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creelteeth · 2 years

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quiet down ( steve harrington x reader )

summary: you spend the night at your best friend’s house and her older brother steve decides to join you for movie night. somehow, some way, the two of you end up alone and things get heated.

word count: 5.3k

content warnings: smut (18+ only) , afab reader, virgin reader, mutual pining, some angst, oral (both receiving), throat fucking, innocence kink (kind of), praise kink, reader is in high school but they're 18.

just like every other friday night, you found yourself at your bestfriend's house for movie night and a sleepover. it was ritual at this point, she'd pick you up for school that morning and you'd return home sunday evening.

today was not much different except for the fact that Steve, her older brother, would be joining you. His job at Family Video seemed to benefit you guys. you always got the discounts— you’d also get to have first pick of the newly released tapes. When the two of you heard that Top Gun had finally made its way to Hawkins, you begged him to bring it home. normally, Steve would just deliver the movie and you'd watch it in her bedroom but, his condition for this particular film was that he would get to watch too since he also wanted to see it. and you.

Your friend whined a bit at the idea of her obnoxious brother joining in on the movie, since according to her, he hogged the popcorn and talked too much. you, on the other hand didn't mind if he joined in, though you'd never admit it to anyone, you had a massive crush on Steve. That of which showed itself a bit when you made sure to pick the cutest pajamas you owned for this weekend's slumber party. The Head Harringtons were out of town so you settled for something rather skimpy. Lucky for you, your best friend was too oblivious to recognize the extra efforts you'd put in.

the two of you laid out in living room floor talking about the day you had while waiting for steve's shift to end. somehow in the midst of all your conversations the topic of boys came up. she had her high school sweetheart, ricky, who she absolutely adored. you didn't have the same luck as her, which didn't matter much. apart from your crush on Steve, which you obviously couldn't spill the beans on, you didn't have much to talk about.

"come on, there's gotta be someone you like? what about Jason Carver?" she sat up to show the Hawkins High 85' yearbook to you, finger pointing to the picture of the basketball team.

you looked over the picture, eyes fixing on the person standing next to jason, that person being steve.

"ugh, no. jason is so annoying, plus he's all over chrissy this year." you shrugged off her question, reaching out to close the yearbook.

you knew the crush you had on steve was unrequited. you figured if you waited it out, once you went away for college you'd find someone else to spend your time fawning over. though part of you was also convinced that steve was the perfect person for you. he always felt so close, made you feel so safe, but he was always stuck on nancy wheeler or some other girl and you'd continue to be just kid to him. and of course, above everything else, your best friend would absolutely murder you.

it was about this time that steve arrived home. he managed to convince robin to cover the rest of his shift so he could get home to the two of you. he didn't wanna leave you home alone for too long, and truth be told he was excited to be able to hang out with you guys.

you'd been too occupied with your conversation to hear him come in the house. steve rounded the corner to see you laying on your stomach with a pillow stuffed under your chin— your feet up in the air swaying mindlessly.

the position you laid in made him stop in his tracks. he stood silently for a second, taking in the sight of you and the unreasonably small pajamas you'd decided to wear tonight. the little blue shorts you wore had hiked up a bit with the position you were in, showing off the soft curve of your ass. your thighs spread far enough apart that he swore he could see the perfect outline of your cunt. he'd never seen this much of you before, the sight before him making his mouth go dry.

it didn't take long for your friend to notice steve standing silently in the arched entry way. she'd been in the middle of stretching when she looked over her shoulder to see him gawking.

"ahh! Steve, you creep what are you doing home so early?" she yelped, sitting up to grab the nearest pillow to throw in his direction.

"sorry, sorry! " he repeated, stepping to the side to dodge the item sent in his direction. "I got off early so you wouldn't have to be alone in the house." he explained, clearing his throat at the end.

when you noticed him standing behind you, you scrambled to sit up. you yanked the nearest blanket over your legs suddenly regretting the bright idea you had to dress for his attention. he hadn't even looked at you yet, part of you was relieved while the other part of you was bummed.

"okay, fine, but don't creep up on us like that...did ya bring the snacks we asked for?" she spoke, batting her eyes up at her older brother, reaching out for the plastic bag that dangled off his fingers.

steve finally walked into the room, handing off the bag to then go place the tape he brought home into the VCR. why won't he look at you?

"yep, razzles for you and watermelon ring pop for the kid." steve hummed, plopping down on the recliner across the room.

the kid. he always called you that, or some variation of it, but for some reason it was extra frustrating to hear this time. the night had only just begun and you already felt incredibly stupid. you'd talked yourself into the idea that if you dressed up and spent some time with him that maybe he'd see you differently but clearly that wasn't going to happen. not when he wouldn't even look in your direction.

while you argued with yourself silently, steve was doing the same. he wasn't intentionally ignoring you, but he knew that he couldn't look cause if he looked, he'd stare. he took notice of your change in attire, his ego telling him that you dressed that way to catch his eye. if that was the case, you certainly succeeded.

steve had always prided himself in being good to you while also respecting his sister's wishes. if he had it his way, he'd have you but, he knew that wasn't going to work out. didn't stop him from thinking about it though. the image of you laid out in the floor was playing on repeat in his mind. he only saw it for a second but he was sure he had a perfect, practically photographic memory of what it looked like.

you sat through majority of the movie in silence, focusing your attention on the watermelon candy. you had it stuck on your pinky, lips wrapped around it. you'd pull back with a quiet puh! sound every once in a while.

the dimly lit room made it easy for you to remain unaware of the side eyes steve was giving you. he'd been doing his best to stay focused on the film, but he was majorly regretting buying that specific candy for you. every time he'd look over you'd be focused heavily on the movie, eyes fixed on tom cruise while your lips and tongue worked around the candy. his stomach churned knowing he shouldn't be looking at you in the way that he was. he felt awful, not just because you were his sister's friend but because he knew what you were doing was innocent. unfortunately, steve couldn't help the things it made him think about.

your friend had fallen asleep just before the end, snoring in the floor on a pile of pillows. when both you and steve recognized the noises you looked to the middle of the floor where she laid, then up to each other. it was the first time all night steve had looked you in the eyes. the tv illuminating his face enough for you to see his big brown eyes soften at the sight of you. the silence grew when the end credits rolled in, the two of you seemed to be waiting for someone to speak first but no one did.

instead, you got up to carry the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Steve sat back in the chair, watching you walk off. he argued with himself for a minute. this was the first, and probably last time he'd ever get any chance to be alone with you before you left for college in a few months. he knew that if he didn't try now, there'd be no other opportunities. with that, he followed behind you, tiptoeing through the room careful not to wake his sleeping sibling.

you were standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of water when you heard footsteps. your stomach dropping at the sight of Steve. he was still dressed in his clothes from work. the navy blue polo hugged his muscles so well, well enough to make your stomach flutter. the way he looked when he walked in made it seem like he wanted to speak so you waited, both hands wrapped around the glass.

steve didn't really have a plan for when he got you alone, he could hardly focus when he saw you there in the outfit you wore. eyes scanning over you slowly, drinking you in.

the slow scan of your body made you cower a bit, sitting the glass down to cross your arms in front of the part of your stomach that was showing.

watching you shy away brought a faint smirk to his lips. he stepped forward, leaving only a few inches between you. as much as he would've loved to ease into it, he didn't know how much time he had.

"steve?" you asked, looking up at him like a lost puppy.

"hm?" he hummed, hand coming up to grab at your chin, his thumb smoothing over the edge of your jaw.

you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest, body frozen underneath him. there was absolutely no way this was happening. no fucking way.

you wanted to speak but no words made their way out. all you did was stand there, big puppy dog eyes staring up at him.

"did you dress like this for me?" steve asked, his hand moving away from your chin, finger tracing the extremely low neckline of your top.

the question made your breath catch, were you that obvious? you considered an answer for a second, before ultimately giving him a sheepish nod.

"ah, use your words." he tutted, finger grazing over the exposed parts of your chest. he couldn't help but smile at the way he could see your nipples begin to protrude the thin fabric, hardening into stiff peaks with just a few light touches.

"yes.. I did— ‘m sorry." you breathed out, eyes dropping to the floor embarrassed by your desperate attempts. you weren’t sure why you chose to apologize, it just felt necessary.

steve didn't reply with words, instead his hand came back up. this time he took a firmer grasp on your chin, tilting it back so that he could duck down. his closeness pulling a whimper from you.

"you've got my attention now, sweetheart. what do you want with it?" he spoke into the curve of your neck, lips planting small kisses up to your jaw.

you stammered a bit, eyes blinking shut.

steve was kissing you.

just as you were about to admit your wants — a slew of word vomit ready to spill from you , your friend began to toss n' turn. the sleepy moan reminding you both where you were. you choked down the speech you wanted to give about how much you adored him, loved him, needed him. instead, you settled for something much more feasible.

"want you.." you muttered, a brave hand coming up to press flat against the already growing bulge in his jeans.

steve was shocked by your sudden confidence, a groan vibrating out of him at the sudden contact. he reached down to grab your wrist, pulling the hand off him so that he could step back. he looked over his shoulder at the girl who was still asleep. sending her a telepathic apology. he knew he was going to pay for what was to come but god he couldn't help it. steve never had the opportunity to be selfish, tonight he was going to do exactly that.

he looked back over to you, then to the stairwell. bringing a finger up to his lips to shush you, his other hand still on your wrist guiding you to follow him up to his bedroom. you did your best to stay quiet, though you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.

you made it up the stairs and into his room successfully. the second the door was shut, his lips were on you. the kiss was sweet at first, he walked you backwards to lay back on his bed — once you wrapped your legs around his waist it became hungry and desperate. sloppy wet noises echoed around the bedroom, his hands eagerly roaming about your body, slipping under your shirt to paw at your chest.

you moaned into his mouth, back arching up against his touch. you felt yourself become dazed, eager hands finding his body the same way his found yours. you wanted to take your time with him, to let him be the person who took all of you— but somehow admitting to him that this was going to be your first felt embarrassing.

rather than admitting that, you turned the attention on him. tugging weakly at the button that held his jeans together until eventually you got it to pop open. you attempted push his pants down but he swatted them away— his swollen lips working against yours. you wanted to be close, as close as possible, wanted to exhaust every fantasy you'd had over the years but there just wasn't enough time.

"steve," you mumbled against his lips, pulling back to catch your breath.

he took the break to catch his breath too, brushing his messy hair off his face.

"need you.. please" you whined, hips raising off the bed to connect with his.

steve couldn't even begin to explain how badly he wanted to fuck you. he was dying to feel your pussy wrapped around him, but even more than that, steve needed a taste of it. he needed to have his face buried in between the puffy lips he caught somewhat of a glimpse of hours earlier.

"gonna take care of you, I promise." he nodded, kissing you one last time before moving down to be eye level with your sex.

you became a bit self conscious seeing him to close it, even more so when he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop. your hands came up to cover your face, thighs clenching together. It was around this that made steve realize you were probably a lot more inexperienced than he'd imagined. he grabbed at your thighs, pressing a kiss to both of them.

"hey.. don't hide from me, let me see you." steve spoke quietly, his tone bringing you some comfort.

you sighed, keeping your hands over your face while slowly parting your legs. steve groaned, his mouth practically watering at the sight of you. you'd gotten so wet he could hear it when you legs parted, a string of slick connecting your folds.

"fuck, you're perfect." he insisted, hands coming down to rest on either side of your puffy mound.

he used his index fingers to spread you even farther apart, licking a long flat strip up the center. the contact causing you to gasp, your leaky hole spasming against his tongue.

"taste so fucking sweet. even better than I-" he mumbled against your sex, pausing between words to press a kiss to your sensitive button. smiling at the way it jumped under his touch. "..- imagined."

"please," you whined, your hands that were once covering your face now gripping at the bed.

he didn't need much more than that— still spreading you open with his fingers, steve began to lap at your hole. the tip of his tongue circling and dipping into the opening, his nose bumping against the tender bud. the new found contact pulled the most pitiful whimpers out of you, your thighs clamping shut around his head.

"steve, oh my god!" you'd almost forgotten about the fact that you needed to keep quiet. for a moment you didn't care but then remembered who was asleep downstairs.

you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the noises, slippery wet walls clamping down around nothing while steve licked through your folds. he eventually worked his way up to your clit, lips wrapping around the throbbing button. he sucked harshly on the area, pulling a high pitched squeak out of you.

your thighs trembled desperately around his head, hips rutting upwards to hump against his face. he knew you were going to cum, drunk off the taste of you gushing into his mouth.

he kept his attention on your clit, his tongue making circles around it. he let you ride it out however you needed, a moan vibrating against you when you yanked on his hair.

" 'm gonna - fuck - im gonna cum steve" you mewled your words out, orgasm coming with the words spoken.

he kept his attention on you, letting you rutt against his tongue to ride out your orgasm. when you finally stopped trembling so much he pulled away. sitting back on his knees to look down at you, lips swollen and glistening with your remnants.

"c'mere" he exhaled, grabbing loosely at the base of your neck to pull you up into a kiss. the taste of you still fresh on his lips.

after a moment he pulled back from the kiss, smiling at you "see that? tastes so fucking good."

"better than you, imagined?" you repeated back the words he spoke to you moments before this — trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he imagined what you tasted like in the first place.

"yeah, baby. so much better than I'd imagined." he emphasized the last word, knowing that's what you were holding onto.

steve was not expecting anything in return, doing his best to ignore the painful mess going on between his legs. he looked at the clock by his bed, wondering if you two even had any time to do anything else. he was not yet ready to part from you, even if it meant just holding you.

you had other ideas though, sitting up on your knees you crawled forward to where he sat on the bed. his jeans were still on, hung low around his hips, low enough to show the tip of his cock pitching a tent in his boxers.

you watched him with those big wet eyes, ducking down to kiss over the clothed tip.

he hissed lowly at the contact, watching the arousal that soaked through the fabric smear across your lips.

"my turn?" you asked, looking up at him with the softest expression.

even if he wanted to, he couldn't say no to you. after so many hears of knowing him, you knew how to break him. all it took was batting those eyelashes at him for him to give you what you wanted.

"fuck, yes. your turn, baby." steve spoke, lifting his hips up to pull his bottoms off for you.

your eyes practically bulging out of your head at the sheer size of his cock. you knew it was big, it was always visible in whatever he wore, but you didn't expect it to be that thick. the swollen tip of it slapped against his stomach, a bead of pre dripping down the side.

"uh…stevie" you spoke, wrapping your hand around the base loosely.

"hm?" he replied, eyes watching you intently, cock jumping from the slightest contact.

"what do i do with it?" you kept your hand there, thumb tracing over the thick vein that ran up the side of it.

something about the question you asked made him exhale sharply, cock twitching in your grasp. maybe it had to do with the dumbfounded expression on your face.

you didn’t know how to touch him.

“oh, honey..” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, brows raising slightly. “you gotta put your mouth on it.”

you nuzzled against his palm for a moment, enjoying the softness before ducking down to let the swollen tip prod against you lips.

steve felt a moan get tangled up in his vocal chords— watching you kitten lick over the head of his cock made his body tense up. truthfully, he could probably cum from just this. seeing you treat his cock so sweetly was driving him absolutely insane.

he let you do what you wanted for a minute or two, but you didn’t go past taking short licks across the spongey pink tip. his balls tightening with every wet stroke of your tongue.

if you weren’t operating on short time, he’d have let you carry on for as long as you wanted but he needed more. rather that pushing your head down and risking your likely sensitive gag reflex he decided he’d teach you.

"poor thing, doesn't know how to suck cock?" he taunted you a bit, a lazy smirk playing across his lips.

the torment made your body heat up— you tried to come up with an excuse or reasoning but there wasn’t one. shaking your head no to his question, an embarrassed pout forming on your kiss swollen lips.

“oh, baby..” he sighed, “don’t worry, i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

being the first person to fuck your throat was going to be so fun for him.

he pushed your hand off, replacing it with his own. angling the fat mushroomy tip for your mouth, letting it graze your pretty pink lips.

“spit on it.” he instructed, nodding when you tilted your head in confusion.

you did as you were told, letting a glob of spit drip off your tongue onto the head of his cock. you kept your eyes on him the entire time, waiting for what to do next.

“fuck— good job, just do what i tell you to. ‘kay?” steve breathed out, smearing the wetness around the girth.

you nodded, eyes dropping down to watch him stroke himself. he squeezed it tightly, making long slow strokes that pulled very gruff sounding noises out of him.

steve lifted his hips up, pushing his cock against your pout for you to taste him. instructing you through all of it.

“open up for me, wide.. wider— fuck there we go, good job, baby.” he groaned, eyes fluttering feeling your hot wet mouth wrap around the sensitive tip.

he knew that your gag reflex was probably very sensitive. more than that he also knew that his cock was going to be a lot for you to take, regardless of past experience— so, he was careful not to push very far in. stopping about a third of the way, he kept his hips still , wanting you to do the work.

your hand came up to grab at the base again, this time squeezing tighter. trying your best to mimic what he was doing, making shallow pumps.

“yeah, don’t be scared of it— there we go, just keep doin’ that.” steve moaned out his praises, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head. he had no intention of pushing it down, but he wanted to grab onto your hair if need be.

you caught the hang of it pretty quickly, hallowing out your cheeks to suckle on the half that was stuffed in your mouth.

it took everything in Steve not to lurch forward. he wanted nothing more that to lodge his big fat cock in the back of your throat, but he knew better than to do that. giving the back of your head some encouraging pets when you began to bob up and down.

"just like that, angel." he groaned, jaw hanging open.

he made the prettiest sounds. sounds that encouraged you to keep going, to get more brave with your actions.

slobber started to spill down the sides of his cock. Steve couldn't get over the sight before him.

"fucking hell, get it all wet f'me. " he slurred, cock throbbing in your mouth.

"you look so pretty like this, drooling all - shit - all over my cock. d'you like it? does it taste good?"

the words sputtered out of him, encouraging you to up the ante. you moaned an mhm around his cock at his question before pushing your head down as far as you could get it.

you didn't get very far before your throat started to protest the intrusion, gagging at the feeing of him prodding the back of your mouth. you were determined to carry on though — grabbing hold of his big muscular thighs to steady yourself, you tried to keep going but your throat tightened.

feeling your warm wet throat clench around him made nearly made him whimper.

he knew you were struggling against your gag reflex, he found it amusing how you determined you were.

" s'okay baby, you don't have to make it fit all the way." as much as he wanted you to swallow all of him, he didn't want you to push yourself. he was already nearing his edge, the tears welling up in your pretty eyes more than enough to send him over.

you gargled around him, whining in protest to his remark. you wanted it, wanted to take it.

"okay, alright, just sit there i'll help you fit it in. you gotta relax, let me push it in. whenever, fuck me, whenever you feel like you're gonna gag need you to swallow."

he did his best to explain the technique, hand pressing firmer against the back of your head so that he could begin sliding in. your slippery warm throat spasming around the sudden intrusion but to his surprise he got it in.

Steve reached one hand around to the front of your throat, finger tracing over the bulge.

you wiggled down as closely as you could go, nose buried in the thick patch of hair that grew around his cock. the scent of him was enough to make you dazed, eyes screwing shut to just feel him. feel every inch of him stuffed inside your drool filled mouth.

after some time steve started to rock back and forth slightly, his strokes were short and sweet but you loved it. flatting your tongue against the underside of his cock, swaying it from side to side to egg him on.

"shit.. gonna cum"

that seemed to be all he managed to say before his cock began to twitch violently. you could feel him pulsating inside you, cock remaining lodged in the back of your throat. every lasting drop of his hot sticky cum spilling into your mouth, you had no choice but to swallow it.

he stayed inside for a second longer to catch his breath. easing his way out of you so that you didn't sputter too much. finally having your mouth free against you coughed and hiccuped, using the back of your hand to wipe the drool off your chin.

Steve sat there panting, looking at you, he admired the way you looked. that just-got-fucked look wore so nicely on your pretty face.

"hey, come here." steve instructed, grabbing at your chin to pull you to eye level, planting yet another kiss to your lips.

this one was a bit sweeter than before, he let it linger a minute — but when the kiss ended the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. both of you realizing what just happened, it was a mix of post-coital bliss and existential dread.

you reached for the blanket on his bed, pulling it over your bare half. could feel your stomach doing flips. he was everything you ever wanted, maybe even more than that, yet you couldn't help but feel bad.

steve just looked at you for a minute, taking in the way you looked, thinking back on the way you felt. he contemplated going in for more, but then he remembered the time.

every morning at five, his sister gets up for a run. there wasn't much time left to be spent with you, only two more hours. he didn't have the heart to kick you out, not yet at least.

