.âÂ
âShit.â Dash whispered.
âYeah.â Dannyâs hand tightened around his. âI donât know what Iâm going to do.â
âLetâs just start with getting cleaned up and eating. Then we can talk to my dad.â
Dannyâs head shot up and he looked at him. âYour dad? What if he just brings me back to my mom?â
Dash shook his head. âIf we tell my dad what happened heâll probably arrest her for premeditated homicide.â
âPremeditated homicide?â Danny exclaimed. âWhy do you think any of that wouldâve been premeditated?âÂ
âHello? She already had a grave dug out for you? She sent you into the portal?â Dash finally saw the park entrance that he had come in through. He turned back to look at Danny who was staring at his free hand again. Dash could see all the dirt and mud stuck to Danny much clearer now.Â
âButâŠâ Danny trailed off.Â
Dash sighed and pulled him closer so he wasnât trailing so far behind him. âSorry. Letâs get you back to my place.âÂ
The rest of the walk was short and quiet. Dash could feel Dannyâs dazed and disassociating look as he walked beside him. He couldnât imagine being in Dannyâs position. No matter how shitty his own mother was, at least she just left them instead of trying to kill him.Â
They finally turned onto the street his house was on. Dash started pulling his keys out of his pocket. He inwardly cringed when he saw the lights in his living room still on. No doubt his dad was still up waiting for him.Â
They walked up the stairs to his front door and put his key into the lock and opened the door.Â
âWhere have you been, young-â
His dad stopped when Dash pulled Danny into the house. He stood there for a few moments studying Danny and the dirt all over him.Â
âWhere did you find him?â His dad whispered.Â
âI got lost on my run.â Dash said, guiding Danny in behind him while he closed the door. âI tripped on the grave he crawled out of while I was trying to find my way back.â
His dad blanched at him. âIâm sorry, what?âÂ
âI can explain everything to you but can we get him figured out first?â Dash gestured at Danny. âAnd I donât think he needs to hear the story he told me again.â
His dad nodded. âYeah, right. Take him upstairs and find him a change of clothes and get him cleaned up. Iâll make us up some soup.âÂ
Dash nodded back at him and pulled Danny up the stairs behind him.Â
âIâm gonna find some clothes for you to wear first and then weâre gonna head to the bathroom.â Dash said over his shoulder. Danny didnât respond.
Dash headed to his room and opened his door. He let go of Dannyâs hand.
âIâll be right back.âÂ
Dash headed to his closet and looked through his t-shirts. They would all be pretty big on Danny but that would be fine. He grabbed the one Nasa shirt he had and headed to his dresser. He struggled to find some sweat pants that would fit Danny but finally found an old pair of his buried at the bottom of one of his drawers.Â
He walked back to where Danny stood in the hallway. He was staring at where Pookie sat on the floor, staring back up at him.Â
âThatâs Pookie.â Dash said.Â
Danny nodded. âI remember. Iâve always wanted a puppy.â
Dash smiled. âIâm sure heâll be able to fill all your puppy needs while youâre here tonight.â
Danny smiled sadly at Pookie but turned to follow Dash to the bathroom.Â
âYou can sit down on the toilet.â Dash set the new change of clothes on the counter while he rummaged through the cabinet for the first aid kit and a washcloth. He set the first aid kit on the counter and turned the water on. He waited for it to get warm before he soaked the washcloth in water. Sudding it up with soap, he turned to face Danny.
âAre you okay with me cleaning your face and arms off?â Dash asked him.Â
Danny looked up at Dash, his expression blank for a moment before he nodded.Â
Dash sat down on the edge of the bathtub and started with wiping down Dannyâs arms. There was so much dirt and grime. As he washed it off he also found some cuts and scrapes. Dannyâs hands were the worst but Dash supposed thatâs what happened when you dug your way out of your own grave.Â
âIâm just gonna have you wash your hands in the sink when weâre done. That might just be easier than me trying to do it with a washcloth.â He stood up and grabbed a clean washcloth for Dannyâs face.
He sat back down and brushed Dannyâs hair out of his face. Dannyâs blank eyes focused on him.Â
Dash held Dannyâs head in place by placing a hand on his left cheek. He started by cleaning around Dannyâs eyes. Dash moved to his forehead but his eyes stayed closed as Dash cleaned the rest of his face and made his way down his neck.Â
âDonât forget behind the ears.â Danny whispered.
Dash snorted but obliged him.
He threw the second washcloth into the sink and studied Dannyâs hair as he opened his eyes back up.
âWash your hands and take your shirt off. I think we should rinse the dirt out of your hair, even if we donât actually wash it.â
Danny headed over to the sink and washed his hands while Dash turned the water for the shower on. He tested the water and adjusted it until it felt like a comfortable temperature. Danny finished washing his hands and then took his shirt off and changed into the sweatpants, tossing the soiled clothes on the floor.Â
âLean over the edge of the tub and Iâll rinse your hair out.â Dash said.Â
Danny did as he was asked, propping himself up by resting his arms on the tub. Dash rinsed and pulled as much dirt out of his hair as he could before he shut the water off. He grabbed a towel out of one of the cabinets and handed it to Danny.
âHere.âÂ
Danny slowly dried his hair as Dash opened up the first aid kit. He pulled out the hydrogen peroxide and neosporin. He grabbed yet another washcloth and doused it in hydrogen peroxide.Â
Dash turned back to Danny just in time to see him pull the towel off of his head.Â
âThis will sting a bit.â Dash warned as he started working on cleaning the scrapes on Dannyâs hands and arms. He moved up to Dannyâs face and cleaned the one scratch that ran across his cheek.Â
Dash went to grab the neosporin and started applying that when Danny looked up at him.
âThank you for doing this. You didnât have to.â
Dash shrugged. âEven if I didnât want to, my dad wouldâve made me. But I wouldnât want to leave you all covered in dirt. You donât deserve that.â
Danny hummed and Dash finally finished cleaning him up and putting bandages on.Â
âYou can take the spare bedroom. I can bring your food upstairs for you.âÂ
âOkay.â Danny nodded, pulling his shirt on. He looked down at the floor as Pookie started following them.
Dash opened the door for the spare bedroom and turned on the light.Â
âHere you go. Home sweet home for the night. You can get settled in while I go see where the soup is at.âÂ
Danny nodded again and sat down at the edge of the bed. Pookie jumped up by him and curled up at his side.Â
Dash headed back downstairs and found his dad still stirring the soup in the kitchen. He looked up when Dash sat down in a chair at the counter.
âHowâs he feeling?â His dad asked.
âHeâs pretty out of it. Has been since I suggested that his mom did this to him on purpose.â
Dashâs dad turned to look at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. âYouâve got to stop explaining things like this. Can you start from the beginning?â
âHe said his mom asked him to help her fix some portal they built that didnât work. That she wanted it to be a surprise for his dad. But she asked him to suit up and sent him inside the thing. He tripped and hit a button and it turned on from the inside.â Dash looked away from his dad. âHe got hurt and when he walked out of the portal he thought something scared his mom. She took him on a walk and at the end of it she pushed him into a grave she had ready and waiting and buried him alive.â
His dadâs eyes widened. âShe buried him alive? Wasnât that a month ago that he went missing? How is he here?â
Dash shrugged. âTheyâre ghost hunters. Itâs probably some weird ghost thing. But she even marked the grave with a rock that had Dannyâs name on it. He literally dug himself out of his own grave.â
âGoddamn.â His dad whispered. âI canât decide if this kid has the best or worst luck in the world.â
âMaybe a little bit of both.â Dash joked. His smile fell and he looked at his dad. âIs this enough to arrest her? Or will Danny just have to go home to her?â
His dad shook his head. âI think it would be enough. We just need to find the evidence to prove it. But we can arrest and detain her for questioning. If we believe her to be dangerous we can keep her without bail as well.â
âOkay. When will that happen?â Dash asked.
His dad looked up towards the stairs. âLetâs talk to Danny and get the evidence we need. I think your and Dannyâs statements will be enough to arrest her while we search for other evidence down in that lab of theirs.âÂ
Dash nodded. âOkay. Weâll keep him safe though?â
Dashâs dad looked back at him. âYeah. Weâll keep him safe.âÂ
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When the portal failed, Maddie knew what was missing.Â
It was a portal to the land of the dead. When every calculation theyâve checked, double checked, and triple checked was correct, there was only one thing left that she thought could be the answer.
Opening a portal to the land of the dead required a human sacrifice.Â
So one day when Jack and Jazz went to the fudge museum, she asked Danny to help her tackle the problem with the portal. She told him she wanted it to be a surprise for Jack. That she wanted to fix it before he came home so that heâd be greeted with a happy sight.
She made sure to hide her notes and hypothesis somewhere Danny wouldnât stumble upon them. She asked him to get suited up under the guise of lab safety and she sent him into the portal.Â
It happened more naturally than she couldâve ever hoped. As he was walking inside, he tripped over one of the wires that ran across the floor of the portal and fell against the portal wall. He pushed the on button that was on that wall and the portal hummed to life.Â
She took in the last image of her son, trying to commit him to memory.Â
His screams seared her mind and she tried to block them out. This was for science. This was necessary to further their studies.Â
But when the screaming subsided, something she wasnât expecting happened.
A ghost stepped out of the portal. He looked just like her son except for the fact that all of his colors had inverted.Â
And his eyes.
His eyes opened. They were acid green and full of fear and pain. He made eye contact with her. A bright light appeared around his waist and when it traveled over his body and disappeared, her human son was left standing there.
âMom?â He said. He held his hand close to his chest.
