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scoonsalicious · 2 months

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Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of alcohol, longing looks/touches, this part's mostly fluff, ngl.

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: And from that night, you and Bucky became best friends. Because there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and the stuff of your nightmares was one of them.

A/N: I thought the Harry Potter quote was appropriate to bastardize for the Previously On... Don't come for me, lol

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21

From that night on, Bucky found every excuse he could to touch you. It was as though, after so many years of nothing but cold cruelty, he had become addicted to the warmth and softness of your skin. You didn't mind in the least; you liked the way he wrapped his arm around your stomach and rested his chin in the crook of your shoulder when he came up behind you, or the way he pulled your hand onto his thigh and traced the lines of your palm with his index finger while you watched TV in the common room, side by side.

One afternoon, you were standing in front of a monitor in your lab, lost in thought as the numbers from your latest algorithm trial ran across the screen. So immersed were you in the data that you didn't notice the form coming up behind you until two hands grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you.

Without thinking, your years of training kicked in, like flipping on a switch. You stomped down, hard, on the top of your assailant's foot with your heel, while simultaneously throwing your elbow back into their solar plexus. The attacker let out a low "Oof" and released their hold on you, giving you the opportunity to drop your weight low and spin on your toes to face them.

Bucky stood stooped before you, one hand clutching his abdomen where your elbow had made contact, the other hand held up in surrender. The other hand?

"Jesus Christ, Buck!" you panted. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I was trying to surprise you, you hell beast," Bucky said, though he was smiling. Rubbing the tender spot of nerves you had so artfully disturbed, he asked "Where'd you learn to fight so dirty?"

"Krav Maga," you beamed, pleased that you'd managed to get a hit on a super soldier, even if Bucky hadn't been actually attacking you. "Care to tell me how you managed to end up with two fucking arms?"

Now it was Buck's turn to beam at you as he held out his new left arm for your perusal. You took the hand, inspecting it. Black metal gleamed in the light of your lab. You turned the arm over, admiring the craftsmanship. "This is a thing of beauty, Buck," you murmured, trailing your fingers along the gold veins that ran through the metal. Bucky involuntarily shivered at your touch. "You can feel that?" you asked him, awestruck. He nodded, his face awash in delight.

You leaned in to examine it more closely. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it was... But, no, it couldn't be– "Bucky," you said in astonishment, looking up to meet his eye, "is this vibranium?"

Bucky grinned from ear to ear, looking like a little boy who had gotten just what he'd asked for for Christmas. "It was a gift. From the Wakandans, for helping them capture Helmut Zemo." Bucky seemed almost shy at revealing why the Wakandans had gifted him the arm, as though he was still uncomfortable with being acknowledged for doing good instead of being blamed for committing evil.

"This..." you started, at a loss for words. "Bucky, this is amazing! The Wakandans are the most technologically advanced nation on the planet. This makes the arm I've been working on look like a fucking stick."

Bucky cocked his head and studied you as you studied the vibranium appendage. "You were making me an arm, doll?" he asked, throat choked on emotion.

You looked up at him, a blush of color rising to your cheeks. "Well, I was trying to. I wasn't going to say anything until I knew it would work; I didn't want to get your hopes up, but this... this is worlds better than anything I could have manufactured."

Bucky gently pulled his metal arm from your hand and used it to cup your cheek, instead. You leaned into the cool, hard metal. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," he murmured. You gave him a soft smile.

"You're one of my best friends, and you deserve all the good things," you told him with a shrug of your shoulder. "Including two functioning arms."

Bucky pulled you into a hug and you returned his embrace, relishing in the feeling of being completely held by him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Pocket," he said into the top of your head.

You pulled back to look up at him. "Well, hopefully, you'll never have to find out." You stayed like that for a few moments longer, neither of you willing to be the first to let go. "You know what," you said, eventually pulling away from him, "we should celebrate."

Bucky looked down at you with a glint in his eye. "Celebrate, huh? What should we do?"

"Anything you want," you told him, moving out of the cage of his arms. Arms. You still couldn't believe it. "It's your arm we're celebrating."

He studied you for a moment, and there was a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher. As the heat of Bucky's gaze lingered on you, a shiver ran down your spine. There was something different about the way he looked at you now, something that made your heart race and your palms grow sweaty. It was as if every fiber of his being was focused solely on you, his eyes tracing every contour of your face with an almost alarming intensity.

"Can we start those Hobbit movies?" he asked.

"That's how you want to celebrate?" you smiled up at him. "You're such a fucking nerd. Yeah, we can absolutely do that. Oh, shit--" you remembered. "It's Girls' Night tonight. It’s fine– I can skip it."

"No," said Bucky, and the look he'd been giving you had vanished, leaving you to wonder if you'd simply imagined it to begin with, "go to Girls' Night. I know how much you look forward to those."

"I said we'd celebrate, and I want to celebrate," you insisted. "I can bow out of Girls' Night early. I'll just pop in, have one glass of wine, and then I'll be all yours; they can manage without me for a night."

Bucky hit you with his devil-charming grin. "All mine?" he asked, a mischievous lilt to his voice.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully slapped at his chest. "You know what I mean, asshat."

"Another dollar in the jar," he tsked.

"Get the fuck out of here and let me get back to work," you said with a laugh, shooing him away. You followed him with your eyes as he made his way to the door. Right before he went through, he turned around and looked back over at you, giving you a parting smile before walking off.

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leewritestoomuch · 1 month

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I’m sorry for all the requests but Dr.stone brain rot is killing me 😭:

May I order a headcanon (once facking again) where their s/o’s family was extremely poor in the past, so when Ryusui made currency they spent the least amount of money, rarely eating out of habit and trying to not make the same mistake their family did before?

If there was a Tsukasa part I believe that would only fuel his anger more for the rich and greedy ngl 😭

Anyways, if you do my request once again. Thank you from the absolute bottom of my heart! And remember to always take care of yourself pookie <3

- Sincerely, 🍙 Anon

Reader’s Family was Poor in the Past

Hi!!! Thank you for the request! :) and do remember to take care of yourself too! Sorry this is so late to when you sent this in 😭 there is so much in my inbox, I jump around.

I chose Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, and Ryusui for this.

Senku Ishigami

He wasn’t too concerned with what everybody was doing, but your behavior doesn’t go unnoticed.

He watched as you picked through almost thousands of drago and only spent a few, and it almost seemed like you were scared to.

Ryusui had practically thrown drago at you because you were nearby and he complimented you and gave you plenty of money, so why were you spending SO cautiously like you were down to nickels and dimes? (I know nothing about Yen so I don’t know if there is an expression equivalent in Japanese)

You have nothing to really save the money for, so why were you debating so hard over spending it on a shirt. You wanted the shirt, didn’t you?

Eventually, he’d found out from somebody that knew you that your family was poor. He had thought something like that must have been the case, but now he knows for sure.

He’d likely encourage you to spend a bit more. Either that, or he’d bluntly tell you there is no reason to keep the money so close to you anymore.

Gen Asagiri

If he had that much money, he’d be blowing it.

You had thousands of drago that Ryusui had just handed you. And you were clutching onto it like you’d be robbed of it and be left for dead without it if you loosen up just a little.

You hesitated to get cotton candy, despite how much you said you missed the taste.

He watched you and soon noticed your behavior was like those who were less fortunate to have to ration to survive.

You didn’t need to do that here, the money isn’t that important. At the end of the day, the hunters in the kingdom of science would bring home food rather people paid them for the meat or not.

The community doesn’t run off of money, so your behavior is unnecessary. So he’d probably talk you out of it.

He’d come stand beside you, talking to you softly.

“Money isn’t that important here. You don’t need it to pay for a house. And the beasts of people we have here do the hunting for us, and never once have they asked for money. Nor would they deny you food if you couldn’t pay. You can save some… but maybe spend half? Plus…” he leans in to whisper, “Ryusui would gladly pay for you if it ever came to it. I’m sure a man like him will never run out of money.”

Tsukasa Shishio

Dragos have been around for a while, but you’re still clutching onto them like it’s life or death.

Francois doesn’t make you pay them for food. The hunters (him, Hyoga, etc) don’t make you pay them for meat or anything.

So your behavior has got to be engraved into you.

He might be on the side of kingdom of science, but deep down, this rise of currency and capitalism bothers him.

watching you struggle to let go of money makes him angry.

The world they used to live in had brought you to this point, and that pisses him off.

He knows what that’s like. He fought for money. He became famous for money. All for money for Mirai. Just so his sister would live.

He had to pay people to keep his sister alive.

And old men paid for the rights to land and he had no grounds to even do anything about getting beat down by one for picking seashells. That man OWNED those seashells.

He doesn’t know exactly what you went through, but he’s got an idea.

He doesn’t say much, but he makes sure to give you plenty of food and he’ll buy things for you and give them to you.

Honestly he’s so sweet.

Ryusui Nanami

Spend money, get bitches. Yk. (This man would hate the word bitches for sure. But I had to say this. Like side note, but he’s an advocate for the word to be offensive when leaving a man’s mouth)

Ryusui gave you thousands of drago and stepped back. He expected you to spend it, give to the economy, etc.

But you held onto it like you were gonna need it soon.

He doesn’t really know what that’s like. He’s always had lots of money.

Well, once he had a smaller allowance, but even that would be a lot to most other people. He doesn’t realize this so much, not until he sees you.

He’s confused at first.

What else is there to do in life than get all that one wants when they want it? Get your money up, keep your money up, spend your money up. Yk. The 3 pillars to life. (This is not what they are)

He gives you more money.

But you try to deny it.

He insists. Then he watches you clutch onto it like you’ll need it all in an hour.

He probably goes over to encourage you. Telling you to see things how he sees it.

And then you probably explain why you just can’t. You’re scared you’ll end up like your family was as a kid.

He begins to see what you mean, and he’ll probably spend some money on you.

“Don’t be scared. There isn’t anything to worry about money about here. Even if everything had a cost soon, I’d pay for whatever you needed. And all these people would surely do you a favor even if.”

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prettyboypistol · 7 months

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I'm not sure if requests are open so if not feel free to delete this ask! Can you do the mercs realizing they're into men because of the reader?

Of course! By the way, this is my 100th post! lucky lucky Anon! This goes out to all of the rest of my followers! Thank you for all the support and followers! I'll always look at your messages and write for TF2! I couldn't be here without all of you! Thank you for letting me be the weird gay man who likes writing about old gay men kissing! -PrinceThomas :>

Tf2 Mercs x M!Reader || Gay Awakening! +18

Scout

Super in denial at first, compares you to actors he likes or thinks are hot and kinda shelves it. Is MAD jealous that you just somehow look great no matter what (to him hehe)

Realizes he has a crush on you when his usual spank bank material of girls isn't really doing it for him anymore. It's 4am, he's tired and horny and a little drunk... his mind just wandered, okay?!

Daydreamer 100%, but his feelings for you and his feelings for Miss Pauling kinda fuck him up ngl?? Is he a homo or not?? I mean, he likes boobs and lipstick and girls, but the rough and tumbled grease in your stubble just gets him rarin in a way girls didn't.

Bisexual struggles fr. Assuming that you're a Stonewall riot supporter, he'd probably try to roundabout ask if he can experiment with you.

What really set you apart from the other mercs is that you just look good compared to them! Yeah, there are some conventionally attractive guys, but you're h o t.

Soldier

Soldier, like Scout, assumed his attraction to you was something more akin to respect or friendliness. I mean, no other soldier he's ever met sacrificed himself to save him! That takes guts! Yeah, you respawned after, but the honor was still there for him.

Develops or at least tries to develop a friendship like what he with Demoman. He might come off like a very determined puppy, but you know he means well.

Uses you as someone to compare others too. (Ex. "SCOUT! THAT WAS HORRENDOUS TECHNIQUE! TAKE A LOOK AT THAT FINE MAN OVER THERE! DETERMINED! STRONG! TAKE NOTES, PRINCESS!")

When he does realize it's love, he is upfront and honest about his feelings with you. After all, if Jane did like men, he could find more powerful army and recreate that unbeatable ancient army of homosexuals!

Asks around about romance, probably interrogates Medic about how to court another man because let's be honest Medic looks gay as he'll and I will die on the hill that every merc just assumes that man is queer.

Pyro

In Pyroland, you're a prince on a unicorn. You're straight out of a fairy tale. They're overjoyed to have a prince in Pyroland rather than just babies! Yeah, it's fun to be childish, but a whimsical joy that are more complex are fun too!

