Bad but sad bitch
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Rafe Cameron comes to you with a idea, a stupid little idea. He wants you to date him, but not for real of course, no rafe cameron doesn’t do ‘real’ relationships. No, the only reason he wants to be involved with you is to get out trouble with his father
He needs a way out of getting shipped off to military school, and who else could make his father believe that he had settled and is staying out of trouble then his adorable little neighbour. Your a sweetheart and everyone knows it!
Your also a bit timid, so when he approached you with this idea, you say no immediately. What if your parents found out? and how would this even benefit you? But Rafe is very convincing and sweet talks you into it.
And when the weekend comes around you find yourself sitting in the cameron’s dining room, with his whole family gathered around the table, reintroducing yourself as his girlfriend and hoping they buy it.
do u guys have any requests for jj or rafe i lit have no thoughts rn 😭
I loved your SASCommander!König one shot. How do you think he’d react if a girl tried to film him for the “everybody knows I’m a good girl officer” trend?
"Ma'am, I'm here to save you from a bomb threat, not pose for videos...Scheisse, okay, I will join..." It's fun, to see this huge man so awkward. He tries to get himself smaller, so he could fit with you in the camera frame - while one of your friends helps you film the video. He has no fucking idea who Lana Del Rey is, and he is pretty sure he shouldn't know this at his day and age, but he obliges. You look pretty like this, your hips grazing his just for a second before you scoot to the side - and he wanted to stop you, grab your hand and press to you even more. Smiling as you'd laugh shyly. God, you'd look so freaking adorable. You tell him the meaning of the trend, music blasting as he waits for you to get the right filter on. Maybe your friend was helping, maybe you were fidgeting with your tiny tripod - he is patient, already knowing that he would ask for all of your social media accounts before. Technically, a man of his rank shouldn't be in some silly college girl tiktok trend, but he is willing to humor you as long as you'd continue to be as adorable as you are right now. Konig isn't used to pretty girls like you approaching him. Of course, some women were high on adrenaline after getting saved by a man of his stature, but it was never like this. Normal girls are not gushing about giant men in masks who have just assisted them in leaving a maybe-soon-to-blow-up building. Oh no, they usually were much more sane in their desires...then again, you didn't look like a normal girl. You even left him your number - much to his pleasure and the displeasure of his colleagues. Out of any possible, sane, age appropriate options for a girl like you, you just had to pick up their commander. He would'n really pose for the video, but he can move to follow your directions a bit and would even show off some skin, loosening up his gloves. Thankfully, you wouldn't have his face placed everywhere - but you already know that video is going to be extremely popular.
Miguel O’Hara
This is a part two to my first mafia!au Miguel fic, find it here
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Miguel pulled back, still looking smug at your heavy breathing and inability to stand still.
“goodnight sweetheart.” he says, before his usual expression is back on his face. He walks off down the hallway, as you only watch from the door.
you stand frozen for a moment, not sure what to make of the situation.
Eventually you make your way into your apartment, locking up and going to bed with the thought of him still on your mind.
Like he said, he shows up to your work. This time a little earlier and with a grin on his face.
“Your happy” you say to him, a smile playing on your face as you wipe down the counter.
he only nods, pulling out an envelope from his coat and placing it in front of you. “Got something for you.” he leans forward, pushing it closer to you.
You pick up the envelope curiously, inspecting it. “it wont hurt you muñeca.” he teases as you give him a look.
You open up the envelope and read the paper that was placed inside. It was..a job offer?
“Position opened up at my company.” he explains. “It’s an assistants job, nothin’ too difficult.”
He looks over at you expectantly. “well I..” you mumble, a bit unsure. “Promise you it’s better then here.” And he gets to keep an eye on you all day, but he wouldn’t tell you that.
You read over the contract slowly, eyes flicking between the words written down. “would i go for an interview soon or something?” you ask, looking back up to him.
He chuckles for a moment, finding something amusing. “You want it, the jobs yours.” he shrugs. “But..how i mean..they can’t possibly know if i’m qualified.”
“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he sighs. “Come in monday morning, 7 am.”
And with that he drives you home, wishing you goodnight an expecting to see you in a few days time.
Time passes unexpectedly quick, making you jittery and nervous as you walk down the cold concrete sidewalk.
the fall leaves grace the sidewalk and crunch beneath your new heels. The heels you had worn for this special day.
a excited smile is plastered across your features, as you open the door to the building.
you walk into the lobby, a red head woman sat at the front desk, typing away on her computer.
you walk up to her, placing the envelope he’d given you yesterday on the counter.
“Hello! i’m here for the uh..assistants job” you say with a small smile planted on your face. She looks at you then to the envelope.
She grabs it, inspecting the paper inside before giving a nod and lifting her eyes to meet yours.
“You can go on up hun, top floor.” he says plainly as she slides a key card over to you. you give her a nod and slip the card into your pocket.
You ride the elevator all the way up. The door dings and you step out, examining every inch of the room. you walk in a bit further, the waiting area seems empty.
suddenly a girl pops out, a cheery aura surrounding her. She gives you a smile and walks over.
she introduces herself as lyla and walks you through what you need to know about the job.
soon after she leaves you, so here you sit alone in the office waiting for the boss to show up.
the elevator dings and unexpectedly out steps Miguel, although your happy to see him he looks cold, colder then usual.
“Miguel!” you chirp up, standing and walking over to him. he only gives you a sjde glance before continuing to walk to the office door.
“Oh uh, Miguel i don’t know if you can go in there..the boss is out.” you say, trailing behind him.
he lets out a chuckle, though you don’t think there’s much humor behind it. He opens the door to the office, sliding a key card to unlock it.
He walks in the shuts the door behind him, leaving you a little confused at his actions and mood.
you slowly walk back to your desk, sitting yourself down and going through work when the memory of the first time you’d been in this office pops up.
the man who was bothering you, when Miguel walked in he called him..boss. God how could you not remember, it was so obvious.
how could a man like him not be the boss here, and he’d gotten you a job so quickly, of course.
The rest of the shift passes, leaving only half an hour left. You had only seen Miguel a few times, and each time was similar to the last.
he was almost silent, giving you only short worded answer to any of your questions. And the way he held himself seem different too.
It wasn’t like before, when he so kindly offered to drive you from work everyday. No, now he seemed arrogant, cold and completely uninterested.
You’d wondered if you had upset him, maybe said something wrong or annoyed him in some way.
You’d scrolled through emails and documents, endlessly doing work before something popped up that Miguel actually needed to be informed of.
You dreaded it. Especially since he seemed to be mad right now, or at least pissed off. Regardless, this was now your job.
you wondered if he’d be like this all the time, if working here was one big mistake. Yet you still walk to the large office doors that, file in hand as you prepare yourself to face him.
You knock curtly on the door, waiting for the standard ‘come in’ before entering.
you look around as you do so, plaques covering the shelves and walls. Along with some other more personal items.
“what is it..” he grumbles, not even looking up from his work. You step forward placing the file on his desk.
“They said it was urgent” You point to the small stack of papers that were neatly placed inside. You stand around for a few moments waiting for him to say something more.
“That all?” he asks, reaching for the documents and leaning back. You only nod.
you look down to him, hoping for the sweet man you knew yesterday to re appear.
“Miguel,” you say as he lets out a hum. “Have I..made you mad or something?” you ask cautiously.
“Y/N, i’m busy.” he waves you off not even looking up before going back to his work.
“i know but, i’m just a bit confu-“
“Y/n i said i’m busy, fuck off and bother someone else.” he says harshly slamming the pen he was holding down.
you nod timidly and stare for a moment, unsure what to do.
he says nothing after that, only ignoring you and going back to what he was doing as you awkwardly walk out.
after the uncomfortable shift you find yourself walking home, The dull street lamps barley lighting your path.
A gust of wind passes you by, making you shiver, pulling your light coat tighter. You really needed to get a car..
after walking for a while your apartment building finally comes into view.
you enter your apartment, swinging your coat on a nearby chair and going to your bedroom to put on more comfortable clothes.
After an hour or so of lounging around, reading books and watching tv you decide to turn in, feeling a bit concerned about miguels behaviour keels you up all night, and by the time morning comes you don’t feel or look so good.
You stare in the mirror, tired written all over your face. you move through your morning routine like a sloth and eventually make it out the door. Although his change of attitude threw you off, you still couldn’t afford to lose this job by being late.
The elevator door opens with a ding as you step onto the top floor, where Miguel’s office is located.
Lyla gives you a concerned look as you walk up to her, but says nothing. She hands you a small stack of papers and asks you to bring them too the boss.
you push open the doors and silently walk over to his desk, he looks at you for a quick second before doing a double take.
Your about to walk away as Miguel grabs onto your arm, a worried look written on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks, earning an eye roll from you. You mumble a quiet ‘mhm’ and try to walk away. To which he stands up.
he walks around the desk swiftly, standing directly in front of you. He reaches out to grab your hands with his own, but you move away quickly.
A disappointed look crosses his face but he leaves it and walks back to his desk, looking like a sad puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.
The day is coming to an end and Miguel’s patience has only gotten thinner, he’s snapping at everyone for anything he can think of.
you hear him barking orders at an assistant just as your packing up, sighing to yourself as you say goodbye to lyla and leave.
you arrived home an hour or so ago, lounging around and putting off making dinner.
that’s when your phone rings, you glance over and see miguel’s contact flash across the screen.
you honestly don’t really feel like talking to him, but he is your boss now so regardless you pick up.
the line is silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything. Then your hear a gruff voice.
“Y/n?” he says to which you stay silent “Y/n, say something please.” you groan internally before answering him.
“Hi miguel..” you say quietly as he sighs in relief. “do you need something?” you ask him.
“yeah i..” he pauses “i’m sorry muñeca, you know i never meant to treat you like that. That was..” he trails off as you cut his sentence short.
“why did you hire me? you had no reason too and you clearly don’t like me very much..” you mumble to the phone.
“what? sweetheart of course i like you, I’m..Im sorry, Somethin’ happened and m’no good at telling people i trust bout that sort of thing.”
you stay silent.
