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#me: my family members are having hard weeks and I’m away from them and I can’t DO anything >:(((

kirbyskisses · 11 months

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miguel o’hara x reader || “te amo”

chapter 2: “cafécito” (masterlist)

wc: 1.3k

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“would you still love me if i wasn’t who i said i was?” the words dump out of miguel’s mouth before he can think to stop them and you turn around, incredulous.

he’s been on this earth for seven days and the guilt of usurping the version of him native to it, is still eating away at him as much as he enjoys you and gabriela.

your voice rings out before he can stutter a sudden apology or explanation.

“that’s a big question to ask before i’ve even poured a full cafecito, mi amor? did vulture bonk you in the head a bit too hard last week? can we start with a ‘good morning, my love. how did you sleep?’”

miguel gives a sheepish grin and shrugs out a ‘no, he didn’t.’ but it’s another technical lie. the vulture had injured the miguel you knew to the point of death but not the one who you’re kissing now.

he’s a replacement, a man from another universe who made a choice only a week ago to not leave you widowed, to not leave your daughter half-orphaned, and to not leave your nueva york without a spiderman.

but in the soft moments like this where his lips are on yours that he doesn’t feel like a replacement. where he feels that you’re his because you fell in love with miguel o’hara and he is miguel o’hara.

his lips are soft and intent on memorizing your taste - which at the moment is that of sugar and café bustelo.

“lo siento.” he chuckles softly. “buenos días, mi amor. how did you sleep?”

“very well, thank you.” you give a loving smile, handing him his small glass of coffee. “you know, you’re a lot more cuddly lately. it’s nice to fall asleep to - you should take time off more often.”

he chuckles. so he’s more of a cuddlebug than his past counterpart? that means you have spotted a difference.

miguel was hesitant to even share a bed with you this past week, still feeling like an intruder. it’s wrong to sleep next to a woman he doesn’t know but you do know him.

he knows you now too, having taken the whole week off of spider-man duty to adapt to being a father and husband.

sitting with lyla at the computer to memorize everything - your birthday, your anniversary, your family members and how you met. watching video of you revealing your pregnancy, of your wedding - every happy detail he can find to be the miguel you deserve.

it’s not him but it looks enough like him that he can close his eyes and pretend they are his memories with you until he has stayed here long enough to make some of his own.

and in little ways he has. it has been intoxicating to have you throw your arms around him and enthrall him with good night kisses; to fall asleep in the hold of a lover. with how small and comforting you are he’s gotten an addiction to holding you close - to having a constant reminder that you’re real and his now.

without warning your waist is wrapped by a string of neon red and jerked onto his lap, his hands happily gripping the fat of your thighs before roaming up and down.

“míguel! what did we say about webs in the kitchen?” you whisper harshly - raising your voice could wake the baby in the other room.

“ay, pero mamííí…” miguel whines playfully. “you said it yourself i’m a cuddler. you’re too cute to not be in my arms.” he chuckles and lets his nose and lips roam ever so gently up your neck with a smirk that hints at his sharp teeth.

whatever noticings you had about him being a bit different this week - it all melts away. he’d been a little more awkward, more spaced out, more terse. not responding to your inside jokes as if his mind was in another world. but now, you chalk it up to him having witnessed a hard death as spider-man the night he came in with blood on his suit. anyone would have an off week after that.

you know miguel has always been a hard working man but this is the one you know - serious but smiling, and deeply in love. your annoyance at being pulled in by his webs breaks and you roll your eyes, fingers pinching his cheek.

“you know, you weren’t who you said you were when we met.” you start, meeting his wide brown eyes that watch the curve of your lips as you speak.

“standing me up because you had ‘work,’ knowing all these strange facts about genetics and technology passing them off as some hobby, making up how you kept getting cuts and bruises. i swear i was one more missed date from popping you in the head, hombre.”

you flick his forehead and he pretends to flinch with a laugh before letting your hands glide through his dark brown curls.

“pero… there you were. la araña. and everything made sense. and i was mad yes - i bet all of nueva york could hear me chew you out that night. but i was still in love with you.” you give this soft, wistful expression that makes his heart race.

“so to answer your stupid, pre-coffee, way-too-early-in-the-morning-ass question; yes. i’d love you if you weren’t who you say you are. so long as miguel o’hara loves me y mija - i don’t care who he is.”

miguel feels the most overwhelming sense relief of relief spread across his bones and pulls you down for another kiss, words exhaled against your sweet lips.

“he does - i do. yo te amo.” and despite having only really known you for days, despite only having experienced the falling in love through screens and data collection and practiced sentences, miguel o’hara thinks he really means it.

“yo te amo también, araña…” you whisper.

the two of you enjoy the silence before you snap back up. “but shoot one more web in this kitchen and see if i don’t divorce you.”

“yes, ma’am!” he releases you hurriedly not letting his emotions show on his face, distracting himself with another chug of coffee that only makes his heart go faster.

there is one more difference you notice in miguel. it only catches your eye when he’s holding your sweet, little bundle of joy.

miguel fell hard and fast for the girl, who has inherited so many of his features even having barely just passed a few months old. he’s elated to have a daughter who he can father; he’s not the original miguel who met and courted and married you but he will be the father who sees her grow and walk and talk - possibly crawl onto walls if his arachnid genetics pass down too.

your answer to his question over coffee confirmed to him that he gets to be your husband but no confirmation is needed that little gabriela is his daughter and his alone.

it makes all that first week of pretending, all the intricacies of interdimensional travel, completely worth it.

he’s a brooding superhero, but he’s all smiles around her. when she giggles, when she eats, even when she makes caca, miguel is quick to cover her in kisses and praises at her very existence.

“i still can’t believe she’s real.” he whispers as he rocks her to sleep, body electrified by you hand on his arm as you both stare down in wonder.

“sí, es real. papí’s muñequita linda, no?”

“sí… mi princesa.” he kisses her head - she’s so incredibly tiny in his toned arms and against his broad chest.

when he places her in her crib and straightens as he stands back up - that is when the exact difference finally hits you.

“¿míguel, mi amor?” you start, “have you gotten…bigger?”

#x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara x reader #x latina reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #atsv #across the spiderverse #fluff #angst

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Dirty Work 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I'm ahead on studying so figured I'd get this going.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The television blares as you come downstairs. The hues flicker through the archway as you peek inside. Your father must’ve left it on. You’re used to finding him passed out on the couch but he’s nowhere to be seen.

You yawn into your hand, another week ahead of you. You near the couch as the volume makes your ear drums buzz. Why does he always have it so loud?

Your morning tea hazes your vision. You have those few moments of peace before you have to start the day. The warmth flowing into you, nestling in your stomach, comforting you. As you come around in search of the remote, you stumble to a stop.

Your father didn’t make it that far. He’s slumped over on the edge of the couch. Your heart leaps into your throat as you see the remote on the floor. He must have dropped it. You snatch it up and mute the television, leaving its glow to light the room.

“Dad,” you touch his shoulder, but you already know. He’s not rasping or coughing or choking. Oh no. Oh no no no.

You try to roll him onto his back, then to sit him up. You can’t move him. He’s limp and heavy and…

You run away, racing upstairs to grab your phone from your night table. The charging cord snaps out of the port as you flip it open and rush back to the first floor. You’re panting as you key in the emergency number and put the phone to your cheek.

“Hello!” You nearly shriek at the operator as they answer, “my dad! My dad!” You shake your head as you try to gather yourself, “my dad’s not moving. He’s not breathing.”

“Alright, ma’am, I need you to calm down, can you do that for me?” The man coaxes.

“I don’t know,” you whine.

“Ma’am, you gotta calm down. You wanna help him, don’t you? So take a breath, alright?”

You inhale and let it out, “he’s not breathing,” you babble again.

“Okay, ma’am, you gotta get him on his back for me, can you do that?”

“Y-yes,” you chuff out and go back to the couch. You push on your dad, lifting his arm until he flops onto his back, “he’s on his back.”

“Alright, do you know CPR?” The operator asks.

“I… yes,” you gulp. The doctor sent you to lessons after your dad got the tank. He said it was standard for family members. Your dad told you it was garbage. “Yes, I know how.”

“Good, I need you to breathe for him. You remember the steps, right?”

“I– I can do it,” you say convincing yourself as much as him.

“Do it now, alright? I want you to keep on until the ambulance gets there. You don’t stop,” he says calmly, “I’m tracing your location and I have people on the way.”

“I’m… I’m gonna do it. Now.”

You place the phone down and hit the button for the speaker. You stand over your father’s limp body as your eyes gloss with tears. He can’t be dead. You won’t let him do that. He never listens to you but you’re not going to let him die.

You tilt his head up and move the oxygen tube out of the way. You put your hands on his chest and pump, keeping count as you do. Then you pinch his nose and bend over him, blowing into his mouth, just how they showed you.

You don’t stop. You won’t. You can’t believe this is happening. It’s not going to happen. You can’t lose your dad. He’s all you have. He’s all you’ve ever had.

You hear sirens and the operator speaking to you. You tune it all out as you focus on your dad. You’re crying as you pump again. One, two, three…

The world is foggy around you as you count, over and over. You feel someone touching you, pulling you away. There’s noise all around as the colours turn to blurry orbs all around you. You fight to get free until you realise it’s okay. They’ve come to help.

You watch the paramedics in their white shirts work on your father as another stands beside you. She hands you your phone as the operator talks to you.

“It’s okay, ma’am, they’re going to get him to the hospital,” he assures. “And take care of you.”

You thank him in a wobbly voice and shut the phone. The woman beside you gives a sympathetic look. The men by your father mutter.

“He’s breathing,” one declares, “get the stretcher.”

“He’s… he’s alive?” You squeak.

“Stand back,” the paramedic beside you stops you from going forward, “gotta let them get him loaded up.”

“Is he going to be okay?” You murmur.

“We can evaluate him at the hospital,” she insists, “you can ride with him but first, they need to get him there.”

You nod and wipe your wet cheeks. He’s alive. Barely. You think you might have saved him. For once, you think you did something right.

🧹

You call into work as you sit out in the waiting room. You hope missing your shift doesn’t affect your probation. Clara thanks you for letting her know but you expect it’s a hassle she doesn't want.

You have your spring jacket pulled over your pajamas and a pair of slip-on sneakers. You wring your hands almost raw as you wait and watch the clock. You are overflowing with anxiety.

You rock in your chair as the minutes stretch to hours. You see others come and go. Some in rough shape, others on their own strength. Stretchers roll in and out, occupied or otherwise. The sterile scent dries your nostrils and stains your tongue.

As noon rolls around, you get up and find the vending machines just inside the entrance. You drop coins in the slot and push the button for an English tea. The cup drops down into place and the nozzle churns loudly, spitting out thinly steeped tea. It’s better than nothing.

You return to your seat and blow over the top of the cup. Your mind pendulums between the room down your hall and the beeping machines, and the empty house with its fantastical gardens. You should’ve been mopping Mr. Laufeyson’s floors that day.

You finish half the tea before you give up on it. It’s lukewarm and bland. You slouch down and cross your arms. Your eyelids droop but you won’t let them close. You yawn and watch a woman comfort her sniffling child as he sneezes into her shirt.

It’s all so surreal. It feels like a dream. It is your worst nightmare. The doctor warned you but you hoped… you hoped it wouldn’t come to this.

Your name is called and you sit up, nearly jumping out of the seat. You wave your hand and approach the woman in blue scrubs.

“That’s me,” you gulp.

“You can come see him now,” she says.

You blink, “he’s okay?”

She gives you a look, “he’s stable. Come this way.”

She turns back as the large double doors open inward and strides forward. You follow her and she leads you to a room. She points you inside. “He’s on the other side of the curtain.”

“Thank you,” you utter before she’s off. Everyone is in a hurry there. You suppose they have to be.

You turn and look at the closed curtain around the first bed. You pass it and peek around the next. You find your dad, eyes shut, tubes crisscrossed all around him as a machine echoes his heartbeat. You pull the curtain shut and sit in the stiff plastic chair just near the end of his bed. You stare at him, eyes welling hotly.

“I tried,” you croak, “I really tried, dad.”

You drop your face into your hands and let yourself fall apart. You bawl, swallowing down your sobs as you choke. You try not to make too much noise in your grief. You wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbour. But you can’t stop yourself. You’re sorry. You’re so sorry.

You let him down again.

🧹

Your father wakes up the next day. He isn’t cognizant as he thrashes and chokes on the tube down his throat. You hit the bell and stand back to watch in shock. The nurses rush in and shoo you out.

It’s hours before you see him again. The new nurse says he’s sedated and will need to be for a while. You ask if he’s okay. Again. Her answer isn’t much of one.

You spend the first two nights sleeping in the plastic chair. You can’t bring yourself to sleep in the house alone, but you have to leave him. You have a job that day and you need the money. Especially after seeing the invoice for the ambulance.

You go home and change on the third morning and go down to the east side for your assignment. You get through it without thinking. You just do. The familiarity of scrubbing, sweeping, and mopping mutes your emotion. Outside the hospital, you can almost pretend it’s not real.

When you finish, you go back to the hospital. You eat in the cafeteria before you go to your father’s room. Your stomach mulches painfully as your body greedily digests the processed chicken noodle soup. It’s your first meal since the day you got there.

Those yellow walls become your new home. You only leave to go to your third shift that week and otherwise linger. When the nurses send you out, you have tea in the cafeteria or choke down another unappetizing meal from a plastic tray.

Your father’s awake on Sunday night. They tell you they’re weaning him off the sedation. His eyes are glassy and confused. He doesn’t look like himself and for more than the tubes that keep him alive.

Monday morning you say goodbye and promise to be back after work. He grumbles and coughs. He doesn’t have a feeding tube anymore but hasn’t said a word. You don’t know if he can or if he just has nothing to say.

You set off to Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Another week. You’re halfway through probation but you won’t celebrate. You only want to panic. You need money. You need more shifts. Three houses a week for another month and a half won’t do.

As always, you just have to take what you can get.

You shake off the last week before you cross the threshold. Hopefully your eyes aren’t too swollen. Between the lack of sleep and crying, they’re raw and itchy.

You open your phone and click the stubborn button on the keypad to scroll. You put in the code and push through the gate. The garden is a blur of green as you ignore it. You’re not there to watch the leaves dance or breathe in the beauty. This place is just as gray as the rest of the world.

You go inside and begin. Shoe covers, gloves, and… you don’t have your water bottle. Oh well. You proceed down the list. Room by room, item by item. You don’t see him. You don’t hear him. You hope he’s not there.

You get to the second floor. There’s a new bullet point. ‘Study: grease the office chair.’ Huh?

You recall on your last visit how the chair squeaked with his every move. You huff and return downstairs. You go to the closet where the rest of the supplies are and find a new bottle. Small with a narrow nozzle. You read the instructions as you ascend back to the upper level.

You open the study door and stop short. You didn’t think too knock. You sputter but keep any words from spilling out. You keep a grasp on the doorknob but before you can back out, Mr. Laufeyson lifts his gaze from the laptop and catches you in his sights.

“Stay,” he demands and slowly closes the laptop lid. You wince as it clicks. “I thought you quit.”

You stand dumbly in the door. You glance from him to the wall then down at the bottle in your hand. He clicks his tongue and his chair squeaks as he leans forward.

“You may speak. I want to know where you were.”

Why? Your habitual silence keeps you from blurting that out. You clear your throat.

“I couldn’t work, that’s all,” you say, peeking up at him sheepishly.

He tilts his head as he narrows his eyes, “for what reason?”

You don’t know what to tell him. You don’t think he really cares. You roll the bottle in your grasp.

“I had an emergency,” you explain, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t–”

He puts his hand up, “they sent another one. I didn’t like her. She didn’t dust the mantle.”

“I’m sorry, sir–”

“Mr. Laufeyson will do,” he corrects.

“Mister–”

“We’re done speaking,” he interrupts.

You sniff. Did you offend him? Should you have told him more? You only want to be professional and it wouldn’t be proper to bring your personal life to work, would it?

He stands suddenly and you grip the bottle tight, keeping your arms straight at your side. He struts around the desk, his height emphasized by his long steps. He approaches you, stopping as you move out of the way of the door.

“Fix the chair,” he demands, “that damn noise is driving me mad.”

He sweeps out, leaving you grasping the bottle of grease in confusion. Is he mad? And why is he so concerned with your absence? He doesn’t seem very fond of you. Will he tell Clara? Could he have you fired?

You try not to worry about it. You already have enough on your mind. You can only do what you can do. Grease the chair and finish the job.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #maid au #dirty work #avengers #thor #marvel #mcu

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shakespeareanwannabe · 1 month

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As You Wish, Chapter 9

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, poor military references, references to cancer and chemotherapy, cursing, preteen shenanigans, anxiety

32nd Street Naval Station, 13 years ago

Jake’s gulp was the only movement he made as he lined up amongst the other aviators and sailors, on solid ground again for the first time in six months. It was sweltering hot in San Diego and even the lightweight material of his khaki uniform did nothing to prevent the sweat from dripping down his neck. All he wanted was to get changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and grab a beer at the Hard Deck, knowing he would be reuniting with the other members of Dagger Squad after half a year away.

He, Javy, Bob and Phoenix had been deployed together, thank god, but he was anxious to see everyone else, a thought that would have rocked him back on his heels even a year ago. He still wasn’t known as the greatest team player they had, but he had surprised even himself when he had bonded with the other aviators he was stationed at Top Gun with. Payback’s wife had been expecting when they left, Fanboy’s mom going through chemo, while Rooster was left to run training simulations with Maverick, and Jake wanted to hear about all of it.

Yet, he was left standing in formation as those around him started to disperse, their family members and friends tapping them out. Jake allowed himself a little sigh as he saw people searching left and right for their loved ones. Once upon a time, his parents would have made the journey out to release him from his duties, but they were older and more hesitant to fly now. He knew his grandfather would have made the trip from Texas, but he hadn’t even mentioned it to the man. Jake straightened his shoulders. Hopefully, Javy’s mama had made the trip. Auntie Thea loved Jake almost as much as he loved her, and he knew that she would tap him out if she saw him standing there.

