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nocturni3 · 10 months

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Miguel O’Hara x male reader: Daddy appreciation

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(TW: incorrect Spanish I’m not a Spanish speaker sorry, praise kink, IVF reference, infertility issues, depression, infertility treatment, IVF struggles, fatherhood, anal sex, handjob, body worship, doggy style, becoming parents, celebrating, slight daddy kink, slight public teasing, slight car sex, edging, stomach bulge, breeding kink, submissive headspace)

Months passed since the two lovers became engaged and things couldn’t be better for them both. It was as though things were beginning to look up for both Miguel and M/n as they moved outside the city; away from the loud noises, most of the crime, the stresses of Miguel being spiderman.

After Tyler Stone vanished after his failed attempt at getting his CEO position back from Miguel, Alchemax was slowly turning into a big corporation that began to take the city's poor and lower classes protests seriously. A corporation that both M/n and Miguel could be proud to work for.

With the help of Miguel’s mother as his secretary much to both men’s surprise she was good at both being a threatening force and yet a silvered tongued negotiator. What’s more M/n’s department got more funding to extend a larger hand in downtown clinics and ERs providing them with the newest and safest tech during surgeries, and treating illnesses and diseases that had been neglected by Tyler Stone.

It allowed M/n to move all his major work as head of the medical engineering department to their home; it felt unreal as though this shouldn’t have been possible for Miguel to live happily in a loving relationship with a house, and a ring on both fingers. Spiderman was needed less and less as most of the villains that littered the city were falling back into the shadows with Alchemaxs change of CEO, the change needed for a better future for everyone.

Looking around his new and much larger office that Miguel shared with M/n; he sighs, taking off his tinted glasses as he shuts the hologram screen off; after signing off another approval for the start of a more powerful environmental power grid to be placed downtown. To help clean the pollution and gasses that permeated the air quality.

Rubbing his sore eyes Miguel sighed as he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to breathe in the smell of M/n cooking them both an early lunch before their doctor appointment. An appointment they both were excited but scared to go too. After all it would be their 5th appointment of seeing if Miguel’s constant supplements had helped any with his sperm count; one of many side effects of his DNA being spliced with a spider. An effect he hated, despised so much that Miguel was losing hope with each failed test, with each failed attempt at fertilizing the donor's eggs; eggs that were running low with each failed appointment.

Miguel had his fair share of breakdowns as this was their best chance to have a kid, as M/n was deemed infertile the second round of IVF. A fact that had broken the two men; a hard fact that had all the pressure placed on Miguel which M/n tried his best to help Miguel through, but there was only so much his love and support to ease the pain and hole forming in Miguel’s chest each time they got the news of yet another failure.

Even with technically advancing the way it has been compared to the early versions of IVF in the early and mid 2000’s to now with the child being grown in a womb like environment eliminating the risk of miscarriage by a large margin.

There was only so much technology can fix when it came to a genetic code being altered in the way Miguel’s has. Only so much injections of enhanced vitamins could do for a body that was genetically modified, only so much it could fix an already broken-

“Miguel hun, lunch is ready! And your medicine too love

Miguel groaned, rubbing his face even more as the knot in his stomachs made it harder for him to want to eat anything. Made the decision to just ignore this one appointment to just wallow in his own self pity; maybe then Miguel wouldn’t need to take anymore injections. Resting his arms on the glass surface of his office table Miguel felt the tired, mental exhausted tears start to purs into his eyes as he tried his best to control the painful knot in his chest at the thought of this appointment being another nail in his self worth.

M/n looked at the still closed door of Miguel’s and his office. Seeing no sign of Miguel coming out M/n whipped his flour covered hands looking at the plate of hot steaming beef and veggie empanadas he had just finished cooking .

A recipe Conchata had given him after the two revealed their engagement to Miguel’s family; who all accepted the fact it was either accept the two for their love of the other or they’d lose Miguel for good.

M/n remembered holding Miguel’s hand throughout the entire exchange. He still held his finances hand through this difficult time in their lives; wanting to have a child to call their own. M/n despised not being about to take all the weight off of Miguel; he wished he could be the one going through the bull of the stress and pressure of these appointments.

But he wasn’t…he was completely infertile; the Lilly hood of him having a kid even with IVF was zero. The least he could do for Miguel was make him as comfortable as he could for as long as the both of them wanted to keep trying.

After all it was ‘through sickness or health, til death’; the ring on his finger made it all a reality. They were starting the next chapter of their lives together. The wedding was all set up, the venue paid for, their suits tailored and ready. They bought a house! But even that wasn’t enough for what their hearts truly craved for a child; a kid they could both raise and watch grow up with two loving parents; far from the toxic lives the both of them had to endure.

They just had to wait and hope that this appointment was anything but good news for them. Placing the dirty kitchen towel on the counter M/n dusted what was left of flours and spices on his shirt. Before making his way to the closed black door of their modern homes office.

A light knock echoed throughout the house as m/n waited with baited breath for Miguel to answer him. Give him time to regain his composure before m/n enters.

Lyla looked over to Miguel who quickly wiped away the stray tears that escaped his normally composed face. She saw how much the two wanted a kid, even going as far as to pick out names ahead of time while planning their wedding. Even though she was sentient now she was still very limited on what she could do to help.

“Miguel”

“Hm”

Lyla forced a smile as she appeared next to Miguel’s shoulder, leaning over to look into his eyes getting his attention.

“M/n made your favorite!”

Lyla smile widen seeing Miguel’s frown turn into a small smile, as he scoffs his face turning a shade of red as he once again mumbled,

“Shock, ¿qué hice para merecer a alguien como él?”

Lyla disappeared and reappeared, informing Miguel, smiling as she pulled at a holo pad tilting her glasses down on her nose as she spoke in a joking assertive voice.

“Ah well let’s see, you and hot stuff over there met, we’re friends for four years and in that same year became boyfriends, then from then on you two dated, kissed, kissed, oh wow looky! Nope, more kissing, proposal and now you two are trying for a kid!”

Lyla froze her small bit hitting a sore subject as she tossed the holo pad over her shoulder listening to it canish in pixels as she turned to see Miguel’s face turn hopeless once more.

“Trying and failing-“

Lyla quickly appeared in front of Miguel shushing him.

“Listen here! And listen closely Miguel, you're not failing! You and M/n aren’t failing at anything, you’ll see Miguel things will start looking up for the both of you-“

A soft knock at the door was heard as M/n’s voice spoke up. His voice was soft, calming, warm as he spoke to Miguel.

“Hun are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”

Clearing his throat Miguel waved Lyla away who huffed as she disappeared to another part of the house, continuing her installment of security measures.

“You don’t have to ask, this is your office too”

The door Jared opens revealing m/n whose clothes even after his attempt at dusting them off still had flour sticking to his shirt. Miguel smiled at M/n who made his way into their shared office, his eyes falling on the old day of the dead costume now turned spiderman suit that now mostly stayed locked for the time being behind a glass case.

The memories of Miguel saving him from a hostage and mugging, the moments the both of them spent in the other's arms comforting the other. loving each other with all their heart; Looking over to Miguel who began to fidget slightly as he started getting up only for M/n to make his way over to the stressed out man in front of him, placing his hands to Miguel’s tensed shoulders gently pushing him back into the comfortable office chair. Before leaning over the man who's had too much stress placed on his shoulders.

Leaning down M/n smiled his lips grazing Miguel’s, as he spoke his own hands running down Miguel’s muscular shoulders to his thighs massaging the even more tensed muscles. His hot breath landed against Miguel’s now parted lips as his focus turned from the stresses of their appointment to a need for a taste of M/n.

Miguel took in his fiancés appearance, his s/c skin that always seemed to glow anytime Miguel layed eyes on him, his H/l H/c hair that always managed to fall in the right places to frame his handsome features just right; enough to take Miguel’s breath away even after all these years Miguel would somehow still be flustered by the man in front of him.

“I know, but I figured you needed some time to yourself, didn’t want to interrupt your work mr. Sexy CEO”

M/n purred, closing the distance between their lips. Miguel sighed, feeling his entire body feel lighter as his hands reached up to take hold of M/n’s jaw gently rubbing it as they kissed.

The rhythm they kissed, the soft yet yearning for the others lips even after they had pulled away left the two nearly breathless as they stared at the other.

M/n smiled, leaning his face into Miguel’s hand, his own reaching for Miguel’s as they simply took in the atmosphere of this moment. The smell of food filling the air reminded the two of the meal waiting for them. Miguel sighed his face that had once been soft and relaxed after so long of stress now tensed at the approaching appointment. Another disappointment-

M/n kissed Miguel’s temple, feeling the pulse of the stressed out man in front of him who’s heart was beating rapidly.

“I know that face hun; this appointment has to be good news-“

“And what if it isn’t!”

Miguel shut his mouth at his outburst, his eyes burning once more that the thought of their doctors telling the couple more bad news or worse she’d tell them Miguel's sperm fertility was just not improving…that.

“Hun, it’s not hopeless, shock don’t say that anything but that, please.”

M/n’s voice creaked, he shook his head shoving his own feelings down, focusing on what he should say to Miguel who was losing hope.

“What else should I say, Cada visita es solo una pérdida de tiempo. I want to raise a kid with you so badly; I want to have a normal family with no strings attached…but every time we try Esta maldita genética mutante todavía lo arruina todo!”

M/n wiped away Miguel’s tears, ignoring his own that streamed down his face. They wanted to complete their family so badly, to raise their own family, to live a normal calm life. Seeing the man in front of him break down, his heart wide open and exposed, raw with grief and self hatred. He hated seeing Miguel so broken; going from a confident, strong headed, sarcastic hot shot to a broken mess in his arms M/n wanted to just take all the pain away.

“Miguel don’t say that”

“But it’s true, if I never tried to cure myself, never got my genetic code rewritten with a spider we wouldn’t-“

“I wouldn’t be alive”

“Huh-“

“Miguel, if none of this happened to you, if you never became spiderman…I would’ve died that night. Spiderman wouldn’t have saved so many lives, and even if you weren’t spiderman we both know you wouldn’t have just sat by and watched Alchemax keep hurting people. Things happen in ways that force us all to adapt, evolve in ways that shock even ourselves, be it in a positive or negative light. But don’t ever hate yourself ever, no matter what happens now to the future miguel I’m just happy to have you in my life, to have a kid with you and we will Miggy we just have to be patient a little bit longer”

Miguel leaned his head into the crook of m/n’s neck as he let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around m/n waist and back breathing in his scent. Mixed with expensive cologne and food had Miguel’s heart lighten; feeling truly at home in m/n’s arms, holding his soon to be husband.

“Estoy tan cansado de esperar”

“Oh hun I know, I know but we have to try and stay positive the best we can…which food can help com one handsome let’s eat and get you your injection before the doctor tears our heads off”

“Ugh, shock not another shot”

M/n stood up taking Miguel’s hand pulling him up from his chair pulling the muscular taller man against his own chest. The sounds of birds outside singing with the distant sounds of yard drones cutting the neighbors yards. It felt truly like home, staring down at M/n who caressed Miguel’s jaw luring him down for a peak.

“It’s just a small prick, besides hun I made your favorite food; managed to get your mom’s recipe”

Miguel peaked those intoxicating lips once more, his arms wrapping behind his lover's head. Untaloned Mighuel ran his fingers through the soft hair; gently tugging out knots as he gazed into the E/c eyes that stared back at him with such love it only luring him in even more; a siren song with no dangers.

“And how did you manage to do that? That woman keeps her recipes closer to her heart then that hun of hers”

Smirked, M/n flipped his head to the side, side eyeing Miguel.

“I have my ways, she’s not so secretive if you hang her dirty laundry out in front of her. Besides, it’s the least she could do after dragging our love through the mud. Now stop deflecting, let's eat before we go okay. And Miguel I love you just remember that no matter what I love you”