âDanny, come here.â She gestured him towards her. âLetâs get your suit off. Letâs take a look.â
She unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled his arms out of the top and helped him step out of it. A lichtenberg scar ran from his hand that hit the button up his arm.Â
He didnât seem to realize what happened. He didnât realize he had died. That he was some kind of abomination.Â
âLetâs go on a walk, Danny. Letâs walk that shock off.â
âA walk?â He asked groggily, confused. âShouldnât we-â
She shook her head. âNo. Letâs go on a walk. You seem okay. Letâs just stretch your muscles out.âÂ
This wasnât how she planned for this part to go. She expected him to just be a body on the floor that sheâd have to take care of. She didnât expect him to survive that. If you can consider it that.Â
As they walked further away from the house and into the park, she could feel Danny getting uneasy behind her. She could tell he didnât understand why they were just going on a walk. It got worse when they walked into the woods and she walked off the path.Â
âMom? Where are we going?â He asked nervously.Â
There it was. Right behind him. The grave. He hasnât noticed it yet.
She pushed him and a cry pulled itself out of his mouth. He fell into the grave and his back collided with the ground.
âMom!â He cried. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
She tried not to listen to his cries and pleas. He was a monster. He wasnât really her son anymore. Not the abomination he turned into.Â
She pulled a pop out Fenton shovel out of her tool belt and started shoveling dirt into the grave. He tried to sit up so she started aiming for his face and dumping more dirt in faster so he couldnât sit up anymore.Â
Soon he was completely covered and he had stopped struggling against the force of the dirt on him. She found a large stone and placed it at the head of the grave so she could recognize it when she came back.
She cleaned her shovel and folded it back up, storing it in her belt. She brushed the dirt off of her jumpsuit and composed herself before she started making her way back out of the forest.Â
Nobody could know what Maddie did. She was protecting them. All of them. She did what had to be done. She couldnât let a monster like that walk around.Â
Jack and Jazz just thought Danny was missing. They thought he ran away or maybe that somebody picked him off the side of the road one day. They didnât know that he died in their basement when the portal turned on. That she had orchestrated the whole accident. They would never know.Â
But when she caught sight of the monster wearing her sonâs face, her heart stopped.Â
There he was, sat in the middle of their living room, Jazz and Jack doting on him. But standing between her and them was Officer Baxter and his son.
âMrs. Fenton.â Officer Baxter said as he stepped forward.Â
âOh.. Youâve- youâve found my son.â She said with a weak smile. âWhere has he been all this time?âÂ
Dash stepped closer in front of Danny. Jazz placed a hand on his shoulder.
âMrs. Fenton, I need you to turn around.â He pulled a pair of handcuffs off his belt.Â
She stared at them before her eyes darted back up to his face. âWhat- what are those for?â
âYou are being arrested for attempted premeditated homicide.â
âI- I donât- Why would you think I would do that?â She tried to feign shock, but he kept walking towards her.Â
âWe already have a warrant out for your arrest and another to search your lab for evidence.â
She looked at the monster on her couch and pulled a blaster out of her utility belt. âI donât know how you survived, ghost scum, but I wonât let you walk around pretending to be my son!âÂ
She went to take a shot but Jack jumped up and knocked the gun out of her hand.Â
âThis is our son, Maddie!â He shouted at her.Â
âHeâs not my son anymore!â She screamed as Officer Baxter knocked her to the ground and forced her into handcuffs. âHeâs ghost scum parading around with his face! My son is dead!âÂ
âYou have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney-â
âLet go of me!â Maddie screamed as she struggled against the handcuffs. He pulled her off the ground roughly and started walking her to the door. âMy son died! Heâs dead! That is not my son!âÂ
That monster looked at her with wide eyes she swore she saw turn green. A single tear streamed down his face.Â
âThat is not my son!âÂ
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Dash watched as his dad carted Maddie to his car. She was still thrashing against him, screaming in the street.Â
âWhat happened, Danno?â He heard Jack whisper behind him.Â
âShe did something to me.â Danny whispered.Â
Dash turned and saw Jazz and Jack exchange a look between the two of them. Danny was still staring at the front door where his mom had been taken away.Â
âWhat did she do to you?â Jazz asked.
Danny shook his head. âIf- if I told you⊠Would you still love me?â
A sad look crossed onto both Jack and Jazzâs faces. âOf course we would.â
âMom didnât.â
âWhat did she do, Danny?â Jack asked him again.
Dannyâs gaze finally lifted and landed on Dash. Dash started a little bit at the expression Danny was giving him.
âYou want me to tell them?â Dash asked quietly. Danny nodded.Â
Dash took a deep breath. âHe told me that Maddie asked him to help with the ghost portal. That he went in and pressed a button and when he came back out she looked horrified. Then she led him out to the woods where she had a grave already dug out.âÂ
Jazz covered her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. Jack looked horrified. Dannyâs eyes were vacant again.Â
âI got lost in the woods yesterday and tripped over his empty grave.â Dash looked away from them and at the floor. âHe somehow lasted a whole month buried out there. He had just crawled out of the grave not too long before I got there.âÂ
Danny had started shaking and Jack shushed him. Jazz wrapped her arms around him in a hug.Â
âItâs okay.â Jack said. âYouâre safe now. Youâre back home.â Jack turned to look back up at Dash.Â
âThank you. Thank you for bringing him home to us.âÂ
Dash nodded. He was about to turn away when something caught his eye.Â
Dash saw Dannyâs eyes flash an unsettling green.Â
What if his mom had been right?
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KYLE CROUSE: Alright, hereâs one from HappyTimes. âEveryone is sent a notice to come help take out Eggman's new base immediately. It's a floating fortress out above the middle of the ocean, so Shadow has to take a 4 hour plane ride to get to it. And because of how everyone's schedule happened to line up and where they were all located, he coincidentally has to share it with just Tangle for the whole trip, which he only finds out after the plane had started taking off. How does the flight go between the two? P.S. He has no chaos emerald so he can't warp away. He's stuck on the plane with her.â
IAN FLYNN: So Shadow is obviously and immediately nettled, and Tangleâs like [interrupting] âAh tut tut tut tut tut! Look! Look, I know about âya! I know you like your boundaries,â âshe says as she makes, like, a force-field gesture with her handsâ âI get it! My bestieâs just like it. So, I got my earphones, we got our in-flight movie, Iâm just gonna watch that and not say another word to âya! We cool?â And he just kind of blinks, and then nods, like yeah, okay, he can work with that. And so she plugs in her headphones and she queues up her movie⊠well, she tries to, the touch screenâs kind of hard to work with, and the glare makes it hard to see. She pokes a little harder, maybe she pokes it with her tailâ [as Tangle] âOpe, sorry! Youâre kinda tangled aroundââ [escalating] Donât worry, sheâll completely untangle it, sheâs got lots of experience! This tail gets all over the place!
KYLE: [chuckling quietly]
IAN: [as Tangle] âAh, anyway, do you mind if the armrest is up? No? Okay, cool! Iâm gonnaâ finally!â Alright, thereâs the movie, and oh, she loves the musical number in this part and sheâs gonna sing! Along! Out loud!
KYLE: [laughing]
IAN: And Shadow is just sitting thereâŠ
KYLE: Seething.
IAN: Ever-so-slowly grinding his teeth to dust.
KYLE: Figured he already did that, considering how many coffee beans he eats.
IAN: [chuckles]
KYLE: But sure. I do enjoy that they are seated side-by-side, and Iâm assuming theyâre the only two on the plane. [laughing]
IAN: Yes, all the other seats are occupied, somehow or anotherâŠ
KYLE: Not with people, just with stuff. [laughing] Itâs just them. Just those two, theyâre the onlyâ and theyâreâ and they sit next to each other!
IAN: Plane lands, and Sonic goes, âGreat! You made it. Shadow, I thought you were coming with somebody else?â [as Shadow] âI did.â [as Sonic] âWhere- whereâs Tangle?â [as Shadow] âOverhead compartment.â
KYLE: [laughing] Oh no!
IAN: Sonic pops the latch and Tangle kinda comes out like a can full of snakes and she kind of stretches and goes, âYou know what? Honestly, the leg room in there was a lot better than the seat, not gonna lie.â
KYLE: [cackles] Oh, but she has a problem with small spaces! She didnât freak out? I meanâŠ
IAN: [laughing] Look, you want continuity in my joke answer, man?
KYLE: Yes!
IAN: I got nothinâ.
KYLE: [laughs, then as Tangle] âNo! No! No!â Shadow would stuff her in there anyway. [sigh] No, no⊠maybe itâs Archie Shadow, not current-canon Shadow. That would be better.
IAN: [chuckles]
KYLE: That would go better.
IAN: He would just be sitting there with the Shadow face the entire flight. Thatâd be hilarious.
KYLE: [chuckling] Which Shadow face?
IAN: The Shadow face.
KYLE: [chuckles] Okay. That one. Yee⊠I love it.
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TRANSCRIBERâS NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! Itâs just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you donât like an answer, you donât have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. Itâs all just for fun!
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Temptation
Chapter 7
Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. Thatâs when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesnât mean heâs much of a saint
Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)
The rest of the week he spent as far away from you as he could. He would come home late, sleep in a spare room or sometimes he wouldn't come home at all. Ever since that day he couldn't help but maintain his distance. He was scared, he didn't want to frighten you like that again. Not only did that cause him fear but also the fact that he cared about that.
He was Yuta Okkotsu, one of Gojos most important business partners that worked under him. Everyone was supposed to be terrified of him. But just the single though oh you being scared of him gave him an itch.
He tried to convince himself multiple times that maybe it was because this was all new to him. The concept of marriage and now having to care for Someone else other than him. Yea that sounds about right. This will soon pass and he'll be back to his normal self.
He's been away from you for a good length of time that he kinda felt prepared to face you again. Putting his foot down and putting you in your place. A women shouldn't be walking over a men. Maybe his actions were justifiable last week. He told you to stay put and you did not listen which created consequences.
Yea that's it, you deserved what you got and he will not let it slide.
"Yu?" He hears a soft feminine voice speak. He snaps his head from the paper he held to the door way where you stood in a sun dress.
"Darling you know well you're not allowed in my offic..." as he spoke to you he noticed the bruises on your neck that he left last week. That delicate skin of your being harmed by his own hands. He couldnt bare to see the injury's he caused so he looked back down at his paper.