“please let me make it up to you, i’ll take you for dinner and we can talk bout it, how’s that’s sound huh?” he sighs “i want to spend more time with you and..and i for sure fucked up so please, let make it up.”
you smile a little at how persistent he is, and your sure he can hear it as you speak. “okay, fine” he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you sweetheart, i’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?” he clicks his tongue “And call me if ya need anything.”
you say yours goodbyes and hang up the phone
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this was in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to put it out so here you goo!
MASTERLIST
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Miguel O’Hara
SERIES
Part one
Part two
SHORT STORIES
Miguel x female anomaly reader (Smut warning)
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Simon “Ghost” Riley
SHORT STORIES
cold, Grumpy simon x reader (Smut warning)
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JJ Maybank
DRABBLES
Best friend JJ (smut warning)
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Rafe Cameron
DRABBLES
Fake dating Rafe Cameron
Credit to @saradika for the dividers!
jj and rafe may be polar opposites but i stand by the fact that they are both unreleased lana coded
Bestfrjendjj would go down on you, but just as friends
Bsfjj who cuddles you when the guy you went on a date with doesn’t call you back
Bsfjj who threatened the guy you went on a date with
Bsfjj who fucks you to help you forgot about any other guy
Bsfjj who’s always grabbing your waist and moving you himself when he needs to get past you
Bsfjj who calls you mama just out of habit
Bsfjj who says things like “you like that mama?” when he buys you something, but it secretly turns you on
Bsfjj who will drive you anywhere you need, as long as he gets a kiss as payment.
Bsfjj who would leave a party early for you if your drunk or even just too tired
Bsfjj who acts like your boyfriend and scares any guys off who tries to talk to you when he’s around
Bsfjj who does all this platonically of course.
strawberry sweet (nsfw)
based off of my idea of "big strong wrestler!miguel o'hara x a sweet lil fruit shake stand girl!reader who shyly offers him a refreshing lil drink 🥰 only for him to tug her into his trailer cus he's longing for something much sweeter aka you 😳"
A/N: i changed trailer to hotel because with the amount of fucking y'all partake in the poor trailer would collapse in on itself like the titanic submersible
tw: corruption kink, praise kink, slight humiliation kink, tummy bulge, size kink
Miguel needs something to take his stress out on, and he's damn sure it isn't the contender across from him, some sweaty bastard that he's about to beat the shit out of. In fact it's the opposite; of all the girls to catch his attention, it had to be the one that he's pretty sure would be terrified of him if he came up to her.
You were the petite little thing behind the counter at Smoothio, one of the stalls outside the arena, selling shakes and handing out cups for the past weekend.
Miguel thinks it must be the uniform, the pastel yellow shirt pushing your chest out just right and the brown skirt that tempted him with every step you took as you waddled over to the other stalls to ask for change money.
Miguel has always prided himself on having self-control but right now he's not sure he can still say that when all he's been thinking of since he saw you was how you'd stare up at him wide-eyed if he pinned you to the wall or how you'd gasp when he'd squeeze your cute little ass under that little skirt or how your eyes would glaze over with tears as he flips you over like you weighed nothing and finally thrusts his cock into your dripping, twitching, warm little-
Ding! The starting bell interrupts his thoughts. Miguel roars and claws his way forward. Usually he likes to drag it out a little and give the audience a little suspense, but right now he's impatient.
Within what feels like seconds the fight is over, with Miguel wiping sweat off his forehead with one hand and pinning the opponent down with the other. The crowd cheers— usually something he relishes in— but now it's just some annoying ringing in his ear as a referee throws a heavy championship belt over Miguel. He doesn't give a shit, not when he's eager for a much sweeter reward.
It's around 11pm when the fans and paparazzi finally fuck off.
Now it's just him and some of the other fighters waiting for their anti-cheating steroids, whatever test results, getting hotdogs and popcorn and all that shit from the stalls.
Miguel looks up from his phone when some guy walks over to your stall, conversing with you. Miguel has to restrain himself from murdering the weak little fucker when he sees the little frown on your face as he walks away.
He stands up and does what he's wanted to do this whole weekend- aside from fuck you dumb and drooly, that is- which is walk up to the tiny stall with neon yellow letters spelling out "Smoothio".
As he gets closer, he realizes your head is still down. Miguel is 110% ready to turn right back around and wipe the floor clean with that bastard until he realizes you're counting sales.
Miguel leans on the counter, eyes on you as you work, flipping through the sales notebook in one hand and tapping your fingers on the table like typing on an imaginary calculator. He tries to imagine what your shaky hands would feel like as they pressed against his chest while he pounded into you-
"S-Sir?"
Miguel looks up and meets your nervous gaze. His smirk betrays the way his heart stops as he stares into your pretty eyes.
"Hi, cutie," he grins. "That guy givin' you trouble?"
Your breath stutters as your eyes avert and your stare focuses on your hands.
"No- not at all, Mister O'Hara."
Fuck. Mister O'Hara sounds so professional, but the image of you that he's conjured up in his head is nothing but.
"Really?" he probes, raising an eyebrow. "Cause if he is I don't mind getting my hands dirty again-"
"No!" you yelp, and when he chuckles you mumble a sorry and look down again. "No, I mean really. He wasn't. But thank you. And... congratulations on your win, Sir."
Miguel laughs, brushing his hair back and looking you up and down now that he's closer to you than ever. He juts his chin at the menu. "No need to call me Sir, baby. What's your bestseller?"
Your nervous smile drops as your face pales. "Uh... uhm... I'm sorry, but we're almost completely out of stock."
Poor little thing saying sorry for something that's not under her control. Miguel laughs softly and shakes his head. "No problem, hermosa. I'll take whatever you give me~"
"The only flavor we got left is... strawberry. I'm really sorry, Sir."
Strawberry.
"Just my luck," he smiles. "Strawberry happens to be my favorite flavor."
You smile back and he doesn't know if he wants to bend you over or boop your cute little nose.
"Strawberry it is." You take out a cup and marker and tick some boxes on the cup. "One strawberry swirl for Mister O'Hara."
He can't resist the urge to lean closer, brushing some stray hair away from your face and curling a finger under your chin.
"You can call me Miguel, cariño," he whispers. "You have very pretty eyes, you know that?"
"I- I- Sir-"
Miguel backs away, crossing his arms over his gray compression shirt and looking you up and down. "Cute," he bites his lip, a grin sneaking onto his face as you stare up at him wide-eyed, before snapping out of your trance and preparing his drink, eyes flickering up at him and back down when you see him still staring.
"Here," you hold the cup out to him, and he licks his lips, whispering a thank you, hermosa~ that has your face burning up.
Miguel takes a sip, humming lowly in appreciation.
"Best shake I've ever had," he grins. "But you know what other sweet thing I really want tonight~?"
You shake your head, and Miguel laughs, walking around the counter and finally, finally placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"You, pretty girl~" he teases.
"M-me?" you mumble out, completely clueless of the lust you ignite deep within him.
"You have no idea what you do to me... make me lose control, make me feel like I'll go insane if I don't get to taste you right now..."
"M-Miguel..." you place your trembling hands over his, not really sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.
He senses your hesitation, his gaze softening as his hands take yours.
"You're beautiful," he whispers. "I haven't looked at anyone else here since the moment I saw you."
He rubs a thumb over your wrist, mustering up the tiniest smile that makes him look so harmless to you, you nearly giggle out loud.
"Hmm?" Miguel tilts his head as he bites back a grin, resting both of his hands down on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. "What's so funny, cariño?"
He leans in real close, eyes darting down to your lips and back up at your eyes. "I'm dying to touch you and you're laughing? Do you have any idea how much I wanna eat you up right right now?"
"S-Sir..."
Your breath stutters as he dares to drag his hand slowly up your thigh, and you whimper, turning your head to the side and hiding your pretty face from his view.
Miguel's other hand takes your cheek and turns your face back to him. You're caught off-guard when his lips brush over your ear, whispering so darkly it makes you shiver in his hold.
He's pushed your skirt up and you know he can feel through your underwear that you're just as needy as he is.
"Tell me you don't want this," he growls into your ear, his hand grazing over your panties. "I can't fucking hold back, cariño, I'll fuck you so good but I can't promise I'll be gentle. You'll be feeling me inside you for the rest of the week- fuck- I'll make sure you can't walk and when you do, my cum will be dripping out of you from how much I fucked you. Tell me to stop."
Miguel has never been this desperate. He's usually the one girls drool all over, but now he's the one that can't think straight at the thought of never getting a taste of your sweetness.
"Not here..." you whisper. Miguel turns his head to look at you, but you've shied away from his gaze.
"There's still a bunch of people..." you continue, and he laughs, his lighthearted chuckle betraying the way his cock is already stiff in his pants.
"I wouldn't mind giving them a show, but whatever you say, hermosa~"
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Miguel thanks whatever's in the fucking sky for the hotel being right next to the arena.
It's all a blur for him as he pins you against the elevator wall, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline as you become putty in his arms, pretty little whines of his name echoing in the elevator as it takes you to the 57th floor. The doors slide open and Miguel lifts you up onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making you squeal when he swats your ass as he taps the keycard against the lock, setting you down on the bed and crawling over you, leaving you trapped under his body.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he groans, pushing your shirt just above your breast and kissing your neck while he reaches around you to undo your bra.
You whimper, covering your face, but he takes your wrists and pins them above your head.
"Miguel..."
"So sexy, 'specially when you're so shy for me, hermosa~" he growls, tracing his tongue over your nipples and making you whine and squirm. It's getting harder for him to resist the way your hips are bucking up into his crotch.
Miguel looks up and grins when he sees you so restless. "I want you so bad, cutie, you have no fucking idea..."
He takes your hand and places it over his clothed bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad~”
In a flash, Miguel has you flipped you over on your hands and knees, pressing his palm down on your back to push you down on the sheets. Shivers run up and down your back as he pushes your thighs apart with his body, exposing your cute little pussy, gleaming in arousal because of him, and you hear him curse quietly in Spanish.
