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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Hey did you get my ask/request of Alastor and Wife!reader having an argument and Alastor says something horrible to her leaving him to have to make up for it?

I did, I just have a lot of stuff in my inbox

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being in the DOGHOUSE

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Alastor doesn't mind fighting, likes to bicker with and irritate those around him as some strange show of dominance

But his wife is an exception, he hates fighting with his wife and goes to great lengths to avoid it

Despite his efforts, you two do still fight from time to time and he hates it, he tries so hard to reign in that cruel part of him

He doesn't really even remember what started the fight, probably something dangerous he did that upset you

Something like the Adam stunt

And he probably tried to brush it off, his pride not letting him admit that your fears were warranted

You were understandably getting worked up over his dismissal, and he was getting irritated that you wouldn't just drop it

Everyone else in the hotel had scattered and hidden the moment you two started to uncharacteristically raise your voices at each other

Angel had to grab Niffy to stop her from watching the entire argument play out

He just doesn't want to scare you with the idea of losing him, he wants to be your strong, invincible husband

It makes him uncomfortable that you see beyond the powerful overlord demon and instead zero in on the man beneath it all

"Darling, I would understand your fears if I hadn't come back to you in one piece, but I'm here. With you. Perfectly fine."

You could rip your hair out due to frustration, almost in tears, how could he not understand how you felt?

"Alastor! That's not the point! You can't be so reckless! It's not just you that you have to worry about anymore! You have a wife! You have to live and be safe for me!"

He fears a pang of anger over being told what to do, rage and irritation over the unintentional reminder of his failure to win

Which makes his mind wander to his deal, his fucking leash

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying

"If I knew that everything I do had to be approved by you then, I would've rethought this whole marriage ordeal."

Alastor regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, his ears folding back at the sight of your hurt expression

Your eyes have tears in them but you're doing your best to hold them in, turning on your heel to leave the room

"Wait-Darling, I didn't-"

"Just...give me some space, Alastor."

He regrets it so much, watching you walk away from him when he should be begging for forgiveness

He hates seeing you so upset but he hates being the reason for it even more

Alastor tries to give you the space you asked for, but it's difficult when all he wants to do is make up with you already

But he also doesn't want to actually talk about what happened

So he breaks fairly easily when he sees you again, coming up behind you and hugging you

Only to be shrugged off when he goes for a small kiss, left with a sinking feeling in his stomach

"I said to give me space, I'm not ready to talk to you yet."

Normally, Alastor loves it when you're cruel and cold, finds it a little hot, but when it's aimed at him? He hates it so fucking much

Literally looks like a kicked puppy when you walk away from him again, Charlie and Vaggie looking at anything but him

"You know what, Charlie? I do see that crack in the wall!"

He tries again later, sitting next to you and trying to wrap an arm around your shoulders while the radio bursts to life with a love song

Only to be rewarded with an ill hidden sniffle and you immediately getting up to walk away from him

"If you're not going to apologize and have a genuine conversation with me then don't even bother."

It's driving Alastor crazy not being able to be with you, to not be able to properly make up with you

But he still doesn't want to admit he messed up or have that uncomfortable conversation with you

So he tries lavish gifts and other romantic gestures that all get rejected or given to Niffty to do whatever she wants with them

"Yay!! I'm going to poison these and give them to the mother bugs!!"

Okay...maybe Angel should have these...

Alastor is starting to understand that he can't just gloss over this one

He understands it a little more later that night when you go to bed without him, and he's left too nervous to follow after you

Several hours into the night, the guilt eats at him and he breaks, sneaking into the bedroom

You're awake, your eyes red rimmed from crying but you manage to give him a glare before turning your back to him

"Darling, I believe I owe you an apology..."

The way your tense body relaxes is all he needs, crawling into bed with you and pulling you to his chest

It's a difficult pill for him to swallow, so it's easier for him to have these conversations with you like this

He doesn't want you to see his weakness even when he's laying it out for you

Luckily, Alastor is good with his words and you're willing to listen now that an apology is on the table

It's a long conversation that leaves you both sleepless and emotional in each other's arms

But things are settled and Alastor is forgiven, happy to be back in your good graces

He tried to be strong and hold himself back, he really did... but being without the warmth of your love was torture for him

It was a rough couple of hours for him

HA WHIPPED

"Angel, shut the fuck up before you get yourself killed!"

He's extra clingy and romantic with you for DAYS afterwards, making everyone else at the hotel practically nauseous

Except for Charlie, of course, she loves it

He's just so relieved that you've forgiven him, still disgusted with himself for even saying what he said

Asks you for yet another kiss that morning before Husk finally walks away, annoyed by Alastor's neediness

You don't mind your husband's clingy antics, enjoying the extra attention he's giving you

You should get mad at him more often

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strawnarrries · 7 months

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We Fight, We Make Up

Summary: Harry gets turned on when you yell at him.

Requested: Nope

POV: 2nd

Word count: 3.4k

Warning(s): Unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight spanking

The argument happened before the night even started. You didn't even wanna go. You wanted to stay in the hotel with your husband. Alone. Without having to share him with anyone else. Recently, you have been missing him. Yes, you see him every day and fall asleep with him every night; but you felt like you had to share him with the entire world. When he wasn't on stage in front of his thousands of fans, he was either at the gym or working with his team, writing new songs, and talking about new plans.

Tonight was one of his rare nights off and of course, he and his team wanted to go out. He wanted you to go with him and you did, but you were grumpy from the moment he brought it up to the moment you're at with him now.

You were arguing while you got ready. Harry didn't understand where you were coming from. You were on tour with him. You were with him every day, went everywhere that he went, and got to sleep next to him every night. He thought you were being a bit needy and selfish. He didn't say that to you of course, but he definitely voiced that he thought you were being irrational.

Once you had met everyone in the hotel lobby, you both put on your brave faces, not wanting to draw any attention to your problems. You tried to forget about your current struggles and have fun while you could. Neither of you drank that much. You just were not in the mood and Harry had a show the next day. It was only occasional that he would drink while on tour, but never when he had a show the next day.

Once the night was over, the argument continued.

"Y/N, baby, I dunno what you want me to do. We're on tour, this is my work. I can't spend every second with you."

"Oh my god, Harry. You know I'm not asking you to spend every second with me. I just want some alone time with you. I told you I feel like I have to share you with everyone and never get any time just you and me."

"But we do get alone time. We got a whole room to ourselves. I give you a cuddle while we fall asleep every night. Why is that not enough?"

"It's not about being enough. It's about me feeling like you're not prioritizing me or wanting to spend any time with me."

"This is the first tour that you've been able to come with me for every show. This is what it's like. I don't get alone time. This is my job. I can't just drop it all to spend time with you."

You were starting to get angry, "You don't work every hour of the day! Tonight - I told you beforehand that I didn't wanna go and I wanted to stay here with you but you wanted to go out instead."

"Well, yeah because I've got a night off and wanted to have fun with everyone."

"Exactly! Everyone. You didn't wanna spend time with me. You spend time with them every fucking day and the one day you have off you choose to be with them."

"Y/N, you-" he started before you cut him off, your voice raising in frustration, "Harry, you're my fucking husband! I shouldn't have to beg you to spend time with just me!"

All of a sudden, a cheeky, slightly evil smirk arose on his lips and his eyes scanned your body up and down. It was very rare that you got angry when you argue with him, you usually just get really sad. Your disagreements are usually quiet and filled with tears. It was your least favorite thing to do. You hated having serious conversations with Harry and couldn't help but cry when they happened. Harry was a sympathetic cryer so when you cried, he cried. In the 10 years that you and Harry have been together, you only yelled at him in an argument probably 4 times. So, he found this moment quite amusing.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?"

"I'm not," he chuckled looking up at your angry eyes.

He kept that smirk on his lips as he stared at you deeply, your blood beginning to boil as a breathy giggle left his lips.

"Oh my god, I'm so sick of this," you snapped, turning around and getting ready to storm into the bathroom.

"Y/N, stop."

He was quick to grab your arm, pulling him into you and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from running from him. Placing both hands on his hips, you glared up at him, "What?"

He didn't reply, his eyes bore into yours while he was pushing your hips against his, jutting his out to show you exactly what he was feeling. You could feel his tight bulge straining in his slacks against your pelvis and you could not believe what was happening.

"You're hard?" you replied as your lips mindlessly curved up in amusement, "Why?"

"Dunno, you rarely yell at me when we argue. It's kinda sexy," he replied, his voice slow and deep.

"What?" You were the one laughing now, "You're not supposed to get turned on. You're supposed to get pissed at me."

"I am pissed at you. But you're fuckin' cute when you get angry." He looked you up and down once more before adding, "Might be this outfit too."

"Oh my gosh, I wanna be mad at you so bad because of this but I'm really amused."

"Are we about to have angry sex?"

You didn't even answer him. You immediately pulled him down by the back of his neck and attacked his lips with yours. He kissed you back, moving in sync with you. His tongue caressed your lips, tasting you as you backed him up against the edge of the bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress and he immediately sat down, pulling you with him. Pulling your dress up past your hips so you could spread your legs, you straddled his lap. His hands immediately went to your ass, cupping and squeezing it.

You continued to kiss him, making out like you were teenagers. Your kisses were fast and sloppy, your panties dampening as you ground your hips against his center. You ran your fingers through his dark hair, tugging at the soft strands gently. You felt your clit throbbing in anticipation and you knew you couldn't wait too long before he filled you up.

Your hands frantically slid down his body, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. You had been so upset with him, you had overlooked how good he looked tonight. He wore a white button-up, only having the bottom two buttons tied together to show off his tanned, tattooed chest. He paired it with a pair of black slack pants and white loafers that he had slipped off the moment you got back to your room. He had his famous cross and phallic banana necklaces on and had rings lined on almost every one of his fingers.

You slid his top off of his shoulders and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. His glistening skin and dark tattoos were now on full display for you. You ran your fingernails across his body, feeling every inch of his torso that you could reach. You continued to grind your center against his, circling your hips so his bulge rubbed perfectly against your clothed clit.

"I want you so bad," he breathed out and you hummed against his lips in agreement.

His fingertips grabbed onto the hem of your silky dress and pulled it up over your head, tossing it with his shirt. Your lips only parted to pull the dress off, immediately attaching again once you were exposed to him. His hands reached behind your back and unclasped your strapless bra with ease, letting it fall onto your lap. After grabbing it and tossing it, his hands cupped both breasts and kneaded them harshly.

His kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking at all your sweet spots. You let your head fall to the side to give him more access and hummed in satisfaction. His lips trailed even further down until they latched onto your right breast. He sucked at your nipple, hand still kneading your left one. Flicking his tongue back and forth against your bud, your back arched into him. Nibbling on it, you whimpered and he pulled away, giving your other breast the same amount of attention.

Returning back to your lips, he tugged on the band of your panties, acknowledging that he wanted them off. You stood up in between his legs and pulled your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. While you did that, he unbuttoned the button on his pants, lifted his hips, pushed them down his thighs, and pulled them off his legs.

Both of you were now completely naked and exposed to each other. You straddled his lap again and he reached down between your bodies, sliding his fingers between your folds to feel your wetness. He groaned softly as his middle finger and ring finger slipped past your opening with ease. You mimicked his moan when his fingers began to move in and out of you, the coldness of his peace ring and his pearl ring sending chills up your spine.

"Jesus, Y/N, I'm so fuckin' horny right now," he groaned desperately.

"I need you inside me," you whimpered into his ear, equally as desperate, "right now, Harry, please."

"C'mere," he hummed.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he wrapped his arms around you and stood up. Turning around, he laid you down on the sheets with your hips at the edge of the bed while standing in between your spread legs. He grasped onto both of your ankles and hooked them around his shoulders. Wrapping his right palm around his member, he wasted no time and immediately positioned his swollen tip at your entrance, sliding in while he hovered over you. You both let out moans at the euphoric feeling of him filling you up. He stilled inside of you, allowing you a minute to adjust to his size. His forehead rested against yours and he grunted softly when he felt you clench around him.

Leaning back up, he grabbed onto each of your thighs to ground you. Not holding anything back, he began thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. He knew your body like the back of his hand. Knew every single one of your sweet spots and every single movement that made you putty in his hands.

His thighs slapped against yours and your breasts bobbed with each hard thrust of his hips. Your orgasm was quickly starting to grow closer and you found yourself clenching around him each time his tip brushed up against your good spot. Your face contorted with pleasure and you tightly gripped the sheets below you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered softly, "Harry, yes!"

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted in between stagged breaths, "Just wanted me to fuck you like this?"

His fingertips dug into the skin of your thighs, most likely leaving marks for you to complain about the next morning. The bed squeaked under you and you knew the backs of your thighs were quickly turning bright red with the repetitive slapping. It was purely a pornographic scene and you were in complete and utter bliss.

"Answer me."

"Yes, yes," you chanted, "I needed this so bad. Needed you, Harry."

Lifting your head slightly, you looked down and watched as he disappeared in and out of you. He was slick with you, sparkling against the light in the room. You could physically hear how wet you are for him. His movements intensify that sound with each thrust. You let your head fall back down to the bed and look up at him. He's looking down between your bodies, watching what you were just watching. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his jaw hung slack as he breathed irregularly.

You watched as his muscles clenched with each thrust, a sheen layer of sweat beginning to form on his skin, glittering his tattoos. You let your eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure grew. You felt his left hand leave your thigh and immediately grasp onto your breast, squeezing it and allowing his thumb and pointer finger to pinch at your nipples.

Without warning, he wrapped his hands around your sides and flipped you over so you were on your belly. He tapped your hip gently, acknowledging you to sit up. Resting your elbows on the sheets to support your body, you stuck your ass up in the air for him, leaning back and pressing into him. He positioned at your entrance again and started back up where he had left off.

The sound of his skin slapping and your wetness continued to echo loudly throughout the room and if he wasn't making you feel so damn good right now, you would be worried about people outside the room hearing.

"Talk to me. This is exactly what you fuckin' wanted so tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"No," you whimpered, trying to get a rise out of him, "you don't love me anymore."

"Say that one more time and I'll spank you 'till you cry," he grunted.

You grinned at his words. You knew he wouldn't actually spank you until you cried, but you wanted to challenge him, "I'm not wrong."

His hand swatted at the fullest part of your ass and you squealed at the slight sting, his rings he never took off intensifying that sting. He never spanked you super hard, just enough to get you to straighten up when you were being sassy with him.

"Wanna try me again?"

"You never give me attention anymore."

Another spank landed across your ass and you moaned, his hand massaging the area to soothe the sting, "You're such a brat. You're asking for it now, aren't you?"

After one more smack against your skin, he grunted and his thrusts came to an abrupt stop. You were about to protest but then felt his big hands collecting your hair. He switched all of it to one hand, holding it up into a ponytail. He tugged on it, pulling your head back so that he could easily lean down to nip at your ear lobe and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips. Using his free hand, he grabbed onto your hip again and began thrusting.

"Want me all to yourself all the fuckin' time, huh?" he growled into your ear, sending shivers up your spine.

"You're mine," you moaned, "Don't like sharing you."

"Fuckin' selfish is what you are," he grunted in your ear, "Can't get enough of me, huh?"

You moaned in response, breath hitching in your throat before he continued, "Got people wanting my attention left and right and you only want me for yourself. I can see why though, with how good I make you feel. Not once have I ever failed to have you fuckin' trembling under me, babe."

"You're such a fucking narcissist," you grunted, words coming out strangled.

He chuckled deeply, biting on the shell of your ear, "It's the sole reason why you married me, innit? 'cause of how easy I can get you to scream my name?"

"Fuck off," you groaned and he chuckled again, loving how he got to you.