"Yes I know but I'm worried. We haven't been able to sit down and relax. You're always busy or coming home late. We haven't even slept in the same bed. Im worried about us." you say
About us? what a joke, with the way he's been treating you he was surprised you thought that way.
"I don't think what in doing should concern you. Go back to bed and get some rest." Yuta says as he scans the paper he's been rereading over and over again. To him it seemed like a never ending paper. Everytime he read it he would space out on it having to make him reread it over and over again.
âCan I least go out for some fresh air?â you ask him âof course.â He says as he begins writing his thoughts.
âWithout someone following me.â You speak. The number of times they had stopped you his week from walking out was outrageous. Every time you confronted Yuta about it he would ignore you and keep on with his business. âyouâre not allowed to go out without anyone accompanying you.â
ââââââââ
Your angry thoughts influenced your actions immediately. Storming out of his office you quickly made your way upstairs snatching up his wallet that rested on the nightstand. You couldnât believe that he had just spoke to you that way. This wasnât what you imaged being married to him was. You felt like an idiot for actually agreeing to something so dumb like this. Anyone would have seen something like this coming a mile away. You were just so stupid, so gullible to believe every word that fell out of his mouth. After putting your heels on you walk downstairs. You knew well that Yuta had guards stationed right out the doors. You were so sick of being stuck here with an arrogant man. All you did was try and be the best wife but clearly, he could care less about you and your efforts. Opening the door, you see a tall buff man standing with is back facing you. You let out a small huff as you quietly closed the door behind you. Taking a few small steps forward you see him turn around at the slightest sound of your heels hitting the floor. âGo back inside before I throw you like last time. â That did happen didnât it. âYuta said heâll meet me outside the gates. He seemed to have lost his wallet.â You say trying to get pass him.
He lets out a laugh as he blocks you from going further. âdo you think Iâm stupid little girl? He would never let you go even a few feet from him.â The guard laughs even harder as he shoves you back making you stumble a bit.
You give the man an innocent smile. âClearly you donât know him enough to know that he would let me do that. Let me through before I tell him that you put your hands on me.â You talk back.
âWhat would people say if Yutaâs wife was being man handled? Clearly you would be forced right away. Knowing him he would easily let you go home before killing someone you love.â You stare into his shocked eyes. He mumbled before letting you get pass him. If you knew it was this easy you would if been escaped this place.
Immediately you started walking to the open gates. Walking with the fear of his possible looking outside his window to see you walking of the property. Once you made it out the gates you turn around and shut them. The guard looked at you confused for a second before booking it towards you. Thatâs when you quickly lock it with the key Yuta always carried in his wallet. You gave him another innocent smile before you ran down the road. Luckily those gates where as tall as pine trees, that means he had no choice but to get another key from Yuta who should be at a meeting about now. Now i9f he had the guts to interrupt a meeting then that was on him. Running as fast as you could in heels, you cut through peopleâs propertyâs so you wouldnât be found so easily. Eventually after so long of running you made it to the city of New York. Yuta did not live far from the city at all making everything supper close to you guys.
Stopping at a coffee shop you rest by the wall and catch your breath. You havenât ever ran this much in your life before. The adrenalin in your body was still pumping as you held your chest.
âOh, darling are you alright?â
Alarm bells ran in your head once you heard them say darling. When you look up your met with blue eyes but not the dark ones you know. They were infused with a light green color making them look really friendly. Moving from his eyes to his face you realize this was a total stranger. This man had blonde short hair, chiseled jaw, he wore such a nice navy-blue suit that complimented him. Your mouth seemed to have dropped, mesmerized by his beauty. ây-yes! Iâm fine I just got done with my morning run.â You say
âA run? In heels?â he raises his brow.
âyes...â
âYour quite an interesting girl, how about I invite you to grab a drink with me?â he says holding his hand out. You looked at him not being able to believe him but take his hand either way. He grabbed it firmly and walked out with you in his arm.
â I know this coffee shop with better drink up the street. I had gone to the one we had left to grab a quick drink to go. The I ran into you, and I just love having drinks with people.â He says as he walks with a fast pace. This man was really tall, to the point where it kind of hurt your neck to look up at him.
When you guys got to the place you couldnât believe how beautify it looked. Planted where planted in so many spots and it smelled like roses from the pots that surrounded you. This was something youâve never seen before. As you approached a table, he pulled your seat out and letting you sit before taking his own. A waiter soon came up to you guys and asked if you guys needed time to order.
âNo need, I would like Americano and for the lovely lady hmm, what do you want tea or coffee?â he tilts his head making his golden locks fall to the side.
âI uh, I like tea.â You say
â HĆjicha please! Oh and maybe set of your delicious biscuits.â
As the waiter left, he put his attention back towards you. âso do you usually take strangers on-â âCoffee dates? No, no I am quite a busy man, I was actually free today and well I couldnât just ignore you.â He smiles. âOh well thank you for taking me out uhh.â You say ignoring the fact that he called this a date. âHow rude of me! I havenât introduced myself, havenât I? The name is Angelo.â He says.
âOh, Iâm y/k Okkotsu.â
His eyes seemed to have lighten up once you told him your name.
âMagnificent.â âDo you work Angelo?â
you ask him curious to know his profession if he could afford to go to such a coffee shop.
âI own many restaurants and coffee shops around here, including the one were at. Its quite new actually.â He says as he looks around admiring his work.
âReally? Wow I really love what you did with the place. I is so stunning and it feels like Iâm in the middle of a flower field.â You say surprised.
âIâm glad youâre enjoying it darling.
âum currently nothing Iâm just home all the time but Iâm want to get into my husbands business. I want to feel useful you know? But how can I do that when Iâm not even allowed to know anything about it.â You look down at the wooden table âoh sorry I started venting without realizing it.â You say embarrassed.
âNo need to feel bad I enjoy giving advice to people.â He says as he receives the drink from the waiter that you didnât even notice. He set your drink in front of you as he took a sip of his. Letting out a satisfied sigh come out as he tasted the drink.
âWhat does your husband work inâ he asks as he licks his lips.
âTrading under a company.â You say as you also took a sip out of your drink. Your eyes brightened the second your tastebuds made contact with the liquid. This was really good, this man kept of surprising you by the second.
âWhat is this? Itâs so good Iâve never had such a flavorful tea.â You bring the cup up to your lips once again.
âHa, I knew it would be your taste. Itâs a Japaneseâs tea that has roasted green tea leaves. Its naturally sweet yet has a hint of a smokey flavor in it.â He lifts his hand up in the air to get a waiterâs attention.
The man quickly runs to him and ask him if everything is okay. Angelo reassures him everything is good and that he just wanted to know if he had a bag of the tea you were currently drinking.
âoh you donât have to do that! I can always come on my own, I want to support the business.â You say.
âoh sweety but what if you canât go out when you crave it? You already know how husband can be, ugh so bitter for no reason, Speaking of.â He brings his drink to his mouth. âY- your husband how is he like?â
For a second you thought he was going to say your husbandâs name. Then again, he shouldnât even know him.
âwell, heâsâŠnothing like I expected him to be like.â You say with a sense of sadness. You had no idea why you held such high expectations for him in the first place. You didnât even know him for that long and here you thought he was going to be the best husband ever. âI just wish he was more caring, kind, and well just loving in general.â
You had no idea what had happened, when you first met him, he was the most kindest person ever now he was something else.
âSorry to hear that,â Angelo crosses his legs as he stretches them out. âSomething like that must not be easy to through, I trust your strong enough to pull through, right?â Angelo looks own at his watch and raises his brows. âitâs near noon, do you need a ride?â
Ride, but to where? You couldnât possibly go back to Yutaâs. He was going furious when he finds out you escaped. If you ran back home, you feared your dad would call Yuta since apparently, they were buddyâs now. You could get a hotel room, but they would be able to track you right? At this point he must have already called everyone he knew to look for you. At your wedding the kinds of people that came up to him were unexpected, bank tellers, police, business people, doctors, and more. They all probably had all eyes and ears out for you. You couldnât held but fiddle with your wedding ring to ease your thoughts.
âOr you could come to work for me, you can be my secretary for the day.â He offers with a genuine smile.
âreally?! But Iâm a women, wouldnât people look down on you?â You say feeling a bit excited for the opportunity.
âYou think I care about other opinion? Is that the way your husband thinks? Such a childish mindset. Common letâs go to my company building.â He says as he helps you get up.
AN: Guys I wrote this on my laptop on word during my finals. I typed 5 pages of fanfic and thought I out did myself and once I pasted it onto here I screamed. YOUR TELLING ME THIS IS HOW 5 PAGES LOOK LIKE.
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3.112 Cutting ties
Love Day came upon us again, and it was so nice to have someone to celebrate with. Someone to celebrate, period. Sophia and I rarely did things traditionally, and I continued that trend by asking her out on a breakfast date. I suggested Vivianna's because it was the first place that came to mind, and I really liked their food. But Sophia was in goofball mode and said I wanted to see my girlfriend. I didn't like her saying that, but I loved seeing her in high spirits in those days, so I let it ride. When we got there, the host seated us at the same table from last time, and that sent her even more.
"It's a sign, Luca! If she's our server again, it's means you were meant to be."
I shook my head at her.
"You are way too high on life right now."
She gasped, still giggling at her silly joke.
"Luca! She's here! I think she's coming this way!"
I was still shaking my head when Yasmine walked up.
"Happy Love Day," she said drily. "Y'all don't have restaurants in Oasis Springs?"
"Of course we do," Sophia said before I had a chance to even think of a response. "But we love this one."
"Hmph. You must really love this food. I wouldn't unfriend someone and still show up at their job. Are you ready to order?"
Sophia looked at me in surprise but also trying to hide more giggles.
"Uhh...yeah, we're ready," I said, unsure if I should even respond to the first part.