"Steve." you sighed, the buzz of it all starting to wear off when you noticed how late it was.

he only nodded, moving up to shimmy his boxers back on. he grabbed your discard clothing too, handing it to you. once you were dressed he got into bed, peeling back the covers on the empty side for you to climb into if you wanted.

he let you get settled, dropping an arm around your waist. you had laid facing him, nuzzling your face against his chest. it felt nice to be held by him, even though the pit in your stomach was only seeming to get heavier and heavier.

"it's gonna be fine, I promise... i'm not gonna say anything."

the beginning of his sentence soothed you in some way, but all that comfort got yanked away at the end. you had a secret now. a dirty one. you didn't regret it, neither of you did, but it felt like a ticking time bomb. the idea of sneaking around was exciting, of course, but you knew this was going to be the end of it.

"can we just stay like this for a bit?" you muttered, already dozing off in his arms.

you'd fallen asleep on his chest, the most out of those final hours before you heard the alarm blaring from the next room over. the thin walls working in your favor for once. you sat up quickly, trying to pry his heavy sleeping arm off your body so you could run to the other room before she came upstairs.

"steve.. steve move! " you whisper yelled until finally he turned the other way, groaning at you for disturbing him.

all the sleep leaving you when you heard her echoing a "hello?" from the bottom of the stairs.

you got up and ran into the bathroom, thanking god for the face that they seemed to share one. you bolted from one room to the other, throwing yourself on the mattress, covering yourself with the quilt. you kept your face buried in the pillow so that she'd think you were still sleeping.

to your surprise it worked, tiptoed in to grab her running shoes before worming her way back out.

once you were alone, it all set in. your throat was sore from the prior events, but you liked being able to still feel parts of him. the bruise at the roof of your mouth was going to stick around for a few days. it didn't feel real to you.

after a couple of hours of real sleep, both you and steve seemed to wake up at the same time. it was now around nine am on saturday, the both of you walking like zombies down the stairs to grab breakfast from the kitchen.

"jeez — what's gotten into you two? were you up late?" she looked over you, both of you having the same tired and dazed looks on your faces.

her question made steve cough into the cup of coffee he was sipping. you did your best to remain nonchalant, focusing heavily on the piece of toast you were smearing butter on.

he peered at you over the coffee mug, waiting for his sister to look away so that he could send you a wink. your hands fumbling over the butter knife.

this was going to be so very fun for Steve.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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Could you do one where another player tries to wind mason up and anger him by saying things about you and they get into a fight x

Worth A Shot

Note - thank you for the request lovely 🥰 I changed it up a tiny bit I guess but I hope you enjoy it still. Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 3.2k

Warnings - angst & fluff

Mason could hear the giggles from behind him as he got dressed, a few of the boys in a huddle as they crowded round Ramsdale’s phone. He knew they were looking at pictures of some girl they all clearly fancied and he’d caught onto some of the conversation but he didn’t want too get involved.

He quickly unlocked his own phone, seeing a text from you asking how his day was and he smiled as he quickly replied, letting you know he missed you too and he couldn’t wait to see you in a couple of days.

‘Mase! You got a sec?’ Aaron called from behind him and Mason turned to see him sat with Saka and Trent. All of them laughing like school kids and he really didn’t want to have this conversation with them but to them, he was still single so they didn’t see the harm.

‘I’ve got treatment in a minute, I don’t wanna keep Dec waiting’ he told them, nodding towards the door but Aaron wasn’t having any of it.

‘I’ll be quick I promise, I’ve just got one question’ he told him, waving him over to the trio and Mason thought it might be easier to just play along for now, walking over to them so Aaron could explain what was happening. ‘I need you to tell me if I’ve got a shot with this girl. They’re both saying no but I’ve got a bit of history with her and I think I can pull it off’

Mason rolled his eyes but laughed with him as he shook his head. ‘Fine, let’s see’ he told him but he wasn’t ready for the picture Aaron was about you show him.

It was you.

He knew it was you cause you’d sent him the picture last night and he’d then seen it again on your instagram story which he’d replied to, telling you how beautiful you looked and all the things he wanted to do to you when he got home. Masons blood ran cold as soon as he caught sight of you but he had to play it cool. No one knew about yours and Masons relationship as it was fairly new and the both of you wanted to keep it on the down low.

He didn’t know what to do, but thankfully Saka was jumping in to save him with his loud laugh.

‘See, I told you. There’s no way man’

‘But I’ve spoken to her before, and I know she’s into me’ Aaron laughed, finally pulling his phone away. ‘The only reason it didn’t work out before was that I lived so far way. Now I’m in London, I think I’ve got this’

‘You’ve been in London for ages’

‘Yeah but I wanted to get settled first’

‘Mason, tell him she’s out of his league’ Trent laughed but Mason couldn’t think or move, let alone speak.

‘She is proper fit’ Aaron laughed and Mason had to bite the inside of his cheek so he didn’t explode. ‘Like look at the body on it, she’s unreal. It’s gotta be at least worth a shot if anything’’

Mason was thankfully saved by the bell, Dec calling him to probably ask where he was so Mason told them he had to dash. Happy to get out of the conversation but his mind was all over the place. It was only after him and Dec we’re heading back for dinner after their haircuts that he spilled the beans. Dec had known something was up from the second he saw him and also knew about your relationship so Mason wasn’t against telling him what had happened back in the dressing room.

‘So she’s never mentioned him before?’ Dec asked and Mason shook his head.

‘Not once. And I know she wouldn’t hide anything like that from me but I don’t wanna accuse him of lying. It’s the way he spoke about her as well like she’s some piece of meat it made my blood boil’

‘I know it’s hard but we’ll be home in a few days and you can ask her about it. Just try and ignore him yeah? You know what he’s like’

So that’s what Mason did. Kept to himself and whenever Aaron wanted to bring the subject of you up, Mason always made sure he had somewhere else to be. Thankfully he survived until the end of the week, making his way home to where you were patiently waiting for him. He let you know where the spare key was and you knew he’d be home around 2pm so you distracted yourself with a couple of films before you heard his front door open. You were up in a flash, running towards him as you jumped into his arms with you legs around his waist. You felt him laugh as he spun you around a few times before placing you on the floor so he could give you a kiss.

‘I missed you so much, Mase’ you breathed as he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours whilst he got his breathing back under control.

‘Missed you too’ he whispered before kissing you again. It felt weird though, he was saying and doing all the right things but you could feel something was off straight away. You could see he was tired though and you didn’t want to push it, so you led him through to the living room where you both flopped down onto the sofa. He told you about his time away, becoming more animated and happier as he spoke to you and seemed to be fine for the rest of the night until you went to get yourselves ready for bed.

You walked into the bathroom to find him sat against the counter, his eyes flashing up to meet yours and you could see the uncertainty in them from a mile off. You didn’t say a word, just planted yourself in between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he held you at your waist, his head finding it’s place in your neck and when he hid his face as you knew you had to say something.

‘Hey, Mase? Is everything okay?’ You whispered, scratching over the back of his head how you know he loved. You felt him take a deep breath before pulling back to look at you, his eyes more sad than you’d ever seen them before and it broke your heart a little bit to see him this way. ‘Mase? What is it? You know you can tell me’

‘I know’ he told you quietly before kissing your cheek. ‘And I’m not mad or anything, I just need to ask you something’ he told you but you were unsure what he meant. What had you done for him to be mad about? ‘Do you um, do you know Aaron Ramsdale?’

‘The name rings a bell. He’s on your team right?’ You told him, unsure as to why Mason was bringing him up and what he had to do with Masons mood.

‘Well he seems to know you’ he told you gently and you gave Mason a confused look. ‘A few of the of the others were teasing Aaron about this girl he’s spoken to in the past and he thinks he’s got a shot with her now. He showed me a picture and it was you’

‘What?’ You breathed with a laugh, unsure of where he was going with this but he didn’t look angry or like he was accusing you of anything, he just looked really sad.

‘So he was lying? You’ve not spoken to him before?’

‘I don’t think so’ you mused, gently removing yourself from him so you could run and get your phone, returning to him and leaning up against him. Your back against his chest so he could look over your shoulder at your phone as you typed in Aaron’s name into your Dm’s. A memory suddenly smacked you in the face and you put two and two together when a handful of massages popped up. You wanted to reassure him that you were 100% truthful and he had nothing to worry about as you laughed as the memory of who he was clicked into place. ‘Oh Mase, he messaged me about a year and a half ago but it was basically nothing so I must of forgotten about it. See look’ you told him, holding up your phone so he could look at the screen.

‘What, that’s it?’

‘Yes, never heard from him again thankfully’ you laughed and you felt his whole body relax as he clung to you.

‘He was making out like you were long lost lovers about to be reunited. Said you had a past and all sorts I’ve been worried sick’

‘Oh baby, please don’t be worried. I would never of gone there anyway he’s really not my type’

‘Well I’m still pissed about the way he spoke about you’

‘What do you mean?’ You asked, turning your body so you could look at him a bit better before turning fully so you could wrap your arms around him again.

‘He had your story up from the other night and was showing a few of the boys. Telling them how fit you were and stuff and talking about your body’

‘Oh baby’ you smiled, kissing his grumpy face a few times ‘it’s okay’

‘No, he doesn’t get to talk about you like that. You’re mine’ he moaned as he pulled you in tighter.

‘How is he supposed to know that?’ You laughed before he reached for your phone and passed it to you. His idea was to take a few sneaky pictures and upload them at the same time. Once you’d taken them he left you with his phone so he could take a shower whilst you sorted it out on his bed before you posted them.

He came back into his room just as you were done, flopping down next to you as you passed him his phone. ‘All done. You feel better now?’ You laughed as he kissed you forehead.

‘Hmm, a little’

‘Come on, let’s have a cuddle’ you told him, manoeuvring him so that you were both under the covers with his head on your chest. ‘Please don’t stay mad for too long’

‘I’m not mad, just annoyed at him that he thinks he can talk about you like that’

‘Look Mase, he didn’t know who I was and I don’t want you two to ruin your friendship over it’ you told him gently but you could tell he was still a little sad.

‘You’re mine’ he mumbled, sounding like a stroppy child as he clung to you even tighter.

‘Oh yeah?’ You chuckled and you felt him smile before lifting his head to look at you. You could tell from the cheeky smirk on his face what was coming next.

‘Yeah. You gonna let me show you?’ He whispered seductively before placing a kiss to your neck that made you shiver.

‘I mean I’ve only been waiting all day’ you laughed and you felt him chuckle as he bit your neck lightly.

‘All you had to do was ask’ he whispered before reaching up and kissing you gently ‘lay back baby, let me take care of you’ he told you seductively and you let him have his way with you.

You completely forgot about anything Aaron related for a few days until you were on the way to the bridge the following weekend, only remembering Chelsea were playing Arsenal and you watched from your seat as Aaron made his way over to Mason before their warm up to say hello.

They spoke for a while, and you could see Mason getting more tense as the conversation carried on until Aaron was backing away to join his team whilst looking up at you in the stands. You watched him give you a wave but there was no way you were waving back, watching Arron laugh as your eyes snapped over to Mason. He was pissed, you could tell he’d gotten under his skin so you sent him a quick text to hopefully calm him down, even though you were doubtful he would read it before the game started.

Mason was in the mood to win, you could tell from off, celebrating extra hard when Chelsea eventually went a goal up only made sweeter by the fact he’d assisted and you returned his wave as he made it back to the dressing room at half time. You were feeling a bit cheeky, texting him to meet you at the entrance of the tunnel so you you could give him a good luck kiss for the second half but you regretted it as soon as you made your way down as Aaron caught your eye on the way out and started walking straight over.

‘Y/n? Nice to finally meet you’ he laughed and you nodded back with an awkward smile, hoping he’d go so Mason wouldn’t see however he seemed to be in the mood for a chat. ‘I would say Mason talks about you all the time but I don’t think he ever has’

‘That’s because I asked to keep things private’

‘Ah she speaks’ he winked and just as you were about to respond you noticed Mason walking towards the pair of you, his lips pursed uncomfortably and his eyes flickered in between you. ‘Here he is, just catching up with your missus’ Aaron teased but you knew Mason was in no mood to joke as he stepped further towards you and you quickly placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘I better get back out there, y/n it’s been a pleasure’ he winked and you felt Mason stiffen under your fingertips. ‘Mase, let’s see if you have what it takes to get the ball passed me this half’ he laughed before jogging away.

‘Mase please ignore him’ you sighed, turning him to face you but you could see the uncertainty in his eyes immediately. ‘There was no catching up I barely said a sentence to him’

‘It’s fine, baby. I’m not mad or anything’ he reassured you, planting his hands on your waist. ‘I know he’s just trying to get under my skin but it’s working’ he laughed before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

‘Good luck, baby’ you whispered and he winked at you before jogging back into the pitch. You returned to your seat just as the whistle blew and it was an aggressive second half with Arsenal equalising about ten minutes in to your dismay. The score remained the same and the game was a few minutes into extra time when Kai was brought down in the box, the whole of the bridge cheering when the ref pointed to the spot yet you were confused as to why Mason was holding the ball, eventually walking over to place it down and stand over it.

Your heart was in your mouth, clearly he was doing this to prove a point to everyone even though there was no need as it was a private thing and all you could do was watch on as Aaron walked over to Mason and talk to him, clearly trying to put him off but Mason looked too focused, like his words were going in one ear and out the other as he stared back at him with a smile but before long Aaron was stepping back behind his line.

No one screamed louder than you when the ball hit the back of the net, Aaron diving the wrong way so Mason could place it perfectly in the top corner and you watched as he ran over to him, laughing as he circled him before the rest of the Chelsea team surrounded Mason. He’d proved his point and won the game for his team, tears pooling in your eyes at the smile on his face as he looked up at you and pointed.

When the final whistle blew you let out a sigh of relief, watching him embrace his team before talking to the arsenal players. He went over to Aaron last, the pair of them embracing straight away and they stayed in each others arms as they spoke for a while, eventually patting each others backs as they made their way off the pitch with their arms over each others shoulders and hands over their mouths so no one could see what they were saying, but they were both smiling and that made you smile too, knowing their friendship was still intact after all of this.

You met Mason after the game when he came up to the box, and he greeted you with a big kiss and a cheeky smile. You hadn’t seen him look this happy in so long, and you felt your heart this as he rested his face into your hand.

‘Good game, Mase. Congratulations’

‘Thank you, beautiful’ he whispered before kissing you again gently. You knew you shouldn’t be kissing like this in front of everyone but you couldn’t help it, letting out a quiet moan as his tongue brushed against yours.

‘Get a room’ you heard Kai murmur as he walked passed and you pulled apart with a smile.

‘Are you and Aaron okay? What did he say to you?’ You asked and he nodded lightly before taking your hand so the pair of you could leave.

‘Before the pen he was telling me how embarrassing it’s gonna be when I see you after the game when he saves my shot and just a load of crap to get in my head but we’re fine. He apologised after for it and about all the other stuff in camp, but like you said he didn’t know so I can’t blame him too much. If anything it’s a compliment that I’ve managed to pull the girl all the others want’ he winked and you rolled your eyes as he bought you into his side.

‘Very funny. I’m just glad you two are friends again’ you smiled up at him and he kissed you on the head gently.

‘Yeah, me too. Now I hope you have something special up your sleeve for your match winning boyfriend’ he chuckled as you approached his car.

‘I’ll think of something on the way home’ you chuckled, placing a kiss on his cheek as you sat in your seat and watched him pass in front of the car with a huge smile on his face before sliding in besides you. ‘I’m really proud of you, Mase’

‘Why?’ He laughed, looking at you curiously but you shrugged your shoulders and looked out the front window.

‘I think you handled today really well, you didn’t let the pressure or anything he said get to you. You didn’t run around feeling everyone to fuck themselves either, like you were really mature’

‘Thank you, baby’ he laughed, reaching for your hand and kissing it lightly ‘I’m trying for you. Although I did tell Aaron to fuck himself but I did it quietly’ he winked.

‘Well it’s a start’ you reasoned, and with a final kiss he was driving you home back to your perfect little bubble.

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didalexiabreakupwitholgayet · 16 days

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if the catalan national team became an official team, which players do you think would go play for it?

that's a really interesting question. i would imagine that a lot of players are cap-tied with spain already. so if the rules changed and the catalan national team was allowed to participate in FIFA/UEFA official competitions as a national member association, then i wonder how that would play out. (for those who don't know the selección catalana is affiliated with rfef as a regional football federation and can play in friendlies, etc. but can't be fielded as a team for the world cup, euros, etc.)

but let's just say that a one time change was allowed, hypothetically. then here's my list:

aitana bonmati - 100%, first one to sign up, visca catalunya

patri guijarro - she's got the license already

claudia pina - hell yeah. she hates madrid and would love to kick butt in a spain v. catalunya match up

ona batlle - montse gives her the serious ick

laia aleixandri - she and her bestie ona can room together

leila ouahabi - man city already spilled the beans and it appears leila will be one of the players named to the team now, so she would join for sure because the vibes are immaculate

alexia putellas - alexia would love to be the first ever two time world cup winner with two different nations (once with spain and once with catalunya)

jana fernandez - jana goes where her mother goes (alexia)

vicky lopez - vicky also goes where her mother goes (alexia) and she's got to have a youth license, no?

marta torrejon - she's down for a good time. let her play against cgh for kicks

andrea pereira - every team needs a clown

gotta throw in all the barça b babies too!

martina fernández

lucia corrales

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ona baradad

julia bartel

can we get the mallorquinas (cata y mariona) licenses too? maybe that's pushing the envelope...but damn this team would slap!

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sethsclearwater · 7 months

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synopsis: embry forgets to let reader know he shares thoughts with the pack. reader finds out and is fuming the whole pack knows about their sex life but quickly realizes she has a kink for everyone knowing embry owns her

warnings: smut, dom!embry, sub!reader, and a lil bit of angst

word count: 2.88k

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you were at emily young’s house, putting away the groceries you had ordered for her so she’d have a full fridge to come back to when she got back from her brief weekend getaway with sam. you had just sat down at her kitchen table when quil and jacob had come trampling into the house in a flurry of hoots and hollars about something you couldn’t quite make out.

“y/n!” jacob exclaimed when he saw you, immediately coming to sit in the chair next to you as you raised your eyebrows at him expectantly, not sure what all the commotion was about, “you seriously gotta tell embry to keep his thoughts under control, that man thinks of some wild shit with you in bed,” he laughed, leaning back in the chair as quil also let out a loud laugh as he came to sit down across the table from you.

you frowned, not totally sure what they were talking about, “his thoughts to himself?” you asked with a soft laugh while you thought through how on earth he was going to explain that stupidity.

“his thoughts,” jake started with a soft laugh, “he needs to keep them to himself cause we can see everything in that man’s head,” he explained, both him and quil letting out loud laughs as they watched your expression go from calm to thoroughly disturbed and shocked.

“you can hear his thoughts?” you started just as the man of the hour came inside breathlessly, immediately looking over at you with a sympathetic look on his face.

“duh,” quil laughed, grabbing one of the muffins from the pile in the middle of the table to pick at while they explained themselves to you.

you frowned, looking over at embry as you tried to process why on earth he failed to let you know that the entire pack could see and hear everything going on in his head which presumably included some rather intimate memories of you.

“y/n,” he started, stepping over to you but you just frowned, getting up from your chair and walked outside to get some fresh air before you went off on him in front of the entire pack.

embry was quick to follow you outside as quil and jacob both realized they spilled the beans on the whole mind reading thing to you, “babe,” embry started again as he caught up to you, sliding his hand over your hip so he could get in front of you, “i’m sorry,” he said after a moment, gently resting his other hand on your hip so he could at least somewhat hold you in place while he explained himself to you.

before he could continue, you cut him off, “you didn’t think to tell me all of those idiots can see our entire sex life from your perspective?” you started, glaring up at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, frowning as you tried to figure out how to even begin to process everything.

embry let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head, “i honestly didn’t even think of it as something to tell you,” he said after a moment, “we can all see and hear each other's thoughts when we’re shifted and that includes sam, paul, and jared,” he added, his features softening as he took in your hurt expression, “so everyone has seen emily, rachel, and kim like that too,” he explained, gently squeezing your hips when you didn’t respond to him after a moment, just frowning as you glared up at him.