His shoulders almost drooped when Stella, the tattoo artist Javy had been seeing for a few weeks before deployment, approached and nearly tackled his best friend. Shit. There went that plan. Natasha’s sister had already tapped her out, the two of them smiling back at him teasingly as they strolled away, leaving Jake and Bob standing there amongst the other crewmen who hadn’t been found by their loved ones. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, and while he knew that Nat would feel like shit and apologize if she found out he was the last one standing there on the tarmac, a heavy weight settled over his heart. There was nothing more disheartening than to realize you had nobody to welcome you home after six months at sea.

“Bobby!”

Jake almost winced. Even shy, quiet Bob Floyd had someone there who cared about him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman—the beautiful woman, too beautiful for Baby On Board Floyd to be able to pull—hugged the WSO tightly, officially releasing him from his duties.

“Hey kiddo,” he heard Bob say softly, hugging the woman gently. “How’ve you been?”

“Excited to have finally finished my masters,” she shrugged. “And looking forward to getting to spend some time with my big brother before diving into the post-grad job search. So, how was it? I know you can’t tell me much, but how was it?”

Bob chuckled softly. “Let’s just say, I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re back too,” she replied, giving him a slight nudge as he bent to pick up his gear. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

“I think the squad is planning on getting drinks tonight at the Hard Deck,” he offered as he shuffled his bag onto his shoulder. “They’re probably already there. Well, most of them, anyway.”

“Why most of them?” she asked as they slowly started to walk away. “Did some of your other friends get deployed too?”

Bob shook his head as they passed in front of Jake, lowering his voice. “I don’t think so. Some of us are still waiting to get tapped out, though.” Bob shot Jake an apologetic glance, and his friend followed his gaze.

“Is he one of your friends?” she asked quietly. Jake’s eyes strained against the sunlight as he stared dead ahead, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as the tarmac grew more and more empty.

“I guess you could say that,” Bob murmured. “That’s Hangman.”

“Ohhh…” Jake could almost imagine the dawning of realization on the woman’s face as she remembered the less than flattering stories Bob had undoubtedly shared with her. “I’ll be right back.”

Jake blinked as the woman appeared right in front of him, smiling softly. “Do you not have anyone to tap you out, Hangman?” she asked quietly, eyes soft and bright. Jake couldn’t bring himself to look away. “Oh right, you’re not supposed to break formation or talk or anything until you’re tapped out, right?” She placed a warm hand on Jake’s shoulder, and he allowed himself to relax. “There. That’s better.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he murmured, bending to grab his bag.

Bob stepped closer. “Hangman, this is my sister.”

She rolled her eyes and offered him her hand, stating her name with a smile. “I’m pretty sure introducing me as his sister was supposed to be some sort of warning for you not to mess with me,” she whispered slyly to him, sticking her tongue out at her brother as he sighed.

“I would never, ma’am,” he smirked over at Bob and lowered his head over her hand, kissing the warm, silky skin softly.

“I already regret everything,” Bob muttered as the three started walking towards the parking lot.

She grinned at him, and Jake felt something inside himself stir. It wasn’t often that the mere sight of a pretty smile gave him that feeling in his chest, but something about Bob Floyd’s sister smiling at him made his heart feel like he had just run back-to-back marathons.

“So, Hangman, do you have a ride to this Hard Deck place?” she asked as they approached a rental convertible.

He found himself smiling back at her. Not his signature smirk or his flirty grin, but an actual Seresin Smile. “No, ma’am, I don’t. And please, call me Jake.”

“Jake…” the sound of his name on her lips made something in his brain short out, and he found himself wanting to get to know everything he could about this woman beside him.

The dopey smile on his face must have given him away because Bob groaned again. “I really regret everything.”

Hotel Zaza, Downtown Austin, Texas, Now

The days after their Zoom call had been hectic, to say the least. Bob had been able to coordinate flights that would put them in Austin Friday night, so they could be ready for their meeting on Saturday afternoon. Rooster had kept in contact with Natasha and given her the name of the hotel that Savannah had insisted they stay at, because it was her number one choice for a wedding venue. Buttercup’s agent had been able to get them adjoining rooms in the hotel, pulling the ‘fairly famous and well-off author’ card when the hotel had balked at the last-minute reservation.

Charlie was immensely grateful for her aunt and uncle organizing their trip, because she had spent the days between the call and the flight getting to know her mother, as Charlie this time, not as Abby. It was even more wonderful than getting to know her the first time, and she felt a bit silly about her fears that her mother wouldn’t love her if she wasn’t Abby. If anything, Buttercup’s adoration for her had only grown once Charlie had started acting more like herself. They had spent the whole flight to Texas chatting and giggling, watching old movies and sharing stories about their lives. By the time they disembarked in Texas, Charlie felt even closer to her mother than she had before.

Now, however, she was seeing a brand-new side to her mother, one that she wasn’t even sure Abby had seen before.

Buttercup’s hands were folded tightly under her chin as she surveyed the contents of her suitcase, her weight was shifting back and forth, and her breath was coming in short gasps.

“I-I don’t see why it matters what I wear, Nat,” she murmured, her wide eyes scanning over the clothes that had been neatly tucked into her rose gold case. “It’s just my ex-husband, his new fiancée, and my daughter.”

“Because it’s your ex-husband,” Nat replied with an eye roll. “Pull a Princess Di and revenge dress the shit out of him!”

“Language,” Buttercup murmured, though there was no real heat behind the warning. “It doesn’t matter anyway, Nat.”

“Then why’re you shaking in your boots?”

Buttercup backed up and slumped into one of the armchairs in the suite. The room was sheer opulence, large and clean and beautiful in a way that Charlie had never seen before. She had to hand it to her, Savannah sure knew how to pick her potential venues.

“Because I haven’t seen him for over a decade and he stopped answering my calls about the custody arrangement and now he’s getting married to someone who is arguably way too young for him and here I am, still single and unable to recognize that our daughters swapped places!”

Natasha sighed, but Charlie stepped in front of her mother before her aunt could say anything. “It’s going to be okay, mom,” she said. “Abby and I will be there, and so will Uncle Bob and Auntie Nat, and Uncle Roo and Uncle Javy.”

Buttercup chuckled tearily. “Look at you, Charlie. Talking me down.” She sniffled. “I’m sorry, honey. I need to pull myself together. You don’t need to be parenting me.”

Charlie giggled. “I’m not. I’m just telling you what you told me when I was freaking out about the lecture I’m probably gonna get from Dad.”

Buttercup giggled and pulled Charlie into a hug. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mom,” Charlie pulled away. “Why don’t you pick something that makes you feel good to wear? That way you feel confident when you see dad again?”

Buttercup grinned. “I like the way you think, honey.”

Standing up, Buttercup moved to her suitcase and dug around, eventually pulling out a lacy green dress with a gold chain belt.

“I wore this to my first book signing,” Buttercup grinned. “Forest Windows won a Women’s Prize for Fiction that year, and I’ve considered it my lucky dress ever since.”

“I think it’s perfect,” Charlie smiled.

Nat grinned. “It’s no LBD, but you look hot in it, and that’s all that matters.”

Buttercup rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom. “Thanks, Nat. I’m going to shower and get dressed. Did your father text you to say that he had arrived yet?”

Charlie shook her head. “No…he didn’t. I’ll check in with Abby and see what their ETA is.”

“Sounds good,” Buttercup smiled, the tug of her lips still strained but not as stressed. “I’ll be out in a bit.”

Once the door had clicked shut and they could hear the water running, Natasha turned on her.

“Your dad still has no idea, right?”

Charlie nodded quickly. “Abby, Javy, and Rooster have kept him and Savannah in the dark. Dad still thinks he’s with me, and he has no idea that we’re waiting for him here.”

Natasha nodded grimly. “Your mom’s gonna be in there for a bit, hyping herself up. What’s Abby’s ETA?”

“They’re five minutes out,” Charlie confirmed, checking her phone again to check Abby’s shared location.

“Okay. You go down and meet up with Abby, away from where your dad can see you, okay?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Auntie Nat. That was my part of the plan.”

Natasha playfully shuddered. “You’ve got so much of Hangman’s attitude in you, it’s spooky sometimes. I’ll go let your uncle know to keep your mom occupied in the room until we give him the signal, then I’ll head down and be ready to run interference if I have to. Ready?”

Charlie’s heart leapt. “Ready.”

“…and then we have a meeting with the florist at 4 pm, and they’re a high-class place, so no mucky cowboy boots and jeans, okay, Jakey?”

Abby held back her gag as Savannah droned on about her wedding itinerary. She had been talking about it since they left the ranch over 3 hours ago. What should have been a 2-hour drive at most had stretched on because Savannah had to keep getting out and taking pictures to ‘document the experience’, and each time, Abby had to control her eye roll. It wasn’t worth it, and, besides, there were three things keeping her Zen.

1. She’d promised her dad that she would try to be accepting of Savannah. As upset as she and Charlie were about how he had handled things, and as much as Savannah turned her stomach, she wanted her dad to be happy, so she had agreed to grin and bear it for the duration of the visit.

2. Rooster and Javy were there, and while Rooster might have fallen asleep within minutes of hitting the road, Javy was awake and keeping her entertained with dramatic eye rolls and faux gagging every time Savannah opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure if her father had caught on to their antics or not, but Abby was sure having a good time.

And, most importantly, 3. Her family was waiting for them at the hotel. She would finally get to hug her mother and tease her aunt and uncle about all the stories Javy and Rooster had filled her in on.

Jake sighed and pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “Yes, Savannah. I promise I will be dressed appropriately.”

“Thank you, sugar,” Savannah flounced and exited the car, leaving her two suitcases for her fiancé to unload.

“Dude, I—”

“I know what you’re about to say, Coyote, but don’t. Okay? Just…don’t start.”

Rooster yawned and sat up. “Sure, Hangman. Whatever you say. C’mon, kid. Let’s let your dad and Javy deal with the suitcases while we go check out the pool.”

“Is that okay, dad?”

Jake smiled tiredly and waved his hand at them. “Yeah, you two go have fun. I’ll catch you for dinner, which we are having with Savannah’s parents, okay?”

Abby smiled through her held back groan. “You got it, dad. See you in a bit!”

Grabbing Rooster’s hand, Abby practically dragged him through the lobby and into the elevator.

“Abby says they’re in room 513,” she said excitedly, and watched as her uncle jabbed the round elevator button with an elegant 5 painted on it.

“Are you sure Javy will be able to keep it together?” he asked her as the glass elevator sped upwards. “Dude’s been acting jumpy since we left.”

“He wouldn’t dare tell dad anything! He was trained just the same as you were, Uncle Roo. I’m sure he can keep it together for a little longer.”

The elevator came to a rest on the fifth floor and Abby practically sprinted through the slowly opening doors, hanging a right and skidding to a stop at room 513.

“Here goes!” Abby chirped as she knocked on the door. Her heart leapt as the door creaked open, revealing Bob, his phone pressed to his ear.

He smiled brightly when he saw her, and held up a long finger. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll call you back when I can, okay? Okay…me too. Bye.” He tapped the red button and crouched, Abby falling into his arms. “Hey kiddo.”

Abby’s chest expanded as she clutched her uncle. “Uncle Bob, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

He stood, Abby still hanging onto his neck as he nodded over her shoulder at Rooster.

“Bradshaw.”

Rooster nodded back. “How’s it going, Bob? Where’s Nat and Charlie?”

“Downstairs, keeping a lookout for you.”

Rooster nodded as Bob finally put Abby down and reached out to shake his hand.

“We must’ve just missed ‘em,” Rooster mused, watching Abby as she ducked around Bob to glance around the room.

“Where’s Mum?”

“She’s in the adjoining room, kiddo. She might be having a bit of a panic attack right now, but I’m sure the sight of you will calm her down.”

Abby grinned up at the two men and bolted over to the door, tearing it open with a loud call of “Mum! It’s me!”

Bob chuckled as Rooster shook his head. “And I thought Charlie was high energy.”

Bob nodded as he pocketed his phone. “She is. I guess they both are.”

Rooster nodded and leaned back against the closed door, a heavy silence weighing over the two men. Once upon a time, they had been friends, allies, partners. Now, they were little more than strangers, two people roped into a scheme by two preteens.

“So, Nat’s downstairs?”

Bob nodded. “She and Charlie are trying to find a way to separate Hangman from this fiancée of his. Is she really as bad as Abby is making it out to be?”

Rooster shuddered. “Remember all the girls who would hang around the Hard Deck and try to flirt with anyone in a uniform?”

Bob nodded gravely, his skin crawling at the memory. “I do.”

“Savannah is about twenty times worse than that. Javy can’t stand her either.”

Bob blinked. “Is Javy downstairs too?”

Rooster nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to have him and Nat bump into each other downstairs?”

Rooster’s eyes widened, but, before he could speak, Abby raced back into the room. “Uncle Bob, Mum’s not in there.”

Bob blinked again. “Are you sure?”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m sure, Uncle Bob.”

Bob’s cellphone was back in his hand, pressed to his ear after a quick dial. “Yeah, it’s me. Where are you? I thought you were still getting ready?...Really? Buttercup—” Bob pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. “She hung up on me.”

“What did she say?”

“She went to go get a steamer from the lobby for her dress. She didn’t want to wear something wrinkled.”

“And she couldn’t have gotten someone to deliver it to the room?”

Bob shrugged at Rooster’s question. “She probably needed some air.”

It was Abby’s turn to dig her phone out of her pocket and dial. “Charlie? Yes, we’re here with Uncle Bob, but Mum is heading down to the lobby right now! You and Auntie Nat need to run interference!”

A/N: Oooh, a cliffhanger! Maybe I'll be able to get the next chapter done in one week instead of two. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

[𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Word count: 12K+

Tag: @moonnaught

Note: I’m sorry for not posting my life became hectic and many family members were in the hospital. I’ll try my best to write this week.

— EVERY COUPLE ARGUES. In every relationship, some ups and downs happened. Some issues become fixed and other problems are left to be unsolved. As with many problems in a relationship, this particular has been left unsolved. The problem with Marc Spector and Jake Lockley was that they were very closed-off people. But since you were originally Marc's wife, Marc fronted most of the time to spend with you but it's been a year since he's become Moon Knight, he didn't like talking about it with you.

Or talked about his emotions in general. And it seemed like every argument was a full circle because of that issue. You would gently try to ask him what's wrong then he would brush it off saying it's nothing. You would plead with him asking him to tell you what's wrong then somehow, along the way of begging turns into a screaming match.

If anything, the same routine of the same problem was getting exhausting. You would storm out of the shared apartment and leave for a couple of hours. Or lock yourself in the bathroom to cry because all you want to do is help Marc.

But it seems like every time you try with him, another screaming match occurred as Marc and Jake who were taking turns between fronting in the body, slamming the cabinets as you stood a far distance away from him. "Please, just tell me what's going on!" You shouted trying your best not to flinch with each slam of the cabinet as Jake was looking for a particular item that you hid away just for them to talk to you.

You knew the item that you hid away was important to their mission but you wanted them to talk to you about what was going on. "I don't have time to tell you what's going on!" Marc shouted this time as he slammed another cabinet, turning around to face you. "This mission is far too important. Just give me what I need!"

"Just tell her what's going on. You're scaring her." Steven pleaded from the window's reflection watching you flinch from his loud tone.

Marc ignored him. He always ignores Steven because Steven was the one who always patched the relationship up. Honestly, if Steven wasn't there, Marc believes that the marriage would have ended years ago but yet; you still remain.

Marc wasn't sure if you still remained because of Steven or you just couldn't leave the relationship. He saw how your eyebrows would wrinkle together as tears glisten in your eyes with each argument. He knew he pushed you away every single day, his reason was simple. He was afraid of getting close to someone; to show vulnerability.

Marc purposely self-sabotage every relationship he ever had because of his mother. His mother's words still lingered in the back of his head no matter how much he pushed away the memories and tried to erase them from his mind; she was always there. And for that reason, it was hard to get close to anyone.

Especially the one he loves the most; you.

But how could he tell you about being Moon Knight? You were the only thing good in his life no matter the numerous times he pushed you away, screamed back at you; caused this rift in the relationship that was slowly tearing you away from him. You were that balance that Marc needed, it was fucked up in a way because he knew he held onto this toxic relationship. The toxic relationship he created but it was addictive to come home to someone who still remained.

Marc knew you deserved better; of course, he knew this, but he felt in a way that he deserved something good in his life. He couldn't imagine you with someone else, it felt selfish to have you remain here with him, unhappy. He wanted to change but that lingering voice of his mother is what caused this rift of forever never having a stable relationship with anyone.

You shakily stepped forward but remained your distance away from him. "Please, just. . .just tell me what's going on, Marc." You pleaded as your eyes trickled with tears. "I. . .I know this mission is important but I'm always worried for you. I stay up at night never knowing if you're going to come back. I stay up wondering if you're dead or not."

"I never fucking asked you to worry about me." Marc harshly replied, stomping towards you. His brood figure towered over you, his dark eyes peering at you. "I never ask you to stay up at night wondering where I'm at. I'm fine. Now, tell me, where is the damn map?"

You narrowed your eyes at him as tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Marc's heart ached seeing the same tears that were resulted from his anger. Not every day was it that you cried, only the days when Marc had to leave. On the days he didn't have to leave, those were the moments that made it worth staying but quite frankly, you were getting mentally exhausted.

Exhausted from crying, worrying about your husband. Wondering almost every night if he was going to be alive but here he was asking you to not worry. From when he became Moon Knight, before all of that; you were in a good relationship with him. It may have not been the best but ever since he became Moon Knight; everything changed.

You didn't know why you stayed with Marc. Truly, it was hard to say. Perhaps you saw yourself in him. Afraid to be alone, afraid to endure the loneliness, and afraid to show yourself to anyone. You thought those types of thoughts were in the past when he saved you from being kidnapped. He was hired to save you and through that crazy journey, you connected with him but for the past year, it seems that connected broken to almost nothing.