When I finally looked at her, I saw her face matched her dry tone. Generally, she wasn't the cheeriest sim, but something was off. Granted, I was probably the last sim she wanted to see, but she should have been over that. Something else had to be going on, and I asked if she was okay.
"What do you care? I can't do this right now. I'll send someone else."
She hurried away into the kitchen, leaving us utterly confused.
"What in the world was that?" Sophia asked. "And you unfriended her?"
"Yeah! She's been sending me mean messages ever since-"
"You broke up?"
"Would you stop with that?? She wasn't my girlfriend!"
I couldn't understand why she found this situation so amusing. It annoyed me, but her laughter was so contagious. I couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Did she look different to you?" I asked.
"Sure did. I think she's pregnant."
"Pregnant? Yasmine? No way."
"She's definitely pregnant, babe."
"How do you know? She's not showing."
"Women know these things!"
"Hmph. Some sims don't need to be parents," I said under my breath. At least I thought I did.
"Luca!"
"What? It's true. She doesn't want kids right now. And she's mean...self-absorbed... Can you imagine her raising children?"
"I mean...I don't disagree, but... It's still not a nice thing to say. Maybe taking care of someone else will be good for her."
Nice or not, I meant every word. It was hard not to get upset about it. Sims all around us kept popping up pregnant unexpectedly while Sophia and I woohoo'd each other's brains out to no avail. WE want a baby! Why won't it happen for us? It wasn't fair. But I didn't want to ruin our date with my petty, jealous thoughts. That rant would have to remain in my head.
"Anyway... You excited about moving tomorrow?"
"You know it! I can hardly believe it."
"Yeah, seriously. I've been thinking about that house for so long... I have to keep reminding myself this is real life."
My Social Bunny chime went off, so I checked to see who sent me a message.
"Oh...it's Maira."
"Why do you say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're surprised your friend is messaging you."
"I'm not surprised. It's just...I don't know. Every time I hear from her, I feel bad."
"How come?"
"Because I'm such a bad friend to her."
Sophia's lip quivered.
"I highly doubt that."
"It's true though! I never call her. She's always the one reaching out. Even back in the day it was like that. When I was open to dating her-well, she says we did date, but whatever. I got mixed signals, so I kinda stopped putting energy into our friendship. Then I met Yasmine-"
"While you were talking to me," she said sarcastically.
Like a light switch flicking on, I understood why she continued to joke about me and Yasmine. She still felt some kind of way about realizing she wasn't the only one I was talking to, and this was her brand of petty behavior. I shook my head because I knew she would never let that go, and the jokes were a permanent part of our marriage.
"Yes, I was talking to you. I met Yasmine and Chi Chi-"
"I thought you didn't date her."
"I didn't. She came to my classes a lot and invited me to her house a few times."
She eyed me suspiciously, but I continued my story.
"Dating, having female friends, and all of that was new to me. I didn't know how to say no to her. I couldn't say no to her; you know how she is. And I was talking to you on top of dealing with my own issues... It was a crazy time, and I didn't know how to handle it all, so I ended up neglecting Maira. I feel bad because it wasn't like that in the beginning."
"You didn't have any distractions then."
"Yeah...that's true."
"Do you think it's time to let her go? Everyone's not meant to be in your life forever."
"I know. That might be part of the issue. I want to be a good friend while being respectful to you, but I honestly don't know how she fits into my life anymore. But severing the relationship? I don't think I want to do that. At least not yet."
"Okay." She turned back to her food and took a few bites before a very obvious idea let up her face. "Since we're moving now, we should do a combo celebration! We can turn my birthday party into a housewarming party! Invite her to that."
"Oooh good thinking! You know I married you for your brains."
"Ah ha! The truth comes out."
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Magnet as a revalink songđ?
i hope this was referring to the vocaloid song 'magnet' i only know like three vocaloid songs and those are World is mine, romeo & cinderella, and irony (but the lizz robinett eng cover) âïžđ
i also realize now that this is the song with the extremely intimate 'staring longingly into one another's eyes while our butterfly headphones mics are intertwined' album cover and i couldn't be anymore pleased to enthusiastically announce that YES, that in itself is so revalink đ where is the fanart for it i need it so bad
miku!revali x luka!link, but here's my live slug reaction to the lyrics. (i skipped the first verse, but i used a mix of this video and this vocaloid lyric wikia to look at lyrics. lmk if the translations are wrong or if there are better interpretations!)
I'm wrapped around your finger
from the lips to the tongue
Even if this is something that cannot be allowed,
The flames jump higher still
if there's anything that anyone should know about me as revalinker, it's that i'm completely obsessed with the idea of link always being wrapped around revali for cuddles, for napping on him, etc., and revali just letting him because he's so fond of link he can't and won't say no. link is wrapped around revali's finger (his wing?) physically; revali is wrapped around link's finger metaphorically.
and for the next lines, consider the idea of revali with this warped idea of loving and being loved in his status as a champion, and him trying to maintain a boundary between the two of them. he tries to find every excuse why he and link can't be together even though he's desperately in love with link anyway; they're champions and have responsibilities to their people, they're foils to each others, they butt heads too often, they're too different to be together, or what would the other champions, or the people of hyrule think if they knew they were together? and yet still, they can't help but continue to seek each other out and intertwine and wrap around each other once more.
Every moment, it's harder to restrain myself
If this is love, I want to wear it on my sleeve
The "strange feeling" turns into an unbearable longing
I would follow you to the end of forever
OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BREATHE. STOLE THE BREATH OUT OF MY LUNGS. there's a reason why i said luka!link i was like THESE LINES. THIS IS LINK RIGHT HERE.
going back to what i said about revali trying to keep them apart for all his stupid reasons, link disregards all of them because he wants revali and he knows revali wants him, too. he knows revali just wants to protect the both of them from anything that could tear them apart or anyone who could oppose them, but who cares what others think? if link hadn't already vowed to silence, he would wish to declare his love for revali for the rest of his days, to wear his heart on his sleeve proudly.
the last two lines. oughghfj. ougugh! i'm screaming crying shitting pissing and throwing up. oh god. i love slow burn for revalink so bad, especially link taking forever to realize that he's in love with revali but when he finally does, he's completely devoted. link being like "what is this feeling. i'm supposed to hate your ass but um. i kinda can't live without it." KJDHFJKSDFHJKSDKJFH he would have followed revali into the afterlife and dragged his soul back if he could
With a heart that has gone astray,
We will melt so easily
That there's no free time for us
even to feel each other's tenderness
thinking about link who puts his duty as the wielder of the sword that seals that darkness over his own happiness, over his own love for revali, because that's his responsibility, his purpose. what else was he made to do?
thinking about revalink who will never get the chance to love each other, to hold each other close and look upon each other fondly and sweetly because of that damned calamity. there's no place for tenderness in these prophetical battlefields. they were always doomed to never be.
What has been repeating is not our dream,
But the unmistakably realistic "we"
If we touch, I know we can never go back,
But that's fine; you are everything in the world to me
THEY'RE SO CLOSE. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR. i'm telling you, revali, it doesn't have to be this way, you can have link if you just choose to be with him đ„č
but also i was talking to @senchee the other day about an au timeline split where it's like avengers: endgame when captain america goes back in time to be with peggy. what if after totk, link went back in time to be with revali. haha. "if we touch i know i can never go back" when he gets sent back in time by rauru or something, it was actually just to send his spirit to see the champions one last time as a fulfilled wish, and rauru tells him not to touch anyone in the past because he'll get stuck there with no way of returning to the present if he does (but rauru is fully aware of what link is about to do đ)
hylians and rito aren't long lived, especially not over a hundred years if that's how far back link went, but when link doesn't return from the past, rauru takes zelda to rito village goddess statue, where there is now a tablet on revali's landing, memorializing link and revali :)
As dawn breaks, I become uneasy
and end up in tears
When you whispered, "It's alright",
did I hear tears in your voice too?
it's giving the scene in 'pinesong' by aperplexingpuzzle when revali cries every time he watches the sunrise. i love that fic so much i need to go back and reread the revalink bible.
if totk link went back in time to be with revali, do you think he'd cry at the sunrise too, counting every single sacrifice he had to make to be back here again?
and lastly,
I want you to embrace me, I want you to
tell me that you don't think this is a mistake
I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me,
I want to drown in this moment of captivation
I'm drawn to you like a magnet
Even if I left, we would find each other again
Let's become one; I can never go back but that's fine
You're everything in the world to me
oh my god. oh my god. i can't move. you people are gay đ«”đ§đłïžâđ
revali may speak verbosely, decorating his intentions in all sorts of flowery words, but for link, desire is plain. it's so easy to fluster revali with such simplicity; what better way to convey it with such directness?
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weird that the shape of love is two beating hearts glued together and not two hands holding each other
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watch her when she's lightin' up the night, nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
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Hey there, here again with another fanart for @honeypeabrainâs âOuroborosâ IF. Last one before I start my job, actually!
And here we have Sene and Sybella, the night after a totally innocent sleep over. Nothing naughty went on. Nope, absolutely nothing happened between them the night before... ye... totally... *sweats profusely while sipping water and glancing around*
Sooo, the reason Seneâs pupils arenât Y shaped is because theyâre meant to be dilated. In the demo, I got the impression his eyes were dilated when approaching the mc (Sybella in my case) for the first time. The image in my mind had them be big and wide and round while dilated. I'm probably totally wrong about that. If I am, Iâm sorry! I misunderstood.