"Shit, you look delicious, baby~" he whispers, taking off his pants. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Miguel sinks all the way in on the first try, making you squish your face into a pillow and whimper out his name, overwhelmed by the size of his cock in your cunt.
He grunts and clenches his fist, relishing in your tightness as your pussy twitches around him.
“Fuck,” he growls, forcing his weight down on you, his chest against your back as he starts moving his hips, eliciting little noises of pleasure from you. “Tell me how good it feels, bebita~“
He grins when you can’t, you just can’t string any words together because he’s fucking you that good. But he likes it that way, and laughs cruelly when you whimper and whine with every relentless, rough thrust of his cock into your pussy.
“Mig- Miguel- ahh… Oh God-!”
Slap!
You squeal when his hand comes down on your ass, and squirm under him helplessly. That just makes it worse because your little cunt clenches down on him even harder.
“No, no, where are you going, cutie?” Miguel teases, pulling you back under him and going faster, harder, his thick cock ramming in and out of you, all coherent thought dripping out of you like the juices trickling down your quivering thighs.
“Pretty little hole sucking me in, it’s like you don’t want me to leave~” he whispers, cooing and laughing softly when you try to say his name.
“S-slow down-” you mumble, but Miguel chuckles and pulls out, flipping you over on your back and sinking in, burying himself to the hilt before staring up at you, making your pussy twitch around his huge cock.
“Why would I?” he teases. “You’re feeling so good, aren’t you?” he kisses the tip of your nose, making you clench down on him, and he groans, eyes darting down where his cock is snug in your warm little cunt.
He leans in to kiss your neck while his hand roams over your stomach, forcing himself to stay still and not rut into you like a feral animal. Miguel feels a little bump just above your crotch and presses down on it, making you gasp and look up at him with wide glazy eyes.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “Can you feel just how f-fucking deep I am in you, cariño?” He presses down and starts moving, making you squeal and pull him closer.
“Yeah- fuck- keep squirming for me, gatita, you’re so fucking cute it hurts…” He growls. You whimper, turning your head to the side, but he turns you to face him, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue in, making you moan even louder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you.
Miguel grunts when you clench down harder and faster, and spreads your legs further apart so he can go rougher. “Yeah? You close, bebita? I can feel you squeezing down on me. Don’t hold back, baby, I know you want to come- come on, fuck, come for me, cutie- make me feel good gatita-”
You gasp, eyes glazing over as your thighs tremble, creaming all over his cock as you whimper into his mouth, shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.
Miguel holds off a little longer- just so he can savor the feeling of your orgasm, before he pins your wrists to your sides, groaning when he comes inside you, battering your sensitive little hole with all his cum.
He watches as you whine and try to close your legs, laughing and peppering kisses all over your face, and pressing his lips to the hickeys on your neck and breasts.
“Shit, that was so much better than I imagined~” Miguel whispered. “Did you like it, baby~?”
You giggled as his tongue traced your nipple and nodded, smiling down at him.
Fuck, he doesn’t know how you make his cock hard one moment and his heart flutter the next.
Miguel kisses you again before he makes his way down between your legs.
“W-wait-” you stammer, looking down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”
Miguel grins. “Making sure you come so fucking hard you’ll never be able to leave me, bebita~” he whispers, before he presses a kiss to your dripping cunt, filled with both your cum and his.
“I did say I wanted to taste something real sweet didn’t I?~”
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more a/n: if u want a part 2 with this idea get this to 3k notes :)) thank you for the support, whether it may be a like, a reblog, or a keyboard smash <3
edit: WHORES. sequel is up here ily all
idk what to write if u guys have an ideas lmk!!
i also kinda wanna write for outer banks
how to take anti depressants without feeling guilty about taking anti depressants no borax slime
Miguel O’Hara
This is a part two to my first mafia!au Miguel fic, find it here
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Miguel pulled back, still looking smug at your heavy breathing and inability to stand still.
“goodnight sweetheart.” he says, before his usual expression is back on his face. He walks off down the hallway, as you only watch from the door.
you stand frozen for a moment, not sure what to make of the situation.
Eventually you make your way into your apartment, locking up and going to bed with the thought of him still on your mind.
Like he said, he shows up to your work. This time a little earlier and with a grin on his face.
“Your happy” you say to him, a smile playing on your face as you wipe down the counter.
he only nods, pulling out an envelope from his coat and placing it in front of you. “Got something for you.” he leans forward, pushing it closer to you.
You pick up the envelope curiously, inspecting it. “it wont hurt you muñeca.” he teases as you give him a look.
You open up the envelope and read the paper that was placed inside. It was..a job offer?
“Position opened up at my company.” he explains. “It’s an assistants job, nothin’ too difficult.”
He looks over at you expectantly. “well I..” you mumble, a bit unsure. “Promise you it’s better then here.” And he gets to keep an eye on you all day, but he wouldn’t tell you that.
You read over the contract slowly, eyes flicking between the words written down. “would i go for an interview soon or something?” you ask, looking back up to him.
He chuckles for a moment, finding something amusing. “You want it, the jobs yours.” he shrugs. “But..how i mean..they can’t possibly know if i’m qualified.”
“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he sighs. “Come in monday morning, 7 am.”
And with that he drives you home, wishing you goodnight an expecting to see you in a few days time.
Time passes unexpectedly quick, making you jittery and nervous as you walk down the cold concrete sidewalk.
the fall leaves grace the sidewalk and crunch beneath your new heels. The heels you had worn for this special day.
a excited smile is plastered across your features, as you open the door to the building.
you walk into the lobby, a red head woman sat at the front desk, typing away on her computer.
you walk up to her, placing the envelope he’d given you yesterday on the counter.
“Hello! i’m here for the uh..assistants job” you say with a small smile planted on your face. She looks at you then to the envelope.
She grabs it, inspecting the paper inside before giving a nod and lifting her eyes to meet yours.
“You can go on up hun, top floor.” he says plainly as she slides a key card over to you. you give her a nod and slip the card into your pocket.
You ride the elevator all the way up. The door dings and you step out, examining every inch of the room. you walk in a bit further, the waiting area seems empty.
suddenly a girl pops out, a cheery aura surrounding her. She gives you a smile and walks over.
she introduces herself as lyla and walks you through what you need to know about the job.
soon after she leaves you, so here you sit alone in the office waiting for the boss to show up.
the elevator dings and unexpectedly out steps Miguel, although your happy to see him he looks cold, colder then usual.
“Miguel!” you chirp up, standing and walking over to him. he only gives you a sjde glance before continuing to walk to the office door.
“Oh uh, Miguel i don’t know if you can go in there..the boss is out.” you say, trailing behind him.
he lets out a chuckle, though you don’t think there’s much humor behind it. He opens the door to the office, sliding a key card to unlock it.
He walks in the shuts the door behind him, leaving you a little confused at his actions and mood.
you slowly walk back to your desk, sitting yourself down and going through work when the memory of the first time you’d been in this office pops up.
the man who was bothering you, when Miguel walked in he called him..boss. God how could you not remember, it was so obvious.
how could a man like him not be the boss here, and he’d gotten you a job so quickly, of course.
The rest of the shift passes, leaving only half an hour left. You had only seen Miguel a few times, and each time was similar to the last.
he was almost silent, giving you only short worded answer to any of your questions. And the way he held himself seem different too.
It wasn’t like before, when he so kindly offered to drive you from work everyday. No, now he seemed arrogant, cold and completely uninterested.
You’d wondered if you had upset him, maybe said something wrong or annoyed him in some way.
You’d scrolled through emails and documents, endlessly doing work before something popped up that Miguel actually needed to be informed of.
You dreaded it. Especially since he seemed to be mad right now, or at least pissed off. Regardless, this was now your job.
you wondered if he’d be like this all the time, if working here was one big mistake. Yet you still walk to the large office doors that, file in hand as you prepare yourself to face him.
You knock curtly on the door, waiting for the standard ‘come in’ before entering.
you look around as you do so, plaques covering the shelves and walls. Along with some other more personal items.
“what is it..” he grumbles, not even looking up from his work. You step forward placing the file on his desk.
“They said it was urgent” You point to the small stack of papers that were neatly placed inside. You stand around for a few moments waiting for him to say something more.
“That all?” he asks, reaching for the documents and leaning back. You only nod.
you look down to him, hoping for the sweet man you knew yesterday to re appear.
“Miguel,” you say as he lets out a hum. “Have I..made you mad or something?” you ask cautiously.
“Y/N, i’m busy.” he waves you off not even looking up before going back to his work.
“i know but, i’m just a bit confu-“
“Y/n i said i’m busy, fuck off and bother someone else.” he says harshly slamming the pen he was holding down.
you nod timidly and stare for a moment, unsure what to do.
he says nothing after that, only ignoring you and going back to what he was doing as you awkwardly walk out.
after the uncomfortable shift you find yourself walking home, The dull street lamps barley lighting your path.
A gust of wind passes you by, making you shiver, pulling your light coat tighter. You really needed to get a car..
after walking for a while your apartment building finally comes into view.
you enter your apartment, swinging your coat on a nearby chair and going to your bedroom to put on more comfortable clothes.
After an hour or so of lounging around, reading books and watching tv you decide to turn in, feeling a bit concerned about miguels behaviour keels you up all night, and by the time morning comes you don’t feel or look so good.
You stare in the mirror, tired written all over your face. you move through your morning routine like a sloth and eventually make it out the door. Although his change of attitude threw you off, you still couldn’t afford to lose this job by being late.
The elevator door opens with a ding as you step onto the top floor, where Miguel’s office is located.
Lyla gives you a concerned look as you walk up to her, but says nothing. She hands you a small stack of papers and asks you to bring them too the boss.
you push open the doors and silently walk over to his desk, he looks at you for a quick second before doing a double take.
Your about to walk away as Miguel grabs onto your arm, a worried look written on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks, earning an eye roll from you. You mumble a quiet ‘mhm’ and try to walk away. To which he stands up.
he walks around the desk swiftly, standing directly in front of you. He reaches out to grab your hands with his own, but you move away quickly.