"Got the sexiest girl in the world to be my wife. How can I not be narcissistic?"

"Mmm," you whimpered, ignoring him, "Want more."

"More? Am I not giving you enough right now?"

"No, gimme more."

"Greedy, greedy girl. You're my greedy girl though, that right?"

You hummed in agreement as he let go of your hair, your head immediately hanging low. With both hands now on your hips, fingertips gripping your skin tightly, he changed his rhythm. Fast and hard. Exactly what you wanted right now.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Got me wrapped around your little finger."

"Obviously not, or else we wouldn't be in this situation right now," you grunted in sync with the smack of his hips against yours.

"Still mad at me, huh?"

"Just shut up and make me cum," you groaned.

You heard him chuckle behind you as he kept his rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm by the second. His thighs smacked against yours and the sound echoed throughout your hotel room. Your breath was hitched in your throat, your face contorted with pleasure and your jaw slack as moans occasionally escaped when your hitched breath allowed.

He got so deep inside you, hitting your special spot just underneath where your clit was located with each thrust of his powerful hips. His fingers were gripping your hips tightly, nails carving crescent moon shapes within your skin. Your clenched around him and you could feel every inch of him moving against your walls.

"Oh, Harry," you whimpered into the sheets and Harry's heart swelled as he noticed how much you needed this. How much you needed him.

With the length of his thrusts shortening and pace only slowing down slightly, he leaned down and pressed his back against yours, cupping your waist to pull him into you.

"Haven't been giving you the attention you deserve, have I, baby?" he grunted into your ear, words in sync with his thrusts.

"Mm mm," you whimpered, his lips against the shell of your ear making you shiver.

"Been neglecting my favorite person in the world. My beautiful wife, fuck, I love you so much."

You couldn't even reply. Your voice wouldn't let you, the only thing you could get out was moans of pure pleasure by not only him inside of you, but also him finally giving you exactly what he wanted. His hands slid up your torso and gripped your breasts, squeezing them as his thumbs flicked over your nipples. You could tell he was close by the way his member twitched inside of you, his strangled moans, and the feeling of his face contorting against your back.

"Need you to cum, baby." he breathed out, "I can't cum if you don't cum first."

"I need-" you began and it was like he read your mind, fingers heading straight for your throbbing clit and rubbing it side to side vigorously, causing you to breathe out, "Yeah."

It didn't take much longer before your body became numb with pleasure. You were trembling, screaming into the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white with how hard you were gripping the covers. Harry continued his movements to carry you through your orgasm, causing it to pulse through you in waves, euphoria completely clouding your mind.

You came down from your high with heavy breaths, the continued stimulation from his thrusts sending a new wave of pleasure over you. When it became too much, you whimpered and he pulled out, groaning painfully, "Where do you want me?"

"My back," you breathed out.

You laid down on your stomach and moved all your hair to your front, while he continued to pump himself to keep his orgasm from falling. Once you were in position, he pressed one knee to the bed to angle himself above you. It was only seconds before you felt the warm feeling of him painting your back with his creamy release, your jaw falling slack. Moans of pleasure fell from his lips as he worked himself through his orgasm, pleasure consuming his body just as it did you only seconds earlier.

Once he had milked the last of his orgasm, he immediately got up to grab a few tissues to clean you off.

"You okay, babe?" he asked while wiping the tissue across your skin.

"Mhm," you hummed in response, ready to just fall asleep in his arms.

Throwing away the soiled tissue, he stated, "All done."

You turned over onto your side and he laid down next to you, pulling you into him, breathing out, "Didn't lie when I said I always get you trembling under me, huh?"

You rolled your eyes teasingly at him, "You're so annoying."

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know. We still need to talk though. The problem didn't just go away 'cause you're good in bed."

He chuckled deeply, "Can we talk tomorrow? Just wanna hold you right now."

"Yeah, lemme go to the bathroom then we can go to bed," you replied as you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom.

"Love you, sexy," he teased, landing a soft smack across the curve of your ass as you got up.

You giggled, "I love you too."

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praisethegabs · 10 months

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HOT

pairing: leon kennedy x reader synopsis: you and leon decide to drink in a bar once the guy you both investigate doesn't show up. the thing is, he's really hot and attractive and gets all the attention. the problem? well, leon doesn't like it when you flirt with someone else. warnings: pure smut, p in v, rough sex, leon being very jealousy and kinky. MINORS DNI! author's note: I wrote this one with id!leon because it fits better, vaguely based on hot by avril lavigne because it came first in my mind when i read the request. whoever you are, anon, i hope you enjoy it! word count: 3060k

The entire bar was having fun.

All the people inside it were busy minding their own lives, drinking with their friends, their loved ones or just drinking alone, enjoying their own company. This bar, in particular, had some red neon lights inside, live music, and a nice decoration. Despite all the happiness and the music around and the loud conversations, two people weren’t there just for fun, just to enjoy a casual Friday night.

Sitting next to you, there was the most handsome man you ever knew. And the sexiest one, too. The name of this beauty? Leon Scott Kennedy.

You and Leon were partners for a long time. He even trained you personally. Some people used to say you both have a lot of chemistry together, and sometimes, they even think he’s your boyfriend — once you hear someone say they thought Leon was your husband. Unfortunately, you are just his close friend, which you hate entirely because God knows how many times you desired this man, even dreamed about him fucking you at his desk at the agency. So, playing with masks, he’s just your friend.

But, to be honest, you aren’t behind him when the subject is beauty.

You’re used to having people eating you with their eyes like you’re some kind of meat. In terms of beauty, everyone says you look beautiful as well as Leon is, that’s why everybody says you both look like a couple from a Hollywood film, which is very funny, because everyone sees it, except for him. The other funny thing is that Leon is so awkward around people that it’s cute because only you know how uncomfortable he might get when it comes to talking to another woman.

But why the hell aren’t you guys enjoying this Friday night like everyone else inside the bar?

The answer is very simple. Because you two aren’t just normal people. You both were there for a job, and apparently, the person you guys are investigating decided not to show up and, apparently, too, frustrate your plans. You have both been working for months, and this was the perfect opportunity to finally get to him. You were stressed, tired, and angry, and your face wasn’t very friendly at the moment.

“I think we should enjoy the night. We already know that asshole won’t show up” you hear Leon say, his voice very smooth and sexy, just like him.

“We’re working,” you said to him, very annoyed, your fingernails tapping the table with rage, a clear sign of yours that you were very angry at the moment.

“Not anymore. He didn’t come, and we have all night. We can start working at seven tomorrow morning” Leon teases you, that smirk on his lips that in a daily basis makes you go feral, but not at the moment.

“I’m not compromising my mission just because you want to get drunk, Kennedy” Your voice sounds sharper than your intention, but he didn’t seem to care about your annoyance. He knows you.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a pain in my ass, I’m gently asking you to join me on this lovely Friday night and have fun with me” Leon smirks again, his devilish smile that makes you feel things you don’t want to. The same smile that locks your eyes on his lips and makes you imagine very naughty things.

“One drink only” you sighed to him, rolling your eyes. He smiles victoriously and decides to order two drinks for you guys. After he ordered your beverage, he just leaned comfortably on the chair and smirked at you again, one hand in his lap and the other on the table. “What now?”

“You look deadly beautiful when you’re angry like this” he teases you. You roll your eyes again, which makes him smile more. He knows how to push you to your limits. He knows how to leave you on the edge. "It's very sexy, y'know?"

Before you say anything, the waiter finally delivered your drinks, which you take one shot, feeling the taste in your throat, squeezing your eyes immediately.

"Yeah, I know," you said to him, avoiding his gaze. For some reason, you are very uncomfortable, and Leon probably knows it because he's responsible for making you feel this way.

Looking around, you can notice how everyone in the bar seems to be instantly attracted by him, which makes you feel very angry. You start to think what the hell all these people think they are? Leon is your partner. He's with you, not with them, right? They don't need to put their eyes on him, because Leon belongs to you and you only.

But then, you have to remind yourself that he's just your friend. He's nothing more than this, and you'll have to accept that. If he decides to be with someone else that isn't you, well, you won't be able to change that. You look at him again, drinking another shot from the alcohol inside your glass, his eyes shining strangely at you, like he's planning something. And let's be honest here, you hate how unpredictable he can be sometimes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask him, still noticing how people around were looking at him. This time, you were starting to get angry again. Not even all the alcohol in the world would change that.

"Like what, sweetheart?" Leon smirks one more time, still teasing you, like he always does. You were starting to swear to God you would kill him.

"Like you want something," your eyes lock on his, and you wished you could burn him for looking at you that way.

"Maybe I do want something from you" he said very slowly, leaning closer to your face as he speaks, and in response, you do the same, feeling the smell of his cologne penetrate your nose and making your body shiver.

And when he noticed that, he just smiled largely, like this is a game you both were playing to see who can go insane first and to see how it would end. Sure, you both have been doing this for a very long time, but something says to you that this time, things will end differently than usual, and, honestly, you want to see it. You want to see you both burning with pleasure, moaning to each other like like there's no tomorrow.

But then, you noticed again how people were looking at him and this time, you decide to end this once and for all. Besides, it's Friday, and you can get drunk and do whatever you want without even care about the consequences. So, with full determination, you take another shot from your drink, squeeze your eyes and decides to end all this jealous you're feeling. He's just your slutty handsome partner and friend. Nothing more.

"I think it's funny how everyone here seems to be eating you alive." you look at him, your expression a little bit serious, but very provocative. He wants to play with you, but you'll be the one to throw the cards.

Leon smirks again, but he doesn't need to look around to know what you're talking about. He knows everyone is looking at him, and he certainly knows why they can't get their eyes off of him. Plus, he knows the effect that it has on you and how much you hate seeing him receiving so much attention.

"Just ignore it, sweetheart. You know I only have eyes for you, " he smirks again, playful. You know what he's trying to do, and just to play along, you removed your high heels, then reach his leg with your feet under the table, slowly going up on him until you reach his cock, which makes him blush.

"Oh, honey, you weren't expecting that, do you?" You ask him very smoothly and sensual, smiling very teasingly, like he was doing to you. "Do you think you're the only one around who's gonna receive attention?"

Saying that, you put your high heels on again then you get up, finish your drink, and go to dance alone on the dance floor. Your red and tight dress shines with all the lights around the place as you dance with different persons. There's a guy holding your waist as he pulls you closer to him, and in the middle of all this, your eyes find Leon as he watches you with a surprised look. You know exactly how to provoke him, and you know it's working. His expression slowly starts to change, and he stands up, going straight a blonde woman next to him.

You can say he's flirting with her. He's smiling and whispering closer to her ear, which makes your entire body go feral, as she seems to be enjoying this piece of God's work of art all by herself. And, for some other unknown reason you can't explain, you decide to make him pay double for it. Walking straight to him in a sensual way, you sat on his lap, your arms around his neck.

"Oh, darling, I found you! I was looking for you everywhere!" you said to him, with a devilish smile on your lips, your dress so tight that you can feel him getting bigger inside his pants. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. My husband loves to talk with other people when I'm not around. He's very beautiful, don't you think?" you said to the girl, which made her entire face blush.

"What the hell are you doing?" You feel Leon hold your waist very tight, his grip getting more intense, which made you smile even more.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not the jealous type, I'd love to meet your new friend," you wink at him, as the girl excuses herself before she leaves you both alone. Leon looks at you like he's about to end your life right here and right now, and this makes you smile even more.

"Why are you behaving like that?" He asks you very annoyed, his voice sharper, as you stand up again, adjusting your dress, still smiling very devilish.

"Because we're in public, I know I'm very hot and attractive, and because... sweetheart... it's not just you who's receiving attention" you said closer to his ear, biting his earlobe to make him go insane.

"Do you want attention, honey?" Leon stands up, getting closer to you, as you feel his breath on your face. Instantly, your heart starts to beat faster inside your chest. "Then I'll give you full attention"

Saying that, Leon drives you back to the hotel where you both were staying, pretending to be a happy married couple in a nice honeymoon. Once you reach your room, Leon drops you on your bed without gentleness, he took off your dress without asking permission, throwing it away, then he removed his belt, using it to tie your hands on the bed. Now you were naked, tied and your pussy were all wet.

"Oh you have no idea how much I wanted to do this with you" he said, his hands circling your nipples as he sees you twitching for him. "Such a desperate slut for me, huh? You're so wet and I haven't done anything... yet"

You were opening your mouth to say something, but instead, he shut you with his hand, forcing you to keep quiet, as his other hand finally reaches your wet pussy, circling your clit slowly, making you suffer.

"I'm gonna make you pay for dancing with that man, for letting him touch you" he says, circling your clit slowly, as you start to moan, your mouth muffled by his hand. "And I'm gonna make you scream my name"

You were so screwed and you knew that. You knew Leon was a kinky son of a bitch, and you knew he was going to make you beg to let you cum. You knew he was going to deny every orgasm of yours. You pushed him to his edge and now you were going to pay the price for it.

"Look at you... such a beautiful slut. So wet for me..." he says, before he starts to lick your nipple, still using his free hand to muffle you. "This is what you get when you misbehave"

Your pussy was starting to ache, your body desperate for his touch, to feel his cock inside you, to cum all over him. You were so desperate for him, you wanted to beg, you wanted to feel him. But he needed to teach you a lesson first.

"Spread this legs for me" he orders, his fingers now inside you as you obey his command, spreading your legs. "Such a obedient slave... maybe I should reward you. Stay still"

He then returned with ropes, using them to tie your legs, to make sure you wouldn't move again or close them. Now you were twitching your body, you couldn't handle this pleasure anymore, you wanted so badly to cum, you wanted so badly to feel him inside, to eat you like a dessert. Jesus, you wanted so badly to be fucked by him.

"Please Leon... I'll behave, I promise" you said to him, your body twitching as you feel your pussy aching with excitement, you could feel yourself all wet.

"You had your chance, sweetheart" he said, crawling over you, his tongue licking your clit, making you moan louder with his touch, as he holds your legs against his face, not letting you move.

"O-oh G-God..." you moan louder again, your body twitching more with his tongue licking you with intensity. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm and, unfortunately, he knew that too, which why he stopped, a mischievous smile on his lips as he licks it, feeling yourself.

"You'll have your orgasm when I say so" he said, unzipping his pants. He removed his belt from your hands, then he pulls your closer. "Get on all fours for me"

You turned around, but the ropes on your ankles made it difficult at first. Then, he stayed right in front of you, pushing your hair to make sure you were looking straight at him.

"Open this pretty mouth of yours for me" he ordered and you did so. He then puts his cock inside your mouth, making you suck him so deeper that your eyes were tearing up. "Didn't you wanted to taste me?"

You nod, still sucking his cock deeper in your throat. You were so wet, your pussy were aching more as he fucks your mouth, and moans louder. He removes himself off of you, using his finger to make you suck it for him.

"Beg for me" he says, making you suck his finger as he starts to masturbate himself, watching you suck his finger like a slut.

"Please, Leon... let me have your cock, please" you beg to him, your eyes locked on his, as you kept sucking his finger. He smiles, masturbating himself and moaning, denying the only thing you want so badly.

Leon stops touching himself and then goes behind you, his dick entering your pussy without gentleness, his hips against yours with violence as you hold tight the sheets and moans louder. Your pussy were aching with him fucking you hard and deeper, pushing your hair tight, his hips reaching your ass harder.

"Good girl" he moans again, fucking you harder.

"I-I can't... I can't hold anymore" you moan to him, feeling your orgasm closer as he keeps fucking you harder and harder.

"Yes, you can. If you dare cum on me without my consent, you'll be punished" he says very serious to you, still going deeper and faster, not even caring to hold back.