Leaning down Miguel pressed the twos for heads together, smiling allowing his teeth to show. His old confidence came back in full; feel much better than before.

~~~~~~

At that moment he was, but now that the couple sat in their room waiting for their reproductive endocrinologist Miguel became an anxiety riddled mess as he sat on top of the examination table trying to at the very least keep his talons in check as to not hurt the hand that was intertwined with his.

“Shh babe, just remember to breathe okay.”

Miguel tried to follow m/ns advice but even that wasn’t helping as Miguel squeezed his hand slightly as he kept his eyes moving around the room, reading the small posters featuring information on IVF and it’s almost beaconful message of;

‘We make families whole!’

Scoffing Miguel looked over to M/n who had his full attention on rubbing Miguel’s clenched hand, trying to sooth Miguel’s anxiety. Realizing he was hurting him Miguel eased his grip on his reassuring fiancé who leaned over in his chair placing a tame kiss upon Miguel’s quivering one.

His voice was like satin, soft and calming as he spoke with such confidence Miguel yearned to have such hope like M/n had.

“She’ll be here real soon hun, they are very busy today”

“I know but we’ve been waiting for an hour! Can they get this over with-“

“Hey now what did we talk about in the taxi hun?”

Miguel wanted to cop attitude but seeing the look M/n gave him Miguel sighed, taking a deep breath calming his already breaking heart at the news he knew they’d get once again. Breathing out Miguel pressed his head against M/n’s staring at their interwoven hands staring at the red diamond that sat set into the tungsten carbide band engraved with the couples most charashed phrase,

‘Mi única luz en la vida’

Words Miguel knew were far more truer now than ever before. His gaze soon fell to staring at m/n who smiled softly, even though he looked hopeful Miguel sensed he was just as much of a nervous wreck as he was.

“Try and stay hopeful-“

A small knock interrupted the couples thoughts as their doctor walked in, her holo pad along with her AI who processed the data came walking in. She was anything but a straight to the point, take not shot doctor. As she looked up her glasses caught the bright lights that had Miguel wearing his tinted sunglasses.

“Mr.O’Hara and Mr.L/N; I know you both what nothing more then to know the news-“

M/n smiled his voice loud and excited as he gave Miguel’s hand a slight squeeze as he spoke.

“Do we ever, it’s good news right doc?”

Miguel felt his fiancés hands shaking as they clasped over Miguel’s. Who now comforted M/n as his voice cracked some. Miguel clenched his teeth as tears began to gather.

“You both have been going through the highest levels of IVF, the most expensive treatments for infertility in men your age group and on top of that 5 separate appoints with no promising outcomes-“

‘Here it comes-‘

“Which is why I’m pleased to tell you both good news!”

Tears fell from Miguel’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his and M/n’s hands gripping earthers tightly as the news left the doctors lips, her smile widening as she call for her AI to pull up the photos of a artificial womb with a small fetus floating within a time counting down twirls the date their child would be ‘born’.

“You both will be proud dads of a healthy baby girl! Congratulations!”

M/n yelled out pulling Miguel into a tight embrace, tears streaming down both soon to dads faces. Miguel began crying as well as he gripped the back of M/n’s shirt as he sobbed in pure relief of happiness. Almost disbelief as they stared at the photo given to the two of the child’s ‘ultrasound’. Standing up M/n wrapped his arm around Miguel’s waist as he asked the doctor questions Miguel didn’t bother to pay attention to as he held the photo in his hands, seeing their baby, their own daughter! Alive and healthy, a clear bill of health.

“When will she be fully developed I know this kind of new technology is recently upgraded and such with nutrition and growth potential en-“

“She’ll be born and ready for the both of you to take her home in around 3 months as long as she stays on the growth patterns she’s been showcasing. Rest assured mr.m/l, ohara we’re ensuring this little princess will be well taking cared of and safe”

Both parents sighed at the news, Miguel looked over to M/n who looked about ready to start crying himself at the news. The news they’ve been waiting for so long; was coming true, they’ll be parents with a baby girl running around. A strong, healthy baby girl.

“Now then I’ll just be right outside filling out your paperwork make sure to talk to the front office for your own paperwork to fill out, her name, legal parents that sort of thing, nothing to serious”

Miguel still could barely believe it even as he looked back down at the ultrasound seeing the small fetus that would soon grow into a baby; Their baby, migue leaned his body weight against M/n who smiled tears filling his own eyes as he held his fiancé.

“Thank you Dr.Lee, I-I don’t know how to even word just how much this means to us.”

Dr.lee smiled, placing a hand upon the couple's still interwoven hand.

“No need to thank me for doing my job, and once again congratulations Mr.l/n, Mr. ohara”

The door closed behind the doctor giving the new parents time to process the news of their daughter. M/n squeezed Miguel’s body closer to his as the two stood looking at the small ultrasound of their daughter. M/n smiled as Miguel's lips crashed against his own in a raw emotional moment of tears of both fathers, as overjoyed tears streamed down their faces: as all the stress and heartache finally vanished after months of wanting and waiting for this same news.

“W-we’re having a baby”

M/n smiled down at Miguel pulling his body flushed against his chest his hands gripping him by his waist his fingers soon running up Miguel’s white long sleeve shirt messaging the tension in his back out. Littering Miguel’s tear stain face with peaks with sweet nothings.

“ we’re having a little Gabriella, you did it hun; shock im so happy right now!”

Miguel’s eyes brightened kissing M/n back with a new found exuberance at the realization of this being real. That this was happening, that they were starting a family together. With a daughter they both always wanted Miguel’s hands wrapped around m/n’s neck basking in the joy the two felt,

“I guess this is the part I admit you were right?”

Laughing m/n held Miguel’s face in his hands leaning close enough for their noses to touch.

“Nah, I mean sure it’s nice to be proven right but now all I care about is that our daughter is safe and healthy and taking you out to celebrate…maybe invite the family?”

Miguel laughed, nudging his nose against m/ns shaking his head.

“You just wanna show off Gabriella don’t you”

“And why shouldn’t I? After all she’s our daughter, our strong, healthy, beautiful baby”

~~~~~

M/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself during dinner; and how could he? With Miguel sitting beside him as he spoke to Gabriel who seemed more distant and out of it, Miguel tried not to get sidetracked with the hand that slowly moved its way farther up his thigh. But the more he tried to ignore the hand that rubbed up and down his thigh getting closer to his slowly stirring cock. Trying to calm his body’s reaction Miguel tried asking Gabriel how his own fiancé was doing with her pregnancy.

“Oh she’s fine…when she’s not obsessing over spiderman. After all he’s the protector of the people right?-aye mamá! ¿Para qué era eso!”

Gabriel winced as Conchata hit the back of his head with his palm as she finished drinking her drink. Setting the drink down she turned to Gabe who seemed to know he messed up poorly as she began talking in her authoritative voice that made even Miguel tense up as. M/n tore his eyes away from the uncomfortable situation of watching an adult being ridiculed by his own mother.

“that was for disrespecting the man who managed to keep downtown safe while your stupid fiance and her useless rebel group got in spider man's way most of the time!El hecho de que esa rata sin hogar te haya abierto las piernas no significa que empieces a faltarle el respeto al hombre que está ayudando a tu hermano a sacar el crimen de las calles.”

Miguel had to force his face to stay as blank as he could as he took a bite from his meal, staring at the two members of his family arguing. While trying his best to not buckle against M/n's hand that now cupped his covered cock in his hand.

Messaging the area with a straight face side eyeing Miguel with a look that had Miguel’s stomachs knot up with lust; his cock throbbed against M/n’s hand earning Miguel a smile from M/n as his attention turn back to his mother and brother who were in an argument that was gaining some attention from the other people eating; clearing his throat M/n smiled at the two as he spoke a lovable tone calmed the two in laws down as he spoke.

“What we wanted to tell you both is that well…Miguel did we grab the photos?”

Miguel took a sip of his drink, nodding clearing his throat as he reached into his pocket grabbing the two ultrasound of the IVF womb with their soon to be daughter inside looking in her seventh month. Miguel’s hands shook not from nervousness even though he knew his mother and brother would take it as such but that was far from the reason he was quivering as the hand messaging his slowly hardening cock rubbed and cupped around him firmer.

“Mamá, Gabriel y M/N y yo estamos teniendo un bebé.”

Miguel’s smile widened, handing his mom and baby brother their own ultrasound pictures of his and M/ns baby girl.Gabriel practically yanked the ultrasound out of Miguel’s hand only for his scowl to turn into a look of pure adoring as he looked at his niece, his face beaming at the small image.

Conchata grabbed a hold of the small photo looking at the ultrasound . The stoic scowl that seemed to always be stuck on her face vanished as she looked down at the photo running his hand over the polished image of the baby curled up covering its face.

“Do you know the gender yet?”

Her voice softened as she stared over at the couple who looked at one another for permission. Miguel smiled at his mom,

“She’s a girl, a strong, healthy girl”

“What are you naming her! Did you come up with names yet?”

Gabe shouted as he leaned over the table at the couple.

“Yeah we settled on Gabriella for her. It just fits her don’t you think”

M/n's hand lightened its messaging of Miguel’s covered cock, Miguel’s one hand gripping the hand in place wanting it to stay, to keep its teasing as it stroked the straining fabric against his now hardened cock.

“Sure does! Now I know how to embarrass her haha Gabriel and Gabriella! Genius M/n!”

“Actually man it was Miguel who chose the name. He seemed dead set on the name and who am I to tell him no”

M/n smirked, kissing Miguel on his cheek; Gabriel’s chest clenched seeing the happy couple. Seeing his older brother aka spiderman in a loving relationship while his own as being torn apart because of Spiderman!

Looking away Gabriel grabbed his drink, chugging the rest of the alcohol, getting an elbow in his ribs by his mom who corrected his manners.

“Don’t drink like that”

Resisting the urge to yell at his mom who now favored his more successful CEO brother. Instead Gabe apologizes for his hasty celebration. Congratulating the couple before standing up excusing himself for leaving early.

“Do you want us to pay for a taxi for you Gabe!-“

“No, I'm good! Congrats again miggy!”

Miguel sighed, placing his head into his hands rubbing his temple looking towards his mom, who was now standing up grabbing her jacket, rolling her eyes at Gabriel’s ‘childish behavior’ stating she had to get going. Saying she had an appointment with a friend.

As both of the couple watched as the two rushed out leaving M/n and Miguel alone at the table. M/n’s other hand guiding Miguel’s hurt expression to face him kissing his fiancé who’s family rushed out as fast as they came. M/n knew the family had a toxic streak but to just ditch a celebration of a new member of the family coming soon…m/n knew it cut Migue deep.

Leaning forward M/n pressed his lips against Miguel’s, being glad the couple chose a booth seat as not many people bothered to look at the couple.

The hand that messaged Miguel’s cock gripped his balls harder, fondling them the best they could with; making Miguel pant, trying to keep his face and noises down as they were still in a public space surrounded by intel’s other people.

“We’ll celebrate in our own way after all You're getting pretty horny now aren’t you hot stuff?”

Miguel’s other hand gripped around M/n's wrist for support as his hand began palming his cocks head through his jeans. It took all his will power to not throw his head back from the pleasure and teasing he never knew he missed getting from his other half; who’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his hot breath brushing against Miguel’s skin had his skin shiver with goosebumps all in anticipation…hinging on every word the man in front of him whispered.

“Wanna treat my baby’s daddy just right, gotta make him feel real appreciated”

Miguel let out a soft gasp moan as lips trailed down his jaw to his neck. Miguel couldn’t take much more, his cocks throbbing became painful, his legs were turning into jelly at the images runny through his dirty, horny mind.

Would his throat be fucked raw? On his back taking his lover's cock? Would he fuck him like an animal in heat, pull his hair, mark him. Miguel’s grip tightened around M/n's wrist while his free hands talons tore through the leather of the booths seats.

Feeling M/n smirk against his neck Miguel sighed leaning his head against m/n chest; embarrassed wasn’t the word he’d describe himself, there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came down to their lust for each other, PDA a sign for either of them to get home fast or there was no stopping them from indulging in their carnal desires for pleasure.

For many men Miguel’s size being the ‘bottom’ was embarrassing, to look too weak so fragile for any amount of touch to satisfy their needs. To Miguel it was pure bliss to let the walls down to let someone else take control to be in charge of his own pleasure. Someone like M/n who knew Miguel’s body inside and out, knew ways to make Miguel go limp at the near thought of getting fucked raw with carnal, primal lust and desire.

Feeling m/ns lips leave his neck Miguel clung to him jerking his hips slightly against the hot palm rubbing him through his pants. His focus was beginning to slip with each thrust of m/ns palm against the head of the aching cock. So much heat burning in his stomachs Miguel felt his control slipping even more as his fangs ached leaking bits of his own venom into his mouth mixing with his drool in ways that had his tongue buzzing with the bitter sweet taste.

“Por favor, te necesito tanto que duele el amor”

M/n's hand palming softened its unbearable teasing as he pulled Miguel’s head into his neck area as his voice shouted out to their waitress. Miguel’s large muscular body tenses at slight fear of being caught in the act had Miguel regain some sense through the cloud of heated lust.

“Excuse me, could you call up an auto taxi please? We both must have drank more than we thought.”

Miguel let out a strained moan at the sudden strong rubbing that started once more. His mind rendered into a fog of pleasure struggling to keep itself focused on the act of staying aware of the situation they were in. He could hardly even focus on what their waitress was saying.

“Oh of course sir I’ll go do that right away, was your automatic payment set up for when you leave?”

“Oh yeah it’s all set up, tell the cooks good job on the food yeah and here's a tip for the trouble.”

“Oh there’s no need but thank you so much sir, the taxi will be here soon!”

Miguel let out a groan of relief with the deparcher of the young waitress. Trying his best to play it off as him being ‘drunk’ that didn’t stop M/n from kissing down his jaw to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin near Miguel’s ear; sucking the skin leaving hickeys from his jaw down his neck. The grip Miguel’s talons had on the leather seat tightened even farther, tearing more of it in their wake of pleasure.

“joder a la mierda por favor necesito sentir tus manos a mi alrededor, I can’t take it anymore-“

“Mr.l/n your taxi is here!”

Miguel’s face tensed his eyes clenched shut, his lips swollen from his teeth biting down to keep the moans from pouring from them. But m/ns hand didn’t light up even as his sweetened voice. But Miguel knew the slight straining behind it as M/n's hand tugged Miguel’s shirt from his pants helping Miguel hide his rage ig boner as the two stood up.

M/n gathered most of their stuff, wrapping his hand around Miguel’s waist as he ‘helped’ Miguel walk outside to their taxi that waited for them, it became harder to walk from the anticipation of whatever was in store for him once they both got into the hover car.

Tossing their coats into the hover car M/n held the door open for miguel who only had one foot into the car before hands rubbing up his covered spine before lips kissed behind his ear, Miguel groaned when a hand gripped his straining cock firmly before letting Miguel go to get into the taxi.

The autopilot chimed on,

-“Please enter in destination requirements”-

M/n closed the doors hatch, without hesitation M/n swung his leg over Miguel’s legs straddling, his knees m/n’s face blocking much of Miguel’s view as he racked his hands all over Miguel’s muscular body.

Both adults eyes filled with lust for the other, Miguel’s body could help but shake as hands that weren’t his own started running up his thighs landing just shy of the raging cock that throbbed underneath the slowly staining fabric. Miguel barely had time to hit enter on the holo pad before the hands unbuttoned the jeans and took the pre-dripping cock out from the straining fabric.

No matter how hard Miguel tried he couldn’t hold back the unrestrained pornographic moan that escaped. He’s never felt this much lust in his life, it was almost suffocating as the hand started it unbearably slow pumping from head to base. It was as if with each stroke of the hand left Miguel more breathless than before,

Throwing his head back to the back stead’s headrest M/n's free hand took a handful of Miguel’s dark locks making him stare into e/c eyes. Miguel groaned, staring at the man he was marrying, having a kid with, and fell so deeply in love with it nearly hurt to feel him all around him.

Leaning forward M/n smirked, his voice heated, hot, and horny all for Miguel to make the man under him feel appreciated, worshiped, and valued. And that was exactly M/n planned to do, make Miguel’s walls come fully down to fuck him in ways that would make them both so exhausted the next morning they’d just stay in bed and bask in the afterglow of sex but the new found strength both parents had now for their daughter.

“¿Qué quiere papá que haga? What can I do to make him feel appreciated?”

Miguel’s mind was slipping, slipping into the pools of light headed lust. Pleasure building painfully slow in his guts, the weightless feeling of the hover taxi waiving past other hover cars only added to the feelings of his mind slipping into giving all power to the man over him.

All Miguel felt was appreciation from the man in front of him, sighing as lips trailed down his lips to his neck, the warmth wet trail left from his fiancés tongue left in its wake had Miguel craving for more of m/n.

“Ah, ¡joder! No sé”

-“please refrain from contaminating the back seat; if you proceed to do so you will be charged extra for any cleaning services that will be required”-

The automated voice sounded over the taxis inner speakers of the back seat. It sent an electric shock through Mighuels body as he made an attempt to fix himself, only for a hand to push his back against the plush seats of the Taxi. Soft swollen lips pushing against his own, M/n’s voice lustful, soft and jokingly tone all slipping through his voice as he spoke against Miguel’s slightly parted lips.