Absolutely follows you around and talks about you to Engie non-stop. Engie jokes that Pyro might have a crush on you and they seriously consider it. They realize you're attractive when you do a party trick of spitting out Bug spray and lighting it on fire, making it look like you breathe fire.

As you cough and retch at the lingering taste of bug repellant in your mouth, Pyro applauds your trick and keeps trying to talk to you. They eventually are able to communicate to you, asking if you have any more fire tricks. You show them that you can twirl a pencil between all your fingers when the eraser tip is lit up like a candle.

You can kind of tell that they like you romantically, but you're not sure how to tell them that you know. A few chats with Engie tells you all you need to know: Pyro has never pursued a romantic interest, Pyro likes you, and that you can probably get their attention with an honest conversation.

Demoman

The most casual about their realization that they like you- and men in general. Just a peek at you in the showers after a particularly clutch victory caused a few rather dirty thoughts. It wasn't that big of a deal to him and kept his attitude of a drunken "Well, a hole's a hole, I bet he's tight."

Probably offers a little bit of fun after a long night of party, definitely a lot more drunk than usual as he leans a tad too close for friendship. That deep, gravelly, and warm voice growled in your ear with an open offer to join him in his room that night.

If you joined, he wouldn't remember the night and regret that he forgot the night in the morning when you and him snuggle awake. If you decline it's no harm no foul.

One of those types of guys who actually can balance his feelings for you along with his friendship- he keeps the ball in your court and stayed professionally friendly, maybe a tad brotherly competitive.

Heavy

This man is an iron wall to hide his feelings. He had the idea that he just wasn't the type to want a relationship- which was fine, more time to work to keep his family safe- but then you jumped out into danger to protect him. He was on the brink of death and you selflessly risked your life for him! Yeah, you both respawned, but it was the gesture that mattered!

His eyes trailed you a lot more often, like a security camera. He pretended to be read his book, but he knew exactly where you were. Medic is the first to notice this change.

Medic asks about Heavy's feelings for you, since Heavy had never ordered Medic to go heal anyone else before! Hell, the both of you tended to stay behind Heavy during battles after that, so you two had a sense of closeness.

When you all went out on a trip to the beach, Heavy loved watching you in the water, and even allowed himself to be dragged in by you to play water polo with Soldier and Demoman. He's a long game of chess, hopefully you can win him over!

Is a bit more protective of you out of battle, but that's something only the people he threatens is aware of.

Engie

Oh fucking god holy shit what the hell man's fucking gay PANICS. DELL IS HEARTSTOPPINGLY FROZEN IN FEAR WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HE LIKES MEN.

All you did was scale a chainlink fence with ease, albeit with a small growling as the metal dug into your fingers. Dell swallowed the feeling thickly. He didn't mean to stare at your ass, really! It just sorta... happened.

And then it happened again as he kneeled to construct a sentry. Then when he was sat down at the kitchen table as you walked by. The only time he didn't catch a glance was when you turned to him with a smug look and a "if you wanna look at my ass, you could just ask."

He knows a lot of gay cowboy culture, but was far too scared to go ahead with a few of the gestures. Although, you weren't as shy, giving him a grey handkerchief when he spillied oil on himself.(translation: grey handkerchief=bondage kink)

Finally- FINALLY! He offers you his hat on a very hot day with his head looking straight at the ground.(translation: if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, y'all fucking)

Sniper

In the top 3 of "chillest reactions to realizing he likes men", but barely on the podium yk?

Mick was doing some target practice and had lost track of time, his pot of coffee and snack pile had been long empty. Right as he was about to get up to stretch his legs, he saw you on the last rung to the ladder of his nest. "Oh hey Snipes! You missed lunch and dinner, 'decided to check in on our favorite sharpshooter." When you stay for a few moments and hand him the bottles of water and leftovers from dinner, he realized that nobody made him feel that loved.

You just being kind sends him into a "did he do that to hit on me? Does he do this to everyone?" Yeah he panics about everything you do, but not because you're a man- it's because a crush is a crush to him!

Sniper does genuinely try to show interest, but in a subtle way like inviting you out to take a smoke break, target practice, maybe offer to let you join him to survivalist camp for a few days.

Spy

Silver medalist of the chill reaction podium, mainly because he laments to himself about all the potential money he had lost by not seducing more men in his more freelance espionage days. He could have hooked up with Saxton Hale to swindle that oaf out of millions- if he had thought of that.

Does a full background and thorough investigation into your personal life, how you reacted to the huge news event of Stonewall, if you had ever hooked up with a man, anything to see if he had a chance to sneak into your dating pool.

He treats you a lot like how he treats the women he seduces, but has to overcome how you brush him off casually like a man. Women were a language Spy speant years studying, so much so that he seldom kept up with the more masculine way of communicating.

At his wit's end, he just asks you bluntly. "Listen, I find you hot. I've been trying to get into your pants for almost 2 months now, do you want to have sex?"

Medic

This man already knew he was gay before you pulled up, sorry. BUT BUT BUT you are the first crush he's had! Yeah, he knew he liked the idealized version of a man he made up in his head, but you are better than the fictional men in books!

Despite the stereotype for Medic, he didn't fall for you when he saw you on his operating table. You and Engie were theorycrafting about hypothetical cybernetic enhancements. Engie had said something biologically inaccurate about the immune system, and before Medic could interrupt your private conversation, you corrected Engie! Not in a demeaning way, but in a way that clearly showed that you had a love for biological science. Medic's heart skipped a beat.

Constantly offering you new enhancements for your body and coddles you about painful proedures (he actually gives you anathesia! How sweet!) and sends his experimental ideas to you for a betaread over. For Medic, that's essentially a confession in and of itself!

Has written your name in little hearts on his note margins and uses you as his anatomy sketch references when he needs to visualize the human skeleton.

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Arachnophilia: (Chapter Eighteen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Fluff + Smut. Workplace sex/Oral (reader recieving), Panty kink.

Word count: 6,400 Notes: Longer chapter but ngl I like this one a lot, enjoy B)

‘Okay, okay, careful.’

‘Aha—Mi arañita, I still don’t understand the point of this, ah- exercise?’

‘Not an exercise Miggy, I told you this a thousand times, it’s—a surprise!’

‘Alright, alright, sweet thing. Well, regardless, I trust you.’

Mig took a few more staggered steps forward across the hard ground. His eyes were covered by a thick blindfold, and he was moving based purely on the guiding tug of your hand in his.

You had him step forward just a little further, but noticed as you did that he was tapping his paws back and forth to try and gauge his surroundings. You gently squeezed his hand as punishment.

‘No! No, come on, don’t—spoil it with your little sensory paws’ you huffed. Mig chuckled.

‘My apologies, I’m just—not used to being covered.’

‘Well it doesn’t even matter now because you—are—here!’

With a gleeful swing you released his hand and spread your arms wide in anticipation of him lifting the blindfold. He did as he’d been told, lifting it carefully, and as he blinked and squinted his eyes to adjust, he was met with the most beautiful sight.

You were both stood on the flat roof of the HQ building, with the entire of Nueva York spread out at your feet. The sky was clear and bright, the city sparkling beneath the light of the sun, with the distant lakes glimmering and blowing in the wind.

Mig took a few steps closer to the edge, his mouth agape. ‘Ah… It—this is, what you wished to show me?’ he murmured. When he looked down you were beaming.

‘Yeah! Of course. Isn’t it beautiful?’ you said while grabbing his leg. You squeezed his fluffy spider appendage to your cheek. ‘Mm—I know you can’t go outside yet, at least on the ground, but, I thought you might like to see. I bribed Peter to let us up here.’

While you were fixed on the view, you didn’t notice that Mig was still staring at you. You were clutched tight to his side, your smile wide and your face slightly buffeted from the wind, forcing you to squint beneath the sun.

You didn’t see the softest smile on his face. You felt his abdomen vibrating, but you assumed it was for the view.

‘Mi arañita…’

You slowly rolled your head back up to catch his eyes. He stared back.

‘I am… deathly, afraid of heights’ Mig said, his voice cracking as he spoke. Immediately you balked.

‘You—OH, oh, shit oh my god- Oh I’m so sorry—’

You immediately grabbed his legs and dragged him back towards the centre of the roof. ‘Oh, Miggy I’m so—’

‘It’s okay’ he said gently. As you blabbered apology after apology he remained patiently calm with his forelegs on your cheeks. ‘Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know.’

‘I just thought, ah—spiders, you know, we… we’re always, up—’

‘Not me, mi tesoro. I don’t have that, sticking ability you all have. I just have a literal spider body. I can’t stick to walls like you.’

‘Oh, you… are you, worried about, falling?’ you asked. Miguel sheepishly nodded.

‘Oh… Oh god, don’t worry about that’ you said, gently waving your hand. ‘I would never let you fall. Ever. I’d break my back if I had to just to ensure you didn’t fall. Promise! Cross my heart and all.’

Miguel’s chuckle in response was soft. It seemed to be getting easier for him to do. ‘Ah, arañita, thank you. I believe you would certainly try.’ As if to show his gratitude and his trust Mig slowly lowered himself down until he was seated in the centre of the roof, his legs folded beneath his great fluffy belly, and with his hands out he bade you to join him. You eagerly settled on the floor beneath his pelvis.

‘I also just thought, you know, it’s nice to be away from everyone’ you said with a yawn. His forelegs came down to pull you close and you hugged them back, settling into the warmth. ‘Away from all the uh- staring.’

‘It is… always, nice, to be with you’ Mig said gently. You felt his paw brush your cheek. ‘I am, excited, to be in a new world. With you.’

He craned his neck and peered out over at the distant sky, a world so far removed from his own. He clutched you a little tighter as he did so, a clear sign that he was still afraid, but your presence seemed to be making it easier. He closed his eyes to block out the heights and relished instead in just feeling; feeling the warmth on his fur, the warmth on his skin, and the feel of your body in his arms.

‘With you’ he repeated to himself.

Little did you both know that just below you, down in the dark and the cold where the sunlight didn’t reach, a single man stood alone in his office, and watched your every single move.

His room was bathed in shadows, his figure obscured by thick heavy rays of indigo and navy. With the jagged metal of his previous work sticking out from the floor it looked like a sunken wreckage left to fester beneath the sea.

He raised his fingers and swiped a handful of holograms aside, focusing in on a few cameras he had set up around the HQ. He zoomed in on one particular screen, pushing aside the one image he always had floating in the corner; the image of a little girl smiling at a football game.

‘Hmm.’

The video he pulled up was of you and Mig, the two of you sitting together on the roof beneath the bright light above. His red eyes narrowed.

‘Miguel!’

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name. He could hear Peter’s familiar footsteps as he hopped towards him, trying his best to avoid the debris on the floor.

‘Hey! Miguel, buddy, pal, you’ve been in here all day. I came to see if you’d uh- died in here or something.’

‘I thought you were busy entertaining our new guests’ Miguel grunted.

‘What? OH! Oh, what Mig? Nah they’re off spending some time alone, I don’t wanna intrude.’

‘You have nicknames for him?’ he seethed. Peter, again, ignored his obvious annoyance.

‘Yeah of course! They were right, it’s too difficult calling you BOTH Miguel, so, Mig it is. You should be happy, right? You get the- full title!’

‘I get the non-affectionate, non-pet name version. The standard version’ Miguel mumbled beneath his breath. At that, Peter paused.

‘Hey, buddy, are—are you, okay—’

‘You know what he did’ Miguel snapped as he spun, his face coming within inches of Peter’s. The dorky man refused to move. He met his friend with only sympathy, which only aggravated Miguel more. He spun back. ‘You know what he did, why he’s such an issue for me, but you don’t care.’

‘Mig, he—He’s a nice guy’ Peter insisted. ‘I know he made a mistake, but it was a mistake, and he—it clearly bothers him. He’s not a bad guy though, not at all. Like you. He’s kinda socially awkward but he’s… nice.’

‘You’re supposed to be my friend’ Miguel murmured over his shoulder. ‘You’re supposed to believe me.’

Peter sighed. ‘Ah, man, come on Miguel. I am your friend! I just—’

‘Just what?’

‘You… You’re, going through a lot’ Peter blurted. His voice kept getting quieter and quieter with every word. ‘I know you are, and that’s why I’m… trying. It’s not that long ago that you—I’m here for you, but I don’t know what you need. You told me that you needed space and, when I tried to talk to you about it you got—’

‘Am I not allowed to change?’ Miguel snapped, his eye glowering as he twisted his neck to see Peter. ‘I’m not allowed to need different things?!’