You bite your lower lip, squeezing your eyes as you feel him getting faster and harder on you. It is so much pain mixed with pleasure that all you think about is scream his name, to beg for him to let you go. This feeling he was giving you was far more different than you ever could imagine. Sure, you imagined him banging you on his desk, on his bed, dinner table, even in his bathroom, but what he was doing to you... well, it was something else.

"S-shit" he moans louder, fucking you harder, as you feel him releasing his cum on your ass. But even after he had his orgasm, he wouldn't stop right now. "Someone's need to be pleased, don't you think?"

"Y-yes, please" you beg for him, catching your breath as you feel his fingers on you again, circling your clit, then another one fucking you.

"Too bad I don't have toys with me... you would be begging even more" he whispers closer to your ear as he keeps masturbating you. "Scream my name, sweetheart, I know that you want to"

"Leon, please" you beg him, your legs starting to tremble as you feel your orgasm getting closer for the third time after he denied the others.

"Scream my name" he orders, threatening to stop masturbating you, his fingers moving slowly.

"LEON, PLEASE!" you scream to him, which makes him smile and finally moving faster, until you finally had your orgasm. Your entire body started to tremble, your legs almost failing you as you moan louder, a warm feeling growing inside you.

"Good girl" he smiles satisfied, releasing your ankles from the ropes, then pulling you closer to cuddle with him. Your body were all sweaty and the feeling of his cock on your ass made your body shiver.

And then, he just kissed you, removing your sweaty hair off of your face, his strong arms involving you in a warm hug as his body warms yours in a perfect synchronization, like he was perfectly made for you, and you for him.

"Did it hurt?" He asks very gently to you, still holding you tight on his arms, his breath steady and slowly reaching your neck, making you shiver again.

"No. To be honest, I really enjoyed it" you smile at him, cuddling with his body, relaxing your tensed muscles. "It was better than I thought"

"I'm glad you enjoyed..." he says, letting you down on him, as he watches you very closely, his breath reaching your face. "Because next time you tease me like that, I won't have mercy on you"

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angelltheninth · 10 months

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HSR men and the romance cliche where they wake up married after a night of drinks and partying

Ah, the premise of so many enemies to lovers movies.

Pairing: Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luka, Luocha, Welt x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, accidental marriage, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, confession, angry make outs, fake/pretend relationship to real relationship

A/N: Its funny that as much as I hate romance movies I'm a sucker for so many of their tropes.

Blade takes a lot of delight in this situation because he thinks its funny that you claim to hate his guts but a little drinking, some kisses and one wild night in bed and you're marrying him. Oh this is too good for him to let go of. You can deny it all you want but you're attracted to him on some level, these scratch marks on his back and the rings on your fingers are proof. You can make this easy by admitting it, just a simple "yes" will do.

Dan Heng is confused how you even got to this phase. Yes you like each other to some degree but it's never been like this. When you're at work you have lots of playful banter, it never went much farther. He doesn't want to hurt your feelings because he can see that as much as you're freaking out you want his support too and maybe give this a try? Just for a little while cause it might look bad if got divorced right away. When he sees you looking at the ring with that little smile on your face he starts to wonder if this was something he's always wanted, but was too afraid to ask for.

Gepard is horrified that he allowed himself to get so under the influence that he would marry one of his fellow knights. And you... slept together too... oh... what if... are you pregnant? Right, right you don't know yet, of course. But if you are then he's ready to support you! He's getting a little ahead of things isn't he? It's not as if he doesn't like you or enjoys your company, he wouldn't call it love but would seem odd for him to have a secret wife. So why not start small, you'll get washed up and then he'll take you to breakfast. Who knows maybe you can work your way up to a wedding.

Jing Yuan doesn't think its a big deal, it was just a spur of the moment decision and if he was being honest one that doesn't bother him at all. Everyone's been telling him its time to settle down, why not with his secretary? You've had a friends with benefits relationship for a while and you've both shown no intent in seeing other people. That may be true but this means you'll have to come out about your previous relationship as well. Don't worry, if anything has any objections they can say it to him, if they dare.

Luka hates this as much as you do. You're his rival, you trade blows in the ring, not kisses in the sheets. Although you've both had those dreams too, he himself needed many cold showers because of it. Being forced to endure this for a few months won't be easy, not with the press asking questions, how long you've been dating, why did you act like you hated each other. It wasn't an act, but your happy lovey-dovey attitude sure is. When the doors close behind you all you can do is take out your anger on each other via kisses, trading them as you move to the bedroom to get the frustrations out.

Luocha thought about breaking things off right away but couldn't bring himself too when he saw the lovestruck look on your face when you looked at him. This marriage needs to end sooner or later, unless you plan to follow him to the road, which he doesn't want to do to you. Your life is here, not out there. But he will, at least for a little while be the best husband you could hope for. He never thought he would find himself falling in love and opening a clinic in the process.

Welt kind of wants to give this a shot. Sure he doesn't know you that well yet but from what he has seen of you, you're a very hard worker, you keep a calm head on your shoulders and you look very cute when shy, he remembers that from last night very well. He's never been married before so this will be a learning experience for you both, one that will go from pretending to be in love, to longing glances, to good night kisses just because it feels right, to cuddling on the couch every day, and finally to confessing your love to each other.

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seekingflowers · 30 days

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Future Husband Pick a Card (1-3)

I'm sure you all know how it works! Just relax and let your intuition guide you to choose your pile 🌕. Take what resonates and leave the rest. I am very honest and will not sugar coat what I see. Please don't hesitate to tell me what resonated with you! I welcome all to interact 🤝

Hello everyone! Welcome to my tarot blog. This is my first post ever, and a pick a card reading (1, 2, 3- cards) 🥰😍🥀

Pile 1:

Page of Wands

- First and foremost, it COULD indicate he's younger- if not, he may seem younger with his demeanor. More than likely, he may have approached you first. He'll be the first you one hear when you walk into a room.

In the beginning stages, this person will feel like a breath of fresh air. They are lively and outgoing. Always inviting you to join them on outings with friends or see and experience new places.

They are very social and ready to be on the go-go go. If you're not, it doesn't matter. They'll go because they're ready. Decisive and quick. However, it may not always be thought out. This person tends to be optimistic and may seem naive, but do not berate them. Sharp and witty, they stand their ground. They do not like to be held back and smothered. They seek fun and spontaneity, keep them on their toes. At times, you may feel like this man flakes out on you because he is so quick to do other things or entertain himself with others. He may forget things easily, such as planned dates or activities, anniversaries, or make sudden changes.

Their curiosity and openess will show you how to appreciate the moment and accept changes. It's okay to experience new things. If something is wrong, they will confront you, and they will expect the same from you. Be open and honest, and communicate with patience. They're not afraid to voice their opinion and say it how they see it. Friends and family love and adore their presence, which brings warmth and laughs all around.

Please remember, we all change with time, and some things may remain, but nothing lasts forever. Take what resonates and leave the rest.

Pile 2:

King of Wands Reversed.

- He's definitely the one to approach you. Could be someone older or someone in an authority position.

This man may appear aggressive, often displaying signs of frustration or impatience. Can be very controlling and dominant overall. He has natural charisma and a fiery intellect, making it difficult to get a word in with him. Stubborn and hot-headed, he will likely dislike opposing views or opinions. People's views of him are black and white. Few understand him. There could be a problem with respecting those above him or taking consideration from others in general. There are few to maybe none that he cares for, but if he does care, he is fiercely protective over them and will come to their side to defend them. Even blindly.

About action, he's the one to get it done and have a go get it now attitude. Either do it or don't. Prone to impulsiveness and hypocrisy, his actions may bring upon consequences he isn't ready to handle and will break down in a tantrum.

Not afraid to approach others, he is relentless with his pursuits. On the good days, his humor and smiles are a sight to see and hear. Captivating and charming, people are drawn to him or are intimidated by him. His humor isn't everyone's cup of tea. It may be crude.

Highly competitive, spats between him and others are frequent. He hates losing and hates being wrong.

To be with this man, thick skin is needed along with groundedness. With you, he can be very loving, but ill tempered and stubborn.

He's very likely a traditional man who wants a traditional wife and family with him as head of the household. Although earlier in life, he may have had a desire of the opposite for the short term.

Please note that the future is not set in stone. Take what resonates and leave the rest.

Pile 3:

Ace of Cups

- This man off the bat is an emotionally intuitive man. More likely to be reserved with his words, but expressive with his love and affections. Expressive eyes with intent prying into your soul. He enjoys private moments with you and goes out of his way to get you alone. It may seem unintentional, but it's not. It may be a love at first sight, or rather, when they fall in love- they fall hard.

There could be this feeling of a deep connection between the two of you that feels familiar yet so foreign. However, do not drown with the feeling. Learn to swim with it, or it will create false imaginations of the other person. You open up this person's inner world, and they want to pour into your cup endlessly. Sometimes, feelings can become intense, and a struggle to sort through emotions with each other can be difficult. Therefore, there can be spurts of emotional outbursts. Clear communication is very important with this man.

Being one to love deeply, he can hold a grudge and keep score of what wrong he thinks you've done to him. He might think he loves you more than you love him. This man wants you to be open with your love and reciprocate his feelings with the same intensity. When you are in an emotional frenzy from work or a bad day, he's the one to comfort and feel you. He'd go out of his way to make you feel better. If he can't, he will beat himself up for it. People close to him are few, even if it seems like there is a whole crowd around him. He's the go-to therapist or listener for folks, and it may get to him from time to time, so please allow him some space when needed.

Some days, he may seem hot and cold, but that's just likely because he isn't feeling anything that particular day or hour. Or he is in his head thinking about anything. As all humans do.

Love each other truly and not just love itself. It is easy to get lost in love and forget the person. Take what resonates and leave the rest.

Please remember, take what resonates, and leave the rest. One card does not describe everything about a person, and it is not the end all be all. Nothing is set in stone. People change - we all change.

Once again, please let me know what resonates and tell me what'd you like to see from me. 💫

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bananami · 28 days

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A Day in the Nanami Household

a/n: this one is for the anon that asked for more papamin content. i went full domestic house, wife (gn), and kids. clearly im delusional and have thought about this way too much. and i didn't proof read it. sue me. i would do ungodly things to marry and have children with this man.

Mornings

They go one of two ways: perfectly smooth or absolute chaos. On mornings that things go according to plan you and Kento get up earlier than the kids to have coffee or tea. Some mornings Kento will even order breakfast to the house (a scone and croissant that you'll split between the both of you, five glazed munchkins for Nobara, a chocolate donut for Yuji, and a blueberry muffin for Megumi). Megumi is usually the first one up and will make his own way downstairs to where he knows you and Kento will be sitting on the couch watching the morning news. He's usually still tired and will curl his little body up on one of your laps and probably fall back asleep for another twenty minutes or so. Nobara is typically the next to wake up and Yuji will almost always have to be dragged out of bed. If the kids aren't being too difficult they'll get dressed easily and eat breakfast quickly and without complaint. Kento will help buckle them into their booster seats and kiss you goodbye before getting in his own car to drive to work. Nobara and Yuji will almost always laugh, make kissing noises, or yell eeeewwww!! from the back of the car, while Megumi waves goodbye to Kento until he can no longer see his dad's car. He'll always ask "is dad going to work?" and you'll always answer yes, and Yuji or Nobara will always follow up with "can I go to work with dad?" and you'll always answer no. They'll get out of the car easily, without any push back or crying, and you'll demand a hug and kiss from each of them. Yuji will cling on the longest, and he'll always add in that he's really really gonna miss you today.

On rougher mornings, you or Kento are typically already running behind. The both of you can tell it isn't going to be a good morning when one of the kids comes down complaining about something or when no one wakes up on their own. You have to practically bribe them to get up and get ready for school. Nobara will hate every hair style Kento tries to do on her, and finally he'll give up and ask to trade kids with you. Megumi's eyes will be watery all morning and he'll stop you every five minutes to whisper "can I stay home with you today?" and it'll break your heart every time to tell him no. Some days you do break and keep him home, and Kento will make fun of you for breaking so easy. The breakfast he ordered ahead will be delayed or cancelled altogether, so you'll have to make breakfast. And then of course all three of them want something completely different to eat, Yuji wants eggs and bacon, and Nobara wants pancakes, and Megumi wants cereal (oh and also to stay home *cue waterworks*). Everyone will get a poptart and be happy about it. If he has time, Kento will usually offer to drive the kids to school because he can see you growing frustrated, especially if one of them is sick or Megumi is having separation anxiety. Really bad mornings is when one of them is sick and crying, one is throwing a fit over not wanting to go to school, and the other is running around the living room refusing to put their shoes on because they think it's funny. Kento will use his dad voice, and that's usually where they all fall in line. From there, they'll get in the car, you'll help buckle them in, and you'll make sure you give your husband a kiss before he leaves. Megumi will try and ask one last time to stay home.

Afternoons

Kento works from home two out of three days of the week. It's those days that you two are able to work in any moments of intimacy. Those are your favorite days. Kento takes an hour lunch break. Sometimes you'll eat lunch, sometimes you are lunch (Kento hates when you describe it this way). Sometimes you just force him to cuddle with you on the couch (those are usually after the bad mornings). When Megumi wins the morning fights and gets to stay home, he sticks to your side the whole day. He'll ask to be picked up, or constantly be holding your hand, or he'll wrap his arms around your leg and make it near impossible for you to get anything done around the house. You've brought it up to his therapist and she assures you it's natural for him to have those moments given the situation you and Kento adopted him from. That reminder to yourself usually has you cuddling with him instead on the sofa all day. But he likes the days that Kento is also home because he likes to make lunch for him with you. Kento acts like those are the best lunches ever, you 'lie' and say Megumi made it all by himself, and Megumi lights up from the praise he gets from his dad after.

Sometimes, on days where the rest of the week has been really hard, Kento will cash in a day of PTO or use a sick day to stay home with you. He'll say it's because he wants to help you out around the house, but it's almost always because he just misses spending time with you without the kids around, as selfish as that may seem. Nothing will get done around the house. You'll spend all day in bed or on the couch watching tv, sometimes you'll step out for a lunch date together, and you're only rule with one another is that you don't talk about the kids unless it's absolutely necessary. At some point Kento will attempt to seduce you and you're not sure why you say attempt because he absolutely will. On more than one occasion the two of you have almost been late to pick up the kids. Their favorite days are when you and Kento are both there to pick them up.

Evenings

Yuji is usually the first one jumping into the car and throwing himself at the both of you, yapping on and on about his day at school. The three of them like to listen to whatever four songs they're currently hyperfixated on on repeat the whole ride home. And they'll sing them loudly and really badly until you pull into the drive way. Nobara will jump out of the car and run straight upstairs to take a bath because she doesn't like to smell bad and she needs to immediately wash the school germs off of her. Kento or you will start on dinner or make the decision to order in if neither of you feel up to cooking. The kids always want pizza or Asian food if you choose to order in. While one of you cooks, the other sits down with the kids to do homework. Kento is better at it and much more patient with them when it comes to homework, so you usually opt to cook.

Nobara is a total daddy's girl. For at least an hour a night she will lay on Kento's chest while he reads or sits on his iPad. But when he gets up to get everyone ready for bed she immediately is switching sides, asking for you to help her pick out her school clothes and braid her hair so it's curly in the morning. Then when it's time to tuck them in, she'll switch sides once again, demanding that Kento carry her to bed and check all the dark spots of her room for monsters. Kento will make a show of it, which you'll call him a dork for later. Megumi will sit up in his bed patiently waiting for the both of you to come in and say goodnight all the while Yuji is jumping up and down on his own bed stating that he is not tired and can't go to sleep just yet. Some nights it takes a while to get Yuji to settle down. More often than not, Yuji wakes up in the middle of the night crying (the night terrors are apparently also an expected symptom of his trauma prior to the adoption), and if he doesn't get up to come to lay in yours and Kento's bed then Megumi will get up and you'll find them laying in Yuji's twin together the next morning.