Almost.

Almost because you still had hope. But you were almost at your breaking point as well with him. "The map is on the bookshelf, hidden behind my romcom section." You muttered quietly. Wiping the tears with the back of your hand, you step aside from Marc.

Marc quickly walked to the bookshelf and carefully put your book aside to find the map that he stole a few days ago for Khonshu. He found the worn-out map quickly and stuffed it in his pocket. He placed back your books in the right order and turned around seeing you standing there with a blank expression.

How did everything turn out so shitty? Marc could blame everyone else for what has happened to the relationship. His mother to creating a series of problems like his mental illness, and his lack of understanding of how to care for another person properly and healthily. How to process his emotions in a way that doesn't harm himself or others. Or he could blame Khonshu who created this person he hated and used him as a puppet.

He could blame the world for giving him an unfair life. But in reality, his choices come to him. His behavior came down to him. Steven would always tell Marc how he could go to therapy to change his toxic and unhealthy behavior but Marc was afraid. His fear was affecting everything in his life. He could only blame himself for not changing.

And he does blame himself because of the expression on your face. Usually, you would be crying and begging him to stay home with you. To be safe with you and not go anywhere else but here you stood. Emotionless and uncaring. Perhaps you were at your breaking point where you didn't care for him anymore. And that was on him.

"You know," you began with a harsh chuckle. "I didn't think the relationship would have got to this point. And you're right. You never asked me to care for you but you asked me to marry you. And that meant I would care for you once I said yes."

Your finger and thumb twirl the ring around your finger as you slid the ring off. Marc's heart sunk seeing the ring between your fingers. This was it, this was your breaking point. "But each time you put on that costume, I always worry but I won't anymore." You stride towards him, harshly grabbing his wrist. Forcing his hand open, you shoved the ring in his hand. "I'm not divorcing you but I won't wear that ring anymore. You're not the man I married, Marc. You're a stranger. Blame whoever you want about our downfall but you can only blame yourself. I blame myself for many reasons but I won't be part of this toxicity anymore. I'm done."

You turned around and walked away from him. His eyes bore on the back of you. His heart rammed against his chest as he blinked rapidly. His eyes peered down to the ring. The shimmering golden ring had a carving on it. Together forever, my love

"Marc. . ." Steven muttered from the nearest reflection. His heart aches at the situation.

Marc sniffled, holding back his tears as his fingers curled around the ring. His face went blank as he slipped the ring inside of his pocket and turned around. "Marc, you could fix this," Steven said from the passing reflections on the wall. "I know you want to!"

"No, leave her be," Jake spoke up as Marc curled his fingers around the door knob. "She deserves better than us. All we ever do is fight with her. It's better to leave now and come back later."

"No, I disagree," Steven argued. "Marc. I know you love her. You can make this right."

Marc shook his head as his eyes softened at the door. "No, Jake is right. All I ever do is mess everything up. All I ever do is push people away. This is my fault, it was inevitable." Marc whispered. "It's too late to try anymore."

Marc opened the door, his head jerked to see if you were standing there. To have any last hope that you didn't mean what you said but nothing. The apartment was silent. And Marc left with that silence.

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You sat on top of the bathroom's sinks marble counter. The cool countertop stimulated your nerves as the hammering of your heart didn't ease. Your finger felt empty without the ring that was given to you by Marc. Never once you took the wedding ring off your finger, never after a fight but this time, it was different.

You had to take it off to show how serious this problem was to Marc and Jake. You only found out about his alters a few months ago. Steven was the better pleasant one than Jake because Jake was similar to Marc. Always hiding something because they're scared to show their true selves.

The argument between Jake was still fresh in your mind because it happened yesterday. It almost seemed like you couldn't get a break. Whether it was Jake arguing with you or Marc; there was always something.

| YESTERDAY |

Jake's heavy footsteps echoed through the apartment causing you to stir in your sleep. The groggy feeling slowly disappeared as you rapidly blinked away the blur of your sleeping state. Your eyes darted to the nearest clock and the time read 5:37 AM. It wasn't the latest time Jake ever came home, you were more surprised he came home at all.

Usually, he's gone for days but this time, he came home early for once. Stretching off the couch, you crossed your arms underneath the blanket. "Jake?" You called out softly watching him shuffle around the kitchen possibly looking for something to eat.

At first, he didn't answer. His shoulders were tense as his hands stopped mid-reach towards a cabinet. "What are you doing up?" Jake gruffly questioned.

You could barely see him through the dark. You decided to get up, carefully wrapping the blanket closer to your body as your bare feet padded across the apartment to find the light switch. "Don't turn on the light," Jake said from the kitchen but your finger flicked the switch.

You squinted your eyes from how bright the light illuminated the apartment. You heard more shuffling from the kitchen as you walked over there. You let out a soft gasp as your brows wrinkled together. "Jake." You muttered worriedly.

From the side of him, you could see a bandage on his nose as his nose was bloody and bruised purple. Small cuts formed on his cheek and litters of other small wounds across his forehead. "Go back to bed," Jake demanded as he continued to pull out his favorite snack to munch on.

"How can I go to bed when you come home looking like this?" You said incredulously. It was terrifying seeing Jake coming home with wounds like this as if he just let the other guys punch him. As if he didn't care to take a hit.

"I'm fine." Jake merely replied, he didn't turn around to look at you. He was hiding something but Jake was always hiding something. And you could tell he was hiding that something but he was refusing to look over at you. His shoulders were more tensed than usual. His tone had more sharpness and roughness as if something happened.

"What's wrong?" You softly asked.

"It's none of your business!" Jake suddenly shouted, firmly slamming his snack against the counter causing you to flinch as he turned around. That's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were bloodshot red as if he's been recently crying. The tears stained his cheek as his eyes were heavy with regret.

Your lips curled into a frown as you stepped closer to him. "Jake." You reached out to comfort him but he slapped your hand away. It wasn't a harsh slap but it made your chest clench from the hurt. Even with that hurt, you reached out still and grasp his sleeve instead. "What happened?"

Jake was silent for a moment. His eyes were averted from yours as he let out a harsh chuckle. "I went out on patrol and. . ." He sucked in a sharp breath as he shook his head. "And. . . There was a fire but some guys had me occupied. There were too many guys and I heard a kid crying for help in the burning building. I tried to get to the kid but. . ."

Jake didn't need to finish his sentence. You understood that he couldn't save the kid and that was feeling tremendously guilty for not being able to save the kid. Marc told you about what happened to his little brother so you could imagine how Jake felt about not being able to save the kid in the burning building. It was the same guilt from him not being able to save Randall.

"Oh, Jake." You said sympathetically. "It's not your fault. I understand how you feel."

Jake shook his head as he glanced at you with his jaw tightened. "No, it is my fault. You wouldn't understand what I'm feeling right now." He pulled his arm away from you as he walked past you. "You could never understand what it means to have a family because you were an orphan. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel, okay?"

Your eyes widened from what he said as your heart clenched. "I couldn't understand how you feel?" You let out an abrupt scoff as you pulled on Jake's arm, forcing him to look at you. "You're a fucking asshole, of course, I know how you feel because you know why? The only family I ever had is Marc. The only person I could rely on is Marc."

"And every day I'm scared shitless when you or him go out there getting your asses kicked. Doing some sort of fucked up missions for a crazy god. The mere thought of losing you terrifies me. So yes, I know how you feel about losing something because every day when I look at you or Marc, I lose a piece of myself." You shook your head as you let out a dry laugh. "I lose myself because I don't know whether you're coming back. Just like how you lost your brother, I'm losing you and Marc to this Moon Knight persona. So I know exactly how you feel."

What you said almost seemed pointless because no matter how many times you tell Marc or Jake your feelings, it seemed like it fell on death's ears. But what you didn't know was that Jake took in every word and that tremendous amount of guilt amplified. How he wishes he could be better for you. How he wished he could show you the love you deserved like Steven could but Jake was made out of Marc's anger.

Jake was fabricated of Marc's darkest desires. Jake couldn't give you what you needed no more than Marc could. Every day, he wished he could do better but as the same fear as Marc, his mother's voice lingered in his head.

"I'm not going to deal with this," Jake muttered through gritted teeth as he stomped back towards the front door. "I'm not even your husband. Why the fuck should you care about me?"

"You may not be my husband but you wear his face. Whatever actions you cause, the consequence lay on Marc." You replied harshly. "And I care because I always cared about you, Jake. Since you showed up, I cared. But go ahead, just leave like you always do."

In a way, you wished that Jake would have taken your words and stayed. You always wished Marc and Jake would stay but they never do because they can't handle their emotions. They could never handle their emotions.

So with solemn regret, Jake opened the front door and left abruptly with that silence lingering in the air as well. And finally, you broke down sobbing trying to muffle them by putting the blanket against your mouth. But Jake heard them as he leaned against the front door, heartbroken by the painful sobs.

| END OF FLASHBACK |

This time, you couldn't cry. Not at the moment because from every argument that comes; there was always the aftermath. Steven or sex. It was one of the two that would come with the aftermath. Steven, the precious man who consoles you through the heartache and there was the rough sex that happened with either Marc or Jake as in a way of an apology.

The problem was that you understood that Marc has heavy trauma to deal with and perhaps you couldn't leave because Marc was your only family. There was last shimmering hope that he could change, that he could do better. And you wanted him to do better, to seek help for his trauma. All you ever wanted him was to heal but you could only do so much for him.

Marc could only see to heal himself, you were done trying.

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As usual with Marc's night on patrol after he handed the map to another avatar that Khonshu said was trustworthy. Marc was getting his mind off the argument the only way he knew how to. Fighting. His knuckles were chapped and bloody, aching from the ferocious punches he was giving to the man beneath him.

It almost seemed like he couldn't stop punching the person in the face. The man underneath him was trying to assault a woman in the alley. A woman that almost looked like you. The perpetrator hit the husband unconscious next to the woman and Moon Knight swept in. That was merely two minutes ago and yet, Marc didn't stop punching the man.

"Marc, that's enough!" Steven shouted inside his mind witnessing through Marc's eyes the situation.

Marc snapped out of his trance as he rapidly blinked underneath the suit. He stood up and glanced over to the woman who cradled her unconscious husband with fear, gazing at him with wide eyes. He stared at the woman in front of him. Her eyes looked similar to yours, even down to the same facial structure and skin color.

The woman was almost harmed and killed. Her husband wouldn't have known what would happen and would have woken up to her harmed, dead body. The thought of something happening to you crossed his mind. He could never forgive himself if something happened.

"Who-Who are you?" The woman called out, cradling her husband close to her chest.

"Moon Knight. . ." Marc trailed off as he kept his distance away from the woman. "Are- Are you okay? Is he okay?"

The woman nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes, thank you, Moon Knight." Her voice strained as she glanced down back at her husband. "I'm sorry we fought earlier, please don't die on me."

"He's not going to die. He's just knocked out, call an ambulance and tell them what happened but don't mention me." Marc demanded as he turned around about to walk off to the night. His knuckles begin to heal as he stalked off.

"But you're a hero, how can I not mention you?" The woman croaked out.

Marc stood there frozen, he couldn't consider himself a hero. How could this woman see him as a hero when he beat a man near death? "Just don't mention me at all." He gruffly said, walking to the shadows.

Marc's mind lingered off to you. The primal fear of losing you was always on his mind but he knew this time, it could be true. He saw something with the woman he saved and her unconscious husband. She apologized for fighting with him earlier. Marc started wondering the what-ifs.

What if you walked outside by yourself to calm yourself down and you were in trouble. And if something bad had happened to you. What if you died and the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument? What if he lived with that regret with his last words being to you was harsh?

What if you died not being his wife anymore?

There were worse things in life than him being killed, it was losing you. Marc's chest tightens at the thought of losing you not just emotionally and mentally but physically. His trauma held him back from making real connections to other people but he got you despite those hardships.

Despite everything that happened. You were there. Marc couldn't let these behaviors and patterns go on anymore. He couldn't allow you to walk away from him. With his new determination to do better, he ran.

Marc ran to the apartment allowing the mummy-esque dissolve from his body as he opened the apartment door. "Baby?" He called out as he shut the door behind him. The apartment was eerily quiet. His footsteps echoed through the apartment as his eyes darted around trying to hear you.

A voice softly came from behind the bathroom door. Marc quietly walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door. A soft sob escaped your lips, filling Marc's ear. His heart broke, usually, he pushed away from the terrible regret he felt after the arguments but he allowed it this time.

Marc allowed his feelings to crash all at once. His fingers curled around the doorknob and opened the door. "Baby?" Marc called out again as he shuffled into the bathroom.

His eyes softened with sadness seeing your face pressed against your knees as you hugged your arms around your knees, pressing them close to your chest. His eyes flickered to the mirror seeing Steven. "You know what to do Marc, you've always known but are you going to finally be a good husband and do better?" Steven questioned.

Marc nodded. He couldn't let this behavior affect the relationship any longer because his greatest fear besides being alone was having you walk out of his life. He was going to fix what he messed up. "Just go away, I'm tired." You mumbled. "I can't fight anymore, Marc. I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Marc shook his head as he brought his large hands to cup your face, lifting your head up. His heart hammered seeing the tears stain your cheeks. The puffiness crinkled around your eyes as you sniffled, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm not here to fight either." He softly spoke. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. . .I'm sorry."

Your jaw dropped as you glanced around. "Is this real? Am I hallucinating this?"

Marc rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "Yes, this is real." He replied dryly. "I'm. . ." He deeply sighed trying to find the right words that were long overdue. "I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry that I caused our fights. I'm sorry that I make you cry. I'm sorry that I make you worry. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better person but. . .I want to be a better person. Not just for you but myself."

Your brows scrunched together as you sniffled. "This. . .this is the first time you apologize since a few months ago." You muttered confused. "Are. . .are you okay?"

Marc shook his head. "No." He said truthfully for once. "I'm not okay. When you gave me your wedding ring. It felt like my whole world was crashing on me because baby, you are my whole world. I can't live without you and I won't." His fingers reached into his pocket and took out the ring, holding it in front of him. "I refuse to lose you because of my behavior. I will. . .I will get the help I need. I. . .I was just so scared to get help but I know I need to heal and you always encourage me to get that help."

"But you are my wife, my world, and my life. I refuse to do any of this without you. I'm sorry, [Name]." Marc profusely apologizes, shaking his head at himself. "I'm so sorry but please, don't go. I know you're tired, I'm tired too but we can get through this together. You're the only family I ever had besides Jake and Steven but you've been there for me. Please, put the ring back on."

Your eyes searched his and for the first time in a long time, he was vulnerable. Something you've been wishing for, something you hoped would happen and here it was. His eyes brimmed with tears as some slipped down the corner of his eyes. His fingers trembled between the ring as if he was scared of your answer.

"I want to hear from Jake as well." You replied because if you were going to put the ring back on, you wanted an apology from Jake as well. "I want him to apologize and then, you will know my answer."

Marc glanced over to the mirror. His eyes glared at the three-way mirror glancing at Jake who sighed. "I will apologize to our love," Jake replied.

Marc nodded and allowed Jake to take over the body. Jake's eyes fluttered open but his eyes were avoiding looking at you. He felt the padding of your fingers brush against his jawline, tilting his head to look at you. "Hey." You softly said. "Are you okay?"

Jake shook his head. You let your legs down on the sink as you scooted closer to him, he was in between your legs as his fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair on your face. His warm, dark eyes bore on your face, flickering around to study you. You weren't angry at him nor hurt, you were patient.

"No, mi amor. I'm not okay." Jake replied with a small smile. "I never been okay. More now than ever, I'm ashamed that I caused this much harm to you. You don't deserve any of this and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole and I'm sorry for the harm I caused. I'm your husband as well and I need to do better."

Jake sighed as he brought the glistening ring into your view. "You are my family as well. My world and my life. I won't cause any more harm because as much as Marc is terrified of losing you, I am as well. I would kill for you, I would die for you." The padding of his thumb brushed against the underside of your eye, brushing away the tear stain as he softly smiled. "We need help. And we're going to get that help, I promise. So, could you please put it back on before I sell it."

You scoffed playfully, pushing his shoulder as his chest rumbled with laughter. "Fine, I'll put it back on. Thank you for apologizing, Jake. You can rest now." You said pressing your hand against his chest with a smile.

Jake was exhausted from how he bottled his emotions and this was the first time he truly showed his vulnerability in front of anyone. He could rest knowing he wasn't judged or mocked for his emotions. And for the first in a long time, he felt safe so he decided to rest as Marc took over the body once again.

"Jake's right, if you don't put the ring on, I might sell it." He playfully teased as his fingers brushed along your arm. The padding of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body as you peered through him with half-lidded eyes. His touch was soft and enduring, it wasn't like his other touches after an argument where they were rough and unapologetic.

No, his touches were feathered like as if he was scared to touch you. To make the wrong move. But you enjoyed how he was touching you as your skin felt on fire. His fingers brushed against your ring finger as he brought your hand closer to his right hand. The ring between his index finger and thumb glisten underneath the low lights of the bathroom as he brought the ring to your finger.

Marc carefully put the ring back on your finger. The cool metal brushed against your delicate skin as your eyes flickered back and forth from Marc. His dark eyes glance back at you and everything felt right. His hand hesitantly let go of yours as he brought both his hands against your waist, squeezing them softly.

Marc didn't have to say anything. The way his eyes stared into yours felt like magic itself. As if everything was going to be finally okay. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer between your legs as you sat at the edge of the sink. His thumbs massage your waist as he brought his forehead against yours.

"Do you have to be Moon Knight?" You suddenly questioned in a soft tone, peering your eyes at him through your thick eyelashes. "Can't we find a way for you to stop being Moon Knight? It's affecting you badly. It's affecting us badly."

Marc shook his head as he gave you a sad smile. "No, there isn't a way. I became a god's puppet to save Steven's and Jake's life. If there was a way, I would stop being Khonshu's puppet."

You sighed frustrated. "Well, can you at least tell me what's going on with this whole Moon Knight persona?"