“‘m really sorry pretty thing,” he murmured after a moment, “i honestly just forgot about it because it’s so normal to me i forgot you wouldn’t know about that,” he explained again and you nodded, letting out a heavy sigh as you realized he was definitely right. he’d never done anything to intentionally hurt you and didn’t have any kind of track record of lying to you so you were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he didn’t have any ill intent withholding that information from you.

you let out another soft sigh, allowing your shoulders to drop as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug, “i’m so sorry,” embry murmured against your hair, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close to him.

the two of you took a few deep breaths together before you broke the silence when you peeked up at him, “can we go home? i don’t wanna be here right now,” you asked softly, letting out a sigh of relief when he quickly nodded, reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants to fish out the car keys before he was letting you go from his grip so the two of you could get in the car.

the ride back to your apartment was mostly silent but you did allow him to keep your fingers intertwined with his free hand, occasionally offering his hand a gentle squeeze to reassure him you weren’t going to lose your shit over this. although you were most definitely beyond irritated that he didn’t tell you, you knew he was notoriously more anxious and in tune with his emotions than any of your previous relationships so you always tried your best to reassure him everything was okay where you could.

once the two of you had gotten back into your apartment, you took a seat on the couch, allowing embry to come sit next to you, “so can you tell me what they saw?” you asked softly after a moment, allowing him to intertwine your fingers with his again as he took a moment to think about his response.

he let out a soft sigh, only starting to explain himself when you gave his hand a soft, reassuring squeeze, “pretty much everything,” he murmured, letting out a heavy sigh as he anxiously ran his fingers through his hair with his free hand, “they can see pretty much everything from my perspective,” he added after a moment, cautiously watching your expression to get a better read of you.

you frowned, “have they said anything about it? or like are you all just pretending you don’t see that? because this whole thing seems really weird em,” you started, soothingly running your free hand up and down his sweatpant-clad thigh.

embry let out another heavy sigh, looking from your hands then back up to you, “no they don’t really say anything about it,” he murmured, “i would’ve seen if they did,” he added softly, watching your expression nervously.

it was like a lightbulb went off in your head then and you got the brilliant idea to get back at jake and quil for being so fucking nosey. “well can you tell me what you were thinking about that made jake and quil so riled up?” you asked softly, sliding your hand up his thigh a bit as you peeked up at him.

embry looked a bit taken aback by your question, “you wanna know what i was thinking about?” he repeated, slowly nodding when you nodded, offering him a small smile, “can i ask why?” he asked after a moment and you just let out a soft giggle, sitting up so you could move and straddle embry’s lap.

“well i was thinking,” you started, slowly running your fingers up his chest as you peeked up at him to see him watching you with curious eyes, “we might as well give ‘em something to talk about if they were gonna do it anyways,” you finished, gently biting at your lower lip as you waited for his response.

despite your initial mortification about the whole ordeal, you were suddenly starting to see just how much you enjoyed the idea of the entire pack knowing just how much embry owned you.

embry let out a breathy laugh after a moment, nodding as he slid his hands up your thighs to grab your hips, “well i think i should show you what i was thinking about then, yea?” he asked, mischief coating his tone that had you giggling and nodding, happy to know he was just as down to go along with your little payback plan on the pack.

embry was the first to make a move, sliding one hand up your back so he could knot his fingers in your hair and pull you over to kiss him. you were nothing if not compliant, quickly melting against his lips as you ground your hips down against his, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you.

embry didn’t waste any time, sliding his free hand under your shirt so he could tug it up and over your head, tossing it to the side before he was reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and add that to your discarded pile of clothes, “so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured before he was palming one breast in his hand while he latched onto your nipple with his mouth, swirling slow, tight circles against the sensitive bud.

you let out a loud moan, dropping your head back as you knotted your fingers into his hair, pulling his head down closer to your breasts as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, knowing how much you loved that.

“fuck embry-” you whined, grinding your hips down against his as he just barely grazed his teeth against your nipple, sending your brain into a tizzy as the pleasure coursed through your body. you could hardly wait anymore, the pulsing need in your core having you in a near frenzy as you desperately unknotted your fingers from his hair in favor of running them down his chest to find the band of his sweatpants, desperately tugging against the thin band there.

embry let out a breathy chuckle when he felt your hands, lifting his head from your breast so he could look you up and down, “easy babe,” he cooed, sliding his hands down to your hips so he could lift you off his lap and lay you down on the couch, smiling down at you when he saw the pout on your lips, “‘m comin’” he reassured, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips before he was getting up and pulling his sweatpants and boxers off, kicking them to the side.

you let out a soft sigh as you took his figure in, looking from his broad shoulders down his abdomen where he had a small happy trail leading down to his hardened cock. he laughed softly when he saw what you were doing, leaning forward so he could undo the button and zipper on your shorts, helping you kick them off before he was settling back between your thighs, “such a good girl,” he praised softly, running his free hand in between your thighs, just barely grazing over your clit, chuckling when you let out a loud whine, wanting more pressure against the bud.

“take it easy,” he cooed, pressing a soft, almost teasing kiss to your lips as he parted your slick folds with his fingers, gathering some of the slick you had produced there before he was swirling his finger around your aching entrance.

you whined, barely refraining from taking his hand and pressing his fingers into you yourself, “embry please-” you whimpered, dropping your head back as you sucked in deep lungfuls of air. embry just let out a breathy chuckle, slowly dipping two fingers inside of you, already knowing you loved the feeling of him stretching you out.

he barely gave you a moment to stretch around his fingers before he was scissoring them inside you, almost immediately having you a whining, moaning mess underneath him. he dropped his head down so he could begin softly kissing your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there for just enough time to make sure he’d have you marked up come morning, “you can take it,” he encouraged when he began curling his fingers inside of you, sending another wave of pleasure up your spine that had you whimpering underneath him.

you slid your hands up his sides, knotting one of your hands in his hair while the other pulled him down closer to you so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your whines as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you, “such a good job,” he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he pulled his fingers out of you, seeming to be satisfied with how much he stretched you out.

you whined at the loss of him, immediately loosening your grip on his neck so you could look at him, “you’re okay,” he cooed with a soft laugh, “‘m comin’” he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips before he was wrapping his hand around his length to pump himself a few times.

he guided his length between your folds, rocking his hips between your folds a few times to coat his length in your slick so you’d have an easier time taking him, “em-” you whined loudly, tugging him back down to you when he finally lined the tip of his cock up with your hole, “please,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could not-so-subtly push his hips closer to yours and help squeeze the tip of his cock into your channel when you decided he was moving at a pace you deemed too slow.

embry refrained from rolling his eyes and reprimanding you for being so bratty, instead just bucking his hips into yours, sheathing his entire length in you in one thrust, the action quickly quieting any additional complaints from you, “there you go,” embry teased, kissing the crook of your neck as he allowed you a moment to stretch around him, knowing you were likely a little more than caught off guard with him thrusting into you with so little warning.

you sucked in a few deep breaths, closing your eyes as you took a few moments to relish in the feeling of him stretching out your walls so deliciously. “now you gonna be good for me and let me fuck you for a little while?” he asked after a moment, lifting his head so he could scan your face as he waited for your response.

you nodded, “gonna be your good girl,” you confirmed, your features softening as you looked up at him, absolutely loving the intimacy of the moment.

embry offered you a soft smile, “good,” he cooed before he was drawing his hips back and thrusting into you with a steady pace, rolling his hips against your with each thrust so he could make sure he was brushing up against that particularly sensitive spot inside you with every movement.

soft moans were escaping your lips as you allowed him to pick up the pace a bit, his thrusts beginning to get rougher and rougher as the two of you felt the pleasure in your bodies building, “you like everyone knowing i own you?” he gritted out, reaching his free hand down to roll your clit between his fingers when you took a moment too long to respond to him.

you let out a loud moan, gasping at the sensation, “yea-” you moaned, “love everyone knowin’ i‘m yours,” you whimpered, tightening your legs around his waist as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, fueled by your confirmation.

“that’s what i thought,” he gritted out, groaning when your walls fluttered around him as he pressed down on your clit again, both of you quickly realizing just how close to your highs you were, “you gonna cum on my cock? show everyone just how good my cock feels?” he asked breathlessly, rolling your clit between his fingers again when you nodded.

your loud moans, combined with the way your walls were tightening around him with each thrust had him teetering on the edge of his own orgasm, “cum on my cock pretty thing,” he encouraged, thanking his lucky stars you were so quick to comply with his demand as the coil in your belly snapped and you came undone on his cock, allowing him to meet his release as you met yours.

his thrusts slowed as he spilled his seed into your walls, both of you sucking in lungfuls of air as you worked to catch your breaths. “that was amazing,” embry murmured breathlessly as the two of you started to come down from your highs. he gently ran his hand up and down your side as he reoriented both of you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, “‘m sure that’ll give ‘em plenty to talk about,” embry teased, both of you letting out soft laughs before he was slowly getting out from between your thighs to clean you up.

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starfxkr · 8 days

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Just an idea but… poguebunny!reader who is currently Wards sugar baby ends up married to him and it pisses Rafe off to no end. Mainly because he thinks that she wants him (she realizes this and decides to use it to get more money). Rafe thinks that the only reason she married the old bastard was to get close to him.

She doesn’t do anything with Rafe because she knows he’s a dumbass who’d spill the beans if she actually slept with him thus putting her bag in jeopardy

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if you knew the cameron family was full of suckers you would have made your move ages ago. it was almost embarrassingly easy to get rose out of the way, a couple weeks as a cart girl had ward eating out the palm of your hand.

it was the "whirlwind romance" of the century throughout the whole island-- a 20 something year old pogue getting entangled with the richest man on the island. you knew what people were saying and they weren't wrong, but you knew how to play the game and you played it well. that's why you were currently lounging on a chaise in your massive room in Tannyhill and they weren't.

the only problem was rafe.

he'd been chasing after you since high school, itching to play captain save-a-hoe and rescue you from the section 8 slums. but now you were his new stepmom and he's going crazy.

when he bursts into your room you don't even flinch. ward's gone on business for a couple weeks doing who cares what, so rafe takes this as an opportunity to fuck with you. like always.

"look duchess, you can cut the act alright? my dad's gone and it's just us. I'm tired of playing these games with you."

you sigh, "what games rafe?"

"d-don't act dumb aight? it doesn't suit you. I know you want me but dating the old man is a batshit way to get my attention."

you just stare at him blankly and he keeps going, "what is it money? because I got it too and no it's not my dad's I-i-i got my own business ventures."

"rafe-"

"can't be dick either, you need somebody who can match your stamina and I know he ain't cuttin it sweetness cmon, he doesn't have to know."

you sit up, you could double your bag if you played this right.

and you always play it right.

"look rafe, you know I want you baby but I gotta make sure I'm secure first. and I can't trust you not to run game on me."

"all that shit's behind me baby look," he sits across from you on your seat and you notice how blown his pupils are, "just gimme some time it'll be me and you yeah?"

it's almost impossible to fight the urge to roll your eyes and you don't want to agitate him in his likely coked out state so you smile instead, "when you prove it to me, I'll believe it."

"I'll prove that shit right now, get some clothes on I'll take you shopping."

"...alright, alright but you better act right."

he lifts his hands in agreement, nodding his head rapidly, "promise you I will duchess, now cmon can't I get a little kiss?"

again you fight the urge to grimace, giving him a soft kiss on this lips, fighting a disgusted shudder when he groans.

who knew tricking ran in the family.

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #pogue!bunny!reader #🫘 anon

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, sex in Spider-Man Suit, back door eating. This is my longest chapter but I hope you guys enjoy!

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

“Why are we up this early?” Erica asks as she slows down. You stop and cross your arms over your chest. “You dragged me out of my warm bed, out of my warm pajamas and out of our warm apartment, and you’re asking why we’re up early. Girl go to he-“

You both jump when you see something swing by you. You realize who it was and hide your smile. “You think he ever goes to sleep? Spider-Man I mean.” Erica asks as she sits down on a bench.

“Yeah, I mean I’m sure he does. Plus he’s got family…I assume.” You say as you take a seat beside her. “You know, I think he’s a cool guy. Dennis is a huge fan. On our second date he spilled the beans on having a small Spider-Man action figure collection.”

“I gotta tell Miguel.” You say making Erica give you a funny look. “Oh because Miguel is a huge fan too, I was saying I gotta tell him so him and Dennis can hang out more.” You lie. Erica agrees and leans back. “T?”

“Yeah?” You look over at your friend and she was just staring at the morning sky for a moment. “I feel like such a terrible friend for not asking this for a few months but how have you been?” That question sort of caught you off guard.

“I’ve been good.” She looks at you and shakes her head. “I know you T. We grew up on the block together. So stop lying. It’s me.” It was your turn to look at the sky.

“I’ve been, getting better. From the attack from a while back, to the nightmares and shit the old wounds from my parents. It’s been chipping away at my mind, E.” She nudges you with her shoulder. “You know I’ll listen to you, for free. At least this time, next time I gotta charge you.” She jokes. You smile and lean your head on her shoulder. “You know you’re my best friend, you’re practically my sister.”

Erica gives you a side hug. “I keep telling you we might have been separated at birth. Watch I bet you, our real parents are out there in the multiverse looking for us.” You sit up and give a slight frown. “E, that’s oddly specific.” She just shrugs. “Yeah but now we wasted enough time to get our black cracks back to the apartment and eat. I hope you’re cooking.” Erica asks as she helps you up off of the bench.

“Girl I cooked last time it’s your turn.” She sucks her teeth. “I did cook, what do you mean?” You scoff at her comment. “You cooked last month, so now it’s your turn, hurry up now woman I’m starving my stomach is touching my back.” You flick her ear and take off running as you feel her running after you. “Tommie Valentine! You heifer I’m gonna drop kick you across Nueva York for that!”

••••

“If I lie about not having something to wear then maybe I don’t have to go…man Mr Stark would probably tell me to show up in a trash bag just to show my face.” You say as you pull up the weeds in the garden.

“Baby cakes what are you mumbling about?” You turn to your grandmother and sigh. “I’m just talking to myself. I just…I really don’t want to go to that dinner in two days.” You groan as you sit in the dirt. “Is this that same dinner that that no good girl invited you to?” You nod.

“Oh you have to go to that. And before you whine and ask why. I want you to go there with your shoulders rolled back, your head held high and let that little uppity heifer know who you are. If there is one thing I know about this family, we don’t back down. We don’t cower. We stand and we make our enemies shiver. Now I know Miguel is going with you, right?”

“Yes ma’am. I guess I can show off a little. Let Dana know that he’s with me.” Your grandmother raises a brow at you and nods. “I guess I can finally tell you this little story. Come on and scoot your tush.” You move over a bit and your grandmother sits down beside you.

“Now, when I was about sixteen I had met your grandfather. He was sweet to a lot of the girls in the neighborhood, which didn’t bother me because we weren’t together. But when he did start to court me, I had gotten word that he was talking to this other girl. Her name was Rebecca Goldstein. Boy that girl was a mean as a rattle snake. Tell you the truth I don’t know why that man even dated that little snake. Anyways, it was the word around town how she wanted him to dump me so she could be with him.”

“What did you do?” You ask as you lean your hands on your thighs. She smiled at you. “I told him that if he wanted to be with that girl he could go. I wasn’t going to be in competition for someone I’m getting to know. I have other suitors. That last part was true, I had six other boys waiting for their turn to talk to me. And your grandfather, he hated the thought that he had boys wanting me so he waited until after school, and stood in the middle of Wally Banks Field and told Rebecca off. He thought that was it but that, excuse my language baby cakes, bitch decided she wanted to make my life miserable. Well she had something else coming when she decided to push me down some stairs at school. I turn around and I punched her right in her left green eye. I had a daddy, who didn’t play about his kids. So he taught us all how to fight. Anyways Rebecca never bothered me again.”

“Should I hit Dana?” You ask hoping secretly that she’ll say yes. “No, baby cakes. Don’t hit her, unless she puts her hands on you first then you lay her little crack out on that waxed floor. But what I’m saying is, let her see what real class is. Because from what you told me she sounds like she doesn’t have a lick of it.”

“I will, grandma. I will. Well do you think this weekend you’ll be ready to meet Miguel’s mom?” You ask as you help your grandmother up out of the dirt. “Of course, I’ve spoken to her on the phone and she seems like such a sweet woman. Now make sure Miguel brings her those strawberries in the fridge. I gave her a nice batch.”

“I will, promise…and grandma?” You ask as you dust off your overalls. “Yes baby?” You look down at your sneakers and then back up at her. “Can you teach me that punch you landed on Rebecca Goldstein?” You made your grandmother burst out in laughter. “Yes I’ll teach you just incase you need to use it. Now when you make that fist don’t cup your thumb….”

•••

You were in your car about to drive home when you got a call from Miguel. You press the answer button and greet him. “Hey baby, how are you?”

“Estoy bien, mi amor. Cómo estás?” He replies.

“I’m good, I’m just leaving my grandparents house, I have the strawberries for your mom. My grandmother said to remind you to bring them to her.”

“I will, amor. I will. I just wanted to ask you something important.” You sit up in your seat. “Sure, what’s your question?” You didn’t know what to expect but you were prepared.

“Well it’s nothing too crazy, but would you like to go out with me tonight? I know you’ve been busy at work and I’ve been busy in the lab as well as doing the Spider-Man thing so we haven’t spent much time together other than sleeping.” You smile at his question. “Why yes Miguel, I would love to go out with you tonight. Should I wear something special?”

“How about you wear that dress you wore for your vacation? I’ll wear a dashing suit and we can go to this quiet restaurant, I booked it just for us tonight.”

“Well that settles it, yes I will go out with you tonight and I’ll wear that gorgeous dress. I will admit it’s been a while since you’ve worn a suit…makes me want to play your naughty secretary.” You tease. “Amor, if you keep talking like that I might just fulfill your wishes for that request.”

“Oh really? Well then we will be taking dessert home, after dinner.”

“Mi corazón, let’s get off the phone before I find you and do some ungodly things to you in that car. Now I’ll see you tonight. I’ll pick you up from your apartment at 7:30 and we will go to the restaurant right after.”

“I can’t wait. Alright I need to drive so I’ll see you soon, I love you.” He tells you he loves you back and you both hang up.

As you drive your car, you smile to yourself because you feel blessed to have the life you have. Sure it wasn’t perfect but it was good. You had amazing friends, you had your grandparents in your life and you had Miguel.

You drive for a little and soon you see the ice cream parlor on the side. You decide to stop and grab some ice cream for the apartment. When you make it inside you see Mary-Anne. “Hi Tommie, what can I get for you?”

“I’m going to take a half a quart home, I’ll do chocolate Carmen swirl for the first half and for the second I’ll do strawberry cluster crunch.”

“I’ll get that ready for you. So how have your grandparents been?” She asks as she gets the container ready. “They’ve been good. They have an anniversary coming up soon. So I’ll be sure to get them a cake from here.”

“Oh that’s nice. I’ll make sure to make it special. You know the funny thing is I was just talking to my husband the other day and he had mentioned how your family has always supported our business. I remember when your grandparents use to bring your dad and how your parents use to bring you. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few years you brought your kids here too.”

“Honestly I can see that. When Miguel and I have our kids, I want them to have their first sugar cone here like I did.”

“Oh dear I remember that. You were this little chubby thing just making a whole mess at the table and your parents were rushing to get napkins because you got the ice cream all over the place.” You smile at that and look up. “Can you add a malt shake too? I want to make a small stop before I get home.”

“Sure thing. I’ll even put the extra malt on the side for you with a spoon.” You tell her thank you and you look out the glass window.

Nueva York was and is a beautiful place. You pretty much had no desire to move from this place because it was home. Yes it had is ups and downs but hell it was home.

When your order was all set you pay and you get your stuff. As you secure your items, you drink the malt shake and give a sad smile. “Two more stops.”

You had parked your car and grabbed the flowers from your front seat. As you walk down to your parents plots you inhale the scent of the flowers. They were a mixed assortment, of roses, daises, and other floral flowers. As soon as you see their headstone you kneel down and place the flowers down.