Either way, I hope this came out okay! Iâm quickly finding everything about the human anatomy is MUCH harder than initially thought
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my dad just played a bit of Nothing Else Matters just now on guitar he's so cool
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thinking a lot recently about how being chronically ill as a child must have really fucked with me. i never really thought about it that much in the past but now it's like. i am rotating it in my mind and so on and so forth
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this dude has a crush on me and iâm literally cringe
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â R U GONNA STAY THE NIGHT? â fratboy!GETO SUGURU
summary:geto suguru, 'top dog' on campus, is used to ploughing through all the ditzy little freshmen without any concern for their feelings. but now his biggest challenge, is you, and it's not getting you in his bed, its getting you to stay in it.
wc: 4k (look guys I did it)
cw: afab!reader, all types of fucking, masturbation, you ride his dick, you ride his face, he gives you like two spanks, he's kinda whiny but then at the same time not. you both think you're the boss of this situationship and you are both wrong. MDNI slight angst if you squint, or maybe angst angst idk
an: first fic in 10 days, is this what you call a comeback? idk but I hope you enjoy whatever this is I TRIED OKAY I TRIED! Also thanks bae @kazushawty for betaing some and bullying me in our chats
sleeping with a frat bro wasnât on your to do list during your freshman year, but there is something about geto suguru that you just canât shake. you thought that you were one of many, after hearing all the rumours about him that spread throughout campus and that didnât phase you as long as he could get you off, you didnât care what else he did. but little did you know he is all about you and he is finally gonna let that be known tonight.
"excuse me," a whisper brushes against your ear, a deep, low hum that sends shivers down your spine. hands press lightly on your waist, shifting you ever so slightly. you glance over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowing when you realise there is more than enough room for the person to pass. it's geto suguru, and you shoot him a withering glare.
"what's the problem?" he asks, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he observes the hard look you're giving him. but instead of answering, you simply turn away, refusing to acknowledge his presence.
geto, undeterred by your cold response, takes a step closer. his presence is magnetic, and you can feel the heat of his body inches from yours. the music pulses around you, the crowd dancing and laughing, but all you can focus on is him.
âyâknow meâ he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and his voice drops to a seductive murmur. "canât resist the opportunity to get a little closer to you."
âoh fuck off geto,â you hiss, but your words had no real bite, you move your elbow to try and deter him but his stance remains fixed behind you.
âyouâre a hard woman to please,â he sighs, with mock sadness, âbut as frat president i canât have one of my party guest having a bad time at one of my parties can i?â
âmaybe you just arenât trying hard enough,â you retort quickly, finally turning around to face him head on, a teasing smirk appearing on your face, âwhat would you know about pleasing me?â
âi think we both know what i know about pleasing you,â he offers his hand out, âcâmon let me show you a good time.â you hesitate, seeing the spark in his eyes and he puts his hand out further, urging you to take it. you close your eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath before letting him drag you into the crowd of people.
geto hand remains a reassuring hold as he drags you through the sea of intoxicated dancers. he pulls you into him, his dick already bricked up as brings it to your ass, your turn your head and raise your eyebrow, and he flashes a smile in return his hands sliding down to hold your hips as he starts to gyrate against you. you quickly match his pace, throwing back your ass, your hips swaying in time with geto and the music.
he places his hand at the small of your back, forcing you to bend slightly, as he widens his stance and forces his body into your further. your mouth parts, at the contact, and you smile at the feeling â geto suguru actually has rhythm. heâs quick to pull you up, peppering light kisses against your face as he grinds into you.
his arm hooks around your neck in a gentle but firm hold, as he bends down to your ear, his lips whispering words only meant for you, as he continues to rub his clothed dick in the crook of your ass. geto manoeuvres his hands up and down your body, his fingers teasingly toying with your tits, as he explores all you, right on the dance floor.
you could feel the heat between your legs grow, so you pull away from geto turning around to face him, his hands coming down to hold you close to him as if he was afraid you'd run away. ânot bad huh?â he asks, knowing that you feel the exact same as he does, you both didnât even notice all the eyes on you, as the crowd of partygoers just witnessed you almost fuck on the dance floor.
before you could even respond, you could feel the wind being knocked out of you as a broad chest collides right into you. geto keeps you upright, so you donât fall on your ass and places you behind him as he steps to the person responsible for almost knocking you over.Â
as the fog of the moment clears, you see the cause of the commotionâgojo satoru, geto's best friend, is in a blissful state of drunkenness, a wide grin plastered across his face.
"heeeeyy, suguru," gojo greets loudly, his bleary eyes darting between the two of you. "is this you, yeah?" his words slur slightly, but it's clear he's trying to figure out the situation. geto doesn't respond verbally, but the subtle smirk on his face and the bashful look on yours speak volumes. "you know what we could do to make this night greater," gojo announces with an exaggerated flourish.
geto sighs, on a usual day heâs all up for entertaining his friend but tonight all he wants to do is entertain you. âwhat is it satoru?â
âshots!â he cheers, looking around the room to be completely ignored, in too much of a drunken state to even notice, âcâmon sugu, you love shots, you can even bring this pretty little thing youâve got with you.â he finishes, gojoâs eyes linger on you a little too long as he sizes you up, his bottom lip pulling into his teeth and all you could do is raise your eyebrows up at him, puzzled.
âbro,â geto commands, and gojoâs eyes snap to his friends as he raises his hand in mock surrender, âjust take us to the fucking shots.â the subtle tension between the two guys didn't go unnoticed by you, but you brush it off, chalking it up to frat boys being frat boys.Â
it was soon forgotten anyways, with you sprawled across a table of the frat house, drunken partygoers jeering at you as your shirt is half pulled up just stopping at your breast and gojo is cheering as heâs sprinkles salt on you and lines your stomach with shots.
âcare to do the honours,â gojo taunts geto as he finishes pouring the final shot. geto sends a glare his way ignoring him as he makes his way over to you, giving you a long stripe of his tongue down your stomach, before quickly downing all the shots on your stomach, his eyes stuck on you. gojo offers him a lime, which he snatches straight out of his hands. gojo tuts, shaking his head, âsomeones touchy.â and just to add fuel to the fire, gojo has his own lick at your stomach, more slower and sensual then getoâs was, and he pours himself a shot, giving you a wink as he drinks it.
âwhat the fuck man?â geto interrogates, stepping to his friend, slightly wobbling as the shots he just backed in swift succession, hit him quickly.
âwhatâs wrong suguru?â gojo teases with a playful grin, he wasnât dumb he knew who you were before he even saw you, geto talks about you all the time. so when gojo finally saw you with him, with geto still downplaying how he hard he actually fucks with you, he couldnât help but fuck with his friend a bit, âyou jealous?â
âdonât even start with me âtoru,â geto warns, and you begin to sit up with an eye roll, you couldnât deny you were a bit tipsy, but no amount of alcohol could make you bear to see this lame exchange of fray boy bravado.Â
âoh whats your issue man,â gojo brushes him off, going to pour himself another drink, but geto is hot on his tails. âbro we literally always share the hot freshmen, what makes her any different.â
âbecause she just is,â geto snaps, in an attempt of a hush tone but you hear him loud and clear.
âi think iâm going to go,â you say out loud, and geto hears you pausing, slightly panicked. forgetting all about gojo his focus back onto you.
âno no, you donât have to leave, we were having a good time right?â he stammers, rushing to persuade you stay. you couldnât deny that you were having a good time, geto suguru is actually fun to be around, and the way he was staring at you, begging for you just stay with him, hits you right in your core. he pulls you close to him as he murmurs to you, âi know you felt what i felt when we were dancing, just give me a chance and like i said earlier i could really show you a good time. if you let me.â
geto just wanted to get you alone, he could see that the heavy noise of the club was clearly not your vibe, but he couldnât let you leave just yet. he offers out his hand just like he did at the start of the party, but this time you didnât hesitate to take it. letting him cart you off upstairs as you both ignore that wolf whistles coming from gojo, âyou better get some suguru, go and get some for the both of us!â
when you get up into getoâs room, you try to disregard the slew of people strung out in different rooms across the house. but geto was confident, he had no reason not to be with you in his arms, wanting him just as badly as he wants you.
âcâmere,â he beckons you, as he sits down, patting down his thigh. you happily skip over to him, perching yourself right on his thigh, your arms hooking around his neck, your hands clasping together, locking him in. you face inches closer to his, your lips part ready to taste him but he halts you, smirking as he says âyou're cute, yâknow that right?â
âhow so?â you ask, entertaining him with an eye roll.
âyou always sit in class with me, trying to act all bothered by my presence,â he comments, âbut turns out all it takes is for you to come to one of my parties, and for you to dance with me, to get you cumming in my lap⊠literally.â
âare we gonna fuck?â you say bluntly, catching him off guard, âor are you gonna continue to talk nonsense.â even though he wasnât talking nonsense, he was right, tonight really did change your perspective on geto. but you werenât dumb he was the president of the frat, and his best friend gojoâs comments earlier only further cemented the type of people frat guys are.
you press your lips against his before he has a chance to respond, your tongue darting in his mouth as he moulds into you. one of his hands works its way down your body whilst the other stays caressing your face. you groan against him, driving yourself against his thigh, your clothed cunt, already dripping just from the friction alone.Â
âyou getting off on my thigh yeah?â he teases between kisses, and you nod, desperately pushing yourself into him. he hikes you up further, his lips still moving in tandem with yours, and he spreads you into lap so you could properly straddle him. you both had quick movements, both of you are needy and wanting of the other. getoâs hands slide down your back and keep your ass in a firm hold as you begin to rock against him.
geto pulls away from you, his lips already plump from the way youâve been gnawing at them. you pout at the removal but he laughs, âpatience, princess.â but you ignore him your hands darting into his pants, ready to free his dick and land it, but he places his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows raising in warning, âwhat did i just say?â
âto take out your dick and sit on it right?â you shrug coyly, chuckling at your joke, and he smiles, but the warning in his eyes doesnât leave.
âstrip,â he commands, the single word having you folding like a chair, as you fling off your clothes leaving you in your underwear. he pulls you by the waistband of you panties, ripping them off you in one swift motion, biting his lip as heâs met with your wet pussy. âsheâs so pretty,â he comments, flicking at your clit and as he slides his finger down your slit, just about to enter he pauses, putting his finger in his mouth instead of in you. he swirls it around his tongue, âsweet.â
âsuguru,â you whine, at his teasing, âthis isnât funny.â
âplay with yourself,â he says, disregarding whatever you were saying.