‘Of course you are! Of course, of course, but I… I can’t read your mind, Miguel’ Peter insisted. He was arguing as gently as he could, but it still wasn’t enough. ‘You told me to stay back, you said—with Mary, and, the baby, it was too much. So, I backed off. Now you’re upset with me for doing that, but- you never told me you needed something else, it… I don’t like seeing you on your own, but, you’re not the… easiest, person.’

Miguel scowled as he stared at his holograms. He could still see you on the screen, laughing, joking, resting on Mig’s shoulder. Everything he couldn’t have.

‘We’re not designed to be easy’ he grunted.

‘Who?’

‘Us. Me. O’Hara’s. We’re… not, designed, to be good. I have to fight, every day, to stay, good.’ Miguel turned and glared at Peter over his shoulder. The man looked back with a deep, profound sadness.

‘I’m sorry I’m so much effort’ Miguel hissed.

‘No’ Peter said softly. ‘No, you’re not… You are effort, Miguel, but you’re worth that effort. To me. And, he’s worth that effort to them. I just- I hope one day you realize that too.’

With a sigh Peter turned and vanished out of the corridor, away from the sunken darkness and into the light. Miguel turned back to his holograms without a word.

Miguel didn’t care. He couldn’t, not anymore.

He did what he had to do, even if it was abhorrent to everyone else. He did what had to be done.

Right?

He buried, deep, to the back of his subconscious, the acknowledgment of why he hated this. He buried it all. No matter what Peter said, or how many people fell for his variants sickly, predatory charm, he knew better. He knew he had to get him out of here.

He slowly looked down at a scribbled list on his desk.

Four plans. Four, simple, easy to do plans, all designed to push Mig out of his territory. All designed to make people realize what he was. Miguel pushed the list aside in disgust.

He had only a little time before you both theoretically passed the bureaucratic hurdles he’d placed in your path. It was time to execute.

… The first attempt …

The first attempt was simple: Use the existing prejudice against the two of you, and push it a little further.

It was easy enough. The HQ loved gossip, after all. You’d threatened Miguel with his own medical records, so he’d use yours without shame. As leader he obviously had to file his own paperwork regarding the sanctioning of your relationship, and he was happy to write in that he approved.

He just, also decided to write in graphic detail the nature of why it needed sanctioning. The rutting, the heat, the breeding kink, the size difference. The unprotected creampie-ing mixed with the spidery seal of web used to keep it inside.

He handed all of this into HR for filing and waiting for the gossip to spread.

He watched the word ‘spider web plug’ spread from person to person on his monitors, over and over again. He let it fester. He let it sit.

As you made your way into the canteen that day, you definitely noticed that the air felt different. You’d been here a week now with Mig at your side, so you were used to people staring, but this was different.

Everyone was staring and whispering, refusing to hide their overt voyeuristic curiosity. You found yourself clinging to Mig, as even he noticed it this time.

‘Why are they staring?’ you whispered up at him.

‘I… I’m, not sure’ he murmured.

You swallowed hard. You tried your best to be okay with the stares, the judgement, but this was awful. You felt yourself sinking.

With Mig at your side you hurried to meet with Peter, who you were supposed to be having lunch with. Thankfully you found him pretty quickly, his body slumped over a table with his phone pressed to his nose. He only noticed you when you prodded him in the foot.

‘HEY! Oh, shit, there you two are!’ Peter cried as he sat up.

‘Hey Peter’ you said. Your smile was exasperated but genuinely glad, while Mig’s was just pleased.

‘Oh you two! I gotta show you. We got the early ultrasound back! I took pictures’ he whisper-shouted with glee.

‘Uh—I mean, won’t it look like a… literal, nothing? It’s in black and white’ you noted. Peter shushed your soft rebuttal and continued to scroll for it.

‘No! No, you can see them. Lemme just—’

‘Hey.’

Peter paused as he was rudely interrupted. You all turned to see who’d spoken.

One of the younger spiders, presumably one in their early twenties, was standing behind Mig, their hand curiously raised. You could see their friends giggling a few steps back. Immediately you began to sink all over again. No, you thought, not this again, please.

‘Is it true that you plug them? Like, with that spider gunk? they asked.

Everyone fell silent, spare for the giggles in the back. You were cowering behind Mig, utterly mortified, but to your surprise it wasn’t even Mig who stepped up to defend you. It was Peter.

‘What kind of question is that?!’

Mig looked down at Peter with his mouth agape. It was clear the foolish man had been ready to deliver in the bluntest terms exactly what he did to you, but he’d been caught off guard by Peter’s bluntness.

‘No, really? What kind of question is that!’ he repeated. The younger spider looked slightly offput.

‘I was, just—’

‘No! No there is no I was just blah blah—no! My god—If someone came up and asked you about the weird shit you do in your bedroom, and I KNOW you do, because EVERYONE does, what would you say?! And how do you even know this, where did you hear it?!’

Peter was going full dad mode on the poor group, and it showed. They looked deeply uncomfortable at being called out, which was really the most perfect form of karma.

‘It—we didn’t, go looking, we just—heard it—’

‘Ohhh, oh right! Because that doesn’t sound like, you know, you ABSOLUTELY went looking for it!’ Peter scoffed. You heard a couple other spiders giggle. ‘Yanno what’s weirder than consensually dating a big spider? And—no offense guys, I love you, but you both know it’s weird—’

‘We know its weird’ you replied with a little more confidence.

‘Right! Anyway—so yanno what’s WAY weirder than that? Looking for details, WITHOUT consent, about the person dating the big spider! That’s SO much weirder, do you not see that?’ Peter exclaimed.

You could see the younger spider shuffling backward. They looked unbearably uncomfortable now.

‘Jesus, christ—we didn’t go looking for it!’ they said, unintentionally speaking far too loudly. Other people had heard it now, and as Peter had said, it sounded so much more suspicious.

At this point, in a panic, the group all fled.

‘My goodness… People are so weird about you two’ Peter said with a dramatic sigh. He slumped back into the booth, and with everyone’s eyes now averted, you joined him. ‘God, imagine trying to watch you two? What freaks’ he chuckled to himself. ‘Anyway, who wants to see the jellybean baby?!’

Up in his office, Miguel watched the entire conversation with a sullen face.

He was waiting for someone else to ask, for anyone to step in, but, they never did.

Peter’s overt talking down and casual acceptance of your relationship hadn’t tainted his reputation, it had only helped to lessen your own. Nobody wanted to question nor be cruel to the man who’d been through so much already. He was just too pathetic to be mean to, at least face to face, and now with a new baby on the way he was absolutely off limits.

And so long as he was off limits, so were you. You continued to eat with Mig in peace.

Miguel watched with disgust. God damn it.

Never mind though, he thought. That was only his first plan. He scratched it out and moved to the next.

… The second attempt …

The second attempt was a little more complicated. He was going to re-organise the support training and cause Mig to panic, thus failing you both and ensuring that you couldn’t continue within the society.

Miguel used his authority to add a new scenario on the second week of training: one in which a partner was grievously injured, and the other had to perform first aid under pressure.

He made sure that you would be the one on whom they simulated the injury. He even donated his hologram technology to re-create the wound, ensuring it was realistic.

He wanted it to be reminiscent of when Dana died. He wanted to spark that panic.

He knew it was cruel, but he didn’t know how else to remind Mig of what he was, of what he’d done. It felt like the only option he had.

On the day of training Miguel set himself up outside. He noted your glare as you and Mig entered, and he dismissed it just as quickly. He stood outside the door and watched through the windows as the seminar began.

As the spider leading went through their slides, slowly introducing the topic, he watched Mig’s face fall. He watched a million tiny micro-thoughts flash over his eyes, his soft smile turning into horror.

When the leading spider told the couples to disperse for practise, he saw Mig shaking. He saw you clutching his hands tight. He saw you arguing with the leader in hushes whispers, reading your lips to see that you were begging to do something else.

They didn’t back down. This was curriculum, they said. This was important.

You were forced to walk back and lie on the floor as Lyla prepared to simulate a stab wound on your side.

Miguel continued to watch from the shadows, ready to witness the breakdown.

But, it never came. You stepped in too quickly.

As Mig shook, as he trembled on the brink of panic, you broke character to hold his hand. You made him focus on your face. You held his spider paw and you told him over and over: it wasn’t his fault, he was safe, he was okay.

You continued to love his body without shame, without concern, even when the other couples looked over with that trademark morbid curiosity.

‘It’s okay’ you’d whispered, ‘it’s okay. I’m here. You’re doing great.’

You guided him through each step, forcing him to look at your face and not your body. You smiled even with the simulated pain. You were slow, patient, leading each and every move, and as Mig started to see the simulated wound patching his fears began to subside.

He was fixing it, and you weren’t afraid. You weren’t her.

You helped him patch the wound and lift your legs. You helped him pad the bleeding and safely remove the object. You helped him seal the wound with the cauteriser and finally call for backup to help, and all with his little spider paws in use.

It took you the longest out of all the couples to finish, but you did manage to finish within the given timeframe to not fail. Mig also wasn’t entirely unphased; despite managing to get through he was shaken, disturbed, and he had to sit in silence for a long while after.

But you sat with him. You sat at his side while he whimpered, with your hands on his fur and your head on his side, and when he was okay to move you immediately called off for the day and took him home. You went back to your nest with him to recuperate and relax in time for the next session, sure that you could complete it together.

Miguel left with his claws dug deep into his skull. He paced all the way back to his office.

One more go. One more try. He had to crack eventually.

… The third attempt…

The third attempt was pure panic. He was running out of time.

You and Mig were getting comfortable here. Eating lunch in the café where they’d built a bigger booth just for him, sitting with Peter in the rec rooms and watching stupid videos, talking about visiting his baby when it was born. It was sick.

He was acting so, normal. So, adjusted. They’d forgotten that he was a monster, so he had to remind them.

There was only one thing left to do. Miguel had to pit him against another monster for the first time. He had to psych him out.

While patrolling around the go home machine, Miguel located a single trapped anomaly at the end of the queue, one who was out of sight and out of mind; some rogue, petty little red symbiote, small and unwieldy. When he tapped on its light cage the thing sprang at his head and shrieked.

He pulled his watch up to check his cameras; sure enough, you and Mig were in the lobby.

Miguel felt himself sweating. He hated doing this, he really did. He just had to do it.

He breathed in deep, took one quick extra scan of the area, before carefully lowering the light cage around it. He let it free.

‘ANOMALY BREACH!’

He chased the symbiote through the lobby on all fours, constantly herding and scratching at its side. He wouldn’t dare let it hurt anyone else. He even dived in the way when it jumped as a passing Gwen, letting it pierce his suit until it sparked.

This wasn’t about them. He was still a good person. He just, had, to guide it.

He led it down to the lobby. He led it down to you and Mig.

‘So I’m not sure how I feel about having the door to the new den, like, ON the top, I feel like having it flatten out and then having the door on a sturdy base makes more sense?’

You were mindlessly blabbering to Mig about the extension you were both building to the nest, as you usually did, having sunk into a comfortable domesticity with him without even trying. Mig pondered that thought as you walked.

‘Mmm… My only worry would be, the flooding issue. I don’t want the entrance getting bogged down and un-usable, especially if you’re inside. If the wood is on top it would be better at keeping rain out of the bedroom.’

‘Hmm, maybe.’

It was nice to talk. It kept you distracted from the people everywhere, and the eyes constantly boring into your backs. You thought over the idea before opening your mouth once more.

‘It—’

‘LOOK OUT!’

Someone’s scream drew both of you to glance upward, only to be met by the sight of Miguel freefalling mid-battle with the red symbiote. You scrambled to get back.

‘Shit, SHIT HOW DID IT GET OUT?!’

‘ARAÑITA!’

Mig instinctively pushed you back with his legs, his body rearing upward. Miguel was leading it right towards him as the other spiders scattered and fled. Chaos fell on the usually quiet hub as their leader scrapped and clawed his way to escape.

‘Argh—get, BACK--!’

Miguel hissed and violently kicked the creature across the floor, conveniently throwing it right at Mig. You struggled to stand.

‘MIG!’

In that moment you felt the most unbearable fear. You watched the squirming creature writhe on the floor at a speed you could barely comprehend, throwing itself right at your beloved spider. You tried to reach his front but his spider leg was holding you out of harms way.

‘MIG—’

What happened next was a flash of red and black. Mig steadied, crouched and pounced in a second, easily grabbed the beast in his teeth. He used every hunting trick he had. With his forelegs he pinned and pierced the flesh, and with his teeth he subdued. He rolled with the monster, showing a disturbing amount of dexterity and speed for his size, and filled its gooey body with venom.

Just like when he’d caught the deer, his strength both terrified and awed you. It was over far too quickly.