Every single night, you and Kento spend at least an hour together talking about your days or just relaxing in each other's company. You two debrief and plan for tomorrow together, or if it's Friday you plan out the weekend and when you'll make time for just the two of you. Kento is the perfect father and husband, and you never fail to remind him of this every night. And it doesn't matter how chaotic the mornings start because the nights always end the same way, with the two of you (and sometimes Yuji) laying together in awe of the life you built together.

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wolfytoothy · 1 month

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Happy birthday

E.42 Miles X reader

(Every body forgets your birthday. Everyone but miles)

....................................

you hated your birthday.

You weren’t really surprised. It was your birthday today. I mean you didn't expect anyone to remember like that, even though the amount of times you told them. Your parents knew but they didn't celebrate it anymore. The most you'd get was a few happy birthdays but that's really it.

They make plans but they always canceled.the first few times it happened it hurt, but now it just, dosn't bother you as much as it us to. It went on for so long that even you nearly forgot your own birthday day.

But theres one person that never forgot after you told him.

Miles

Flash back:

"Yo n/n"

"Huh"

"When's your birthday?" Miles asked, catching you off gaurd. "Oh, um", you thought for a while as you couldn't quite remember. You were mixing up the months.

Miles stared at you, a waiting your answer. "Do you seriously not-"

"Shut up I'm thinking... um... oh yea. It's (insert birthday right here)"you smiled

Miles stared at you for a moment before responding. "And it took you that long, thats just sad"

"What? I don't celebrate my birthday like that no more"

"I can tell, cuz damn women"

End flashback:

Yea. That was 7 months ago. When you told him, he told his mom, and uncle.

As you thought it was gonna be a normal miserable day. But my oh my were you surly mistaken.

It was a satuday. And you had planned a chill day. Your parents made reservations once again for you, but of course canceled. Nothing new Of course.

But your peace was interrupted by miles bursting through your doors. You dropped your glass you were holding and screamed.

"MILES" you screamed in frustration as you looked at the broken glass on the floor. And it was your mom's favorite glass to. "Ever heard of knocking. What happened to the key I gave you just in case the code didn't work?"

"Sorry ma, but get dressed were going out," miles said. You looked at him not knowing what to do with yourself. "Wa-, i".

Miles walked over to you and pushed you gently out the kitchen."you go, I'll clean this up,"

You put on a black unitard jumpsuit, a Jean jacket and some Jordan's, along with a big that went with the fit. You came out of your room to see Miles waiting patiently.

"Ooo, okay. Come on" he ushered.

It didn't take long for you to to reach your destination. "Uh, Miles, what are we doing at your house" you asked confused. " You'll see"

Miles lead you to the door with a bright smile. Now you really knew something something was off.

"Okay...that's, weird" you said kinda creeped out by him smiling like that. "What is?" He said. "This is the first time I've seen you smile at something out of me or your family" you nodded. "I'm so proud of you" You added, making your future husband roll his eyes, and chuckle.

He opened the door and all you heard was-

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY"

You looked up to see, Ms. Morales, uncle Aaron, Ganke, and your bestfriend.

.........

happy birthday to the people who have the same birthday as me.

March 27🤭🤭🤭🤭🤗🤗🤗😝😝😝😝😝

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jamespotterismydaddy · 8 days

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Lord Husband (Chapter 10)

cregan stark x reader

A/N: I keep forgetting I exist. Sorry this is short oopsies

WORD COUNT: 982 words

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You hardly see him for weeks. Any new wife would expect her husband to impress his needs upon her frequently after the wedding night in hopes of creating an heir but you almost knew he wouldn’t. There’s something so strange about Cregan Stark; he’s empathetic. It’s not a trait you knew any man could hold. In reality, you should be pleased that your husband doesn’t wish to rape you but you’re more frustrated. He shall want for a son eventually, won’t he? This is only delaying the inevitable and you are a ‘get it over with’ kind of woman.

You arrive at his chambers with little more than a knock on the door. “Do you not wish for an heir, Lord Stark?”

“Good morning.” He murmurs, looking up from the papers on his desk.

“An heir? Is it your wish or not?” You say, disregarding his greeting.

He sighs, already stressed from reading over land disputes and not wishing to be stressed over his petulant wife. “Of course I want for a son.”

“You haven’t visited my chambers in weeks.”

“I did not think you wanted me to.” He looks at you, confused and a bit sorrowful.

“There is only one way to make a child.”

Gods he thinks you look so like a child when you stand there with such false assurance. It makes him feel wretched.

“You weeped the last time I took you to bed. I have been trying to give you time so that you might… recover?” The words don’t feel right to him. “I don’t want to cause you pain.”

“Lying with you caused me no feelings of importance.”

Cregan counts to ten in his head but only makes it to five. He then stands abruptly.

“You will watch your tone when you speak to me!” He says, fed up with your lack of decorum.

You gape at him like a fish. He went from so pitiful to angry so quickly.

“I have done all I can to make you comfortable, all I can to make you feel welcomed and at every turn, you insult me! You have spent your entire life as the spoilt daughter of the Queen and for that, I do not blame you but I can only be so lenient. You will no longer take liberties with how you speak to me. I am your husband and you will learn to treat me as such.” He breathes heavily after letting all his emotions go. “Even princesses don’t speak to their spouses in the way you speak to me.”

“I’m not your wife by choice. I didn’t want this.” You protest in justification of your own cruelty.

He scoffs. “And do you think I did?”

“You asked for my hand.”

“Her Grace offered me your hand.”

“You could’ve said no.”

“Is that truly what you think? Are you really so naive as to believe that? Everyone of our station marries for advantage. I am no different and neither are you.” Even when he shouted at you only moments ago, he never sounded as hateful as he does right now.

“And you’re happy with this standard?” You ask with level headed contemplation.

“Of course I’m not but it’s what is done.”

“It isn’t fair for you to fault me for wanting something more when you’re also unhappy with it… especially when you know it’s more difficult for women than men.” You desperately want him to understand you. You just want somebody to understand.

“We all make sacrifices for the people we love.” He says dutifully.

“I make the sacrifices while my brothers marry for love. How is that fair?”

“So you’re bitter? Prince Jacaerys will be king one day. That’s a much greater sacrifice than marrying for advantage.”

The tears prickle in your eyes. You should’ve known.

“At least he won’t be alone.”

You don’t want to argue anymore, or rather be scolded like a dumb child so you leave, striding back to your room.

You stare into the mirror when you arrive. Would your mother be disappointed by how disagreeable you are, how disobedient? Daemon wouldn’t. But you aren’t Daemon Targaryen. You’re just a girl, a girl that might ruin an alliance if you can’t make nice with your husband. Should you care? Your stepfather wouldn’t. Dragon riders don’t obey societal norms… but you do care… ever so slightly.

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A voice at the door. Does he want to be let in only so he can say a hundred words that mean so little?

“Enter.”

Your husband, tall and strong walks into the room, reminding you of someone you used to know. He’s kind and brave like him.

“I should not have shouted at you. I just feel as though I’m not heard when I’m quiet but that is no justification.” He stares at the back of your head. You don’t turn to face him, looking out the window instead of at the mirror. This is your home now. He will become your home - he could become your home.

“If I walked out the door right now and never came back, would you try and stop me?” You aren’t angry about his shouting; you’re used to fire.

“No.”

“It would destroy the alliance. You could side with the Hightowers or simply just watch as they take my mother’s throne.”

“You could walk out that door, get on your dragon and never come back and I would keep my oath to the Queen.”

Gods he really is decent.

“Where would you go?” He asks like you haven’t just said you might run out on your marriage.

“Old Valyria.”

“You would die.”

“I would.”

“I’m not sorry for making things difficult for you but I acknowledge that I have.”

He smiles a bit woefully. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, princess.”

“Any woman in Westeros would consider herself lucky to be your wife.”

“Hmm… almost any it seems.”

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mistake(s) x lando norris + part one

In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most.

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“You only have to tell me to fuck off and I will go away.”

You let out a soft whimper. How did you end up in this situation? His hands are all over you. Weren’t you screaming at him only a few minutes ago? You try to remember how you ended up pressed up against a wall in a wardrobe with him hovering over you. In the mean time, he’s still waiting for you to say anything. His words are playing on repeat in your mind. You should tell him to fuck off, but somehow you can’t find the words. Is it a sin that you want this?

There’s no one who you dislike more then your brothers friend. He is the most annoying person that you know. If you need to summaries the reasons that you dislike him this much, it’s easy for you. You don’t know anyone else who acts as spoilt as he does, and you’re quite familiar in the formula one world where almost everyone is pretty spoiled. It’s not only that, because of his spoiled mindset he thinks he can have everything and everyone. He has made it clear that you’re one of the persons on his list. Next to a thousand other girls probably. It’s not only his spoiled behavior, it’s also how he seems so out of this world. He doesn’t see the importance of all the studying you do. You should just find a rich husband, according to him. And next to that he is a massive player. It annoys you how every girl wants his attention. It annoys you even more that he fucks them all. Not one can get a call back after that. And lastly, he’s just a dick. You don’t know why your brother is friends with him. You have no clue. The boy is an absolute dick towards almost everyone. He’s rude and ungrateful.

But still, in some weird way you are closely against him right now.

How did you end up in this situation? You remember an argument with him about the way he treats girls. He was bragging about the way he treated some girls lately. You were perplexed, you’re sitting in the middle of a restaurant with him and your brother and this is what he’s talking about. When he told you and your brother about the girls that he won’t call back ever again, you lost it. You started an argument with him.

But it wasn’t that that caused you to end up with him in a wardrobe room.

Later that night you were standing in a nightclub with him and your brother. He was flirting with another girl. It was you that warned her to find someone else. You even made up lies about him being awful at sex. He got mad at you after the girl left and he heard why.

That’s kinda how you ended up here with him now that you think of it.

He took you to some place more quiet to argue with you about it. At first you were just screaming at each other. You told him all about his awful behavior to those girls. He told you that they wanted it. Now that you think of it, you don’t know what you have said anymore. But you do know that he gotten mad, so you probably went too far. Normally he doesn’t get mad at you. He will just make fun of you most of the time. Did the frustration cause you to end up like this with him? You remember that he pressed his lips against you at one point. It didn’t took you long to reply to his move. He pushed you inside the wardrobe room and against the wall. In only a few seconds the two of you were making out properly.

“Do you want me to go?” He asks you again.

He removes his hand from your body. His hand that was earlier kneading your ass is next to his side again. You whimper. Is it bad that you want to continue? You shake your head as an answer.

“Use your words baby,” he tells you.

“I don’t want you to go,” you confess. It almost pains you to tell him that, but you don’t want him to leave when you’re feeling like this because of him. You stomach is tightened up, you feel all flustered and to be honest you’re getting aroused because of the situation. You want nothing more then that he does anything about that.

He is quick to reconnect his hands to your body. This time more hurried. He lifts up your skirt, quickly gaining access to your more private parts. The only thing in his way is your string now. He softly slides his fingers around your string. Not quite touching the part you want him to, but you still let out a soft moan because of the contact. He smirks when he hears you moan. Then he moves aside your underwear. Slowly he lets his finger slide through your slit. It’s not hard to miss how wet you are. He lets one of his fingers enter you. Slowly he pumps it in and out of you. You let out another moan. You need more.

“So fucking wet for me,” he tells you with the same smirk as before, “Did I cause that babygirl?”

You don’t want to answer his question. You don’t want to give him that enjoyment. And to be honest, you don’t know if you can lie right now. It is him that caused you to get this wet. Instead of answering his question, you press your lips against his. You feel how he still smirks. It annoys you. You open your mouth a bit, he’s quick to part his lips as well. His tongue slides in to your mouth for the second time this night. Who would have thought that your night would go like this?

He lets another finger enter your body. He fastens his pace. You disconnect your lips from his to let out another moan. It’s unfair that he can make you feel like this. His thumb suddenly touches your clit. You feel how he circles around it a few times before properly giving your clit his attention as well. If he continues with this for a bit longer, you’re sure that you’ll come undone in a bit. You already feel your walls clenching. Your orgasm is reaching.

When you feel the familiar waves almost hitting over you, he removes his fingers from you. You let out a whimper. You look at him. Why did he do that?

“You’re orgasming on my cock,” he tells you. You see how he puts his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean from your juices right in front of you. He unzips his pants and is quick to push them down together with his underwear. You can’t stop looking at him. He takes you into his arms and lifts you up a bit. You reply quickly by putting your legs around his body.

“Tell me you want this,” he tells you, “Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“I want this,” you repeat his words.

He shakes his head, “Not good enough. What do you want?”

“I want..” You almost can’t say it, maybe if you think about him being someone else you can manage to say the words. It’s not like you don’t want this with him, it’s just that it’s him that causes you to feel like this. “I want you to fuck me,” you tell him.

“Add my name,” he goes on, “Tell me who do you want to fuck you?”

You can’t believe that you’re playing this game with him. But you’re craving his touch. You want your release after what he just did to you.

“I want you to fuck me Lando,” you eventually tell him.

Lando smirks. He lines up his dick against the entrance of you. Before you can think twice about what you’re going to do, he is already entering you. You let out a loud moan. You feel how Lando is thrusting in and out of you with a fast pace. His dick is hitting all the right spots. Fuck, this feels good.

“You’re so fucking tight around my cock,” he groans.

You don’t reply to him. If you think about it, you’re pretty sure everyone will feel tight around his cock. You have never felt this fulled up before. Lando keeps thrusting in and out of you. He’s increasing his pace, going even faster then before.

“You look so good like this,” Lando tells you.

“Fuck,” you mutter, “I’m going to cum.”

Lando softly slaps your ass. He decreases his pace. You let out a hopeless whimper. You try to mimic his moves from before.

“Ask me,” he grunts, “or you won’t cum.”

You let out a chuckle, “You want me to ask you for permission?” He must be joking. Right? Lando his look tells you otherwise. He’s looking deadly serious. This is a joke.

“Yes,” he states.

“Fuck, I’m not doing that,” you tell him annoyed.

Lando decreases his pace even more. You feel your orgasm fading away from you for the second time this night. You are getting more frustrated by the second.

“Then you won’t cum,” Lando tells you.

You let out a frustrated sigh. You doubt about your next action. There’s nothing more right know that you want then to cum. Your body is aching for it. But still, you don’t want to ask Lando for permission.

“I’m waiting babygirl,” Lando continues.

You look at him with big eyes. Then you make your decision. Fuck it. You have thrown away every bit of your dignity by fucking him, it’s not like this will make it worse. You just want to cum right now.

“Can I?” You ask Lando.

“Can you what?” Lando replies quickly.

“Can I cum?”

“I think I miss something.”

“Please Lando,” you whimper, “Can you please make me cum?” No way that you just begged Lando Norris for your orgasm. This is the worst. Lando shows you another smirk, he is quick to increase his pace again. He’s fucking you even harder then before. His thumb has find it’s way back to your clit. You let out multiple moans.

“Cum for me,” Lando tells you after a minute or so. You feel the familiar waves finally washing over your body. It’s long ago since you have had an orgasm this intense. Maybe you don’t even had one like this before. Lando is quick to follow you, also experiencing his orgasm.

Only a few minutes later your standing awkwardly in front of Lando. What did just happen? What did you just do? Lando looks at you with a devious grin. He’s enjoying this. Of course he is.

“This was a mistake,” you tell him.

“Can’t wait for the next time you make this mistake,” Lando is quick to answer.