âwhat happened to you giving me a good time,â you argue.
âcâmon show me how bad you want it,â he persuades with a grin, leaning back, waiting for you to put on a show for him, âiâll make it worth your while.â
despite everything, you could just never tell geto, no. itâs the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, how he carries himself. with how he is just leaning back in his bed, his eyes low in anticipation as he waits for you to pleasure yourself for him, exciting you to do whatever he wants.
your hand works its way down to your pussy, your thumb landing on your clit rubbing against it as your finger part your sobbing cunt, letting geto see how wet you really are for him. âf-fuck,â you moan out, as you push your fingers inside of you, your eyes clenching shut at the contact.
âoi,â geto calls out to you, your eyes opening and landing on him, âkeep your eyes on me. okay?â and you nod, as you quicken your pace, watching as geto palms his dick at your performance.
âthis is boring,â you complain as you continue to rub at your pussy, trying your best to reach your climax on your own, âneed your fingers, need your diââ
âkeep going,â he orders, smirking, he could tell by the way your stance weakens and your legs tremble, that you were close. you were predictable and even though you were hungry for his dick, he knew youâd be able to cum with just your fingers and his eyes on you. call him cocky, but the influence he had over you was unmatched.
you roll your eyes at him, but you listen, continuing to finger yourself as he told you. your mouth parts, and you exhale feeling yourself about to cum, you push your digits in you harder, and your eyes stay fixated on geto and he shrugs his shoulders letting you do as you pleaseâfor once. you moan loudly as you cum all over your fingers, releasing hard as you spill out all down your thighs.
âsee wasnât so hard was it?â he taunts, pulling out his dick that has been hard from the moment he saw you at the party. he gives it a few strokes, pre cum oozing from the tip and you hungrily pounce on him, your pussy still dripping with your cum as you hover over his dick. you pause before sliding down on him, hissing at the feeling of you stretching you wide. âfuck man,â he groans out as he feels you clench over him, âyour shitâs so tight.â
you bounce up and down on him, as he thrusts up into you, his hips hitting yours in a hard flurry of repeated connections. you press your hands flat on his chest, as his hands stay cupping your ass, keeping you upright as he drills into you.
his pace is unmatched, as you try and keep up, grinding your pussy down on him, desperate to have him stuff you up even more. âsugu âts too much, f-fuck youâre relentless.â
âc-cant help it,â he stammers, still maintaining his merciless strokes, his dick twitching inside of you, âyour pussy is just too good, or should i say my pussy,â he finishes with a wink.Â
ây-your pussy?â you retort, laughing at his seriousness.
âyeah itâs mine right?â he interrogates, sending a slap to your ass to prompt further confirmation, âtell me itâs mine.â you donât respond, a teasing smile spreading across your face, as you stare down at him, still riding his dick. but geto pauses, halting your movements and he slightly eases you up off of his dick, âwhat was that?â he prompts.
âitâs yours,â you give in quickly, not even bothering to entertain it any further with how needy you are to cum, âof course it's yours.â satisfied, geto charges his dick back into you with no warning, and you immediately go back to pushing your ass down on him, spreading your legs wider to straddle him more, taking him in deeper.
ât-thatâs all i needed to hear,â he stutters, feeling himself about to cum, so he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before easing you off of him, cumming all over your stomach. you're quick to follow, your cum spraying his sheets, as you slump over him, dripping down on his body. âi made sure to not cum in you this time, i know how angsty you get over that shi.â
âoh how gentlemanly of you,â you deadpan, âall gives love a stomach covered in salt and semen.â
âwell what would you prefer? your pussy filled with my cum,â he taunts, smirking as you still, âi know i would.â you didnât answer pulling your sticky body away from his, as you come down off of your high.
âare you gonna stay the night?â geto asks with a grin it was like clockwork, everytime you finish fucking heâd always ask the same question, never getting bored when you mutter the same tired words.
âyou know i donât sleep in frat houses suguru.â
he shrugs casually, propping himself up on his elbows and admiring your naked figure. "you fuck in them though," he remarks, as if that justified everything, "so what's the difference?"
rolling your eyes, as you begin to do the laborious task of trying to locate your underwearâgeto always had the habit of throwing them across the room. "the difference is," you pause, looking over your shoulder at him, "I can wake up tomorrow in my own bed, feeling just a little less gross for even fucking you in the first place."
a mock expression of hurt crosses his face as he crawls up behind you on the bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "oh, how you wound me, princess," he coos, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "just stay."
âno, i shouldnâtâ you argue, letting out an exhale as his lips attach to your collarbone, sucking against your skin, pulling and nipping at it with his teeth.Â
you try to distract yourself by putting on your bra but geto is quick to fling it off you, his mouth trailing down to your tits peppering kisses all over your nipples, murmuring âstayâ between each kiss.Â
he takes your boob into his mouth, sucking on its flesh as his other hand toys with the other, massaging your nipples with just enough roughness to have you writhing in his palms. your back arches involuntarily, your tits pushing further into his touch, aching to feel him further, âsee,â he smirks as he toys with you, âyou do wanna stay.â
âi wonât, if you keep talkingâ you warn, gritting your teeth as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. ânow câmere, convince me on why i should stay,â you lift his head off your tits with your fingers, eyeing him down as he stares back at you with pure lust in his eyes. you press a kiss to his lips before steering his head down towards your pussy.
âsince when do you run things?â he doesnât budge, his eyebrows slightly raise as he chuckles.
âyouâre the one that wants me to stay, no?â you counter, your eyes locked with his.
âwell what i want is for you to come sit on my face and my head can stay sandwiched between your thighs, how about that?â his grin widens as your mouth parts, speechless. he tugs you by the arm close to the head of the bed, you climb up his body your pussy still wet from he fucked you before, leaking out your juices all over his chest. âso hop on girl, a manâs gotta eat,â he mutters impatiently, smacking your ass to urge you onto his lips.
he takes you in hungrily, his mouth enclosing on your pussy with such greed that he is practically drowning in your scent. he laps at your cunt, his tongue giving such long, deep strokes which have your hands pressing against the walls, grinding down on his face.Â
geto grips and claws at your ass, he grins, his nose burying into your pussy as your thighs clench tighter around his head. âs-sshit suguru,â your hands slap against the wall as you squeal out, trying to grasp at something to keep you afloat, as the way geto is working your pussy and how his fingers dig into your ass cheeks, has you buckling over about to topple off of him.Â
he hums against your pussy, the vibrations jolting right through you, having you moan even louder. his tongue darts against your clit, swirling at it vigorously, nipping at it lightly with his teeth.Â
âsugu iââ you pant, trying to ease off of him, the pleasure getting too much for you, but his hands stroke both your thighs keeping them in place. âbout to cum sugu.â
you could hear him mumble something, you didnât care what, but the two taps he gave to your thigh let you know you could release all over him. you cry out as you cum, feeling yourself spill out all over his face. geto continues to eat you up, drinking in everything he can take, his chin getting covered by what he couldnât swallow.
 âyou are way too good at that.â you gasp as you slowly come up off his face, your breathing still laboured.
âonly the best for you princess,â he jests with his eyes half open, a blissful smile on his lips as his tongue swipes at the remains of you left on his face.
âyeah me and all the other freshmen you fuck,â you mutter, to yourself but he heard you loud and clear.
âwhat was that?â he urges, wanting you to repeat your claims. before you started fucking geto, you knew he was and what he was about and technically you didnât care, you only wanted him for his mouth gameâwhich proved to be very useful. but when he tries to sweet talk you you couldnât help but be reminded of what kind of guy he is.
âi think you heard me,â you shrug, âiâm saying it to insult you or anything, i'm just telling the truth. you like to fuck everbody and everything.â
âwait? is this why you wonât stay the night?â he says, sitting up, staring you down.Â
âyou must be only a pretty face, if you thought otherwise,â you laugh at his shock.
âno itâs just i think its crazy that you just wonât stay,â he complains, glaring at you as you put back on your clothes, âwe could get to know each other properly.â
âlike we agreed when we first started messing around,â you cringe, pitying the pouty look on his face. âletâs just⊠keep this casualâ
âbut that was ages ago,â he tries to reason, âsome may say youâre just using me for sex.â
âsuguru we use each other for sex,â you respond quickly, you step towards him pressing a peck on his pouty lips, with a smirk on your face as you see his lips chasing yours as you pull away, âwell i'm gonna go now, iâm sure iâll see you at one of your many lame parties you and your people always throw. itâs been fun as alwaysâ geto raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement, blowing out a hard breath, as he watches you strut out of his bedroom.
âsheâll stay the night eventually.â he murmurs to himself, maybe itâs wishful thinking, but a guy can dream.
AN: sheâs only gone and done it. but yeah how was it guys đ„ș? Thereâs only two lines in this whole fic that I actually thought âdamn I cooked hereâ if you guess the lines you win a reward. ALSO IDK WHY I WAS DROPPING HINTS AT SOME GOJO ON SOME MR STEAL UR GIRL TYPE SHIT but I just went with it. But geto is sooo sweet HE JUST WANTS U TO STAY and you donât even fuckinnn stay đđ looool arenât u mean. Technically I wrote the fic backwards it was meant to start with the âr u gonna stay the nightâ AND then gojo and geto would have a a conversation about you AND the it would end w the party and u tucking but I wanted to keep if one continuous flow and ANYWAYS this an is becoming a diary entry so LMK UR THOUGHTS PLEASE CAUSE THIS HAD ME STRETCHED
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Miguel Oâhara in Love
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A/N: I was really looking forward to write this, because I just canât get this whole idea out of my head.
Warnings: Basically none, a little bit of angst maybe?, some smut references and depictions. Miguel being Miguel. Kinda obsessive (?)
This text is based in that frase of Joe Goldberg: âThereâs not a line, in the world, that I wouldnât cross for youâ. So be prepared.