His protective instincts were too strong. He would never let you get hurt.

The other spiders began to crowd around as Mig withdrew himself. His paralyzing venom had utterly ruined the little symbiote, and it was easy for someone else to trap it.

You noticed, as you panted and trembled, that they weren’t cowering away from Mig anymore. They seemed, surprised? Perhaps, grateful, even.

Miguel noticed the same thing. He watched his counterpart stand in surprise as a few spiders rushed forward to thank him, to comment on his speed and size. It wasn’t all of them, but, enough to be notable.

‘Holy shit how did you do that?!’

‘That was so fast!’

‘I didn’t know you could move so quickly. How much muscle is in a spider anyway?’

Bit by bit, question by question, Mig smiled. He smiled, and for once, it put them at ease.

Miguel felt his bruised and battered body slumping as he watched from the sidelines. He watched you run forward and jump into Mig’s arms, berating him for his stupid stunt. He watched the spiders view your relationship up close, seeing how Mig shyly apologized as you slapped his stomach.

He’d failed. Again.

… The fourth attempt ….

What was the fourth attempt?

Well, there was no fourth attempt, because you both passed. By the end of the month you and Mig had completed your de-escalation and support training, you’d filled out every useless bit of paperwork, and you’d been signed off by your therapist for good.

It was over. It was done. Mig was approved as a member of the society and received his own watch, and most importantly, your relationship was sanctioned.

You’d even begun to be accepted within the society. Mig would never be loved, but he could at least be ignored, and after word about his stunt with catching the symbiote had spread most spiders simply got over his presence. He didn’t have any new friends, but he was happy with you and with Peter.

Every attempt Miguel had made to kick you out had only succeeded in drawing you deeper. He’d failed.

Every day, he sank a little lower.

Every day, he grew a little angrier.

After all, you and Mig were sore winnings. For as many times as Miguel tried to bother you both, you weren’t exactly the most hospitable guests at the HQ.

You pushed his buttons too, just… in a slightly different way. In a more, private, personal way.

‘MM—fuck, careful—’

You clung tight to Mig’s fur in an attempt to bite down the lewd noises threatening to erupt from your throat.

You were hiding together in one of the larger maintenance closets in the HQ. The door was blocked with Mig’s thick webbing, keeping any curious spiders out, and you were stuck to the wall by the same webbing.

Your legs were around his hefty shoulders, and even with his body holding your weight they were shaking. Your suit had been pulled down and left at your ankles, binding them together. The air was hot, lurid. The tight little room was filled with the sound of rustling fur and subtle, wet little breaths.

In here it was just you and him, you and your Mig, and he was slathering you with his favourite kind of affection.

‘Mm…. mm, fuck—’

You looked down to admire his head as it nestled between your thighs. You watched his lips as they gently sucked at your clit. This, this was your kind of private time.

He was incredibly slow with his tongue. There was no urgency in his movements, no need to finish or leave. If he had his way, he’d never leave. He’d flick his tongue then suck, dragging the full, flat, wet muscle along every ridge and nerve he could find. The way it intelligently curled and lapped at you was unbearably.

‘Ahh- shh, fuck—so hard to be quiet—’

You could hear the wet little noises his mouth was making. The sucking, the moaning, the breathy schlop of his tongue as he licked. He was so warm. His spit was soaking you.

‘R-Right there, Mig, please—’

You sucked air in and pursed your own lips, forcing down another scream.

‘Mm… arañita…’ Mig obliged and followed your guidance. His tongue flicked at your clit then ran itself all the way down to your entrance then back up again, slippery and smooth, a sensation so sharp that you spasmed.

‘FF—MMM, MM—MHMHM—’

You slapped your hand over your mouth before you could scream out loud. Mig rustled his abdomen again; he was overjoyed to receive your silent praise. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep.

Mig had kept your panties on, merely shifting them to the side with his nose so he could get at what he craved beneath. He wouldn’t admit it, but you knew he had a fetish for smelling them. It was perhaps the one thing he was too ashamed to not blurt.

You didn’t mind; honestly, it was cute. His eyes would dilate and his very back abdomen would shake like a rattle snake whenever he smelled them.

‘Good—good boy, t-that’s it—’

You shakily stroked his head as he moaned. His hair was thick between your fingers. You pulled it, lightly, and he rustled a little more.

‘Mm—’

His paws came up to find you, his long legs extending until those fluffy pads could grope at your hips and thighs. You could see that his eyes had glazed over. The potent aphrodisiac of your soaked panties was enough to sustain him for the rest of the day, even if you didn’t touch him. That was all he needed.

You watched him sneakily lick at them, coyly tasting the wet fabric before tasting you again. He was whining pathetically.

‘Good boy’ you whispered, ‘good, good boy—mm, fuck—feels so good, such a good fucking boy—’

His whines got louder. He was licking harder, his tongue drifting down to lap at your cunt. You knew he wanted more. He wanted in.

‘Y-Yes—fuck me Mig, please—’

He pushed his tongue right up inside you, eagerly flicking it from side to side. You gushed over his lips.

‘Fuck me, please—fuck me—such a fucking good boy, my good boy—’

His paws were tapping furiously at this point. He was lightheaded with joy. He shoved his strong, sharp nose right into your panties and breathed in deep.

‘Wanna—cum for you, please—’ you whined.

With a soft grunt Mig withdrew and forced his lips back onto your clit, sucking furiously to get what he so badly craved. With your hand once again covering your mouth, you orgasmed on his face.

Your body shook, your muffled moans filling the little closet alongside his happy little purrs. He rustled with absolute ecstasy as your slick covered his tongue. When you finally slumped you were sweating.

‘Ah… thank you, thank you. I-I swear to god, your mouth is- heaven’ you panted. Mig purred as he lowered you down. Soon his chiselled cheek was on your own, nestling in close as you calmed yourself.

‘My sweet arañita’ he whispered. ‘I should be thanking you.’

‘You idiot’ you affectionately chided. ‘I didn’t do anything for you.’

‘You did more than enough’ he insisted. ‘More than enough. Any, chance to relieve myself, I am more than grateful for. I appreciate you indulging my needs.’

You leaned in close and bumped your forehead to his. As you giggled, he groaned. You took a moment just to breathe together, your lips brushing but not kissing,

‘Did I smell good?’ you whispered. He chuckled at that.

‘They smelled—divine, mi arañita.’

‘You pervert’ you teased. His eyes creased.

‘You’re so mean, arañita. I’m simply doing what’s natural.’

You raised your brows, clearly questioning such a statement, and slowly Mig’s expression changed. You caught his eyes glowering as he moved in closer to kiss your jaw. ‘You, little thing, are the one naked in the closet right now.’

A pleasurable shudder went down from your loins to your toes, one that Mig clearly felt. He grinned to himself.

‘Mig’ you whispered.

‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered back.

You pulled his head back and wrapped your lips around his. ‘Mm—mm—’

‘OUT!’

The sudden yell from outside caused you both to jump, as did the sudden rapid pounding on the locked door.

‘Shit—shit, is that him?!’ you hissed. Mig nodded.

In a silent panic Mig dropped you to the floor. You yanked on your suit while Mig rubbed his jaw and lips on the back of his hand, trying his best to cover your scent.

When you threw open the closet door you were met by Miguel, his body tensed and frozen mid-way through a second violent knock. He glared down at you with those cold red eyes.

‘What are you doing?’ Miguel snapped.

You and Mig glanced at each other.

‘Ah- well—’ You fumbled your excuse, foolishly, because you couldn’t stop giggling. You’d gotten too comfortable with your position now, and in contrast to your previous fear, you just couldn’t stop laughing at how angry he looked. ‘I um- was just, recovering’ you stammered.

Miguel’s eyes glanced you up and down. ‘Why are your legs shaking?’ he asked coldly. You blanched as he pointed one claw at your hips, highlighting the way your knees were trembling.

‘Ah… I was, well—’

‘They were training with me’ Mig said, quickly stepping in to save you. ‘Mi arañita pulled a muscle while were in the sparring room, and I didn’t want to make a spectacle of them. I came in here so they could recover in peace.’

‘Really?’ Miguel said incredulously. ‘Really? You want me to believe that?’

‘Yes’ Mig replied curtly.

‘You can see it, on the camera’s, actually’ you added. ‘If you check the cameras in the uh- sparring room, you’ll see us.’

You conveniently left out that, yes, you had been training with Mig, but you hadn’t left because you pulled a muscle, you’d left because the thrill of constantly pinning each other down had become too much to bear.

Miguel sneered down at you.

You knew he knew the truth. You knew he could smell the subtle little hints of your slick on Mig’s wet hand, that he could smell what you’d done, but he couldn’t admit that out loud when there were other spiders watching. It was too embarrassing.

You’d bested him again.

‘Fine. Be more careful in the future, I can’t have people getting stupid, pointless injuries on my base’ Miguel snapped.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it sir’ you replied with a smug salute.

He wanted to punish you. He wanted so, so badly to be in control again, but how? He had no resources. With a soft grunt Miguel turned, and he left. He left you both behind and returned to his office alone.

As he crawled up to his desk, he involuntarily kicked it, easily denting the hard metal.

They’d all failed. This slimy monster had gotten away from him again. This wolf in sheep’s clothing, this reflection of all his own internal fears and mistakes, he was free. He was happy.

How could he be happy?

‘Miguel!’

The sound of someone calling his name made him freeze. Shit, he thought, someone was here. He grunted and phased his mask on before turning, hoping that it would cover the rage on his face. ‘What?’

There was a small, rookie spider standing beneath his desk, their hands full with holograms. They awkwardly called up again. ‘We’ve got an anomaly in uh… shit, E-458’ the man called up.

Miguel physically perked up when he heard that specific series of numbers.

‘The… huh. Huh.’

He pulled up footage of said universe and filled his entire desktop with it, the bright orange glow reflecting off his face.

He knew this universe. It was a dangerous one, an apocalyptic world overtaken by sentient plants. One where the plants released a potent aphrodisiac that saturated the air, forcing anyone who went there to wear a heavy suit for protection.

‘We had another breakout, one of the guys awaiting the go-home machine escaped through a portal and is hiding out there. We’ve got suits on standby, but we need to send someone.’

‘Right. Of course’ Miguel murmured. To the smaller spider it sounded like a confident response, but it wasn’t meant for him. It was meant for Miguel. It was a soft, private little affirmation. Of course. The fourth attempt.

‘Right. Send these two, this’ll be their first mission’ Miguel barked. He tapped his watch to input the codes of the two he wanted, and then physically flicked his hand as if throwing the data at the other spider. He heard the man scoff as they appeared on his own watch.

‘Th—Sir are you sure?’

Yours and Mig’s gleeful faces peered back at him, your features lightly distorted by the holograms hexagonal structure. When Mig had been granted his new watch he’d been asked to take an official photo, and as a small act of rebellion you’d both taken your pictures together.

You were both listed as Miguel’s desired spiders to be sent on this mission.

‘They- didn’t he only just pass?’ the man asked when Miguel didn’t respond.

When Miguel spoke he kept his voice low and calm, but behind the man’s back, he was smiling. If you wanted to be horny idiots, fine. He’d play your game. He’d let you be as stupid as you wanted.

‘Oh, yes. I’m sure. They’ve proven themselves capable. Send them out.’

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diazsdimples · 24 days

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Fave Lines Game!

rules: share your favourite lines or paragraph you've written from one of your fics, posted or wip.

Tagged by @neverevan and @bidisasterevankinard, and thought this was a cool idea!!! We all need a little positivity and hyping up in our lives, and this is a nice change compared to this anon I answered lmao.

Sharing a section from In a drought I'll give you water cause ngl I've never been funnier than in this fic.

Eddie’s not an idiot. He was a teenaged boy once and by extension is very familiar with what dried come looks like (although his was usually in socks, not underwear). It’s more just what it’s doing in Buck’s underwear that’s got him so confused. Because Buck can’t – he’s not – surely he’s not – Eddie stands in front of the clothesline with Buck’s come-stained underwear clutched to his chest, and decides that it’s lovely weather for an existential crisis.

And also this section from You've got me whipped (Brat!Buck) cause why not!

By serious words, Eddie means he’ll have to tie Buck down and whip him with their trusty riding crop, until Buck’s shaking with need and begging Eddie to let him come, promising Eddie that he’ll be a good boy and will never do anything like that again, but he’s not sure he can say that in front of Hen. It might give her the wrong idea. Hen pats his back, looking just like a long-suffering wife who’s had to listen to her husband lament about whoever’s winning the football for 40 years, and has finally decided that she’s going to pack her bags and move to the Bahamas. “I’m sure he’ll get the idea by the time Bobby’s finished with him.” As if on cue, the sound of a door slamming echoes through the station, and Buck traipses up the stairs, his hands shoved in his pockets and looking like a kicked puppy with his lips turned down in an adorable pout. Not exactly the look of a man who’s remorseful for having nearly gotten himself killed, but Eddie has something else planned for that.