“Hi mom, hi dad. I know I haven’t came to visit in a while. But I have so much to tell you. Hmm where can I begin? Well I am still working for Mr Stark but he’s nicer these days. I think it’s because he goes to see his wife more often. I still have all of my friends. I remember what you told me mom, you said that I didn’t have to be friends with everyone just get a small group of friends and make sure to keep them close. Oh! Grandma’s garden is doing great. We just planted melon so those should be sprouting in a few weeks. I had an accident but I’m okay. Physically anyways. Mentally I’m a bit of a mess. But I’m going to therapy again so it’s helping. My last session basically was an eye opener that I need to let myself be happy with whatever outcome comes my way. And that I’m not going to do things perfectly every time. That session also reminded me how much I missed you. And I do, everyday. But when I find myself being sad I remind myself that you’re with me in little ways. Like when I see butterflies I know you’re there mom. And when I see owls I know you’re close by dad. There’s that…well actually, I think the biggest news I have to tell you is I met someone. His name is Miguel O’Hara. You two would’ve loved him, not because he’s smart but he treats me amazingly. He…he is so sweet to me and he’s patient. He’s strong and…I look up to him. Because he is just, incredible. Someday I’ll tell him, but for now I’ll just watch and see how he handles a situation. Hopefully I can bring him here to meet you two. The funny thing mom and dad is I know he won’t think this is strange. I know he’ll be polite and talk to you like I’m talking to you right now. He’s sweet that way. Honestly I can’t wait for that man to ask me to be his wife. I don’t think I’ll let him finish the sentence before I say yes…” You smile at that and wipe a tear away.

“Mom, dad? Um…I know you two were into science and all, and I know I should think logically but I think…I think a part of me is missing. Like I feel like I had a life before this one. And it was just snatched away from me. I could just be talking but I still feel it in my heart.” You glance at the headstone and let another tear fall. “Well I should get going, I have ice cream in the car and I don’t want it to melt. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” You press your fingers to your lips and press them to the headstone, telling your parents goodbye and you stand up.

It felt good coming to their grave. And from how clean it looked you can tell that your grandparents definitely came by not too long ago and cleaned up. You walk back to your car and when you get inside you sit there for a moment. Soaking in silence and you lean your head against the steering wheel and you let out a small cry.

Not because you’re sad, but because you’re finally feeling somewhat better after all these years. The only puzzle piece you’re working on is why do you feel like a part of you is missing, or a memory?

••••

You were dressed in the beautiful red dress you had once wore before. You had golden heels and jewelry to match. As you look at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but to spray a bit of perfume between your breasts and put a little on your ankles. You knew what would happen after dinner so might as well be prepared.

As you gather your long curls you decide to style it with a scarf. You pull it high and tie it with a black hair tie, and then you take your scarf and you wrap it around your curly makeshift bun, letting some of your curls out and tucking some under. Once it’s tied you nod in approval.

“Damn, you look good.” You smirk at yourself as you turn and look back at your plumb bottom. “This man probably won’t be able to keep his hands off of me, and I’m here for it.” You chuckle to yourself and you walk out of the bathroom.

You get whistled from Erica from the couch and Milo walks over wrapping his tail around your leg. “Miguel gonna be eating tonight and I’m not talking about food.” Erica jokes as she looks at you.

“Honestly, I hope so. And if I don’t come home right away you know why.” You tell her as you scoop Milo up and pass him back to Erica. She makes a face. “You little nasty heifer….lemme not talk, Dennis was pounding my walls loose during my break.” You both laugh at that and you grab your purse as you heard knocking.

“Be right there!” You call out as you grab your keys. When you open the door your heart was pounding hard in your chest.

Miguel looked suave in his suit. It was black on black with a velvet red tie. He seems to stop and stare at you as well. “Hola mi amor.” He takes your hand and he kisses it which makes you weak in the knees.

You guys have been in a relationship for over nine months and yet this man still makes it feel like the first time. “Te ves muy guapo, Miguel.” You tell him as you kiss his cheek. “Amor, your Spanish has gotten better. Oh hello Erica, hello Milo.” You turn and see Erica and Milo looking at the two of you.

“Hi Miguel. Now you make sure you bring Tommie back home, don’t try any funny stuff. And her curfew is at midnight. If she’s not back by then I’m calling the cops. And Milo is my witness. Right Milo?” The little traitor actually meowed on cue too.

“Get! Go get out of my face. Come on Miguel.” You close the door on them and Miguel was laughing at the interaction. “What can I say, she’s my bodyguard. And Milo too.”

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Miguel offers his arm to you and you take it. “I’m ready.”

Once you two are outside, and in the car, he takes your hand and he drives. “How was your day, amor?” Miguel takes a left turn and you look at him for a second.

“It was good. I helped with my grandma’s garden. My grandpa said for you to come over for his football party next Sunday. And after I grabbed some ice cream and visited my parents graves. It was nice.”

“Parece que tuviste un buen día. Estoy feliz, mi amor.” He takes a left turn and you squeeze his hand. “Yeah, and I was thinking about something about you coming with me next time I go to visit them. My parents I mean. Then again you probably think that’s stup-”

“It’s not. They are special to you which means they are special to me. Yes I will come with you next time. I’ll bring flowers.” Right in that moment, when Miguel looked at you as he stopped at the red light you knew.

You knew what life would be like with him, and you couldn’t wait for the day to say I do. You lean over and you place your hand on his cheek then kiss him. He returned the kiss and you make sure you get your lipstick off of his lips.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.” You apologized. “Don’t be, amor. If I didn’t make these reservations I’d take you somewhere more private.” You roll your eyes but smile. “Drive the car, Miguel.”

“As you wish, mi princesa.” He drives as the light turns green and you two sit there in peaceful silence all the way to the restaurant.

When you arrive Miguel holds the passenger door open for you and he holds out his hand. You take it and as you get out of the car you look at the restaurant and it looks familiar.

“Have we been here before?” You ask as he leads you to the front entrance. “No, amor unless you’ve been here with someone else.” You shake your head. “No, never. This place just looks so familiar.” As you two walk inside you smell the food and your stomach gives away at hunger and growls. You clear your throat to make sure no one heard that but from Miguel’s smirk, you’re sure he did.

“Hello Mr O’Hara. Please this way.” An older gentleman says escorting the both of you to your table. You follow and as you do you look at the decor. It gave off a vibe similar to the places Miguel had taken you when you two went to that island for vacation.

As you two were seated you the older gentleman lets you two look over the menu and he left shortly after. “Miguel, how did you find this place?”

“Well, amor. I remember you telling me how much you enjoyed the food during our vacation so I made some calls and I found this place. The owner here is from that island. And I figured you’d want a piece of vacation here until we can go back.”

This man is perfect, he simply puts every other man you’ve ever dated to shame.

“Miguel….” You feel tears falling threatening to fall and Miguel moves around the table and kisses you. “Perdoname mi Amor. No quise hacerte llorar.” He says as he kisses your tears away. “It’s not tears of sadness. I’m happy. No one has ever done that for me. I’m just…baby I’m so happy.” You smile at him and he flicks your tears away and kisses you once more.

“You deserve all of this, amor. Every bit of happiness you deserve.” Miguel goes to sit down but he stops while looking at his watch.

“Amor, I will be right back, I promise.” You nod and as he walks past, you sit there still happy. You know what he has to do in the night time, and you understood.

“Amor?” You turn and Miguel was on one knee. Your heart skipped several beats. “You didn’t think I’d leave you like that did you?” He asks with a sparkle in his hazel eyes. Your throat was dry so all you could do was shrug and a laugh escaped your lips.

“Tommie Valentine, I knew the very moment I saw you in that hallway talking to your roommate. I knew when you smiled at me whenever I walked past, I knew the very moment when your water bottle had rolled in front of me that I wanted you to be my wife. I love hearing your voice. I love seeing you smile. I even love when you’re angry with me because I know you care. When I wake up besides you in the morning I fall in love with you all over again because you…you are my heart in human form. I want to have children with you, grow old with you and watch our grandchildren while we sit back and continue to love each other. There is no other woman I want in my life as my partner but you. So if you’ll do me the honors of becoming Mrs. Tommie O’Hara.”

Miguel takes out a small box and when he opens it you see a ring with a red diamond in the center.

God you hated that you were full of tears tonight because you were crying again. “Y-yes. Miguel I will marry you.” He slides the ring on your finger and the staff around you claps and congratulates the two of you. He stands up as well as you and you two embrace.

You kiss him all over his face and hug him tight. “Thank god I’m wearing waterproof mascara.” You say with a laugh as you wipe your tears. “I’m just happy they’re tears of joy. Wait they are tears of joy right amor?” You give a playful roll of your eyes at him.

“Yes, baby. Now let me just go freshen up a bit.” You ask where the bathroom is and you quickly go inside.

After you freshen up you wash your hands and you look at the ring. It perfectly sat on your finger as if it belonged there. “Tommie O’Hara…” You whisper to yourself as a smile crawled across your face.

You hear a gentle knock and you knew who it was. You open the bathroom door and Miguel steps in. “Are you okay, amor?”

“I’m fine, just still feeling the shock of all of this…are you sure you want me to be your wife?” You ask just to be sure. He pulls you in close and kisses you passionately, causing the air in your lungs to cluster. “Yes, I do.” He says as he kisses your bottom lip and you remember to breathe. “You, you smell really good.” You comment as you wrap your arms around him.

“No, that’s you.” He leans down and he inhaled your scent, letting a soft moan escape. “You know what that perfume does to me, mi corazón.” He says as he trails a finger between your breasts. You bite your bottom lip and flutter your lashes at him. “Why what ever do you mean, Mr O’Hara?”

He doesn’t crack a smile he simply lifts you up and places you on the sink. He then places his hands on the side of your thighs and leans in. “Sabes exactamente lo que quiero decir, Tommie.” He leans in again, his nose brushing against your pulse and he moans. “Coconut milk and amber. You know that scent is my favorite. You little tease.” Without looking away he uses his web to make the door stick so no one would walk in.

“You know I really like your nose.” You tell him as you bump yours against his. He gives a slight laugh and he tips your chin up. “I bet you like it for more that what you see.” He says as he parts your legs and steps further. You nod pulling him down by his red velvet tie. “I’m not wearing anything under this.” His eyes roll Hazel and when they settle they were red.

“I was going to wait until we left for dessert, but I have a sweet tooth right now.” Miguel hikes up your dress and he gets on his knees.

You giggle as you spread your legs wide for him and your run your fingers through his black hair. With his ring finger and middle finger he slides them inside of you and he gently suck’s your clit. Causing your head to rest on the mirror behind you.

“Mr O’Hara, if we stay in here too long we could get in t…trouble.” You whimper out as he shakes his head and does a come here motion inside of you. He replies with a moan and you move your hips a little feeling good.

He gives a nice suck to your clit and he lets his spit cover your lips as he further wets his fingers with your cunt. “Oh shit.” You moan as you part your legs wider. Miguel takes his free hand and he places your leg on his shoulder, making his tongue replace his fingers and his nose grinds against your clit.

“Shit, just like that, Miguel. Just like that, make me come. I want to come for you.” You moan as he continue to penetrate you with his tongue. Your instincts kicks in and your grab his head and start fucking his face.

You didn’t want him to stop, hell you didn’t even care of anyone had managed to open the door and walk in on your two. You just want this man, your future husband to make you come. He looks up at you and when his eyes fluttered shut as he used his spit to against your clit you gripped his hair and you smothered him with your cunt.

You bite your lip and grunt out a few swear words as you come on his pretty lips. When he finally was allowed some air, he had smoothed his hair back and he licked his wet lips.

“God I can’t believe I get to eat this sweet pussy for the rest of my life.” He gets up off of his knees and you see him unbuckling his belt.

You help him with his pants and boxers and he bites his tie as he slides inside of you. “Haré esto rápido, mi amor.” Miguel says with the tie still in his mouth.

He pins your legs up as he gets in deep and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You reach behind him and grab his ass and you pull him deeper. The both of you still for a second but when you release your bottom lip from your teeth he starts to move quickly.

The way his dick would fill you up and make your body tingle was heaven. You couldn’t wait to leave out of this restaurant so you two could fuck each other brains out over and over again.

He spits his tie out of his mouth and he leans in kissing your neck. His lips then brush against your ear, making you want to make a mess all over his dick and legs. However what he said next, sure enough caused a waterfall on that sink.

“I don’t get to fuck my pretty girl anymore. No I get to fuck my pretty wife. I get to fuck my pretty wife while she squeezes her pretty pussy all over her husbands dick.” You let out a groan and he places a hand over your mouth as he goes faster, making your head bump the mirror.

“I’m gonna make my pretty wife come so much tonight I want the sheets soaked. Shit I want the neighbors jealous hearing us. Quieres eso mi amor? Quieres que los vecinos estén celosos de nosotros?” You nod as you be pounds you faster causing the sink to rock.

He places his thumb against your clit and without another word from him you feel yourself coming. You bite down on his hand to keep from screaming in pleasure and you feel his movements get sloppy and when he comes inside of you you grab his ass to make sure not a single drop is spilled out.

When you two finally relax, he slides out of you and he kisses you. “Mmm, princesa. You have no idea what you do to me. Damn.” Miguel helps you off of the sink and as you go to clean up he stops you. “Oh no, amor. I want what I put inside of you to drip out while we have dinner. And when we’re done I’m going to take you to a hotel and I’m going to keep fucking you until you want me to stop.” He says as he whispers in your ear. You smirk at him and nod. “Alright Mr O’Hara. Anything you say.” You walk to the door and he snaps his webs off and opens the door for you. “After you, Mrs O’Hara…”

••••

The next morning you had used your wobbly legs and went to the bathroom. After your long night you had plenty of hickies and bruises on your skin. But they were worth it. After you use the bathroom you peek out into the room and see Miguel was sleeping soundly.

You tip toe past him and grab your phone. It was a little after after six am but you couldn’t hold in the news as you did a group video chat.

Erica, Monica and Jerry all picked up. Grumpy and tired but you didn’t care. “Girl you better be dying, calling us at the ass crack of dawn.” Monica said as she laid back down.

“I don’t even think the lord is awake listening to prayers right now.” Erica comments as she yawns. “It’s not like the lord listens to you anyways E.” Jerry says as he fixes his bonnet. “Bitc-”

You interrupt by showing them your ring and they all gasp, fully awake. “Oh my god!!”

“Girl! Are you for real?! Tell me you’re for real!”

“Please make sure your wedding is gonna have an open bar because we have to turn up!”

All of your friends were excited as you smile.

“We’re setting the date for next year, I want to plan it in Black Coast Island. I want everyone to come and I know this isn’t traditional, but can you guys be my bridesmaids Jerry you’d be my groomsman.”

They all say yes without hesitation. “Girl

I gotta make sure my stuff if packed I’ll call y’all later.” Monica gets up saying turning on her light.

“Girl the wedding ain’t until next year.” Eric’s tells her. “Okay? I like to be early now see you all later.” She hangs up with hangs up the entire call and you laugh sending them a talk to you later text.

After you finish cleaning up you step out of the bathroom only to see Miguel standing there with his hands above the door frame.

This man, this fine ass man is really going to be your husband next year? Jesus!

“Good morning, princesa.” Miguel says as he cups your face and kisses your lips. “Mmm,

Good morning, handsome.” He leans you against the wall, biting your lip and resting his head against yours.

“Baby, I need to get ready for work. I’m going in later.” Miguel shakes his head and engulfs you in his arms. “Call out, amor. I want to spoil you today.” He says as he pouts. “Don’t do that, you know I’m weak when you do that.”

“Please? For me, mi corazón?” He begs. You almost crack, but you buried your face in his and shake your head. “I have to go, it’s going to be busy because of the dinner tomorrow.” You look up and Miguel was still pouting.

“Okay, but I have you for another two more hours let’s go back to sleep.” You shake you head. “No, because three hours ago you said that and I wound up with my legs behind my head.” Miguel bites his bottom lip smiling.

“I didn’t know you were that flexible, amor. We should try that position more often.” He goes to pick you up but you deadweight yourself and step back. “Come on, let’s get ready, I know you have work today too.” You pat his chest and he huffs.

“Fine, me prepararé ahora.” You get on tippy toe and kiss his cheek. “If it helps you can pick me up after work.” Miguel’s eyes lights up after that suggestion. “Sí! Eso será perfecto! I’m going to take you somewhere special. And don’t ask where it’s a surprise.” You smile up at him and nod. “I wasn’t going to ask, now where did you put my dress?” You ask standing there in his shirt. “If I get it for you, can I get fifteen minutes?”

“Miguel! You know you don’t do anything in fifteen minutes.” You tell him. “This will be fifteen minutes, I promise.” You sigh but tell him yes. He points up and your dress was on the ceiling hanging by his web. “You really let those webs do their own thing.” You comment as he takes it down for you. “I know, and now…” Miguel hands you the dress and he holds you close. You expect him to try something but he doesn’t. He just holds you close and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you so much. So so much. You really are the best thing that’s happened to me, Tommie.” He says as he hums a familiar tune. “I love you too, Miguel.” You say as you smile and hold him tight.

If there was one thing Miguel knew, he knew how to show you he loved you even with a fifteen minute hug….

••••

“Mr Stark your wife is on the line.” You tell your boss and he quickly picks up the phone. Smiling like a child. “Hi…” He breathes out his greeting and you take that moment to leave his office before he tries to pile on more paper work in the last hour.

As you walk past you see Gregory and stop. “Gregory I’m going to head out for a quick bite, did you want anything?” He just gives you a polite smile and shakes his head. “No thank you, Miss Valentine. My wife is bringing me lunch today.”

“Oh, well I hope you enjoy your lunch. And please tell your wife I said hello.”

“I sure will. And congratulations.” You pause and Gregory points to your hand. “Oh, yes my fiancé proposed last night. And thank you so much.”

“Well I’ll let you go so you can get your food, do bring a jacket it’s a bit cold today.” You thank him for his suggestion and you go to your office and grab your light jacket.

Once outside you slip on your jacket and head to the cafe across the street. You’re thinking about getting a chocolate croissant and a Carmel matcha with extra cold foam.

As you walk someone collides into you. “Oh I’m so sorry.” You know the voice and you give her a fake smile, ignoring her apology. “Dana, what brings you here?”

“I’m just here because my father sent me in to make sure you and your boss will be coming tomorrow.”

Hmm that could’ve been an email or phone call? What is her game?

“Really? You came all this way?” You ask. “Well that and I wanted to get some shopping down in Boho. This one place Rino’s shoes company has the best shoes. You must come.” She reaches for you but you move out of her reach.

“I must decline, I’m just grabbing some food and then I’ll be heading back to work. And I as well as my boss will be showing up at the charity event.” You say being civil.

Why does she keep trying to take you places?

You wonder as you look at her body language. She looks annoyed?

“I’m sure your boss will be bringing his wife. Will you be bringing your boyfriend?” She said boyfriend as if it was an insult. “Actually I’ll be bringing my fiancé.” You flash her your ring and you see her eye twitch.

Good.

“Oh, congratulations. You lucky lucky girl.” She says through clenched teeth. You know this news is eating her up inside. “Well, I must go. Got stores to shop, money to spend. See you tomorrow, Tommie.” She turns on her heels and you smirk knowing you pissed her off with your ring.

On second thought you were going to get a Mediterranean club sandwich too with your meal. You stroll inside of the cafe ready to eat like a brand new woman.

When your day was finally done and you get reminded about the charity event dinner yet again, you wait outside for Miguel. “I wonder where he’s taking me?” You ask yourself as you check your phone.

Come to the alley way, amor.

You look down the alley and then back at the text.

Miguel, I’m staying right here, it’s dark and scary down there.

He replies back almost instantly.

Amor the only scary thing in this alley way is me. Come please.

You huff and slide your phone back into your pocket and you start walking down the alley way.

“Miguel?” You call out as you keep walking. “Miguel, if I get kidnapped I’m blaming you.” You say out loud. “I would never let that happen to you, amor.” You turn and Miguel was in his spider suit hanging upside down. You decide to be a little funny.

“Excuse me Mr Spider-Man sir but I’m looking for my fiancé. He’s suppose to be here but all I see is you.” Miguel lands in front of you and you can’t help but feel a smile playing across your face. “Is that so? Well your fiancé told me to come in his place. He figured you needed a better bodyguard.”

“I don’t know, Mr Spider-Man. My fiancé is a big guy I feel like he could beat you up.” Miguel scoffs and backs you up against the building wall. “Let him try.” He leans in and his mask only moves away from his lips. “Como estuvo tu dia hermosa?”

You lean up and pull him down to kiss him but stop just enough for an inch to be between your lips. “My day was good, how was yours?” You don’t mention Dana because this was a moment between the two of you. And you knew mentioning her would ruin the mood. “Fue genial porque me desperté siendo el prometido de alguien.” He gives you a kiss and wraps his arms around you. “Mmm, hold on tight and close your eyes.” You do as you’re told and you hear Thwip sound as your feet leave the ground. You hold onto Miguel for dear life.

You don’t know how long he was web slinging but you were grateful to finally land. “Sit right here and then open your eyes, amor.” You listen and after you sit down you open your eyes.