Enjoy, my loves. Every comment or request is welcomed! đ€
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Miguel was curious of you from the very moment he met you. Such a unique presence among all the others.
You had been bitten just a month ago. And it was hard for you. He saw you struggle, falling over and over again, training till exhaustion, fighting to be on the level of the others.
And the worst part of it all, was the guilt coming to attack him with every side eye Jessica gave to him. âIf you werenât going to help her, you should have let her alone.â The woman had whispered while both of them looked at you fighting to climb another building. Miguel knew she was right. He was the one who insisted in bringing you immediately after they found you (only a couple of days after the bite), even when Jessica insisted to give you time for you to figure it out alone. Miguel wasnât having it, and now⊠âSheâs been at it for the whole morning.â The woman pursed her lips, shaking her head.
What Jessica didnât quite know was that Miguel hadnât left you alone all this time⊠He wasnât good at talking, that was true. He wasnât good at showing his support with words, but that didnât mean he didnât care.
You let out a pained groan when you finally plop on the concrete of the buildingâs rooftop. Every single muscle of your body aches and you can fell your heart pounding harshly against your ribcage, making it feel like every breath that makes it to your lungs itâs just a mere miracle.
The weight of the presence of someone standing beside you forces you to blink out of your thoughts. Tiredly, you look up, finding Miguel's mask glaring back at you with a deep frown you can make out of the way his eyes curve.
He holds a white little package on his right and he hands it to you before finally sitting down without making a single sound. It had all started like a little game between the two of you: You pretend you donât see his figure hovering above a building while you train, or his silhouette watching you getting back to The Society place safely. You also pretend you donât know itâs him who leaves bandages and painkillers over your bed every day with a little chocolate next to it. And he pretends he doesnât know that you know.
You cross your legs and smile when you open the small box on your hands, smelling the sweet scent of warm and fresh food. You also take notice of how he changed one of the things he brought you last time, you didnât have the heart to tell him, but you were sure now he definitely noticed you didnât like it.
âEat.â He orders and you are too tired to remark his tone of voice with a roll of your eyes. So you nod, bringing a big spoonful of pasta and vegetables to your mouth, thanking him with a big smile. Smile he doesnât return. He never does anyway. But now itâs not like always. Heâs pissed. âWhen was the last time you ate?â
You look straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. You swallow, slowly, feeling his eyes burning on the side of your head.
âMhm⊠Not long ago, no.â You answer, mumbling while you get more food into your mouth. Miguel raises an eyebrow.
âTraining this much without any nutriments wonât do anything good for youâŠâ
âTraining this much wonât do anything anyway.â You sigh, keeping then the fork between your lips. Miguel wishes to say something but he canât find the words, he canât order his thoughts inside his head to place them on his tongue and tell you just how much you have improved since the first day, so he gladly receives your bright eyes turning to him when you seem to remember: âBut I finally climbed this building, see? Without using any web, only my spider fingers.â
The man nods at you waving playfully at him. The determination in your eyes even when your whole body wanted to give up, even when you know youâre still not close to go on a mission by yourself (or with anyone else), even when you probably couldnât even sleep fine because of the sore bruises, the determination in your eyes didnât flatter.
That made him feel something deep is his hands, a tingle he couldnât control. And he hated it.
âTomorrow at seven.â He sentences, standing on his feet again.
You frown, raising big eyes at him. The brightness in them when the weight of his words hit you destabilizes him.
âFor real?â
âYes.â He looks away. âIf I donât train you youâre not getting anywhere.â
His comment goes unnoticed for the excitement running all along your body.
âOk.â You nod, trying to look professional but failing miserably.
He grunts in response, soon jumping off of the building and losing among all of the city chaos. In some minutes he would be back at the Society lobby. You⊠An hour. Give or take.
Training with Miguel was nothing but⊠Hell.
No, it actually wasnât. You expected you could say that to make people thing you were having it hard, but he insisted on starting with the basics⊠basics that you already felt like being good at.
Still, climbing had become easier within the first week of training with him. The tips and advices he insisted you to follow helped you thinking of it more like a game than a must do.
Swinging was still a tricky one. You used to lose your balance when the demanded velocity was too much. Panic rushed over you, feeling like you would crash against a window or a fucking person, or another spider doing their own training.
âTrust your senses.â Miguel said to you every time you fell, and every time you death glared at him for that. He didnât have one of the most important senses for spider people and he still managed to be better than anyone you could have known. You had them all, and they all seemed to be a mess when you tried to use them.
Soon enough, Miguel learned about a way to motivate you: Rewards. Most of the time was food, some others, the promise of letting you rest for more that five minutes was enough. For a week now, it had been a little bit different.
History. You loved it. And you changed any delicious and tasty food for hours listening to Miguel explaining everything about the multiverse and the tangled webs between all of you. He had told you about his first travels to other Earths at least three times, but you couldnât seem to get tired.
You might not tell him how much his voice soothes you after a long day out, but it wasnât necessary, he could see it. On the other hand, he definitely would never tell you how he glanced at you, completely asleep after another history session, memorizing every breath, every mole and freckle, counting every single one of your eyelashes like the stars on the sky above you.
No. You would never find out about that.
Today was supposed to be just like any other day: quiet, calm and premeditated. Nothing out of the routine you and Miguel had adopted for the past four weeks.
But with you, things were never that easy. Boredom was a dangerous thing for you, Miguel had learned it by now. The hard way. If something became not enough exciting for your restless self, you would look for that spark of adrenaline at any cost. It was part of your determination. Heart of a lion. He knew that. But it didnât change the fact he would have to save you from breaking a few bones every once in a while.
âIâm sorryâ You would say after he dropped you on the safe floor again. He would turn to look at you, fire running up his veins. Every time he wanted to yell at you, to snap and tell you it was the last time you do something like that. And every time he would sigh, pressing both finger on the bridge of his nose, finally grunting in a low voice:
âDesobedeciste deliberadamente.â A month was enough for you to know exactly what those words meant.
âI know.â
âYou could have hurt yourself.â
âI knowâŠâ Then the bright eyes. Always the bright eyes. âBut I have to try, I canât depend on you forever. Getting hurt itâs just part of the way.â
He hated you were right. He lost count of how many broken ribs he got on his first years, of how many scars he still hides under his suit. Eventually, you would have to learn to stand up even if youâre bleeding. Even if youâre dying.
He is not mad at you for disobeying, thatâs bullshit. He admired that of you, actually. You donât act by fear, you do not fear him. You follow your heart even when you know you could get in trouble for it. No, heâs mad because every time he catches you before you hit the ground, all he can think about is that thereâs going to be a moment where he wonât be there to do it. And the sound of your body crashing against the concrete, of your pain, would follow him till the darkest moments of the night, where he curses the day youâll scream his name and he will be too far away to hear it.
âI want to change my reward for today.â You smile at him, both of your hands behind your back, making him suspicious of your teasing voice.
âYouâre not going anywhere with Hobie.â He responds in a neutral voice, starting to walk in front of you.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head before getting in front of him and starting to walk backwards so you could keep facing him.
âItâs not that.â You insist. He doesnât answer and you know thatâs his way of telling you to go on. You sigh. âI want to see you without your mask.â
That makes him stop dead on his tracks. He tilts his head, questioning you with curious eyes. Thatâs all you wanted? No, you wanted that? Why?
Were you really that bored?
âI feel like everyone here has seen you at least one time, except for me. And itâs not fair.â You got a point on that. He spends most of his time training you, you share almost every meal together, heâs the last person you usually talk everyday because youâre too tired to do anything other than going to your room and sleep. You have spent entire days with him, you have cried and made a mess of yourself in front of his presence, and you didnât even know his face.
You can deny the sting of irritation you get every time Hobie or Gwen, or any other come talking about what they said during the meeting before a mission, meetings where, you had learnt, Miguel used to take off his mask. Peter told you it wasnât that big of a deal. You wanted to punch him.
âIf thatâs what you want.â Miguel crosses his arms, tilting his head at you. âNow go tra-âŠâ
You were gone before he could even finish his sentence. He sees your figure going around the building he chose for this particular session. Your swinging had gotten better over the last weeks and the confidence you had in yourself had also been improving, showing your true strength for him to see.
Jessica insisted on you being ready to train at the top levels with the others inside The Society training center, or at least to try. But Miguel profusely refused. He had designed many of the levels to train there, he knew the damage they could cause to someone not prepared to face them.
He blame it on his sense of responsibility over you the fact that he denied any attempt to put you on an unnecessary risk, but deep down, he knew that from the moment he stepped in front of you while you cried for that death he knew all too well now, and then observed how you wiped your tears and showed him your fists, ready to fight him despite everything⊠He was fucked.
You were the little thing he decided to protect even if it costed his life. The little thing that trusted his claws to hold at her, that puts its life on the line without a second thought. It is not his fault to have never experienced anything like this, to donât know what to do, to act like a fool, to refuse to lose it⊠How they cannot understand?
âDone.â You jump in front of him, getting him out of his thoughts.
He looks up, seeing all of the targets on the building covered by a good layer of web. Your precision could be better, but youâre getting at it.
He sighs. He turns to face you completely before ordering his nanotechnology to uncover his face. Dark wavy hair falls onto his temples, brown skin glimmers under the heavy sun above you, full lips press against each other and two cold brown eyes glare down at you.
When you donât say anything, he raises an eyebrow at you.
âIs this what you wanted? Are you happy now?â
You nod without waiting for another question.
âI just wanted to see your eyes.â You answer confident, smiling softly at him.
It is enough to say he never wore his mask on around you ever again.
Miguel O'Hara isnât good in what emotion management respects.
He knows it, but he doesnât have the time or care to try to do something about it.
It wasnât that big of a dealâŠ
Yeah, it wasnât that big of a deal until one specially busy morning where he couldnât make it to your first training, he went on looking for you⊠And he couldnât find you.