“You do know; you’ve known for months what you’ve wanted me to do to that body of yours; you just have to tell me how you want it daddy, this is all for you to feel appreciated”

M/n pulled Miguel by his shirt, closing the space between their lips in a heated kiss. Miguel moaned, letting his mind give in; opening the floodgates as Miguel’s hands ran their way up M/n hips grinding his hips up with each jerking motion the hand around his cock pumped. Pre leaking down the thick Vick onto the hand, lubing it up even more to pump faster.

The air around the lovers heated up, the smell of sex and sweat mixed together with their colones that only became stronger the more they sweated. Miguel’s mouth limply hang open his forehead resting against M/n’s chest watching his cock vanish and reappear as the hand twisted at the head making it leak even more pre, drool dripping from his mouth as he watched his cock get pumped with the hand; spit joint the pre in lubricating m/ns hand in jerking Miguel more efficiently.

“Remember Miggy we can’t make a mess”

Hooking a finger under Miguel’s chin M/n lifted his face to look at the existence of the state Miguel was in. What he saw had his own cock throb painfully at Miguel’s flushed face, his unfocused eyes, the drooling mouth that revealed his fangs that seemed like they were even losing control over their venom leaking out, Miguel’s messing hair clinging to his forehead. M/n smirked down at his blissed out minded fiancé who’s arms clung loosely on his hips.

“ w-want you inside, hmm ah”

Miguel moaned his head leaning against M/ns hand, his body was in a state of plearsureable numbness. The only thoughts going through his mind was the thought of M/n cock filling him up with is seed. In a primal part of his mindset miguel craved to be filled to the brim with M/ns kids.

“Want your cum…in me filling me”

“Oh? And why does daddy want my cum?hmm”

Twisting his hand harshly at the reddening tip of Miguel’s cock; m/n moaned watching Miguel’s body shake involuntarily with Miguel’s whines from the amount of pleasure.

Miguel couldn’t take anymore his cock,his stomachs, even his ass ached for his fiancés cock to fuck him raw and full with cum.

“I want more kids, want you t-o fill me with them ahh, carajo!”

Miguel stammered his request filled M/n with such primal desire to do just as his future husband asked. Fill him full of his cum, his kids, to get him pregnant; to give their baby girl Gabriella siblings right away.

It was a part of Miguel’s brain that had these instincts programmed into him from the desisted, it made Miguel feel nothing more than a needy animal but in a way it was part of Miguel that he couldn’t hate…not when it made sex feel so fucking good.

Yet Miguel wasn’t prepared for his pants to be yanked as far down as M/n could manage before he got sexually frustrated enough to the point he removed his hand from Miguel’s burning cock to O’Neal down in between Miguel’s legs yanking his stained jeans the rest of the way off.

Licking his lips as he stared at Miguel’s pre-covered cock to his twitching hole. Shoving his own fingers into his mouth not knowing just how deputed Miguel’s venom was;

“Don’t give me those sexy eyes, I’m not gonna risk getting paralyzed by that venom of yours again.”

Throwing his head back in frustration Miguel knew M/n was valid in his concerns last time they were lost in this kind of lust he was paralyzed for a good part of the day stuck with a raging boner.

Opening his eyes Miguel looked down at M/n who was sucking on his own fingers coating them in his spit, while his other hand grabbed ahold of Miguel’s thigh guilding it over his shoulder showing off the puckering ring of muscle that craved for him.

Feeling his face heating up to a point Miguel could only moan as fingers began their teasing taunts with each small push, a slight probe. Whines escaped Miguel’s lips as one of his hands gripped his own hair the other made its way to his beading pre cock. Only for the hand to get slapped away.

Shocked, Miguel looked down to M/n whose face was in between the two mounds of ass, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle, loosening the inside enough for a finger to shove it’s way all the way to his knuckle.

“Amor a la mierda por favor déjame eyacular”

Miguel’s struggling voice whines his free hand reaching down to M/n hair gripping his fingers into the soft messy h/c. Pulling m/ns head closer with each brush made on his prostate. The burning pleasurable sort of pain each time a finger was added along with the tongue that still eases the ring of muscle open.

Stretching Miguel’s ass farther, the heights of Miguel’s nearly climax was at its peak, the knot that formed altightened, heightening his senses even higher than before as blood rushed to his ears the corners of his eyes started to go white with pleasure.

All stopped once the autopilot spoke once more the voice alerting them of their nearly destination in a few moments. Causing the head between Miguel’s shaking thighs to retreat, along with the tongue that Miguel had gotten so used to the warmth of inside him.

Letting out a desperate breath Miguel looked down at M/n. Whose face was just as flushed as Miguel’s as he stared back, his fingered scissoring Miguel’s still tight hole open; preparing him just the way he wanted.

All while he stroked a hand against Miguel’s neglected cock that leaked far more the more teasing M/n did.

“Look at yourself you sexy beast, being scissored and stretched with one hand while being given the best handjob with the other and still you want me. Shock I love it when you let me take care of you baby, so sexy”

Miguel’s hands clasped M/n head weakly hinting at his desperate want for their lips to mean once more. Chuckling M/n continued his assault of his fiancés ass and cock. Their lips barely brushed against the other when the hover taxi sounded;

-“destination reached! Scanning; cleaning required your holo card will be charades as such for a cleaning crew, enjoy your day”-

M/n smirked down to Miguel’s exposed body, exposed to him and him only; Miguel’s muscles that were flexed made the shirt he worse tight and cling to parts of his body that had M/n drooling himself while racking his eyes down the masterpiece of the body before him.

Miguel’s cocked twitching with the lack of attention went for his ass as it tried to pull his fingers deeper. Latching onto Miguel’s soft spot on his neck resulting in slightly taloned hands to grip his shoulder breaking the skin slightly: the pain was worth more of those sweet, addictive moans being pulled from those plump lips.

“Shock Miguel keep doing that and I might let you fuck me instead”

Miguel’s groan tugging on M/n’s suit wanting him to be in the same amount of undress he was right now. Miguel wanted him inside, fucking him raw and primal to worship his body like he knew M/n would.

“cariño, please get me into the house and you can do whatever you want with me!”

His head rolled back as M/ns fingers retreated out from his ass, with a wet sound as they pulled fully out leave his hole twitching for something to clench, to suck deep within itself.An invention M/n would soon take

“When you put it like that how can I say no”

Miguel let out a shaking breath as hands brushed up his chest all the way down to the jeans that were still down at his ankles.

“Shock I can’t stop looking at you; fucking beautiful”

Lips ghosted down Miguel’s thighs, the trail of kisses were near unbearably sweet; it had him breathless all while M/n pulled his Jeans up, his boxers covering most of Miguel’s hyper sensitive cock.

The fabric now covering him up had Miguel panting as he resisted the urge to pull the clothes off his hyper sensitive cock. The fabric brushing against his slightly exposed head had Miguel squeezing his legs together as much as he could as the two made their way into their house.

A house that already held so many memories and would hold more. A clean organized house, with modern furniture decorating the interior of the modern home. The only messy part could be spotted in the kitchen which was getting cleaned already by LYLAs drones.

Miguel’s scenes were in overdrive; the smells of both men perforated the air of the house with their colognes, and now the smell of sweat, and sex that clung to the two. The smells are becoming stronger in their bedroom. A room that houses all the smells that had Miguel's instincts go wide.

It all had Miguel’s head spinning as he turned to M/n who smirked as he threw their suits onto the floor seeing the darkening lust that poured into Miguel’s eyes just before he pulled his other half on top of him.

M/n gasped as their bodies hit the plush bed; Miguel’s face was redder than m/n had ever seen it, his hair was messy sprawling over his face and bed. His fangs catching the dimmed lights as miguel spoke his voice thick with a need to be fucked, to be filled with cum.

“Love you; want more of you”

“Yeah?”

“¡Sí, por el amor de la mierda, por favor, que me jodan!”

M/n practically ripped Miguel's clothes off leaving the far more stronger man naked and bare underneath his body. Miguel’s broad figure relaxed moaning with each light touch M/n left on his skin. Any amount of lips that licked up the sweat that ran down Miguel’s anticipating body.

M/n loved seeing Miguel so lost in the ecstasy of it all. Watching him shiver,buckle, beg underneath him seeing him finally let go of all the stress and pressure that the last few months placed on him. Now he gave in, allowing himself to feel everything all at once.

M/n took his time stripping his own close off his body, giving the desperate Miguel underneath him something to enjoy with each curse word that poured from Miguel’s lips with each piece of clothing thrown elsewhere in the room.

Miguel, sexually frustrated made a move to pull M/n down to him but it only resulted in him being flipped into his stomach. Gasping as hands gripped his hips, pulling them flushed with a straining pair of pants that covered a raging cock under eight rubbing ever so slightly against Miguel’s prepped plum ass.

“Such an impatient daddy; maybe I should punish you-“

“No!”

“I guess you're right, this day is all about you, about making you feel really loved. Is that what you want for me to shove my cock inside this needy hole?”

Miguel’s talons released from his fingers gripping the thick blanket underneath the two, the unstable fibers of the blanket resisted the tearing from Miguel’s claws. Miguel looked over his broad shoulders seeing M/n tossing his pants off the bed along with his boxers leaving them both fully naked, a fact that had Miguel pushing his ass back against the cock that now rubbed its pre leaking head between the two mounds.

Miguel arched his back as the head teased his waiting, ache hole. The heat radiating from m/n legs and cock that pressed flushed with Miguel’s body had him moaning tears of joy ran down his face with the burning pleasure rippled through his ass up to his head.

As m/n started to slowly push the head of his cock inside Miguel. Hearing M/n’s low moans against his lower back, groaning about Miguel’s tightness that clenched around the head.

“Shock, miggy your ass is pulling me in so well”

Miguel moaned loudly at the praise, taking pure bliss of feeling so fucking full of M/n’s cock. Each each raised Miguel’s moans higher and higher, the addictive burn of his ass adjusting around the cock that fox in oh so perfectly had Miguel’s rolling his hips. M/n's hands grip on Miguel’s hips tightening as he holds back to give Miguel some time to breath only for Migue to buck his ass back slamming the rest of the cock into him.

“Fuck miguel! Ah”

“sí se siente tan lleno querido, más quiero todo lo que tienes"

Miguel managed to get his arms under him, his talons gripping tighter on their blankets; the glow from the fibers resisting the tears had the dim room glowing faintly as the illuminated the two pleasure lost men.

Miguel threw his head back moaning loudly as M:n hips gave in fully to Miguel’s demands. An iron grip on Miguel’s hips would bruise the next morning from the intensity of m/ns thrusts had Miguel voice breaking mid moans. In no time m/ns cock found Miguel’s prostate ramming into the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

Electrifying pleasure after pleasure had Miguel screaming as his vision began to turn nearly white as the pleasure blinded him. His knees began to lock up the feeling of the nearly inhuman speed his fiancés thrusted into his tight ass had Miguel railing for more.

Thrusting his own hips back against m/ns the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in their room the smell of sex and sweat became nearly as intoxicating as the pleasure. The nails in his hips trailed separating one wrapping itself around Miguel’s dripping reddening cock pumping the cock in time with his thrusts stimulating Miguel’s nerves even more. Miguel’s mouth hangs open saliva escaping his mouth that is now mixed with his venom making for a sweet but bitter taste to be a constant in his mouth.

Before Miguel had time to realize the other hand trailing threw his hair it was already to last as M/n pulled Miguel’s head back, both arms wrapped around Miguel’s body pulling the pleasure lost man to his own chest allowing lips and tongue to trail down Miguel’s neck leaving hickeys and bite marks in their wake.

Miguel’s moans turned into whimpers as the increased intensity of m/n thrusts became harder and faster the knot in Miguel’s stomachs was reaching its breaking point; Miguel’s cock was leaking an amount M/n's hand was covered in the pre.

“Ah, look down Miggy, fuck my cock is filling you good hun”

Miguel did as he was told with slight resistance from the still tight grip M/n's hands had in his hair. What he saw had Miguel nearly lose his instinct riddled mind as a bus able bulge could be seen with each harsh unforgiving thrusts.

“Go on, fill it, fill just how much I’m filling you baby; rub that cock filled stomach of yours for me.”

Miguel threw his head back as another dead-on hit to his prostate was made, his head resting against M/n shoulder. His hands trailed up to his stomachs moaning at each thrust had the bulge protruding from Miguel’s stomachs to rub against his hands.

M/n was right he was filling Miguel so good, so much filled him Miguel never wanted this to end the feeling the cocks head gave him with each thrust had Miguel’s brain want to believe it wasn’t a cock but his and M/n’s child growing inside of him. A baby bump; that a child was growing inside of Miguel.

“Shock M/n more ¡Lléname, cum dentro de mí por favor! quieres darle a Gabriella un hermano quiere a tus hijos, amor”

“Ah fuck keep t-talking like that and I’ll loose it hun”

“So close to, ah shock, shock please so close! W-anna feel you cum inside me!”

The knot that’s been building in both of the two lovers grew to its breaking point. The pain melded with the pleasure of the pressure build up had Miguel gripping M/n's ass keeping him in place the best he could while his screams of pleasure filled the room ; ropes of cum splattering all over the bed sheets and m/ns still pumping hands.

Wet skin slapping movements filled the air of the couples room; as a tear stained Miguel gasped for any amount of air he could get as his body shook only for a moan to rip be ripped out of him as his hand felt M/ns hips sputtering in a final harder thrust up into Miguel’s tightening hole; the bully Miguel felt twitching harshly against his prostate as his inside were flooded with m/ns hot seed. Made Miguel buckle his own hips into the air as yet another unexpected second orgasam hit him.

Grabbing hold of M/n's hair Miguel sighed, feeling his lover's lips soothing him. Soft lips trailing up Miguel’s neck to his jaw. His hand turning Miguel’s fucked out expression towards him peppering kisses all over Miguel’s face that scrunched up in discomfort as 5the now softened cock slipped from his cum dripping hole.

Leaving Miguel whining yet moaning at the soft attention he was receiving from M/n whose other hand rubbed what was left of Miguel’s cum on the now dirty blanket. Before stroking Miguel’s aching thighs and hips.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Miguel laughed, opening his eyes to stare at his worried fiancé who’s shoulder bore more damage compared to Miguel’s soon to be bruising hips.