You were on a roof top that was overseeing all of Nueva York. You gasp as Miguel sits down next to you. “Do you like it?” Miguel asks as his mask leaves his face. “I love it, I absolutely love it. How often do you come here?” You ask as you look over at him.

He was staring off into the distance and he nods. “I came here when I first became Spider-Man. At first it was just to watch over the city. But now I like to come here and think…it’s funny I came here the day I saw you. I was up here for five hours trying to think of what I could say to you.”

“You were that nervous?” You ask crossing your legs. “Amor, you might not see yourself this way but you make me nervous. You are and still the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. So yes, I was that nervous.” He gives a chuckle and you look at him. “You know, when we first spoke I thought you didn’t like me. I guess it was the way you spoke to me.”

“Yeah, I was nervous. You looked really pretty in that skirt and blazer. I…kind of followed you that day. Just to make sure you made it to work safely.”

“Hmm I was wondering how you just ended up coming to the cafe when I was there. But I’m glad you did. I’m glad you picked up my water bottle and and I’m glad you showed up at the club that night because now look at us? We’re getting married next year.” You lean your head on Miguel’s broad shoulder and he kisses four head. “Baby, I know I asked you for a promise. But I have one more, if that’s okay.”

“I’m sure you’ll ask me more promises, amor. But yes, what is the promise?” You find his hand and hold it. You feel the calluses on his hands and smile. “When we have kids, and if either of them have your gift, please make sure you take them under your wing and train them. Make sure they know the ropes and…well I just hope when we become parents they think we’re cool. I hope they think I’m cool.” Miguel squeezes your hand and he gets on top of you. “I think you’re cool.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around him. “Well I think you’re the coolest, Mr O’Hara.” You tell him as you look up into his pretty eyes. “Miguel, you really are a beautiful man.” You touch his face and the two of you end up kissing.

Once the kissing session was over, Miguel was breathing heavy. “You know…” You sit up a little and shake your head. “Miguel how is it that a few hours ago, you and I were having the most unholy sex and now you’re up for it again?”

“I can’t help that you bring this out of me. But I’ll behave for you.” He nudges his nose against yours and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think you’re addicted to me.”

“No no soy, Tommie.” He says as he settles between your legs. “Yes you are, Miguel. And that’s okay. But just know there isn’t an AA meeting on quitting me.”

“Let’s say I am addicted to you, why would I want to quit you?” You shrug and trail a finger down his chest. “You know I don’t think we’ve ever done it with you in the suit and mask.” You say thinking about it. “Sounds like someone is addicted to me.”

“I am, I am addicted to you. But there’s more.

I’m addicted to your touch, your scent, your taste.” Your hand goes down and you touch his bulge. “Fine, I am addicted to you. But if we’re going to do this in the suit then we’re going to pull out all the stops.”

Miguel sits up he makes a large and intricate web pattern in the corner of the roof top. He helps you up and he web slings to the center of the web pattern. You sit there and he puts his mask back on.

“This design is cute.” You comment as you move to look at the center. He webs up and hangs upside down. “I don’t know what it is, but having you in my web is just, tan sexy para mí.” You get on your knees and touch the bottom half of his mask.

“I want to try something.” You tell Miguel as you lean in. Miguel moves the bottom half of his mask so his lips were exposed. You kiss him and he returns the kiss. You moan a bit as Miguel lets his tongue in. When you end the kiss you smile greatly. “Always wanted to do that.” You comment as you stare at his plump lips.

“Glad that I could do that for you, amor. But now I want to do something. Just sit still.” Miguel takes his mask off and he webs your jacket away and he then webs away your blouse.

You cup yourself and give Miguel a look. “It is a little chilly up here you know.” Miguel smiles as he lands beside you. “Oh I can tell you’re cold.” He says staring at your chest.

Your teeth chatters a bit and he moves in close to you. “Mi pobre bebé. Te ves frío. Aquí déjame calentarte. You just get so cold easily.” Miguel gets on top of you making you lay back. “You just love keeping me warm, huh?” You unclasp your bra and ask him if he could web it for you and he does making sure all of your things were webbed together.

“You are a masterpiece, princesa.” Miguel slides his hand into your pants and panties. You play with your breasts a little as he rubs your clit. You give a breathy moan as you pinch your nipples.

“Dejame ayudarte con eso.” Miguel moves your left hand and he sucks that breast.

“Just like at the camp…you were cold, amor. This time I’m going to make you sweat.” He pulls your pants and panties off of you and he takes off his suit.

He continues to play with you which gives you an idea. With your free hand you reach down and grip him. He thrusts in your hand as you open your legs and feel him move the hood of your clit back and teases just the head. You release your other breast and you move Miguel so his back was against the web.

You stroke him with both of your hands and Miguel continues to reach for you but you move and focus on him. You lean down and you take him in your mouth, causing him grip the back of your neck and guides your head quickly.

You loved it when he was a little rough during sex, and to know now that you’re going to have this all the time, made you dripping wet.

You let him fuck your face as you relax your throat so you don’t gag. You hear Miguel’s light whimpers and you make sure your mouth was at the base. “S…stop, amor.” He begs you. You release him from your mouth and you mount him.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought you were going to make me sweat?” You make sure your pussy was against the head of his dick and you slide up the length as he holds your hips. His eyes were low as if he were high on something.

Then again he was high off of you. You go to slide him inside but move and you stroke him with just your wet lips. Miguel’s head rolls back and he grips your hips with his nails.

“No juegues conmigo niña. Get on this dick and ride me.” Miguel says as he moves you forward. The command in his voice made you almost come right then and there.

He slips in easily and you placed your hands on his chest, keeping yourself upright and you move your hips with his help. Miguel’s hands slowly moves to your ass and he stares at you, like he’s about to go crazy.

But he’s calm, which makes your heart rate rise. He slaps your ass a little which makes you shiver as you move your hips and lean down to kiss him. He stops you however and smirks. “Now I’m going to make you sweat.” He webs your hands above you and he moves your ass faster as he thrusts up.

His eyes rolls back as you tug at the webbing because you wanted to touch Miguel. You needed to touch him while he fucked you like this.

“Te haré sudar, mi amor. Te haré sudar.” He says as he grips your hips tighter. You know you’re going to be bruised and sore after this. Miguel was staring up at you and you let out a moaning request for him to cut the webs.

“No.” Was all he said as he reaches down and rubs you. “Ahora ven por mí.” He tells you which causes you to bite your bottom lip and make a huge mess on his dick and pelvis.

He leans up and he kisses your neck. “Mmm, no you’re not sweating enough for me, amor.” He moves you up he gets behind you. “Mi-baby what are you doing?” You ask feeling a bit weak.

“Oh I’ve worked up quite the appetite so I’m going to feast on this back here.” He parts your ass and you feel his tongue.

Fuck this felt sinful. The way this man could tongue both of your holes, made you want to speak in tongues.

You feel him make your back arch and your body clenched up tight as you try to yank that webbing off of your hands.

His tongue was doing wonders in your ass and against your lips. “Miguel….Miguel baby, I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come.” You moan out as he licks deeper. He moans as he shakes his head and you just whimper as your come drip down your leg.

Miguel places his chin against your shoulder and he bites your ear. “My pretty little soon to be wife, seems sweaty. But maybe I should try one more thing.”

You were tired but this man made you want more, all because you are addicted to him. He turns your face to him and he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and that gets you moaning. As he goes to touch your cunt you jerk because it’s tender and sensitive.

“Qué pasa, mi amor? Is it sensitive? Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head because you didn’t want him to stop. “I know you don’t, I know you can take my touch. I know you can take anything I give you.” He rubs you again and your legs twitch. You close your eyes and with just two strokes to the clit you come again for the third time. Making you just hang there.

Miguel chuckles and he kisses your temple, letting you down from the web. “Are you warm, amor?” You give a grunted yes and he laughs. “I’m sorry, mi vida. But I told you I’d make you sweat.” He wraps you in his arms and he lays with you. “Estás feliz?” He asks as you two watch the sun set.

“Of course I am. Are you?” He gives you a look. “I am the happiest man right now because of you. Actually I’ll be happy the day we say I do.” You two lay there in silence but ten minutes later you sit up and poke Miguel in the center of his chest. “Yes amor?”

“Can we g…go home. Now I’m really freezing.” Miguel quickly gets up and he helps you get dressed….

••••

“I really don’t want to go.” You moan as you look through your closet and take another gulp of your green juice. “Why don’t you just not go then?” Erica asks as she plays with a piece of string with Milo.

“Because my boss will be pissed with me if I don’t go and I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be on Howard Stark’s shit list.” You reply as you pick up a black dress. “Not that one. What about that white one?” Erica points out as she lets Milo play with the string fully.

“I don’t know about that o-” Erica gets up and she plucks that dress off of the hanger and holds it up against your body. “Yeah, this’ll make that little uppity bitch sweat. I bet you she’s gonna wear some outlandish dress so she stands out and everyone is going to be wearing black. You’ll stand out and make sure your fiancé, ah I can’t believe you two are getting married, anyways make sure he wears something that makes him look like he just stepped out of Milan or something. Wait! Wait! I see the vision! Hold on!” Erica runs out of the room and you look at Milo as he stares up at you.

“That’s your mama, Milo I don’t know what she’s doing either.” You look back at the dress and walk over to your mirror. The dress did look pretty and you knew it would turn heads.

“Alright, I got the edge control. I got the hair jewelry, and I got the makeup. When you want this to happen?” Erica asks as she stands there at your door. “I have to go shower first, so let me do that. And the dinner isn’t even until eight tonight.”

“Okay, you don’t have that much time. I wanna make you look cute. Now hurry and shower I need to set up my stations. Milo, baby you might wanna leave I might get carried away and give you some straight backs.” Milo immediately leaped off of your bed and ran out making the both of you laugh. You go to the bathroom and get ready for your shower.

You made sure your hair was in place and your dangle earrings were on. “If you’d let me give you some lashes then you’re-” You stop Erica right there. “No, I let you put lashes on me one time our senior year and I almost lost an eye.”

“Girl, beauty is pain. Plus you’re being dramatic.” You narrow your eyes at her. “I had a corner of a lash stuck in my eye and when I yanked it out that thing was bleeding.”

“Monica would’ve kept those lashes on.” Erica comments as you slide on your heels. “Monica would’ve gotten drunk and lost those lashes.” You retort. “Yeah, you’re right she would’ve. Can I just say I am going to miss you when you get married?”

You turn to Erica and you see she looked a bit sad. “Erica, you do know that we’re still gonna hang out right?” She shrugs. “I know, but like you won’t be living here anymore. Why do I have to be so damn emotional today? Got me crying in this bitch.”

You walk over to her and you hug her. “Awe E. Don’t think like that. I’m always going to be there for you and we can still have our sleepovers if you want. And think of this, say we have our own kids in the future, we can literally have our kids grow up and be best friend like us.” She pouts and hugs you back.

“That sounds nice. I’d like that. But you need to hurry up and have my niece or nephew, because I’m pregnant now.” You let go of her and you look at her stomach.

“W? Wait! What?” Erica nods and you both scream. “Are you serious? How many months?” You ask as you hug her again. “Well I’m not too far along only two months. Dennis is terrified but, I want this baby. I want to be more than a cat mom.”

You look down at her barely bump stomach and you kneel. “Hi in there. I’m your Auntie Tommie. Wait this baby’s ears aren’t even developed yet. Oh well. Hi! When you’re born I’m going to take you to your first science museum! And your mom! She’s going to so much fun, but don’t let her put lashes on you until you’re at least twenty-five.” Erica laughs and you see tears running down her face.

“T, you have no idea how happy I am that you’re my sister from another mister.” You stand up and you hug her. “I’m glad I’m your sister too. And you and Dennis are going to be the best parents. Oh my god we have a baby shower to plan, but before that a gender reveal. Did you tell Monica and Jerry? Oh god this baby is going to get so spoiled, can I buy them their first science set?”

“T! Calm down. This kid isn’t even here yet. But I’m happy they have this love right now. And no I haven’t told Monica and Jerry yet. I will but for now let me just…” She pins your hair up with a clip that looks like a spider with a red gem in the center. “Perfect.” She turns you so that you’re facing the mirror and you gasp.

“Erica, thank you…” She kisses the side of your head. “Hey don’t go crying wide head. I don’t need you messing up my masterpiece.” She hugs you and that’s when you hear knocking.

“That must be Miguel. I’ll tell you all about the dinner. Especially the juicy stuff. You tell her as you grab your things on your way out of your room. “Only tell me if you sock Dumb-Dana in the mouth. Have fun!” Erica calls out to you as you head out the door.

Miguel was wearing a handsome dark blue suit with a ruby red shirt underneath. “You look, muy guapo.” You say as you smooth down his collar. “Gracias mi amor. You look amazing.” You accept the compliment and you two have small talk while getting to Miguel’s car.

Once in the car you turn to him as he lets the car warm up. “So Erica is expecting.” You tell him. “Congratulations to her and Dennis, I’m sure they’ll do a great job by their baby.”

“Yeah, I know they’ll be great parents. I can’t wait to meet that little person. And tell them how cool their mom is. It’s so great that there’s these big life events happening to us.”

“The future is going to be full of wonderful things, I’m sure.” Miguel pulls out of his parking spot and when you check the time you see you two have twenty minutes to get to Le Rose.

“How are you feeling, amor?” Miguel asks as he makes a right turn. “How do I feel about tonight or how I feel about having to be in the same room as Dana D’Angelo?”

“Ambas.” He answers. You sigh. “I feel good because of my outfit…so this is random but I seen Dana the other day and she seemed pissed about seeing my engagement ring. I had to gloat a little with that. So knowing that she will see you with me tonight makes me feel good too.”

“When you seen her, did she say why she was there?” Miguel sounded a bit off so when you look at you you see him staring hard ahead of him. “Just to make sure that Mr Stark and I were still going to the charity event…oh she has this thing where she keeps inviting me out. I always tell her no but she seemed adamant on me going with her.”

You see Miguel gripping the steering wheel and you place your hand on his. “Hey, if I did something wrong I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “No amor, you didn’t do anything wrong but when we get there I’m going to have a talk with Dana.”

“Miguel you do-”

“No, she needs to know her place when it comes to you. I’m getting tired of her bullshit and she needs to know that I never nor will I ever want her.” He says in a cool tone. You feel as if what he just said had another meaning to it and you want to ask but you don’t want to upset him more than he is.

Tonight is going to be interesting…

As you two step inside and give your names you frown at the decor. “Why pumpkins?” You ask out loud. “Ah, Tommie, I’m so happy you could make it.” Mrs Stark says to you as she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s so nice to see you Maria, is there room at your table?” You ask as Miguel speaks to the bodyguard. “Of course, there’s always room for you. And oh my goodness.” She points to your ring and you show her your hand and smile. “Is he?” She looks over at Miguel as he walks over and you tell her yes. “Maria this is my fiancé, Miguel O’Hara. Miguel this is Mr Stark’s wife.”

“You can call me Maria. And I see you two will make a very beautiful couple. If I can give one tiny bit of advice, when you two get married, make sure you two always stay honest with each other. It makes all the difference.”

Miguel just gives a nod and you tell her of course. “Also Tommie our table is by the left corner, it has the big purple pumpkin on it.” You stop her there. “Question why the pumpkin theme?”

“Oh the theme represents the harvesting of souls. At least that’s what the invitation had read. It’s an odd theme but I’ve heard that the D’Angelo family is a bit eccentric. Oh if you two would excuse me I see my son has finally shown up.” Maria Stark walks away and you look around feeling off.

“Amor, let’s get you seated you look a bit ill. We’ll stay only for a while, show our faces and then we can leave.”

“That’s sounds perfect. Maria said the table had a purple pumpkin on it.” The two of you find the table and as you sit down you, Miguel asks a waiter if they can bring you a glass of water.

As you wait you look at the purple pumpkin and frown because why did the theme have to deal with pumpkins?

“Hello Miguel. Tommie.” You look away from the pumpkin and see Dana wearing a bright lime green dress.

Erica was right she would wear something outlandish.

“Dana.” You give her an up down look, not caring if you’re polite. You just feel off and you just don’t know why. “Miss D’Angelo.” Miguel gives a half hearted greeting and she sits down besides him. “I’m so thrilled you two could make it. The night festivities are going to be out of this world. You remember the last time you came with me, Miguel? You had fun.”

“No, I didn’t. Dana you have this thing where you need to control the situation in your favor. And I’m done. You leave my wife and I alone. Now please leave.” Dana gave Miguel such an evil glare it made you feel a bit scared.

Her eyes then land on you and she smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I have a feeling you’re going to see a whole new side to this monster.” She gets up and you swear you caught a glimpse of green in her eyes.

She walks away and the waiter brings you the glass of water. You take a sip and take a deep breathe. When you go to speak you see Miguel glaring at Dana, she was across the room talking to Tony Stark.

“Miguel stop that.” You tell him. “Lo siento, amor.” He looks away and rubs your arms. “You know what, let’s just go. Maria seen us so we can get away with that.”

“If that is what you want mi corazón then let’s go.” You stand up and your bladder feels heavy. That was definitely from the green juice you had while getting ready earlier.

“I’ll go use the bathroom and then we can go.” You tell Miguel while he stands as well. “Oh I saw a sign that said the bathrooms were down that hall.” Miguel walks you to where the bathrooms are and you start to go inside. “Baby could you grab my purse from the table? I was in a rush.”

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll wait right here when I’ve grabbed it.” You smile at him and you rush inside going into the second stall.

You sigh in relief when you use the bathroom. Once your bladder is empty, you clean yourself up and smooth your dress down. You hear someone enter the bathroom as you exit the stall. You go to wash your hands but you jump as you see Dana standing there with a smile on her face.

“Holy sh-Dana! What the-why are you just standing there?” Where is Miguel? He would never let this girl in here. You wonder as you wash your hands. “Do you like the theme tonight? I did it especially for you.” She says ignoring your question.

You frown looking at her in the mirror. “Okay Dana I’m not in the mood for this. I’m tired and I’m going home.” You turn and she was right in front of you.

How did she move so fast?

“Just answer my question, and you can get some rest I promise.” She says making you feel uncomfortable. “I don’t really think it matters if I like the theme, but it’s not my cup of tea. Pumpkins freak me out ever since-“

“The green goblin.” Her smile seems to widen as you take a step back. “Y..yeah. The green goblin. Look I need to go so-”

Dana swiftly moves so that you’re trapped. “Tommie, I must say for someone who is smart you sure are fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?” You scowl at her but Dana just keeps smiling. “You heard me. The pumpkins, the color scheme. I swear Scooby doo would know what this all means. But let me give you a hint.” She looks at you and her eyes turn into a pale ghost green.

You jerk back from her letting your back hit the wall. You start to hyperventilate and she moves in. “That can’t be-you can’t be the-”

“I am the Green Goblin and as promised you can get some rest.” Without hesitation, Dana grabs you by the throat and she squeezes causing you to claw at her arms. But her grip was strong. She leans in close to your ear and she chuckles.

“I think it’s time the three of us have a little reunion don’t you think, Tommie?” In one swift move she throws you into the sink knocking you out cold…

Previously, Next

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thechaseofspades · 6 months

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So like, Della coming back had literally nothing to do with the Earth plots.

She could have come back at literally any moment.

Dewey's like "we gotta solve the mystery of what happened to my mom" and she just crash lands in their backyard right that second.

We go through Last Crash and everybody's upset and wants to leave and then surprise Della was at the mansion that whole episode because she came back while they were gone.

For the angsty folks out there, Della coming back at the tail end of the 10 year time skip pre-S1 where her family is completely torn apart "because" of her.

Or she's just gone. Whole series. We solved the mystery and moved on. That's it.

That's the thing too. They solved the mystery. They spilled the beans. Then they got over it. They were ready to just keep on trucking. Sure they still missed her but there was nothing they could have done about it. It's just a fact of life.

That's crazy to me. To think how different the show would be just based on what episode they pulled the trigger bringing her back on.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #della duck #adjacent

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 1 month

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Your only chance

(dark!)Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the warnings!

Warnings: NSFW, Poe is a perv, mention of male masturbation, possessive Poe, yandere themes(?), dirty thoughts.

Hello Precious,

do you miss me? Did you think about me? Because you can bet I sure did miss you. I bet the Resistance has some real trouble without me by their side. I'm gonna be honest with you here, let me spill the beans: remember my last mission a few months ago when the Resistance - you, saw me for the last time?