“You don’t fuck the same girl twice,” you bite back.

“Oh babygirl, you’re already an exception.”

“Don’t count on it,” you tell him annoyed, “This will never happen again.”

+++

“Oh fuck off,” you tell Lando annoyed. He has been interrupting your study session multiple times now. It has been a week since your mistake of fucking with him. You have seen him a couple times after that, but neither of you talked about what happened. Something you’re glad about. It was a stupid mistake after all. Lando is walking inside of your room in the mean time. You think about calling your brother, Max, to take him away from you. Downstairs there are multiple friends of Max to play some games together. Lando had to be one of them of course.

“What are you studying for?” Lando asks you.

“My exams are coming up,” you explain annoyed, “so I need every bit of free time I have to study. So go away Lando. You’re distracting me.”

“I just thought you could use a bit of relaxation,” Lando says with a smirk, “Isn’t that a thing during studying? Taking breaks to relax?”

“Fuck off,” you tell him again. This time you stand up from your desk to show him you’re serious about it. Lando doesn’t walk away from you, instead he walks closer to you. You can almost feel his warm breath on your face because of how close he got to you. You let out an annoyed sigh. What is he doing?

“Sure you can’t use a bit of relaxing?” Lando asks you again.

“It’s not like you can give my any form of relaxation,” you tell Lando annoyed.

You sit down on your bed, waiting for him to leave you alone again. Lando doesn’t leave. He takes place next to you on your bed, only to move to a position behind you a few seconds later. You almost jump from the bed when you feel Lando his hands touching your shoulders. He starts to massage your shoulders slowly. At first you want to tell him he needs to stop messing around, but then you realize that this actually feels good. You even feel some tension leaving your body when Lando keeps massaging you.

Lando stays silent while massaging you. Maybe that’s even better, you think, if he starts to talk nonsense you will probably get annoyed again.

You let out a soft relieved sound. Lando can’t help himself to smile a bit. He knew you wouldn’t say no anymore as soon as he started massaging you. Since Max started to complain about your tense mood from the last days, he saw the perfect opportunity to get close to you again. Since the time he fucked with you in that wardrobe room, he can’t stop thinking about you anymore. Every time he tried flirting with another girl, he could only think about you. Meaning is he pretty frustrated by now.

After a bit of massaging you already feel a lot more relaxed. Then Lando his fingers get lower on your body. First he pulls you further on the bed, making sure you laying in a comfortable position. You look up at him, but you also don’t want to question him too much. You decide to just let it happen. Lando his hands are drawing forms on your legs. Each time he moves his hands up, he comes closer towards a certain spot between your legs. It doesn’t take long before you start to feel your cunt heating up. This time Lando his hands are closely next to it. It frustrates you how he is already making you feel all kind of things. You want more. Fuck.

You buck up your hips a bit, hoping that Lando will get the hint. He is quick to look up to you. When you notice the eye contact with Lando you just show him a small nod. Maybe he will understand that you want him to do more?

Lando is no stranger to this kind of messages. He knew what he was doing. He slowly pulls off your leggings. Leaving you laying in your shirt and your string. He traces his finger over your string, already feeling a wet spot.

“You want me to help you relax?” Lando asks you with a soft voice.

“Yes please,” you quickly reply. You’re not in the mood for games with him. You just want him to do something.

Lando pulls of your string. He is quick to throw it next to the bed. He lowers himself on the bed, getting his face close to your pussy. Without any other warning he slowly licks your clit. You let out a moan from his sudden action.

“You’ve to be quiet babygirl,” Lando tells you, “or do you want your brother and all his friends to hear the sounds you make for me?”

Without waiting for your response, Lando continues his earlier movements. He moves his hand over to one of your boobs. He kneads it while focussing on eating you out in the mean time. His slow movements are replaced with fast, short licks against your clit. He uses his free hand to pump a finger inside of you. This time you can’t suppress another moan. It’s insane how good Lando makes you feel.

“You look so pretty like this,” Lando murmurs, “all because of me.”

Lando puts another finger inside of you, increasing his pace while finger fucking you. It’s getting too much for you quickly. You feel your orgasm reaching. Suddenly you remember the last time you wanted to cum. Do you need to say something to Lando? You’re not in the mood for him to take away your orgasm again. You really need it now.

“Lan,” you say softly. Lando doesn’t stop his movements, but he does look up a bit to make eye contact with you. “I’m close,” you tell him.

“You know what to do,” Lando tells you, he quickly continues to lick your clit again.

“Can I please cum Lando?” You ask him.

“Fuck,” Lando mutters, “You’re such a good girl. Already asking me if you can cum just the second time. Cum for me baby.”

It doesn’t take you long to cum after hearing Lando his words. You will never tell Lando what his words just did to you. You don’t even know how him calling you a good girl made you feel this good.

“Y/N?” You hear your brother yelling through the door. Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m changing, don’t get in,” you quickly tell Max.

“Have you seen Lando?” Max asks you.

He should know you think. Lando has the same thought. He should know how much of Lando you just saw.

“No,” you reply you Max his question.

You quickly hear Max his footsteps moving away. Lando stands up from your bed. “That’s my cue to leave,” he tells you. You simply nod. Lando walks towards the door of your room. Before he opens it he turns back towards you.

“Next time you can repay me the favor,” Lando tells you.

“There won’t be a next time,” you reply.

“Didn’t you also say that last time?” Lando asks you with a smirk.

“This was just for myself,” you bite back. Lando chuckles, “I did enjoy it too baby. Finally a reason that I like your nerdy side.”

“It’s not nerdy,” you sigh, “studying is pretty normal for most people.”

“Just marry rich,” Lando tells you, “It’s much easier then studying anyways.”

There he is once again. The boy that always annoys you. You let out a sigh. Lando laughs and quickly walks away from your room.

+++

unknown: when are you returning the favor I gave you earlier today?

You sigh at your phone. It doesn’t even take you a second to figure out who texted you. Of course it’s Lando. You save his number and start to type back a reply.

Y/N: how did you get my number?

Lando: Max ofc

Lando: are you going to answer my question?

Y/N: i’m not returning the favor

Y/N: i told you this was a mistake and it won’t happen again

Lando: you keep believing that, next time I’ll fuck that idea out of your head

+++

Next time didn’t take long. Lando has been spending the day with your brother once again. The both of them were at the apartment where you brother and you live in Monaco. Or better said, where your brother lives with his girlfriend and stepdaughter while you crash in the guest room for as long you’re still studying. Max just left to pick up Kelly and some food, meaning you and Lando are left alone. The thought of being alone with Lando after what happened between you two makes you nervous.

“So what about that favor?” Lando asks you, “We have some time to kill.”

“You’re the worst,” you scoff.

“Any better idea?”

“Yes, I’m going to study,” you tell Lando. You grab your study book of the table and start to read it. Lando lets out a sigh.

“What are you studying?” He asks you after a bit.

“Why do you care?” You reply.

“I don’t,” Lando replies rudely.

You scoff. “Then don’t ask,” you tell him coldly.

“I really don’t get it,” Lando goes on, “You’re doing all this work for a degree when you’re already making enough money for the rest of your life with al the influencing you do online and with the model jobs you do sometimes. Why bother with the studying next to it?”

“It’s nice to have a backup,” you tell Lando, “and my study matches with a part of it.”

“What are you studying?” Lando asks you again.

“Marketing,” you tell Lando, “and everything that can come with it. Graphic design, digital marketing, writing SEO approved texts and other stuff like that.”

“That actually sounds interesting,” Lando replies.

“You’re faking an interest so you can fuck me,” you accuse Lando. He lets out a laugh, “You’ve got me,” he tells you.

“I actually hate you,” you sigh.

Lando moves closer to you. He puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you a bit closer to himself as well. His sudden movement causes you to lean against him. You feel a shiver going over your body. Lando notices the effect he has on you, he smirks because of it.

“And what is it that you hate about me?” He asks you.

“You’re the most rude, annoying, spoiled and selfish person that I have ever met,” you are quick to reply to him.

“But you don’t hate the way I can make you feel,” Lando tells you.

“You don’t make me feel anything special,” you bite back.

Lando lets out a low chuckle. You look annoyed at him. Of course you know that Lando does make you feel all kind of things. You don’t know if you hate him more or less for that. It’s confusing what he does to your body. Just like now, his hand is laying on your ass and you are waiting for him to do anything. You start to crave his touch. This can’t be good.

“Keep telling yourself that babygirl,” he says, “maybe you’ll even believe your own lie someday.”

“Pff,” you sigh annoyed, “You’re the one that keeps coming back to me. I’d say that you’re addicted to the way I make you feel.”

“I don’t know,” Lando replies, “You didn’t show me yet. But to be honest, you can’t be that good.”

Lando his words are frustrating you. What does he mean with that? Is he doubting your abilities? You’ll show him what you got. Quickly you take a look at your phone for the time, you don’t want Max to walk in on you and Lando. You realize that you have more then enough time. You lay your hand on Lando his crotch, palming him softly through his pants.

“I bet I could make you cum in your pants,” you tell Lando.

“Hm, I bet you can’t even make me cum while blowing me,” Lando replies.

Lando knows what he is doing. Of course he knows that you can make him cum in no time. That’s exactly what he wants right now. He craves your touch and he craves an orgasm caused by you even more right now. After not fucking other girls for a week or so, he needs to find his release. He knows that you bite when he doubts you. So that’s exactly why he acts like he thinks your bad at it. He knows you’ll want to prove yourself. And that hand that is laying on his crotch, is telling him that his plan works.

You zip down Lando his pants. Together with his boxers you pull them down. You look at your wrist for a hair tie, but you notice that there isn’t anyone. Without further thinking you grab Lando his hand, you let him grab your hair together.

“Hold my hair,” you tell him. Lando is quick to oblige, he wraps his hand tightly around your hair.

You tease Lando a bit at first. Slowly you lick around his shaft before putting it inside your mouth. When you start to suck on his dick, Lando is quick to let out a moan. You look up at him, raising one of your eyebrows. This will be even easier then you already thought. Slowly you bob your head up and down, still sucking in the mean time.

Lando lets out another moan. Fuck, he knew it would be good but he didn’t expect this. He has never felt this before. He feels desperate for you. His eyes can’t stop focusing on you. He takes in all your beauty while you’re blowing him. It’s insane how good it feels for him. He had blowjobs before, many blowjobs even, but none of them made him feel like this. Normally he has himself in control, knowing how to hold on his orgasm but this time he can’t focus on anything else then you.

You increase your pace. In the mean time you feel Lando his grip on your hair getting even tighter. When you look up, you directly make eye contact with him. You let his dick slide out of your mouth, quickly putting your hand around it. While stroking him, you don’t stop looking at him as well. Who knew you had this much impact on him with a few simple actions.

“Fuck,” Lando mutters when you put your other hand on his balls. You softly knead them.

Lando his dick is getting even harder in your hand. You notice Lando his irregular breaths. He’s about to cum. You decide to stop your actions. You let go of his dick and stand up.

“I don’t think you want to cum, right? I mean you were pretty sure that I couldn’t let you cum,” you tell Lando with the most innocent smile you can manage.

Lando grunts. Of course you knew what he was doing. You’re not stupid. He thought he was smart by playing a little mind trick on you, as if you wouldn’t notice. This is his karma.

“Next time, ask nicely instead of trying to play mind tricks,” you say.

You hear the whimper Lando lets out. He looks frustrated at you. “I don’t ask things nicely,” he groans annoyed, “Get back on your knees and finish what you started.”

“No,” you simply say.

“Fuck Y/N,” Lando replies, “you’re not doing this to me.”

You let out a chuckle. “Two can play this game Lando,” you tell him with a small smile.

Lando is quick to grab your hips. He pulls you onto the couch. You don’t say anything, this is exactly what you wanted. Lando lifts your dress up and moves your string aside. After that he is quick to press his dick inside of you. When you feel all fulled up, you let out a moan.

“We both know who plays this game better,” Lando grunts while thrusting in and out you.

“I guess that would be me,” you tell Lando sweetly.

Lando chuckles. You let out a moan while he thrust even deeper inside of you. “Why would that be you babygirl?”

“Because I wanted to be fucked instead of giving you your orgasm while blowing you.”

“Fuck,” Lando groans, “This time you win.”

“There won’t be another time,” you tell Lando.

Lando increases his pace. He feels his orgasm getting closer. His thumb is drawing figures on your clitoris. He listens to the way you moan.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he whispers in your ear, “I’ll see you the next time.”

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In Need of an Heir Pt 7

Aemond X (Baratheon! Reader)

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You wake up in a dark room, your legs numb from hanging awkwardly over the side of the bed. When you roll your head to the side, Aemond is asleep beside you, your two hands still gently wrapped around each other.

You hate to wake him up, but the need to move your legs supercedes your wish to keep him asleep.

You grunt as you sit up, and groan at the soreness of your back and start to try moving your numb legs around to get the blood circulating again.

Aemond wakes up with a jolt shooting up from the bed and then stumbling over his own numb legs before gripping the bedpost to hold him upright.

You can't help but giggle at his disheveled state.

"My apologies" He grunts "I am not accustomed to waking up with someone beside me.

"We did..... we did not perform our marital duty. They will blame me" You nervously wring your hands knowing that it is partially your fault but what you don't want to do is have the King angry at you or Aemond.

"No one shall know. That will be a secret between you and I. " Aemond removes his dagger from the holster hanging over the chair next to the bed and nicks his wrist, allowing a few droplets to land on his sheets. "As you said before, does it truly matter if we do it today instead of yesterday?"

You nod your head at him gratefully. "Thank you"

"Hmmm." He nods curtly toward you. "Let us get ready for the day.

You leave his quarters heading back to your own to get ready for whatever today shall bring you. You snicker to yourself, knowing you were able to get around consummating your marriage, earning yourself one more day at least before Aemond attempts to stuff a child into you.

After getting dressed you are escorted to morning meal. King Aegon has requested the family sit down together this morning. You inwardly groan. This is the last place you want to be. All those eyes on you trying to decipher whether or not you and your husband did your duty. The thought of it made you queasy.

As you enter, you immediately locate Aemond in his usual seat at the head of the table. You sit to his right across from Criston and wait for King Aegon to be carried in.

"King Aegon second of his name" the guards announce as Aegon is carried into the room. You stand along with everyone else as he is carried around the table and placed between his mother and princess Jaheara.

"Ahhh, so we are all here, then," he loudly announces. Half of the big table is empty. An ominous reminder of just how many members of their family were lost during the great dance of the dragons.

"So. .. am I correct in assuming that everything went well last night?" Aegon immediately pries.

You can see the prickle that travels up Aemond's entire body at the question.

"All is well," Aemond curtly replies, seemingly annoyed at his brothers prodding.

"So I can expect a nephew? You were able to get the job done?" Aegon cockily smiles toward Aemond.

Aemonds knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists tightly in frustration.

"This is hardly table conversation." Alicent tries to politely steer the conversation away from the direction she knows Aegon is headed.

"Oh mother, calm down. I know my brother and sometimes...... he......struggles with these types of things. Just have to be sure. " Aegon snickers to himself like he just made the funniest joke in the world.

"Everything went well. He was kind and gentle, as a good husband should be. " The words seem to just come flying out of your face. You couldn't stand Aegon poking fun at Aemond. You felt the need to defend him as if it was your job to protect him.

"That..... that is most pleasant to hear my goodsister. " The look of shock on Aegon's face at your outburst wasn't difficult to see, but when you turn from Aegon and look at Aemond you are shocked to see him looking at you with a softness. He brings his hand over yours and gently rubs his thumb over your knuckle.

The rest of the morning meal is uneventful. When you rise to leave, Aemond accompanies you.