“You're asking me? Last I checked I’m not bleeding anywhere”

“Yeah yeah smart ass, fuck I love you so much“

Interweaving his fingers through the h/c hair Miguel breathed in m/ns scent now mostly smelling of Miguel and sex Miguel relaxed basking in their afterglow.

“Yo también te amo, m/n”

Feeling m/n face pressed into Miguel’s neck Miguel relaxed as he continued to play with his lover's hair; feeling him speak against his neck a statement that had Miguel’s chest ache with just how much he loved his man holding him.

“And I love our daughter; I’ll protect both of you the best way I can I swear, I’ll keep you both safe no matter what”

“Now you’re stealing my lines”

A chuckle tickled Miguel’s sensitive neck as they both chuckled while caressing each other's bodies, messaging out the aching muscles.

“Sure am, we deserve a normal life don't you think, a nice long vacation”

“And just how long is this vacation lasting?-“

“The rest our lives; raising our beautiful baby”

The couple intertwined their hands M/n looking down at Miguel’s ring around his finger, the joy and light feeling of finally finding the family he’s spent all his life searching for was here. Had always been here in his arms for years and now another part of their family is one her way as well.

Pulling Miguel’s hand to his lips both Miguel and M/n kissed their ringed fingers, nudging ‘em their head together as they basked in the love they held for each other and their daughter.

Nothing would change that…ever.

Part 6 final

( damn this turned out very long and angsty and soft all at the same time! Hope y’all like it!)

#fanfic #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #male reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #oneshot #miguel ohara x reader #top reader #bottom miguel o'hara

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beepersteeper · 2 months

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Depravity -- Astarion x Tav smut

“I swear the only thing on my mind is depraved caral lust." Astarion raises his hand as if reciting an oath.

“I'll see if I'm free later.” Tav responds curtly and continues to walk along the path. Astarions face flexes in shock, his upper lip curling to the confusion she'll see?? He thinks to himself unsure if she's playing hard to get or is trying to let him down gently. He snaps himself out of the thought and hurries after her catching up with the group.

The day's adventure was tense, a few close calls that were narrowly avoided. As the sun set everyone came back to camp though, no worse for wear for what it's worth. Tav quickly climbed out of her armor and laid herself on a long rock heaving breaths into her lungs, not caring about getting cleaned up immediately, just happy to be alive and in one piece.

Astarion sits at his tent, trying to read a book, but not having success with Tav panting so close to him. He imagines her breathing raggedly under him only able to cry his name. I need to take a walk. He thinks to himself, feeling the pressure in his pants. He stands and puts his book away in his tent, allowing him a moment to hide his erection.

As he leaves his tent he notices that tav has sat up and is looking directly at him. Her face illuminated by the fire was enough for him to notice her wink and motion her head to the woods. His eyebrows raise surprised but his features quickly harden into seduction while he nods and begins to walk in the direction she noted.

They walk separately until they were out of sight. Once they were confident they wouldn't be seen, Tav walked slowly toward him. “So where are we going?" She asked.

“Follow me." He said, reaching his hand out for her to take. “I want to get further away from camp, wouldn't want the rest of camp to hear the dirty things I'm going to do to you." He almost growls. He can sense that she's blushing "as long as you're sure your schedule is clear.” He toys

“I wouldn't have come here if I wanted anything but." She takes his hand and is pulled into his body, becoming off balance at the force that he pulled her in with.

He catches her and wraps both of his arms around her torso, pressing her chest to his. Feeling her breathing quicken at his touch. Their eyes meet and there is nothing but desire shared in their stare. “Shall we?" His husky voice cuts through the silence.

Tav nods and tries to move from the embrace.

“I didn't hear that, lover.”

Her eyebrows knit in the center of her face for a moment before responding "yes~” she said with a hint of submission on her tongue.

"That's better." He coos and loosens his arms enough that they continue to walk with an arm wrapped around each other's waists. Without warning he stops and pulls her into him again, and kisses her. His hands find purchase in her hair and at the small of her back.

She deepens the kiss, letting her tongue explore his dangerous mouth. Small moans transferring between their lips. Her hands caressing and grabbing desperately his chest and open shirt.

His hand trails down from her back to the curve of her bum. It's like my hands were made for this he thinks to himself feeling how well his hand falls onto her ass.

She claws at the ends of his shirt practically begging to take the shirt off of him to see his perfectly toned body. He moves to leave just enough space for her to remove it. With both of his hands removed from her he does the same, removing her shirt and bra revealing her breasts. He hadn't noticed how big they were, she always wore a baggy shirt or plate armor. His sucks in a breath appreciating her perfect form before exhaling “I've been waiting for this all day" before returning his attention to her lips and slipping the tips of his fingers under the hem of her pants tracing the outline of her hip bones.

Her hands eagerly find the buttons on his pants and snaps them open without breaking their kiss. She slides the fabric down his thighs letting his fully erect dick escape and pumps her hand a few times across his length. He hisses at the freedom and his hips lean into her touch as he works his nimble fingers to untie her pants. They both frantically step out of the remainder of their clothes.

He was ready to lay both of their body's down when suddenly Tav was running her hands down his body trailing kisses along the way until she was kissing lines up the length of him. “Gods" he says on an inhale. “Fuck that's feels good."

She locks her eyes with his as she returns pumping her hand over his length, spitting on it adding lubrication to her movements. When his eyes close to enjoy the sensation she takes his tight balls into her mouth.

"That's it” he inhales again darting his eyes down to watch her expertly tend to every part of his sex. “I knew you were eager to have me."

She hums a response and raises her brows sending a shiver through his body

“Don't get too carried away my love. We have all night” he pulls himself from her mouth with a wet pop. He kneels on the ground gently pushing her down into the tall grass "I didn't think that you could be more beautiful, but seeing you, on your knees… tsk i think that's the best sight I've ever seen.” He kisses the inside of her thigh "it's just a shame I'm going to utterly ruin you tonight.”

She raises her knees allowing him total access to her body. And listening to the perfect words leaving his mouth. He presses a flat tongue on her asshole running it all the way through her heat stopping at her clit making fast hard circles, adding suction from his lips.

Tav presses her heels into the earth and raises her hips to grind into the pleasure he is giving her. Groans escape her throat into the open night air. He pushes two fingers into her causing her to moan louder grabbing handfuls of his silver hair pulling him further into her.

Wet grunts come from Astarions mouth as he devours her cunt, needing to hear her fall apart. He straddles her leg and kisses her deeply, sharing her taste with her, pressing circles onto her mound, randomly dipping into her core.

Tav starts to squirm reaching for him, digging nails into his back, feeling the scars that she had seen days before. Pausing hoping that she didn't ruin a moment.

“Don't stop." He all but commands intensifying his attention to her clit.

She digs her nails in to gain purchase as her climax rockets through her and she starts to scream and pant his name. Locking her thighs around his waist

He wraps his hand into her hair gripping tight enough to make her moan, but soft enough to let her enjoy it. He pulls her closer to him forcing his cock inside of her feeling the incredible slickness he has earned. Tenderly exploring every inch of her slowly at first making sure that she is okay with what's happening. He grabs her legs, kissing her ankles before putting them over his shoulders pushing himself further and further into her, earning loud desperate cries from her as she digs her fingers into the earth.

After feeling confident that she is properly prepared for him to amp up his efforts he grabs her ankles and throws them to the side flipping her onto her knees without removing himself.

She moans in approval arching her back, opening herself more for him. “Gods, YES, Astarion.” she moans his name the loudest.

He growls pushing all of himself into her grabbing her waist pushing her chest into the ground and not slowing down. Sounds of wet slapping fill the night air only muted by their moans.

She started chanting “yes” over and over rocking her hips into him her body begging him to make her cum.

"fuck” he moans a whisper feeling her tighten around him, her body preparing for her orgasm. "I know you're going to cum.” He states through his broken breaths." I want your cum darling.”

She rocks back another few times until she does it the last time, when he rocked forward meeting his hips with hers. She almost crumbled to the ground if not for his grip on her waist. She shudders and moans feeling her excitement escape her body through her core and flowing out from where their bodies meet. “don't stop!” She demands with a hiss.

He continues to fuck her through her orgasm until he feels her body go limp. He withdrawals his hard cock and rubbed it through her folds eliciting more moans from Tav.

She rolls herself over, first watching him running his cock through his fist then looking at his face. Astarion has his eyes closed, trying to cement a memory is a good sexual experience. Willing it to rewrite his past with sex. Wanting this to be all he's known of sex. Two people enthusiastic to share the intimate parts of themselves. His thoughts are interrupted by a soft force on his chest and a momentum pushing him to the ground. He opens his eyes to watch Tav crawling on top of him as he catches himself on his forearms.

She put her hand gently on his chest and pushed him back while his eyes were closed. He always calculates everything he does. She thinks to herself feeling the need to surprise him. She crawls on top of his beautiful body and leans down to kiss him. As their lips were about to touch she moved to kiss his neck and began to grind her wet cunt across his dick without taking him in yet. She listens to the chorus of his desperate moans. She rights herself and grinds faster.

Astarion puts his hands on either thigh guiding her across his length. He digs his nails into her warm flesh when she slips herself over the head of his dick. “Godsdamn it." He swears as she takes more of him each time she bounces on his lap. Lowering herself slowly, swallowing his entire length. His eyes roll back in his head letting her take control. Letting her please him. Letting himself be in this moment. Feeling his legs and body in the grass, his hands on her warm skin, the dampness at his core, the breeze blowing through his hair. But most of all feeling Tav's enthusiasm in her movements, knowing that she wanted to be here in the moment with him.

He feels a tension begin to build, he trains his eyes onto her face as he moans that he's close, “gods you're going to make me cum darling." He clutches onto her ass feeling her resolve strengthen

“Good." She growls and steadies herself with her hands at either side of his head, her hair hanging close to his face as she drives herself up and down his cock. “please cum for me!” She begs practically screaming her wish.

He pulls her body down on him as he feels his seed release into her.

She restarts Raising and lowering her hips slowly milking every drop of his spend into her. His body twitching with every shot of cum.

His softening cock slips from her while she lay on his chest in a heap, her limbs betraying her. They both shiver at the overwhelming sensation of movement on their sensitive nerves. They giggle together and cuddle for a while before getting redressed and walking back to camp separately, like they left.

#bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion smut

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northern-passage · 6 months

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is it weird/wrong of me to always play a lesbian character as a man? like no mater what if game i always try and be female, the man mc i just can fit into as a man myself. i dont think its anything to do with wanting to be a woman (but if i was reborn and able to chose how i looked and what gender i would be i would pick to be a woman) im just a bit confused becuse i have seen people say that im basiclly sexuallising lesbians and its very wrong of me to do that. im just lost becuse it dont want to sexualise that but i just feel more comfrotble being a woman in the game becuse it feels like im able to express myself more/be more emotinal, but if im a man ingame it jusr feels wrong of me to do any of that, like im not soppused to.

well... it doesn't really sound like you're sexualizing anyone. what you've described here doesn't really seem to have anything to do with sex in that way at all. it sounds like you just feel more comfortable playing as a woman and there's nothing wrong with that.

there are definitely some games that do write their male and female mcs differently & force them into a very strict gender role (ie man is always big, strong, stoic & masculine whereas woman is always small, dainty, emotional & feminine) and i can definitely understand that it can be uncomfortable being forced into that little box. as a butch lesbian myself i often don't like playing as a stereotypical "submissive feminine woman" & will sometimes choose to play as a man instead to avoid it.

there is absolutely nothing wrong with playing games or exploring characters that are different from you. in fact i think it's very important to learn about other people's experiences. my other game, blood choke, has a lesbian mc but i have no issue with other people playing it; in fact i encourage it!

and now, to be clear, i absolutely am just a random stranger on the internet and there is no way i can extrapolate anything about you and nor do i want to assume anything. but i really really urge you to maybe do some reflecting about why you may feel this way. maybe you are just uncomfortable with being confined to specific gender roles and that's absolutely fair on its own. we live in a patriarchal society that puts a lot of pressure on both women and men to be a certain way. you can express yourself and be emotional as a man, regardless of what society says, if that's what you want. and you can play games as a woman if that makes it easier for you to do that.

but you also just admitted to me that you feel more comfortable playing as a woman in self-insert games because you feel like you can better express yourself as a woman, and that if you had the chance, you would purposefully choose to be a woman in real life.

i feel like i have to let you know that you can actually be a woman in real life, right now, if that is what you really want instead.

at the end of the day i can't tell you what it is that you want nor can i really give you "permission" to do something. maybe none of this really applies to you at all-- again, i'm just a random person on the internet. i don't know you. but based on what you just told me i think it would be worth it for you to sit in these feelings and really think about them and what they may mean. maybe it means nothing. or.... maybe you learn something new about yourself.

either way, just know that what you're doing-- playing as a woman/lesbian-- is fine. especially if it is something that brings you comfort & allows you to express yourself in a way that you feel you normally can't.

much love to you anon 🫶

#ask #anonymous

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rising-volteccers · 8 months

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Heya! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fics! I wasn't sure how to show the submission so I decided to break it into images like this. Out of all the prompts, I decided to go with the first one! The premise is there but the plot certainly derailed so I hope it'll still be an enjoyable read!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Orla

Mild warning for descriptions of a character experiencing a panic attack and injuries.

Friede woke up to total darkness and a frantic voice uttering gibberish. He had no idea where he was or how he had ended up there. All he knew was he hurt all over, from the top of his head all the way to his toes–or he would, if not for the fact that one of his legs was absolutely throbbing.

Panic instinctively swelled within him but he swiftly showed it down with a heavy swallow. Panicking during an unknown situation often spelled disaster–or it already struck and he was now experiencing the aftermath. Right now, he bemoaned the slight memory loss, as if his working memory wasn’t already poor.

Friede tried to move his legs. It yielded mixed results. He could only move one leg while the other didn’t move–and it hurt, so much so that he gasped out loud.

“Friede!? Friede are you awake? Can you hear me?” That frantic voice had since lost the gibberish quality. It sounded familiar but he couldn’t put a finger on a face right now in account of the panic that resurfaced, speeding up his breathing.

He took back what he said about panic. It was good. Great even. It was such a perfect reaction right now that he couldn’t possibly not panic.

“Friede please, try to calm down!” the voice pleaded. Friede felt a hand probing his arm, trailing down from his shoulder till it found his clenched fists. He felt fingers slowly prying it open so he wasn’t digging crescent moons into his palm. The warm hand that slipped into his had an oddly calming effect, and he grasped back like his life depended on it.