"Yes, I will tell you but I want to make it up to you for how I've been treating you," Marc replied, he lifted his head away from yours. His brown curls messily fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, his eyes flickered across your face. "I want to make love with you. Not fucking like we've been doing for the past few months. But actually make love."

Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion. Making love and fucking was different, you haven't made love with Marc in a year. It was just rough, hatred fucking after each fight or each patrol he did. You nodded. "Please, make me feel good, Marc." You whispered. "I want to feel your love."

"This will be the first step of showing my love to you better," Marc said, pressing his lips against your forehead. A sweet and tender kiss that lingered there for a moment. He pulled away and his brown eyes darken gazing upon you. His large hands squeeze your waist, you already knew what he wanted.

Your legs spread open further as you scooted down closer to the edge. His hips pushed against yours as you brought him down to your level. His lips crashed onto yours messily. His nose bumped against yours as with one hand, snaked across your body feeling through the thin material of your shirt; well, Marc's shirt.

Marc thought how cute you looked wearing his large shirt on you and very small shorts that were hugging against your waist tightly. His fingers brushed underneath the shirt, feeling your skin underneath the padding of his fingers as he snaked his hands up to your breast. His brows rose up as the padding of his thumb brushed against your bare nipple.

"No bra?" Marc muttered against your plump lips as his eyes fluttered open. Blush spread across your cheeks as you shook your head. "Awe, don't be shy baby. I'm your husband. I've seen your pretty little pussy many times. And I've seen your breast countless times, I can never get enough of them."

"You always so shameless." You mumbled, flickering your eyes at him as your fingers captured his brown curls between your fingers.

"I'm shameless? What about the time you didn't wear any underwear to a party? You were shameless enough to show your pussy to me just so you could get fucked in the bathroom." Marc retorted teasingly as his other hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head. “Flaunting your pussy for everyone to see.”

"Because you made me mad earlier that day. I just wanted to make you jealous." You nonchalantly shrugged as your nipples perked from the cool air in the bathroom. Your cheeks heated up more as Marc's eyes bore onto your chest.

Marc could never get enough of your body. His eyes were always filled with amazement as if he was seeing your body for the first time again. "Yeah, but you got what you wanted, little slut so. . ." He trailed off as he brought two fingers against your chin, forcing you to look at him as he lowered his head to your level. "What does my little slut want now? There's no one around to flaunt your pretty pussy around beside me."

Your skin felt like it was on fire as the padding of his thumb brushed against your chin. His grip was tight on your chin as his dark eyes were narrowed at you. This wasn't like the other times when he was quiet and fucked you, no, he wanted to hear your every thought. To spill every shameless thought in his mind as well. This was the Marc you knew before he became Moon Knight.

"I want you to eat my pussy out. I want your tongue to make me cum as many times possible." You replied breathlessly as you rutted your hips against his, feeling his cock strain underneath his jeans. You whimpered feeling the contact of his clothed cock against you. "I want to see stars and pass out from your tongue."

Marc chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're going to be the death of me." He muttered. "You'll get what you want but first, I'll get what I want."

You rose an eyebrow at this feeling Marc tilt your head. His lips lowered to your neck as his teeth scraped against the underside of your neck. His tongue swirled around a specific spot that he knew would help stimulate your pussy. Now, you understood why he wasn't immediately going to your pussy. He was warming you up first to get you wet for him.

His mouth formed on a spot on your neck and begin sucking as his other hand trailed up to your bare breast. His index finger and thumb capture your nipple and begin to roll it between his fingers. You let out a soft gasp, rolling your eyes back as you rutted your hips against him.

Marc felt his cock harden as his mouth littered pinks and purple hues around your neck. Crescent-shaped markings formed around your neck as he harshly hit down against your neck. You let out a hiss as your fingers ran through his brown curls. "Marc." You whimpered out. The ache of wanting him inside of you grew as your pussy slicked with wetness.

Marc chuckled against your collar bone as his tongue gave a languid swipe. His tongue trailed down between the center of your breast as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees fell against the tile. His hands cupped your breast as he brought his mouth against your nipple.

You arched your back feeling his tongue twirl around your sensitive nipple. His teeth scraped harshly against the bud, biting softly down. You let out small whines of pleasure as with his other hand, the padding of his thumb grazed your stiff nipple. Slick coated the fabric of your underwear as your walls clenched around nothing. "Marc, please. I need your tongue." You begged.

Your blunt nails scratched his scalp as your hips wiggled around and your thighs clenched together, rubbing against another trying to stimulate pleasure. "Such a needy girl, you were always the impatient one." Marc teased, his voice muffled against your breast as he pulled away. The silvery string of saliva drooled from your nipple to his mouth. He pulled away causing a disconnect as he kissed alongside the center of your stomach, languidly trailing down.

His hands cupped the side of your thighs as he spread apart your legs. "I'm the impatient one?" You scoffed, glaring down at him. "I remember a time when you begged me to dominate you."

Marc's eyes darkened, gazing at you through his lashes. "And you will never get the pleasure again, seeing me beg for you." His voice was low as his fingers curled around the hem of your shorts, swiftly pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. Your bare glistening cunt presented in front of him, aching for him to touch. "But it's always a pleasure to see your pussy waiting to be touched."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, I could but then you would be the one begging for me to come back and fuck you properly." Marc retorted, one of his thumbs grazed your puffy clit causing you to suck in a harsh breath. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes." You muttered feeling him languidly massage his thumb around your clit. He didn't put pressure on it. He was teasing you or maybe he was just enjoying going slow for once. Either way, you wanted him to go faster. "Marc, please go faster."

"Why should I? I'm enjoying seeing my wife squirm like a slut." Marc grinned up at you. It was true, Marc was completely enthralled by how you looked above him. And with the light cascading off your body, he truly thought you were beautiful.

"Because your wife is asking you to treat her like a slut and go faster."

Marc rolled his eyes. "You're a brat. You get on my nerves." He replied, applying pressure against your puffy clit like you asked. His thumb massaged your clit and you let out a moan, gripping the edge of the sink.

"But you love me for that." You countered. He only chuckled back a reply as his warm breath fanned against your cunt. He was teasing you, wanting you to beg for his mouth. Marc Spector was cruel in ways but he always knew how to make you beg. "Marc." You warned with a frown.

"You know what to do, sweetheart." Marc countered with raised eyebrows. He was so close to your clit but he refused to do what you asked. He refused until he heard those pretty words coming out of your mouth.

"Please, Marc. Please make me cum on your tongue or I will take off the ring again." You said sadistically with narrowed eyes.

Marc rose an eyebrow at you. "Oh, you're cruel. Fine, I'll give my slut what she needs." He removed his thumb away from your clit and his tongue swipe languidly causing you to squirm. His large hands roamed their way to your thighs, holding you in place.

His half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as his tongue glided around in a circular motion. His blunt nails scraped against the meat of your thigh. His tongue trailed around your pussy, capturing your slick. Marc let out a hum of satisfaction, his hums reverberated against your cunt causing you to rut your hips against his mouth.

Your fingers trailed along with his curls as your nails scraped his scalp. Breathless moans escaped your plump lips. The padding of his middle fingers grazes your walls as your pussy flutters feeling his finger brush against your entrance trying to pull him in. Marc pushed into two fingers inside feeling the warmth of your pussy around his fingers.

Slick coated his fingers as his mouth latched around your clit again, his tongue twirling around. His fingers disappeared in and out of your cunt, curling them inside hitting the spot you needed the most. "Marc." You whimpered out.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as his tongue went side to side. Your thighs shook against his grip, crying out his name. Marc stared at you through his lashes, the ache in his jaw was throbbing but it was worth it seeing you gasp and moan above him. The squelching sound of your pussy echoed off the bathroom walls along with your whines of Marc's name.

Marc closed his eyes in contentment. Drool trickled alongside the corner of his mouth as your slick coated his chin. He was happy that you gave him another chance because he was in love with your pussy. The taste of it, how it fluttered around his fingers; and how it will eventually feel around his cock. And he couldn’t live without you.

"I'm close." You whimpered out. Your walls pulsated around his fingers violently as you thrashed above him. Your thighs shook from the build-up pleasure as his tongue circled around the same spot over and over again. "Marc." A cry rippled out of you as you released on his fingers but Marc was an overachiever when it came to your pleasure; he didn't stop.

He couldn't stop because he was addicted to you. Everything about you was addictive. His eyes gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes seeing sweat glisten off your body. Soft sobs escape your mouth as your thighs kept shaking from the over-sensitivity.

His hands tighten around your thighs, holding you in place. Series of cries flood his ear, multiple times. Marc truly lost count of how many times he made you cum. His fingers were completely drenched from your release. The slick trailed down his arm, dripping to his lap —drenching his jeans.

"I can't handle the pleasure anymore." You whimpered out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Please."

"You kept the ring on your finger." Marc lazily replied as his finger languidly went in and out of you. "So I get to make you cum as many times as I see fit. But since you asked nicely, I'll stop."

Marc removed his finger out of your pussy. The slick drooled from his finger to your cunt, once he pulled away the string of slick disconnected. He stood up and grasp your chin with his other hand. "You should taste yourself." His fingers inserted your mouth and you closed your mouth around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the padding of his fingers.

Your upper lip sucked the coated slick, closing your eyes in contentment. Marc felt his cock twitch in his pants seeing you suck off your release. Marc pulled his fingers away as he stared at you with a smile. "You look tired," Marc commented, brushing his thumb against your cheek, admiring you.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. My pussy is aching for more."

"More?" Marc rose an eyebrow. "You're restless."

"I know. . .but I always thought of something we haven't tried yet." You captured your lip between your teeth.

Marc tilted his head. "What haven't we tried? Because we've tried bondage, food play, pain kinks, and among other things. I feel like we covered most sexual stuff."

"Yeah, we did all that but we're talking about making love this time and I think taking a shower together and making love in there is something we haven't done." You said sheepishly feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe it was a stupid idea. Maybe Marc was used to roughness, adventure, just pure fucking without love.

"Let me take care of you in the shower then." Marc smiled, bringing your face to his, and pressed his lips against yours. A sweet and tender kiss that you missed from Marc. He was a closed-off person, a person who was afraid to tell his emotions but his physical touches like his kisses, it was benevolent. It was his way of showing he loves you.

Marc helped you down from the sink counter. You felt you slick coat your inner thighs and you felt ready for a shower, and what was going to come in the shower. "Before we get in the shower, let me help you out of your clothes." You suggested, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he raised his arms up. You pulled his shirt off, gazing down to his sculpted muscles as they contradicted, flexing underneath the fluorescent lights. You shamelessly licked your lips, smiling at him. "I'm lucky I got a hot husband."

For the first time in a long time, Marc's tan cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He muttered, grabbing your face between his hands. The padding of his thumb traced along the bottom of your lips as he tilted his head down pressing a heated kiss, pushing your body backward against the shower's door.

Your fingers fumbled against his belt, pulling it out of the pant hole. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, with the curl of your fingers; you tugged his pants and underwear down. Your back shivered from the coldness of the glass as Marc stepped out of his jeans and underwear.

With one of your arms, you pressed your hand against the door pushing it aside. Marc carefully walked you inside the shower as he pressed your body against the cold tile. His cock rested between your legs, brushing against your cunt as he rutted his hips against yours. A moan escaped your lips as your hand fiddled around the wall to find the shower knob.

With one quick motion, you flicked the shower water on and the cold water sprinkled against yours and Marc's bodies. You shivered from the cold water as you let out a gasp against Marc's mouth feeling the water pour against your face. You opened your eyes to gaze at Marc.

Water fell over his head, messily flatting his hair. Trickles of water fell against his broad chest, falling down to his prominent V-line. He looked like a god underneath the shower's water. The padding of your fingers roamed against his sculpted chest, brushing down the center of his stomach to his V-line.

Marc shuddered as you traced your fingers along with his V-line feeling the water run against your fingers. Gliding your fingers down, you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your thumb brushed against the tip as he let out a low moan, closing his eyes half-lidded and gazing at you. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby," Marc whispered, lowering his head against your bruised neck and kissing softly along your wet neck.

His wet brown curls brushed against your cheek as you pumped his cock languidly feeling it twitch underneath your hand. You threw your head back against the tile as his mouth harshly sucked against the open spots where he didn't create bruises. Your other hand roamed against his muscles, mapping out the curves as your hands curled around his shoulder, holding yourself.

"I want you, Marc. All of you. I want your love." You muttered against the shell of his ear. "Please, give me all of your love."

"Yeah? You want my love?" Marc whispered. "You want my cum inside of you? Dripping out of your needy pussy?"

"Yes, Marc." You whined out, pumping his cock faster hearing him groan against your neck.

"I'll give you what you need." Marc purred, pulling your hand away from his cock as he lifted himself away from your neck. Water droplets fell against his neck, trickling down softly. The water pressure hit against him beautifully as his hands gripped your waist, pushing you against the shower door. His hand roamed against your outer thigh causing you to shiver from his cold hands from the shower as he propped your leg around his waist.

His cock rested against your stomach as he panted gazing at you with admiration. "God, you're so beautiful." He muttered, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Do you prefer just me fucking you tonight or do you wish the others to join?"

You tilted your head as Marc rutted his hips languidly, brushing the underside of his cock against your clit. "I want all of you, Marc. Steven. Jake. Because I love every bit of you." You said quietly, brushing the padding of your thumb against his jawline. "I want you three to show me you love me. I want to feel all of your love, Marc."

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he shook his head. "Well, you're going to be sore in the morning, sweetheart." He commented, dragging his cock teasingly along your aching pussy as his tip tapped against your entrance. "Remember, you asked for this."

His cock sheathed into you with one quick rut of his hips. You let out a loud moan feeling his cock fill you up quickly to the brim. His lips found yours one again as your arms wrapped around his neck. The showered finally steamed with hot water, hitting against the side of you as you moved your hips against Marc's, meeting his pace.

Loud cries rippled from your mouth as his prominent hip bones rammed against yours at a rough pace. But this wasn't the usual rough pace of his after each argument. No, this was a rough pace where he's making sure you felt every ridge outlining of his cock going in you. Making sure that you knew that his cock belonged to you and only you. That his fulfilling promise of change was going to happen.

Marc was always a physical person with love and he was showing that with his pace. With his hot mouth against yours, his nose bumping against yours needy making sure you understand that he truly did love you. His hands roamed down against your body, mapping out every single detail that he loved about it.

Your back arched off the shower door as you pressed your breast against his broad chest. His hand roamed down your spine causing you to shiver as he pulled you closer to his body. His hand gripped around the curve of your ass and squeeze roughly. "You're not going anywhere because this pussy is all mine, got it?"

"Yes, sir." You muttered against his lips, letting out a whimper feeling his cock suddenly going inside of you slowly. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air as his cock moved deep inside of you. You could feel every ridge of his length drag against your inner walls as his mouth formed around the bottom of your lip, biting down harshly.

You fluttered your eyes open seeing the water fall against his face as his eyes were half-lidded staring at you. "I love you," Marc said.

Your heart warmed as you genuinely smiled widely at him. "I love you too, Marc. And Steven. And Jake."

Marc chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as a throb in your core stretched as he plunged his cock back inside of you roughly. His prominent hip bones rammed against you as your cunt pulsated around his cock. He let out low moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted against your lips.

His blunt nails dug into the supple of your ass as you rolled your eyes back from the drunken pleasure from his cock. It wasn't only about pleasure but it was about the love he finally gave you that you longed for. "Are you all mine, baby?" Marc questioned against your lips as his hips fiercely paced against you.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm all yours. Forever, Marc." Your hand brushed against the nape of his neck. He could feel the cool metal of your ring brush against him. He smiled knowing that he hadn't messed up the relationship; that things could be mended if he tried. And he was going to try.

Marc couldn't get enough of you as he pressed his lips against your, needy. He was afraid that you were going to slip from his fingers again. And he took in his own drunken pleasure, mapping out every detail of your plump lips against his. An ache formed around your cunt as your walls pulsated around his cock rapidly. "I'm close, Marc."

"Cum for me, baby." Marc encouraged as he quicken his pace. His tip brushed against your cervix as he hit the same spot that he knew would make you cum quicker.

"What about you?" You breathlessly asked, meeting your hips against Marc's as pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach.

"Steven and Jake will do the job for me," Marc replied nonchalantly as he lowered his lips against the shell of your ear. "Now, cum, sweetheart."

Pleasure embedded throughout your body as a euphoric eruption filled your cunt. Your cunt pulsated around his cock as you let out a loud cry, releasing around his cock. Marc closed his eyes from the sensation of feeling your slick coat his cock as he let out a hum of satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

You languidly rutted your hips against his as your euphoric high went down. Pants filled the shower as Marc lifted his head away from you. Staring at him with half-lidded eyes, his thumb brushed away wet strands of your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss against your mouth. "Now, who do you want next to fuck you?"

"Surprise me." You replied with a small smirk.

Marc rosed his eyebrows. "Hmm, we'll see who'll come out first." His eyes fluttered and you waited to see who would come out first. You were excited to see who was next. Steven, the precious man was the sensitive lover but when it came down to fucking; he was surprisingly rough. As if your pussy was the only thing and the world and he aimed to please.

And there was Jake. With his sexual movements, there was always a surprise when he fucked you. You never knew what Jake was going to do next when he fucked you. With either Steven or Jake, you didn't care who came out. You wanted to be with the both of them.

His eyes fluttered once again and from being with all three men for months, you could always tell who fronted. And this time it was Jake who fronted. "Hi, mi amor." He greeted.

"Hi, Jake."

"Your pussy is already ready for me?" Jake teased, roaming his hands up to your neck as he roughly squeezed the sides. "Marc was too boring fucking you, are you ready for real fun?"

"I had fun with Marc." You countered.

"Oh, did you?" Jake's eyes possessed jealously as he narrowed them. "Then you will be screaming my name then. And we will see if you actually had fun with Marc."