I switched sides. I joined the First Order, I was sick of constantly losing my friends, always running, always fighting, over and over again. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Call me crazy if you want but I made a decision. As the First Order became stronger, I began to realize that fighting against them would make everything worse for the Galaxy.

It's true the First Order suffers under being called the big bad evil, just like the Galactic Empire, but it really just depends on the leaders. After I joined them they of course interrogated me, I spilled everything about the Resistance I had, every top secret operation, revealed the bases, and I even snitched about some Resistance spies within the First Order.

And you know what they did? What they gave me in return? They promoted me to a General, they gave me my own fleet to command, my own loyal Stormtroopers, my own Resurgent Star Destroyer.

The First Order welcomed me, they gave me power. And all that just because I did the right thing - to fight for the right side.

But enough about me, let's talk about you.

Did you know I had - still have - a crush on you? From the very first day you joined the Resistance. I can still remember how Leia introduced you to me. She gave me the order to make sure you were prepared for your tasks. I did just that, watched you doing your tasks, and I liked what I saw.

In the following weeks you became a good member, following your orders obediently, you were proud of being in the Resistance. And I'm pretty sure you knew how much I liked you - how much I wanted you...

I mean, didn't you notice how I was looking at you every time during briefings? Perhaps not because I was almost always sitting at the darker corner of the room.

Whenever I praised you, putting a hand on your shoulder, it always stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. I just liked touching you...

I gotta admit, everytime when I saw someone else touching you I just wanted to rip them apart...

But don't worry, I wasn't mad at you for flirting or touching someone else - after all you didn't knew about my secret crush on you, so I forgive you.

And speaking of touching...

I bet you knew how flirty I could get sometimes, but you didn't know how dirty I can get, right?

How you thought I wouldn't pump my fist up and down my rock hard cock after thinking about you every single night? Sometimes, late at night I even paid you visits, stroking my cock over, and over again until I shot my cum on your thigh. Almost every night, again and again... I wished you could have been awake to see how hard you made me, how you made me feel, how feral you've made me...

The things I wanted to do with you. You don't know how hard I fought the urge to just wake you up and fuck you stupid, ravage your body until morning...

And now that I'm at the First Order? Now I want you back. I want to show you how good it is to be on my side.

I'm going to make sure you will belong to me, just like back in the Resistance...

You may not know it but you've always belonged to me, from day one.

I wrote you this message so you know how I feel about you, what happened to me.

I hope you read the message as soon as possible because I know exactly where you are, which base - and I'm coming.

And don't be afraid when you see my fleet arrive, you will be captured and brought to me.

But don't bother warning the Resistance, it won't change anything - even if you get evacuated from the base - I will find you eventually...

Your only chance to be part of the future of the Galaxy is with being by my side.

And lastly, don't fight against my troops or you will be stunned.

I will see you soon, Precious.

-- P. D.

#dark!poe dameron #dark poe dameron #poe dameron #yandere poe dameron #fo!poe dameron #first order!poe #first order poe dameron #oscar isaac #star wars

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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#46 with luke

“Stop being a fucking prick”

Milo’s birth had been the best kept secret of Michigan.

You honestly thought Mackie would’ve spilled the beans at one point.

You were cautious when Ethan left to play in Jersey. With Luke having left the year prior and Milo being a couple months old now, you waited for the

how come you had my baby and I didn’t know? text.

It never came.

So, you carried on with life. You were close to graduating and looking for a job. Not having a job after graduation wasn’t an option at this point, being a mom was expensive.

“Hey, you wanna go watch the Red Wings Devils game this Saturday? Eddy says that he can get us tickets” Mark asked, shouting through the house.

“I’m down but we’ll have to take Milo because his babysitter is out of town”

“Eddy also said ‘tell her she better bring Milo because I miss him’” you laughed, always one step ahead.

At almost a year old, the little boy was beginning to develop noticeable features from his parents. He had Luke’s hair and nose while he had your eyes. He hadn’t fully developed a smile yet but the way he gave his gummy half smiles with a certain slant you knew they’d be just like Luke’s.

Dressed up in his Devils jersey, a gift from Ethan when he left. Milo had been to so many hockey games in his short little life, being a common spectator at Yost.

While Luke wasn’t in the picture you still wanted to bring those certain aspects of him around Milo. You took him to hockey games, you celebrated certain Jewish holidays with him (after a lot of googling). People thought it strange, you hadn’t told Luke by choice but wanted to keep him around.

Your reasoning sounded stupid to some but others understood where you were coming from. Luke broke up with you after loosing out again at Frozen Four.

The devils organization were there in Tampa. Luke had signed before he even got out of his jersey.

He told you it wouldn’t work, how you were going to be too far apart and that he wanted to experience life as a rookie in New Jersey with a fresh start.

You planned to tell him that night, you were pregnant. You never got the chance. Instead, you nodded and wished him well in Jersey.

You then didn’t tell anyone for months until you were all leaving for the summer and you bid your goodbyes very tearfully. You weren’t sure what would happen next year, if you’d ever be back in Michigan with your friends.

You told them, they dragged it out of you and you made them promise to not tell Luke.

It was awfully quiet at the lake house that summer.

Everyone had brought their partners and Luke was alone for the first time in years, he felt lonely. He missed you. He screwed up.

“Have you got his bag? His ear defenders? Oh did I pack snacks? What about-“

“You gotta calm down, what’s up with you?” Mark stopped you, taking milo out of your arms and looking at you bordering on tears.

“This is the first time I’m gonna see him Mark, I thought I could do it-“

“You can! Luke knows nothing about Milo and I’m sure he won’t even notice us there. I’m right here with you”

His words of encouragement calmed you, nodding in agreement and making your way to the car.

It was a busy night and Milo was loving all of the attention he was getting from random people that passed, all waving and smiling at him.

“C’mon buddy let’s go find Ethan and get your first NHL puck” Mark announced, taking him from your arms and walking down the stairs to ice level.

You watched people skate by that you recognized; Jack and Dawson both from your visits to Jersey with Luke, a few Red wings players who had been in contact with Mark over the year with the team showing interest in signing him come graduation.

Eventually you found #73.

“Look Milo, who’s that?!” You pointed and his eyes followed to Eddy who had stopped right infront of you.

His eyes lit up, babbling and slapping the glass in front of him at his uncle.

“Hey buddy I missed you!” Ethan shouted, smiling down at him.

You were too consumed in the people around you, you hadn’t noticed a certain defenseman watching from the crease in utter disbelief.

Luke’s heart broke. You had moved on, with his old teammate and friend and now you even had a baby.

Jack skated into his little brother, almost knocking him over “Yo, what’s up with you? Move!”

Luke just pointed ahead of him and Jack’s mouth fell open when he saw it “Holy shit!”

Luke just pushed away from his brother, shaking his head and making his way back to the locker room.

When the game started Milo fell asleep leaving you and Mark to enjoy. Sometime after the second period started he began crying softly and you decided to take him on a walk around in an attempt to calm him again.

“I’ll be back” you whispered to mark.

“Sure you don’t want me to take him?”

“Nah I’ve got it, text me if anything exciting happens and if Eddy gets in a fight film it”

You were bouncing up the stairs, Milo starting to hush now smiling up at you “Hi cheeky boy, you’re just tired huh?”

Just before you could exit to the concourse you heard your name being called, turning to see The Hughes.

oh shit.

“Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Madison, Jack’s girlfriend said while standing up from her seat to hug you “How have you been?! You have a baby now?”

You felt overwhelmed, a flush landing across your cheeks “Yeah, yeah I know it’s been a while!”

“He’s so cute! Hi little man” she cooed, her finger swiping across his cheek while he smiled a gummy smile.

You looked over at the rest of the family, they looked conflicted and your heart was racing.

“I should be going-“

“Luke’s hair was that light when he was that age, it’ll get darker” Ellen said, looking straight at you.

You’d been caught.

You bit your lip “I didn’t-“

“We’re here now, no point causing a scene for something we can’t change. You’ve got my number sweetheart call me when you get back to Ann Arbor and we’ll talk” she was always so good at getting her point across.

You nodded with a slight smile “Do you want to hold him?”

You could see their eyes light up “Please?” “Of course”

Milo groaned when he lost contact of you but soon situated nicely in his grandma’s arms while she doted over him.

Madison hugged you tightly now your arms were free and mumbled in your ear “You’re so strong for doing this alone”

Down in the locker room in the second break Luke was fuming. Since seeing you all he saw was red.

When everyone had filed out back onto the ice Ethan pulled Luke back “What’s wrong with you dude?”

“What’s wrong with me?! You knew Mark and Y/N had a baby and you never fucking told me!”

Ethan looked confused “Mark and Y/N? Milo isn’t Mark’s son you moron! Is that what you’re so upset about? You’ve been missing easy passes because of that?!”

“Because of that?!” Luke mocked him

“Yes it’s because of that! How would you feel?!”

Ethan chuckled humourlessly “You left her Hughesy don’t get it twisted”

“You don’t get it!”

“Oh I get it plenty, you’re jealous now you think she’s moved on with someone else! Milo isn’t Mark’s son you dipshit he’s yours! He’s almost one and he loves hockey, his mom is really fucking awesome and his dad? Well he’s a giant fucking loser”

Luke stuttered a response but came up empty.

“She’s out there, with your kid right now and you have every opportunity to make things right. Now stop being a fucking prick and sort it out but first we have a game to win”

Luke didn’t reply, just nodding and headed out the door to the bench.

Luke’s parents hadn’t wanted to let go of Milo, soaking up all of the time they had with him and you let them because who were you to stop it. After all, you’d deprived them of their grandson for months.

The game ended with a devils OT win, you were ecstatic for Ethan and nervous to see Luke. There was no hiding it anymore.

The hallway outside the locker room felt claustrophobic while you waited, staring down at your sleeping boy.

Ethan came out first, giving you a hug and mumbling “He knows, I told him and I’m sorry but he needed to know”

You nodded, a non verbal agreement that it was ok.

Luke was one of the last out, side by side with his brother.

He looked around for you almost instantly, shoulders physically relaxing when he saw you there. His eyes flickered between you and the baby.

“Go, go see her” Jack pushed him. The whole family watching him stumble over to you.

“Hi Lu”

“Hey”

You were both visibly nervous, taking it upon yourself to break the tension you asked “you want to hold him? Your mom said it’s the best cuddles she’s had”.

He chuckled, nodding and you handed the small body over. You watched him closely snuggle closer into Luke’s chest in his sleep.

Luke laughed softly and when you looked at him you saw the tears that lined his eyes and a watery smile to add “He’s so-“

“Perfect?” “Yeah”

The two of you had your moment, being mom and dad for a few seconds until the family interrupted. Uncle Jack claiming his stakes to meet the little one.

The two of you stepped back for a minute watching them all coo over him. Luke’s arm slinging over your shoulders to pull you in under his arm.

Your head dropped onto his shoulder “Lu I’m so sorry I kept him from you”

He shook his head lightly “It’s done now, let’s just go forward not back. Come back to the hotel with me, we’ll talk about everything”

“Everything?” “I want to fix it all, you and I too”

“I’d like that, I don’t think we’re getting him back anytime soon though” you joked.

“More time with you? I’m not complaining”

Later that night you were asleep in his arms on the hotel bed, Milo asleep in a travel cot next to you and Luke felt happy for the first time in a very long time.

Next morning the family had woken up to a text in the family group chat.

Quinn Hughes: what the fuck is this I’m hearing about having a nephew? Was someone gonna tell me? Jack who did you knock up?!

#lulu writes blurbs #lulu writes #milo’s world

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bwabys-scenarios · 7 months

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Fixer upper

Part 20

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

part 19

part 21

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warning: reader is kissed/touched without consent(very short, not done by Kurapika), mentions of animal death

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Kurapika plopped down onto the couch, still in his pajamas. He’d woken up to the sound of (Name) making breakfast just a few minutes ago, hurriedly pulling on a pair of pajama pants before rushing out to see her.

“Coffee!”

(Name) set a cup of coffee on the coffee table, smiling at the blonde. “Ahh, thank you.”

As the sun shone through the window, the residents of (Name)’s home began to wake up, slowly walking out of their rooms and into the living room.

“(Name).:: what’s for breakfast?” Killua asked, tugging on her shirt.

“Just omelettes, toast, and bacon.”

Killua yawned. “Sounds good… after breakfast I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“Oh?”

(Name) laughed as Killua shuffled away, falling onto his beanbag chair.

Kurapika lifted himself from the couch and moved to the kitchen, placing his empty coffee cup in the sink. “… how are you?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m alright I guess. I slept well enough.”

She finished the last omelette, sighing softly. Kurapika felt the urge to move forward and hug her from behind. It would be nice to hold her, feel her warmth and take in her nice scent.

“Kurapika? Do you need something?”

‘Kurapika?’ He tilted his head, watching as she fished some ketchup and chopped up fruit from the fridge. ‘I guess it will take a little longer for her to get used to calling me Pika again…’

“No… just…”

There were butterflies in his tummy when she looked up, placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you alright? You’re acting strange. You don’t have a fever, do you?”

She felt his, cheeks, forehead, then placed the back of her hand against his neck. He yelped at that, jumping back and placing his hand over the place she touched. “Kurapika? Does it hurt?”

“No… no you just… surprised me.”

(Name) kept an eye on him as he scurried away, hiding in the living room to catch his breath. “You’re freaking me out.”

Kurapika scowled at the white haired boy, it stayed quiet.

——————

“Alright, Killua, spill the beans. What did you wanna tell me?”

(Name) was picking up empty plates, handing Killua a napkin before walking towards the kitchen. “Well… you know how I like finding animals?”

“Oh god.”

“Wait, no, it’s a domesticated animal this time.”

“Killua, for the last time raccoons are NOT domesticated-“

“It’s a cat!”

(Name) paused, giving Killua her full attention. “… a cat?”

Kurapika looked up, tilting his head at the tone of (Name)’s voice. ‘She really does love animals.’

“Well why didn’t you say so? Let’s go!”

(Name) jumped up, pulling on her shoes and a jacket before running out the door. “(Name) wait!”

Kurapika followed behind her, slipping on shoes as Killua pushed past him. “I’m the one that knows where it is! Wait a second!”

(Name) paused in the driveway, allowing the two to catch up to her. “Oh, you’re coming too, Kurapika?”

Kurapika blinked, looking down at himself. He was still in his pajamas, but couldn’t help himself. He wanted to follow her, be near her. “Um… yes.”

Killua grabbed (Name)’s hand, leading her down the street and towards the large patch of woods that him and Gon liked to play in. “She’s been staying around that old abandoned shed. I’ve been giving her food, but she still doesn’t trust me yet.”

“Hmm…”

(Name) crouched down in front of the shed, bending down to peek under it. A pair of big, yellow eyes looked back at her as a low hissing could be heard. “Oh wow, that’s a big cat.”

“Yeah, I thought she was a small bear cub at first.”

Kurapika pulled (Name) back a little. “Careful, she did a number on Killua. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

(Name) wiggles out of his grasp. “Well I’m going to get her, so stand back!”

She laid on her tummy and crawled under the shed, only stopping when she couldn’t keep going. “Ahh, ass too fat.”

Kurapika looked down. ‘Yep.’

“Come here, baby, shh, it’s okay~”

Killua and Kurapika made eye contact. “(Name), maybe we should-“

“I GOT HER!”

The two sighed in relief, Kurapika looking back to her ass again. “Hey, I’m right here.” Killua said, slapping Kurapika on the back of the head.

“Oh… oh no SHIT PULL ME OUT! OH MY GOD I THINK SHE JUST TORE A CHUNK OUT OF ME!”

(Name) screeched, wiggling around. “Can’t get out!! Ass!! Too fat!!”

“Shit, (Name) you fucking idiot!” Killua said, grabbing on of her legs. “Kurapika, what are you standing around for, get the other leg!”

Kurapika blinked, staring at her plush thigh. “This is NOT the time to be shy. Grab her!”

The blonde grabbed her leg and pulled in tandem, (Name) coming out from under the shed with a yowling cat in her arms.

“(Name) if you don’t let that spawn of satan go before I-“

Kurapika began to summon his chains, Killua stepping in between them. “No, don’t! If you hurt that cat, you’re spitting on all the pain (Name) just went through to catch it!”

“And there was a lot of pain by the way! Imma have so many scratches!”

“You’re not helping, (Name).”

She pouted as the cat continued to thrash in her arms. “Her teeth are definitely sinking into my arm right now. On a scale of 1 to Killua, it’s a good seven.”

Kurapika blinked, walking forward and chopping the cat on the neck. It went limp in her arms, (Name) gasping. “Kurapika, you-“

“It’s just asleep. Now…”

He took the cat from her, eyes gone red. “Let’s… take it to a shelter or something.”

“A shelter?? That’s my baby!”

“(Name), you just learned about its existence 15 minutes ago.”

“And I already love her.”

“SHE LITERALLY CHEWED ON YOU!”

“And? I still love Killua and he’s bitten me several times!”

“I have.”

Killua sounded a bit too proud for Kurapika’s liking. “Fine. We’ll take the little bastard to a veterinarian. Or a priest. Whoever is closer.”

It turned out that the veterinarian was closer, Kurapika having to drive so (Name) could hold that cat. “Isn’t she just the cutest? I’ve never seen a cat this color!”

Kurapika had a tight grip on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at (Name)’s injuries. “(Name)… you’re hurt. We should stop and-“

“Cat first, me later.”

Killua licked his thumb and rubbed it against one of her scratches. “There, that should help.”

“Killua I love you but that was really gross.”

“But you’ve done that to me!”

“Yeah, but I’m a mom, you’re a germ ridden child.”

“Okay, rude. True, but hurtful.”

(Name) patted his cheek. “Sorry, baby, love you.”

Kurapika watched this interaction, feeling those butterflies in his tummy again. ‘She’s… so…’

He remembered the words Leorio said a few weeks ago.

“She’s so mommy material.”

‘I guess he wasn’t wrong. She would make a… great mother.’

“Ah, we’re here! Come on boys, let’s get this baby inside.”

———————

(Name) placed the cat on the table, Kurapika and Killua in the waiting room.

“She’s a feral cat, we… found her asleep near our home.”

The veterinarian hummed, checking the cats vital signs. “Hmm, good thing she’s asleep, it makes this process a lot easier.”

The woman felt her stomach, glancing at her apprentice. “Get the clippers.”

(Name) watched in horror as they shaved the cat, pouting. ‘But her fur was so pretty…’

Once her fur was gone, the sad truth was revealed. “Oh god…”

She was skin and bones, with scars, old and new littering her skin. The veterinarians patches her up, before sighing. “Her stomach seems swollen, perhaps it’s worms. Or…”

The cat was taken away, (Name) unable to follow them to the back.

The three waited, Kurapika patting (Name)’s back. “I’m sure it will be okay. Foul creatures such as itself don’t die easily.”

“Don’t call her foul, she’s a little lady! Even if she smells like old cheese and gym socks, that’s not her problem!”

(Name) leaned away from him, crossing her arms. Killua shook his head. “Ahh, now you’ve made her mad. Smooth.”

“Miss (Last Name)?”

(Name) stood up, walking up to the desk before she was brought back to the room the cat was in.

“Hello, sorry for the wait. We went ahead and did an ultrasound, and…”

They held up a picture, causing (Name) to gasp. “She’s about a month and a half pregnant.”

“Aww, mama…” (Name) said, gently petting the cats head. “That’s why she’s so mean, she’s protecting these babies!”

“Well she’s also like that because she’s a feral cat and-“

“You’re just a sweet mama aren’t you? My pretty girl…”

The veterinarian sighed. “Anyways, she’ll need to take some medication and have her wounds cleaned every day. Because she’s a feral cat, it’s best if she’s put to sleep, both t-“

“No.”

(Name) continued petting the cat, eyebrows furrowed. “I want her.”

“You want her?”

“Yes. Just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll take care of her. I won’t let anyone put her down.”

———————

“I can’t believe you brought that thing into the house.”

“She’s not a thing! She’s a cat and she’s pregnant!”

Kurapika sighed, setting up the kennel (Name) bought. “Yeah yeah, I know…”

Killua was on the phone with Gon, explaining the situation. “Yeah, she caught it with her bare hands! Oh yeah, scratche her up good. No, no it wasn’t a bear cub. Yeah.”

Killua looked up. “Hey (Name), Gon wants to come over!”

(Name), who was holding the drugged out cat nodded. “That’s fine. I was actually going to ask you two to come with us on our mission anyways.”

Kurapika finished putting the kennel together. “Yeah, it would be nice to have a look out. That’s Killua’s specialty, yeah?”