“That’s it, you’re not alone. I’m here. Do you remember how Mollie taught you those breathing exercises? In for four, hold for seven and out for eight? Can you do that together with me?”

Well, seeing that he somehow found himself submerged deep in an ocean where the light didn’t shine and pressure was caving his ribs in, this voice was making quite the impossible request. Yet the part of his brain that didn’t fully dissolve into senseless panic felt like he should give it a shot, if only because the voice dripped with worry.

So Friede tried to follow the rhythm set by the voice. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. He coughed initially from getting a lungful of dust but he forced himself to continue on through ragged breaths. Against all odds, Friede eventually realized he wasn’t drowning on air. He still didn’t know where he was, only that he laid down on something hard with sharp bits digging into his spine, and that the voice belonged to someone he knew all too well.

“Orla…?” he gasped, eyes sliding shut once the panic receded, leaving behind a bone deep exhaustion that he didn’t need on top of the full body hurt.

“Yes, it’s me. Oh thank goodness you woke up…” Orla’s voice sounded watery. Friede wished he could see her expression but their surroundings still remained dark.

“Ugh,” came his very eloquent response. Friede hesitantly tried to move his arms. He knew that the one connected to the hand that Orla grasped was functioning but it relieved him that both responded to the command. With his free hand, he reached up and touched his aching head. Something warm and sticky met his fingertips, and his hair felt matted down.

Ah, that probably caused the memory loss.

Next, he tried to move his legs again. With more neurons connecting in his brain, he felt something heavy pressing down on his… right leg. He couldn’t move that leg, only feel them even if it was just a lot of pain.

Distantly he recalled that feeling something was better than nothing when it came to one’s limbs getting trapped in some shape or form. By no means was it a good something, but still something.

His cautious experimentation still made him gasp in pain. The hand that Orla held squeezed in response.

“Don’t move! Y-Your leg, I think it’s pinned down by one of the rocks and I’m not strong enough to move it without risking it–just I don’t want to make things worse for you.” Orla’s voice gained a frantic edge to it. Seeing that he somehow caused it, Friede squeezed her hand back. That made her fall silent.

“I won’t. Don’t worry.” Despite feeling a slight metallic taste in his mouth, the assurance came easily. “Gotta be honest, don’t remember much. Think I can plead a head injury this time so no getting on my case about it.”

Orla wheezed out a cross between a chuckle and a sigh. “Of course you’d joke around about that,” she murmured, giving his hand another squeeze. “We were tasked in finding materials to repair the ship with. We eventually found a cave, and I wanted to see if there were any nice stones to use. Then…” A soft, shuddery breath. “The ground started shaking. You said it wasn’t natural and we were heading back out when…”

She fell deathly silent after that. While her retelling didn’t loosen the cobwebs for him, Friede had enough facts to work on to deduce that they got caught in a cave-in. That explained the total darkness, musty scent and his trapped leg.

“Man, this is rough,” was the only response he could give right now. Friede had plenty of choice words to say about this situation that wasn’t family friendly. The only reason why he held his tongue was because he didn’t want to stress Orla out by his uncharacteristic cursing. “Then the reason why my leg’s pinned is…”

In the darkened silence, the soft sniffle might as well have been lightning with how quickly it struck Friede. Suddenly his pain felt insignificant. He wanted nothing more to assure Orla, to wipe the hot tears sliding down her cheeks. Small droplets hit his exposed cheek, and Friede saw the vague outline of her body hovering above his.

“Y-You… you pulled me back when the ceiling collapsed. You weren’t fast enough to get away and… I’m so sorry Friede. You got hurt because of me.”

Her quiet sobs tore his heart to pieces. It hurt more at that moment to hear the usually cheery, confident Orla cry. Friede hated hearing it back when they were kids and he spooked her by falling out of tree. That feeling never changed, and now he despised the fact that she cried because of him. Because he chose to protect her, as it would always be his choice to do so regardless of the situation.

“Hey Oreo, don’t cry,” he murmured, using an old childhood nickname. Friede gently freed his hand from Orla’s grasp, mimicking her prior action but in reverse by running his hand up the side of her arm till his hand gently cupped her cold cheek. By feeling alone, he gently brushed the wetness with his thumb.

“Don’t blame yourself for what happened. I chose to protect you. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“But…”

“Not buts, ifs or anything that’ll feed whatever nasty thoughts your brain is telling you.”

That drew out a short, watery chuckle. Her soft breath warmed his palm. “Isn’t that what I said to you once? Using my words against me now?”

“Yep, no regrets.” A brief pause, where he adopted a slightly more serious tone. “Trust me, I know it’s hard but I want you to not feel guilty about this. It’s my choice, I don’t regret it.”

Several beats of silence passed before she released a soft sigh. “I’ll consider it when we get out of here and you get treated. I tried my best but it’s hard to do much when I can barely see. All I really know is that your leg is trapped and you’ve got a head wound.”

“Yeah, I guessed as much. If it makes you feel better I still feel something. That something’s a boat load of pain, and I’m guessing adrenaline’s taking the worst of the edge of but it’s better than nothing.”

Vaguely he spotted light movement, likely shaking her head. “In a strange way, yeah it kind of does.” Another pause. “Just… hang tight, alright? I’m sure help’s coming soon enough. Metagross was waiting outside when the cave collapsed so knowing it, I’m sure it would alert everyone else.”

As if the universe took pity on them or decided that the timing was absurdly funny, gravel slowly shifted from the pile of rocks separating them from the opening. The pair held their breath, worried that it’d collapse inwards but instead, they heard faint voices.

“...iede? Orla? Are you in there?” Murdock’s voice sounded muffled but close. Real close.

“Murdock! Murdock we’re in here!” Orla shouted back. Friede felt hope surging within him at the prospect of getting rescued.

“Orla? Are you alright? Is Friede with you?” This time, Mollie’s voice came through.

“I’m doing alright but Friede… he’s hurt and trapped. We need help!”

“Alright, stay put. We’ll get you two out of there soon.” After that, Friede heard no more voices. Knowing that help finally arrived made Orla weak with relief. He heard her heaved out a deep sigh that shook around the edges.

“Guess I didn’t have to hang tight for long,” Friede quipped, trying his best to keep pain from seeping into his voice. It seemed that his body decided he no longer needed distraction so he was really feeling the effects of having one leg be trapped underneath rubble.

Orla’s hand found his again, this time holding it with both of hers. She gave it a brief but firm squeeze.

“We’re going to free you and get you treated. Just hang on a little longer.”

A shaky breath escaped his lips. “I’ll try.”

The first beam of light that filtered through from a hole that appeared was like watching the sunrise; instilling a whole lot of emotions within him. Slowly, the hole got larger as more of the rubble were carefully cleared away. Friede guessed that Orla’s Metagross was using its powerful psychic abilities to speed up the process.

Mollie didn’t waste time in squeezing through once the opening was big enough. She quickly reached their side, a sharp exhale the only indication of her surprise before she fell into her usual cool, professional demeanor.

“I’m going to need Metagross’s help in lifting this. What can you immediately tell me?” Mollie asked, gingerly inspecting his head wound.

“Head hurts. Leg hurts more,” was Friede’s straightforward response through gritted teeth.

Mollie nodded. She did some treatment that Friede slowly lost track off seeing that his attention laid solely in keeping himself calm from the steadily rising pain. At some point, Murdock had crouched by his side too. Guess that meant the rubble was cleared up enough that Metagross could now enter.

“Alright, have Metagross slowly lift this from his leg Orla,” Mollie instructed, then turned to him. “This is going to hurt.”

Like it’d hurt worse than what he was experiencing right now. Still, Friede severely underestimated the effects of having his leg finally be freed. The vague numbness that had been creeping up for the past however long disappeared. Sharp, stabbing pain rushed through his leg, moving up his entire body before stopping to do a drum roll right in the middle of his head.

A sharp hiss slipped out. Mollie started to say something but his vision was greying out and he thought it was Orla that squeezed his hand and–

The next time he regained consciousness, Friede found it to be much pleasant than before. A distant part of his brain pointed out the infirmary’s ceiling after some solid blinking. He took his sweet time to make some observations, namely that the pain was at a manageable level and that one of his legs felt like they were encased in concrete.

Oh, and that Orla was apparently asleep by his bedside, head resting atop folded arms. He spotted bandages covering her hands and what peeked out from the sleeves. His memory returned in startling clarity, which was a first for him.

Both of them were caught in a cave-in where he protected her from getting hurt but wound up getting one of his legs trapped. He carefully tested stuff out by wiggling his toes, mildly relieved that it responded to the command. The sigh that he exhaled must have been louder than expected or Orla wasn’t as deep asleep as he thought.

She shifted, eyes slowly fluttering open. When her gaze wandered to him, her eyes snapped open as she sat up with a, “Friede, you’re up!”

“Mmhm, just about,” he replied, managing a small smile. “Guess I passed out, huh?”

“Yeah. Not surprising considering…” Her eyes darted to his leg underneath the blanket covering his lower half. “Well, good news is that miraculously, it’s not broken. Bad news is that it’s still a fracture, so you’re going to have to take it easy for at least a month or two.”

Friede couldn’t help but groan out loud. He really wasn’t looking forward to using crutches to get around, not to mention he’d be unable to fly on Charizard throughout the healing process. Sensing what appeared to be bandages on his forehead, he asked, “Right, and what’s the damage to my face?”

“Probably a light scar but you can easily hide it with your bangs. All things considered, we honestly were lucky to get out of that with only a fractured leg as the worst of the injuries.”

He heaved out a deep sigh but no more complaints passed his lips. Friede knew Orla was correct. The fact that he received an injury he could recover from (albeit slowly) was leagues better than something permanent.

Friede quietly took her in after that. “What about you?”

“Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing as bad as yours.” Her light smile dropped, and Friede could almost hear the guilt running rampant in her mind.

“We’re out and I got treatment. Time for you to consider not to feel guilty about this.”

Orla briefly looked surprised, the she sighed, her lips lifting up slightly. “That easy to tell, huh?”

“How long have we known each other for?” Then he added in a quieter voice. “I know you as well as you know me. I don’t regret my action, Orla. I’ll always choose to protect you cause you’re precious to me.”

Silence briefly enveloped them. Orla eventually broke it with a whispered, “You’re precious to me too Friede. I was scared I’d lose you.”

He pulled off one of his confident smirks, which would have been more convincing if he wasn’t laid up on the infirmary bed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Orla.”

A soft exhale. “I suppose I’m not. You’re far too stubborn.”

“And you love me for it.”

Friede and Orla gazed at each other after that. Slowly their smiles grew softer, and Orla leaned down to softly press her lips against Friede’s.

“I do.”

#Pokemon Horizons #Anipoke #Pokeani #Professor Friede #Orla (Pokemon)#Braveasagishipping #Orliede #Hana writes stuff

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kisaraslover · 3 months

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How do you like to imagine the Millennium Arc would have go down has Takahashi not been been too sick to give Priest Seto and Kisara the story that they deserved? T.T

see, reason im not a writer but an artist is that i SUCK at writing probably. best i can do is analyze and ask the story reinforce its pressure points? like for Seto and Set as the reincarnating single soul the story has these recurring beats that act as bridges for his arc,

Brief happy childhood interrupted by tragedy

Followed by prodigal formative years rise to power UNDER an oppressive father figure

The years above resulting in The Iconic Seto Kaiba Personality, power obsessed, proud, self righteous, unbendable will, complete commitment to his status, cold, cruel, crass, uncaring, except for affection for exclusive people.

Death of the father figure

Set(o) in now unquestionable power position, Set having become a sad but fair ruler, Seto having been placed into the plot of DM for further tests of fates

Kisara is placed in the middle of this fated story in ancient Egypt, supposedly forever changing the fabric of his being by the very tangible and very powerful and FELT effect of her undying loyalty and submission always backing him up. with her established points of;

a life of oppression and exclusion because of something as inherent and simple as her looks (truly a test to the cruelty of mortals) (neatly drawing a line between her and Others, making her out to be otherworldly)

followed by her, presumably multiple times, losing control of her Ka and punishing said mortals when she herself is in mortal danger, to unknown extent, always outside her control or will, contrasting her from Set(o) who bends, if nothing else, his own self to his will relentlessly, Kisara is outside of her own control,

which would be followed by her confusion, guilt, anger, grief, regret, self-hate, unknown feelings around her Ka

the exception to how world treats her being Priest Set, even if with wrong intentions in the beginning, which in return catches her interest and takes away her breath

them being Forced by outside forces into a single unit, oppressive conditions taking the Priest right from where he stands, opposite of her, and placing him cleanly in front of her, protectively.

then, as the concluding beat for them both, now forever changed and linked by their connection, Kisara's uncontrollable power is placed under his control, and his unbendable, ruthless and cruel force of will, bends for her, established by the final "All I wanted was your light" not your power, not your death, you by my side, having been changed

We can more clearly see the picture. So far everything ive said is inferred from canon, but like ALL of it could stand to be reinforced by a writer that Cares about what happens to Kaiba or Kisara in the story. What could stand to be said again better, THE MOST would be their love connection, the last two points. As you see, im already plenty happy with the exposition of both characters it gives us believable grounds for "and in the end, hes forever the master of the power of a woman who he'd rather have by his side no power and its his single saving grace and its what she would choose to do in every life" the characters can believably fall into this conclusion.

the problem is HOW they fall into that. it was HURRIED. Kisara's dramatic personality and Set's dramatic personality, seen by the other, appreciated, FORCED into allyship and the growing affection of both sides. the plot could have been slowed down, if by nothing else then prolonging her prisoner status, giving them some alone time. things i would like explored like:

her thankfulness and his interest in her Ka morphing into genuine care. We needed to see his compassion and her loyalty grow. Could have so many moments....

theyre ALWAYS going to end in tragedy IN THAT LIFE so why not commit fully. he feels resentment his mother died the day he saved her. that same day is the shining most beautiful moment in kisaras life where a complete stranger showed her compassion. finding this out breaks his heart.

if she and him are, at the time of the story, two people whose fates are crossing or were they ALWAYS meant and created for each other: to explain, im curious if BEWD, whose power rivals gods, did have godly roots before becoming a Strictly worldly being made of 2 working parts, the mortal vessel and the Ka. Set and Seto both have blue eyes. doesnt seem like the work of a Ka.

is it sadder if they kiss or is it sadder if they dont. idk but im voting kiss

the themes of control and will and dominance and submission. HEAR ME OUT OK Kisara, let alone her life, even her own self and body is outside of her control, things outside of her control like her coloring make everyone elses reactions to her out of her control, spiralling and living a lost life, wandering and walking into the one man who is obsessively, relentlessly a Problem to fate itself by sheer force of will, who's single moment of gentleness towards her rewards both of them with her favor, therefore the dragons favor, therefore relative control of it for the first time, should have been shown and spelled out. she surrenders to him with such trust, which inspires good in him in return. its a breath of relief to both, her power out of her hands, finally listening to someone and him being gifted SUCH a loyalty from a woman, SUCH absolute surrender......jesus im getting lightheaded..

so in general as you can see 1-im not good at making up my own plot points and 2-the point of contention isnt how ancient mizushipping is handled, while it needed more time to cook, im p good at squeezing out of canon MANY interesting threads and implications, so the way its hurried is ultimately forgivable to me.

my problem is modern world writing around Seto, BEWD, Kisara. i think the writing was generally wack all around and especially callous to Kaiba, therefore resulting in inconsistent Kisara, basically erased for other than moments establishing his obsession w power and feeding his narcissistic characteristics which is so sad to me, as Kisara represents HIS melting and HIS softening and HIS light. the entire canon makes BEWD just his ally outside of some minor moments, which dont have lasting consequences.

and this ⬆ is all about Staying In Canon and how It Could Be Improved, with answers to Fuck Canon How To Make It Better? being infinite and very interesting.