A disappointed look crosses his face but he leaves it and walks back to his desk, looking like a sad puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.
The day is coming to an end and Miguel’s patience has only gotten thinner, he’s snapping at everyone for anything he can think of.
you hear him barking orders at an assistant just as your packing up, sighing to yourself as you say goodbye to lyla and leave.
you arrived home an hour or so ago, lounging around and putting off making dinner.
that’s when your phone rings, you glance over and see miguel’s contact flash across the screen.
you honestly don’t really feel like talking to him, but he is your boss now so regardless you pick up.
the line is silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything. Then your hear a gruff voice.
“Y/n?” he says to which you stay silent “Y/n, say something please.” you groan internally before answering him.
“Hi miguel..” you say quietly as he sighs in relief. “do you need something?” you ask him.
“yeah i..” he pauses “i’m sorry muñeca, you know i never meant to treat you like that. That was..” he trails off as you cut his sentence short.
“why did you hire me? you had no reason too and you clearly don’t like me very much..” you mumble to the phone.
“what? sweetheart of course i like you, I’m..Im sorry, Somethin’ happened and m’no good at telling people i trust bout that sort of thing.”
you stay silent.
“please let me make it up to you, i’ll take you for dinner and we can talk bout it, how’s that’s sound huh?” he sighs “i want to spend more time with you and..and i for sure fucked up so please, let make it up.”
you smile a little at how persistent he is, and your sure he can hear it as you speak. “okay, fine” he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you sweetheart, i’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?” he clicks his tongue “And call me if ya need anything.”
you say yours goodbyes and hang up the phone
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this was in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to put it out so here you goo!
i need more of this PLEASE
virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!
Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.
One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.
Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?
So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.
All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.
Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.
Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?
Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:
"Stay. Don't move around girl."
And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.
Dr. Michael Stone
Mad Scientist variant! Miguel O'Hara x Spider!f! Reader
art by @Spiderthingcoo on X
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Smut, Breeding Kink, Mild dub-con, Oral sex (F receiving), possessive behaviors, rough electroplay, Questionable morals, Dark Miguel, manhandling, yandere scientist (I guess?) P in V, isolation, edging, female anatomy, Nipple play, dumbification, Michael Stone is a walking redflag. No proofread, objectification, power play.
Summary: From all the variants of Miguel you could've encountered, you met him.
A|N: Inspired by @Spiderthingcoo and Halloween ✨
Clink
The sound repetitive and echoing in your hazy mind, luring you out of the slumber you had been forced to. Eyes heavy with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.
A sharp inhale gave you enough courage to part your lids enough to reckon your surroundings. Blurry and wet eyesight slowly came into a focus and clear view of where you were. A lab.
How had you ended up here? Where was Miguel? Why wasn't Lyla making fun of your passing?
The explosion, of course.
A weakened groan escaped past dry and chapped lips, while your mind tried to recollect and organize the memories it created before going on a blackout.
The mission was simple, try and track the anomaly. Rhino. But the villian wasn't up for dialogue and had sent you flying against a wall, damaging your watch. Miguel had promised to fix it once you were back at HQ.
But the damage had been severe enough to not only electrocute you, but to cause an explosion within the already open portal. A boom powerful enough to throw you out of the current timeline and swallow you into another one, much to Miguel's distress. And then, nothing.
Pure black darkness.
Pristine white walls elegantly dressed with technology you had never seen before. The machine whirrings and hummings kept your eyes wandering from one extreme to another, trying to find anything that would be out of place. To your dismay, nothing indicated to be in such state.
Except for one thing.
Sitting in a simple chair, was a man clad in white, blending in with his environment. If it wasn't for his titanium rimmed glasses and their reflection, his tan skin and a very familiar looking face, he'd go undetected under your radar.
But your ever trusting spider senses alerted you of his presence. His red eyes bore into you, stalking, awaiting; preying. Impassiveness and stoicism plastered on his beautiful face.
A glacial chill ran down your spine.
"M-Miguel?" You rasped in the admist of your drowsiness
The man's eye glinted, dangerous and curious as he stood. His hair wavy and silky, graciously slicked back, His smirk deepened as he walked right before you, watching you with such marvel it made your breath hitch.
"Michael." The Boss' doppelganger corrected.
A stupor spreaded through your legs. Your arms had gone numb long ago. Another late realization as you looked at your limbs, expanded and trapped in the metal contraption, like a crucifix. Your legs remained separated, toes barely touching the floor and completely bare before him.
Panic rose as he placed a white gloved and immaculate hand on your cheek. Miguel was always speaking about the variants of the villains that he often forgot to mention about his own.
This one in particular was one to be extremely wary of. Dr. Michael Stone, acknowledged son of Tyler Stone, the CEO of Alchemax. A scientist obsessed with the spider DNA his team had recollected many years ago.
"Dr. Michael Stone, Mike for the friends."
He cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Tongue sweeping on your trembling mouth, taking a taste of you. He let you go with an appreciative hum. His thumbs pressed on your now glistening lips to pry them open, taking a glance on your teeth. Your breath fanned his face as he explored your mouth with his thumbs initially.
"Healthy breath and teeth, no fangs, sadly" the doctor mumbled to himself while catching your tongue in between his thumb and index finger, pulling it enough to examinate it's length.
You whimpered at the pain. Saliva escaping your mouth, which he collected quickly in a little glass vial. His fingers typed in the data in a holo-pad that materialized next to him.
His face was deranged, a soft blush crept on his sharp cheeks. He had stumbled upon a gold mine.
The drowsiness had left your body entirely, fear and nausea replacing it. Modesty or shame weren't in Michael's vocabulary. Nipples perked at the cool air that invaded the lab.
He brought a little table with several pieces of something he had been tinkering with.
"Your little contraption seems something too advanced for people in your world. Sadly the damage is too great to salvage something."
He displayed the now burnt pieces of the watch, pieces you supposed were the core of its functioning.
"For how long have you been a mutant?"
"Years." Voice meek, he nodded as he kept typing away, without looking much your direction, too deep in the screen and the data displaying on it.
"Is there any others like me?"
You gulped. Your brief silence had been enough answer for him.
"I see." His grin turned into a devious chuckle, "I suppose there is one of me that is like you, isn't it?"
Upon hearing no answer of you, he pressed a button, where a sudden electricity jolt coursed through your body. Earning him a pained yelp from you.
"I don't appreciate your silence, cariño. Now, when was the last time your period came?"
Your body lingered in unpleasant waves of the shocking aftermath. Soft breaths turned into short and shallow pants, anger rising again.
"I don't remember" You admitted curtly and uncomfortable by the direction the interrogation was taking course.
"Have you had children before?"
The question made you blink stupidly at him while sneered at your reaction and cleared his throat. Keeping at bay the ominous thoughts already forming in his wicked brain.
"N-No." You mumbled and his lips pursed in a wolfish grin it sent an ill feeling through your chest. Your brain's danger alarms flared, begging you to run away as fast as you could. But how such thing would be achieved when you were nearly T qposing, naked, before a man that had everything but good intentions with you.
"There's always a first." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. The hidden promise in his words had you struggling against your prison but it stopped as he sent another electric jolt through your body.
You groaned both painfully and annoyed in between raged pants.
"Let me go! " He could only cackle at your waning order.
"But why would I do such thing, cariño?" His fingers tracing the slope of your jaw, "Not when I have found the perfect vessel for my lineage to develop."
Heart thumped wildly on your chest, threatening to escape up your throat.
"P-Please, let me go."
Something dern recoiled in his eyes, pleading was futile, even though he loved the way you pronounced such words.
"Can't do. In fact, I think production should start right away."
He beamed and your heart sunk. Hopefully Miguel caught your signal before the gizmo was broken for good. Attention snapping on a pair of eyes that danced around your body. He licked his lips while loosening his tie. His glasses were removed.
Your chest heaved with anxiety, but he kneeled before you, pushing your outer folds away to reach the forbidden prize he was set in devouring, your clit. It twitched and contracted when his thumb stroked it softly. Michael didn't waste time and sunk himself between your thighs.
"N-No!" You panted while trying to squeeze his head away from your thighs, but his grip was steely. His tongue assaulted your cunt with such intensity it had you clenching your jaw and panting within seconds.
Strong and moist muscle dribbled down your pussy, teasing around your quivering hole. His plump lips captured your little nub of nerves in between them, to then apply pressure within strong sucking motions. Your hips bucked, nearly melting at the powerful sensations the scientist dragged you to.
The slick of your labia increased making his motions smoother, vicious and wet. You could feel him resting his head on your lower belly as his mouth ate you like a starved man. A lap here, a dribbling up and down there and it had your mouth gaping open.
"Fuck" You tried to lurch forward but the upper restrictions on your limbs could only allow much movement. Your head heavy with lust blown and fearful thoughts, making it loll side to side, shaking off the pleasure that crawled all the way up, trying to fog your judgment completely.
The goal however was accomplished when his tongue delved in your hole, fucking it with such expertise it had your breath slurred and blown from your lungs.
His moist muscle curled, coiled and slurped at your cunt. Twirling and gathering your juices in his mouth. As dangerous as he was, Michael seemed a connoisseur of the female anatomy. And he ate like a starved man, like his life and investigation depended on it.
Your head was thrown back, just like your eyes in their sockets. Breaths turned erratic when his hands squeezed the round of your breast. Maneuvering your perky nipples a little too rough. He pinched, pulled and slapped them, matching the merciless pace of his assailant lips.
Teeth ground together, jaw clenched and trapping in the moans he rightfully had earned. Your hands managed to fist in the admist of the numbness they had been subdued to.
His tongue ventured deeper with moist and gulping movements, the tip of his nose buried in your pubic mound, keeping you in place from squirming too much, chasing that relief that would bring you a bit of peace to your tortured cunt. Heat pooled in his mouth, pressure tightening, edging you to an endless and dangerous spiral of tempting corruption.
A strangled whine came off your throat as he stopped and looked up at you. Darkened pupils wide, absorbing the red iris upon the sight of you.
Perfect, beatific even.