Killua paused, clearing his throat and standing up a little taller. “Yeah, yeah that’s right. I am pretty good at that.”

(Name) ruffled his hair. “Killua’s real talented, he’s good at just about anything he puts his mind to.”

Killua hid his face. “(Name)…”

“What? You are! I’m sure you could do anything if you really tried!”

He buried his face in her shoulder, Gon laughing over the phone. “Aww, (Name) you flustered him!”

“Haha, we’ll call you back later Gon. Gotta get this baby in the kennel.”

“… Killua?”

“No, the cat.”

Kurapika snickered, placing the final blanket in the kennel before (Name) walked over and placed the cat inside.

“There we go. It’s comfy, right?”

The cat did not answer, because it couldn’t talk.

“(Name), it’s still asleep.”

“She is getting her beauty sleep.”

“That thing needs to hibernate.”

“Kurapika!”

Killua snickered. “Okay, that was pretty funny. Don’t talk about Meatloaf like that though.”

“Meatloaf?” (Name) tilted her head, peeking up at him.

“Well, that’s what I’ve been calling her in my head. It’s fine if-“

“It’s a good name! I was just going to call her pookie or princess.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow at that. “That’s not what I would choose to name such a… cat, but, to each their own.”

“Kurapika you are on thin ice.”

He winced when (Name) gave him a look. “… sorry.”

Over the course of several days, (Name) stood watch over the cat, using her nen to help her heal slowly. The cat still hissed when (Name) opened her kennel to change her litter box or feed her, but wasn’t scratching her anymore.

“She’s really starting to warm up to you, (Name).” Kurapika said, handing her a can of cat food. (Name) opened it and dumped its contents onto a dish before placing it in the cats cage. Meatloaf growled when (Name) attempted to pet her, making the woman pull her hand back.

“Yeah, before she would have bitten me instead of just growl!” (Name) stood up, brushing off her long skirt. “She’s supposed to be giving birth within the next four weeks. I’m hoping… it won’t be while we’re gone.”

Kurapika placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll be fine regardless. Leorio will be keeping a close eye on her.”

Killua came running inside, laughing. “Just got off the phone with Gon, he’ll be getting her a day before we leave for our mission.”

(Name) opened up the oven, peeking at the chicken she was baking. “Ahh, that’s good. Make sure your room is cleaned up before he gets here, sweetheart.”

Kurapika leaned against the counter as she cooked, watching her. He wanted to be near her as much as possible, even if she kept glancing at him nervously. “Are you okay, Kurapika? You keep looking at me.”

“I’m fine.”

He continued to watch her, making (Name) sigh. “Kurapika, it’s hard to work when you’re watching me. You make me- I mean it makes me nervous.”

He tilted his head. “Really? I’m just… curious.”

He wasn’t lying, Kurapika wanted to understand his feelings, why he wanted to be near her and why he liked her so much.

“Well…”

She sighed. “At least… sit down at the table. You hovering around me makes me nervous.”

A few days passed, with Kurapika continuing to follow (Name) around, constantly observing her, much to her chagrin.

Killua sat on the couch, filling something out. “Kurapika, stop being a weirdo. I’m trying to win something and you’re killing my good vibes.”

The blonde frowned. “I’m not being a weirdo.”

“Yes you are, you’ve been up (Name)’s butt the whole week and-“

“Alright, Killua, we’re leaving to go pick up Gon. Let’s get going!”

“Coming, (Name)!”

He quickly finished filling out the paper, folding it and stuffing it into an envelope before following her voice. ‘What’s he up to?’ Kurapika thought as he got up to follow him as well.

———————

“(Name)! Killua! Kurapika!”

The three yelped when they were tackled by Gon, who sprinted through the airport. “Gon, you idiot!”

Killua smacked him as Kurapika helped (Name) stand up. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay…”

He kept a hand on her back, a light pink on his cheek. ‘I’m touching her.’

“Sorry, (Name), I just got too excited.”

“It’s okay, come here ya goof.”

(Name) pulled the boy into her arms, ruffling his hair. The four rode to Leorio’s house, picking him up before they made their way home.

“Okay boys, we’ve got plans to make. Kurapika, you take over. I’ve gotta feed meatloaf.”

“WAIT! I want to see meatloaf first!”

“Okay, me and Gon are going to feed meatloaf.”

The two walked off, Kurapika clearing his throat. “Alright, here’s the plan. Gon and Killua will be on look out while (Name) and I go undercover as two club goers.”

“Club goers…” Leorio repeated, laughing.

“Yes, that is what I said. Anyways…”

He pulled up the picture of Dracule on his laptop. “This is our target. Once he goes in, you need to radio us. Then, (Name) will begin s-“

He stopped, looking from Killua to Leorio. “She’ll start… her part in this plan.”

“And what is that?”

Kurapika’s lip formed into a thin line, the blonde staying quiet. “It isn’t relevant.”

“Oh, I think it is. Do you have (Name) doing your dirty work?”

“… define dirty work.”

Leorio placed a hand over Kurapika’s mouth. “Okay, that’s enough. What’s next?”

“… once (Name) does her part, I’ll swoop in and place a condition on his heart. He won’t be able to do anything, and I’ll get the information on the scarlet eyes.”

(Name) and Gon walked back in, the latter plopping down on the couch beside Killua. “What did I miss?”

“I’ll fill you in later. Go on.”

Killua waved his hand, gesturing for Kurapika to continue. “Once that’s done, we’ll turn him into the police for the murder of Victor Hummins and his wife, thus clearing our names.”

“Though, they haven’t even identified you two yet.”

Kurapika sighed, rubbing his temple. “(Name) wants it cleared up regardless.”

(Name) sat next to Kurapika, giving him a smile. “It would put my mind at ease.”

The blonde glanced down at her thigh touching his, eyes soft when she leaned her head against his shoulder. “So, is that it?”

“Basically. Once we’ve scouted out the club, we can talk about potential exits and contingency plans.”

She nodded, before standing up. “We’ve got another day before we have to leave, so everyone get to packing. Leorio, thank you so much for watching Meatloaf while we’re gone.”

Leorio bowed his head. “Anything for you, sunshine.”

“Kurapika, can you come help me pack? I need your opinion on what I should wear.”

He nodded, following behind her like a lost puppy. Leorio rolled his eyes. “I’ll be going now. I have to do some packing myself, since I’ll be staying here to take care of the cat.”

(Name) waved, smiling. “Love you, Leorio! See you in a bit!”

“Love you too, doll.”

Kurapika held onto (Name)’s hand, half leading, half dragging her to her room. “Kurapika, careful, I’ll trip.”

He let her go when they reached her door, eyes following her every movement. “Sorry… I just, feel…”

She looked back. “Do you feel unwell? Should I get you some medicine?”

“No, no, just… tired.”

(Name) was quick to frown, tugging on his sleeve. “If you’re tired, you should go rest, we have a big day tomorrow.”

He shook his head, pulling away before sitting on her bed. “No, I’m fine. Please, show me what you need to.”

(Name) sighed, before walking towards her closet and opening it. “I’ll try on a few things, you give me a yes or no, okay?”

He nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. “Go on.”

He waited impatiently, tapping his foot as she changed in the bathroom. “Kurapika?”

Kurapika looked up from his pouting to see (Name) standing in front of him. “Oh.”

She wore a form fitting, sleeveless dress, a dark red in color. It only went a little past her butt, the woman tugging at the fabric around her tummy and hips. “Ahh, I ordered this dress online, it’s not as flattering as I hoped it would be…”

Kurapika couldn’t even speak, eyes wide and mouth agape. A light pink dusted his cheeks, and he had to quickly cross his legs to hide his boner.

“How do I look?” she asked, turning so he could see the dress from the back as well.

It truly did only barely cover her ass, her slight movements exposing a hint of her panties. “You…”

She turned back, tilting her head.

“You shouldn’t wear that.”

(Name) nodded slowly, immediately covering herself more. “Oh, okay…”

‘I can’t let anyone else see her in that but me…’ he thought, eyes following her form as she walked away to change.

‘He thinks it looks bad.’ (Name) thought, pulling the dress off and throwing it onto the floor.

She showed him a few more dresses, before they decided on a red cocktail dress. “That should be good, it’s similar to the dresses some of the women wore when meeting up with Dracule.”

(Name) packed the dress in her suitcase, sighing as the blonde continued to watch her. “You can go now. I’ll be back down in a few minutes.”

She seemed… irritated? Upset? He wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t smiling like she usually did. “Oh.. okay.”

‘Did I do something wrong?’

——————

(Name) sighed, sipping on her martini as she watched the door. ‘This is my third one, I’m gonna end up getting drunk.’

She shrugged, finishing it. The bartender smiled, making her another. “Here you are, miss.”

Kurapika took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. ‘He should be here any minute, if my intel is correct.’

The blonde was leaning against the wall near the entrance to the club, smoking to fit in with the other club goers. It wasn’t like he hadn’t smoked before, he just wasn’t the biggest fan of it. ‘Oh well, helps my nerves at least…’

Kurapika couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways this mission could go wrong. (Name) was the one that would be doing all the hard work, and that’s what worried him the most. ‘What if he hurts her?’

“Excuse me.”

Kurapika watched as a man walked by, the blonde smirking before dropping his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. ‘There he is, Dracule Midnight.’

He followed behind the man, staying a good few yards away from him as he entered the club. He spotted (Name) soon after, feeling his heart begin to race.

She looked gorgeous, perched on her stool at the bar, sipping a martini as she scanned the club. When Kurapika took in his surroundings, he felt that familiar nasty feeling wash over him.

Dracule has spotted (Name), and was making his way towards her. He tried not to get too upset when (Name) batted eyelashes at the man, squeezing her arms together to make her cleavage more visible. “Hello, little one. You’re…”

He leaned a little closer, giving her that sharp toothed smile. “Devine.”

Kurapika ordered a drink, not doing a great job at hiding his glare. “Oh, you’re too kind!”

She giggled at him, holding a hand to her soft cheek. ‘She never giggles at me like that…’ Kurapika thought, frowning deeply.

“Say, are you by chance single?” Dracule asked, resting a hand on her thigh after sitting next to her. (Name) glanced down at his hand before answering.

“Yes, I am. Are you?”

She batted her eyelashes at him, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. Dracule laughed, cupping het cheek. “In fact I am. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

Kurapika slammed down a shot before ordering another, his nails tapping away at the bar. ‘He’s touching her. God, what a creep.’

The two chatted, (Name) occasionally laughing at jokes the older man made. “Oh, Dracule, you’re so funny! Can you tell me more about your collection? I’ve never heard about such a thing!”

Kurapika had to admit, even with the knowledge that she was seducing Dracule, it was hard to tell. (Name) was a pretty good actress, and Kurapika found himself getting increasingly irritated.

They were flirting so blatantly that it pissed him off. She was doing exactly what he asked her to do, but he couldn’t help the wave of jealousy washing over him.

Dracule began moving his hand from her thigh, and ho her dress. This caused (Name) to panic for a moment, grabbing his hand.

CRACK!

The glass in Kurapika’s hand shattered, eyes an angry shade of red behind his grey contacts. (Name) only glanced at him for a split second.

“W-why don’t we go somewhere more private? There’s a room nearby…”

She stood up, rubbing her neck before walking off.

‘That’s the signal!’

Kurapika quickly paid for his drink before following behind the two, hiding behind people dancing around the club as he tailed them.

It was dark, Kurapika having to blink his eyes a few times to adjust to the low lighting. He scanned the crowd, now only able to see Dracule due to (Name) being shorter than the club goers surrounding them.

If he wasn’t so pissed and rushing to get her back in his arms, he would have thought it was cute.

“I can’t wait any longer, little one.”

(Name) was being pushed against a wall, the woman gasping when Dracule smashed his face into hers. Her eyes went wide, making eye contact with Kurapika’s.

She felt her blood run cold at the look in his eyes. She’d never seen him look so angry.

He was pushing people out of the way to get to them, (Name) having only a few seconds to stop him before he blew both of their covers.

She closed her eyes, tangling her hands in Dracule’s long black locks. (Name) deepened the kiss, wrapping her leg around his.

Kurapika stopped, watching the scene with wide eyes. His heart pounded against his chest, an awful ache settling behind his ribs.

It hurt, watching her reciprocate Dracule’s kiss and touches. He knew why she was doing it, but that didn’t stop it from being painful to watch.

She pulled away, panting slightly. “I want… I want you…”

Kurapika’s blood pressure was beginning to rise, summoning his chains. “Naughty girl… let’s go to that room you mentioned earlier, hmm?”

She nodded, glancing to Kurapika before leading Dracule towards the room. Kurapika took a deep breath before following them, biting his lip so harshly he could taste blood.

She pulled him into the room, leaving it cracked behind her. Dracule was already reaching around to pull her zipper down, (Name) blushing furiously as she tried to slow him down long enough for Kurapika to get there.

He pulled her dress down, exposing the lacy black bra she’d worn for the occasion. “It’s almost like you wore this just for me…” he cooed, hands about to cup her breasts.

“N-no, please slow down!” (Name) said, beginning to struggle against him. Panic was beginning to settle into her chest, causing the (h/c) haired girl to tear up.

He didn’t release his hold on her, holding onto her waist so tight she winced.

“Shh, just stay quiet and-“

“Judgement Chain!”

The sound of chains shooting out and into Dracule’s chest made (Name) relax, the girl stepping out the man’s arms and rushing over to Kurapika. The blonde softened when he saw her face.

She was holding onto her dress, trying to cover herself as much as possible as tears beaded in the corner of her eyes. (Name) didn’t speak, only standing near his side.

Kurapika turned his eyes on Dracule, who was sneering. “You little bitch, you set me up!”

Kurapika’s eyes narrowed. “I would watch what you say, Mr. Dracule Midnight. It could be your final words.” His voice was low and cold as he stepped forward, flexing his finger.

Dracule clutched his chest, crying out in pain as the chain tightened around his heart.

“I’ll be placing a condition on you. My nen blade is in your heart, and if you asnwer any of the questions I ask you with a lie, you will die.”

Dracule sank to the floor, groaning. “What the hell do you want? Money? I’ll give you anything just-“

“Silence.”

The man screamed, his voice unheard by the people outside due to the loud music.

“My first question is, where are the scarlet eyes you keep in your possession?”

“I-In my home!”

Kurapika tutted, placing his foot on the man’s head. “I need specifics.”

(Name) pulled a small notepad and pen from her purse, and write down the address Dracule Midnight gave them. “My second question is, who killed Victor Hummins and his wife?”

“I… hired some assassins to take them out. My… my boss heard they were planning something and… ordered me to stop them.”

“Your boss?”

Kurapika hummed. “Alright, last question.”

He crouched down, taking off his contacts to stare into the man’s eyes with his scarlet ones.

“What were you planning on doing to her after she said no?”

Dracule blubbered, glancing back at (Name). “N-nothing I swea-“

Before he could even finish, he coughed up blood as the nen blade pierced his heart. Kurapika waited a moment before yanking his chain out harshly, blood spraying out and covering his face.

He stared down at the man’s corpse, eyes burning red. Usually, he didn’t enjoy killing, but this time…

“Disgusting.”

Kurapika stood, turning to see (Name) struggling to keep herself covered, tears still in her eyes. “… turn around.”

She looked up, eyes widening slightly at the bloody sight in front of her before doing as told. He pulled her dress up, zipping her up before sighing. “There, you’re decent now.”

(Name) turned back, watching as Kurapika leaned against the wall, eyes boring holes into the man’s corpse. “… we should go before someone noticed he’s gone.”

Kurapika nodded, slowly raising his gaze to meet hers. He’d calmed down slightly, her presence alone able to help him catch his breath. “… (Name)?”

She hummed in response as she texted Gon and Killua that they were about to leave.

“… did… did you enjoy kissing him?”

The air grew tense, Kurapika immediately knowing he fucked up.

“… why are you asking me that?”

He stuttered out a response, stepping forward. “I’m sorry, I just… was curious. You looked…”

(Name) scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was acting, kind of like what you did to me in that alleyway. Neither of us… actually felt anything.”

Ouch.

Kurapika remembered feeling a lot, and hearing her say she felt nothing made his chest hurt.

‘He was just acting, (Name). You can’t… you can’t let yourself get your hopes up.’ she thought, looking away from him.

“I see… of course.”

Kurapika shrugged off his jacket, placing it around his shoulders. “I apologize, (Name). You’re just quite the actress.”

He tried to give her a comforting smile, but it came out looking strained. (Name) glanced at him, pulling the jacket around her herself. “… thank you.”

She cuddled into the fabric, only to blink and crinkle her nose. “Yuck, this smells like cigarettes…”

She blinked again, looking up at her blonde friend. (Name) leaned toward and sniffed him, causing Kurapika to yelp. “(N-Name)!”

She gasped. “Kurapika, you didn’t smoke, did you? Do you know how bad that is for you?”

He groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “It was only one. I only smoke socially.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, whatever you say.”

She handed him his jacket back, pinching her nose. “You can have this back. I can’t stand the smell of cigarettes…”

He stared at her as she stormed off, having to go around the back so no one saw how bloody he was.

——————

“How did it go?”

Killua and Gon jumped down from the building they’d been on, the former raising an eyebrow at Kurapika’s bloody state.

“… he’s dead, but we got the information we needed.”

(Name) wasn’t even looking at Kurapika, calling them a cab. “Damn, what did you do to piss off (Name)?” Killua asked, ready to extend his claws if Kurapika did anything to hurt her.

“Apparently she doesn’t like the fact that I smoke sometimes.” Kurapika said, rubbing his temple.

“Yeah, probably because she has asthma!” Gon said, smiling up at the blonde. Kurapika blinked.

“She what?”

Killua groaned. “You cannot be serious right now. How many times did she use her inhaler during the exam??”

“.. none?”

The two blinked at him. “Kurapika…” Gon said, putting a hand on his friends shoulder. “We saw her use it several times.”

“Shit, maybe she was hiding it from you. She doesn’t like others knowing about her weakness.”

‘Especially not him.’ Killua finished in his thoughts. ‘She’d never tell him after the shit he said in York New.’

(Name) walked back over. “Our cab will be here soon.”

“Thank you, (Name).” Kurapika said, attempting to stand closer to her. She frowned, stepping back.

“Pika I’m not trying to be mean, but until you get the smell of cigarettes off of you, stay back.”

Kurapika visibly deflated at her words, leaning against the building and pouting. Killua looked at Kurapika and smirked.

“(Name), I missed you!”

He ran forward, burying his face in her shoulder. (Name) laughed, pulling him close. “Aww, Killua, I was only gone for a little!”

She kissed the top of his head, Killua glancing back to stick his tongue out at the blonde.

‘That brat!’

Gon joined the hug, not understanding Killua was only doing it to tease Kurapika. “Killua was real worried about you, mom!”

“Mom?” Kurapika said, laughing. “Not you too.”

Killua sighed. “Gon, you called her mom.”

Gon tilted his head, looking down at (Name). “But (Name) doesn’t mind. Right?”

She laughed, ruffling his hair. “Of course not, you two are my babies after all~” she cooed, kissing both of their foreheads.

Killua felt his cheeks go pink, swatting her affection away. “Not a baby…”

But he couldn’t help feeling happy that she loved him so much, smiling to himself.

Kurapika watched this with a scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest. ‘Could really use another cigarette right now.’

———————

Kurapika pulled on his tabard, throwing his clubbing clothes to the ground. “I’m going to go scout out the location Dracule gave us. I’ll be back by morning.”

(Name) stood in front of him, blocking the door. “Oh no you don’t! It’s the middle of the night, and you’re tired! It doesn’t make sense to go now, especially alone!”

Kurapika raised his hand to push her out of the way, only for the sound of someone clearing their throat to stop him.

Killua stood a few feet away from the two, leaned against the wall. “Kurapika, I would be careful if I were you. Calm down.”

The blonde lowered his hand, eyes narrowing. “… out of my way, (Name).”

“No, you’re staying. End of story.”

She crossed her arms, looking up at him. For a moment, he considered just going ahead and pushing her out of the way, but Killua wouldn’t let that slide. “… fine. We’ll be leaving at dark tomorrow.”

After a shower, Kurapika was the first to go to bed, ignoring the others. (Name) waited until he was asleep to pull the cover over him, sighing as she sat on his bed.

Killua was still feeling upset from earlier, folding his arms over his chest. ‘If I hadn’t stepped in, would he have pushed her? It’s not as bad as when he broke her wrist, but…’

He sighed, plopping down on his and Gon’s shared bed. ‘… I want… I want to believe he’s better, but it seems I’ll have to keep an eye on him.’