With his hand on your ass, he pulled his cock out. Suddenly, you let an ache from not feeling his cock inside of you anymore. Quickly, he pressed your body against his chest as he roughly brought his lips against yours. His teeth scraped the bottom of your lips as he bit down harshly.

You let out a hiss as blood trickled from the wound that Jake treated. He lifted his head away from you, using the padding of his finger to graze the blood and smear it around. "I always did love blood on you, Hermosa." Jake grinned darkly as his dark eyes shined underneath the water. "God, I can't wait to feel your pussy."

Jake turned you around and firmly pressed you against the shower door. Your breast pressed against the cool glass causing you to softly grasp from how cold it was. Your left cheek rested against the glass as Jake admired your ass. His cock rested between the swell of your ass as his hands roamed around the supple of your ass.

With another hand, his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance of your cunt. He fleshed out the soreness of your aching cunt as you whined under his touch. "Ssh, it's okay, mi amor. You asked for this. You asked for Marc's and mine cock, next will be Steven if he's up for it. Don't worry, I will go rough and I will take what's mine." Jake's voice soothed out velvety but the meaning behind his words held malice.

Marc promised you to make love but Jake didn't hold that promise. No, of course, he didn't; he just wanted to fuck you and show his own way of love. Jake keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock between the tight space of the plump of your thighs. He removed his hand away from your sensitive entrance as he roamed his hand up.

His hand glided between the curve of your ass, mapping out the plumpness to the center of your back. Goosebumps formed underneath the padding of his fingers as his hand snaked around your shoulder blade, to your neck.

Jake lowered his mouth against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I want you to scream for me, mi Amor. I want to hear your cries only for me. If you ever try to take that ring off again, you will have a harsher punishment next time. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." You whimpered out feeling his cock head push against your sopping folds. The mild pearls of pre cum smeared alongside your thighs and cunt as Jake sheathed his cock harshly inside of your aching cunt without a warning.

As Jake promised, a scream rippled from your throat as you firmly placed your hands against the shower glass trying to hold yourself as his frantic pace made your body hit against the glass. Jake smiled widely hearing your screams already.

His hands clamped around your throat tightly as white heat slicked your body with sweat. "That's what I want to hear, mi amor." He muttered against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it as he pulled away, standing up straighter. The new change of pace from Marc to Jake was tremendous as you felt your legs shaking from how hard and fast his cock was going inside of you.

Every ridge of his cock wasted no space. He wasn't like a tease like Marc was. Jake wasted no time to edge you, he wasted no time to feel every pulsate of your cunt around him. Jake always got what he wanted, no matter what.

Water trickled down his chest, curving along the downside to his V-line. His body glistened underneath the fluorescent lights as water droplets dripped down his forehead from his brown curls. The jiggle of your ass bouncing against his prominent hip bones made Jake's eyes dilate at the sight. The cool shower water brushed against the heat of his skin, trickling down his prominent V-line.

The erupted screams filling the air, most likely waking up the neighbors was so worth it. His eyes flickered to the golden ring on your finger. He was wrong when he said you weren't his wife because you were all his. His world, his love, and his life. And to feel your walls pulsated around his cock, trying to milk to his release; Jake was lucky.

His eyes flickered to his reflection off the shower glass. Steven had his head back, moaning from the feeling of your pussy. Jake made sure that Steven was conscious during this fucking because he knew that Steven wouldn't join in the fun. Steven always the one to think of himself last and he knew you would be too tired after Jake fucking you, so Jake did a favor for Steven to make sure Steven could feel what he was feeling.

"Are you enjoying this, Steven?" Jake questioned.

Steven fronted for a moment, his hand squeezing your neck as he nodded. "Fuck, bloody hell. Yes." He moaned out. He pulled against your neck, pulling your back against his broad chest. He continued Jake's frantic pace as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "Fuck, darling. I'm sorry you waited for my arrival."

You raised your right arm, snaking the back of it around his neck. "Fuck, I missed you, Steven."

"I missed you too, darling," Steven muttered against your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll have my turn soon. Jake is acting like a knob. I'll see you again soon, my love."

Jake rolled his eyes as he glided his hand against your thigh, holding it up as he went deeper inside of you again. Watching the water rush off your body enthralled Jake more, seeing the water trickle between the curve of your breast made Jake's eyes dilate. "I bet you had fun with Steven too, huh, little slut." Jake commented, shaking his head against the side of your neck.

"N. . .No." You lied.

"Don't you fucking dare lie to me," Jake commented, rutting his hips harshly against the swell of your ass. His hand glided from the side of your stomach, up between the valley of your breast to your neck. His large hand squeeze roughly as he forced your head back. "I could feel your pussy clench for Steven, I told you would be only screaming for me when I'm in control."

"I'm sorry." You blabbered out.

Jake sighed, shaking his head as his other hand roamed from your thigh to your sensitive clit. The padding of his thumb abruptly massages your clit causing you to cry out. "Jake please." You cried out. "It's too much."

Jake shook his head. "Nope, this is your punishment." The sneaky fucker set up the trap for you. He wanted you to enjoy Steven's fucking just so he could punish you. Jake Lockley was cruel in his own ways as well which excited you.

His thumb flicked around your clit side-to-side as you screamed his name out. The overwhelming pleasure was adding on from the water as it was becoming cold once again, hitting your body. Goosebumps formed around your body as your cunt pulsated around Jake's cock. The pleasure built up in your pussy as his cock sheathed inside of you frantically.

Your legs shook as you were getting close to your release. "I'm close." You cried out, resting your head back against his shoulder as Jake's tongue glided around the underside of your neck.

"Me too." Jake's teeth scraped your neck as his teeth bit down. Crescent-shaped formed on your neck as blood trickled out from a wound he created. You let out a hiss as tears formed in your eyes. The overstimulation of your pussy being abused from all three men was too much.

A euphoric pleasure took over your cunt as your thighs shook. A scream rippled from your throat as you cried out his name, releasing over his cock. Jake closed his eyes in contentment. "Fuck." He lowly moaned out, his cock twitched inside of you as he released his cum inside of you.

Jake rutted his hips languidly inside of you, making sure his cum stayed inside of you as he held you up with his hand around your neck. He removed his thumb away from your abused clit as he stopped rutting his hips. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his cock out of you.

The ridge of his length slowly left you causing you to whimper as slick coated his cock. Release drooled out of your cunt once he was fully outside of you. He stared and admired, watching the cum drip down to the tile of the shower. His eyes flickered to the reflection of the glass and saw Steven gazing down needy for a taste.

Jake sighed. "It's your turn, Steven."

Steven fronted, taking over as his knees fell against the harsh, cold tile. He shivered from the coldness as he brought his hand to your ass, pushing you against the shower glass. His tongue latched against your dripping cunt, twirling his tongue around the slick capturing the juices of you and Jake.

A whimper escaped your lips as your hands were firmly against the glass. "It's too much, Steven. Please." You whined out but it fell on death's ears as Steven just merely hummed, lapping his tongue in your entrance. His tongue prodding inside of your entrance feeling your walls pulsated around his tongue once again.

Steven closed his eyes as you shook above him, letting out broken sobs. You didn't know how many times you cum from the three men but it didn't seem like it wasn't going to ever stop tonight. His tongue curved inside of your cunt, mapping out each sensitive spot as his thumb massaged around your clit adding on to the pleasure.

Your body shook from how overstimulated you were. Your toes curled from the sudden pleasure as tears flooded your eyes. Steven was enjoying himself too much, tasting you and Jake as he swallowed the cum, humming at the taste. Steven was aiming to please and he always knew how to do a good job, pleasing you.

A cry ripples from your parted lips, his chuckles vibrate against your skin as his tongue frantically moves in and out of you. Trickles of slick and cum, coat against his chin, dribbling down the corner of his mouth. His skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves as his tongue lapped over the same spot in your cunt feeling your walls pulsate around his tongue.

"Steven!" You cried out, pressing your cheek harshly against the glass letting out sobs as tears coated your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut as your thighs violently shook. "I can't cum anymore." You sobbed. "Please."

"Just one more, darling then I promise I'm done," Steven replied, brushing you against your clit; pressing it harshly adding that extra pleasure that you desperately needed. You shook your head but your body complied, as your ass stuck out for him. "Good girl."

You were in a daze as his tongue and thumb worked wonders around your cunt. Perhaps you never should have taken the ring off because the three men were putting on a show. Showing why you should have never taken it off. The pained sobs of the mental exhaustion from earlier washed away; all you could think about was Steven's tongue inside of you.

Drool dribbled down the tile as Steven felt you coming near your orgasm. Your cunt fluttered as your thighs shook, toes curling from the euphoric sensation building up. "Fuck, Steven." You cried out as the pleasure that built up, suddenly washed over you as your walls fluttered violently as you sobbed out. Slick coated his tongue making Steven close his eyes, humming at the taste licking up every last drop of cum he could taste.

Steven stood up, holding your waist as he softly turned you around to face you. Your mind-fucked dazed eyes gazed at him, half-lidded. A weak smile spread on your lips as you took in deep breaths. "Hiya." Steven greeted, back to his normal self. "It's a bit cold in the shower, innit?"

You nodded, barely able to speak. "Let me change the temperature for you, love." His fingers curled around the shower knob as he fiddled with it to change the temperature. Hot water began to come out again and he sighed in contentment feeling the water hit his chest. "Are you okay, darling? Today was a bit. . .of a mess."

"I'm. . ." Finding your voice again, you cleared your throat stepping closer to the water as Steven made room for you. "I'm okay. I'm just tired. . .what about you? We didn't get to have sex."

Steven shook his head as his index finger tapped your nose lightly. "Don't worry about me, love. You get to have me fully on Wednesday. Our little Moon Knight Wednesdays." He wiggled his brows. Steven started calling his day Moon Knight Wednesdays because he used the suit during the times of fucking. "I see that you're tired."

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at the man. "And I feel gross even though we're in the shower."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to wash you or. . ." Steven trailed off, trailing his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He scratched the back of his wet hair as droplets of water fell over his forehead.

Under the water, Steven looked gorgeous. His soft brown eyes gazing at you, the tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The water cascaded down along his chest as the water was hitting from the back. "I want Marc to wash because I need to talk to him. We can have our shower fun on our Moon Knight Wednesdays." You teased.

Steven flushed as he nodded. He lowered his lips against your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss. His lips lingered there for a moment as he pulled away. His demeanor changed as Marc fronted, a soft smile played on his lips. "Come on, let's get you washed up while you talk to me."

You shuffled to Marc's spot as he switched spots with you. Marc grasp your shampoo and squirted a decent amount of substance on his hand. "Marc. . .I want you to tell me how you've been feeling about everything."

Marc stiffens as his hands rubbed together, then begin massaging your scalp. The liquid foam bubbled in your hair as Marc stared at your back. His eyes lowered to your back as he sighed. "I have to kill people." He muttered. "It's no different from before but I. . .I can't deal with it because I feel like a killer from when I killed my brother."

"You didn't kill him, Marc." You replied softly, closing your eyes as his fingers softly worked through your hair. "It was an accident."

"My mom thought differently," Marc murmured as his heart hammered in his chest. "She believed I killed him so I believe that as well. I harm people as Moon Knight. I harm you as myself because I'm scared of getting close to people." His voice cracked as his eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm just always so scared that I'm going to become my mother. I push you away because I'm just so afraid."

"Hey." You softly said, turning around to grasp his face between your hands forcing him to look at you. "It wasn't your fault. You will never become your mother. Never. You are Marc Spector, a person who secretly cares. A person who tries to hide himself from the world. You are beautiful. And you're my husband, I'm not going anywhere."

A smile widely played on your lips as tears flooded his eyes, falling down his cheeks. "Okay? I put on this ring and I vowed myself to you because you are my family. You are a piece of me that lives in me. My soul, my sadness, my grief, and most importantly, my love. I had nothing until I met you. Until I met Steven and Jake. We can get through anything because we're family, okay?"

Marc bit the bottom of his trembling lip as he contained back a sob. Tears trickled down the corner of your eyes. And for the first time, you cried together. There was no shame, no arguing, no judging. Just the two of you. "I'm so sorry." Marc broke down, pulling you closer, and buried his head at the crook of your neck. "I'm so sorry." He chanted many times as he sobbed loudly. "Ow, my eyes."

Marc pulled away as he tried to blink away the shampoo. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?" You weakly chuckled.

"It kind of did because my eyes aren't burning from emotions; they're in pain." Marc fanned his eyes. "Owww."

You laughed at him, as you stepped underneath the shower. "You didn't wash my hair, that's kind of on you, dude." You nonchalantly shrugged, wiping away your tears.

Marc sniffled as he blinked rapidly. "Yeah, that was on me. . ." He muttered with a soft smile. "I'm really sorry, baby. Thank you for staying with me. . . Jake says thank you as well."

"I will never try to leave again."

Marc smiled widely more as his hands gripped your hips watching the water pour over your shoulders. "Good because you're my world and I would kill the world for you. Don't ever try to leave again because you're my love as well. And I can't imagine a world without you." Marc pressed his forehead against yours as he brushed away wet strands of hair off your face. "I love you, Ms. Spector. . . And Ms. Grant. . .and Ms. Lockley."

"I love you too, Mr. Spector, Grant and Lockley."

There was silence for a moment. "Can you take me out for patrol?"

"No."

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anothermansjeans · 11 days

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Hey i hope you get your mojo back! As my personal indulagance which hopefully also help you may i please requeat 6 and 8 from the first random dialoge list with spencer read and an NONbau reader, exstra love if its an neighrbour reader!

Love and kisses ❤️❤️❤️

thank youuuuuu!!!! i also want to apologize-- you didn't specify gn or fem! reader and i was just about done when i realized i did fem!reader, so lmk and i will happily rewrite if needed 🫶

i also don't know how i feel about this but i tried lmao

also only a little proofread...

prompts:

"Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn’t have to completely fall apart."

"This is the one time I’m wishing they’re calling about my car’s extended warranty."

cw: mention of family member dying, the word vomit being used

wc: 920

Spencer was very concerned. His neighbor– his very attractive, down to Earth, and kind neighbor– was frantic, eyes sunken, and just wasn't as… present as she usually is. Spencer was concerned.

His concern also may have been a bit biased because of the small crush he harbored for her… but he didn't want to think about that too hard.

He hadn't been around much recently, getting called into the BAU more often than not, but when time did allow him to linger around his building, he would see the distress on her from a mile away. The other day, right before a case, he was locking up his apartment when she was just getting home. It was quiet this time of day, but that was cut short when her phone started to ring.

“This is the one time I’m wishing they're calling about my car’s extended warranty.”

Her disgruntled mumble was pretty soft, and if Spencer wasn't right across the hall from her he wouldn't have heard it. He wanted to see if she was okay, but she answered her phone and he was being asked for his ETA at the BAU.

When that case was finally over, and he was walking back to his place, he suddenly stopped and turned towards her door. There was a package in his apartment that was placed with his mail in the mailroom, and only really looked at it last week; right before he left for a case. He would've given it to her then if he wasn't already late at the time, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving it in front of her door so this was truly the next best thing.

His plan was the following: knock on your door, tell you he has your package in his apartment, grab said package, and then leave with dignity. There was no way he could screw this up.

His knock was soft, but the way she swung open the door was a sharp contrast to that. “Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn't have to completely fall apart oh– you're not the delivery guy.”

Your dejected look caused a small ache in his chest. “No, but the delivery people tend to not come to our doors, they're supposed to stay in the mail room– you already knew that.” He was getting flustered. This was not a part of the plan. “Are you okay?” He couldn't help himself. After seeing the way you were last week, and how that hasn't changed one bit since he was gone… he really wanted to make sure all was well.

She barely waited a moment before answering. “No,” the crack in her voice was evident. “My great aunt passed and she was a horrible person, but the funeral directors were asking me which address to send the urn to and my sister stepped in making sure I didn't put mine down because I’m ‘most likely to lose aunt Pearl’s ashes’ and the rest of my family overheard and started running with the joke. With me being me I wanted to prove them wrong so I did give them my address and I still don't have the urn but they're saying it was delivered and oh my, God, I’m dumping all of this on you.” Her eyes were welled up with tears, and with how wide her eyes became he was surprised the tears hadn't started to fall. “I’m just going to… let you go on with your day. I’m so sorry, Spencer, maybe we can talk to–” she started to close the door, blocking her face that held a worrisome look.

“I have it!” It’s as if he suddenly remembered why he went over there in the first place “I’m uh, I'm assuming I have it…?”

“You do?” Her door was now wide open again, and a spark of hope was shown in her eyes.

“Yeah, that's why I came over here. I just got back from work and wanted to let you know before I grabbed it. They put it with my stuff and I didn't check it until a couple of days ago and then I had a case and–”

“Spencer?” She cut off his worried rambling.

“Yes?”

“Could you grab it please?”

“Oh! Yeah!” He was like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. His legs were not keeping up with his body as he quickly walked over to his place, unlocked his door, and made way for the box over in the corner by his bookcase. “Again, I’m sorry. I’ve been at work more than not recently and I should've brought it over as soon as I knew it was yours but–”

“Oh, I could kiss you right now!” She grabbed the box so fast it could be considered snatching, but Spencer didn't mind.

“Maybe after I take you on a date?” What the hell was that? She was excited, he was flustered, and for him, word vomit was real. “I’m sorry, I have no idea why I–”

“Spencer…” She stopped his worried ramble once again, and Spencer assumed he died and went to Heaven because there was no way the next words out of her mouth were real. “Ask me tomorrow, when I’m not all flustered. I’ll definitely say yes.”

Yeah, he definitely died and went to Heaven, because the next day, he saw her walking back from the grocery store, walked up to her, stuttered through asking her out for real, and she said yes. Just as promised.

#i'm taking more requests!!#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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Coronation Day

Eris x reader

Summary: Eris is nervous about being crowned. As his wife and soon-to-be High Lady you calm his nerves with a loving pep talk. @erisweek2023

Warnings: none

Eris anxiously twisted at the gold rings on his fingers as he paced over to the mirror to check his appearance for the thousandth time. You watched him from a crack in the door before you decided to enter. You wanted to catch him at a calm moment, but it didn’t seem like he was having one.