You were the perfect vessel for him. Lips flushed in need, exhaling the stimulation out of your system. A rapturous expression on your face, like a virgin that had been worshipped, and he was the chosen one to corrupt such grimace. His tie was removed completely and tossed somewhere.
With a tap of the holo-pad, your restrains were loosened, and you fell on the floor with a thud. A little groan as your body made contact with the cold tiles, blood rushing back to your limbs, leaving a prickling sensation all the way down your hands, awakening them.
As much as you hated to admit that you had enjoyed it, the rational side of you took control again, urging you to an attempt of escape while you crawled on your fours. Your suit had been discarded on one of the trash bins.
A strong hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, wobbly and feeble legs trembled at the forced attempt of standing up, only for your torso to be slammed against a nearby metal table. Air knocking out of your lungs with a 'oomph'
"You are going nowhere."
Despite the overall nerd-ish look, he was strong. Strong and big enough to pin your arms effortlessly before you, to then place a pair of metallic hoops on your wrist that instantly adhered at the table. Magnetic handcuffs, of course.
Breast flattened against the metal, unruly strands of hair obscured your sight, his agitated breath fanning over the crook of your neck. Rear was positioned in the perfect pose to expose both your holes. Pussy glistening with a mix of his saliva and your own slick.
"Marvelous. We are about to create the Opus Magna of my investigation. Aren't you excited, bonita?"
Your ears perked ominously at the unbuckling and fumbling of his pants.
"You have no idea how long I've awaited for a chance like this." His flushed tip rubbed between your folds, coating himself before aligning to your drenched hole. He tittered while taking a vice like grip on your hips and with a sudden motion, he buried inch by inch inside your gummy and sticky walls.
"Miguel!" You cried as he sheathed to the hilt, stretching you a bit past your limits. Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled back with force. Granting him a pathetic yelp from you.
"Michael." He growled into your ear, "I am no bound by weaknesses unlike that defective copy of mines. But don't you worry..."
His tone venomous, "I'll make you learn my name one way or another." He slid a hand around your neck and squeezed a whimper out of you, "You're here to stay after all."
Callous fingers slid back to your hips, groping and grounding himself before he pushed in. A strangled moan came before air was cut short again by his firm and deep thrusting, allowing you to adjust enough to his girth. It was scary how perfect he fit inside, reinforcing his belief you were made specially for him and the explosion had been the catalyst for his plan to build a superior form of being, set in track.
Not only had he been granted a subject he had been chasing for nearly a decade, but now, he couldn't just study you, but also impregnate you. And what a better coincidence when you were reaching your most fertile days. Or so the data had dictated, and data didn't lie.
"With me." A deep cackle erupted from his mouth as an onslaught of merciless thrust were delivered between your supple and plump glutes, making them jiggle at his rutting.
A garbled and shaky moan escaped your lips, eyes wide at the core shaking pace he had settled. Toes curled and your hands fisted against the metallic handcuffs, trying to anchor yourself once more to something as the table creaked violently underneath both. The pressure on your clit increased as his balls slapped it, sending jolts through your body.
Your cunt received him with an obsence slurp, swallowing him whole over and over, hole moulded to his thick shaft, leaving you empty every time he slid out, only to be refilled impossibly deep with a pitiless plow.
You were a mewling and wailing mess underneath his formidable frame. Torso rock hard, just like the throbbing cock inside your snug and drenched pussy.
The room and you were the only witnesses of his borderline animalistic growls and snarls, set into his goal to fill you to the brim the times he saw it fit. After all, no experiment was successful without trial and error.
All you could hear was the rough slapping of your flesh melding together in a rough display of power where he indisputably had the upper hand.
Fire licked at every inch of your skin, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, blurring your sight with overstimulated tears. He gave you no time to properly breath, too lost in wrecking your cunt to care, enraptured in the thrill your flesh offered him.
A firm slap on your jiggling ass granted him a choked wail, one of the few indicators you still remained conscious and holding it together. He frowned.
It wasn't enough, he wanted nothing more than your ruin. Having you subdued to him, both in mind and body. Stubborn nature couldn't just leave you fucked physically. The need to possess you in all it's wholeness took over him. You'd be his, and if he had to face his counterpart to keep you by his side, then so be it.
Michael stilled for a moment, giving you precious seconds to catch a much needed breath. He removed the lab coat and shirt, exposing his sweaty and well sculpted torso. Your legs trembled, your brain buzzed with all sort of sensations, the metal fogged with every deep breath you gave against it, if it wasn't for the restrains in your wrist, you'd certainly be on the floor, since your legs were giving up in supporting you.
A little drool streak escaped the corner of your lips, connecting to the space underneath you. Your hair was pulled back with a mild yank, forcing your spine to arch. The Fibonacci sequence would draw perfectly in the curvature of your flexible spine. One of the many perks of being a spiderwoman.
His frame swallowed you once more as he propped your right thigh on the table, granting him more access to delve in deeper into you.
" Ohmygod" you howled at how full and deep your insides were. He smirked at your words, "I can't... I can't-"
"You are more than capable of taking me, pequeña." A deep thrust and he had you sobbing, "Don't disappoint me now."
He rasped in blown inhales.
Your brain was melting just like your body. Instead of unceasing and swift slaps of flesh, steady and rhythmic plunges filled in the void space. Your mouth did nothing but nonsensical gabbling. Occasionally praising him with a coherent lewd curse or a whine.
Eyelids drooped a bit too low as your mouth went completely ajar, exhaling weakly. The weight of his frame pressing against you, slotting perfectly on your back. His hips dug into yours remorselessly, then you felt his arm hooking underneath your lower belly in a possessive embrace, letting the once punished breasts to bounce freely as he pounded relentlessly into you.
The second he skimmed on your tender skin, your body went taut and your brain shut off for a second, overheated by the mind shattering orgasm crashing over you. Only then your body was allowed to go limp on his arms, but that didn't stop him from giving a few more core shaking thrusts before emptying himself inside you. Flooding your womb with his hot load.
"Mi...Michael-" You croaked almost imperceptibly at the canvas he was making out of your insides.
Oh the joy of knowing he'd have a superior offspring made his wicked brain tingle. A malicious laugh escaped him upon admiring your current state. Fucked out and full of him, to the brim like he had promised. Michael Stone was a man of word.
When he had poured the last drop of cum inside, he pulled out to pick himself up. Underwear and pants secured back on his waist. His discarded lab coat covered his upper frame once more, body too heated to keep adding layers of clothing. He released the handcuffs off your wrist and caught you before your body slumped on the floor.
He rewarded your outlasting with a deep yet brief smooch, which you recoiled from. It didn't matter. You'd learn to tolerate his presence soon enough.
His arms carried you like a ragdoll. A doll that somehow still refused to be tamed, adding more dry bones to the raging obsession fire. You struggled from his grip but he didn't budge, a cruel laugh met you instead as he waltzed you to an empty room. Naked with jelly-like legs that didn't cooperate, angry and fearful and powerless.
He tossed you onto the bed and marched back towards the entrance. Proud of your lack of strength to retaliate and cunt full of his cum. His seed would do it's job soon enough. He had waited years, a bit more won't hurt him.
The thought of your belly rounding up with his child made his deep gaze to lock on you over his shoulder for a moment.
"Welcome to my world, querida." His cheeks spreaded in a wicked smirk before disappearing into the light, locking you out from freedom and hope.
Darkness drowned you, like his obsession. Dr. Michael Stone had finally achieved a breakout in his investigation. And he had no intentions of letting you go. Not until you produced the many heirs he had in mind.
Someone please recommend me some fics w this plot 🙏🙏
this is gonna turn into an actual fic someday but i needed to get this out into the world bcs its been sitting in my drafts long enough.
falling for the “can we talk in person” trick with them.
the notification ping rings through your ears as you sleepily look up from your pillows, grabbing your phone blindly in the dark to check who’s texted only to grimace and see that it’s him.
“can we js talk?” it says mockingly across your phone screen, “in person, pease. i need closure.”
and stupidly, you agree to it. texting him to meet at his house the next day to resolve all disputes between you two.
you’re so stupid for thinking you both are actually gonna talk things out, trying to remain civil while one hand of his is already underneath your shirt grabbing at your bra until you’re all over each other, his other hand on your ass while aggressively making out with you the moment you step foot in his apartment.
the moment he’s unbuckling his belt while bending you over the kitchen island is when you realize it was never gonna be just a talk with him.
“gonna miss this pussy,” he grunts, aggressively thrusting his cock into you, your knuckles turning white from gripping the counter for stability as you let out a pornographic moan.
“gonna miss the way you take me so well.”
and after everything’s been said and done, after the two of you come down from your post-sex highs, is when you finally snap out of your daze. the fact that you’re both awkwardly sitting beside each other on the couch, running a hand down your faces and groaning at what had just occured.
it ends in the two of you getting back together for the sake of it all, even though you both know it’s unhealthy. you just can’t resist each other’s bodies.
♪ — matsukawa. hanamaki. osamu. suna. terushima. futakuchi. konoha. kyoutani. nishinoya. daishou. semi. shirabu. hoshiumi. tsukishima. kuroo.
HIII OH MY GOD I JUST HAD TO TELL YOU OML THE MAFIA MIGUEL AU IS SO CUTE I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN IT IT'S SO SWEET AND AAAAA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT AND IM SO INVESTED
HII THIS IS SO SWEET IM SO HAPPY U LOVE IT ND I CANT WAIT TO PUT OUT MORE PARTSS 🙏
PT.2 Soonnn 😛
Miguel O’hara
mafia au fic, NOT proofread 🌚, no SA but implications of it almost happening.
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Your working in a run down old diner, somewhere on the corner of pine street. the smell of stale coffee and cooking oil fills the air.
this is not where you’d expected to end up, all though you didn’t mind it. The pay was..okay and atleast you got free food every shift, so it’s whatever.
the bell attached to the door rings as someone new enters the diner, their heavy footsteps clanking on the old floor as they move closer.
You look up to a man, obviously taller then most, his hair is messy and a bored expression plays on his face.
he sits down in front of you, letting his calloused hands rest on the counter as he does so. You eyes trail over the surface before slowly looking up to him.