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skyward-floored · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 22: Glass shard, “Watch out!”

Folks I’m ngl, this one is very intense. The first bit is the worst, but the end is kinda creepy too, and overall it’s just bad times, so uh, you know. There’s your warning. Per usual, if you think this needs more warnings, please tell me :)

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Warnings: see above, canonical character death (...sort of) blood, significant injury, brief mention of vomit, and creepy vibes

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Somehow he knows it’s over.

His breath is coming short in his chest, blood dripping through his fingers as he tries to hold it in from too many injuries to count. The Master Sword was knocked from his grip ages ago, and he’s not sure what happened to his shield.

Something moves in the corner of his eyes, but there’s blood on his forehead and he moves too slow, Navi’s chime frantic in his ears.

“Watch out!” she shrieks, but Link can’t move fast enough, can barely breathe anymore, and when the huge sword cleaves his chest, he knows it is over.

He doesn’t know if it’s him or Navi who screams, or Zelda maybe, wherever she is. All he’s really aware of is the white hot agony ripping into him, the yellow eyes that stare into his, Ganon’s face upturning in a wild grin when he realizes what he’s accomplished.

A bellowing laugh of victory blots out any other noise, any cry Link might make as Ganon raises him into the air, still impaled on his weapon. His vision goes white at the edges as Ganon lets him hang there, and he knows he screams when the blade is ripped from his chest, dropping him to the ground with a sickening noise.

There’s a desperate wail he thinks comes from Navi, but all there is is light and sound and shattered glass beneath his broken body, only spilling more of his blood onto the floor.

You failed, his mind whispers, even as his eyes flicker and Navi wails again. You failed.

Something warm is spilling from his mouth, his chest, pooling rapidly beneath him. There is a new voice now, shouting something that makes bright lights appear in the edges of his vision, and he tries to turn to them, but can’t.

Zelda, his mind whispers. Trying to fix your mistakes.

He closes his eyes, grief and shame and horrific pain so intense that he can’t handle the weight of them. Something in his chest moves when he breathes, something that’s not supposed to, and it joins the rest of the agony pounding through him, breaking him into pieces like the shattered glass beneath him.

He wants to go home.

A cough bubbles out of his chest, something thick on his tongue, and wings suddenly brush his face.

“Link,” Navi sobs as she nearly falls onto his cheek, clutching at him with tiny hands, “Link no, I’m so sorry, I was s-supposed to protect you—”

Link lets out a sound somewhere between a cough and a sob, and Navi cries, her tears falling to his cheek like glowing snowflakes. He wants to reassure her, gently cup her in his palm, but he knows it’s the end.

Nothing can save him now.

Zelda’s voice sounds choked as it echoes along with six others, almost like she’s holding back tears. Ganon suddenly screams, and Link feels the tiniest wave of hope as his senses desert him, his ruined body failing.

He hopes that Zelda and the sages will take care of Ganon, that they’ll stop him, seal him, won’t let him destroy the kingdom more than Link has already allowed him to.

But he’ll never know for sure.

Link takes in one last gurgling breath, blood almost stopping him from breathing his last. Navi holds him tighter, and Link exhales, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth as his body falls still.

His fairy’s sob is the last thing he hears as his world disappears into nothing but velvety darkness.

—And Time bolts upright with a choked off scream before he even fully realizes what’s happening.

Images swirl in his head with such dizzying clarity he can’t focus on any of them. Blood and weapons, blue and yellow, stairs and music and the booming laugh that haunted his nightmares as a child—

Time clutches his chest, gasping in a shaking breath. He feels sick, horribly sick, phantom pain slicing into his stomach, terror sinking its freezing claws into him. Sweat pours down his face as the laugh echoes in his ears again, a shrill scream, and he tries desperately to reassure himself it wasn’t real.

That’s not how his fight against Ganon had happened. It wasn’t, he was fine, but his heart was pounding and his lungs were still straining like they couldn’t get in enough air—

(A trident, ripping through his chest, choking on blood, too much, too much—)

Time gags, and someone’s hand lands on his shoulder as he vomits into the grass, holding him steady while they wait for him to stop.

He finally catches his breath, head spinning, stomach still unsettled. The emotions from the dream sharply linger, failure and hopelessness and a fear so intense that Time is nearly sick again. The hand on his shoulder squeezes, and he finally looks up, meeting Warriors’ worried blue eyes.

The captain doesn’t say anything at first. But he hands Time a cloth to wipe his face, and steadies him when he gets to his feet, legs still trembling.

Warriors leads him to the fire, and Time sits down, forcing the shaking in his body to still. But it’s impossible, not when he can still hear Navi’s shriek ringing in his ears, feel blood pouring down his chin. Ganon’s triumphant laugh booms in his ears for the third time, and Time hunches down in his seat, mind unwillingly going through every single detail of the dream.

Just like he has for the past half a week.

The detail of the dream has increased each time he’s had it, but tonight’s was the worst yet. Time clutches at his forehead as his head pounds, and lightly rubs the bridge of his nose.

Nightmares rarely effect him to such a degree, but this... this time it had felt real.

What’s happening to me?

Warriors sits next to him without a word moments later, holding a water skin. A scarf settles around his shoulders, and Time nearly gives in to the childish desire to bury his face in it, hands still shaking.

“Time, are you... well?” Warriors asks finally, his voice gentle and worried.

Time sips the water he’s been given to give himself more time to reply, and lowers the skin with a quiet swallow.

“It’s not a sickness,” he croaks finally, hating how shaky the words come out. “I know it’s not. It’s...”

(Navi crying, Ganon’s roar, the rich tones of an organ as tears fall down his cheeks—)

He shudders.

“It’s the same dream. Every night,” he whispers. “Exactly the same, only they’re getting... worse. More real.”

He doesn’t explain what happens in the dream, but Warriors doesn’t push, instead staying silent as he thinks for a moment.

“Every night?” he asks finally, voice soft and worried.

“Tonight was the fourth in a row.”

Warriors goes silent again, the crease on his forehead deepening.

“Something must be going on,” he says finally, firelight shimmering off of the embroidery on his scarf. “Things like this... they’re very rarely a coincidence.”

“I know,” Time whispers, voice still terribly small. “This... this isn’t natural.”

“Could this be the work of the enemy?” Warriors muses, staring at the fire. “A spell? A curse?”

Time shakes his head, feeling at a loss. He knows the feel of curses, and the dreams don’t feel like that. They have more of a... heft to them, like anticipation before a battle, or the pressure before a rainstorm.

They feel more like the nightmares he had as a child, visions of Ganondorf’s attack, leading up to the day he left the forest. There’s a weight to these dreams, one that boasts of nothing good in store for their group.

But Time doesn’t voice any of this. Warriors doesn’t need yet another thing to stress about.

And besides, perhaps I’m wrong.

So instead of saying anything further, Time silently rests his head on his brother’s shoulder, scarf still warming his arms, and listens to the sound of his breathing, steady and strong.

He misses the look Warriors gives him, and at some point, falls back asleep, a hand carding through his hair.

(...)

The dreams don’t stop, their violence and clarity only getting more intense.

The others are aware something is wrong now, Time waking them all up with a bloodcurdling scream the very next night. They discuss ideas, but nobody has a clue what’s going on, what’s affecting him so deeply. Time sees several of them having conversations out of his earshot that day, furtive glances cast his direction, but he pretends he doesn’t notice.

If they want to talk about him behind his back, so be it.

They all generally give him space at night, but with the repeated nightmares, now his boys have take to sleeping much closer. And when Time wakes up heaving for breath, someone is inevitably there to calm him down.

After a week goes by with no relief, Time admits to Warriors and Twilight, quietly, what his nightmare consists of, in hopes it will aid in solving this. All it really does is make Warriors’ face twice as concerned when he wakes him from a nightmare, and Twilight’s eyes hold a nervousness when he looks at him now, like he’s afraid his dream might suddenly become reality.

Time debates not sleeping to escape the nightmare as it continues to plague him. He’s barely getting any rest anyway, he might as well skip sleep entirely.

He’s had plenty of practice, after all.

But after three nights of no rest, the others put a stop to it, several of them nearly shouting at him they’re so worried. Time nearly yells back, but he stops himself at the last moment, weariness settling upon him.

He does want to sleep. Desperately. But he can’t so much as close his eyes without the nightmare creeping up on him, blood and screams and pain pain pain—

Staying awake is almost more restful.

The others gang up on him that night though, and bury him in a pile of limbs and blankets, Wind settling himself right by his head. Time falls asleep feeling hopeful for once, but he still wakes up with a scream later that night, and Wind ends up calming him down as he tries not to sob.

He feels even worse after that (it’s not Wind’s job to comfort him, it should never be—), and pointedly moves himself away from the others at night, in hopes they’ll get the hint.

They don’t, really. In fact, they pointedly ignore it and continue to sleep by him, even when he wakes up thrashing and sick and nearly gives Hyrule a black eye one night with how frantically he’s moving.

He knows they only want to help, but he only feels like more and more of a problem.

They go through a portal and end up in Legend’s era, and Time wonders if the nightmares will stop with the changing of location. But if anything they get even worse, starting earlier in the fight, each slice in his skin burning when he wakes. He’s barely sleeping now, the shadows under his eyes nearly as obvious as the tattoos on his face.

No matter what he does, he can’t seem to break the grip of the nightmare, and he’s becoming a liability, slow in traveling, clumsy in fighting. They try everything to help him, healing, potions, magic— they even visit a doctor in a town they stop at, but he can’t tell them anything they don’t already know.

Time even writes to Malon about them, desperate to get his thoughts out to someone who understands, but he folds it up and doesn’t send the letter in the end, finding himself veering into questions even he doesn’t want answers to.

Has it finally been too much? All of what’s happened to me? he wonders as he tries his hardest not to cry in Warriors’ arms one night after the nightmare.

Am I going insane?

With the amount of sleep he’s been getting as of late, he wouldn’t even be surprised.

They make tracks for Legend’s house, hopeful that a real bed for Time to sleep in will help somehow. Legend also has a vast amount of magic objects and items, and he seems hopeful that at least a few have a chance of helping him.

And if not... well, perhaps the Zelda of this time will have some ideas.

But the night before they’re set to reach Legend’s house, weeks— has it truly been weeks? A month?— after the nightmares start, something finally changes.

Ganon stabs him and he breathes his last, Navi sobbing as Zelda and the sages desperately seal the beast away. He fades into darkness, simultaneously light and heavy, warm and cold, and knows without a shadow of a doubt that he’s dead.

But the dream flickers here.

It’s as if an impossible amount of time goes by, and yet equally mere seconds, and the darkness falls over him again.

It seems to last for an eternity, wrapped around him, coating him in its hold as it intensifies, and suddenly Time is aware this is a dream, and snaps to sharp attention, looking around at the void.

It’s pure black, deeper even than the night sky, and Time feels his heart speed up at the suffocating thickness of it.

He’s not injured anymore. In fact, he’s himself, not the version of him that fought Ganon all those years ago, and Time stares, looking frantically around at the void.

Why hasn’t he woken up? Why is he aware, for once, that this is merely a dream?

Why is it continuing?

He doesn’t have long to ponder this, as the darkness parts eventually to show a room, stone walls, stone floor. Time has only just begun to study it when a noise hits his ears and he turns, watching in horror as a body falls to the ground, bloodied and broken.

Something moves out of the shadows and grabs the body’s face, and Time squints, trying to make out both the body and the figure shrouded in darkness.

But he can’t make out any features, the room too dark, dream too uncertain and wavering. Time feels something tense inside of him as he makes out the three gouges that mar the body’s chest, and tries even harder to see the other figure as well.

All he can make out are robes swishing over feet, in a color almost as dark as the room.

The figure studying the body finally lets out a quiet chuckle, leaning back as a hand caresses a chin.

“Oh I’ve waited a long time for this,” the figure hisses in a voice that seems as if it could be familiar, and drops the head none too gently, blood still spilling to the floor.

Darkness suddenly snakes from the figure and trickles towards the body, thick and unnatural. Time has the urge to grab the body and pull it out of the way, but he’s unable to do anything but watch in horror and disgust as the darkness reaches the body, wrapping around it like only tentacles, holding it tight. It seeps into the countless wounds, and the figure lets out a laugh as the body gives a full-body shudder.