He went to your room, your favorite places; he went looking all around the city, praying to find you just jumping above some buildings. But you were nowhere to be found. And it wasnât until one Peter took mercy on him that pointed the worst place to be pointed: The training center.
With his heart going a thousand miles per hour, he started to look for you inside the complex. And when he caught a glimpse of Jessica looking up with a proud smile, he knew exactly where you were.
âSheâs doing even better than I couldâve imagined. Youâre a great mentor, Miguel.â
âWhy is she here?â He answered immediately. Jess raised an eyebrow at him, confused by the uneasiness on his voice.
âDoes that really matter? Look at her, Miguel!â She pointed at you with her extended hand. âArenât you proud of her?â
Of course he was. But what he couldnât stand was someone else messing and taking choices over the one and only thing he has. So instead of answering her question, he sentenced: âDonât ever get close to her again.â
âMiguelâŠâ
âYou can mess around with any other, but there is a fucking line, Jess. You chose yours, and I respect them. Donât mess with mine.â
When he finally appeared in front of you, you smiled brightly at him. He looked like any other day, completely unfazed and with a calmed expression you were so used to see by now.
âTime to call it a day, donât you think?â He asked, raising an eyebrow. You were sweating, you arms were trembling and you could barely control your breath by now, and still⊠You shook your head.
âI want to try this level one last time.â He was ready to talk you out of it but your pleading eyes made him look down at Jess, who, with a single movement, made him understand what she was talking about.
âFine, but Iâll be with you every step of the way, got it?â His frustration made you giggle when you nodded.
You didnât make it till the end of the level, but you tried, and that was all that mattered to you. To Miguel, having been able to take you to the wall before you crashed against a crystal under you was the main thing that mattered.
It had been a whole experience, but it remained like that. Enough time at least for him to push his way of react behind him. Until something made it snap again.
His eyes fly to all of the cameras in front of him, fixing his pupils in whatever screen he could catch a glimpse of your suit.
The threat they were expecting for your first mission ended up being a lot more aggressive and capable than hoped. You and your partner had already received a few good hits by the time Miguel reached for the Call button.
âHow are you?â Is the first thing you hear when you press âanswerâ.
âNever better.â You reply, smiling at the interface of your pretty boss clenching his jaw.
âNeed help?â
You immediately shake your head. âNot at all, weâre managing just fine.â Your figure distorts while you swing around. Heavy steps following you up close. âI gotta go, Miguel. See you back at home.â
âNo, wai-âŠâ He widens his eyes, trying to reach you before you end the call. His fists tighten and his eyes close, fighting to keep himself calm.
But our man canât catch a break, because as soon as his breath starts to get back to its normal speed, a camera showing on one of the screens burst out with a big clatter, forcing his eyes open only to see his worst fear take form in front of him.
You were struggling against the anomaly, kicking your feet in the air and trying desperately to get his hands off your neck. Your partner was nowhere to be seen. You appear to lose you patience when you stop fighting and instead shoot webs to the creatureâs eyes. The anomaly maddens, and throws you against the next building on the street.
Miguel's eyes follow your body across two cameras, watching in horror the blood dripping from your mouth when you cough after the blow, struggling to get on your feet again.
His hands move quicker than he can process, bringing all the information about the Earth you were on for him to see.
âMiguel.â Jessica calls from behind.
âWhere the hell did you send her?â He whispers, reading the screen displayed. âI told you she wasnât ready to go.â
âMiguel, look.â She insists, this time with a more demanding voice.
But the man canât think of anything else more than you bleeding. Alone and injured.
âYou said it was an easy one.â He growls in a low and dangerous voice.
âIâmâŠâ
âI told you she wasnât ready!â He snaps, looking back at her. His fangs pinch on his lower lip, so hard he can feel a drop of scarlet liquid running down his chin.
And itâs not until Jess takes a step back and Lyla calls his name that he realizes the way his claws had ripped the metal in front of him.
And then⊠A call.
He blinks out of his trance, looking up at the screen with your name on it. He hits âanswerâ and your dirty suit and scratched face make an appearance.
His red eyes relax at the sight, returning to those soft brown irises and dark pleased pupils reserved only for you. He hides his fangs and his claws are no longer nowhere to see. Just you. It was just you again. And you were okay.
âMiguel, look!â You smile at him, pointing the camera on your watch for him to see your partner finishing to tie up the anomaly. âWe got it!â
âYeah, yeah, I see.â He canât help but let out a small glimpse of a smile over his lips, nodding at your excitement.
âOh, youâre smiling. Wait for me to come back, I wanna see it in person.â And just like that, his smile is gone.
âDonât take any longer. Both of you, come back as soon as possible.â
And with that, the call is ended once again, leaving him in a room with heavy air and thick silence. He jumps off of the platform, still glaring at Jessica in silence.
âYou know that wasnât right.â She whispers. âThe way youâre acting it isnât right, Miguel.â
He shakes his head, slowing his movements until he remains still just a few feet away from the entrance.
âYou donât know what itâs like.â He murmurs.
âOh, now I donât know?!â She opens her mouth with indignation, but Miguel doesnât alter.
âItâs not like that and you know it.â He hisses. âI have lost everything in this world. I am utterly alone. And even between us, there a strings that doesnât tangle. You have a husband and a soon to come baby, a family that awaits for you at home, but what do I have, Jess?â
The woman, for the first time, remains silent.
âI have her. I only have her.â He says. âNot a single thing in this world belongs to me but her. Everything else have been taken away from me, everything I once had has disappeared: my job, my life, my normal life. If sheâs ripped from my hands, I have nothing left. And I cannot keep fighting for a life I donât want to live. This is not only for her, Jess. If I lose her, I will tear the universe apart with my own hands.â
A single shiver ran down her spine, watching Miguel exiting the complex to find you arriving almost at the same moment.
She watched how his threat takes meaning when you wrap your arms around him and his eyes brighten at the sound of your laugh.
She knows that if they ever were to lose that light, the whole multiverse would dim with them.
Miguel wanted to own you.
He wasnât good at hiding it.
His hands would come to your hips, grabbing your tights or caressing your waist under your clothes.
Your scent would drive him into his animalistic side at every given moment. Until the point he would have to step meters away from you during the meetings in order to keep himself from the smell of your hair and your soft skin.
But when he didnât keep himself from you, he would come from behind you, embracing you with his whole body. His face would bury in the curve of your neck, sending shivers with his tongue coming out, tracing a single line till reaching your ear, where he would whisper what he wants, where he would ask you to let him touch you.
When you say yes, he would drop his head and sink your fingers on your tender skin, pressing his hips against your body when you throw your head back, allowing him to do as he wished so with you, to mark you as his as many times as he wanted.
âMiguelâŠâ You sigh this time, feeling his hands clinging at your suit, desperate to touch your skin instead.
He had just returned from a mission that had kept him away from you three days. You had imagined he wouldâve returned tired and ready to sleep for fifteen hours, but instead he took you straight into his bedroom and pushed you against the wall, where he now holds you still with both of his arms.
âTake it off.â He whispers, tugging again at your suit. He was being nice this time, and you thank him internally for that. You donât have the strength to ask Lyla for another suit.
You complain with a happy humming, letting your body fully exposed before him except for your panties still covering your ass and pussy.
The man switches off his own suit, letting you see up close the tent under his boxers. His fingers grasp at your thighs, forcing your legs open for him. Two of his digits run along your folds over your panties for around ten seconds before he decides to tore away your undergarment and place his hand back at your sex.
You would have complained about his behavior but his fingers pressing down on your clit rip only a moan out of your throat. He plays with your sensitive bundle until youâre wet and seconds away from an orgasm he pretends to steal away when he stops his movements.
âNo, pleaseâŠâ You cry out, your legs threatening to give up.
âShhh, patience, mi amor, Iâm not done yet.â With one hand he pushes you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his neck for support before he starts eating you out like a starved man.
You tighten your tights around his head, almost screaming at your over sensitive pussy being stimulated even more, with his tongue pushing in and out for a while until he takes it to your clit again, sucking in, ripping another hard cry out of you. You are so close. And when he finally joins in two of his fingers to curve inside of you, itâs your end.
You scream his name, clenching around his digits, making him growl enough to feel the vibration running down your skin. He guides you through all of it until you finally seem to catch your breath again.
But then, he takes out his fingers and drops his boxes to the floor. His dick throbbed painfully, making him hiss when he stroke it a few times before pressing against you, chest to chest, and bottoming out all the way with a single thrust.
âFuck, Miguel!â You throw your head back as he does the contrary, sinking his fangs into your skin, trying not to lose control.
âMay I move?â He asks, breathing heavily on your skin.
You nod.
âYes, yes, please move.â He groan in pleasure at your words, starting to move your hips in and down to match the rhythm of his.
You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning sweetly against his ear while he pick up the pace. Soon enough, only the sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard around you, with nothing but your moans and gasps indicating him where he had to thrust, and his deep growls showing you how close he was.
âCum for me.â He says, pushing your back back to the wall with his hand around your neck, squeezing you under his fingers. âI wanna see you cum.â He demands, making of his pace nothing but a mess of thrusts.
He was so close, he just neededâŠ
âMiguel!â Your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out desperate whimpers when your legs tremble around him and your walls clench around his cock, sending him so high he has to bite you again to avoid a throaty moan escape from him.
You could barely begin to feel your toes again when you feel him tightening his grip around you before walking out to the bed.
He was ready for the next round.
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Thank you so much for coming all this way!
PD: I know Miguel fangs have paralyzing venom but letâs just pretend he can choose when to use it and when donât.
This might not be good but I had the idea of this thread of story and I just wanted to write it.
I hope you have at least enjoyed some of it.
Love yâall. Sending a lot of love. See ya. <3
PD2: Iâm trying to work now on a Sub!Miguel thing. It may be still a couple of days from it, but I want to be good. And I havenât decided if it would be just porn or porn with plot. So let me know!
PD3: Iâll be doing cleaning and correction between today and tomorrow.
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