“what can i get you sir?” you ask with a small cheery smile hovering on your face. “Coffee, one milk and no sugar.” he says in a rich tone, making you wonder if he always sounds like that. You nod slowly and turn around to prepare the bland drink, before placing it down in front of him.
“anything else?” you ask with a small smile before he shakes his head. “It’s not safe for you to be working alone this late.” he points out “I know, i know.” you nod along with a sheepish smile “but my manger doesn’t seem to agree.” you shrug.
he only huffs in response, you start to move away when a sudden loud noise rings through the air, immediately catching your attention as you turn toward the noise.
“don’t worry, it’s under control.” he says plainly, taking a sip of his freshly poured coffee before standing up with a sigh. “you just sit here pretty while i go clear some things up out there, yeah?” he opens his wallet, taking a 20 out and placing it on the counter in front of me. “thanks for the coffee.” he grumbles as i stand there with a nervous expression, as he walks away.
the little bell rings once again as the door is opened and shut. slowly, i make my way over to the door, peering out only to see him gone. and whoever made the loud shorting noises no where to be found either.
that was three nights ago, and you haven’t seen the suspicious man since. And honestly you were a bit thankful, danger wasn’t something you had wanted to find yourself involved in.
walking down the cold and empty street, your heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk as you made your way home from your late night shift.
every rustle in the bushes, or gust of wind knocking abandoned objects over only making you more paranoid as this wasn’t exactly the safest part of town.
Your legs move quicker as you try to escape the cold night, wanting nothing more to be home right now. Your thoughts distract you as you suddenly bump into someone.
your stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the interaction before you fall into profusely apologizing.
“An honest mistake, i’m really sorry.” you mumble before looking up to the man..The Man who seems all too familiar.
“That’s alright.” he mumbles, looking down at you with a cold face. You stare at him, trying to remember who he was. “wait..oh, you came into the diner a few nights ago” you say with a intrigued expression painted on your face. “Did you ever find out what all that noise outside was?” you ask curiously.
“oh.” he pauses to think as he brushes a hand through his neat hair. “Nothing, just a small misunderstanding between some friends of mine.” he shrugs non chalantly, causing you to nod slowly, still a bit suspicious of the whole situation.
“It’s not safe to be out this late, i told you that” he mumbles digging through his pocket before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and taking one out.
he lights it and you just shift your weight, trying to figure out an answer to his statement. “Needa’ have a chat with your boss?” he asks, inhaling deeply.
you quickly shake your head. “No, it’s just uhm we’re short on employees right now. i just have to close up alone for a little while.” you shrug.
he lets out a low hum in response, always seeming a bit uninterested in whatever the topic was. “so..what about you?” you ask politely. “what are you doing here so late?” you blink curiously.
he lets the cigarette rest in his hands as he turns to face you, his strong face almost entrancing you. “It’s business.” he looks down, his eyes dragging over your figure slowly. “Just tying a few loose ends up, that’s all sweetheart.” he grumbles as faint yelling can be heard inside the building.
you finally take notice of the surroundings, a few expensive looking black cars parked out front of the building.
The shouting grew louder, followed by a loud shot. something that didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. You turn to look at him, wide eyed and worried, he only stared back coldly.
“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he says with a chuckle, putting his cigarette out on the ground. “You heard nothin’ sweetheart.” he stands up to his full height as two other men walk out of the building, one with a small cut across his face.
he looks up to the sky, studying the dark atmosphere. “You needa’ ride home? it’s late.” he asks looking back down to you.
you chew on your lip, not sure about getting in a car with a with someone you’d just met. “come on cariño, don’t wanna leave you alone out here in the dark.” he says in a sincere tone.
you let out a quiet hum in thought. “Okay, thank you” you mumble as he starts walking towards the vehicle.
you open the door and sit down, shutting it firmly and reaching for the seatbelt. “Where you goin’ too?” he asks, turning to face you.
you tell him the address to your apartment and the car engine roars to life, driving down the empty and dark road.
the radio plays mindlessly in the background as you look out the window. “How come you’re still workin in that shit hole?” he breaks the silence “Coffees less then decent and it’s dangerous for you to be around there at night.”
you sigh a little. “Not sure where else i would work, i don’t have much of an option.” You look over to him, his dark eyes staring down the road and his rough hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.
he turns a corner and your apartment building comes into view, the front entrance dimly lit by the lamp posts.
he parks out front, turning the engine off and looking over at you. “let me give you a ride from now on, i’m in the area anyway.” he gives you a stern look “And i have no problem doin’ a something extra to keep a sweet thing like you safe.” he grins at you.
you wet your lips, trying to think. Sure it would be great to not walk home in this dangerous area at night..but yet again-
“Don’t think about it too much, darlin” he pulls you away from your thoughts. “i’ll go by your work round’ 10, you can decide then.” he shrugs .
“okay?” he asks “okay.” you nod slowly before grabbing hold of your purse again and turning to open the car door. “thank you for the ride..” you trail off, realizing you don’t actually know his name.
“Miguel.” he finishes for you. “Y/N” you say with a sheepish smile before exiting the car and closing the door gently.
you walk into the lobby of your apartment, peering out the window as the car slowly drives away, And then he’s gone.
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The night passes quickly and you find yourself back at work, struggling to drag the trash outside. you let out a groan of annoyance.
“Need some help muñecita?” he chuckles, almost scaring the life out of you. “God! you scared me” you say dropping the bag on the ground harshly.
he hums and walks forward to pick the bag up out of your hand, swinging it into the trash bin with ease.
“your shift over?” he asks and you only nod, following him as he walks back towards the door of the diner.
you lock up and stand out front of the building with him. “you want that ride yet?” he asks looking toward you.
you glance down at your shoes and back up to him. “yes please.” you mumble, following him to the car.
once again the engine roars to life, driving along the road. “hope you don’t mind, gotta stop by work.” he sighs “No, i don’t mind at all” you say politely as he nods.
You reach the large brick building and he motions for you to follow him inside. you walk along side him, into the luxurious building, your heels clicking on the marble floors.
he leads you to a sort of waiting room and assures you he’ll only be a moment before taking off.
a minute or so passes by before a man walks in, he’s short and round, with a grouchy look on his face.
a whistle escapes his mouth as he looks over to you, looking you up and down in a gross manner.
he takes short strides over to you, making you lean further back in the chair. you look around the quiet room nervously.
“what ya’ doin here, sugar?” he asks stroking his chin. “waiting for a friend.” you reply in a monotone voice.
“think i can keep ya’ company?” he chuckles, licking his lips. “no, that’s okay. i wouldn’t want to trouble you.” which only seems to earn another laugh from him.
“trust me sugar, it’d be no trouble.” he grumbles on. “it’s okay, really.” you try to tell him but he only seems to move closer, his hand now on your arm.
suddenly heavy footsteps can be heard approaching, before miguel walks in. A cold look covers his face, but it only seems to become sharper as he sees the man near you.
the man turns around, also hearing the footsteps and immediately backing off when he saw who it was.
“Boss! Was just..” he rambles nervously as he backs up. “get out.” Miguel warns and he quickly leaves the room.
Miguel’s face softens he turns to look at you, all worried and fidgeting with your hands. he walks up to you, a sorry expression on his face.
“you okay sweetheart? did he hurt you?” he asks, his gaze analyzing you. “i’m fine..” you mumble, quickly standing up.
“m’sorry muñecita, i’ll deal with him tomorrow.” he nods “promise.”
the two of you make your way to his car, he opens the door for you before getting in his side and turning the keys.
you lay your head on the seat tiredly, shifting in the seat to get comfortable, and out of the corner of your eye you see his grip tighten on the wheel.
you must have fallen asleep because you feel someone gently tapping on your shoulder, waking you up just enough to talk.
“cariño, we’re here” he mumbles softly. You met out a quiet hum, barely a response. you feel him unbuckling the seat belt and you instinctively latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
he lets out a quiet groan into your neck. “come on then” he chuckles, picking you up swiftly. you wrap your legs around him and he walks to the elevator.
you tell him your apartment number as he clicks the button and the doors shut. You shift in his arms slightly, trying to get more comfortable, which earns a groan from him.
“Gotta stop moving like that muñecita..” he grumbles in your ear, waking you up a lot.
the doors open to your floor and he steps out of the box, walking down the quiet hallway. he stops at your door and lowers you down to the floor, causing you to let out a dissatisfied whine to which he only chuckles.
you dig through your purse for the keys to your house, pulling them out and unlocking the door.
you turn around to face him, a tired pout on your face as you look up at his chiseled face.
he stars back down at you, a smug look covering his features. “you need to get to sleep sweetheart.” he says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and leaning down toward you.
your eyes scan over his face. “mhm..” you hum out quietly, biting your lips slightly. “mhm.” he mimics you, his face creeping down to your neck as he places a soft kiss.
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rahhh anyway lemme know how you feel about this freaks AND if i should do a part two or wtv 😋
Miguel O’hara
mafia au fic, NOT proofread 🌚, no SA but implications of it almost happening.
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Your working in a run down old diner, somewhere on the corner of pine street. the smell of stale coffee and cooking oil fills the air.
this is not where you’d expected to end up, all though you didn’t mind it. The pay was..okay and atleast you got free food every shift, so it’s whatever.
the bell attached to the door rings as someone new enters the diner, their heavy footsteps clanking on the old floor as they move closer.
You look up to a man, obviously taller then most, his hair is messy and a bored expression plays on his face.
he sits down in front of you, letting his calloused hands rest on the counter as he does so. You eyes trail over the surface before slowly looking up to him.
“what can i get you sir?” you ask with a small cheery smile hovering on your face. “Coffee, one milk and no sugar.” he says in a rich tone, making you wonder if he always sounds like that. You nod slowly and turn around to prepare the bland drink, before placing it down in front of him.
“anything else?” you ask with a small smile before he shakes his head. “It’s not safe for you to be working alone this late.” he points out “I know, i know.” you nod along with a sheepish smile “but my manger doesn’t seem to agree.” you shrug.
he only huffs in response, you start to move away when a sudden loud noise rings through the air, immediately catching your attention as you turn toward the noise.