"You did not have to do that. I had it handled, " Aemond states as soon as you exit the room.

"Handled or not, I wished to say my piece, so I did"

He chuckles and scratches his chin. "Yes, it seems you did"

"Walk with me?"

"Is that not what I am doing currently?" He lifts his eyebrow and smiles.

You huff and lightly smack his arm. "I meant through the gardens. We had hardly any time to get to know one another prior to the wedding. I would like to at least know your interests and passions before you bed me"

"Shh," Aemond looks around like his head is on a swivel and you cringe.

"Right, should most likely not go announcing that through the hallways." You giggle and walk ahead. " May make our claims at morning meal less believable"

He stands still in the hallway, a small smirk on his face watching you as you beckon him to follow you.

"Well, come on then!" You start to walk toward the gardens without him. It only takes him about four strides to catch up to you.

"So.... what are your passions?" You question playfully.

"My passions?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Surely you aren't that dull. You have passions, I assume? Things you do that you find enjoyment in? For example, I enjoy reading." You wave your hand in front of you mimicking the act of turning a page in a book.

"I also enjoy reading."

You look at him exasperated. This was going to be a long, difficult process of getting to know him if all of his answers were going to be short and made up of no more than five words.

"Enjoy reading what?" You prod. You were going to get to know this man whether he liked it or not. You refused to spend your life chained to a cold stranger.

"Philosophy,history" he stares straight ahead as he answers and right before you release a sigh of frustration you are pleasantly surprised when it is him that tries to continue the conversation. "And what of you wife? What do you enjoy reading"

"Fantasy." A huge smile spreads across your face, and your eyes light up. " tales of heroes and princesses saved by their knight in shining armor who would travel the realm 3 times over just to get back to her."

"Hmmmm...." He strokes his chin briefly. ",You wish to escape"

You stop in your tracks and look up at him "what?"

"Fantasy. It's a means of escape. To immerse yourself in a world unlike your own. A world where there is love and passion, and a neat happy ending."

You crinkle your nose at him. "There is love and passion in this world, Aemond. Just because you choose not to experience it does not mean it does not exist"

"No. I'm the monster in those books. The one the hero slays, only in the real world sometimes the villain wins"

You roll your eyes, "the villains hardly ever announce that they are such. They do not feel like they have to. The world just knows" You start walking again. "No you are a lost character. Did some things he has not quite reconciled and is not quite sure where he is going."

"I know exactly where I am going." His voice is tense so you decide to keep pushing.

"Do you?" You enjoy pushing his buttons if not for any other reason then to break him out of his cold stoicism. Anger is an emotion a strong one and even if it is not the emotion you prefer to see it is something.

"The iron throne will pass to me upon me, brothers' death." He tilts his chin in the air, the pride emanating off of his body.

"That is where your body will be, but your mind, your heart, your soul. You do not know where those will lay." You put your hand to his chest over his heart.

"I told you already I am not capable-"

You cut him off. "What you say and what you do...... they do not align. The love for your mother is obvious. Any fool can see it. The love you have for sweet Jaheara, even the love and patience you have with Aegon! Maybe you will never love me, but you love them. I know you do. Thus you are capable."

"I am loyal to my family..." He trails off not wanting to continue the conversation but you are determined to make him see. You don't know why but you need him to admit he is capable. That there is something the two of you could work toward with time and effort. Some kind of hope.

"It is more than loyalty. If you can not see that, then you are blind. " You turn to head back to your chambers, deciding you have had quite enough of your husband for one day. Aemond is not finished yet.

He grips you by the shoulder and turns you around to face him. "Do not ever speak to me that way." He growls."You are my wife. You do not have to like me, but you do have to respect me. "

"I respect you just fine." You jerk your shoulder from his grasp. " but I do not believe you"

"Believe me?"

"You so desperately want the world to think you are cold, but I see it. The warmth it is in there, is it such a crime that I, your wife, wish to see it? That I do not wish to spend my days chained to a mountain of ice when I know there is a flame hidden inside?"

" You demanded the truth, and now that I have given it to you, you are unable to accept it. I did warn you." He closes his eye and clenches his jaw. "I am a creature of habit."

"I can not bare children for a man incapable of love! Could you imagine the damage that would be done to a child when their father does not love them?"

Aemond's shoulders slump and he looks down to the floor. "I am painfully aware of what that can do to a child"

"Then why would you wish it upon your own children?" You again turn on your heel and sail down the hallways toward your chamber gritting your teeth.

"I will not have children with that man." You grumble under your breath.

"You will not be getting that heir from me"

Part 8

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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @myheartfollower, @laylasbunbunny, @destinyl, @deadgirl02, @sweetllamaparadise

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝)

You walked into Jake's office, sitting a bag of jewels and beads on his table, ones he’d gift to you. “I'm done Jake. I need to do this now before it's too late.”

Jake looked up at you from his map and scoffed. “Mhm. You said that last time. I'll see you tonight.”

“We're done.” You said more intensely, you heard the shakiness in your own voice.

“You're so pretty when you try to be intimidating.” Jake looked back down at the paper and ignored you.

“Okay.” You nodded. “You wait and see.” You stormed out of his home.

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Jake waited and waited in your designated meeting spot for what felt like hours. He looked at his watch, then back at the trees in front of him. You were never late, and if anything you knew how much he hated waiting.

He stood from his spot and went walking back to the village, walking straight to your tree where you slept. “Have any of you seen Y/n?” He asked your roommates.

“We just said goodbye to her earlier.”

“Yeah she moved.” Another said nonchalantly.

Jake felt his insides hollow. Moved? No. Couldn't be.

He walked further into the room, seeing that your belongings and hammock were empty.

Like a drunk, he stumbled out of the tree, holding his chest realizing you were serious. He laughed at you, knowing that he would see you later but you were serious this time.

Jake stormed back home, where Neytiri was cleaning up the dinner that he had once again missed. “Jake, you're back early.” She approached.

“Don't you fucking touch me.” He snapped.

Neytiri was taken aback, shocked at his sudden anger. “Jake, is there something-”

“Neytiri if I hear your fucking voice again I swear to god you won't get a good nights rest for days.”

His wife stood bamboozled, unknowing of what happened in the last hour or so that made Jake like this. He didn't even get this angry at her when they had to temporarily leave hometree.

Anger lodged into the leader like a parasite in a fish. The yelling started, the glaring, and the silent treatments remained. Everyone fell victim to his tantrums, even his most- trusted warriors.

Rumor spread that he was angry at Neytiri, for what reason? Who knows? Others said the demon he once was, came back to punish him for turning his back on the other Sky People.

These rumors drove Neytiri insane. She tried everything to make Jake happier, changing her hairstyle, her clothes, initiating alone time, even making him hold Neteyam for hours at a time to at least soothe his soul. But Jake remained a shell. He didn't even look towards Neytiri, and when he held his son his eyes fell grim.

At night Neytiri lay awake next to her husband, thinking. Any signs or any hints about what upset him, because clearly this was bigger than her and their son. Then her mind went back to her lingering thoughts she had months ago.

The late night returns, the random scratches on his back, nicks all over his body, and the underlying scent of another woman.

“Jake.”

He sat hunched over, holding Neteyam in his arms feeding him. He was silent, but his ears flinched up at the sound of Neytiri's voice.

“She left, didn't she?”

Jake snapped his head to look at his wife, but his face remained deadpan. Neytiri let out a frustrated groan and crossed her arms. “What has she provided all this time that you can’t even offer me the time of day?”

“Everything.” He finally spoke. “Everything she is, you are not.”

His jabs didn’t phase her much anymore, but it still hurt her to know that although his mistress left him, and she stayed by his side, he still yearned for the other woman.

You heard little chatters of these rumors, having moved to the outskirts of the village, but you only listened silently with no comments. Jake had to regulate his emotions on his own.

You missed him so, not going a minute without thinking about him, his hands, his whispers.

It was ridiculous how much you thought of him, but being together caused more damage to the both of you, and your families.

#persefolli #persefolliwrites #angst #avatar the way of water #jake sully #avatar #avatar2 #atwow #tonowari #jake x reader #jake sully x reader #jake sully angst #avatar jake

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Alright hear me out. Pythor x Overlord yaoi. Think about it. The only people the Overlord has really interacted with are yes-men he created to serve him, such as Kozu and Cryptor, or people he's manipulated after rescuing at a low point in their lives, so Garmadon and Harumi.

Pythor is different; He's someone wholly independent of the Overlord, who went out of his way to find and rescue him, totally of his own volition. The Overlord might not have even known Pythor existed up until they met. Others, the Overlord has had to control and take advantage of, but him and Pythor are always on the same track, there's no moral hesitation on his end. They have an evil laugh together, the Overlord outright tells Pythor that he likes him.

Of course Kozu and Cryptor do everything for the Overlord, they were made for that. Pythor CHOSE to be unconditionally loyal. He says he wants the Overlord as a means of revenge against the ninja, but he still took a bullet for the Overlord, which necessitated Zane's sacrifice. Maybe Pythor was more assured of the Overlord's ability to destroy the ninja than his own, and was willing to die for vengeance because what else does he have left?

He's an outcast by Serpentine standards; In the canon Pythor's Revenge book, part of his motives for stealing the BorgWatch ahead of its release was to impress his fellow Serpentine into letting him back in, but they don't. Everyone blames Pythor for nearly getting them killed, he's hated by his own kind now, and was evidently somewhat of a black sheep even amongst his own Anacondrai, who eventually did recognize him at the end of S4.

Does Pythor even know what he's doing with his life anymore, or is he just angry and bitter and looking for an outlet? Has he been driven twice mad, first by surviving the starvation and Donner Party cannibalism of his kind, and then burning inside of the Great Devourer? He was all alone after the Great Devourer, vulnerable and having to take care of himself.

Maybe he sees himself in the Overlord, someone considered an absolute monster with nobody else on his side, who just wants to lash out at the world. Maybe there's a kinship between the two, where Pythor gives him the helper he himself needed. Multiple times, he is the Overlord's savior, when usually it is the other way around between the Overlord and his found champion; There are times where HE is guiding the Overlord with advice, having a grounded, mortal perspective that he needs. The Overlord has had minions and pawns, but him and Pythor genuinely feel like an equal standing.

Don't you think it's kinda sus that the Overlord trusts Pythor more with his damaged condition, than the Nindroid he literally programmed to serve him? He knew Cryptor longer. But Pythor's willing, unconditional loyalty really is something else; I think the Overlord's never had a mortal choose to be on his side without coercion of some kind, so he's like his first real friend. The only person he actually respects enough to listen to; Someone the Overlord trusts to intimately hide in the body of, over any other mechanical means up until this point. Maybe he was just sick of robotic confines and wanted to feel flesh. But maybe…!

Cryptor is wary of Pythor and learning the Overlord really did trust this Serpentine more than his own creation is frustrating to him. He thinks they're both vying for paternal affection from the Overlord. On Cryptor's end, that is the case. But for Pythor, he, um. Fucked that old man.

In Crystalized, I kinda see the Overlord as replacing the twisted paternal role that Harumi tried to place Garmadon into. So in addition to any possibly objections over the mastermind of her parents' demise being on C.O.C.K., not only is the Overlord justifying it by explaining that Pythor is loyal, but also. Also he's his husband. Evil purple couple. By extension that makes Pythor her dad, her fourth dad. Harumi has to explain to Mr. F that Pythor fucked her dad.

#Ninjago #Pythor #Pythor P Chumsworth #Ninjago Overlord #Cryptor #Harumi Jade #crackship

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Stars Collided || Seven

"You would think she was being sentenced to death." Ahsoka sighed.

"Privileged people have a weird way with coping." Anakin shrugged, as they watched Lovisa pour another glass of wine.

"I can hear you." She sniffled, as she sipped the red drink.

"Why did we need to be here for this?" Ahsoka asked her, directly.

"Because I don't like to be alone, and you're hired to do what I say."

The two shared another look.

"Not because we're great company?" Anakin asked.

"I asked the two of you here, and no one else, didn't I?" She glared at him, as she grabbed two more glasses, filling them.

"Basically, what she is trying to say, is that she loves us, and we're her best friends." Ahsoka smirked.

"You may go now." Lovisa switched her glare to the girl.

"Always in such denial." Anakin grinned widely, as he moved around the counter to stand near her.

"I must love terrible company." She rolled her eyes, sipping her drink, and stepping away from him.

"So, you do love us." Ahsoka cheered.

"Bye." Lovisa walked out from the room, where they stored their wine.

"Where are you going?" The two pains in Lovisa's asses, followed her.

"To drown myself." She answered, walking down the hall, and towards an exit of the large castle.

"But then Anakin's gonna get in trouble for letting you die, and I'll be out of a job." Ahsoka told her.

"That doesn't really seem like my problem." She shrugged. "I won't care, if I'm dead."

"That's what you really want?" Anakin asked.

"No." She groaned. "But it doesn't matter what I want."

"What is that?" He pushed. "What do you want?"

She continued to march through the grass, no destination in mind.

"Everything that I can't have." She refused to give details. "I don't want to be tied to a stupid throne." She tore her tiara off her head, throwing it away from her, but Anakin moved to swipe it up, as he and Ahsoka both followed.

"It won't be terrible, Lovey." Her friend told her.

"Like you could even begin to understand." She snapped.

"Then explain it to us." Anakin urged.

"My life has just been poured down the drain." She was frustrated, and angry. "I have spent my whole life, knowing that I was the spare, whatever I decided to do with my life, never really mattered, as long as it didn't affect the Kingdom or my family, in a bad way, and I would be able to do whatever they needed of me, but now?" She laughed harshly. "Now, my father is going to force me to find a suitable husband, to share the throne with, and it won't be mine, it will be his, and I will have to bare his children, so that he has an heir, they won't be mine, but his, I don't even want children! I won't ever be able to get away, my duties will be doubled, I will never get a say, for my own country, but everyone will be looking at me, when something goes wrong. I wanted to travel, to see great, amazing sights, from all over, and be able to paint, and be happy, and to live, but that's gone, it's all gone! And she got to make that decision, because she gets to be happy, with the one she wants, because she's older, and she gets to step away, because she had a back up, and I don't, so I'm stuck here, and its not fair, it's not fair!" She fell to the ground, to her knees, as she breathed heavy, the weight lifting from her chest, as she continued to stare down, at the skirt of her dress. "I've never been allowed to make a decision in my life, I hate it, I hate them, I hate my title, I hate it all! And I'm going to be miserable and alone, for the rest of my pathetic existence, I hate being alone, my biggest fear is coming true, and no one even cares to ask about what I think, how I feel. They didn’t even bother to tell me, they all knew and kept it from me" She dropped her face into her hands. "Everyone just thinks of me as this wild and selfish, spoiled brat, that always wants her own way, but nothing ever goes my way."

Anakin and Ahsoka looked at each other, they both felt guilty, they felt terrible for teasing and tormenting her, for not bothering to truly see things from her side, yes, she was living lavishly, and was better off than them, she never truly knew what it was like to come from nothing, but unlike her, they had made choices to be where they are now.

"You won't be alone, Lovey." Ahsoka told her, gently, "You will always have me, and I won't let that happen."

Lovisa looked up, her waterline was brimming with tears, "Do you swear?" Her voice cracked, as she asked.

"On my own life." Ahsoka held a hand to her heart, as she also sunk to the ground. "And that does not need to happen, you can rule, make this what you want it to be, you don't need anybody else, and your parents aren't going anywhere, you still have so much time, to do all the things you want to do. You can travel, and fall in love-"

"I can't." She interrupted.

"Yes, you can" Ahsoka smiled encouragingly.

"No, Ahsoka, I can't fall in love." She looked past her friend, at the boy stood behind her, who was already looking at the princess, and he didn't care to look away.