(Name) yawned, climbing into her own bed. The room had three beds in total, meaning her and Kurapika got their own place to sleep.

She found herself feeling a bit lonely, turning to face Kurapika. He was only a few feet away from her, she could stand up, walk over, and climb into bed with him.

But she didn’t.

Sleeping in the same bed with him out of necessity was one thing, climbing into bed with him when she had her own was something completely different.

Instead of that, she turned away from him, pulling the blanket up to her chin and cuddling into her pillow.

‘He’s so close, yet so far away. I… I miss him…’

———————

The four sat in their hotel room, bored out of their minds. They couldn’t go forward with their mission until that night, meaning they’d be stuck in the hotel all day long.

“We could play a board game.” Gon suggested, his head in (Name)’s lap. Killua shook his head.

“No, we always fight over games. What’s something else we could do?”

(Name) glanced over at Kurapika, who was still staring at his laptop. He’d been pretty much ignoring the three all day, typing away.

“Hmm…”

She stood up and walked to the small kitchenette, which had a microwave, small fridge, and a few cabinets.

“I have an idea! Let’s make roasted marshmallows!”

The two gave her a confused look. “But (Name)… we can’t start a campfire in the hotel.”

“Yeah, the last time we did that you got mad at us!”

‘Last time??’ Kurapika thought.

“We don’t need a fire to roast marshmallows!” (Name) popped open the bag, pulling one out. “Just need something warm.”

“… you aren’t going to put them in the microwave are you? They’ll explode.” Killua said, raising an eyebrow.

She frowned at him, placing the marshmallows on a paper plate. “I’ve done this a hundred times before! I’ve never had s’mores over a fire.”

“What? Why not?”

(Name) got quiet, turning the microwave on. “I… didn’t have friends growing up, and my parents…”

She cleared her throat, watching the marshmallow head up for a minute before pulling it out. “Let’s just say they weren’t exactly… present. I was fed, clothed, and having a home. That’s it.”

Kurapika wanted to reach out and place a hand on her shoulder, but Killua spoke up. “Wow they sound like they sucked.”

This made her laugh. “Yeah, they did. But now I’ve got a family that loves me.”

She pulled Killua and Gon into her arms. “You two and Leorio are all I need.”

Kurapika sat there awkwardly, holding onto his shirt. When (Name) noticed, she was quick to rephrase. “You too, of course. Sorry, I’m just… not used to you being around.”

‘Ah, I guess that’s my fault, really.’

Kurapika watched as she made marshmallows, the two boys laughing as they munched on them. She seemed happy, explaining the right time to take the marshmallows out.

“Now, you two should not have too many, I don’t want you bouncing off the walls when I’m trying to sleep later.”

The two complained, and she sighed. “Okay, one more. But then it’s time to get ready for mission.”

They cheered, Kurapika getting up from his bed to join them. “… can I have one?”

She turned, giving him a smile. “Sure! Let’s get you one ready.”

Kurapika waited a moment, smiling when she brought him a marshmallow. “Oh, there’s two.”

“Yeah, one’s for me! I’ve been making so many for Gon and Killua, but I haven’t gotten to eat one yet.”

Kurapika picked one up, glancing up at her before taking a bite. “Mmm!”

Memories of nights spent under the stars with Pairo filled his mind, making him smile. ‘This… this is nice. I forgot how nice it is just to… sit and enjoy things.’

It was just a marshmallow, but he felt his entire body relax. If he hadn’t stopped when (Name) asked, he would have missed out on this moment.

‘Maybe… it’s okay to slow down sometimes.’

As he thought this, he glanced over to (Name), about to apologize for his actions last night.

‘Oh fuck.’

(Name) was struggling to eat a marshmallow, the white, gooey mess dribbling down her chin. She scooped the excess up with her fingers, lapping it up before glancing up at him.

“Mmm… isn’t it good, Kurapika? I just love the texture!”

He stared at her, open mouthed for a moment. She was giving him an innocent look, tilting her head. “Kurapika? Your marshmallow is slipping from you- oh it’s on the floor now.”

He didn’t hear a word she was saying. ‘Fuck I’m glad I stayed.’

“I’ll… be right back. I need a shower.”

“But didn’t you shower last n-“

He was already closing the bathroom door behind him, causing Killua and Gon to look up and reveal they’d stolen the bag of marshmallows.

“… it’s empty. Jesus Christ how many did you eat?”

They didn’t respond, they cheeks puffing out.

“…”

She crouched down and grabbed Killua’s cheeks with both hands. “…”

She squeezed his cheeks, causing marshmallows to fall out of his mouth. Next to her, Gon spat out a few marshmallows. “We’re pretending to be chipmunks!”

He gathered up the spit covered marshmallows and shoved them back in his mouth.

“Gon I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that, for both of our sakes.”

Killua slowly swallowed the rest, sighing when he could speak again. “It was Gon’s idea.”

“Uh huh. You two are in big trouble, but not from me. Eating that much sugar will be punishment enough.”

“What do you mean?”

She stood up, walking away.

“MOM WHAT DO YOU MEAN??”

——————

Kurapika sighed, having just come down from his third orgasm. The sight of her covered in marshmallow fluff had really riled him up, making him walk out of the shower with flushed cheek and a satisfied smile.

He dressed quickly, throwing a towel around his shoulders and walking out. Kurapika walked out, now in a pair of sweatpants and tank top. He thought about snatching (Name)’s hoodie that was hung up nearby, but stopped himself. ‘No, I can’t. Killua would never let me hear the end of it.’

“Kurapika, you’re just in time! We’re almost ready to go!”

The other three were wearing black clothing, (Name) giving him a smile before blinking. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

“… yes.”

“But-“

“It’s comfortable.”

No one argued, not wanting to piss him off before the mission. While it was true the outfit was comfortable, that wasn’t the real reason. He was still feeling a bit… aroused by the earlier events, and wouldn’t be able to hide when he popped a boner in the skin tight black pants he brought with him.

“Let’s get your hair dried, then we’ll go.”

Kurapika sat in front of her, sighing in contentment as she dried his hair. Killua and Gon left to wait for their cab outside, leaving the two alone.

“(Name), about last night…”

She paused, looking down at him. “… what about it?”

He took a deep breath, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry for… being… irritable. You weren’t wrong to stop me.”

She was quiet, her movements pausing. “… apology accepted.”

Her heart thumped at her chest, a small spark of hope lighting up in her heart. ‘Maybe he’s back to being the Pika I knew.’

The moment was interrupted by Killua and Gon walking in. “Cabs here!”

———————

The took the cab out to the town the mansion of Dracule was located, walking the rest of the way by foot. Killua and Gon were racing each other down the road, leaving the two alone once again.

“So, Kurapika… what are your plans after this mission? Have you decided what you’re going to do yet?”

Kurapika stopped in his tracks, looking away from her. That was a question he’d asked himself several times through the past week as they prepared for this mission.

On one hand, he wanted to leave. This was the second time he’d put her in harms way for his own gain. The whole reason he’d left was for her protection, and he was going against that now. If he was just going to come back into her life anyways, he’d hurt her like that for no reason.

On the other hand…

His heart began to thump against his chest when he looked at her. The moon shone down on her, lighting up her pretty features. It was hard to think of anything else other than how much he wanted her in this moment.

‘I’m so fucking selfish.’

Kurapika cleared his throat, continuing to walk. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“I see…”

She continued walking, glancing at him as he stayed by her side. “I would… like if you stayed with me.”

His eyes widened, a light pink lighting up his cheeks. “… you would?”

“Yeah. I… really missed you when you were gone.”

Her admission had his heart pounding, and he had to look away from her so she couldn’t see how red his face had gotten. ‘She… missed me? Even after everything I did? Maybe… maybe…’

Kurapika glanced back at her, eyes softening. ‘Maybe… it’s not too late. Would it be so bad if I stayed?’

Killua and Gon came sprinting back. “The mansion is only a few yards up ahead. Gon and I surveyed the perimeter, and there seems to be no guards in sight. We even found a way in.”

(Name) laughed. “Great job, you two! Let’s get going!”

——————

Kurapika helped (Name) in through a window, his hand lingering around her waist for a moment before he pulled away.

“If his directions are right, the safe should be down this hall and to the right. Gon, you two keep watch. Killua, you go and get his computer from his room. (Name), you’re coming with me.”

He grabbed her hand and began to walk down the hall. The walls were decorated with portraits of Dracule and his family, (Name) frowning. ‘He has such a beautiful family, and gave it all up to hook up with random women.’

She rubbed her arm, shivering slightly at the memory of his touch. Dracule had been rough, tasting like whiskey and cigarettes.

At that moment, she remembered her kiss shared with Kurapika in the alley. He’d been gentle, careful to not hurt her when he pinned her against the wall. Although he was a bit awkward, he was nowhere near a bad kisser, making her melt under his touch.

‘I wanna… kiss him again…’

“(Name)? (Name) do you have the combination?”

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Kurapika’s words. He was whispering into her ear, breath tickling her neck. She shivered again, but for a different reason this time.

“Yes, it should be right here…”

She reached for her purse, only to come up empty. “My purse… I left it, shit!”

Kurapika covered her mouth. “Fuck. What are we going to do? Damn it.”

He let her go, not wanting her to see how angry he was. As he cursed, (Name) stood and approached the safe, holding her hand over it. “Kurapika, I’ll have to release Zetsu for this. If there are any skilled nen users nearby, they may be able to sense me.”

“What are you-“

The safe began to rust, Kurapika’s eyes widening as it began to deteriorate in front of them. “Shit, it’s hard to focus on just the safe…”

Sweat dripped down her brow, the girl collapsing when it disintegrated into dust. Kurapika rushed forward, kneeling down to check on her before glancing up.

The scarlet eyes stood before him, several pairs looking at him. “(Name)… you…”

He was astonished. In just seconds, she’d completely disintegrated an entire safe. “Sped up… it’s time…”

She stood on wobbly legs, giving him a tired smile. “That was-“

“So this is what I was sensing.”

The two looked back to see a woman staring them down from behind them. She was a good 10 feet away, her long blonde hair framing her pretty face.

‘That’s the woman from the portraits!’ (Name) thought, eyes wide.

“Mrs. Midnight.”

Kurapika stood up, summoning his chains. “So that’s why there are no guards, you’re a nen user yourself.”

The woman sighed, crossing her arms. “Why are you what and what do you want? My husband isn’t here, if that’s what you’re looking for. He’s barely ever here anymore.”

Upon closer inspection, (Name) could see dark circles under her eyes, her hair a mess, and she seems… exhausted. And if she wasn’t imagining things, the hints of bruises shaped like fingers peeled out of her turtleneck.

Kurapika seemed ready to attack, standing in front of (Name) protectively. “Kurapika, remember she has children!” she said in a hushed voice. The blonde frowned.

“So did Victor.”

The woman summoned a staff, twirling it expertly.

(Name) struggled to think of a solution that would allow them all to leave the situation unharmed.

“Your husband is dead!” (Name) blurted our, causing her friend to pause.

Kurapika blinked, looking back to his friend in shock. “(Name)!”

The woman stared at (Name), her expression unreadable. “He wasn’t a good man, and was cheating on you! And from I can see… he wasn’t a good man to you either. You deserve better!”

Kurapika stared wide eyed at (Name). ‘Oh my god, she’s an idiot we’re going t-‘

“Thank god.”

‘WHAT?’

The woman relaxed, tugging at her turtleneck as her staff disappeared. “I suspected as much, but couldn’t do anything. He threatened to hurt the children, I…”

She held herself, (Name) moving past Kurapika too walk towards her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to tell us anything more. He’s gone now, you don’t have to be scared anymore.”

(Name) gave her a smile, before getting serious. “We came here to take these eyes back. A… friend of ours is the only surviving member of the clan they were stolen from.”

The woman nodded, sighing. “Please, feel free to take them. My husbands- well, ex husbands hobby never sat well with me, but I was powerless to stop him.”

Kurapika held onto the front of his tank top looking down. Once again, he had been about to act rashly without thinking of the consequences. He’d just assumed that the woman was in on it, and had been seconds away from killing her.

“Momma!”

Two children ran out of the darkness, clinging to the woman’s legs. She gasped, kneeling down to shield them. “I told you to stay in your rooms!”

“But we didn’t want you to fight them alone momma!”

The older of the two, a girl with twin braids held a toe sword in her hand, whacking (Name) over the head with it. “Don’t you hurt my momma!”

“Ouch, hey! I’m not gonna-“

Kurapika caught the sword, crushing it in his hand. “That’s enough.”

The kid squeaked, running to hide behind her mothers legs. The woman stared at Kurapika, shielding her children.

“… we got what we wanted. Let’s go, (Name).”

She nodded, beginning to walk away. Before getting completely out of view, she turned around.

“I hope you start loving your life for yourself!! You’re gorgeous!!”

With that, the two left, Kurapika raising an eyebrow at her. “What was that for? We were already leaving, there was no need fo-“

“Girls support girls.”

‘Ah, that again.’

He thought back, frowning. ‘If I killed her… her children would have seen it all.’

Before he could spiral into self hate for this, (Name) grabbed his hand. “We got so many pairs today, Kurapika! I bet these kiddos are happy you found them!”

She held onto the two glass cases gently, beginning to hum a lullaby. “(Name)…”

“It’s time for them to rest. I hope… if I hum them a lullaby, it will help them find their way home.”

His heart thumped against his chest wildly as she continued, biting his bottom lip.

‘I.. think I love her.’

Gon jumped when the two arrived at the window, Killua poking his head into the mansion to complain about them being late.

“Ugh, you two took forever, it’s been a whole hour.”

(Name) laughed, handing Killua one of the cases. “We got a little tied up.”

The walk home was quiet, the weight of the eyes in their arms heavy.

———————

Leorio tapped his foot, waiting at the train station. The four had finished their mission two days ago, leaving the next morning.

“Leorio!”

His scowl turned into a smile at the sound of (Name)’s voice, opening his arms so she could jump into his arms. “Hey there, sunshine. Miss me?”

“So much!”

She kissed his cheek, cooing as she nuzzled her cheek against his. “Thank you so much for watching Meatloaf, my sweet guy.”

His face was turning red, laughing lowly. “Anything for you, sunshine.”

She giggled, holding a hand to her cheek. “So, how is she? Did she have her babies?”

Leorio’s smile faded, (Name) feeling her heart drop. “About that…” he trailed off when he saw the boys walking over, Kurapika giving him a jealous look.

“She’s at the vet right now.”

They dropped Killua and Gon off at the house before he drove the other adults to the vet. “She went into labor last night, and was having trouble so I brought her to the vet as soon as I could. I haven’t been able to get any updates because I left early to pick you all up.”

(Name) bit her lip, looking out the window. Kurapika noticed this, holding onto her hand. “I’m sure it-she’s okay, (Name).

She squeezed his hand back, nodding slowly. “Yeah… yeah I hope so.”

The three arrived at the vet, (Name) being brought to a room to see meatloaf.

“She’s okay, just tired. The kittens, however…”

(Name) peeked into the kennel, tears beading at her eyes. There was only one kitten in the kennel, a weak looking orange tabby.

“Only one survived, and we’re not sure this one will make it. It seems due to her being malnourished, the kittens didn’t develop enough to live outside her body. He’s the only one that had fully functional organs.”

(Name) nodded slowly, reaching into the kennel and placing her hand over the kitten. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay…”

She activated her nen, speeding up the recovery time of both Meatloaf and the kitten.

“What’s next? How long will they need to stay here?”

The vet sighed, looking at the clipboard in her hands. “I’d say at least a week. Meatloaf is still malnourished, but has shown a lot of improvement over the past week since she’s been here. Regardless, we’d like to keep her and the kitten here for observation.”

(Name) nodded, pulling her hand away. “I understand.”

Kurapika looked up when (Name) walked out, quick to rush over. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah… yeah she’s fine. Only…”

She began tearing up, her lip quivering. “Only one of the kittens survived.”

“Oh, (Name).”

Kurapika pulled her into a hug, eyes softening as she sobbed into his shirt. He hated seeing her cry, especially when it was over something like this.

Leorio joined their hug before guiding (Name) to the car. “Let’s get home, sunshine.”

——————

(Name) broke the news to the other two, still struggling to speak without crying. Killua hugged her. “It’s not your fault, mom. She was already not in the best shape. If… if I had caught her sooner…”

(Name) pulled away, shaking her head. “No, no don’t talk like that baby. You did your very best, and if you hadn’t told me where she was, she might have given birth alone and that baby would have died too.”

Killua nodded, burying his face in his shoulder. “… I… I don’t want them to die.”

She held him close. “I know, I know… that’s life, baby. It happens sometimes.”

Gon seemed to be taking it better, used to seeing animals die. (Name) was right, and Gon knew that better than anyone. Everyone died eventually, and he was just happy that Meatloaf and the kitten were okay.

They spent the day together, Killua sticking by (Name)’s side as they settled back in.

———————

A day later, Kurapika climbed up the stairs, stopping a few times to question if what he was doing was the right thing to do.

‘This… this is what I need to do for now. I can always change my mind later.’

He knocked on (Name)’s door, waiting a moment before the door creaked open, the girl peeking out. “Oh, hey Pika. Need something?”

The nickname had his heart racing already, the blonde having to calm himself down. “Yes, I do actually. Can I…”

She blinked. “Oh, yes, come in!”

She opened the door wider, allowing him to walk in. Kurapika sat down on her bed, gesturing for her to sit with him.

“I… wanted to talk to you about something. It’s important, so listen carefully, okay?”

“…okay.”

He took a deep breath, glancing at her before beginning. “I… wanted to ask if… you would consider coming on missions with me more often. Your ability is very useful, and…”

‘You help me keep a level head.’

He didn’t say this though, leaving the sentence unfinished. (Name)’s face began to light up, her eyes widening. “Does that mean… you’ll be staying here?”

He nodded slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks when she laughed, grabbing his hands. “Really? You’re here to stay?”

“Yes, I am.”

She hugged him then, face burying itself in her chest as she laughed, her aura surrounding him.

He could feel how happy she was, but could only scowl.

‘I hope… I hope I don’t have to hurt her again. I just want to…’

He hugged her back, burying his face in her hair.

‘I want to be with her. So much.’

But the truth of the situation lingered in the back of his mind.

In reality, he was using her to avenge his clan, putting the woman he loved in danger for his own gain.

Was it so bad, though, when she was so happy to help him? He inhaled her scent, letting himself melt into her embrace.

‘This… is nice…’

Even if she was only helping Kurapika to keep him from leaving her behind, he couldn’t feel very loved in that moment.

———————

Killua laughed, rushing into the living room. “Guys!”

(Name) looked up, Kurapika mumbling in his sleep. She’d been leaning against his shoulder. Over the past two days, she’d grown a bit more comfortable being by his side. It wasn’t much, but it was progress.

Gon and Leorio were playing Mario cart next to them, pausing their game.

The blonde rubbed his eyes as Killua stepped into view, holding up a piece of paper.

“I won!”

They all looked at him confused. “Won what?” (Name) asked, tilting her head. Killua sighed.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you. I entered into a raffle right before we left for some tickets to a hot spring and won.”

(Name) gasped, jumping up. “Really?? How many tickets?”

“Five!”

She giggled, pulling him into s hug. “Oh, how exciting! I’ve never been to a hot spring before!”

Kurapika perked up, finally awake. “That sounds nice. I heard they have healing properties and-“

“Who said you were going?”

Kurapika narrowed his eyes at the white haired boy. “But you have five tickets.”

“Yeah, but-“

(Name) flicked his forehead. “Killua, be nice. Of course you’re coming Kurapika. It’ll be a nice change of pace!”

Leorio took the tickets as Killua grumbled. “Hey… the hot spring is at least a day away. We only get to stay on night. Oh!”

Leorio snapped his fingers, grinning. “Why don’t we have a little road trip? It would be a waste to drive there and drive back the next day. Instead, we should take a few days and travel around the area. I know there’s a big amusement park only a few hours past this hot spring.”

(Name) nodded. “That sounds like a plan! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here Gon! That means you can come with us.”

He grinned, leaning his head against Killua’s shoulder. “Yeah, this will be fun!”

The white haired boy blushed, pushing Gon away. “Yeah, yeah.”

‘A road trip… more time to spend with (Name).’

Kurapika watched with soft eyes as (Name) scurried around the house to get ready for their trip.

‘What could go wrong?’

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