You lightly knock on the door, pushing it open just enough to slip in the room. Eris gave you a bewildered look, “What are you doing here? I thought I’d meet you in there.” You rolled your eyes at your husband, giving him a small smirk. “Eris, you’re acting like this is our wedding day. I can see you before crowning you know.”

Eris gave you a tight lipped smile while flexing his hands to calm his nerves. You rest your hands on his biceps, “Eris. It’s ok. Come sit, let’s talk.” You guide him over to the love seat in the middle of the room. Adjusting your train and pushing your open sleeves back so your arms are free. You fold your hands over Eris’s in his lap, giving them a light reassuring squeeze. “What’s wrong, my love?” Eris exhales deeply, leaning his forehead on yours. You look into his russet eyes, finally noticing all the pent up emotions of the last few weeks.

“I’m afraid, y/n. Afraid they won’t accept me or that I’ll turn into my father. Am I even worthy of this title?” You couldn’t believe he was questioning himself right now. After the hundreds of years of hard work and sneaking around no one deserved this more than him. Eris made sure this family kept it together. He was your protector. The protector of this court. How could he fail when he’s been doing this for years.

“Listen to me, you have done so much for so long. You’ve been picking up the broken pieces your father left behind since you were a boy. You are going to make an amazing High Lord, Eris.” He closed his eyes. A single tear escaping down his cheek. You tenderly wipe it away, kissing his cheek softly. “Thank you spark. You’re going to make the best High Lady. I can’t thank you enough for staying by my side.”

You giggle at the pet name. He said that you are the wild spark that ignites his flames. You pushed him to be his very best, and you’d keep doing that for eternity.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with so we can get to the fun stuff.” You pat his thigh and guide him to stand.

Standing outside the doors of the throne room you adjust his doublet making sure he looks perfect. “Now you’re sure you want to be crowned at the same time?” Eris raises an eyebrow at you, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, spark.” You both face the doors, taking in a deep breath and exhaling together.

Two sentries open the doors, music sounds and you plaster a smile on your face. You and Eris walk hand in hand toward the dias where your new thrones sat.

You could see Eris taking in the room as you went. His mother smiled brightly from beside the thrones. His brothers, even Lucien, stood waiting for him. The other High Lords and their courts were seated among your court members. Eris saw your family. Your brother and sister smiling at you with your parents in the front row.

The two of you kneel in front of the dias, facing your people. You and Eris share a small loving look before the priestess starts speaking. Her words go by quickly. Before you know it the golden leaf crown is being placed on Eris’s soft firey locks. You can’t help the grin that breaks out on your lips. It’s official. He’s going to make his home safer. Make Prythian safer.

You startle a little when the priestess lays a matching crown on your own head. Your eyes never leave Eris. The priestess announces you as High Lord and Lady and the room erupts into applause as the two of you stand.

Eris looks at you with a triumphant smile. He couldn’t wait to start this journey with you. It felt like your lives were just starting.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #eris x reader #eris vanserra #high lord eris #eris vanserra x reader #erisweek2023 #eris acotar #eris fluff #eris vanserra fluff #eris vanserra acotar #eris vanserra fic #eris x you

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 7 months

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Not wanted (part 1)

Pairing : Daemon Targaryen x Chubby fem reader

Summer : "The silver hair of the prince was blown by the slight breeze, his purplish gaze burned with an anger worthy of his dragon. Y/n although set back could observe the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. Daemon was in front of her father, Dark sister in hand."

Author’s note: hello, I post the first part of "Not wanted" now, so you don’t wait as much. Part two will probably be published during the week or else it will be two publications on Sunday. I hope you enjoy this first part. Enjoy your reading.

Trigger warning: mistakes have undoubtedly had to pass my vigilance, English not being my mother tongue they will be corrected.

Ao3 profile : Earenwen_Leafwhisper

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There is a feeling, or will it be instinct, which tells you quietly that you are not wanted in a place, it can happen everywhere, whether in school, in the street, at work, but also in the family.

This feeling grows over time and it is not pleasant, the worst being the evening when the truth comes out. When your father is drunk with all the alcohol he has drunk since the beginning of the afternoon explains to you that you will never be born, that your life you owe to your mother who wanted more than anything in the world a child. That explains, a lot of things, like never having a "congratulations" when you achieve something, or a "I’m proud of you, I love you my daughter". No. Never, just "Did you see how fat you are?" "Stop reading", "Why don’t you read?" , being cut off at every moment, "Shut up!" followed by "Why don’t you answer me?". Little by little, all your self-esteem eventually crumbles, by a member of your closest family. There is also this question, "What would I do alone?" The moments when you imagine running away.

Being born on Westeros is not a dream life, whether we are peasants or nobles, we have our own personal hell. Yours is your father. Although not wanted, your father decided to do something with you, and marrying a second-rate lord was a good solution. His son, born of a first union, was already married to a lady from your region, strengthening the ties of the two families.

His son, he saw it differently, for him he had nothing to reproach himself. But to all the others, he was a frightful asshole, who amused himself by threatening servants and lords of smaller house than yours. Manipulating everyone around you, going so far as to threaten you, morally and physically, explaining clearly, that the day your father died, he would put you at the door of your castle. But you were just a ball and chain. Your father did not want to marry you, at the very beginning, prefer that no one speaks of you or shows interest, waiting for the coming years, he ends up wanting to see you leave with a lord, he could not see you when he was drunk, insulting you with various sentences, more or less painful, explaining that nobody would want you, the least that nothing. Deep down, he was bubbling, refusing to accept that someone was interested in you.

During the various tournaments in which he participated as spectator, he tried to find you a husband in vain, he reproached you, while it was his fault, because no lords had seen you in the flesh. The lords are trying hard to convince him to get you out of the castle, wanting to see who this misterieuse young woman was.

A date was chosen, those of the games organized by Lord Baratheon, for the adoubement of his eldest son.

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To say that you were surprised would have been an understatement, your father, one morning sober, warned you or rather ordered you to be present at the games organize for the son Baratheon. Your mind worked very quickly, you felt fear mounted within you, your whole body became warm, your heart throbbing, you felt your blood flowing at the level of your temples, your hands became sweatly. With time you had learned not to believe the good news coming from your father because to each of them, hid a dark face, turning against you.

You instinctively understood that something was wrong. He had never wanted you to accompany the "family", you learned to appreciate the fact of not participating in banquets, the only semblance of banquets in which you had participated was in your very young childhood, during which only the houses vassal to yours participated and at the same time make your acquaintance, having seen you as a child at your mother’s side. Whether it was a courtesy visit or in the most difficult moments, you, the child who tried to do well to please his parents, but ended up seeing his father drunk, yelling at the guests who contradicted him on anything, (whether on the land or on the alcohol he ate) and who fell asleep on one of the benches aligned against a wall of the room, a knight winning up to your nurse in order to sleep safely.

As you grew up, you would stay back, observing in the dark the rare events taking place in your castle, seeing from your apartments, your brother’s wedding, do not participate in the festivities. In a sense you were grateful, you did not want to play this open-air play, where false pretenses were common, you could only wish good luck to the servants, knowing more than very well, that their work and reprimands would be much more severe than usual

Now you had to participate, was it a new way to humiliate yourself? To have you away from the castle so that your brother could make it his stronghold and abandon you in a place that you were unknown?

All possible reasons paraded in your mind, not even trying to find optimism in them.

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The area of your family was quite far from the stromlands, the journey was long and winding, the summer was coming to an end, the roads formed of a mixture of earth and large stones, you avoided the forests anticipate the slightest attack of bandits who could have hidden in the trees and depths of the forest. You were traveling for the first time outside your castle and your father did not want to worry about looting in addition to having you nearby.

There were two carriages, in the first was your father, a mestre and his advisor. You were present in the second, more modest, made only of wood, without ornaments, made of the rest of the wood of an old carriage, a servant was at your side, helping you to sew a new dress, for the dinner in which you and your father would participate, dinner to help you find a husband. «New», was not the right word, you used fabric of old dresses that belonged to you to make your work. The jerky movements of the carriage made it difficult to sew, more than once you had pricked your fingers, fortunately there was no taste of blood spilled.

Your journey was calm, you stayed in the carriage most of the time, leaving only when you had no choice, escorted by your servant and a knight, you avoid your father, who over the days used up the small reserve of wine he took with him when you left. The less alcohol there was and the faster he started to be irritable. The slightest thing that was contrary to his desires was directly criticized, whether it was the singing of birds early in the morning, the wind blowing a little too loudly, or a knight of one’s armor needed to be oiled. Everything was a pretext for his moods, the rare moments when he was sober and asked how you lived the journey, and his drinking crises where he remembered for an eternal time painful moments for all and reproaching you, even if you had nothing in it.

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After more than a fortnight of travel, you finally arrived on the edge of the ramparts of Storm’s End, gave you the impression of being gloomy, all its shades of dark color, made you think of the tales that your nanny told you before going to sleep. Your servant looked through the opening of the carriage opposite to yours, observing the little distance that separated you from your destination.

"My lady! Look! In the sky!"

Surprised by her sudden change in behavior, you looked, trying to understand why she had reacted in this way.

You squinted slightly, trying to look towards the clouds that were beginning to gather above the stromlands. It was just clouds, nothing new, just big gray clouds with white reflections. Whatever… There you seemed to see a darker point, moving, appearing and disappearing, moving in movements that did not seem to come from the wind. The more you concentrated, the more you had the impression that it was getting bigger and bigger. Your throbbing heart, you didn’t understand what you see.

"Sir Percival, do you see this form moving in the clouds?"

Sir Percival was a knight of of family who was loyal to yours for several generations, long before the conquest of Westeros by Aegon the conqueror. Percival seemed to be close to your father’s age, as far as you could remember, you had always known her. He had always encouraged you when you were a child doing a task that seemed impossible to you, unlike your father who always found subject to criticism.

Sir Percival mounted on his horse’s saddle, lifted his head, you could see from his profile that he was concentrating, you could see fine wrinkles forming in the corner of the eye that you could see.

“It seems Lady Y/n, that it is, a dragon.”

"A dragon?"

“Lady Rhaenys Targaryen is a cousin of the Baratheon House through her mother. It would not surprise me that other Targaryen would have been invited. Although tensions are still high between the two houses, with regard to the iron thrones. "

“Thank you Sir”

"With pleasure Lady Y/n"

When you put your head in the carriage you began to imagine how big the shape could become, what their dragon riders might look like. Lost in your thoughts, you whispered a sweet.

“Dragons…”

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Tents stood against the ramparts of the city that was facing the castle. The long and heavy linen fabrics covered them, a ballet of color paraded on both sides of the central aisle. Shades of blue, green, yellow and other warm and cold colors contrasted against the walls of an anthracite gray. The tents closest to the doors were intended for the most noble houses and more precisely for their knights, small paths were formed between the tents, taking visitors in the direction of the tents of the vassal houses, whose tents became increasingly modest according to their ranks and riches.

From inside the carriage, you and your servant could smell scents of roasted meats, grilled vegetables and soups. The smells came from the outskirts of the enormous camp, where servants of vassal houses prepared meals on oak tables, suspended above the campfires, stood pots where various soups and stews marinated. Looking from the openings of the carriage, you could see the knights helping from their squires moving armor, swords, masses and shields towards the forges moving from the city to the camp. The noises they heard were a mixture of words, metal clapping, the neighing of horses and clogs clapping on the ground.

The coach stopped slowly arriving at the level of the places defined at the location of the future tents. Your house was not one of the largest houses of Westeros, but had known to keep its independence from the largest houses, bend the knee only in front of the Targaryen house, after several years of fierce war. Some people in your family had kept a deep resentment towards silver hair, prefer to have links with other houses in Westeros, hence their placement. Coming out of the carriage, you looked around, taking the time to remember every moment, knowing that she would risk being married to a person she did not know at the end of the games.

Your house was placed between the Stark and Tully houses. You had never met a person of the two houses, hearing of them only by the few bits of words coming from messenger or by the books about the conquest of Aegon. The people coming out of the main tent of the Stark house were preparing the beds, moving the weapon and armor racks, they too had to arrive shortly before you.

"You do not speak without permission, you do not look a lord or a lady in the eye, keep your head down, and most importantly! Don’t make me ashamed!"

The words of your father came out of your thoughts, since your departure from the castle, he had not spoken to you directly, you understood that he would not speak to you more, and kissed the head you understood that it was the best solution for the moment, no one present knew you except the knights of your house, no one would have stood up for you.

Sir Percival descended from his horse, standing beside you. He put his hand against your shoulder.

"Don’t worry Lady Y/n, I’m here."

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of the years under your father’s yoke continue to pressure you.

"Shall I wait here until the tents are up?"

"No my lady, your father allows you to go around the camp, under the supervision of a knight."

"In that case, will you be prepared to accompany Sir Percival?"

"Of course."

Sir Percival, bowed gently in the direction of the young woman, letting his young squire take the reins of his horse, helmet under his arm, the knight began to walk beside the young woman, understanding more than his lord that the young woman needed it.

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You felt several glances resting on you, despite everything you tried to keep your head high, constantly repeating to you, that your father did not see you, that he could not have concrete proof on your posture. The lord closest to your father looked at Sir Percival, recognizing the knight who at times accompanied Lord Y/f/n, they all watched the young woman round, recognizing for the most observant, the few features she shared with her father. So she was the young woman?

Murmurs began to roam the tents, first of all the less noble houses, clearly understanding that it was their chance to assert their houses in order to win ranks to theirs. The noblest houses were the most reluctant, the lords knew enough Y/f/n to know that your presence was hiding something. Never had your father talked about you, no hint, nothing. You could be legitimate just like a bastard they knew nothing about. A union between the two families by your blood did not guarantee the loyalty of the Y/h/n family, or even your legitimacy. There was still a positive point, your house, was known to have stood up to the Targaryen, it was powerful, but the disadvantage came from one man. Lord Y/f/n Y/h/n. Your father. Who of his problems with alcohol, became one of the most detestable men of Westeros, be it his words invaded with a hatred towards any man not thinking in the same way as him, refusing the slightest annoyance, and his bad manners, he turned and farted without any shame, whether during dinners, the shawl or in interviews when they took place at night.

Some shameless lords were already beginning to want to bring their sons closer, thinking they understood that your father could be overthrown quickly in case of an alliance, but the knight accompanying you watched over the grain, He threw black glances at people who observed too insistently his protégé. Fortunately all the families present were not insistent, greeting you simply out of politeness, resuming their activities just after.

From your walk in the central aisle, you could see the affinities of noble houses from their positions, the north remained mainly between them, the south with the south and then there were some houses that did not remain according to their geolocations on Westeros, But by their wedding rings, the children came and went from tents to tents, laughing at each other in a game that annoyed adults.

Looking at them you felt a slight pinch in the heart, you had never known a real moment of innocence to play with other children except one or two children of servants who ended up punished. Only your nanny and some knights kept you company, trying to alleviate the boredom of the little girl you were.

But of all the looks on you, you could never have imagined that one of them would have made you miss a heartbeat.

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From both ends of the long alley stood two very large tents, of red and black color. From the location that the house Y/h/n, moving in the direction of the right stood the largest and most flamboyant in its shades of red, it was almost contiguous to the large door, this one raised flags of a red tricephal dragon on a black background. Many knights and servants moved in and around the tent, but no silver heads were visible.

“The king is very weak, he must have sent fighters on his behalf for the games.”

It was Percival, who saw the curiosity in your eyes, had spoken.

“In this case, who owns the second tent? It also carries the dragon.”

Percival concentrated, trying to understand why the Targaryen could have been divided into two parts. The Velaryons stood between the royal tent and the knights fighting under the banner of the Baratheon. In this case, the crown wanted to show that the union between the houses was maintained, although the princess was not the future queen. Who was in the second tent? To this Percival had no answer.

"I’m afraid I don’t know, lady Y/n. "

“It is nothing, we will probably learn in the coming days.”

You were right, when you returned to the tent of your house, you could see the second Targaryen tent grow. Unlike the royal tent, it was mainly composed of linen from a jet black. Two banners in the colors of the Targaryen were placed on both sides of the opening. There was very little movement around, the tent seemed almost deserted.

Almost.

A snap of armor was heard, you turned around at the same time as Percival and saw several knights walking quickly in your direction, Percival just had time to grab your arm and shoot at him, preventing you from being rushed. Slightly under the surprise, you did not pay much attention to the number of knights, or even to the fact that they did not apologize. The only thing that captivated your attention was a hair color that you had never seen beyond book to screen, silver hair, your eyes very easily found those that belonged to the person with silver hair. The purple eyes were almost hypnotic, you never thought possible that it exists, it took you a few seconds to turn away, not without fighting. In front of you, a man who seemed barely older walked, he was dressed in black with small touches of dark red. If at first the man’s gaze was surprised, it was quickly changed by a smirk. You felt your breath stay in your throat, time seemed to you to last an eternity. Although in reality your exchange of gaze did not last more than two minutes.

Percival with his protective arm around you, looked at the man younger than him, he growled. He understood why a second tent was present. Prince Daemon Targaryen would participate in his games, and this no longer in Percival. The prince since the appointment of Viserys as successor to the throne, was in dispute with the royal family, rumors about his adventures in the bordelles spanked numerous as his disrespect for people he did not see as his equal, refusing the arranged marriage with Lady Rhea Royce. The rogue prince was not someone the fathers wanted their daughters to meet. Percival though merely your protector feared that the prince would fall under his spell, not for the punishment he would have had, but he only wanted to protect you.

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On the first night, Y/f/n ordered his knights and servants to keep you inside your tent, refusing to let you speak to anyone before he begins the bargain of your future marriage. He didn’t want you to undermine his progress, not noticing your look lost in the void.

Although you could not get out of the tent, the servants kept the entrance open allowing everyone to see what was happening outside, finding agreements with the servants of the nearby noble houses to say nothing to their lords.