#yugioh #ygo #seto kaiba #kisara #blueshipping #ask tag #i went ON and ON im sorry. all im good at is analysis!!!!! i ended up saying:#as hes said before: he got sick and cut it short.#the story needed not be cut short.#DAMN SHERLOCK REALLY??? yeah really....sorryy...

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most-canon-non-canon-ship-poll · 10 months

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that boy is GAY

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 2.5/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

Mileven is built with peer expectations, pressure, and heteronormativity at its core. It has steadily gotten worse over time as El and Mike have grown and both, in my opinion, realized that the relationship is not working but they still hold on to it because of the safety and familiarity it offers. That being said, it doesn't serve the main theme of the show nor does it add anything new or revolutionary to its genre (and we know the Duffers have been clear that Stranger Things is not Nostalgia jerk off bait or an homage, they take a lot of pride in it and wanted to create something new from something old, revolutionizing an existing piece of media). Mileven is, however, a poignant example of how homophobic people and people who are not comfortable, familiar, or accustomed to queer joy will immediately embrace it just for the sheer virtue of it being comprised of two good-looking, popular actors that are cis male and cis female. Aside from my personal belief that Byler is superior as a ship, I also think that Mike and El are the worst versions of themselves when they are together. They aren't honest with one another, they don't encourage each other's interests or try to understand each other better, and contrary to fanon belief, I don't even see a healthy foundation for a friendship there. This is due to the amount of force in their relationship - force from Mike to lie, avoid his friends, get snippy and short, hide away and tuck his emotions and personal interests deeeeeep down so he can be someone he is not (and just "grow up" because that is what he thinks he has to do now that he is getting older), force from El to try to be the perfect, happy, normal girlfriend. Heck, there has even been a ton of force from both of them not just to fill these conventional roles properly, but to say "I love you" which should NEVER need to be forced in a healthy relationship! Loving someone should be the easy part, that should be the thing you're excited to say when you feel it. So why is this such a problem between them? Mike cannot seem to climb this hill despite already blurting it in the heat of the moment when El was not in the room! (I do think this damage can be undone, but it will only get worse the longer they date.) I want Mike and El to have growth, self-acceptance, and ultimate happiness in the end - they will not and can not achieve this as a couple. Their relationship is so tightly woven in parallels to other failed couples or platonic pairings, and Mike's struggles with identity truly make no sense if he is just going to stay with El forever and have babies and live at the end of a culdesac (why all the contention with his own parents then? Why the tension between him and Will that just keeps growing and growing? Why all the queer imagery around his character and the tenderness he exhibits with Will? Why the built up frustration and frustration with Will? Why the DIRECT parallels between his interactions with El "You never say it/I say it" and Will - "I didn't say it/You didn't have to?"). They do not fulfill each other or love each other unconditionally, and I strongly feel that El is happier just enjoying the love of a family and unconditional friendship.

#propaganda #why [ship name] is shit #the (s)hit list #not a poll #anti milkvan #anti mileven #byler #kinda

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Hello so I am not the trans Ophelia anon but I also have trans Ophelia thoughts to share with the class!!

I’m picturing transfemme!Ophelia, in which Laertes and Polonius are… well meaning but very concerned with making sure Ophelia is taken by the court as a Proper Woman ™ who does Proper Woman Things ™, keeps her purity, etc etc. Like, they’re so concerned with making sure that she performs femininity on their terms, because they’re convinced they know better than her what she needs to do to be happy as a woman, and to be taken seriously as a woman. But to Ophelia it’s so stifling because she never gets to like… figure out who she wants to be, from the moment she came out to them it’s been all about how they think a woman should act. And then in her head there’s this whole undercurrent of… well, if she doesn’t act as a women the way they think she should, will they believe she’s a women at all? Will anyone else? Should she even try to figure things out herself if that risks her not being taken seriously?

Act I Scene III especially — Polonius saying “You do not understand yourself so clearly as it behoves my daughter and your honour”, and Ophelia almost right after saying “I do not know, my lord, what I should think”… ow ow ow, maybe she would know what to think if you let her figure it out rather than dictating her femininity for her!!

So her acting rather submissively throughout a lot of the play is her trying her best to be a woman the way her father and brother taught her, because that’s just how a woman should be, isn’t it? If she breaks up with Hamlet then that’s just what a good woman should do, isn’t it? Then when she goes mad she’s finally like — fuck it, that’s clearly not working, she’s going to act like however she wants, it’s not like Polonius can exactly tell her off for it now.

I think this also meshes very well with any version of trans Hamlet! Hamlet and Ophelia as each other’s confidants as they start on their respective Gender Things, before Ophelia starts falling under pressure from her family and not listening to Hamlet so much anymore.

So “God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another” is like… peak trans vibes obviously, but in the context Shakespeare probably meant of it being part of Hamlet’s critique of femininity that passage reads like… Hamlet is seeing Ophelia force herself into this really narrow, restrictive box of What Womanhood Should be that’s clearly making her suffer and he’s pushing back, he’s telling her that it won’t make her more of a woman and it isn’t going to save her. “Be thou chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calamity”… yeah. Especially in the context of transmasc!Hamlet who’s been there, done that with trying to conform to that version of femininity in his own way pre-transition and was absolutely miserable, or transfemme!Hamlet who is very much not interested in the version of womanhood Ophelia is trying to conform to and is… maybe a little wary of Ophelia trying to hold her to those standards as well.

Also transmasc!Laertes is an interesting combination with this take! Just the very complicated way that would add to their sibling dynamic. Both of them coming together for solidarity from their father and helping each other work things out, but also Laertes getting freedom in his transition in a way Ophelia just… doesn’t, whether that’s because of the respective directions they’re transitioning or because of something else about Polonius’ relationship with each of them. Laertes getting to leave home and discover himself and be told “above all, to thine own self be true” in the same conversation as Ophelia is told she doesn’t know herself… ow. We should totally just stab Polonius!

OH GOD AUGH ACK YEAH... like ophelia already has so many constraints on her behavior as a woman in the court but if she's a trans woman then there are just so many more places where she has to tread carefully to keep being seen as a Proper Woman... and ophelia trying to submit to this ideal of the Proper Woman in order to prove that she IS a woman, that she CAN perform womanhood "right," but of course trying to perform gender Right is a trap... AND IF HAMLET IS ALSO TRANS!!! IF HAMLET IS ALSO TRANS!!! IF HAMLET IS TRANS AND HAS A DIFFERENT AND PERHAPS MORE CONTENTIOUS RELATIONSHIP TO GENDERED EXPECTATIONS!!! SCREAMING PULLING MY HAIR OUT ETC. THE LAST PARAGRAPH EHRE TOO. HOOGH. ANON YOUR BRAIN ISFUCKING MASSIVE

#max.txt #asks #bottom bless thee thou art trans #hamlet #ophelia #laertes

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enquiringangel · 5 months

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Bitten by the Bat [Star/David]

[Title is a cheesy euphemism for menstruation. Which CW: this fic deals with. There is no smut though, just implications and me trying to tease out the less platonic aspects of whatever weird relationship Star has with David in the movie. Also on AO3.]

-x-

Being just half of anything is no way to live, but it’s with desperation that Star clings to the remnants of her humanity.

Even if all this brings her is pain.

“When you feed,” David tells her, because as far as he’s concerned it’s only a question of when, never if. “You’ll be free from this.”

They’re in Star’s bed, David lying against her back, the coolness of his skin radiating through the black layers of his clothes like the chill from an open refrigerator. He’s a person-shaped ice pack against the febrile warmth of her body, his gloved hand soothing on her aching stomach. Twin pains – one the scraped out feeling of the hunger, the other the grinding cramps of her body expelling what it doesn’t need. Both eased by the pressure of his palm where it rubs circles beneath the hem of her shirt.

“It’s not so bad,” she lies, eyes following the breezy, clacking motions of a mobile made of flotsam and human bones. Its skeletal fingers wave at her in the breeze. Star feels sore like she’s been kicked in the gut repeatedly, and her lower back and the inside of her thighs throb. She’s like a beached whale, bloated and oozing.

But the dryness in her throat and the pressure of sharp teeth threatening to surge through her gums…that’s worse. It’s getting harder and harder to control herself when she goes out. Harder to remember, when drunken idiots get in her face and make a pass at her, why she has to keep on fighting this.

(She never says anything to him, but David always knows if someone’s hassled her. And he always finds them. Always.)

He hums, skeptical. “Should’ve pegged you for a masochist.” His stubble scratches her jaw as he mouths along the curve of her ear, just a hint of sharp teeth scraping against the skin. Even though she knows now, all that those teeth are capable of, a pleasant shiver still runs through her at the touch. She doesn’t pull away when he inhales deeply and a low growl that sounds like it belongs to a jungle cat rumbles against her spine.

Of course, he can smell her bleeding. They all can. And it’s not like blood from a vein, hot and full of life, but it still smells unfortunately appetizing even to her own vampiric senses. To theirs...well. During her periods Star has a new appreciation for what it must feel like to be the other girls they meet; when she catches sight of four pairs of inhuman eyes tracking her every move through the cave, she feels like prey.

David’s hand slips lower, under the waistband of her skirt, tracing the jut of her hipbone. And then lower still towards where she is slick and aching…but not with desire.

Star tenses at the slow progress of his fingers and he pauses, worn leather resting against her. She twists over her shoulder to look at him with wide eyes, ready to tell him to stop because that’s disgusting and he can’t seriously want to—

“Star. It’s only a little blood,” David says, lips curling into the familiar shape of his smirk. She forgets sometimes, that he’s in her head as well as her veins. His free hand toys with the ends of her hair, sifting the curls through his fingers. “It might even make you feel better,” he offers, as if in concession to her delicate mortal feelings on the matter.

Star can draw him closer to her and forget about the hunger for a while. Or she can push him away, and he’ll leave her be. Just as with the completion of her transformation, David has no interest in her forced submission. Not if he can have her willing surrender.

David has never made her do anything she doesn’t want to, and that’s precisely her problem. The tired old story of a girl meeting the wrong boy and being led astray doesn’t hold up to scrutiny; there was a time she was only too happy to be led. Even now, Star can’t resent him completely . David only made her an offer.

She’s the one who drank.

Even now, knowing what he is—what she must become—she still doesn’t push him away. He’s all that she has now, him and the other boys.

Her every waking moment these days is made up of wanting. There is only so much she can deny herself, before she snaps and gives in.

Star rolls onto her back, trailing languorous fingers down David’s cheek. “It might,” she agrees. Lets her knees fall apart, teeth pressing into her lower lip hard enough that she tastes blood.

Above her, David’s grin is white and sharp.

#star x david the lost boys #star tlb #david tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

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eddiemvnsonsbabymama · 1 year

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¡Aquí Yo Mando!

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You knew that Eddie was experimental during sex; always willing to try something new and sticking to it when you both like it. So when you ask a teeny, tiny favor from him, he’s hesitant at first but does whatever for you. Little did he know that he would like it this much. Or (in simpler terms), Eddie Munson tries to be submissive for the first time in his life.

THIS BLOG INCLUDES: riding, eddie being a sub ™️, porn with plot, praising, whimpering (mainly from eddie), dom!reader, booby grabbing, hickeys, p in v, eating out, filthy smut like absolutely grimy. happy ending though!

BEFORE READING: sorry for the long hiatus lol im trying to get better at writing smut but yeah sorry

The first time you had sex with Eddie Munson was during the school hours of Hawkins High School, having a quickie in the back of his van during the lunch hours after he had noticed how agitated you were. Was it about your finals? SATs? Tests? Maybe his D&D campaign? Whatever it was, he would help take the pressure away and being the good boyfriend he was, he fucked you right in the back of his van. It was cramped, but just enough for you to stretch your legs out from underneath him as he relentlessly pounded into you and the van creaked with every animalistic thrust he did.

Since then, you both had found excuses to have sex almost everywhere: the kitchen counter, the shower, the public stalls in Hawkins Highs’ restrooms, anywhere. And during those times, he would always be on top of you, heavy breathing and groaning loudly while cursing profanities under his breath and his large hand would be pressed against your back.

You didn’t think about much of your guys’ sex life but sometimes, you just wanted to try something new and you were afraid that Eddie might not like what your idea was. Either way, it didn’t hurt to try and ask anyway. The worst case scenario is that he could just say no, yet you still feel your stomach twisting and churning as your car slowly crept up to the trailer park. It was nighttime, the nightly mist passing by silently and most of the trailer park residents were inside their little homes — if you can call it that. When your parents asked where you were going in such a late time, you merely told them that you were going over to a friends house for a sleepover and besides, why did they need to know?

You were 18, you could make your own decisions.

You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you parked your vehicle on the other side of the trailer since Eddie’s van had already taken the other side and you saw that his uncle wasn’t home. That was fine, you both knew that Wayne had to work long hours at the processing plant down further Hawkins. The engine turned off with the twist of your key and you stepped out to examine the trailer more.