His own chest was beginning to feel heavy, the idea of her moving on, getting married, and starting a family, with anyone but him, it drove him crazy, and since their first kiss, it had been keeping him up, at night, thinking about it, but he could not help himself, the jealousy was too consuming.

But she was a princess, and he was a Jedi.

"Oh..." Ahsoka whispered.

"I wish to go to bed." Lovisa sighed, getting up from the ground, shaking the grass out of her dress.

"I shall accompany you, princess" Anakin told her, nodding to Ahsoka that it was okay for her to go to her own space.

"No need, Jedi." She continued to walk back to the castle.

"Of course there is, I have to make sure that you get to your quarters, safely. That is my job, after all." He replied, walking beside her.

"Very well, then." She wiped her tears, as she kept her focus on where she was going. Her palms were facing down, as she tried to walk properly, like she was taught, and yes, she was made to walk with books on her head, as a child.

But then she was swooped up, in someones arms, Anakin's arms.

She let out a squeal of surprise, as she hooked her arms around his neck, scared that he might drop her, but he carried her through the castle, as though she weighed nothing, even with her poofy skirt, he didn't even seem to care.

"What are you doing, Ani?" She asked him.

"Carrying you to your room, Princess, you seemed to have been struggling." He told her, not bothering to look down at her face, so she was looking up at his. "And I just wanted an excuse to be close to you." He also admitted.

Her cheeks turned rosy, but she didn't say anything else.

When they had reached her bedroom, He only set her down, once he had reached her bed, so he could sit her down on her mattress.

"Do you need anything, before I go?" He asked.

She hesitated, before thinking.

"Yes, I do, actually." She told him.

"And what is that?" He rose a brow in curiosity.

"Well, normally Ahsoka helps me undress, and I can't do it myself." She looked down, bashfully, what if he said no? Then she'd be stuck sleeping in an uncomfortable corset all night.

"O- Of course, M'lady." She didn't miss how he looked taken aback at her request, she had found that it didn't take much to fluster the skilled Jedi.

"Thank you, Skywalker." She called him by his last name, she thought that it would make things less awkward, sound more professional.

She turned around, so that her back was facing him, and she waited for only a few moments, before she could feel his presence behind her, it sent goosebumps all along her skin, and he hadn't even touched her.

Anakin untied the knot at the bottom of her dress, before unravelling the ribbon, finally letting her body relax from the tight prison.

His finger tips danced around her back, she could feel his breath on her ear, and she fought the reaction to shiver.

His hands moved towards her shoulders, then he was gently pulling down the small sleeves.

"Thank you." Lovisa gasped, sharply, breaking herself out of the spell, as she took a step forward, creating distance from him, then she moved towards her divider, so that she could change, picking an blue nightgown, with a matching sheer blue robe, with the fluffy cuffs and hem.

"Would you like me to leave now, princess?" Anakin asked her.

"No, you haven't checked whether my room is secure." She made up an excuse, just to keep him a little longer.

"Of course." He nodded, before walking towards her bathroom, to check it, and then it was her balcony, he even bothered to check under her bed, as she watched. "Well, it looks safe and sound." He told her, as she sat on her bed, he was only a few feet away from her. "I shall leave you to rest."

He only walked a few steps, towards the door, before she stopped him.

"Ani, can you-.... would you wait with me?" She asked. "I don't want to be alone, and I want you- your company, I would like your company." She reiterated.

He was by her side in milliseconds.

"Yes." He said. "I can wait with you."

"Thank you." She said in a hushed breath.

She then got off from the end of the bed, so that she could get underneath the duvet, and lay at her pillows. "Will you lay with me?"

"If that is what you desire." He answered, copying her movements, as he got into the bed, on the other side.

“Are you comfortable like that?” She looked at his clothes.

“I suppose so.” He shrugged. “It’s not what I typically wear to bed, but that’s okay.”

“Well, how do you usually sleep?” She asked him.

“Not a lot.” He bit down a smirk, as he avoided her eyes.

“Oh.” She hated that her cheeks turned red, she focused on her duvet, to avoid the mental images in her head.

The two layed on their side, looking at one another, not sure what to say or do.

Then she took his hand in hers, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles, feeling the scarred tissue, and the roughness, a show of hard work.

"I can't believe I'm laying in bed, with the future queen of Naboo." Anakin joked, breaking the silence, and causing a chuckle from her.

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes, with a small smile.

"You will make an amazing queen." He told her, with seriousness, now. "You don't have to make it the way things are now, you could make a difference, make things the way you want them to be, and fix Naboo, change all the bad that there is, here, there's so much you could do, and I know that it's you, who could and will do it, help the people, be the queen that this country needs."

"I don't think I would be very good." She shook her head. “The kingdom loves my mother and father, I would never reach their expectations.”

Anakin scooted closer towards her in the bed, he used his other hand to lift her chin, so that she would look at him, then moved to hold her cheek, swiping his thumb at the soft skin.

"Yes you will, Vis, you're the best option this place needs, I know you will do great, you're amazing, and I believe in you. You're a good person."

Her eyes softened, as she looked at him.

"But, I don't want to give you up, Ani, I don't think anyone could ever make me feel the way you do, I won't settle down with anyone." She shook her head in protest.

He kissed her, cutting off her next sentence before she could say it.

"Then don't." He said. "Don't end this, with me. We can be together, okay, no one has to find out, you don't need to marry, you don't need to marry anyone else, your sisters getting married, she'll most likely start a family with the senator, so the throne can just go back to them, after your reign, it'll be perfect."

Lovisa had no faith in his plan, she knew that was not realistic, and her father would never have that, it just wasn't the way things were, but to let herself be happy for just one more night, to enjoy his company, she nodded and smiled.

"Okay." She said, causing his own smile to grow wider, and he kissed her, again, with so much passion, that it broke her heart, just a little, she then pulled away. "Stay with me, for the night, please?"

"Of course, M'lady." He kissed her forehead, his hand in her hair.

She looked at his eyes, as they sparkled, as if he held the stars in them.

“You can undress, if you wish to, I promise I won’t look.”

“I don’t mind if you do.” He winked at her, playfully, as he did what she said, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor by her bed.

“C’mere.” He laid back down, opening his arms for her.

Lovisa scooted even closer to him, wanting to be wrapped up in his warmth, Anakin hugged her tightly, his face buried in her hair, as they eventually fell asleep.

#anakin imagine #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut #sw anakin #anakin fanfiction #obi wan and anakin #star wars anakin #anakin and padme #anakin skywalker #anakin x you #ahsoka tano

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karshown · 4 months

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literally this is js abt how Choso would more then likely act if he was Y/N's bf/husband.

Choso's personality: calm, chill, doesn't like attention nor does he crave it, likes to be more in the shadows, clingy, honestly inlove with you & refuses to notice any other woman thats not you.

hes a homebody

fempoc reader x choso

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Scenario #1:

Out of you two, you were the one that was outgoing, extroverted & loved being the center of attention around crowds of people. You were always the spotlight in any circumstance, whether you liked it or not (which you always did.)

Choso on the other hand simply hated it, he hated the thought of having all eyes on him or being around more than 2-3 people, or people in general. Anyone who wasn't you simply didn't have his attention, nor did he want to indulge in any conversation with them.

Anytime you two went to a party it was strictly him following you around like a lost puppy, & you jumping from place to place to at least have a small conversation with almost everyone at the large gatherings.

So today when you mentioned you two having to attend a party with more people than the last, he was truly sick to his stomach as much as he wanted to vomit he held it in.

His stomach churned as he wanted to curl into a ball, all he wanted to do was stay home with you, only you.

"Choso comeee onnn!! lets see the light in this one thing!" you encouraged as you tugged on his arm, he wouldnt budge, not even a little. He slouched into the couch beneath him, manspreading in a desperate attempt to make you change your mind without actually telling you to change your decision.

"So stubborn," you blurted out as he huffed and puffed, you two were truthfully opposites. Moving closer to him, relaxing into the couch you begged and pleaded.

"Just this one time, baby, pleaseee.." you whispered into his ear, sending a slight shiver down his spine as the small hairs on his neck rose. "Baby," did something to him, made him feel some type of way that he'd never felt before.

Made him act out.

"I don't want to." Chosos rough voice echoed throughout the house, spooking you as you almost forgot the sound of his voice. Despite that, this only made you frustrated, now thinking of it though, you two go out almost all of the time? maybe you could stay in the house this one time.

"Okayyy fine!!" Choso was more than relieved at this point he took this moment as a miracle, in the blink of an eye he swiftly pulled you closer, you sat in between his spread legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling into your bare shoulder, although his actions took you by surprise, you were satisfied.

Maybe staying at home wasn't too bad.

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Scenario #2

You had your phone turned off for a few hours, all you wanted was to finally get sleep, even if it was just for a little over 4 hours, you barely slept yesterday or the day before that. Your body was starting to feel like you were floating, as if you were naturally high.

Choso had been blowing up your phone for the past few hours, naturally you didn't know that, you felt at peace until..

BOOM.

My door swung open aggressively as it hit the wall behind it, my red, lowlided eyes shot openas I jerked awake immediately.

"fuck.." I whined to myself as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, barely processing that someone was towering over my figure from behind. The second I noticed the bigger shadow that ate mine up alive, I stiffened.

I barely could force any words out of my mouth, I couldn't even pry my lips apart. I soon felt a strong hand putting its entire weight on my shoulder, I swallowed the lump in my throat as my legs went limp. Was he going to kill me? were they even a he?

"I called you 79 times, facetimed you 20, and texted you at least 60, i even went as far as to check your social media account for any activity. I thought you were DEAD." Choso tightened his grip on my shoulder as despite the situation I was in, I felt relieved that I wasn't near death.

Until I took a moment of realization, that's not normal.

"m-my phone was turned off.." I stuttered as I tried to finally form an actual sentence, It was like I had to remember how to speak. Choso loosened his grip on my shoulder and eventually his hand dropped. At that point I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath the entire time until I let out a loud sigh.

Soon Choso grasped onto the fact that he probably looked like a psychopath right now, especially after saying his actions outloud in the open which allowed him to register everything. Understanding how bad this situation might've seemed.

"O-oh well um, I realized that I might've acted out." He lowly said as he directed his attention elsewhere, to the floor beneath him clearly disappointed in himself. I shifted around as I turned to face him, the vulnerability was clear.

This side of Choso was a rare sight. I let out another sigh, this time a little louder than the last.

"Choso, I don't blame you, I completely understand, my love." I stood on my toes as I cupped the side of Chosos face in my hand, gently grazing my lips onto his. Completely unfazed by him acting like a literal crazy person.

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Scenario #3

You had been crying silently for a good hour and a half now, not because something major happened to make you completely bawl your eyes out but because you felt like you needed this.

During your crying session your phone began to vibrate from under your curled up position, lazily searching for your phone as it rung back to back, assuming it wouldn't stop until you decided to answer you finally found it, the caller ID flashed the screen as it was Choso.

Your face instantly lit up, but he couldn't see you like this, in such a spot, such a negative position. Using the little bit of power that you had left, you wiped away your excess tears, leaving your face slightly damp but that was fine.

You repeatedly rubbed your puffy red eyes, trying to get rid of as much evidence of you crying as possible. Once you were fully sure that he wouldn't notice you answered the phone, plastering a gentle smile on your face.

"Hii my heart, hows the trip?" your voice slightly cracked, not enough for it to be too obvious but you naturally noticed it. You tilted the phone up to face you as you noticed how alarmed he seemed.

"Have you been crying? whats going on?!" he was extremely concerned, and more importantly confused, what had happened during the few hours that he had been gone?

"N-no, I mean no I haven't!" you quickly resorted to calming him down, he was usually a calm person until it came to you, until something involved you.

"I'm coming over, the plane is delayed regardless." before you could stop him and beg for him to go on the trip he had been waiting for, he hung up. With barely enough energy to rapidly type your phone slipped out of your loose grip, you fell back onto the bed as you stared at the ceiling.

A little over thirty minutes passed until you heard the sound of the front door unlocking and forcefully shutting. Your room was upstairs and one of the first rooms that you encountered once you started walking down the long hallway.

Before you knew it Choso came barging in, with chocolates in one hand and your favorite flowers in the other.

"Sorry I took too long, I just needed to make a few stops." he said it like it was a normal thing, a normal thing for him to leave the airport, he'd been boasting about the trip for 2 months straight, even when you dreaded hearing about it you still listened to every detail.

"Choso I said im fi-" just when you thought the chocolates and bouquet were the only thing he'd brought, he had also bought a small brown teddybear, you stared in awe as he brought it to the side of the bed you were on.

"You were clearly crying, i wasn't born yesterday." his tone was stern, as he wasn't taking no or anything of that nature for an answer.

You were his first priority before anything.

He began to open the box of chocolates as he gently grabbed you, wrapping one arm around your waist as he held you close, he shifted his figure on the bed just so you were comfortable, the back of your head rested against his solid chest.

"Open." he commanded as you opened your mouth slowly, he stuffed a small piece of chocolate into your mouth, you soon chewed on the little bit of white chocolate.

"What about your trip?" you asked with a hint of concern in your tone, about something he completely disregarded, completely forgot about all for your wellbeing.

"I mean, fuck it."

He said with a slight shrug, resuming to feeding you more of the delicious chocolate.

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ugh i love choso // I own none of the artwork used, credits to the artists of any piece of art used.

#jjk #jjk choso #jjk fluff #choso #choso x reader #romance #clingy af #boyfriend #homebody

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trash-king18 · 10 months

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m pt. 5

more overprotective miguel since you all seemed to like part 3

cw: sfw, overprotective miguel, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a g*n but no violence, reader has a panic attack, more soft miguel>>>

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it’s been a few more weeks now. Miguel was busy as always and you rarely saw him outside of his next infusion.

It was tense but for once he made no fuss and let you run all your tests after without being a pain. you almost wished he would be annoying, anything would be better than this weird post-nonprofessional silence. at the end of the week everyone was planning to go out again. you weren’t sure it was smart after last time but spider woman convinced you, and as much as you loved her you didn’t wanna be stuck with Mayday right now.

parallel

Peter B swings into Miguel’s office, oblivious as always

“Hey boss”

“no.”

“oh cmon you didn’t even let me finish i barely started”

“~no~”

“annyyways the team was gonna go out ya know hit the town tomorrow night. wanted to let you know incase you wanna make an appearance.”

“and why would i do that?”

peters silent for a moment

“you know.. because she’ll be there.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about parker but i don’t have time for this now please shut up before i throw you in the go home machine ~again~”

he pauses and then continues

“well… i just thought after last time you’d want to know anyway have fun gotta go bye

he swings off again

mayday! honey sweety please don’t put that in your mouth.

hey! can somebody grab the kid?”

“ayúdame dios, voy a matarlo”

so help me god i will kill him

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The next night you were out with the whole crew at a bar, it always got confusing because all the different peters insisted on being THE peter and everyone else had to pick a new name, but one too many fights has started over that so now you made them draw straws.

you were relaxing, drinking a mock tail which was essentially just ice and juice but it tasted good. spider woman was dancing around the whole place with her husband and they were always a sight to see. Peter B had challenged you to a game of darts and he was losing.. terribly. most of the spider people, who were in plain clothes right now, had crowded around you and were cheering. when suddenly they all went quiet.

you looked around trying to figure out what they were all looking at

just in time for peter to score a double 20 causing him to cheer for himself like a loon while everyone else was silent.

you saw him right before Peter did to which he immediate response was “Heyyy!! boss glad you could make it ya know i am losing terribly right now do you think you could sub in for me just for a round gotta call home real quick check on the missus.”

you address peter but you keep your eyes on him.