You were sitting near the entrance and looking out, seeing that the movements of the day had faded by the time the noblest houses had come to the opening dinner of the games. You kept hoping you could see the silver-haired man again before your father came back, but he didn’t seem to have left his tent.

This is what you believed, because under a cloak with the hood up, the young prince was out, wanting to enjoy the night outside the large camp. He saw you from the corner of his eye, a servant was taking care of your hair (long/short, thin/thick, lise/curly/frizzy, etc.) y/hair/c.

Daemon was intrigued, he had already met your father on very rare occasions, as well as your half-brother. Oh more than once, the desire for murder had risen in his mind, he could still bear the Baratheons, but these two men, were detestable. Daemon wondered who this round young woman was, having never heard of her. Something in her attracted him, but he did not know what it was and he did not like it.

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The night gave way to the days, the first games started at dawn, the archery tournament was on the outskirts of the city, long lines of targets next to each other butted in front of wooden bleachers. Ropes prevented the peasants from meeting the nobles. Your house was divided in two, the closest to the ground you were sitting with your servant, you had to keep your head low, feeling the heavy look of your father in the back, this one was two rows above you.

Daemon, from his place, standing back from the royal family, held a goblet of wine in his left hand, he tried to keep his gaze in the direction of the archers who were advancing, but was without hope. His gaze turned away at the slightest opportunity in your direction, he could see that since night, your posture had changed. From a straight posture, you had bent the spine letting appear some curves that he had not yet seen and which did not displease him, observing what was behind you, he saw Y/f/n, of which the black look was directed in your direction, while he seemed to speak with the lord next to him. Daemon despised this scene.

“You seem to be more interested in the Y/h/n house than in the tournament, my prince.” a lord who Daemon had forgotten the name, just spoken.

"If you please, my prince, it would seem that Lord Y/h/n wishes to bride his daugther although with her age I doubt that the lords are interested, they prefer them younger."

This lord annoyed Daemon, whether by his words or by his innuendo.

“At the same time, what did he think of his daughter, she only whas the second child, and of a second wife, his son will inherit everything.”

The second child… Daemon knew what it was like to be the second, more than anyone else.

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#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x chubby reader #daemon x chubby reader #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction

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concentrateandpush · 2 months

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I wouldn’t have left the house past 39 weeks if I didn’t need to, but my Grandfathers funeral wasn’t one I was willing to compromise on. We have the hospital bag in the car, but have agreed to get in the funeral car with my family to ride over to the parlour. Which I’m already uneasy about.

It’s a rough day already, but Mom is fussing over the flowers and my Grandma is worrying that family members from overseas won’t make it, my aunt, as usual is just sat there and there’s so many things to get ready.

“I’ve got that” I sigh as I go and help my Grandma with all of her things to take “it’ll be okay, you know, I know it’s not what you want to hear but he was 98 and is resting happily now” I say as I take her into my arms, rubbing her back “I’ve got you” I whisper. “You shouldn’t even be here, you’ve got enough happening.. I don’t want to rely on you to do anything” she tears up. “I want to do whatever I can” I assure her before heading off with her bag.

“Ready?” I sigh as we head out to the car. Luckily, my wife and I have a whole area on the back row and I look at her with a sigh “I don’t know why I agreed to the obituary” I say as I rub my bump in small circles. “You’ll be amazing, you always are” she smiles.

The journey is short and sweet but as we get to the roundabout, there’s a fuss from up front. “Wo-woahhh!” The driver shouts before we all get jolted back, jerking our bodies forward as the seatbelts pull us back. My heart jumps into my throat as I feel my body being tugged and thrown. “Baby!” My wife shouts as she turns to me, checking straight away on my facial expression. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine, are you?” I ask and she nods “I’m okay.. baby okay?” She asks and I rub softly feeling a little kick and I nod “baby’s fine”.

“Everyone okay?” The driver asks and everyone is fine, but when he gets out, he sees that all of the bonnet is crushed. “Okay, I need to order a taxi for all of you, on us obviously” he sighs heading off to call them and I look at my phone checking the time “we have twenty minutes”. “It’s a ten minute walk, can we just get there? Madge?” My wife asks my Nan and she nods but I feel the heaviness in my body grow. “Baby, I don’t know” I say quietly and she nods “okay, let’s see the taxi times”.

“They won’t be here for another twenty” he explains. I just get out of the car and start walking, knowing we have no choice. “Lena!” my wife, Blair calls and I look back “come on” I sigh.

The walk is quick but painful and I feel movements in places I haven’t felt them before. We get there with a few minutes spare and I find the nearest bench, sitting straight away and putting my hair up. “I like your hair down” Gran sighs and I shake my head “too hot” I mutter. “Baby, do you need water? Anything?” Blair asks and I just shake my head. “Back rubs” I say softly letting her give me some love.

“Family?” The director addresses and I look to Blair “I need a minute, you go in..” I sigh and know I have to go in. “Come on I’ve got you” she says holding her hand out. I stand up and as I do I feel my inner thighs warm up under my dress. “My waters” I mutter, grabbing the bench “My waters just broke” I whisper and they are met with so much pain in my back, I find myself bent over the bench taking long deep breaths.

“Not now baby, not now” I whisper. “Lena! Blair! Come on” Gran demands and I look to Blair pleading for help. “Right, let’s get you in there, I know you’d kill me if I let you leave” she sighs as she supports my back, guiding me in.

We are the champions by queen plays on the speakers as I walk towards the front row, passing people who notice the flushed colour of my skin and sweat droplets on my forehead. “Let me help” Blair whispers as we get to the seats and it’s a good thing she helps because I couldn’t have got down on my own.

The service is nice and luckily, the contractions are slow and I’m able to breathe quietly through them, but one hits so hard that all I feel I can do is open my legs a little and cry so I can let some frustration out, normal in a funeral I guess. “And Lena has some words to say..” the director announces. Shit.

I fumble up to the top, standing in front of the room filled with hundreds of friends, family and acquaintances of my Grandfather. Clearing my throat as I open the paper I start to talk. “My Grandfather would be over the moon with the turn out, he always said that-“ I start well but the pain comes over me like a wave. “He said that-“ I start and find my hands gripping the stand. “He-“ I mutter before I just buckle, my knees give out and I find myself being caught by the director as he lowers me to the ground.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here” my wife announces as she gets to the front. The pain is making me pant uncontrollably and I’m not keeping it a secret anymore. “Do the speech” I mutter to her and she shakes her head “do it, please” I cry as I lean against a wall, panting and shaking.

She stands and delivers, better than I probably would have. Everyone is distracted anyway, by me, legs parted, sweating and panting, slightly covered by the coffin. The final music starts and I look up, seeing people leave, trying to catch a glance of what I’m doing. “I’m here, I’m here” she states as she comes to my attention. “I’ve called an ambulance” a member of staff announces and I just shake my head “there’s no time”.

“It’s okay, I’ve had 3, she’s had 2” the staff member says as she comes over. “Towels, water and scissors” she demands of the director and I look to my wife, tears in my eyes “thank you for doing that” I smile and she laughs, rubbing my belly and taking my underwear off. “Come on, let’s have a baby” she smiles.

“Shit, you’re.. like, open” she whispers as she gazes between my legs. “I know” I say as I grab my thigh, panting in and out. “Can I push?” I ask softly and she looks to the women “yes, you absolutely can” one of them laughs. “O-okay” I mumble as I scrunch my face up, taking a breath and baring down for the first time ever. “Nnnnggg” I groan quietly, feeling movement but no spreading.

“Okay, like you’re doing a poo” the woman smiles and I look to Blair grabbing her hand and squeezing “nngaahahh!” I cry out, taking some quick rounded breaths after letting it out. “Pick her leg up” one of the women demand to my wife and I shake my head “I need her” I moan and the other woman takes a leg, pushing back.

“Mmmphhh” I cry out “I can’t fucking do it” I cry and my wife smiles “You! Are Lena fucking Lovell, you can do anything” she laughs.

“Gaaaaah!” I cry, feeling myself split. “Am I tearing?” I ask and the woman between my legs shakes her head “I’m Mel” she laughs and I nod “thank you Mel” I smile before baring down again “ccccaaaaah!” I screech “that’s it, harder sweetheart, you’re doing it” she smiles and I shake my head before pulling my other leg back and giving everything I’ve got “GAAAHHH!” I cry out feeling a pop “fuck” I moan, trying to catch my breath.

“Heads here” she smiles “again” she demands and I shake my head “I need a break”. “You’re doing amazingly baby, you’re so beautiful” Blair smiles lovingly and I laugh, wiping my head. “I love you” I whisper and she smiles “I love you too”.

I find myself getting up onto my knees, leaning forward “sorry” I mumble and the woman smiles “you’re in control” she says softly.

“Fuck.. fu-UUHHH” I cry out, feeling the shoulders stretch me out “ohhhh, oh god” I moan, reading down “come on baby, come out” I whisper as I tug a little. “Come on, work with mommy” I whisper. “Baby, you catch” I instruct Blair as I hold on to the stand. “Ready?” I whisper before letting out a huge scream “aahhhhhhh!” I howl as I feel the baby leave my body and splash into my loves arms, followed by the sweetest cries.

“Oh my god..” she whispers “you did it” I hear her sob before the two women help me on to my back a little propped up. “It’s a boy” Blair grins, handing him to me “a boy” I grin, taking him into my arms “oh your great grandfather would love you” I smile. “Trevor?” My wife smiles, my grandfathers name. “Trevor?” I whisper to baby as I kiss Blair softly.

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Unwanted embrace(part 2)

Yandere batfamily x neglected reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is continuation of this post)

Tw: angst, past neglect, yandere behavior and also violence

You tried to ignore your phone’s screen go on and off as you put it in your pocket. You shifted oknthe cafe’s seat uncomfortably as you waited for the waiter to bring you the paycheck. The dessert you were trying to eat had turned bitter as you saw your phone get calls from unknown numbers, it irritated you to no end, it was the second week and you had already changed three Simcards, sacrificed your connection with Alfred and had booked a hotel room away from the place you and your uncle shared so he was safe from all of what you thought was going to come. After the day you had quit your place as a hero your phone was bombarded with messages and calls from other members of the family that made you feel sick to the core, what was wrong with them? couldn’t they leave you alone?

You huffed and pinched between your brows, your headache threatening to join in and add to your frustration. Seeing the paycheck that the waiter put on the table at the corner of your eyes you mumbled a “Thank you” looking at the price “I’m sorry I’ve lost my appetite quickly but other things and service was great how much you want for your ti….” you stopped talking when you raised your head to see the waiter better, your eyes widening at seeing Dick, who had wore the waiter’s outfit and had leaned closer as you were talking “Maybe a smile from you would work as the tip?” his cheeky smirk turned into a thin line as you you show the scowl you shared with Damian. Narrowing your eyes you slammed the payment which was much more then the real price, since you knew Dick must have had gotten rid of the poor waiter to get his outfit. “I told you to leave me alone!” you seethed as you stood up from your seat and grabbed your bag “Oh come on family doesn’t leave each other!” He said and you raised your hand to give him a hard smack on the head but just huffed and rolled your eyes, ignoring him as he looked at you expecting more interaction, he could buy time for others but your ignorance made him clench his jaw and he slammed his fist on the table as he watched you leave.

Walking as fast you could you looked back to see if anyone was after you in the dark street, damn it, you were to hungry to notice you had chosen a place that was not crowded enough, wherever there was no witnesses, there was a chance fornthem to strike, but you were in a whole another city, they couldn’t have come all the way there to bother you right? you hoped at least they just wanted to talk…you could manage getting away with that, your family’s past was not so clean since they had another family member in their clutches and you had watched the whole thing from the corner. Calm down (Y/N)! you were a hero yourself! they can’t even lay a finger on you don’t worry! you told yourself, walking walking the next bus station, why your car had to break just tonight? or maybe it was not an accident? you had checked your place for any cameras and had secured anything, but they were batman and his sons, not just ordinary people. God even thinking about it made your stomach turn in disgust.

“Going somewhere?” Jason’s voice froze you in place, that tone, predator like, he was enjoying your distress, you didn’t need to turn to see him, his reflection in the windows of the building you were walking toward to was showing the young man that had leaned to the wall behind you, arms crossed as he held that smirk of his that made your body shiver. He wore his vigilant clothes…he surely wasn’t there for just a visit, Bruce’s call had rang the bells for you before “We’ll take you back home my baby…” you had canceled the call before he could continue, feeling nauseous at remembering that.

You moved your hand to take the gun in your bag, Jason’s eyes watching your every move “Is it how you greet your brothers dear sibling?” Damian’s mocking voice made your hand clench around the gun’s handle “I won’t greet strangers…” you said bitterly, hearing Jason sigh “Really? after what we all have gone through?” you couldn’t help but scoff at that “Oh? your death must have rearranged your memories! weren’t you the one that bullied me when we were younger? telling me that I was the hated child to feed your own ego and forget about your insecurity?” you said and Jason’s growl made a sad smirk form on your face “Past is the past!” He snapped, the guilt he felt getting worse. “And you Damian…don’t you dare to move an inch closer to me!” you said as you pointed the gun toward him “I warned you to leave me alone!”

Damian’s eyes watered as he held his staff closer, memories of the past hitting him hard “You all used me like a toy, feeling better as you teased and bullied me! Dick started the whole thing, having Bruce’s attention the whole time, being his favorite boy as he made fun of me for walking after Alfred, the only person that had a little hint of sympathy for me! the unwanted child of a heartless man!” your voice trembled as you looked at the glass to check if Jason was not getting closer “Then it was you Jason! weren’t you the one that called me a spoiled brat and bullied me for being born in a richer family then yours? weren’t you beating me up whenever I tried to seek help from Alfred? how can you call yourself a part of my family Jason? you did that and I still wept for your death! and when you came back, Bruce still accepted you, still called you his son no matter what you did! was it fair?”

Hearing something drop on the floor you pulled the second gun from your bag and dodged from Tim who had jumped to hit you with his staff “Oh? the whole family is here? the daddy’s little genius? aren’t you still Bruce’s soft spot?” you said shouting to Damian who took a step closer “I said don’t move little demon! you were worse then all of them! you should have understood me better then the others! but no! I was the pathetic older sibling of yours that didn’t have any place among heros…you all did that to me for years and still call me a sibling? am I the only one that is still sane in this damned family?”

The boys stared at you in silence, they didn’t have anything to say, you were right, but they had planned to make it up to you, if you could just give in! lose your attention for a second! The lights in the street went out and you could hear the fast footsteps of the boys, you pulled the triggers, not caring if you would actually hit them, the first thing that reached you was a staff that hit your right arm, one of the guns was out of use, but you didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger again, your other arm held tightly by huge hands as the other gun was thrown out of your palm, smaller arms held your neck and head against whom you had guessed was Damian, another hit of the hard staff to the back of your knees and you fell on the floor as you growled in anger like a captured beast.

The lights came back again, and you found your head pressed against Damian’s chest, arms held tightly by Jaosn as Tim stood on top of you, staff ready to hit you again if you moved, you struggled to free yourself as Damian tightened his grip to warn you about cutting your air supply, you looked up at the youngest boy, feeling a tear drop on your face, your lips parted in surprise…he was crying! “I’m sorry!” He whispered, voice low and shaking. You stopped struggling for a moment, to equipped to hear Bruce and Dick walk closer to you.

“Woha! you use guns now?” Dick said and got a angry groan from you in response “You hate us that much?” He asked, his voice now sad, you weren’t sure if it was for real or because of his manipulative nature “They do…” Bruce finally said, looking at you pant for air, he nodded to Damian as he squeezed your neck tighter “Shhh…” the boy whispered to you “We’ll be home soon, don’t struggle so much…sleep…please sleep!” His pleading got mixed with frustration as your vision faded away. You were wrong, you were to much into trouble to consider yourself lucky to get out of that damned manor!

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hey i know this is really heavy but... My pet of 13 years was put to sleep yesterday morning and I was wondering if you have any tips on handling the loss and absence of him. My whole family is struggling really hard and I would appreciate it.

Anon I have been thinking about how to answer this and what words of comfort I can offer you in this time of grief. I have held the hand of so many people through the death of their pet and still I oftentimes find myself at a loss for words. It’s something I think about a lot, so I’m sorry that this is quite long-winded.

I was driving my grandmother to a doctors appointment a few weeks ago and she was telling me about her first dog, a Boston terrier named Guppy that she’d had since she was 8 years old. She told me that during her first year in college she received an unexpected phone call from home out of the blue. In those times, phone calls were expensive and you really only got an unscheduled call when a relative or loved one had passed away. She told me that as she was walking to the room to take the call she had prayed to God that the news on the other end of the line would be the death of her own grandmother, rather than the now geriatric Guppy who had been sick for some time. It was a call about Guppy of course, and my grandma told me she’s been guilty her whole life for wishing that a family member had died instead. She told me that she was intentionally sharing this story with me because she didn’t want me to ever feel guilty if I grieve the loss of my dog more than I do her death someday. She told me that the love of a pet is something different, and losing it hurts in a different way.

This was a morbid story with a morbid sentiment (though entirely in character for my grandma) but it got me thinking about the nature of our grief for pets. They are such constants in our lives that in many ways losing them can be harder to bear than the loss of someone who matters to you in a completely different way. My grandma didn’t love her dog more than she loved her relative, it’s just a different type of grief.

Do not let anyone (including yourself) minimize your loss, because your pet was here, they were important, and your love for them mattered immensely.

So now let me say this; I am so happy that your pet was able to spend 13 years with a family that loved and treasured them. I hope for every single one of my patients to have that safety and warmth and affection, your pet was lucky to be so dearly loved. That said, here are some little things that I will recommend to people who ask me for help in dealing with the loss of their companion.

Take things one day at a time. This sounds like a cliche and maybe it is one but I found it helped me. Try not to think about the future without your pet, but focus on getting through the day, especially in the short term after the loss. Take care of yourself and your physical needs as much as you can.

Actively grieve your pet. By this I mean, dealing with grief is hard work that cannot be ignored or put aside. Rather than shying away from memories of your pet, take the time to purposefully think about them and the life they shared with you. It hurts and it sucks so much, but there is no shortcut through it.