“don’t worry, it’s under control.” he says plainly, taking a sip of his freshly poured coffee before standing up with a sigh. “you just sit here pretty while i go clear some things up out there, yeah?” he opens his wallet, taking a 20 out and placing it on the counter in front of me. “thanks for the coffee.” he grumbles as you stand there with a nervous expression, as he walks away.
the little bell rings once again as the door is opened and shut. slowly, you make your way over to the door, peering out only to see him gone. and whoever made the loud shorting noises no where to be found either.
that was three nights ago, and you haven’t seen the suspicious man since. And honestly you were a bit thankful, danger wasn’t something you had wanted to find yourself involved in.
walking down the cold and empty street, your heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk as you made your way home from your late night shift.
every rustle in the bushes, or gust of wind knocking abandoned objects over only making you more paranoid as this wasn’t exactly the safest part of town.
Your legs move quicker as you try to escape the cold night, wanting nothing more to be home right now. Your thoughts distract you as you suddenly bump into someone.
your stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the interaction before you fall into profusely apologizing.
“An honest mistake, i’m really sorry.” you mumble before looking up to the man..The Man who seems all too familiar.
“That’s alright.” he mumbles, looking down at you with a cold face. You stare at him, trying to remember who he was. “wait..oh, you came into the diner a few nights ago” you say with a intrigued expression painted on your face. “Did you ever find out what all that noise outside was?” you ask curiously.
“oh.” he pauses to think as he brushes a hand through his neat hair. “Nothing, just a small misunderstanding between some friends of mine.” he shrugs non chalantly, causing you to nod slowly, still a bit suspicious of the whole situation.
“It’s not safe to be out this late, thought I told you that” he mumbles digging through his pocket before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and taking one out.
he lights it and you just shift your weight, trying to figure out an answer to his statement. “Needa’ have a chat with your boss?” he asks, inhaling deeply.
you quickly shake your head. “No, it’s just uhm we’re short on employees right now. i just have to close up alone for a little while.” you shrug.
he lets out a low hum in response, always seeming a bit uninterested in whatever the topic was. “so..what about you?” you ask politely. “what are you doing here so late?” you blink curiously.
he lets the cigarette rest in his hands as he turns to face you, his strong face almost entrancing you. “some business.” he looks down, his eyes dragging over your figure slowly. “Just tying a few loose ends up, that’s all sweetheart.” he grumbles as faint yelling can be heard inside the building.
you finally take notice of the surroundings, a few expensive looking black cars parked out front of the building.
The shouting grew louder, followed by a loud shot. something that didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. You turn to look at him, wide eyed and worried, he only stared back coldly.
“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he says with a chuckle, putting his cigarette out on the ground. “You heard nothin’ doll.”he stands up to his full height as two other men walk out of the building, one with a small cut across his face.
he looks up to the sky, studying the dark atmosphere. “You needa’ ride home? it’s late.” he asks looking back down to you.
you chew on your lip, not sure about getting in a car with a with someone you’d just met. “come on cariño, don’t wanna leave you alone out here in the dark.” he says in a sincere tone.
you let out a quiet hum in thought. “Okay, thank you” you mumble as he starts walking towards the vehicle.
you open the door and sit down, shutting it firmly and reaching for the seatbelt. “Where you goin’ too?” he asks, turning to face you.
you tell him the address to your apartment and the car engine roars to life, driving down the empty and dark road.
the radio plays mindlessly in the background as you look out the window. “How come you’re still workin in that shit hole?” he breaks the silence “Coffees less then decent and it’s dangerous for you to be around there at night.”
you sigh a little. “Not sure where else i would work, i don’t have much of an option.” You look over to him, his dark eyes staring down the road and his rough hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.
he turns a corner and your apartment building comes into view, the front entrance dimly lit by the lamp posts.
he parks out front, turning the engine off and looking over at you. “let me give you a ride from now on, i’m in the area anyway.” he gives you a stern look “And i have no problem doin’ something extra to keep a sweet thing like you safe.” he grins at you.
you wet your lips, trying to think. Sure it would be great to not walk home in this dangerous area at night..but yet again-
“Don’t think about it too much, darlin” he pulls you away from your thoughts. “i’ll go by your work round’ 10, you can decide then.” he shrugs .
“okay?” he asks “okay.” you nod slowly before grabbing hold of your purse again and turning to open the car door. “thank you for the ride..” you trail off, realizing you don’t actually know his name.
“Miguel.” he finishes for you. “Y/N” you say with a sheepish smile before exiting the car and closing the door gently.
you walk into the lobby of your apartment, peering out the window as the car slowly drives away, And then he’s gone.
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The night passes quickly and you find yourself back at work, struggling to drag the trash outside. you let out a groan of annoyance.
“Need some help muñecita?” he chuckles, almost scaring the life out of you. “God! you scared me” you say dropping the bag on the ground harshly.
he hums and walks forward to pick the bag up out of your hand, swinging it into the trash bin with ease.
“your shift over?” he asks and you only nod, following him as he walks back towards the door of the diner.
you lock up the diner and stand out front of the building with him. “you want that ride yet?” he asks looking toward you.
you glance down at your shoes and back up to him. “yes please.” you mumble, following him to the car.
once again the engine roars to life, driving along the road. “hope you don’t mind, gotta stop by work.” he sighs “No, i don’t mind at all” you say politely as he nods.
You reach the large brick building and he motions for you to follow him inside. you walk along side him, into the luxurious building, your heels clicking on the marble floors.
he leads you to a sort of waiting room and assures you he’ll only be a moment before taking off.
a minute or so passes by before a man walks in, he’s short and round, with a grouchy look on his face.
a whistle escapes his mouth as he looks over to you, looking you up and down in a gross manner.
he takes short strides over to you, making you lean further back in the chair. you look around the quiet room nervously.
“what ya’ doin here, sugar?” he asks stroking his chin. “waiting for a friend.” you reply in a monotone voice.
“think i can keep ya’ company?” he chuckles, licking his lips. “no, that’s okay. i wouldn’t want to trouble you.” which only seems to earn another laugh from him.
“trust me sugar, it’d be no trouble.” he grumbles on. “it’s okay, really.” you try to tell him but he only seems to move closer, his hand now on your arm.
suddenly heavy footsteps can be heard approaching, before miguel walks in. A cold look covers his face, but it only seems to become sharper as he sees the man near you.
the man turns around, also hearing the footsteps and immediately backing off when he saw who it was.
“Boss! Was just..” he rambles nervously as he backs up. “get out.” Miguel warns and he quickly leaves the room.
Miguel’s face softens he turns to look at you, all worried and fidgeting with your hands. he walks up to you, a sorry expression on his face.
“you okay sweetheart? did he hurt you?” he asks, his gaze analyzing you. “i’m fine..” you mumble, quickly standing up.
“m’sorry muñecita, i’ll deal with him tomorrow.” he nods “promise.”
the two of you make your way to his car, he opens the door for you before getting in his side and turning the keys.
you lay your head on the seat tiredly, shifting in the seat to get comfortable, and out of the corner of your eye you see his grip tighten on the wheel.
you must have fallen asleep because you feel someone gently tapping on your shoulder, waking you up just enough to talk.
“we’re here” he mumbles softly. You let out a quiet hum, barely a response. you feel him unbuckling the seat belt and you instinctively latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
he lets out a quiet groan into your neck. “come on then” he chuckles, picking you up swiftly. you wrap your legs around him and he walks to the elevator.
you tell him your apartment number as he clicks the button and the doors shut. You shift in his arms slightly, trying to get more comfortable, which earns a groan from him.
“Gotta stop moving like that..” he grumbles in your ear, waking you up a lot.
the doors open to your floor and he steps out of the box, walking down the quiet hallway. he stops at your door and lowers you down to the floor, causing you to let out a dissatisfied whine to which he only chuckles.
you dig through your purse for the keys to your house, pulling them out and unlocking the door.
you turn around to face him, a tired pout on your face as you look up at his chiseled face.
he stares back down at you, a smug look covering his features. “you need to get to sleep sweetheart.” he says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and leaning down toward you.
your eyes scan over his face. “mhm..” you hum out quietly, biting your lips slightly. “mhm.” he mimics you, his face creeping down to your neck as he places a soft kiss.
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rahhh anyway lemme know how you feel about this freaks AND if i should do a part two or wtv 😋
you guys are not ready for the mafia au miguel fic i’m boutta post ‼️ 😇
120 on my Simon fic 🤭🤭 Tysm guyss
How I’m feeling after finding my old dracotok fanfic on wattpad 😇
Cold
Grumpy simon smut
Here you go since I’m bad at writing smut without plot like gr anyway I think this is cute he’s kinda jealous a bit grumpy
Also if you have requests send them in! I’m always looking for ideas.
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“So? Are you in?”
“…”
“Yes.”
“Good, you leave tomorrow. 6 am.”
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That’s how I found myself on a helicopter in the early morning, being transferred to the base where task force 141 resides.
I stared out the window quietly, since I’d run out of things to talk about with the pilot. I see a large building come into view as we slowly start to descend.
The heli lands and I grab onto my large duffel bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I look over our surroundings and see four men standing in the distance. I recognize only one, captain price.
I step out and walk over towards the group, a smile on my face.
“Hi, I’m Alessandra.” I say as I look between them. “John price, I’ve heard about you, laswell
Says your one hell of a shot.” He smiles at me and I only nod along.
“Soap, you can call me John if ya like lass.” He says with a grin spread across his face, I can’t help but notice his hair, which is cut into a Mohawk. I smile at the friendly man and shake his hand.
“I’m Kyle, team calls me Gaz though.” He nods at me before crossing his arms.
I look over to the last man who stays silent before Soap speaks up. “This here is si-“
“Ghost.” He says cutting off soap. I nod and give him a small smile.
The walk me through the base and what missions may come up soon, before dropping me off at my room and letting me settle in.