“No peter that’s ok i’m gonna go back to the bar, you win this one.”

you wanted a relaxing night off, and right now the tension between you was anything but relaxing.

You push through the crowd and return to ask for another of your last drink.

when the bartender sets it down before you can grab it a hand reaches from behind you to pick it up

“hey!”

he holds the drink up and sniffs it. apparently satisfied which it’s lack of alcohol he sets it back down. you just glare at him.

“what are you doing here”

“well it is a.. “company” party and i am the boss”

“it’s not a party, we’re just having fun. something you’re not very good at so if you’ll excuse me”

he grabs your arm gently but enough to keep you from walking away

“have you been drinking”

“wh-none of your business”

he makes his grip just a little bit firmer

“answer me or i take you home right now”

“what are you my f-“

you stop yourself. no matter what had happened between the two of you and no matter how infuriating he was you would never say those words to him.

instead you pull your arm from his grip

“no. i haven’t.”

and then you storm off.

you hate how every time he’s near you you start to act like a sexually frustrated immature teenager. not that it was all on you, he returned the energy 10 fold and normally instigated it.

Peter slides up to him after you leave.

“Smooth dude. real smooth.”

he just looks at peter before saying “no.” and walking away

Spider woman and her husband come up to P.B.

he’s talking his weird middle aged dad nonsense

“crazy kids, i sure hope they make it”

Spider woman laughs, maybe but they’re like the opposite of fire and water. they’re like.. fire and gasoline.

PB “nahhhh i got hope for em”

“you keep hoping peter”

she pats his shoulder and walks off

he follows you outside. you’re clearly stressed and the man who was out there smoking offers you a cigarette. you’re about to pass when the man looks up at something behind you and says

“my bad uh enjoy your night”

you whirl around and come face to face with him.

“where are you going?”

“away”

“that’s not smart”

“my masters in biochemical engineering says i’m capable of making that decision myself”

“do you know where we are?”

“earth 54, downtown New york”

“but do you know your environment?”

“i have eyes i’ll manage”

“so you noticed that parked car down the street that’s only been running since you came out?”

“I-“

“and you knew the guy who offered you a cigarette was planning on pulling you into said car most likely to take you to some underground trafficking ring”

you just stare at him in disbelief.

“you know just because i don’t have spidey sense doesn’t mean i’m incapable of sensing when somethings wrong. see you spider boy might have good hearing and whatever else but i grew up as a woman on streets not much different from these. and i learned how to take care of myself long before i had any self righteous over protective douchebags to act like my personal body guard.”

he’s about to stop you but before he can you open a portal and jump back to Nueva York. You’re so riled from your latest fight with Miguel you don’t even notice the draft the terrace door being left open. When you open the door you notice the dark figure standing out there you just assume it’s him and you go out to scold him immediately.

“Ay o’hara que dije, no quiero hablar contingo”

ay miguel what did i say, i don’t want to talk to you

but as he turns you realized it’s not him. you don’t even bother to close your door before you grab your knife from the strap where it’s hidden under your clothes.

it was a specialized dagger that could cut through spider webs… just in case. Lyla and spiderbyte had helped you design it.

“now who the hell are you”

the figure doesn’t move, he stays lounging against the railing.

“look dude i’ve had a shit day, i’m already pissed, today is not the day.”

this guy clearly got in through the inside door so you doubt he’s a spider person. so you opt for the gun holstered in the back of your belt instead. you’d carried it since you were 17 but you’d never really had to use it.

his face stays completely shadowed, even in light so you assumed this was an escaped villain from spider-man noirs universe. as much as you felt the need to prove a point and handle this yourself, you had no idea who this was or what kind of skills you’d be up against. So you click the backup button on your watch hoping hobie or someone else responds but knowing it’d probably him following close behind you anyway.

your best chance right now is to stall and asses the threat

“Where are you from huh?”

he finally speaks his voice is gravelly and weird

“not here.”

“yeah? like out of town… or a different universe.”

“smart girl. you one of those spider chicks?”

“maybe”

“hmm”

you can’t see his face but you feel him appraising you.

“so.. what is it that you need mysterious shadow person on my terrace.”

you were trying to get him to move, you knew from growing up that watching the way someone moves is a great way to get a sense for how they fight. and you wanted to get him into the light more.

you glance at your watch

your mistake

never look away even for a second. when you look back up he’s standing closer, you hadn’t even seen him move. you pull your gun up getting ready for a violent encounter.

“oh cmon now don’t do that darling”

“stay there and i won’t have to”

“hmm you’re a feisty one. that’s too bad”

it’s hard to see movement when he’s essentially a shadow in the dark but you tense and get ready to let your instincts do the work until a dark figure comes barreling through your apartment and out onto the terrace so quickly and silently you only knew he was there because you felt him. He tackles the figure but you watch it slip out of his arms and reappear on top of the railing.

in a mocking tone he says “adios sweetheart”

then he’s slipping into the dark. Miguel gets up and rushes to you and tenderly grabs your face

“Are you ok”

he looks genuinely scared of your answer

“i’m fine, go after him”

you push his hand off

“not until i’m sure you’re safe”

“he wasn’t even attacking me, and right now you’re letting him get away.”

“There’s two others on him right now”

“of course there is.”

you take the clip back out of the gun.

“since when do you have a gun”

“always”

“you keep that on you?”

“all the time.”

he gives you a weird look you’ve never seen from him before.. you realize it’s pride.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“nothing just realizing maybe mi cariño ~can~ take care of herself”

“O’hara i swear to god you call me that one more time i will cut your tongue off with your own teeth”

he just chuckles at you

“im beginning to believe that you could”

“wanna test that?”

before he can answer Lyla pops up on his watch

“Spider man 784 and 613a have secured the target, placing him in an electromagnetic pod now. will have him brought to your office immediately for questioning.”

“That’s ok Lyla i’m gonna secure the building, send those two back out with a couple others to patrol the perimeter.”

“Will you be a while?”

“Id say our interrogation can wait until the morning.”

“Sure thing boss”

“surely you don’t think you’re staying here all night?”

“i need to make sure no one else is gonna break in. Guns don’t do much against shadows.”

“can’t you do that from outside.”

“i know you’re mad at me but i’m not leaving until i know you’re safe. so your options are stay in my office all night while I work or let me stay here.”

“ni hablar. im not-“

no way

“i won’t bother you”

“you’re not sleeping on my couch miguel”

“this way you can sleep in your own bed, and i don’t have to worry about you. besides i’m not sleeping i’m guarding.”

“so.. clearly you’ve missed the entire point of our last two conversations”

“conversation is a weird way of saying you scolding me like a boy”

“if you didn’t insist on acting like one, i wouldn’t have to”

you try to push him out of your apartment but he turns around and holds himself in the doorway. and he has the audacity to pout at you. like full on puppy dog pout, which shouldn’t work when he’s the size of a mastiff if dogs were people.

“no.”

he just holds himself there with that look on his face

“… no! get out”

“no vas a ganar esto”

you’re not gonna win this

you groan

“do not. wake me up. o juro por dios que te asfixiare mientras duermes”

or i’ll suffocate you as you sleep

you shower and get dressed in the bathroom then find him exactly as he was before pacing and brooding just this time it was on your terrace. you make tea for yourself as you always do. you glance out at him from time to time.

you knew he was getting some weird sense of attachment to you but this overprotective macho thing was really becoming a problem.

you take a mug out to him, as an excuse, you expect him to turn it down and he does.

“this can’t keep happening”

“hmm?”

your voice was gentler now, not angry just tired. the shower and the tea had calmed you down after the fight and your adrenaline rush. although you still felt on edge.

“you know what i’m talking about. i don’t know what weird animal or testosterone fueled need you’re fulfilling by acting like my sworn protector but i need it to stop. ok? please”

“i’m just doing my job. protecting people.”

“miguel your job is to protect the spiderverse and collect anomalies. not swoop in the second something goes wrong just because we-“

“because we what?”

“you know”

“i thought you said it wasn’t anything to talk about”

“if you don’t want to talk i’m going to bed”

“no. that’s not what i said”

you take a deep breath.

“look i know what happened between us was… it was a lapse of judgment but it’s been affecting our professional relationship and now it’s interfering with my personal life. I value the opportunity that i’ve had working here with you, and i don’t intend for that to end but i need you to be honest with me about what is going on here so that we can move forward.”

he was quiet for a long time.

“that sounded rehearsed” is all he says

“i’ve been trying to figure out how to word it for a while”

“do you really think it was a lapse of judgement”

“was it not?”

“no uhm i mean you’re right”

“if you disagree you can say so”

his tone suddenly takes on frustration

“and why would i tell the truth when you’re still lying”

“i’m not”

“you do realize i can hear your heartbeat changing, smell the sweat form on your skin when you lie.”

“i’m calling your bluff spider boy”

he bristles as you call him that

“yeah? then how is it ~cariño~that i know you don’t entirely hate it when when i call you that,”

he steps closer

“i knew you were lying when you said you didn’t want me to stay,”

steps closer again

“and that you don’t think it was just a mistake.”

and then he closes the gap between you

“so i’ll ask you again mi cariño, was it ~just~ a mistake”

you look up at him defiantly

“i’m going to bed”

he couldn’t tell if you were lying if you didn’t answer.

when you finally shut your bedroom door behind you you could finally breath.

he worked you up so easily every time he was near you.

it had been like this from the beginning. you two were constantly bickering, switching between english and spanish constantly. He was so sassy, even with the kids, sometimes you had to hide your smile or else you might have to admit that you found it slightly funny. and it was the first time you had truly found a match for your attitude. to be honest it reminded you of home. your sister in law knew enough spanish from growing up together but she wasn’t fluent and ever since Pedro had..

well it just wasn’t the same.

although you definitely didn’t think of Miguel like a brother. you weren’t sure exactly how you felt about him.

you tried to steady your breathing, but this time it was steadily getting worse. the memories of your brother, the events of earlier, and the way miguel keeps managing to get under your skin was finally getting to you. you had felt another episode coming on for a while now but you had managed to keep it at bay.

“shit, shit. not right now please not right now”

you pressed your back to the door and held your hands on your chest trying to slow your breathing but the thoughts were racing through your head and the world was starting to tilt and spin at the same time.

you try and walk over to the nightstand to find your rescue medication you have for when this happens. you stumble over, tears are starting to form in your eyes which only makes it harder on top of the dizziness. you just desperately try to keep your breathing quiet even as you hyperventilate.

at this point of course, he’s inside the living room by your bedroom door listening.

you can barely walk and you end up crawling over to the side of the bed. you fumble to pull the drawer open and you start to panic more when you don’t find it, you dig through frantically but it’s not there.

you left it in the medicine cabinet, in the bathroom.

you sit back into the floor fully hyperventilating now, everything’s spinning out of focus. your hiccuped sobs come in between the breaths that you struggle to take.

you don’t notice him push the door open at first.

“y/n?

hey hey y/n what happened”

he comes up to you and kneels next to you

“can- can i help?”

you’re barely responsive, you don’t even move.

he reaches out where you can see and when you don’t move away from his hand he gingerly places it on your arm. he takes that as a sign that he can touch you.

if you could think straight it probably would’ve surprised you what happened next but you felt like you were dying.

he sits down on the ground and gently pulls you between his legs into his arms with you back pressed flush against his chest and wraps his arms around you tightly.

“estas bien, te tengo, te tengo, estas bien”

you’re ok, i’ve got you, i’ve got you, you’re ok

you’re trembling and still struggling to breath but he keeps the pressure while he starts to slowly rock you.

he begins singing. a spanish lullaby

you can’t even tell what he’s saying at first but slowly your breath starts to steady and you stop shaking as much. you recognize the song from when you were a kid, it’s one you sang to your nephews when they were little

he doesn’t stop singing until your breathing is starting to slow

“muy buena, inhalar y exhalar.”

very good, inhale and exhale

he holds you like that just breathing in and out with you.

you eyes are shut tight, you’re not ready to move or face him.

he doesn’t seem ready to let go either. so you allow yourself to stay like that.

he finally whispers your name. softer more gentle than you’d ever heard it. no underlying frustration or superiority

you don’t answer at first so he says it again

“hmm?”

“puedes abrir tus ojos para mi?”

can you open your eyes for me?

you shake your head slightly

“ok. puedas hablar?”

can you talk

you shake your head again. not yet you think to yourself, not yet.

“ok ok, Me levantaré y te pondré en la cama, ¿está bien?”

i’m gonna get up and put you in bed okay?

he shifts to start to be able to pick you up, but you grab his arm tightly.

“hey hey hey se acabo, estas bien”

it’s over, you’re okay

you know you’re okay now but you don’t want to let go yet. as much as you want to ignore that it’s him the pressure helped. you lessen your grip and he starts to stand you up and slowly walk you over to the bed.

“Quieres agua?”

do you want water?

you nod. he leaves and fills up a glass then quickly returns with the water. he holds it to your face even after you took it from him because your hands are still unsteady. he takes it back and places on the nightstand. he’s crouched beside you with his other hand rubbing the small of your back. it was small but reassuring.

“vamos, deberías acostarte.. yeah?”

cmon, you should lay down

you nod again.

he supports your head as you lay back. unnecessary but you don’t mind it right now.

he pulls the covers from under you so he can pull them over you.

you still haven’t made eye contact with him this whole time.

he doesn’t want to push you but he keeps trying to search your eyes to see if you’re okay. you can feel it. you still don’t look at him but you finally speak.

you voice still comes out slightly shaky.

“medicine cabinet. top left.”

it takes him a second but he finally gets it he disappears for a moment and then comes back into the room with a bottle of pills. you didn’t necessarily want him to know about them but you needed one and you doubted he’d let you get up if you wanted to.

He walks over and looks at you slightly puzzled, slightly concerned. He opened the valium, he could see it was prescribed but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t worry what was so bad you needed prescribed rescue medication.

he put one tablet in his hand and grabbed the glass of water. you sat yourself up enough to take the pill before lying back down all while refusing to look at him. you close your eyes again all that’s left is to wait for it to hit.

“i’ll be back in to check on you, just uhm.. si me necesitas, estoy aquí. solo descansa ahora.”

if you need me i’m right here, just rest now.

he hovers for a second before pulling back to slip out but leaving the door slightly ajar.

you fall asleep for you don’t know how long but when you wake up it’s still dark. you can tell he’s next to you kneeling beside the bed. you don’t move, you’re still too embarrassed to face him.

your turned away but he gently brushed your cheek with the back of his finger.

he whispers to you, assuming you’re asleep

“mi pobre cariño, que sucedió”

my poor darling, what happened

your brain was still hazy and all your senses were dampened by the medication. but the gentle touch was enough to make you stir

he moved to sit on the edge of the bed

hey lo siento, solo te estaba revisando

sorry i was just checking on you

you look away again by adjusting

“mm”

he reaches out to grab your shoulder gently.

“como te sientas? necesitas algo?”

how are you? do you need anything?

you don’t answer

you’re half asleep snd still so mellowed out your barely even paying attention to what you say.

“hey necesitas algo?”

you whisper

“miguel”

estoy aquí, que necesitas

“im here what do you need”

you just mutter his name again

“Miguel”

your hand moves up onto his hand on your shoulder

he let’s go of your shoulder to hold your hand in his

you don’t remember exactly how he ends up laying on the other side of your bed, still in his suit above the covers of course, but you do remember him gently rubbing your back as he softly muttered the same lullaby to you until you fell back asleep.

“arruru mi niña

arruru mi amor

arruru pedazo de mi corazón

este niña lindo que nació de día

quiere que lo lleven a la dulcería”

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@urmotherswhor3

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x y/n #spiderman 2099 #atsv #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel ohara fic #miguel o’hara smut

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