Memorialize your pet. This can be anything, but try to find a way to honor your pet’s memory. Make a painting, or volunteer at an animal shelter for a day, donate old blankets to a vets office in your pets name, make a rock garden, buy a fruit tree and plant it somewhere, put together a photo collage of your pet. Doing little things like this helped me more than anything else when I was grieving my dog.

Talk about them. It seems so dumb but I swear it helps. Talk about what they were like when they were little, what funny things they did to make you laugh, what it meant to have them by your side through all those years. It doesn’t have to be a therapist, but find someone kind who can listen to the stories about your pet that made them who they were.

And most of all please know that someday (maybe not soon, but someday) it will hurt less. In the meantime please be kind to yourself as much as you can.

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seonghwanotes · 8 months

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new years eve | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 953

a/n: this was originally a collab but i completed the ending bc the writer i collabed with had closed her acc so yeah, this had me thinking for a lil bit. ALSO THE GIF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im getting bias wrecked big time, i cannot imagine being yunhonotes 😭 (21 Aug 2021)

a/n: as i write this, it is 28th sept 2023 😭 had this in my drafts for a while, did not proofread at all so will just post this up for now x

It was finally the most awaited week of the whole year, Christmas week. It was a family tradition for everyone to start preparing for Christmas when December came by but this year round, you were away from your family and you were spending it with Yunho and his friends. Considering that everyone was busy with their own schedules and you finally got a break till New Years, you began your preparation a little later than usual.

But as usual, Christmas went by in a blink of an eye. Right after you had taken down the Christmas tree all by yourself, you let out a loud sigh, feeling a little sad. It certainly felt a little different since it was something you’d do together with your family members but it didn’t feel as lonely since you were with your loving boyfriend.

You grabbed your phone off the couch and took a picture of the now dismantled tree, sending it to Yunho who was at practice with the boys. Not even a second passed, he had seen your message and immediately called you.

“Oh, hello?”

“Y/N, how can you take down the tree without me helping you out? It must have been hard, especially with the upper part of the tree.” He scolded you, making you chuckle.

“Yunho, it’s fine. I was gonna do it by today anyway and I was free after you left so I just got it done. You would be home later anyway. I used a chair in case you were wondering.” You replied back, earning a sigh from him. You didn’t need to be next to him to see his pout and know that he was upset for not helping you out.

You waited for a bit as you sat down, grabbing your gifts you got for Yunho along with the gift wrapper. You set your call on speaker mode and put your phone down. You could only hear some of the boys whispering to each other but it wasn’t too audible since the background music was blocking their voices out.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t wait till you came home but tomorrow’s New Years eve! You know I don’t like keeping the tree up for longer than 3 days. Anyway, I’m going to the supermarket soon to get some stuff for our dinner tomorrow.” You told him, still not getting a response back. “Should I get champagne too?”

You and Yunho spent a homely Christmas together as everyone was with their family except for the two of you. It was not much but work has definitely made your lives much more busier, causing you two to not get presents for each other in time that you were doing it pretty late. Not that it mattered to you at this age but you felt bad for not carrying out a simple task.

You started wrapping your presents, occasionally glancing at your phone to see if he was about to end the call since he wasn’t answering you back. There was some light bickering among the boys but you couldn’t hear what they were talking about. “Jeong Yunho, If you wanted to help me out so badly, do me a favour and ask the boys what they would want for gifts or I’m wrapping vegetables for all 8 of you.”

Your threat seemed to slightly work as you heard Mingi chime at the other side of the call, “Ya, I don’t want vegetables this year. You better ask her for her size or I’m asking her myself!”

Size? Your size for what? You were about to voice out but Yunho cut you to it. “Well, that sounds fine. Go ahead, baby.”

“So you want me to get vegetables for them?” You questioned, earning a yell from Jongho.

“Y/N! Don’t listen to hyung! Get us what you feel like getting us except vegetables… what? Oh, no mint chocolate for Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung. We love you!” He yelled, making you laugh. These boys were enough to make you feel like you were at home.

“Not sure why I’m on speaker mode but okay.” You answered back, hearing someone getting a hard smack. You were about to end the call but stopped when Yunho called out. “Baby, wait! One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Your hand is almost the same as San’s right?” The question almost came out as a whisper, Yunho knowing you would get agitated at that question since your hands were the size of a child compared to his delicate giant ones.

“You know the answer already. Why are you even asking this? Are you getting me a bracelet from Pandora or what?” You asked him, sealing the gift wrapper with a ribbon on top for Yunho’s gift, which was a Rolex watch and matching rings that you’ve been eyeing for a while now.

A silence was heard initially, then a voice followed along. “Yeah, would rose gold do?”

Your cheeks flushed, “Ah, um, yeah. See you later then. Tell the boys to be early tomorrow. Oh, I’ll get 3 bottles of champagne then, okay?”

“Okay, sure thing. Yes, 3 is fine. I love you.” Yunho replied, sending a kiss through the call.

“Love you too.” You responded and ended the call.

One gift wrapped and there was more to go. You sighed, pushing them away for awhile and opened your laptop to surf the internet, making a list on what to buy for the boys, wanting it to be meaningful as well. Even if Christmas wasn’t as joyful as you wanted it to be, New Years was going to be the most memorable holiday you had in a while and you couldn’t wait for it to arrive.

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Hi there dear readers… this story will take place after the war between the heroes and the villains, let’s say the todoroki family forgave touya and he forgave them too that includes the families of the victims he killed so it’s time to get himself a bride and that bride is none other than you ;)

P.s: he’s still scarred like before, Eri rewinded him to the state before he got those awful burns on him… Also forgive my grammar and punctuations I’m not an English speaker lol. Anyhow enjoy my very first tumblr blog lol

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“You’re finally a normal human being touya, don’t let your past affect you, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl.” Said Fuyumi messaging touya’s shoulders “ actually I have someone I’d like to be with but I’m not sure she’ll accept me.” Said touya rubbing his neck “nonesense” said fuyumi pinching his cheeks then spent the rest of the day telling him about what he missed in the family.

As for you

You were taking care of your niece while thinking of what you’ve done weeks before the war started and you still find it embarrassing “come on y/n it’s not like he’s alive with all the burns he obtained on himself.” Said your best friend through the phone. “Tsk tsk, don’t say that I know he’s alive, gotta go.” You said hanging up the phone to recall what happened since the little rascal is sound asleep.

Flash back

You were walking through the crowds in the city in the cold winter night trying to find Christmas gifts for your family when you noticed a patched up guy sitting on the bench in the park and looking at the snowy sky above, he looked lonely and the people around him are kind of avoiding making any contact with the man because they’re aware of who he is. “He’s so cute in person.” You thought walking to the man. You ended up standing between his parted legs “even if you have a fire quirk, sitting here in the cold is bad for you mister dabi.” You said cupping his cheeks with your warm hands “what do you suggest? Doll.” Said dabi enjoying the comfortable contact of your hands on his healthy and unhealthy skin. “How about a delicious hot chocolate, my treat.” You said rubbing his staples. “ mmmm I’d rather get a kiss.” Said Dabi smirking at your flushed face “ a kiss it is.” You said before crashing your lips on his warm ones…. You guys kissed for a long while to the point of you falling into his lap without noticing at all and when the kiss broke you were both blushing hard. “Fuck I’m rock hard now.” Said dabi carrying you to the nearest dark alleyway. He quickly let go of you. “Turn around, hands on the wall.” Said dabi fiddling with his belt. You did as he told you then all of a sudden you heard him unbuckle his belt. “W-what are you doing?” You asked trying to turn around but he turned your face back to the wall. “Nothing that will ruin your life, don’t worry.” Said dabi pumping his fat dick then he lifted your short frilly skirt and placed his length inside your panties and not inside your pussy. “ oh God!” Said dabi thrusting at a slow pace. “Ahh.” You moaned and held the wall with all your might when he picked up the pace. “ you’re godsend to me doll.” Said Dabi removing your scarf so he could give your cream like neck some hickeys. You looked down and saw the massive cock between your legs and his heavy balls making contact with your butt cheeks… in no time a thick white rope of his essence coated your panties and dripped down your legs. “Ahhh that was hella good, thanks doll.” Said dabi pulling away from you then sheathed his member in his boxers and pulled up his pants then turned you around. “ I could’ve gotten you pregnant but you’ll have to wait some other time, here’s my contact information.” Said dabi giving you a piece of paper then kissed your cheek and walked away.

You opened the paper and saw his phone number so you hid it in your pocket and adjusted your sticky panties then walked back to your apartment. Blushing constantly when you remember the last thing he told you.

End of flashback

Since then you didn’t dare contact him because you know he’s so busy with the league and the PLF so you didn’t wanna add to his problems “ I gotta sleep or I’m doomed tomorrow.” You said pulling up the blanket to your body.

The next day you had to meet up with fuyumi to discuss some things related to the upcoming exams next week and she told you she’s bringing up her older brother with her, you’ve waited for thirty minutes at the college’s campus until a red car pulled up and parked not too far from you. It was fuyumi. She left the car with her big brother and you couldn’t believe yourself, the guy besides her was none other than the ex-villain you’ve fallen in love with. “Oh my God!” You said running towards fuyumi who was expecting a hug from you but you ran past her and hugged touya who hugged you back. “ I can’t believe you’re alive, I missed you so much.” You said pampering his scarred face with kisses. “Easy babygirl.” Said touya giving you an eskimo kiss. “Wow y/n is the perfect match for you touya.” Said fuyumi squealing like a happy kid who’s got the prize he wanted. “Don’t you guys have stuff to discuss?” Asked touya still has you in his arms. “ we do but that can wait for tomorrow.” You said receiving an approving look from fuyumi. “ you guys need to catch up with each other, I’ll go work on some projects.” Said fuyumi leaving you and touya alone. He was wearing a black leather pants with black boots and a light grey dress shirt that has the first few buttons unbuttoned with a darker grey trench coat. “You look hot.” Said touya loving the way you’re dressed. “ says the hottest man alive.” You said walking hand in hand with him to a nearby bench. You sat down and he sat down next to you. “Hey y/n.” Said touya looking a bit nervous. “ yes” You said hugging his arm. “ do you by any chance think of marriage?” Said touya finally blurting what he wanted to tell you the moment you met in that cold weather that day. “Of course I would want to get married but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You said looking around at all the couples in the campus. “ then would you like to go out with me.” Said touya pulling you into his lap. “ I’d love too.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck then kissed his lips passionately

“But why would you ask this all of a sudden?” You asked after the kiss broke. “ my mom wants to see her grandkids before she kicks the bucket so I’m trying to make her wish come true.” Said touya kissing your neck. “ fair enough.” You said cuddling with him more before your next class started.

The days have passed and today was your wedding day to the number one’s oldest son.

“Black hair suits you touya.” Said rei adjusting his bowtie. “ thanks mom.” Said touya giving her forehead a chaste kiss. “ you shouldn’t keep your bride waiting.” Said enji wiping his tears away. “ you’re right.” Said touya giving tissues to his dad. Even though everything is fine with the family, there are times were the tension is high between the two of them.

Time skip to the wedding night.

“ when am I expecting grandchildren from you two.” Said rei giving you a hug while the others congratulated you “by the end of this night she’ll be pregnant.” Said touya shamelessly as he fist bumped natsuo. “Awww I’m so happy for you two.” Said toga jumping up and down excitedly. “ yeah enjoy your night.” Said shigaraki playing with his Nintendo but without all the hands around his body. “ I wish you happiness lady y/n.” Said compress giving you a red rose. “ thank you.” You said taking it from him. “ now now its time to go.” Said Dabi taking you away from all of them.

In the suite that enji booked for you two… you went to the bedroom to take your makeup off and wear the sexy see through babydoll dress that fuyumi bought for you while touya took off all of the accessories he’s wearing and just sticking with his dress shirt and pants (hence he’s wearing the same as the fanart) since he’s awaiting for you he decided to smoke a bit…

“Psst psst.” You said getting his attention from the huge window he was looking at. “Oh my.” Said touya taking his pants off then chased after you around the suite with his hard cock. Once he had a grip of you he wasted no time in drilling his dick in your pussy all night… thus making you pregnant as he promised.

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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content: mutual masturbation, sub!steve, switch!eddie, dom!reader, modern au, steve has a daddy kink

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The second you’d announced you were going on vacation, Eddie and Steve knew they were in for a painful week.

Steve was already away, visiting family members a state over. Though he hardly interacted with them, he’d still been required to come.

Now you were leaving Indiana, headed to California for a week-long vacation. You could even spend time away from the rest of your family since they’d be out on their own activities.

“I hate this, it’s so boring without people to piss off,” Eddie grumbled, slumping against his pillows. His laptop was on his bed, lazily positioned so you and Steve could see him sitting down.

"Don't you have plenty of preteens to spend time with?" You questioned, chuckling at the half hearted glare Eddie gave you.

“I’ll be back in two days! You can live that long,” Steve reminded.

“Yeah, but Y/n will still be in Cali. I want both of you.” With the low tone of his voice, the implication was obvious. He had less than innocent plans for when you and Steve both got home.

“I want both of you too, but it’ll be better than being alone until we can all get back together,” Steve reassured, brushing Eddie off. The metalhead groaned, head tilting back as he did so. You chuckled at him.

“Y’know, we could always have fun now if you don’t feel like waiting?” You offered, smirking at the camera. There was a nice desk at your hotel, making for a good place to talk to Steve and Eddie. Steve was seated on a bed as well, laying down on his stomach.

“Now?” Steve’s eyes widened. He looked around the room, making sure his headphones were plugged in.

“You’re alone, right?” You questioned both of them. Your family was out doing whatever at the beach, they wouldn’t be back until that night.

Both boys nodded at your question.

“Then why wait?” You unzipped your pants, the action barely audible to the men on the call with you. You pulled your cock out of your pants, with the desk in the way only the tip was visible from your camera. You heard Eddie groan and saw his hands dip into his boxers.

He slid them down his legs, stroking his half-hard cock idly.

“Can’t wait ‘til you can come back and fuck me,” He started, eyes glued to you on the screen. Steve had taken his pants off as well, now in a sitting position on his bed. His hand moving up and down his cock slowly. “Wanna ride you when you get back. Stuff myself with your cock until you fill me up.”

You groaned at his admission. “Miss your tight ass,” You admitted, stroking faster, “You both feel so good around me.”

“God I want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy,” Steve whined. He was kneeling now, two fingers sliding in and out of his ass. “Can’t reach as far as your cock does. Want you to fuckin’ ruin me.”

Eddie moaned louder, drawing the attention of both you and Steve. “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Tell me what you want from us, Stevie.”

Steve whined, fingers moving faster. You could feel your end approaching as well, your eyes shifted between the two boys.

“Want one of you to fuck my ass and the other in my throat,” Steve confessed, slipping a third finger in his hole. You and Eddie both groaned at the admission, your cocks twitching as you did so. “Want you guys to fill me up, can’t wait for you to use me like your fucktoy.”

That pushed Eddie over the edge, cum landing on the old band-tee he was wearing. “Such a good cumdump, Steve,” He moaned. “We’re gonna fill you up nice when you get back.”

Steve came a second later, grinding down on his own fingers as he desperately chased his high. “Gonna fuck me so good,” He muttered, eyes screwed shut as he tried to imagine the both of your hands as his own.

The sight was enough for you as well, cum dripping down your cock as you came down from your high.

At least you had something to look forward to.

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itsabouttimex2 · 22 days

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I love your platonic yandere writing! Your characterization and dialogue is one of my favorite things. You can tell you really thought hard about how these characters might get to this state. I wanted to say I also love your multi-target Primal Moon Sun Wukong! He's down from tens of thousands of subjects! Let him have a whole family to grab up and hoard! (RIP Y/N and Macaque. I'd say MK too, but honestly, Primal Moon MK seems pretty here for it lol.) (Also not gonna lie, Y/N is the center focus of course (and special RIP to them for being a human caught up in the middle of a group of monkeys! It's exactly as stressful and dangerous-feeling as it should be!), but Macaque's particular dynamic with Wukong and MK have caught me heart and soul here. The actual monkey social structures you're translating have really made this my favorite part of this AU, honestly. It's really good!)

Oh, thank you so much! I spend a lot of time cross-referencing my dialogue to that of the characters I write, so I’m glad my efforts have been paying off!

I really liked the idea of Sun Wukong going yandere for multiple people- part of his backstory is that he just wanted more and more.

So when his inhibitions are artificially stripped away, he sort of temporarily devolves in terms of character development, going back to “I want everything I can have!” but in a familial way, this time. So he builds himself a new troop for the week, no matter how much Y/N and Macaque might try to resist.

As you’ve said it, MK is living for this. One loving family member who doesn’t want to leave you under any circumstances (SW) and two who can’t. (You and Mac)

It helps that being second in command gives him a serious sense of control and power, which he does exert frequently.

I’m glad you think it felt stressful and dangerous! The Primal Moon definitely… messes demons up, and none of the three are the best at dealing with it.

Macaque definitely comes the closest, but he still has a lot of his own nonsense to deal with, like his own overwhelming urge to obsessively engage in stress-relieving behaviors. This can easily lead to Sun Wukong and MK putting him under lock and key, if not outright physically restraining the shadow demon to keep him from accidentally committing some form of self-harm.

I’m glad you like the dynamic he has with these two! Macaque tries to portray himself as some kind of “edgy badass”, but the Primal Moon strips away his ability to do so- there’s so much that Mac needs now, like affection and reassurance and warmth. And, even if he gets them, there’s still the harmful stereotypies that he’ll engage in, any form on self-soothing that makes things feel better.

So restraints and forced cuddles and genuine love from his “troop”… though Y/N is the only one he openly accepts the doting of, given their respect of his boundaries.

And I’m super glad you like the social structures! Monkeys are absolutely fascinating creatures, after all- if also brutal and complex.

Thanks so much for the comment!

#Time Talks #Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere MK #Yandere Macaque #Primal Moon

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