Most of the lights were on, the light was blue-ish and translucent on the small porch but you jumped back when the screen door opened with such force that you thought it would break. “Hey!” Eddie greeted, the light casting over his facial features and made shadows. You couldn’t help but laugh at his over excitement as he rushed up (he didn’t run — more like he just jumped off the porch) to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

His chest clashed against yours, his face buried into your shoulder, your arms wrapped around his torso. The moment seemed sweet and you almost completely forgot why you were there — almost. “What’re you doing here? C’mon, let’s go inside.” He offered, nodding his head towards the swung open door and placed his large hand to your back as he led you to the porch.

You felt your nervousness bloom into your stomach like a flower as he opened the door for you and you walked inside his rather spacious trailer. Mugs were hung up on the walls or were hanging on the shelves which..yeah, you definitely found a little weird yet cute. One of them had text on it that read #1 Dad that you assumed was for Wayne. Your head whipped around when Eddie walked in, closing the door behind him and it doesn’t take you two that long to end up in the bedroom.

As soon as he walked in, you basically pounced on him by pulling him into a kiss and you both didn’t break that as your feet tangled with his whilst you were stumbling down the hallway. Clothes were beginning to tear off — first his black band shirt was discarded onto the floor of the hallways, next was your blouse which displayed your breasts and your knees hit the the back of his mattress which was stained — ew.

He reached up to unbutton your jeans, breathlessly and leaned up to kiss your neck. Your stomach swirled with excitement as you lifted your hips up when he tapped the sides of your thighs, gesturing you to help with your jeans and he gently sucked on the exposed flesh of your neck. It left a red marking before he began kissing down your body, his fingers hooking into your underwear as he peeled them off and he pressed a kiss above your belly button. He pulled your legs open, his eyes slightly widening at just the sight of you.

“You’re a good kisser.” You quickly said when he tried to ask about the slick collected within your entrance and he just stammered before finally giving up on his words. Eddie pushed his hair back before grabbing your legs to position them onto his shoulders and you swore that you died as soon as his lips wrapped around your clit. His tongue did small kitten licks, torturing you as he watched your face contorted into pleasure and he leaned his head down before sliding his tongue in between your slick folds. He leaned forward to press his nose into your clit and you swore that you felt your heart pop like a balloon because holy hell, he knew what he was doing.

You watched with bleary eyes as he basically tongue fucked you — his large hands were pressed against your inner thighs to keep your legs apart, his eyes closed as he ate you out, and the grotesque sounds of his tongue meeting your cunt repeatedly bounced off the walls of his bedroom. You knew how loud you were and you didn’t care because it felt so fucking good that you came…twice. “Eddie, Eddie.” You said, your mind a little hazy from his tongue and he looked up at you with his chin resting above your stomach.

You could see his lips were wet and dripping down his chin, his nose was wet too before he reached up and wiped it off with the back of his hand. “Yeah, babe?” Eddie asked, breathlessly and watched as you sat up. Now here was where the nervousness came in and it blossomed as he stood up, but the first thing you noticed was the dark patch within his jeans. “Can I…ride you?” You asked, feeling absolutely nervous as you played with your fingers and you just wished that you could do something to make the question less awkward.

“Sure.” He said with no hesitation which caught you off guard and he crawled forward onto the bed to pull you into a kiss. He quickly rolled onto his back and you felt your nervousness go away as you undid his belt and his hard length was practically poking out of blue-and-white checkered boxers. He watched with bated breath as your fingers tiptoed around his throbbing cock and you felt your breath caught within your throat. You’ve had sex before but you were always on the bottom and weren’t in charge until now so you did feel a little which Eddie immediately caught on.

“We..listen, we don’t have to do this, okay? I won’t get mad or anything.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

Immediately he shut his jaw and watched as you straddle his waist with his tip barely touching you. The feeling sent goosebumps through his waist and he winced in pleasure when you slam your hips onto his pelvis bone, the flesh of your ass hitting against his thighs and you gasp in surprise at the sensation. The cold air was hitting against your body, your nipples hardening as you tried to figure out what the hell do next.

You lean forward to place your hands onto his bony chest for stability and you close your eyes as you began to move your hips forward. The back of your thighs rubbed against the sides of his stomach, causing a delicious rub to occur between the two of you and your mouth dropped as you moaned breathily. But the thing that took you by surprise was the small whimpers..from Eddie Munson himself. His large hands greedily gripping at whatever skin that was visible until his hands reached your tits and he groped them.

“Oh, shit. You’re so hot.” He hissed, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock and you merely giggled as your hands withdrew from his chest. You tilt your head back in pleasure, your hair falling over your shoulder and you moaned softly as you slowly moved your hips forward. Eddie tried to speed up the process by moving his hips up but you placed your hands onto his lower stomach and pressed down harshly, causing him to whimper.

You lean forward to where your face to close to his and you look into his fucked out eyes that were half lidded. “Don’t. I’ll go at my own pace.” You said, watching his reaction to which he eagerly nodded and you lean back, keeping your hands on his lower stomach but your grip had lightened. At this point, you felt your orgasm slowly approach but you wanted to torture Eddie as long as you could while being greedy too. Honestly, you could do this for hours.

Your hips felt like they were burning as you picked up your pace, causing your moans to become louder and his breathing to become heavier. The neighbors could hear you from the thin walls of trailer, but you didn’t even care and you were trapped in your own little world full of pleasure. You couldn’t even face Eddie since your face was screwed up as your body jolted forward with every move your hips made and your chest began to rapidly rise and fall.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, I’m close.” Eddie said from underneath you, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips which moved rapidly so you could chase your own orgasm and he watched you in complete bliss. The sight alone almost made him cum too. Your moans were beginning to grow louder by every motion your hips made and you moaned shakily as your jaw dropped. The sound of your loud moans, your ass slapping against his thighs, and his whimpers/cursing swirled around the room like a sweet melody that you could listen to forever and never get bored of.

Your body shook as your orgasm came over you, your movements halting to stop and Eddie began to slowly move his hips up to last through your high. The way your pussy clenched around his cock made him cum instantly, watching as the slick gathered up around your folds slowly roll down the inside of your thighs and he groaned softly as he dropped his hips. The two of you stayed silent besides your heavy breathing and the soft springing of the fresh stained mattress.

He looked at you, face full of sweat, and laughed softly before holding up his hand for a high five which you exhaustedly returned. “I should let you go on top more often.” He joked, causing you to turn to him and you giggled softly.

“Maybe next time.”

A/N:

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season four #eddie munson x female reader #joseph quinn #eddiemvnsonsbabymama #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie x you

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lolablackwrites · 11 months

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MC Mixer #2--Alice x Bastien

Here is my submission for week 2 of @choicesmcmadness ‘s MC Mixer!

Hello, Trend readers! Check out this online exclusive sneak peek from our upcoming exclusive interview with the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria, Alice Ayers and Bastien Lykel.

—Ana de Luca

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Ana: As the newest duke and duchess of Cordonia, the two of you must have to attend a lot of parties.

Alice: I find them easier to stomach if I think of them as networking events.

Bastien: Which they are—from the outside it might look like just a party, but policies and international relations can be made or broken at these events. Alice in particular has been very adept at navigating these and strengthening Cordonia’s position on the world stage.

Ana: My other sources have said the same thing.

Alice: (laughing) You both give me too much credit. It has to do with my years of bartending and learning how to talk to just about anyone.

Ana: A skill I’m sure comes in handy, especially at events with an open bar…

Alice: I can neither confirm nor deny this…although I did once impress another member at court with my knowledge of top shelf whiskey.

Ana: I’d be remiss if I interviewed you for Trend and didn’t ask you about fashion—what are you wearing to these events?

Alice: If it were up to me, I’d exclusively wear jeans and my leather jacket. (Laughs). But in the best interest of Valtoria and Bertrand’s blood pressure, I’m very fortunate to have those with better fashion sense than me at my side—especially Hana.

Ana: Just to clarify, you mean Lady Hana Lee?

Alice: Of course. She’s an incredibly talented seamstress and the only reason I look even mildly presentable most of the time is because of her.

Ana: Lady Hana is quite talented—the photos of your wedding dress were stunning. Now, Bastien, I understand you had a hand in that?

Bastien: Only in that I recruited Hana to make Alice’s dress, I can’t take any credit for the final product.

Ana: And what about the fashion you wear to these events?

Bastien: I honestly wasn’t aware anyone was looking at me, seeing as I’m always standing next to her.

Alice swats his arm and smiles before taking his hand.

Alice: You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re particular about your suits and you always have them tailored so they fit you perfectly. Your style is timeless.

Ana: I have to agree—I’ve had a lot of men asking me about your suits.

Bastien: It’s like Alice said, it’s all about the tailoring.

Ana: Let’s talk a bit more about party prep—what do you do to get ready before any big event?

Bastien: Nothing too extensive, just a shower and shave. I can get away with a lot less than Alice.

Ana: It’s true, men get off easy. Alice, what about you?

Alice: It depends on the event, really. Sometimes I hire someone to do my hair and makeup so I’m sure things turn out right, other times I do it myself. Mostly my party prep includes psyching myself up to be “on” for the event. Despite how I might come across, I’m a homebody at heart.

Ana: As we know, you two are currently expecting your first child, so arranging for child care isn’t an issue quite yet.

Alice: (Laughs as she places a hand on her stomach). Not yet, for now this little one just goes with us. But that is something we’re going to have to consider sooner rather than later.

Bastien: Because of our obligations at court, we’re already starting that process now and reviewing applicants for a nanny.

Ana: I can only imagine what that process looks like, especially as King Liam as named your child as the royal heir.

Alice: Olivia is personally vetting each applicant.

Ana: Given the queen’s reputation as a Nevrakis, I can only imagine what that entails.

Alice: She’s…thorough. And a force to be reckoned with, which is why we love her, both as a friend and as the queen of Cordonia.

Ana: It’s true, our beloved queen is a powerhouse. Let’s circle back to your party prep—how do you usually get to your events?

Bastien: Given that we attend many events while being hosted here or at the homes of the other members of court, our travel usually includes walking downstairs. But when given the opportunity, I’ll drive us.

Alice: Bas restores vintage cars and I get to be the lucky one who is chauffeured around. Who wouldn’t love that?

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The full interview with the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria will run in our next print issue.

#mc mixer #getting ready #Alice Ayers #Bastien Lykel #The Royal Romance #Bastien Lykel x MC #Guarded Hearts #The Guarded Heir

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crazy-lazy-elder-sims · 5 months

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Rambling: talking about my extended family and how 2 of my cousins just got divorced from thier abusive husbands, just expressing my happiness since i dont have anywhere els to do so rn so ignore it lol

Tw: abuse, physical abuse while pregnant, mention of marriage for minors, disgusting abusive men and thier moms, so be warry if you decide to read on

Im So happy rn i could cry tears of joy the young women in my family are so strong 2 of them finally broke out from that disgusting social and traditional pressure from thier parents of forcibly staying married to abusive men 😭😭

They both are so young still in thier 30's too im So happy for them one who is 35 my cousin from my moms side divorced her alcoholic physically abusive ex who used to hit her when she was pregnant, she went back to living with her mom (the one who destroyed her life in the first place by sllowing this grabage man to court her daughter but stopped after her pregnant daughter was bloody bruised by that filth she is now just focused on helping her daughter raise her son)

The second is even better she (36) was married to this man for 20 years or so had 3 children with him while building the most successful career in the family for herself but then all of a sudden he demanded cthat she quite her job and be a stay at home mom , apparently his mom got to his head because she hates my cousin and somehow convinced him that he is upset that she works and doesn't spend enough time with him or the kids he tried to force her to leave her extremely high paying successful job for him but she got her things and left and filled for divorce,this one was extremely hard to watch unfold because her piece of shit mom (my father's sister) actually sided with the ex was calling everyone yelling about how horrible her daughter was and how he is in the right and got my dad involved to try to call her and tell her to yeild (i yelled and cussed at both of them to leave her alone and got in trouble but who cares) my good woman cut contact with my father and her family and honestly i think the entire family too and is now happily divorced and very successful while his toddler tantrum throwing ass went back to his mom who arranged a marriage for him with a 20 year old (he is 45) ... Loser behavior lol

These two women in our family are the first married women to break the cycle and while we don't talk i couldnt be more proud (unlike thier parents (my aunts on both sides) who know very well not to voice thier shit opinion infront of me because they would be talking to the first and only girl in the family to break out of the traditional mold of being submissive to my parents and extended family fight tooth and nail out of an arranged marriage TWICE when i was 16 and 20 against my own mother who wanted to ship me off to some old dude at a young age among the other atrocious shit she put me through , stay unmarried past my "prime" and not be depressed about it and continue to refuse any talks of marriage, cut contact with all extended family and is openly childless and non religious, i will bite thier head off and they know it)

#non sims #personal

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imagineteamfreewill · 2 years

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Spilt Soda Secrets

Title: Spilt Soda Secrets

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,686

Warnings: Some low self-esteem moments and a few curse words, mostly fluff

Square Filled: Personal Trainer!Dean

Summary: The reader gets invited to a barbecue by her trainer, Dean.

A/N: This is a submission for the 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo). Thanks for reading and supporting me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

You sat back in your seat, your hand still on the gearshift, and wondered if you should even bother turning off your car. Wouldn’t it be smarter to just go home? You’d probably misjudged Dean’s invitation anyway. The street was already packed with cars—he wouldn’t even notice that you didn’t come. Then again, you’d spent hours pouring over Pinterest, trying to find the perfect healthy recipe for the barbecue. Dean had said he’d take care of the food, but you didn’t want to be a bad guest, so you’d stressed yourself out for days over what to bring.

A knock on the window made you jump and Dean gave you a sheepish smile. “Sorry! You coming in?” he asked, his voice muffled by the glass and the music coming from behind the house.

Reluctantly, you nodded and hoped your nerves weren’t as obvious as you thought they were. You gathered up the bowl from the passenger seat and grabbed your phone, then carefully opened up the driver’s side door. Dean grabbed the handle from the outside and held it open for you.

“Thanks,” you said. Maybe if you didn’t talk a lot, he wouldn’t notice how nervous and out-of-place you felt.

Dean shrugged and closed the car door with one hand. He held a bag of ice with the other and he gestured towards the only house on the street that was teeming with people. Two stories tall with a double garage, it was clear that Dean’s business was doing just as well as it seemed to be. Even from across the street you could hear the music coming from the speakers and the dull roar of laughter and conversation.

“No problem. I just ran out to get ice and saw you sitting there. Thought we could walk in together,” he replied. “Safety in numbers and all that.”