I place the few items I have around the rooms before smiling to myself and exiting. I wander down the hallway to where I remember the kitchen was.
It smells good?
I walk in and see price in the kitchen, storing something in a pot. “Ooh what are you makin?” I ask curiously as I take a seat at the kitchen counter.
“Chilli, perfect for winter, no?” He glances at me and I nod. I turn my head as soap walks into the kitchen “he says it’s world famous” he grins “honestly he probably stole the recipe from some old woman” he says making me laugh.
Price serves us a bowl of chilli and a piece of bread on the side. I begin eating when I look around and notice Ghost is absent from the table.
Gaz must have noticed me looking around as he speaks up. “Doesn’t like to eat around new people” he shrugs “don’t take it personal” he says with a friendly smile.
We all finished our food and have moved onto to board games, which I have to say i am the best at by far.
We’re playing charades, which Ghost has decided to not show up for either.
I was partnered with soap, and we were winning by a lot.
“Okay three words.” Gaz nods at the captain “first word.” He starts waving his arms around like a distressed seagull.
“Uh..windmill” He shakes his head and starts doing the motion again. “Damn, uh..” the timer goes off and soap and I cheer.
“It was flying a kite! I was trying to do a flying motion like a chicken” he puts his head in his hands dramatically.
“Chickens are horrible at flying idiot!” Price shouts before we all burst out into laughter, soap practically falling to the floor.
We play a few more rounds before calling it a night and everyone starts to head off to bed.
I’m waking down the hallway as I hear price call out to me, I turn to look at him.
“So you know, you’ll be shadowing Ghost tomorrow. Just to get a feel of things round here.” He says before patting my shoulder and heading off somewhere.
I head off to bed, practically falling asleep as soon as my face hits the pillow.
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I’ve been looking for a Ghost for a while now, since I was supposed to shadow him. But he really lives up to his name since he is nowhere to be found.
I reach a shooting range which seems to be empty until I spot him at the very last lane. I walk inside and stand a few feet away.
He puts his gun down and turns to face me, somehow sending I was there..
He gives me a blank look probably wondering what I was doing but not saying anything.
“Price said I would shadow you today, to get a feel for things I guess?” I say as he only sighs and starts to put his gun away.
“So where are we going? Do you have to do much around here or is it more like waiting for the next mission?” I wonder out loud as he stays silent which urges me to talk more.
“And about the mission, how do you guys plan them? Or is it price who does most of it and then you guys kinda just follow the plan.” I say not even facing him anymore as I ramble on.
“Jesus..” I hear him mumble under his breath as he starts to walk out of the room. “Hey! Where are you going lieutenant?” I ask as I trail behind him.
He walks down a long hallway, a few soldiers passing by us and giving him a nod. I look around curiously, not having yet explored this part of the base.
I follow him into a room at the end of the hall, which starts to look more like a office the more I glance around.
As soon as I fully step inside he’s slamming me against the door and locking it. “Don’t know how to be quiet, huh?” He asks as he pins my arms above my head.
I can only sit there and stare at him, fully at a loss for words.
“Acting all friendly with everyone, don’t you know when to shut up? Don’t you notice all the people eyeing you.” He says in a cold tone as his face is inches away from mine.
“Need someone to teach ya?” He stares me dead in the eyes. I nod my head at him slowly.
“Words sweetheart, words.” He mumbles as he looks down at me. “Yes..”
“Yes what?” He asks teasingly “yes..please.” I swear a see a smirk under that mask.
“That’s better.” He mutters before slowly lowering his head and lifting his mask just enough to show his lips. He kisses along my neck sloppily, leaving hickeys all over the place.
I let out small whimpers, trying to stay quiet in case anyone decides to walk by here. His hands roam down to my waist and gives it a little squeeze before he’s picking me up and putting me back down on his desk.
He slowly reaches down to my pants, harshly pulling them down without any warning. His hands find the hem of my panties and he tugs on them before looking up to me, seemingly for permission. I nod at him eagerly as he drops the to the floor, letting them fall in some unknown corner.
I hear heavy breathing and the sound of his belt clanging as he moves to undo it. His pants drop along with his boxers.
I look down and damn.
He moves closer, holding onto my thighs with his large hands. He lines it up with my entrance and slowly starts to push in, giving me a few seconds to adjust.
I let out whimpers and moans at the feeling of him inside, which only seems to feed his ego and make him more eager.
He starts to move, his pace slow at first. “Fuck, so tight..” he mumbles into my neck as he thrusts faster. “Doing so good f’me”
His hips rocks into me, pounding harder until I can practically feel his tip in my stomach. I let out loud moans at the feeling.
“Gotta stay quiet sweetheart, yeah?” I bite down onto my lip, trying to keep any sounds inside. He moves relentlessly, practically feral.
“Gho..” my voice is hoarse as I speak.
“Hm?” He says breathlessly. “M’ so close..gonna cum..” I whine into his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck..gonna cum for me? For your lieutenant?” He grunts into my ear as I only nod at him eagerly.
He holds onto my thighs harshly as I feel the waves of my orgasm hit me, hard. My legs shake a little but he holds them down, as he cums right after me.
“Think ya can give me one more?” He says cockily before he starts pounding into me again. I let out whines as he only goes harder this time.
“S’too much..” I moan out “you can do it, you’re doing so good.” He encourages as his hands find my waist and he clamps down on it.
“Fuck, gonna leave marks all over your body.” He grumbles “everyone will know who you belong to then.”
I stay silent, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me to respond. I feel myself once again reaching a high and my hands find his back, probably leaving marks all over.
“You close?” He asks and I nod eagerly. I open my mouth a little as the feeling in my stomach rises. “You wanna cum?” He asks “yes!” I practically shout. “say your mine then.” He says coldly.
“I’m..yours, please..” I pant out as his grip on my waist tightens “good girl, so good f’me.” He says as I come undone on his cock.
Heavy breathing fills the room as he holds onto me tightly. Letting me relax in his arms before pulling out.
“Tired?” He ask softly and I nod against him. He picks me up and dresses me before leading me to my room and letting me fall asleep on his chest.
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Me after posting a fic and disappearing for a month cause idk what to say
𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 captured 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘘 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
Warnings: ASTV spoilers, smut, cursing
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You’ve been trapped at the the spider society HQ for quite a bit of time now, well maybe not so much trapped as you’ve been given a nice room and all the amenities you could dream of.
It’s confusing, you’ve seen other anomaly’s locked up and sent back by an odd looking machine. But not you. As of now you’ve been following Miguel around, as he so clearly instructed, or maybe more like demanded.
“Miguel..” you stretch out his name “when can I go home?” You mumble as you trail behind him per usual, right now you’re on the way to his office. “You aren’t getting home anytime soon.” He says coldly. You roll your eyes, knowing you don’t usually win these conversations.
You enter his office, and of course it’s huge. It basically takes up this entire floor. You walk over to his desk, sitting atop it as you gaze around the room. He slowly walks over to you, towering over as he stands. “Jus’ wanna get back..” you sigh out. He grunts.
He clenches his teeth in annoyance, he really doesn’t like these conversations. Maybe it’s because he likes having you around, likes looking at your gorgeous body as you stroll around the office as though you own it. Maybe he likes the way you bite your cheek when your trying to focus on something, But no, it’s just that your an anomaly..he can’t let you go..it’s dangerous. At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the last week.
“Cariño, I’m not letting you go anywhere.” You eye him suspiciously at the name, not knowing what it means. “Fine..at least give me something to do.” You say stubbornly “you know I can’t do that either.” He says sternly.
You look up at him, biting the inside of your cheek in thought. And that brings something out in him, something that he normally hides very well. In a second he’s wrapping his hands around you waist and squeezing tightly. “Mierda, you know I hate it when you do that.”
You let out a gasp in surprise as he trails his hands up and down softly. Although you’re surprised, you don’t stop him for a second. Yeah sure you’ve had thoughts about him, little glances his way, but you never thought something would actually come of it, until now.
He pulls you closer by the waist and glances down to your lips before connecting them, he kisses you harshly, fighting for control. You wrap your arms around him, securing yourself into him. Slowly he pulls away, moving down to your neck leaving sloppy kisses and a few hickeys all the way down until he reaches the top of your dress. He kisses along before he moves back and looks to you. He slowly reaches for the hem of your dress, pulling it up to rest on your waist.
He moves his hands down to your panties, playing with the top and carefully sliding it down, letting them fall to the floor. He traces along your clit, teasing. You let out a quiet whine as he continues to tease. “I know hermosa, yo se..” he says with a chuckle as he finally begins to rub your clit slowly and delicately.
He moves away and brings his fingers up to your mouth. “Open.” He demands, you listen, opening up and sucking on his fingers softly. He gives you a arrogant smile. “So fucking obedient for me.” He says in a raspy tone. He brings his fingers back down to your throbbing core. He slowly slides them in, looking right into your eyes as he enters. He chuckles and begins to pump them in and out of you, taking it slow at first and then unexpectedly speeding up only to come to a complete stop.
“Please Miguel..” you whine out as he picks up the speed once again. And this time he doesn’t stop, hitting your g-spot over and over again, every time feeling better then the last. “You like that sweetheart?” He asks arrogantly “hm..?Answer me.” He says harshly, stopping his movement completely, waiting for you to respond. “Yes..yes.” You moan out breathlessly. “That’s what I fucking thought.” He says with a cold look, once again pumping his fingers mercilessly.
He whispers praises into your ear softly, kissing along your neck and brushing your hair out of your face. You feel yourself nearing your climax and you squirm under his touch. He shushes you and continues pumping, possibly even going faster. “I’m so close..” you moan out as he starts to rub your clit with his free hand “Fuck, cum for me cariño.” He urges as he rubs your pulsating clit, sending you over the edge. You let go and he guides you through it, continuing to fuck you with his fingers until you legs stop shaking.
He pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them up to your lips, you open your mouth for him once again and he places them inside. He lets you suck his fingers for a second before pulling them out and wrapping his arms around you waist. You lay against him as he holds you. “You did so good.” He praises “but next time I’m gonna fucking breed you.” He whispers into your ear.
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