The figure straightens suddenly, standing up from where it had kneeled beside the previously very much dead body. Something moves by the figure’s face, and suddenly it falls to the ground, robes rippling as it collapses onto the floor with a very, very faint moan.

But whatever had moved by the face stays up, floating somehow, and bobbing very faintly up and down.

Time feels the slow horror he’d been experiencing suddenly increase, familiarity freezing him like a blast from an ice rod at the sight of the dark shape floating in front of him.

He knows what it is. He’s sure he does, but his mind won’t even let him entertain it.

It can’t be.

The hovering shape turns slowly to the bloody body on the ground, then floats almost leisurely towards it, watching as the tendrils of darkness continue to weave through and around it. The body gives another shudder, and the thing suddenly slips down and latches on to the body’s face.

Time can only watch in horror as the body’s back arches, like it’s trying to fight back, even just a little, but then it goes unnaturally still again.

Then it sits up almost calmly, facing away from Time as it looks at its hands and feet. The body gets to its feet then, shuddering slightly as more blood drips off of it and falls to the floor.

Time wants to look away, but he can’t, all he can do is continue to watch in absolute horror as the body straightens, dusting off its ragged tunic, brushing a hand entwined with darkness over the injuries gouged in its chest.

“I’ve always wondered what this body would be like,” a voice muses, even more terrifyingly familiar, and Time sees a flicker of yellowy-orange eyes. “And now I’ve finally got my chance. How fun.”

The yellow eyes turn and stare directly at him, framed by a heart-shaped mask.

“Isn’t that right, Hero of Time?”

And the dream shatters, Time jerking awake with a name and a scream on his lips.

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atheliasnotebook · 1 year

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Hello! For the anniversary event, can I request Tighnari + 8? (either 🌶 or not, whatever you prefer!) thank you❤️

what happens in the lab, stays in the lab

teacher's assistant!tighnari (kinda subby ngl) x gender neutral reader smut (teyvat metro)

please read at your own discretion.

warnings/tags: one biblical reference, exhibitionism

author's note: i literally am sobbing of joy because you picked my favorite prompt + my favorite character

intertwining his soft lips with yours, you slowly press tighnari against the black countertops that doubled as desks in the dimly-washed light of a classroom. oh, lord, how he yearned for your touch as he desperately shifted and squeezed his thighs around the leg you had between his thighs. his wrists grip the edge of the counter, almost knocking over a small rack that holds empty glass test tubes.

he moans out, pulling away to gasp for a shaky breath of air through cloudy eyes of jaded ecstasy. with a chuckle, you caress and cup the sides of his face, experiencing the silky softness of his cheeks as you dive back in to amalgamate your lips with his slightly chapped ones. whimpering, his ears fold lazily over your hands as he continues to clutch the edges of the lab furniture, moaning instead of projecting words (like he wants to).

after pulling away from the motion of your passionate making out, he buries his head into your shoulder. you feel his tail wrap around you, and his ears tickle and brush against the side of your neck.

"hmnn... p-please... just give me another moment to clean up the lab—hah~!—what if someone comes... back..." he groans, uncontrollably spasming around your body, panting like an animal in heat.

why care? why should you? he’s the one who offered to tutor you. you recall at first, him placing his hands tentatively on his hip and chin, pondering the question of "how should he be repaid?" and with a rather obscene reply, he responded with "your smile, and maybe..."

"a little something more," he whispered in your ear, emitting a sensual torrid of chuckles accompanied by a wistful breath on the most sensitive parts of your body.

"nobody forgets anything in here, you're just making up excuses," you tease, shifting, feeling, and seeing the fruits of your "labor"—that, being the pitched tent that you have created within his black trousers.

and watching the furs of his ears stand at attention, you slip your fingers carefully under the band of his pantsline and undergarments, watching as your dear tutor melts in your grasp. just like how eve had eaten the forbidden fruit, you indulge in such a guilty, forbidden, taboo pleasure, ignorant of the consequences that might come to chase an addictive high in the midst of an intoxicating atmosphere.

interested in my 1 year anniversary event? head to the event landing page to learn more and feel free to request! interested in reading another part of this piece? request it!

#tighnari smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #tighnari x gn reader #tighnari x reader #athi.1year

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dnphobe · 3 months

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Looking at how they've presented themselves over time is always interesting. I think the queer experience of slowly questioning societal and gender norms (and gender, in many cases) is something I recognize in them. Im also curious how Phil's journey is different because he was out to his close ones for a lot longer, and it feels like Dan has more fun shouting about being gay because of the trauma that he associated with the label. I loved seeing their support of queer identities even when they were publicly closeted. It's nice that, even if they weren't comfortable being out, they wanted everyone to know they were a safe space

i agree! the different ways they've presented themselves to us over the years is one of my favourite topics to talk about tbh!

dan's journey wrt to gender presentation and how he feels about gender (not gonna theorise on how he identifies bc what do i know, but to quote him he's fine with being viewed as a man but also not offended if people use pronouns/gendered terms outside of that to refer to him) is interesting because he's said he's always been "flamboyant" but tried to hide that in his youtube career for a long time, and he's gone from saying "i can't do it i'm just such a boy" about painting his nails to having them painted more often than not, but also in day in the life of manchester he said he sometimes wishes he was a girl when looking at 'women's clothing', so it's clearly something he's felt for a long time.

i don't think phil necessarily feels the same pull to be gender non-conforming, but it is also something he's struggled with doing (in one of the stereo shows, when talking about the maid dress he wore in VPMO 2, he said that while it was a cheap joke outfit, a few years ago he would not have felt comfortable wearing a dress at all) so that might be something he's still working toward being comfortable with, but at the same time he's never felt shame about telling us things like he likes using raspberry scented body wash or that he does skin care (while when phil mentioned doing skin care dan was clutched by toxic masculinity saying "don't do- i mean that's fine!"

agree with dan having more fun shouting about being gay because of the trauma and i'm so glad he's reached where he is now! phil...i think for a long time he thought he didn't NEED to shout about being gay, especially because like you said he was out to a few people for longer. but i think it's something he realised he DID want to do after coming out to us. as he said in his coming out one year later video he didn't realise how much of himself he was holding back from us by not being out and it feels like a weight off his shoulders now. i think they both love being gay and shouting about being gay and celebrating that with us and im so proud of phil too <3 i actually have a hot take which is i think if it wasn't for dan's coming out he might have never fully come out to us, not just in a "if dan never had he never would have" way, but in a "if he and dan never met he wouldn't have" way, because he IS a private person and didn't think he was missing out on anything.

i am always so glad they made sure we knew they were accepting of us even if they weren't ready to be out. ngl it got kind of rough in like 2012 for me when dan was so adamantly against people thinking he was gay my own internalised homophobia brain went "does he hate gay people?" but that's on me, not him, or more accurately on BOTH of our internalised homophobia situations lmao. but yeah they've always been so sweet about their queer and trans fans, and one thing i personally appreciate so much is how they will use they/them for any fan they don't know the gender of no matter what their name/appearance/voice would make other people assume their gender to be! i feel so safe with them, and im gonna add this bc im still sappy after this weekend, so safe with phannies too <3 i think phannies queer identities and dnp's queer identities have ALWAYS flowed into each other and both sides of the parasocial line have made the other side feel safe and grow into their identities and helped them accept and appreciate other people's identities.

#asks

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citadelsanchez · 2 years

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Hey there

May I request a rick × a female short-tempered reader whose soft and kind, only with him and for him?

Thank you so much~

Heyoo. Ngl, I wrote this half asleep tbh and my brain would not give me any better ideas so I hope it's decent haha. Enjoy (:

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"I swear to Goddddd" you seethe, gritting your teeth and clutching the steering wheel.

You'd been stuck in traffic for a ridiculous amount of time, which was adding onto your anger from the hours before. There wasn't anything in particular that ruined your day, just the usual routine of rude customers at work, your one (and honestly only) friend pushing your buttons, and now shitty drivers making the way home insufferable.

Your almost-relationship also hasn't responded to your texts in 3 hours, which secretly made you want to scream although you'd never let it be known. He thrives off of your annoyance, there's no room for emotional vulnerability slips.

Which most people don't seem to expect from you anyway.

"You need to work on your friendliness," your manager quipped at you earlier. "Your happy tone is there but your face just looks flat and unamused constantly."

You'd just bit your tongue and refrained from saying that it's already a massive effort to keep from strangling most of those that come in everyday.

"Uh-huh, sure. So can I come over later when I get off?" You'd texted Rick, your aforementioned almost-relationship. You call it that because you've been seeing each other for a couple of months, but haven't put any labels on anything. They weren't really his thing; you guessed it came with the territory of being insanely intelligent. Nothing needed to be explained in his eyes.

You felt like the text came off as clingy, and assumed that it's why he didn't text back, which only made you feel worse. But oh, if you would have asked to sit on his cock, he would've texted back at the speed of light. Such an asshole.

You pull into your driveway now, getting out and slamming the car door. A nosy neighbor was on the sidewalk across from your house, mindlessly staring at you and the display of irritability.

You put your hands together to mimic a camera and pretend to click the top.

"Take a fucking picture, yeah?" You say and head inside. You don't mean to be so volatile and hot-headed, but in your humble defense, people truly drag it out of you.

You go into your bedroom and sigh, flinging your work clothes off to slip into casual pajamas and flop down on your bed.

"D-damn babe, judging by the way you toOOOK those clothes off, I'm assuming it wasn't a g-good day at work?" A voice says, making you screech as you had your eyes closed.

You look around the room to see Rick, stood in front of your closet, half smirking with portal gun in hand.

"Rick- fuck, don't scare me like that you massive cunt," you breathe out. You've told him that you're not a huge fan of him portaling into your personal space at random. But Rick being Rick, you might as well have been talking to the wall.

"T-tell me how it went, Ms. Grumps," he responds, walking over to sit on the bed with you. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as his scent fills your nose and the warmth of his body radiates beside you.

You bite your lip and look down, embarrassed at how often your rage consumes you. You also don't want him to notice that your body seems to naturally detox when he's around.

"Um, ya know, just the usual stuff. Which you would know if you had texted me back," you replied, a hint of both hurt and playfulness in your voice.

He stares at you for a second before he gently puts his hand on top of yours and clears his throat.

"Yeah I-I'm sorry about that, M-Morty and I got caught up on Flarbellion chasing t-these Robobros. Almost took my fucking h-hand" Rick says.

"Uh huh, I'm sure. I just missed you" you mumble, still feeling a little upset and being unable to hide it.

"Come on d-don't be whiney, I'm- your knight in shining armor is here now," he smirks again, leaning in to move a strand of hair out of your face and put a hand on your thigh.

Your breath hitches a little and your heart starts beating rapidly. You're used to being around him and being in him but these sweet actions- they're small and rare all the same.

Rick shifts to sit behind you and starts running both hands through your hair now, one massaging your scalp slowly and the other petting it gently. You moan slightly in ecstasy from the feeling and lean back into him.

"Rick, that feeels so good."

After a minute or two you turn around and wrap your arms around him sheepishly. "Thank you, Rick. I can return the favor if you'd like."

"Th-that's okay hun, just wanted to help. I-I've got some favors you could return instead though." He says, his voice suggestive and grin as evident as ever.

"Shut up, you're the worst. And the best," you admit, realizing that in just a few minutes time he'd made all your stresses melt away completely. It happens every time.

"D-don't I know it, sweet girl," he smiles down at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

#rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty season 6 #rick sanchez x oc #morty smith

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rachelsfav-queer · 6 months

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Canceled Plans

An event Wednesday’s been looking forward to for weeks is canceled. The little raven is devastated.

A/N: ngl, this one’s inspired very loosely by something that just happened to me so, it might be a little angsty and sorta ooc so forgive me lol I’m big sad rn

It was just awful. They’ve had this trip planned for weeks and it had to be canceled last second due to a freak rainstorm that caused the streets to flood. And to say Wednesday is upset is an understatement.

“BUT MOMMY!! I wanna go on the roller coasters!! IT’S NOT FAIR!”

“I know, little raven. Mommy’s sorry, but there’s a lot of flooding. It’s not safe for us to drive.”

“How about this, baby bird? We can go watch your favorite show and we’ll even have some hot chocolate! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“NO!!”

The seer shouted before running up to her room and slamming the door shut. Wednesday spent the next ten minutes in her room throwing an all out tantrum, laying on the floor, kicking and screaming, sobbing out of control at the sudden change of schedule.