You nodded and followed him across the street and onto the sidewalk, then up the driveway and around the side of the house. The gate stood open for you and Dean as you stepped onto the grass and made your way to the deck. A tall man with brown hair stood at the grill, looking down at the meat with a frown.

“You better not have messed up the burgers, Sammy!” Dean shouted over the music, and you jumped a little at the volume. Dean had a loud voice, but you’d never heard him truly shout, not even when he was pushing you to work harder at the gym.

The man at the grill turned and set the metal spatula down, looking surprisingly grateful for someone who’d just been yelled at. His face was pink with heat from the grill and the sun, but his smile held a different kind of warmth. Just looking at him made you feel just a little bit more at ease.

“I didn’t even touch them! I think they’re done, though. Who’s your friend?” he shouted back.

Dean didn’t even look back at you as he weaved through the crowd of people, leading you up the deck steps. “This is Y/N. She’s one of my clients.”

You forced a polite smile and tucked your phone underneath your arm so you could hold out a hand to shake, even as the other man briefly raised an eyebrow at Dean. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Sam, Dean’s brother,” he said. His grip on your hand was tight and his hand squished yours a little. Your smile started to crumble under the pressure when you finally pulled away. Sam and Dean exchanged a look and you shifted uncomfortably, moving to hold the bowl with both hands.

“Um, I brought a salad? It should probably go in the shade somewhere so the vegetables don’t get warm and mushy…” You glanced around the big backyard, looking for a food table somewhere. People crowded almost every inch of the grass, gathering around tables and lounging in camp chairs. A small group of kids splashed around in the pool while a smattering of teens sat on the edge with their feet in the water. That left the deck mostly free, but there was no food in sight. The only food-related items you could see were the long line of coolers pushed against the railing on the far side of the deck, each one labeled with a piece of duct tape to say what was inside.

That seemed to snap Dean out of the silent conversation he’d been having with his brother. Smiling, he put one hand on your elbow and guided you towards the sliding glass doors that led into the house.

“Side dishes are on the table inside, Y/N. Go find a space for the salad, I’ll come find you and try some after I’ve taken care of the ice and the burgers, okay?”

You nodded and walked inside without him, quietly approaching the table. The table was already laden with salads, trays of fruits and veggies, and packages of desserts, even though you’d arrived only a half hour after the start time Dean had given you. You hadn’t wanted to seem too eager.

A few women loitered around the kitchen area and one of them quickly caught your eye. She smiled warmly and set her drink down on the counter before crossing the room to greet you.

“Hi, I’m Charlie. You must be Y/N?” Surprised, you nodded. Your confusion must have been clear because her smile broadened and she laughed as she cleared a spot on the table for your bowl. “Dean and I throw this party every year, so I know everyone who’s invited. You’re the only person on the guest list I didn’t know already.”

“Oh. I hope it’s okay that I’m here…” You set the bowl down, a little unsure.

Charlie nodded enthusiastically and grabbed a plastic cup from the stack, then scribbled your name on the side with a nearby Sharpie. “Of course! Any friend of Dean’s is a friend of mine. He was really excited when you told him you’d come. Here,” she held the cup out for you and you took it, smiling hesitantly. “Get yourself something to drink and I can introduce you to a few people while Dean finishes up the burgers. No pressure, okay? Everyone here’s really nice. We weeded out the bad ones years ago.”

You let her point you towards the drinks spread out on the counter and you kept your head down low. Charlie seemed nice. Maybe by the end of the afternoon you wouldn’t feel so out-of-place. Clearly, everyone here knew each other, which meant you were the odd one out.

A frisbee hit the kitchen window off to your right and you were so lost in your worries that you jumped, dropping your cup. It hit the counter and then dropped to the floor, spilling soda all over you, the cabinets, and the tile. The women standing in the kitchen exclaimed, and in seconds you were being hustled into the bathroom with a towel while they mopped up the sticky mess.

Hesitantly, you closed the bathroom door and glanced around. The bathroom was small, with only a sink and a toilet, but it was practically pristine. Either Dean had a maid or his neat-freak tendencies didn’t just apply to his gym equipment. After a brief look around, you turned and stared at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t look rattled, which was a miracle in and of itself, but you definitely felt it. Your shirt was drenched down the front and it was already sticking to your skin. With a frown, you tried to dab the liquid out with the towel, but it was to no avail. The shirt you’d specifically picked out for the barbecue was definitely ruined, at least until you could get home and wash it. Until then, you’d just have to go around with a sticky, stained shirt and let everyone wonder how you could be such a klutz.

A knock on the bathroom door made you pause your cleanup and you opened it after a beat, even though the bathroom was small enough that you were standing right beside it. You didn’t want to seem too eager or on edge after what happened. People needed to think you were composed and poised, not crazy and stressed.

Dean stood in the hallway with another towel and something black clutched in his hand. He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering over the stain on your shirt.

“Are you okay?” he asked, finally meeting your eyes.

You nodded and forced a smile, grabbing the towel from where you’d draped it over the lip of the sink. You made sure to hold it in front of the damp part of your shirt. “Yep, I’m fine. I was just coming to get some burgers. I’m assuming they’re done?”

Dean nodded and held out a hand to stop you when you turned off the bathroom light and moved towards the hallway. “Charlie told me that one of the sodas exploded all over your shirt. I didn’t want you feeling uncomfortable, so I grabbed an extra shirt of mine if you want it. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” He hurried the last part out as if he was the one who should be embarrassed about the situation, not you. “I just thought I’d offer. It’ll fit you.”

Carefully avoiding his gaze, you took the second towel and the black thing—a t-shirt no doubt identical to the ones you’d seen him wear before and after he changed into his workout gear. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers, silently marveling at its softness and suppressing the urge to lift it to your nose for a sniff. It didn’t slip past you that Charlie had lied to save you from embarrassment. You’d have to thank her before you made your great escape.

“Thanks,” you murmured, finally glancing up at him with a smile slightly less forced than before. “I appreciate it. I’ll… I’ll get changed and meet you by the grill?”

Dean’s smile appeared, wide and radiant, and you felt your stomach flutter when he nodded and stepped back from the bathroom doorway. He lingered, holding your gaze until you finally looked away to shut the door, and he only started to leave when the door was almost closed. You stood in front of the sink in silence, listening to his footsteps fade as he headed back out onto the deck.

It took you a minute to process that Dean Winchester, your trainer and a regular in your daydreams, had just loaned you a shirt. You checked yourself over in the mirror again just to be sure that you hadn’t slipped in the soda and hit your head on the countertop. This was something out of one of your little fantasies. It couldn’t be real life.

Charlie’s voice outside the bathroom door startled you into action and you quickly ripped your shirt off and pulled Dean’s over your head. You only took a moment to revel in the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with laundry detergent before yanking the door open.

“Oh! I was just coming to see if you were okay,” Charlie said, dropping her hand back down to her side. “I almost just hit you in the face, sorry.”

You shook your head and smiled a little. “It’s okay.” You gathered up your shirt and the two damp towels. “Um, where should I put these?”

“I’ll take them.” Charlie had them out of your hands before you could protest. “You should go get something to eat.”

“I’m gonna take my shirt out to my car first. I don’t really want to carry it around,” you told her, laughing a little. She must’ve picked up on your nerves because Charlie gave you a warm smile and nodded, then led you back down the hallway to the kitchen. Just before you reached the end of the hall, you spoke up.

“Charlie?”

She hummed and looked back at you, stopping when she saw that you’d stopped. “Yeah?”

“You told Dean that the soda exploded, not that I spilled.”

Charlie nodded, a knowing look in her eye. “The room was pretty busy. It would be easy to miss a new bottle being put out from the fridge. Whoever took it out must’ve dropped it and gotten it all shaken up before you went to open it.”

“Thank you.”

She shrugged and her smile returned, and then she turned forward and began walking again. You parted ways when she went to join the other women talking by the sink.

Trying to be as subtle as possible, you slipped out the sliding door onto the deck and headed for the gate. You had made it to the edge of the house when Dean called out your name.

“Y/N! Hey, where are you going?” He jogged up behind you, stepping just slightly in your way so that you had to stop.

You crumpled the shirt in your hands a little more, frowning. “Just… taking my shirt out to my car,” you said.

Relief flooded his features, but it disappeared so quickly that you must’ve imagined it. “Good. I’d hate for you to leave before you got something to eat. Do you want me to save you a burger?” he asked.

You glanced over your shoulder. The crowd around the grill had grown exponentially since you’d passed on your way out of the house and after a moment, you nodded slightly.

Dean smiled, then stepped out of the way. “One burger, coming right up.”

You smiled back, a little nervous under his attention, and watched as he backed away and headed back in the direction of the house. As he turned the corner, you dashed to your car to drop off the shirt.

Your heart was pounding in your chest for more than one reason and you paused for a second after unceremoniously dumping the shirt on the passenger seat. Every part of you was screaming at you to take a chance and ask Dean out like you’d been wanting to ever since you’d laid eyes on him. He was single-handedly the kindest, most attractive man you’d ever met. You’d been working with him for several months now and not once had you felt unwelcome or unsafe in his gym and in his presence. He never made you feel bad about your body, even when you’d regressed or plateaued on the way to the goals he’d helped you set.

But Dean was the kind of guy that dated supermodels or fitness influencers. You’d stalked him on Instagram before going to his gym for the first time; his profile was littered with pictures of him and his skinny, toned, perfect friends working out and hanging out.

You were normal. You did your best to stay in shape and it was paying off—one by one you were checking your goals off the list—but Dean clearly considered you nothing more than a friend. After all, friends got invited to annual barbecues. Love interests got asked out on dates.

Once your heart had calmed a bit, you made your way back to the backyard. Dean was waiting for you just outside the sliding doors. He smiled wide when you turned the corner of the house and started up the steps to the deck.

“You’re lucky,” he said once you were within earshot. “I managed to get you the last one.”

You took the paper plate, frowning a little. “What are you going to eat if this is the last one?”

His smile dimmed at your lack of enthusiasm and he glanced through the open door. “There’s plenty of food. I can have some of the salad you brought. It looked good.”

“You don’t have to do that, Dean,” you mumbled, looking down at the burger. Even in the summer heat, you could feel the warmth from the food. Dean had even gotten you a bun, and he’d balanced a slice of plastic-wrapped cheese on the side of the plate. You had a vague memory of him on the treadmill beside yours, saying something about eating the processed cheese as a kid and how much he still liked eating it now.

Dean looked back at you, then placed a hand on your arm and guided you towards the edge of the deck, away from the other guests. You refused to make eye contact.

“Is everything okay? Did I say or do something to upset you? Did someone else?” he asked.

Slowly, you shook your head and took a deep breath. You forced a smile and lifted your face, hoping it looked genuine. “Sorry. No, everything’s fine. I probably just need to eat, that’s all.”

He searched your face for a second. The false happiness you’d pasted on quickly withered under his inspection and your smile faltered. There was a reason that people flocked to Dean’s business. Not only was he good at getting people in shape and then helping them stay there, but he was good with people. He could tell when something was bugging you, when you had great news that you were bursting to share, and when you needed a minute to collect yourself.

“Bullshit,” he huffed, and you looked down at your sandals again. “Y/N, if something happened, please let me know. I’ll— I’ll give you some space or try and talk to whoever it was that upset you. I want you to have a good time. It’s important to me and you deserve to have a good time, too.”

“Why does it matter so much if I have a good time?” you asked after a second. His confusion was clear even in his silence and you continued, “I’m just a client. Everyone else here is a friend or a family member. I can see why you’d care so much about them having fun and getting food, but me? I just… I don’t get it, Dean. It doesn’t make sense. It’s not like I’m paying you for this. This isn’t part of the gym contract.”

Dean’s expression softened and he signed, looking around the deck. The crowd had cleared out a little as people finished getting food and drinks. They’d scattered around the rest of the yard, gathering back around tables and setting their plates down in favor of playing the games that had been set up. The pool was empty, though the teens on the edge stayed put, now with sodas and waters in hand.

“Y/N… You’re more to me than just my client. I just… didn’t know how to approach it until now. I’ve never felt this way about one of my clients and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or put you in a vulnerable position. I definitely didn’t want to tell you how I felt while we were at the gym, so I thought maybe if we were someplace else a little more casual…”

Your mouth ran dry and you gawked at him. Dean Winchester had a crush on you? He had feelings for you? You had to be hallucinating. Maybe you’d gotten heat stroke.

“Y/N?”

You blinked. “Um, I’m sorry. You’re— You—” You stumbled over the words, not sure what to say.

Gently, Dean took your elbow and led you closer to the railing, where you lowered yourself onto one of the coolers. The plastic was hot underneath your thighs but you ignored it, focusing on Dean’s worried expression instead.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay,” he said. He looked down at his hands, jaw clenching. “Just please tell me. I won’t be offended if you find a new trainer, either.”

“Why would I want a new trainer?” you asked, dumbfounded.

He looked back up at you. “What?”

“I mean, I really like you. As a trainer. As a person, too!” you quickly added. “I like you in the same way you like me, I think.”

You watched for a moment after you spoke as Dean stood in silence, and then a slow smile spread across his face. The dam inside of you broke and you smiled back at him.

“Yeah?” he asked.

You nodded, laughing a little. “Yeah.”

“So all this time…?”

“We’ve been trying to hide our feelings from each other?” you finished, and this time it was Dean’s turn to nod. “It sounds like it.”

He laughed and warmth blossomed inside of your chest. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

“What?” You glanced around the backyard. “Why?”

“Because I want to take you out on a date and I honestly don’t think I can wait any longer,” Dean said. He took the paper plate from your hands and set it on top of another cooler, then held out his hand to help you up. You let him help you stand, still grinning.

“But Dean, all your friends are here!”

He shrugged and shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans. How the man was wearing jeans in the heat of summer, you didn’t know, but he pulled it off well.

“They won’t miss me. Sam and Charlie can hold down the fort and if anyone asks, I’ll tell them the truth: that I took my girl out for a date.”

The heat in your chest flooded to your cheeks, and you knew for a fact that it wasn’t the temperature outside that was making you this warm. You tucked your chin down, smiling bashfully.

“Your girl?” you asked. Is this what it felt like to fly? You might as well have been floating; you felt so light and your heart skipped a beat.

“If you want to be.”

Nodding, you linked your arms with Dean, now smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. “Take me on a date, Dean.”

His smile rivaled the sun as he led you back across the deck to his car. You were fairly certain no workout he’d ever assigned you had ever made your heart beat as fast as that damn smile did.

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