Little Raven tried her best to console the girl, but it was useless at that point, the only way Wednesday was going to calm down was to let all her feelings out, which Enid and Yoko knew and so they waited until they could hear the raven settle down before going upstairs. Enid knocked on her door gently.

“Wednesday, baby girl? It’s Mommy and Daddy. Can we come in please?”

They received no response but heard the door unlock before footsteps rushed around inside the room, presumably to the tent in the corner. The wolf and vampire enter the room, taking a moment to let their eyes adjust to the darkness.

When their eyes land on their baby, their hearts break. Wednesday is sitting tucked up inside her tent, clutching little Raven tightly, with tears flowing freely down her face, tiny sniffles escaping the girl. Her body’s shaking as she looks up at her caregivers.

The two approach Wednesday and sit either side of her. A moment passes before Wednesday whimpers quietly.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you Mommy.”

Enid coos, wrapping her arms around the seer, Yoko following suit.

“Oh my sweetest little raven. Thank you for apologizing. You’re okay now though. Mommy’s not upset. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Wednesday nods slowly in the embrace of the two taller women, melting softly into the unequaled feeling of safety they’re always able to offer.

“We know you’re upset, baby bird. We were looking forward to today as well. Buuut, just because we can’t go out, doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, right?”

Wednesday perks up a little at her Daddy’s suggestion, curious what she means.

“Like what, Daddy?”

“Well, there’s plenty of things we can do inside! Like, some games, perhaps Hide n’ Seek?”

Wednesday really gets excited by the proposition and immediately looks to her Mommy for approval.

“Can we Mommy? Can we, can we?!?”

Enid sighs in faux reluctance.

“Well, I suppose, as long as I get to seek first!”

And so the trio spends the whole day together playing all sorts of games. They may not have been able to have the day they thought they would, but the day they have ends up being so much more fun because they spend it together. And the memories they make last their whole lives.

End <3

#my writing #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #agere wednesday #sfw littlespace #age regression

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reanbowful · 1 year

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“something on my face?”

if you catch them staring at you

(donald, ben, jake, gerard, wolf, teddy, jimmy)

donald na / na baekjin

“Donald Na.”

Winning an award was more or less nothing short of an average Tuesday for Donald.

He walked over to the podium but almost stopped in his tracks when another name was called out.

“This year, we have two gold medalist due to both participants achieving the same perfect score.”

You walked over to the podium with confident steps, a bright smile plastered on your face.

Donald hadn’t realized that he had actually stopped in his tracks when you glanced back at him from the top of the podium.

Exchanging glances with the teacher in front of you, you gestured for him to come up.

One awkward moment later, the two of you received your awards. Donald not taking his eyes off of you for longer than he has to bow.

“Hey.”

You turned towards him, clutching the award tight in your hand.

“Next time, only one of us will receive the award.”

“Well, if it’s not me it’s you right?”

As you left the school grounds, Donald smiled to himself. He might just found a new playmate.

ben park / park humin

Now we all know that Ben ain’t slick.

It will be at a school festival at your school that promotes free food if you can finish them in under 60 seconds.

Ben who saw the ad while walking back home was safe to say intrigued.

He would take Alex or Gerard to accompany him there.

He finished the entire pizza in one bite, 20 seconds no problem. Impressing everyone in the booth, including you.

“That was amazing! Did you like the pizza?”

Now here’s where he gets.. distracted. He just kind of gasped when you came up to him and loses his train of thoughts for a second.

Pretty.

“Pretty.. GOOD! P-pretty good! I like the pizza pretty good. Yea.. it was- uh it was good.”

Alex and Gerard are probably teasing him all the way back from your school. But it doesn’t matter though, since he gets to have your number (you were the person in charge of that booth).

jake ji / ji hakho

You guys are reading manga together in the empty school library after school.

Well you guys promised to do your homework but Jake got distracted while going through the racks of journals he should have been looking at. Instead he checked out the manga racks that just got stocked up.

So that’s how you ended up ditching your school works.

While you were getting to the interesting bit of the chapter you were reading, you let out a small giggle of excitement. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears to see the words more clearly.

Through the corner of his eyes, Jake’s eyes darted towards you. Not forgetting to cover half of his face with the manga tho.

He never noticed that you looked so.. cute?

He failed to notice that he has been staring at you, when you finally looked up at him, still chuckling from the passage you read.

“Huh? Why are you looking at me?”

I feel like he would probably dodge the question and make a joke out of the whole situation.

“Ah? Oh. I was just wondering what was so funny! HAHA!”

That was what he said.

Inside he’s probably like: dammitdammitdammitdammit

gerard jin / jin gayool

He’s probably my favorite out of this whole entire prompt.

You guys are hanging out at his house, him playing a guitar lazily while you play with your phone on his bed.

Throughout your relationship you guys have developed a comfort in just being in each other’s presence. Sharing the silence when no words are needed.

As he plays a tune, you bobbed your head along. He watched you with a bit of an amusement, matching your tapping feet to his guitar strum.

Eventually, he let out a small chuckle which makes you shift your gaze from your phone towards him.

You gave him a suspicious narrowed eyes which made both him and you chuckle even more.

“What are you scheming?”

Gerard is one of the most chill dude out there. He will probably be quite suave about it.

“Nothing- Sorry babe, I’m usually good at that.”

wolf keum / keum seongje

Ngl I’m sticking to my Wolf x second year reader agenda xixi

Anyways, the two of you are in your classroom where he agreed to meet you after class to talk about some school organisational stuff Wolf could hardly care about.

Why should he give a single shit towards whether or not Ganghak gets a better promotion? He could care less if the entire building went down in flames overnight.

So just know that he’s doing this for you. And that you’re SO damn lucky he likes you.

“I was thinking maybe we could do a two days bazaar. Since three is way too long. And for the stands I have a list of venues we can contact-“

See, he honestly isn’t even paying any attention to what you were saying. No, no he was staring at your lips.

Wolf might not be weak, but you really surprise him with how low he could go sometimes.

“-lf. Wolf.”

Your voice brought his attention back to your eyes where your brows had scrunched a bit and you were leaning more towards the table, exposing a bit of skin.

“Sorry, noona. I was just thinking about something.”

Well let’s just say it’s better you don’t know the image that’s playing in his head.

teddy jin / jin taeoh

Ah yes, the certified tsundere.

While walking home from school, you, Teddy and, Rowan came across a stray cat on top of a chair.

The thing is, it was sitting on the chair—like a human. (this is something I have seen with my own two eyes)

You found that interesting as hell so you took out your phone and started to snap a few pics.

The cat seems to take an interest in you and leaned it’s body forward. Pawing at your hand.

“Aww. Look at you, you’re so adorable!”

Entranced by the cat’s cute antics, Rowan would try to pet the feline without prior knowledge whatsoever on handling one.

Dude literally would smack his hand on the poor thing’s face.

Teddy grimaced. While you immediately take the cat into your arms before Rowan could seriously injure it.

“Why the hell are you so rough with him?! Are you a kid? Hmm it was uncomfortable wasn’t it, kitten? Yes it is? Bad Rowan bad!”

Giggling as you pretend to let the kitten hit Rowan, you scratched the bottom of the cat’s chin.

Teddy watched the way you handled the small kitten with such gentleness. Boy was whipped instantly.

I bet his type is definitely someone who cares a lot about animals.

Noticing his gaze on you, you turned. Scheming for a way to tease him. (he seems fun to tease ngl)

“Hm? Kitty, look at Teddy-oppa. He’s staring at youu~”

Man choked on his spit :)

“O-oppa?! Where did you even- Ugh. Forget it. And for your information I wasn’t staring at you! I was just spacing out goddammit!”

“But Teddy, she never said you were staring at her.”

RIP Rowan.

jimmy bae / bae jihoon

Jimmy is a very prideful individual, so don’t expect much from him. (or can you?)

To be honest you can kind of see this coming.

Jimmy had to service his broken phone’s lcd, Jack needed to pick up some toiletries, and you wanted to check out your favourite bakery’s new release menus.

It was mutual interest that got all three of you going to the same mall. So you went there together after school.

The three of you had an argument on where to go first as you all think that your stuff is the most important.

You argued that the bakery usually has a long line and you don’t want to miss out after coming so far for it.

Jack was cool with everything, but Jimmy is Jimmy.

Eventually, you decided to part ways after deciding that it’s pointless to waste your breath arguing with the personification of pride.

And just as you thought, there was a long long line in front of the bakery already. There’s just no way you’re gonna get those cakes now.

Begrudgingly you went back to find the boys when Jimmy showed up in front of you with a white paper bag.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop worrying already? Just follow my instructions and shit will work out for you.”

It was the bakery’s newest menus. Each and every single one of their newest flavours.

“You- You.. where did you get these..?”

He preordered those cakes for you babe. (bet you didn’t expect that!)

“Look, do you want it or not?”

Taking the paper bag from his hand, you hugged them to your chest as you squealed happily.

And Jimmy, he tried his best to suppress the smile that’s curling on his lips at the thought that he was the one making you that happy. (well it was the cakes but whatever he was the one that got them)

Well, once you face him back, that smile is gone. Replaced with a scowl instead.

“Alright shut your yapping. Let’s go find Jack.”

#weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #donald na #ben park #jake ji #gerard jin #wolf keum x reader #wolf keum #teddy jin #jimmy bae

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hi hi it's me the anon that suggested rockstar!au + bondage heehee here's my request! <3 rockstar!nayeon au where jihyo has a rope harness under her clothing and is plugged during one of nayeon’s shows. jihyo sent nayeon a picture of what she’s wearing before the show and teased her with “daddy’s kitten wants to be worshiped tonight ;)”. This can be pre or post jihyo getting her nipple piercings... brainrotting about that ngl

before the piercings bc i forgot to add them!

cw: bondage, light choking

right before nayeon has to go on stage, she receives a message from jihyo.

her girlfriend had told her she wouldn’t be able to attend to the concert, as it was in another city and she had to work. jihyo apparently changes her mind, and nayeon flinches when she opens the chat, the picture she received nearly making her fall off the chair.

jihyo:

i love this shirt

and a picture is beneath it. one that makes nayeon’s mouth water, clutching at the arm of the chair with her free hand until the skin turns white.

nayeon loses her breath, licking her lips in excitement when she reads something that indicates that jihyo is coming to see her, but she soon loses the smile when she notices she’ll come wearing that.

nayeon:

you’re changing your clothes before coming…

right?

jihyo:

i’m already in the car. don’t you like my outfit, daddy?

nayeon did. there was no doubt about that, her legs rubbing against each other tightly, her tummy aching with the thoughts inside her head. jihyo was asking for a good punishment. she knew what she was doing, and nayeon was crazy to give her what she deserved.

nayeon groans when she thinks about jihyo walking around without a bra, but she was wearing a loose shirt she stole from nayeon’s closet. hopefully, no one would notice it. under the shirt, jihyo had done a simple work with a red rope, tying herself up loosely, giving herself some mobility while she could still have it.

jihyo:

i know what you’re thinking...

i am wearing panties this time ;)

this time. the last time she did that, she wore nothing underneath a skirt and that resulted on her being unable to sit properly for days. jihyo continues then, as if having nayeon wet to her thighs before having to go on stage wasn’t enough.

and something else.. but that you’ll have to see yourself ^-^

nayeon thinks about giving her an answer but the words wouldn’t come, her brain barely functioning, and the thought of what else jihyo might be wearing makes her groan again, loudly this time, getting attention from her band mates.

before any of them came closer and saw the picture on the screen, she locks her phone. she couldn't let them see jihyo like that — sitting on her knees, with the shirt raised to her chin, holding the piece of clothing between her teeth and letting nayeon see the rope harness and her bare skin, nipples hardened as if she had been playing with herself.

a sneaky hand covered her pussy, prohibiting nayeon from seeing how wet she truly was. jihyo was indeed playing with herself before she took that picture, right on nayeon’s bed, and what nayeon saw was the result of fifteen minutes of self-pleasure. the flushed skin should give it away, and perhaps nayeon had deliberately ignored the wet sheets under her.

nayeon avoided to even think about it, or else she wouldn’t put a foot on that stage but go find jihyo, give her a few slaps and fuck her good, because that’s what she deserved.

that’s what jihyo was asking for.

the last thing nayeon sees from jihyo before going on stage is that she might only arrive halfway through the concert — which was good. nayeon didn’t want to perform while thinking about ruining her girlfriend or how her tits were blessedly bare under her shirt. knowing jihyo wouldn’t arrive soon brought some peace to nayeon’s heart.

nayeon’s peace vanishes once she sees jihyo.

she makes a few mistakes while playing the guitar and she hopes nobody noticed it. perhaps her fans could even say she was trying something new, experimenting on stage — she has done that before. changing notes, losing rhythm on purpose. but jihyo would know.

the smile on her face made it clear that she knew how mesmerizing she was, how she made nayeon nervous. she wore shorts that day — she thought about wearing a skirt, but even nayeon had her limits. nayeon had to finish that concert, bid her goodbyes to the fans, and only then she would be able to touch her, so jihyo was generous.

but that didn’t mean nayeon wouldn’t look. jihyo always found nayeon the sexiest like that: sweaty from head to toe, her hands making the guitar look smaller — she wondered if they’d wrap around her neck that night, because sometimes, when nayeon lost control, she’d take jihyo’s breath away.

quite literally.

while nayeon tried not to look at her direction, jihyo watched her, knowing nayeon was angry, wanting to test how far she could go, crossing her thighs and hence exposing more skin.

having to finish that concert was like being punished by god, with her girlfriend meters away from her, teasing her with the slightest movements such as running her hand through her long, wavy hair and biting the straw as she sipped on water. what a little demon.

jihyo was a naughty, naughty girl and only nayeon would know about that, because no one else had seen what she’s wearing under her regular clothes and no one has looked at her for enough time to see how dangerous she is, despite the clueless, innocent face.

when the show is over and nayeon finds her backstage, they exchange no words.

nayeon doesn’t excuse herself politely, she doesn’t tell the others where she’s going, but they would know because jihyo does. while she gets dragged out of there by nayeon’s strong grip, jihyo lets momo know she did a great job with a loud scream that’s barely noticeable as they were already at the end of the hallway, heading to where jihyo’s car was parked.

nayeon pushes her inside the car, getting in right after her, after making her way around the vehicle.

“drive.” nayeon snaps, teeth gritting and muscles tensing, angry as if she didn’t love that game.

jihyo whines. “we haven’t seen each other in days and that’s what you—”

“drive,” nayeon repeats. this time, she looks at jihyo. “or i’ll eat you here. and then at home, at any surface i can put you on. and then in the shower. and then on the bed, and i won’t stop even if you beg.”

jihyo trembles.

the proposal is tempting, and it almost makes jihyo stay put and not move a single inch of her body to begin driving. almost. but she starts driving. not because the thought of being eaten out in her car and anywhere nayeon wanted to fuck her wasn’t appealing enough, but because she needed the softness of a mattress to be able to take nayeon’s wrath.

the silence during the ride is thick, and when they get home — at nayeon’s, because that’s where almost all of their toys were —, nayeon is only careful enough to drag jihyo to the room and close the door, avoiding their pets from seeing their mom getting ruined.

“what was that?” nayeon huffs, holding jihyo’s waist with a hand, their bodies glued against each other, and when her fingers get lost in her hair, jihyo whimpers, knowing nayeon loves to pull it, even more after she let it grow. “were you touching yourself earlier?”

the honey-brown hair gets stuck on her fist and nayeon pulls it harshly, making jihyo’s neck exposed, a trembling moan coming out, escaping past her plump lips.

“i missed you,” jihyo mutters. “i decided to… leave a proof of my love. in your sheets.”

“is that so?” nayeon laughs, shaking her head just slightly, the tip of her nose brushing against jihyo’s throat. “did you use any toys?”

“n-no,” jihyo replies, feeling the pressure of nayeon’s hand on her stomach. she knew nayeon would try to stick it inside her shirt at any moment. “just your pillow. and my fingers…”

“i bet you wished i was inside you, mhm?” nayeon kisses her neck, and jihyo has to ground herself. “did you come thinking about my fingers in you?”

jihyo nods, almost instantly. “y-yeah,” she breathes out. “you’re not mad, are you?”

nayeon thinks about her question, with her hand still grasping jihyo’s hair. the thought of fucking jihyo until she was screaming and crying and begging her to stop was still there, but perhaps nayeon wasn’t as angry anymore.

jihyo was but a poor little thing, needy for her. nayeon nearly pitied her, but jihyo had to learn other ways to give nayeon a ‘proof of her love’.

“does it matter?” nayeon grins, and the hand that had been over jihyo’s tummy inches away. jihyo knows the answer. no. it didn’t matter, because the both of them wanted the same thing. “kneel.”

jihyo does just that, kneeling in front of her, hungry, her eyes dark. nayeon was still in her stage clothes — a heavy belt around her waist, holding pants way bigger than her size, and a shirt that jihyo wasn’t very fond of, because it showed her too much of her tummy and left her arms bare.

nayeon lets the belt fall on the floor without a care, producing a loud noise that makes jihyo shiver. her pants slip down to the ground as soon as the belt isn’t there to hold it anymore. jihyo kisses nayeon’s tummy as soon as she has the chance, hands pulling nayeon’s panties down quickly.

she receives a tug on her hair.

it was nayeon letting jihyo know that she didn’t tell her to do that. but she allowed jihyo to keep going, letting out a sigh in relief once jihyo’s warm mouth reached her pussy, savoring everything nayeon had to give her. jihyo’s tongue rolls around her clit smoothly, moaning against nayeon as she tasted her.

nayeon manages to place a foot on the bed, trying to hold herself in place as the lewd sound of jihyo’s moans and her wetness spreading on her mouth filled the room. her knees falter with the vibration of jihyo's moans against her core, the feeling too good, making her weak.

before she knows it she’s gushing all over jihyo’s mouth, clenching around nothing as she comes, and jihyo eagerly drinks everything that reaches her tongue, as if she’s been deprived of that for months.

“good kitten,” nayeon breathes out, part of the anger dissipating as she relaxes, body trembling as jihyo licks her. she pulls away, with her hand holding jihyo’s hair, and tugs it again, smiling as jihyo gasps and licks her lips, her cheeks and chin glistening with nayeon’s cum. “get up.”

“but…” jihyo wants to complain, she wants to be between nayeon’s legs for hours, but she needs a release. she aches to be filled, always greedy to be stuffed — and she wants nayeon to play with her. more than anything, she wants to feel like nayeon’s plaything. something about losing control to someone as smug as nayeon had always been extremely appealing.

jihyo gets up, suddenly aware of the plug nestled inside her ass when nayeon pulls her shirt up, throwing it to the ground like an animal, almost ripping it in a hurry.

“so my babygirl wants to be tied up,” nayeon coos and jihyo’s nipples harden, cheeks getting a faint pink hue. nayeon unzips her shorts, slapping jihyo’s ass once that piece of clothing is on the ground and giving it a squeeze. “oh,” nayeon mashes her lips, feeling something. “is that…”

“mmh,” jihyo hums, embarrassed. she had never used that on her own, and the times she wore it were all because of nayeon’s persuasion.

the way she reacts seems to have some effect on nayeon. jihyo’s panties were purposefully thin, thin enough for nayeon to be able to rip apart, and that was exactly what jihyo had in mind when she wore it under the ropes.

and so, when nayeon manages to rip it almost brutally, she gasps. nayeon was way rougher than she’d thought, clearly aroused with the thought of jihyo walking around with that plug inside her.

“lie down for me.” nayeon instructs, and while she decides the size of the toy she will use on jihyo, she watches jihyo getting on the bed and opening her legs for her — because she knew nayeon would ask her to anyway.

“don’t take long!” jihyo whines, waiting for nayeon to come back with the strap around her hips and the ropes to restrain her. she had been a bad girl and she deserved to be tied up and used until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“shh.” nayeon shushes her when she’s back, with the harness around her hips and a dildo attached to it. “pretty kittens keep their mouths closed.”

jihyo barely notices when nayeon places the kitten ears on her head, eyes fixated on the toy that nayeon carried around her hips, so wet that she was making a mess of nayeon’s sheets.

again.

“inside me,” jihyo mumbles, trying to touch the silicon shaft, but nayeon slaps her hand. “please, daddy! put it in…”

“begging will get you nowhere.” nayeon says, passing the rope around jihyo’s wrists, and only then jihyo realizes she’d been tied up.

her feet were already restrained, the rope tied to the bed, keeping her legs apart, just like her wrists, that were tied to the bed now. nayeon had full control of her body and jihyo moaned, her tummy aching, utterly aroused.

“give me something,” jihyo asks. it’s somewhat polite, and certainly endearing. nayeon loved it when she asked for what she wanted. “anything!”

“sending me that picture right before i had to perform was so bratty of you,” nayeon says, a finger pushing jihyo’s hair away from her chest, wanting to see her tits without anything on the way. “so slutty of you.”

“just wanted to give you a l-little encouragement to go on stage and come back to me...” jihyo moans at a twist of nayeon’s fingers on her nipple. “weren’t you h-happy to see me?”

nayeon holds the shaft on top of jihyo’s pussy, putting pressure on it, smiling when jihyo squirms, unable to move much with the way she was tied up. a beautiful sight lied in front of her — the decorative rope jihyo had worn herself earlier was still wrapped around her thighs, tummy and tits. the ones nayeon had just tied her up with matched it, making jihyo look like the prettiest rope bunny.

“i’m always happy to see you,” nayeon replies, the head of the toy prodding at jihyo’s entrance. jihyo’s hips moves, as if trying to make it slip inside, but nayeon pulls away. “but you can’t do that when i’m about to go on stage.”

jihyo closes her mouth, trying to figure out if it’s safe enough to push nayeon’s buttons.

“but i-it’s so funny when you make mistakes on stage ‘cause of me.” jihyo smiles, looking at nayeon with her flushed cheeks, her angelic face hiding how perverted she really was.

nayeon sinks in with a single thrust.

jihyo mewls, her back arches, and she yearns to scratch nayeon’s back and wrap her legs around her but she can’t, stuck at nayeon’s mercy, with her legs open for nayeon to do anything she wanted to. the feeling is even better with plug nestled inside her, making her fuller than she’s even been.

“such a little…” nayeon huffs, not finishing her sentence, fucking the toy deep into jihyo, fully aware that jihyo wasn’t prepared to take it in — but the slight pain made it all deliciously better. “next time i should just drag you on stage and fuck you in front of everybody.”

next time. depending on how that night ended, jihyo might learn her lesson and perhaps there wouldn’t be a next time…

jihyo whines at that, feeling nayeon’s weight on top of her, shaking with how good it felt to have her inside, greedily taking every single inch of her. she feels nayeon kissing her neck, and then a bite at the curve of her neck. nayeon’s lips stop around a nipple, biting it before she can put it in her mouth, using her hand to squeeze the other.

“daddy!” jihyo wails, wanting to close her legs the moment she feels close, but her attempts are all useless. “i’m… i- fuck!”

nayeon pulls away, the need to see jihyo falling apart making her keep some distance. she runs her thumb around jihyo’s clit, squeezing her chest with the other, a smug smile on her lips when she notices how jihyo tips her head back, ragged moans filling the room, louder than before.

“come for daddy, babygirl,” nayeon pushes, moving her hand up slowly. when she grasps jihyo’s neck, jihyo finally look at her. her eyes were glossy with need, a couple of tears had already fallen out. “you like it like this, mhm?”

jihyo nods, “harder!”

“harder?” nayeon laughs. “harder than this?”

despite the teasing, she puts more strength behind her thrusts. jihyo’s face was deep red — not only because she was shy after nayeon’s remarks, but because nayeon's grip around her neck grew tighter the closer she got to the edge.

when jihyo comes her eyes roll back and the pressure around her neck is suddenly bigger. jihyo can’t breathe for seconds, making her orgasm so strong that nayeon has to pull out. she squirts, legs trembling, and nayeon releases her legs quickly, untying her wrists then.

“everything okay, babygirl?” nayeon touches jihyo’s face, worried when jihyo didn’t open her eyes. “did i hurt you?”

“n-no,” jihyo’s voice comes out weak. “too good.”

nayeon sighs in relief, smiling as she caresses jihyo’s cheek.

“you’re ready for more, then?” she asks, already flipping jihyo’s body on the bed, pushing the plug even deeper with her fingers.

jihyo whimpers.

“yes!” she nods, her thighs wet with her own cum, body already nasty. “need you bad.”

nayeon takes a pillow, placing it under jihyo’s hips for a better angle.

“you really missed me, didn’t you?” nayeon smiles, kissing jihyo’s shoulder, easing the plug out of her slowly. “oh, poor little thing… don’t worry, daddy will take care of you.”

jihyo holds onto nayeon’s promise — she knew there was some sarcasm in the way nayeon reassured her, as if promising some sort of punishment, but jihyo would take anything nayeon gave her.

no matter how sore she would be the next day.

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #rockstar au #fill #this is such a long ass fill but it's nahyo so...

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